Sex Show Stories

Stephen checked his watch. Fifteen minutes to the end of the working day. He began his usual ‘home time’ ritual by closing down his computer and then moved to put away the long lists of cash flow forecasts and bank statements. The business was doing well, but it could be doing better. One more big client and things would definitely be looking good. That wasn’t his department though. His organised mind ran, quite simply, to organising. He did not have the flair and gut instinct required to create and sell their services. Those skills and responsibilities belonged to Penelope.

A tentative knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Speak of the devil and there she was. All designer clothed and power dressed. Penelope had the classic look of those top-drawer ‘girls in pearls’ but she was driven by more than a desire to go grouse shooting on Daddy’s estate. There was something different about her, something that got the clients going, something that, because he didn’t possess it himself, Stephen could never quite give a name. Whatever it was, young Penelope had it; and that, most of the time, was the secret of their success.

“Stephen,” She said, her voice unusually gentle. “The Johnstone file. Could you review it for me?”

He looked up, directly into her blue eyes, noting the slight flush to her cheeks. She was a capable woman. It was not often that she asked for his help. He checked his watch once more. The gym could wait. “Leave it here.” He replied. “Come back at six and we’ll go over it.” Then he watched her as she placed the file on his desk, her eyes unable to meet his.

Half an hour later he knew all he needed to know about the Johnstone case. This was a company that was clearly in the market for their services; that would just as clearly have benefited from them, Yet Penelope had somehow overdone the selling. Johnstone’s initial enthusiasm had turned to indifference; whatever technique she had used had been the wrong one. It happened sometimes; those who are blessed with flair and creativity can occasionally overdo it, turning a money making chance into no chance at all.

At six precisely Penelope knocked on the door once more. Stephen motioned her in and took one last look at the file before closing it with a snap. There was no other chair in his room so she could only stand in front of his desk with her hands clasping somewhat nervously in front of her. Taking his time Stephen looked her up and down, taking in the soft curves of her body encased in the armour of her city suit. Normally he would have been more subtle in his appreciation of her, but they both knew that with this case Penelope had made a mistake. Consequently he felt free to take a few liberties.

“You flirted with him didn’t you.” He said. It was not a question. Flirting was Penelope’s favoured selling technique. She nodded.

“Say it.” Said Stephen.

Penelope looked at the floor. “I flirted with him. The man from Johnstone’s,” she looked up at him, defiant, “but, he liked it, and it was only flirting!”

“I’m guessing,” Stephen interrupted, “but I bet he liked it when he was on his own. It was only when you flirted in front of his secretary that he changed his mind.”

Penelope looked down again and then up at him once more. She was always surprised when he saw through her wily ways. She operated on a quick, instinctive level. His strengths were more thoughtful.

“How did you know?” She asked.

“You should have checked their headed paper and the company search I had done more carefully. His secretary is actually his common law wife; and she owns just as much of that company as he does.”

“Oh.” Said Penelope.

“Yes.” He replied. “Oh.” Stephen was enjoying the power he had over her. He knew she was used to getting her own way. Next he let the silence work on her; allowing the foolishness of her error to hit home. She was only ever this vulnerable when she was in the wrong.

“I’m sorry,” She said. “It won’t happen again.”

“I’m going to make sure of that. You of all people should know how important it is to pick up a client like the Johnstone Company.” Penelope had her eyes firmly fixed on the floor. Stephen looked her up and down once more. He sighed, “I’m going to have to spank you, Penelope.”

“That’s outrageous!” She cried; then she noticed the serious set to his jaw. Penelope quickly thought it might be better to plead. “No, please, not that.”

Stephen was firm, as he knew he had to be. “Penelope. You know why you are here. You know you deserve it. If you argue it’ll just be a harder, and longer, ordeal.”

She paused, caught between her instinct to rebel and her knowledge that she was in the wrong. Stephen believed that it was at moments like these that she was at her most beautiful. “Look.” She said, “I made a stupid mistake. I’ll do anything to make amends; but, please, don’t spank me.”

“You decide, Penelope.” He replied. “I can go to the board with this or I can tan your backside.” He paused, then added, “Anyway, you say you’ll do anything to make amends. So you’ll certainly be able to put up with the minor inconvenience of having to stand for the rest of the afternoon.”

It only took her a few moments to make her choice. Penelope nodded, then her hands fell to her sides as she waited for his next instruction.

“Say it.”

Stephen’s words brought an increased blush to her face. Eventually, Penelope forced the words out, saying, in a small voice, “Please Stephen, I deserve to be spanked.”

Stephen spoke slowly and clearly, knowing that each word would work it’s different magic on them both. “Undo your hair” He said. “Lift your skirt up to your waist. Take your knickers down to your knees. Bend over my desk.” He paused. Penelope’s blue eyes were burning into him. “Do it in that order, and do it now.”

He loved to watch her; and she had discovered that she loved being watched. Somehow his firm tone and watchful eyes pushed the right buttons. She wanted to provoke him. In moments she was tossing her long hair loose from it’s coiffure. Then, with legs slightly apart, her delicate fingers took the hem of her knee length, pleated skirt and raised it up, above her stocking tops and past her flimsy, high cut knickers. With one hand she held it at waist height.

Stephen ran his tongue over dry lips, tasting his own anticipation. He could sense that it was matched by the young woman in front of him. As his eyes roamed over what she had freshly revealed he felt the familiar stiffening of his flesh. He was charmed by her charms, bewitched by her chemistry. She usually dictated the way things should go, so, it was hard to set the pace himself.

“Don’t think that such a blatant display will make it any easier for you.” He said. “Take that excuse for a pair of knickers down. Now.” He sounded firm, harsh even; but they both heard the catch in his voice. She was getting to him. He resolved to take it out on her pert buttocks.

There were two sides to it for Penelope. On one hand there was the rush of blood to her loins that she was experiencing as she posed provocatively for him. On the other there was a certain sense of shame at what she was doing; a rush of blood to her head if you like. The two feelings combined to create a strong emotional brew; it was always surprising, but she liked it.

It rose to a crescendo when she was removing her knickers. When her carefully trimmed curls came into view, as his cool eyes feasted on the sight of her swelling mound she became acutely aware of her own power.

She leant forward onto his desk, her eyes on his, then flicking to his lips, and then quickly to the squirming bulge in his trousers.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes.” She replied, thinking, in more ways than one.

She was surprised though, when he kissed her. He had never kissed her before. His tongue was warm and wet; pleasantly roaming inside her mouth; her own tongue pressed against his, tasting what was to come.

Then he thrust his hands down the loose neck of her top, his fingers somehow finding the stiff buds of her nipples straight away. He squeezed gently, allowing them to stiffen further, and then squeezed again. Penelope’s pussy throbbed in response and she groaned into his mouth. Abruptly Stephen stood up, bringing his own stiffness to within inches of her open mouth. She watched as he began to unbelt his trousers, surprised at how much she wanted to mouth his fleshy pole. So near, she thought.

So near and then so far, because Stephen moved away, around the desk. The next thing she felt was his cool hands on the curved flesh of her bum cheeks. Cold fear replaced hot anticipation in her heart. He was going to spank her. Oh God, he was going to spank her with his belt.

Stephen swished the leather belt through the air, once, and then twice. The third time he cracked it down hard onto the cheeks of Penelope’s arse. Then because he liked the way she yelped, he did it again.

Two red stripes criss crossed her otherwise alabaster cheeks. She had cried out both times but she’d also held her position. He was pleased. Stephen caressed her soft flesh feeling the cool and the warmth of each stripe. His fingers strayed further and he heard Penelope sigh as they found her wet pussy. He lingered there, touching her, teasing her. She rocked back against his hand, hungry.

Two more swift cracks of the belt assailed her sweet posterior. Penelope’s hands gripped the desk top. White knuckled she licked her lips. She didn’t know how many she would have to face. She hoped he would stop when she was ready. Already the heat from her abused backside was throbbing, and the different heat of her wet cunt was mingling with it; changing the pain and being changed by the pain. She heard the belt fall to the floor, felt one, and then two of his fingers slip inside her. There’s nothing like the sensation of being filled, she thought. Slowly In and slowly out; in and out; his rhythm equal to the hot throbbing.

Then he used his hand in a different way, spanking lightly on to her flesh. Her skin began to get that crimson glow. Now, only one hand supported her body on the desk. The other had stolen between her legs and was gently circling the hard nub of her desire.

Stephen watched her fingertips rubbing around her clitoris and became acutely aware of his own desire. He channelled it though, spanking her harder, making her gasp with the delicious pain. He stood behind her, and before long was pressing himself against her while still spanking her reddened flesh.

In turn Penelope ground her hips back at him; slipping her fingers back, groping for, and finding, his hard cock. Stephen stepped away from her questing fingers. Slowly he unzipped himself, enjoying the sudden freedom. He placed the head of his thickness at her entrance, rubbing her with it, making it wet, teasing them both. Penelope gasped, “Fuck me, please, fuck me.”

He slid his length gently into her, relishing the joy of pushing himself inside her velvety wetness. Then he tried to recapture the feeling and thrust again, and again. His hands rested on her hot flesh. Once more, to the rhythm of his own cock thrusts, he began to spank her.

Punishment and penetration, pleasure and pain; waves of both washed over the unfortunate Penelope. Mind you she wasn’t complaining. Her fingers nestled between her thighs once more, circling and pressing wherever a little extra sensation was needed. She loved the feel of him inside her, thrusting, faster now, deeper. She loved the feel of his hands on her burning cheeks even more. That was what she needed. She’d known it the first time she’d seen his hands. They were delicate, fine boned and yet big enough. His touch was the gentlest and firmest that she’d known.

“Yes.” She said, and ground her hips back at him, wanting him further inside.

“Yes.” He replied, reaching forward to grab her hair, so that he could pull himself in deeper. He looked down once more, saw his bigness entering her, felt himself inside her, knew that he couldn’t hold it.

