Babysitter Gets Boinked

Dan was thinking about the delectable barely legal babysitter through the entire date with his wife Sonja. Dinner was lagging in conversation, the movie was sold out and he wasn’t looking forward to the obligatory Friday night predictable fuck.

Dan's son Greg was eighteen. A reliable teen but not when it came to taking care of his two much younger siblings. He usually locked himself in his room when the sitter came over. Greg kept fairly to himself, didn't throw tantrums or pull stupid teenage shit. Dan couldn't quite grasp the punk thing his son was into or much 80s music, but he was fine with it.

Sonja wasn’t feeling well, asking him to hurry home because she may throw up. Dan didn’t have the chance to open the garage door, she bolted through the back door and headed for the bedroom. Usually she checked on the kids but tonight she didn’t. He knew if she threw up she'd pass out afterwards, it was a strange coping mechanism.

Dan walked into the living room, thinking about driving the hot little babysitter home. Trying to think of ways he could accidentally touch her.

She wasn’t in the living room. He checked on the little ones, they were deep asleep.

He approached Greg’s door and heard music. It wasn’t his son’s usual gloomy stuff it was R&B, soul. Sensual soul. And there were sensual sounds to go with it. Pressing his ear to the door he distinctly heard his son groan.

No fucking way. Greg’s getting some from Sherry? Carefully, he turned the doorknob, thankful it wasn’t locked. He was home three hours sooner than expected. He opened it a crack and had a view of his son getting head.

Greg was nude, lying on his back, his legs spread wide. Sherry was down to her panties, her ass in the air, her head between Greg's legs. Dan felt his cock grow harder than it had been in years. For the first time he was envious of his son.

“You like this Greg?” she asked as she stroked his dick. He nodded, his eyes barely open, his mouth gritted closed. “Is this really your first time?” He nodded again.

Dan found that surprising. He’s a handsome kid, a little timid but the punker thing probably put girls off. Who knows, who cares? He’s getting a blow job from the babysitter!

“Can I suck your tits more?” She nodded and he sat up. Suckling like a baby while a free hand cupped the other breast, lifting it, squeezing. She moaned with delight and he switched to the other.

Rubbing his head she sighed, “Oh Greg, you’re good at that. Mmmm.”

“ Can I feel  if you’re wet?” She nodded and he slid a hand into her knickers. “Oh. Uh Sherry, I think you’re ready. Can we fuck now?”

“First you need to rub my clit.” She guided his hand. “There. Oh yeah, Greg. Rub it, yesssss.” She was riding his hand, his eyes locked on her rapturous face. “That little spot, yes. Rub it until I come.”

“Okay.” Greg focused on working her clit but the breasts in his face were distracting. His tongue snaked out, flicking a nipple. She gasped, making him smile.

Dan was proud of his son and at the same time he wanted to kick him out of the room and take over. His cock was throbbing, he could feel pre-come sliding down his shaft.

“Greg. I’m coming. Don’t stop rubbing.” Sherry panted as Greg intensified pressure.

Dan watched as Sherry’s hips rocked his son’s hand. Greg was watching her face, trying not to come seeing the ecstasy he gave her. She was moaning, holding his shoulders, riding his fingers. Suddenly she threw her head back, cried out and bucked as she came.

Greg blurted, “You’re super wet.” He pushed her back, she easily fell, weak and loose from her orgasm. “Now we fuck.” As quick as he could he yanked her panties off and threw it to the side. “I’m gonna fuck you Sherry.”

Dan gaped as his son’s cock aimed at her cunt.

Her hands slapped his bare chest. “Be careful..I..I’ve never-“

“I’ll try not to hurt you.” Probing her slit with the head of his cock he asked, “Here?” She nodded and he pressed, “Oh. Oh fuck.” She whimpered as his cock head entered. “You’re all right, you’re all right. Girls do this all the time and don’t die.” Her face was pinched as he shoved in but he was blinded by the grip on his dick. “Oh fuck. It’s so warm. Oh fuck Sherry, I-“

Dan saw his son’s white ass suddenly pumping for all it was worth. Greg was groaning loud. Sherry was working on being brave, pain outshining pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good. It’s so hot. Oh fuck Sherry, I’m coming. I’m coming!” His back arched as shot after shot sprayed into the girl who never gave him a second thought.

But tonight, Greg thought to himself, Tonight I fucked her. I can see her at school and think about her hot pussy. How I tore her open her first time. How she sucked my cock. What her tits look and feel like.

Greg felt like a god. Sherry felt like a slut. Dan felt like taking over.

He opened the door, “Sherry what the hell are you doing to my son?” It took effort to keep a serious face.

“Oh! Mr. Wells, I’m so sorry. I- uh, Greg here was-“ Greg was still smiling over the fact that he filled the sitter. “He and I-“

“You were fucking. I saw. I saw you suck his cock too.” Her eyes were wide, she was spooked and Dan liked it. Greg pulled out and sat beside her, lost in his own little world of afterglow. Dan said, “I’ll make you a deal Sherry. You let me tap your sweet hole and I’ll call us even.”

“What?” she asked and then looked at Greg for help. Greg shrugged.

“Come on Sherry,” Dan said as he undid his trousers. “What’s another cock now that you’ve been broken in?” She eyed his hard on which sprang proudly upwards.

She was still on the bed, sitting up, her long legs straight before her. Dan came over and motioned for her to lie back, she moved slowly.

“Greg, you did all right your first time son. Getting a girl to come first is smart, getting her to come again when fucking is even better.” Dan pried her legs apart and bent over her. “Don’t move,” Dan said to Sherry. “Greg, you want to hit the gspot.” Greg watched his Dad slip a finger into her. “It’s toward the belly about a finger’s length in. It’s easiest to find it after she comes.” Dan smiled at his son. “Here, right now it’s swollen to about the size of a grape. It’s a little bumpy. Slide your finger in son, I’ll show you.”

“Hey, uh-“ Sherry tried to squeeze her legs closed, “-this is-“

“You’re fine Sherry,” Dan said. “You decided to fuck my son so at least let him learn the right way.” She relaxed her legs a little. “Go ahead, slide a finger in.” Greg did, following his Dad’s finger he found it and smiled. Two men in her twat, Sherry was embarrassed. “Now, some like it rubbed like this.” Sherry gasped.  “Some like it poked.” She whimpered. “She’s new, sometimes girls don’t like it at all. They may even feel like they have to piss, nerves are too close to the bladder or something. Hell, if they do piss who cares. Fucking is messy.” Greg chuckled as he watched Sherry’s face while he rubbed her gspot.

“Did I make it bigger?” Greg asked his Dad. He nodded. “Cool.”

“Best to mix it up. But if you get a girl to come that way she’s yours. She’ll never forget it. Watch.” Dan picked up Sherry’s legs and set her feet on his shoulders. “Hold them there girl. Don’t move.” He turned to Greg. “This is a good angle. I’ll show you others. But first I gotta get in. Was she tight?” Greg nodded. “If a girl takes care of herself, exercises her pussy she’ll stay pretty tight.”

 “Mr. Wells?” she asked timidly.

“Yeah?” He glanced at her face, although he’d rather be looking at her fresh looking tits.

“You really going to..”

“Sherry, you’re going to get fucked well. My son did an excellent job for his first time but I want to make sure you get fucked properly.” Unable to resist, he pinched her nipple making her gasp. “Nice tits.” He began to suck it, shocked he was milking the eighteen year old girl he was hoping to steal a grope from. Now he was lying on top of her, her nipple in his mouth and hand, his throbbing cock at the entrance of her fresh young pussy.

Greg said, “It’s okay Sherry. We won’t tell anyone.” That seemed to reassure her some. “Go on Dad.”

Dan pressed his cock against her hole, his son’s leftovers and her wetness made it easy. Her tight little opening did not. Sherry whimpered as her sore pussy was being stretched yet again.

Greg stroked her forehead. “It’s okay baby. He’ll make sure you like it.”

Dan would have been moved by his son’s thoughtfulness but all he could think was- I’m fucking the sitter! My cock is in her tight little cunt!

Greg bent over so they were face to face and said quietly, “I haven’t kissed you.” When his mouth met hers he realized that he had wanted to kiss her as much as he wanted to fuck her. Holding her face in his hands he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Sherry quietly groaned, it was a happy one. Sherry, do you like me?”

 “Yeah,” she looked away. “That’s why I babysat. I think you’re cute.”

He grinned ear to ear. “Me?” She nodded. “You’re so pretty.” He kissed her again. Dan cleared his throat. “Oh.  My Dad’s going to show me how to make you come more. Okay?”

