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Club Fatale
Chapter One – The Trip
I woke on the morning of my trip with an excitement that I had not felt since the days of my youth. It was the kind of joy that a boy feels on Christmas morning, just before he rushes downstairs to see if Santa Clause left presents for him. And he knows instinctively that great and wondrous things were waiting for him.
Today was that day.
All my forty years of life had led me to this. High school. College. Business school. Six-figure salary. My first million. And on and on. But all of that paled in comparison to thrill that I was feeling today. As I packed my bags, I struggled desperately to restrain the excitement that was threatening to tear me apart.
“You’re really leaving, aren’t you, daddy?”
I turned to the sweet brunette that stood in the doorway to my bedroom. Sixteen and slender, with long legs and a trim waist, she made quite the picture.
But no, I wasn’t thinking of my daughter, Jacqueline, in that way. Not at all.
“Sweetie, I have a very important business trip,” I said. “I don’t want to leave you, but you know my responsibilities.”
“Of course, daddy,” she said. “Have a nice trip.”
She kissed me and left.
I gathered my things and was about to call for Kelly, my driver. Just then, I remembered the case in my safe. I couldn’t leave without that. It would be necessary when I reached my final destination.
All the way to the airport, I could think of nothing but my destination. Even the normally arousing thoughts of Kelly’s legs, lips and tits couldn’t hold my attention.
When I arrived at the airport, I saw the private jet that had been sent for me. Two very attractive blondes met me as I boarded. Jana and Karina. I learned that they were both Swedish, both sisters and that both had been sent specifically for me.
We took off for the Island.
“We expect a flight time of three hours and twenty minutes, Mr. Anderson,” Jana said. Or was it Karina? They weren’t twins, but it was still hard to tell them apart. It was Jana, I decided. She smiled at me. “Would you like some refreshing champagne to wet your whistle? Or a refreshing pair of lips?”
“The lips sound better,” I said.
Jana went down on me right there. Her luscious lips slurped me inside and pleasured me with a sweet vacuum. As she did, Karina came up behind me and caressed my shoulders. I held off for almost ten minutes before filling Jana’s mouth with come. She pulled off and smiled up at me, her lips flecked with white.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said.
“We were told to take care of you in every way possible,” Karina said.
“And,” Jana continued. “Our masters demand obedience from us. We aspire to be very good slut slaves.”
“Does that mean that you are obedient to me?” I asked.
“Most definitely, Master,” Jana said while caressing my cock. “Give either of us a command and we will obey.”
“Then I want Karina on her knees and sucking my cock like you just did. And I want you on your back, licking your sister’s pussy.”
Smiling, the sisters performed for me. I tried many different positions. In fact, I was fucking Karina’s pussy and bouncing her up and down on my cock as we arrived and landed on the island.
Chapter Two – The Forbidden Island
“Mr. Anderson? Mr. Evan Anderson, it is so good to finally meet you, sir!”
The man who greeted me was a few years older than me and heavier, with prematurely white hair and piercing blue eyes. He was English, as evidenced by his accent.
We shook hands.
“Jana and Karina treated you well, I take it?”
“Ah, yes,” I said. “Most agreeably.”
“Good, good,” the man said. “I would so dislike having to punish them, at least before it is their time. After all, punishment should be enjoyed by all!”
“And your name is, sir?” I asked.
“Oh, so sorry, my dear chap,” he said. “You can call me Mr. Lloyd, sir. Former Royal Navy Commander.”
“And you are a client, here?” I asked.
“We call them owners,” Lloyd said, “for the clients do indeed own the Club and the Island. And no, I am not an owner, merely the administrator of this facility. Jana! Karina! Take Mr. Anderson’s bags to his bungalow.”
The two girls each took a bag and headed off happily, their shapely calves flashing in the evening light of the tropical paradise.
We both watched them go.
“You do have the payment, Mr. Anderson?” Lloyd prompted.
“Right here, Mr. Lloyd,” I said.
“Oh, it’s just Lloyd, sir,” he said. “And thank you, very much!” He opened the briefcase and surveyed the money. “Everything seems to be in order. Quite a tidy sum, isn’t it?”
“Ten million dollars,” I said. “I do hope your facilities are worth it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry, sir,” Lloyd assured me. “You’ll find them quite stimulating. And Jana and Karina will be at your disposal, quite literally, during your stay here.”
“Tell me about the island, Mr. Lloyd.” I said.
“What do you wish to know?”
“Everything,” I said. “From the beginning.”
“From the beginning?” he asked. “Very well, then. This little island, which the Commodore has somewhat dramatically named ‘the Forbidden Island’ is the home to Club Fatale: the world’s one and only snuff resort. Absolutely any woman that you dream of can be found here, or procured for you. And she will be yours, absolutely, to do with as you wish. Fuck her, beat her, enslave her or snuff her, it’s all up to you: you are truly limited only by your desires and your whim. Even our staff is available for the pleasure of the owners.”
“And I could carry this out however I wish, Mr. Lloyd?” I asked. “And to whomever I wish? Say, to her, for example.”
I pointed to a young lady walking towards us. She had fiery red hair and a tennis racket in one hand. She wore a short white skirt and a cotton blouse. A tight black collar was wound about her neck. She looked as if she were on her way for some practice. As she got closer, I could read her nametag: Patricia.
The girl stopped when I pointed. Her face fell at my look and she put her hands behind her back and hung her head in a sort of submissive pose.
“Of course you would be allowed to, sir,” Lloyd said. “We aim to please. But I must caution you. It will take some time to learn the finer points of snuffing, sir. There are classes to be taken and tests to be passed, after which time you will be granted full membership and accorded status in the Club. And, of course, you must respect the property of others. Any girl wearing a black collar is the property of the Club and is, therefore, free for use. Excessive snuffing of the staff will bring cautions and eventually warnings from myself or the Commodore. But you can safely expect that a girl per week is well within limitations, with unrestricted sexual use. Any girl wearing a colored collar is off limits unless express permission is given by her owner. Which I don’t think will be a problem with most owners, sir. Most are free with their girls’ attentions. Just don’t ask to snuff them; it’s an insult unless invited. White-collars, of course, are the most important to look out for.”
“What does the white mean?” I asked.
“It signifies that the girl is one of the Commodore’s personal concubines. Under no circumstances are you to dally with a white-collar unless the Commodore himself allows and wishes you to. Which would be a rare treat, indeed.”
“I see,” I said. I put my fingers to the chin of the redheaded girl. “It would be a thrill to snuff her, right here and now…”
The girl looked at me, her eyes filled with dread. Still, her body pose was submissive.
“But, I suppose that you are right, Mr. Lloyd,” I said, finally. “I shouldn’t jump in head first.”
“As you say, sir,” Lloyd responded. He nodded and the girl continued on her way, an extra spring in her step.
As we kept walking, I was treated to many exotic sights. Beautiful girls from all over the world were present, lounging in the pools, playing indoor and outdoor games with several patrons of the Club.
One and all, the girls were beautiful.
“And where do you get such fine ladies, Mr. Lloyd?”
“Our source of Femmes — that’s what we call them, for obvious reasons — is a world-wide system of criminal enterprises. Brothels, of course, are a prime source. Sex traffickers also provide many fine Femmes. But we do a large amount of recruiting from colleges and universities all around the world. The Femmes never know that they are being recruited as snuff-puppets, of course. The tennis player we met, Trisha, she was a medical student at Dartmouth. She believed that she was being recruited for medical missionary work in South Africa. We appropriated her. On paper, she had a run in with the soldiers of a local dictator and was unfortunately killed.”
I was silent as we walked down to the beach. Several large bonfires were already being prepared. I asked Lloyd what for and he told me that there was a party tonight: BBQ, drinking and girls. Lots of girls.
We stopped at the bar for an early drink and were served by a black-collar with midnight hair and tanned skin that spoke of her Caribbean ancestry.
“I think I’ll take a blowjob with my drink…” I said, struggling to read her nametag.
“Sophia.”
Quickly, the dark-haired woman knelt and embraced me with her lips.
“She’s a fine specimen, sir,” Lloyd said. “One of our best when it comes to oral stimulation. I snuffed her sister myself, just last week. Tossed her right into the fire, just over there, hands and feet bound after the best blowjob of my life. She screamed like the very devil, while Sophia there cleaned my cock with her lips.”
I thought about the deliciousness of seeing something like that as I came in the brunette’s mouth. She choked on my come.
“Back to work, lass,” Lloyd said. “I need another tequila.”
Sophia hurried to prepare a drink for the man who had murdered her sister.
Just then, two men passed by with three women in tow. The younger man stopped and spoke.
“Lloyd!” he said. “Long time, no see, mate. How’s it going?”
“Just great, sir!” Lloyd said. “Jacob, I want you to meet Mr. Evan Anderson. Mr. Anderson, this is Mr. Jacob Nelson. His distinguished companion is Mr. Dan Gates.”
“Call me Jake,” the younger man said.
“Dan,” the white-haired man said.
“Evan,” I responded, and shook hands with both.
Behind Jake was a sumptuous blonde woman in a yellow dress. I noticed that she was wearing a blue collar. She had devastating good looks and sultry eyes and I wagered that she was a handful in bed.
Dan Gates had a pair of brunettes that bore red collars about their necks. They were petite, but had beautiful faces just right for fucking. They wore red blouses, short skirts and black fuck-me heels.
“Mr. Nelson has been abroad for several weeks,” Lloyd informed me. “Somewhere in the middle east, I believe. Somewhere that there are no women to speak of.”
“I made it back just in time,” Jacob said. “It’s Bonfire Night, tonight.”
“What is Bonfire Night?” I asked.
“Best night of the week, sir,” Lloyd said.
Jacob winked at me. “I don’t know if you’d believe me, Evan. You’ll just have to see for yourself. But Lloyd’s right, it’s a great time!”
I chatted with Lloyd, Dan and Jacob until Bonfire Night began. I discovered that Jake had been a member in the Club for only a couple of years. He was one of the newest, while Dan Gates was one of the original ten members of the club. The blonde’s name was Kelly. The brunettes were Teri and Tori.
Before I knew it, Bonfire Night started.
As the fires were lit, a young brunette girl was brought out. Her clothes were quickly torn away from her and she was passed from man to man. She made a pretty sight, as she rode each patron’s cock for a minute or two.
“Are you going to participate, Evan?” Jacob asked.
“I thought I’d just watch the first time,” I responded. I didn’t really know how it worked here.
“Then could you do me a favor?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Watch Kelly for me,” he said. “She likes to run away if I leave her unattended, and I just have to join in. Feel free to use her how you like.”
Jacob quickly joined the horde of men enjoying themselves by abusing the girl. They crowded around her, fucking her holes and rubbing her tits and body. She was bent over and her face was fucked mercilessly.
More patrons gathered around her, rubbing the girl’s face and lips with cocks and fucking her throat until she cried out and nearly suffocated. Finally they knelt her in the sand and bukkaked her face in groups of twos and threes. There were nearly thirty men there, all of them with raging hard-ons.
“Last call!” one man yelled out.
He pulled her head back and held her for the others, as they dumped loads of semen onto her until her mouth filled up and overflowed.
The girl struggled, but with one man holding her face up and another pinching her nose, it was clear that she was doomed. She sputtered and spit, but more semen was ejaculated on her face every few seconds, and each time a man turned away, spent, another took his place with a hard, semen-filled cock.
Finally, the convulsing brown-haired girl was still. She had drowned in the horde’s jizm, her knees in the sand. The men cheered her sacrifice and a pointed steel spit was brought out. In no time, the girl was impaled upon it and stretched out over the fire to roast. She was declared the queen of the night, the feast of honor.
It was all utterly fascinating to me.
As I watched, I fucked Kelly. The buxom girl bounced up and down on my cock, then knelt to finish me with a blowjob. She sucked the come from my shaft just as the brunette girl breathed her last.
Dan finished with his load in Teri’s waiting mouth and Lloyd ejected his come into the borrowed Tori’s pussy.
Jacob returned, covered in sweat.
I was still staring at the girl, unable to take my eyes off of her. “Who was she?” I asked Jacob when he returned.
“Beverly, I think,” Jacob said. “She had a way with her mouth, let me tell you!”
“Poor cousin Beverly,” Kelly said with a tear in her eye.
I looked at Kelly and my cock grew hard again. Had I really come in the mouth of this beautiful blonde as her brunette cousin was snuffed? I shook my head at the surreal nature of this wondrous place.
I watched Kelly’s lithe cousin as she roasted on the spit, rotated by two female chefs who continually prodded her body to make sure she would be evenly done.
Into the night, I drank and ate Beverly stakes.
Jacob declared them the best he had had in his life and offered some to Kelly, who merely shook her head and cried. In the end, Jacob face-fucked Kelly and came on her lips as he ate the last of her cousin’s meat.
We all chatted and Dan passed his girls around. I got to fuck Teri and Tori that night and Kelly, again. I luxuriated in her tears as I ejaculated into her pussy.
More girls were brought out to be face-fucked and raped. Several were snuffed.
Finally, I returned to my bungalow and fucked Jana and Karina deep into the night, high on the depravities that I had witnessed on the wonderful Forbidden Island.

