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Champagne, Whip Cream with Side of French Maid

When I got home from work last night my husband had prepared a nice simple meal, complete with my favorite wine. We sat down to eat and relax, he told me to finish my glass of wine and to go and take a nice relaxing bubble bath, then go to our room and get my outfit he had laid out,and put it on, then I could come back to the living room.
I ran the water in the tub as I stripped off my hose, and work suit. I pinned the falling pieces of my hair back up so I did not get them wet. I adjusted the water to be hotter and added bath gel to the water to make big foamy bubbles. I stood looking at myself in the mirror, not a perfect body as I once had but my husband didn’t seem to mind much. Placing my foot in the tub to test the water, it was just the right temperature I sunk down up to my neck in the warm soapy water. I closed my eyes for a few moments and then decided to get to the business at hand. I picked up the razor and soaped up my legs, running the razor over my calves, and my inner thighs, I was careful not to cut myself. I then soaped up both hands and sunk deeper into the tub. I covered my pussy with soap and began to shave the stubble. Placing both legs up on the sides of the tub so I could spread my lips apart I ran the razor along the edge of both lips down to my ass. Both lips were shaved close and up in the little groove above my clit it seemed to be a stubborn spot I could never get smooth enough. I washed my face and body, paying special attention to my pussy, rubbing my fingers over my hard clit, stroking it slowly as I enjoyed the sensation of the water bumping against my pussy. I was getting close to cumming but I decided to wait because I wanted my husband to get it all. I let the water out of the tub and stepped out picking up a big black warm towel; I dried off and pulled out the body lotion. Making sure I covered my legs in the creamy white buttery lotion, working my way up my thighs to my soft smooth pussy lips. I wrapped the towel around me and walked the short distance to our room. In our room he had my little sexy maid outfit waiting for me on the bed. I scooped it up and walked back into the bathroom.
Reaching up I let down my long dark hair and attempted to pull the brush through it. I added a little finishing spray to hold it in place. I pulled my black eyeliner out of my bag and ran it around my eyes for a sexier dramatic look for my husband. I stepped into my maid outfit, complete with the disconnected little white sleeves pulled up around my upper arms. I tied the chocker around my neck and the top of the maid outfit over my large breast, trying to tuck them in somewhat. I looked in the mirror, not too bad for a middle aged chick I thought. I flipped the switch off, and walked into the living room. Actually I peeked around the doorway where my husband sat on the sofa. He looked up, raised his eyebrow and said hummm, he motioned for me to come to him with his index finger. I shook my head now and he gave me the stern look. I walked into the room, and sat on the sofa beside him. He reached for my legs and put them on his lap; he began to massage my feet, and told me that I looked very sexy. I asked him to take me to the bedroom. He told me go get on the bed lie down, face down and close my eyes and I was not to open them.
Being deprived of vision will make a person wary of their surroundings, even with someone they trust. He tied the blindfold tightly around my eyes; I couldn’t see anything but blackness. Squeezing my eyes tightly I tried to find just a hint of light, there was none. He forced me over on my stomach pulling my hands behind my back he wound some type of fabric around first my right wrist then my left tying them tightly together. I tried to move my fingers; I felt the sting of a leather whip across my hands. I was instructed to stop moving. I obliged, his hot mouth was on my legs, and I felt his tongue run up the backs of my knees. He lifted my little skirt that covered my bare ass; I felt his hand kneading my ass cheek first gently then rougher with each kiss on my thigh. With a sudden swiftness the whip cracked and made contact with my bare ass. I whimpered, and was greeted with yet another swift crack of the whip. I knew that I had to be quiet or suffer. He cracked the whip, smacking my feet first the right then the left then at the same time, he smacked my legs, my ass, and my back. He flipped me over, he began to hit the fronts of my thighs with the whip, I moaned and complained he pulled my tits out of the low cut maid outfit, and began to smack my tits with the whip, hitting harder and hard each time. Pulling my up maid outfit he smacked my stomach with the whip as well. He told me to spread my legs. I said no instinctively, he told me to spread them now, I did as he said and he began to smack my inner thighs with the whip the stinging of the whip was becoming intense. Turning me back over he made me spread my legs again as he held my ass cheeks apart and hit my asshole with the whip. I yelled out so he did it again and again I tried to roll away, he held me in place as he continued to smack me with the whip.
He moved me to the edge of the bed down to the floor, with my feet I could feel a pillow and he told me to get down. I knelt on the pillow, he had me turn around, and when I did he moved the pillow and had me scoot back. Under me were blankets and helped me to get down on the pillow behind my head. Lying down, he spread my legs he began to rub my pussy with his thumb and his finger. He stroked my clit with softly, I moaned and he had the whip in his hand again, with my pussy spread he smacked my clit with the whip, I squealed. I felt him insert something into my cunt, I heard a strange noise, and my pussy was full, I realized it was whip cream. He was filling my little pussy full of whip cream. He began to rub it into my cunt. He rubbed my clit and fucked me with two and three fingers as he was covering me with the creamy white dessert. He pulled the can up and squirted it on my right tit then my left tit. I felt his mouth on my pussy as he licked the whip dessert out of me. I then began to fuck me with his hand again, I then felt a hard dildo inserted into my cunt he began to fuck me, he wanted me to squirt and I wasn’t going to give it to him. I began to quiver and I came. He pushed something cold into my pussy; he began to move it faster and harder as well as deeper into my open wide little hole. Champagne foamed and spewed deep inside my cunt. He had a small bottle of champagne that we had in the fridge and he was fucking me with it. My pussy was full of the entire small bottle; he poured the rest all over my tits, and kissed me on the mouth I told him it was running out of my pussy. He went down between my legs and I felt his tongue lapping at the champagne that ran from my red hot pussy hole.
He reached up behind my head I could feel his hands in my hair, as I was still blindfolded and he untied my top he pulled it down to my waist and exposed my soft big tits rather than having them just pulled out of the top of my maid outfit. He got up and walked around behind me and then was back. I had no idea what he was doing, I felt something wet and gel like being placed on my tits. I knew then he had the tens unit and I typically use for a foot injury. He was placing one on each tit, one around my nipple the other higher up. I felt him fiddling with the wires and I knew he was hooking me up. I begged him not to hook me to it. He just said to shut up and continued with his task. He leaned in and kissed me, and then moved back between my legs. When I felt the first jolt run through my big hard tits. I screamed as he turned it up and down. My nipples drew upwards when he hit the electricity. I started to breathe heavy and fast, he left the unit on squeezing my tits as he went back to my cunt. He began to finger fuck my little pussy again I knew I was going to cum soon. When he stopped, I felt the cold gel like pads being placed again. He put one on the right little slick pussy lip then one on the left. He reached down between my legs further and pulled my ass apart, he placed one on each side of ass. I begged him please not to do this. He stopped the unit on my titties. And messed with the wires, I knew that I was going to get a serious jolt on my pussy. Just when I could settle a second the jolt hit my pussy lips on the right side, and my right tit, I screamed yet again, when he pulled the whip out and began to smack me as I knew I was a wet mess. He turned the tens unit up and then down making me squirm. He stopped it again, moving the wires he hooked up both sides of my slick wet mound. He never eased me into this one, he turned it up causing me to jerk almost upright as my back arched. I moaned loudly when he smacked my face so I would shut up. I got quiet and tried to breathe through the torture. After a few minutes he moved the pads to the inside of my thighs. I begged him not to it was the most tender part of my legs. He hit them and I screamed in pain. It was on high and this was the hardest part of trying to keep it together because the pain was intense in my thighs, my ass and my pussy.
After he tired of shocking my pussy. He removed all the pads and the unit. He then put my legs up on his shoulders, after taking the blindfold off, I saw that he was going to fuck me till I squirted. He pulled the dildo out of my pussy and pushed it back in, slowly and with long strokes. I could feel myself nearing squirting. It was hard to describe how I knew I was going to squirt, but there was a part deep inside the upper wall of my pussy that felt better than I could ever stand. He hit with the big hard dildo. I felt it getting bigger and hotter and I knew I was going to explode soon. He took the dildo out and began to finger fuck me yet again. As he pulled out I still had my legs on his shoulders I came, I squirted my hot wet pussy juice on his chest and his cock. I quivered and moaned loudly as the orgasm racked through my body. He then went back to his work and continued to fuck my pussy again. It was tight from all the champagne he fucked me with two fingers sliding them between my inner pussy lips. He shoved them into me all the way up to his hand. I was closing in on another orgasm, when he pulled his fingers out, I squirted him again. He moved his hand down to my tight little asshole, he gave me no warning, and he shoved his fingers into my tight asshole as I begged him to be gentle. I could feel both fingers pulling my asshole apart as he fucked me.
He moved back between my legs I felt him hold my pussy lips out, and felt the pain of the clothes pins. He clipped first one on my lip then another on the other side where he could pull them and spread my lips apart. He added two more, then pulled those lips out again and he pinched up my hard little pink clit between his fingers and clipped me there even through my begging and crying for him not to. He spit on my cunt and began to pull with one hand on the clothes pins, his fingers massaged my clit that was exposed under the clothes pin, I begged him to stop the pain in my clit was almost unbearable. I felt myself nearing orgasm as he relentlessly massaged my scorching cunt, I came yet again.
He grabbed my hair and made me get up; he pulled my hair pulling me into the bathroom. I begged him to stop being so rough, he smacked me on the ass three or four times so I would shut up. He spun me around and untied my hands I looked at my wrist that were red from being tied tightly. He started the water in the bathtub, the shower was on, he made me get into the shower, and he quickly followed. We stood under the hot water as he kissed me and whispered that I was good. Then he looked at me and told me to get on my knees. I squatted down then just sat down in the bottom of the tub as the water hit me in the top of the head. He moved his big cock closer to my face, he began to piss on my chest, moving his cock with his hand he pissed on my tits, then my face, I tried to keep my mouth shut but I had to take a breath. I got a big mouthful of his piss and tried to spit it out. He continued to piss on my face and chest. It was making me hot, I wanted badly to tickle my clit as he pissed on me but I wasn’t able to at that time. I sucked his cock when he finished pissing, he moaned, telling me that my thick hot lips felt well wrapped around his hard throbbing dick. After showering and ensuring all of my cum, the whipped cream, and champagne were gone, we stepped out of the shower and towel dried. We walked back into our room and surveyed our mess, after cleaning up I snuggled next to him in the bed. He kissed me on the forehead as I rested my face on his chest; I placed my hand on his cock, and fell soundly asleep.
I was awakened a few hours later with his hard cock against my thigh. Before I was fully awake he was on top of me spreading my legs apart shoving his cock into my pussy. I moaned because I wasn’t ready for him and my puss was quite tight. He began to fuck me hard, as I tried to move around so the pain just under my little pussy hole and above my asshole felt like it was tearing as he fucked me harder and harder. He asked me if he bought me a nice big dog would I fuck it for him. I had when I was younger gotten much pleasure from my dog. I liked to suck him hard, jack him off, and let him fuck me until I was knotted in the ass and my pussy. My hubby was turned on by the idea of his wife being fucked by the family dog. He continued to fuck me harder as I described sucking my dog’s dick when I was 14 years old; his breathing became more rapid as he neared an orgasm. I couldn’t wait for him I came, my thighs tensing and my pussy convulsed around his hard long cock. He stopped and then asked me if I wanted it, I told him I did as his cock began to throb as it spit out it’s juice deep inside me. He lay on top of me breathing heavy as he squeezed me tightly. Rolling off he told me I was absolutely the best fuck he had ever had, as we was he.