Before she could say anything Dan said, “Okay son, now watch how I do it.” She’s so tight. Feels twice as hot as my wife’s cunt. “Put a pillow under her ass. Good. This angle, watch her face.” Sherry watched Dan’s large cock slide in and out of her. Greg touched her face and held her hand. “She’s all right. They just need to warm up.”

Holding her slim, smooth legs, Dan bent over her, folding her in half. His ass pumping just like his son’s had earlier. Sherry made small moans as Dan grunted.

Greg fondled her breast. “You’re so soft Sherry.”

Dan was trying not to come. This young girl, his son watching like it’s an educational video and his dick getting squeezed was too much.

Sherry was getting close. If her little cunt began to dance on him, he was done. Dan changed positions. Back onto his knees he held her legs wide, spread apart as he leaned back. When he thrusted upwards Sherry’s groans changed. She liked this even better.

“I think she’s almost there,” Greg said to himself.

Dan doubled his effort and hoped he could hold off. He really wanted to fuck her on all fours. Slamming into her, the meaty sound of his thirty-eight year old body smacking her young flesh was so erotic he almost blew his load before she did.

“I think-“ Sherry’s voice cracked. Greg moved to get a closer look of his Dad’s cock piercing his new girlfriend. “I’m coming!”

She wasn’t the only one. Dan growled as his balls pulled, shooting his wad so hard he thought it had to sting. Sherry’s legs hooked themselves over Dan’s shoulders as he finished.

 I’m blowing my cream into a girl! A young girl! Dan was screaming in his head. The sitter! I’ve fucked the sitter! Feeling victorious he smiled as he caught his breath.

Sherry was panting, Greg was mesmerized by the amount of fluid that spilled as his Dad withdrew.

 “Get me a towel son.” Greg dashed from the room. His rigid dick comically smacking his stomach as he went.

“Good job Sherry.” Dan smiled at her. She was uncertain how to respond. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for awhile. Thought of pulling the car over and doing it on the side of the road.” Her eyes were wide. “We’re not done. A couple more tricks before I call it a night.” He bent over her bringing them face to face. “Don’t worry sweetie, you’ll come again. So will I. So will Greg. You’re going to make my boy very happy.” He sat up.

Greg came in smiling, carrying a couple towels. “Thought we might need some extras.”

“Good thinking son.” Dan tucked a towel under Sherry’s ass. “It’s messy. Watch how much she drips.” Dan and Greg watched white slide from Sherry’s very red slash. “Come for girls is clear. Usually watery. Sometimes they squirt. Now, when they get older, they don’t get as wet easily. Then you need lube. It’s not that they aren’t turned on, it’s just what happens to their bodies. But we never stop leaking pre-come.” Dan clapped his hands. “Now that Sherry’s come twice. Should we try a third?”

Greg nodded. “Can I do it and you tell me?”

Dan smiled at his son, “Cock about to burst again?” Greg blushed and nodded. “I bet. I’m ready to go again too.” Only because I’m going to fuck this girl again. Dan sat on the bed with his feet on the floor. “Sherry, this time you do the work. Come spread your legs over my lap. Good, now Greg, you can see her sweet little ass from there. While she rides me you can rub her tits or kiss her or whatever. Slide my cock back inside you Sherry. Good. Oh yeah, good. Now you can-“ Sherry figured it out and began moving up and down. Dan hugged her breasts to his face. “Yeah. Like that.” His mouth grazed over nipples and the fleshy part of her breasts. “Keep rubbing your tits on my face.” Sherry wrapped her arms around his neck while his hands slid to her buttocks. He pulled them apart knowing his son was getting a new view.

Sherry gasped. Greg asked, “You like that?”

“Yeah.”

Dan’s finger was headed toward her untouched muscle when Greg said, “No Dad. That’s mine.” Dan smiled and went back to holding her cheeks open.

Greg whispered in her ear while he rubbed her little anus. Telling her how pretty she was, how he liked her hair.

He curled his fingers into her hair and gently pulled her head backward. His tone changed, “You wanted me to see you naked. You wanted me to touch your tits. Lick them. Make you wet. You wanted to suck my dick and make it harder than it already was. Then you teased me. Said we couldn’t fuck. You made me beg Sherry but you wanted to fuck me just as bad. Didn’t you?” She whimpered and nodded. “And now you’re fucking my Dad. I’m going to fuck you again.”

Dan had enough of this position. Lifting her from his lap he noticed Greg’s finger didn’t want to leave. “On hands and knees,” Dan said.

“Doggy style.” Greg said and took out his finger. “What am I-“

“She can suck your cock while I fuck her.” Greg bounced to the bed, eagerly walking on his knees toward her face. “Don’t shove it down her throat unless you want her to puke. Gagging is all right but puking can ruin her mood.” Greg nodded and stroked her face as he guided his hard on to her mouth. He sighed as it slipped in. “Okay Sherry,” Dan said lining his rock hard cock up with her slit, “welcome to getting fucked like a bitch.” Dan began pumping slowly, letting Sherry get her balance so she didn’t get teeth in his son’s rod. “Mmm Sherry. You’re so tight. Suck my boy well. Treat him like the prince he is.” Greg nodded, his eyes closed as he stroked her hair.

“Will you swallow?” Greg asked. She shrugged. “You should. You should try.” Eyes closed he enjoyed her mouth nursing his flesh.

“Son, if you want, hold her head and use it like a steering wheel. Make her go deeper, or shallower, fast or slow.” Dan watched as his son curled his fingers into her hair and set a slower pace. “Yeah, like that.”

“Ooooh,” Greg groaned. “Good Sherry. Do that again- that-“ Greg shuddered. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Baby I’m coming, drink it. Swallow.” He thrusted in her mouth, his spunk hitting the back of her throat. Sherry coughed and pulled away so his last few shots got her forehead and cheek. “You okay?” he asked wheezily as he rubbed her back.

“She’s fine.” Dan groaned. “Lie down son, rest. Sherry, drop your head and lick his nuts.” The angle made Dan’s balls tighten. It also made Sherry groan. “Watch son, she’s going to come.” Dan held off, pummeling her until she screamed, her body quaking with an intense orgasm. The little pussy began contracting, Dan moaned, “My turn to blow.” I can’t believe I’m going to fill her cunt again! Dan grunted as he slammed into her a few more times. “Fuck,” he growled as his balls shoved cream deep inside.

Dan collapsed onto her back, reaching beneath her to stroke her tits. “Thanks Sherry. That was a good one.” Dan flopped onto his back. Covered in sweat, his pants still around his ankles. He slipped off his shoes.

“Sherry,” Greg said, “now lick my Dad’s balls.” She hesitated. “Go on. He’s earned it.” Sherry moved to kneel between Dan’s legs. “I want to try what he did.” Greg moved between her legs and slid in easily. “Now it’s mushy in there.” She started to sit up but he patted her butt cheek. “It’s good, it’s good. Just different.”

Dan was in heaven. He’d fucked the girl good and was rewarded with a tongue bath. He couldn’t believe his cock was growing yet again. He smiled when he thought of where he wanted to put it. Taking her by the hair in one hand, he lifted his cock with the other. “Suck me. I know it’s messy but so is sex. Suck it.” Sherry obeyed and started with gentle licks.

She felt Greg’s finger, wet with come begin to rub her asshole. “You like that?” he asked. She nodded as she sucked his Dad’s cock. She gasped when his finger pushed past the tight ring and slowly slid in. He pumped his finger. “It’s hotter than... I think it’s hotter. I’m going to put in another one.” Sherry groaned as the finger pulled out. “If one felt good this..” Two fingers slipped inside. “So tight.” He humped her pussy and asshole making her moan around the swollen rod in her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” Dan groaned, “make noise. It’s good during sex. Especially blow jobs.” Sherry made noise, not to please Dan but because Greg inspired her to do so.

“I’m going to put my cock in your ass.” She froze. “My fingers didn’t hurt. It won’t.” His fingers pulled out.

Sherry let go of Dan to balk but Dan was instantly on his knees, pushing his cock into her mouth. Her protests were muffled by his dick.

“Greg won’t hurt you Sherry. Let him break you in proper. He’s had all of you so far, don’t stop now. Focus on sucking me.” With his hand on her head he carefully thrust in her mouth. “Yeah, think about this. Mmmm.”

Greg ran his fingers up her leg, scooping up fluid and wiping it on his stiff flesh. “I’ve had all your virginity once I do this,” he said. “Okay,” he spit on her hole, “I’ll be careful.” He wasn’t too careful. Once the head of his dick popped in he couldn’t help but shove it in all the way. Greg groaned with pleasure. Sherry cried out with surprise and a hint of pain.

Dan pushed firmly into her mouth, gagging her. That distracted her for a moment. Once Greg took a breath, he began wildly fucking her. Fingers digging into her hips, rabid with sensation. The energy in the room changed into something animal.

