Roped

ShiBarbi: Lauren

“The black rope of her Hishi Karada, or body weave, stands out in stark contrast to Lauren’s pale skin. The binding is complete with precisely placed pleasure knots. She is wearing eight feet of rope. Of all her fashion choices, rope is the only one that fills Lauren with such intimate excitement.”

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In the Dressing Room

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Aphrodite at the Flesh Pot

Aphrodite enjoyed being a goddess. It gave her the freedom to come and go as she pleased, do as she wished, and have what she wanted. That’s not to say she was a greedy, selfish, or uncaring goddess. Quite the contrary; she was the goddess of love, passion and carnality. She did not desire possessions or power. She craved the touch of the human body, and she gave as good as she got.

Tonight she was going to a favorite of hers: the Flesh Pot, a meat market filled to the brim with humans who wanted nothing more than a night of raw, unbridled sex. Adjusting her appearance, she regarded herself in a full-length mirror. This was one of her favorite looks; a svelte brunette with shoulder length hair, perky breasts, bright green eyes and a killer ass. Someone (or two?) was going to get VERY lucky tonight!

The music at the Flesh Pot was thumping as Aphrodite made her entrance. She never did it intentionally, but being the goddess of love makes being inconspicuous rather difficult. The skin-tight black latex dress which barely covered her didn’t help, nor did the leather Fuck-Me boots. Her makeup was flawless, as were the lines of her body. She wanted there to be no mistake about what she was there to get...and give!

Eyes turned to drink in her beauty as she wound her way through the pulsing, sweating dance crowd, hands brushing lightly against writhing bodies, firm rounded ass rubbing against others, the thin layer of rubber separating them by molecules. Heads turned to watch her with desire as she passed by, male and female alike. She loved the feel of the eyes undressing her; they made her heat up with liquid desire, straining to explode on anyone fortunate enough to be in range.

Oops! Did she just drop her clutch? She had! Well, nothing to do other than reach down and retrieve it. Keeping her left leg straight, bending her right leg slightly out in front of her, she bowed at the waist with flexibility any ballerina would admire. She felt the sizzling heat of eyes stroking the gleaming black rubber just barely covering her shaved pussy, admiring the sweet roundness of her ass. Grasping the clutch lightly between two delicate yet talented fingers, she righted herself, turned her head to look over her shoulder, and gave a coy smile to her admirers. She could sense in her very core the hardness of their cocks, the wetness of their pussies.

Aphrodite found herself a seat at the bar without difficulty. She always found a waiting seat; it was not any godly powers, it was simply some ravenously horny man giving up his seat in an attempt to penetrate her. Sometimes it worked! She ordered a drink (which she never consumed; why waste your time with alcohol when there’s Nectar?) and once it arrived proceeded to play seductively with the swizzle stick, stirring her drink in lazy swirls, then pulling the swizzle from the glass and running it maddeningly over her lips and tongue.

“What would it be tonight,” she thought to herself, heart pounding in time with the music, pussy throbbing in anticipation. Her mouth needed some action, too. “A blowjob for some lucky cock? A thorough tongue-lashing for some eager, yet uninitiated clit? Maybe both at the same time?” No, she had that planned for her earthly friends’ “Come as You Bizarre” party. Mmm...Was she ever looking forward to that threesome! Surveying the landscape around her, she settled on a quiet guy sitting alone at a table. There were two drinks in front of him, but one was half-full, the ice having long melted. He looked a little forlorn. Time to take his mind off the bitch that deserted him and suck his brains out.

Not much for bothering with subtleties (she had long ago discovered that humans pretended that they like things subtle, but they really just wanted someone to come out and say, “I really would like to suck your cock,”) She sauntered over to his table, sat in the chair opposite him, leaned in and said, “I really would like to suck your cock.”

Aphrodite was always careful to time statements like that carefully, so as not to end up with a face full of spit-take. He was cute, in a non-movie star sort of way, and when his deep blue eyes finally stopped blinking, trying to see if she was real, all he could manage to say was, “I beg your pardon?”

Knowing how fantastic her tits looked strapped down by the shiny rubber, nipples straining to pierce the fabric, she leaned in further and repeated, “I really would like to suck your cock right now, and no, this isn’t some kind of joke.” She sidled her chair over next to him and placed a hand on his inner thigh. “Whoever she is, she’s gone now, and she’s not coming back. You can either sit there like some pathetic loser, or you can come with me into the ladies room and get your cock sucked by someone with a mouth that can suck the spots off of dice.” With that she stood up, pausing long enough to brush her hand against his already rock-hard cock, walked three steps away and stopped.

Pivoting on one gleaming steel spike heel, she looked him in the eye and said, “I can make you come with one finger…” His eyes bugged a little and he swallowed hard. She beckoned him with one finger, said, “Come,” and walked away toward the ladies room. She knew he would follow.
One reason Aphrodite chose the Flesh Pot was because the ladies room was immaculate. Painted a muted burgundy, it had a foyer with a couch and chair (she always wondered why…) and plenty of clean, large stalls. It was almost as if the designer had had fucking in mind. She smiled…perhaps he had.

Pausing briefly at the door, she saw her man was right behind her. Looking quickly to the left and right, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him brusquely in after her. There were two young girls at the mirror fixing their makeup and worrying their hair; they looked up as Aphrodite walked by, man in tow, and smiled to each other as she pushed him into a stall.

“Wha…what’s your name?” he asked, trying to make small talk.

“Doesn’t really matter, does it?” she replied in a pleasant voice. “We’re not going to be doing much talking.” With that she pulled off his tie, grabbed his arms and lashed his wrists together with it. Forcing him up against the now closed door, she tied his arms over his head to the hook behind him. He began to protest, but she silenced him with a kiss involving lips, tongue, and hand rubbing his cock. He knew enough to shut up and enjoy the ride.

Unbuckling his belt, she slid his pant down to find his penis hidden behind plaid boxer shorts. No match for her, the shorts were quickly down around his ankles. Was she good, or was she good? Aphrodite had a talent for sensing the guys with the big cocks. Not monstrously big; what the hell do you do with all that extra meat? Won’t fit in the meat locker, if you know what I mean. His cock was at full attention now, small pearl of pre-cum forming on the tip. She loved that…it was like the juiciest part of the steak…to be savored, to be relished, to be sipped up with wonderfully pursed ruby-red lips, then lost as she suddenly sucked the length of his throbbing hot cock into her throat. She kept it there, massaging it firmly with her lips, her tongue, her throat. He gasped and stiffened, then moaned loudly as she began to pump her head up and down the wet shaft.

This is what she was best at. Of course, being a goddess she was also great at fucking, BDSM, cock-teasing, orgies and everything else having to do with sex. And she never tired of it. Her head moved up and down the glistening cock and she began humming an ancient tune. His crotch cobra was vibrating in unison with her song, and her man was breathing heavily. Taking his cock out of her mouth (but never for long…it would never due to let it get chilly!) she ran her lips slowly…so slowly up and down his slickened shaft. She could feel the heat in his body. After several minutes of lollipopping his cock she rocked back slightly, just enough to get clearance around his rock-hard fuck pole, and pulled the top of her dress down so her playmate could get a nice ,long look at her picture perfect tits. Aphrodite hated the look of fake tits…they were unnatural globes that defied gravity. Tonight hers were all natural; firm yet a little on the small side. They stayed where she wanted them to, had killer nipples, and shook so amazingly when she shimmied her body back and forth. He was having a great time, and he deserved the full show.

