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The weekend had promised so much. It was meant to have been a birthday treat for Karen – my girlfriend of five years – and me, a weekend away in a luxury hotel. We’d been looking forward to it for weeks, ever since we’d booked it. But here it was, barely an hour after we had arrived, dissolving before our very eyes.
It had all started to go wrong a few minutes after we had sat down to dinner. Well actually, thinking back, I suppose it had all started to go wrong that morning – or even two weeks ago when Karen had told Julie, her best mate, of our plans.
Now, Julie and I get along great. In fact, there have been more than a few occasions when I’d thought that something might happen between the three of us, although it never had. Julie’s problem had always been her boyfriends.
For the first few years I’d known her, she had been going out with a mate of mine. The four of us got along great, enjoying each others company whether it was for a night out, or even a holiday. Then, out of the blue, Julie dumped Mark, and that was that. Karen and I never did find out what had happened. Since the, Julie had dated a succession of men, most of whom Karen thought were “unsuitable” for her best friend, and none of whom we really got on with.
The latest boyfriend – Pete – had lasted a few months, which is longer than most. And that was where the problems had started.
On hearing about our plans for the weekend, Julie took it as a wonderful opportunity for Pete and her to join us, so that we could all get to know him better, just in case he was “the one” for her. As Julie had announced this, as full of enthusiasm as ever, Karen and I had just stared at each other, both fervently hoping that the hotel was fully booked. But it hadn’t been – and there was nothing we could do but grin and bear it.
To try and keep at least part of our plans intact, Karen had told Julie that we would drive down to the hotel on our own. We had planned a leisurely drive down, taking our time, stopping for lunch, a relaxing swim and sauna when we got there followed by some pampering – and plenty of time alone before dinner on the Friday night. Even as Karen told me of her plans, my cock had risen up, hard in my jeans, before I’d pulled her into my arms.
But even that didn’t work out. On the Friday morning, just as we were about to leave, Julie phoned. Pete’s car had broken down the night before, so could they have a lift? We couldn’t really say no, but then it had gone from bad to worse as Pete got caught up at work, and couldn’t get away until mid-afternoon. Our leisurely drive then became a tedious, tiring drive through the Friday afternoon and evening rush hour. The journey took twice as long as it should have done, and we barely arrived in time for dinner.
After booking in, I had led Karen up to our room. We sank wearily into each others arms, longing for time together, my cock rising up to press against her as our lips met feverishly. She pushed me gently away, both of us knowing that we had only a little time together before dinner.
Karen went off for a shower. I took my turn after her, coming back out of the bathroom to find her sat at the dressing table putting a little makeup on. She really didn’t need it – her face was beautiful enough, framed by her long, blonde hair. She smiled across at me, at my nakedness, licking her already moist lips as her eyes ran over my strong, muscular body and down to my rising cock.
“Get dressed,” she told me huskily as she stood up and reached for her dress.
I watched her as she slipped into her black mini dress, as it slid over the skimpy, black underwear she was wearing. I sighed, and dragged some clothes on, consoling myself with what was to come later.
I led the way out of the room and to the lift. We were alone as we descended towards the ground floor. We held each other and kissed, my hands running lightly up and down Karen’s back, her hand pressing lightly against my bulging cock, both of us making whispered promises of what would happen once we were alone again after dinner.
But it wasn’t to be. As soon as we saw Julie and Pete in the dining room it was more than obvious that all was not well. Our weekend was about to get a whole lot worse.
Pete and Julie had clearly been arguing. This continued over dinner, the two of them constantly sniping and snapping, with Karen trying to keep the peace. As we drank our coffee, Pete snapped once too often – and Julie slammed her cup down and stormed off. Karen hurried after her, leaving me to brood on my simmering dislike of Pete.
He looked at me a bit sheepishly, and I actually began to feel sorry for him. After all, Julie can be a right bitch at times. He seemed to have shrunk a bit in the last few moments. At a little over six feet, well built and muscular, Pete tended to dominate, but now he somehow seemed smaller. I was about to snap at him, but didn’t. What was the point of making things worse? Except that they were about to get worse anyway.
Or were they?
Karen came back a few minutes later. She whispered to me, glancing over at Pete from time to time, explaining how Julie wanted to go home, how Karen had persuaded her to stay as the next train wasn’t until the morning, how Julie was refusing to share a room with Pete. And how Karen had agreed to share with Julie that night. Did I mind sharing with Pete? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, so I only took in half of what she went on to say.
“It’s a twin room … Julie messed up the booking … that’s what they started to argue about … it’s only one night … she is my best friend … we’ve still got tomorrow … I’ll make it up to you … as soon as they’ve gone …”
Half an hour later I was stood outside Pete and Julie’s room, her key card in my hand. I had said good night to Karen, my cock hard as I held her, despite the circumstances, despite our weekend being ruined. I swiped the card angrily, opened the door, and stepped inside.
The room was almost in darkness. Pete was already in bed, but had left a bedside light on. Glancing around, I saw that it was a twin room, although the beds were much bigger than you would normally expect. After going to the bathroom, I switched the light off, and undressed in the dark before slipping into bed in my boxers.
I lay in bed, my eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness. I wasn’t sure if Pete was asleep or not, although his breathing seemed very regular. I rolled onto my side, my back towards him. I thought about Karen, about what we should have been doing together.
Without really thinking about it, my hand strayed down under the covers. I cupped and squeezed my cock and balls, feeling them harden as I imagined Karen next to me. I could almost smell her, taste her. I eased my boxers down onto my thighs and pulled my cock and balls upwards, above the waistband.
I stroked along my length, feeling my shaft thickening and hardening until I was fully erect, my balls tight beneath my thick cock. I slid my hand slowly up and down, peeling my skin back with every stroke, half listening out for Pete. I closed my eyes, a picture of Karen in my mind, my hand moving faster, my cock and balls getting harder, tighter.
“Can I help you with that …?”
My eyes flew open the words sunk in, as I became conscious of Pete behind me. He was kneeling at the side of the bed, his face close to my shoulder, his hand resting lightly of my hip. I froze as his hand slid over my hip and under mine to squeeze my cock. I instinctively pulled away, rolling onto my back and trying to sit up, pushing him away as my cock wilted. I stared at him, my eyes wide open with shock.
“Just thought I could help …” he told me, giving my cock another squeeze.
I jumped – I hadn’t even realised that he was still holding me. I watched him as he stood up, a smile, a knowing smile, on his face. I watched as he crossed the room and headed for the bathroom, as he walked slowly between our two beds, across the bottom of mine before pausing and reaching for the light switch. His body was bathed in light from the bathroom before darkness descended again as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself.
I watched all this closely, unable to drag my eyes away from him. It had only been when he had let go of my cock and stood up that I had realised for the first time that he was naked. I caught only a fleeting glimpse of his cock before his back was to me. Pete seemed somehow taller and broader, his waist slimmer, as he walked slowly away.
In those few seconds, my eyes locked onto his broad, muscular back and shoulders, on how they tapered into his waist. I stared at his firm ass, the skin pale in contrast to the rest of him. I looked at his strong legs, the muscles rippling as he took those few steps, his ass rocking gently.
As he reached the end of the bed and turned sideways to me, I could see him in profile. I could feel his eyes on me, looking down to where my hand was still holding my cock. My eyes were drawn to his cock, standing out semi hard from his body, curving away, bobbing lightly as he walked, promising so much.
As Pete switched on the bathroom light, the bedroom had been lit up for a few seconds. He was bathed in light as he turned towards me. In that fleeting second I drank in the sight of his jerking cock, of his strong body. My mouth was dry, and my tongue felt swollen. As the bathroom door closed, I flopped back onto the pillow, gasping for breath.
I listened to Pete in the bathroom, thinking of his cock, of his touch, only then realising just how hard my own cock was in my hand. My mind was a blur of confusion as I realised that for the first time I was turned on by the sight, the thought, of another man.
It didn’t even feel like it was me doing it as I reached down and slid my boxers off. I moved as if I was in a trance, an image of Pete, of his naked body, of his cock, burnt into my mind. Naked, my heart pounding, I lay back in the bed, the covers thrown to one side, my rock hard cock on my belly.
And I waited.
Moments later, Pete emerged from the bathroom. He paused in the doorway, looking at me, seeing my nakedness, my hardness. Leaving the bathroom light on, he crossed quickly to my side and dropped to his knees beside me where he had been only minutes before. Nothing was said as he reached for me, as he took my hard cock into his hand.
He lifted my cock away from my body, one hand sliding gently along my shaft as the other reached for my balls. I groaned as he slipped his hand down to the base of my cock, pulling my skin back tight, exposing the red, throbbing head of my cock, already slick with pre cum.
I watched, my eyes wide open, hardly daring to breath, as he moved his hand up and down, as beads of shiny pre cum rolled softly down my cock head and onto his hand. He leant forward, his body hot against mine, and flicked his tongue over me, wiping the pre cum away with his warm, wet tongue. I cried out at the feel of him on me, just as he sighed at the taste of me on his tongue, at the feel of me in his hands.
We both moaned out loud as he dropped his mouth over the tip of my cock and sucked slowly on the head, his tongue swirling around my sensitive skin, his lips wrapped around the ridge of flesh that separated my cock head and my thick, throbbing shaft. I twisted slightly towards him as I moved for the first time. I reached out a hand to him, reaching out for the back of his neck as my hips pushed upwards off the bed, driving my cock into his mouth.
His lips slid down my shaft as I drove into him, his teeth grating along my length as I began to fuck his mouth. My hips bounced off the bed as his tongue lashed across my cock head, both of us moaning.
His hand on my balls squeezed harder, his fingers probing lower. I pulled my knees up, his fingers sliding over my balls to rub gently but insistently at my ass, his finger tips scratching lightly over the sensitive ridges of flesh he found there.
