Archive for August, 2010

Silently Watching

There are times when I need to be alone.  Far away from everyone, and
everything; only then can I tune to the resonance of my own heartbeat, and
come near to touching that core of my humanity that’s so easy to avoid in
the mad scramble of everyday life.

I once had a place of my own where no one could intrude, but now it’s gone;
only the mountains remain as a refuge.  My favorite place there is only
about two hours drive away, so sometimes, usually during the spring and
summer, I’ll drive alone to Linville Gorge, and climb up to one of the
several places where the tourists seldom go, there to just listen to the
wind and the distant sound of the roaring waterfalls from the river below.

One late August afternoon I had arrived later than usual, and taken the wide
path up to the top of the last tourist overlook, and then gone on up the
small little trail to the ridgeline.  From there, you could look down on the
length of the tree-lined canyon, from the long waterfall that fed it from
the south, down past the terrace of smaller falls, and finally the bend
where the river swept out of sight.  Few people ever came to the spot I
selected, perched in a clearing below a large overhanging formation. Far
below, if you had binoculars, you could make out the tiny forms of the
onlookers peering over the rails at the falls.

It was a place to be alone and undisturbed.  Even in the afternoon, you
still have plenty of light before the sun sets behind the Blue Ridge.  I had
seldom seen anyone up here in the spot I thought of as mine, although a few
hikers had come nearby on occasion.

That day, I had several hours of peace under my belt, absorbing the pleasant
August sunshine (at this elevation, it isn’t as hot as down in the
flatlands) before I heard the approaching footsteps on the dirt of the
trail.  Damn.  I was immediately annoyed.  I generally like people, but when
it’s time for a vacation from them, nothing is more unwanted than an
intrusion just when you’ve finally gotten comfortable with the gentle song
of the breeze through the trees, and the calls of the hawks and eagles in
the gorge below.

I was a good twenty feet away from the break in the trees where the trail
comes into the clearing.  From the opening emerged a couple, the girl about
twenty-five I would guess, the man a little older, but not much.  What
struck me immediately was their hair: she had long blonde tresses that were
obviously bleached lighter than any natural blonde would be, whereas he had
a long solid black mane down to his shoulders.  They were scantily clad, as
hikers go; he having only a pair of cutoff jeans on and she not much more,
including her top.  Even in August, they might be cold when the sun went
down.  Obviously, they were not experienced in higher elevations.  Tourists,
no doubt.

They saw me and stopped.  I just nodded, hoping by my body language to
indicate that this was my spot, and they should find another.  They looked
surprised, and maybe a trifle annoyed, to see anyone there, but did not say
anything, just looked at me for a moment before walking over to the edge of
the clearing to get the reward for having hiked all the way up here: the
spectacular view of the gorge down below.

Fair enough, I thought.  Let them sightsee a little while, then get on back
down the trail.  I could have started a conversation (they were only fifteen
feet away), but I feared that would induce them to stay, and that was the
last thing I wanted.  There were plenty of other places nearby where they
could do whatever they wanted without bothering me.

I heard them talking quietly to one another.  The language wasn’t English;
French or Spanish perhaps.  They admired the view for a bit, pointing out
things to one another.  I was keeping a subtle watch on them from the corner
of my eye, while appearing to look down into the gorge myself.  I could see
them look in my direction, and then I saw her lean up and whisper something
into his ear.  He whispered back.  What they were saying I have no idea, I
couldn’t have heard them even if they spoke in English.

But from that little corner of my peripheral vision, I could plainly see
when she took his face in her hands, and began kissing him full on the lips.
His hands reached to her face, as their heads inclined to the side as most
lovers do when they are serious about kissing.

This got my attention.  I felt embarrassed, but stole a glance over at them.
They knew I was here, but elected (I suppose that was what the little
whispering was about) to indulge in some oral pleasure regardless.  They
ignored me.  I could see her face; her eyes were closed, her cheek moving
ever so subtly, letting me know his tongue was deep in her mouth.  I could
only see the back of his head, the cascade of black hair obscuring his face.

Now what?  I hoped they would leave soon.  If not, I felt I should; yet I
also felt a streak of stubborness: damn it, I was here first.  Let them
leave, there were plenty of other spots to neck in where they would be
undisturbed, and I would be left in peace also.  If this was a test of
wills, they’d lose.

I stole another glance.  Now, he’d worked his way down until his lips were
buried in the juncture of her neck and shoulder.  She had her eyes closed,
and appeared to be soaking up the pleasure.  It was a rather affecting
little scene.  I didn’t turn away in time, and her eyes opened, looking in
my direction.  As I saw this, I kept my stare for just a second, and looked
away.  But from the corner of my eye, I could see there was no reaction,
except her arm came up to caress the bare skin of his side and back with her
fingertips. Shit, they were going to tough it out, I thought.  I felt a
sense of discomfort rising, but stayed put, the stubborness in my nature
prevailing.

What happened next was stunning.  I looked over again; by damn, I thought,
if they were going to carry on in front of me, I was not going to act shy
about it.  Let them leave if they wanted.  Her blue eyes were open, and
looking at me.  Her beau had moved his attention up to her ear, and, eyes
closed, was licking it quite sensuously with his outstretched tongue.  He
really knew what to do, swirling and licking and probing at it.  I felt a
twinge, but nothing like the jolt when, her pretty face still turned in my
direction, she moved her hand from his back to his crouch, and began
obviously stroking his cock underneath his jeans.

Her eyes were on mine.  I was shocked, but didn’t turn away.  The fact that
she was watching me watching them, in such a now obvious sexual situation,
could mean only one thing.  She at least, and almost certainly him too, were
exhibitionists, not only willing but enjoying showing off their sexuality
before a stranger.  I was odd to me how anyone could be so trusting – or so
stupid – as to make themselves so vulnerable before a man who for all they
knew could be an escaped serial killer.