Grabbing his shining member with one hand she ran her free hand over his balls. He didn’t wince. She wished more men would let her play with their ball and what lay beyond. She was gentle, and if they would just get over it, they would know how fucking hot it was! She could read this guy; he wasn’t going to stop her no matter what she did. Aphrodite pumped his cock firmly as she squeezed his balls gently. He moaned again, and she was quite certain she could hear whispering and giggling outside the stall. Good! Let them learn.

She wasn’t going to let him come too soon, and by the looks of it, he was going to. The Goddess of Love backed off, slowing her rhythm so the cum could settle once more. He would cover her when she wanted him to, and not before. She was looking forward the salty-sweet taste of it as it filled her mouth and slid down her throat.

With a gentle pressure on the inside of his thighs she made him spread his legs more. She bent down further, lifting his manly banister out of the way, and began to flick her tongue over the sensitive spot right behind his balls. She licked tenderly, as if she were licking butter off the wings of a butterfly. It was a talent she was born with…and she loved to use it. She couldn’t get away from the taste, that salty, manly, primordial taste that made the blood pound in her ears and the breath rasp in her lungs. She kept pumping his cock slowly, tugging just enough to make him lose touch with reality with each stroke. She could make him come right now if she wanted; he was that ready. But no, she licked further back, trailing the fingers of her free hand over his ass, nails making temporary red trails over his firm flesh. He had a great ass!

It was getting near time for him to explode. She could deny him no longer. Coming up, she pulled his cock into her mouth once more and pumped up and down, up and down, up and down. Aphrodite knew exactly how much pressure to apply and how fast to go. She slowly increased her pace, her spit drenching his cock, running down his ball, wetting her chin. Marvelous! Now she had things in hand with his pleasure, it was time to add to her own. Reaching down her free hand (her right was still pumping up and down the shaft of his hard throbbing cock, keeping time with her mouth as he face-fucked her,) she pulled up the rubber hem of her dress, revealing the absence of panties. Her snatch was soaking already; she rubbed the lips between two fingers, sandwiching her clit between. As she rolled it between her moistened fingers, she moaned deeply. Her man moaned a split second later, the vibrations of her throat sending his cock into hard, deep, pounding spasms. As she thrust first one, then two fingers into her cunt, finger fucking herself with consummate expertise, she increased to pressure on his cock, making him face fuck her even harder.

His penis pounded into her mouth, pounded with raw carnal energy, fucking her mouth as if it were the pussy her fingers now slid in and out of. Taking her right hand off his penis for a moment she reached down and squeezed first one tit, then the other, pinching and pulling at her nipples. She loved the feel of her nipples being pulled, sucked, and bitten; it made her cunt twitch just to think about it. Her fingers worked even harder, a third moistened by her pussy juices, then sliding effortlessly into her ass.

He was ready to come. He was moaning loudly now, and yes, the girls were definitely still outside listening; they made no effort to hide their presence now. She tightened her mouth around his cock, taking her left hand away from her pussy so she could rub his balls and squeeze them, which made him pump even harder, although she had not thought it possible. His moaning was increasing in pitch, and she could feel the cum rising. Taking her mouth away from his cock, she pumped it hard with her hand while holding her mouth wide open in front of it. Just a few more, she thought, then all that juicy cum would be mine! He began to buck, and as she stroked, his cock sprayed hot cum into the air, landing on her right eye, her cheeks, her chin, and then what seemed like gallons into her mouth. He kept pumping, and so did she. Cum pumped out for what seemed ages, until finally he began to slow. Aphrodite sucked his cock into her mouth, coaxing as much from it as she could. She used her hands to collect all the cum she could, licking it from her fingers like chocolate sauce. She didn’t want to waste a drop!

Rising slowly to her feet, Aphrodite pulled his shorts and pants up with her, fastening his belt and zipping his zipper. Reaching up, her still-naked tit almost directly in front of his face, she undid the tie and released him from his bondage. He rubbed his wrists, bringing the blood back into his hands. He noticed nothing. She fixed her dress, shook her head to settle her hair, and kissed him long and hard. They tasted of sex.

Pulling him away from the door she opened the stall, pulled him from it and propelled him gently out of the ladies room, smiling dangerously when he looked back at her. She winked, then looked over at her audience of two.

“Ladies,” she said with a nod, and then she strutted out of the room.

Rubber Ball

Kate was stunning in her shiny white latex nurse’s outfit and cap, white high heel boots and white leather posture collar locked about her slim neck with a silver padlock. Attached to a ring in the front of the collar William had clipped a metal chain leash which ended in a red leather handle, held firmly in his rubber-gloved hand. William wore a blinding white lab coat, steampunk goggles, a bright red latex shirt and black leather pants. His head was shaved. As they strode confidently through the fetish crowd, eyes turned to watch them.

Kate didn’t touch alcohol, but William helped himself to one glass of cranberry juice and vodka, his drink of choice. Around them milled a cacophony of leather, latex, PVC and flesh. In one chair sat a striking black woman in a red latex Star Trek dress, by a table a buxom young woman in an extremely revealing pink rubber dress chatted up a man in a tight blue vinyl jumpsuit. William finished his drink, reached up to grasp the chain within a hands-width of her collar and pulled gently, yet firmly forward and down.

Holding the leash with his left hand, William bent Kate over his knee and slowly rolled up the back of her short white latex nurse’s dress, despite her feeble protests. Revealing the white trimmed red latex underwear barely covering her lovely smooth cheeks, he ran his hands gently over them. They were oblivious (oblivious?) to the eyes now turning their way. He pulled his rubber-gloved hand back and brought it against the latex on her behind with a sharp, resounding SMACK! She gasped in a breath of air and let out a short, soft moan of pleasure. A few more eyes turned their direction as William drew back and landed his hand once more on her ass with a rubber-on-rubber CRACK! Kate yelped in delight. William looked around them and noticed several other couples kissing, fondling, and otherwise becoming engaged in their own love-play with Kate and him at the center.

When he failed to land another blow in a timely manner Kate turned her head to look up at him (not an easy task with her stark white posture collar locked onto her gorgeous neck.) Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated; they were close to pleading. He would comply, but only when he felt the time was right. When Kate finally dropped her head, hair falling across one eye, William let fly another sharp spank.

Her surprised gasp was cut short when William suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing Kate to arch her back and look him in the eye again. Kneeling between his knees, Kate could feel William’s need pressing against her arm and he could clearly see her desire in her eyes. He helped her to her feet and took her leash in hand. Moving to a less public dark corner they left the other couples behind in various states of fondling, groping and clutching.