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Measuring my cum Pt. 11

We spent the rest of the afternoon in mom’s bedroom, fucking and sucking in various positions, including with mom on top, riding me, which was great, as I could watch her ample full boobs jiggle and bounce as she rode me. Fuck that was good! I must have cum at least another four times over the course of the afternoon.
One of my favourite times was when mom knelt on the floor on her elbows and knees, and let me pull her buttocks wide open so I could lick and finger fuck her asshole. I opened it up wide and also let a few gobs of my spit enter her butt-hole, to help ease my finger in. I think she enjoyed it from the way she moaned and groaned with pleasure. To be truthful, I was becoming increasing aroused by the sight of mom’s asshole and wanted to stick my prick in there. But although mom had mentioned this in her “dirty talk”, she’d never actually said I could, and I did not want to push things too far, too soon. But from the way she had reacted to my fingering it, I had hopes she would let me fuck her ass sometime soon.
During our sessions during Sunday afternoon, mom never collected my cum. She either swallowed it if she sucked me, or let me cum inside her, and then let me watch it drip out of her pussy, which added to my excitement.
In the evening whilst we were eating, mom reminded me that we had to see Dr Taylor again the next day.
“And remember,” she said, “We mustn’t tell the Doctor just how far I have gone in helping you to cum.”
I nodded in agreement. I knew it wasn’t something we could talk about in front of other people.
After our meal we both sat in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed.
I was wearing my ‘house-gown’ with my boxer shorts on underneath, whilst mom had ‘dressed’ since our earlier fuck-fest in her bedroom, but sill quite sexily — wearing the tight fitting soft-jersey type material grey shorts with a low cut bright red blouse without a bra, which showed ample cleavage, and her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She looked pretty hot sitting there!
Since mom had been helping me cum all weekend, the ache in my balls had been much less. But with the working week starting for her tomorrow, being a Monday, I wondered how I would manage.
“Mom, I’m going to feel a little strange during the daytime this week, as you won’t be able to help me cum like you have this weekend,” I said.
“I know dear,” mom replied. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I have to go to work and you have to go to college. We’ll speak to Dr Taylor tomorrow and see what she says. How are your aches now?”
“Well, I’ve been feeling pretty good this weekend as I’ve been regularly cumming.”
“We’ll have one session tomorrow morning before I go to work and I’ll have to collect a sample like we were doing before. Today has just been an exception.” She smiled at me as she finished the sentence.
We idled the time away watching a movie and soon I was feeling sleepy. Mom looked over at me and said, “Time for bed I think young man. Do you need to cum again before sleeping?”
I felt I could, and my sleepiness started to disappear at the thought.
I nodded.
“As I haven’t collected your cum all day, I think one last time without won’t matter too,” said mom as she stood up. “What would you like to do?”
Seeing mom standing a few feet away from me with her tight figure hugging shorts which were pressing sexily into her crotch, I felt like touching her there and feeling up her ass.
“I’d like to play with that wonderful ass and pussy of yours again mom,” I said. “I just can’t get enough!”
Mom walked sexily over to me, swinging her hips, and stood in front of me as I still sat seated on the sofa chair.
“Go on then,” she said, smiling, “Do what you like.”
I placed the four fingers of my right hand on the area of her crotch and just ran them along her pussy mound several times, up and down. I could feel her pussy hairs and slit through the soft thin material of her shorts as I did so. Mom reacted with a slight moan of pleasure and pressed her pussy mound back against my fingers.
Then, satisfied for a moment with that, I said, “Turn around please mom.”
“That’s too polite,” replied mom teasingly. “You’ll have to ask me in a different way, if you want me to do that. Talk dirty.”
I looked up at mom and decided to oblige.
“Turn around and show me that juicy thick fuck of an ass, mom.”
“Mmmm….yes,” replied mom, “That’s better.” And with that mom turned 360 degrees on the spot and presented me with her curvy large butt, which was just about level with my face as I sat, if not a touch higher.
I rubbed my hands over each buttock, through the soft material of the shorts, groping and cupping the flesh there greedily. Then, I pulled the material that was covering each ass cheek inwards so that it caught in mom’s ass crack, making her butt look even sexier as it tightly hugged her ass with each buttock partly showing. I bent forward and kissed each cheek in turn and then ran my tongue over the skin, savouring the taste and sensation. Fuck! This was good, and my cock getting was hard!
Then, I grabbed mom’s shorts at the waist and just yanked them down, giving her a bit of a surprise.
“Fuck, yea mom,” I said, “Your juicy ass is so fucking hot, I could play with it all day and all night.”
Mom didn’t say anything, but just stepped out of her shorts, so now all she had on was her bright red blouse which went to just above her hips, leaving her glorious backside and legs fully exposed and naked.
Then she wriggled her ass as she stood on the spot, knowing how much it excited me to see the flesh on her butt cheeks wobble and jiggle.
By now my dick was fully hard and wanting some attention.
I stood up behind mom and rubbed my cock along her ass crack, again slightly surprising her and making her exclaim, “Ooh, that’s nice.”
I slapped my hard on against mom’s butt cheeks for a bit longer, and then said, “I’d like to follow you upstairs with you like this, so I can watch your cheeks move, and then maybe you can suck me off and swallow my cum.”
“Ok,” replied mom, still with her back to me, and rubbing her butt sexily back against my hard on.
Then she started walking slowly away from me toward the door, her hips swinging, so that her ass looked even hotter as she walked.
Mesmerised, I followed her. When mom, got to the stairs she started walking slowly up them, again swinging her hips as she did so. Man what a sight! I was half drooling as I watched her climb with her butt almost in my face as I followed closely behind. I could not help slapping her ass once or twice with my hand. “Fuck yea mom,” I said, “Fucking hot ass.”
Mom reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor and into my bedroom, and sat on the bed. My hard on had been swinging wildly as I’d followed her, and now I just presented it to her face as she sat down. Greedily she took it into her mouth and started sucking me.
“Oh fuck yea mom,” I said, responding to the way she was blowing me.
She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands and really went for it, taking all my shaft into her mouth almost to the hilt.
Then she started playing with my balls, with one hand. I let my right hand wander down of mom’s left boob for a moment and then I just grabbed her head as she carried on sucking me hard. Then she let my dick out of her mouth for a moment and ran her cheeks along the side of my shaft as if savouring it’s length along her face.
“Talk dirty to me while I bring you off,” she said. “You know how much I like it.”
And without further ado she took my dick head into her mouth again and started sucking on me.
Happy to oblige, I said “Yea suck that dick bitch. Suck it hard and let me see you swallow my cum. I know how much you like it now. You’re a cum swallowing slut aren’t you? You just love taking my cream inside your mouth and swallowing it, don’t you?”
I grabbed her head and started pushing my dick into her mouth in time with her sucking, so that I felt like I was face fucking her.
I could feel her breathing hard through her nose as she sucked on me and she seemed in total ecstasy. Finally, I felt the cum rise in my balls and grabbing moms head hard, I thrust hard and deep and spurted in her mouth with a loud groan.
“Ohhhhhhh…Ahhhhhhhhh…” I said out loud.
Mom had clamped onto my dick with her mouth firmly as I came, making sure that this time she would not spill a drop. And indeed she didn’t, as she seemed to be swallowing the lot!
After she’d milked me dry with her mouth and cleaned all the cum off my dick, she smiled up at me and said, “Mmmm…. that was lovely, I love the taste of your cum,” and she licked her lips, letting her tongue linger outside her lips momentarily to show me how much she enjoyed it, like she had been eating some delicacy. Fuck, she knew how to tease me!
“Now have a good sleep and I’ll collect another sample first thing in the morning before I go to work, but I’ll have to use the semen beaker again from tomorrow.”
I nodded, and smiled back at mom.
She stood up, her tits wobbling in her red blouse, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Goodnight, hon. Sleep tight.” And with that she strolled out of my bedroom. Again, I watched her naked ass swing sexily as she walked away. Fuck!
I curled up in bed, and in no time at all fell sound asleep.
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I looked at my watch. It was 3.30pm. I was about to leave my college campus and head for Dr Taylor’s Clinic, which was a short bus ride down town.
Mom had told me in that morning she would leave work a little early, and meet me there. That was after she had wanked me off into the semen beaker of course, before she left for work. It was a little disappointing not to have her suck me off properly and let me cum in her mouth, but we had to use the semen beaker again to get some measurements, as we’d given doing that a miss, completely, on Sunday.
As I sat on the bus going towards the clinic, I wondered what Dr Taylor would say, and if my blood test results would show up anything. I still had a slight ache in my balls everyday, but as I mentioned before, this would normally clear up after I’d cum several times.
I thought back to our first visit to see Dr Taylor. I suddenly remembered the way she had looked at my dick and licked her lips. Then I remembered mom doing the same thing several times before she had actually started to suck me off. An image of my dick in Dr Taylor’s mouth flashed through my mind quickly and I smiled. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ I said to myself! Doctors don’t do that with their patients!
Soon, I reached my stop and got off the bus. A few minutes later I was climbing the steps up to the Clinic front door. I saw a mid-thirties looking attractive blonde receptionist at the desk and introduced myself.
“Afternoon, ” I said. “I’m Jacob Addington. I have an appointment with Dr Taylor for 4.30pm.” The receptionist looked down at her diary, and as she did so I could not help but look down at her quite ample cleavage which was showing. She was wearing a white nurse type uniform which had quite a low cut top, and her boobs were pushed quite firmly up to create quite a sexy cleavage. She looked damn hot!
“Oh yes,” she smiled back at me. “Please take a seat. Your mother is already here.”
As I walked into the waiting area of the clinic, I saw mom had got there before me and was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at me. There were no other people waiting, probably because we had the last appointment of the day, although I think the clinic had two or three other doctors too. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her.
The receptionist was a about 10 feet away from where we sat at one end of the waiting area, near the front door. She smiled reassuringly over at us. I couldn’t remember seeing her the last time I was here. The image of her ample cleavage still lingered with me.
Then mom said in a low tone so no one else could hear, “Remember Jacob, you mustn’t say anything about how far we have gone in our cum collecting sessions. Let me do most of the talking.”
“Ok, mom” I replied, as quietly back to her.
After a couple of minutes the phone rang by the receptionist, and after answering it she said out loud, “You may go in now.”
Mom and I got up and went over to the consultation room door. Mom knocked, and I followed her in.
“Ah, Mrs Addington and Jacob, do come in said Dr Taylor smiling broadly, from behind her desk, standing up in a white doctor’s coat, welcoming us.
She shook both our hands and beckoned us to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk.
Dr Taylor was a mature lady, of around 50 years, stocky in build, chubby and buxom with it, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but as I looked at her I noted again, like the first time we had met her, that she had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes, which had almost a playful sparkle in them.
As we sat down, Dr Taylor first looked at my mom and then me, and still smiling and looking quite jovial said “Well how are you both, and how have you been getting on since I last saw you?”
Mom took the lead and said quite enthusiastically, but a little hesitatingly as if slightly embarrassed, “We’ve been doing fine Dr Taylor. I….er…have been helping Jacob in getting some measurements for you, as you suggested. I have them here.” Mom pulled out the records sheet, which she had shown me on Sunday morning, and handed it to the doctor.
“That’s excellent,” said Dr Taylor smiling. She took the paper from mom’s hand and put it on the desk in front of her without reading it. “I’ll look at this in a moment. I’m so glad you felt able to help Jacob, as it can be difficult to collect samples,” she added, as if to provide some reassurance.
Then Dr Taylor looked hard at me and said, “Tell me Jacob, how are your aches down below?”
I cleared my throat and said a little timidly, “I do still have them, but it does help a lot when I er….er …you know masturbate. I mean when I…er…you know, spurt my semen.”
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor still smiling at me. “I’m glad that you do get relief at least.”
“Now,” she continued, “I do have your blood test results here,” she said pointing to a blue folder, which was on the desk in front of her. “But first let me see your semen measuring record.”
Dr Taylor picked up the sheet of paper mom had given her and read it carefully.
“Yes, I see you have been producing quite a lot, but from the totals you’ve worked out at the bottom, I can see it is generally within a similar range every day.”
She paused for a moment looking at the numbers. “Yes, that’s all fine,” she added. “Thank you for keeping this record. I hope it has not been too difficult,” she added, looking first at mom then me.
For the first time I think I saw mom blush at that remark, and she replied quickly, “Er… no doctor…it….its been quite an experience as it’s something a mother is not often asked to do, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, yes Mrs Addington. May, I call you Margaret.”
“Well, my friends call me Marge. That will do.”
“Marge it is then,” replied Dr Taylor. “Yes I do understand, and I’m sure Jacob has been grateful too.”
Mom looked slightly uneasy but just smiled back at the doctor.
Dr Taylor looked at me and said. “Aren’t you Jacob? You must be thankful your mom has been able to help you.”
“Yes, sure I am,” I said, in a tone more relaxed than I thought I would say it.
Mom then said, “Are you able to tell us what the problem is Doctor?”
“Yes, I can,” replied Dr Taylor. “I am pleased to say the blood tests have given us an answer to what is going on. So in that sense it is good news. However, the treatment I am going to suggest maybe a little more…,” she paused for a moment, “A little more unusual and perhaps difficult.”
I felt a tinge of concern and looked at mom, who I could see was also looking worried.
Dr Taylor saw our anxious expressions and said, “Oh, please, I did not mean to worry you like that. Once I’ve explained, you may not think it is too much of an issue to overcome.”
“Please tell me what’s wrong with Jacob?” asked mom.
Dr Taylor straightened up in her chair a little as if she was about to say something important.
“Mrs Addington….I mean Marge,” she said looking at mom, “The blood test show Jacob has a condition which although I would not describe as rare, is a little uncommon. I will not bore you with the name of the condition, and we did send the samples to another laboratory for confirmation. Luckily the condition is detectable through the blood tests. I will try to explain it as simply as I can.”
Dr Taylor looked at me then mom as she spoke. “As you may know, men and women both have bacteria present in their genital areas, which are kept at an optimum level though various means, including the body’s own immune system. In certain cases in men, the balance of this bacteria overwhelms their balancing mechanisms and can lead to aches in the scrotum area, which in effect has happened to you Jacob,” she said, looking directly at me and smiling reassuringly.
“But, the good news is that it is curable. Our medical history records show that virtually all young men who have had this condition have been completely cured. However, the recommended method is,….well,…..slightly unusual.”
“Well, it’s a relief to know you know what it is, and that Jacob can be cured.,” said mom. “But in what way is the cure unusual?” she added, almost taking the words out of my mouth.
Dr Taylor paused for moment.
Then looking at mom directly she said, “Because of the slightly unusual nature of the treatment, you may prefer that I speak to you directly and in private first, Marge, before telling Jacob.”
Mom listened and thought for a moment before replying.
“Er….well, no doctor. It’s all right. I know Jacob is mature enough to listen to what you will say, and I would like him to be present. He’s my son, and I know he will be ok with whatever you might say,” she replied, firmly.
I felt kind of pleased that mom had spoken up for me like that. But I guessed it was partly because of the sexual intimacy we had already shared.
“Alright,” said Dr Taylor, looking at mom and then me quite seriously.
“Occasionally, men much older than Jacob in their fifties and sixties can get this condition, but for them we normally prescribe tablets, which they then have to be take once a week for the rest of their lives. However, the best treatment for this condition, in a young man of Jacob’s age, is to naturally lower the imbalance of bacteria in the male genitals. The way to do this normally, is for a man is to have sexual intercourse frequently with a woman, as the different bacteria that are present in a woman genitalia, naturally help to restore the imbalance in the male, as they get passed on during intercourse.
Mom and I both listened in silence without saying anything. You could have heard a pin drop. And I felt a twitch in my dick as the doctor spoke the last sentence.
“Now for this to work,” continued Dr Taylor, “The intercourse must be without a condom, as obviously we require the male and female genital fluids to mix.”
Dr Taylor paused for a moment.
Then looking hard at me, she said, “Do you have a girlfriend at the moment Jacob?”
“Er…no,” I replied, rather embarrassingly.
“Well, here is where the slightly unusual recommendation for treatment I have for you comes in, in that case.”
Dr Taylor paused again.
“To be blunt Jacob, you need to have sex with a woman daily for the next 2-3 months, and then regularly thereafter, to restore your body’s balance and get rid of your aches. But if you do not have a girlfriend, then that is a problem.”