Pete’s other hand was on my belly now, pressing down lightly on my hot skin, feeling the tense muscle below. I was pumping quickly into his mouth, my balls hard and on fire. His mouth plunged up and down, swallowing more and more of my shaft each time, sucking me deeper into him each time as his fingers continued to probe at my ass.
The muscles of my thighs and belly were tense, rock solid as my ass tightened and lifted off the bed as I came, as I cried out and pumped my thick cum into his mouth. Pete grabbed my cock, pumping my shaft wildly as he sucked my cum from me, his moans muffled by my hardness.
Gradually, I relaxed, not quite believing what had just happened. My ass sunk back down onto the bed, my cock softer in his hand, his lips and tongue moving gently over me. Pete looked up at me, a grin on his face, but my mind was still confused, a blur of conflicting emotions. Pete saw my confusion, but still he leant over and kissed me quickly, the taste of my cum on his lips and tongue.
I moaned against his lips, wanting more but still not understanding. And then Pete moved to kneel beside me, his cock long and hard in front of me, his meaning, his need, obvious.
I reached out to him, slowly, tentatively, wanting to touch him but still not sure. His cock felt hot, the taut flesh throbbing under my hand. Pete moaned as I touched him for the first time, as I touched any man for the first time. I looked down at his cock, looked at him closely for the first time as I stroked along his veiny shaft, feeling the blood feeding his erection. He stood up, my hand still on his cock. I eased up the bed a little so that I was half propped up on the pillows.
I looked at Pete, seeing for the first time how hard and flat his belly was, how the hair above his cock was short and curly, how smooth his balls were, how long his cock was, how it curved up slightly at the end. His skin was tight over his bulbous head as I eased it back. I glanced up at him as he let out a deep sigh, his eyes closed, a look of intense pleasure on his face.
As if in slow motion, Pete moved. Stepping forward, he rested one knee on the edge of the bed. Before he moved again, I knew exactly what he was going to do. He swung his leg over me so that he was straddling my chest, his cock bouncing only inches from my face, from my mouth.
I reached out to him again, my hand finding his hardness just as he rocked himself forward. His cock brushed against my lips, his pre cum smearing sweetly along them. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure. I pulled my head away, turning sideways for a second, Pete’s cock dragging against my cheek. I felt him move, and looked back towards him. For a moment I thought he was going to try and force his cock into my mouth, but he didn’t. He took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft. As I held him he spoke softly.
“Later,” he told me, “when you’re ready.”
I squeezed his cock, happy to hold him, to stroke his swollen shaft, wanting to feel him in my hand. I held him awkwardly, the tip still inches from my face. Pete eased backwards a little, his balls trailing over my chest and belly. His ass was level with my thighs when he stopped, his cock still in my hand – until he reached down and pushed by hand away.
He reached for my semi erect cock and held it against the hot, hard flesh of his own erection. He moved his hand slowly, wanking us together, my cock growing hard against his. I could feel the heat of him throbbing along my cock as I thickened and lengthened, recovering more quickly than I could ever remember.
I pushed his hand away, and took his cock from him, reaching down to cup his hard, swollen balls in my other hand. As I pulled on his cock, he eased forward until my cock was beneath him, resting under his firm ass. Then he began to push down against me, rocking slightly, my cock sliding between his taut cheeks.
I stroked him slowly at first, but then faster as he rocked against my cock, as my hand became a blur. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand, the heat coursing through him. He leant back, his hands behind him, on my thighs, his ass pressed down harder against my cock. He threw his head back, a deep moan escaping from between his lips as I felt his orgasm approaching.
I pumped him harder, faster, my own cock painfully hard, my eyes now closed as I savoured the feel of Pete’s cock in my hand, as I listened to his groans of pleasure. I could feel the tip of my cock rubbing against his ass as he moved, against the tight puckered entrance to his body. I groaned at the thought, at the feel, of my cock against him, and I knew I wanted more, that I was ready for more.
I opened my eyes to find Pete staring at me. It was if he could read my mind. But then with a deep sigh he came. There was no warning, just jet after jet of thick cum gushing from his cock. I watched wide eyed as he threw his head back again. I watch the cum spurting from his cock, thick wads of cream that splattered onto my chest and belly.
Pete rocked his body, his ass grinding down onto my cock as I carried on wanking him, spraying more and more cum over me. His belly was taut, the muscles rippling tightly until at last he relaxed, the last of his cum dribbling from his softening cock onto my hand.
He knelt up, his breathing hard, grinning at me.
He told me that I’d “done great” as he climbed off me and came to lay beside me, before adding “but what about this?”
He held my hard cock in his hand again, running his fingers along my shaft, tracing the thick ridge on the underside of my cock from my balls up to the tip and then back again, tracing every vein, every contour. His touch was so intense I could do nothing but sink back onto the pillows and let the pleasure wash over me.
His hands and fingers moved further, probed lower, running lightly over my ass before moving back up over my balls, along my shaft, and onto my belly and chest to trail through the drying pools of his cum. He twisted his head, and I felt his strong, agile tongue flicking across my nipple. I could feel it hardening even before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked on me, gently at first and then harder, more insistently. He moved then, his tongue flicking through the pools of his cum on my body.
He lifted his head and looked at me. I could see his cum glistening on his lips and tongue. And then he was moving towards me. My lips parted to welcome his. I felt his tongue dancing lightly against mine as I tasted his cum, tasted him, for the first time.
As our lips parted, he whispered to me.
“Ready?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but at that moment I was ready for anything, wanted everything.
Pete looked at me closely, and then dropped his head towards my cock. He licked quickly along my length, leaving me gasping for more, my cock twitching. He scooped up what was left of his cum with his fingers and rubbed it along my cock before rolling onto his front, his meaning obvious.
“Quickly” he told me.
I climbed behind him, kneeling between his legs, my cock huge in front of me. I moved slowly, uncertain despite my desire. Pete moved, arching his back and raising his ass towards me. I reached for his ass, holding his firm cheeks and pulling them apart. Pete pushed back against me, exposing his ass to my gaze. I ran a finger tentatively over the puckered entrance, feeling his heat, feeling him throbbing beneath my touch.
I rubbed a finger against him, feeling him squirm with pleasure as my finger eased into him, rubbing against a thousand sensitive spots as I pushed deeper inside him. I felt him moving beneath my touch, and looking up I saw him reaching out to the bedside unit. Pulling the draw open, he felt around blindly, before grabbing a tube and passing it back to me.
I looked at the tube of lubricant he had given me, and quickly squirted some on to my fingers. Seconds later, he was pushing back towards me again, urging me to fuck him with one finger, then two, as he began to relax.

Well I have always wanted to give my wife a really nice birthday present. But money has always been a bit of a stumbling point. She loves lingerie and tight fitting dresses. So I managed to juggle our finances one week and told her to get something special. Well as usual I get the bonus of going with her to say yes or no. So the following day of we went shopping first stop underwear I made her choose a nice half-cup bra, thong and a deep lace suspender belt all in black and gold. Stockings Marg got some 10-denier lace top ones. Next was the shoe shop and it just had to be 4-inch high heels. And finally the dress. I made her buy a nice red one low cut front and very short.
Now the next step of my plan, our sex lives have always been a bit bland the usual 20 minutes and it’s all over. I usually say to her imagine your having a nice bit of black cock and it seems to turn her on more. So I bought a strap on dildo with a nice size black cock on it. And yes she liked it she would look down at it and play with herself. As I could see she was enjoying it I would say wouldn’t you like the real thing and I would get an mmmmm.
Well this went on for some time and I finally decided to get her a really nice present I would get a black guy to shag her. I had some nude photos of her so that would help. The club I go to has a guy working there called Mo. He was the ideal candidate around six feet tall and looked very fit. Okay now time to make the planning I asked Mo if he could meet me with the wife without her knowing we arranged the following Friday at a club called the Oasis.
Well the following Friday came and I told Marg we were going out clubbing. I suggested she wore the new clothes she had bought. With Marg I know she likes to impress so I told her plenty of make-up. Around two hours later she appeared down stairs and she looked fantastic. Her breasts showed lovely cleavage and the lace trim of her bra just showed. The dress was very short and when she sat down it rode up and you could see the stocking tops. Well when Marg put the high-heels on it finished it of, her bum stuck out her dress rose up a little more and the lace tops of the stockings were visible through the split in the rear of the dress. The make-up was excellent red lipstick, dark eye shadow, eyeliner and a nice red blusher.
Well we made our way to the Oasis club when we got inside I got Marg a very large bacardi and coke when she soon drank, so I got her another. After about three she was really loosened up. I made an excuse to go to the loo and went to find Mo. Marg was sat on a stool looking right slut stockings showing good cleavage the lot. I pointed her out to Mo and he made his way over it was very crowded in there so when he got near her faced her to pass. As he was passing he pretended to stumble and he had is hands on here waist. Marg just looked at him her lips slightly open. I could see him saying something and she answered. Well I could see them trying to chat so I left them to it for a while. I made my way round and made my way back to her making sure she could see me. When I got to her she pretended nothing had happened.
Marg then said it was her time for the loo, I watched her go away looking round so I thought I would follow at a distance. I could make Mo out, as he is quite tall so made my way towards him. And yes there was Marg chatting to him. I nodded my head to him and put my arm up as a signal to try something. Well he got my drift and put his hand on her shoulder, she did nothing to brush him off. So he played a little more and moved his hand to her waste. He rubbed her waste and moved her dress up a little and looked down at her stocking tops. I could see Marg getting a little aroused, as she was moving closer. Mo leant over as if to whisper something and kissed her cheek. Marg didn’t back away when he put his head down again to peck her cheek she turned full face to him and they kissed with there lips. As they did this mo put him arms around her waste and she returned the motion. Well I left them at it for a while and returned to where she had left me. After a while Marg returned I said you were a while and the reply was there was a queue.