Trapping Kate in the corner William pulled her to him with a firm tug of the metal chain leash. Their lips met and he felt the intense heat welling up inside her. She wanted him, he wanted her, and he was determined to satisfy that hunger right there, right then. Grabbing her by the hair once again he forced her down to her knees. She ran her face greedily over the obvious mound in the front of his pants, yearning to set his cock free. She looked up at him once again and he knew she was ready. William reached down, unbuttoned the waist of his pants, opened the zipper and pulled them down enough to liberate his penis. Hidden from view by his lab coat Kate placed a hand around his cock and pulled it to her waiting lips.

She first took only the head, and as he squeezed hidden muscles it swelled enormously in her mouth, pressing against all sides. A moan escaped her as his powerful cock spread wide her jaws. Kate was careful to hold him back, wetting his hot shaft thoroughly with tongue and lips. He was too big to take in completely at this angle and she pressed her hand against his gentle forward thrust so she could see and appreciate him. His cock was engorged and hot in her cool hand; he could wait no longer. Kate took him in her mouth as far as she could, using her hand not only to stroke his shaft, but also to keep him from thrusting too deeply. She could feel herself getting wet, responding to his need with her own.

William loved the feel of his cock in Kate’s mouth; no one had ever satisfied him orally like she could. She was the only woman who had ever been able to make him cum using only her sweet mouth and talented hands, and she did it often. She loved sucking him off as much as he loved getting sucked. The feel of her lips running up and down his shaft, her mouth moistening him as her hand slid back and forth was one like no other. She had a talent William imagined few women could match, and he was more than happy he was the man to benefit from it!
As she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth he reached down and grabbed the hair at the back of her head. She moaned deeply (God! He loved when she did that!) knowing what was coming.

Now he took control of the movement; gripping her hair tightly, William moved her up and down, faster and faster, on his thrusting cock. Her hand not holding his shaft was gripping his leather-clad thigh, and she was relishing the feel of his powerful leg muscles as he rocked his hips faster and faster. Finally, Kate could take it no longer, and pulled back, drawing her lips firmly up and off his throbbing cock. William released his grip on her hair and cradled the back of her head gently. She looked up at him; his intense blue eyes were piercing and unwavering.

Sensing the heat inside of her, William used the leash to pull her up from her knees until she stood before him, cradled in the corner of the room, body hidden from view by his coat. Her eyes burned; her breath rasped. He knew how wet she was without touching her. He could feel the heat coming from her body; he could sense the luscious sweat forming under the layer of rubber. If he could have he would have peeled that dress off her that moment, ripped off his own clothes and covered them both in their shared sweat as they rolled around in a riot of flesh. Not wanting to leave the Rubber Ball in handcuffs (at least, not those belonging to the police,) he restrained himself, if only slightly. Keeping his eyes locked on hers he reached down to her red latex panties and pulled them aside, revealing to his gloved fingers her hot, wet pussy. He spent a moment rubbing his finger over her clit, moistening his finger by pushing it gently inside her and running it over her lips. Taking his cock in his free hand he guided it to her slick lips and massaged the head firmly against her clit, covering it with her juices. Her eyes closed slightly, her body quivered, she gasped quietly. She wanted to be filled with his cock…she wanted to feel it stretch her to the limit and beyond…she wanted him to cum in her cunt, fill her with his delicious fluid.

William paused his rubbing and gave her The Look…that slight smile that told her all she wanted to know…he was about to ram his cock into her, hard! Kate stepped out of her panties as surreptitiously as possible and stowed them in one of William’s lab coat’s pockets. Her cunt was free to the air and she could feel her wetness. Their eyes locked, and she raised one leg to wrap around his waist under his lab coat. He leaned in, the head of his cock parting her pussy lips and searching for the entryway to bliss. Kate purposefully held her hips at the wrong angle so his cock would have to slide in and out between her wet lips and across her clitoris as he slowly thrust, wetting the entire shaft thoroughly. Finally, Kate pressed her shoulders back against the wall, tilting her hips so his huge cock could gain entry.

The head of his cock burst through, its sheer size surprising a gasp from her. William was gentle and slid forward carefully, allowing Kate to take him in slowly, agonizingly, until she felt like she could take no more. She was so wet, her juices dripped down her leg, but there was so much more to come. William pulled back, and Kate could feel every inch of him rippling through her. William pushed forward, and the well-defined ridge of the head of his cock sent shivers of delight through her and her hips came forward of their own accord.

Soon they found the natural rhythm they always found, their bodies merging and parting again and again, William’s cock getting slicker and slicker until they could hear the wetness between Kate’s legs. William couldn’t get enough of that sound. The sound of pure, raw, passionate sex. Sometimes, especially when Kate was on top (a favorite position of hers,) she would get so wet that he could feel the juices running down his cock, soaking his balls. Now that was fucking!
In the midst of their lovemaking (if something that primal could be called such,) Kate looked briefly over William’s shoulder and saw that they had, indeed, started something. There were women on their knees giving their men exquisite head, men with their hands roughly groping naked breasts, pinching pink nipples until they stood taut, hands down pants and up skirts, one woman sitting on a love seat giving her companion a very thorough tugjob, and more than a few couples as engrossed in screwing as they. The sights and sounds of sex were all around her, William’s cock was thrusting into her, and she was loving it!

William slowed his pace, pulling his cock almost out of her pussy. He did that sometimes; he would pull almost out, then pump just the tip in and out of her until she was ready to scream! Then, just when she was about to lose control he…FILLED her with his cock until she was going to burst! She moaned loudly this time, but it didn’t matter; there was so much moaning and groaning around them that no one heard. He did this several more times, then, taking a quick look behind him to see what was happening, he had an idea. William wanted to fuck Kate from behind. This way he could not only watch his cock go in and out of her sweet cunt, but he could give her a swift CRACK on the ass with his hand. Whenever he did this she not only squealed in delight, but her pussy muscles tightened maddeningly around his cock, squeezing it as her moistened fist had done not so long before. What he needed was a mirror.

Kate groaned in thwarted pleasure when William pulled his cock completely from her. Breathing hard, William held his lab coat closed with one hand and grabbed Kate’s leash with the other. Kate hurriedly straightened her skirt before being pulled along in William’s wake. She knew what he must be after and pointed him to the ladies room at the end of a dark hallway. Hurrying inside, he found it perfect for what he hand in mind.

There was a huge mirror over the two-sink vanity and another long mirror on a side wall meant for giving fastidious ladies a full view of themselves before exiting. William led Kate to the vanity and pushed firmly on the back of her shoulder. Happily taking the cue, Kate bent forward while her elbows leaned on the countertop. Kate looked up into the mirror and saw William behind her, his broad shoulders stretching his red latex shirt tightly across his chest. William’s eyes never left hers as he rolled up the back of her skirt once more and slid his still-wet cock back inside.

From this angle, Kate knew William went deeper and she felt his cock thrusting against her limits and gasped each time. Tiny sparks of yellow light burst across her vision as they ground their bodies together. William grabbed one cheek roughly in his strong hands and squeezed it. He then raked his nails across the soft skin, leaving parallel trails of joy as Kate arched her back, moaning deeply and gripping his cock even tighter.