I sneaked a look at mom, who obviously was not going to say we had been doing it, and neither was I.
Then, I was shocked at the Doctor’s next lengthy statement.
She looked at mom and said, “Marge, I want you to know I am also a sex therapist and counsellor as well as a medical doctor. I see many different types of people who visit me in that capacity, and who tell me all kinds of sexual fantasies and fetishes. So nothing surprises me anymore. And of course the relationships between a sex counsellor and the client is completely confidential.”
“Er..yes…I understand that,” replied mom, slightly confused.
“So what I am try to say, is that one possible solution to the fact that Jacob has no girlfriend currently is ..,” Dr Taylor paused, “For you to perhaps go a little further in helping him with his treatment, if you know what I mean.”
I saw a streak of red run across mom’s neck and cheeks as she realised what the doctor had just suggested to her.
I think I must have blushed too.
Mom stayed silent. My dick twitched again.
Then trying to be more reassuring, Dr Taylor said, “As I mentioned, the relationship between a doctor and the patient is strictly confidential. I can only suggest what is best for the patient and it would go no further than between us, if it helps Jacob get over his little problem, or until he meets a fine young girl in the future hopefully.” Dr Taylor smiled as she finished the sentence.
Mom regained her composure a little and said, “Er…yes…I see what you mean doctor. I shall have to think about it.” She obviously didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell the doctor we had already fucked!
“However, I have an alternative option,” continued Dr Taylor. “Over the years during the course of my sexual counselling, I have seen a number of women, similar to your age Marge, who also have certain sexual issues and problems because their husbands’ can no longer perform sexually. I have handful of such women on my books now. All they require is to have sexual intercourse once or twice a week to help them overcome their problems. Dr Taylor paused.
Then continuing, she said, “I Also have a number of men a little older than Jacob — in their early twenties, who also come to see me with their sexual problems, for example, shyness in approaching women, or lack of experience in the sex act, and require just some initial guidance and prompt in the right direction. Now, being a ‘hands on’ type of sex counsellor, what I do, with the permission of all involved, is, I link up these young men to these older women, who have their husbands’ permission of course. And so the young men can resolve their sexual issues and gain some confidence, whist at the same time satisfying these mature ladies. It is a ‘win, win’ situation. The key is also that before I link up the young men to the mature, experienced women, I make sure both parties are completely free of any infection or STDs, so that they are able to enjoy themselves to the fullest extent, without worry. And I do follow up checks too. So what I am saying, Marge, is if you feel unable to help, I could link Jacob up to one or two of these ladies I know.”
As the doctor had been speaking, and what she had been saying sunk in, my dick had become semi hard. I couldn’t quite believe my ears. Dr Taylor could put me in touch with some older ladies of mom’s age for me to fuck to help cure my problem! Fuck!
I thought mom would blow up either in embarrassment or rage at the idea, but strangely enough when I looked over at her to see her reaction, see seemed quite calm. If anything, calmer than when the doctor had started talking.
“I see,” mom replied. “Well, Dr Taylor, I am so pleased to have chosen you as our doctor, as I can see your approach to treatment is very ‘hands on’ as you put it, and you have the best interests of the patient at heart, even if the treatments are slightly unusual. I’m also glad that you are so frank with us in your explaining the situation, and offering an alternative solution. I shall have to think this all over, as it is quite a lot to take in. But at least we know what’s wrong with poor Jacob,” mom paused, looking at me, “And how best we might be able to help him.” Mom smiled back at the doctor now, clearly much less tense and more relaxed in her chair.
Mom’s reaction surprised me and my dick was still snaking around in my pants at the thought of all these suggestions. I was trying to hide it by holding my hands over my crotch!
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor beaming back at mom. “I’m so glad we have an understanding.”
Then looking at me, Dr Taylor said, ” I hope you will feel comfortable with the suggested treatment Jacob and not feel shy. I’m sure you will appreciate it.” I thought I detected a glint in her eyes as she spoke to me.
I decide to play all innocent and I piped up, “Er…yes…. sure Dr Taylor, anything that helps me get over my problem.” Then, feeling a little braver and to add a touch of spice to the conversation, so that Dr Taylor might perhaps think I was more of a man than she knew, I added, “It has been quite nice and relieving at times when mom has been helping me, so I’m sure help in other ways from mom and from other ladies might be good too.”
I definitely saw a sparkle in the doctor’s eyes this time as I spoke, and my dick twitched again.
“Very good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Now, Marge, you have a think about what I’ve said and let me know how you might want to proceed. And remember this is all completely confidential between us only.”
“Thank you, Dr Taylor,” replied mom.
“Now, before you go today, I do need just one final test to perform which is to take a fresh sample of semen from Jacob. Once the treatment I’ve just suggested to you has been started I will also have to take fresh semen samples twice a week as we monitor progress through regular semen tests and blood tests. You no longer have to take daily cum measurements from Jacob now. Is that ok?”
I felt relieved we didn’t have to use the semen beaker at home again, but I think I must have not been listening properly to the first part of what the doctor had said as mom asked, “You mean you would like a sample now from Jacob?” and looking a little perturbed again.
“Yes. That shouldn’t be a problem should it? Do you feel you can provide me with one Jacob?”
“Er.. yes,” I said..” I guess so.” The truth was, aside from being semi hard already, hearing what the doctor had suggested, my balls were aching a bit, and cumming was just what I needed, as I’d only cum once that morning with mom helping me.
“Good,” replied Dr Taylor. “Excuse me one moment.”
Dr Taylor picked up the phone and said, “Cynthia, as Mrs Addiington and Jacob are the last patients for the day, and it’s almost 5pm, you can go home now. I won’t be needing your assistance further today.”
I realised Cynthia must have been the name of the hot looking receptionist. Dr Taylor listened to a reply and then said,. “That’s right, we’ll be fine. Have a nice evening – bye,” and put the phone down.
“Right, would you like to follow me to my inner consulting room?” Dr Taylor got up and beckoned us to follow.
I had not noticed another door in the doctor’s room on the first visit, but the doctor led us to the far side of the room where there was indeed another door. She opened it and we all went in. The doctor then closed the door and bolted it from the inside. “I like to make sure we have absolute privacy,” she said. “Welcome to my inner consulting room. This is where I see clients who have sexual issues or problems of various sorts, and I try to counsel them and help them resolve these issues.”
As I looked around the room I noticed it had a much more cosy and informal feel to it compared to the doctors main consulting room. This was more homely and even intimate. There were matching lampshades, a luxurious beige carpet with a large roomy leather sofa and a separate sofa chair. At one end of the room a very comfortable looking milky chocolate coloured leather bound couch/examination table was placed in the centre space so you could walk around it, where I guessed people could lie down. There was also a door to another room attached to this one!
As I entered the room, for some reason my hard on had gone down completely. Perhaps it was the thought of what I might have to do in front of the doctor, rather than in private with mom, which is what I was used to.
“Now, Marge, I’ve brought you in here too because I thought it would be better if you might like to help your son produce his semen sample, like you have been doing at home. I would like to watch and assist if you wouldn’t mind so I can make sure everything is in order from a physiological point of view. Is that ok with you both?”
“I guess so,” said mom, but I could see she was a little embarrassed.
I just nodded.
“Now Jacob, see that door — that goes to a bathroom. I’d like you to be nice and clean, so would you like to take off your pants and underwear in there, leave your t-shirt on, and give yourself a good wash of your privates, wrap yourself in a towel, and then come back out here.
I nodded again and walked over to the bathroom door.
Dr Taylor asked mom to sit down and offered her a soft drink. “Jacob before you go, would you like a drink too?”
“Just water is fine,” I said.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Fuck! I couldn’t believe this was happening!
The bathroom was very nicely fitted with a bath and separate shower cubicle, and luxury tiles on the walls and floor. Next to the wash basin were a number of cream coloured towels of different sizes.
I took off my trousers and boxer shorts and gave my dick and balls a good wash using a small towel and soap. Then I rinsed myself off by wetting another small towel, and finally dried myself using a larger one. The large one was big enough to go around my waist, so I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into the room where Dr Taylor and mom were waiting.
“Excellent,” said Dr Taylor as she saw me come in. I took a sip of my water which she handed me in a glass. “Please lie down on the couch over there, and we’ll join you. Keep your towel over you for now.”
I did as instructed. My dick was completely soft now – my earlier arousal had completely gone!
I lay down on the couch, which was in the centre area of the end of the room so that people could walk around it, with my t-short still on, and the towel covering me from below. The couch was very comfortable and had a high back so as I lay there I could almost sit up. Mom and Dr Taylor came over.
Dr Taylor was holding a semen-measuring beaker like the one she had given us to take home.
“Just relax now Jacob. I’ll just ask your mom to take a sample like she does at home.”
Dr Taylor then lowered the head end of the couch a little so as I was lying, my back was about at 30 degrees, and I could relax my back and head.
“Right Marge, just do whatever you normally do to get the sample from Jacob at home. I assume you masturbate his penis into the beaker?”
“Er.. yes, that’s right,” said mom, not giving much away.
Mom stood on one side of me and Dr Taylor stood on the other as I lay on the couch.
Mom pulled the towel way from my crotch and legs to reveal my dick. I was now naked from the waist down. I could sense Dr Taylor looking at me dick intently.
Mom started to stroke my dick to try to get some life into it.
I was still limp. And I thought I should say something about that.
“Sorry, I think maybe because I’m in a strange place, I’m not worked up enough just yet,” I said truthfully.
“Marge, do you provide any stimulation for your son? For example, do you let him touch you?”
Mom hesitated for a moment. I could sense she was unsure just how much to let on. Then she said. “Well sometimes I do. I let him touch my bottom and sometimes my breasts too, as that can help him to cum quicker.”
“Well don’t let me stop you then. Just do what you normally do,” said Dr Taylor encouragingly.
Mom turned her ass towards me a little and I started to caress it through her skirt. My dick responded a little, but I was still not really getting properly hard.
“I think perhaps you need some more stimulation,” said Dr Taylor, after watching this for a few minutes, and seeing I was still not getting properly hard. “Tell me Marge, do you let Jacob see you partly undressed?”
I knew mom was fighting her feelings not to tell the doctor too much, but to my surprise at her openness she finally said “Well as you been so frank and open with us doctor, I will also be honest with you and say yes. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. But I would always wear some panties to cover my crotch area,” she added, lying. She obviously didn’t feel comfortable to reveal any more just yet!
“Well, may I suggest you remove your top and skirt in that case so Jacob can be properly stimulated? I think he does need more help, poor thing,” said Dr Taylor sympathetically.
Mom stopped wanking me and started to unbutton her white blouse. She then took it off, revealing a white full cup bra underneath. Then, she unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing quite conservative white panties underneath which didn’t reveal much of the flesh of her ass. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the sofa with her blouse.
She was now wearing just her white panties and bra with black medium height heels. She came back over to me, and not looking at Dr Taylor, perhaps to avoid eye contact because of how she was now dressed in front of me, pulled her panties into her ass crack partly, so as to make her ass look more sexy, and then began stroking my dick again.
“That’s quite a nice touch, to make you look more stimulating,” said Dr Taylor pointing to what mom had done with her panties in pushing the fabric into her ass crack.
“Well, he does like bottoms a lot, so he tells me,” replied mom, to my surprise, revealing one of my likes.
“Well that’s quite natural,” said Dr Taylor smiling at me.
I started stroking mom’s ass again, which was now looking much more alluring, but Dr Taylor looking on at me from one side was not helping my erection still.
I think the doctor noticed my discomfort.
“I think we need to do something else here if we are to get you going young man,” she said. “I did say I was the type of sexual counsellor who believes in a hands on approach, so what I can do if you like is to stand nearer you Jacob, and you may also touch my bottom lightly through the material of my skirt, as you like bottoms so much. Are you ok with that Marge?”
“Er…yes sure,” replied mom.
Dr Taylor removed her white coat to reveal surprisingly low cut beige blouse and dark brown knee length skirt underneath. She came and stood next to me about level with my chest so my right hand could reach her ass. She was much rounder in shape than mom, and more of a bubble butt, I noticed, despite her chubbiness.
“Now don’t be shy young man, you can squeeze and feel my bottom as you like whilst your mom does her bit.”
I couldn’t quite believe this was happening. With my left hand I was feeling up mom’s ass cheeks as she stood in her underwear to my left and with my other hand I was stoking Dr Taylor’s ass through the material of her skirt as she stood to my right!
My dick started to become hard and responsive finally, although I still felt a little awkward.
Dr Taylor placed the semen beaker on the couch so mom could get hold of it in time.
Then to my surprise mom said. “Dr Taylor I hope you won’t mind, but I’m going remove my bra so Jacob can see my boobs. That normally does the trick at home.”
“Well, I am glad to hear you have such an informal arrangement,” replied Dr Taylor looking more pleased now.
Mom unclasped her bra and threw it on the sofa. Her glorious, full, melon like globes with large brown areole came into full view. Mom’s thick nipples looked exceedingly tempting and suckable.
“And I must say you have a very fine pair of boobs,” said Dr Taylor seeing them in their glory.
“Thank you.”
Before going back to working on my dick mom lent over my face so her boobs were in reach of my mouth. I don’t think she had planned to do this but just did it instinctively. Seeing this, Dr Taylor said, “And I see you let him suck you too. Excellent! That should really do the trick. Look!”
Dr Taylor pointed at my dick, which was now fully hard, as I had taken mom’s juicy tit into my mouth as she let her boobs fall over and stroke my face, and she saw it’s full length and hardness now for the first time. “Jacob, you do have a fine erection. I am going to call it a cock if you don’t mind, as I think it is easier to help you to cum if we use more common words.”
Dr Taylor keenly looked at my hard on, and licked her lips, and I could see she wanted to touch it. “Can I make a suggestion?” she said.
“Go on,” said mom.
“How about if you stand over Jacob like you are and let him play and suck on your fine boobs, and I collect the semen sample? It may make things easier,” said Dr Taylor.
“Sounds ok to me, ” said mom. “You ok with that Jacob?”
I nodded. It would be good to have another woman’s hands on my dick.
I was started to feel much more relaxed being in the doctor’s presence now, as she seemed to be enjoying what we were doing too. She moved over to my left where mom had been standing and mom came over to the right of me, still leaning over me slightly so I could suck and play with her boobs or ass with one hand.
Mr Taylor started to wank me. The feel of her hand on my dick was quite exquisite and her technique arousing. She was clearly an expert in this from the way she was stroking me!
My dick was now at full stretch, but I did not feel like cumming just yet.
“May I touch your bottom again Dr Taylor?” I said, feeling brave.
Without saying anything, Dr Taylor angled her ass back at me so I could reach it, and I started to grope at her fleshy ass cheeks through he material of her skirt.
“That’s right. Feel my ass young man and cum for me,” said Dr Taylor as she continued to wank me, whilst I felt up her butt.
At that moment I would have loved it if either mom or Dr Taylor had given my dick a quick suck. But I did not feel brave enough to go so far as to suggest that.
Mom then surprised me again by saying, “Let me use my boobs on his cock for a moment. That should do it finally.”
Mom moved down the couch a little so she was now opposite to Dr Taylor a who let go of my dick, and let mom wank me with her boobs as she held them tightly around my prick and moved up and down.
Dr Taylor looked on pleasingly. “I’m so glad to see you are so free with each other in this way,” she said.
Seeing mom do what she was doing to me in front of the doctor triggered something off inside my head, and I started to get extremely aroused now at the idea of mom sexually pleasuring me in front of someone. I’d gone from being very shy about it initially, to now getting really turned on by it, and I felt the cum rise in my balls.
“I’m gonna’ cum in a minute if you carry on like that,” I said out loud.
Mom continued wanking me between her fleshy tit mounds for another minute or so and then stopped and let Dr Taylor take over. The doctor grabbed the semen beaker in one hand and started pumping my dick hard up and down. She was just in time as after just few strokes I came, gushing into the semen beaker.
“Ahhhhh..AHH…OOOOOHHH,” I shouted out as I came, jerking my hips upwards several times as I did so.
Dr Taylor continued to expertly hold my cock and pump me until my cum waves subsided and she’d collected all my cum in the beaker. I pushed my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the high of my orgasm as the doctor’s hand still held my dick, and mom stood topless, wearing just her panties, next to her. Fuck, that was so good!