But I was harmless, so they were lucky.  I realized, as I watched her hand
rub the growing bulge in his pants, they’d probably hiked up here to find a
place to make love (they were certainly dressed for it), and coming upon me,
had decided to let it all hang out anyway.  It was kinky, but I am not an
innocent.  I could feel my cock start to swell as soon as I realized what
was happening.

She finally broke contact with my eyes, after determining that I wasn’t
offended or embarrassed, and wasn’t going to look away.  Using a gentle
tugging, she stood him up and together they walked a bit back from the edge
– a smart move, since that’s not a recommended place to lose any degree of
control.  Back about five feet from the precipice, they again wrapped arms
around one another, and again locked lips in a passionate kiss.  He hadn’t
looked in my direction once since they’d begun.  I just stared, my latent
voyeurism fully engaged.  The arrival of the sweet flow of blood into my
cock caused my whole mood to shift, and I now saw the interlopers in a
friendlier light.  I now started to hope they wouldn’t leave.

They broke their kiss, and she turned her head to me once again.  As she
did, she stood a little away from him, and once again put her hand over his
now quite obvious erection.  She started rubbing it again, this time in my
full view.  He finally looked up at me, and gave me a cocky little grin just
a wee bit short of a smirk.  Turning his hips towards me a little, he thrust
them out slighty, as a physical show of how good her hand felt on him, and
how he wanted more.  She responded to this by rubbing harder, and he shifted
his attention to her tank top, pulling it up from the bottom.  For my part,
I was now so hard I had to shift position to relieve the discomfort on my
cock.

He easily raised the tank top up over her breasts, revealing a sexy pair of
firm young mounds.  Her nipples were small and sharply pointed.  She didn’t
seem to mind at all being exposed to a stranger, although she looked at his
eyes instead of mine.  Her hand did not stop it’s motion between his legs.
His hands wasted no time in enjoying what he had revealed both to himself
and me, fondling the springy soft white tits, and rubbing and pinching on
the nipples.

They stood there and traded pleasure in this way for a while, changing
position only slighty so he could bend his head down to again exchange
tongues with her.  They way they did it was wild, uninhibited, and hot.  I
just stared, all embarrassment and discomfort burned away by my arousal.  I
love to watch, and there’s no sweeter moment for a voyeur than to find a
pair of happy willing exhibitionists.

The hot sex play, plus the charge of being watched, soon brought them up to
another level.  We all three were totally commited at this point.  She broke
contact with his mouth, hands, and body, and dropped to her knees before
him, bare kneecaps in the red dirt of the clearing.  A quick flip of her
fingers and his pants were unsnapped, and fell quickly around his knees,
revealing his electric blue ultra-brief briefs and the thick bulge they
barely concealed.  He stood looking down at her as she pulled the briefs
down too, causing his thick uncircumcised cock to bob free, standing out
from his body at the steep angle of the young and horny.  Obviously he too,
at the very least, felt no embarrassment at being thus exposed to a
stranger.  It was obvious now, if it hadn’t been before, that they had
probably done something like this in front of others.

She took the cock in her hand, grasping it by the base.  Turning to look
directly at me, she began to stroke her prize ever so slowly.  The waves of
pleasure it had to be producing in his body communicated themselves to me,
and I too felt a renewed surge of lust.  As I watched, rapt, she cast her
eyes downward to my own crotch, and made a little flicking motion with her
head.  I was too thickheaded to comprehend at first, so she did it again,
looking back at his hard thick member and then back to mine.  Oh!  Finally
it dawned: she wanted me to take out my cock too.

This was the moment of truth.  Should I wake up from this dream, do Momma
proud, and get up and walk down the trail to leave these kinky lovers to
their nasty deeds?

The sound of my zipper was the answer.

Confronted by the wanton display from fellow perverts, how could I refuse?
It felt good to get my cramped, fully hard cock out into the air.  I lowered
my pants and shorts, revealing everything to them.  Mine was not as thick as
his, but maybe a bit longer (I know — why do men always do this comparison
thing?).

As soon as I dropped my pants, joining them in their game, she turned back
to him and brought the head of his cock up to her lips.  As she did, he
moved forward.  Her puckered lips peeled his foreskin back as the head
slipped into her mouth.  Remarkably, he made no noise as this happened (I’d
have at least groaned a bit), he just kept slowly pushing it forward.  She
took quite a bit of it into her mouth, until he hit the back of her throat,
causing a slight gagging and drawing back on her part.  But she held on to
it, and then began to suck him in earnest, sliding her lips up and down his
spit-slickend shaft.  She was doing this for his pleasure, but also mine, as
she brushed her hair back and maintained an angle such that I could see it
all.  I said nothing, and tried to fight to urge to grab my own cock and
start pumping.  The last thing I wanted was to lose control and come before
my partners in crime had gotten their cookies.

She sucked, and he caressed her blonde hair as he looked down on the
delightful spectacle of her full pink lips tightly gripping his shaft,
taking him in as far as she could, and then slowly pulling back, letting her
lips rake him savagely.  It had to feel unbelievable to him, but he kept
control and just stood there, taking his pleasure like a real man.  I
wondered if these two made amateur porno movies, and if not, would they like
an agent?

Eventually, the sucking had to end, and just as my hands began to creep
involuntarily towards my own yearning member, she gave him what looked like
one last hard suck and let the head slip from her mouth with a nasty, sexy
liquid popping sound.

She stood up, and again leaned up and whispered something in his ear I
couldn’t hear.  On hearing it, he immediately sat down, slipped off his
sandals and the pants around his ankles, and then lay back on his back in
the mixture of soft red clay and pinestraw that made up the floor of the
little clearing.  He was fully naked.  I could ony imagine what would happen
if some real hikers appeared.  Hopefully, they’ed either get into it and
watch, or run the hell away and leave us alone.

