A Slutty Valentine byTosshhh_©

A little history about my slut and me. We met 2 years ago in Hawaii. She was born and raised on Island and I frequent for surf trips. I became enamored with her immediately and after some correspondence convinced her to fly across the sea to be my live in fuck toy. We genuinely love and respect one another and outside the realm of our D/s relationship we have a healthy well rounded love. What began as simply a master slave dynamic has since evolved.
It was set to be our second valentines day first as a real couple. I elected to book us a rather extravagant outing at a spa and resort, all inclusive. I booked the nicest room in the resort as a treat for my sluts faithful service for the last 2 years. The evening began with early check in, Our room was beautiful and had been strewn with rose pedals by my instruction. On the counter was champagne on ice and a pair of matching robes.
My slut immediately stripped giving me a show of her remarkable curves. Her voluptuous bubble butt, her big bouncing boobs, her pink nipples, long blonde hair and green eyes. She is a 27 years old perfect beauty and she is all mine. I'm a 28 year old firefighter, 6ft tall, with muscles and a big dick. I work on the side and she wants for nothing. She hurriedly dawned her white robe that did little to hide her remarkable figure.
I changed into my robe as well providing comic relief to my slut as I did battle with my growing dick. My big brazen cock obscenely tented my robe threatening to free itself at any moment. We hadn't much time to spare so we set out to guzzle our champagne in an effort to be on time for our massages.
Once buzzed we set out for our massages. We walked past the beautiful lady at reception my slut and I arm and arm. My cock hung bulbously out in front of us causing snickers from both my slut and the receptionist. I strode steadfastly determined not to acknowledge my obvious erection.
An hour of bliss went by quickly as my masseuses hands wandered aggressively. My cock lost very little of its ambition as my hot masseuse roamed dangerously close to my veiny protrusion outlined by the thin sheet. I got a sense the massage had taken a turn as the lady began brushing my cock with every trip up and down my legs. By the end of the massage I was throbbing and rigid.
The massage ended unceremoniously and the door opened to my slut, naked being pampered by two women in the lounge section of the spa. This area was communal and another couple were timidly seated beside her their eyes roamed over her proud nude body. I quickly closed the distance between her and myself and wrapped her in a passionate embrace. My cock strained beneath my robe as I felt the naked warmth of my sluts oily scented body against mine.
I had an almost ravenous need to pulverize my sluts pussy then and there but I restrained myself. We elected to savor our spa experience in the sauna. The older friendly couple joined us in the sauna in there matching robes. They took their seats next to myself, my throbbing cock and my stark naked minx. We all made casual conversation in an effort to cut through the sexual tension in the room.
All efforts to quell the tension proved futile as my slut shimmied and flaunted her mesmerizing curves. Before long there was two tented robes in the sauna and a heavy sexual tension. We finished up our spa day and made the short walk back to our suite. My cock was always a stride ahead of us due to the enticing view into the deep cleavage of my sluts parted robe. Another knowing glance at the pretty receptionist and we were back at our room.
I could barely contain my self the moment the door parted I almost threw my slut onto the bed. She sprawled on the bed an evil glint in her eye, she spread her legs wide and played with her clit egging me on. I took that as a challenge so I positioned my pulsating pillar at her clenched pussy. I fucked and fucked, I was a possessed man with a desire to use my sluts reddening pussy until I had nothing left.
The veins from my cock spread across my body until the final vein on my forehead bulged wildly. This was an athletic endeavor my hips were a blur as I slap, slap, slapped against my sluts hungry cunt. My sluts moans echoed through the halls our headboard banged against the wall contributing to the composure. Sweat poured down our faces and necks beading on her bouncing tits.
My orgasm crept up my flexed legs, It continued to tingle its way through my ass and shiver towards my heavy balls. It was building as it traveled up my shaft and finally erupted into my sluts flush cum cavern. I pumped splurt after spurt into my straining moaning whore until I collapsed. We laid motionless basking in our sweat and musk a puddle of satisfaction.
We recovered for the next hour drinking champagne and wine. I went into my bag of tricks and pulled chocolate syrup and whipped cream out. As our jacuzzi filled with water we licked the condiments off each others bodies. I could tell my slut appreciated the sensuality of the night. She had grown so accustomed to the rough treatment she so craved. Every lady deserves some pampering even a sub slut like her.
Our bath was drawn and we sank into its warmth together. Our champagne glasses never became empty as we made our way through 2 bottles in the tub. We made love slowly in the tub enjoying the sensory overload of the ambiance. My slut piped up "Daddy thank you so much for taking such good care of me I really feel appreciated, I just wanted to let you know I love you and I love all of this but..."
She paused with a coy smile on her face as she rocked desperately on my big dick. "Well its just that I am kind of craving a really rough fuck, like really rough maybe before we go to dinner, I just want you to destroy me, I want my pussy to be sore the rest of the night, just wreck me, use me like a whore really push my limits." She didn't need to tell me twice and I had a plan for just such an occasion.
I stood from the water and retrieved a small blue pill from my wallet. I have the stamina of a 28 year old but for such an occasion I wanted to really do some damage. I downed the pill along with the last of the champagne. I made a call to room service and ordered two cocktails for us. By the time the drinks had arrived the pill had kicked in, My cock was a maroon color as I answered the door.
I answered the door naked to the blushing receptionist whose eyes were fixed wide eyed on my huge red member. I closed the door and then turned back towards the bathroom to retrieve my slut. I entered the bathroom and the look on my sluts face went from a beaming smile to a trance like state as her eyes traced the veins in my impossibly throbbing cock. I strode to her and entered the water standing above her.
She knew her place and immediately began throating my cock. Aggressively she impaled her face on my cock trying to impress me by not needing the aid of my hands. She gagged several times in her effort to swallow my hog but failed to rise to my expected pace. The time had come to help her accomplish her face fuck and I grabbed her hard by the skull. I pushing my cock in too the base and then withdrew to the tip. I thrust as far and as fast as my fat cock could manage in her twitching throat.
After several minutes she pushed off me to gag up a long train of viscous saliva. I continued my skull fuck without a moments pause and again after some time stretching her throat she pulled off me to yack up champagne and saliva in a sticky trailing glob. I hastily grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall behind her and squeezed her neck hard.
I paused to admire the mascara running down her face before reaching for the newly opened bottle of champagne. I shook the bottle and then sprayed it at her face. the bubbly mixture covered her face as she sucked air from gaps in the constant flow. I released her throat and pulled her by her feet till she was on her back legs spread in the tub. My sluts beautiful face was just at the water line her eyes and nose barely above water. I plunged my pharmaceutically enhanced cock into her gaping cunt.
With each heavy thrust into my sluts greedy pussy the water would form a wave and plunge my sluts face under the water. With each recoil she would have a second to poke her nose out from the water to suck in air. So I found my rhythm and began my long escapade of beating my sluts pussy into the porcelain. My slut had a look of panic and utter satisfaction as I built speed. The more erratic movement of the water made the opportunities to breath more sparse and were now accompanied by gulps of water.
The pill I had taken made my cock ache with a need for orgasm but it was a slow build. I fell into a zen like state basking in the moment feeling as if I would be ever approaching orgasm never to achieve it. The sensations were amazing, The beautiful golden light, The warm water splashing everywhere, The dizzy buzz from the champagne, The warm tight grip on my aching cock and then the frantically thrashing slut beneath me gasping for air beneath the water.
As I expelled all my frustration on her gripping pussy I wrapped my hands around my sluts neck and pulled her face above the water. She gasped her eye lids heavy exhausted by the ordeal. I gave her time to breathe but continued my attack on her pussy. I yelled at the slut "you want to give up cum dump?" Her eyes widened and she shook her head no at me. I then plunged her head beneath the water and held her there enjoying the silence as I ground my cock deep into her.
I left her down there until she began to struggle and then pulled her annoyed to the surface. "Look slut I'm trying to cum so hold your breath and let me focus your gasping is distracting." As I said this a smile broke out of my character but I quickly corrected. With that I again plunged her head under the water with force. I pressed her skull into the hard bottom of the tub and rocked my cock deep inside her as I approached orgasm.
Once more she had to come up for air but I had no patience for her incessant breathing and quickly plunged her back down sensing my impending ejaculation. Knowing I was near we both knew my slut would have to dig deep and stay put. I quickened my pace working myself slowly but steadily to orgasm. Just before I reach climax I withdrew from her cunt and maneuvered myself up her body. Without missing a beat or allowing her up for air I plunged my cock into her throat. Bubbles escaped her lips as I plunged my cock to the hilt in her submerged face. I fucked into her face cunt until I had dumped all my cum into her.
Once I had enough time to thoroughly enjoy my orgasmic high I pulled her limp body to the surface and out of the tub towards the bed. I noticed we had flooded the floor of the bathroom with nearly 2 inches of water with my furious fucking. I threw my slut onto her back on the bed she landed with a thud. I reached for the whipped cream again and looked down at my cock which was still rock hard twitching leaking precum. I stuffed the can in my sluts mouth and filled her mouth with whipped cream then shoved my cock down her throat right behind it forcing the fluffy white mixture down her throat. I repeated this process several times ignoring her coughs and gags.
I then pulled my cock from her mouth and shoved it back in her pussy which being well used accepted it to the hilt readily. I reached for the chocolate syrup and squeezed a heavy stream up and down her body lingering on her face for a while. I poured a heavy long torrent of syrup onto her face and hair coating her as I mercilessly pounded her gushing pussy. I again grabbed the whipped cream and sprayed it wildly all over her.
I again approached orgasm as she struggled to wipe the syrup from her eyes. I pounded harder and harder focusing on the slam against her clit. I knew it was coming so I dug deep and fucked her with a force that would chop wood. Finally after what felt like the longest climax of my life I withdrew from her and beat my cock at her aiming my jet right at her chocolate covered face. I erupted adding to the coating on her face buckets of cum splattered onto her until I was completely done. My slut was a filthy mess of chocolate whipped cream and cum all the way down to her glistening gaping red puffy cunt. A smile could be made out beneath the chocolate encasement on her face.
I told my slut not to move and reached again into my bag of tricks. I pulled hand cuffs from the bag and cuffed her to the bed. "Wait here Ill go get towels the clean up." I got dressed and headed to reception to book our dinner for the evening. The receptionists eyes darted continuously from my eyes to my still protruding cock. After our plans had been made for the evenings romantic outing I turned towards the bar area. Before I found my seat at the bar I turned back towards reception and added "Oh and one more thing can you send someone to clean up my room, I am ashamed to say I made quite the mess."