“Fuck her ass son,” Dan hissed, blood thudding even harder in the veins of his shaft. “Fuck her good.”

Greg was deaf. Sherry grunted every time he fully connected. Greg started chanting, “I’m fucking your ass. I’m fucking your ass Sherry. I fucked your mouth, your pussy and now your ass. I fucked all of you.”

Dan marveled at the raw fervor of his son, and was envious. His cock was incredibly rigid with the show he was getting. He wanted the same piece his boy was pegging. He slowed Sherry’s sucking, making long and slow strokes. He wanted to blow his wad in her butt not her mouth.

Greg’s face pinched and he growled, “I’m coming in your ass! Your virgin ass!”

Dan was worried that Greg’s holler might wake his mother. But Dan didn’t care, he was feeling like an alpha male caveman. He’d knock her to the floor and fuck her ass if she interrupted.

Greg gurgled gibberish as he filled her dark pipes. Panting, he fell off of her and onto his side.

Dan pulled his cock from her mouth and moved behind her. Sherry was dizzy with sex, not sure what was happening. Dan’s cock pushed into her asshole which was somewhat stretched out. He felt the tight walls close in around his cock. He stood her on her knees with her back against his chest. Rubbing her clit with one hand, he rubbed her tit with the other as he gently fucked her ass.

Greg watched with interest even though he was wilted. “I want to try something,” he said. “Move your hand Dad.” Greg pushed his Dad’s hand away from her clit and moved his face close.  He picked up a towel and wiped the mess of fluids off her clit. “I’m going to lick your pussy. You licked my cock, I owe you.” That said, he buried his face into her cunt and flicked her clit.

Sherry was unraveling. Her nerves vividly alive, overloaded with sensations. She could hardly breathe. Greg’s tongue was on target, flicking her just right. When he slid a finger into her pussy she whimpered.

“Yes Greg, yes,” she panted. She held his jaw, supporting his head while he licked her. “You’re so good at that.” She could feel him smiling on her palm.

Dan was pinching her pink nipples, making her writhe even more. “You think you’ll come again?” He whispered in her ear as he fucked harder.

“Don’t know.”

“I will,” Dan chuckled. “Fucking your sweet little butt. I’m going to come hard.” Dan felt her body start to tighten. “You are going to come, you sweet little thing. My boy licking you right?” She nodded. Dan was nearing the edge. “Son, I’m going to start fucking her hard, use your hand on her clit.” Greg sat up, Dan set Sherry onto all fours and waited for Greg to find her clit again. He found it and began rubbing her tit with his other hand. “Good job son. Drive girls crazy. If they find out how good you are you’ll be very busy.”

Greg grinned and rested the side of his face on her shoulder. He whispered to Sherry, “I just want you Sherry. I’ll make you come anytime you want. Okay?” She pecked a kiss on his forehead, they smiled.

How sweet, now I’m going to fuck the sweet right out of her. Dan thrust hard making her back arch. Oh yeah, you’re going to walk funny all day tomorrow. He thrust again and again while Greg worked his hands, making her cry out his name. Greg liked it and kissed her neck.

“Hope she’s close son, I’m about to cream her asshole.” Greg sat up, letting go of her nipple but still working her clit. He saw his Dad spread her cheeks with his massive hands and watched his froth covered cock slide in and out of her hole which seemed to try to pinch him. Greg watched as he fucked her harder and faster.

Sherry groaned, it was Dan’s cue. He was stunned he felt he could come again, he wasn't exactly young but he knew there were a few drops left. “Rub harder son. Faster too.”  Sherry broke out short, loud moans. “She’s coming. My turn.” Dan was screaming in his head, I’m fucking the babysitter’s ass! Fucking my son’s girlfriend! My wife’s asleep while I’m buttfucking the sitter! I’m filling her tubes with come! Her tight little ass has been broken in!

Dan roared as he came for the third time that night. Gasping for air, he kneeled in place, using his hands to pump her hips. Making sure his balls really were empty for the night, maybe empty for a week. Finally, he pulled away and settled on the floor, letting the love birds kiss, cuddle and coo.

Dan sighed and asked Greg for the phone. Greg reached to his desk and tossed him the cordless.

Dan dialed and waited. “Good evening, this is Mr. Wells. Sorry to call so late Mrs. Cage, but Sherry’s deep asleep in our guest room and I don’t have the heart to wake her.” Greg hung his head over the edge of the bed, grinning widely at his Dad. “We’ll bring her home in the morning. After breakfast. All right. Good evening to you. Goodbye.” He clicked his phone shut and smiled at his son. “Well, kiddo. Make sure you lock your door. I’ll go unmake the bed in the guestroom so your Mom thinks Sherry slept in there.”

“Thanks Dad,” Greg’s eyes were bright with admiration. “You’re so cool.”

“I’m just glad to have gotten a fuck like that. Never thought it’d happen. So thank you son, Sherry. And congrats on your new girlfriend.” Dan stood, tucking himself back in his pants. “I’m going to shower and go to bed. I’ll give your Mom a sleeping pill. She’ll sleep past noon that way. And I’ll send the little ones to the neighbor in the morning. You can have the morning together.” Dan smiled, “Oh, you two should take a shower together. You’ll love it.” He kissed each one of them on the forehead and went to his room.

And maybe, I’ll join you in the morning to teach you a couple more lessons.

Natural Forces

This was written by a reader who had a fantasy about me.
I am beyond flattered- and very hot and bothered. 
As you read, I hope you become as aroused as I did.

Gary couldn't believe what he was doing right now. His mind went in all directions, but his body had a very specific goal in mind. He looked in the rear view mirror and saw his own eyes, they had all the shades - teal, grey and a clear blue - he knew what that meant. He could feel his mind turning blank now, he had purpose.

He got out of his car, took off his jacket and closed the door. WHAM! The sound of the door shutting behind him with that much force made him stop in his steps: "I can't just- oh Hell, she has to know, she has to witness."

The sky was growling, black and grey clouds were blanketing the lights out. It wasn't raining but you could tell a storm was coming, the feeling of humidity and residual electrical energy was mesmerizing. Oh yes a storm was coming, and she would be in the eye. He walked the last remaining footsteps to the door.

Knock Knock. His heart was beating fast, blood was rushing to every part of his body. Knock Knock. He heard footsteps. Oh yes lady - you'll be in front row for this. Then the knob turned and the door opened a little.

Peeking through the small opening of the door, she saw him. It was him. She recognized him but didn't believe. She was happy to see him, she had much to say. She opened the door fully: "Gary what-"

Then she understood. Standing in his clean beige pants, untucked black shirt with the top buttons undone, his face spoke of that to come. He didn't look angry, or troubled. There was only intensity in his eyes. He looked at her for a couple of seconds, visualising what he wanted, what he needed to do.

Wearing a large white t-shirt that was too big for her, you could see her shoulder but no bra strap. He looked down, a pair of dark jeans that showed her pretty body well.

Then the spark came. Thunder stroke. He shoved himself inside the house and closed the door shut behind him. He grabbed her by the waist with his right arm, pulling her close to him with force. He kissed her mouth forcefully, shoving his tongue deep. Aaahh, a first taste. Her eyes were opened wide, surprised at what was happening. He pulled out his tongue and left her mouth to look into her startled eyes.

He grabbed the back of her neck with his left hand and bent her head sideways a little, exposing her neck. Still looking into her eyes he opened his mouth then dug his teeth in her neck. Biting hard, making her scream. Hmm, second taste. At the moment he didn't care about bruising her, couldn't care. His hand and mouth let go of her neck. Still looking into her eyes he bent down a bit and reached behind her knees with his left hand, picking her up. She was now several feet off the ground.

For the first time, he said something: "Bedroom?" She could only point in the direction of the bedroom, her voice was muted, like a hiker on a tall mountain afraid of the avalanche.

He carried her to the bedroom with sound steps. The room was only lit by the flashes of lightning coming from the window atop the bed. There was a chair beside a small desk. He pulled the chair with his foot and sat her down. He got closer and straddled the chair and her. The front of his pants were right in front her, she could see the bulge in his pants, trying to break free.

He began undoing his pants: "Tonight you find out what happens when you tempt me." She kept silent, brain frozen with a mix of anticipation and fear, like a deer in headlights. All they could hear was the clicking metal of his belt buckle and the electrical discharges outside. Then he took out his swollen member, she immediately put her hand on it, feeling the pulsing rhythm of blood rushing through it. It was hot and smooth, The tip was a little wet with precum.

"Oh my,” she thought, “it looks like it's about to explode."