She had redone her lipstick and makeup etc. well I thought where does it go from here. She sat there and after a while said she didn’t feel to good; okay I will take you home then. The reply was no you stay I will get a taxi. Okay I didn’t need a lot of persuading. Well she left and I followed, making sure I could not be seen. A little down the road there was Mo waiting. He walked up and kissed her and she replied the honour. He put his arm around her as they walked of. I followed but wasn’t sure where they were going. They headed to the only car park around here. My car was also there. Well it was the standard BMW for Mo. Marg got in so I made my way around to get a view. The windows were very dark on the car and the light wasn’t to good outside either. I watched them French kissing, how she couldn’t see me I will never know, most probably because Mo kept her busy.
I looked through the side window Margs legs were wide open and Mo was fingering her, I could make out a high heel shoe on the dashboard. Marg was fumbling with his flies then out came his cock about ten inches long and good and thick. She leant over and kissed his cock then started to suck it long slow strokes then gathering speed. Then Marg wanted to reposition herself; she climbed onto the back seat lay down and opened her legs wide. Mo got his condoms out and Margs reply you don’t need them I am fixed. She lay there holding his hips as he guided his 10 inch black cock into her. He pumped her tight fanny like no tomorrow. Take this you white slut she moaned as he insulted her. Harder and faster he fucked her. I could hear her coming and crying for more. Come in me was audible from the car.
Now I thought lets make this last longer so I rang her mobile phone. I heard it ring and thought this will be interesting. She finally answered the phone after lots of ringing. You get home okay I asked yes was the reply. I told her I was going to be very late and she said thanks for letting her know. Well that was it for her I could hear her say to Mo he’s going to be late back to my place. Well I ran to the car hoping to get home before she did. I hid the car around the corner dived in and got in the wardrobe. Well I was in luck they arrived about ten minutes after me she made her way upstairs to the loo. I was in the spare room and got a good view of her redoing her makeup. Then she went back downstairs. I could look over into the front room of our lounge and not be seen luckily. Mo stood behind Marg and undid her dress it slid to the floor and she stepped out of it.
She turned and looked up at him her breasts rising up and down he kissed her from the top downwards when he reached her fanny she lifted a leg over his shoulder. He then stuck his tongue right up her and she wriggled with pleasure. I had never seen that done before. Mo then picked her up and laid her on the settee he grabbed a high heel in each hand and directed his large cock towards Margs fanny. I saw it stretch her and then fill her up. You white hoar you really need this don’t you. He fucked her every way possible Get up you slag he called her she was like putty in his hands, now suck this. She put her lips with bright red lipstick around his cock and sucked and licked. She wanked his cock in her mouth his hands held her head. Okay slut here it comes Mo emptied his spunk into her mouth. Marg swallowed it not wanting to waste it. She then licked the last signs from around his balls not to waste anything. You want to go to a real party with me next week asked Mo well obvious what the reply is.
I pretended to get home later that night Marg was in bed all cleaned up and very horny when I got in. She asked me to try things I had never dreamed of and we both enjoyed it. I commented afterwards what happened to you, what ever it was I hope you learn some more and her reply was I wont let you down. So there will be a part 2 called Margs night out.

Thanks for all the feedback I’ve received about the first two parts of this story (and all the votes!). Everybody whose written to me has asked for more about Tom and Dawn, so here it is, and hopefully if you enjoy it, there will be more to come. Thanks again, enjoy…
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Tom and Dawn had been inseparable since their first fantastic night together, barely being able to keep their hands off each other. This was difficult at work, where they had decided to keep their relationship a secret. The management frowned upon office romances. This was especially difficult for Tom, who would watch Dawn glide around the office, imagining making love to her over desks, up against filing cabinets, and practically everywhere else he saw her. More than once he had to disappear to the toilets to relieve the pressure building up in his cock just from thinking about her. His secretary had even asked him if he wanted her to book a doctors appointment, thinking there was something wrong with him, he was in and out of the toilet so often. Dawn noticed it too.
“Are you ok sexy?” she whispered to him one day while pretending to show him some documents.
“Fine beautiful,” Tom whispered back. “Why do you ask?”
“Well you seem to be spending a lot of time in the toilet, you’re not ill are you?”
Tom smiled sheepishly at her; he couldn’t lie to her if he tried. “No I’m fine. To be honest it’s your fault I keep going in there.”
“My fault?” Dawn asked, puzzled.
“I can’t help it,” Tom laughed. “I watch you around the office and you get me so fucking horny, I either have to get in there and do something about it or walk around with a hard on big enough to startle old ladies!”
Dawn giggled. “You naughty boy! Playing with your cock on company time, you should be ashamed.”
Tom groaned. “Don’t talk like that or I’ll have to go again!”
“Is that right?” Dawn teased. “You mean me talking about you stroking your big, fat, hard juicy cock gets you all excited?”
“Mmmmm, you know it does.” Tom shifted uncomfortably in his chair, thanking God to be hidden behind his desk.
“What about if you think of me on my knees, sucking you? A nice, wet, slippery blowjob. Covering your lovely cock in my saliva.”
“That’s cruel Dawn,” Tom moaned. “It’s hours ’til I get you back home!”
“Why wait?” Dawn replied.
Tom looked at her. “What do you mean?”
“Just go to the toilet and wait. Trust me.”
With a smile Dawn turned and walked back to her desk, an extra little wiggle in her hips.
Tom looked around quickly to make sure no one would spot the Olympic sized hard on he was sporting, and made his way to the toilets. Once inside he checked that it was empty and went into a cubicle. He quickly unfastened his trousers and released his aching cock, giving it a couple of quick tugs. There was a click as he heard the toilet door open and close, and then the sound of heals clacking across the hard floor tiles.
“Tom?” he heard Dawn whisper.
Tom unbolted the cubicle door and opened it to Dawns grinning face. She looked down at his hard cock and her grin became wider.
“You naughty boy,” she scolded, stepping into the cubicle with him and locking the door behind her. “You just couldn’t wait could you?”
“Its hard to wait when I knew who was coming,” Tom smiled.
“Well,” Dawn laughed, taking his cock in her hand. “It’s certainly hard, and it’ll be cumming before too long.”
Slowly Dawn stroked Tom’s cock, making him lean back against the wall of the cubicle. “Mmmmmm, do you like me wanking your cock my naughty boy? Do you like me wanking you as I talk dirty to you?”
“Oh you know I do,” Tom groaned.
“That’s good, because it turns me on too. Telling me you come in here to wank your lovely fat cock, thinking about me got me hard too. Does my naughty boy want to see?”
When Dawn called Tom her naughty boy he knew she was on fire, and it made him want her even more. “Oh yes Dawn, please show me.”
Dawn release his cock from her grip and stepped back pulling her tight skirt around her slim waist. She pulled her lacy panties to one side and pulled out her own hard cock. Running her brightly painted nails along its shaft she moaned as she looked into Tom’s eyes.
“Is that what you wanted to see baby?” she breathed.
“Oh fuck yes Dawn,” he moaned, his own hand returning to his cock as they stood facing each other, both slowly wanking their hard cocks. They stood for a moment before with a groan Dawn fell to her knees on the hard floor.
“Oh fuck you’ve got me so horny Tom, I’ve got to suck your fucking cock! I want to taste your cum!”
Tom could do nothing but moan loudly as Dawns wet lips surrounded his cock, taking him deep into her mouth as she sucked him hard. His hands fell to her head and held it as he pushed his hips forward, fucking her pretty face. Dawn had always proved to be an amazing cocksucker, but this was the most intense experience of his life. She squeezed his balls as she sucked, as if she were trying to squeeze the cum straight from them, so she could taste him that much quicker. Tom knew that this was not going to last long. As much as he enjoyed what Dawn was doing to him, he knew that he couldn’t hold back, she had got him so turned on it wouldn’t be long before he was filling her mouth with cum.
Dawn pulled her mouth away from his cock, breathing deeply. “Cum you dirty fucker,” she panted. “Fuck my mouth like a cunt and shoot your fucking cum in me!”
That was it. As soon as Dawns lips were back around his cock Tom felt it twitch and his balls tighten. He pulled her hard onto him and thrust forward, his balls draining as his hot cum hit the back of her throat. His cock pulsed and jumped in her mouth as wave after wave shot out of him and into her as she swallowed hard, taking everything he could give. Tom fell back against the wall, his softening cock slipping from between Dawns lips. She stood and leaned forward, kissing him passionately, pushing the small amount of cum that she hadn’t swallowed into his mouth.
“You are amazing Dawn,” Tom gasped as they kissed.
“Mmmmm I’m glad you think so baby,” Dawn moaned. “Because I’m still hard as fuck and I’ve just got to cum!”
Tom sat on the toilet seat as Dawn stood in front of him, wanking her hard cock in his face.
“Make me cum Tom, please. I’m so fucking horny!” Dawn pleaded.
Dawns language always got harder and dirtier when she was hot and turned on and Tom knew it. He moved her hand away from her cock and wrapped his own around it. Leaning forward he took her throbbing cock into his mouth and began to suck. Tom had done quite well on their first night together, but Dawn had been giving him tips since, and now he knew how to make her happy with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head of her cock, stroking what remained outside his mouth before taking it deeper and really going to town on it as she had done to him.
“Oh fuck that feels good Tom,” Dawn moaned. “You are such a nasty boy sucking on my girly cock! Oh please make me cum, I need to cum for you!”
Tom redoubled his efforts. If Dawn was anywhere near as turned on as he had been, it wouldn’t be long before he tasted her cum on his tongue. Dawn started sliding her cock back and forth between Tom’s lips, fucking his mouth as she got closer and closer to her inevitable orgasm.
“Oh Tom, I’m going to cum!” Dawn gasped. Her hips shot forward, forcing more of her cock into Tom’s mouth as her cock bucked and she came hard, shooting it into Toms waiting mouth. Tom swallowed hard, trying to get it all down his throat as Dawn continued to piston her hips back and forth, finally collapsing herself against him. Pulling her spent cock from his mouth, she wiped the tip across his face, leaving a trail of sticky cum across his cheek. She crouched down and licked his face, before pushing her tongue into his mouth and kissing him deeply.