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Welcome Home, Babygirl byErunama©

It was a long day at work and all I wanted to do was come home to Daddy and relax. The bed was calling to me as I walked in the door, so I plopped down on it and let out a sigh of relief as my bottom melted into it. Not even a minute later I felt two hands on my shoulders, rough but gentle, massaging the tension away. I closed my eyes and almost moaned at how good it felt.
"Welcome home, Babygirl."
His voice was low and sensual, filling me with a soothing sense of protection. I wanted to say thank you but, as he rubbed my neck and shoulders and even began to massage my scalp, a blanket of calm fell over me and I couldn't seem to find my words. I could feel the smile form on his lips as he pressed them to my ear and kissed it gently.
"Why don't you go take a hot shower and then we'll spend some time together?"
The idea was lovely, except that I didn't want to leave. I wanted more of him, more of his hands, and more of his voice. I turned to look at him and we made eye contact for a brief second. Anyone who knew me knew that eye contact made me feel nervous and intimidated, so I looked down instead.
"Will you please come with me, Daddy? I... I want you to bathe me."
The words tumbled off my lips with hesitation. I was never good at saying what I wanted and it frustrated me a lot of the time. He felt that shyness and frustration with me as he stroked my cheek and lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Of course, Princess. Go get undressed and I'll join you shortly."
My demeanor immediately became that of a giddy school girl as I stood up and made my way to the bathroom, turning on the shower. I was going to get to bathe with Daddy! I removed my clothes and threw them onto the floor as the water began to heat up, then I tentatively stepped in so as to make sure the water wasn't too hot or too cold.
The water cascaded down around me, easing my aches and making me feel clean. Then Daddy came in and undressed himself before he stepped in behind me. He grabbed the shampoo and began lathering it in my hair, massaging and rubbing my scalp. It was the best feeling in the world. When he was done, I rinsed it out and then he started rubbing soap all over my body.
He didn't miss a single inch of me. He ran his hands over my breasts, caressing them gently. He ran his hands over my curves, reassuring me that he loved my body. He slid one hand down each of my ass cheeks and onward down the backs of my thighs and I shuddered as it tickled me.
"Bend over for Daddy."
It wasn't a question or a suggestion but a command, and I could hear a hint of power and lust in his voice. It turned me on and I instantly felt vulnerable and more aware of the fact that I was here, naked, in front of another person. I felt like hiding myself, but instead I obeyed. I bent over and felt his hands cover my ass cheeks, massaging and squeezing. Slowly they made their way closer to the middle and my breath caught in my throat as one of his fingers began swirling around my asshole.
"Daddy, what are you doing??" I asked, my voice filled with innocent concern and surprise even though I knew exactly what he was doing. We had talked about it many, many times.
"Daddy is cleaning you, little one." He pushed a finger inside me slowly, thrusting it in and out of my puckered hole. I tensed and this caused my muscles to tighten around him. He massaged my left cheek with one hand as he spread it gently and reassured me that I could relax.
I took a deep breath and he pushed his finger in deeper. He slid it in and out, the soap and water acting as lube and cleaning my insides. I felt a second finger press against my hole and I whimpered as it entered, forcing it to open even further. He gave me a few seconds of stillness, letting my body adjust before he began thrusting them in and out again. I felt... full. It was something I had never experienced before.
After a few minutes of this, he pulled out his fingers and stood up. I could feel his erection against me and it made me blush.
"I'm going to fuck your ass now, Princess, and you're going to love every minute of it. Aren't you? Spread your legs and relax for me. Reach back and play with your clit."
I did as he said, spreading my legs and rubbing circles around my clit. I moaned softly as my pussy began to ache and I found myself craving him inside me. Anywhere. My pussy, my ass, my mouth. I just needed to feel full. He pressed the head of his cock against my opening as he held onto my hips and soon I could feel him sliding into me, stretching me. My breath caught in my throat and I tensed, every fiber of my being telling me to get it out!
It was painful as he pushed in, gently and slowly, deeper and deeper. I groaned as he filled me up in a way that no man ever had before. "Such a good girl. Take it all for Daddy." Soon his full length was inside me and I felt strange. He rubbed my cheeks and the small of my back and let his cock rest inside me for a few moments. "Keep playing with yourself, baby. Focus on your clit. Focus on how good that feels."
It was hard to focus with his cock in my asshole, but eventually I was able to loosen up and make the pleasure I felt from rubbing my clit the center of my attention. I began to moan again and almost forgot about his member stretching my insides until he began thrusting in and out of me. I rubbed my clit harder and faster, focusing. He slid himself deep inside me and I let out a deep groan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
My thighs trembled and he began to fuck me harder, no longer slow and gentle. "That's my girl. Cum for me. Cum with Daddy deep in your asshole."
My breathing became heavy and my moans guttural as he worked himself deep inside me. Suddenly I felt his fingers in my pussy, fucking it furiously at the same time. This pushed me over the edge and I exploded, my legs shaking, my mind filled with nothing but need and desire, my pussy and asshole contracting around him. He moaned as my asshole tightened around his cock and this sent him into a primal frenzy, grabbing onto my hair as he slammed into me, hurting me, taking what belonged to him.
I yelled out as he claimed me, prolonging my orgasm, but my legs were becoming weak and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. Just then I could feel him throbbing inside me, ready to burst. He groaned and growled deeply, his voice almost animalistic. "Are you ready for my cum, Princess? Are you gonna take it all like a good little whore?"
His words filled me with a deep primal need and I never wanted him to stop. I wanted to be a good little whore for him, taking everything he had to give me. "Yes, Daddy, please!"
He gave one last long grunt as he emptied himself inside me, then he turned off the water and led me to the bed where we cuddled under the covers. My head on his chest and his arms around me, his cum dripping from my asshole. He kissed me on the forehead and smiled as he said, once again, "Welcome home, Babygirl."