She then took it into her mouth, making him groan. "Fuuuuuck," was all he could say, it felt so great having her mouth on his cock, wet with saliva. She started her back and forth motion with her head. He lifted his head and eyes upward for a moment, enjoying the sensation, then came back down to enjoy the view. With his hands he tossed aside her hair so he could see his cock disappearing into her face.

 She put her hands on his ass and grabbed his cheeks. He knew this wasn’t going to last, he felt his balls tighten under his shaft. So he put his hands on both side of her head, stopping her motion, and he slowly slid her hair to the back of her head. He held it there with his right hand, and put his other hand under her chin, lifting her head a little: "Wow, you're even hotter with my cock in your mouth."

Then he started to thrust into her mouth, fast, hard. She had difficulty having the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, it wasn’t very comfortable. He thought, "I know this isn’t very fun for you, but it is for me. Relax, it won’t be long." Then he felt it, his own discharge, his head was spinning like a tornado. He let go of her head and slowly pulled out as he came. The first few shots were in her mouth, then the others hit her lip and cheek as it exited her mouth. Both of them panting, searching for precious air. Gary sat back on the desk, with cum still spewing slowly out of his cock.

He felt the pressure lessening, his head slowly coming to a halt. He could see more clearly, getting calm. He looked at her, she was having difficulty recovering from the attack on her mouth and throat. Breaths were taken, fast at first, then more slowly. It started to rain outside, millions of water drops hitting the roof, bringing some noise to the quiet room.

Gary was relaxed, but he didn’t have enough yet., he knew what to do next. He put his hand under her arm and lifted her to her feet. She was now breathing normally. He took off his shirt, slowly, focused. She opened her mouth to say something, but he interrupted her: "No. No words, let our bodies speak their favorite tongue instead." That said he lifted her t-shirt over her head, exposing her upper body. He came closer to her face and licked the cum off her cheek. He kept it on his tongue and kissed her on the lips where she still had some cum. He swirled his tongue inside her mouth. A real passionate kiss.

He scooted a bit down, put his hands on her ass and pulled her to him. He lowered his face to the same level as her breasts. He took out his tongue and flicked a nipple, toying with it a little, before putting his lips firmly on it. He sucked it slowly but firmly, getting the nipple in his mouth. His tongue played with it, while sucking it. She gasped. He stopped sucking, making a smack. As he strafed his head to the other breast, he blew cold air on the nipple he just sucked, to see it stiffen. He  lavishly licked the other breast with his entire tongue, concentrating on the nipple at first, but then going in circles around it on her breast.

His arms were now on her back, caressing her as he sucked and licked her breasts. They came to her sides and slowly slid down to her hips. He descended with them until he was kneeling, face against zipper. He undid the button of her jeans, and slid his hands down to the floor, taking jeans and panties with them.

"Oh,” he thought, “that looks delicious." He put a hand behind her left knee, and lifted her leg up, to set her foot on the chair beside them, giving him better access to what he craved. His face approached the wet labia before him. God she smells awesome. His dick was rising again.

He let instinct lead him - he set his lips on her little bump right way, kissing it, sucking it, flicking it with his tongue. His hands joined in when he put his thumbs on both her lips and spread them apart, revealing where the juices were coming from. He started to work his tongue down her slit, circling and poking, sometimes stopping to suck one of the small lips. Yumm. Then he put his tongue into her wet hole. Right away she moaned and he felt muscles in her hips tighten. He slowly tongue fucked her wonderful hole, tasting her as he went.

His hands retreated from there and pressed his complete mouth on her slit, his tongue going wild on her hole, inner lips and clit. His hands went up her body to reach her breasts, pinch a nipple, flick the other. He put his left arm down again to slide a finger in her. He moved his finger back and forth easily as he sucked her little bump crazy. She had trouble standing up now, he could feel she was close. He continued until he felt it - a nice rush of sensations hit her whole body, her legs shaking, muscles giving up. She let out a long moan of pleasure, sending shivers of pleasure throughout Gary's body.

He picked her up again, so she wouldn’t fall. He walked to the bed and laid her down on it. His rod fully erect with intensity. The winds started blowing outside like crazy, they seems to be in rhythm with her chest going up and down as she breathed. He looked down at her, analyzing every part of her body, her breaths, her skin, her muscles.

Instinct was still driving him, he didn’t forget the images in his mind, what drove him here, what caused all this. He knew what he needed to do and now was the time. His eyes became crystal clear.

He put his hands around her waist and pulled her to the left edge of the bed. He turned her so she was facing down, and away from him, he lifted her waist so her ass was in the air. She didn’t have the strength to stand on her hands. He let go and stepped back a bit, looking at her beautiful ass, stroking his shaft.

At that point he still had his pants around his knees so he took them off all the way. He approached her back side and put both hands on her ass cheeks. He gripped them hard, pulling it towards him. He looked down to see the tip of his cock graze her lips, he pushed.

"Ooh – fuck," was all she could say before her breath was taken away as he slid himself slowly inside. He kept pushing slowly, until his pelvis met her cheeks. He pulled out a bit and came back in - fast. He grunted as he heard the sound, that sound, skin sound. That drove him wild, he started to move back and forth faster, slamming into her cheeks each time. She gripped the sheets of the bed with her hands as he pounded all his length into her.

"Oh my god you're amazing," Gary said. His mind was gone, his body was in the moment, his cock was hard. As he was slamming into her he let go of one of her ass cheeks. SLAP! She moaned. He could see a small pink mark of his hand on her ass, he had hit her hard without knowing it. The fact that she didn’t protest gave him the clear. SLAP! SLAP! He timed his slaps with the pounding of his cock into her hole. Her cheek starting to get red, he switched to the other. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! She was starting to bump back into him as he met her. She was moaning everytime he slapped her.

This is an amazing fuck, Gary thought, he hadn't had this in a long time.

He couldn't hold long going like this, then he heard her: "Oh Gary I-" He felt her hole tighten, he knew she was about to come, him too. He gripped both her cheeks again, and started slamming into her even faster. The house was trembling, he didn’t know if it was them fucking or the winds outside. Then, just as the thunder crashed outdoors, he pumped as far as he could go and they came. Gary groaned deeply, spurting all his milk inside her as she came shaking.

He let go of her cheeks and fell on the bed. She didn’t have the strength to move, her ass still in the air, white liquid drooling from her. They lay still for a moment, breathing precious air.

It stopped raining outside, the wind blew weaker. You could no longer hear the thunder.  Then she turned around, faced him, and said: "You should've told me you were coming over, I would've prepared something." She got up and left the room.

Gary was too far gone to say something. His head was spinning, still dumbfounded by how much pleasure he just had. She returned with a tall glass of cold water. "Oh Lady I-"

She interrupted him: "Drink, it'll refresh you." He sat up and drank the water, almost all of it.

"Thanks, I needed that," Gary said.

She looked at his cock, getting limp: "Hmm, too bad, I would've loved to get another fuck out of it."

He then turned to her: "Oh don’t worry, it’s not dead, it just needs some love." She smiled as she kneeled down in front him, taking his meat in her hand. She started to stroke it, slowly. Then she kissed the tip, once, twice, then she stuck out her tongue and started circling around the head.

She felt blood pumping into his cock again: "You weren't lying!"

"Yeah, now it’s my time to take care of you," Gary said as he lifted her up and guided her to the bed again. He laid her on her back, under him. Her kissed her passionately on the lips, caressing her hair. He slowly went down to her neck and licked the bruises he left earlier. She shivered at his touch. His hands slid down to her thighs and caressed her, softly. Stopping to take a look at her whole body, his cock became hard again.

She looked into his eyes, bent her legs under him, bringing her feet up, pressing them up on his chest. Then, smiling, she said: "You know what to do now, stranger." He positioned his cock against her hole again and pushed, slowly. She was moaning with delight : "Yeah, just like that." He started to pump in and out slowly at first, not to rush her, after a fast pounding like earlier. The feeling was tight, having her legs up like that. It was a great feeling. She closed her eyes: "Oh yeah faster now."

Much obliged. Gary started pumping faster, increasing his rhythm, making those skin noises again. She opened her eyes and they both looked into each other's eyes passionately, only hearing the noises their sexual parts made. He felt a tight grip around his cock, he thought it was just the position they were in, but then he saw it in her eyes, she was coming!

She closed her eyes and moaned : "Oh yes Gary! YES!" He kept on pumping her hole with all he had. She was such a pretty sight, having her under him like that, being victim to the pleasures they were having. He felt the tightness loosen up a little, she was smiling. Such a pretty smile.

He kept pumping like that, looking into her eyes, when he felt himself close: "OH Lady- you're making me-" Without realizing it, she was already on her way to her second orgasm. When he felt it tighten up again, it was too much. He groaned with delight as he came in her, with all he had left.