“That was wonderful Tom,” she smiled as they broke their kiss. “I can’t wait to get you home tonight.”
“Well if this little experience is anything to go by, I can’t wait either,” Tom grinned back at her.
“We’d better get cleaned up and get back to work,” Dawn chuckled. “You go first and I’ll follow.” She kissed him again and whispered, “I love you Tom.”
Tom stared at her. In all the time they’d been together, that was the first time either of them had said that. A huge smile broke out on Toms face. “I love you too Dawn.” And he meant it.

She met him online. She read his profile at a site and thought he sounded interesting. She messaged him. He replied. Like her, he loved sex, the more hardcore, the better. Unlike her, he was Pagan. This intrigued her.
They talked online for days. She couldn’t wait to sign on and if he was there, she was elated. If not, she waited for him.
They exchanged pics, and yes, there was an attraction. Although she was 36 to his 25, they had lots of things in common and the more they talked, the more she wanted him inside her.
She made her feelings known. How talking to him made her pussy ache for his tongue, his hands, his cock.
He made it known that he so desperately wanted her to sit on his face. He wanted to tongue fuck her pussy in the worst way. He wanted hardcore.
She wanted his cock in her ass, his tongue in her ass, she wanted to be freaky with him, defy all that she was taught. The Catholic schoolgirl was now a woman and wanted to feel flesh, his flesh, deep within her womb. She wanted him to lick her, suck her, fuck her, bite her. She wanted to give her very soul to this man that made her body tremble, her juices flow, her very being alive with his words, his face before hers. His eyes beckoning her to let go of all her inhibitions. Letting him drain her old life away and give her a new life. Her soul, her life, her blood was his for the taking, and take it he would, mixing it with his own. Together they would unite and unfurl such a storm of love upon each other.
She met him in person. Back at his place, he pushed her up against the wall, ripping away her clothing, finding an exposed nipple, he takes it with force, sucking hard, nibbling, then sucking again. Hearing her moans, he continues. He licks her body as he eases his way down, biting then kissing and biting again. He’s on his knees looking at her wet pussy. He grabs her as he crashes to the floor holding her against him. Making her sit on his face, he buries his tongue in her wanting flesh. She fucks his tongue. Moving her body back and forth feeling his tongue against her clit. He inserts two fingers deep inside her. She fucks them forcefully. He loves that she is like this.
She notices his cock is rock hard and dripping precum. She bends down to his hardness, taking him in her mouth and she sucks him off. She licks his shaft from the tip to the bottom, gently rubbing his balls, then she sucks them too, licking them, caressing them with her tongue. She goes back to sucking his cock. His tongue is deep within her ass. Oh how she loves that. She’s never had it and the feeling is awesome. She wonders if he would like that too and without any more thought, her tongue finds his hole and she begins licking. Noticing that this was making his cock drip more, she continues by inserting a finger deep inside him as she takes his cock in her mouth. He moans loudly and forces her to take all of him. She keeps sucking him, deep, and within seconds his cum spills into her mouth.
He asks her to get up and then he leaves the room. He comes back and asks her to close her eyes. She does so. He blindfolds her and leads her to his room. There he securely fastens her hands to his headboard. She’s on all fours, blindfolded, ass in the air and he gags her.
He stares at her beautiful, helpless body. He then grabs the paddle and gives one good blow across her gorgeous ass. Not a flinch from her. He strikes her again and again. The heat rises and the fire burns deep inside her as he continues spanking her. He notices that she is wet and it’s dripping down her legs. He enjoys spanking her and the reaction she is giving him. His cock is so hard. He moves closer to her and rubs his cock against her red ass. The sensation she feels overwhelms her.
He rubs her ass, spanks it again, then rubs it. This continues and then surprisingly to him, she squirts. He removes the gag and kisses her deeply. She came from him spanking her, that has never happened to him and he loved it. He removes the blindfold and looks deeply into her eyes.
He can tell that she trusts him and that she’s enjoying this. She is sexually aroused and he intended to make her feel good over and over again.
He untied her and laid her on her back. He gently kisses her and caresses her breasts. His manhood pressed against her naked body causing her to moan. He sucks on her nipples, licks them, rubs them. The pace picks up and he sucks harder on her nipple. She begs him to continue. She likes the roughness. He knows that she does.
He asks her to stand up and she does. His hands caress her whole body from top to bottom. He takes in the smell of her hair, he works his way down and kisses her red bottom. Her body shivers with anticipation of his next move, wondering what that might be.
He tells her to sit on the bed. She does so and then he leaves the room. She looks around the room and sees his altar. This is where he worships his Goddess and God. He is Pagan, Wiccan. He told her their first chat. It intrigued her. He aroused her. She continued looking around his room. He came back.
He told her he had a surprise for her. He held out a knife. Not just any knife, the knife he used for his rituals, the knife he used to draw blood, his blood, for various spells. He held out his hand and cut across the scar that was already there. He placed it before her lips and she licked it. Tasting his blood made her loins ache again. He asked her to hold out her hand and she did so without hesitation. He made a cut and sucked her there. The burst of energy swarmed through him.
She hungered for him to be inside her as they both licked each others cuts. He lay her down on the bed and entered her moist pussy. He fucked her like a wild animal. She met his thrusts with her own and together they came.
They lay next to each other exhausted, waiting to gain the strength back to do it all over again…

This story is written form the view point of one of my slaves;
I am walking down the street with my girlfriend, gently I reached over and gave a ass a little squeeze, “I love you,” I whispered in her ear, but then suddenly I feel a sharp stab in my neck as I turn round to see I collapse to the floor Laura next to me.
When we recover I notice we are in a dark room, like a prison cell with no windows, suddenly the door flies open and a guard comes and drags Laura out leaving me in the cell wondering what is going on. I lie down on the bed still groggy from the drug wondering what is going to happen next.
I awake with a start as once again the big metal door is flung open I am dragged out of the cell down a corridor into a bright room there I see suspended off the floor by ropes Laura totally naked. I see she is crying, attached to both her firm nipples where hooks, obviously new as I had not noticed she had had any piercing before. The piercings where attached together to a chain that led down between her legs, they had also pierced her clit again with a small ring attached by the chain to all three points were ropes running up to the ceiling.
I had no more time to look they led me over to what looked like an exercise bike however the saddle had been replaced by a thick leather harness. Forcefully they ripped all my cloths off leaving me there, standing totally naked and scared.
I was instructed to sit and a large vibrator was attached to the seat and then the whole harness was pulled tight forcing the vibrator deep inside me, stretching my pussy and putting pressure on my clit, however it was not turned on yet.
When I was ready in walked a man dressed as a doctor, he clapped his hands and the ‘porters’ left. He then started to explain his contraption; “I will now give you one chance to prove your devotion to your partner if she submits you shall both be my sex slaves together.
“You see the piercings are attached to a winch you must counter act this winch by peddling your bike so she is not pulled apart, but that is not all.”
He slowly pulled out a big black dildo presenting it before my eyes, “This inflatable dildo will be placed up your dear friends ass, however I am sure no person could take it fully inflated!” he lent on a piston and the already large looking thing swelled up to the size of a water melon I winced as he shoved it in a slightly deflated state up Laura ass.
Laura screamed as the so called doctor rammed it into her virgin hole not bothering with any lubrication, and she once again started to sob, “Now the handle bars of you bike are connected to another winch which will stop the weight inflating the thing so you must keep both you arms and legs moving.” My head was already spinning from the thought of the task ahead when he chimed in again.
The Doctor continued, “Thirdly this is my patented electric stimulator,” he pulled out a large silver dildo with a lead coming out of it. This time it did look lubricated no doubt to make the connection. Gently his evil device glided into Laura’s pussy and she let out a moan. “Now you see this can simulate all the sensations of real sex by artificially stimulating the nerves however over stimulation can occur even causing death, so if you want to keep her sensations in the safe limit, you must keep your heart rate down.”
Bringing out two pads he gently moistened them and stuck them onto my naked chest, roughly fondling my breasts as he did so. My pulse was already quite high. “Start peddling I am going to arm the machine,” as he did so I knew now I must not stop yet I must keep my pulse low. “Remember if you friend here gives up and pushes this button in her hand you mine,” he drawled on and I peddled.
“Now we can’t have Laura her having all the fun can we, how silly of me,” said the doctor menacingly and he picked up a remote control and turned it on instantly I felt the vibrating dildo strapped inside my already moist lips spring into life, not only was it humming on my clit as it spun it would pass over my g-spot, instantly my hart rate increased and I could here Laura moan as her electric stimulation increased inside her ravaged body.
I could tell she was getting a very intensive stimulation. Her cunt was dripping on to the floor. As the doctor increased the speed at which my own vibrator was whirling I found it hard to keep moving. I was facing a losing battle I could no longer stretch my arms out far enough to keep up the weight. Slowly Laura’s tight ass was being torn open by the inflatable dildo swelling up inside her.
However she seemed to like this new sensation probably brought on by the intense stimulation from the docs electric rod. She began bucking against an imaginary body almost reaching her orgasm. I could tell I was not far off as the vibrator locked onto my lower body was too good and soon both Laura and I were coming in unison screaming as the doctor looked on with glee.
The mixture of exhaustion and the sensation of the thing strapped into me were so intense I forgot everything and stopped peddling my exhilaration was instantly cut short by a scream as the weight were ripping on Laura young breasts and clit I can remember shouting just push the button and as she did I felt that horrible pain in my neck again as I collapsed seeing the doctor leaning over in satisfaction with the needle I knew we were his.
As I lay there in my cell I thought about my situation under the power of someone I don’t even know. The door flew open and a ‘nurse’ told me to change into the surgical style gown that had been thrown into the room.