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Fantasy

Afternoon Delight With Brooke

This is my first submitted story….Please feel free to comment and critisize.
On Saturday I went to see my naughty friend Brooke, arriving at her house I saw that no one else was home. Upon entering I could hear the shower running, making my way quietly down the hall to the bathroom I am thinking of getting a quick peek at the very least or maybe joining her. Silently opening the door I can see her thru the shower stall doors slowly washer her long red hair. Finishing with her hair, I stand and watch as she soaps up and starts washing first her nice big tits with big silver dollar nipples. She begins washing lower and the rest of her body, bending over to wash her legs almost pushing her sweet ass up agnist the shower stall glass. With a rising cock, I begin undressing noiselessly to avoid her knowing that I am there. Just as I about to open the shower stall and join her I see a ruined pair of pantyhose next to the trash can, picking them up I rip each leg off and with a devilish grin I silently open the farthest away shower door and step inside. Coming up behind her I cover her eyes with one hand and whisper “Hi sexy, I’m here to lick, suck, and fuck you to multiple orgasms”. Using one of the ripped off legs I blindfold her with her own pantyhose, keeping her facing the shower head I then place both her hands on the wall in front of her. Looping the other torn leg around the shower head pipe I tie her hands at each end allowing some movement but not too much. Turning her towards me I grip the back of her neck with my right hand I pull her to me for a kiss. My tongue caressing her lips before parting them and curling upwards and licking the inside of her upper lip. Parting her teeth I begin a duel with her tongue that leaves us both breathless. Left hand dragging fingernails up and down her back, across her stomach never going lower…always teasing her. Lower my mouth to her chin I begin kissing and nibbling my way first to her left ear then along her soft throat to her right ear. Down along her collarbone to the middle of her chest licking and kissing. Grabbing her wrists I push her hands to the wall as I suck a hickey in the middle of her chest. Biting my way over to her nipple I just bite down hard enough for her to suck in breath thru clenched teeth. Taking her other nipple in between my thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling as I go lower and suck on her succulent underboob hearing her moan as on one side she feels a little pain and on the other nothing but pleasure. Knowing that I will be out of her reach I sink to my knees kissing down her stomach to just above her excited pussy. Lifting her left leg and placing her foot on the soap holder I open her thighs and press my nose agnist her overheated crotch. Starting with my nose nearly in her asscrack I slowly pull myself forward drinking in her intoxicating scent before I kiss her left thigh almost at the junction of her crotch. Feeling her jerk a little bit at the touch of my lips I stick out my tongue tip and drag my tongue down a hair width away from her sweet pussylips down around her taint and up the other side before biting her right thigh at almost the same spot I kissed on her left. Sliding my tongue back to her taint, I flatten my tongue out and take a long swiping lick up her tasty tight hole, curling my tongue just at the end I manage to split open her stuck together nether lips, up to her clit which I begin to circle without actually touching her lil man in da boat.
After about the 3rd trip around her clit with her hips trying to push her clit into my mouth I center on her clit and using my teeth to lift the small amount of skin covering it, suckle the whole area into my mouth as I gently bite down and flick my tongue across the tasty treat in my mouth. Feeling her hips shudder in response to my manipulation of her clit, I slide my hands up one going to her ass and the thumb pressing agnist her tight puckered pink rosebud and the other hand sliding my middle finger deep into her clutching fuck flower. Feeling her lips agnsit my forefinger and ring finger as I slowly begin to twist and slide my fuckfinger in and out of her tight hot pussy, as my mouth suckles on her clit as a baby would on its momma’s nipple. I can feel and hear her sweet hot nectar begin to coat my finger and make squishing noises as my finger continues to move in and out at a slow pace. Letting her hard clit go with a pop I then begin to take long slow cat licks from my finger tasting her fuck juices up to her clit as I curl my finger and make a “come hither” motion that really causes her hips to jerk and buck agnist my face. Almost too soon I can tell from her labored breathing that she is gonna cum all over my tongue and fingers, along with her velvety tight rear entrance winking agnist my playful thumb I know she will soon be in the throes of an orgasm and I will have to hold her up when her legs give way. Just as my thumb presses in and enters her grasping tight ass, I hear her groan “oh fuck” and can feel her hot slick nectar pour around my fingers as her the waves of her orgasm overtake her and I straighten out my finger and press it agnist her cervix, I can feel every wave come crashing outward with another flow of sticky wet cum as I take and grip her ass in my hands to help support her weakening knees. Holding her agnist the shower wall I keep licking around my finger tasting her sweet juices as her orgasm begins to subside.
Allowing her a few moments of reprieve and making sure she can stand on her own two feet, I take and pull the loop of pantyhose over the shower head. Opening the shower stall door I pull her out of the shower by her pantyhose bound wrist. Forcing her to her knees I slap first her left
cheek and then her right with my hard cock. Keeping her hands above her head by holding onto the pantyhose I feel her begin to pinch and play with my nipples as she pulls her head back and searches out my cock with her tongue. Watching as she finds my swollen cockhead and opens her mouth to
accept and suck on my hardness. Letting go of the pantyhose I feel her begin to scratch and claw her way down my chest, along my stomach and down my thighs, before her right hand drags her fingernails over my sensitive taint causing me to thrust my cock deeper in her mouth as she caresses and
plays with my cum filled shaven balls. Feeling her silky lips slowly glide up and down my throbbing shaft, I watch as my saliva coated shaft comes to light from her sucking mouth, glistening in the bathroom lights, as I feel her running her playful tongue all around my cockhead before she again
impales my shaft into her mouth and my swollen head enters her throat.
Gripping her amber hair in my hands I pull her suckling mouth from my cock. I grab the pantyhose connecting her wrists and wind it around the sink faucet and water handles bending her over at the waist. Standing behind her bent over body I let my cock rest where it may which is across her
slick ass crack. Bending my knees slightly I bring my cock between her thighs; the upper ward curve of my cock follows her fuck crevice almost to a T. I begin to saw my cock back and forth along her pussy, ending with my cockhead pressed agnsit her hard clit; reaching down I pull my cockshaft
away from her and along it to slap back up agnist her, sending chills and shivers thru her body. Rocking back on my heels, my cockhead drags thru her pussylips searching for her opening. Splitting her nether lips apart, my cockhead finds her cum slick entrance; pressing into her I feel her tight opening spreading to accommodate my rigid cock. With her slick silky lips just enveloping my throbbing head I can watch in the mirror and feel her hips begin to move in small circles trying to swallow more of my cock. Holding back I only allow her a small amount of my cock, still teasing her I want her to almost beg for my cock to be buried deep inside her. Reaching around her hips I begin to play with her swollen clit, flicking my fingertips across it like strumming a banjo. Feeling her body shudder under my stimulation, I rock forward onto the balls of my feet burying my cock deep inside her clenching pussy and lifting her onto her tippy toes as I nearly slam her head into the mirror. Resting for a second balls deep inside her
I take and drag my fingernails from her heaving shoulders down along her spine to her sweet ass. Lifting her right leg and placing her knee on counter I can watch in the mirror as my cock slowly appears from deep inside her clutching tight hole. Glistening in the vanity lights I ram my cock back
into her just to slowly drag it back out. Over and over I do this ramming inside her and slowly dragging back out, letting her feel my mushroomed helmet sliding along her sensitive slick channel. Reaching up I take and remove the pantyhose blindfold from her eyes. Dragging my cock back out
from her spasming pussy, I look up and lock eyes with her. Watching her facial expressions as we fuck is almost as erotic as fucking her. Grabbing a handful of red hair I pull her back and kiss her, hearing her rip apart the pantyhose holding her wrists I feel her pinching my nipple and clawing my ass with her long fingernails. Locking eyes again I watch as her hand reaches lower and cupping my cum filled balls I feel her raking my sack with her nails, making me shiver. I hear her tell me to fill her pussy full of cum, to cum deep inside her and push her over the edge again.
With my balls sucked up tight agnist my cock base I thrust deep inside her, cock swelling as the first spurt of jism erupts from my cockhead bathing her cervix with my seed, pulling back slightly as she begins to clutch and orgasm around my cock the second jet coats the inside of her walls. Thrusting
deeply again the next 2 spurts bang weakly agnist her womb. I pull out slowly laying my cock along the soft crack of her ass as the last bit of cum bubbles out of my cock painting her tight pink rosebud with a dollop of man juice that I take and rub in watching her clutch and spasm in her orgasm as
her asscheeks squeeze and massage my softening cock. Leaning over and kissing her shoulders I raise up nibbling on her ear and whispering “I think we both need a shower now.” Of course we play around some more in the shower before climbing into bed and having even more fun…but that is for another story.

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The Boy Who Lived Down The Street(Part Nine)

Ok, so I asked for your opinion on how to finsh this part to whether tell you what she says or to have them have sex but no answered so if you don’t like the end of this part then I’m sorry. And thank again for all the nice comments you guys left me, and thier is one more part to this story and then thats it I won’t continue it because I already have another story I want to start putting up here. Hope you enjoy this part (:

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the creators chapter 3 (rewritten)

Authors note: this is the rewrite to chapter 3 sorry about chapter 2 double post. As always this story contains themes some people not like such as young, incest, mind control and possibly bestiality down the road. Thank you for reading my series thus far nothing much has changed in this chapter just a few word changes and some extra dialogue. thank you and enjoy and previously stated in the original chapter 3 there will be no sex in this or the next chapter so I can develop my characters and story more.
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CHAPTER 3 rewrite
I woke up the next morning to a soft sort of mewing sound behind me. Groggy but curious I turn my head to see my sister sleeping next to me in bed; I guess she must have sneaked in with me last night while I was sleeping. Not wanting to wake her beautiful sleeping form I slowly slipped out of bed trying as best as I could to not make a lot of noise.
I stripped off my clothes as I got to the bathroom desperately needing a shower after all that happened yesterday I was sweaty sticky and just tense as hell. I started up the shower waiting a few moments for the water to heat up. when it was finally ready I stepped in and felt the warm water run along my body slowly waking me up from my stiff zombie like state. As I stood there I thought about the past two days and all the events that had happened. The car, me and sis ending up together, the floating bottles the man who claims to be my father and claims I have powers of my own, the doctors and the doctor with the missing eye who I refer to as the white Russian and my escape from the hospital.
All the stress had hit me like a brick I fell to the floor of the shower from the stress the past two days I didn’t have time to think about what was going on it just happened but here I had all the time in the world to think. I began to worry as thoughts flew through my brain a mile a minute “ The doctors have my address they have to there’s no way I could have been admitted to the hospital last night without my mother filling it out. They’ll come for me and my family to get me wont they and they’ll also…” my mind kept shooting out worry after worry.
After I pulled myself off the floor and got out of the shower. I dried myself off and draped the towel around my waist as I walked over to my room to get dressed. When I entered my room my sister was no longer there asleep on my bed. “ huh she must have gotten up and went back to her room” I said to myself. Just then I noticed a little note on my pillow kinda like they leave in hotels. I thought maybe it was something cute my sister set but as I read it I realized it was the exact opposite of my cute angel of a sister and more like the devil of the man from yesterday. The man I wont ever recognize as my father.
The letter stated:
“Hey kid thought I surprise you with this letter but I’m guessing your just getting angry ahahaha” not kidding he really wrote “ahahaha” “ I noticed your little brain over there working overtime with worry so to burn out your fears I went a head and deleted all known information on you throughout the entire hospitals networks I even went as far as to erase a few doctors memories but I might have gone a bit far with that one now those poor poor doctors don’t even remember they have a family to go home to hahaha” seriously he wrote the laughing. “just remember don’t be getting to emotional there you might just blow up literally! I must go now bye~~~”
“asshole” I muttered under my breath when suddenly more words started to fade onto the paper.
“P.S. I sent you a little gift it should be there shortly” and that was all it said I wondered about the “gift” he sent I had a feeling it will be dangerous, but I did finally calm down my worries slipped off of me as I read the note; the feeling of knowing my family was safe was a huge weight off my shoulders.
I walked out to the bedroom hallway which immediately connected to the kitchen as I stepped into the kitchen I saw my mother leaning over the sink doing the dishes with an odd sort of beautiful finesse. the light from the kitchen window illuminating her beautiful face. Strands of hair draping down the side of her face just for her to reach back and tuck it behind her ear. I just don’t know what it is about women that makes there every action so perfect and beautiful totally lost in her image for the moment forgetting about where I was momentarily.
As I came out of my trance from my mother I gave a weak “m-mom” she heard me luckily and turned my way.
“oh sorry honey I didn’t see you there give me just one minute” she said while turning off the sink and drying her hands.
She hopped over to me and gave me a hug like usual, and as usual her face pressing right into my crotch but the look on her face seem to say she didn’t even notice. She had a big grin on her face as she asked me “do you need something sweety?”
“yeah actually mom I want to know what happened with my father.” I said with a stern strait face as I looked her in the eyes.
She visibly took a step back by this question “Y-your father!? Sweety why would you wanna know about that?”
“i just think its time for me to hear about what happened it’s alright if you don’t wanna tell me though”
she was quiet for a few minutes then suddenly sighed “i guess I would have to tell you one of these days why not today then I guess”
“are you sure I know it must be hard to talk about it”.
“no its fine I knew this would happen someday I just wasn’t expecting today”
I nod my head letting her know I understand and she takes her time trying to figure out the words she wants to say.
“I’m sure you know about the base details of it like the fact that when I was 8 years old I met a man and some say he raped me I still don’t to this day but we did have sex and I was impregnated by this man and gave birth to you and your sister. I’m sure you know all this already correct?”
“yes I do” I simply stated
“well there’s a bit more to the story than just the base facts to this story. On the day that I met your father it was a bright and sunny day in spring the birds chirping the bugs humming along and I was none the wiser about the world. I was walking home from school that day when suddenly it felt like something was calling to me. My body on its own began to move to god knows
where.
When I finally stopped moving I don’t remember the name of the place but it was this old motel the place looked like it hadn’t been clean in years the floors were this disgusting mix of yellow tiles and mold in fact I think every wall of the place had mold on it.
As I stood there unable to move I felt a hand on my shoulder I tried to look but my head was stuck in place all I could see was what I later figured out to be a trench coat my body suddenly started moving along with him as we walked up to the counter.
“i would like to order a room for one night for me and my daughter” the man said to the clerk.
I stood there unable to speak only nod as the clerk looked over the counter to see me. As we entered the room I felt even more fear flow through my body at the thought that I didn’t know what the man wanted to do. I started shaking in fear then he knelt down and that’s when I saw your fathers face. The best way to describe your father would be that he looked young but had a thick face but was pretty skinny his hair and beard were both bright orange and he looked very dirty almost like he had been in a fight or was rolling around in mud for days strait he wore a long trench coat that looked worn and old like as if had it for a while. He had tears running down his face and he was apologizing profusely saying things like “I’m sorry this has to be done please forgive me” over and over again while moving me over to the hotel bed. I knew at this point your father wasn’t a bad person. He then proceeded to have intercourse with me.
When he finished he left the room still apologizing just as much even more actually and then he was gone. Jump to nine months later and there you guys are being born, the happiest day of my life.
Once everybody had left the room that’s when I saw your father a second time.
“wait dad was in the hospital with you!?” I said shocked at this
“yup he came right over and sat down next to me he was quiet for the longest time as he tried to think of the words to say then guess what”
“what?” I asked curiously
“out of nowhere you started crying in my arms you actually got your father to smile and made us both laugh”
“hes got a good voice I can tell he’ll be a fine man someday” your father said very proudly
“look I wanted to apologize for putting this heavy burden on you I know right now you wont understand but in the future there will be things to happen some behind the shadows but many out open to the world for all to see and our son will be there to guide it all this great change to the world I can feel it” he smiled while wiping a tear from his eyes “just one more thing” I looked at him curiously “what?”
“may I please have a picture with my kids”
“and that’s how my story ends please excuse me for a bit I’m just getting emotional nothing to worry about.”
I let mom walk away I knew she would be fine shes strong. I had a lot to think about now the man she described in the story sounds nothing like the man I met they sound like polar opposites to be honest. I decided worrying wouldn’t help right now and that I should just relax. I sat down on my couch and started watching an episode of an anime called sword art online on my T.V. When about halfway through the episode I hear a knock at the door.
I slowly opened the door revealing a fiery beauty at my door and man she was hot. Think my tongue fell out of my jaw. She was this short redheaded girl bright red almost like a fire. her face was round and she wore heavy eye liner just the right amount to make her look incredible. then her body My god her body her ass was amazing I could already tell just by looking at her front, and her tits they were amazing I gotta say E’s at least she was wearing these tight jeans and an equally tight black tank top that complimented her huge breasts nicely its like she left home this morning and made sure that every man she walked by had an instant hard-on.
By the time I realized I was staring to much I readjusted my self and held out my hand “hi I’m Ale…” she walked right past me ignoring me completely as she sat down on my couch. I was surprised to say the least I mean she just walked into my house and sat down on my couch like it was nothing.
“Awesome! I love SAO” she said as if she didn’t just barge in here but honestly I wasn’t complaining.
Its not every day you got a hot girl on you couch watching anime. I move behind her just as the episode ends and clear my throat loudly. She turns around and stares at me intensely “yeah what do ya want” she says with a temper.
“What do you mean what do I want you enter my house, watch my anime so I’d really like to know why your here” I said starting to get angry myself.
“your old man sent me” she said making me have even more questions.
“what do you mean he sent you?”
“didn’t you get the note he said he would tell you I was coming”
all the note said was a gift was coming… wait a second does he mean her! Shes the gift!
“why would he send you for what reason?”
“fer god sakes you’re loud shut up for a sec god damn he sent me cause I’m supposed to train you” she said while scratching the back of her head in an annoyed manner.
“train me? Train me in what?”
“magic dumb ass what else would there be? cause he obviously didn’t train you in fashion sense” she said while looking over my closes which was just an outfit I threw together at the last moment. I felt myself getting more angry at her here she comes barging in sits on my couch and then starts critiquing me on my fashion.
“magic? What magic?” I said while remembering the time in the hospital with that man when he stopped all my movements completely.
“ugh do you ever shut up you’re given me a headache goddamn it I know what kid of training you need !” she flick up her hand and out of nowhere a pencil flew up into the air and then suddenly flew at my head .I quickly dodged it before it hit me, and when I looked back half the pencil was imbedded deep in the wall.
“H-HOLY SHIT!! Jesus lady you trying to kill me. for fucks sake how the fuck did you do that” I screamed
“like I said with MAGIC retard you know for someone who’s race is the strongest there is you sure don’t know shit”