She was shaking, goosebumps all over her skin. Her legs slowly retreated, and he fell down beside her, shoulder on shoulder. She passed her hand over his hair, he turned to her and said : "So....what's your name?"

Threat 9

The bath was soothing. Again he induldged her by letting her administer first aid to the scratch marks on his back. Once clean of candy residue and dry, he took her to bed. Lucas insisted on giving her a gentle massage. He let her doze as he caressed her, working carefully over her bruises to encourage the body to clean up the wounds.

She’s completely out. Dead asleep.

He smiled at her. Her mouth was slightly open, relaxed and obviously very comfortable with him. It was not something he normally liked but she was polite, considerate and not one to take things for granted.

Nearly Victorian proper in manners. Serving the male without- well, she questions me because she perceives what I do as wrong. But not so much anymore. She trusts me. Let’s see how much.

It was easy to do what he wanted because she was already lying on her back. The massage came to a halt and four long leather straps and four cuffs with rings were set on the bed. He attached the straps to the bed first and then dressed her ankles and wrists with cuffs. She stirred when he spread her limbs but she was exhausted and didn’t wake. The emotion, the wine which she was unaccustomed to, intense sex and followed with a hot bath and massage- she was a puddle of flesh.

Straddling her, he kissed the edges of her collarbone. He backed up, knelt between her knees and kissed down her stomach, over the mound and to her clean slit. Snaking out his tongue, he licked the lips and she wiggled, a sigh coming out of her. He laid down between her legs. His tongue circled her clit a few times and then flicked it repeatedly.

“Mmmmuuh.” Her head turned and he stopped. She settled back down and Lucas chuckled to himself. The tongue pierced her pussy- a wet, small, rapid fuck.

“Uhh,” she murmured, he pulled away just so he wasn’t touching her. Her hand started to lift but was jerked to a halt by the restraint. Lucas held completely still. She grunted and started to yawn- but when she instinctively went to cover her mouth and couldn’t she was instantly wide awake. “Oh no,” she gasped and closed her eyes.

Calm Stella. Be calm.

She took a deep breath and shakily let it out slow. “Calm Stella.” Lucas almost laughed when she said his thoughts aloud. “Oh no.” She yanked on her arms. “I don’t get this. I don’t..oh no. Breathe.” She did some breathing exercises and then told herself, “If he says I’m safe, I’m safe.”

A swell of pride filled his chest, that small statement confessing her trust.

There were a few more deep, well controlled breaths and then she lightly pulled her wrists. Then she yanked hard and grunted. “I hate this. Why does he do this?” She answered. “Because I ran away.” She tsked herself. “NO, it’s to teach me patience. Or maybe he’s miffed I fell asleep. The lesson to be learned is don’t fall asleep. Great.” Several yanks on the cuffs vented some energy. “Darn it.”

Lucas wasn’t a man who giggled, but the tickles in his throat were proving to be a tough match.

She sighed with resignation and then called, “Lucas?” She shook her head. “Officer Lucas?” She waited as the man between her thighs did his best not to shake the bed. “OFFICER LUCAS!?” Nothing. “Oh!” she cried in frustration, kicking and pulling on restraints. “Darn it!” She fell flat and was still for a couple minutes. “No,” she gasped, “not now. Not..” Twisting her body, she was trying to roll on her side. “Darn bruises are so itchy!”

That hit him hard. Lucas sat up and she squealed with fright.

“Where?” he asked, his brows pinched. “Where does it itch?”

“My left breast.” His hand reached, “Oh, I meant right.” He lightly scratched. “More towards the center. Oh. Lower, lower,- oh! Yes!” He scratched a little harder and watched her eyes close. “Thank you. Oh.” Her hand still tried to join his.

“Another?”

“Yes. If you undo my-“

“No. Tell me.” The next couple minutes were spent taking care of itches as he watched her face contort with discomfort and relief.

“I’m good. I’m good.” She said lazily, her eyes not opening. “Much better.” Suddenly she jerked awake, trying to sit up. She frantically rubbed her face on her upper arm.

“Another itch?” he moved closer to her head.

“No,” she said. “I’m fine.” Blinking repeatedly, she shook her head sharply.

“What’s the matter Mrs. Vicks?”

“Need to stay awake. I was rude and drifted off.”

“You think you’re being punished for falling asleep?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re not. I wanted to tie you up so I tied you up. It’s not punishment.”

She looked down, away from the gray eyes looking at her. “Feels like it.”

“What I’m going to do to you will not feel like punishment.” That got her eyes back to his. “And I am not upset you fell asleep. It was expected.”

“Oh,” she said beginning to blush.

Lucas bent down and kissed her jaw and cheek, then dragged his lips back and forth. “I liked it. That you felt safe falling asleep with me.” She nodded. “You had some great sex, ate dinner, drank wine, took a bath and had a massage. Of course you were ready for sleep. Your body had done what it wants most. To eat and fuck and be touched.” She gasped. “And it went to sleep because what else is there? You had it all. Didn’t you Mrs. Vicks?”

“I-“ she cut herself off and nodded instead.

Lucas lifted his head to hover over her, “What were you going to say?” She looked away from his gaze but he said, “Eyes on mine Mrs. Vicks. Now finish your thought.”

Her eyes flickered, tempted to look away but she held on. “Um. But we also want..other things.”

“Like what?”

She couldn’t help it, she stared at his chin instead of his face. “Love.”

Love. Of course she would say that.

“There are many forms of love Mrs. Vicks.” She nodded and nervously looked him in the eye. “I loved your body. Didn’t I?” She shrugged, startling him. “What does that mean? Explain.”

“Is that what you think love is? Because..because I felt like I was-“

“I do love your body Mrs. Vicks,” Lucas protested, his jovial mood was gone. “I love to see your face while I love your body.”

Timid, she still said, “But don’t you feel that you do it for yourself and not for me? Wait, let me explain. I mean that you are doing this for your pleasure, not mine. That you come first. That’s not love that’s..it’s, uh..” she closed her eyes to think of the word.

“Narcissistic?” he offered clinically.

“Self serving.”

“Self serving?” he glared.

I know I’m selfish Mrs. Vicks but I repeatedly have been more gracious with you than any other woman.

Seeing the storm brewing, she did her best to dispel the gray thundercloud. “Lucas, I was just saying that you don’t love me. You like to use me-“ He ripped open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a length of black fabric. “Lucas,” she said calmly like one would to a hysterical child. “I did not mean to upset you. I-“

Whipfast, he had the fabric through her mouth and around her head. “No talking.” He tied it tight and dropped her head back to the bed. “Used you. Tonight I wined and dined you lady. I fucked you, kissed you and bathed you and caressed you. Held you.” Her eyes were wide with fright as his face hung inches over hers. “But I will prove that I didn’t use you Mrs. Vicks.” The smile on his lips was evil and made her eyes well up with tears. Lucas ignored them. “Once I’m done you’ll know what it’s like to be used.” He hissed, “Be thankful I don’t call my friends and invite them to use you however they wish.” He bit her lower lip, pulled and let it go. “Prepare to be used.” She screamed as he shoved three fingers into her pussy, quickly fucking her with them.

“No!” she said audibly through the gag. “Uu-kas!”

“Shut up or I’ll put a hood over your head.” He pulled out his fingers and got between her legs. He slid his semi rigid cock in and began a fuck. The goal was to come quick. He pulled on her nipples with a free hand, twisting them and then letting them snap back. She gritted through, sometimes whimpering. Eyes squeezed shut, she had her head turned away, far from him as possible. He jabbed harshly, knowing it didn’t feel good to her. “Gonna come. Hm. Now where should I go? Oh. Yes. I will use her face.” He pulled out and yanked his cock as he kneeled beside her head. “Face me Mrs. Vicks.” She refused to turn her head. Lucas straddled her chest and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to face him. A grunt was the firing gun to start the come race. The first strand went over her closed eye and onto her forehead. The right below, on her cheek. He turned her head and go the other side, covering her other cheek.

Leaning over her, he wiped the tip of his cock on her lips. “I have only started Mrs. Vicks. This is a lesson you need to learn. Not a punishment, but a lesson.” He realized he was sitting his much of his weight on her chest making it difficult to breathe, he quickly got up and looked.

Damn bruises trying to make me feel guilty. No. Not anymore.

He went into the bathroom and cleaned up. Wearing a dark gray silk robe, he strode back into the bedroom and opened a drawer. Smirking, he held up the apparatus for her to see. “I will be kind and lube it up for you.” A bottle was opened, poured and applied. He crawled onto the bed and saw her tighten her muscles, trying to close up shop. “Keep trying Mrs. Vicks. I will use you.”