Hot sperm jetted into her wetness. His coming pulsed inside her, pushing her own body into a screamed orgasm.

“Fuck me!” She said. “Fuck the naughty girl!”

It was too much. Papers flew and a telephone hit the floor. Stephen and Penelope collapsed onto the desk, laughing, gasping, released at last. For a moment they held each other, then, slowly, reluctantly, he had to let her go.

It hadn’t been easy working for a woman; not at first. Not if you were like Stephen. Then, after a while, he’d seen just how good she was. Let’s face it he decided, she’s paying my wages. Which means I’d better give her all the help I can. Penelope didn’t make many mistakes; maybe two or three in a year. The first time that she’d asked him to correct her behaviour he hadn’t been too sure about it. She’d really had to plead with him. Of course, these days it was a labour of love.

“Freeze, asshole!”

The muscular buttocks did not even pause in their rhythmic tightening and loosening as the strongly built young man continued fucking the helpless young woman he had bent over the back of the couch. He was semi crouched over her long white back and had one hand under her pelvis, his forearm muscles bunching as he abused her clitoris while his other hand alternately milked each of her elongated teats.

Languidly, he looked around and observed the woman in the shapeless overcoat standing legs akimbo pointing a nine millimeter pistol at him in one hand and a badge in another. “You’re kidding, right? Elise has had two orgasms already and she’s ready for the big one, aren’t you, girl?”

“Oooohh, baby, you’re killing me, baby, fuck me harder. That’s right, pinch my tits harder, baby, I’m ccccuuummmming, baby, baby! Aarrghh!”

The young man smiled at the lady holding the gun and plunged himself hard against the milky white buttocks. “Filling you, babe, take it all!” He threw his long maned head up in the age old male attitude of insemination as he pumped his seed into what was obviously a very receptive vessel. “Love that, babe! Milk me, honey, get it all!”

“So hot, Drago, hot, baby. Strum my clit, baby, ooh yeah.”

Breathing hard, he glanced over at the lady holding the pistol. She had dropped both hands by her sides and had stood up straight from the semi-crouching shooting position she had adopted earlier, a look of consternation on what he could see of her face. Dark, Italianate hair with a white streak covered most of the left side of her face. All he could see was her dark right eye. She wore a heavy coat, dark slacks and sensible shoes. For all he knew she could have had the body of an elf or an elephant.

Elise had collapsed over the back of the couch and sighed brokenly as he pulled his gleaming organ from the tight grasp of her steaming cunt. As the helmet came loose there was an audible sucking noise like a cow pulling a hoof from the mud as if the receptacle that it came from wanted to keep it. His heavy, slime encrusted cock flopped down against his thigh as he straightened up and regarded the woman still standing motionless by the door. Except for her right eye, that is; that widened as she took in the semi flaccid organ that had started shedding viscous tears down his hairy thigh. The eye shifted up to the young man’s face. It was not a happy face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, ya crazy old tart. A man and a girl having a glorious fuck and next thing ya know, pow, gun in the arse,” he growled.

“Er, this is apartment 1212, right?” she muttered, glaring at the big bastard in front of her. He was tall, well over six feet, dark Baltic looks, with a shaggy mane of thick black hair and a pronounced five o’clock shadow. His chest was matted with hair that tapered down to his groin. His torso arms and legs were all well muscled. She could not keep her eye off his limp love muscle. It wasn’t huge but it was sizeable, thick with a prominent glans. He stood with his legs apart with a belligerent glare at his intruder.

“Nope, it’s actually 1112. What’s this all about, darling?”

“We’ve had a report of shots fired in 1212. Did you hear anything, er, while you were, er, um.”

“As a matter of fact I did hear some muffled bangs but thought it was doors slamming. I was a bit busy at the time as the first bang coincided with young Elise sucking me off. So, you could say I was a bit distracted. Who are you, anyway, darling?”

The woman pushed her coat back and stowed the pistol in a shoulder holster. “Lieutenant Moroni, DGPD, and you? And don’t call me darling!” she hissed.

“Drago Milanovic, at your service, darling,” he said with a cheeky grin. “Third generation naturalized gypsy and local stud. Shouldn’t you piss off upstairs and find out if something happened in 1212?”

Lieutenant Moroni turned on her heel and stormed out of the room and headed to the lift, leaving the door wide open. Drago stared after her for a moment, glanced at Elise still sprawled over the back of the couch, legs apart with her red puffy love lips spread and their combined juices dripping out of the still gaping maw of her winking cunt. Ordinarily, he’d have stroked his dick to hardness and given her another one but he was intrigued by Lieutenant Moroni and what was happening in 1212. After all, that apartment belonged to Jane Feather who’d received a dose of Drago dick mid afternoon. Hopping into some chinos, Drago felt some alarm that something had happened to the average looking Jane. He sped to the stairwell and went up the steps two at a time and stepped into the twelfth floor passage in time to see the lieutenant cautiously push the door to 1212 open, her gun held high in both hands. She then flung the door back hard and stepped inside. Drago was right behind her and she heard him. She flung around and he was suddenly staring down the barrel of her gun. “Asshole,” she growled and turned back to the apartment.

Several steps in, he heard her mutter “shit”. On the floor was a nude Jane Feather and she was seriously dead. She had a third eye above her prominent nose, a second nipple next to her left teat and two holes just above the vee of her pubic hair. Blood puddled around her. The lieutenant moved cautiously around the apartment and checked to see if the gunnie was still about. Drago stared down at the white plump body that he knew so well.

“You knew her, Drago?”

He looked up from the body and regarded the one dark eye that he could see. “Jane was one of my regulars. We fucked just this afternoon. This is awful. Who coulda done it? I know that as a lawyer she would have made a few enemies but this is a bit extreme.”

Lieutenant Moroni regarded him. “Prove to me you didn’t do it, asshole.”

Drago spread his hands. “Hey, how could I? I was balls deep in Elise at the time. Besides I loved the woman. She was serious but she was also an enthusiastic fuck and dead grateful every time I threw her a length. I’ll certainly miss her and I’m sure her room mate will too.”

“Room mate?”

“Yeah, Lisa Blondin. She works at the Irish Rover, the bar down the street. They’ve been room mates since college.”

“And have you been intimate with Ms. Blondin as well.”

“Not likely, she bats for the other side. If she saw a real dick, she’d faint. Maybe she knows who did it.”

Lieutenant Moroni continued to stare at him with her one exposed eye. “Maybe she did it.”

“Nah, she wasn’t jealous cos she often joined us in a three some. Just as long as I kept the old pork poker holstered whenever she did. I often saw her back as she sat on Jane’s face while I gave it to her big time. She was just happy that Jane was getting off with something other than plastic and she’d scream blue murder if I so much as drooled on her. Strange, that cos she was the only woman that ever knocked me back.”

“I’m going to call this in. You go back to Elise and don’t leave town. I’ll want more information from you.”

The next day, Dee Dee Moroni paused at the door of 1112. It was slightly ajar and she could hear the moans of a woman in distress. “Damn,” she thought, “that blasted gypsy’s fucking that girl again!” She nudged the door open, and in case she was wrong, she felt for her holstered weapon. Her mouth fell open as she surveyed the obviously sexual scene in front of her. Drago was sitting in a straight backed chair being straddled by a small woman whose back was to the door. Both were naked. The woman’s well padded hips were undulating up and down on Drago’s stiff prick. By the way his elbows were situated, he had his hands full of tits and judging by the slurping noises he was making he was clearly sucking her nipples. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning out loud. She had no waist to speak of and cellulite rippled across her broad arse as she worked it up and down his rigid cock. Her hair was cut short and coloured the kind of black that came out of a bottle.

“You’re one marvelous fuck, Drago,” she moaned. “Nearly there, nearly.nearly.” Suddenly she threw her head back and screamed. “Fill me, Drago, fill me with your spunk, I cumming .cummmming! Pinch my tits hard, baby, hard, aaarrrgh.” She had buried herself to the root and Lieutenant Moroni could see his balls tightening and loosening as he pumped his juice into his partner’s obviously receptive pussy. The woman’s head slumped on his shoulder and her well fleshed body shuddered and heaved as her mini climaxes continued to slowly abate.

Dee Dee Moroni could now see Drago’s face over the woman’s shoulder. He saw her standing just outside the door and the moron actually winked at her.

“Er, Mrs. Williams, dear, we have a visitor. I did tell you to shut the door, didn’t I?” His big hands held her fleshy waist as she started up. “No, it isn’t your husband. It’s a cop investigating poor Jane’s murder. Stay right there until she shuts the door and then you can get dressed.” Dee Dee shut the door and heard the urgent scrabbling of somebody getting dressed in a hurry. Shortly thereafter, the door was wrenched open and a short, tubby woman in her sixties scurried past her and ran to the lifts.

Lieutenant Moroni pushed the door opened and entered the apartment. Drago still sat in the chair, his semi flaccid cock draped along one thigh still dribbling the remains of his emission. He grinned cheekily at her. “Damn me, woman, you sure have a way of ending a party. Perhaps if you knocked?”

“Get some clothes on would you? I have some questions I want to ask.” She watched as he hauled up a pair of shorts that were around his ankles and glared as he made an obvious show of arranging his manhood comfortably within their limited confines. “Who was that woman, anyway,” she growled”

“Um, Mrs. Williams, wife of the building’s owner. She comes around to collect the rent every week at this time. It’s a great arrangement. I pay no money but she collects all the same.”

“She looked somewhat older than your usual type.”

“Yeah she’s 68 and quite a juicy fuck. Big lollopy tits and very eager with it.” His brow creased. “Whaddaya mean, usual type?”

“I thought you only went with young girls.”