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Punishment with Anton volume 1

This story follows on from ‘wife takes more black cock’
About a month passed from our night spent with Anton in the hotel and during that time myself and Hannah had had some of the best sex that we have ever had. She had become far more open about her sexuality and far more willing to try different experiences.
It was a Wednesday night and we were sitting together watching TV when out of the blue Hannah said “can we arrange to meet up with Anton this weekend?” I was a bit shocked at first because the question came out of nowhere but after a minute the images of her getting fucked by that huge black cock came flooding back and I readily agreed to give him a call.
I felt nervous as I dialled his number but he answered quickly and instantly remembered me. When I told him that Hannah wanted to meet this weekend he enthusiastically agreed and told me to book the same hotel room as before for the Friday night. Just as we were about to end the conversation he said “make sure you book it for Friday AND Saturday nights, I am gonna fuck that slut of yours ALL weekend”. My cock grew instantly hard at the thought of him punishing Hannah for 48 hours straight and then he finished by saying “oh and don’t set off to the hotel on Friday until I have called you. I will have some further demands of her before we meet”. With that he hung up the phone.
I sat on the sofa with the phone in my hand as images of Hannah being fucked by Anton for a full week flashed through my mind. Hannah looked across and smiled at me. “Get over here and suck my cock” I demanded, “if you want that black cock this weekend you’re gonna suck me and swallow my load right now”. She was desperate for his black cock so she jumped out of her seat, dropped onto her knees and slowly crawled across the floor towards me. As she got close to me she knelt up and pulled down her top to reveal her tits, then crawled up next to my lap. I undid my belt and she pulled my trousers and pants down from my waist. My hard cock sprung free and I grabbed her hard by her hair, pulling her head back so she was looking my in the eye. “Anton wants to fuck you for the whole weekend so we need to get you well trained. Open wide baby”. With that I forced her head down hard onto my cock, not stopping until it was in her throat and her lips were touching my balls. I held her there as I whispered to her “ this is nothing compared to how Anton is gonna punish you”. As her breathing slowed I allowed her to release my cock from her throat but as she gasped for breath I forced it straight back in, catching her in between breaths. Again she began to struggle as her lungs screamed for oxygen but I held her firmly in position, only releasing her as her eyes began to roll. She gasped for air but I could tell from the look in her eye that she was loving every second. I pushed myself back in but this time began a steady rhythm in and out. Looking down watching her gagging with each stroke was too much and i felt my balls begin to swell. I held her head again as I shot load after load of my juice deep down her throat. “ you better get to bed now baby, you’ll need all your energy for this weekend”
After Hannah had taken herself off to bed i rang the hotel and made sure that I booked the same room as before for the full weekend.
Friday arrived and we had both returned home from work excitedly wondering what exactly the weekend would bring. We packed a small overnight case and Hannah put in as much of her sexy lingerie as possible. Just as she was about to start getting changed at about 6 pm there was a ring at the door. I answered the door and there was a parcel delivery driver with parcel addressed to both of us. I signed for the parcel and closed the door. I took the parcel up to the bedroom where Hannah was just about to get into the shower and opened it on the bed. It contained a tiny red lacy dress and a note from Anton which read;
Hannah
Make sure that you are wearing this when you come to the hotel tonight along with the tallest heels you have. I will meet you both in the bar at 8pm sharp.
Anton
PS. Make sure that you don’t wear any underwear under that dress. Failure to follow my instructions exactly will lead to punishments.
Hannah grinned from ear to ear as she held up the tiny see through dress. She then jumped intot he shower and began to get ready. I was already ready to go so went downstairs to get a drink. Nearly an hour later, Hannah came down the stairs and stood in the living room. She looked stunning. The dress was see through and left very little to the imagination. I could see that she had fully shaven her pussy and that she had followed Anton’s instructions to the letter. She had no underwear on at all and a pair of 5 inch black heels. The dress was so short that as she turned round it hardly covered the cheeks of her ass. “Baby you are such a slut” I teased. “I know baby. I am your black cock slut”. I kissed her hard and we headed to the car.
We drove to the hotel in silence as we both pondered what Anton may have planned for the weekend. I parked the car in the hotel garage and we took the elevator up to the hotel bar and reception. As we left the lift 3 guys in suits were stood in the reception area. As my wife approached the all stared and i overheard one say to the other “ she must be a hooker dressed like that”. I ignored the comment as loved the tough of these guys looking at my slutty wife in this way. We checked in at reception and found that Anton had already checked in and had taken the room key so we headed to the bar. As we walked into the bar I spotted Anton at a table at the far side of the bar. We headed over and as every head in the whole bar watched my wife Anton smiled as he realised she had followed every instruction to the letter.
As we got to the table he stood to greet us and told Hannah to sit in the chair facing him. We sat and straight away he leaned in and said to Hannah “you look like a perfect little slut. Now uncross your legs and place your feet on the floor a foot apart”. Hannah did as she was told but kept her knees close together. “Spread your knees baby”. Slowly she opened her knees revealing to Anton her freshly shaved pussy. “Now don’t move”. He waived over a female waitress who came and stood by him. He ordered a drink and then the waitress turned her attention to Hannah. As soon as the waitress looked towards Hannah she noticed how she was sitting and got a clear view of her already glistening slit. She pretended not to notice as she took Hannah’s order but couldn’t take her eyes off Hannah’s pussy. I then ordered a drink and the waitress left to make up our order.
Whilst she was gone Anton looked Hannah up and down for a few seconds then said “ now I want to see you spread those wet lips”. Hannah looked nervous but slowly lowered her hand to her pussy. She looked Anton in the eye as she placed a finger either side of her pussy lips. She began to spread her fingers apart and her lips parted revealing her red slit. Pussy juice flowed out onto her dress, soaking through onto the seat. “now don’t move again until we get our drinks”. He smiled at her as she squirmed in her seat knowing the waitress was going to get a full view of her open hole. The waitress approached wit our drinks and again stood next to Anton to serve them. She nearly dropped her tray as she noticed Hannah sitting with her pussy pulled wide open. She caught Hannah’s gaze for a second and smiled before dropping her eyes back to her pussy. As she served the drinks she didn’t take her eyes of Hannah’s wet hole, which obviously turned Hannah on even more because without warning she moved her other hand down to her pussy and pushed two fingers deep into her sopping hole. The waitress stared in amazement as Hannah slowly fingered her own pussy. She regained her composure before leaving our drinks and walking off back to the bar. “ You really are a filthy slut” I said to Hannah as she continued fingering herself whilst her gaze locked onto Anton’s obviously growing erection.
We sat for about 15 mins and for the whole time whilst we drank our drinks Hannah fingered and stroked her wet pussy. On more than one occasion I thought she was actually going to cum right there in the bar. After 15 mins Anton broke the silence. “Now I am going to go up to the room and I want you to follow in 5 minutes”. He got up and walked across the bar and from where I was sitting I noticed that he said something to our waitress as he passed her by the door. As I returned my gaze to Hannah she pulled her fingers from inside her pussy and slowly placed them inside her mouth, licking her own juices off with her tongue. My cock was rock hard as I saw the desire in her eyes and I thought to myself, this is going to be one hell of a weekend.
The five minutes passed and Hannah got up from her seat “Come on baby lets go have some fun” she teased as she turned and bent over right in front of me to pick up her handbag, giving me a perfect view of her sopping pussy lips and her tight ass hole. I followed her from the bar and across the reception area to the lift. Again everyone in the room stopped and starred as Hannah, my little slut, sauntered past with everything on show.
We got in the lift and as the doors shut she moved in and kissed me hard. She reached down and grabbed my cock through my trousers “you’re gonna have to be patient baby” she teased and she stroked me slowly. We got to the first floor and went straight t the room. Hannah knocked on the door and Anton opened it wearing nothing but his huge erection. Hannah grined from ear to ear as we both entered the room. He closed the door behind us and before I could even get towards the sofa I heard Hannah scream out behind me. I spun round and saw that Anton had unexpectedly grabbed Hannah roughly by her hair and was almost lifting her off the floor. “Do you promise to do everything I say, without question for the next two days” he quietly growled in her ear. She whimpered a reply of yes as he pulled harder on her hair. “Louder bitch” he shouted as he yanked her upwards again. “YES, YES, YES” she screamed. He dropped her on the floor and her legs gave way under her.
As she lay on the floor he straddled her chest, pinning her arms down under his knees. He lowered his hips and dropped his balls onto her face. As he did this he turned to me and said “sit down on the sofa, and don’t leave it until I tell you to do so”. I sat down and watched as Hannah opened her mouth and started to lick and suck at his huge balls. His cock looked bigger than ever and he began to stroke it as she pleasured his balls.