The three prong vibrator was large. The main piece was thick and nine inches long, an inch longer than him. It easily slid in despite her attempts to close the gate. He worked the narrow prong into her asshole, it took some time, but he waited for the inner ring to loosen and in it went. The last piece had a small loop on the end which he hooked around the swollen clit. Remarkably, there were three motors with different speeds. The one up her ass was set to a hard but slow shake, the one in her pussy was set so the spiralling beads inside the dildo moved at medium speed, but the one on her clit was set on high.

“I’m going to go have dessert,” he said as he left. The toy was vibrating the fight out of her. The first orgasm came quick. Lucas heard her scream as he cut a piece of the cheesecake he had made. While he ate he listened. Another orgasm, another scream. There were four and then the screams became muffled pleas for him to take it off. At first it was polite, but became desperate as the toy continued to play. After forty minutes he heard nothing. That made it worse for him. Hearing nothing. It made him mad.

He stealthily went down the hall to listen outside the door. The toy was loud but he could clearly hear her crying.

NO!

He nearly leapt through the door to peel it off but stopped.

She needs to be used. To learn the difference. That I did love her body, not used it.

Walking in as casual as he could, he avoided her face and sat by her hip. Facing her lower body, he slowly turned off each motor and then pulled it out and off. There were no sighs behind him. Nor a thank you. She was crying softer now, face smeared with his come, pressed against her upper arm.

Time to fuck again.

His cock wasn’t in the mood. Not seeing her like this. Bruised, tied up, crying and disgraced with seed all over her face.

DAMMIT!

He stormed out of the room, she had never spared him a glance. Looking at him one would never know he was furious. The silk billowed behind him as he sped toward the hutch. Digging out his next tool, he pulled down the chandelier and hung the sex basket. Handcuffs in his pocket, they bumped his thigh as he walked to the bedroom.

Without saying anything he undid her ankles and realized she wasn’t crying anymore. As he unfastened her wrists, he immediately snapped on cuffs. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her lashes dewy with tears, her head and lids lowered. He pulled her to her feet and led her down the hall. When the chandelier came into view she gasped and froze but he jerked her toward it. She didn’t resist which surprised him. A number of straps were fastened near joints and bends of her body. She had her eyes closed and focused on breathing but she couldn’t stop trembling.

FUCK! Should I tell her I’m not going to hurt her? Just make her uncomfortable? Those damn bruises are fucking with me!

When he hoisted the basket up she squeaked, startled to be on spread eagle in the air. She began panting, fearful of what was next. Lucas went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of ice water. He slid the armchair underneath her and sat. The view directly in front of him was her very moist slit. His head between her legs, her shins were resting on the back of the chair. Plucking an ice cube from the glass, he made her jump when he slid it over those folds. He spread her wide and rubbed along everything, making her inhale and squirm.

So swollen. That vibrator did its job.

He took his task seriously, making sure she was never comfortable, that his moves were unpredictable. The ice cube disappeared into a puddle and he worked another. Once that had been depleted, he stood and left her hanging while he sat on the couch reading a magazine with his back to her. The straps were made for long term use- but when you’re just hanging there and not being played with you notice the cramps and pinches sooner. He saw her reflection in the window, her head was low, body slumped.

Once he finished the article he walked over and fondled her nipples purely for his enjoyment. He rubbed his face against one and sucked it. Then moved to the other and nursed on it for awhile, trying to judge her reactions. She was limp, listless. Somewhere else, lost in her head.

He lowered her and when her knees touched the floor, she fell bonelessly to her side. Disregarding her, focusing on her as if she was solely an object, he left her there and returned to the hutch. A handful of leather belts were set on the floor beside her. Unbound from one get-up she was wrapped in another. The black straps held her arms behind her back, wrapped round her ribs and upper arms, bound her thighs, knees and ankles together. A human goth caterpillar. He lifted her by the back and thigh strap, awkwardly bending her backwards. He was tempted to drop her on the floor, but he carefully set her down by the couch. Lying on the side of her face, her eyes were open but not focused on anything.

Ah. Did you snap? Did you finally realize that you’re safe and secure- but bound? And mine?

Returning to the hutch yet again, he had a bottle of lubricant which he doused generously between the cheeks of her ass. It was cold on her skin but she didn’t notice.  The robe was discarded and he straddled her thighs. Leaning forward, he rested his erection in the ditch of flesh. Arms fully extended to hold him above her, he watched her face as he used her as a slip and slide. When he glanced at his cock he couldn’t help but stare at her bruises.

Careful. Just using her, not punishment. No physical harm.

“Mmm. Where is my giftziege?” he teased unpleasantly. He lowered his head and lightly bit her jaw, she closed her eyes. “Where is my hell cat?” He bit again and she turned her face into the furry rug. “No fight?” The voice was so dark it felt like it had weight, “Good kitty. Sweet pussy. You know what you are now. You know you are mine. To use as I see fit. To use as I feel.  On whims. With intent. Whatever I want. Do not let my manners and career blind you to the truth my little giftziege. I am cold and hard. I have needs and you will fulfill them, my giftziege.”

He tore his head away and feverishly fucked those cheeks. Moving to his knees he pushed her buttocks together and watched her face as his cock burned a path on her sensitive skin.

“You are my slave. Obedient.” He groaned but held back his orgasm. “Eager. You will fear me but most of all Mrs. Vicks,” he grunted and held back, “you will crave me.” The first stream of male liquid heat hit her lower spine. He pulled away and wanked himself, spraying as much of her as he could. Cheeks, hip, thigh and lastly he pried her buttocks apart with a single hand and got a dollop on her tight little bud.

 A sigh of arrogance and satisfaction, he wiped his dick on her clean hip and then put his robe back on. He plopped onto the couch and picked up his magazine. Adjusting his legs, he set one foot on her shoulder blade and slid the other under her neck.

He began to read and she turned her head away. Trying to gauge her emotions was difficult with a gag distorting her face.

I wonder if she’ll curse at me if I take it off? I want her to do something else anyway.

Bending down, his agile fingers released her of the silk. Her lips were dry, as was her mouth. As subtle as possible she clicked her tongue trying to jumpstart her saliva glands.

She’s probably dehydrated. I should- No. I’ll wait. She won’t die. She’s fine.

Pushing his foot under her face, he ordered, “Kiss my feet, my sweet little giftziege.” The sound of her trying to moisten her mouth made Lucas second guess about waiting to hydrate her. But he waited. She lifted her head and jerked it, her hair falling to one side. To hide her face from him. They weren’t kisses, her lips were stuck to her dry teeth so she slightly bobbed her head to make the motions of kissing, her lips touching his skin.

Clever. But so am I.

 With his other foot he lifted her hair and she paused. She was about to look at him but stopped herself.

He waved the foot, “This one.” This one he placed closer to himself, she couldn’t hide, only turn. The motions were repeated until he got up and walked away to get the glass of water.

The ice had melted, but he took a drink of the cold water. Then another. The swallows were loud and meant to provoke her, she hid her face in the rug again. He kneeled beside her and got his face level with hers. “Look at me.” Her eyes were closed as she turned her head but she forced them open to look at him. He still couldn’t read her, she was blank. “When I kiss you, you take what I give you. You are not to move.” Without giving her a chance to acknowledge she understood he touched his lips to hers.

Very dry. Any longer and they will crack. But I’ll take care of that.

His tongue slid along the inside of her lower lip and then under her tongue. It was void of moisture but surged with fluid when his wet tongue ran over it. Her body slightly convulsed as she resisted the urge to swallow, her eyes squeezed shut briefly.

He pulled away, took a swig of water and pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue splashing the water into her mouth. This time she couldn’t help but pull away, bury her face and start coughing. Lucas watched silently, waiting to see what she would do. She sputtered a few times, her face now turned away since she couldn’t cover her mouth with a hand. Once settled he saw her shoulders tighten as she held her breath. She swallowed what little she had and turned  to face him. It was coated with fear.

“What did I say Mrs. Vicks?”

“Don’t move.” He smiled, for once she answered as he expected. Then she surprised him as she timidly added, “But you said that our bodies sometimes take a natural course, make noise and things.”

“Yes. But why did you pull away?”

She became confused, “I didn’t want to cough all over you.”

“Why not?”

 “Because it’s rude.” She pleaded, “You didn’t really want me to cough- uh, on you? Did you?”

“Manners. Hygiene. After all of your body parts that I’ve licked-“ She blushed and glanced away. Very cute. “You think that a healthy cough would bother me?” When she nodded he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Surprising. Very surprising.

She was still waiting for a rebuke. “You are mine to be used. I will know all of you Mrs. Vicks. I will know what you like and dislike. I know what you want. But I will fulfill my wishes first.” Enough said, he got back on the couch, one foot firmly planted on her sticky buttock, the other wiggled its toes in her hair. It felt silky between his toes, he let it spill and then pet her head with it. He picked up his magazine and made sure she heard him getting situated for long term reading. She set her face back down, resigned to being used as a footrest.

