Last Minute Wedding Date byWolf16again©

This was some years ago and still makes me smile. I was wrapping up a messy divorce around the same time my little sister was getting married. I really wasn't in the mood to have a +1 at this wedding.
I had reconnected with a lot of my friends during my divorce because while I was married the ex was really all about cutting off my social connections. I know now it was just her way to keep gaining more control over me.
One friend that came back into the picture was Dina, not her real name. Jet black chin length hair, brilliant green eyes light skin without being pale, about 5'3" with the curves that says she might be white but there's just got to be some Latin in her and if not it would be me in her soon enough.
We knew each other way back in high school. She was the quiet girl with a crazy look in her eyes and I was the quiet nerdy kid that was the secret side piece for a lot of "popular" girls. They never wanted to be seen with such a nerdy guy even if they liked my personality, mouth and dick.
Dina and I occasionally met up for a drink and to just shoot the shit. She was recently divorced too. There was some attraction, but I didn't take it seriously because she already had a boyfriend. One night we were talking about upcoming events. She mentioned a camping trip with her boyfriend. I mentioned my sister's wedding.
She lit up. Went on and on about how much she loves going to weddings. I told her I need a plus one if she was interested. She accepted and that was that. I didn't think anything of it. I sent in my RSVP and got refitted for my suit since I had lost some weight since the last time I had worn it.
Fast forward to the day of the wedding. It is chaos in formal wear. I'm the oldest of my siblings and all of the cousins and the most beloved of the uncles so all the kids are with me including my two daughter. Dina is impressed with how I can handle all of them without losing my cool or raising my voice.
Dina looked amazing in an elegantly simple black dress that showed off her curves. Just perfectly form fitting, she looked like a damn goddess. We take our seats and all the kids are in the same row as me and I keep them in check.
Wedding happens and we go to the ballroom in the same place for the reception. There's drinks flowing, lots of dancing and great food. I start to notice that Dina is being much more touchy feely and when we dance she is really getting into it. My mom and sister both pull me aside to tell me to chill out because it's like we are fucking on the dance floor. I laugh it off, but out of respect we cool it down.
Later in the night it's still bumping and all the kids were gathered up and my mom took them to her house to have a massive sleep over. As soon as she pulled off in her mini van Dina whispers to me that she needs to her something out of my car she forgot. So I grab my keys and we walk across the asphalt in the cool night and before we get to my car she turns and lunges at me and we start to make out intensely. I was not expecting that.
We fumbled all the way to my car and climbed into the back seat still making out and I lifted her dress and could see how soaked her panties were. I just moved them to the side and immediately went down she tasted amazing to me and I could taste her essence from all that dancing and how wet she must have been the whole time. I lick up and down her lips and suck on her clit while she's just grinding her pussy on my face moaning and squealing as I focus on making her cum with my mouth.
I can feel her start to cum as she bucks I grab on to her hips to keep her from retreating from my mouth and then lower my tongue and start to circle her ass too. And she loses control. Almost screaming at the top of her lungs and calling my name. She pulls me up so we can kiss and she tastes herself and tells me she needs me inside of her right this second.
Here I am. About to fuck this beautiful slut and no condoms. I tell her I have no condoms, but I've had a vasectomy and is she's okay with that I'll be okay with it. She looks me in the eye and nods then demands I fuck her now.
I struggle to get my belt and pants undone and removed but the second my cock was free she grabbed it and guided it to her sipping wet pussy and guided me in. She was tight, but wet enough I slid all the way in and she made that similar grunt/yelp women always make when they realize through experience how long and thick I am. I kept eye contact with her and start to slowly work myself in and out of her while pulling her hair and occasionally kissing her or biting her neck. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper into her and forcing me to hold it deep inside before letting me stroke again.
This must have only gone on for maybe 5 minutes and I could feel myself getting ready to cum inside of her. She had already cum and the back seat of my car was soaking wet from her squirting. As I was pulling out to slam back into her she stopped me by gripping my cock with both hands and pulled me out of her. She then started to guide me to her ass. I asked her if she was sure and she told me she needed to feel that pain to cum again because her pussy was too sensitive now.