After a few minutes she stood up and walked over to a draw. He opened it and took out a long length of rope. He walked to the large window where he had fucked Hannah the last time they were together and threw one end of the rope over the strong curtain rail, pulling it down so that both ends dropped equally. He walked back to where Hannah was still lying on the floor and dragged her over to the window. She glanced out and saw that the square below was again busy with people going about their business. He spun her round so that her back was against the window and began winding one end of the rope tightly around her wrists in front of her. Once she was tightly bound her took the other end or the rope and pulled down hard on it. Hannah’s hand shot up above her head, but Anton continued to apply pressure, pulling until her arms were straight up above her head and she began to teeter on her tiptoes. Once he was happy with her position he tied the rope off around the leg of the bed and stood back to admire his prey hanging in the window.
He went back to the draw and took out a small pair of scissors. He walked to her and made a small cut at the neckline of her dress. He dropped the scissors and placed a hand on either side of the cut. With one strong movement he ripped her dress from top to bottom, leaving her hanging naked in the window. Juice from her pussy glistened in the evening light as it ran down her leg. Not a word was spoken.
He admired her naked body for a second then returned to the drawer for a third time. This time he returned with something in each hand. In his right hand as a very large dildo which he placed on the bed and in the other a small whip which he held tightly. He moved to Hannah and spun her so that she was facing the window, baring all to the street below where a couple had already noticed her hanging naked in the window. He circled Hannah, slowly stroking his huge cock as he admired her body. As he walked behind her he stopped and I watched as he took a long back swing and then brought the whip down hard across her ass. She screamed out loud and momentarily lost her balance on her tiptoes. Again he raised his arm SMACK., she screamed again.
He walked back to her front “each time you scream you will get another one. Do you understand me? Hannah nodded as she bit her lip as the pain scorched through her ass. Anton walked behind her again, SMACK, the whip landed across her back leaving a long red line. Hannah winced and lost her balance but held her scream. “good girl” Anton whispered as he gently stroked the whip along her back. SMACK, the whip contacted her ass again. Hannah actually moaned with pleasure as she became used to the paint that Anton was inflicting. Anton moved slowly around until he stood in front of Hannah. As she watched he stroked his throbbing cock which seemed to be getting harder by the second. He was really taking his time with her. He let her hand for what must have been 5 minutes before suddenly lifting his arm and bringing the whip down across Hannah’s tits. The pain caused her to scream slightly and instantly Anton reacted and repeated his punishment to her tits. Another scream and this time he whipped her across the stomach. He held her composure and Anton held off giving her a fourth whipping.
The red marks were beginning to cover her body and during the half hour that Anton had spent punishing Hannah a crowd had formed in the square below. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Anton placed his whip on the bed and turned Hannah to face the door. He walked to the door without putting on any clothes and pulled the handle. The door opened an in stepped a woman. She was wearing a cream coloured long mac style coat with black patent high heels. It took a few second by we both suddenly recognised her as the waitress from the bar downstairs. Hannah turned to me with a look of shock on her face as the woman walked into the middle of the room. Anton closed the door and walked up behind the woman and said “this is Steph. She will be joining us for the next few hours”. As he spoke Steph untied the buckle around the waistband of the coat and Anton held the coat by the collar, sliding it off her shoulders as it slipped away. I gawped in amazement at the sight before me. Steph was wearing a very short black PVC dress with a corset style top which pushed her ample tits up into an amazing cleavage. She had 6 inch high stilettos and black gloves that finished above her elbows. She looked stunning and has topped it off with bright red lipstick covering her full blowjob lips.
Anton stood and watched as Steph slowly walked across to Hannah and began to trail her gloved fingers over her naked body. She spent 5 mins doing this and with each touch I could see Hannah getting wetter and wetter. Steph walked to the bed, picked up the whip and retuned to stand in front of Hannah. “Have you been a good girl for Anton?” she quizzed Hannah. Hannah nodded and Steph walked around her trailing the whip across her already marked skip. As she stood in the window Steph slowly spun Hannah so that she was again facing out of the window. Steph walked back behind her and ran the head of the whip down between the cheeks of her ass and forward, running it along Hannahs wet pussy. As this happened Hannah altered her stance slightly to allow her legs to part. As Hannah spread her legs I saw Steph pull the whip back and in one fluid motion brought it forward and up, SMACK, connecting the full length of Hannah’s pussy. Hannah screamed loudly and SMACK the whip connected again before she had chance to close her legs. Hannah completely lost her footing and hung completely by her wrists as Steph brought the whip down again across Hannah’s ass.
I watched in awe as Hannahs pussy juice flowed down her legs as she was whipped by her sexy mistress. Anton watched on, stroking his huge cock as Hannah slowly regained her footing allowing Steph to continue circling her, whip in hand. She allowed Hannah a few minutes to recover from her pussy lashing before she resumed her punishment. SMACK she thrashed the whip hard across Hannah’s tits, SMACK this time across her stomach. This time Hannah didn’t make any sound at all and Steph looked at Anton “I think our slut is trained” she said as she set down the whip on the floor. Hannah hung her head and I noticed tears running down her face. Anton walked over to where he had tied off the rope and undid the knot, letting the rope run free. Hannah dropped to her knees on the floor with her hands still bound in front of her. Anton walked over to Steph and led her by the hand to the window. He made her face the window and told her to bend forward from her waist keeping her legs straight. Steph did exactly as she was told and Anton moved behind her, roughly pulling her dress up to reveal her gorgeous ass and pussy. He reached down and pulled Hannah up by her hair. “Are you ready to eat some pussy baby” Anton whipsered to Hannah.
Hannah has never had any experience with other women but the sound of Anton telling her that she was going to do it, coupled by his strong physical presence seemed to make her jump at the chance. She quickly knelt up and as she did so Anton pushed her face into the waiting pussy. I watched eagerly as my wife began to lick vigorously up and down the length of Steph’s pussy. Steph moaned and reached round with both hands, pulling her ass cheeks wide apart. Hannah didn’t need a second invite and thrust her tongue greedily upwards to Steph’s tight ass. She swirled her tongue round and round before beginning to push it deep into her tightest hole. Anton moved in front of Steph and without needing instruction she opened her mouth. Anton pushed his cock forward into her mouth and she expertly took him deep into her throat as Hannah continued to lick and probed at her ass. As Anton began to stroke his cock in and out of Steph’s mouth he leaned over and ran his band down over her back and down between the cheeks of her ass. As his fingers reached Stephs ass he held them out for Hannah. She took his two fingers into her mouth before he pulled them out and put them on the opening of Steph’s tight hole. He pushed his fingers deep inside her ass as he thrust his cock back into her throat whilst Hannah went back to lapping at Steph’s wet cunt. Steph moaned loudly as Anton and Hannah pleasured all of her holes and within minutes she came hard, squirting her juices all over Hannah’s face that was buried in her pussy.
Anton pulled out of Stephs mouth and told her to get down on all fours. He moved Hannah to kneel next to Steph and pushed her face down so it was resting on Stephs ass. Anton moved behind Steph and pushed straight into her tight, wet ass. She moaned as he pushed straight in up to his balls. He then pulled right out and forced his cock straight from her ass into Hannahs waiting mouth. He repeated this over and over until he was close to cumming before he stopped and held his cock still in Steph’s ass. He held back but from where I watched I could tell he wanted to shoot his first load.
After a few seconds he pulled his cock from Steph’s ass and grabbed Hannah by the hair, dragging her roughly across the room to a sofa. He lifted her up and threw her onto the sofa on her back. He got between her legs and lifted them high, pushing them back so that her knees were up round her ears. Her holes were wide open for his taking and he held her ankles firmly as he eyed up her holes. In one motion he thrust forward and decided on her ass. Within a slipt second he was balls deep and Hannah screamed out loudly at his sudden intrusion into her bowels. He ignored her and began to thrust his full length in and out, grunting as he did so and calling her a filthy slut. It didn’t take long before he was ready to cum and he pulled out. Steph had moved for a closer view and he grabbed her and pushed her face next to Hannah’s. In three tugs of his huge cock he unleashed a huge load over the faces of the two sluts and then proceeded to wipe his cock over their cum covered faces before collapsing onto the sofa.
I couldn’t resist any longer and stood up from my vantage point. I stripped off as I walked and as I reached the two women I was down to my pants. I stood and pulled them down, releasing my throbbing cock. Steph was kneeling on the floor with her face still next to Hannah’s. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass up so that she was on her knees facing Hannah. I lined my cock up with her tight ass and pushed it straight in. It slipped in easily as Anton had previously spread her wide open and I began to fuck her hard whilst slapping her ass cheeks. She moaned loudly for me as she leaned forward and began to lick Anton’s cum form my wifes face as I fucked her ass. The sight of this slut licking cum form Hannah’s face quicly sent me over the edge and I felt my balls tighten. I pulled out from Stephs sexy ass and shot my load all over her face as she continued to lick cum from Hannah’s face.
I laid on the floor and watched as Hannah and Steph spent the next 10 mins licking every drop of our cum from eac others faces.
Anton then stood up ready for more…………. that will follow in the next instalment.