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The new pattio deck

What a delightfuly fun day I have had today.
For the last 2 weeks they have been replacing the pattio decks on all the apartments in the complex where I live, and today was my turn to get a new deck.
As it turned out, today was 98 degrees, so to stay cool I only wore a pair of very revealing thong panties. Still, because of the heat I was very sweaty and just dripping wet. So I opened the curtons for the big glass patio and opened the sliding door to let some of the air inside.
Well, there were 4 big man on my patio getting ready to tear it down and replace it with all new wood. I just told them not to mind me, it is just so hot I have to have some freash are into the apartment. After looking me up and down a couple times, they assured me that it would be no problem as long as I didn’t venture out onto the patio where they were working.
Not wanting to be a bother, I just sat in a chair facing the patio area, watching them work. And to be sure they were watching me as well. There were 2 black guys, a mexican and a white guy.
One of the black men asked if he could bother me for a glass of water, as it was very hot. I just told him it was no bother at all, but that he might want to come into the kitchen area with me and I would get him a cold soda.
As soon as we were in the kichen I opened the frig and bent over, exposing my ass for his pleasure. I could feel his hands exploring my ass and inner-thighs. When I didn’t protest he started fingering my cunt. Sticking 2 fingers into my sopping wet cunt and his thumb into my ass, moving them in and out slowly, listening to me moan in pleasure at his touch.
I turned around and took his big hand into mine and moved his fingers that had been inside me to my lips and started sucking on them. I then slowly lowered myself down his body untill my face was looking at his cock bulging in his pants. As I lowered the zipper and stuck my hand inside his pants, I was looking up so he could see my face just inches from his cock.
When my hand found his cock my mouth opened and I sucked my breath in and wispered My God. he just looked down at me and chuckeled a little. Go on he said, you’ll like it.
I pulled it out at just staired at the monster cock before me for a few moments. Then I started sucking it into my mouth, but it was so big I could only take about half into my mouth at first, that was when he grabbed my head and started fucking my face, driving his monster cock ever deeper into thye back of my throat untill I was litterely gagging and choaking on it. But I loved every second of his brutle thrusting into my mouth and throat.
After about a minute of this he gave me a breather and looked around to see the other three watching us, so I waved them to come inside and join us. It didn’t take long for them to get inside and get their clothes off and start thrusting their cocks in the direction of my face and mouth. I was only to happy to oblige them by sucking their cocks as well.
The first man with the monster cock was now laying on the floor with his head between my thighs, licking my cunt and clit with his bid tongue. One of the other men was sucking my nipples and I was very turned on by this time, so I just kept sucking cock, which ever happened to be nearest my willing mouth.
They kept this up for several minutes untill I came with sudders and spasoms on the black mans face. Fuck me, Fuck me, I want your big cock inside my cunt now, please fuck me. I must have sounded insane, ranting that I wanted his cock inside my cunt like that, but I was so turned on and still feeling the waves of pleasure washing over me that I didn’t care. I just wanted his cock inside me, and I wanted inside my cunt NOW!
Within a few seconds he was holding me on top of his sweaty body, driving his cock in and out of my cunt. I felt so good that I was thrusting my hips back and down onto that big cock, trying to take as much of it into my cunt as I could.
The other 3 were watching me getting fucked by this huge black cock, but I wanted more. So I told them to take turnes fucking my face, and in seconds a cock was thrust between my lips and into my mouth.
How increadible, feeling my cunt being pounded by this big cock, and 3 others fucking my face. Finaly I heard one of them saying, I going to cum, so I quickly took his cock into my mouth and was rewarded with a big load of cum. Mmmmmmmmm . . .
nice and thick, just the way I like it, filling my mouth with cum, tasting it on my tongue.
The other 2 wanted to cum on my face, so I told them to go for it, and looked up at them smiling and begging for their cum loads all over my face. They started jacking their cocks off right in my face and soon was spewing loads of cum on my face for their pleasure.
Just then the big black man fucking my cunt groans and thrusts his cock deep into my cunt and starts pumping cum into me. I could tell he was through cumming, because his back was no longer arching and his body started to relax, so I slipped his cock out of my cunt and started sucking it into my mouth, tasting his cum and my cunt juices on his cock. I could feel his cum running down my legs, so I reached back and caught as much of his cum as I could in the palm of my hand, then licked it off the palm of my hand with my tongue as they all watched.
Before they got dressed I had them stand around me so I could suck on theit soft cocks some more, which was a suprise to them that I would want to do that. I just told them that I just love having a cock in my mouth, soft or hard. they all smiled and laughed a little and told to to suck away, as they actually enjoyed watching me sucking their cocks and playing with theit soft cocks with my tongue.
After they all got dressed one of them looked at his watch and swore a little. When I asked what was wrong he told me that they would never be able to finish my deck today, and would have to come back tomorrow and finish it up. I just looked at them and smiled, then asked if that was really going to be a problem? They looked at each other, looked at me, then laughed and assured me it would not be a problem.
I am so very much looking forward to tomorrow, when they cum back to finish my deck.
Love and kisses on all your hard cocks . . . Sandi

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Fantasy

The Chalkline

The Chalk Line
a story
by
LePhantom
© 1997
They had met online, in a chat room. He had been attracted by her quiet manner and sent her a rose as an introduction. They instantly formed a bond. Their casual flirting led to deeper discussions of movies and favorite scents, erotic things, sensuality… It blossomed, the next day they found themselves searching, finding each other every time they signed on…
They talked of lives and loves, of things funny and sad… They shared a kiss… tender and gentle, deepening quickly to an almost unmanageable passion… Neither were completely new… neither were completely experienced… Their passions deepened…. they exchanged words of love… both knowing that a meeting in the real world could never happen… both knowing that this was not the first time they had met.
Each time they met, it started the same way… a casual conversation, a sweet word, a gentle affirmation… Then without warning, a single spark flared in one or the other… The touches became real… felt as strongly as if they had been together… Their passions grew with each meeting… Their knowledge of each others likes and dislikes became deeper than any real life lover… They talked and wrote… exchanging stories of erotic days and nights… no fantasy was to small or menial… Finally, they could hold back no longer… with shaking hands he typed his phone number into the computer… “When?” she typed back. “Now” he replied and she disappeared from his screen… Panic set in… had he insulted her? The phone rang, exploding in the quiet… “Hello,” he whispered, afraid to find it wasn’t her. Laughter tinkled softly across the lines and he recognized her… she sounded exactly as she typed… They talked slowly, each learning about the other, each wanting to continue… neither wanting to move. Their voices became soft, barely a whisper… both knew they were only a word away… They met back online… unable to continue without crossing the bounds… they talked of it… each knowing that the next time… it would happen.
They made love many times over the next few months, sometimes online sometimes on the phone… never knowing exactly when it would happen… a word… a sigh… sometime openly stated… sometimes cloaked in vague innuendo… the times together became more and more intense… he teased her about mailing him photographs of her… it became a game of wills each trying to guide the other into a corner. they had exchanged pictures, he knew what she looked like but he didn’t know what she “looked” like underneath all the clothing, he knew her lingerie well enough to have favorite pieces. He knew the colors and the designs. He could picture in his mind the way her fingers looked as they caressed her nipples or gently slipped inside the elastic of her bikini panties. Still he could only imagine.
One day, she called him… excitement ringing in her laughter… words pouring out… quick and staccato… like verbal IM’s.. She was coming to his city… “Could we meet.” she asked, “After all, we are friends as well as lovers.” “We should be able to meet… to speak face to face just one time…” to actually watch each others eyes move… No sex, they agreed, They were just going to look at each other, talk to each other once, in person, so that they could say they had done so.
He went to the registration desk at the hotel and asked for the envelope waiting for him, in it was the key card to her room. His powers of concentration were nonexistent.. His mind wandered ahead of him… to the room upstairs… he felt the same familiar stirring that he got every time he signed on and saw her name… He tried to concentrate on the events as they unfolded… not on what lay ahead… This was just a casual meeting between friends… no sex… no kisses…
The elevator crept upwards gaining slowly on her floor… A short walk down the hall… the key card slipped into the slot, and the door swung slowly open… He caught the first faint smells of vanilla… and he knew…
She was sitting on the bed, her arms outstretched behind her, her palms flat on the bed supporting her and revealing the curve of her breasts. Her legs were crossed, the deep purple dress pulled up enough to afford him a long look at her stocking’d legs, ending in high spiked purple heels. A powdery chalk line was drawn down the length of the room, splitting it in half and separating her from him. There was a chair on his side, facing the bed and next to it a night stand and phone. Another phone rested on the bed beside her next to a small cardboard box. This was not at all what he expected. She silently picked up the phone… her fingers flew quickly over the buttons and instantly the phone beside his chair jangled into life.
He jumped when his extension rang; and she laughed the way he had heard her laugh so many times before… he felt the same stirrings he felt every time his phone rang, every time she signed on, every time her read her letters… He snatched the receiver from it’s cradle, his mouth dry, voice shaky with anticipation.
Hello you, she smilingly breathed into the phone. Hello back, he replied, thinking god this is wonderful, she looks, she sounds, she smells just like I had pictured that would in real life. He understood fully that the line was more than a chalk line, it was the “Line He Could Not Cross”. The sound had been turned off on his receiver, so the voice was coming from her, not it. But she continued to talk into the receiver, just like she had so many times before with him, toying with the phone cord, wrapping it around her fingers and kind of stroking it across her breasts while staring intently at him.
“I’m wearing a black silk dress, no bra, a black garter belt, natural stockings, and black strappy heels.” “No panties… today,” she added as an afterthought. And she slowly uncrossed her legs allowing a fleeting glimpse, her skirt slid a little higher. “I’ll bet if you could see me, you’d enjoy the view,” she whispered.
It was, as if his imagination had blossomed fully, the things he had only thought he saw for the past months were before his eyes. The familiar hardening coursed through him as he slid the zipper down. “I am soo hard,” he whispered.” and I can feel your fingers on me.” His fingers wrapped around his stiffness directed by her desires. “Touch me.” she whispered back. “”Let me feel your hands on me.”
Slowly his hand moved over his stiffness, as he knew hers would. “Oh god,” he thought, “I could cum right now if I let myself.” He loved bringing her to orgasm before they finally came together in a frenzy of moans.. “Slip your dress off, he whispered, and she placed the telephone on the bed as she stood, slipping the straps down over her shoulders and letting the soft black silk slide to the floor. “It’s off,” she breathed softly into the telephone, as she leaned back against the headboard. With two soft clunks, her shoes fell to the floor, “and my shoes are off too.”
Her black lingerie contrasted against her creamy skin. Her soft red hair framed her face as he had imagined it would. A soft mound of red sprouted from the ‘V’ of her legs. Her hands began to slowly explore her body, in perfect imitation of his thoughts, down over her breasts, stopping only to gently squeeze her nipples, as she knew he would Sighing, her eyes closed, her shoulders went back thrusting her upward. He could tell that she was both aware of his presence and oblivious to it. His hands moved slowly over his cock as he slipped his pants down over his legs. Her head turned towards him, her lips parted, tongue moistening them in preparation for what was to come… “Can you feel my fingers touching you,” he whispered? “Yess,” she moaned softly into the receiver. “I can.” Her hand slid down over her stomach towards the soft mound of hair, exploring as it went, in the same way she knew that he would explore her.
“Would you like me to take my stockings off,” she whispered into the phone, knowing exactly how much that excited him. She quickly unfastened the garter, sliding the soft stockings down over her legs, slowly, agonizingly, then tossing them casually on the floor. His hand moved slowly over his hardness… in perfect imitation of the way she would. Her head turned towards him and their eyes met as her fingers gently parted the soft folds in search of the tiny button that would release her passions. “Touch me,” she whispered, “I want to feel your hands on me.” “Touch me, while I touch you.” He slide down slowly in the chair, his hand gliding smoothly over his stiffening cock as her fingers delicately entered her wetness.
Her legs opened as if to accept him, “I want to feel your tongue on me,” she moaned. His hand moved faster on his cock.. Her fingers moved in tiny circles over her clitoris her left hand pressed against the soft mound as her right hand slipped deeply inside… her back arched. “I’m taking you into my mouth,” she whispered, the phone long abandoned on the bed, “can you feel it?” “Yesssss.” he groaned…
Her fingers moved inside her, probing, exploring, searching in perfect imitation of him… In and out, moving quickly then slowly then quickly again. His stroking matched her movements. Her left hand moved to her breasts, clutching at them, squeezing, kneading… gently rolling the nipples between her fingers… tugging at them. Her legs strained to open wider, to allow him entrance to her, her hips thrust up against him, rolling from one shoulder to the other as she squirmed under him… her moans increased, no longer able to stifle them, his stroking became faster, more intense, his body stiffened in anticipation of the coming onslaught.
Her eyes clenched tightly together, her teeth bit down on her lip in a vain attempt to quiet the building cries, her head turned again towards him, her eyes opening, her gaze fixed on his stiffened cock, her tongue passed over her lips as if to taste it. The sight of his stroking intensified her passion…, her breaths came in gasps… “Yesssss,” she whispered hoarsely and he knew she enjoyed watching as much as being watched.
Her fingers moved furiously against her swollen clitoris as his hand stroked his stiffened cock… Her hand alternately caressed and kneaded her breasts, her body twisted and turned on the bed… her eyes moved from his cock to his face… locking for an instant with his… her hips heaved upwards to meet him and her beautiful thighs quivered in anticipation of the building orgasm… Harder and faster her hands moved, in perfect rhythm with his… Deep in her throat, a tiny whimper of ecstasy began to build.
Their eyes locked together as his cock began to throb, faster and faster they moved, her whimper building in spite of her vain attempts to hold it in… closer and closer they moved towards the edge… together… in perfect harmony… The contractions began to ripple through her stomach, like the ripples in a lake, his back arched as the fluid poured through him. Together, their moans became screams of passion, each drowning out the other.
Together they writhed in ecstasy pouring the juices of love out, mixing them, blending them as they hand for weeks on the phone… again and again, she contracted as each aftershock passed through her… her moans became a song blending with his in a duet of passion and love…. exploding with flashes of light through their bodies.
Over and over, the spasms coursed through them until they sagged, spent, eyes still watching each other, smiles playing across their lips… “So”, she whispered, “do you still want to honor that line?”
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A new spark

After a long an boring relationship, a cheated-on man finds a new spark of passion on-line