“Nope, not me. I like ‘em all young nubile chicks like Elise, plain chicks like Jane and older, experienced women like Mrs. Williams. All shapes, all sizes. If they can get my prick up, and that’s never been a problem, I’ll root ‘em til they scream for mercy. Can’t stand bossy bitches though. My motto? Variety is the spice of life. No chance of my dick getting bored.” He stood up and towered over her. “Anyway, what brings you here?”

Even though it was clearly quite a warm day, Lieutenant Moroni was dressed in the same bulky kit as the previous evening. She stood back and gazed up at him and tried to ignore both the sight of his rugged male torso and the sharp tang of recently ejected sperm. The one eye on show narrowed. “Step back, mister, you’re crowding me and I don’t like it.” He stepped back one pace, his hands held palm up. “I need you to tell me about Jane Feather, her friends, acquaintances, enemies. I spoke to that Blondin girl last night and she went into hysterics and is under sedation. Useless for days, according to the doctor. Let’s start with enemies did she have any?”

“Not that I know of cos she was a real sweetheart. However, she and that bitch in 1310 did have a row after Lisa moved in with her. Ya see, Lisa had been living with the bitch for a few months and she might have become a bit jealous.”

“Am I to gather that the woman in 1310 is yet another woman that you’ve failed to excite?”

“Yeah, I guess so. As I said, I don’t get it on with bossy bitches and she is one hell of a bitch. Successful advertising exec but as butch as they come. Jerry Butler’s her name, rich, successful, knockout body and a right bitch!”

“Perhaps she’s only a bitch because you couldn’t get into her pants?”

Drago turned and walked towards the kitchenette. Dee Dee tried hard not to look at his tight, rolling buns in the skimpy shorts. He looked back over his shoulder. “Nup, I can smell a bitch a mile off and never offered. Mind you, she did have a go but I pissed her off. She’ll be home in a coupla hours. Coffee?”

Dee Dee’s mouth was dry but she mumbled a yes and crossed to the dinette table and sat down heavily placing her shoulder purse on the seat beside her. Quickly and efficiently, Drago made the coffee and plonked a steaming cup down in front of her and then sat opposite. “So, Lieutenant, how long ya bin a cop?”

Her right eye was covered by her dark hair and the white stripe stood out like a beacon. She paused taking a sip and her left eye stared at him for a moment. She carefully placed the cup down and cocked her head to one side. The sweep of hair fell further over her face as she regarded him solemnly. He took a sip from his cup and scanned what she could see of her face. He noted the full lush lips, the clear olive complexion, the glittering dark eye and the strong nose.

Finally, she muttered something he couldn’t quite hear. “Eh?” “Twenty four years, if you must know.”

“Married?”

Her lips pursed into a thin line. “No.”

“Why not?”

She glared at him, then sighed. She reached up and swept her hair back from the right side of her face. “This is why, bastard.”

Implacably, he looked at the damaged right side of her face. “So what happened?”

“Bullet.” She took a sip immensely relieved for some reason that he hadn’t recoiled like so many others that had glimpsed her pain.

He could see that a scar started from the corner of her eye and angled up into her scalp and straight above was the white streak of hair. The eye was clearly false and even though they had done a good job of matching the colour of the other one, the very lifelessness was a dead give away. “Must have hurt?”

“Yeah, it hurt.” Her long buried femininity shuddered awake at the concern in his voice and the fact that he was obviously not repulsed by what he saw.

“How long ago.”

“Seventeen long years ago, one dark and stormy night.” She chuckled and he glimpsed her strong white teeth.

“What’s so funny?”

“Dark and stormy night, good grief I’m getting poetic in my old age.” Her lips pursed. “But I got the bastard who did it, got him good before I went out like a light.”

“Good for you. It’s not that bad, you know. You’d a been one hell of good lookin’ chick before that happened. Still look pretty good.” She shook her head and the hair fell back into place. “Seriously, I ain’t takin’ the piss.”

“Yeah, well coming from a cock on legs that would screw a fire place if it asked, that is no compliment, mister. I’ll just finish this coffee and go and have a word with 1310.”

Drago looked at the wall clock. “Another hour before she gets in. Speaking of cock, how long since you’ve had one?”

“I beg your pardon?” she gasped, outraged by the question and caught off guard by the suddenness of it.

“Come on, don’t be shy, Lieutenant, answer the question. How long since you’ve had some cocking? Probably 17 years is my guess.”

“And you’d be right, smartarse.and I’m in no hurry to have one.”

“I wasn’t offering, just wondering, is all. What’s your real name other than Lieutenant Moroni. I can’t keep calling you that.”

Dee Dee glared at him glad to be on non-sexual grounds, even if her panties were startlingly moist. “I’ve been called Dee Dee since I was a girl. Stands for Deanne, Donatella, old family names.”

“So, you’re one of those virgin catholic Italian types and a bullet gotcha before a bit of Italian salami.”

Her mouth opened and closed like a landed fish. “That . is . no .business of yours,” she ground out.

“Aw come on,” he grinned mischievously, “you can tell me cos we’re old friends now.”

Dee Dee took another sip and looked at him solemnly. “What I can tell you is that I’ve never had a conversation like this ever. And for your information, I was engaged and living with another cop for a couple of years before this happened.” She looked down into the black depths of the cup. “He pissed off to another state two months later.” She looked at Drago. “He claimed he had a promotion but I was still in hospital and I knew better. Satisfied?”

“So, no cock for 17 years, ya poor bitch!” Without waiting for a reply he turned and reached for the coffee pot and she was treated to the potent display of his back muscles, his fucking muscles. Nonchalantly, he took her cup from her hand and refilled it and then his. He looked at her, his dark smoldering eyes betraying his humour. “You can’t seriously tell me you don’t miss a bit of the old in and out, eh?” He grinned back at her glaring eye. “Whatcha got under all those bulky clothes, eh? Body like a bowling pin? Hair from toes to tits? What?”

Again she made like a landed fish. And then she laughed, loud and semi hysterically. “You are fucking incorrigible, Drago, you really are. I can see why few women resist you.”

“Yeah, well you’re resisting. Come on, how about a bit ’til the bitch upstairs comes home. Can’t think of a better way of passing the time - ’sides, I ain’t never screwed anybody with one eye before.” Keeping both speculative eyes on her somewhat bewildered eye, he reached across and gently removed the cup from her nerveless fingers. He rose and drew her up to her feet, wary of resistance. Keeping her eye locked with his, he gently pushed the heavy coat off her shoulders and peripherally noted that the heavy sweater heaved upward as he did so. Carefully, he reached for the holstered automatic and unclipped it from the belt and placed it on the table.

“Take the sweater off.” Mesmerised by the intent look in his dark eyes, she mechanically pulled the sleeves down her arms and with one last doubting look, swiftly pulled it up and over her head but not before she heard his gasp of amazement. Drago fingers twitched convulsively as her torso was revealed. Before him were a pair of the biggest, most amazing breasts he had ever seen. Big yes, but shapely and slightly drooping under their massive weight, they sported a pair of dark two inch diameter areolae and thick, thrusting roughened nipples. What made them even more amazing was that she had a tiny waist. Her pale olive skin only heightened the beauty of what he saw.

“Man o man,” he slobbered, “they are seriously the best pair of tits I’ve seen anywhere, anytime. Gimme, gimmee!” So saying he swooped on righty, holding its massive bulk up and latching onto the nipple like a starving baby. Feverishly, his other hand hefted and mauled the other, caressing and pinching the nipple feeling it expand as did the one in his hot sucking mouth.

Dee Dee flung the sweater away and grabbed his head moaning as the sharp tingling from her erecting nipples flashed to her rapidly moistening cunt. “Easy boy, easy. Suck any harder and you’ll get a mouth full of milk, I swear. I may be twenty years older than you but I’m still fertile.” She pulled his head up and kissed him hard, feeling him penetrate her lush lips with his tongue and sucking on it feverishly. She felt him fumble for the fastening of her slacks and brushed his questing fingers away and slipped the catch undone. Within seconds he had reached down and pushed them halfway down her thighs. Pushing himself back from her hungry kissing, he looked down and gasped again. Large womanly hips were framed by dark blue panties and there was a line of dark hair reaching from her belly button to disappear under the waistband.

Drago fell to his knees and slowly pulled the panties down to reveal her dark, hairy, curly bush already bedewed with her secretions. Thick bulging pads crimped her vagina into a thin line. It was the sexiest cunt he’d ever seen. His long tongue shot out and penetrated the bottom and with his thumbs pulling the huge outer covering back, he raked his tongue slowly up the revealed gash, his taste buds reveling in the tang of her moistness. He felt her clitoris pop, sucked it briefly then thrust his hot tongue deep into her humid void and fucked it.

Red Sonja and the Ten Levels of Hell
Part Two - Desert Hell

Red Sonja landed ass first as she tumbled out of the gate. Head still spinning and half blind from the flashing lights, she was glad she had at least landed on something soft, though after a few seconds it began to feel quite warm on her backside. In fact, as her head cleared, the realized that it felt like she had landed in an oven. Well, what did you expect? she mocked herself, this was supposed to be some kind of Hell according to that bastard Taurus. When Sonja’s vision did clear she noticed four things. All of them were sharp, curved swords that were about an inch from her head on each side of her. As she followed the swords back to the arms that held them and to the bodies that the arms belonged to, she saw four men dressed in the traditional garments of desert dwellers everywhere. Long flowing robes, cloths to cover the head from the hellish heat and oh yeah the curved swords. As Sonja’s gaze traveled past the men, she saw that she indeed was sitting on hot desert sands, hence her warm backside, and that the sands seemed to travel off in the traditional manner towards the horizon with no end in sight.

“Do not move or we will cut off your head!” shouted one of the four men in an agitated voice.

Four to one odds were nothing new or disturbing for the red haired warrior, but the disorientation of the gate had left Sonja at a distinct disadvantage for a fight. She coolly cocked a eyebrow at the speaker. “Would you mind pointing those things somewhere else?”