That's all it took for me to nod in acceptance and I slide all the way inside of her ass and to torture her even when she slapped me and tried to push my hand away I played with her clit. I had to life her ass off the seat to get the leverage I needed and lift her legs to get the angle and just plowed her ass like I was hate fucking here. She bit my shoulder and pulled my hair calling me every profanity in the book as I fucked her ass mercilessly. I told her her ass belongs to me now and her boyfriend would have to wait his turn whenever I wanted it.
This went in for a frantic 3 minutes tops, but we both came so hard. She screamed and bit me with tears in her eyes and I could feel my cum shooting from my sick deep inside her ass and just when I thought I had stopped cumming an whole new cycle of ejaculation started again causing her to cum and squeeze me more. It was like a feedback loop until we both collapsed.
I stayed buried in her ass still hard when I heard some commotion coming from the building the reception was happening at. I told her to recover. I would say my good byes and be back to drive her home.
I said my good byes to my family. My sister gave me a knowing look and her husband high-fived me. By the time I made it back to the car Dina was looking presentable again and she was finishing up a phone call. I got in started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot to head back to her place when she told me we could just go back to my place. She told her boyfriend she was going to stay with me that night. He accepted that I was going to be her preferred cock from now on.
It didn't last. With great sex comes great mental instability.
We still occasionally run into each other out and about. Last time it was when I was on a date. I was polite and introduced them to each other and by the end of the night I was again balls deep in Dina while my date was eating her pussy. But that's a story for another time.

YMCA After Hours byElickser©

YMCA After Hours

byElickser©

 

 

 This one is about 95% a true story. It brought back a lot of great memories as I wrote it.
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Ali considered herself a pretty normal 18-year-old. She was more than a month into her senior year of high school and was looking forward to heading off to college in a year. She kept her grades up, even though she didn't work too hard at it, and she worked part-time as a lifeguard at the local YMCA.
She was part of a close family that included two parents who "got it" and four younger siblings, none of whom was a problem. On top of that, she had a steady boyfriend, Jake. Ali wasn't sure if Jake was The One, but they were happy and had a lot of fun together.
That included sex, something they had each explored for the first time starting that past summer. They were kind of learning as they went, trying different things and finding out the best techniques.
Because of that, sex was still very exciting, although sometimes not as satisfying as Ali hoped. Jake wasn't selfish, but from what she read about and heard from her friends, it seemed like things could be better than they were.
So Ali tried to think of something that would kick things up a notch. It was harder for Jake and her to find a time and place for sex since school had started again, because he had soccer practice and games, and she worked nights at the Y. Last week, they had pulled it off by sneaking into a neighbor's yard and putting down a blanket in a stand of trees, but they still had to hurry.
One night when she closed the Y's indoor pool at 9:00, Ali had a thought. She realized that when she closed the pool, turned off the lights and locked the front doors, the YMCA was shut down until the next day, except for members of the squash club, who had their own entrance on the other side of the building.
Hmm, maybe she could bring Jake here for a late-night sexual rendezvous.
Consulting a calendar, Ali came up with a plan for a Saturday night two weeks away. Jake did not have a soccer game and Jill was the lifeguard that night, and Ali knew that Jill frequently closed the pool early, sometimes by 8, if nobody was there.
When she proposed the plan to Jake, he was, not surprisingly, all for it.
"You're not worried about us getting caught?" he asked.
"No. As long as we have only the night lights on, we'll be fine. There isn't an alarm system and the only people that could get in are other employees or somebody playing squash ... and who's going to be playing squash late on a Saturday night?"
As the days passed, Ali was getting more excited about their "date." She figured they had at least two - maybe three - hours of time to play until they had to be home and she had some things she wanted to try on Jake.
However, one of the guys in the senior class decided to hold a big party on the same night. His parents would be away and he arranged to have everybody meet on the far side of his family's land, over a big hill and away from the main road. He was going to have a nice fire going and three kegs of beer. It was one of those events that you really needed to be there, or be square.
So Ali and Jake agreed they'd go to the party, but sneak away the first chance they got. Neither of them thought it was a good idea to tell anybody else why they were leaving.