She then unsnapped her own shorts, and let them fall.  Stepping out, she
stood up over his head, facing his feet, with a foot on either side of his
head.  Then slowly, as if in a strip tease, she worked her panties down off
her sexy hips, sliding them down her tanned legs slowly until they were at
her ankles.  Moving her feet till they touched his ears, she then bent down
and pushed the panties over his face, so that the smelly wet crouch went
right over his nose and mouth.  I could see his tongue come out and start to
lick in the wetness.  She watched this lewd, nasty, and sexy act from her
bent over position, and then, using her finger, begin to push the panty
crouch into his mouth so he could suck on it.

This was about the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.  I could no longer control
the actions of my hand, and began to lightly rub my cock and balls.  It felt
so good.  I wanted to feel what they were feeling.

Soon they tired of the panty game, and she stepped out of them and flung
them aside.  (Too bad she didn’t fling them to me — what a nice souveneir!)
Stepping forward slightly, she put a foot under each of his armpits, and
began to slowly and teasingly lower her ass towards his face.  He looked up
eagerly, awaiting the arrival of the sweet tangy slit that brimmed with her
copius sexual lube.  Soon she was there, and as his head raised up, the
sooner to get his tongue in, she sat down full on his face.  You could see
the instant change of expression on her face as his tongue began it’s
licking and sucking.  I had seen his work on her ear earlier, and although
from my angle I couldn’t see what he was doing in detail, I knew the gist of
it.  You had only to see her face to know he knew all her special spots.

Inevitably, from their position, you knew what had to come next.  She bent
down, took his cock in her hand, and bent it to her lips once again.  It was
nice how their body sizes made for a well-fitting sixty-nine; he was at
least 10 inches taller than her, and this made it possible for her to suck
him while sitting on his face with having to bend him back at an impossible
angle.

I was so hot I was on fire.  They weren’t just having hot, uninhibited sex,
they were putting on a show for me and loving every minute of doing it.  And
they knew I was loving it too, from the way my eyes were glued on them, and
the way I slowly stroked my cock.  Slowly, lightly, because I feared coming
too soon and not getting the maximum enjoyment out of this precious moment.

The sixty-nine didn’t last more than a few minutes before they changed
position again.  She rose up off her knees, revealing on his cleanshaven
young face and lips the shiny trail of her honey.  She turned around and
straddled his cock, taking it in her hand and guiding it to it’s target, the
soft little hole inside the puffy pink lips.  I could see the head press in,
the foreskin folding back again, as she lowered her hips.  Without even a
moan, he watched as his cock disappeared inside her.  Indeed, we all three
watched the delicious progression as a smaller and smaller length of his
white shaft was left revealed.  Soon, her light brown pubic hair touched and
mingled with his dark black bush.  He was all the way in.

She then leaned forward, putting her hands into the dirt on either side of
his head, and kissed him lasciviously.  I knew she was sharing her own taste
from his lips and tongue so recently inside her.  These two lovers were my
kind of people.  I wished then I was with my own girl, to be doing the same
wicked things to her, both of us loving it.  But that would wait — she’d
wonder why I came back from the mountains so horny, and, eventually, I’d
tell her, maybe after our first session, to fire her up for a second round.

In front of me, she sat still and turned her face in my direction for the
first time since she’d started sucking him ten or fifteen minutes ago.  I
looked right back into her eyes, and began to stroke my cock harder.  She
took the hint immediately, and began to fuck her lover in a slow, sexy
rhythm.  He reached up and played with her tits and nipples as she rose and
fell on his thick shaft.  Her delicious ass was so sexy, rising up and down
in the ancient movements of love.

Soon I could see that the foreplay, and the intense stimulation both were
exchanging, was starting to drive them towards their mutual come.  Her
rhythm
began to be a little less steady, and picked up some speed.  He was no
longer the passive partner, but began humping up at her.  As I saw this, I
started to stroke harder.  To simulate the feel of being inside her, I
licked and spit into my own hands, and then wrapped them around my cock and
pushed up and down, imagining myself inside a woman as I watched them.  The
feeling was exquisite.  I knew I’d be ready when they came, which seemingly
wouldn’t take long now.

But I underestimated the sexual prowess of the exhibitionist lovers.  She
suddenly rose up off him, his cock leaving her with another audible pop.
Without a word, she flopped down on her hands and knees, her naked white ass
pointed straight at me.  I could see the sloppy tangled wetness of the
pretty pink slit.  Her lover wasted no time, he knew what she wanted.  He
got up, and got on his knees behind her, and quickly reinserted his hard wet
cock.  I had a full view of the insertion this time, and he pushed it in
without any teasing.  She was so wet, his thick cock sank in easily, the
thick oval balls pressing up against her clit.  I could just feel the
pleasure it gave to both of them in my own body.  But I stopped stroking,
and resolved not to start until they did — I was timing my come as best I
could.

He didn’t make me wait long, he started pumping his hips in the time-honored
way that people do when they are fucking like the animals they are.  I could
see him rest him hands on her hips as he started.  The view of his ass and
hers from behind, with the cock sawing in and out, was wonderful but I
missed seeing her face and the pleasure-agony she must be going through.
But I knew she had positioned herself, like an experienced exhibitionist, so
that I would see the maximum sexual contact.

Now, we all simply drove ourselves towards our orgasms.  He stroked her
pussy and I stroked my cock.  Finally, the overwhelming feelings started to
force noises from her heretofore quiet throat.  I could hear as she groaned,
and mumbled words, some of which sounded like “Qui, qui, ohh, qui.” They
were French, my mind noted in passing.  He stayed silent, but the liquid
squishing sound of his cock in her, and the wet slapping sound as his loins
whacked against her ass, made up for it.  I love the sounds as well as the
view and the feelings and the tastes and the smells — why leave any senses
out of the feast?

Oh, it was heavenly, but it couldn’t last long at this pitch.  She spat out
some word I didn’t know, but it must have been “harder” because he started
to really hump her with long hard strokes like a jackhammer.  Soon she
started to wail, and hump her ass back at him.  They were so close!  I
pumped harder.  I wanted to come when they did.