As I changed into the open backed degrading article I could sense the ’security’ camera, my ever-present friend, was following me, zooming in on my naked body. I imagined the Doc behind the screen sinisterly watching, I shuddered.
As soon as I had changed a nurse came back into the room and took my old cloths away locking me back in. I noticed he had left me a cup of something I was suspicious but a voice came over the intercom, with a slightly aggressive controlling tone, “Drink it!”, I was under his control since our last adventure so I had to obey. As I sipped it down I felt the predictable comforting, sleepy feeling coming over me, it had been drugged.
I woke up again on something like a bed made of soft leather with a soft pillow like in a doctor’s surgery. I tried to move realising my hands where tied by my side and my legs spread open tied at the ankles to the corners of the bed. It was then I realised I was totally naked I felt a slight breeze blow over my exposed, shaven pussy.
The doc walked into the room, “Now for your punishment for failing my last little experiment.” He raised my head slightly I looked down and saw a small box attached to the bed, to this box the doc fitted a smooth shiny metallic dildo with a thick long shaft topped off with a small nib that was obviously for my clit. Nevertheless my heart sank when I saw he was strapping the heart monitor onto me again, not more of that I thought but all I could do was wait.
“Now let us begin!” he cried clapping his hands, slowly the smooth object slid towards me shining from the lubrication added for my comfort. I gasped as it entered me pushing deep inside it felt smooth as it slid in, then as the small nib touched my clit it started to vibrate sending me into ecstasy as the vibrations penetrated throughout my body.
I felt it rolling round inside me pushing in and out I knew I couldn’t last long I wondered why this was punishment, now I wish I had never asked, just I was about to go over the edge and feel the terrific orgasm washing over me the thing stopped and withdrew so that there was that the head was barely inside but tickling it none the less. “Now for the punishment I can tell when you are about to orgasm and I will keep stopping the machine just before you go over the edge I will control if you cum, after all, your mine.”
At first I was naive and thought this was not much of a punishment, not having had it withheld before. For the next few days he kept me from coming either strapped onto the table or hands shackled so I could not relieve myself. Soon I wanted to cum so badly. I thought I could hide the feeling from him until it was too late and I came but he was smart, cutting it closer each time all. All I wanted to do was reach climax. I was desperate I thought I would do anything to feel the warm waves of an orgasm wash over me in the heightened state of horniness from the machine. It was then he issued another ultimatum;
He flicked a switch and revealed Laura through the one way mirror in the room I hadn’t noticed before. She was strapped onto an upright frame with a large dildo in her pussy but something more sinister as well. On her wrists and ankles were large cuffs with power leads running from them and on her head was a cap she was in an electric chair my heart sank I had already pre-empted his words.
“Just say the word and I’ll let the machine continue,” all I had to do was betray my friend, my partner, and once again I could feel satisfied but she would die. I thought about what I should do when the doc once again started the torturing of my throbbing slit.
As the dildo moved inside and once again started its ministrations on my clit I knew I might not stop myself. His voice was in my head now screaming at me in a low menacing tone, “Just do it! Say the word and I’ll let u come,” I felt the powerful tool pushing in and out sliding inside, touching every part of my pussy and clit I was losing control I had to cum this time.
As I reached the point where I was so far gone I knew the machine was about to pull out once again, I felt the words escape my lips without conscious thought I had said it, “Go ahead, do it.” My orgasm exploded inside me, the most amazing reminding me of the first time I had ever felt the feeling, strong and powerful stirrings washing over me in warm waves. My body was wracked with the feeling and was aware of nothing else but my pleasure brought on by this machine.
As I passed out from the feeling the last thing I saw as I looked over towards Laura was her spasming from electric shock and it was all my fault, I had betrayed her for sexual gratification, I felt terrible I had killed her, the doc had won, broken my spirit.
Post script, the doc didn’t actually kill Laura he just wanted me to feel like a Judas so all her spasm was low voltage giving her a fantastic orgasm from the electrified dildo, after all he didn’t want to lose any of his sex slave guinea pigs.

Part 2 — Exploring the depths of passion
I had just confronted you and forced you to expose your hidden desires. As you knelt before the beautiful vision of me clad in black panties and stockings I had insisted that you gaze upon me until your fetishistic feelings overwhelmed you. You had confessed your deep enthrallment to my beauty and your yearning to worship me, serving my pleasure as my devoted panty boy.
I was surprised how much it had turned me on to drive you to your confession and to hear your naked admission of desire, and had not anticipated the erotic power the moment held. It had begun as a way to satisfy my obsessive curiosity about your obscured passion, but had unexpectedly awakened some deeply buried passions of my own. Now I found myself wanting to unearth both our buried passions.
I liked how it felt to have such a powerful effect upon you. It made me feel very sexy and desirable. And I had enjoyed acting the pursuer, the huntress, far more than I had expected. The teasing, taunting words I’d spoken had seemed to come from someone else within, a more forceful, demanding persona. One who knew what she wanted and was going to enjoy every moment pursuing her sexual desires, no matter how devious or kinky they might be. I too had been drawn under a spell.
The exposure of your vulnerability and naked devotion had also driven my passion, revealing a part of me that I had always known was there but had never expressed so purely. I had always enjoyed and felt excited teasing boys in the past but this was something different. The idea of being the focus of unbridled adoration, of being worshipped like a goddess, felt wildly exciting. And it was exhilarating to think of having such a free rein to direct things as I pleased and pursue my every erotic whim. A threshold had been crossed, and we both knew it. It was an epiphany that opened up a strange new world to us. A dance of seduction and submission had begun that would create a deep and fulfilling intimacy between us, one more dangerous and mysterious than either of us had ever experienced before.
There I still stood before you, resplendent in my thigh-high stockings and the black satin panties that I had employed to force your confession. You still knelt before me as I held your head in my hands, directing your gaze. You had just admitted how desperately you wanted to be my panty boy, to submit yourself completely to my elaborate adoration and lose yourself in the exquisite satisfaction of my pleasure. And you wanted me to test the depths of your desire and devotion.
I gently pulled your face to me so that your cheek lay pressed against the soft fabric covering my belly. The delicate silky fabric, a thin barrier stretched snugly across the swell of my hot womanly flesh, was so very soft and mesmerizing. You were enveloped in the invisible cloud of my body’s perfume, and, as I learned later, felt a momentous peace, as though you had arrived at a long lost home. I began to slowly rub your face back and forth across the smooth sheerness, first one cheek, then the other, over and over, slowly hypnotizing you into sweet surrender.
Later you told me that you had often dreamed of such a moment, even adjusting your grooming in hopeful anticipation of such a blessed event. You told me that you always made a point to shave your face very closely prior to our meetings, often while fantasizing of feeling the sheen of my feminine undergarments against the smooth skin of your face. You had dreamed of feeling the soft ticklish skin of my inner thighs on your face, smoothly shaved so as not to chafe me there. I was very touched by the sweet devotion and consideration in the thought.
“Do you like this, baby? Is this what you want? ” This time I wasn’t teasing, I was mocking you, making you admit it.
All that you could do was exhale “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” over and over in a low moan. The scent of my arousal wafted up to you from below, drawing you ever more deeply under my spell.
“Would you like to kiss them? Is that what you want now?” I purred, now in a teasing voice.
“Oh, yes!” you moaned, “very much!”
“How much do you want to?” I taunted.
“Oh, god, darling, so much it makes me ache inside!”
I stopped the hypnotic rubbing and pulled your head back so that you gazed up at me with appreciative eyes. I spoke so softly it was almost a whisper, but clearly demanding none the less. I wanted to break your will to me, make you give in all the way.
“Ask me. I want to hear you ask me. Tell me how much.”
“Please let me.”
“No, darling, you have to ask better than that. I want to hear you express your desire more explicitly. And I want to hear the yearning in your voice.”
“Please, I want so badly to kiss you there! Please let me kiss your panties! Please, I’m begging!”
“Good, that’s a little better. I want you always to ask — with respect, appreciation, and sincerity. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, I’ll try to, I’ll try to do my best.”
I rubbed your face back and forth a few more times, then said “Now ask again; and no begging unless I want you to. And believe me, you’ll know it if I want you to. This last remark had a dark and foreboding undertone, all at once intriguing, dangerous and arousing.”
“Please may I kiss you there, through your panties? I want to kiss you all over your panties, to please you.”
“That’s better, my dear. Now, if I let you, do you promise to do as I direct you to?” I sounded almost admonishing, like a schoolmarm might speak to an errant pupil.
“Yes, I’ll try my best to do as you wish.”
“And you will obey me and stop if I tell you to?”
“Yes, of course!”
I rubbed your cheek across my belly again, inflaming both our desires anew.
“You are to kiss only as I direct you to, which I will do by pushing your head, pointing, or instructing you. Do you understand and agree to this?”
Very quietly you said, “Yes, I understand. I will, I promise to mind you. Just let me please you. I want to so much.”
I pulled your head towards me and directed you to kiss all along the top band of my panties, then back and forth across the front, slowly descending lower and lower down the womanly swell of my tummy. I could tell that you were filled with an overwhelming love for me, and an appreciation that I would tolerate your obsession like this, with such seeming acceptance and indulgence.
When your lips grazed my soft bush through the sheer fabric an involuntary moan escaped you and your mouth fell open in longing.
“Uhn-uhn, no mouth or tongue. Not yet, darling, not ’til I say. Just kisses for now. Is that clear?”
“Uhn-huhn.”
I pointed to one side of the panties and immediately you followed my cue, kissing along that side. Then along the other side. Then alternating back and forth, so gently and worshipfully.
“Mmmmmm, I think you like this, don’t you!” I said in my teasing, sing-song voice.
“I love it. I love to adore you like this, you’re so beautiful and it’s so intimate,” you were so very thankful.
“What a good panty kisser you are! We may have discovered a hidden talent! ,” Again in that teasing voice. “But talent needs plenty of practice to become truly good don’t you agree? ” I was relishing the attention and my eyes burned with desire now.