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Stories come true

I’d been watching her for weeks, keeping track of her routine. She was such a creature of habit. I quickly came to know what time she rose in the morning and how long it took her to shower. I knew that she’d usually skip breakfast during the week, but on weekends she’d have a well rounded plate of bacon, toast, scrambled eggs with cheese, and some fruit, usually some sort of melon. It took her 33 minutes to get to work, but only 28 to get back home.
I could continue, but I’m sure you get the point. I knew her well. Likely better than she even knew her own self. She never caught on to my purpose before all was revealed, though she did look around a time or two as if she sensed someone watching. She’s so open, trusting, and naïve that I was genuinely surprised the first time I saw her lock her door.
I’ll start at the beginning, maybe you’ll see why I’ve done what I’ve done.
The first time I saw her, it was brisk and windy day. How I came to be at that particular bench waiting for that particular bus on that particular day isn’t really important. I was simply sitting, watching people and letting time pass as I waited for the bus to arrive.
Kids clung to their parents’ hands, trying not to be blown away in the wind. Old women walked with short, chopped steps, hoping not to be knocked over by its force. Men held onto their suit jackets and ladies onto their skirts. Refuse swirled about like miniature tornadoes and leaves danced in the breeze.
Behind me, I heard the distinct sound of ripping paper followed by the sounds of on old lady gasping and cans clattering to the pavement. Turning to look at the source of the commotion, I spied an old lady and a ripped bag of groceries staring down at the assortment of food products at her feet.
Then, I saw her. Her ebony hair was blowing wildly in the pre-storm winds as she bent to help the old lady pick up her groceries. Her smile as she looked up at the elderly woman was more open and pure than any I’d ever seen before. She took a bag some random guy handed her, but drew her eyes away immediately, as if shy to even be seen. I could barely hear her lilting voice over the rough winds as she conversed with the woman, never straying from the task she’d set for herself.
When she stood and handed the bag back to the lady, her eyes briefly flicked over towards me and quickly away again, her startling green eyes settling on a vacant spot on the sidewalk a few feet away from her. A slight flush crept into her cheeks as she realized her actions had been witnessed.
I didn’t play cat and mouse with her, I held my gaze on her, willing her to look at me again. Sadly, she did not. Instead, she quickly ducked her head and slipped onto the bus as it pulled up. I hesitated a moment too long and the bus left before I could board.
For the remainder of the day, my thoughts kept returning to her. I wasn’t sure what it was about her that kept calling to me, but I knew I needed to find her again and find out. I never really meant to do more than maybe ask her to coffee and hopefully get to know her.
The next day, I went back to the bus stop at the same time I’d been there the previous day. I arrived early and sat through 2 different buses, hoping to catch her. I remained patient. After all, I was earlier than the episode from yesterday. She didn’t disappoint.
She appeared at the edge of my sight as if by magic. I didn’t even see which direction she came from. Though there was room on the bench, she didn’t sit. Instead, she stood a little bit away from the handful of people. She pulled a book out of her purse and began to read, never looking up from the book once to see who was around her.
I used the time to study her a bit more closely than I had the previous day. Her dark hair was lightly wavy and nearly to her shoulders. She kept it tucked behind her ears as her head was bent, reading. Cords stuck into unobtrusive earbuds trailed down from her ears. Those stunning green eyes of hers were focused intently on her book; her thin fingers positioned to hide the title from view. She was slender and slightly above average in height. And though she was not a supermodel, she was very pleasing to look at. She was wearing a dark blue uniform from a small factory a few blocks away. Her shoes were black and well suited for her job.
The squeak of the bus’s brakes alerted her and the others to its arrival.
She quickly put her book away and moved to the back of the line. Determined not to let her get away this time, I stood in line myself. I entered the bus four people ahead of her and moved towards the back of the bus so I could keep an eye on where she exited.
Let me interrupt again to say that I wasn’t meaning to stalk her. I was only trying to get a handle on how to approach her. Some women do well with the straight forward approach. Others like to have some small chit chat before being asked to coffee. I really had not planned on getting on the bus with her or following her home. But, that’s precisely what happened.
After about 15 minutes on the bus, she and two others stood as the bus prepared to stop. Afraid that I’d lose her, I followed suit, standing and moving towards the front of the bus. As we all stepped off, I moved towards the left and pulled out my phone as if I was calling someone while watching to see which way she turned.
Letting her get about half a block ahead, I followed leisurely as we entered a neighborhood of old, nicely kept houses. It was obvious that most of the houses had actually been converted into apartments. Multiple mailboxes hung in the front of the buildings and cars lined the street on either side. She tuned into one such building, going through the outer door, leaving me to wander past and casually note the building number.
I sat by a tree a little ways away from her apartment and waited for an hour or so to see if she’d come out. Seeing that today wasn’t going to be the day I’d get to talk with her, I headed back home myself.
I rose early the next morning, showered, dressed, ate, and hopped on a bus to her neighborhood. I’d seen a “for rent” sign the previous day at an apartment catty-corner from hers and wanted to get the number. I wasn’t sure why, but it felt important to do. After jotting down the number, I sat down on the steps and watched her building.
Lights came on at the same time in two different apartments, one on the first level, furthest away from me. The other was on the second level, the corner closest to me. In the second apartment, I saw a light come on in a small opaque window that I took to be a bathroom. It was still on when the lights in the other apartment turned off. Moments later, a man rushed out of the building and hopped into a car, driving off as if he were in a huge hurry.
I sat patiently as I watched for signs of her. The light in the bathroom finally turned off, only for another to come on briefly. After a few minutes, she appeared, dressed the same as she had been the day before.
I hung back as she made her way towards the bus stop. I didn’t want her becoming aware of me just yet. When I reached the bus stop, I stepped past her and sat on the bench. Once again, she was reading and listening to her mp3 player. I tried to act as if I wasn’t paying attention to her, playing a game on my phone. But, really, all I could do is wonder what she was like, how her laugh sounded, what her skin felt like.
The bus showed up just in time. I’d started to get carried away with my thoughts, so I rushed onto the bus ahead of her, brushing into her as I did. Her reaction was to cringe away, as if human contact was the last thing she wanted, even if by accident. In the process, she’d dropped her book, so I bent and picked it up. When I handed it back to her, the look of near fear on her face had my heart in knots. She didn’t know me from anyone, but I wanted to reassure her that no harm would happen while I was around.
I murmured an apology to her. Her eyes shot downwards towards the floor of the bus as she tucked the book into her arms, but not before I could finally read the title. She nodded at my apology before slipping into a front seat with her cheeks pink.
Sighing dejectedly, I found a seat further back and brooded on my faux pas. I watched and pondered this situation as she read. What was I going to do about her? I had to talk to her somehow.
I thought that since I’d bumped into her, that’d give me a good opener. It was obvious she liked to read, so maybe that could carry the conversation even further. When she stood to exit the bus, so did I. I watched her weave in and out of the pedestrians, avoiding contact with passerby as I rushed to catch up with her.
“Hey, miss…” I called out to her, but she only kept her head low and forged on ahead. I sighed and pushed a little faster. Catching up with her, I tried again, “Excuse me, ma’am?”
Her head jerked towards me, her eyes big like a deer’s. She paused her walking, but was poised as if ready to skitter away at the first sign of trouble. Her soft voice was a touch unsteady as she replied and removed an earbud from her ear, “Yes?”
“I wanted to…” I fumbled. I wanted to what? Kiss her? Crush my body to hers? Tuck the stray hair behind her ear? Take away her fear? Stalk her? What the hell was I getting myself into? “Um, I wanted to apologize again for bumping into you earlier.”
“It’s ok,” she replies as her eyes flick up towards me, then away to those passing by. She started to move as if to walk away, so I reached out and laid my hand on her arm. She physically flinched at my touch so I jerked my hand away again.
“Uh, yeah, sorry about that, too,” My eyes looked at her arm so she’d know what I meant. I cleared my throat and tried the second part of my plan. “So, I saw you were reading a book. What’s it about?”
Her head snapped up and looked at me, eyes wide and face going pale except for two bright pink spots on her cheeks. She took two steps away from me. I could even hear her dry throat as she swallowed. “I’ve really got to get to work. I’ll be late.”
And with that, she turned and hurried off. I called after her, but she didn’t bother to even glance back at me. So, there I was, left standing in the middle of the street. I’d failed. I’d never been really successful at hitting on chicks, but I don’t think I’d ever failed so completely. I’d never sent one off running before.
I figured nothing could be gained by following her to her work, so I turned and headed back towards my house. As I passed a bookstore, I stopped in, curious to see if I could find the book she’d been reading. When I told the worker the title, he gave me a strange look but went to find what I’d requested. I paid for it and headed home to spend the day reading.
I got comfortable on my sofa and pulled the book out of the bag from the store. The cover was fairly nondescript, but I figured it’d be a romance book of some sort. Wasn’t that what most chicks read? Plus the picture of fishnet thigh highs on the cover tended to lean towards that, I thought. But, when I began to read, I suddenly realized there was more to this girl than I’d ever imagined if this was what she read for pleasure.
The story pulled me into it, the author weaving a tale of lust, betrayal, and kink beyond what would be deemed the norm. It was filled with sex and bruises. Sprinkled with beatings and worshipping. I had to stop reading at least three times that day to take care of business because of the images conjured up.
So, this is what my new interest was reading while on her way to and from work. I started getting ideas, dangerous ideas.
The first thing I did was to rent the apartment near hers. It was on the third floor, but if I was right about which apartment was hers, this would be perfect and give me a better look into her place. I went ahead and set up some light surveillance cameras to keep an eye on her place when my own eyes were busy.
Then, believe it or not, I went to her work and applied for a job. I’m still not sure I was completely aware of my actions or just following instinct. But whatever the case, I soon had a part time job in maintenance. This gave me the freedom to wander around the factory, almost as freely as I wished.
Pretty soon, she got used to seeing me going to and from work when she did. I made sure that she saw me going into my own apartment building so she’d not think I was following her. I was following her, but now I had a reason. I lived near her and worked with her. Before long, she didn’t pay any attention to my presence.
I didn’t try to interact with her again. She’d made it clear that she wanted no contact, scooting away if anyone, including myself, came within a couple feet of her. So, I sat away from her and walked separately from her. I still watched her. I noticed when she changed books and would make it a point to purchase the same title and read it as well. I found that she didn’t sit with anyone at lunch at work, but would sit alone and read while she dined.
Her reading material had inspired me. I knew what I wanted from her and I had a plan. I just was waiting for the perfect opportunity to set my plan into action. My patience paid off.
Watching her house, I knew that she rarely did anything outside her home, so when she left one evening before supper, I was surprised. She was dressed in jeans and a sweater, her hair down. I had no clue how long she’d be gone, but I knew that this may be my only chance to get into her apartment.
I somewhat knew the layout of her rooms, as she tended to leave most of her curtains opened. I used the fire escape to enter her bedroom window. I stood still, still partly unbelieving that I was standing in her room. I opened a couple drawers in her dresser, my fingers caressing over bits of innocent pastel panties and matching bras.
Try as I might, I could find nothing impure about her, besides her reading material. She had no adult toys, no porn, and no lingerie. There was no ashtray and no alcohol. It didn’t even appear as if she drank caffeine.
Finally, I picked up her mp3 player from beside her bed and snuck back out the way I’d come. At my apartment, I downloaded her music onto my own laptop, tweaked them a bit with a special program I’d found, and then wrote over her tunes with my altered ones. Feeling the crush of time, I quickly made the return trip and put her mp3 player back. The only thing left to do was to wait and see if my plan would work.
I didn’t notice any big changes the first day or two. She seemed a bit distracted on the walk to and from the buses and during the rides themselves, but with her always reading, it’s difficult to judge. The first thing I noticed was a change in how she sat. Previously, she’d sit a bit hunched over, head down and her nose buried in her book. Now, she was sitting up straighter, shoulders squared off a bit. It was an interesting change. Not exactly what I’d had in mind, but was a start.
The next day, I noticed that she had taken a bit more time with her appearance than usual. Her hair was brushed better and it appeared she may have even had on a light layer of makeup. Indeed, her standing posture had changed somewhat. No longer was she hunkered away from the group. She was still standing apart, but she stood taller. She had a look of confidence about her. But she still listened to the mp3 player all the time as she read.
Watching her house that night, I couldn’t help but smile to myself as it became quite obvious my recordings were starting to work on her. When she got home, she opened all of her curtains and stood by her bedroom window for a moment as if unsure of what she was doing. She moved away and, turning her back to the window, changed out of her work clothes into a simple robe.
She then moved to her living room. Sadly, I didn’t have that great of a view of that room from where my apartment was, but I could see enough to see her curl up on her sofa and begin reading her book. I was slightly disappointed that she wasn’t listening to her music. I’d hoped she would listen to it all the time, so the subconscious suggestions I’d incorporated into her music would work that much faster. But, seeing as I’d noted some changes already, I didn’t fret about it.
I did, however, take another chance. The next day, I called in sick to work. While she was gone, I spent the day in her apartment, rigging up small cameras in each of her rooms. I was tired of not being able to see her and her activities properly. I still didn’t have full coverage of her place, but I’d be able to see the majority of her movements unhindered.
That evening proved to be a nice treat for me. I watched as she, once again, came inside her apartment and moved directly to her bedroom to change into her robe as she kept her back to the window. That was okay, though; I had other views to watch from now.
She left her mp3 player on her bedside table and settled on her sofa again to read for a while. She was so still and quiet that I thought she’d fallen asleep until I noticed a slight movement between her legs. Focusing the camera in a bit better, I could see she’d slipped her hand between her legs and was rubbing at herself as she read.
I continued to watch as her hand started moving faster and her book fell away to the side. Though my cock was straining against my jeans, I held back from touching myself, I simply wanted to watch her enjoy her own body this time. And enjoy herself she did. I gazed at her with wonder as her back arched and her lips parted, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Within moments I witnessed the shuddering of her body as her climax rippled through her.
She lay absolutely still for a moment and I was afraid she’d passed out until I saw her slowly pull her fingers from between her legs and give her fingers a confused look. I held my breath to see if she’d continue to follow my secret orders. But, instead, she rose and went into her bathroom and I watched as she washed herself off.
Of course I had no real way of knowing for sure, but I like to imagine this was due to my secret suggestions that played in her ear all day, every day. I was overjoyed that this much of it had worked in such a small amount of time. I couldn’t wait to see if everything else would, too. And, I started getting ideas of what else I could try.
I rose early the next morning to watch her get ready for work. I watched as she laid out her clothes for the day. And then again as she went through her morning routine in the bathroom; showering, brushing her teeth, drying her hair. When she started dressing, she paused and gave her underwear a curious look before bending and putting them on. She repeated the same with her bra, pausing to think about what she was doing before finally pulling it on and snapping the closure. Almost as an afterthought, she quickly applied a touch of makeup and brushed through her hair once more before heading out to work.
The day at work was fairly uneventful until lunch time. I saw her reading at the table alone, as usual, but noticed she was moving her legs, her thighs rubbing against each other rhythmically. My eyebrows rose as I watched her breathing and could tell that she was actually using her legs to masturbate there at the break room table. I glanced around, but no one noticed her. She had done such a good job of fading into the background all her time here it was almost as if she were invisible now.
Suddenly, she rose from the table, put her book away and disposed of her half eaten lunch. I followed behind her, acting like I was headed to the maintenance office, tool belt hitched and pace brisk. I passed her as she stepped into the women’s restroom.
It just so happened that I had a work order to fix a locker in the women’s room that was stuck. I waited until I heard the bathroom stall door close, glanced around to be sure I’d not be noticed, and stepped inside.
She was being quiet, but I could still hear the sounds of her fingers rubbing against her wet slit and her muffled whimpers of pleasure. Instantly, my cock pushed against my pants, trying to burst free as my innocent prey pleasured herself mere feet away from me. It was almost more than I could stand as I stood there listening to her orgasm softly.
As her sounds quieted and returned to normal, I moved away from the stall and pulled out my tools to work on the faulty locker. When she stepped out of the stall and noticed me standing nearby, she turned a deep red and looked almost as if she were about to flee back into the stall. I kept my attention on the locker and let her believe I was clueless to what just occurred.