People came and went behind them as they fucked, most giving them little more than a quick glance and a smile. One busty redhead paused for a few minutes, leaning against the full length mirror, the hem of her black latex dress pulled up, one hand massaging her clit, the other her left tit. She pulled her right hand away, sucked it briefly between bright red pursed lips and left, probably to find someone to satisfy her cravings. William and Kate never missed a beat.
As she sensed William nearing an impressive climax, Kate gently pulled away from him, turned around and sat on the counter. Placing her heels in the pockets of his lab coat, she pulled William back into her. She wanted to be looking into his eyes when he came; nothing thrilled her more than the look of intense ecstasy in his face when he pumped his cum deep inside her. He began to thrust his cock harder and deeper, deeper and harder, until she felt she would burst at the seams. She could tell he was about to explode; his breath got more rapid, his muscles tensed, and he began to moan. Softly at first, his groaning reached a crescendo as he pounded his cock into her tight, soaking pussy. Within moments he was moaning loudly, his cum shooting to fill her cunt. Kate almost screamed, his orgasm was so intense, and she came moments after. They continued to pump for a minute or so, slowly coming down from their climax. As they collapsed against each other, they were greeted by a round of applause from the small group of scantily clad men and women around them. Kate and William hadn’t seen them come in; they were more than a little self-absorbed. “Nicely done,” said one man dressed as Superman. “I couldn’t have done it better myself.”

William gave him a sly smile, looked into Kate’s eyes and replied, “We’ll see you all next year!”

"Pull My Hair!"

“Pull my hair!” Kate moaned as I pounded my cock into her from behind. I took one hand away from the ropes that crisscrossed her writhing body and grabbed her disheveled ponytail. I pulled gently at first, then more firmly as she groaned in delight. I looked down and watched as my slick cock moved in and out of her tight pussy, faster and faster, harder and harder. Leaning over to grab the paddle lying beside us I swung it back, and then cracked her smartly on the ass, leaving a new spot of red on top of the ones already left by the paddle and my hand. Kate yelped, her pussy tightened around me and I felt myself starting to cum. Just before my cock erupted I pulled out, spun Kate over using her ropes for leverage, and came on her face. She opened her mouth wide, swallowing as much of my cum as she could. Not wanting to waste a drop, she pumped my cock with a free hand, took the length into her mouth and sucked. “Mmm…” she said, “Now that’s what I like!”

As Kate lay back on the bed, absent-mindedly stroking her clit and rocking her hips, I thought back to the first time I discovered that Kate liked it rough.

We had set the mood, with blacklight and a selection of music that had a good, pumping rhythm, and I was unbuttoning her shirt when she slapped my hand away. I looked at her, surprised, thinking maybe she wanted to leave her top on for some reason, but her eyes glinted in the purple glow. I reached for her buttons again, tentatively, and she slapped me away again, “No.” She backed away from me, the daring spark in her eye saying a breathless yes.

I stepped towards her, and the backs of her legs hit the bed, and she fell onto the mattress. She tried to crawl backwards, but I knelt on either side of her legs and pinned her with my thighs, my cock hard and straining for release. Still she wriggled backwards. I reached down and grabbed her wrists. She tried to pull them away with a wrenching jerk, but I clamped on harder, making her hands go a shade darker. I looked her in the eyes to say, “NO!” and she glared back, “YES!”

Suddenly she began wriggling away again, trying desperately to break my grip. I pulled her arms down, saying to her, “No way…I am getting that shirt off you if I have to rip it off!” as I clamped her arms tight to her body. Arms and legs pinned, there was little Kate could do but squirm to escape my iron tight bonds.

I tried to undo her buttons, but Kate’s wriggling body was so maddening against my cock, I just pulled, and her shirt flew open, buttons flying across the room. Kate gasped and managed to pull one hand out to try to bat me away. I gripped her wrist and thrust it back to the bed, breathing hard over her. I used my other hand to undo my own pants and free my cock. Seeing it spring free of its bounds, Kate froze for a moment, a look of fear mingled with desire crossing her face. Her eyes met mine with a challenge: Take me, if you can. She resumed her struggle to free herself, and I reached up her skirt, gripping her panties and pulling them roughly down to her knees.

Kate used that opportunity to twist her body, grab the side of the bed and start to pull herself from under me. Wrapping an arm around her waist I pulled her tight against my body and rolled to the side. My other arm moved around her shoulder and I placed my hand on her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her tilt her head back and stop writhing. Her breath came in short, sultry rasps as I whispered into her ear, “I am going to get my cock into you one way or the other. Now, are you going to cooperate, or do I have to get rough?”

She answered by twisting away from me and saying, “You want it, you’ll have to take it!” I was open to the challenge. As she moved to get away from me and off the bed I managed to grab her wrists behind her back and pull them together, forcing her face down onto the bed once more. Lying on the end of the bed was her pink satin robe. Using one hand to secure my prey, I reached down with the other and removed the pink tie used to wrap the robe around her luscious body. I bound her wrists and knotted the tie. My hands now free to do as they wished, I used them to my best advantage. With one I grabbed a knot of her hair, the other pulled my pants off. Free of any further encumbrance, my cock was rock hard and ready to fuck this woman I had just subdued.

Kate whimpered “No…no,” but what she meant was “Yes…yes!” Holding her head firmly against the bed with one hand, I lifted up her skirt with the other, revealing the finest ass I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. I grabbed one cheek and squeezed it. Kate moaned softly, her breath shallow and quick. I knew that she was ready to be fucked, but now that I had her in my power, I was going to have some fun first.

Looking at that magnificent ass, I couldn’t help myself; the urge came over me and I was unable to resist it. I reared my hand back and brought it down full force on her buttocks with a resounding SMACK! I had never spanked Kate before, so I had no idea what her reaction would be. She yelped loudly, and then offered her ass to me again. I brought my hand back once more and cracked her again. This time she yelped, then moaned deeply. She liked it. She really liked it!

Was this wrong? Was something wrong with me that I knew I could have stood behind my Kate with my cock in one hand while I spanked her with the other until I came? Was I abusing her?

My hesitation made Kate turn her head to one side; with her hands bound behind her back she could only turn so far without falling to her side. She looked at me, eyes narrowed. “What are you waiting for? Spank me, for God’s sake, then stick that cock inside me because I need it. Hard.”

Any doubts were banished, and I did as she requested. I spanked her, seeing my impact ripple through her taut flesh, and she gasped in surprise, her mouth opening then spreading into an impish smile. I loaded for another spank, Kate, still watching me, stiffened with anticipation, but I held back. Just as she relaxed, I let loose and she gasped then moaned, burying her face in the mattress. My cock throbbed with need.

She wanted my cock more than ever…I wasn’t going to give it to her that easily. I got off the bed and knelt down behind her. She began to ask, “What the f…” but I never gave her the chance to finish. Grabbing her thighs, I pulled her back to the edge of the bed, burying my face in her dripping wet pussy. I love the taste of Kate’s cunt. I could lick her snatch from morning ‘til night and still not tire of it. My tongue darted out and found her clit; Kate moaned loudly, pushing her hips back to increase the pressure against my mouth. I licked up and down the lips of her pussy, every now and again going up far enough to tickle her asshole with the tip of my tongue, just quickly enough to let her think it might just have been accidental (but it wasn’t!) I swore one day I would fuck my woman from behind while sliding a butt plug into her, listening to her groan with the intense pleasure. But that was for another day. Right now I was too busy tongue-fucking her.