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Jodee01

Hey y’all, here’s the first part of how I lost my virginity – hope u like it!!!

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Anal Plug at My Command

This is actuall a continuation of a previous love making session in which my wife was to follow all of my commands as I used her body for my sexual enjoyment….

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My friendly wife

I met him quite accidentally, when I was on my official tour. (I am a marketing executive (age 30) of an MNC pharma company) We were old friends – studied in the same School. As it happens in such occasions, there was an initial euphoria, and when it was over, we decided to celebrate the occasion in a roadside bar. He made a call to his wife, telling her that we would have our dinner outside. I was happy sipping a beer and was remembering our old days, when, to my surprise, I found him gulping down almost half the bottle of whisky and still ordering for more. I signaled the waiter to stop as I was an occasional drinker, and I was hungry. We had a heavy dinner and I paid for the bill, amidst protests from my friend. So, after a few good byes, I thought of moving to my lodging house as I had some hectic work to do the next day.
But, when I finally convinced him that he had had enough and brought him out of the pub, he was so drunk that he could not even insert the bike key in its slot. Knowing that if I allowed him to drive, it was a sure act of suicide, I decided to drop him home, before moving to my hole. But I never thought he would be so drunk that he could forget the way to his own home, and after going round and round over a few streets, I took out his visiting card from his pocket, and enquiring here and there, reached his house around 11 in the night. I was happy that light was still burning in his house.
I honked the horn twice and a sleepy face peeped through the window. After a few seconds the front door opened, and a very young girl of around 20 came out. My friend gave that foolish grin as would such drunkards do, and tried to introduce me to her. His mouth opened to say something, but instead of words, a stream of vomit, a mixture of whisky and snacks, sprayed on my shirt before I could react. His job finished, he faltered and started to fall. Even forgetting the stench killing my nostrils, I rushed to stop him from falling. And his wife joined.
With much difficulty, we carried him into his bedroom almost dragging and laid him on the bed. By that time, he was totally gone, quite oblivious to what was happening to him and into the deep drunken slumber. She looked up at me and said in a very low voice “There is a bathroom in the hall; please change your dress and also take a bath. I will wash them up shortly.”
I had nothing to say, so I obeyed. When I returned from the bath room wrapping a towel around my waist (my dresses were in the suitcase), she was standing in the hall looking very sad.
I thought I owed an explanation. “We are friends during school days”. I sounded almost apologetic. “We met again after 10 years gap, and he wanted to celebrate. Perhaps, I should have stopped him much earlier”.
“It is okay” she replied in a matter of fact tone. “I have seen him in much worse condition”. Her words were interrupted by the deafening sound of snoring coming from my friend’s bed room. I was shocked to hear that. A wife so beautiful like her, recently married as was evident from her mangal sutra, there was no reason for my friend to behave like that.
“Why?” I wanted to know, but she ignored my question. “Here is some milk?” she extended a cup of hot steaming milk and asked “Would you like to see some TV news?”. I nodded in assent, as I had that habit of watching late night news before going to bed.
She switched on the TV, changed it to news channel and started moving towards the bathroom. “I may be late. Shall be washing your clothes & others. There is your bed room” She pointed her beautiful hand towards a closed door and I nodded. She went into the bathroom closing the door behind her and I heard the water running. She was washing my clothes, I thought sipping the milk.
She looked very beautiful, and though I felt guilty of thinking like that about a friend’s wife, I could not help remembering her wonderful body. She was very shapely, and from the contours exhibited through her night dress, I could see her breasts very firm and her back intoxicating (you know, I was already slightly intoxicated by that strong beer). She was lean but not skinny, and she had the curves that made her very sexy.
Shaking my head to drive away these thoughts, I tried to concentrate on the TV news which was discussing about the sudden drop in stock prices on that day and I got absorbed in it. I had staked lots of money in the stocks and a 5 percent drop meant a lot of money. Soon I forgot my friend and his sexy wife and was deeply into the stock market news, when I heard somebody screaming. I thought that it was my imagination and continued to view the news item which was saying that I had lost about 30% of my hard earned savings on that day itself. Right at that time, the bathroom door opened suddenly with force, and out she came running, screaming and naked.
I froze in my seat for a second, then rose quickly to receive her. She straight ran into my outstretched hands, shaking terribly, as if she had seen a something dangerous and attacking her. She could not speak and was half hysterical that I had to hold her to my chest very firmly to restrain her shivering body. I was a little worried to see her so frightened, and looked towards the bathroom door to see what was threatening her. I didn’t have to wait for long.
Out came, flying in great speed, brownish colored, a giant sized – you know what? – a Cockroach. Wizzing past with the sound of the propeller of a plane, it flew tentatively towards us, then changed course midway and went straight to the television screen and settled on it. It ran across the TV screen aimlessly and then, as if it had changed its mind, started flying again across the hall. It disappeared somewhere behind me and before I could guess where it went, it came back swiftly from behind me (I could not move, as she was hugging me tightly) and settled on her naked butts. She gave a screeching sound once again, and her body convulsed against me, as if she was experiencing a nightmare.
The cockroach started running on her mosaic back like a little child, and when I tried to catch it, it escaped and again started flying around. She was now totally out of control, her slender body writhing against me like a snake. In that melee, I lost my previous towel around my waist, leaving me very nude like her. Finally the cockroach made its way to their bed room where her husband was sleeping and did not come back.
I thought for a moment, made a quick decision, and lifting her in my hands, carried her to the room reserved for me, and laid her down on the bed.
My intention was purely to make her safe from that terrorist-cockroach. But as I saw her on the bed, lying on her back, with her entire front portion displayed in my view, my mind had gone wild. She looked very sexy to my beer-charged eyes and her boobs were very fleshy and round than I had thought earlier. Her triangular mound between her thighs was puffy, brownish, in quite contrast to her pure white body, making me crazy. I could not resist myself and jumped on the bed, beside her, started kissing her face every where, my hands feverishly working on her breasts.
For a few moments she seemed not to care, still dazed, then her eyes suddenly opened wide, and seeing my face very close to her, she immediately started to wriggle free of me, and struggled hard with her hands and legs to push me off her. But she was no match to my strength and I forced her down, kissing her on her face all the time.
“Please,” she begged me “I am your friend’s wife. Don’t do this to me. Please”. But I was far gone beyond this finer sense, aided by the intoxication of the liquor inside me.
She struggled hard for a brief time, her protests slowing down gradually as she realized my superior strength, and finally stopped fighting. But became very rigid, like a women under sedation, making no movement, lying like a dead body, but still covering her breasts with her hands and crossing her legs tightly thus hiding her golden mound effectively from me.
From the shape of her breasts and her behavior, I had a doubt about her sex life with her husband. Her breasts bore no marks of teeth or finger nails, showing that she was still almost a virgin. She was frightened at my aggression as sex seemed to be very new to her, I surmised, and decided to go slowly.