Suddenly they both stopped moving.  He held still inside her.  She was
silent for a second, then she basically screamed and shook her head from
side to side.  He kept his dick up in her, feeling the tightness and spasms
as she came on him.  Yessss…so lovely…I stroked my firey pole with
abandon, loving the building feeling.  But I wasn’t there yet as he started
again, this time without regard to anything but his own come.  In no time,
he let it flow.  I stopped my own motion for a few seconds, to watch him ram
his hips up as if he meant to force his cock all the way through her, and
groan as his cum squirted in deep where it belonged.

He kept it up for a long time,  before finally relaxing and exhaling his
long pent-up breath.  Both were gasping a bit.  I continued my stroking, a
bit disapointed that I hadn’t come yet, but now determined to come in full
view of them, as a reward for their show to me.  In front of me, he began to
slowly extract his still-hard cock from her.  As he did, the thickness
forced gobs of white cum back out of her pussy, so much that two little
rivulets ran down her thighs.  God, was that ever sexy to see.  I was glad I
hadn’t cum and could still enjoy it.

Finally he drew out, his sloppy cock streaked with white cum and shiny girl
honey.  Her pussy looked frothy and well-fucked, which it was.  I was so hot
I was getting close, and slowed my motion.  I wanted them to see me.  Just
as I was contemplating asking them to turn around, she bent up onto her
knees and looked around at me.  She smiled a languid little smile when she
saw I was still hard.

As I watched and stroked myself, she reached her hand down to her pussy, and
inserted two fingers and swished them around inside her.  Slowly removing
them, she brought the cum-covered digits up to her mouth and very sexily
licked them before inserting them and sucking their mingled juices off.  Her
boyfriend watched this too, on his dirty knees beside her.  She did it
again, reaching in and taking another dollop of mixed cum out, and this
time, she put it in his mouth and began kissing him.  That did it for me.
It was too sexy, and I groaned as I felt my body tighten up.

Both turned their heads at my groan, and within seconds I was spraying the
ground between us.  She murmured a sound of approval at this.  My come was
fiery, intense, furious, and seemed to go on for minutes, with spurt after
pent-up spurt pulsing out.  At last, it ebbed, and I sat back on on the
ground in dazed exhaustion.  I think I did manage a weak smile in their
direction.

Soon after recovery, we all quickly pulled on our discarded clothes, aware
that someone could appear at any moment, however unlikely that was.  I
intended to say hello to them and try to strike up a conversation, since
(surprise) I’d really like to get to know them better.  But as soon as they
had gotten dressed, they held hands and headed for the path, turning their
back on me.  I watched them go, both with knees stained by the red dirt,
giving away to any experienced onlooker what they had been doing.  But I’m
sure they didn’t care, or maybe they wanted it that way.

I sighed.  At the first bend in the path that would take them out of sight,
she turned for a second and blew a kiss to me

A Busty Student

Because of her obvious attributes, 18 year old Amber received a whole lot of
attention from the male species, and not just from boys her own age! The
male teachers always paid a little more heed than they did to other more
normally endowed girls, and while Amber didn’t overtly flaunt it, she loved
to make the boys (and men) squirm around her by accentuating her ripe bust.
Her favorite victim was wimpy Mr. Fields the government (yuk!!!} teacher.
Amber loved nothing more than to unbutton the top two buttons on her blouse,
go up to a seated Mr. Fields, then bend over to ask an innocuous question
for sole purpose of giving him an eye full of cleavage. She did this just to
tease, really, not to cause any real trouble, but trouble is exactly what
Amber was getting into. With two weeks left in the semester all the teachers
handed out progress reports to let the students know where they stood grade
wise. Amber had always done well in school and her parents expected nothing
less than honor roll type marks. Everything was OK until Mr. Fields handed
out the notices that fateful Friday afternoon. A D!!! She was getting a D in
government!!! This was not only bad, it was a disaster!!! Her folks might
tolerate one C on her report card–but a D would mean a one months
grounding. No social life for a whole month! Amber decided that she would
talk to Mr. Fields after the day’s final period, maybe if she pleaded with
him maybe she could pull a C after all .

As the last bell rang students began fleeing the school like lemmings
jumping into the sea, until soon the whole place was pretty much empty,
leaving Amber as one of the few students left in the building. Hoping that
Mr. Fields would be alone as she approached the government classroom, Amber
stuck her head around the corner of the door only to see Mr. Fields alone
grading some papers. She quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons on her
blouse and entered the room. As she neared his desk Me. Fields looked up
from his grading and asked what she wanted. Amber, acting properly upset,
told Mr. Fields of her plight, and although he was sympathetic, he said
there wasn’t anything he could do for her. After hearing this, Amber began
to cry, causing Mr. Fields came over and put his arm around her to help her
sit down, while accidentally brushing his hand across her fat breast. At
this point she had to make a quick decision, and with a little shiver she
told Mr. Fields that it was something else that was really bothering her. ”
It’s my chest,” she wailed, “I feel like such a cow with these two big
things stuck to me, everybody stares at me, I’m just a freak!” At that point
she started crying even harder while wiping the tears from her eyes.

Obviously flustered, the teacher tried to console her by telling her she
looked just fine and not to worry about what anyone else thought. Amber
replied, “That’s easy for you to say, you don’t have these ugly things on
your chest!” It was now or never, so after taking a deep breath, with a
swift motion unbuttoned her blouse and stuck her boobs out towards Mr.
Fields and said, “Just look at how ugly they are, I’ll bet you’ve never seen
any that are worse!?!” The totally stunned teacher just stared at the most
spectacular pair of tits he had ever seen, and while they strained against
the thin nylon low cut lace bra, Amber’s dark nipples were clearly visible
through the nearly transparent material! Mr. Fields’ wife looked like an
adolescent boy compared to this!!! Seeing how confused he was, Amber took
the initiative and put his hand on one of her huge tits. She felt him try to
pull away so she held on to his hand even tighter, acting as if he were
repulsed at the thought of touching them and cried even harder, and while he
assured her that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her and that he
enjoyed touching them, she said she didn’t believe him and turned away as if
to hide them from him. As he again tried to reassure her Amber turned back
around only this time she had unclasped the front of her bra allowing her
boobs to hang free!!!