“Oh, yes! I would love to please you like this — whenever you want, however you desire, and for as long as you wish. It makes me so very happy to worship you like this.”
I pushed your head down, directing you to the swell of my mound. This time you remembered to keep your lips closed. Only kisses, I had said. Only kisses you had to repeat in your mind, over and over, as the smell and texture of my bush beneath the delicate black panties was making it so difficult to control yourself.
“Mmmmmm, I think we may have to practice this a lot from now on. Would you like that?” My hands now rested at the back of your head pulling your mouth firmly to my sex.
“Uhn-huhn,” was all you could utter. Your lips and thoughts were entirely consumed with worshipping me.
“I know you’d like that. You love being my panty boy, don’t you!”
“Oh, I do! I love it so much! I could kiss you forever!”
Abruptly, I ordered you to stop, and you immediately froze at my command, as you had promised to. “That’s a good boy! What a good, obedient panty boy you are for me,” I praised, as my eyes glimmered intensely like those of a predator on the hunt.
I pulled away suddenly and said, “I think that you’ve earned a very special treat, you lucky boy! Now you get to do the back.” I turned around, and looking over my shoulder said, “You know what to do. Start at the top again and slowly work your way down. Do a good job now. I want to feel sincere worshipful yearning through your lips every time they touch my bottom. You may begin now.”
Again, a dream had come true. You had longed so many times for this moment, to worship my gorgeous bottom with hundreds of passionate kisses. My extraordinarily sexy ass had long mesmerized you, and I very well knew it. Seeing the full swell of my ripe womanly buttocks caressed by the delicate fabric of the black satin panties made you ecstatic, and so obviously filled with joy. You slowly kissed along the top band as directed. Again you descended slowly as you kissed back and forth, all the way down. As you reached the top of the cleft of my bottom, I arched my back with pleasure, pushing my sumptuous bottom to your lips as I delighted in this new worshipful attention. All the way down you gradually kissed, down to the creases where my ripe bottom met my long shapely legs. During this, I didn’t let you venture into the tight crevice of my ass. Plenty of time for that later, I thought.
“That’s enough for now,” I said stepping away from you. I sat down in the plush wingback chair in the corner of the room. I beckoned you to kneel before me, then directed you to kiss my breasts through the black satin bra that matched my panties. Back and forth, and all over. You gently nibbled at my nipples and sucked at them through the thin satin. I removed my bra, freeing my small perfect breasts. You followed my silent cues as I directed you to attend to them over the next twenty minutes, kissing and licking in circles around the sensitive areolas, nibbling gently at the erect nipples.
When I had had enough of that, I encouraged you to suck as much of my firm breast in your mouth as you could while tickling my engorged nipples with the back of your tongue, then I’d pull back letting them slowly slip from your sucking grasp. Pushing in and pulling out as you sucked me deeply, I was breast-fucking your mouth and you loved it.
At last I sat back up, saying, ” Did you like that, sweetie? Did that make you hungry for more? Do you like it when I titty-fuck your mouth like that?”
“Uhn-huhn,” you grunted, “I love it.”
I directed you to strip from your clothes. As you complied, I saw that your cock was stiffer than I had ever seen it before, and dripping pre-cum from the tip.
“You look like you’re enjoying this! You’re so hard!”
“Yes. I’m very hard. I’m so excited, I’m afraid I might come.”
“Then you mustn’t touch yourself. Try to stay focused solely on my pleasure, and it will help you not have an ‘accident.’ I want you to let me have complete control of your release.”
“OK.”
“You are to come only when I have given you permission, and only how and when I allow. Is that very clear?” You looked down at the floor and nodded your ascent.
I beckoned you to kneel again and sit on your feet before me. Looking like a sensuous queen on her throne, I crossed my legs, proffering my foot, still clad in classic black nylon stockings and expensive Italian closed-toe heels. Not needing any prompting, you gently held my foot in your hands and kissed all along the top as you gracefully removed my high-heeled shoe. You now noticed that I had treated myself to an indulgent pedicure the day before and my feet were immaculately groomed. They were soft and perfumed and the nails lacquered a deep red, exciting you all the more. You reverently kissed along the sensitive arch of my stocking clad foot then kissed my pretty toes as you caressed my foot. Then you repeated the same for the other foot, then alternating kisses between the two.
I lifted my right foot and sensuously rubbed the slick surface of the nylons over your cheeks. Then I stroked your nose in the cleft between my big and second toe. The natural sweet musk of my feet was amplified as only genuine nylon stockings can do, and it made your balls tighten involuntarily. As I rubbed your nose into the cleft between my toes I was daydreaming intently as though the act was a symbolic teasing foreshadowing of other sexual acts to come later.
I was glad now that I had the foresight to get the pedicure. It liberated me of any self-consciousness so that I was more able to enjoy the delicious pampering without any inhibitions. I loved how willingly you took to adoring my feet. I knew that you had never shown even the remotest signs of having a foot fetish before and therefore your attention was being lavished selflessly, without catering to any inner selfish desire, just for my pleasure.
I had a shimmering hopeful thought that with time you might learn to enjoy pampering my feet almost as much as I was enjoying it. I had noticed the way your eyes lit up when you saw those perfect red nails. Mmmmmmm, maybe I would have you learn to paint them for me. I pictured you blowing softly on my toes to dry them, and smiled. Indulgent images of having my toes licked and sucked swirled in my mind, and my pussy twitched at the thought.
I signaled you to kiss each leg, from the toes to the soft bare skin above the stocking tops. As you kissed your way up you couldn’t help but notice that I had dabbed a subtle perfume in the sensitive spot behind each knee, compelling you to linger there with your kisses as you breathed deeply of my scent. The prolonged teasing I was giving and the pampering adoration I was receiving were getting to me and I was starting to lose my composure. The desire that had smoldered within me all day and kindled into flame at your confession now flared into a hot, demanding urgency.
As you alternated your kisses on the sensitive skin of my naked inner thighs my legs fell open exposing the shiny silky black panties snugly covering my mons and the damp panty crotch concealing my swollen labia. I was aching with wanton lust and you were delirious with desire the closer you came to my sweet treasure. My pussy and your mouth seemed drawn together like magnets, inherently attracted. It was kismet, meant to be this way, our acts a fulfillment of our destiny.
We both felt the significance of the moment. I held your face in my hands, just inches away from my ready sex. I looked deeply into your eyes, then leaned down and kissed you. I looked long and deep into your eyes again and said, “Tell me what you are feeling now darling, right now,” I said, driving you to the next level, opening you further.
“I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before. And so connected and close to you, like I have been yours forever. I want so much to be intimate with you and pour my heart out to please you.”
“Tell me how you want to be intimate, darling. Open up and tell me everything you imagine.”
“I want to breathe deeply of your scent, so that it is within me. I want to worship your body, utterly and completely, without limits, just for your pleasure and satisfaction.”
“That’s wonderful, darling. I want that too. And you can be sure that I intend to teach my darling panty boy very well exactly how to please me. But isn’t there something more, something else that you are holding back, something that maybe you are a little ashamed to tell me?” My intonation was firm, but nurturing.
You looked disoriented and even more vulnerable than before. You so wanted to please me, but it was hard to open up that much and answer the questions. I seemed to know what was deep within you more than you did yourself, and know how to compel you to open completely, and let me all the way in to your emotional core. You hesitated, and I kissed you softly again, reassuringly.
“Go on now, don’t be afraid or ashamed. Tell me your most hidden desires, your most private fantasies. Show me how completely you trust in me by baring yourself totally and giving yourself to me completely. Isn’t that what you really want?”
I had broken through the haze of your resistance. You let go and as tears rolled down your face you opened up more than you even knew was possible, revealing suppressed thoughts that you were barely conscious of, and had never really faced honestly even to yourself. Very quietly and quickly the words tumbled from you, “I do want you to take control. I want you to use me for your pleasure, and make me do things. I have thoughts I can’t help sometimes of what I hope you might make me do, things you might think are perverse.”
“Tell me about these perverse thoughts you have,” I said in a very nurturing manner, “Its OK to tell me, darling, I’ll understand.”
“There are so many, I can’t think of them all now. I think about worshipping you all the time. I think about you straddling my face and smothering me with your panties on. And fucking my mouth with your pussy, just like a man would fuck a woman’s pussy with his cock. I want you to really force me to please you orally, and make me lick you. Sometimes, when I am masturbating and very excited I think of you making me do humiliating things, too and kinky unimaginable things that I’ve never done before. Sometimes I think about you making me wear things for you, like making me wear your panties while I go down on you. Or using sex toys, like holding the base of a vibrator in my mouth while you ride it on top of my face. But really, most of all, what I want is for you to make me submit unquestionably to your wishes and for you to make me show the depth of my love by surrendering completely to your demands.”
My eyes glistened darkly as I listened to you and my mind raced thinking of the possibilities. My mouth had become dry and the words came out thickly, “I am very, very intrigued by everything you say, darling. I think that we can find a way to meet both our needs, for now. And we will have to talk more later about those ‘humiliating and kinky things’ you mentioned. In due time, I think you’ll find it easier to share these thoughts and feelings, as I teach you how to really open up for me, both emotionally and physically.”
For a moment you wondered what I might have meant when I spoke of opening you up physically. Then the thought was lost as I pulled your tear-stained face to me smothered it in my breasts and spoke reassuringly, “It’s all right, baby, it’s OK now. Don’t you feel better now? Don’t you feel better when you tell me everything?”
“Yes, I feel better.” You relaxed, as though a great burden had been lifted from your shoulders. You had broken, and you were putty in my hands now, ready to be remade by my vision, shaped by my will.
“Now I am going to ask you again. I need to know if you are certain of what you are asking for before we go further. Is this truly what you really want, to surrender your will completely to me? Are you certain?”