I kissed her very gently on her forehead, then her eyes, and slowly sliding down to her ears and posted a strong kiss into her ear, which should normally turn her on. She did not show any emotion, was lying like a girl suffering from coma. But I continued my solo play. Her breasts were indeed small and round, but still her hands were unable to cover them completely. I placed my fingers in the gap of her fingers and began my expert work, massaging her breast and using my thumb and index finger, slightly squeezed the nipple, as you would fondle your penis before mastrubation.
She let out a “sssssssssshhhhHH” quite inaudibly, but continued her non-cooperation.
Emboldened, I forced my fingers over her hitherto sagging breasts and continued my usual massage (as I would do to my wife) starting from the lower end, slowly sliding towards the top, squeezing the tiny nipple with two fingers. After a few seconds of massaging, I could sense her breasts and nipple becoming live, hardening and her body slowly relaxing. Then I began to kiss on her breasts (forcing her hands away, which were becoming weak) and started licking her nipple. She held her breath as my tongue played on her, passing all sides, and occasionally teasing her tender small grape-sized nipple with my teeth.
After considerable time spending on her marvelous breasts, I got down to her abdomen and my tongue started playing on her naval, probing into the small opening. Quite unexpectedly, this turned her on, and she moved her torso beneath me, very slowly, giving indication that she was getting aroused. I continued to play with her sexy naval, even as my hands were busy with her breasts.
I could sense that she was now breathing heavily. That was enough for me. My mouth moved further down to the triangle below, created by her two crossed legs, and kissed over it. As if by magic, her hands flew from her breasts, and held my hair very tightly, it hurt me, and tried to pull my head away from her golden mound.
She must have been bathing at the time of the unscheduled visit of the cockroach, as she smelt of pleasant fragrance. I now used both of my hands to force her thighs open up and after some brutal effort she gave in. My God! Once again I gasped at the excellent panoramic view that spread before me.
Hers was a very small light coloured oval shaped cunt, its opening guarded by two harmless lips, separated by a slim line that was glistening with the pre-cum liquid. There was no bushy hair, as it appeared that she had recently shaved clean. Her thighs were simply bright golden colour, and a few purple patches here and there, because of the pressure I applied to pry them open.
I bent down, and gently brushed her quivering lower lips with a slight kiss. At the touch of my lips, her body trembled and she let out a “NOOOOOOOOOO” once again. But she did nothing to ward me off and even reduced the pressure of her thighs I started kissing lightly all around her cunt, careful not to touch it, her thighs, lower abdomen and hip, and I found her getting high every minute..
I felt suffocated, my face buried between her tightly held thighs and I lifted my head up to get some air. You won’t believe it, but she pushed my head down with her hands, opening up her thighs a little wider so I could get more access to her lower lips comfortably. I wondered! How sex changes women!
Emboldened, I started licking the rim of her golden pussy, careful not to touch the centre line, but on the rim of her oval cunt,. Despite her, she began to moan, slowly moving her bottom in tune with the movement of my tongue. All the while, my hands were playing and massaging on her hip, just between the hip joint and starting of the pubic hair – an area, which I found very much arousing the women (especially my wife).
She was now really going wild, with her mouth uttering the moans quite loudly and her butts thrusting upwards, forcing me to take her vagina. Her lower mouth was now salivating freely, I felt her erect clit and rolled it between my lips as you would a tasty cherry. She cried out in pleasure. Then, I started attacking the crack with my tongue, going from the bottom of the opening, slowly going up right through the crack, an inch of my tongue digging through her opening.
“Aaaaaah”, :AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaOOO” Ssssssssssssssssshhhhhhh! was her rythmic moans as my tongue went up and down that impatient slit God created in women for the use of innocent men like me. She was now shaking all over, and from the sounds she was making, I could sense that she had already started journey towards the orgasm.
It was time, I thought, and moved between her legs, taking position carefully, and placed the tip of my arrogant cock over the opening.
Her eyes opened like she was awaken from a deep sleep, and her eyes caught the view of my throbbing cock, dangling before her like a dark carrot. I took the tip of my steady cock on the opening, and pressed. It entered into her, an inch immediately, thrusting away her protesting cunt walls (because of my size). I paused for a moment, as I saw her mouth opening into a perfect ‘O’, her upper body came off the bed, her head bent backwards, her thighs opening wide and almost breathless. I could see her enjoying the sensation of my cock inside her virgin cunt and pressed further, letting my cock drowning into her very slowly.
As I guessed earlier, she was not used at all earlier by my friend, and she was not getting all the pleasure in having such a monstrous cock insider her virgin cunt.
“Oh! “OOOOOOh! Was all she could say, shaking her head wildly, unable to take in the sensation my cock was creating into her..
Finally, I settled down into her tight and eager cunt, I felt very satisfied. (My wife’s cunt was a little bigger than my prick, and often I doubted whether I was inside her or not).
I felt her inner walls of the pussy hugging and pulsating my cock in a different way I never felt before and I felt like I was doing the fucking for the first time. A new sensation started brewing into me making me very happy and lustful. Which made my cock grow further, bulging like a mid sized banana.
I could not control myself and I began to move, and I found myself making deep thrusts at her. Initially, it was measured as if I was dealing with a fresh flower, afraid that Imight hurt her, but as I lost myself in that new sensation her cunt was creating to my cock, I began to make powerful thrusts into her. I could feel my entire length riding through that slim opening like a race car, smashing into the end of her cunt tunnel, making her scream like a little school girl on a roller coaster ride for the first time. Her moans were making me mad and I increased my speed further.
I did not, could not, stop and started making long and powerful thrusts into her sweet cunt, with uncontollable vigour. Somewhere in the distance I heard her calling me “Raaja, Raajaaa, Raaajaaaaaaaa, Come da, still deep into me, come on da; yes yes like that, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, go go go go gooooooo deep into me, deeeeeeeeeep, aaaaaaaaaaah yes, yes, aaaaaaaaaaaaa go go I want you still deeeeeeeeeeep, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”. She didn’t stop and chattered like a little girl proud about her new found toy.
For any man, who finds his women below him getting thrilled with his cock, such a wonderful sounds will make him further mad, and confident, successful and strong and would turn into a monster who would do anything to satisfy that girl below.
Like that I felt very happy at her acknowledging my strength and my techniques, which gave her so much pleasure between her thighs! She was now lifting her butts up every time my cock assaulted her, receiving my entire length into her, as if eating me fully. I was completely out of mind then, making some of the powerful strokes that I never made before this, my hips moving like a express train,.
I was now working between the outstretched “V” shaped legs and still going strong, when I saw her going frenzy, her entire body moving up and down as if she was having fits, her fingers buried wildly on my back, her nails biting my flesh, and in a flash, her cunt began squirting warm sexy liquid in spurts on to me. She had hit the orgasm quite violently and her entire body was on fire, moving wildly below, all the time careful enough to receive my thrusts within her. She breathing very heavily, through mouth, deep and long, gasping for breath, making inaudible moans in between.
As she was half through that shattering orgasm, I felt my dam cracking and I flew into a mind shattering orgasm, and jets of happy liquid spurt into her enthralled cunt, drenching her thirsty pussy, going further deep into her womb, spilling over her thighs, and I was still pumping into her non stop……. I heard her still calling me something, shaking like a mating snake and my body was beyond my control, making deep strokes, still powerful jabs….
I didn’t know when we stopped. When I woke up, it was morning already and she was standing there with a cup of hot coffee in her hand, and a pleasant wife-smile on her lips.
“Good morning”, she cooed “Everything ready. Come on”.