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Dream byMountainMiscellanist

The core of this short story came to me in a dream. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed waking that morning!

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The old fishing boat chugged across the mirrorcalm water. Sitting on a small bench just in front of the wheelhouse, you were entranced by the space and the calm, and you let your mind flood with sensations. The bright red paintwork of the guardrails, the deep blue sky, the green and yellow of the lobster pots in the bow, the rainbow colours of the passengers' bags piled on deck. The fresh sea air, tinted with the clean smell of fish. The powerful rhythmic throb of the diesel engine. The warmth of the northern sun on your face.
You'd seen startlingly white gannets and the distant black wheels of porpoises, rolling through the water, but now your eyes were focused on the small island looming larger ahead of you, your home for the next ten days.
This was the first time you'd been to the Western Isles, but here you were, a volunteer visiting a remote island in the Hebrides to help uncover and explore the archaeological relics left behind by Iron Age farmers and fisherfolk over two thousand years before. A storm in the winter had exposed the remains of two roundhouses close to a beach on the far side of the island, and you'd be helping to stabilise access paths and build drains and banks to protect the remains from the ravages of the coming winter. There was an active dig going on, and you hoped to be able to join in with that too, sifting the sandy soil for ancient artefacts and generally helping the professional archaeologists and helpers who were here for the whole summer.
You'd signed up on a whim, searching for some escape from day to day life, and, you admitted to yourself in quiet moments, from an unrewarding relationship that seemed to have run its course. There were seven of you on the trip, five men and two women, including you. You'd got to know each other in the last 24 hours since you'd met up in Fort William. Overnight in a small hotel, out for supper together, and then a long minibus trip and two island ferries before you boarded this last boat, hired for the afternoon to get you all and essential supplies out to the island.
The island was beautiful, a jewel set in the deep blue of the Atlantic. The late summer sun glistened on the water and picked out the browns, greens, yellows and greys of the sloping hills as you rounded a headland, bringing the harbour into view. Away to the left you could now see the big old house, still home to the family that had owned the island for three centuries, and which they has generously put at the disposal of the historians and archaeologists for the summer. You felt a pang of envy for those that had spent their whole season here, rather than the scant days you could afford to take off from work.
The boat nosed its way into the entrance of the small harbour, slipping between the rugged stone walls, battered and weathered by hundreds of years of Scottish storms. You watched the crew, unerringly throwing ropes and effortlessly looping them round bollards and cleats to secure the boat alongside. Straining your eyes against the low sun, you looked up at the welcoming party that had gathered on the quayside to meet you and your fellow passengers.
As you sat and watched, bags were heaved up onto the quayside by the crew of the makeshift ferry, and the seven waiting volunteers climbed ashore. You climbed up last, a strong reassuring hand of one of the fishermen holding your arm to steady you as you stepped from the moving boat onto the ancient rusty iron rungs set into a recess in the harbour wall. The tide was high, and you only had a couple of steps before you were on terra firma, and being drawn into the hubbub of handshakes and name swapping and welcome by the local helpers, the laird and a couple of the archaeologists.
That was when you first saw her. Just as she lifted a bag - yours - and turned to carry it over to an old green landrover, already piled with rucksacks, bags and yaksacks.
You were mesmerised. There was something about her. Bronzed from working in the sun and the wind. Lean and toned from the physical activity. Small breasts under a dark cotton shirt. Long dark hair pulled into an untidy knot. But there was more than the physical. Confidence. An air of satisfaction with the world, of being happy with life, comfortable in her skin.
You realised you were staring, brought back to your senses by an eager smiling elderly man (who you later learned was Tony, the head of the dig) taking your hand and shaking it firmly, welcoming you and thanking you for giving up your time. By the time you looked back she had closed the rear gate of the landrover and was heading to the driver's door. She climbed in, revved the engine, engaged the gears with a crunch and slowly drove the old warhorse across the bumpy quayside and out onto the empty road to the big house.
Shaking your head and wondering what had come over you, you refocused on the huddle of people about you, and were soon immersed in the excitement of the evening and anticipation of the coming days.
By the time you had all been herded into a battered minibus and driven slowly up to the house, there was no sign of the mystery woman. The landrover was parked in the courtyard and the bags neatly stacked behind it, but the driver had disappeared somewhere into the depths of the house or the surrounding buildings. Collecting your bags, you were ushered into the grand entrance hall where the lady of the house took great pleasure in welcoming you each by name and allocating bedrooms. Some people had to share, as had been expected, but you were delighted to find that you'd been given a room to yourself, at the top of the old house.
You climbed the grand staircase, and then a steeper one which led to a long landing. Opening the door to your room you couldn't help but smile. A big bed and a wide window which flooded the room with light and let in the sound of the sea on the rocks of the shore below.
You quickly unpacked and took off your travelgrimed clothes, enjoying the illicit thrill of nakedness in front of the wide open views. Wrapping a towel round you, you walked down the corridor to find the bathroom. You seemed to have the whole floor to yourself, and luxuriated in the hot water of the shower as you washed off the sweat of a long hot day's travelling.
Clean now and just standing naked with the water running down your body, your thoughts returned to the woman. You'd only seen her for a moment, but something had struck you, captivated you. A fundamental feeling of attraction. Of rightness. Desire even. You found your hands stroking your skin as you thought of her, fingers gentle on the inside of your thigh.
Your reverie was interrupted by a knocking sound in the plumbing, and a sudden gush of cold water from the shower. You stepped out of the water and turned off the taps. As you dried yourself off you again wondered what had got into you. What was it about the woman that fascinated you, that drew you to her?
Back in your room you threw on jeans and a clean t-shirt, and headed down for a briefing and supper.
Downstairs, surrounded by the comfortable trappings of a family rooted in history, all the volunteers were gathering, along with some of the organisers and archaeologists. There was tea and coffee, and some maps and diagrams on flipcharts. All fascinating, but you found yourself distracted, looking for her.
Iain, the laird, welcomed everyone to his house, and gave a brief history and a few house rules. You smiled as he said that unfortunately hot water was sometimes limited, and that the showers could quickly turn from hot to cold if you used too much. His family had owned the island for centuries, and he was eager to know more about what his predecessors had done here, over 2000 years before. Tony, the dig leader, started his briefing, as you sat in a battered but comfy armchair. He explained the ancient history of the island, the previous finds, the discovery of the roundhouses and the progress of the excavations. Each of the team of scientists and helpers introduced themselves, as did all the volunteers and you listened patiently, but there was no sign of your mystery woman. But then Tony said "Where's Sandi?", and she appeared at the door, smiling a little shyly, wiping her hands on a tea towel.
"Hi. I'm Sandi, one of the archaeologists." She scanned the room as she spoke, but suddenly settled on you. Her eyes locked onto yours and the room seemed to go silent. You felt a calm warmth and was drawn into her, as you were before, but it seemed she was the feeling the same. Spellbound, looking deep into you.
Tony coughed, and the trance was broken, She looked down at her hands and managed to stammer "Sorry. Can't stay now. I'm on kitchen duty tonight. I'll see you all later." A last glance up and a last look into your eyes and she was gone.
You were aware of the man next to you looking at you.
"Do you know her?"
"Umm. No.", you mumbled unconvincingly, as Tony started to wind up the session.
