Post Game Wrap Up

Post Game Wrap Up
By: Longman

Post Game Wrap Up

As the full-time whistle went, the team walked over to shake hands with the opposition. Looking over, Eve saw Rodney take off his helmet and lay it on the floor. The sweat dripped from his forehead. He reached down behind the goal and picked up his water bottle. The cold water inside was so refreshing as he poured it over his head and it trickled down his spine, right to the base. Eve had collected her jacket and was now walking over to join the rest of the team who were gathering to talk by the goal. Her eyes could not move from the soaking head of the goalkeeper, whom she had been lusting over, ever since the beginning of the season. As she got nearer, she could see the sweat rising off his kit and wanted him there and then. So busy was she in the fantasy in her head, that she didn't notice Rodney glance over and smile back at her - the girl who he could not keep his eyes off. For as long as he could remember, Eve had been the forbidden fruit that he badly wanted but could never have. As she walked passed him, she flirtatiously hit his pads with her stick and winked. He winked back. "Do you always spend that much time on your back?!" he asked, referring to the few slips she made earlier. "Only under certain circumstances! Do you always have women falling over you then?" She replied, feeling in an extra cheeky mood. The goalkeeper looked back and laughed. "Only when I'm doing my job properly, cause at least it stops them scoring!" He was trying to be as innocent as possible. Rodney reached down and picked up his helmet from the astro turf floor before placing it in his kit bag. Eve turned around and walked off, slowly putting on her jacket. Rodney started to walk slowly back to his goal line to pick up some kit, eyes still fixed on the magnificent sight of Eve's backside, wrapped tightly in a short shirt which was just too long. She had a ghetto booty, an onion. As he started to take the pads off, Eve could not help herself. She walked over and pretended to gather balls, just so she could feast her eyes on the bare muscular body of the goalkeeper. Rodney could also not help himself, as when she bent down to retrieve a ball, he managed to look right up between her legs to see the crisp white underwear that was between him and heaven. He neatly packed everything into his bag before walking back with Eve to the car park where the team had met to discuss what was next. It was the general idea of the group to head straight back to the clubhouse for the food, and to get on the drink early. Rodney turned to the group "If its ok I'll stay here and have a shower as I am dripping." His body clearly exhausted as his head and neck were covered in sweat. "I'm gonna head home, lots of work to get on with" replied Eve, knowing full well she had other ideas planned. Rodney took his kit and headed off down the alley to the changing facilities. He heard the cars turn and head back down the road on their way to the clubhouse. "See you soon," chirped Rodney to Eve, who was walking in the opposite direction. "The sooner the better" murmured Eve under her breath. He carried on through the alley, till he came to a double door. Opening it, he pulled his kit in and made his way down the corridor. Looking at the first door on his right, he could see that this was Male changing but everyone knew that the Female facilities were so much cleaner and inviting. He carried on down the corridor, turning right and going into the abyss that was Female Changing. Although knowing it was wrong, Rodney continued in as no-one was around anymore, or so he thought. Eve had turned and headed straight for the facilities, hoping to catch a glimpse of the goalkeeper showering. Rodney selected a bench near the shower and proceeded to remove his clothing. First his trainers, then socks, then shorts. He reached behind him and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, revealing his toned body once again. Rodney stood up and walked over to the shower, turning it on as to allow time for heating up. He walked back to the bench and took out his towel and shower gel from a bag, before reaching down and pulling down his boxer shorts past his sweaty legs. Completely naked now, he turned once again and headed back to the shower where warm water was now crashing on the tiles below. He walked in and submerged himself in a shower that he had been longing for ever since he put his kit on. Eve had now caught up with Rodney and was peeping through the keyhole, trying to view as much as she could. Peering through this was no use, so carefully and quietly she opened the door and made it inside to hide behind a wall. Rodney had now begun to wash himself, and was covered in a soapy lather from head to toe. Eve popped her head out around the wall to this sight and her jaw dropped. This was better than she had ever expected. Rodney had tilted his head back and was allowing the jets to massage his head, moving his neck from side to side and showing off his perfect shoulders. Suddenly he turned. Eve darted behind the wall and was now in a frantic rush to turn off her ringing phone, in her jacket pocket. She knew her game was up.

She walked round the wall and confronted Rodney who had taken a step outside of the shower. "I was....er...um just...um...looking for my...er...socks" she said, saying the first thing that came into her head. "I'm so sorry, really sor-" she continued before being interrupted by Rodney who said the words she thought she would never hear. "Join me." Rodney stepped back into the shower, eyes fixed on the legs of his new guest. She walked over slowly taking her jacket off. It was thrown in a heap on the floor. She bent over right in front of Rodney and removed her trainers, before walking over and stepping in with him. He looked down at her as the water soaked her top, making it cling to her skin as if it was PVC. She looked up at him, and then down to see him standing completely naked, and extremely wet in front of her. Rodney went in, his lips closed tight around her skin and kissed her neck right from her left ear, all the way down and around and back up to her right ear. He did this again, this time using tongue flicks just to hear Eve moan slightly. He reached down and pulled up her red hockey top, drenched, and sticking to every part of her petit body before moving down and kissing all across her shoulders, then down and above her breasts. Not a single square inch was left unkissed. His hand reached behind her back and undid her bra, slowly pulling it off and exposing her perfectly formed breasts. Once again his mouth started working as firstly he kissed around both breasts, before focusing wholly on the right. He kissed all around, right underneath. He moved upwards to the nipple, his tongue circling around, going out, and then coming back. Eve's moans were getting progressively louder, and she was starting to run her hands over his head. Rodney's teeth softly clamped on to her nipple, and his tongue flicked back and forwards across the tip, barely touching it. She pushed his head harder into her breast. This was as much as Eve could handle for the moment. Pushing Rodney back she could see that her moans were getting through and he was nearly as turned on she was. Her hand went down, stroking back and forth, the whole length of the shaft. Gently she got down on her knees and licked the underside the whole way up, just tickling it. Her hand kept massaging his balls as she put her mouth into good action and licked around the tip of Rodney's hard cock. She licked her lips before throwing herself onto him, her head moving forwards then backwards at an ever increasing speed. Rodney's head tilted back and he looked up towards the ceiling. Eve was really getting into it as her mouth was in overtime and her hands were massaging so well that Rodney didn't think he could last much longer. He pulled her up and stood her against the wall. His hands stroked down over her breasts, down her sides to her skirt. His hand found the zip and with no difficulty, this was undone. The skirt was now around Eve's ankles. She stepped out of it and kicked it out of the shower. Rodney stood up and pressed his body firmly against hers on the wall, his cock rubbing up against her white underwear, now see-through due to the ever increasing wetness. His hand slowly reached down, and underneath and rubbed her from top to bottom and back up again. His fingers gliding through, never had she been so wet before. He played with her clitoris before entering her, 1, then 2. His fingers slowly moved inside her while his mouth kissed around her neck again, and down to her breasts. She was starting to pant, as if she couldn't get enough air. Rodney kept going, the shower, raining down on the back of his neck as he nibbled on Eve's left nipple this time. While his right hand was busy darting around inside her, his left began to pull down her tight, wet underwear. The further they came down, the more Eve could open her legs to allow Rodney's fingers to penetrate further inside her. Finally, they too were around her ankles. This time it was Rodney's turn to get down on his knees. He knelt down and looked up at heaven. His mouth went in, slowly at first, his tongue licking the very tip, the whole way around. Once he got to the top again, he circled her clitoris, his fingers stroking the outside. His mouth picked up pace slightly and moved down. His tongue entered her as far as it could go, he licked around as much as he could before heading north again. His teeth found her and nibbled just as his fingers were thrust into her as far as they could. She let out a yelp as Rodney's fingers were left to dart in and out of her wet pussy, as his teeth clamped onto her clit, and his tongue flicked at it, at an alarming rate. Eve's breathing was nowhere near normal now as she moaned and panted due to the fingers being thrust up into her, and it wouldn't be long before she had to have Rodney inside her. He slowly stood up, licking his way up the whole of Eve's wet, glistening body. When he reached her lips, Rodney gave Eve the best kiss she had ever received - she had no idea whether it was the attention he paid to each of her lips, or if it was just his perfect mouth, but it was amazing. He reached down to her ass while still kissing, and each hand gently grasped a cheek. Rodney stopped the kissing and looked at her for a second. Eve looked back with a look like she would do anything for him. He slowly lifted her off the floor by her bare bum, and she wrapped her legs round him. Rodney's stiff cock rubbed against Eve's begging pussy as she grew in excitement. Finally the time had come and she couldn't wait anymore. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" she cried, as his cock found its home and was thrust deep inside. A sharp yelp followed from Eve. She lent back and her legs tightened around his waist. Rodney's fingers pressed into Eve's buttocks harder as he settled into a rhythm of lifting her up and slamming her back down. With every slam her yelps got louder and she lent back more. Only her arms around his neck stopping her from falling backwards. Rodney pushed her against the wall so that he could control some of the thrusting and pushed deeper into her. The shower thundered down on and between their connected bodies. This feeling made everything that much better for the two. Eve sensed that Rodney's arms were now getting tired. She kissed him and made him put her down. He slowly lowered her to the floor, his hot strong erection flicked out of her pussy and pressed against her stomach so close that she could feel the heat and the pulsing. Eve turned her body round and bent forwards slightly, the shower now pounding on her back. She reached out and held a water pipe below her, inviting Rodney to take her from behind. Never one to be asked twice, Rodney stepped behind her and took his cock in hand. His other hand reached down and rubbed Eve's clit making her moan, as he slowly entered her gaping hole. At first just the head was in, thrusting back and forward making her moan in delight. Suddenly he thrust everything in, making her scream and every bone in her body trembled. He pounded back in and out, in and out. In so hard that it felt like more than just Rodney was inside her. His hands moved round and fondled her tits hard. This feeling of absolute pleasure was a new experience for Eve. Her teeth grinding together so tight as she didn't want to scream too loudly. A shivering took hold of her body, at the same time she was so warm due to the shower. Her excitement grew and grew as the water rained down on her back and ran down past her asshole all the way down to Rodney's stiff cock which was still firing into her incredibly wet and hot pussy. Her nipples were like bullets and her cunt was on fire. The pulsating in her body kept growing and she felt her entire body getting hot. Slowly a trembling took over and started small but grew larger with every time that Rodney's shaft was slammed deep into her dripping pussy. The trembling got worse, his waist pounding into her backside, her screams gradually getting louder even with her teeth grinding together. Pounding into her hole a few more times was all that Eve could handle as the trembling took full control of her body and shook her out of control. Rodney could feel everything get wetter inside her and new she had reached her first orgasm as she screamed out loud, not being able to control herself. He slowly stopped as she continued to shake and eventually took it out. Eve stood up and without saying anything dived at Rodney's cock and started sucking like she never had before. It was now Rodney's turn to moan as she eagerly tugged on his hard cock with her mouth, occasionally looking up to meet his eyes. Her hand came round and fondled his balls once again. He looked down at her and his face said it all. She first felt his balls tighten and then, with incredible power Rodney shot his load into Eve's mouth. She loved the taste of his hot spunk as she swallowed and felt it slide down her throat. Her tongue licked around and cleaned up, not wasting a bit. Certain that everything was cleaned up, Eve stood up and looked at Rodney with the huge smile on his face. She bent down and picked up the shower gel, pouring it across her front then reaching to Rodney's hands and getting him to rub it in for her. His hands glided across her body, flowing over her breasts then back over them, playing with her still, rock hard nipples. She reached across and turned the water off before taking Rodney's hand and walking to the bench outside the shower. She sat down, lent back and spread her legs revealing her soaking, open pussy to him. Looking up, her eyes met his and she reminded him of how it started. "Join me