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VIGNETTES III – Witchy Woman

Not wanting to be around people, I spent a few moths surviving in the woods. Coming home leaner and meaner, I fell in with a spooky woman who brought out my cruelest tendencies. Oh yeah, she was born on Halloween…not kidding.

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The Simple Life 1: The Belt

Introduction: Hey guys. So, yes, this is a True Story, with a little embellishment. Names are changed for obvious reason. I suppose I should start with READ THE TAGS. If this is not your kind of story, don’t read it. Thank you. Other than that, I hope this to be the beginning of a small series. Although this is the story that I think most deserves publishing, I have plenty of others that should show up soon, including the second (good) half of this one. One more warning: This story has little to no sex, it is all plot and set up. The sex should be out soon. Enjoy!Maddie says she’s interested
A short, simple text, that nevertheless filled me with no small amount excitement. It was finally going to happen. I was going to get The Belt.
I suppose I should back up.
My name’s John. I’m nineteen, and a sophomore in college. What college isn’t important. I suppose I should describe myself… I’m tall, topping off at about 6’5”, and athletically fit. I’m not ripped, or a bindle of twigs like some track runners, but years of hiking and swimming have left me relatively in shape. I have brown hair, worn just long enough to look scruffy, only helped by the trim beard I wear habitually… not the disgusting, long, untamed things a lot of guys my age seem to pick up, but enough to age my face a little bit.
This story would take a long time to fully explain, and there’s a good chance I’ll get another story out of it at some point, so let me summarize. My junior year of high school, I started dating this attractive, younger punk girl, named Rowan. She was hot – way out of my league, in my opinion at least, but I got it anyways. She was tall for a girl, maybe a hair over 5 and half feet, with long brown hair dyed black at the tips. She had decent tits and a gorgeous ass, but what really drew me to her was her eyes. She had some exotic blood in her family somewhere, giving her big, gorgeous eyes.
We dated for about half a year, during which time we both lost basically ever virginity possible. We even agreed to have a threesome, but never found another girl willing. It was an entertaining time, but eventually, I broke it off. I had decided that the two year age difference between us was just too much difference in maturity. A decision not at all influenced by interest in another girl. Nope.
So fast forward just over a year. I went off to a local college, and lived on campus, leading to a very interesting series of events I’m not going to elaborate on. After my second semester, I moved back home, and took advantage of some time off to go visit an old favorite teacher at my high school. While there, I happened to walk by my old flame… with some scrawny skater guy sucking her face off. Promptly ignoring that, I did notice her hair – she had cut it much shorter, just slightly longer than a guy cut, just long enough for her to still be able to hide parts of her face behind her bangs. The black tips were gone, replaced by lighter highlights. But otherwise, she looked the same, if not hotter. Maturing had agreed with her. We made brief eye contact, and I kept walking.
Later that night, I got a text.Nice beard
I smiled, immediately recognizing who it was.Nice hair
And so it began again. Over the summer, we grew closer, and before long, were right back into our wild misadventures, kinkier than ever. We never really talked about commitment, or figuring out what we were to each other – we were having too much fun!
Of course, I was always pushing for that threesome, The Belt, as certain sitcoms would refer to it. There was one girl, a friend of Rowan’s, Maddie. The two had been light heartedly flirting with each other since they both realized they were bi, but it had never gone farther than drunken incidents. And just as the two of us were getting comfortable, Maddie actually got into a committed relationship, with someone she actually didn’t want to cheat on. A shame, but I lived.
It was late September, four months after we had gotten back together, that Rowan mentioned off hand that Maddie has broken up with her boyfriend. Unsurprisingly, she had cheated on him.
Yeah. She was kind of a slut.
My reaction was obvious. “Come on pet, go for it. At least see if she’s interested!”
“I don’t know… I’m kind of pissed with how she’s been lately…”
“I don’t care!” I replied, “I just want this damn threesome, and you know she’d be willing!”
“Fine… I’ll take to her, Master.”
Oh right. I didn’t mention that did I? Rowan, in the intervening year, had picked up a fascination with domination, submission, and light bondage that I was more than willing to entertain.
Plus, I liked her calling me master.
Which brings us back to that text. Which probably makes a lot more sense now.This Saturday work? I quickly sent back.I’ll ask her. I think so.Aight. Let me make some calls. Good job pet, you’ll be rewarded.
Ooo master, can’t wait c:
I immediately grabbed the phone. My town was home to a small, ever growing, airport, so hotels weren’t really hard to find. I called up one I had found, that balanced price and quality, and quickly reserved a room. At this time of year, prices weren’t bad, and I doubted I’d have much in the way of company to worry about.
My second call was to a local sex shop. Don’t give me that look. You all know you have a local sex shop.
Since I had started with Rowan, I had gotten to know the owner of this particular store relatively well. Good guy, but I’m too lazy to come up with a good pseudonym for him. Let’s call him Tony.
“Yo Tony, it’s John. I need that kit for Saturday night.”
“The Belt Box? Sweet shit man!”
“Yeah I know. Just make sure everything’s ready to go. I’ll swing by in the afternoon.”
The Belt Box, as we had taken to calling it, was actually a product called the Menage a Trois Kit, that the store had taken to renting out, for those who couldn’t afford everything it had, but really needed one wild night. Kinda gross, but Tony showed me the thorough cleaning procedures everything went through.
I shot another text to Rowan, with the hotel name and room number. Be there by 6. Have Maddie show up by 7. See you then pet.
The reply came quick. She was obviously just as excited as me. Master are you going to have another slave for me to play with after this?
I think so pet.
The next few days flew by, until it was finally Saturday. I told a quick story to my parents, tld them I wouldn’t be coming home tonight, and slipped out the door. I popped by the shop, picked up the Belt Box from a smirking Tony, and headed to the hotel room.