“Yes, with all my heart.” You were entirely mine now, to do with as I pleased.
“What if I don’t care to act out your fantasies, or if I wanted you to do things that weren’t in your fantasies, but were just in mine. Have you thought of that? It might not be easy for you. There isn’t any halfway with this, your devotion would have to be complete. And I might test your devotion, perhaps much harder than you imagine is possible. I might feel like ‘training’ you, making you practice what I like so you become really good at it. I might even have the urge to ‘punish’ you if I am displeased, or maybe just feel like it. Do you think that you are ready for that depth of commitment?”

Slut’s moans of mixed agony and pleasure were music to Shauna’s ears. Rubbing her stockinged foot in his face, shoving it in his mouth, she knew he was in ecstasy. LIkewise the act of stroking his pulsating erection with her other stocking was giving him pleasure at both ends. But, what gave her pleasure, was not only having her stockinged foot worshipped by slut, but the control she exerted over him. Everything she was doing to him was driving him relentlessly toward orgasm, but he was denying himself that pleasure, that sublime release, simply because she forbade it. It was only a matter of time before the begging began.
“Please, Goddess…….may I come now?” And there it was, almost on cue.
“No, slut……keep sucking my foot. I’m having fun with your cock in my stocking. I’ll let you know when you can come.”
Shauna laid on her side next to slut, so she could now use both feet, one stockinged and one bare, on his face. She rubbed them mercilessly all over his reddening face, while she was equally merciless on his penis. Now she added verbal fuel to the fire.
“How are my feet, slut? You enjoying them? They smell sweet enough for you?”
“Oh, Goddess, your feet are so divine…..please let me stay your stocking slut forever?”
“Oh, that you are and that you’ll always be…as long as you continue to please and obey me.”
“Thank you so much, Goddess…..may I please come now?”
“No, slut. I’m having way too much fun here. I told you, I’ll let you know when you can come.”
“PLEASE, Goddess! I’ll do anything for you….please let me come.”
Slut’s pleading made the itching and burning at Shauna’s crotch more intense, and she could hold back no longer. She needed his tongue immediately.
“Slut, I’m going to sit on your face now. I want you to lick me better than you’ve ever licked me before. If you give me the best orgasm I’ve ever had, I’ll let you come. But don’t you dare come before I do. I don’t want you to lose interest in giving me my best orgasm ever. Do you understand me, slut? Don’t you dare come until after I do. When I come, I’ll give you permission to do the same. Wait for me to give you permission. Understood, slut?”
“Yes, Goddess. I promise I’ll lick you really well. Please sit on my face, Goddess. PLEASE!!”
With no further words, Shauna swung her leg over slut and sat on his head, facing his legs. His mouth began immediately to lick and suck between her thighs. She continued to stroke his penis throughout. She took the stocking off his penis and put her hand inside it in its place. She then used her nylon-covered hand to stroke and squeeze his testicles. With her other hand she stroked his shaft. To add the final torturous touch, she licked all around his throbbing head. He moaned, and tiny droplets of pre-come glistened on the tip. She delighted in the agony he must be going through wanting to come so badly and yet waiting for her okay to do so. With him in her total power, she could enjoy playing with his member for as long as she wanted to without fear of his orgasm ruining things. His cock was her toy. She loved playing with it….and she further enjoyed being orally serviced while she did.
Slut’s moans now filtered through her dripping sex, which she had pressed firmly and roughly into his face. He was trying to lick her furiously, hitting all her favorite spots, hoping she’d come quickly and then so could he. But, this too, she took control of. She mashed her pussy into his face so hard that he couldn’t lick it well at all. In her excitement she had given up on the finer techniques of oral pleasure and simply used slut’s face as a sex toy, trying to quell the burning between her swollen lips.
To his credit, slut tried valiantly to lick her, but her grinding on his face mostly hindered that. Shauna slid herself back so that slut’s nose slipped easily into her slickened slit. She rode his nose as if it were a tiny penis, bouncing on it with gusto and grinding herself into it. Slut could hardly breathe, but his only concern now was Shauna’s orgasm. With his nose embedded in her pussy, he tried valiantly to flick his tongue at her burning clit, but her uncontrolled humping of his face, and his own need to breathe, made this very, very difficult.
His mouth blindly searched for a way to bring Shauna to climax…and as luck would have it, he found it. Shauna’s humping of his nose finally brought her clit within striking distance of his mouth. His tongue found it purely by luck. Once he realized he’d captured the prize, he flicked his tongue rapidly at it, and Shauna’s grinding on his face intensified. She ground herself into his face as if doing so was the only way she could scratch a deep, nagging itch. Slut took quick breaths of air whenever he could, but never stopped his lips and tongue on her clit, praying she’d come soon.
Shauna was now sucking on her personal cock-toy, driving slut crazy. She knew that the more he craved orgasm, the harder he’d work to give her one. She stroked and sucked and licked his penis, her stockinged hand squeezing and lightly caressing his testicles. He was squirming in exquisite agony as she drove him to the brink. First her tongue, and then her stockinged fingers, teased the very tip of his throbbing helmet, her other hand squeezing testicles and shaft without mercy. She wanted him more eager to please her than to do any other thing in life.
Slut cleverly remembered Shauna’s love of all things anal, and his hands desperately sought her forbidden orifice. As she wriggled on his face, sliding back now to press her sensitive clit into his mouth, she started a rhythmic up and down movement of her hips, which got more and more rapid as things progressed.
Slut’s fingers managed to spread Shauna’s regal cheeks, and the first finger of each hand dove blindly between them. They found her pouting sphincter and played with it. Shauna’s grinding humping of slut’s face intensified yet again…..and now she was moaning. When slut’s first finger entered her, she all but lost interest in her oral manipulation of his penis. But she still stroked it and tortured his testicles.
Her head was flung back and her mouth opened wide in a long, continuous moan. Her crotch was attacking slut’s face furiously, but he continued to suck at her clit as best he could. She sat on his face with her full weight now, the pounding of her sex nearly shoving her clit down his throat.
When slut’s second finger found its way into her orifice, Shauna no longer ground into his face, but began to bounce on it. It was all slut could do to continue to suck at her bulb and finger her anus. His face being so mashed by Shauna’s crotch, he couldn’t actually see where his fingers were, but he knew enough to keep them where they needed to be. What he was doing was working just fine, and he would’ve rode naked into Hell to give Shauna an orgasm right now.
He entered her deeply with both probing fingers, and the result was instantaneous. She was now pounding his face like a living jackhammer, moving her groin in every possible direction, forward and back, up and down, grinding in powerful circular motions. She was doing no less than assaulting his face with her dripping sex. And whenever he could catch it, slut still licked and sucked at her clit, even letting his teeth bite at it if he got the opportunity. All through this, his fingers never stopped their internal exploration of her “rosebud”.
Shauna squeezed slut’s cock hard when she came. Luckily, the hand clutching his testicles had joined her other hand on his tortured shaft or some damage might have been done. She rode his face with her head flung back, her neck stretched to its limits, still gripping his manhood in both hands. She pounded his face beneath her as she came. During her orgasm, slut breathed very little, but rejoiced in the fact that Shauna was finally climaxing, and that he might soon be allowed to do the same.
Shauna bucked and screamed, creaming all around slut’s nose and mouth, and his still desperately moving tongue. Her back arched and she rode on waves of pure sexual ecstasy. Her hands released their choking hold on his erection and found her breasts, and she found herself squeezing and pinching her own nipples as she came. One movement of her hips was so fast and unexpected that it nearly broke slut’s still burrowing fingers before they could escape from within her sphincter.
Shauna rode those waves of pleasure until she was completely satisfied and totally exhausted. Her drenched pussy slowly stopped its mauling of slut’s face as her orgasm ebbed. She slumped down on top of him, still fondling her own breasts, but more gently and with less urgency, and still with her crotch and bottom on his face. She lay there several minutes until her breathing returned to normal. Then she sat up and sighed, feeling sated and happy. She sighed and smiled ecstatically up at the sky, stretching her arms upward and shouting out her bliss to any and all who would listen.
Eventually, she remembered slut, and looked down at him. She smiled, because she had slid forward on his face just enough that his nose and eyes peeked up at her from between her sweat-dripping cheeks. Her juices were dribbling from her crotch down onto his chin - which she couldn’t see, but felt quite distinctly - and what she could see of his face was shiny and wet with the fruits of her orgasm. Even his hair was matted to his head. She adored the entire picture.
Seeing slut’s eyes between her buttocks gave her one last cruel idea.
“Would you like your orgasm now, my little stocking slut?” She lifted herself off his face barely an inch, to allow him to reply.
“Yes, please, Goddess,” he pleaded again, his face a mask of total agony.
“Then there’s one last thing you have to do for me.”
He groaned. She laughed.
“This will be it, slut. After you do this, you can have your pleasure.”
“Then, please let me do it for you now, Goddess.”
“Mmmm….I like it when you’re eager to please me. That’s why I deny you your pleasure, slut…to keep you just that eager to please me. Now, here’s what I want you to do. I’m going to lay on top of you and continue to play with your cock. I want you to kiss and lick between my cheeks like you’ve been trained to do. I want to really feel you working hard at it. When I decide you’ve worshipped my bottom long enough, I’ll give you permission to come. How’s that, slut? You want your orgasm or not?”
“Oh, yes, please, Goddess. I’ll do anything….please…”
Smiling, Shauna laid down on him, with her behind at just the right position for its servicing. Her intention was to get slut to associate his upcoming orgasm with his oral servicing of her bottom. She wanted him to equate his excitement and climax with licking her bottom. She was training him like Pavlov’s dog so that he would be eager to orally service even her behind. She didn’t want him merely cooperative, she wanted him to always be eager to please her in any and every way. So she decided that the one thing he hesitated to do for her would be the one thing that would allow his orgasm.
“You may begin, slut. Remember….work hard….show me your true worship of me, and your total desire to please me.”