Amber at first thought he might die of shock! His head was spinning! He
tried to speak, but no words came out and Amber then stepped up to him and
said, “The only way you can prove to me that my boobs are not ugly is if you
would suck them for me,” and with that she pushed an engorge nipple towards
his gaping mouth! It was to much for him to bear, and after only a moment’s
hesitation, he dove in and began sucking and licking for all he was worth!!!
Although he was going a little wild, Amber had to admit he was a good tit
sucker, the more he sucked the wetter she got! She looked down an could see
that a large tent had formed in the front of Mr. Field’s trousers, so she
calmly reached down and began to rub him through his pants causing a large
wet precum spot to quickly appear at the point of the “teepee!!!

She deftly undid his zipper and pulled out what turned out to be a very
large cock, and at the sight of it Amber dropped to her knees and greedily
began to suck the huge member, while Mr. Fields leaned back against the wall
not believing any of this was happening to him!!! Just as he was about to
cum Amber looked up and asked if she was really doing D work? He shook his
head no and mouthed the word “A”. At that point she went down hard and
sucked until he shot a huge load down her waiting throat. As he became limp
in her mouth his breathing returned to normal, and Amber stood up, cupped
her tits, and began to twist the nipples, making them stand out like two
thimbles. Immediately Mr. Fields’ dick began to stiffen again, so Amber
hiked up her dress, slipped off her panties in one easy motion, and then
after sitting on the edge of his desk with her legs held wide open exposing
her wet pussy, she merely licked her lips and nodded of her head to indicate
he was stick that big prick deep inside of her!!! She came once just from
his initial thrust, and he pounded her cunt with fast piston like strokes
until she came over and over again, until finally he groaned and emptied his
hot load, deep in her boiling pussy.

A Slave’s Lesson

From my office I call you at work, waiting patiently as your boss finds
you.  Even  he  knows what you are to me, a slave, a toy, my property to
use  as I please, at my whim. Smiling, I lean back in my chair, crossing
one  stockinged leg over the other, dangling my high heeled pump from my
toes,  anticipating  the  wonderful evening and the weekend ahead that I
have planned for us.

“Hello Mistress.” you finally whisper over the phone, sounding slightly
breathless as if you’ve run to answer my call which pleases me greatly.

“Hello my slave. It’s almost time…”

“I know, I can’t wait to get out of here and be with you.”

“You’ll  find instructions on the table when you get home, follow them
closely pet or suffer the consequences.” I hear your breathing change as
you  become instantly aroused, imagine you turning your back to everyone
to hide the fact that your cock is now hard beneath your jeans.

“Yes Mistress.” you answer obediently, and the tone of your voice, the
submission in it makes my nipples pebble in response.

“Tell me what I want to hear slave..” I whisper, voice huskier now as I
uncross  my  legs, spreading them a little, causing my short black skirt
to ride farther up my thighs.

“You  own me, body, heart and soul Mistress.” you answer softly, voice
deep with emotion.

“That’s right, you belong to me, and only me.” my fingers slide up the
inside  of  my  thigh, beneath my skirt, stroking the satin panties that
cover  my shaved pussy, shivering, sighing into the phone. “I can’t wait
to  use you, I’m touching myself right now, wishing you were here, under
my  desk  so  I  could  grind  my hot pussy into your face, force you to
service me.”

You groan softly into the phone and I imagine you shuddering with need,
your  knees  weak  as you try not to think about what I’ve described, or
how long it’s been since you’ve been allowed to cum.

“Is my cock hard slave?” I ask, feeling my moisture already wetting my
panties as I think about you standing there in front of everyone with an
obvious hard-on.

“Oh God yes Mistress.”

“I could keep talking while I masturbate myself,” my fingers slip under
the  satin now, finding my clit, circling it as I moan softly. “Make you
cum with me, in front of everyone you work with, couldn’t I slut?”

“Yes  Mistress,  you  know  you  could  if  you chose to.” you answer,
sounding tortured, voice strained now.

“Make  you  cum for me with just the sound of my voice and the thought
that I’m stroking my wet pussy, cumming as you listen to me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what slave?” I ask threateningly.

“Yes Mistress, I’m sorry.”

“You should be you forgetful whore.”

“Please forgive me Mistress.”

“We’ll see about that later. I have to go, and don’t disappoint me this
evening slave or you will regret it.”

“No Mistress, I won’t.”

After we hang up I relax back in my chair again with a smile, thinking
about  how you have to go back to work for a few minutes, your cock hard
and aching in your pants as you recall everything I’ve said.

When  you  arrive  at  home  you  find  the  instructions  I spoke of,
handwritten on my monogrammed stationery.

Slave,

You  are to shower immediately, on the bed you will find I’ve laid out
your  cock ring, and a good sized buttplug, you will wear both and dress
in  the  clothes  you’ll  also find. You will then drive to our favorite
restaurant where I will be waiting for you. Do not be late, you know how
I hate to be kept waiting.

With  a  shiver  of  anticipation you rush to do my bidding, showering
thoroughly  but  in record time, putting on the cock ring, inserting the
buttplug,  and  dressing  in  the black dress pants and dark blue button
down shirt I’ve left you. Your cock remains hard from the stimulation of
the toys and is slightly visible beneath the pants, but I’ve left you no
underwear and so you have no choice other than to go as you are.

I wait for you at our table, slowly sipping on a long island iced tea,
eyes on the door. When I see you walk in a thrill races through me as it
hits me that I actually do own this man, just as you’ve told me earlier,
body,  heart  and  soul.  Our eyes lock as you cross the room slowly, we
exchange a secret, soft smile that turns heads in both our directions.