"I think that's about all for tonight. Duties for tomorrow are on the notice board in the hall. Drinks on the terrace behind you in 10 minutes. And supper in the dining room at 7.
Chat and conversation bubbled up, but you needed a bit of space, and headed for the doors to the terrace.
The view was stunning. A light breeze had sprung up - enough to keep the midgies at bay, Tony had promised - but it was still warm. The sun was starting to slant lower, sending a fan of orange reflections across the calm sea.
Confusing thoughts crowded your mind. What was the matter with you? Who was she? Why were you feeling this way? She was a complete stranger. Was she feeling it too?
Others drifted out onto the terrace to enjoy the view and the space. Drinks arrived on an ancient trolley and the evening sunshine was filled with chatter and relaxed laughter. There was no sign of Sandi, but you chatted with your fellow volunteers and the dig team. You were excited to be here, doing something so different, with new people, and looked forward to the morning when you could start work, maybe with Sandi ...
A gong announced dinner and everyone filed into the dining room and found a seat. Your eyes lit up as Sandi appeared from the kitchen, looking slightly sweaty in a white t-shirt and carrying a large cauldron. "Chicken and barley casserole", she called out. "Please come and help yourself." She looked up and saw you. But this time she smiled a small shy smile as she found your eyes. You instinctively smiled back, and then she was gone again, tea towel over her shoulder, heading back to the kitchen. You watched her go, wisps of her hair escaping from the confines of her hairband, strong shoulders, and a toned bum swaying in tight faded jeans. You felt a tingle inside, the sort of erotic tingle that had eluded you for months.
You got up and filled a plate with an enticing mixture of vegetables, chunks of chicken and swollen barley. As you turned to return to the table, she re-appeared with a big basket of bread. Another exchange of smiles, and she followed you back to your chair. As you sat down she leaned forward past you, putting the bread on the table and letting her chest rub across your shoulder. You closed your eyes and luxuriated in the touch. You thought you felt a little hardness, and when you turned saw the telltale sign of her hard nipples pressing against the white material.
"Thank you Sandi." you said looking into her eyes.
"You're welcome, Sarah."
She turned away, smiling, back to her duties.
Sarah? She'd found out your name. Looked it up somewhere, or asked someone.
The evening went on merrily. with chatter and laughter fuelled by the wine and beer. Iain insisted that everyone had a wee dram before retiring, an old family tradition, and everyone was feeling relaxed and satisfied. Sandi hadn't joined the party, but you felt calmer now you'd said hello and felt her close. You would be on this small island with her for the next ten days and surely that would give you time to get to know her.
Aware of the early start the next day, people started to say goodnight and head off to bed. As you stood and headed for the hall, Sandi reappeared in the door. With more smiles she gave you a brief goodnight hug, as if she'd known you for years.
"Sleep well." she whispered in your ear as you felt strong arms holding you against her toned body, those hard nipples again, and her cheek brushing yours. It was over in a moment, but filled you with warmth and genuine smiles as you said "You too." and reluctantly let go of her.
Heading up the curving staircase with a spring in your step, you glanced over your shoulder to see her watching you go, still smiling.
Back in your room your mind was filled with that hug, and the feeling of her body against yours. You hadn't felt like this since you were a teenager, butterflies in your tummy and a tell-tale tingling rooted between your legs.
You stripped off your clothes, put on a long t-shirt to sleep in, and climbed into bed, still thinking of her, and still surprised by the depth of your feelings. It wasn't as if you normally fancied women, not since a crush and a brief fling when you were 19. But your desire for Sandi felt good and right. In fact everything about her felt right, apart from the strange fact that you were so attracted to this mystery woman that you had exchanged no more than half a dozen words with.
You found yourself wondering what she looked like naked, stripping away her clothes in your mind. You saw her small breasts with their hard nipples. You imagined the curve of her bum without those tight jeans, and her smooth strong thighs. You mentally stripped away her knickers to see trimmed dark hair. You opened her legs to uncover her lips, and slipped your finger between them, finding the wetness. You pushed a finger into her, and heard her moan and push back against you.
As your mind wandered round and explored her body, your own fingers were busy, stroking your breasts and holding your nipples. Slipping lower between your open legs, opening your own lips and feeling the wet slipperiness, just as you had with hers. Two fingers sliding in and out, two on the other hand drawing circles around your clit. Then faster and faster, until your whole body was focused on driving yourself towards a shuddering orgasm. The duvet was kicked to the side as your fingers pistoned in and out of you, back arched, the other hand stroking furiously at you clit.
Faster, harder, faster, harder ...
... until you felt the dam break and the wave wash over you, every muscle tense as the orgasm tore through your body.
You slumped back onto the bed. Smiling. Satisfied. Breathing hard. Happy.
With the sound of the sea coming in through the open window, the long day, the drink at supper and the release and exhaustion of a gorgeously physical orgasm, you quickly drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep.
It was hard to tell what woke you. Maybe the creak of a floorboard in the corridor, or the first sounds of the door handle being turned. Whatever it was, your eyes were open as she slipped quietly through the door and turned to face you. You could see her clearly in the dawnlight as she slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders and let it slide down her naked body and pool on the floor at her feet.
As she crossed the room you took in every inch and curve of her strong supple body. Reaching the bed she leaned forward, her hands on the pillow either side of your head, and softly kissed your lips. Pushing the duvet to one side you reached up, running your fingertips over her skin.
Pulling back she climbed onto the bed, kneeling astride your thighs. Still saying nothing, she reached for the bottom of your t-shirt and you arched your back and then lifted your shoulders to help her slide it off your body. You felt exposed and naked, but very ready for whatever was to come. The faint aroma of your earlier orgasm lingered.
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against you, and kissed you again, harder this time. You kissed her back, relishing the feel of her lips and then her tongue, playing and toying with yours. Your hands went to her bum, pulling her down against you, her short hair rubbing against you, hips grinding together in a raw lust you hadn't felt for years.
Her mouth left you and her lips went to your neck, then your shoulder, then your nipple. She sucked hard, playing with you with her tongue, her hand stroking and exploring the other breast and her long hair caressing your body as she moved. She gorged herself of you, urgently kissing and sucking. Shifting her legs, she parted your thighs with her knee, allowing you to rub yourself against her. She added a hand, her palm pushing against your clit and her fingers finding and probing you. You pushed back against her and abandoned yourself to her touch, eyes closed.
She moved lower and replaced her palm with her lips, kissing and sucking your clit, two fingers deep inside you now, sliding in and out of you. Her tongue started to circle your clit and she added a third finger, filling you and stretching you. You bucked your hips against her, driving yourself into her lips and the relentless assault of her fingers. You were ready. You could feel the passion building and knew your orgasm wasn't far away.
Her tongue flicking your clit pushed you over the edge. You arched your back, your hands in her hair holding her against you, body in spasm as wave after wave coursed through you, her fingers deep inside you and her lips locked around your clit.
Your body went limp and your arms flopped to your sides. Opening your eyes you saw her smiling face as she slid her body back up yours. She slipped an arm under your neck and pulled your head onto her chest, nestled on her small soft breasts. You were sated and exhausted. Closed your eyes. Fell into a deep sleep.
It was light when you awoke. Your head was on the pillow and you had a sudden panic that she had gone. Or that it had all been a figment of your imagination.
Turning your head and opening your eyes you found her next to you, smiling at you in the morning sunshine.
"You're still here!"
"Always."
She pulled you to her naked chest again, and kissed your forehead.
"Always."