A smiling, admittedly quite attractive woman, pulled up my information, verified me and gave me my key. Casually, I asked, “Is anyone else nearby this room?”
The woman tapped away at key for a few second before saying “A few business men checked out this morning, but otherwise no. You picked a good time.” She gave me a sly grin. “And why would you be asking about that?”
I smiled back. I liked this girl. “Maybe I can show you tomorrow.” With a quick wink, I was on my way.
I entered the third floor room. Plain enough. A large bed sat in the middle of the room, an old tube TV in an entertainment center against the wall. One bed rooms were cheaper, and I doubted I’d need a second anyways. A plain view of the road and nearby buildings, but that didn’t matter. I quickly closed the blinds. The bathroom was nice, if simple. A standing shower, with enough room for three people. I smiled. That was good.
As 6 approached, I went down to the lobby, and shot the woman another glance. Looking closer, I realized she was younger than I thought, under that official uniform. Probably just over twenty, saving up for school. I shot her another wink as Rowan walked in and I escorted her to the room. Never hurts.
As soon as we were in the room, Rowan was pressed against me liked a bitch in heat. “Oh Master, this room is so nice. Can we just get started now?” As she talked, her hand edged toward my pants.
I slapped her hand away, but leaned down and kissed her passionately. For all the domination talk, I still had deeper feelings for the girl. That made this next part all the more fun. “Hmm… maybe we can pet. How about you strip for Master?”
Rowan’s eyes, half hidden behind her bangs, sparkled as she quickly divested herself of clothing. Her tits, sagging only slightly, were beautiful D cups, and her ass was gorgeous as always. I kissed her harder.
“And now Master take his off?” she asked, hopeful.
“Not quite little pet. Lay down.” I gestured to the bed as I reached underneath. “For the rest of the night,” I said as she laid down, “you are to obey ever order form your Master. No resisting, no questioning. Understand?”
She gave me a look, but nodded. “Yes Master.”
“Good girl. Now, spread your legs.” She happily did, expecting something quite different, as I quickly buckled a leather band, lined with fur on the inside, onto each of her ankles. I then slipped an end of a chain into a loop on each band, and slid the chain under and around the mattress, forcing her legs to be spread open.
Rowan whimpered lightly. “but Master… I thought…”
“That Maddie would get chained up? No. From what you’ve said, she’s the more active of you two.” As I talked, I grabbed her wrists and tied them together, then to the headboard, using a thin silk strip. “No little pet, you don’t get to play with a new slave tonight,” I said as I slipped a thicker strip over her eyes, “you are the toy for the night.”
She whimpered louder. “Master please!” She started pulling at her bonds. I let her. I wanted to make sure they were tight.
“Stop Rowan.” I didn’t yell, but as an aspiring teacher and former Scout instructor, I knew how to put authority into my voice. She immediately stopped. “You agreed to this, pet, and now, you will listen. If you do, you will be rewarded.” I checked the clock. Quarter of 7. “Now, I’m going to go bring Maddie up. When I do, you are to be still and quiet. Fall asleep if you want. But she is to think, for all intents and purposes, that you are unconscious. Understand?”
Rowan nodded, shivering lightly, whether with fear or excitement, I didn’t know. Possibly both. Probably more of the latter, knowing her. “Good girl. I’ll be back soon.”
With that, I walked back down to the lobby, smiling at the girl at the counter as she checked in an older couple, probably just in on a flight. She caught my eye for a second, and I heard, across the room, as she talked to the couple. “I’m sorry, but your room has been changed to the fourth floor. I hope there isn’t any inconvenience…”
As the couple nodded in the negative, I did some quick math and realized the room she put them in was one the opposite side of the hotel from mine, and a floor away. I really liked this girl. Which made the questioning look on her face as I led yet another girl up to my room even more satisfying.
“Where’s Rowan? I thought she’d be with you.” Maddie asked as we rode the elevator to the room.
“She’s in the room already, getting ready.” I replied.
“Oh. Speaking of which, I love that you got an entire hotel room just for this I thought we’d be sneaking around in someone’s basement or something.”
“No, no, that would never do. No fun at all. I can’t do this all the time, but in this case… I thought it was fitting.” I smiled at her, and looked her over. I hadn’t seen the girl in over a year, since I had graduated, and she didn’t disappoint. She had a similar body to Rowan, but leaned even more on the punk end. Lip ring, nose ring, more earrings than I could count. He hair was shaved off on one side, giving it an odd look, made only odder by the cold, electric blue it was dyed. She didn’t have Rowan’s gorgeous eyes, but they were nonetheless sparkling with quite a bit of excitement. She was a bit thinner than Rowan, with the smaller tits and ass that went with it, but was still pretty hot. Good enough for me.
As we walked from the elevator to the room, I brought up Rowan’s odd tastes, knowing that she shared them. “Oh yeah, the whole domination thing. I got her into it a few years ago. I realized that she was a submissive right away, and we had fun, but I got tired of being in charge all the time, y’know?”
I laughed. “Not really. “ She replied with a questioning look that I promptly ignored..
As I opened the door, I quickly stepped around her, blocking her view of the room in general, and the bed specifically. “Now, if you want to go any farther, you have to be my slave. On your knees.” She didn’t move, only raising an eyebrow at me and striking a defiant pose. I sighed internally. It had been like this with Rowan at the beginning too. I had talked to her later, and it came down to wanting to feel dominated, wanting to feel the loss of control. I assumed Maddie had similar tastes.
Without flinching, I slapped her. Not that hard, but enough to get my point across. Then I pinned her against the door, one hand on her throat, my body pressed against hers, and stopped my face less than an inch from hers. Hunger flared in her eyes immediately. “I’m in charge here. Not you. Get that straight now pet.” Her eyes widened and her face shot forward, kissing me roughly, biting and sucking.
I pushed her away and gestured downwards. “Knees. Now.”
Slowly she slid down the floor to her knees. She looked up at me with a look of pure lust on her face, like I had never seen before. “I’m sorry Master. Please punish me however you see fit. Make me your bitch.”
I wide grin filled my mind, though I refused to let it reach my face. It was going to be a good night.