You  slide into the circular shaped booth, pushing the table cloth out
of your way, stopping when your knee brushes mine. “Hello Mistress.”

“Hello  my slave.” I whisper with a smile, turning toward you, leaning
closer. “Kiss me.” I command, my hand on your thigh under the table.

With a soft moan of need your lips cover mine and we kiss passionately
as  my  hand  slides  higher up your leg, tasting with lips and tongues,
hungry  for  each  other.  After  a moment I raise my head, eyes holding
yours  as  my  hand  covers your hard cock, stroking it’s length through
your pants, checking to make sure you’ve followed my instructions.

“Very  good my love.” I whisper to you as your eyes nearly drift shuft
from the pleasure of my touch on your aroused flesh.

The waiter clears his throat and I look up at him with a smile, my hand
still  on  your  cock  under the table, squeezing, caressing. Casually I
order  you  a drink and when he leaves I turn back to you, noticing that
your skin is flushed, a slight sheen of perspiration on your brow.

“You  like  that  don’t you pet?” I ask huskily, leaning close to you,
affording  you a clear view of my ample cleavage as my white silk blouse
opens slightly.

“God  yes  Mistress…  maybe  too  much.” you admit, your eyes on the
creamy upper swells of my breasts, licking your lips unconciously.

“You want to cum don’t you?”

“Desperately Mistress, yes.”

“You’ll get what you want, later.” I promise, casually moving away from
you as the waiter brings your drink, asking if we’re ready to order.

I  order dinner for both of us which seems to totally throw the waiter
off  balance,  I smile at him sexily, winking when I’ve finished telling
him what we want, laughing softly as he walks away, blushing.

The conversation turns to normal everyday things as we wait for dinner,
work,  family,  friends.  Occassionally  my  hand  wanders up your thigh
again, touching, teasing while I talk on innocently.

Finally  dinner  arrives  and as with everything, it quickly becomes a
sexual  tease  as we feed each other bits of food, licking from fingers,
tasting  from  each  other’s lips. We draw many looks from the people at
our  neighboring  tables  and I whisper to you that it’s mostly jealousy
over the intensity of what we have, and you agree with a smile.

After dessert I slide even closer to you, my hand moving into your lap
as  my  eyes  hold  yours.  “I  have  a  surprise for you tonight slave,
actually more than one, and you’re going to love them.” I feel your cock
instantly respond beneath your pants and stroke it slowly.

“Yes  Mistress.”  you  whisper, voice soft with submission, so at odds
with  your  appearance.  Tall and strong, dark hair barely brushing your
shoulders,  you’ve  let  it  grow  long for me, the goatee trimmed to my
specifications.  No  one would ever guess at a glance that I control you
completely, that you obey my every command eagerly, no matter what I ask
of you.

“You’re  to  drive  home in your car and wait for me there. I won’t be
long, and I expect you to be ready for me, collar and cock ring, nothing
else.  Understand??”  my  tone  demanding  as I squeeze your cock rather
hard.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Very  good  pet,  I’ll  see  you  there.”  kissing your lips briefly,
dismissing you as I move away.

Home once again, you undress and put your collar on, hanging the short
leash  from the ring on the front. Your cock is now aching and throbbing
from  the state of constant arousal this evening has brought, and as you
kneel to wait you long to stroke it, seek some relief. But you know it’s
no longer your cock, and you must have my permission to touch it in that
way, so you suffer the pain with a slight smile curving your lips.

As promised, I don’t keep you waiting long and a sigh of relief leaves
you  as  you  hear  my car in the drive. You watch the door expectantly,
smiling in welcome as it opens. I return the smile as I walk in, pulling
someone  else along behind me with the leash in my hand. Your eyes widen
as  you  look from her to me and back again. Her blonde hair in contrast
with  my  dark,  slenderness a contrast to my curves, and her completely
submissive  presence  the  opposite  of  my  dominant  one.  Without any
instruction  she  drops  the  trenchcoat  revealing her naked body to us
both, I watch your eyes run up and down her body, lingering on her small
breasts, the pierced nipples.

Dropping her leash I walk over to you and slap your face hard. “Eyes on
the floor slut.”

“Yes Mistress, sorry.” you stammer, lowering your eyes obediently.

“You  like  her  don’t  you slave?” I ask softly, and not knowing what
answer  will  please  me  you hesitate a moment too long, and I slap you
again. “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes Mistress, she’s very pretty.”

Turning back to her I point at the floor beside you. “Kneel slave.”

She moves quickly to do my bidding, a well trained little whore without
a  doubt.  Kneeling  there next to you she looks so tiny and vulnerable,
her eyes on the floor, and a thrill races through me knowing that she is
also completely at my mercy for this evening.

“You want to fuck her don’t you pet?”

“If it’s what you wish Mistress.” you answer softly, causing me to sigh
heavily, walking closer to you as I do.

“That’s not what I asked you slave, I know whether or not I want you to
fuck  her.”  Grabbing  your  chin I force you to tip your head back, and
your  eyes  meet  mine  because you know this is what I want. “I want to
know if you want to fuck her, now answer me.”

“Yes  Mistress.”  no  hesitation this time and I smile at you, fingers
stroking  your  jaw,  then moving back into your hair, slowly caressing,
making you shiver in response.

“Yes  Mistress  what….” I ask, encouraging you to say it, licking my
lips seductively.

“Yes  Mistress I want to fuck her…. please.” you whisper back to me,
voice  almost  desperate  as  I move even closer, your eyes heavy lidded
with desire.

“You’ll have to convince me you want it badly enough, I’m not going to
just  give  it  to  you.” my tone teasing as I move my foot between your
legs, rubbing against your cock and balls with my stockinged leg, making
you  moan  and  shudder,  laughing  softly at you. “Undress me slave.” I
order, moving back slightly.