Kate raised her hips and begged, “Now, please…”

I stood and teased her pussy with the tip of my cock, stroking both her and myself. I raked the fingernails of my other hand down her spine and she arched her back, pressing her face into the bed, arms still helplessly behind her. Crack! One more spank for her pale ass, and I pulled the knot of the pink silk tie free.

Kate’s arms dropped to the bed, and she turned over, wrapping her legs around me, but that’s not what I wanted. I backed up and gathered her ankles together and used the strip of silk to bind them. “Hey…” she began to protest, but I pushed her further onto the bed so I had room to kneel. I propped her ankles on my shoulder, and I helped her lift her hips with one hand while guiding my cock into her wet pussy with the other. With her ankles tied together, her pussy was tighter than ever and I had to force myself to slow my needful thrusting.

“Holy fuck!” Kate cried out in surprise. We’d had sex plenty of times before, but this time the rock hard grip of her cunt made my cock seem even bigger. Her eyes widened as she took it all in, her mouth opened wide as a glorious moan of pleasure issued from it. Her ankles resting on my shoulder, I reached down and grabbed her thighs, pumping them back and forth as I slammed my cock into her. She was wetter than I ever remember her; I could feel her juices running down my cock and onto my balls. I love that feeling! I let go of her thighs after a while and reached down to grab her wrists. Pulling her arms down tight against her I pulled, forcing her entire body to rock up and down in rhythm with our fucking.

Sweating, writhing, breathing heavily, we kept screwing and moaning until I saw sparks in front of my eyes. I paused a moment, causing Kate to demand breathlessly, “Don’t stop!” but she needn’t have worried. I wasn’t stopping until I came in her pussy, on her face, or all over her tits; I hadn’t decided which. Pushing her ankles down over the top of her head, I forced her to arch her back and expose her hot little cunt to me. I raised myself over her and plunged my cock into her from above. She squealed in delight and began rocking in time with my penis forcing its way in and out of her tight, hot, slick pussy.

Wave after wave of sensation brought me closer to the surge and crash of orgasm. I suddenly and unexpectedly had an image of Kate, bent over a short bench, her wrists and ankles bound to its legs. I saw her corseted in black rope, her breasts pushed out between the wrappings, her hips accentuated. The rope also bracketed her beautiful pussy, which was exposed to me, and a well-placed knot rubbed against her clit. Her ass was begging to be spanked. I saw her like this even as I pounded her, and I knew that our first night of thrilling, rough sex would not be our last. I would bind her with more than the silk tie to her robe. I would spank that ass again, and she would like it. I knew she would like it. Her moans, her wet pussy, her thrusting hips, all told me she liked it rough. Now I also knew: so did I.

I needed more than ever to cum inside of Kate. Despite my need I pulled my cock out of her pussy, pulled her legs back down onto the bed and unbound them. Quickly, and with one swift move I plunged my cock back into her dripping cunt and began to pound it into her once more, her gorgeous legs wrapping themselves around me and pulling me ever deeper. We kept this up for a minute or two, pumping, moaning, groaning, sweating, until finally I could feel the cum rising in my dick. Kate could tell, too…she always could. She squeezed my cock with her pussy and before I knew it I was cumming like I had never cum before, and Kate’s hips rocked as an intense orgasm ran through her body. My muscles taut, I was shooting my hot load again and again in short, involuntary thrusts inside of her. I kept my eyes open, locked on Kate’s as her orgasm gripped and pulled, gripped and pulled on my cock. We watched each other’s exquisite pleasure, so extreme as to be nearly painful, until we were finally released, gasping.

I knew this would not be the last of our rough sex. I tasted blood and I wanted more, and looking into Kate’s eyes, listening to her panting breath, I knew she did too. I smiled a broad smile; she smiled back and said, “Now that’s what I like!”

Peeping Jane

I see you. Again. I spy with my little eye something naked. I spy with my little eye something big. I spy with my little eye something that draws me obsessively to your window and that has driven me to a near madness of desire.

You don't know me. You might recognize me, if you turned out your lights and peered into the darkness outside your bedroom window, but from watching you night after night, I know I'm safe. If you did look, though, you'd see your behind-the-house neighbor, the shrinking woman lacking any remarkable feature. A nobody. A "Plain Jane". Brown hair, brown eyes, average height, average weight, dark clothes, and wet, wet panties. I have to change out my panties after every secret visit to your window.

You wouldn't look at me twice, but then, I never looked at you twice until I discovered the secret of your window. Your window that magically revealed you in all your glory. It shone a light on your masculinity. It has shown me who you really are.

I see you, average man, average height, average weight, with auburn hair and blue, blue eyes. I've seen you in your garden. I've seen you in the grocery store. I've seen you riding your bike. Anyone in the neighborhood might claim those things, but only I have seen you in your bedroom.

The first time I saw you through your magic window, it was an accident. I happened to be outside because it was one of those beautiful warm nights where the air wraps around you and the crickets sing and the grass is soft and the stars shine clear and bright. I was outside and near your yard when I saw the flash of you crossing your bedroom window. I wandered closer out of curiosity. I didn't even think about it, I just walked up to your window and looked.

I noticed you keep your computer in your bedroom, along the right-hand wall, opposite your bed, and it was on. I also noticed you are very neat with your bed made, your clothes in a hamper and your dresser top organized. You apparently found the night as warm as I because the window was open just a little, and you entered your bedroom carrying a glass of water. I shrunk back, worried you might see me, not knowing yet you could not. You set the water next to your keyboard and stretched. I could tell you were warm the way you swiped at your forehead with the back of one wrist. Then you took off your shirt.

It was sudden, and I wasn't expecting the reaction my body gave me. I felt a thrill of a tingle as my breath caught. Your back flexed as you lifted the shirt over your head and tossed it into your hamper. I found myself imagining the feel of your broad shoulders under my hands, the taste of your sweat on my tongue.

You sat at the computer, your back mostly to me, and checked your e-mail fruitlessly. Pausing a moment with a sip of water, you dropped down your favorites list and clicked a site. It was obviously erotic; I could see the fleshy pictures clearly from outside. You browsed until you found a video you liked, and hit play. It was a woman and a man having oral sex. She sucked him until he came in her face.

I was shocked. Then I was double shocked to realize I was not feeling the usually accompanying "appalled". I was shocked and... aroused. I had never, ever, browsed the internet for porn. I wouldn't have known where to begin, or even realized why I would want to watch. But right now, I was watching the porn you were watching, and I was also watching you watching the porn.

You were at an angle, your back to me, but I could also see along your right side and I saw the bulging in your pants. I saw you brush it with your hand. I saw you angle your hips to loosen the folds of your pants to give your hardening cock more room. It was a short video, and you moved onto another. This one a close-up of a woman unzipping a man's pants and fondling his cock until he was hard. Then she sucked and sucked like a champ until he jerked himself off across her bare, heaving, and quite unnatural breasts.

You leaned back in your chair and unclasped your belt, unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, and folded the top aside to set your own cock free. I was again shocked when I realized you didn't wear underwear, and shocked again when I saw the size and beauty of your cock.