I could tell she was uncomfortable at the bus stop. She glanced up at me from her book a couple of times, her eyes flicking towards me for a fraction of a second before returning to her book, but never said anything. I wondered what she’d say if she knew I was the reason for her recent changes, that I’d altered her music to slowly sink into her subconscious. That she was listening to it for hours on end didn’t hurt either. The more exposure she got, the better the hypnotic-like suggestions should work. If it all worked properly, there would be no mistaking it. All I could do was wait and watch.
Once at home, I settled into my spot again to watch her through the monitors I had set up. As always, she went straight to her room to change. She still kept her back to the window, but as I watched the screen, I saw her hands start to caress along her body as she removed her shirt and bra. Her fingers lingered on her nipples, brushing over them experimentally before giving them a slight tug.
Down her waist her hands traveled undoing then pushing down her pants and panties. Her hands slid over her rounded hips and down along her legs as she removed even her socks. As she stood back up, her finger tips dipped within the junction of her legs, hidden behind her lightly furry mound. She moaned quietly as her fingers danced against her dampened flesh until she gasped with release.
As if in a daze, her fingers lifted towards her mouth, barely brushing along her lips before her tongue peeked out to flick along a finger tip. Something must have startled her because she jumped suddenly and jerked her hand away. She sighed (with either frustration or confusion I couldn’t tell which), grabbed her robe, and went to clean herself up.
I chuckled to myself about her reactions as I watched her travel from her room to the living room. She turned on her television and settled on the sofa with her book as it would seem would be her habit. I kept one eye on her as I prepared my supper, wondering when I’d be able to take the next step.
Things went like this for the rest of the week, about three days, I guess. Every day at her lunch break she’d head to the restroom to lock herself into a stall as she masturbated. And every day I’d be standing there when she came out. She’d blush deeply and quickly return to work, never daring to meet my eyes.
At the bus stop, her cheeks would be pink as she pretended not to notice my presence. I also pretended not to notice her, no need in making this more difficult on her. The sooner she came to the realization of what was occurring on her own, the better.
By the time we got off the bus, she seemed to have forgotten the incidents of the week and walked with a carefree manner to her apartment. I hoped I’d not pushed too far by letting her see me in the restroom each time she came. Scaring her off was not part of the plan.
I loved watching her undress after work. Finally, she took it a step further and faced the window as she shed her clothing, caressing herself to climax as the sunlight poured in through the window and highlighted her body. I exercised self-control as her moans filled my ears, watching her body quiver with orgasmic pleasure.
Watching her lay back on her sofa for a repeat performance an hour later was nearly more than I could stand. Her moans rattled deep from within her as her hips circled, pressing upwards towards her fingers. Her robe was thrown open and I could see the moisture clinging to her hairs as she lay there, spent and dazed in the afterglow of her climax.
Over the past couple of days, she’d stopped pulling her fingers away from her mouth and seemed to start enjoying tasting herself on her fingers. It appeared that she liked exploring her body, moving from only rubbing on her clit to pushing a finger, sometimes two, deep inside her. Her moans were louder, deeper, even at work, though I could tell she tried to be quiet. And the way her body moved told that she loved how the sensations felt.
After a good night’s sleep, I thought I’d give her a special treat. I wasn’t sure how she’d react. It was one of those things where she very likely could freak out. Or maybe she’d love it. I wasn’t sure, but I had to risk it. I took an unlabeled DVD in a blank case, put a note on it and left it at her door, hoping she’d find it before Monday when she left for work.
I waited patiently for a couple of hours while she went about her apartment in her open robe, lightly cleaning things. It was nearly torture to watch her take breaks from her household duties to bring herself to orgasm. But, I couldn’t fault her. After all, she was doing exactly what her playlist was telling her to do.
Finally, she closed her robe and opened her door to check the mail, nearly stepping on my package. She picked it up, read the note and looked around the empty hallway. When she slammed her door shut, I thought at first I’d made a huge mistake. I watched as she put her back to the door and read the note again.
“I know what you are and I know what you want,” She read the note aloud to her empty apartment, once again looking around her and even looking out the peephole in her door. She turned the DVD case over in her hands, examining it, but there were no markings.
She walked to her living room window and looked out at the street, but, obviously no one was there looking back up at her. Finally, she put the DVD into the player, not bothering to sit. I’d burnt the DVD myself and had it starting mid-scene, with no introduction and no fluff. I couldn’t really see her screen, but knew she had an eyeful of a girl tied to a spanking bench, her red ass pointed at the audience and her whimpers ringing out as she got whipped.
I smirked as I heard her deep moan and watched her body give a sudden small jerk and shudder. She gasped and looked down at her own body. As my eyes followed where she looked, I could see moisture seeping down her leg. Her face blushed deeply as she realized she’d come without even touching herself.
Once again, her eyes darted around and I had to wonder if she didn’t know if she was being watched. She seemed to nearly look straight into my camera at me, causing me to hold my breath until she looked away, her eyes travelling the rest of the room.
She moved as if to turn off the DVD, but then simply slid onto her sofa and began to push her fingers into her wetness as she watched the movie. She moaned over and over as her fingers were lost within her folds. Briefly, her hands would roam up to her breasts and grab at them, experimenting with the sensations, pulling and pinching at her nipples before slipping her fingers back inside her wet cunt.
Finally, she let out a loud groan of delight and lay still, her thighs glistening with her fluids and freshly cleaned fingers lying on her chest. I watched her as she slept off her bliss, happy to see she’d received my gift so well. Perhaps it wasn’t too soon for more.
I decided to risk a bit more. Sadly, it meant leaving my live-feed behind for a bit. I hoped she’d not do anything of interest while I was gone. I quickly gathered what I wanted and went to one of those messenger/delivery places. After talking with the manager about what I wanted and how I wanted it done, I traveled back to the apartment to wait, watch, and see how things unfolded.
When I checked on her, I could see she’d finally gotten up and fixed herself some lunch and was reading even as she ate. She looked up, perplexed as her doorbell rang. Tying her robe closed, she peeked through the viewer, stepped back and opened the door for the delivery man. I could only hear his muffled speech while she asked if she needed to sign for the package and whom it was from. The man mumbled some reply and left.
She set her package down on the table and looked at it for a few moments before opening it. I watched her face as she realized what it was she was looking at. She pulled the small non-piercing nipple jewelries out and opened the note behind them, reading it aloud.
“Put these on and go to your bathroom mirror. There, you will stand and admire what you see for five minutes. If you look away, this ends then.
If you do not want to continue, simply put this box outside your door.
You have two minutes to comply.”
I saw her glance towards the clock on her wall above her table and then around the room once again as she had done earlier. Still holding the jewelry, she repeated her trip to the window and studied the street for a few moments. She even looked at the surrounding apartment buildings.
I could hear her sigh through the audio as she turned and quickly walked to her kitchen, setting the timer for six minutes. She pulled open her robe and then dipped her head some as she put the jewelry on her nipples, sliding the clasp up to grip her nubs tightly. I had to grin when she moaned at the sensation. I was nearly mesmerized by the swaying of the ornaments hanging from her breasts as she walked to the bathroom.
She did exactly as she’d been told. She stood in front of her mirror, her eyes never once leaving her reflection. I could see her cheeks flush as she took in the sight of herself. Her fingers toyed with the dangling bits a little. She strummed across them as if they were guitar strings, and then even pulled on them experimentally.
Her eyes darted towards the kitchen for a moment when the timer on her microwave went off, then back to her reflection. With a sigh, she left the room, leaving the jewelry on. She picked up the note and reread it, looking once again around her.
I let her wonder for a while, watching her reactions. She finally settled back on her sofa to read for a bit. I found it interesting to watch her free hand wander along her body, sometimes playing with the dangling nipple jewelry, sometimes slipping between her thighs to caress at her folds. As I watched, I placed a phone call, scheduling the next delivery. She made it very difficult for me to follow the conversation as she played with herself, climaxing half way through my call.
Thirty minutes later, she was jolted from her nap as her doorbell rang once again. Tying up her robe, she opened the door and accepted her next package. It was heavier and larger than the last and she juggled it a bit as she carried it to the table and sat it down. After opening the box, she lifted the note off the top of the bundle, her eyes widening at the assortment of items below. I saw her swallow dryly as she prepared to read.
“Before you read any further, lose the robe. Then make sure your door is locked” She set the letter down, removed her robe, folded it and laid it on the table top next to the box before walking naked across the room to check the door. Satisfied it was locked, she went back to the table, continuing to read.
“Next, you will put on the items in the box; one on each wrist and ankle. Then, you will kneel where you are, hands behind your back. There are clasps. You will connect ankle to ankle and wrist to wrist. Do not worry; they are simple hooks that will not stick. You will stay kneeling for five minutes. Do not stand before time.”
She looked up at the clock and back down at her items.
“Once again, if you choose to not follow through with it, simply put the box outside your door. You have two minutes to comply.” She finished the note and set it aside.
Her fingers traveled over the material of the cuffs in the box. I’d chosen to go with a strong weaved material instead of leather or metal. I didn’t want to intimidate her too much. After all, she was following orders of a complete stranger and having her unduly scared was not part of the plan. I watched as she pulled them out, one by one, and examined them.
Giving a look over her shoulder to her window, she turned back to the thig cuffs and put each on. I watched as she lowered herself to the floor next to her table, her ass resting back on her feet as her hands reached behind her to connect the clasps on her ankles. Then she hooked the clasp on her wrists and began watching the clock. I couldn’t help but to admire her obedience. She did not question, simply followed as she was told. Her door was locked and the cuffs unhooked easily, so she was reassured that she was safe.
As I watched her, I noticed that her breathing became more even. I watched as her face relaxed and her eyes closed. I wanted to reach through the screen and caress her peaceful face. Better yet, I wanted to do that in person, but knew this was not the time to approach her. Instead, I gazed at her perfect beauty as she sunk into herself.
We were both rudely jolted out of our thoughts when a car alarm on the street went off. Her eyes snapped open, her back becoming rigid instantly before realizing what was occurring. I saw her look up at the clock and checked my own. More than five minutes had passed, but I wasn’t complaining.
She stood and looked around as if lost for a moment before reaching for her robe, but pulled back as her fingers brushed the fabric. Instead, she walked to her sofa and reclined, beginning to read again. I watched as she’d look at the clock then at her door. She finally seemed to give up and went to the kitchen to fix supper. I took the opportunity to call the messenger service to set up one last delivery for the night.
She had just finished washing her dishes as her doorbell rang again. She started across the room, and then turned to grab her robe. Slipping it on, she answered the door once again. With a nervous smile, she set the package on the table and opened it. She picked up one end of the rope in the box and gave it a confused look before grabbing up the letter to read.
“It’s time for you to get some sleep. Yes, I know it’s early, but it may take you a while to get situated so I want you to get an early start. You’re allowed to grab one pillow, but that is it. No blankets for you tonight. No clothing of any sort either. And… no touching yourself. You will tie the rope to the foot of your bed and attach it to both of your ankle cuffs. And there you will sleep, on the floor at the foot of your bed. You are not to get up until morning. So, I’d suggest taking care of anything that needs to be done before you lay down. As before, if you don’t wish to continue, put the box outside the door. You have two minutes to either start getting ready or to place the box.”
I could almost feel her thinking over her choices. She could set the box outside the door, but would anything else happen? Would that mean the end of all of this? Was that what she wanted?
Or, she could start getting ready for sleep and tie herself to the foot of her bed for some stranger and see what happened tomorrow? Not exactly the sane option, but that’s the one she chose. She removed her robe and laid it over the chair. Moving quickly, she used the restroom, brushed her teeth, and brushed her hair before carrying the rope into her room and tying it off.
She grabbed her pillow and tossed it to the floor at the foot of her bed. She sat down on the floor and tied the ankle cuffs to the rope, giving it all a short tug. None of it would hold up to major play, but I wasn’t interested in that just yet. I watched as she lay down.
I almost felt sorry for her as she tossed and turned for the first hour. I could hear her sighs of frustration and wanted to comfort her. But, I knew I could not. Not simply because I wasn’t in the apartment with her, but this was vital to the progression of things. She had to come to terms with this herself. She had to realize that she was not being forced to do this; she had the option of quitting but was choosing to do this because she wanted it.
Finally, she settled into a deep sleep. I went ahead and set up the next delivery for the next day before turning into bed myself.
It was almost comical to watch her in the morning when the doorbell rang. She jerked awake and looked around confused then started to rise when her ankle caught the rope. Thankfully she didn’t fall, just stumbled slightly before untying herself. She called out through the house that she was on her way when the doorbell rang a second time.
Almost as an afterthought, she grabbed her robe and slung it over her shoulders, barely getting her arms through the sleeves and the belt tied before answering the door. Her cheeks where flushed with the sudden activity, also probably because she was disheveled. I loved the look on her face as she reached out for the package and saw her wrist cuff was plainly in view of the delivery man.
With murmured thanks, she shut the door and went to the table. She had to move a few of the old boxes off the table before she could really set the new one down. When she opened it, I heard clearly heard her gasp. I leaned forward to watch as she set the items out on the table beside the box before reading her instructions.
“Good morning. I hope you slept well. If you do well enough with today’s challenges, perhaps you will earn a blanket for tonight’s sleep. If you fail, you will, at the very least, lose the pillow. Before you begin, you will complete your morning routine. Being well nourished, hydrated, and clean is a must. Set these instructions down now and return when you are done.”
She did exactly as told, fixing her breakfast, eating it, cleaning up her mess. She removed her cuffs and nipple jewelry and took a shower. After the shower, she put the cuffs back on, leaving the jewelry on the bathroom counter and the robe hanging on the door. She walked back to the table and read the rest of the instructions.
“Put the DVD in the player. Take the vibrator and kneel in front of your television. Insert the vibrator, turn it on and brace it against the floor. Position yourself how you were told to yesterday, including hooking the cuffs together. You will stay like that for the entire DVD. You will not touch yourself. You are free to climax as often as you need; however, you are to clean the toy with your mouth after the movie is done. You may set the box outside the door if you wish to stop. You have two minutes to comply.”
She blinked once or twice and reread the instructions before picking up the movie and vibrator. She looked them both over. I really thought she was going to set them back down, but in the end, she moved to the TV and inserted the dvd, then lowered herself to the floor in front of it.
I could hear her sigh with pleasure as she slid down over the vibrator, the quiet hum barely audible over the audio. I settled in with my breakfast as I watched her. Today’s video featured a girl tied to a St Andrew’s Cross, her naked body gleaming with sweat as the man in front of her used a violet wand on her quivering form. The squeals carried quite well and I could see that my girl was entranced with what she saw.
Her hips began to work along the vibrator ever so slightly and before long she was panting with passion as a climax ripped through her. For the next 35 minutes, her body was tortured with spasms of pleasure as she was forced to remain impaled on the vibrator. She came at least a dozen times, watching as the movie went from one scene to another. By the end, her head was lolled back and her body covered in sweat.
When the movie ended, she weakly unhooked her ankles and wrists so she could pull the vibrator from her wet cunt and turn it off. Remembering the rest of her instructions, she brought it to her lips and ran her tongue over it, experimenting with the texture and taste. Feeling a bit more confident, she slid it into her mouth and finished cleaning it.
The poor thing was so exhausted that she didn’t even move from her spot for her nap. Instead, she lay over on the floor, vibrator still in hand, and dozed off.
She was able to sleep it all off for a bit before the next messenger showed up. When the doorbell rang, she quickly grabbed her robe and slipped into it before answering the door. I was starting to think she was looking forward to the doorbell. I listened to the exchange between her and the messenger. Though I could not hear what he was saying, I knew he was explaining that he had to wait for her reply.
I watched as she turned as if to invite him in to wait, and then saw the vibrator still in the middle of the room. Cheeks red, she told him she’d be right back and shut the door before picking up the toy and placing it back inside the box.
She sat at the table and read my note to her, “You’ve done very well. You have earned two questions to ask of me. They can be anything, from a typical question to a favor. But, be warned, I may not reply. Once you have written your questions, you will pass them to the messenger, and then kneel in the middle of your living room in the manner you’ve been prescribed to before. You will stay kneeling until the doorbell rings again. As usual, you can simply send the messenger away if you opt to stop now. You have two minutes to decide and act accordingly.”
She rose, rummaged for a pen and a pad of paper in a drawer, and then sat back down at the table. I watched as she began to write, then tore off the sheet, crumple it up, and set it on the table. She repeated this process a few times before she finally wrote her two questions. She sat looking over the paper for a moment, took it to the messenger, and then knelt as told after locking the door.