The party was even bigger and better than expected. By 7:30 on a chilly October evening, one of the kegs was already kicked and somebody had gone to get more. Ali and Jake got around to seeing all their friends, but they kept sneaking glances at each other and winking. Under normal circumstances, leaving a party like this would be a buzz kill, but both had their minds on something else.
By 8:45, Ali gave Jake a nod. They said they had to take a pee and headed toward the woods. But when they were done, they headed the other way and circled back to Jake's car. It wasn't easy getting out of the field around all of the haphazardly-parked cars, but Jake managed.
By the time they arrived at the YMCA and parked down the street, they were giggling like a couple of elementary kids, and both were nervous.
Ali got out her key ring and let them in the front door, making sure nobody could see them. They had no trouble negotiating their way to the pool because of the security lights, and Ali used another key to let them in the pool area.
Clearly, Jill had left early, because the pool's surface was as flat as a pane of glass. Just enough lights were on that they had no trouble seeing.
Ali said, in a low voice, "The one thing we can't do is talk loud, 'cause it just bounces around in here and makes it louder. You can even hear it from outside sometimes."
"All right, I'll keep it down. And Ali, since this is your idea, you let me know how you want to do this."
It was exactly what she wanted to hear.
She took off her coat and dropped it on the bleachers. She pulled his coat off and threw it with hers. Then she gave Jake a deep kiss and motioned for him to sit on the first row of seats.
Her plan was to give Jake a strip show. She quickly took off her shoes and socks, then peeled her tight jeans down and over her feet, showing off a skimpy pair of rose-colored panties. By Jake's smile, she knew he approved.
Then she took her time unbuttoning her flannel shirt, giving Jake a peak at her bra-covered breasts before throwing the shirt down. Ali turned away, reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall before spinning around to face her boyfriend.
Ali did not have large breasts, but she was proud of the way they stuck out, and when she got excited - like she certainly was now - her nipples really came to life.
She giggled when she saw that Jake was doing a mock clap, then she bent down and slowly removed her panties. When she was done, she stood there in her naked glory, letting Jake take in the sight. Feeling a little brazen, she turned around again and bent over, giving him a view of her exposed asshole and pussy lips.
By the time she turned around again, she saw Jake trying to make an adjustment in his pants, so she knew what she was doing was working.
Ali then stepped over to Jake and put her chest right into his face, leaving no doubt as to what she wanted. He was quick to catch on, rubbing his face on both tits, and capturing the extended nipples in his mouth. Ali could feel the moisture building in her slit, especially after Jake reached around and grabbed both butt cheeks.
She let him continue for a minute or so, but backed away. Then she pulled him to his feet and pulled off his hoodie and T-shirt. She motioned for him to take off his shoes and socks, and when he was done she waved for him to come closer. She reached out and undid his belt buckle, the top button and the zipper, and her hand couldn't help but bump into his hard dick.
Jake helped her get his pants off, then she reached up and yanked down his boxers, causing his boner to slap against his stomach, which produced some light laughter from both of them.
But the laughter soon turned to moans from Jake, because Ali pulled him close, grasped him with her right hand and guided his cock to her mouth.
Only one or twice had Ali really been able to take her time and love Jake's dick orally, and she couldn't remember a time when it wasn't in pitch dark. So as she moved her lips over the head, she relished being able to see what she was doing and enjoyed the experience that much more.
Before Jake, Ali had no experience with sex, so other than some chatter among friends, she had no idea how he stacked up size-wise. But she guessed his penis was at least 6 ½ inches, which was plenty for her. Jake was cut, and had a nice, big purple head that was leaking a little precum at the moment.
Ali moved her lips down his shaft, attempting to get it as wet as possible. She kept her tongue moving and dropped her left hand down to cup his testicles. She had never actually tried to take him all into her throat before, but had decided to try tonight.
For a while, she bobbed her head slowly up and down, eliciting more moans from Jake. When she reached near the head she sucked as hard as she could. Ali kept this up for several minutes before she took a break and used her hand to stroke his cock.