Julie's Torment byGulliver©

Feedback always welcome of course. Feel free to let me know what you would like to have happen in future chapters. Please don't write to tell me my women's breasts are too big though. For the record, my first wife was 40D and my current wife is 44DD.

Julie Fry sat in her office, with the door closed, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. Her world had come crashing down around her ears that morning, and she was not sure what she could do about it.

As the Accounting Manager for Larsen Construction, she had, for the last 3 years systematically embezzled over $150,000. Phony invoices, from phony companies, the checks all ending up in her husband's bank account. She had, like all criminals, assumed that she would never get caught, but she was wrong.

That morning Rick Larsen, the owner of the company, had called her into his office and confronted her with the evidence, proving her malfeasance. There was nothing she could say. He had offered her little choice. Either a certain 10 years in jail for both her and Hal, her husband, or complete sexual servitude for a period of one year.

'Yes,' he had said, 'You can go to the police and file blackmail charges, and I may do 6 months in jail, but you will still do at least 10 years. So take your choice. For the next year you will be my complete sexual slave. You will submit to whatever I wish you to, whenever I wish, with whoever I wish. You will be subjected to the most extreme sexual activities, punishments etc that you can imagine.'

He had handed her a typed agreement and told her to look at it. The agreement merely reiterated what he had just told her.

'If you agree, sign it , and be at my house at 8pm tonight. If you choose not to, the police will be at your door by 8.30.' He handed her a small suitcase. 'This is what you will wear, if you come. Tell your husband that he is to stay at home and I will communicate with him by computer.'

Julie sat and wondered what was to become of her. The thought of 10 years in jail absolutely horrified her, but the thought of sexual slavery was almost as scary.

Julie Fry' 29 years old, shoulder length, sandy colored hair, 5'6' tall and about 150 lbs, a little on the heavy side she knew. Her large breasts, 38D, not quite as firm as they had been 10 years earlier, and her large ass, also 38, were her best features, and she was, quite frankly a little scared about how they would be used and abused.

After about an hour Julie realized that she did not really have a lot of options. She signed the agreement, slid it under Rick's office door, left the office and went home.

She had spoken to her husband Frank earlier, and told him what was happening. He said simply that it was her decision, and that he would support whatever she decided.

At 6.30 that evening Julie took a shower, and then opened the suitcase Rick had given her. 'Oh God,' she thought as she pulled out the clothes and began to put them on. A red satin, push up bra, with matching panties, both a size too small so that they fitted like they were painted on. A matching garter belt with charcoal nylons and 4' black heels. A small black dress completed the outfit. Cut low in front so that the upper slopes of her tits were exposed, the skirt hemmed about 5' above her knees, just covering the nylon tops.

At 8pm promptly Julie rang the bell at Rick's house.

'Come on in' he said as he opened the door. 'I am glad you decided to accept this alternative. Now take your coat off.'

Julie obeyed, exposing the outfit he had chosen for her.

'Very nice,' he said as he reached to cup one of her tits, squeezing hard. She pulled back, and his hand came up and slapped her face hard.

'Don't you dare pull back from me slut' he growled. 'Now get downstairs to the funroom.' He laughed as he said this, and led her down the stairs.

'Oh God' Julie thought as she looked at the room. A couple of couches and a small table sat in the middle of the room, while the walls were covered in various punishment tools, whips, clamps, gags, dildos and various stocks, tables and other devices she was scared to even think about.

'Welcome to my world' said Rick 'And to my friends' indicating two men sitting on one of the couches. 'Go and say Hi to them.'

As Julie slowly made her way over to the couch Rick started up the four video cameras, one in each corner of the room, and set the digital, still cameras, four also, to operate in automatic mode, shooting one picture every twenty seconds.

Returning to where Julie was standing Rick indicated the guy on the left and introduced him as John, and the other as Paul. Both men appeared to be in their forties: John about 5'10' and 175 lbs with dark brown hair: Paul about 6' and 200 lbs with light brown hair. Rick, himself, also stood about 6' and 200 lbs, with dirty blonde hair.

'O.K. guys, it's Friday and she is all ours till Sunday, to do whatever we like with, and to her.'

'Right' said John, 'Let's see what we have here. Pull your skirt up babe.'

Julie, very hesitantly grasped the hem of her dress and raised it a couple of inches.

John reached forward and slapped her leg. 'Come on bitch, all the way.'

Julie pulled her dress up to her waist revealing her nylons, tight panties and garter belt.

Paul reached forward and ran his hand over the front of her panties. 'Ummmm very nice,' he said. Rick meanwhile had pulled the back of her dress up, showing her panties stretched tightly across her big ass. 'Oh yes very nice' he said. I am gonna just love whipping this and fucking it too.'

'Let's see her ass Rick,' John said. Rick grabbed Julie's hair, spun her around and bent her over at the waist. 'Oh yes,' John said 'A beautiful big ass.' He raised his hand and slapped her hard on her right asscheek. Julie squealed 'Shut up slut,' John growled as he continued to rain slaps on her ass. 'Let's see those tits too,' Paul said.

Rick pulled Julie erect by her hair and turned her to face the two men. Pulling down the zipper of her dress to her waist, he then pulled down the front of her dress exposing her bra-clad tits. The tight fitting pushup bra barely covered Julie's nipples. John reached out to pinch one of her nipples. Julie cried out, and tried to pull away. In response John slapped her hard on the exposed upper slope of her left tit. 'This bitch needs breaking,' he said. 'Let's get that dress off and get her over the table. I think a little punishment is in order to show her just who is boss here.'

'No, not yet,' Paul said .'I want as blow job first.'

'Oh no,' Julie screamed. 'I can't do this.'

Rick twisted Julie around and grabbed her chin in his hand and pulled her close, almost nose to nose. 'Look bitch, you do not seem to understand your position here. If you like you can walk out now, but if you do you will be in jail by noon tomorrow. Now make up your mind, either you go through with the agreement you signed or suffer the consequences.'

Julie agonized in her mind as tears rolled down her cheeks. She knew that she could never survive jail, and she was not too sure she could survive the next year of this either, but she knew she had no real choice. 'O.K.,' she whispered. 'Whatever you say.'

'That's better,' Rick said as he finished unzipping the dress and pulled it down for her to step out of. 'O.K. Paul, we will do both. I will whip her ass while she sucks you off. Now take it out for him.'

Julie bent over Paul, sitting on the couch and unzipped his pants. Julie reached inside and released his hard cock, a good thick 7'.'Now, spread those legs and get that ass up,' Rick said as he picked up a paddle. 'I am gonna paddle your ass till you make him cum.'

Julie obediently bent over at the waist and lowered her mouth to Paul's waiting cock. As her open mouth neared his hot pole, he grabbed her hair and pulled her hard down onto his waiting cock.