I haven't seen that many in my life, but I have seen enough to know that yours was more than above average; it was huge. You were very comfortable stroking it as you watched the video. You even managed to keep stroking the smooth shaft as you reached into a drawer with your other hand and bring out the lube. It was then that I realized that my panties were soaked, and I was touching myself through my pants.

I stopped suddenly, afraid at what I was doing, what I was feeling. My desire and need warred with the puritanical embarrassment I was raised to feel. It was then that you moaned and snapped me out of my reverie with a primal flush of heat and dampness. I didn't care if you didn't care. You were free, stroking your huge cock over and over, your other hand pressing against your auburn bush. Your hips were thrusting rhythmically and so were mine. I gave in. I reached into my own pants and placed a finger across my clit and rubbed back and forth, back and forth, in time to your own stroking.

I came first, then you, shielding your cum shot with one hand so it rained down only upon your belly. You continued stroking as the video played out, but I knew you weren't watching anymore. I snuck away before you stood, afraid you might hear my panting breath.

I came back to your window the next night, and the next, and the next. If I had to miss a night, I was devastated and I thought about you constantly, sitting in front of your computer, or lying on your bed as you did a few times. Always alone.

The first time I saw you at the grocery store after I had started watching you at night, I was filled with a wave of lust and I was too afraid to move. You were buying apples, a bunch of grapes, one pear and a small bag of carrots. I thought for one moment your eyes lifted to mine, but I was so nervous you would be able to read my erotic thoughts I pretended to be very interested in the bananas.

It has been over a month, now. It is August and hotter than ever. What I will do in the winter is a vague concern, but I imagine I will stand in the snow. I have not been able to stop myself from watching you. I stand outside your open window. You take off your shirt.

It is your shoulders that always give me my first thrill. They are broad and your arms are muscled. Your back is straight and fine. Your chest has a neat covering of hair and I long to put my face in it. You have your glass of water by the computer, and you check your e-mail, as always, fruitlessly. I am wet already thinking of what's coming, but your hand that hovers over the mouse stops and instead reaches forward and turns off your monitor.

I am dismayed! You always watch at least one video as your cock gets hard and you have to open your pants. I shrink to the side of your window and am poised to run. Have you heard me? Did I moan? Is this finally the night that you just don't feel like it?

Your shoulders are tight, but as you come to some decision they loosen and you brush the front of your pants with your hand. I see that you're hardening even though you've not watched your nightly video. Then you stand, and I wonder if tonight you will lie alone in your bed to masturbate, but you don't move that way. Instead, you push your chair back and you turn slightly away from your computer, so I have you in full profile. Your cock is distorting the front of your pants and you brush it again before you unbuckle your belt. My hand is already in my pants, my finger damp with the slow stroking I'm giving my clit. I freeze as you move towards your open window.

You're moving slowly, pushing the button on your pants through the buttonhole, your penetrating blue gaze staring straight through your magical window at me. I shrink down, but your window is the very long, old-fashioned kind and my head is well above the sill. Still you move towards the window, without any sign of alarm or acknowledgement of my presence besides your intense stare.

I am found out, I think, and I realize I can't run. I am frozen as you slowly part the front of your pants, lowering the zipper as I've seen you do every night. Your huge cock remains trapped until you can pull it free, and you do, right in front of your window. The window is partway open, and you open it the rest of the way, then you lift the screen.

Your hand cradles your cock; it is hard and smooth, full of pulsing blood, the head swollen and so dark with it, it is nearly purple. Your hair is trim and your balls are high and tight with need. You stroke gently and I hear the soft whisper of your skin. I have held my breath, and I release it. You have heard me, but you continue to stroke as you step as close to the window as you can. I stand, my secret revealed. As I come into the square of light thrown from your bedroom window, you squeeze your cock and stroke it again and again, slowly. Because I am on the ground outside and lower than your bedroom floor, my mouth is exactly level with your beautiful, hard cock. I look up at you and find you looking down at me, your blue eyes penetrating me, desiring me, needing me, and you smile. You must see the naked desire on my face, and you hold your cock in the open palm of you hand, offering yourself. I accept.

I am timid at first, afraid of your hugeness in my mouth, but you are gentle and allow me to ease you in, to get you slick enough to slide. As my lips and tongue move on you I feel your cock swell in my mouth till your head squeaks against the inside of my teeth. I use my hand on your shaft, squeezing and pulling as I have watched you do night after night. I feel your hand on the top of my head, a light pressure, and you moan as I have not heard you before.

The night is at my back, the crickets chirruping and someone's sprinkler chucking across their lawn. At my front is you, who I did not think noticed me as I watched and desired your desire to be for me. Faster and faster, I suck and you rock your hips unconsciously in time to me. Your hand clutches my hair and I feel you readying. Suddenly you stop and pull back. I am cheated! I think. More! I want. All of you! I need.

You are panting and your wet-glistening cock is hard and dark with flushing blood. I stand, my red-lipped mouth still open as you hold out your hand to me. I take it. I climb onto your windowsill and you help me into your bedroom, your sanctuary. You pull my sweaty t-shirt over my head and unclasp my bra with one hand. I let it fall to the floor as you look at my body the way no one has before. You stroke my breasts and my hard nipples explode with feeling under your palm. You look into my eyes. You look straight into me, and I see you've known I've been watching you for days, maybe weeks. Maybe the entire time. I am caught in your gaze and I do not want to leave. You push down on my shoulder, gently, and I understand. I kneel before you in your bedroom, your bed to my left, your darkened computer to my right, and your needful cock right in front of my face.

I take your cock again in my mouth for only a few deep-throating thrusts, but you are ready. You pull back and grip your pulsating shaft as I lean back to expose my face and breasts to you. You gasp as you cum on me and groan as you shoot again and again, coating my face, my reddened lips, my breasts. There is so much, I hadn't realized because you had always covered your ejaculate with one hand. Now I am covered in the lust we created together. I run my hands over it, feeling the slickness on my body. I lick my lips and take it into myself.

You stare into my eyes and smile. You offer me your hand to rise. You leave and come back with a warm, damp washcloth for me to clean up your beautiful cum. Then you lead me to the bed, unbutton my pants and slide them away. You slide down my underwear, you are so gentle, and you smile. Then you return my favor. Tenfold.

Come as You Bizarre

Every year William and I hold our “Come as You Bizarre” party. Everyone is required to dress in a way they never would in real life, in a way that would make their friends laugh, cry or recoil in shock. Last year I was a Playboy bunny, the year before, a scantily clad wench. This year, I chose a skin tight black wet-look catsuit, one that showed off every single curve of my body. I wanted William to take one look at me and get rock hard (and oh, could he get rock hard!)

This year William chose a biker motif: white t-shirt (a nice, tight one at that!) leather jacket and tight leather pants. When he first tried on the outfit I wanted to leap on him and screw the hell out of him. Well, actually, I did. But that’s another story!

We prepped the house and waited with great anticipation the arrival of our guests. Several showed up early (there were always some; maybe they were afraid someone would be dressed just like them and wanted to avoid the embarrassment? Or maybe they just liked to party!) Bob and Lisa were dressed as a pimp and his ho, Sarah showed up as nurse…in a very skimpy outfit. She had the legs for it. Others showed up as exotic dancers, some as demons or witches (it wasn’t technically a Halloween party, but some people automatically got in that mode,) one as a Goth chick, another as Waldo.