“Yes, Goddess,” he said hurriedly, anxious to please her enough to collect his reward.
Shauna’s theory worked better than she dreamed. Not only did slut not hesitate a single second, but he pushed his lips and tongue into her crevice eagerly, energetically, and with single-minded desire to impress and please her.
Shauna stroked him again, teased his swollen testicles, licked his frustrated head. Again the tiny drops of pre-cum glistened and escaped from within his tiny slit.
“Lick harder, slut,” she ordered, her face flush with the excitement of her success. He licked harder.
“Suck it, slut!” He sucked.
“Lick faster if you want your orgasm,” she added cruelly. His head bobbed furiously with his effort. She was pleased….very pleased.
“Now, slut, spread me wide and kiss my opening…and tell it how much you worship it.”
Without hesitation, he did as she instructed. He was practically shouting at her bottom when he told it he worshipped it. Then he planted a long, hot kiss right on her rosette. Shauna was beside herself.
“Very good, slut. You may come now,” she almost laughed maniacally with the power she felt at that moment. To make a man come on command…such control…such total power over that which he holds most dear. She was giddy as she leaned back to wait for the inevitable.
No sooner had the words left Shauna’s mouth than slut’s penis jerked in her hands. Stream after stream of pent-up desire exploded from his tortured cock. Shauna could almost see the testicles expand and contract, delivering their load to his firing cannon. His orgasm lasted longer than any she could remember.
He groaned and moaned and came near to screaming, his hands leaving Shauna’s bottom to cover his eyes as he spasmed on his back on the floor. He was still weakly spurting and dribbling several minutes later, much to Shauna’s - and his - surprise. The release was tremendous…..and he thought he’d pass out from it.
When he was finished, and lay there spent, Shauna sat next to him and rubbed his stomach and belly, then his limp member, just to tease. She smiled down at her stocking slut, and then began to reminisce about the origin of that name…..how he became her stocking slut. She laughed to herself as she recalled how making him her stocking slut took a bit of work. She had had to bring it out of him. Oh, he had admitted
to his love of nylons early on, but she had taken that desire and made it suit her need to control him….made it suit all her needs. She played with his still trembling body for several minutes, allowing him to return to normal.
When she felt he’d recovered enough, she ordered slut to get off the floor and lay by the sofa. She told him he could use the pillow if he wanted to. He got up, shakily, and complied. He walked slowly to the sofa, naked and tired. He laid the pillow on the floor at one end of the sofa and laid down with his head on it, facing the ceiling. Shauna walked over to the sofa after him. She sat on the sofa with a thud, tired herself. She put her feet on slut’s chest at first, until she had situated herself. She leaned down and smiled at him.
“You always have been the most comfy footstool, my little stocking slut. I’m going to sit here and relax for a while. You just lay there and keep me comfortable.” As an afterthought, she added, “I trust you enjoyed the gift I gave you…..your orgasm?”
“Yes, Goddess, very much,” and then wisely he added, “Thank you.”
With that, Shauna leaned back into the comfy cushions once again. She wanted to be
completely comfortable when she reminisced about turning a mere foot slave into a total stocking slut. She sunk into the cushions and relaxed. Then, with a cruel smile on her face, she repositioned her feet. She moved them up slut’s chest, over his neck and from there to his face. She left them there. While his chest was a more comfortable place to rest her feet, using his face as a footstool made much more of a statement.
And that was what she was all about. In her mind, her feet deserved their comfort, but she as a true Goddess deserved nothing but the best. And what better way to put slut perpetually beneath her - symbolically as well
as physically - than by having his upturned face beneath the soles of her feet? What an unmistakable statement she was making to him!
She rubbed her feet around on his face until she’d found the most comfortable positions for them. Then she said to him, “While I relax, slut, I want you to rub the tops of my feet with your hands. Be nice and gentle. While your face keeps my soles comfortable, I want your hands to pamper my insteps. I’ll let you know when you can stop.”
“Yes, Goddess,” came his slightly muffled response from below, his warm breath tickling the soles of her feet.
When slut started rubbing, she closed her eyes. The warmth beneath her feet, and the gentle strokes on top of them made her smile. Yes, perfect conditions for her memories of training her stocking slut…
With the soles of her feet on either side of slut’s face, and his hands busy rubbing her insteps and the tops of her toes, Shauna drifted back many months. She had made him her foot slave immediately on that first night that they’d met, but molding him into her stocking slut…..well, she considered that her finest hour. It went beyond simple foot fetish and worship. His love for the female foot made it easy to break him and recreate him into her foot slave. But his love had always been for a woman’s feet when they were clean and fresh, pristine and beautiful. Shauna felt that was selfish of him, and thought he should adore her feet no matter what condition they might be in. That was the first hurdle they’d have to overcome….as far as his worship of her feet, of course.
Secondly, Shauna expected his worship of her feet to extend beyond the times that they were together. It was all well and good he immediately took his position at her feet whenever he was in her presence, and that’s as it should be. However, she wanted him to be her slave every waking moment of his day…not just when he was physically at her feet. She wanted him to desire to be at her feet when he wasn’t with her, and she wanted some way to constantly remind him of her hold over him whether he was in her presence or not.
Sam, as he was called in his previous life, had always liked when women wore sexy stockings. Sheer stockings in erotic, open-toed footwear turned him on. But his fantasies had been for those sexy stockings and shoes to be removed by him and then the lovely, sweet feet adored. Again, Shauna expected more than that from him….much more.
Shauna always loved wearing sexy hose and heels, and wanted her personal foot slave to worship her shoes and hosiery as much as he did her feet. She loved wearing them, so he should love worshipping them. They touched her regal feet, and so they too deserved his unconditional adoration.
Getting her slave to worship her shoes was relatively easy, happening even on that first night, though only to a small extent. Shauna felt he needed to worship her shoes much more. Likewise her stockings.
Since she wasn’t wearing stockings that first night, his training in this area had to wait. Besides, she had so many other things for him to do for her that first night that she was content to save her stocking training for later. But one night, five days after her first meeting with Sam, the stocking training began…..

Sam had taken Shauna out to dinner that night, massaging her feet throughout the meal. She smiled to herself when she remembered making Sam kiss her shoes before he took them off of her, then also kiss her stockinged toes - all ten of them - right there at the restaurant table. After dinner, he had to again kiss her toes and shoes before putting her shoes back on her feet and leaving the restaurant.
After the dinner, Sam had to go shoe shopping with her, helping her try on all types of sexy shoes. She made him kneel before her and take off her old shoes, put the new shoes on her feet, and then tell her how sexy her feet looked in each pair. Along the way, Sam had gotten several erections, making his kneeling and then
getting up for the next pair of shoes and then kneeling again quite difficult for him…and amusing for Shauna. That night, Sam had bought three pairs of shoes for her, shoes Shauna planned to have him worshipping in due time.
Next, Shauna insisted on going to an out of the way nightclub where they could dance the night away…as part of her plan, of course. As with the first night they’d met, Shauna found the least crowded section of the club to continue her molding of her stocking slut. She had Sam dance with her on and off for a good portion of the night, both slow dance and fast. She loved dancing and Sam was pretty good at it……and, it fit well into her plan. After about fifteen minutes of nonstop dancing, she told Sam she wanted to sit and relax again.

Brenda lay on her belly on the floor, her skin flushed and gleaming with sweat, and a peaceful look of contentment on her face. Brenda is my wife, and had just finished getting thoroughly fucked by Troy, a guy who we’d met earlier that day. I had watched it all and jacked off as I did. Now Brenda began to stir, getting slowly to her hands and knees, her reddish- blond hair hanging down. She worked her way to the couch and sat down, then quickly laid down with a strange look on her face. She spread her legs and began to manipulate her slime covered pussy with her fingers. Slowly, the small cucumber appeared and slid out. Troy had inserted it earlier, and I, for one, had forgotten all about it. As it slid out and rubbed her clit, Brenda’s nipples hardened and she let out a moan.
Soon Troy returned from the kitchen. He sauntered to the couch and began rubbing his long, skinny, limp cock on my wife’s face, a grin on his face. “I just called a friend of mine who lives next door. He’s coming over if it’s all right with you two,” Troy said. Brenda nodded her head “That sounds exciting” she said. Troy looked over at me. I felt stirrings in my cock as I thought of another guy fucking my wife. I simply nodded my head and began stroking my cock again.
In a few minutes there was a knock at the door. Troy yelled to come in, and a short guy walked in. He was about 5′6″, also skinny, with short black hair. He was introduced as Brent. He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and when he saw my wife lying on the couch naked with Troy’s cock being rubbed all over it, he quickly took his shorts off. His cock was already standing straight out in front of him. It was average, between 5 and 6 inches long and average width. He had thick black hair around the base.
Brent walked to the couch. Troy stepped down so he was by her legs, giving Brent room to get by Brenda’s head. As Brent moved his cock closer to my wife’s face, she suddenly turned her head toward him and quickly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Brent and Troy looked at each other and snickered. “You weren’t joking. She’s an eager bitch” Brent said to Troy. He then began to reach down and rub and pinch her nipples, while thrusting his hips slightly, his cock sliding in and out of Brenda’s mouth. Each time he pinched her nipples, Brenda would suck harder on his cock. He began to twist her nipples roughly. Each time, Brenda’s body would shudder and she’d half moan, half squeal.
After twisting her nipples for a few minutes, Brent made a quiet evil laugh, “This slut likes to be used.” He then grabbed one of her nipples and pulled it, stretching her breast out. When it had stretched grotesquely far, he quickly smacked it with his other hand. With the smack on her breast, Brenda convulsed into another orgasm. Just as she began moaning and writhing, Brent began to shoot his load of cum into her mouth. Brenda wasn’t prepared for it, and gagged on the first spurt, but regained enough composure to not let any of the cum escape her mouth, and swallowed it down. Brent pulled his still hard cock out of her mouth and stepped back,