Rick ran his hands over her large ass, admiring the way her panties clung to her like a second skin. Raising his paddle he brought it down hard on both cheeks. Julie jerked from the force of the blow. Meanwhile Paul was ramming his cock deep into her mouth, scraping the back of her throat. She began to suck hard on the hot cock raping her mouth, as Rick continued to rain blows down on her ass.

As Paul; and Rick continued to assault her, John crouched down and began to pull on her nipples. Despite her feelings Julie felt her nipples begin to harden.

Again and again Rick brought the paddle down, sending bolts of fire through Julie's big ass.

'Oh my god,' she thought. 'Will this never end?' She sucked harder and harder on Paul's cock, hoping he would hurry up and cum.

'Spread your legs slut,' she heard Rick bark, and she obeyed, spreading her legs as wide as she could. Rick ran his hand between her legs and began rubbing her cunt through the tight panties. 'Hmmmm,' he said, 'I think she is getting a little wet down here. She must like it after all.'

Raising his paddle he brought it down hard a couple of times on Julie's tender inner thighs, and then returned to punishing her ass. Paul was ramming his cock harder and harder into her wet, warm mouth. Julie felt his cock begin to jerk and spasm.

'Oh no, is he going to cum in my mouth?' Julie wondered. As if he had heard her thoughts Paul said 'O.K. bitch I am cumming. You better swallow every drop or else.'

Suddenly she felt the hot spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. Quickly she swallowed as shot after shot of his seed spurted into her mouth. Finally he was finished and Rick stopped paddling her, by now, sore ass.

Yanking her to her feet, Rick pointed to the other room. 'Go get cleaned up bitch, and change into the clothes in there. Then get back here, and we will start on the serious stuff.'

Slowly Julie walked into the combination bathroom/bedroom wondering just what was in store for her.

To be continued

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“W” for ‘Who is in Control?’

W" for 'Who is in Control?' An early incident in the development of submissive Chantelle
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As you enter in a smart business suit, looking slimmer and more handsome than I remember, you immediately notice the dishevelled bedclothes and my flushed cheeks. Breathing in deeply to savour the atmosphere you greet me cheekily with "Mmmm Chantelle, what's that gorgeous aroma?"
"I can't imagine!" I reply, so you continue sniffing and knowing you're taking a risk say
"It smells very like a woman on heat".
I'm on the point of throwing you out but my pussy still needs satisfied and I notice the outline of a bulge in your trousers so I say "OK! You caught me in the act and it might just be your lucky day. I was wanking with this vibrator," I say,producing it from under the pillow, "and fantasising about having a male slave completely under my control. If you consent to be my slave for the next hour or so, I might just help you in reaching your own orgasm."
By way of an instant reply, you are on your knees in front of me, head bowed to the ground, tongueing the shiny red patent 6.5" steel heel shoes I am wearing.
"Will you return the favour one day?" you ask before giving yourself over completely to me.
"I'd love to, but only if you make me come three times." I say.
"Its a deal!" you reply and continue to lick my shoes and ankles more lustfully than either of us can believe.
"From now on," I say, "you are my sex animal; totally devoted to me and to my sexual satisfaction. First, I'm going to tease you mercilessly but to prevent you abusing yourself before I'm ready, I'm going to tie you up."
Ordering you to stand, I undress you completely; kneeling in front of you to remove your ultra tight briefs so that your cock springs to attention right in front of my face. Gasping with uncontrolled lust, you grab your dick to pull the foreskin back, stretching it as far as you can to give me the best view possible. Teasingly I slap your hand away, make an "O" with my mouth and gently blow a stream of cool air onto the tip of your purple knob end. You pull my head towards your aching manhood with your left hand as if to fuck my pretty little mouth but, after sensuously sticking my tongue in the direction of your stiffening hardness, I again slap your hand away and instruct you to lie down on my bed.
I tie your hands behind your back, and your legs together at the knees and the ankles - gently but firmly - and you are no longer in a position to touch me or your cock.
I know I've got you eating out my hand and I want to rub it in.
"Do you want to touch your silly little cock? Or perhaps you want to ram it in my mouth, fuck my face real hard and dump your sticky white man oil down my throat? You would, wouldn't you?" I tease.
"Well, show me how much of a dirty sex mad animal you are then. I want all the following bits of me cleaned with your tongue in the right order: my shoes, feet, legs, tummy, back, chest, neck, fingers, under my arms, and both my holes. I want to hear you moan and growl with lust like an animal and if you get thirsty, there's a bowl of water you can lap from in the corner. When you think you've finished on my asshole you can clean your mouth out with water and kiss my lips and tongue. I'll be fucking myself hard with my vibrator all the while you're busy with your tongue and if you displease me, I've got a bigger dildo which I'll stick up your ass!"
Mad with lust, but bound as described, you're trying to fuck my bedclothes to relieve the unbelievable pressure in your cock.
I take control by first pulling on a pair of black rubber gloves and dipping my hands in a bucket of iced water to make them really cold then gently cupping your balls with one hand and slowly wanking your dick with the other. You melt under my touch and turn towards me, lying on your back which is exactly where I want you. Now I can lie face down on top of you but with my feet at your face.
"Now do as I commanded!" I say and, interrupted only by involuntary moans and grunts, you start to lick my shoes like they were the first meal you'd had in days, sucking the whole foot into your mouth from the toe end, gagging as you try to deep throat it and pushing your pelvis up so that your cock rubs wetly against my belly.
"Naughty, dirty boy!" I say "I'll have to get that swelling down."
So I rise up again and cross to the bucket of iced water. Reaching in with my rubber gloved hand, I extract four ice cubes and place them in my mouth. Crossing to the bed, I again lie flat on top of you, smothering your face with my tummy (still sticky from your pre-cum) and with my mouth level with your big fat rock hard cock. Taking the hint you greedily start to lick your own gooey juice off my perfumed tummy and I lower my ice filled mouth over your cock. Delirious with lust, you start to buck your pelvis thereby fucking my ice-filled mouth but again I use a cold rubber clad hand to grip and gently squeeze the base of your shaft which together with the cold ice on your dick, soon has you calming down and softening again.
"That's better. Perhaps you'll control yourself a little better as you complete the tasks I set you!" I say sternly, gently helping you to stand up beside the bed this time.
"My back, neck, chest fingers and holes still need licking, and to give you something to look forward to, I'll excuse myself for a minute." I whisper right into your ear, just before I head for the door.
I disappear from the room for only a minute, returning to stand facing you. Your cock has been re-stiffening just with the lustful thoughts which you can't clear from your head, and, prompted by "his" desire to be once again fully erect, you lean forward and start once again lapping at my body like a good little puppy. You trace a line all the way from just behind my ears down to each nipple, erecting your tongue like a surrogate penis to stiffen each nipple to full arousal, then sucking as much of each breast as you can into your mouth, then back up to my neck, licking and slobbering faster as your cock responds to the waves of passion coursing through you again.
Still aroused myself, I raise my hands to bring the fingertips within reaching distance of your mouth and you eagerly divert your attention to the brightly polished nails, nibbling at each fingertip before hungrily sucking each little digit into your mouth attempting to give each finger an unforgettable "blowjob". This gets me going nicely so I raise my hands behind my head, exposing the smooth and sensitive white skin of my underarms. Because of our height difference, it's now easier for you to drop to your knees beside me and lap teasingly at my ticklishly sensitive armpit.
The touch of your tongue sends a bolt of electricity through me - a mixture of a ticklish reaction and wanton lust and after only a few seconds I turn to face you, spread my legs to stand before you and lift my pussy to your head height.
"Pussy, pussy." I moan and spread my lips wide for you with my well licked fingers.
Now you can sense my lustful desperation to come, so you blow a gentle stream of cool air onto my pussy. Shuddering with ecstasy, I nevertheless remove one hand from my pussy lips and, steadying myself with that hand on your head, I raise one foot from its resting place to first nuzzle, then more aggressively prod, your anus and balls with the toe of my shoe.
"Don't get any ideas, my little slave animal." I say "Lick my pussy, you dog, not blow on it!"
The sensation of my foot and shoe on your balls, anus and dick has you fully aroused again and as I once more hold my lips open with two hands, you start to lick and suck at my clitty like a dying man at the fountain of life. My legs quiver and shiver as the first orgasm hits me, and my right hand abandons its post to insert three fingers deep inside my own pussy hole. To do so, my legs part slightly more as I crouch slightly and thrust the fingers in hard, groaning with desire.
Under my breath I whisper urgently "Eat my asshole, you dirty man!"
And as you obligingly move through my legs to access my beautiful rosebud anus with your tongue, the secret of what I was doing out the room is revealed to your mesmerised gaze...... as a special treat I had inserted a chocolate flake into my asshole, now stickily melted all over my ass cheeks and generating the most delightful aroma to mix with my hot lusty pussy smell.
Barely controlling yourself, you bury your face deep between my cheeks smothering your face in sticky chocolate goo and slurping and lapping at the tight hot flesh beyond.
Barely able to breathe you gasp "Open, open."
And this time I willingly comply, bending my whole body forward, placing the tips of my fingernails right in the crack of my ass and opening my ass cheeks so wide I appear to be trying to split myself in two. Wild with desire and an urgent need to shoot your spunk all over me, you spit chocolatey saliva right into my hole and immediately clean it off again with the fiercest ass licking I've ever had, closely followed by a tongue/ass fucking which triggers my second orgasm.
Shuddering uncontrollably and biting my tongue for fear of screaming with lust, I lean further forward to enclose the enraged tip of your swollen cock in the "O" of your mouth while still stretching my ass for you to tongue fuck. The feel of my ice cold lips on your hot dick sends a surge of adrenalin through us both and you snap the bonds which are still holding your hands behind your back.
Your two hands swiftly move to new positions - left hand on my hips to steady me and provide more purchase for your tongue now furiously fucking in & out of my asshole - right hand on the back of my head to provide more purchase for your dick now furiously fucking my face with strokes to match those of your tongue. Momentarily I withdraw my mouth and move my hands round to your dick and balls.
"Spunk me, you animal! Drown me in your come!" I scream and start to wank, tickle and suck you for all I'm worth.
So much blood is rushing to your cock that momentarily you feel faint before the tightening in your balls heralds the impending eruption. At that moment I stretch the skin hard back over your near exploding bell-end and the combination sets you off - after a small second when everything stands still, a fountain of spunk - spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt and ..... even bigger spurt shoots out from your dick, filling my mouth faster than I can greedily swallow and running out the corners of my mouth.
Quickly you stand, pulling me upright and towards you, rubbing your still stiff and sticky dick on my belly and planting your chocolatey, ass smelling full french kiss onto my half open spunk filled mouth; deep throating me with your tongue to drink your own jism from my lips while our bodies still shudder together in post orgasmic bliss.