“Shut up demon,” cried a second man. “You will stand up slowly and come with us. El Harrah will decide what to do with you.” At that, the four men stood back slightly to allow Sonja to stand up, but she remained seated in the sand.

“I told you to stand up!” ordered number two.

“And he,” gestured Sonja towards number one, “told me not to move or he would cut off my head. I am not moving until you get your act together and decide what you want me to do without making me lose my head.”

The men began a hasty squabble about what to do and Sonja sighed. She was tempted to try and take the idiots out, but it would be iffy, even for her to go from a sitting position and fight four men who had their swords drawn while hers was still in her scabbard. As she listened to the four men, she realized that they were not speaking a language that she could understand, but somehow the meaning of their words was being sent straight to her mind. Sonja looked down at the silver chain that Taurus had given her. Hmmm, perhaps that was one of its functions.

“You will stand up and come with us to see El Harrah,” said number one. “We have agreed on that.”

Red Sonja decided she might as well go along with the men, at least for the time being and even allowed them to take her sword and the knife on her belt. The idiots didn’t bother to search her any further so she stils had the daggers she kept in each boot, the garroting wire she kept hidden in hair and the lock pick clipped to the inside of her armor. In this rough and tumble world, a woman had to be ready to protect herself. It was a long hot walk over the desert back to the camp of these nomads which consisted of a dozen or so large tents baking under the desert sun. The four guards led Sonja to the largest tent in the center of the camp and rather rudely shoved her inside.

“Oh great El Harrah, we have brought you a prisoner, possibly one of the demons who have been plaguing us!” said idiot number one, coming smartly to attention.

Sonja looked around the tent. The man idio number one was addressing was sitting on a pile of pillows in the center of the tent. He was a swarthy looking man with a huge black moustache. Beside him were two identical women, dark haired and beautiful with large shining blue eyes.

“A demon Raziz?” scoffed El Harrah. “You and I have seen demons and I don’t recall any demon having a pair of tits that huge!”

“But, but, she could be a female demon sir, and look at that fiery red hair of hers. I have never seen such hair before.”

“Bah, if you were a male demon and your wife looked like that, would you bother going out to raid our camp? Of course not! You would stay at home and fuck her brains out and not care what mortals do. I rather doubt she is a demon.”

Red Sonja decided it was time to speak up and took a step forward. “Great El Harrah, my name is Red Sonja. I am a traveler from far lands and I am no demon.”

El Harrah looked surprised and Sonja realized that he too did not understand her spoken words, but that the silver chain had sent the words directly to his mind as well. “Hmmm perhaps I was hasty in my judgment of you,” he replied. “There does appear to be something magical about you after all.”

“Magical yes, but not demonic,” insisted Sonja. “I am on a quest for a wizard who has kidnapped a friend of mine and a spell of his allows me to both understand and be understood by others who do not speak the same tongue as me.”

“Perhaps that is true,” admitted El Harrah, “but I must ask the advice of my two Shamans on this matter. May I introduce Jasmine and Jane,” and he gestured to the two lovely women on either side of him.

Red Sonja blinked at the two mismatched names. “Umm, isn’t that an unusual name for a desert princess?” asked Sonja looking at the two women, not sure which was which.

“Daddy was on a J kick that year,” said the woman on El Harrah’s right. “I was his eleventh child that year and frankly daddy dear was a bit drunk at the time of the naming so I ended up as Jane while my bitch of a sister got the good name.”

“Why thank you sister,” replied Jasmine. “Of course Jane in our language translates as ‘desert whore’ but I am sure that is just an unfortunate resemblance to your true nature.”

Things might have gotten out of hand, but apparently El Harrah was quite used to the fighting between the two and put a hand on each woman and pulled them back from their springing positions onto the cushions. “I just need to know if there is some way of testing this woman to see if she is a demon or not.”

“Of course there is,” sniffed Jane. “The test of Suckiess is quite conclusive.”

“The test of Suckiess?” scoffed Jasmine. “A much better test is the Trial of Climaxia.”

Once more the two women were poised to go at each other when El Harrah again put a stop to it. “Enough!” he shouted. “We shall administer both tests on the red haired outsider. If she passes both tests, she surely cannot be a demon. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” replied the two women in unison.

“We shall try Jasmine’s test first,” announced El Harrah. “You called it the Trial of Climaxia. Explain it please.”

Jasmine smirked at her sister and then at Sonja. “It is quite simple. It is well known that demons can find sexual gratification only through rape, which is why they are always lusting after human females to slate their bestial hungers. If this woman can bring herself to a climax by her own hands then she can not be a demon.”

Sonja blinked her eyes in shock. Surely she had not heard Jasmine correctly. “You mean, you want me to masturbate myself to an orgasm to prove I am not a demon? I refuse!”

“It is either that or die,” smirked El Harrah. “Your choice.” He snapped his fingers and suddenly there were her four friends with their sharp curved swords preparing to strike.

“Alright, alright, I will do it,” agreed Sonja angrily. She looked around the tent and while there were a number of jewels in hilts of swords and on various ornaments, none of them stood out. Taurus had implied that she would know the correct gem when she saw it, so as disgusting as it seemed she was going to have to play along (literally) with these tests.

Sonja reached behind her back and with everyone in the tent watching, undid the clasp on the top and let it fall to the floor. There were a number of whistles and all eyes in the tent were glued on her large full breasts. Sonja then removed her bottoms and showed everyone that she was indeed a true redhead as the hair of her neatly trimmed bush gleamed the same fiery red as her mane. Sonja stood there in front of the tent full of people clad only in her boots feeling like some sort of freak show then reluctantly she spread her legs wider as she stood there and her hands reached between them. Trying to keep her hands from shaking and stifling a scream of total frustration over her humiliation, Sonja’s right thumb found the nub of her clit and began to rub it. With her left hand, she spread her pussy lips and slipped two fingers inside of herself. She heard the gasps and titters from the audience and tried to shut them out, pretending this was just another lonely night at a campfire with no one watching.

“Look at the slut playing with herself,” smirked Jasmine. “She can not be a demon, only a cheap whore.”

“Let’s wait and see if she can climax,” sniffed Jane, but her eyes too were glued in lust on the sight of the red haired woman playing with herself in front of her.

Sonja heard the comments and felt renewed shame at her actions, but also the pleasure in her body was mounting. A shudder ran through Sonja’s body as she touched herself. It made her big soft melons jiggle and an appreciative murmur ran through the watchers. Red Sonja could feel herself getting wet and knew that everyone in the tent could see the wetness on her inner thighs and on her fingers. A small moan of pleasure escaped Sonja’s lips despite her best efforts to hold it back and not give her voyeurs the satisfaction of knowing she was starting to enjoy the sensations running through her body. Sweat was pouring off her body now as she slid her fingers in and out of her cunt faster now while massaging her hard clit. Legs feeling rubbery, Sonja collapsed on the tend floor, legs spread wide as she continued to pleasure herself, almost forgetting her audience in her desire to climax. Heads craned and people jostled for better views of the masturbating red head as she lay there writhing and moaning on the t nt floor. It was the third finger that she crammed into her pussy that finally drove Sonja over the edge. Her back arched and with a loud moan of pleasure, Red Sonja climaxed and felt the juices squirting from her, leaving a sticky trail down her inner thighs.

Sonja lay on the tend floor basking in the lingering glow of her orgasm and it took her several long seconds to realize that everyone was clapping at her performance. Everyone except Jane.

“The red haired trollop has passed the first test,” she allowed, “but we shall see if she can pass a true test of demonhood.”

“Of course my dear,” soothed El Harrah. “Now tell us what your test entails. I believe you called it the Test of Suckias?”

“Yes,” purred Jane and that sound sent chills up Sonja’s spine. “A true demon is a vicious beast who can not disobey its true nature. If the manhood of a human is placed in the mouth of a demon, the demon will be unable to resist the temptation to bite it clean off with its teeth and leave the human to bleed to death on the sands. On the other hand, if the testee can bring the person to a climax then she must be human.”

“Ah, a very interesting test,” commented El Harrah. “Also, a very dangerous test for the person who administers it.”

“Wait just a damn second,” said Sonja sitting up. “Her test is to make me suck a man’s.a man’s cock until it cums to prove I am not a demon? That is ridiculous. I may have degraded myself in front of you and masturbated but if you think I am going to blow some cock to prove I am not a demon then you have another thought coming!”

El Harrah shrugged. “Again it is your choice. You can attempt the test or die.” He started to snap his fingers, but Sonja stopped him.

“Yeah, yeah, I know the routine already.”

El Harrah smiled. He liked a fast learner. “The question then is whose cock shall we use? As delightful as it might be to have such a sweet looking bitch suck on their cock, who is willing to risk their manhood for such a test?”

Jane pointed to a large beefy guard standing by the tent flap. He was not one of Sonja original four acquaintances and was dressed in a bright crimson robe. “I nominate Mustafah,” said Jane.

Jasmine frowned. “Why Mustafah?”

“Two reason replied Jane. First he has the biggest shlong in the camp and second he is wearing a red robe. Everyone knows that means he is expendable.”

Jasmine nodded in rare agreement with her twin sister then paused and gave her sibling a calculated look. “Oh, and how would you know Mustafah has the biggest dick in the tribe sister?”

“Through my Shamanic powers,” countered Jane hotly and glared around the room daring anyone to contradict her. Wisely, nobody did. Jane’s choice of Mustafah was a good one for a third unspoken reason. The man was as dumb as a tent post. When asked if he wanted the naked red headed woman to blow him, he readily agreed without any worry about the risk involved if she were to fail the test.

As Mustafah lumbered into the center of the tent, Sonja raised herself onto her knees for the ordeal. She would actually rather prefer to rip the fool’s organ off with her teeth rather than further humiliate herself, but that would not help her quest or save Killia. So heart pounding, Red Sonja waited on her hands and knees while the brute reached in his robe and brought out his huge cock. Goddess, the thing was twelve inches long and not fully hard yet! Sonja gulped and licked her lips in dread. She had never in her life willingly accepted a man’s organ into her mouth. She had only vague half buried memories of having her mouth raped in the incident that had made her Red Sonja and she had very little idea of how to go about sucking on a cock, let alone a monster like this one.