Gradually the come dried on her back, he knew it itched by the way she flexed her muscles. She gritted her teeth and suddenly wiggled. He tapped her buttock with his foot, “Still.” A silent deep breath went in and out of her.

Lucas read for another half hour and then tended the fire, he acted as if she wasn’t there. He left the room and returned with a sponge and towel and wiped her clean.  As he dried her he rubbed the red splotches a little harder than he normally would have, but he liked seeing her trying not to make noises of relief as he eased the itch.

 Again she was picked up, this time he sat her in a chair. Lucas put on another set of leather straps- this was purely for decorative purposes. It crossed her breasts, lifting her tits, squeezing the edges.

Holding up a glass of water he said, “You will drink all of it.” She quickly downed it. The next couple she had to breathe inbetween swallows, by the time he got to the fourth glass she was forcing it down, her face pinching as she shoved it into her stomach. The gag went back on, he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Lying her on the tile he knew she would be thankful for radiant heating. She would be there for awhile.

He undid the straps on her legs and pried her legs apart. He slowly pushed his rigid cock into her cunt. She wasn’t really wet enough but Lucas wanted rough. He wanted to come before she got too moist. Holding himself up on his arms, he fucked her quickly. She grunted every time his body hit hers. He was staring at her eyes and glared when she was tempted to look away. Lost in those gray circles, she endured this coarse lay. Her muscles loosened so he fucked harder, wanting her to tense up, to make it tighter. It worked.

The eyelids lowered, cutting the steel circles in half but the growing turn of his lips was as frightening as a bird in a snake’s gaze.

Yes. Using you Mrs. Vicks. You’re nothing but meat. A hole, hand or tongue to please me. I need nothing else. I want nothing else.

Chanting to himself, chanting what he wanted to be the truth. He didn’t want to want anyone. He wanted them for a little while, a night, even a week but she was different. A few times he rolled over in bed at night and wished she was there. To pull her to him, have her curled into his body. But he couldn’t live like that. He knew what he was and he wasn’t one to follow emotions. Emotions change. They’re fickle.

The icy thought lodged in his head, he fucked the meat. The hot meat. He groaned loud, grimacing with anger as he came. “FUCK!” he yelled as he realized why he was angry. He wanted her to come. To see her enjoy him. He turned his head away as his back arched with each spurt of white.

DAMMIT!

He pulled out of her and stomped to the bedroom, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

FUCK!

He paced crisply, arms at his sides.

I DON’T WANT THAT. I DON’T NEED IT.

He groaned and rubbed his face. “Get her tied up,” he hissed at himself. More straps, he returned to the bathroom making sure to avoid eye contact.  The straps around her breasts were removed and replaced with one that held her arms at her sides. Looking up him as he stood over her, he was a masterful sight. Muscles and grace even when he stood still. “Under any circumstance, do not move.”

After throwing on workout gear Lucas went to his garage to lift weights. To punch the bag. To beat the hell out of himself. To beat her out of him.

She is to be conquered. Not me. I am not the subject. She is mine I am not hers.

Ninety minutes later, a gasping and exhausted man went into his bathroom. Her eyes had been closed when he opened the door, but now looked at the ceiling. He saw her toes curl and hands tighten but knew she didn’t even notice. He undressed, tossing his shorts and socks at her. They landed on her arm but she didn’t budge.

She couldn’t see him as he stared at her through the glass shower door. Going through the motions of cleaning, he was waiting for his next signal. He cussed under his breath when he wiped the glass clear of steam, she heard it and became absolutely still. Turning on the cold water, he aimed the spray at the glass to keep it clear as he waited. Minutes later he saw it. Her body clenched- the axis was her abdomen. Legs squeezed together, she slightly sat up.

Off went the water and she laid flat. The towel went around his waist as he stood over her. “There is a drain in the floor near your hip.” She looked puzzled. “If you need to urinate-“ She gasped through the gag. “-you just release your bladder.” Stella stared at him, bewildered. “Do you have to go?” She nodded. “Then go.” She held completely still. Then he saw her try to relax but the concentration on her face contradicted it.

“Like this.” He peeled off his towel and tossed it onto the edge of the tub. Cock resting in hand, he began to pee on the floor beside her legs. Whimpering through her gag, she tried to roll away. A firm foot pushed her down flat and pinned her thigh. “I didn’t say you could move.”

To remind her of the lesson, he began to piss on her thighs. “You are to be used Mrs. Vicks. Mine to use as I see fit.” Her legs were squeezed together tightly, the fluid gathered into a small puddle. “See, I do not mind if you get the floor wet. So go.” Panic on her face, she tried to talk through her gag. “I didn’t say you could speak.” He swayed his hips making a wet loop on her stomach. She whipped her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut. The gag kept her mouth open but she did her best to close it, making the fabric dig into her face. He stopped his stream and watched as she began to quietly cry.

Why do I feel guilty? I’ve done much worse to others. Much worse.

“Let it go Mrs. Vicks.” She cried harder and was trying to hide her face again. “Mrs. Vicks-“

Her head snapped in his direction, tears rushing down, she screamed something through the gag. Red forehead and cheeks snarled, she was angry.

What is she saying? Is she defying me?

“I said to be quiet Mrs. Vicks.” He urinated on her chest. She screamed again and writhed on the floor, trying to scoot away from him. “I said to stop.” He rolled her onto her stomach and spanked her hard. She stopped, but the crying resumed as she murmured something over and over. Unhappy about taking off her gag, he did it anyway. “What is so important that you will be subjected to punishment?”

“I can’t go,” she cried. “I have to and I tried but I can’t because..” she sobbed. Lucas rolled her back over and helped her sit up. Nose and eyes running she attempted to stop crying, “Okay. Thank you. I can try again now that I’m sitting up.” She inhaled and held her breath. Her eyes darted around the room. Nothing happened. She exhaled slowly and shook her head and shoulders, loosening her tension as best she could.

Lucas barked, “Pee.” She gasped as her body obeyed. A deeper shade of crimson crawled up her neck and into her face as she relieved herself. It was a long time before she was empty, the drain gurgling everything down. Her face was pounding with blood and he knew she was done when she slightly fidgeted. “Why couldn’t you go when you were lying down.” She bit her lip. “Answer.”

“When I was seven I spent a summer..” she attempted to wipe her eyes on her shoulder but failed. “I was disciplined by..” She cleared her throat. “Can’t.”

“Speak, Mrs. Vicks. All of it.”

“It’s not nice,” she said quietly.

“Speak.”

“Um. I spent a summer with my grandma. My stepdad’s mom while my parents..they went on vacation. I had never been away-“ She cleared her throat and quickly said, “I can’t pee lying down.”

There was pain in her past. I was beginning to think she had a perfect childhood or-

“Finish the story Mrs. Vicks. You had never been separated from..?”

“My..” Her voice was faint. “My daddy had died a year before in a car accident and my stepdad was his friend and he and my mom fell in love while they were grieving. And they left me to go on a honeymoon for the entire summer. I had never been away from my Mom. Not even a night. And now I was in..I was..” She cleared her throat, sniffed and sat up straight. Staring at the wall ahead, she said robotically, “They left me with his mother who was nice most of the time. But I started wetting the bed. I was worried that I would never see my mother again. The very first time it happened the woman wrapped the sheets around me and made me wear them all day.”

Fuck.

Lucas watched, horror growing in his belly as she spoke without emotion. “Then she put the same dirty sheets back on the bed. It happened again and I was made to kneel on pebbles in the driveway for an hour. But it happened again and again. I was deprived of food and drink one day but it still happened. The next day I was made to sit on the toilet for half the day. I could not walk because my legs were numb. I fell onto the floor and split my forehead on the sink.”

The small scar on her forehead.

Lucas turned her head and pushed her hair back. “This?” He ran a finger over it.

“Yes,” she said blankly, her eyes unfocused.

“Did you stop?”

“No. The last discipline she made me stay lying down in the wet bed. I stayed there for two days and two nights. She..” Still holding her face in his hands he watched as her eyes filled with tears. It was like seeing a mannequin cry. She didn’t move. “She would come in and..”

His hold on her softened, he forgot about his petty frustration. “Stella? Have you ever told anyone?”

“My mom.”

“What did she do.”

“She thought I was lying so she wouldn’t leave me again.”

Oh god.

Pressing his lips against the side of her face, he quietly asked, “There’s more. Isn’t there?” She nodded. “Tell me.”

“She made me drink a glass of water. It felt like every hour but I don’t know. And since I couldn’t leave..and since I..”