The party evolved as pretty much all the Come as You Bizarre’s did, with games and drinks and some sneaking out back for…whatever. With such a proliferation of sexy and erotic outfits there was bound to be some groping. Barely a year goes by when I don’t find someone rolling around on the pool table, skinny dipping in the pool or having a quick fuck in one of the bedrooms. It’s expected, so we’re always prepared for it…clean sheets, clean toys and plenty of condoms (the good ones!)

The night progressed and eventually everyone wore themselves out and went home. William and I checked around to make sure we were alone, and then headed for the bedroom. Once there, his hands immediately started to caress my body. The feel of his strong hands sliding over my tight catsuit started my blood rushing, my skin tingling and my pussy throbbing. My breathing got heavy and ragged as his hand began to rub my clit through the thin material. I’m sure he could feel how wet I was already. I grabbed his shoulders and marveled at the feel of them through the leather. The fact that I could feel his muscles through the jacket was a testament to his exercises! He pulled me roughly against him (I LOVE when he gets all rough and manly with me) and kissed me long and hard, our tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouth. I had to have him inside me, but he had other plans for the moment.

He grabbed a handful of hair in one fist, reaching down with the other to unzip his fly. William never wore underwear, a fact I relished. It made it so easy to feel the contours of his big cock through anything he was wearing; yes, even leather pants. He pulled out his already hard rod and I gasped, knowing what was to come. Still holding my hair he reached with his other now free hand, placed it on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. The tip of his cock was glistening with pre cum; I love the taste of his pre cum…there’s nothing else like it in the world! I opened my mouth and licked up that delicious dollop with the tip of my tongue. William moaned softly and I knew immediately what he was going to do. He grabbed his cock, positioned it at my mouth and pushed my head onto it with his other hand. His cock is so big I can feel it squeak as it goes through my teeth and pushes its way into my throat. He tenses his muscles and his dick swells, filling my mouth even more, just when I thought it was not possible.

He let me moved slowly up and down the shaft, lubing it with my mouth. When he couldn’t take the slow, wonderful agony any more he tightened his grip on my hair and started thrusting my head back and forth on his cock, face fucking me with everything he’s got. I once had a girlfriend say she didn’t understand why any woman would want a man pulling her hair. I tried to explain the fantastic feeling of raw sexual power it gave, but she wasn’t understanding. Maybe she just needs someone like William to take her and do it to her. I think a lot of sexual taboos would fall by the wayside if people did that; just let it happen. As long as no one gets hurt, it’s all good!

William slowed down; I could tell he didn’t want to blow his wad just then. I was a little disappointed; I think it’s so hot when he comes in my mouth (or on my face, or on my tits, or on my belly, or on my pussy, or in my pussy…!) He pulled me up off my knees so I was standing in front of him. Without taking his eyes off mine, he stripped out of his jacket, his shirt, and his pants. Standing in front of me, stark naked in all his manliness, his cock standing out like a huge piece of rock-hard lumber, I wanted him inside me, and this time I was going to get my wish. I unzipped the catsuit and let him peel it off of me. William admired my body for a brief moment, then, sliding his hands gently down my sides, he got on his knees and pulled my pussy to his mouth. He began that wonderful sucking/tongue stroking thing he does that drives me insane when we both heard a sound from the corner of the room.

William stood up, his cock still standing erect, and we both turned to find the source of the noise. There, in a large chair in the corner of the room, someone stirred. We hadn’t noticed them because the corner had been engulfed in shadow and we were…otherwise occupied. The shape stretched, stood up, came forward and quickly resolved itself into Sophie, a mutual friend we had known for years.

Sophie was what you might call a “free spirit.” There was little that Sophie wouldn’t try at least once. She was dressed to kill; her petite body was in a tight neon green dress held together more by sheer willpower than by material. Her curly brown hair framed her face and even I couldn’t help noticing her nipples were straining against the material. She yawned, surveyed the scene (William and I were still standing there, stark naked, his cock at full attention, my pussy still slick with juices.) “Mmm…nice,” she observed, looking at William’s cock. “Do you mind?” she asked me as she got on her knees, grabbed his penis and sucked it into her mouth, her ruby red lips sinking all the way to the base (not an easy feat!) William gasped in surprise and grabbed my arm.

Sophie had always been at our parties, and more than once she had joked about joining William and me as we fucked. At least, I had assumed at the time she was joking. Sophie is the kind of girl who likes to shock you just a little, then step back and giggle innocently. She wasn’t giggling now. In fact, she was doing an expert job on my man’s cock, and surprisingly I wasn’t upset. William was trying hard not to enjoy it, but by the look on his face and the way Sophie was working his enormous shaft, I could tell he was.

I probably should have been even more shocked when I felt Sophie’s hand on the back of my leg. She was gently stroking my leg as she did the same with William’s manhood. I didn’t notice at first, but my breathing had once again gone deep and ragged, a sure sign I was aroused. The sight of his cock disappearing into our friend’s mouth along with the quite erotic feel of her hand on my leg was getting me turned on. Part of me (a BIG part!) thought I should stop this right now (something must be wrong with this!) but there was a little voice inside saying, “Why not? What could it really hurt?” As Sophie’s soft, gentle hand made its way up to the curve of my ass, I decided to let the little voice win. I’m glad I did!

Sophie’s hand gently massaged my backside as she slurped noisily at William. He looked at me, a concerned look on his face. I smiled, nodded almost imperceptibly, and saw immediate relief come over him. He reached a hand behind my head and pulled me over to kiss me. That simple kiss became a tangle of tongues and lips, our hot breath crossing back and forth between us as we came to realize what was about to happen. I looked William once again in the eyes, smiled coyly and sunk to my knees beside Sophie.

Sophie took her attention away from Williams’ cock for a moment and surprised the hell out of me by kissing me full on the lips. Now I have kissed women before in a “friend” sort of way, but never the way Sophie kissed me; she kissed with all the passion of a kiss with William, and I found it interesting how tender and arousing it was to feel her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. It was different than William’s; this kiss was softer, the tongue more delicate as it entwined itself with mine. She finally pulled away and I was left with the taste of Sophie, peppered with the distinct taste of William. I opened my eyes slowly to find her offering William’s cock to me. Share William’s cock with another woman? Oh, what the fuck, why not? With that I plunged his penis into my mouth, almost gagging (I wasn’t going to let Sophie show me up when it came to giving my man head!)

I sucked it for a short while, then began licking his shaft up and down (he loves that!) Sophie joined me and we were both licking his cock like two women sharing a lollipop! Every now and again when we came to the tip at the same time Sophie would lean in and lick his juices off my lips. Every time she did that I would feel an electric tingle go all the way down to my pussy, causing it to twitch. I started sucking his cock again and then felt Sophie’s hand on my tits. I almost jumped a little, and then considered what that might do to William. I held still, adjusting to the feel of hands on my body that weren’t Williams. It was interesting how much less time it took to get used to each additional thing; I was by now so fucking horny I would have agreed to almost anything. And did.