Sonja need not have worried. Mustafah might be several mouthfuls short of having a full canteen, but he knew what he liked and wanted. He smiled down at the red haired whore in front of him and wiped his cock on her lips, leaving a smear of precum on them. Then with a lusty smirk, he grabbed Sonja’s ears and pulled her face towards him. Despite herself Sonja opened her mouth in protest which was exactly what Mustafah wanted and he shoved his cock into Sonja’s mouth. He rammed it in until it hit the back of Sonja’s mouth and then he forced it past her gag reflext into her throat, as deep as he could get it. Finally his balls banged on Sonja’s chin and Sonja’s big blue eyes bulged out as she tried to breath with the thick meat shoved into her throat. Sonja gagged and tried to move back, but the big man had hold of the back of her head now and kept her mouth pinned on his thick cock. Still smiling down at her, Mustafah began to pull Sonja’s head up and down on his dick. Red Sonja realized she wasn’t going to have to do too much as Mustafah was quite content to just fuck her face hard. She wished they had picked someone else with more of a sense of personal hygiene though. Frankly, Mustafah smelled and he could do with a bath. If she had to suck a cock, she wished it could have been a cleaner one. The best Sonja could come up with, however, was to coat his cock with as much saliva as she could produce so the thick shaft would slide down her throat easier without damaging her throat permanently. Instinctively she used her tongue to spread the saliva on the cock and unwittingly gave Mustafah a lot more pleasure in the process.

It seemed like hours to Sonja kneeling there naked on the floor with all those people watching her get her face fucked, but in reality it was only five minutes before Mustafah grunted and then gripping Sonja’s head tight in his huge paws, shot his load into her mouth. Sonja could sense his cock tensing up in her mouth and knew it was coming, but was powerless to do anything about it. What was it going to taste like? Did she have to swallow it? Suddenly a warm jet of liquid struck the back of her throat and she had her answers. It actually tasted not bad, and she either would swallow it or drown in the volume of liquid Mustafah was producing. A trickle of white fluid escaped the corners of Sonja’s mouth as Mustafah continue to drive his cock into her mouth as he came. The sticky stuff rolled down her chin and dripped onto her big tits forming a puddle there. Finally Mustafah stopped cumming and with a big silly grin on his face pulled his cock out of Sonja’s mouth with a pop. He put his cock away and walked back to the entrance to the tend leaving the naked woman sitting there and wiping cum off her lips.

“Satisfied?” she finally managed after a few cum gurgling attempts at speech.

El Harrah looked at his two twin Shamans and they nodded. “Yes. And now in honor of your visit, I invite you to dine with me and my Shamans tonight.”

Red Sonja was boiling mad inside at her humiliation, but she hid her feelings from the tribal ruler and smiled at him sweetly (a very bad sign for those that knew her) and proclaimed that she would be happy to share a meal with El Harrah and his two wise Shamans.

Sonja got dressed in her armor again and the tent bustled wit activity as food was brought in for the meal. While they ate, Sonja plied El Harrah with questions about their demon problems that had led to her “tests.” The meal was served on low tables that were just the right height for someone sitting on the floor and Sonja actually found herself starting to like El Harrah. He was certainly a dynamic figure as he spent any time not eating copping feels of his two lovely Shamans who sat on either side of him. He was careful to treat each one equally so neither got too upset and all the while he leered at Sonja’s cleavage as she sat across from him at the table. It seems that the tribe had been plagued by attacks from the “sand demons” as they called them for the past month. The demons did seem to have a preference for abducting the young women of the tribe who would be found the next day in the desert.naked and dead but with a smile on their faces. El Harrah had led many forays into the desert in pursuit of the demons but gad caught nothing but fleeting glimpses of his foes. “It is a big desert,” he commented and grimaced.

“Demons are tough to catch and kill,” agreed Sonja thinking of her various experiences with the denizens of the netherworlds.

“Ahh, you have experience in dealing with demons then,” smiled El Harrah. “A demon hunter? Perhaps we could enlist your services?”

“I would like to help,” replied Sonja, “but I am already on a quest”

“And what exactly are you seeking?” inquired El Harrah.

Red Sonja thought it best not to mention the gem. If it was somewhere in this camp, she didn’t want to put El Harrah on guard against her. Instead she shrugged, “oh don’t worry about it. You have enough problems as it is.”

After dinner, over a glass of wine, El Harrah gestured around the tent with his arms and told Sonja that she would be the guest of him and his Shamans that night.

“I don’t want to impose on your hospitality,” began Sonja but El Harrah interrupted her.

“Nonsense, I insist that you sleep with us tonight. I would be most insulted if you did not.”

“Umm well,” began Sonja and she broke off nervously as Jasmine and Jane stood up and came around the table and sat on either side of her. Before the astounded Sonja could protest, Jasmine undid Sonja’s top and released her boobs to view once more.

“When El Harrah says he wants you to sleep with us, he means he wants you to share our bed.” whispered Jasmine as she began to run her hands over Sonjas’ breasts. On the other side, Jane bent her head down and began to lick at one of Sonja’s tits.

“Ummmmm,” was all Sonja could think of. She had drank too much wine and the warm glow it left in her body dulled her normal reaction to this sudden turn of events. Across from her, El Harrah stood up and began to remove his robes. Perhaps Mustafah did have the biggest cock in the tribe, but El Harrah would at least be a close second. Sonja watched hypnotized as he walked towards her, his cock bouncing up and down. Sonja found herself reaching out to wrap her hand about the huge shaft and as she rubbed her finger over the head, a drop of precum oozed out and made the cock slick under her fingers. El Harrah smiled down at her and pulled Sonja to her feet. The warrior woman was conscious of Jasmine and Jane removing their clothes beside her and felt the rest of her armor being removed. El Harrah pulled Sonja to him and kissed her hard on the lips, his throbbing cock rubbing against her bare thigh. Sonja could feel the hands of the two now naked Shamans running up and down her body. Red Sonja surprised herself by kissing El Harrah back and pressing her body against him. The goddess had released her from her oath for this quest for a reason and Sonja thought it best to trust the goddess and go along with little orgy. After all, she told herself, she might need the leader’s help in her quest and it certainly had nothing to do with the lust she felt growing in her body as his cock rubbed against her.

“Abigail. Said Mother Superior.

“You are a novitiate who has spent almost a month within our community. You were sent here so that we might assess your potential to become a member of our ancient and secret order. Yet you were seen last Friday frequenting a Public House and have confessed as much.”

She paused. I find your stated desire to remain within our walls and to complete your training difficult to believe.”

Abigail pressed herself further into the hard parquet flooring. She was laying face down on the floor, arms outstretched. Her white robes bunched around her body. She wanted to say something to excuse her guilt but knew that now was not the time.

Mother Superior turned to the other person lying next to Abigail. To the ungodly the only difference between the two prostrate figures would seem to be the colour of their robes.

“Sister Mary. She continued, As one of our younger members it was your responsibility to act as moral guardian to this young woman. In that respect you have singularly failed.”

Mother Superior paused again, mulling over the respective characters of her charges. Problems like these were all too common these days. She sighed, youngsters today! Still she had hoped for better from both of these young women.

Indeed, she expected more because of their own previous good behaviour. Finally she made up her mind. A test of character, yes. Something that would sort the wheat from the chaff.

“Sister, she said. You will spend a night of penance in the lower vault, where you will scourge yourself of your guilt in this matter.”

“Thank-you, Mother Superior”, said Sister Mary, her soft voice almost lost against the floor.

“Who will be witness to my penance?”

“It will be Abigail. Came the swift response.

The Abbess continued, Abigail, since you are still only a novice you will not be aware that any penance carried out by our Sisterhood must be observed by a fellow Sister. Novices are not usually permitted such.insights. In your case you will observe Sister Mary performing her penance and in the morning we will see if you still wish to remain within our community.”

“Thank-you, Mother Superior. Said Abigail, her voice betraying the fact that she did not really understand what all this meant. She was just grateful to get some sort of chance to prove herself.

She heard rather than saw Mother Superior leave the room and waited until she heard Sister Mary move before getting up herself. It surprised Abigail to see a flustered blush in the other woman’s face but Mary ignored the unasked question in Abigail’s eyes, indicating only that she should follow on behind.

It was after evensong when Abigail followed Sister Mary into the bowels of the Abbey. There they met, once more, the Mother Superior.

Abigail had never been allowed to visit this area before and after some twisting and turning down narrow corridors was quite lost. Eventually the Abbess unlocked a thick oaken door and ushered the two women through it. Abigail jumped when the door slammed shut behind them and began to feel trapped when she heard the key turn in the lock.

Now she and Mary were quite alone.

The lower vault was a large room; two walls were bare and sparsely decorated. All along one side the wall had many candles burning on shelves and wall sconces. They gave off more than enough light to see by and enough heat to make the room one of the warmest in the Abbey. Along the final wall was a table with a Bible upon it; but it was not the good book that caught Abigail’s eye.

Next to it was something she recognised only from a description she had once read. It was a martinet, the French version of a cat o nine tails - all thin leather thongs and sturdy leather wrapped handle. She was shocked to note that the handle had been carefully carved to resemble a man’s erect penis. Or at least what, in this company, she imagined an erect penis to look like.

Abigail was suddenly very wary of what was about to happen in this room and turned quickly to the door; but she stopped her flight as Sister Mary spoke.

“The door is locked. It will be opened again in the morning. No-one would hear you if you were to call out, but you have nothing to fear. It is I who will pay the price for your willfulness, I who will perform the penance. You are here only as a witness.”