Silky's Enslavement

Silky's Enslavement
By: The Softer Side of Passion (thesoftersideofpassion@yahoo.com)

SILKY'S ENSLAVEMENT ===================

She was nervous.

That's part of what surprised her. No one who knew her would have used the word nervous to describe her. Not her friends. Not the people she worked with. And certainly not her former lovers.

They would have told you about the woman they knew: Confident. Smart. Strong. A quiet beauty and strength that people noticed and admired. Someone who seemed to fit in everywhere, who rarely made a ruckus, but always made an impression.

She was the kind of woman that you might notice the first time you met her in the office, but as time goes on, you notice her more and more until one day you realize she's a real beauty.

She cultivated that image. She worked hard. She was reliable. She dressed nicely, with a little more style and class than her job dictated. Conservative slacks when jeans would have done. Oxford blouses when a T-shirt would have sufficed. No grubby tennis shoes for her. She wore stylish flats, and sometimes, a slight heel.

It wasn't just clothes, it was the way she held herself. Even her posture spoke of confidence. She wore often wore her raven black hair up. She liked the look of jewelry, and always wore a bracelet, or necklace. Never too much, Just that little something extra.

And people noticed. Not obviously, but over time, she developed the kind of reputation many women want - as someone classy, strong, conservative and good.

Those friends of hers would have been surprised at the other side of her. The side that yearned for some spark in her life. The kinky side she had discovered roaming the internet late at night in her apartment. The side of her that had a desire to submit herself completely to a man, not for abuse, but for love.

It was something she kept closely to herself, that sinful side. She liked being admired. Like being considered a lady. And she did not want to jeopardize that carefully cultivated image.

The image wasn't fake. She was that person. But she was more than that too. And she was afraid the people around her would not realize that you could be complex enough to be classy and trashy at the same time.

It was a problem with the men she dated as well. Most were almost too nice, treating her like a china doll. When she exposed her private lusts to them, most ran away or condemned her. And the men attracted to her submissive side? They were mostly abusive and cruel. She thought more of herself than to allow herself to take that.

So instead she roamed the nether land of the internet, and built a sexy fantasy place where she could be who she really was, but could not show the world.

She bought sexy lingerie. Corsets and gowns and lace that draped and clung to her body, and she took pictures of herself in them. Some nights, she would lay in her bed and touch herself, letting her hands caress her every curve, her tenderest parts, imagining they were the hands of a lover who loved all of her.

Some of the pictures she posted. There were sites where real people posted pictures of themselves or their wives, where people commented. Where some people even got together.

It was exciting to read so many men, and women too, who commented on her pictures. She read their comments and their e-mails and they excited her, and she would touch herself as she read, letting the excitement flow through her.

She made friends "out there." Men who loved the romantic curves of her body draped in silk and satin. Men who adored her legs in black stockings. Women too, who wanted to explore every last inch of her silky white skin.

Their excitement became her excitement. She loved this dark, secret life, and some days, she would dress sexy under her conservative work clothes, and there was a secret delight in imagining how people would react if they saw her in her corset, waist cinched in, breasts pushed forward, a sexy offering underneath.

She loved her secret life, but despite the excitement of showing her body on the internet for men to see, it somehow did not seem real to her. Where were these people who looked for her night after night? What were they like? It was all a fantasy. A delicious fantasy, but still......

She had been posting and flirting on line for a year or so, when she read the first story by someone who called himself "Passion" on the sites. He was a photographer, it seemed, and also wrote erotica.

The photography he had done for many years. The writing was newer to him. But there was something to his stories that touched her. They were tales of submission, of women who gave themselves to men, bound both physically and emotionally, for love.

Each night, when she found a new story by "Passion", she found herself wrapped up in them, excited. Her fingers could not help but touch herself and each touch was somehow more electric as she read.

Finally, she got up her nerve and sent him an e-mail. Just a short note telling him how much she loved his stories. Impulsively she attached a picture of herself. Not one of the ones she posted for the public, with a blurred face to protect her real identity, but a complete picture, laying on her bed in her black corset and stockings, her face looking at the camera, one leg up. She even signed her real name, not the nickname "Silky" she normally used on-line.

She was terrified as soon as she hit the send button. What was she doing? What would he think? She had read about weirdoes out there in cyberspace, and about liars and stalkers and sexual predators. And she had just offered a perfect stranger a ticket into her real life.

But she need not have worried. He wrote back, but it was a simple, friendly thank you for her comments. They stayed in touch; her writing notes of appreciation with each new story, him writing back.

She didn't realize it at first, but they became friends. He began to write her about how he saw beauty, not as a commodity, but as something that came from within. He believed in something he called delicious imperfection - how small things that most women thought detracted from their looks were often the thing that set off the rest of their beauty - that a small flaw just made the rest of a woman's looks stand out.

And they began to write of submission. He had once had a woman in his life who gave herself to him completely. He dressed her in corsets and stockings and heels and little else. He took her in public dressed like a tart and showed her off. He tied her outside and caressed her body causing her to orgasm from his mere touch, the excitement of her own submission driving her over the edge to orgasm again and again.

And she expressed the desire to give herself to someone that very way, but also her fears that in doing so.

He understood. "Our world does not see submission as a gift of love." He said. "It sees it as abuse. I never abused my wife. I merely loved her the way she wanted to be loved. She gave herself to me in an incredibly sexy gift and I adored her for over 20 years, until she died suddenly in a car accident five years earlier..

They wrote back and forth for six months. He would write of his work and the travels that came of it. She would write of her life, her friends and her secret desires. She took pictures of herself in her most private lingerie and sent them to him. Then she got the e-mail that spawned her nervousness.

"I'm coming to your city." It began. :I have a project there. I would like to meet you. I know that the internet is fantasy, and if you don't want to meet in person, I understand. But if you are willing...."

She quickly wrote back that she would love to, and she had been a bundle of nerves ever since. What was she doing? She was the practical one. The smart one. This was neither practical or smart. She didn't know anything about him. Not really. Not even what he looked like. He had dozens of pictures of her. She had no idea what he looked like.

"I'm 50. A lot older than you" he said. "Not quite six feet tall. Slender. I'm losing my hair I am afraid, so no tall dark and handsome for dinner I am afraid. What's left of my hair is brown with grey flecks. My eyes are green. I have a lot of smile wrinkles. I smile and laugh a lot."

She hadn't thought of smiling and laughing. But she was starting to feel more comfortable about meeting him. He put no pressure on her and their conversations turned back to things of beauty, love, lust and submission.

"What would you like to see me in?" she wrote him teasingly

"Something that's like you." He wrote back, "something classy and sexy both. But whatever you do, wear something that reflects who you are, that you feel comfortable in." She smiled at that, unsure still what that might be.

Today was the day. He arrived this afternoon and they had arranged to meet in her favorite restaurant downtown. She took the day off to pamper herself. In the morning, she treated herself to the spa. A facial. Her nails and toes done. She went shopping for something to wear after that. In the afternoon, and once she started, found it easier to find what she wanted than she had imagined, finding everything she wanted, corset, stockings, shoes and skirt, at Victoria's secret.

That afternoon, she languished in the tub, luxuriating in the steamy hot water, sipping cold red wine. She shaved, carefully and lovingly, smoothing every inch of skin to match her nickname. She took care with her makeup, and brushed her hair to a rich sheen before putting it up in an elegant bun fastened with a pearl comb her mother had given her years before.

She was surprised at how the day of preparation felt like foreplay. All this for someone she had never met? She wondered at herself. But she could not help herself.

She met him at six. She was self conscious. She was not accustomed to dressing sexy in public and wearing her new black corset as a blouse, and a slit pink and black skit, with her stockings and heels made her feel exposed. She looked down at her cleavage, held up and forward by the corset. Very exposed.

She was nervous.

When she walked into the foyer, he was there. She knew immediately by the way his eyes took her in and the way his smile grew as he caressed her with his eyes that it was him, and that he approved.

He was just as he had described himself. He was dressed nicely, in black slacks, white shirt and a grey sport coat that looked like something from the nineteen forties. He looked harder, stronger than she had imagined, but his smile that went to his eyes softened the look. "Not bad for an old guy." She said and they both laughed as he took her arm and walked her to their table.

Dinner was a pleasure. Soon she forgot her self consciousness as they talked like old friends, their conversation covering everything she could imagine talking about - fashion, computer, photography, sex, politics, art, all intermingled. It was a delightful night and she was surprised to find three hours had passed when the last cup of coffee was empty.

Afterwards, he walked her to her car. They were both quiet now and she was aware of his looking at her, taking her in. She was glad she dressed sexy. She felt exposed, but safe. She was aware of her arm curled with his as they walked.

"Thank you for meeting me." He said. "It's nice to find out you are everything I imagined. Thanks for taking the chance and for dressing so deliciously."

She took a deep breath. She knew she was about to break character again. Her friends would think her mad.