Sophie rubbed my tits and pinched my nipples (how did she know how much having my nipples pinched makes me horny?) Her other hand ran down my back and started rubbing the top of my ass crack. That part of me used to be very ticklish, but William’s hands soon desensitized me, and I find it very erotic to have that area massaged. When William gets me really worked up he plays with my ass and electricity runs through my body…how many nerves are down there anyway? And are they ALL connected to my cunt? Sometimes, if I’m wet enough, he’ll even sneak a finger in there; it makes me moan when he does that! But how would I react to someone else…a woman…doing that? Apparently it was OK. She rubbed her fingers up and down my ass crack and I got hotter and hotter. I thought I might explode when all of a sudden…

I felt her lips latch onto one of my nipples and her teeth gently nibble. That was all I could take. I let go of William’s cock, lay down on the bed, holding Sophie’s head to my tits all the way down. She worked one nipple with her mouth, the other with her thumb and middle finger. Meanwhile William was not one to be left out. He climbed onto the bed and picked up where he left off, lips running up and down my pussy. He started tongue-fucking me and Sophie saw an opening (no pun intended!) She slid a hand down my flat belly and expertly found my clit. Rubbing it gently at first, she soon increased the tempo. I can tell you now: if you’ve never had a woman work on your clit, do it! You can tell a man until you’re blue in the face how suck your clit, but unless you own the equipment yourself you’re never going to get it exactly right. Sophie got it exactly right. Immediately I started to wonder what it would be like to have her mouth where her fingers were. William, Sophie, or both seemed to sense this; William moved aside and Sophie stood up. His hands ran from her ankles up her legs to her inner thighs where, by the look on Sophie’s face, he must have snuck a quick finger into her pussy and played around for a moment. He moved his hands to grab the bottom of her dress (which barely covered her taut, shapely ass) and stripped it from her body. William then guided Sophie down between my legs where he had just been busy making my pussy hot and moist. Sophie stopped just long enough to give William’s cock a tug and smile at him before she lowered her face onto my dripping wet snatch.

Sparks of light burst in my vision. Sophie was hitting every spot as if I were doing it to myself; she knew all the tricks, all the things I wished I could do but couldn’t. I have cum from being fucked by William, but never before had I cum from someone licking my clit…that is, until that night. I came so hard I ended up squeezing Sophie’s head with my thighs. She didn’t seem to mind, though. As my orgasm subsided she resumed tonguing my pussy. As she did that she reached out and grabbed William’s cock, guiding it behind her and aiming it at her pussy. I had managed to prop my head up on a pillow (I like to watch) and saw the question in his eyes. “Fuck her!” I yelled as best I could. “Put your cock in her pussy and fuck her like you fuck me!” I guess I was adamant enough; he rubbed his cock against her pussy to wet it down and plunged it deep into her pussy with one stroke. Sophie stopped sucking me long enough to gasp and let out a loud moan of surprise and pleasure (I told you his cock was huge!) She smiled at me and went back to sucking me to another orgasm as I watched William pump his cock in and out of her. I could feel his rhythm as Sophie’s head was driven again and again against my cunt.

I was hoping that William wasn’t going to explode just yet; I was having too much fun with this night of discovery and I didn’t want it to end just yet. Sophie may have sensed it…maybe she didn’t want it to end too soon, either. She pushed herself up, pulled William’s cock from her pussy and pulled me over to it. “Taste it,” she said. “You’ll love it!”

I gobbled his dick before I could think; what was that amazing taste? Oh my god, it’s Sophie! I was tasting the wetness from her pussy all over his fucking cock! It was wonderful; not at all what I thought it would be. I’ve stated my own pussy on William before, but for some reason I thought another woman’s pussy juice would be…I don’t know, just not good. It was delicious. “Do you like it?” Sophie asked, staring into my eyes. She had the most gorgeous green eyes. “Yes,” I replied.

“Then let me take you to the source,” she answered, lowering herself onto the bed. She reached up, kissed me long and hard once more, and pulled my head down between her legs. William lowered himself down next to us so he could watch as he squeezed Sophie’s ample, yet not huge tits. I reached out tentatively with my tongue and touched it to her pussy lips. I trim my pussy so there was very little hair; Sophie was completely clean shaven. There was that wonderful taste again…I licked again, this time with a little more pressure. Sophie moaned, placed a hand on the back of my head and pushed my face hard against her cunt. I let myself go and began licking my tongue all over, anywhere it would reach As Sophie ground her hips against me. Her pussy became wetter from her own juices mixed with my saliva…I quickly found her clit and began to work it. She yelped, moaned and squirmed as I tongued and William started sucking her nipples. He’s very good at that…he knows just how much pressure I can take before I go crazy, and then he goes just beyond that. As he played with her tits he reached down and started playing with my ass. I moaned, and Sophie arched her back…I must have struck a nerve!

“Put a finger in my pussy,” Sophie demanded. “Put it in!” So I did. I pushed my index finger in and she moaned again. It felt so warm and tight and moist in there, so I did what I love William to do: I put another finger in. Soon I had three fingers working their way in and out of Sophie’s pussy, and her hips were starting to buck. Within minutes she came, and came hard. I’m noisy sometimes when we fuck, but Sophie was a screamer. “Oh, fuck!” she yelped. “FUCK! Suck my cunt! Suck my fucking clit! Oh, god, your tongue feels so good! Fuck me!”

When her orgasm finally ended she pulled William on top of her and said, “I want you to get that big, fat cock inside me and FUCK ME!” She looked at me. “And I want you to sit on my face so I can suck your pussy!” We were in no condition to argue (why would we have wanted to?) to I straddled Sophie’s face while William moved to plunge his cock into her moist, tight cunt once again. As he fucked my friend he sucked my nipples and played with Sophie’s tits. I reached down and rubbed her clit as he fucked her hard. Sophie’s mouth again did an expert job on my cunt and every now and again her tongue worked its way up to my ass and played there, making me moan louder than I ever had before. I got more and more horny until finally Sophie inserted her finger gently into me as she kept sucking my pussy and I had a crashing orgasm that left me utterly breathless. I can’t describe the feeling of having my pussy tongued by the woman my man is fucking, but I can tell you it’s GREAT! I was only sorry it had taken this long to find out.

William was once again close to coming, so he pulled out and pulled us both to the floor to kneel in front of him. “Oh, fuck!” I thought, “He’s gonna cum all over us!” I wanted to feel his hot cum on my face and share it with Sophie…she had earned it! We sucked William’s cock for a brief time, and then he took over stroking it. Within a few minutes I heard the telltale signs of him ready to cum; the shortness of breath, the quiet moaning. We knelt in front of him, our mouths open to receive his hot cum. When he did finally cum he sprayed his hot juice all over our faces, into our mouths and on our tits. He finished and Sophie turned to kiss me; we shared his cum and hungrily kissed it from his cock and each other’s faces, swallowing it and relishing the taste.
We collapsed in the bed, spent, and slept together in a tangle of hot sweaty bodies until late the next morning. William made a huge breakfast and we said goodbye to our good friend Sophie later that day.


Sophie visits much more often than she used to…