Within a few moments, I met the messenger at my door so I could look over the questions she’d sent. I tipped him for his time and sent him away. The next package was already scheduled for delivery anyway, so I’d send my reply later. I sat down at my monitors to watch her as I read her note.
I wondered what other questions she’d started to ask before she settled on these two, “May I see you? May I hear you?” They seemed harmless enough questions, though not the ones I had expected. I thought she’d ask who I was, why I was doing this, something along those lines. I did like that she did not say “When may I see you?” She didn’t automatically assume she’d ever get to see or hear me.
The next delivery came in about 30 minutes. Once again, she settled at the table to open the package. She picked up the letter and read it first before even examining the contents of the box, “Inside the box you will find the items needed for your next task; razor, mirror, and shaving cream. You will take all items to the bathroom, mount the mirror on the wall of your tub, and remove your pubic hair. Once done, you will spend some time looking at your freshly shaven mound in the mirror and exploring how it now feels to touch yourself. Once you have thoroughly examined yourself, you are free to continue about your day. As before, you can set the box outside if you wish to stop now. You have two minutes to comply.”
She turned the paper over in her hands, looking to see if anything was on the back. She frowned as she reread the paper, making sure she’d not skipped over my reply to her. She set the instructions aside. Continuing to frown some, so looked through the contents of the box before carrying them off to the bathroom.
I watched as she prepared herself and the items, sticking the mirror to the wall and laying the razor and shaving cream on the edge of the tub. She removed her robe and sat on the edge of the tub. After lathering her pubes up with the shaving cream, she picked up the razor and took a light swipe over her mound, leaving behind a smooth stripe of skin.
She repeated this several times, rinsing the razor off in-between passes. Once she was completely hair-free and rinsed off, her fingers slipped over her smooth flesh and between her folds. I left her to fondle herself at her will so I could do a bit more shopping for my next delivery.
While I traveled via bus, I thought about all that had occurred, about her progress. I was quite pleased thus far. There really was nothing to complain about. She was surpassing my expectations. I’d been afraid that I’d scare her off, but so far she was sticking right with me. At this rate, my plan would be completed in a week or two.
Once back at the apartment, I watched as she went about her place, cleaning and straightening up. She put the various boxes in the trash. She put all of the instructions into a pile and put them in a folder. I watched as she paused and reread a couple of them, her fingers trailing softly over the cuffs on her wrists. Yes, she was indeed enjoying this adventure.
The doorbell startled her from her thoughts. She set the folder down and donned her robe before answering the door. As she opened her package, I could see her smile. Before she went any further, she picked up her instructions and read aloud.
“You may not see me yet. That is dependent upon your behavior. Should you behave properly, you may eventually get what you’ve asked for. However, I will allow you to hear me. You will not engage me in conversation. You will answer “yes” or “no” when asked a question. You will confirm if you do or do not understand directions given. You will keep the phone on you at all times. If I call, you will answer. I am the only one you will talk to on this phone. If you wish to stop, set the box outside the door. You have two minutes to decide.”
She picked up the cell phone and turned it over in her hands. It was a simple clamshell phone, nothing fancy. It would serve its purpose. I, on the other hand, had a smartphone. On it, I could watch a live video feed of whichever camera I chose at the time, from anywhere in the world. This hadn’t been in my original plan. However, I thought it would be nice to let her hear me, hear my directives instead of reading everything.
I decided to give it a try and see how it went, so I called her as I watched her on the monitor.
“Hel… yes?” She stumbled when she answered the phone.
“Good. Disrobe.” I watched the screen as she complied.
“Yes,” Her breath shaking from nerves.
“Kneel. You don’t have to put both hands behind your back this time.” I watch on the screen as she kneels down, hearing the sound both over the audio and the phone.
“Yes,” she replies, letting me know she’s complied.
“Good. Have you liked your weekend so far?”
“Yes,” her voice breathy in my ear.
“I see. Do you want to know what’s next?” I ask her teasingly.
“Yes, please,” she replies, barely above a whisper.
“Very well. You will put your nipple jewelry back on and retrieve your new toy. Then, you will go to the center of the living room and kneel again. Do this now.” I sit back and watch on the screen.
“Yes,” she replies as she stands to do as I told her to do. She sat the phone down as she placed the jewelry back on her nipples, and then got the vibrator before kneeling back down on the floor. She made a sound or two into the phone like she was unsure how to proceed before she whispered, “yes?”
“Ah, good. Next, you will take the vibrator, turn it on, and fuck yourself with it… While I listen,” I pause as I hear her gasp. “Yes, that’s what you will do or our conversation is over. Understand?”
“Yes,” she replied, her voice small and nervous.
“Good,” I let my smile show in my voice. “Begin.”
She whimpered as she turned on the toy. I could clearly hear the motor vibrating through the phone. I smiled as I watched her lower it between her legs, the head of the toy cock sliding over her freshly shaved mound and across her clit.
“Legs wider,” I ordered. She immediately pushed her knees further apart, her eyes darting around the room as if she suspected I was standing in the corner watching her. Close, so close, but not quite right.
She sighed with pleasure as the fake cock teased her open, slipping just inside her folds. I could see her shudder, but if it were from nerves or pleasure I was unable to tell. Regardless, she continued to lower herself down onto the shaft, moaning as it sunk into her. With small gasps, she began to ride along the length of the vibrator.
“That’s good. Do you like how that vibrator feels inside you?” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” she shuddered as she replied. Her body rocked gentle as she rode the vibrator. Her gasps soon became whimpers and she began writhing ever so slightly. I could tell she would not be able to hold back much longer.
“That’s it, feel it deep inside you. I bet you like that. Yes? Can you feel yourself getting closer? Feel your breathing quickening, pulse out of control, body quivering with need? Close , so close… Feel the sweat starting to bead up on your flesh as you strain to hold back?”
She was a mass of whimpers, murmuring repeatedly, “Yes, yes, yes.” Her eyes were closed, head tossed back as her hips pumped down on the toy. A bead of sweat rolled down between her bouncing breasts, the jewelry swinging in rhythm to her thrusts.
“Now,” I leaned closer to the monitor, my eyes glued on her as her body quivered with spasms of pleasure. A tortured moan of bliss poured from her as she went still. Then suddenly her whole being rocked as a deep groan of ecstasy came from within her. I let her catch her breath before I spoke. “Very good. You may stop.”
She moaned softly, the vibrator making a deep wet sound as she pulled it from her. “Yes,” she whispered, still not returned to her normal self. Her eyes opened and she held the toy up some, looking at the wetness.
“I’m waiting.” I stated calmly. She knew what she was to do; her musical suggestions had helped with that. Her eyes flicked around the room once, then brought the toy to and through her lips. I could hear her moan as she removed all traces of her juices from it. “That’s a good girl. When you are done, you are to clean up and return to your normal day. I’ll be in contact.”
With that, I broke connection. I had other things I had to see to. I’d spent entirely too much time sitting here watching her. I still had things to prepare. I took my phone with me so I could call or watch as I wanted. Now that I could contact her at will, I wasn’t as worried about being at the apartment.
I ended up leaving her be for most of the rest of the day. I knew I’d taken up a lot of her time that weekend, but I also didn’t think she minded terribly much. I looked in on her a couple of times throughout the day. At one point I saw her putting up some groceries. She was naked and had the cuffs on, so I assumed she had dressed to go out, and then undressed upon her return. I was glad to see she’d put the cuffs back on as well.
With an eye on the time, I called her one last time for the day.
“Yes?” She answered on the second ring.
“Have you enjoyed your day?” I inquired.
“Yes,” I could hear her smiling. I watched as she set her book to the side and relaxed into her sofa.
“Good. Are you tired?” I figured she was, but a little small talk is nice I guess.
“Yes,” She responded as I thought she would.
“Good, it’s nearly bed time. Sleep comes quicker if you are tired than if you are not. On the nights you work, you may sleep in your bed, unless I say otherwise, but your ankles will remain tethered to the foot of your bed, regardless. If you do not work, you are to sleep how you did last night. Understood?”
“Yes,” she nodded as she replied, her black hair bobbing softly against her shoulders.
“Good. You have 10 minutes to take care of your night time routine. Once you are in bed, you are not to get up. I’ll be in touch,” I hung up and watched her. She removed the nipple jewelry before retiring to her room for the night.
Watching her the next morning on the way to work was nearly agonizing. I watched her to see if she showed any signs of knowing it was I that had been controlling her weekend. But, she kept her nose buried in her book and her tunes playing in her ears. It was just as well, I guess. She would be ready in her own time.
The morning went on as usual and I found myself in the restroom before she even entered this time. She didn’t see me because of where I was standing, but I crept closer as I heard her start. I was hoping I’d set everything up right. I looked at my watch and smiled as I heard her phone ring. She gasped and must have jumped and hit something like a knee or elbow from the sound of pain that followed. I heard fabric moving as she rustled around trying to retrieve her phone.
“Yes?” She answered, whispering, breathless from her struggle.
I couldn’t hear the other end of the line, but I’d recorded it and set it up last night, so I knew what was being said to her. “Are you at work?”
“Yes,” she sounded a bit nervous
.
“Good. Are you in private?”
“Yes?” Confusion filled her voice.
“I see. And are you… pleasuring yourself?”
“Yes,” shame and embarrassment rang through loud and clear.
“Perfect. Continue.” There was a long pause, so long that I feared she’d not get to the point I needed her at for the next part of the recording. But soon, I heard her sigh softly in resignation.
“Yes,” she whispered as she began to masturbate again. I listened while her breathing increased and she started to whimper quietly. I looked at my watch, knowing it should happen any second.
“Now.”
I heard her voice catch before she could silence herself, small sounds of pleasure coming from her stall. “Yes,” her voice was strained with passion as her climax finished.
“Good. I’ll be in touch.”
I heard her rearrange herself and stepped back out of view before she stepped out of the stall. I could not help but smile as she washed her hands and left the restroom. It all worked perfectly.
After work, I watched again as she undressed in front of her window. She put her cuffs back on and left her robe lying at the foot of her bed. I was quite pleased with her initiative. I was aware she had work though out the week and didn’t want to sap her energy too much, so I thought a simple order for today would suffice.
“Yes?” She answered quickly.
“Did you enjoy your day?” I smirked. Of course she did, but it didn’t hurt for her to tell me as much.
“Yes.” A soft happy sigh followed.
“Good. You only have one order for the rest of the night. You are to crawl for the rest of the evening. You are not allowed to sit on furniture. You may stand to cook, but you may not sit at the table and eat. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll be in touch.” I closed the call and watched as she immediately lowered herself to her hands and knees. It was nice to spend the evening watching her ass sway as she crawled around.
The next few days followed pretty much with the same kind of theme. I’d stage a call to her at work during her lunch break. And in the evenings I’d come up with some task for her to do. One night it was to fuck herself with her toy and cum until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
Another night was to have her eat and drink everything from bowls on the floor. And yet another night was to hold certain poses for 10 minutes or so at a time.
Never did she complain. She always knew she had the option to stop when she desired. She went into this fully aware of what was occurring. Okay, except for the recordings. Those were nothing more than to open her up some, to accept what she already was, little things about her self confidence and such.
Maybe I added a few specific bits, like how she stopped wearing underwear and how she changed in front of the window. Hmm, and the parts about tasting herself after climax. Yeah, you get the point. There were certain things I added, but I’m sure she’d have done those anyway.
Anyway, things were going really well and I thought it was time for the next step. I put the box outside her door myself, and then called her once I was watching the monitors.
“Yes?” I loved how she always answered like that.
“You have a package outside your door. Go get it.”
“Yes,” she said as she started towards her room.
“No.” I stopped her. “Naked.”
She looked around the room for a moment and sighed how she always did when she knew that she was going to do something she really didn’t know if she wanted to do. “Yes,” she said as she turned back towards the door and peeked through the peephole to make sure the hallway was clear. She opened her door only enough to reach out and grab the box, quickly shutting and locking the door behind her.
“Good enough,” I told her as I watched her walk to the table. She set the package on the table and sat down in a chair. “Open it.”
She carefully opened the package, gasping lightly as the thin chain necklace was revealed. Her fingers drifted towards it, then pulled back in hesitation.
“You can touch it. Take it out,” I encouraged and she complied. “Look it over. At first glance, you will see what appears to be a normal looking clasp. Look closer. It actually locks with a special key. It is a tiny, but sturdy, lock. It will not lock automatically. You can either put it on as it is or set the box outside the door. You have two minutes to decide. I’ll be in touch.”
She looked at the phone as I disconnected the call, then back at the necklace. Her fingers trailed over the delicate links. From all appearances, it was a simple necklace. I watched as she took it to the bathroom and held it up to her neck, seeing how it would lay against her. I watched the clock and called back after her two minutes were up.
“Yes?” She answered as always.
“Have you decided?”
“Yes.” She sounded only the least bit hesitant.
“Are you going to set the box outside?”
“No.” She smiled shyly on the screen.
“You will wear it then?” I clarified, “You do understand what this symbolizes?”
“Yes,” I could almost hear her nod as she answered each of my questions. “Yes.”
“Very well. Put it on.” I watched as her fingers fumbled a bit with the clasp before it finally caught. I heard her sigh softly as it settled into place, watched her eyes close as if she were at peace. “Do you like how it feels?”
“Yes,” She responded quietly.
“Good. You have made me very proud. Thank you.” I wonder if she could hear me smile, hear the praise in my voice. “Now, it is time to sleep. Yes, it’s early yet, but that’s because you will sleep on the floor at the foot of your bed. Not because you have done anything wrong. It’s quite the opposite, in fact. I am having you sleep there because I can. Would you like that?
“Yes?” She hesitated some and I had to chuckle at her questioning response.
“You can say no if you’d like. Just keep in mind you might not like the alternative. Would you like to change your answer?”
“No,” she said more firmly.
“Then you have ten minutes to complete your before bed routine. You may use both pillow and blanket if you so desire. I’ll be in touch.”
I watched her as she went about and got ready for bed. She grabbed a pillow, but left the cover where it laid. After tossing the pillow to the floor, she tied her cuffs to the rope and settled in for sleep.
I loved watching her get ready for the day. She was always quick but thorough with her showers. Her makeup was light and well applied. And today, she opted to not wear her bra or panties to work. I was doubly surprised when I saw that she was putting her ankle cuffs back on, pulling her socks up over them, and then checked to make sure her pants legs covered them well. I smiled with pleasure. She had come so far in a relatively short amount of time.
As I followed her to work, I noted a difference in her walk, a change in how she held herself. It made me proud to look at her and see this once shy and wilted creature beam and hold her head high. I am certain I had at least a little something to do with that.
Today, at work, things went as they normally do, for the most part, until lunch time. That’s when things got really interesting and that is the source of the issue at hand. I’ll try to be brief.
I was overjoyed that she’d accepted the necklace last night. If you’ve not figured it out, it’s really meant to be a collar; a symbol of her belonging to me. Anyway, I went into the restroom before she showed up, as has became my recent habit. When she went into the stall, I moved closer and waited while she answered her phone and spoke with the recording.
“Yes?” She asks, I can hear the excitement in her voice and I bet that she’s already wet, knowing that she’s going to masturbate in a few short moments.
“Begin.” The recording is short and to the point.
“Yes,” she replies and I hear her pants as they unzip and she pulls them down some. I hear her moaning quietly. I can tell she’s trying to hold it in, but she’s not very successful at it.
“Are you getting close? Do you like playing with yourself for me at work?”
“Yes, yes,” she whimpers. I can barely contain myself outside the stall.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, please,” her voice strained with need.
“Shall I use the key?”
I hear her gasp and choke back a small moan. “Yes, please, please.”
“Open the door.”
I hear her movement cease and her utter a confused sound. But, she does as told, the lock slowly turning, the door opening just a crack as she peeks out.
I push the door the rest of the way open and slip my fingers between her legs to rub at her hardened clit. With the other arm, I drag her close to me, wrapping my fingers in the back of her hair and whispering in her ear, “Now!”
Her arms wrapped around me and she clung to me as if her life depended on it. Her body went rigid against mine before she started undulating as wave after wave of passion crashed through her. And the sounds that came from her. Oh my god, I’ve never heard anything so raw and sexual in my life.
No wonder the security guards came running! If I didn’t know any better, I too would have thought she was being attacked. I still think they really should have ascertained the situation before they used the taser on me.
But, now, sir, you understand how it came to be that I was in the women’s room with her. I do hope you don’t fire her. In fact, you know what? I can tell by the look on your face and the way you’re fidgeting that you’re quite intrigued with this. If you don’t fire her, I’ll help you out. We won’t have to worry about the police or anything. What do you say? Let her keep her job and I’ll help you get your very own plaything.

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Diary

The Group- Intro and The Party

NOTE: The action only picks up at the end, the rest is a lot of intros, don’t worry most of the stories will be more action, all comments are welcome, and the stories will all branch out being told by who they’re about