"I want you to come home with me." She said.

"You don't have to..."

"I want to. No. I need to. God help me. I need to."

"Silky..." he began, using her nickname.

"No. For years now, I wanted to know what it was like to give myself completely to a man, to be bound to him by lust and trust both. I never thought I would. But I have a chance, and I want to. Now. With you. Stay with me while you are in town. Come home with me."

He looked at her, his eyes not following her curves or peering at her cleavage, but instead, looking deep into her eyes.

"Do you understand what I am saying?" she said. "I want to fulfill everything you might desire of me. I want to pleasure you. Whatever it is you tell me to do, whatever you tell me to wear, whatever.... I'll do it."

"I...."

"Please. I truest you won't hurt me."

?I won't. Not when you've offered me such a gift."

"Then come home with me."

He nodded. He walked her to the passenger side and let her in. Then he walked around the car and got in to drive. He had a small grin on her face that excited her and made her nervous both.

"You can start by taking off your skirt."

"I don't have any panties on." She confessed.

"All the better."

As they drove, he had her reach between her legs. She was wet with excitement and he had her touching and caressing herself. Within minutes she was grinding her hips against her hand and came with an almost overwhelming intensity.

It was nearly ten when they got to her apartment and he would not let her put her skirt on. They scurried quickly to her doorway and she hoped none of her neighbors were watching.

When they got inside, he turned and pulled her to him and kissed her, slow, deep and longingly. She felt every inch of his body pressed against him, and felt him grow harder as he pushed her against the wall. She melted to him

They kissed. How long? She did not know, but every moment was tender and passionate at the same time. At some point, he whispered "Where is your bedroom."

She took his hand and led him there. He made her stand in the center of the room as he finished undressing her. He kissed her shoulders and her neck as he undid her corset. He slipped to his knees as he undid her thigh high stockings and kissed her thighs. She trembled as he led her to the bed, her stockings in his hands.

He laid her back, then using one of the stockings, wrapped her hands together and tied them to the headboard. She did not even think of resisting.

And with the other stocking, he tied one leg spread to one side. He stood up and went to her chest of drawers and finding her stockings, used another one to spread the other leg. He took his camera off his shoulder and took her picture, then set it on the dresser. The steady click, click click every few second told her he had set it on automatic.

And now he undressed. There was little in the way of fat on him. Naked he was as slim and hard as he had looked in his clothes. His cock was hard and straight and shaved smooth.

He climbed on her and began to kiss her. Starting with her mouth and then down her neck, lingering there and over the collarbone. He kissed around her breasts, slowly kissing around the sides, closer and closer to her nipples until they ached for the feel of his lips. She felt herself straining at the ties on her arms and legs.

When his lips finally closed around the nipple of her right breast, she almost came. When his hand cupped the other breast at the same time and took the nipple between two fingers she exploded for the second time that night. She felt, rather than saw his smile.

He kept kissing, now across her chest, now down her belly. His hands slid up and down her sides. He turned now and straddled her, his hips and cock above her face while his own head kissed down the belly...

She strained to reach his cock with her own lips, Once or twice she brushed it's hard silkiness, but always he seemed just out of reach, his cock, red and swollen tantalizingly just beyond where the bindings held her. Just the sight of it, so close and unobtainable inflamed her.

And then she felt his lips between her legs and she fell back and gave into the sensation of him kissing, licking and nibbling her. She felt her passion rise, not believing she could have that much energy left, and she ground her hips into his face. Felt his tongue probe  hot and deep inside her, lick her, drive her closer, closer... closer.... Until the tide overcame her yet again and she exploded with his face burrowed in her and she fell, spent.

He untied her slowly. Kissing her wrists and her ankles as he undid each tie.

"Oh my God." She whispered. "That is what I imagined it should be like."

He smiled as he came back and lay next to her. She cuddled to her his side and felt safe with his arms around her. She idly slid her hand down his chest, to his belly, and felt his cock, still hard. "I'm glad." He said.

She let her hand touch him, feeling him, exploring him. Cupping his balls, sliding with her red fingernails up and down his shaft.

"Kiss it." He said.

She hesitated. She wasn't used to men telling her what they wanted.

"You're mine. Remember? Kiss it."

And to her surprise, she discovered that she wanted to. She wanted to serve him. To pleasure him. She had always thought of oral sex as just a blow job, but she wanted this to be something more. She wanted him to feel she was making love to him.

She remembered the sight of his cock above her earlier, and how she had wanted it then. Suddenly, she wanted it now.

She got up and kneeled between his legs on the bed. He held his cock up with her fingers so he could see, and traced up and down it slowly with the fingers on her other hand, gratified at the look on his face, rapt and excited.

She bent down and kissed it lightly on it's cock head, tasting the salty pre-cum that was there. She looked up at him as she opened her mouth and slowly slid the head between her lips, watching his eyes open wider as he watched, watching the lust in those green eyes of his and he gazed on her.

She went slowly, sliding him a little deeper into her mouth each time, feeling his hips start to move with her, feeling his hardness in her mouth, feeling him pump her face gently. Slowly. Deeper. Deeper. Until she had all of him, in and out. She felt his tension growing, felt his urgency, felt him sliding harder in and out of her lips. Not much longer, she thought.

She slid him out at the spit second that he came, gratified to watch as he shot hard, over his belly, across his chest and beyond his shoulders, his back and pelvis arching hard with each shot of cum, pleased to see how excited he had become.

Now she kissed up to those shoulders, licking the cum off his skin, until she lay on top of him, his arms wrapped around her.

"My turn to say wow." He said.

"Ummm." She was sleepy now.

"How long are you here for?" she murmured

"Two weeks."

"What's on for tomorrow?" she asked, almost asleep.

"I'll think of something. After all you're mine for two weeks. I can't waste that."

She slid into sleep, her dreams already enflamed with the possibilities.

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There is a semi-illustrated version of this story, with a picture of Silky in the background. If you would like it, simply e-mail me at thesoftersideofpassion@yahoo.com and ask.

Laurie Gets Even

Laurie Gets Even
By: TXTabber (txreader@hotmail.com)

Laurie wore a robe as she stepped out her back door. Underneath, she was naked. She was complying with the rules her neighbor Stan had set for her.

She stood there for a minute or two, checking out the view of her yard. She didn't hear anyone outside so she dropped the robe from her shoulders and slid out of it. She laid it across the same chair that she had been fucked silly on yesterday by the two lawn guys.

This morning, she discovered that neighbor Stan had seen the whole thing. He was now blackmailing her to keep it a secret. Laurie was a high school teacher and although she was single, she didn't think it would go over well in the community if they found out she was banging young studs in her backyard, especially former students of hers. It didn't matter if they were in college or not.

Laurie walked nude around the corner of her house, her bare feet carefully stepping on the walking stones in the grass. The smell of the freshly cut lawn brought back more memories of the day before.

As she approached the back fence, she saw a wooden panel moving. The fence panel moved from side to side for a few seconds and then was lifted away. Stan's face appeared in the gap with a smirk on his face.

"Thanks for showing up," he said with a sarcastic tone.

"Like I had a choice," she replied back.

"This needs to be quick." He said. "I've got to go shopping with Liz as soon as she gets out of the shower."

"How nice of you to go shopping with your wife," she said with dripping sarcasm. "You're the ultimate husband."

"Let me worry about that," he told her. "You just need to worry about this." As he said that, he pushed his body up against the fence and his hard pink cock poked through the gap.

"Wow," she thought to herself, almost forgetting what brought her here in the first place, "he does have a nice cock."

Laurie breathed in deeply and let out a long sigh as she moved to her knees at the fence. She gave his cock a long look.

Just as he was about to tell her to hurry, he felt her tongue right on the head of his cock. She licked him quickly, just to get a taste of his precum as it dripped from the tip.

Then she let her lips brush against the pinkish/purple head and slid it into her mouth.

For Stan, it was like nothing he had experienced in a long time. Laurie's wet mouth was so hot that it felt like liquid fire.

She worked her tongue over him as she sucked him in further.

Without warning, Stan slammed him body up hard against the fence and his cock spasmed in her mouth. Laurie felt the first spurt as it sprayed down her throat. Surprised at how fast he came, she pulled him out of her mouth.

"Nnngh!" Stan moaned, "don't stop...don't stop."

Laurie worked her hand all over his cock as he continued to cum. She caught his load in her free hand and then worked it all over the sensitive head.

"Ohhhhh," Stan moaned as she milked him and worked the final drops out.

Stan finally slowed his pelvic thrusting against the fence and opened his eyes. He started to pull back away but Laurie had a firm grip on his softening cock.

She stood up and looked at him hard. Her grip on his cock tightened.

"Okay Stanley," she began, "you've had your fun. This is it."

"What?" he replied, "I don't think so. Let me go."

Laurie gripped his cock even harder and gave a hard tug. Stan had to push his whole body up against the fence now.

"No, Stan. This is it. I'm not going to live my life as your little sex slave. You saw something you shouldn't have, and you got your little thrill out of it. This morning, you got more than you ever should have. Now back away and back off."

She let his cock slide through her hand and she released him.

He stepped quickly back from the fence.

"You bitch! I was only having some fun." He told her as he tucked his cock back into his shorts.

Laurie stood up, and he still couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous naked body.

"Now Stanley," she began, speaking with authority. "You've got a nice cock and I might even want to see it again sometime. But if you think you're going to use me whenever YOU want, you can just think again. If you ever attempt to do what you did this morning without me asking for it first, then your lovely little wife will find out just how naughty you are."

Stan looked at her with disbelief. "Why would you do that?" he asked. "I'd be forced to tell everyone about you fucking around with your former students."

Laurie leaned closer to the fence and whispered, "Because if you give me any trouble, I'll just have to give everyone the video."

Stan's heart nearly stopped beating in his chest.

"Wha....wha...what video?" he asked.

She smiled sweetly and said, the one being recorded right now from the camera in my guest bedroom window."

In shock, Stan looked up. Sure enough, he could see the blinking red light of the camera.

"Yeah Stanley," she said. "That would be the camera that's so carefully positioned that it's recording your face right now. Luckily for me, it's only recording the top of my head."

Stan looked away from the window and stared dumbly over at her.