“Yes Mistress.” your hands shake as you reach around me to unbutton my
skirt,  letting it fall to the floor around my feet, taking it away when
I  step  out  of  it.  Your  eyes  meet mine briefly before you begin to
unbutton my blouse, I shrug out of it, and I’m left standing in front of
you  in  a  white corset with garters, stockings and high heels, nothing
else.  I watch as your eyes linger on my naked pussy for a moment before
dropping back to the floor.

I  turn  away, walking across the room slowly toward the hallway “Come
slaves.”  not  looking  to  see  if  you  both  follow  as I go into the
playroom,  not  needing to. The spare bedroom at the end of the hall has
been decorated by me, for my pleasure. A queen size four poster bed with
only  a  sheet,  no blankets, a wooden sawhorse sitting in a corner, and
hooks  in  the  ceiling with chains hanging from them in various places.
The  only  other  furniture  is  a  straight backed wooden chair and the
cherry armoire which holds all my tools and instruments of torture.

I unlock it, pulling out a pair of leather wrist restraints, turning to
you.  Like  the  dutiful  slave  you are, you hold out your hands to me,
allowing  me  to lock the restraints on. Then I hook you to a set of the
chains, hands above your head, facing the bed.

I walk around you slowly, trailing my long fingernails over your chest,
then  your  back, finally sliding down over your ass, making you tremble
with  longing.  I  turn to the female slave where she waits patiently by
the  door,  eyes  downcast.  “Get  on the bed slut.” I tell her, and she
moves  quickly  to  do so, lying on her back. “Spread your legs, show my
pet your wet cunt, Now!”

She  obeys,  spreading her legs wide, reaching down to spread her lips
too,  showing  you her wet pink hole, swollen with need. I hear you moan
softly  and  turn  to you with a wicked smile, looking down at your hard
cock, almost purple now, a drip of precum glistening at it’s tip.

“She  has  a  pretty  pink pussy doesn’t she slave?” I ask you, moving
closer, reaching out to caress your chest.

“Oh yes Mistress, she does.” you answer, voice sounding pained.

“I’ll let you taste it later, you’ll love it.” I whisper, hand sliding
lower,  over  your  stomach,  and  I feel your breath catch as you wait,
hoping  for  a  more  intimate caress. “And if you’re very good, I might
even  let  you  fuck it with my cock, maybe.” my hand closing around the
very thing I’m talking about, making you groan loudly.

“I’ll be good Mistress, I swear it.”

“You’d  better  be.”  I  warn, giving you a last squeeze before moving
away,  walking  over  to  the  armoire again, taking some things out and
walking over to the nightstand by the bed where I put them down. “Sit up
slut.”  I  say to her and she obeys silently, sitting crosslegged facing
me, head hanging down, blonde hair partially covering her face.

“This  one  doesn’t  say much, she’s been very well trained.” I say to
you,  playing  with two wide rubber bands, stretching them as you watch.
“She loves pain though, don’t you whore?”

“Yes Mistress.” she answers, her voice a husky whisper.

“Does she belong to you also Mistress?” you ask, a touch of jealousy in
your voice.

“No, her Master is an old dear friend of mine, she’s just on loan to me
for  as long as I care to use her.” her breasts are the perfect size for
me  to  wrap the rubber band around, it squeezes her just enough to make
the  blood throb in them, not so much as to cut off her circulation. She
sighs  softly  as  I  then pull on both her nipple rings, twisting them,
reaching  for  something  else  from  the  nightstand.  Twin  weights on
alligator  hooks  that  I hang from the rings, pulling her nipples down,
and now she moans at the intense sensation.

“Her  best talent though is sucking cock. I’ve seen her suck three men
off  in  less  than  ten  minutes, she loves it.” turning I smile at you
wickedly.  “Of  course  they were all doms who didn’t need permission to
cum.  I’m  more interested in seeing how long you can hold out with your
cock  in  her  mouth,  knowing  you’ll  be punished when you do cum.” my
fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her off the bed to stand, giving her
a rough shove in your direction. “Suck my slave’s cock whore.”

Hands on my hips I watch as she drops to her hands and knees, crawling
toward  you  slowly.  You’re  watching her, the weights hanging from her
nipples,  swaying as she crawls, eyes on your cock as she licks her lips
in  anticipation.  Kneeling  in  front  of  you  she opens her mouth and
swallows  your hard cock in one movement, her nose against your belly as
she  begins  to suck and lick at you, head bobbing back and forth as she
takes you down her throat again and again.

“Oh fuck… Mistress please, it’s been so long. Let me cum, I beg you.”
you shudder, every muscle in your body tense as you try to fight it off,
voice full of the pain of denial, brow already beaded with sweat.

“No,  this is my game, we play by my rules. The longer it takes her to
make  you  cum,  the  more  lenient I’ll be with you, and the harsher on
her.”  I  answer  unsympathetically, climbing onto the bed as you watch,
leaning  back  against the headboard, legs spread, one knee raised, foot
on the bed, affording you a perfect view of my pussy.

My  words  seem  to encourage her even more, make her hungrier for the
taste  of your cum and she begins to groan loudly as she sucks at you, a
vibration  you  can  feel  as  she  deepthroats  you.  Closing your eyes
tightly,  you  grimace,  fighting  it,  trying  to hold it off, moaning,
swearing,  making incoherent sounds. When you open your eyes it’s to see
me fingering my clit, the other hand on my breast, fingers squeezing the
nipple roughly, twisting it.

You’re  powerless  to  look  away  as  I  slide  my finger into my wet
throbbing  hole,  hips  squirming  on  the bed as I watch another female
sucking  my  cock,  my property. Eyes half closed with desire I bring my
finger, glistening with my own moisture, to my mouth, sucking it clean.