Abigail watched the graceful economy of movement with which the Sister moved, placing a square cushion at one end of the room and indicating that this was where she, the novice, should kneel. Already she felt uncomfortable in the other woman’s presence; before she had absconded they had been close, friends almost. Feelings had been released in her young heart that she had not understood or been able to give a name.

Being locked in this room, alone with Mary, had brought these unnamed desires back to the forefront of her mind. With considerable effort Abigail stifled the urge to speak, instead following the indicated ritual and kneeling on the carefully placed cushion.

Part of her discomfort was the knowledge that whatever Mary was about to endure it was because of Abigail’s behaviour. Mainly though, it was fuelled by her feelings for Sister Mary, feelings that she knew were labeled unnatural by some, and forbidden by many.

Abigail’s reverie was halted by her realisation that she had better watch what was going on and further shattered as Sister Mary began to disrobe. Startled she began to speak, What are you. She said, but was interrupted by her mentor.

“Silence. Mary commanded, and continued, Abigail, you are here to observe, and if I know the Mother, you are here to learn something of yourself. My penance is your test. For the moment you will be silent while I prepare myself.”

Mary went back to undressing, not stopping until she was naked. It was the first time Abigail had seen her hair, which while cut short was pretty and complemented the colouring of her eyes and skin.

With her last garment removed and neatly folded Mary placed them in a pile on the floor. Then the Sister crossed to the table and reverently grasped the handle of the leather martinet. She clasped it to her breast and to Abigail’s’ eyes appeared to kiss the end of it. Then Mary padded on soft feet to the other end of the room, her eyes firmly fixed on the floor.

Other eyes, Abigail’s eyes, were fixed on the naked body of the other woman. This was almost too much. Even her wildest imaginings had not prepared her for the sight that now greeted her.

Now she could see the firm upright breasts of the young woman, the lithe muscles and the curves of her natural beauty, all of which had previously been hidden behind her long robes.

Sister Mary stood with her back to the young novice. She held her feet apart, her arms out to the sides and then, with a grace that spoke of experience began to whip herself with the thongs of the martinet.

She started with her arms and moved on to her legs, from her ankles upwards, methodically covering every inch of bared flesh.

As she rhythmically slapped her own skin, so it changed colour, reddening as blood rushed around her body. Her breathing changed also; always controlled; yet it was possible for Abigail to see the rising effort that went into that control.

Sister Mary and the whip were almost dancing with each other, and the longer the dance went on the more physical and spiritual effort it cost.

Abigail had heard about such things, especially within the old church, but had never seen anything like this. Her own response, though, was not what she would have expected. She could see the beauty of the other woman’s sacrifice and began to feel in awe of the changes she was observing.

Deep within Abigail was drawn to Mary’s self-chastisement and a part of her began to enjoy the spectacle. She was sure that she was here to learn, and now she could feel herself on the cusp of a secret worth knowing.

Sister Mary now began to flick the long strands of the whip onto her own back and then down onto the curve of her buttocks. Here self control obviously became more difficult. Abigail could read her pain. Then she thought she could see something else, some other feeling rippling through Mary’s body. She wasn’t sure, but the gasp that escaped through Mary’s clenched teeth spoke of more that one emotion.

There was certainly more than one emotion coursing through Abigail. On one hand she was absorbed in the other woman, and in the other woman’s body. On the other, a warm pulse was tingling from between her legs, the sort of pulse that could normally only be dealt with by a long furtive rub after the lights went out.

All of this was topped by the knowledge that it should be her standing there taking this punishment, it should be her pale white cheeks feeling the sting of the leather.

Sister Mary turned to face the kneeling woman. Abigail noticed the light sheen of sweat that now began to glisten on her candle-lit skin and the intense focus of her eyes. Then she could not help seeing the erect state of Mary’s nipples. They were tense, blood filled with desire.

Abigail felt her own breasts tingle and grow in response. She began to find her robes uncomfortably hot. In her mind she put a name to her hidden feelings and groaned aloud with her acknowledged desire for the other woman.

She wanted those stiff teats in her mouth, wanted her own burgeoning nipples mouthed in return; and more. Abigail now knew that she wanted much, much, more.

Sister Mary raised her arm once more and her body convulsed as she began to sweep the leather flail onto her breasts. She criss-crossed her white skin with thin red weals, first one way then the other. This caused her already swollen curves to throb even more, a throb answered by the now insistent pulse emanating from the lips between her legs, lips that she knew were sticky with her own juices. She was close now, close to achieving release; the pain of her chastised flesh transmuting into wonderful pleasure. Soon she would not be able to help herself.

Briefly she wondered if Abigail would learn the lesson as she had learnt it two short years ago, but then other more urgent demands began to assail her nerve endings.

Abigail watched as Mary lowered the target of the martinet until the thong ends were striking her flat stomach. Then they fell lower still until they were beating at the curly hairs joining her legs, at the swollen lips that peeked out at both of them.

Abigail’s breath was coming in short gasps, she was loosing control, One hand crept between her own hot thighs, the other moved up to cup an aching breast. She was close but not as close as the Sister.

Mary beat herself harder, feeling her nub of desire bulging, soon, she knew it would be very soon. Her hips were thrusting, meeting the delicious sting of the many tongued martinet. She could feel the wave coming, drawing up its power. She fell to her knees as it broke. Release washed over her, sweet orgasm ripped through the pain. Unaware that she was screaming, Mary howled her release.

Quickly though she had to gather her wits; now was the time when Abigail would be most malleable, now was the time for Abigail’s test.

Mary could see the other girl’s arousal; indeed, it had added to her own. That would make her task easier. Mother Superior was right. Abigail was ready to join their order. Now she had to prove it.

“Do you still wish to remain in the Abbey? She asked, her voice barely recovered from her exertions.

Abigail was startled by the question. Her hand fell away from her breast as she too tried to gather her thoughts. She took her time to reply. When she began to speak it was as if the last barrier between them had lifted. Yes. She said. Yes Sister Mary, I wish to stay and learn more.”

“And how can I be sure of this? Already you have let us down. Mary replied.

Suddenly Abigail knew that this was her test. The wrong answer now and she would have to leave whether she wanted to or not. She chose her words carefully. Sister. I am sorry that I absconded from the Abbey. I did it only because of the feelings that had arisen within me regarding my friendship with you. The Public House was a place where Gay people go, and Friday night was an all woman night; but I learned then that it was not other women that I wanted. It was you.”

She paused, hoping that Mary would speak.

Abigail could no longer meet her eyes.

Eventually though, Mary’s silence forced her to continue. They both knew that there was more to come. I say this not to excuse my behaviour, merely to explain that I have learned my lesson. I wish to stay, and will do anything to prove it.”

“Strip. Said Mary.

“What.? Said Abigail.

“Strip. Now. Or leave came the firm response.

Abigail rose and just as Mary had done before her took of her gown, folding it neatly into a little pile.

When she was naked she could feel Mary gazing at her body. The thought was not anything like as appalling as once it might have been. She had enjoyed Mary’s nudity; now she enjoyed returning the favour.

“Stand with your legs apart and with you hands on your head. Abigail did so. Look at me.”

It was an effort to raise her eyes from the floor. When she did so she found Mary looking at her body. Slowly Mary moved towards Abigail.

There was a determination about her that Abigail feared. She feared it and she needed it all at the same time.

The first touch of Mary’s fingers was nothing like what she had imagined. Her fingers were warm and soft, teasing her nipples into full hardness. Abigail bit her lip. Then Mary put the handle of the Martinet between Abigail’s legs, rubbing her gently with the warm leather.

Abigail gasped. As Mary kept up her wrist action Abigail could not help but to slowly thrust herself onto the welcome intruder. On and further on.

“Oh She said. Oh please.”

Mary continued to caress and manipulate Abigail’s willing body. Then she stepped a little closer and whispered into her ear. Do you deserve to be punished?”

Abigail thrust herself harder on to the leather pole. Mmm She said.

“Say it. Said Sister Mary.

“Mmm. Yes. Replied Abigail, aware of her own wetness on the leather, her stiff teat in anothers fingers. Punish me. I too must do a penance. I deserve it.”

Mary thrust a little harder with the martinet, pulled back her free hand and slapped Abigail’s breasts once and then twice. Instantly the slapped nipples grew harder, her flesh suffusing with the rush of blood.

“Oh,.Oh God. Said Abigail.

“It is not God that we worship here. Said Mary.

“It is flesh. It is my flesh and your flesh. Are we not also known as The Forbidden Sisters?”

“Yes. Said Abigail, but she was not really answering Mary’s question. Her body required an answer of it’s own. Please. She continued, and her hips remained thrusting, harder now, more demanding.

Carefully Mary took one of Abigail’s nipples between her fingers. She squeezed. She knew that Abigail was close. A little more pain mixed into the pleasure was required. She squeezed a little harder and saw a frown crease the younger woman’s brow. Still the thrusting continued. As did the squeezing.

“Oh.yes. Said Abigail, her breath hot on Mary’s face. Yes, .please She said.

Mary spoke into her ear. I’m going to whip you girl. I’m going to whip you and then I’m going to make you lick me. It’s going to be a very long night.”

Abigail couldn’t help it. Her pulse quickened as dark images filled her mind. It was too much.

She came all over Mary’s thrusting fingers, gasping hot desire into her shoulder Everything she had ever wanted had just come true.

In the morning the Abbess found them wrapped in each others arms. Each of their bodies bore the marks of the night’s exertions. She was pleased. It was not every day that her order found a novice like Abigail, or like Mary. They were to be nurtured and trained.

Eventually Abigail, like Mary, might become a fully fledged Sister of the Order of Forbidden Indulgence. Perhaps even an Abbess, who knows? Soon it would be time to take a hand herself in Abigail’s education. She licked her lips at the thought.

I have been looking for my girlfriend’s vibrator for a week now. I know it has got to be some where. It’s gotta be under the dresser . it has got to be here.