"Yes, Stan, you really can't tell who I am on the film," she said teasingly as she ran her hands over her breasts. "But I bet my naked body would show up pretty nicely, don't you?"

She turned to go, but then stopped and turned back.

"Like I said earlier, Stanley. Nice cock. I might even want to see it again sometime. Ta Ta. Have fun shopping."

Laurie turned and walked back into her house, bending down to pick up the robe along the way.

She closed the door and locked it and then, giggling, she ran upstairs to the video camera.

She watched the playback about five times that day, finding herself drawn to it again and again. She came each time, using her fingers and her toys, and each orgasm was more powerful than the one before.

"Hmmm," she thought to herself that night while relaxing in the tub. "Maybe Stanley would like to have his own private copy?"

Jessica -- Part I

Jessica -- Part I
By: Tom Land (tomland2000@hotmail.com)

Jessica -- Part I

By Tom Land

From the moment I first met Jessica, I knew she was one of the most interesting, sensual, and exciting women I'd ever met. The ... ...snip... ... working in a historical society to meet sexy young women who are historically minded. I love historically minded babes.

Anyway, enough for philosophizing. Jessica was totally hot and the moment I laid eyes on her, I busily set about checking her out. She was very pretty, had gorgeous long brunette hair and one of Jessica's most redeeming and striking features were her very large, full, rounded breasts. I came to know that these were ALL JESSICA and she had no need of any artificial enhancement in the chest department. I've said it before but I have to admit that I'm a basic "tit man" and if there's anything that will catch my attention quickly about a woman's body, it's if she's been blessed with a nice set of tits. Jessica has been blessed with a very nice large set of tits. They look just right on her. Jessica is a rather tall woman, and her large D-cup tits look just right for her. Jessica is such a beautiful and nicely dressed woman all the time, and she was making me get a huge raging hardon from the moment I first talked with her. I have to admit that as I allowed Jessica to tell me what information she was seeking, it was all I could do to eyeball her wonderfully sexy body without making it too obvious that I was more interested in checking her out than I was in helping her. I'm a horny guy; what can I say? I found myself wondering what it must have been like growing up as a young woman, developing such a sexy and mature body and having to know that you're catching men's eye from their just looking at you.

I didn't pursue trying to have a date with Jessica the first time I met her, but the next time she came into my workplace, I didn't miss the chance to ask her out. We'd already obviously hit it off pretty well on our mutual interests, and Jessica was more than willing to go out with me. I could hardly wait. Two nights later, I went to the hotel where Jessica was staying while she was in town visiting family and the evening went well from there. I really wanted to get to know Jessica much better than we already knew each other, but I also had an overriding desire to make love with Jessica. I pretty well knew that she was a virgin but I didn't care if her cherry had been plucked or not. I still wanted her and I knew that as energetic and active as Jessica was in everything else she did, she'd be a wildcat in bed with me. I knew I'd have a fuck that I'd never had the likes of before.

Jessica had normally worn rather conservative clothes around me when she'd come to my workplace, but tonight I saw another side of Jessica that I'd actually never imagined. I think it became apparent that Jessica had sex on her mind as much as I had it on mine. Instead of the conservative cotton tops, and long dress/jumpers that Jessica had normally worn with me, tonight she had on a very sexy pair of rather snugly fitting pants and a very bust-emphasizing dark brown sweater. I could tell from the shape and appearance of the bra underneath Jessica's sweater that she'd worn one that was far sexier and more bust-emphasizing than anything I'd ever seen her in before. I resisted the temptation to throw Jessica down then and there to fuck her and we went on out for a nice evening dinner and then we actually went to see a movie. When we finished there, Jessica invited me back to her hotel room for a little while. What was a "little while" turned into several hours of sexy playtime.

While Jessica and I had been sitting in a secluded corner of the restaurant we'd gone to for dinner, I'd thoroughly enjoyed myself as I sat across from Jessica and just relished her natural physical beauty and sexiness. Jessica wasn't at all overtly sexy or slutty, but she had a sexiness that was so obvious from the moment you first met her. I'd particularly noticed as we'd sat there eating, that occasionally Jessica's nipples would grow hard and poke out proudly against the cups of her bra and her sweater. I tried to figure if her hard nipples was sexual arousal or coolness in the air. It might have been both but the increasing sexual hunger and fire I could see in Jessica's eyes told me that she was getting horny as the evening went on.

When I'd taken Jessica back to her hotel room, I'd accompanied her up on the elevator and when she'd opened her room door, she invited me in. I joined her and as soon as Jessica sat her purse and coat down on the nearby couch, she turned and moved into my arms. My lips quickly covered Jessica's soft sweet lips, and I pulled her firmly against my chest, feeling the fullness and rounded orbs of her breasts pressed tightly against my body.

"Jessica, you're so beautiful and you're so intriguing," I said as I broke off the kiss to let her know how badly I wanted her. "I want you bad, Jessica," I said as I looked deeply into her eyes to see what she was feeling. I knew from talking to Jessica that she'd actually been engaged to a young man the year before but he'd proven unfaithful to his pledge to her and she'd broken the engagement off. Now, Jessica was about to experience something totally new with me.

I quickly got Jessica out of her sweater and the pants she'd worn, and I soon had my pants, shirt and T-shirt off and onto the floor at our feet as well. Jessica was wearing a very sexy lacy blue bra and bikini panties and my cock was raging hard inside my briefs. I couldn't wait any longer to fuck Jessica. I pulled her close, slid my hand behind her back and undid the fastenings of her bra. As my hands came back to the front, I slipped my fingers in the shoulder straps of her bra and pulled the straps off her shoulders and then tugged gently to remove the cups of her bra away from her shapely full breasts. I wish I'd known Jessica when she'd been growing up and going through her young years developing into the woman she was now. It would have been really something to see a pretty young teenage girl like Jessica start budding these sexy full mature breasts that crowned her chest now. Her breasts were some of the sexiest and some of the most rounded I'd ever seen on any young woman in her early twenties. The nipples of Jessica's breasts were the size of quarters, and her nipples were both totally hard in her sexual arousal.

I leaned over, taking Jessica's left tit in my mouth and flicking my tongue across the hard point while my other hand slid down towards her groin, sliding under the waistband of her bikini panties and quickly finding the bush of her dark brown pussy fur. Jessica's hand came up, cupping the back of my head and forcing my mouth more firmly against the hardness of her erect nipple. I slid my fingers up and down over her wet pussy lips and then I broke off sucking Jessica's tit and lifted her, moving her over to the nearby king-sized bed. I stood Jessica up, slid her panties off her sexy womanly body, and then I spread her legs and moved down so I could lick and kiss her pussy and get her ready to fuck me. Jessica cooperated with everything I wanted her to do. She began to moan when she felt my hot mouth on her pussy and clit.

Then, I leaned up, taking both of Jessica's full breasts in my hands and I flicked my fingers across her sensitive erect nipples. She moaned lustily, and then I slid my briefs off, took Jessica's legs by her ankles and I put her heels on the bed, and moved my large hard cock in between her shapely spread legs and I positioned my big swollen cockhead at the mouth of her waiting pussy. When I pushed forward, I felt the tightness of Jessica's wet pussy give way to my cock and then as I pushed in further, I realized that someone else had take Jessica's cherry already. There was only the tightness of her pussy resisting my penetration -- there was no hymen to be broken in a first fuck.

I slid my cock fully into Jessica's tight wet pussy and then I began slamming my cock in and out and quickly brought her to a powerful hard orgasm. I knew this was only the beginning of finding out how sexy and how sensual Jessica would be in bed. I loved knowing she'd orgasmed and then I began to really pull my cock in and out until all but the head of my cock was outside her pussy and then I'd powerfully slide my cock back inside her tight hot pussy again. Jessica was so sexy and she was such a well-developed and hot young woman. I then pulled her legs up, placed both of her ankles over my shoulders and I reached up, cupping both of Jessica's full D-cup breasts in my hands as I thrust my ass back and forth, drilling my cock in and out over and over again.

Jessica began moaning and writhing on the bed there in front of me as I power-fucked her. I knew there was much more to discover about Jessica in days to come, but for now, we were thoroughly enjoying being intimate with each other. I couldn't believe how sexy Jessica was naked. Her breasts were gorgeous and now as she'd cum once and I was heartily fucking her towards a second climax, I was seeing the hot lusty fires of sexual pleasure burning hot in Jessica's eyes. Her nipples are hard with passionate desire and as I felt my own orgasm begin to explode from my balls, I moaned that I was cumming and Jessica joined me in a mutual orgasm that made both of us breath hard and fast.

When I'd finished my first fuck with Jessica, she joined me for an hour long shower and then we went back to the bed and rolled around naked in totally sexual abandon as we fucked our brains out for several hours that night.

Tomorrow was another day and I couldn't wait to experience more and more with this sexy brunette named Jessica.

to be continued

Overdue Reunion

Overdue Reunion
By: Peaceful Spirit (peaceful_spirt@yahoo.com)

Overdue Reunion

By Peaceful Spirit

He couldn't keep his hands off her anymore, and by the look in her eyes, she didn't want him to. They had suffered through dinner and dessert, all the time looking in each other's eyes and knowing what both of them wanted. When the waiter finally dropped off the check, he dropped a hundred on the tray and they didn't bother waiting for change, just headed for the door.

As soon as they got outside, he put his arm around her shoulders and she snuck hers around his waist, using the leverage to press her hips against his. Instantly, he was hard as a rock, his erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his slacks. It had been almost a year since they had seen one another, and nearly ten since he had last laid his hands on her bare skin. From the feel of the goose bumps that prickled her shoulders, he could tell she was thinking the same thing, and her arousal added to his own. For a moment he was afraid he wasn't going to make it to the car before he came in his pants like an over-eager fifteen year old, but the potential embarrassed him enough to let him hold on to his sanity.

When he held the door of the car open for her, she turned and gave him a quick kiss, the first of the night. The feel of her tongue probing gently at his lips nearly set him off again, and he reluctantly pulled away before his libido forced him to pull her dress up and take her right there in the parking lot. She gave him one of her trademark mischievous smiles, knowing full well the effect she was having on him and reveling in it.

He waited for her to pull her legs in, which she did after deliberately allowing him a brief look up her dress to where her stockings were held up with black garters, then he shut the door behind her. He took his time walking around the rear of the car, taking long, deep breaths and willing his pulsating erection to subside. It acquiesced slightly and the pressure lowered to the level of background noise. He knew it wasn't really gone, just biding his time, but at least it should be safe for him to drive.