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Disciplin from Jen Chap #3

Chapter #3
I almost didn’t want to do it. Despite knowing, hoping for, what I was about to see, I had such vivid imagery banging about in my mind that I was worried if I stopped to open my eyes it would all disappear. The moment flashed by and my senses returned. I had the real thing waiting in front of me, don’t blow it now. Obey.
The past few moments had seemed like hours, and my eyes agreed. I squinted as I tried to comply with my instructions, searching the room for where they had come from. There, beside the bed, between the glow of candles and her lamp, Jennifer stood, staring intently back at me, her body canted a bit, creating a sweeping curve from her hip to her shoulder, her auburn hair flowing wildly about the other. I immediately noticed she was dressed, in something, but her breasts were exposed and my eyes widened at the discovery. Upon seeing my excitement Jennifer jumped on the opportunity to take charge again.
“Oh, don’t get your hopes up, buddy. You won’t be feeling these just yet.”
As she spoke she lifted her heaving tits up in her hands and her gaze dipped just enough to leer at me across the bridge of her nose. With her breasts bouncing in her grasp I could now see what had created the metallic sound emanating from the closet earlier. Three gold chains stretched across the red fabric of the open cup corset she was wearing, just below where her breasts had been. She released them and her flesh slapped the metal, re-creating the sound. She raised them again, and let them fall, clinking against the golden chains. Finally she pressed them into each other and pinched her own nipples, something she knew I loved to watch her perform. I would often beg her to do it as I fucked her, especially while cumming.
I have long appreciated Jennifer’s tits, even before we ever dated, but especially since first getting to play with them shortly after finishing high school. My “graduation gift” she called it. They are large, very large, 34G’s in fact. I didn’t even know that a G cup was a real bra size until I spent the day shopping for them with her a few years ago. I remember sitting in the “man chair”, a black leather recliner, outside the ladies dressing rooms at the department store while Jennifer and the distractingly attractive woman working in the lingerie section walked back and forth with handfuls of bras, trying to find one that could handle her booming cleavage without distorting her figure. After several unsuccessful trips to the rack the woman inquired if she had ever been custom fitted before, to which Jen replied she hadn’t. I had gotten to watch in frozen wonder as another woman handled my wife’s bare breasts, academically of course, as a doctor performing an examination, but it still excited me. 34G was the result. To this day I think they both knew when I got up to go to the restroom that it wasn’t to take a piss. I often fantasize about the conversation the two of them may have had after I left to relieve myself. It usually results in my jerking off to the image of the fitting session ending in a lesbian encounter in the dressing room between my wife and the helpful lingerie saleslady. Another fantasy, for another time.
With each clank of the chains against her tits Jen’s sly grin widened. She could tell it was having the desired effect on me and my cock now throbbed randomly in the open as I stood motionless, hoping at any moment she would approach me and begin my discipline. Instead, she turned around and gave me a view of the back of the garment, which was laced up the middle with black ribbon. At the bottom it peaked downward, as if a beacon pointing the way to her ample bubble ass. If glancing quickly from behind one would have believed she was wearing no panties, but I knew there was a thong under there. If I was to get inside her during this encounter she was going to make me work for it. I followed her legs to where her thigh high stockings began and traced them with my eyes all the way to the floor where she stood in a pair of red spike heeled shoes. I shuttered when I saw them, knowing full well they would be probably be embedded in my flesh at some point in the evening.
She stood there another few moments, long enough for me to get a good look, then turned and faced me once again. I never even realized that she had picked something up off the night stand, but she now clutched something in her hand. I couldn’t make it out, but it was completely covered in one hand and couldn’t have been the purple dildo, the item I so longed for her to employ. She put whatever she was holding behind her back in one hand and finally took a few steps toward me. She stopped at the corner of the bed and seemed as if she would say something, but didn’t. The uncertainty was killing me, and she knew it.
She was much closer now, close enough to touch, in fact. I thought about reaching out to her, just to get a reaction of some kind, but my hands stayed frozen at my sides. She took a few more steps and was now behind me, with an unknown object in her hand and my naked body at her whim. I began to tense, thinking that surely something was about to happen, but she simply rounded me and stopped again at the opposite corner of the bed. As she moved she kept her body turned so as not to divulge the secret behind her back.
Again she passed behind me to the other side of the bed. And again. And again. Each moment she was behind me, out of sight for only a second, I grew more tense. My ass clenched tightly and my erection bounced each time I lost sight of her. I almost couldn’t take any more and wanted desperately to speak it, but finally she stopped, right in the blind spot and didn’t come out the other side.
“Bend over.”
The command was crisp but not loud, and she only had to give it once. I halfway attempted to comply by bending only slightly at the waist and placing both hands on my knees. As I had hoped, it wasn’t good enough.
“Over the bed!”
With the order came a cold palm on my ass, the crack of which I thought would certainly be heard down the hallway by anyone who may have wandered upstairs. With the contact I determined what she had been hiding in her hand. She must have slipped the ring on, and turned it inward, while I was distracted by her pacing. It had been an anniversary gift, a half carat diamond arraignment in an arc, the center of which rose sharply above the rest, making a perfect tip in the middle. As it bit into my skin I let out a dull grunt and fell immediately onto the bed, my rear now completely vulnerable and waiting.
“You’d better get your act together if you ever want to cum tonight!” she warned.
Another smack came, this time on the other cheek, and then another, and another. Each time she struck me the sting grew more intense, until they all seemed to blend together in a painful hot massage. After several more spankings on both sides of my ass, and another verbal warning demanding my obedience, she stopped the assault. My bottom burned blissfully and I surmised it now matched my mistress’s outfit in color and intensity.
“Hands out.”
I had fallen onto the bed with my hands tucked in, close to my chest, and gripped the sheets as I was being hit. I slid them out to the sides, toward the corners of the bed and spread my fingers apart. If she started beating me again I didn’t want her to see me grabbing at the linens. I wanted her to think it wasn’t working, so she would continue.
When I had assumed the requested position she shoved her knee into my groin from behind, pushing hard until my cock and balls pressed into the mattress and my torso moved further up the bed.
“Don’t fucking move.”
Jennifer rarely used profanity, even in anger, and never in casual speaking, but during sex it had become somewhat common. She knew I liked it when she begged, “Fuck me harder!” or “Stick that big cock in my ass!” It excited me that she had cursed, another sign she was in the moment and enjoying what she was doing to me. Of course, I had absolutely no intentions of going anywhere. Why would I?

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Learning to Suck Cock

Last Friday night, I sucked cock for the first time in a decade. After a few drinks in the hottub, my girlfriend went to bed and I ended up blowing Dave. What got this experience started was when I told Dave how I hadn’t suck cock since I was a freshman in college. Dave asked me to share my story with you guys… this is how I learned to suck cock.