“Are you looking for something? ” I hear my girlfriend ask me. I turn around quickly and she is looking down at me with a look of amusement. I begin to stand and she pulls out a pair of cuffs.

“Is this what you are looking for little boy?” she says with a grin form ear to ear. The grin is very playful and creates a swell in my pants. I really like where this is going . I think I’ll play along.

“Why yes that is exactly what I was looking for.” As I begin to turn around she takes a short step toward me and shoves her slender hips right next to my face.

“Or is this what your looking for?”. My mouth begins to water just from the thought of her in my mouth.

“Well actually that seems like a better idea.” I am beginning to really like where this is going. She gently brushes her fingers through my hair and with a smile says, “well maybe if you are my slave for a little while I’ll let you.” As she begins to sway the cuffs back and forth I can see the excitement in her eyes as she thinks of the ways she will use me.

“As you wish.” I respond and rise my hands up to her to be cuffed. She gently grabs my hand and says, “Turn around my sweet slave.” I turn around on my knees and put my hands behind my back.

“As you wish my sweet owner.” She secures the cuffs on each hand and grabs the bulge in my pants and says, “I like the way that sounds.” Still standing behind me she gives my a slight hug and kisses my cheek. Then she gently speaks into my ear, “What should I do with my slave first?”

The excitement is really building. The thought of being in complete control of the women I love and being forced to please her excites the hell out of me. She walks around me and stares at me as I kneel before her on the floor. I could not help but think of her in my mouth and take a quick look at her slender hips. She leans down and rubs my crotch through my pants and says, “That will be your reward if you are good. But what is this?” And she squeezes my dick and gives it a slight tug.

“It’s Mr. Happy.” I respond with the thought of her sucking on me. She pulls away from me and gives me a slight frown. “I thought you were suppose to call me owner.”

“I’m sorry, owner.” I can’t help but look at her hips and think about making love to her. She pushes her hips into my face and says, “Pleasure me slave.” I hesitate. I only kiss her crotch and she holds my head in place to continue the kissing. I want to kiss her for real.and she knows it. The look in her face proves to me she enjoys watching my want her.

“If you are good enough I’ll let you really pleasure me. Now eat me through my pants and tell me how good it is.” She now holds my head in place with both hands and slightly grinds on my face. I begin kissing and gnawing at her pants just dying to get them off. I try to chew threw them knowing it isn’t possible. She tilts her head back and lets out a slight laugh.

“I thought I told you to tell me how good it is. little boy.” She stops the slow grinding and releases my head slightly. “It is good isn’t?” She gives me a look of disappointment.

“Yes of coarse it is.” I try to continue my attempt to remove her pants with my teeth and she pulls away.

“Now I know I told you to do something and you didn’t do it. You are not being a good boy.” I look into her eyes and I can see her thinking intently. “Stand up slave.” I slowly stand up. it is hard with my hands behind my back. Before I am completely up she begins undoing my pants. She unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants. She now looks at me with amusement as I stand before her with a huge hard-on in my underwear. My pants are hanging on the tops of my knees and I feel like I may fall back wards with the slightest misbalance. While continually staring at my crotch she slides her hand down the front of my underwear briefly touching my dick and then garbing my balls in her hand. She squeezes and pulls on my balls, like pulling at an apple from a tree.

“You are not a good little boy, but this my help keep me in a better mood.” She says while slowly tugging on my balls. She moves closer giving my a slight hug, the entire time trying to pull me toward the ground by the balls. I dare not move in fear that she will remove her hand or worse pull harder.

“Yes owner.” I say with a slight quiver in my voice. The mixture of pleasure and pain are making my heart race a thousand miles per hour. She gives my a slight kiss on my neck and says, “You seem like a good boy when I have you like this.” She squeezes and give a quick tug.

I slightly bend at the knees to compensate the quick tug. “Yes sweet owner.” She slowly removes her hand from my underwear slightly rubbing my dick. The absence of her hand is both missed and a relieve.

She slightly pulls away from me and gives a hard long look at my crotch and then looks into my eyes. She says, “I have an idea.” As she turns to her left I see a small inventive smile form on her face as she walks away. “Close your eyes slave.” I close my eyes and feel a sense of wander burn through me. In no time she is back. She moves up behind me and puts a blind fold over my eyes. Then she pulls my underwear and pants completely down to my ankles forcing me to move my feet closer together. Now I really feel off balance. I begin to kick my right leg out of my pants but my shoes are making it impossible. My girlfriend says, “What are you doing?” she then reaches from behind me (between my legs) and grabs my balls.

“Nothing . sweet owner.” I manage to say. I am really trying not to fall which is very difficult when she is pulling on my balls. “I didn’t tell you to take your pants off. Now hold still.” She pulls my balls out and slips a silk rope snugly around them. She then says under her breath, “I never liked that tie.”

“I now have a leash for my slave. Maybe now you will be good.” As she says ‘good’ she tugs on the tie. The tie tightens around my balls. She then slowly pulls the tie up wards and the discomfort grows until it is pain. She seems to slowly continue the upward motion and it occurs to me she is waiting for a response.

“Yes owner, yes.” I blurt out as quickly as possible.

Now with my hands cuffed behind me, my legs bound, no vision and a ‘leash’ I really feel like a slave. I can’t wait to hear her moan with pleasure as I kiss her and bring her to orgasm. She lets slack on the leash and whispers in my ear, “On your knees slave.” I begin to adjust my feet in order to go to my knees. With all the restraints it is going to be very hard to get to my knees without falling. I slightly move my feet and my girlfriend pulls the tie upward and slowly increases my pain.

Trying my damnedest to keep my balance I say, “I am going to get on my knees sweet owner.” I make small steps back and forth in order to keep my balance.

“When I give you an order you respond.” She says calm and coolly. She lets go of the leash and it falls to the ground. She embraces me from behind with a loving hug and for the first time strokes my hard-on. It brings me to ecstasy and quiets the throbbing in my balls. She strokes me two really good times and then stops; making me want cry out for more. She nibbles on my ear while giving my a loving hug from behind and says, “You’ll learn. That is if you still wanna be my slave.”

Her embrace and sweet voice in my ear makes my heart rise. She continues to give me an embrace that can be held only with true love and gently slides her tough in my ear. Then gently messages my chest and moves down toward my hard-on and ever so gently embraces it with both hands. I can tell she is going to give me pleasure that I have longed for and then as soon as she completely has me in her hands she passes over me and says, “I wanna be pleasured first.” She breaks from our embrace and her heat is no longer one with me.

“Now get on your knees little boy.” She says as if she just asked, ‘please pass the salt’ at the dinner table. It takes me a couple mins to get to my knees. I almost fell once and she helped me keep balance.

“I will be right with you.” She says with a cute little voice. Sitting here blind folded, bond and naked is really exciting. I can’t help but think about kissing her for hours. Before I think I am going to explode from the anticipation. She says, “I’m ready sweet slave.” I can feel her in front of me. The heat from her body is making my erection swell. She moves ever so closely to me and I can feel a skirt rub against my nose. I lean closer to push my face under the skirt and she pushes away and gently touches my nose and says, “Just wait a second.” And she lets out a little giggle. She leans over me and picks up the ‘leash’.

“Now move this way toward the bed.” She slightly pulls my leash toward her direction and I slowly make my way. She leads me closer to her. It is difficult to keep balance so I go pretty slow. I want get there quick, my mouth is watering from the anticipation. I can’t wait until I get the first kiss. She is going to taste so good. ugh. I don’t want wait. She gives a playful tug and says, “Hurry little boy she is getting lonely.” She now pulls the leash with more power creating me to move a bit faster. “Yes sweet owner.” I say with my heart beating so loud I could hear it in my voice.

I take one more little step on my knees and I can smell her perfume. “That’s good.” she says and the tension on the leash goes lose. “Now hold still.” She is sitting on the bed and she released the leash and switches hands pulling it from behind me.

“Don’t do anything until I tell you OK slave.” I nod my head in agreement. She gently guides my head towards her. I lean in smelling her perfume and can’t wait. Her legs are to either side of me and she is laying on the bed. I slowly follow her direction. I wish she was quicker , she is going so slow to tease me. Then inches from my destination she stops.

“Now we’re going to play a game. When I pull on your leash you start.” She lets out a little giggle. “This is going to be fun. Now when we start I like to start fast. I want you to open you mouth and kiss her completely. Get every inch in your mouth. So you have to open wide.” She lets out a muffled giggle and says, “ready.”

I am so excited I could cry. I can’t wait to kiss her. she pulls the leash and grabs the back of my head with one of her hands. I open my mouth as wide as possible and dive in to quench my thirst. I move about two inches and something is jammed into my mouth. I struggle to pull back and she holds me for a second but my tongue is to quick. I push away in astonishment. She is laughing and pulls my blind fold off. I see her holding her vibrator in her hand.

“Now is this what you were looking for.” I am stunned. I have not seen her toy and I didn’t expect her to put it into my mouth. She quickly stops laughing and pulls the vibrator away. She shows a look of fake sorrow, “I’m sorry slave. I thought you knew. You can’t kiss me until you pleasure me first.” She then pulls me closer and puts her legs on each of my shoulders. “Unless you don’t wana pleasure me.” she says with a slight frown on her face. I can see her Mrs. happy for the first time. Oh yes I do want to pleasure her. More than anything.

“YES sweet owner. Of coarse I do.” I try to lean forward to get a kiss. She pushes my head back a little. Then she leans closer to talk to me and pulls my leash until the pain begins. “We play by my rules.” And she tugs one good time on the leash and then releases the tension.

“Well I guess since you didn’t like my toy I’ll do it.” She picks up the vibrator and kisses it. She is playing with it like she does with my Mr. happy. She looks right into my eyes watching me pant as she teases me with her great skill.