“Come on my giftziege,” he whispered into her hair as he kissed her scalp repeatedly. “Tell me.” When she curled to be closer to him he gripped her tightly, pulling her even closer. “Tell me Stella.”

The words were faint, “I would wet the bed. And when she saw that I wet the bed..” her voice cracked and nearly disappeared, “she spanked my vagina with a switch from a blackberry bush.”

Clinging tighter, Lucas gasped, “Those have thorns.”

“Yes. I was spanked seven times. Four swats each time.”

He was infuriated. He wanted to know who the old woman was and torture her. He knew how. He knew pain. His body was trembling with rage, “What happened after that?”

A frightening smile curled her mouth. “I didn’t wet the bed. For six hours I did not wet the bed and she let me go. I could hardly walk. So many punctures between-“

“Stella,” he groaned and pulled her legs closer.

“I’m all right. After that I would sneak out and sleep in the tub every night in case I peed again. But I didn’t.” He pulled her to his lap, cradling her. His hand on the back of her head, holding her face against his neck, rocking her. He kissed her forehead over and over, as if he could rid her mind of the memory. “I’m all right. I just had a hard time trying to pee lying down…” She was sobering, coming out of the haze of dark secrets.

Sensing this, Lucas pulled her to her feet and quickly removed the straps. He guided her to the shower where he gently washed her. Wanting to erase the story from his head, hers. He was kneeling, washing her shins when she ran her fingers through his hair. He looked up to see her faintly smiling at him.

“I will be what you want,” she said.

He stood and slipped his arms around her waist. “I will be what you need.” The look on her face was easy to read this time. Lucas kissed her deeply until he felt her rub herself on him.

Both of them dripping wet, he walked her to the kitchen and fed her a bite of the cheesecake. The air was cold on their skin. A content look on her, she started to speak but snapped her mouth shut.

“You may speak tonight.”

“That is delicious. Can I get the recipe?” Lucas laughed and nodded. She touched his hand holding the fork. “May I have another bite?”

“In bed.”

“Eating in bed?” she giggled. They dashed down the hall and cuddled under the fluffy down comforter. Propping himself on his elbow he fed her bite after bite. He loved seeing her eat, to feed her. Seeing her react as she savored it. “Oh my goodness that is delicious.” He handed her a bottle of water and she drank several swallows. She covered her mouth and turned her head as a small burp escaped. “Excuse me.”

There was a little left on the plate. Lucas smeared it on her breast and put the plate on the nightstand. As he started to bend over her, her fingers went into his hair, riding along as his head ventured to her chest. He sucked the thick of her breast. Licked it- so close to the eager nipple.  He pulled as much of her fleshy tit in his mouth as he could, his teeth making a dotted oval on her skin.

When he lifted his face to look at her, she was in sensual fog. She watched her fingers slide from his hair, over his jaw and to his chin. Her thumb swished over his cheek, she stared at his mouth.

I know your need. I can feel it.

Lucas kissed her and she inhaled deeply as her body tried to curl around him. A desire burned through him. He wanted to please her. To watch her lose control, to come hard and screaming.

Mounting her in the very vanilla missionary position, he kept kissing while she expected him to press his way inside. She lifted her knees and spread her legs wide as she fluttered her tongue into his mouth. Lucas got a handful of hair and pulled her head backwards to kiss her neck. She was panting and lifting her hips, wanting him. He bit her neck and sucked, giving her a faint mark and then sucked and bit his way down her body.

Holding her thighs, he pushed them further apart, as far as they could go. It spread her lips enough to expose that tender bump, he licked her entire slit. Every crease, bend and flap was licked and sucked.

Stella was moaning, her body quaking as he brought her to the brink of coming over and over. Two wet fingers slid inside her and massaged her gspot, preparing her for what was next. The slight burn on her urethra made her  whimper over that peculiar mix of pleasure and pain. He attacked her clit, her cries getting loud and louder by the second, her hips rising with the pitch.

She held crumpled sheets in one hand and his hair in the other. Lucas loved her tugs on his follicles. She was pulling hard, unaware of anything but his touches. The pain made his cock harder.

Suddenly she bucked, her breath catching in her throat. “Luc-“ she was going to ask permission.

“Come.”

Her orgasm was hard, curling her to sit upright and yank his hair even harder. He groaned and bit her inner thigh. Then she fell backwards, her tits rising and falling fast as she caught her breath.

“Oh!” she yelped as she let go of the cruel grip on his hair. Covering her mouth, she sat up, “Oh! Lucas!” She tentatively touched his scalp. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to pull your hair! I don’t know what came over-“

“I do,” he said grinning as he chased her back down. She was nervous as she fell back. He slipped his dick inside her before she realized it.

“OH!” She squealed with surprise. Lucas chuckled, she shyly smiled. “I wasn’t ready.”

“I know,” he dropped his head to kiss her surprised face. It was easy to kiss because his thrusts were shallow and slow. He was only fucking her with the first three inches of his dick. Pausing the kiss but keeping his lips close he said softly, “Pull your knees toward your shoulders.” She did it quickly. He smiled and said into her mouth, “Good, my sweet little pussy.” The kiss was restarted, he adjusted his hips a little and knew he hit the target when she whimpered. Again he barely broke away, his eyes closed, his breath deep and quick, he said firmly, “It may feel a little sore but relax and focus on my cock.” The tiny nod he felt made him chuckle once and he went right back to the kiss. He couldn’t believe he went for another, how feverishly he wanted it.

“Mmmm!” she urgently mumbled into his mouth.

“It will change.” Quieting her with his tongue, he was impressed with her kiss. She had been withholding some talent.

Fuck she feels good.

Neither of them was getting enough air, he lifted his head and they gasped as if coming to the water’s surface.

“Oooh!” She moaned and held his face in her hands. Her brows pulled together.

“You trust me.” She nodded, her eyes on his. “It’s not sore anymore, is it?”

She shook her head and he slid his entire cock in her. “Iiiiiiiii-“ her back arched hard, pushing her legs apart further. Lucas licked her nipple as he continued to fuck her deep. She tried to say something again, “Iiiiiii-“ then she screamed. Lucas moved to his knees and lifted her ass off the bed. Holding her buttocks he jabbed shallowly again, hitting the gland. Clutching her knees she’d squeeze her eyes shut and groan when he slide his whole cock in. When he resumed the shallow, she’d stare at him, wide eyed and waiting.

“Would you like to come?” She nodded repeatedly. “Not yet.” She groaned and gritted her teeth. Already at the threshold, Lucas started to come. Still fucking just deep enough to prod her, after the third spray he gasped, “Come.”

She panted loudly a few times and then screamed. Her legs broke free and were instantly parallel with the bed. Her feet hit the mattress, Lucas quickly shoved himself all the way in before she could throw him off. Hips flew upwards at him as he continued to fuck- buried deep, he only pulled out a couple inches before he thrust back in. She screamed and he felt it, a handful of fluid spilled over his balls.

She sat up, fully aware with the knowledge that he did know her needs. Her hands reached for his face, “Oh Lucas,” she cried and kissed him shakily on the mouth. She hugged his head and whispered, “Thank you.” Her voice was thick with emotion. “Oh thank you Lucas. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

The feeling of warmth radiated from the center of him, heating his skin and making his heart rush hot blood through his veins. Still buried inside her, he rolled them onto their sides. She was hugging him tightly but looked at him. Large tears rolled over her nose and temple. He kissed them away and then found her mouth hungry for his. Hands stroked skin as they kissed and sighed.

After awhile her skin cooled. Not wanting to pull out of her, he reached down carefully and pulled up the comforter. A couple goodnight kisses and then they were quiet. He stroked her back and reveled in her presence. She was finally spending the night again.

“Lucas?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to stay in me? Or should I go clean up?”

“I’m staying, until you need to sleep in another position, or I do.”

“Okay,” she said and snuggled closer. “I’ve always wanted to do this but I..but I go clean up.” He could sense a confession. “Because John doesn’t like me to leak in bed.”

“I am not John.”

Pressing the side of her face to his chest she said quietly, “No. You’re not.” Her hand slipped under his arm and over his waist. “Thank goodness.”

It was all he needed to hear. But she added something.

“Thank you Lucas. For..for choosing me.”

Another surge of scorching blood flew through his veins. He kissed her crown and held her closer. They fell asleep, neither moved for hours. But she eventually had to use the bathroom and cleaned up. Lucas pretended to sleep and in the dark he watched through slightly open eyes as she stood beside the bed looking at him.

So beautiful, smiling at me. Hurry to bed my giftziege.

She got on her stomach and scooted toward him. He raised his arm, giving up his ruse. Under the arm she went, sighing as it laid over her back and up her ribs. His upper leg slid over hers.

Beyond content for once, Lucas kissed her shoulder and happily fell asleep.

To be continued…

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