Panties In The Night

This story is my second one. The first, I posted on Glamorvision but I think your site is better suited. Thanks for the forum and the opportunity to talk about this fetish. I didn't think there was so much mutual interest and experience out there. Funny how we think we are alone in our life experiences. I dictated this story on my mini recorder as I drove across the Mojave desert on my way back from a business trip. I had been thinking about sending it since I first accessed your site, pondering if it would be all right to expose myself, but after further review when I got home I thought I would like to share it. I dictated this story on impulse in order for it to be real, without embellishment, so it may be kind of raw, but it's true.

This is a story that is long forgotten, seldom remembered and has influenced my sexuality for ever. My experience with Maria started this fetish and the memory of the experience helped me to continue in my sexual forming years, but I could not imagine another experience occurring to reinforce that ecstasy with Maria and her slips and panties. Oh sure, I continued this search for pleasure with discovery in dresser drawers and hampers when I would go to other people's homes, but never did I dream there would be another woman actually dressed in them for my pleasure. The second experience started my quest for more like it for the rest of my life.
This story had began when I was younger, and Maria had moved away, so my experience with her was limited and sorely missed. It began when I was visiting my sister and my aunt by marriage, arrived for a visit with her husband, unexpectedly. Since my sister lived in a remote area everyone had to spend the night and the sleeping accommodations were limited. After a day of visiting and playing cards I decided to go to bed. The arrangement was that I, auntie Sarah and uncle Tom would share the extra bed. (A double bed at that.) Sarah had been the object of my attention most of the day, she was wearing a thin summer dress that revealed her full slip, bra, and panties. If I watched closely, I could get a glimpse of her slip when she crossed her legs, her panty line when she walked and her breasts encased in her bra when she bent over.. She noticed my attention and would occasionally smile gently when she would catch me staring, one time winking when she crossed her legs revealing her panties during the action. I wondered how I was going to react when we were in bed together, dismissing any fantasy because I presumed that Tom would be in the middle between us.
Anyway, I went to bed and waited in anxious anticipation that I might get a glimpse of her when she removed her dress and fully expected my sister to loan her a nightgown. But maybe, just maybe she would undress if she thought I was asleep. I had adjusted the dresser and the attached mirror so if I turned my back to the door I could get a pretty good view of the room (if only they left the light on when they came in for bed).
Well, about midnight I could hear them coming into the bedroom. They closed the door, did not turn off the light and were feeling romantic, kissing etc. Sarah was laughing and Tom told her to be quiet so she did not wake me up. I had a perfect view in the mirror and held very still. Tom was unbuttoning her dress pulling it off her shoulders, to expose the top of her slip as she kissed him and I could see her hand touching the front of his pants. Tom continued to pull her dress down, dropping it to the floor, grasped her slip straps pulling it down over her breasts. I almost came right then and there! He reached behind and unsnapped her bra, pulling it down to expose those magnificent breast and then returned the slip straps to her shoulders. He lifted the slip to expose her panties, yellow ones and satin too, as she undid his belt and pants, dropping them to the floor. His cock was rigid, pushing out against his underpants and she pulled them out past his pole and dropped them down as well. I had never seen another cock (other then Billy’s when we were kids). It was huge and as they moved together I could see it touching against her panties and the slip dropped over him shrouding the connection.
They disengaged and moved over to the bed. Sarah reached over and shook me to see if I was asleep. (like I was going to move?) Satisfied that I WAS asleep, she lay down, removed her panties, placing them between us, about face high and Tom mounted her. I could hear her gasp as he entered thrusting upward, shaking the bed. As they continued, I thought I would move and see if it interrupted them (thinking if I could disturb them he would get off and go to sleep, so I could turn over and touch or see her in her slip!) My movement did not deter them, in fact I turned over and they still they kept up the action. As I turned, I came face to face with her panties and very carefully reached for them, caught them, and quickly moved them into the inside of my underpants. In total ecstasy, I looked up and Sarah was watching me, looking right into my eyes, smiling as Tom thrust into her bouncing her breasts with each upward stroke. He didn't even notice me, engrossed in the moment. He was reaching climax, I could feel the tingling as I tried to rub the panties against me, without too much motion.
His nostrils flared and I could tell he was injecting his cum into Sarah as she pushed down against him, her legs high in the air, her slip bunched up around her hips, caught between them as he fell down against her. He got up, I could see his glistening deflating cock pull out of her and dangle between his legs. He put on his underpants and left the room to go to the bathroom. Sarah was reaching under the cover for her panties, which I quickly removed from my underpants and slid just inside the covers. She found them and stood up wiping the cum as it flowed from between her legs. I could see it soaking into them glistening in the light. She then put them on, I could see the wet parts sticking to her skin, transparent from the wetness. She lay back down on her side away from me as I turned away (not wanting Tom to catch me in a watching position) and waited for Tom to return. He did and was snoring within 5 minutes.
I waited a long time (seemed like an hour but was probably only 2 minutes) before I turned toward her, my cock hard, anticipating the opportunity to touch her slip with my bare skin. I had to move back, almost falling out of bed, so I didn't touch her too hard, so she would notice. I planned to just graze the slip, to remember the feeling the next day, and masturbate with the fantasy. As I cautiously approached her I tested the waters, just barely touching, then closer to see if there was a reaction, none, closer, now pushing the slip into her. I could actually feel the wetness of the cum on her panties soaking a wet spot right where my cock was, there between her buns. No reaction, I began to stroke against her, now there was some reaction!!! What was I going to do, I had been discovered!! I held very still, not even breathing. To my surprise and astonishment she was moving up and down, slowly stroking me with her sip and panty covered ass, right there between her buns, encapsulating my rigid cock in satin fabric and I stroked in unison with her, my cock swelling with each movement.
She stopped moving and puled away, the slip coming back attached to my cock!!! What now, I thought, Did I go too far? I felt her hand reach back pulling the slip free and up, moving her hand to my cock, grasping it and pulling it down. In one movement, I don't know how, she guided me inside the leg band of her panties right into her pussy. It was hot and wet and she slid back and forth with the tip barely inside her, the head entering, enveloped by her lips, then out, then in just inside, using it to rub on her clitoris (I remembered my experience with Maria and knew what she was doing and what I must not do (cum) but keep it hard. She put it inside once more and I could feel her contractions pulsing against my cock, squeezing and releasing, for a long time. She reached down and pulled me out, a gush of liquid following, soaking her panties as the leg band pulled them over her pussy. She then guided me back between her buns into to silky softness of the wet satin and moved up and down gently while pushing back against me. I gushed and ejaculation deep inside the fabric feeling the creamy liquid lubricate my path. When I finished, she reached back, wiping me off with her slip. I tucked my cock back into my underpants and turned over in bliss and restless sleep.
The next morning, I woke and Tom was gone and Sarah was just getting up. I could see the results of the cum soaking on her slip, now matted and sticking to her. She reached back pulling the slip loose, and as she stood there she took off her panties, as I watched in amazement, held them out to me and offered them to me as a present to keep. At breakfast and for the remaining time nothing was said about the night before. Tom was not aware of the activity after he went to sleep and Sarah would look at me with that knowing smile; knowing that I was wearing those panties, ( I just knew that she knew).
I didn't get another chance to be with her but ironically, after I got married, my wife and I would go to their house to play cards and visit. We would exchange glances (Sarah and I) with telepathic contact of knowing each other, never touching or mentioning the episode, even when we were alone.
Category: panties