When she filled her mouth with dick again, she tried to go all the way down, but the angle just didn't seem right.
So she pulled off and stood up, looking Jake in the eyes. Ali could see his look of disappointment, so she patted him on the cheek and whispered, "Don't worry; follow me."
She walked over to a corner of the pool at the shallow end and walked down the steps into the water, dragging Jake with her. Ali dropped completely under the level of the water, came up and pulled her wet hair back.
"Sit on the side," she said quietly.
Jake hopped up on the side of the pool and Ali came to him, still standing in the water. She put his cock in her mouth, not loving the chlorine taste, but it still wasn't the right position. She motioned him to move closer to the steps so she was in shallower water, and tried again and now it felt better when she closed on his shaft.
She sucked him for several minutes, allowing for the pool taste to subside and for her saliva to get worked up again. Then she slowly slid down his cock, made herself open up her throat and relax and took him all the way in. Her lips were butting up against the wispy hair at the top and his balls at the bottom and she was thrilled. Jake clearly was, too, because he said, "Holy shit, Ali!"
Slowly she came back up, pulled off with a plop, put her finger up to her lips to remind him not to talk out loud, then gave him a big smile ... and went right back down on him.
Ali was amazed at how much fun this was, and that she could do it. From what her friends had said, none of them had been able to go the whole way down on their guys, so she felt pretty special.
She worked back up and down on Jake's dick, slurping and sucking and tonguing, and loved the feel of it. His cock was rock hard, but still soft to the touch, and she really enjoyed sucking on the head. She could tell Jake liked it when she tongued just under the head because of his sharp intake of breath.
"This is so much better than the other times I gave him a blow job," Ali thought. She was more in control this time and was able to appreciate the feel and taste of his cock because they weren't hurrying.
And then she realized, thanks to Jake's moans and slight shaking, that the end was coming soon. She had tasted his cum before, but only when he had blasted spurts on her chest after fucking her, and that was sort of experimental when it had already cooled off. This time she was determined to taste the real thing, hot and straight from his cock.
After two more moves all the way down his dick, Ali knew he was ready. When she heard him grunt, she got mentally set, and he didn't disappoint - the first jet of cum fired into her mouth as she was moving back up and the second hit right on top of it, filling her mouth in a flash and forcing her to quickly swallow.
She put her lips over his head and pumped with her hand, bringing forth another four or five smaller bursts, enough to fill her mouth again. When she sensed he was finished, she pulled off, opened her mouth to give him a cream show, then swallowed it all down.
Ali could see more on his still-throbbing dick, so she used her tongue to lap it all up, not giving up until he was semi-soft and clean.
Jake shook his head and leaned forward, looking Ali in the eyes and whispering, "I never came like that before. That was awesome!"
"Hey, I loved it, too. We'll be doing that again."
"All right, what's next? I like where this has gone so far."
"Let's switch."
Jake helped pull Ali up on the deck, then dove into the water. By the time he returned to the side of the pool, Ali was sitting on the edge with her legs spread invitingly apart. He moved her away from the steps so his face was at the same level as her crotch and leaned in.
After a few licks, he looked up and said, "That chlorine makes it taste funny."
"Well, so did your cock, but it'll go away. Trust me."
So Jake went back to work and slowly but surely, Ali got wetter and wetter, displacing the taste of the pool with the taste of her juices. Ali had never been eaten by anybody but her boyfriend, but she could tell he was getting better with experience.
She could feel his tongue gliding through her folds, diving deeper into her hole. One new thing he did was vary the pressure he was using with his tongue, and Ali liked that. When he moved up higher and starting nipping at her clit, the first waves of her orgasm began.
"Oh, yeah," she sighed. "Put a finger in."
Jake complied, directing an index finger into her slot while he kept up his attack on her clit. The combination proved too much for Ali, who fell back to the deck as heavy spasms swept through her. It was nearly torture to hold in her voice, but she managed to do it for the most part.
He kept going at full speed, until Ali pushed his head away to give herself a break and get her breathing back to normal.
She sat up and pulled Jake close and said, "You're getting better at that. You aren't getting any extra practice, are you?"