“Oh  God!  Ahhh  fuck……” your body convulses as you shoot your hot
load down her throat, cumming so long and hard you nearly choke her with
it.  “I’m  sorry  Mistress,  I’m  sorry.” you nearly sob the words, eyes
holding mine as you continue to shiver in the aftermath.

I merely smile, watching as she swallows every drop of your cum, licks
you clean, and returns to her slave pose, eyes on the floor.

“Hmmm,  I  think  perhaps you deserve equal punishment.” I finally say
long  moments  later,  getting up, dragging her to her feet by her hair.
Finding  another  pair  of  restraints  in  the armoire, I attach her to
another  set  of  chains  beside you so that she is also facing the bed.
Riding  crop  in  hand I walk back around in front of you, noticing that
your  cock  is  still  semi-hard,  I  caress it with the tip of the crop
teasingly.

“Did  you  enjoy  having my cock in another slave’s mouth pet?” I ask,
sliding it up over your stomach and chest, slapping it lightly against a
nipple.

“Yes Mistress.”

Moving  over  to her I do the same, first caressing her with the crop,
then  slapping  her nipple with it. “And did you enjoy having my cock in
your mouth whore?”

“Yes Mistress, thank you.” she answers softly, still licking her lips,
tasting you.

“You’re  welcome slave.” I smile, walking away, toward the door. “I’ll
be  back in a moment with punishment for you both, don’t go anywhere.” I
laugh softly, opening the door and leaving.

Chained there it seems like hours to you both before you hear the door
open  again,  but  actually  it’s only been a few minutes. You look over
your shoulder to see me enter the room with a man wearing blue jeans and
a  black  t-shirt,  his  blonde  hair  just  long  enough  to  brush his
shoulders,  eyes  a piercing blue. He looks right past you to the female
who gasps softly when she sees him.

“Master?” she asks in disbelief as he walks past you toward her.

“Hello little one.” his fingers slowly trail down her upraised arm and
exposed ribs.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, shivering from his touch, sighing
as he moves away to stand by the bed, smiling at her wickedly.

“You  didn’t  think  I  was  going to miss out on all this fun did you
slave?”  he  chuckles  softly,  holding  out  a hand to me which I take.
Pulling  me closer, his free hand covers my breast as he lowers his head
to kiss me playfully.

“Sonofabitch!” I hear you say loudly, and turn to watch as you struggle
uselessly.

“What’s  the matter slave?” I ask coolly, my hand on his chest, moving
slowly lower.

“Don’t  do  this……please.”  you  beg roughly, still pulling at the
restraints that bind you.

“Why not? And stop that.”

Standing  still  now  you  answer, eyes holding mine. “Because I can’t
stand  to watch, please Mistress.” your voice soft again, yet desperate,
full of pain.

“But  I  watched  as she sucked your cock and made you cum. This is no
different  than that.” I answer sensibly, snuggling closer to him as his
hand covers my ass, stroking, pulling me firmly against his side.

“Yes,  and  what’s  good  for the goose….” he begins the phrase then
stops when his mouth covers mine in a hot, passionate kiss that makes my
knees  weak.  I  cling  to  him  as  his  hands  wander over me roughly,
restlessly, both of us breathing hard when he finally raises his head.

Eager now, extremely aroused, I nearly rip his shirt off over his head,
hands  going next to the buttons on his jeans, undoing three of them and
pushing  them  down  over  his hips, taking underwear with them, backing
away  as  he  bends  over  to remove the rest. I hear her moan softly, a
whimper of protest as he takes a step toward me almost threateningly.

“How do you want it?” he asks, hard cock jutting straight out from his
body,  drawing  my gaze like a magnet as I feel moisture trickle down my
thigh.

“I feel like a bitch in heat tonight, let’s fuck doggiestyle.” I answer
with  a very naughty grin, turning to climb onto the bed on my hands and
knees,  giving  the two of you a perfect view from the side as he crawls
onto the bed behind me.

“Ooo  yeah,”  he  says as he runs his fingers over my wet pussy. “I do
love a woman who gets soaking wet the way you do my dear.”

Wiggling  my  ass  at him I tremble, groaning as he shoves two fingers
into  my  hot  throbbing fuck hole only to pull them out again and shove
his long hard cock in instead, ramming it home with one hard stroke.

“Oh yes, fuck yes!” I scream, bucking back against him as he begins to
fuck me hard and fast, slamming into me, balls slapping my pussy.

I  turn to look at the two slaves as we bump and grind into each other
like  animals  on the bed. Her head hangs down, hair obscuring her face,
but  I  see her shoulders shaking as she sobs, refusing to watch. Then I
look  at  you,  our  eyes  locking  across the distance as you struggle,
pulling at the chains, your wrists rubbed raw by the leather restraints.

Your eyes are wild, lips drawn back in a snarl, and I know that if you
were  to  get loose you’d tear him apart like a rabid wolf for daring to
even  touch  me,  let  alone this. The thought makes me shudder, moaning
loudly  as  my  body  tenses, spasming uncontrollably, the muscles in my
pussy clamping down on him as I cum.

“Oh  God…  I’m  cumming!”  I  scream  as it crashes over me, sobbing
incoherent  words as I feel him stiffen, shooting his hot load deep into
me  as  he  groans,  shuddering, my pussy clenching him, milking the cum
from his cock.

We collapse onto the bed in a sweaty, heavy breathing heap, not moving
for a long moment. Finally he props himself up on an elbow and smiles at
me.

“Do you think they understood the lesson here?”he asks, reaching out to
brush the hair away from my face.

“I certainly hope so.”

“How we sometimes have to suffer feelings of jealousy to fulfill their
fantasies,  and  that  it’s  only  fair  that they do the same for us on
occassion?”  his  eyes on her as he speaks, she raises her head, meeting
his eyes, her love and devotion for him laid bare.

“I think they understand.” I answer, smiling at you, knowing from your
expression  that  it’s hard for you to accept. But also knowing that you
will  because you know you belong to me, and that I, in a different way,
also belong to you, and no one else.