When he climbed into the car, she was still smiling at him. He grinned back at her, acknowledging the fact that she could still, after all this time, play him like a pinball game and he loved it. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, turning north toward his house. They were quiet during the ride, perhaps afraid to break the spell they were both under. Their only communication was shared touches, little brushes of their hands that still spoke volumes about their feelings.

He pulled into his garage and the door closed behind him. Unable to wait anymore, he turned to her and kissed her deeply, plundering her mouth with his tongue. She returned the kiss with equal vigor, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to her. Long moments passed before they broke apart, breathing as hard as if they had run a foot race. She smiled at him again, then opened the door and slid out of the car. He sat behind the wheel, watching her saunter toward the door into the house. As she got to the door she turned to face him briefly, then turned back to the door. She slowly raised her arms behind her back, and ever so slowly began to unbutton her dress. By the time she reached the last button, his erection was back at full force.

He clambered out of the car and spoke his first words since leaving the restaurant. "Samantha, you are an evil, evil woman!"

She turned and grinned at him, flashing a newly bared shoulder. "Yes. But Davey, you know you wouldn't want it any other way." With that she turned and walked into the house.

He shut the car door and followed her, his heart racing with the thought of what was about to happen. He had been dreaming of this since the last time he had held her in his arms. In the intervening years they had both gotten married, moved on to bigger and better careers; she had even moved out of the city and had a daughter. Although she lived hundreds of miles away, they were both still poignantly aware of the connection between them, and they had never really lost touch, although they actually saw each other very infrequently. It was only now, all these many years later, that circumstances had conspired to allow them this time together.

His wife, Amy, was gone for two weeks, vacationing in France with her sister and mother. Samantha was in town for a business conference, her daughter at home with her father and step-brother. A slight tremor of guilt ran through him, but it didn't last long. He had always been faithful to Amy, but somehow Samantha didn't count as being unfaithful. She had owned a piece of his heart since high school, and whenever she had wanted to claim her rights he had willingly given them. She shared herself the same way, and while her family now claimed the bulk of her affection, he was still lodged firmly in her consciousness.

These thoughts quickly fell behind him as he entered the kitchen. She was leaning against the counter, dimly lit by light from the next room. Somehow, in the moment between her entry and his, she had slipped out of the dress. He took a moment to enjoy the sight. She was clad in a lacy black bra, straining to contain her breasts, which had never really declined since her pregnancy. His eyes traveled down to matching black garter belt and panties, then further to her dark stockings and bare feet?her shoes had apparently followed her dress.

"So, do you like what you see?"

He remembered to breathe. "Oh, God, yes! More than I can possibly say!"

She pushed off the counter and came to him, swaying her hips in a delightfully sensuous fashion. Her hands slipped around his neck and drew his head down to hers for another lengthy kiss. At some point, she discovered his erection pressing against her stomach and began to sway back and forth, rubbing him gently through his slacks. Soon, he had to break the kiss and pull away or risk losing control. His arousal was at a level he hadn't experienced in years, and he desperately wanted to save his energy for more intimate activities.

She took the choice out of his hands in her usual decisive way. With typical insight, she seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. Stepping closer to him, her hands went to his waistband and pulled his shirt free of his slacks. A quick movement pulled the shirt over his head, and he helped by raising his arms and pulling the shirt the rest of the way off. As he struggled to free his hands from the sleeves, hers went to his belt. A quick flick of her wrists undid it, and the button to his slacks lasted no longer. In moments, his pants were around his ankles.

She slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him. A quick side trip divested him of shoes, socks, and pants, then she dragged her fingernails lightly up his legs. The nails gently scratched over his straining erection, and the low moan he couldn't suppress made her giggle lightly. She grabbed the band of his boxers and without hesitation pulled them down over his erection, allowing it to stand freely in front of her face.

She let out a low gasp, as excited as he to finally be touching his flesh. He looked down at her and she met his gaze. Dropping his boxers to the floor to pool at his feet, she grasped his cock at the base with one hand and, in one smooth motion, took him to the back of her mouth, laving the underside of his penis with her tongue. He moaned, deep and rough, knowing he wouldn't be able to last more than a few moments. She slowly withdrew until only the head was between her lips, then again pushed forward. This time, he actually felt his tip slightly enter her throat before she pulled away, and his moment was there. He gasped, "Sam, I can't hold it...I'm going to cum if you keep that up!"

She moaned with him. Again she withdrew until he was just captured between her lips, but this time she started laving the head of his cock with tongue. "God, I'm cumming, Sam!" She never moved, just kept bathing him with her saliva, and he could feel his juices rise through his shaft to explode into her mouth. She took the first jet with a moan of excitement and began to swallow. As fast as she could drink, however, she couldn't keep up with the speed of his ejaculation. Soon a small stream of cum was leaking down her cheek as she applied suction to his head to draw the last drops from him.

When he was completely drained she pulled away and looked up at him. He met her gaze with awe, amazed at the sensations she had just given him. She smiled to show him the remains of his cum held in her mouth, then deliberately swallowed and proceeded to clean her cheek with her fingers and lick up the residue. Although he had just had one of the best orgasms of his life, he felt his cock stir at the sight. Apparently his night wasn't over.

She slowly rose from her knees. With only a slight hesitation, he bent to kiss her, and to his surprise the slight tang of his own juices left in her mouth only added to the eroticism of what she had just done. When she broke away from the kiss, she pulled back and asked, "Well, do you think that took the edge off for a while?"

He smiled down at her. "Yeah, I think I'm good for a minute or two. Why don't we migrate back to the bedroom and find out how long it'll take me to recover?"

She slipped her hand down between them to grasp his still half-hard erection and gave it a gentle tug. "Oh, I don't think it will take you long at all, lover." With a giggle she turned and led him through the kitchen and down the hall.

Once in the bedroom, he insisted that she lie down on the bed while he busied himself with preparations. He quickly lit a series of candles around the room, bathing both of them in a gentle, flickering glow. A few more moments passed while he collected various oils and creams and a couple of more mysterious objects on the stand by the bed.

When he finally turned to her she was regarding him with an inscrutable smile. "Looks like somebody's been planning things out. What wonderful tortures do you have in mind for me, Davey?"

He didn't smile back, just replied in a voice roughened with desire, "Oh, you'll find out very soon. Now, come here."

Raising her off the bed, he turned her so that she was facing it. It was the work of a moment to unclasp her bra; then he slipped his hands underneath the shoulder straps and slid them down her chest and underneath the cups. Once he had her breasts supported by his hands, a quick twist of his arms dropped the bra to the floor. She sighed contentedly and leaned back into him. Her hands came up to cover his and at her urging he began a gentle massage, kneading the ample flesh with his fingers. When he caught her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger and lightly squeezed them she gasped and her hips suddenly pressed back against his groin as though searching for gratification.

He wasn't ready to let her off so easily, however. He slid slowly down her body, letting the hairs on his chest graze her bare skin all the way down to her buttocks. His hands mirrored that path on her abdomen, crossing slowly over her garter belt and panties and down her thighs. When he was kneeling behind her, he kissed the small of her back and spine as his hands crept back up the fronts of her thighs. Lingering a moment at the bottom of her panties, he reveled in the moisture he found seeping through the silk and lace. A slight caress brought another gasp from her but he didn't linger. His hands moved farther up, slipped beneath the hem and then, inside the panties, gripped the waistband. Without disturbing the garters, he carefully slipped the panties down her legs and allowed her to step out of them.

At his urging, she spread her legs slightly. He took her panties in his hand and began to lightly caress the insides of her thighs, occasionally raising them high enough to brush the underside of her sex. Every time he made contact with her labia she would gasp, and finally he decided to stop teasing her. He dropped the panties and set his hand on the inside of her calf. In one slow, smooth motion he pushed it up, gently caressing her the whole way, past her knee and thigh until his outstretched fingers brushed across her swollen lips and into the wet slit between them.

Extending one finger, he easily pushed it inside her and this time she moaned, low and intense with need and gratification. He withdrew it and pushed it in again, bending it inside her to caress her inner walls. She responded involuntarily as a shudder wracked her body and she pushed back against his questing finger, begging him silently to increase his movements. He began a steady rhythmic pulsation inside her pussy and she started gasping with each press of his finger. Encouraged by her response, he added a second finger, multiplying her pleasure. As he continued to massage her inner walls, he bent his head forward and began lightly kissing and nibbling her exposed butt, trying to overload her with sensations. She responded to his oral attention with equal fervor, her moans and gasps rising in volume and intensity.

Soon, he knew it was time to increase the torment. He slowly withdrew his fingers, ignoring her quiet moan of protest. This time, he guided her forward to kneel on the bed, feet extended out past him. He slid a pillow under her shoulders, allowing her to rest on it, and then leaned over her, resting on his arms on either side of her head. He lowered himself until he was pressed up against her from knees to neck and was conscious of his newly engorged erection rising between her legs, nuzzling at the entrance to her pussy. He whispered in her ear, "You are not allowed to move. You can talk, beg, anything, but if you move, I win whatever prize I want, okay? And I know how much you hate losing. Any questions or arguments?"

She didn't respond verbally, just pushed her hips down, trying to take his erection inside her. Pushing himself up and away from her, he gave her a light swat, drawing another gasp from her. "Ah ah ah! That counts as moving, young lady. You won't get another warning!" She moaned in frustration, but played along and her body became still.

He then knelt between her calves and pressed his lips to the back of her thighs. Extending his tongue, he slowly licked along the back of her leg until he reached the crease of her butt and thigh, then switched to the other leg and repeated the process. He switched back and forth, leaving trails of cooling moisture on her legs, slowly moving inward on each leg until finally, when his tongue reached the top of its ascent it encountered a trail of moisture seeping from her sex. He paused to savor her taste, then followed the trail back to its source.

He couldn't contain a moan as his tongue slipped between her sex lips and delved into the pool of moisture trapped there. He caught a bit with the spoon of his tongue and drew it back into his mouth, drinking her moisture as she had so recently done with his. He suddenly became aware of the throbbing of his cock as his arousal again reached a fever peak, but he knew that there was a long way to go before he could allow himself release again.