"No," he laughed, "just inspired by what you did to me."
Ali leaned forward and fell into the water and both swam around a little bit. Jake tried to catch Ali, but she was a good swimmer and stayed away, teasing him, until she "let" him grab her ankle and pull her close.
They started to get into some serious kissing as Ali wound her body around his. Eventually, she reached down and felt for his dick and discovered that he was stiff again. She directed him to the shallow end, until her butt was above the surface, and shifted down so she could let Jake enter her.
He took his cue and began a furious rocking motion. Then Ali said, "Move deeper." Jake took three steps toward the deeper end and that was enough to put the water level to the small of their backs.
Jake resumed his plunging, but it was much different now that he was bucking against the water, too. Just as he started to get his rhythm again, they heard a noise coming from the men's locker room, like a door closing.
"Oh, shit," Ali whispered. "We've got to get out."
She hung onto Jake's neck as he walked toward the steps and got out of the water. She desperately looked around for where they could hide. They heard a locker door bang shut, which got her adrenalin flowing again. Then she saw something that might save them.
Ali got off of Jake and pulled him to the corner of the deck. Just to the side of the bleachers was a walled-off area about five yards square that housed some electrical boxes and pool cleaning equipment. She couldn't get in the door, but a series of metal steps resembling a ladder enabled the lifeguards to climb about 10 feet up to a flat area on top where they stored flotation devices. So she scrambled up, followed closely by her boyfriend.
There were two long flotation ropes that they piled up on the far side so they couldn't be seen and they lay down on a pile of foam boards that beginners used to stay afloat.
"We should be OK here," Ali said lowly, "except for the waves in the pool. And - oh, fuck - we left our clothes down there!"
Ali didn't hear anything for a while, but eventually she could hear the sounds of somebody hitting a squash ball.
"Well, as long as they play and don't look in here, we'll be OK. We should probably stay up here until they leave, though."
Then she looked into Jake's eyes, and realized that the desire they had a few minutes ago was still there. So she slid down her board, grabbed Jake's semi-erect cock and sucked it into her mouth. And, despite having had a scare, his dick responded, quickly regaining the stiffness it had a couple of minutes ago.
Ali was in a frenzy to fuck again, but knew she had to be patient. She whispered for Jake to get on his knees, and she placed towels at both ends of the board they were on so it wouldn't bang against the floor. Then she stretched out on her back, spread her legs and beckoned Jake to get on top.
Jake had no trouble finding Ali's slippery slit and drove his cock home. Both were now focused completely on the sex and, despite the awkward circumstances, did not take long to come. Ali was first. She couldn't believe how fast her orgasm hit, and it came all of a sudden, causing her to rock into Jake even harder while stifling her moans.
Less than a minute later, Jake's grunt let Ali know he was there, and she felt his spurts hit the back of her cunt, making it even more warm and gushy than it had been on her own. He gradually stopped his thrusts and both gripped each other while waiting for their breathing to return to normal.
As Jake moved to get off Ali, his left foot connected with a noodle float and knocked it off the edge and onto the plastic bleachers, making a dull thud that reverberated inside the pool.
They both scrunched down behind the ropes and looked down to the other end of the pool area to the men's locker room entrance. Sure enough, a man's head emerged, and he was clearly checking to see what made the noise.
Ali realized that enough time had passed so that the water in the pool was almost flat again, but she just hoped the man didn't see their clothes on the bleachers.
Suddenly, the man said, "If anybody is in here, you'd better get out. If I hear anything else, I'm calling the police."
Ali and Jake looked at each other with wide eyes, but then saw the man retreat and the door close.
Putting a finger to her lips to make sure Jake wouldn't say anything, Ali thought about what they could do. And then she came up with a plan.
"Follow me," she whispered.
Ali got up and scooted down the ladder, even as Jake's cum dribbled down her one leg. He followed quickly and helped her scoop up their clothes. They left the pool area and Ali locked it up. Then she headed away from the squash courts to a door on the other side of the building that led down to the basement, went down the steps and pulled open the first door on the right.