Lipstick Stain byMollysMan18©

I tasted lipstick long before I could see it.
I couldn't see anything. Only the darkness. My world had shrunk to the size of our small bedroom. The smell of burning wax filled the space around me, exposed on the bed. Dark and trance-like music blared from the earbuds she had placed in my ears. Time had slowly become an arbitrary concept as I laid strapped to the bed for what seemed like an hour. It may have only been 20 minutes. I don't know. Suddenly I could feel the bed shift. Another presence had climbed onto it. My heart began to rush, adrenaline flooded my veins as I panted with anticipation. I had been made to be patient, restraining my animal desires for over a week now. I knew she would take care of me. She knew best. The light touch of mesh and lace traced up my calf and shin. The presence climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. As she pressed herself into me, I involuntarily attempted to grind myself into her, desperate for whatever contact I could steal. No sooner had I begun to squirm when a sharp pain broke onto my left cheek. She had laid her hand across my face with little restraint. She had instructed me not to move. I knew that, yet I had disobeyed. Fuck. Guilt. Shame. I knew I could be better. I knew she deserved better. She leaned forward and I inhaled the familiar scent. Her deodorant, hair, her skin. Lust and love. Fear and respect. I tasted it. Her lips briefly touched mine, and she stood, leaving me to obsess over my mistake with the taste of her lipstick serving as a reminder of what I had gotten myself into. Of who I had gotten myself mixed up with.
An indefinite amount of time passed. The occasional bead of sweat ran down the side of my face. My excitement was tainted by fear. Or was that just excitement? I could hardly tell the difference anymore. Was I even still awake? Had I been awake for any of this or was she only a fantasy I had created in a fever dream?
Instantly, light flooded my eyes and there was silence all around. She had ripped the earbuds out and removed the mask that had blinded me. My eyes began to adjust to my new reality. There was a new scent in the room, still smoke but... not from a candle. A different kind of smoke. I heard clicks on the hardwood, followed by the squeak of the leather chair that sat in the corner as she settled down into in. I adjusted myself as best as I could to lean up and get my bearings. She had unplugged the clock. Dammit, she was too smart.
She was just staring silently. My mouth fell open slightly. A small gasp. The last time I had seen her, hours before, she had been wearing an innocent sun dress and brown sandals. How on earth was this the same creature?
She gazed at me with a stern poker face. Her big, deep hazel eyes gave no ground. No clues. No hints. They only stared at me out from under her bangs. The bangs that framed her face like a portrait in a gallery. Only the slight tinge of a smirk formed at the corner of her mouth as I caught sight of her. Her long legs were elegantly crossed; covered in black stockings that were held up by a garter belt. The lacy accessory accented the curves of her waist better than most women could ever hope for. Her right heel dangled slightly off of her small foot. Her long hair fell around her shoulders. Her floor-length black robe gave her the appearance of royalty, hiding only enough from view to keep anyone lucky enough to see her longing for more. She displayed her matching black bra and panties like a store mannequin might, inspiring hopeful onlookers that maybe someday they too could capture magic in this world, if only they bought the right clothes. She was calm and confident. Seeming entirely in her element. I could never hope to get used to the sight, no matter how many times I looked upon her. Only this time, there was a new ingredient I had never seen before. There was dark lipstick staining the butt of the cigarette that casually balanced between the fingers of her right hand. I had never seen her smoke in my life. Since when did she smoke? Fuck, how did she always manage to surprise me? Keep me guessing? I was conflicted at the sight, but the tight throbbing that overcame me served as evidence that I wasn't really conflicted at all.
For a long time, we said nothing. I was speechless. Too nervous to let words escape my lips. With anyone else, this silence would be deafening, but she managed to hold control over the room without uttering a word. She displayed none of the nerves that I felt course through my body. She just calmly bounced her foot as she lounged back in her chair, never breaking her gaze. Taking slow, deep, long drags on her cigarette. My anticipation grew with every passing moment. My thoughts ran wild, desperately trying to recall every little thing I could have done to displease her. Fuck. What was she thinking. What did she have in store for me.
When the cigarette had almost burned down, she uncrossed her legs and stood. Gracefully, she made her way over to the bed, placed her knee between my feet, and crawled slowly forward until she was hovering over me, face to face. She took one last drag, blew smoke into my face, and smirked. "Oh, you poor boy. You simply have no idea how much trouble you are in."
I gasped in pain as she crushed the burning cigarette into my chest.