He once again extended his tongue, this time tracing down over her slit to reach her distended clitoris. When he slowly circled it with his tongue, she was unable to remain silent anymore. "Oh God, Davey! What are you doing to me?" He didn't respond, just closed his lips around the erect nub and gently sucked on it, scrubbing his tongue lightly across the surface. She began to pant and moan again, and her hips started pushing back against his mouth. When he sensed that she was nearing her peak, he suddenly pulled his lips away, eliciting a cry of protest. To assuage her, he used his fingers to gently spread her lips apart and dipped his tongue into her crevice again, this time plunging it as deeply into her as he could. This time, when she began her rocking motion it served to amplify the depth he was able to achieve until it seemed to them both that he was actually fucking her with his tongue. All too soon he sensed her again rising toward an orgasm, and just before it broke he pulled away, leaving her hips pumping in midair for a moment before she realized he was gone.

Before she could react, he moved forward once again. Quickly dipping his tongue into her pussy, he licked upward slowly. When he reached her perineum he stopped and moved back down, briefly laving her clit, then sliding back up through her sopping wet channel and back to her perineum. This time he didn't stop. Instead, he continued his journey, dipping his tongue briefly into her anus, then all the way up her crease to the small of her back. He quickly reversed his direction and worked back down. When he got to her crinkled rear passage he slowly began making small lapping motions around it, occasionally dipping the tip of his tongue into the indentation.

She didn't seem to know how to react. "What are you...you shouldn't....no!" Her body, however, gave the lie to her words as her hips again began thrusting back toward him. With this encouraging sign he became bolder. Stiffening his tongue he pressed it against her rose, which slowly yielded to the penetration. Soon he felt the tip slip into her and had to fight off a spontaneous orgasm of his own, brought on by the sheer intensity of the taboo actions he was taking. Her vocalizing had taken the form of a low, continuous shriek as though she was at once incredibly aroused and horrified by what was being done to her. However, she continued to hold to his edict not to move, and soon, as his tongue began to push in and out of her ass, the rocking motion of her hips resumed.

This time, when he felt her returning to a peak of excitement, he didn't stop. Instead he took her right to the edge of her orgasm, pushing back against his tongue with wild abandon, and when she crested he dropped down again to take her clit into his mouth and suck on it. Her scream was shockingly loud in the confines of the bedroom, and he was amazed when her pussy filled his mouth with her juices, expelled by the force of her orgasm. It wound on and on, extended and increased by the actions of his mouth and tongue on her lips and clit, until finally she couldn't take it any more and collapsed forward onto the bed.

When her collapse broke the connection between them, he gave a secret smile. It had been one of his fantasies for many years to make her come with his mouth, as she had done for him. In his wildest dreams, however, he couldn't have imagined the extent of the success he would have. He again lowered himself atop her body to whisper in her ear, "Are you okay?"

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "I think so, but I may need a couple of days rest to be sure."

He chuckled. "I understand, but the night is young, dear. We still have a long way to go before it's over." She moaned again, either in agony or anticipation, he couldn't tell. But he wasn't finished. "Oh yeah, and you collapsing counts as moving, so I win!"

As he knew she would, she protested that surely such a small thing couldn't be held against her, but he remained adamant. Eventually, she acquiesced. "Well? What prize are you going to demand of me?" she asked.

He looked deep into her eyes. "I think you can guess." A sudden light of comprehension dawned in her eyes, and she shivered, at once aroused and a little apprehensive.

He didn't let her dwell for too long on the prospect of what he was suggesting. He directed her to move up on the bed and lay face down. "I think you do need a little rest after what I've put you through, so how about a nice massage?" With that he opened a jar next to the bed and covered his hands in a thick, perfumed cream. Starting at her shoulders he began to work the cream into her back, rubbing at various small knots of tension that he found there. Before long, she was virtually purring from contentment as he worked his way down her back, paying special attention to the small of her back. He suddenly moved down to her feet and began working the cream into them, then up to her calves and thighs. By the time he again got to her buttocks she was completely relaxed, nearly putty in his large hands.

Reapplying the cream to his hands, he began working on her glute muscles, rubbing them firmly but gently, and finally even worked into the crease of her ass, gently caressing the area he had violated moments before. Once her skin had completely absorbed the cream, he asked her to roll over to give him access to her front. She did so willingly. This time, he knelt between her knees. He ran his hands down her legs until he could grasp her behind the knees, then raised them into the air. His cock was iron hard again, and it was a simple matter to slide forward and, with no fanfare, embed himself in her drenched pussy with one long, smooth stroke. Her eyes opened and then closed again as she uttered a long, drawn out sigh of happiness at finally being filled. He smiled down at her, reveling in her response to his penetration. A couple of slow thrusts into her brought her out of the torpor induced by his massage.

"You still with me?"

"Mmmmmm. You know I am. Why don't you keep doing that?"

He grinned. "Well, I'm not done with the massage yet, am I?" He suited actions to words. Again gathering some cream on his hands he began working it into her chest and abdomen, paying special attention to her breasts. She, however, was unwilling anymore to take such a passive role. As he worked the massage cream into her breasts, she began to lift her hips onto his groin. Before long she was making full strokes, pulling away until only the tip of his penis was inside her, then pushing up into him until he bottomed out, then repeating the process. By the time he had worked all the cream into her he was rapidly approaching the point of no return again. She was smiling up at him, well aware of the effect she was having. It was clearly her turn to be the torturer, though. Before he was able to reach his peak, she pulled all the way off of him.

A quick push of her legs toppled him on his side, and before he could react she was kneeling astride him. "You know, when we were in high school, once I got you into this position I could tickle you into complete helplessness?"

He grinned up at her. "That's true, you could. What are you going to do now that I'm helpless?"

By way of response, she slid back along his body and reached behind her to grasp his distended member. Guiding it to her opening, she gradually took it in until she was resting on his pelvis. "I'm going to have my way with you, and you are going to let me!"

He moaned in appreciation, enjoying the sight of her body poised atop his, feeling his head rubbing against the walls of her vagina as she rocked gently back and forth on him. He liked the way she took control, then, slowly building her own orgasm while keeping just enough sensation on him to keep him hard. Her motions were tiny but her clit rubbing on his pubic bone was causing her to moan ever more and more loudly. Fortunately for him, while he was still rock hard inside of her, there wasn't enough stimulation to bring him to a crisis point, which let him enjoy the show she was putting on for him. The sight of her, eyes closed, breast swaying back and forth in time with her hips, was one he knew he would treasure until the day he died.

Inspiration struck suddenly. Without disturbing her, he reached over to his nightstand and opened a small drawer. A moment's fumbling brought to hand a small vibrator. Suddenly he became aware that her motion had stopped. He looked back up at her to find her smiling down at him. When she saw the vibrator in his hand she smiled and, without saying a word, resumed her rocking back and forth. He smiled back, delighted by her unspoken acceptance.

A moment in his hand warmed the plastic up nicely, and he turned it to a low setting, the hum of its inner workings barely audible. He began to rub it over her body, searching for erogenous zones. She purred as he searched, rewarding him with audible gasps when he found a particularly enjoyable spot. She seemed to especially enjoy when he stimulated her nipples, so he concentrated on them for a moment, noticing that the speed of her hips was gradually increasing and her moans were again rising in volume. Suddenly, he moved it downward, placing the tip of the vibrator against his own pelvis where she was rocking back and forth. As her clit contacted the buzzing device her body locked up, straining to maximize the sensations.

Her voice was nearly a scream, "Davey! Right there! More!"

He smiled to himself. After a few more seconds he slowly edged the vibrator away. She looked down at him, her eyes glazed with lust. "You are a monster!"

He continued smiling. With his free hand, he urged her to resume her rocking motions, which she did with a vengeance, intent on finding the orgasm he had just denied her. While she was thus occupied, he put one of his fingers in his mouth, and when it was coated with his saliva he reached around and slid it down the crevice of her ass until it encountered her anus. With no warning he pressed the tip of his finger through the passage, still slightly moist from the rimming he had given it earlier. Her hips suddenly stopped moving and he froze, worried that he had gone too far. After a brief moment, however, she made a low guttural noise of approval and pushed back against his questing digit, pushing it into her own hole to the second knuckle. He held it there, not moving, while she became accustomed to it, and when she again resumed rocking back and forth on his cock he accentuated the motion with small thrusts with his finger, each thrust accompanied by a small, nearly inaudible shriek from her.

After a few thrusts, he withdrew his finger and quickly replaced it with the vibrator. As it pressed through the ring of her anus the sensations abruptly became to much for her. Her orgasm came on her like a lightning storm and she actually screamed aloud, engulfed by the tide of pleasure. He pushed the vibrator in to its hilt with one hand while his other pulled her hips down more tightly against his pelvis, intent on prolonging her pleasure for as long as possible. Indeed, it seemed as though she might not come down?for long moments she twitched and shivered, caught in nearly unending aftershocks. Finally, the pleasure released its grasp on her and she collapsed forward onto his chest, nearly sobbing from relief and exhaustion. He left the vibrator buried in her back passage for a while, enjoying the feel of the vibrations caressing his still hard cock through the membranes between them.

After several minutes, when he had begun to wonder if she had fallen asleep, she roused from her torpor enough to kiss him deeply. She pulled away after a moment and looked into his eyes. "God, Davey, it has been way too long since I've cum like that!"

"I'm glad I could do that for you, Sam. I love feeling you cum around my cock. And in my mouth, and on my fingers...really, I just love making you cum however it happens."

She giggled. "Well, you are certainly quite good at it sir. But, I've noticed that you don't seem to have joined me." With this, she slowly squeezed him with her pussy, caressing his cock with her internal muscles.

He sighed rapturously. "Well, I was kind of busy, you know? But if you keep doing that, I don't think it will take long to correct that oversight."

She continued working herself on him, enjoying the feel of his erection stiffening still further inside her. When he reached full hardness once again, however, she pulled off and rolled off of him. "Oh, I definitely think you should finish. Why don't you come over here behind me?" She positioned herself back in her kneeling position and looked up at him. "Well?"

He wasted no time clambering off the bed to stand between her ankles. She quickly reached back between her legs and grasped his dangling member and guided it to her hole. He gladly pushed forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one stroke. "Now," she instructed, "fuck me. Hard."