There were no lights in this room and the two windows let in only a small amount of light from a parking lot at a factory next door. But there was enough light to let Ali know she had picked the right room - all that was there was a wrestling mat that covered three fourths on the floor and a utility weight machine at the one end that had a bench press and several other stations.
"We should be able to talk in here," she said, "but probably not loudly. I think if we stay in here a while, we can leave by the exit door at the end of the hall and nobody will see us."
Ali dropped her clothes on the mat, but checked her phone.
"We've got about 45 minutes to kill. So, what would you like to do, Jake?"
She watched as Jake's face changed from bewildered to normal, to what she thought could be probably be described as leering.
"Christ, Ali, I think you can figure out what I want. You've got me so turned on I can't think straight."
"I was hoping you'd say that. I never knew sex could be this much fun ... even if we almost got caught. I've got an idea. Why don't we wrestle since we're on a mat here? Winner gets to choose what we do next."
"You're on."
Ali had never wrestled anybody for real, and Jake had about 5 inches and 50 pounds on her, but she did roll around her living room floor with her younger brothers, who were on a youth wrestling team, and had learned a few tricks. Plus, she knew Jake didn't know anything about the sport.
The two started circling on the mat, neither quite sure exactly how to attack the other. Then Jake reached out for Ali's left leg and she skipped away and lunged for his right leg. She got both hands wrapped around his thigh, but he was too strong and she couldn't pull the leg in.

 They both fell to the mat, which let Ali get an arm around both of Jake's thighs. Jake, trying to recover, slid his right arm between their bodies and grabbed hold of her opposite hip and tugged up as hard as he could.
Ali felt herself being tossed around, but she gamely held onto the legs. As Jake rolled, he ended up flat on his back and Ali came down onto him. As soon as the motion stopped, she realized that she was staring at his semi-soft cock, about 2 inches from her nose. And, that her crotch was already hovering over Jake's face.
"Stop!" Ali said. "Change of plans."
As the last word came out of her mouth, she dropped it down to his dick and deftly sucked the tip into her mouth. Jake caught on quickly, lifting her hips to the right distance for him to dip his tongue into her slit.
While Ali savored the taste of her boyfriend's cock, she realized that some of that flavor came from her own pussy, and she had to admit the combination tasted good. She also realized that from this angle, she could easily take all of Jake's shaft into her throat, and as soon as he was fully engorged, that's exactly what she did.
She experimented a little, seeing how long she could stay all the way down on him, seeing how he reacted when she used her tongue while she was bobbed up and down, and noticing that he liked it when she took a break and simply licked and sucked on the head.
By this time, Ali could feel another orgasm approaching. She was impressed that Jake was learning some good things with his tongue, and the combination of what he was doing and her relishing the dick in her mouth touched off another explosion in her pussy.
When she came down from that wonderful feeling, Ali told Jake to stay where he was. She swiveled around and got on her knees so she was straddling his hips, then sank her crotch down onto his throbbing cock. She reached back to put him inside her, and felt his pole fill her tight cavity.
She turned to face him again, putting her hands on his shoulders, and began rocking back into him, steadily gaining speed in her thrusts. She could see he had his eyes closed and she said, "Just stay as you are and let me fuck you."
Ali sat up and bounced on him for a couple of minutes, then put her head on his chest and slowed things down, marveling at how good it felt to have his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She had never had a chance to feel these sexual vibes so strongly before and she loved it.
But when she revved up her motions again, she could tell Jake was getting close to having his orgasm. So while she continued to stuff his dick into her, she watched his face morph from relatively calm to
And Ali thought to herself, "This was a really good idea. What can I think of next intense, and when he opened his mouth to gasp, she felt the first splash of cum fly into her hole, followed quickly by three or four more bursts.
Finally, she fell down onto Jake's chest again and held him inside as long as she could. When he got too soft, his dick popped out of her.
As she sat up again, she looked down at Jake and said, "I win."
"Huh, what do you mean?"
"Maybe you didn't realize it, but the whole time I was fucking you, your shoulders were flat on the mat, buddy. So I win."
Jake laughed, and said, "OK, you got me. But I sure don't feel like I lost. Damn, Ali, you were wild tonight."?"

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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