He was glad to comply. Pulling out until only his tip was still inside her, he slammed his hips forward as hard as he could, then began to piston in and out with abandon. Occasionally he would slip all the way out of her, then thrust back in one smooth motion. His excitement quickly skyrocketed, especially when she reached back and inserted her own finger into her ass, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sight was enough to drive him over the edge. "Oh, Samantha! I'm about to cum"

"Do it! Cum inside me! Don't you dare stop!" Her gasping plea triggered his orgasm, and she put both hands down on the bed to push herself back against him, forcing him to empty his sperm deep into her womb, milking him with her pussy until nothing remained. When his turn at shuddering and moaning had finally died down, she reluctantly pulled away from him, eliciting a little moan of disappointment from both of them.

Turning on the bed, she took his now wilted member in her hand. "Now look at what a mess you've made, Davey! We're just going to have to clean that up!" She leaned forward and took him in her mouth. The sensation was immensely pleasurable, her tongue gently licking off their combined residue as his soft cock luxuriated in the warm bath of her mouth. A slight sucking drew a last, lonely dribble from his tip and she was done. She pulled him down to her for another kiss, again surprising him with the sense of eroticism and shared closeness he experienced when he tasted their juices mingling on her tongue.

After a moment she broke the kiss and stood up. A flick of her wrist pulled the covers down and she slipped between the sheets, drawing him in behind her. He needed no encouragement to wrap himself around her in a spoon, cupping one breast in his palm. A few short moments later they were both asleep, happy in the knowledge that several years apart had done little to dampen the fires between them, and confident that the rising sun would bring still more adventures in lovemaking.

Cody and Shelly Part One

Cody and Shelly Part One [part 1 of 3]
By: Charlie the Texan (bellmire@sbcglobal.net)

Cody and Shelly Part One

Cody (age 25 and a huge bear of a man at 6'8" and 280 lbs.) sat thinking about his current sex slave Shelly and what he was going to do with her today. He had met her in a bar about a month ago and right from the outset he had been able to use her sexy body anyway he wanted to satisfy his enormous and perverted sexual appetite. His 10" cock began to harden as he began to dial her private number.

Shell at age 35(but looking much younger) had become a very successful business women, running her own advertising agency with an iron hand where she more than held her own against her mostly male competition. She was a truly beautiful woman, 5'9" 130 lbs. with a 38DD-26-38 figure that just screamed sex when ever dressed to show it off which wasn't very often. Long auburn hair, big green eyes and full red lips completed a package that made most men putty in her hands. Her huge breasts had large pink nipples that were very sensitive and stayed hard most of the time, lower down her full hips veed nicely into a soft pink clean shaven pussy that got wet whenever she thought about sex which was most of the time.

"Hello, this is Shelly McBride may I help you," she said in a business like voice as she picked up her private line.

"You better be able to help me slut," answered a deep hard male voice, "Be at my place in 45 minutes, wearing only your fuck me heels and leather trench coat!" Cody hung up without waiting for Shelly to reply knowing she would follow his orders without question. He relaxed, sipping a cold beer while letting images of her hot nude body fill his twisted mind. He had special plans for his sex toy today starting with her lush melons and big sensitive nipples.

As Shelly hung up the phone her sexy body began to tingle with anticipation at seeing her Master and letting him use her to satisfy his perverted lust. Her nipples quickly hardened and her pussy moistened as she stripped off her conservative business suit, bra, panty hose and low heeled shoes. The fuck me heels he wanted were glossy black with 4" spikes and thin straps that fastened around her ankles, while the black leather trench coat came only to the middle of her thighs and was held closed by just a belt which tied around her waist. Her breath quickened as she admired herself in the mirror and realized that as she walked her naked thighs would show all the way to her bare pussy. She buzzed her secretary to tell her she was leaving for the day and quickly slipped out the back door of her office. She decided to use the service elevator because there was less chance of any of her staff seeing her dressed (or undressed as it were) like she was.

When the doors to the elevator opened her pulse quicken when she saw it occupied by two Hispanic maintenance men. They ogled her long bare legs as they chattered in Spanish, she understood enough to know they were enjoying their ride. Her big breasts heaved as her breath became harder and faster as she listened to them comment obscenely about what they would like to do to her hot body. When the elevator reached the garage level she quickly hurried to her car not caring that her long strides gave them plenty of bare flesh to look at. The two horny men held the door open so they could watch as she climbed into her car giving them a brief look at her bare bottom and long sexy legs.

Shelly looked down at her lap as she drove out of the garage and realized that anyone looking down into her car could see her nakedness all the way to her pussy. The thought or men ogling her body turned her on so much that her breath came in heaves rubbing her rock hard nipples against the soft leather of her coat making her hornier than ever. She wanted very badly to rub her throbbing clit and make herself cum but knew she shouldn't without her master's permission. Well maybe she would just rub it a little to help relieve the itch she couldn't scratch, so she slipped one of her long fingers down between her legs and began gently stroking her hard sex bud.

As Cody finished his beer he looked out the window and noticed a crew of men working on the street outside giving him a hot new idea for his pleasure. He smiled wickedly, his already hard cock twitching as he dialed Shelly's cell phone, this was going to be fun he mused as he waited for her to answer.

The ringing of her cell phone brought Shelly crashing back to earth from the high she had given herself by playing with her cunt, she fumbled to answer quickly when see saw who was calling, her Master. A shiver ran thru her body as she knew what she had been doing was wrong even if he couldn't know about it. "Hello Master" she answered in a soft sexy voice, one much different from the one she had used earlier to answer his call. "Park across the street and leave your coat in the car slut" Cody told his beautiful hot toy before he hung up again not waiting for an answer. He grinned wickedly at the thought Shelly walking nude except for her fuck me heels past the hungry eyes of the workmen outside.

Shelly froze with fear at the idea of having to walk completely naked from her car to his door, but she knew she would because it was what her Maser wanted. Some of the things he made her do would seem to be crazy to most people, but he loved humiliating her as it turned him (and her) on. Thinking about exposing herself in public made her more aroused than ever; now her whole body was becoming one huge sex nerve making her ready and willing for ANYTHING.

As Shelly neared her Master's house she saw the men working and knew why he wanted her to come to him naked, it would be proof again that she was truly his to do with as he wished. Parking across the street she slipped off the coat leaving her wearing nothing but the fuck me heels (that term now took a whole new meaning). She knew her Master was sure to be watching so she decided to prove herself to him by giving him and the workmen a real hot show.

Cody walked out on the porch when he saw Shelly's car to watch but also to protest her from the horny men waiting for her. As she made her way slowly across the street, her nude body swayed provocatively, jiggling her big tits and wiggling her bare ass as she strutted in her tall heels, stopping the workmen in their tracks. They froze open mouthed at the sight of such a beautiful woman walking completely naked; they were unable to speak until she had walked right past them. Then as she neared the porch the whistles and cat calls began, offers to do every obscene thing any under the sun to her poured from their mouths. He knew that these horny men would love to fuck his sex toy to death but for now at least he would enjoy her sexual attributes alone.

"BACK OFF GUYS!" Cody bellowed at the five hard dicked men as Shelly reached the safety of the porch and her Master. "SHE'S ALL MINE!" he continued as the men quieted down at the sight and sound of this mountain of a man. He slipped his huge arm around her nude body and rested his big hand on her sexy bare ass. "Very hot baby" he whispered to her as they headed to the door. He then turned his head to give a parting wicked smile to the hungry eyed men his slut had left hanging with hard cocks and open mouths.

"Let us know if you need any help with her!" yelled what appeared to be the foreman as Cody and his prize possession disappeared thru the door. "Damn what a piece of ass, some guys have all the luck!" the foreman said to his men as they reluctantly returned to work.

The feel of Shelly warm bare flesh combined with the smell of perfume mixed with sex as well as the events of the last few minutes were driving Cody wild with the need to cum. He needed to cool off so he could begin the long hot sex session he had planned and knew just how to do it. "On your knees slut," he ordered her as he spun her naked hot body around to face him.

Shelly knelt before her Master, her face level with the monstrous bulge in his pants. She was so turned on she could hardly control herself; she wanted very badly to cum but knew she must wait and follow his orders. He unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, dropping them to his ankles, freeing his huge throbbing cock (Cody hardly ever wore underwear).This was driving her even wilder with desire having his rock hard throbbing cock only inches from her waiting mouth.

"Put your hands behind your back and open your mouth slut," Cody commanded as he rubbed his enormous cock across Shelly's pretty face smearing it with his precum. One of his huge hands guided his 10" sex tool into her mouth while the other one pulled her head towards him. "Gonna fuck your face slut to get myself off now so I can take my time later," the big man continued as he rammed home his hard cock into her willing mouth.

Shelly relaxed the muscles in her throat so he could fuck as deep as he wanted, she tried to use her lips and tongue as well to help him cum because pleasing him was now all that mattered to her. Her own body was on fire, her nipples ached and throbbed while sex juices leaked from her tormented pussy, running down both her thighs. She struggled to breath as he pounded away at her, ramming all his huge cock down her throat again and again while grabbing her long auburn locks with both hands to us as handles to hold her head still. Cody used Shelly like the slut she was, fucking her pretty face savagely until he couldn't hold back any longer. He buried his cock to the balls down her throat and pumped out blast after blast of hot cum, finally finding the release he so badly needed. " Fuck that was good!" he moaned as the last of his sex juice emptied into his sex toy's mouth. He sank down into his big lounge chair and rested leaving his sex slave kneeling nude before her Master.

Shelly knew her Master wasn't ready to allow her to find release from the passion that now consumed her entire being. She wanted, no needed to cum more then she had ever needed anything in her life before, but it was not to be, not yet, she must wait until it pleased him not her.

Cody could sense Shelly's needs but he only delighted in her torment, he was going to make his slut wait until the time was right, then he would allow she to experience the most intense orgasm of her life.

Poor Shelly must wait and so must you, to be continued.

Screw The Roses; Send Me The Thorns (Part Three)

Screw The Roses; Send Me The Thorns (Part Three) [part 3 of 3]
By: Cum Girl (cumgirl664807035@talktalk.net)

Screw The Roses; Send Me The Thorns (Part 3)

I love my bed. It is my escape, my refuge, my security blanket. I can sit on the side of it and swing my legs without my feet touching the floor. I can wriggle myself deep down beneath the duvet and hide from the world cosy and safe. It is king size, just large enough for a tiny 5ft 1" Cum Girl and it sits resplendent, dressed in white linen, dominating my bedroom.

Opposite the foot of the bed is a large built in wardrobe with mirrored doors; the mirrors that I inspected myself in last night, the mirrors that I am once again stood before. On either side of the bed are cabinets, their tops bulging with the ephemera of day to day life. Scattered about the room are clothes, shoes, towels, books, and CDs; this is my nesting place and I keep everything close to hand. My thorn stems sit proudly in their vase on the bedside cabinet, the rose petals atop them mocking me with their blood red hue.

I tried so hard last night to complete Master's instruction. I was a well-behaved, obedient Cum Girl and went to sleep bearing the myriad thorn marks proudly on my body, but when I awoke this morning they were gone. Frantically I searched my skin; probed and pulled flesh with my fingers and eventually found two fine lines to bear testament to my efforts; one on my right breast and another on the left side of my stomach just above my hip bone.

Now, 24 hours later, I am once again stood naked before those mirrors; this time at Inspection with Master hovering at my side.

My wonderful Master; in all my stories I have never taken the time to describe Him. He is a presence, an enigma, not fully fleshed out and that has been remiss of me. He is 43, eight years older than me, but has a boyish quality about Him that makes Him seem younger. He is about 5ft 9"; and when I am barefoot the top of my head nestles just beneath His chin; with heels on I look up to Him and when we kiss I must raise my head upwards as He looks down on me. He is slim built but with enough strength to pin and hold me when or if I struggle. Normally, He keeps His hair closely cropped giving His face a rounded aspect with just a hint of cheek bones to give it definition. A smallish mouth with full kissable lips and the eyes ... hidden behind rectangular, tortishell glasses, the eyes are what draw you in, hold you fixed, trembling, obedient, and submissive.

It is those eyes that are now appraising my naked and unmarked body.

Inspection; feet shoulder width apart, back straight, and head up, hands clasped together on the back of my skull; a position of pride, a position of absolute exposure. My eyes are fixed unseeingly ahead, my mouth a thin line of determination, my teeth worrying the inside of my bottom lip. If, I focus on the mirror before me, I will see Cum Girl displayed, nervous, expectant and Master clothed and prowling about my naked form. It is the lull before the storm, the moment of silence before the battle; the air bristles with sexual tension.

"You said there were marks, Cum Girl."

"Yes, Master, there are two."

"Where are they then? I cannot see them."

"There is one on the outside of my right breast, Master, and another on the left side of my stomach."

I want to move, to unclasp my hands, to point out their positions exactly, but I know better than to do such a thing. I have not been given permission and will stay fixed until told otherwise.

Master moves in closer, circles in front of me, places His cold hand on the centre of my stomach. I suck in breath; try to hold myself still, His touch an instant abuse, an instant pleasure. His fingers slide across my skin, find the pathetic symbol of my self abuse, follow its course with the tips of His fingers, He brings His other hand up and slides it outwards from my sternum, over my small right breast, rubbing across my stiff nipple till finally He arrives at the fine line my precious thorn created.

I am desperately trying to hold myself immobile beneath His examination but inside I am quivering. His fingers are tracking back and forth across the twin remnants of last night and with every touch my skin erupts in sensation. I am holding tight; I want to abandon my position, throw my arms around Him, push my slender naked body hard against His, feel His arms wrapped around me, have His hand entangled in my hair, His lips against mine, His tongue deep inside my mouth. I want to feel His groin pushed firmly against my pulsating pubis, His nails digging deep into the flesh of my arse dragging me up till my calves ache from the pressure of standing on tiptoe. I want ... I want ... I want ...

"You may cum, Cum Girl."

Discordant cacophony; Stravinsky slashed through with Linkin Park, volume set to 11 crashing through my head. My body buffeted like a dying leaf shivering before autumn's equinoctial gales. Command Orgasms are instant, exploding out of my lower stomach and shaking my entirety. There is no steady drip of pleasure, no gradual ascent of arousal, no standing palpitating awaiting your orgasms release; one moment I am stood happily dreaming of what might be and the next sensation rips through me. My thighs spread, my knees buckle under the added pressure, my pussy is aglow, alive, atremble as the orgasmic pulses thrust along the insides of my vaginal walls, my stomach and breasts heave to my orgasms asymmetrical rhythm, my arms hanging desperately onto the back of my head maintaining my obedience. I cum.

Master watches Cum Girl; watches as I perform my submissive duties, watches the pleasure displayed across my expressive visage, watches the explosion, the aftermath, the abatement, watches as my breathing returns to normal, as my eyelids flutter open and once again He can stare into my pupils and I can meet His gaze with pride.

"It doesn't look as if you tried very hard, Cum Girl."

For a moment I am lost to His meaning. For a moment I think that He is talking about the orgasm that continues to pulse deep within me. It takes a moment for my sensation addled mind to focus back onto the reason I am stood here before Him; thorns, self-abuse, marks.

"I tried my best, Master."

"Are you sure, Cum Girl; was this really the best you could do?"

I take a second; construct the answer in my mind before committing it to my mouth.

"I was scared, Master. I don't like pain and I was scared of hurting myself. I did try very hard to complete your instruction and when I went to bed last night my body was covered in thorn marks."

"Perhaps you were a bit soft on yourself, Cum Girl; a bit soft and a bit squeamish."

"Yes, Master, I think I was. I think that I should have used more force; certainly the thorn did not hurt as much as I expected but the results looked delightful and I believed that I had completed your instruction. If you had been here last night, Master, Cum Girl believes that you would have been impressed and admiring of her handiwork. Cum Girl thought that Master would be very pleased with her."

"We will have to try again, Cum Girl. We will have to see if we can do it properly this time."

"Yes, Master."

I reply in a barely audible murmur. His words have produced a throb in my vagina and caused another wave of cum to escape my parted lips and drip down onto my already soaked thighs.

"I want you on the bed, Cum Girl."

His hand is on my waist turning me, leading me the few steps to the bed. He turns me 90 degrees, pushes me till the back of my legs rest against the soft duvet. His hand presses between my breasts making me to sit, and then He lowers Himself before me, grasps my ankles, lifts and swings them around till I am lying prone before Him and as He spreads my thighs I reach above my head and grab hold of the wrought iron bedstead.

Cum Girl, stripped, naked, spread and exposed, sinking into her soft welcoming duvet awaiting her Master's desire. A moan of pleasure resonates through me.

Master is poised above me, thorny stem in hand. He is ready; ready to beat, to punish, to mark my ever so needy body. His hand descends and I feel petals, sepals, and leaves, stem and thorns strike into my flesh. Hand rises, hand falls; thorns rise, thorns fall; repeatedly striking my skin; my breasts, my stomach, my pubis, my thighs; random strokes, my body tense awaiting the next blow, my body cuming as it enjoys the stinging pain.

Use me, Master. Abuse me, Master. I am a wretched creature so undeserving of your attentions. You gave me a simple instruction and I failed you. Thrash me, beat me, flog me, make me feel that pain I so inadequately failed to inflict on myself, cover my flesh with welts, mark me so that my eyes will be filled with the knowledge that I am yours.

Hand rises, hand falls; thorns rise, thorns fall; buttocks rise, buttocks fall; stomach rises, stomach falls; breasts rise, breasts fall; pussy rises, pussy falls; my body rises to meet each blow, pushes itself upwards to receive its punishment, to feel the delicious sensation of thorn on flesh and with each prickly caress my pussy spasms as another wave of pleasure washes my undeserving body clean.

How can I possibly find the words to describe the endless ecstasy I experience at His hands? I am cuming; orgasm on top of orgasm. Constant pleasure; every thorn stroke reverberating through my soaking pussy, sensation magnified till all I am is never-ending pulses of joy.

Imagine being stood naked in a thunderstorm, fat raindrops pummelling your body in an ever ascending tempo. Can you feel it? Can you feel your skin enlivened, responding, meeting the rains irregular pulse with its own? Now imagine that sensation inside; imagine that pummelling happening inside with your body providing its own thunder and lightening.

I am soaked, dripping, panting, burning, breathless, and sodden. Everything that I am is fire, air and water. His hands are on my ankles, spreading my legs mid-air; wider and wider till my thighs scream their complaints and then I feel His hardness nestling betwixt my engorged pussy lips. He rests there erect, poised, commanding; my slick, shining wetness spread before Him subservient, obedient and eager.

Such joy, such pleasure; the steady slide of Him into me, the feel of flesh filling flesh, His heat scorching my vaginal walls and my pussy responding with its own flame, its own desire, its own need. Glorious penetration; owned and penetrated. Owned and fixed on His hard throbbing cock.

I am cuming without beginning, without ending. I cum as His pubic hair caresses my quivering clitoris, as His cock pushes into the inner depths of me, as I grasp hold of Him with my vaginal muscles, as He slides through my silken abyss. I cum as He presses a single thorn into my flesh, as He pierces my skin, tracks it across my torso leaving a fierce and angry welt in its wake. I cum as He slides it across my stomach, under my breasts, across my naked pubic mons, over the delicate mounds of my breasts, as it runs across my sensitised areolae and my pulsating nipples. And then finally, I cum as He thrusts deep within my wondrous flesh and releases His desire; coating my joyous pussy with His hot, sticky, precious cum.

Sated, spent, drained; sweat sheened flesh pressed hard together, redundant thorns captured between them, Master and Cum Girl arms wrapped around each other, their breath hot on each other's face, eyelids heavy with post-orgasmic bliss. Time slips by till eventually Master rouses and untangles Himself and stands looking down on my naked form.

"Get up, Cum Girl."

"Shut your eyes."

He leads me back and positions me once more before the mirrors, leaves me there momentarily and then I feel the soft leather and cold metal of my collar being fixed around my neck. He puts His hand under my chin, raises my head and holds me there.

"Eyes open, Cum Girl."

Scratched and abraded; a mess of angry red lines burning brightly across my pale luminescent skin and above it all my sleek neck framed with the dull black leather of my collar.

"You look beautiful, Cum Girl. You look perfect."

"Thank you, Master."

Screw the Roses; Send me the Thorns.

Screw the Roses; Screw me with Thorns.

Cum Girl x