“Now you be good and stay still.” She moves toward me with her legs wide open and throws my leash on the floor. She keeps the vibrator in her left hand and lays back on the bed. Slowly she pushes the tip in to her and slightly rotates her hand. With every push and pull she moves deeper and her hips begin to move and sway ever so slightly. I am inches from this and slowly lean in to get a better look but she gently pushes my head back.

“Now watch. hmmm.and see how I do it.” She is giving out muffled moans and her legs squeeze on my shoulders a little. I am dying. I want to jump her right now. The excitement is over whelming. She is now taking more than half of it inside of her and I can hear the vibrating toy work its magic. She barely moves the vibrator, allowing its vibrations to please her. She begins to moan loader and her hips are rotating more quickly. Then she begins to calm down and her legs relax. She removes the toy and looks at me with fire burning in her eyes.

“Doesn’t that look like fun?” She say and sits up on the bed. She lays her toy down on the bed and picks up my leash. When she leans over I try to get a kiss of her but she pushes my head away. “Now that wasn’t nice. You better stay still.” She pulls the leash and I remember that I am a slave. I want her in my mouth so bad.

I look at her letting her know how much I want her in my mouth. “Yes sweet owner. But I .” She pulls harder on the leash and then stands on the ground pushing me slightly backwards. Now the thing I want most of all is inches form my face and I can’t have it. She pulls the leash tight knowing I urge to take a kiss. The leash keeps me from making my move.

“You what?” She says. She gives me a look as to say ‘you better be good and do as I say’.

She looks at me with a thin smile and asks, “You want this?” She hold my head next to her but I dot’ have enough freedom to kiss her. And if I did I wouldn’t dare. She is already pulling me off balance.

“Yes owner.” I respond and show relieve has she releases some of the tension on the leash. She sits back down on the bed and lays a leg on either side of my shoulders. I can look right at her miss happy. She gently grabs my chin with her free hand and looks into my eyes. I want to look at her miss happy but I know it is better to obey.

“Now you have to play my game if you want to be rewarded.” She smiles and runs her hand through my hair. “Do you still want to play?” I begin to nod yes when she gently pushes me between her legs and finally I get a taste of heaven. She is so warm and I get three good kisses when she pushes me away. “Not yet.”

“Here you go little boy.” She picks up her vibrator and put the handle in front of my face. “Well don’t you want to pleasure me?” I nod and hold the toy in my mouth. She gives me a slight smile and releases the vibrator. She then begins to play with my hair and says, “OK my cute little slave. These are the rules. When I put tension on your leash you do like I showed you. When I give two quick tugs you move in further. I’ll give you directions for the rest. Start out slow.”

She then lays back in a reclined position on the bed. While still holding the leash in her left hand she grabs my head with both hands and slides me closer to her. Her legs lay on top of my shoulders and give a welcoming embrace. She guides me into her and I can smell the warm sex and it drives me mad. I want to plunge right into her but she guides me slowing. The toy touches her and parts her in two. I am now close enough. I want to be inside of her. I want to really taste her. This sensation of pleasing her and being so close to what I want is driving me crazy. Her hips slowly turn to welcome the toy and once the head of her toy is inside she allows me to move at my own speed. I move forward half a inch and back and forth. I slowly advance while making a back and forth motion the entire time. She is now beginning to moan and her hands are playing with my hair.

She tugs twice on the leash and my heart races with excitement. I know what she wants but I like to see her want, so I wait to advance. She tugs even harder and I can’t wait any long. I advance and her hips push down into my face as her hands and legs pull me closer. The warmth is so intense that I can barely breath. I push the vibrator deep into her until my nose touches her sweet clit. I wish I could just get a kiss. As she holds the entire vibrator inside of her she moans and twists her hips faster and faster. Her hips push down into the bed and she pushes my head deep with in her legs. Her legs hold my head in place and her hips shot up. Her legs begin to shake and her moans are turning into screams. The energy and passion is making me sweat and shake. I can’t take it any more. Her hips are moving up and down and rotating with accelerating speed.

“YEEESSS!” she screams. I can’t help it, I abandon her vibrator and kiss her clit with an explosive lust that can not be held back. Her screams become helpless and sounds like the verge of pain. She begins to grab my hair and pull while her body flies out of control. She jumps into the my face and the force pushes me over.

I look up at her as she slowly rotates on the vibrator and rubs her shaking legs. Her breathing is slowing down and her eyes are closed. She raises her hands and rubs her face as if she just woke up. Her hand slides down her body and removes the toy deep from within her. I am on my back with my knees in the air. She finally opens her eyes and smiles at me. “you arrrre a good boy.” And she closes her eyes to re-live her pleasure. I lay helpless on my back viewing her in a moment of bliss. She slowly sits up on the bed and looks down at me with a grin of pleasure.

“I guess you deserve your reward.” She looks at my swelling dick and licks her lips. She begins to rub her Mrs. happy to feel how sore she is and decides that she will have more. “Pure little boy you fell.” She leans down to grab my Mr. happy and hold it like my it is a remote control. “That is OK. You stay right like that.”

She releases my dick and I moan. I want her to take me inside of her and all I get is a short encounter. She picks up my leash and walks above me with her legs on either side of my chest.

“This is what you want?” She gives a quick grin and increases the tension on the leash. She knows damn well I want to taste her.

“Yes, swweeett owner.” I quickly respond while raising my ass towards her in order to lessen the tension on the leash. She slowly lowers herself to her knees and her Mrs. Happy is resting on my chest. I attempt to steal a kiss but she is too far away. She smiles at my futile attempt.

“Here you go my little boy.” She says while pushing down toward my face and using her free hand to push my head into her. I am smother by her and enjoy every drop of her in my mouth. She tastes as sweet as love itself. I search every inch of her looking to find the sweetest spot. Every inch seems to taste better than the last. She uses her hand to guide my head and grinds slowly on my face. She pulls hard on the leash to watch me twitch under her command.

“You are . hmm a good boy.” she moans while riding me. She then lets go of the leash and grabs my balls with her finger nails and they slightly dig in. Just enough so I know she could do harm if she wanted to. Right before I think I am going to pass out from lack of air and pure excitement she lets go of my head and allows me room to breath. I slightly lick her as I try catch my breath.

“Lets see if you are as good as my toy.” She pulls away from my mouth and I miss her more than before. She slides down my chest leaving a warm trail. She looks at me with pure excitement in her eyes and begins to tie the leash around her hips. She raises her hand and runs it through my hair and down my face. Then she put her hand in front of my mouth and I open to accept her fingers. She slowly wets each finger as I suck on them. Then she grabs my dick with the first real stroke of the day. She moves her hand with solid professional movements wetting every inch. Then she puts a hand on each of my shoulders and plunges me into her. The warmth and pleasure are over whelming. I try to thrust but I am limited by my restraints. She begins to bounce up and down on me with powerful rotations. She runs her hand through my hair and begins to accelerate She moves me almost completely out of her and thrust me completely into her. On each rise the leash pulls on me force me to rise. She watches me as I welcome her warmth and then twitch from the tension on the leash. Just as her moans begin to turn to screams she reaches for the leash and pulls hard and thrusts down. Now the tension is overwhelming at all times. She rotates and screams while her right hand pulls at my chest hair. Her legs shake from the work and the coming climax. I feel like my Mr. happy is about to explode and my balls are beginning to throb. And then the explosion sends us both into a singular scream and our hips both rise and slowly fall together. I fill her completely and she raps her arms around me and gives me a passionate long kiss.

I’m a 54 year old happily married man, at least almost happily married, you see I have a problem. It seems that after my wife turned 50 she lost interest in sex. It doesn’t matter what I say or do, it takes several months for her to figure out I need a little loving.

What I get after several months of begging is a really poor attempt at a blow job. I remember when I was a kid we used to say the worst blow job was still good. Well, that doesn’t hold up now, it’s so bad that after a few minutes I push her off and over, hop on top and screw her so I can get off.

I love her dearly but after a few years of this I decided to do something about my lack of sex at home. I had always fantasized about giving a blow job and servicing other married guys that weren’t getting oral pleasure at home. So, I decided it was time to turn this fantasy into a reality.

I started researching on the net and found several places where I could meet other married men like myself. I decided to take the plunge and ran an ad. It basically said I was a married man looking to service other married men, specifically looking for a dom guy and a long term relationship.

After a couple of days I got 10 responses. I sifted through all the emails and sent out responses. A few more days went by and I only got a couple of responses back. You’d be surprised how many people respond to ads but really aren’t interested at all. After about a month of exchanging emails I was down to one guy, Bill, and he seemed to have potential. Below is some of our emails.

Mark, I saw your ad and am interested. MWM, 55, 220 7+”cut. Looking for someone to service me on a regular basis. Not interested in a relationship, just want to find someone to make love to my cock and drain me on a regular basis. If you get into cross dressing that would be a plus but not required. Tell me more about yourself. Bob

Bob, I’m a MWM, 54, 5′11, 180. Laid back professional whose always had a desire to service other men. Sex with the wife has pretty well gone south, so I’m looking to explore my fantasies. Wife doesn’t know so would have to be discrete. This is my first attempt at finding someone so I don’t have a lot of experience. Hope you don’t mind. Mark

Mark, don’t mind at all on instructing you on how to care of my cock. What else have you fantasied about besides sucking cock? Maybe we can meet for coffee and see if we click. Bob

Bob, the wife is going out on one of her shopping escapades so I could meet you this Saturday. There is a MacDonalds not far from my house. If your interested we could continue the conversation there and see if we click. Mark

Well, Bob agreed and we made arrangements to meet. We set up a time, I gave him a description of my car and clothes I’d be wearing and he did the same.

Saturday rolled around and I was as nervous as cat on a hot tin roof, but I decided it was now or never. I got in my car, drove to the MacDonalds and parked in the back like I had told Bob. I was about 10 minutes early, the waiting was driving me crazy and my stomach was in my throat.

At the appointed time, I saw a vehicle in my rear view mirror meeting the description of Bob’s making it’s way to the back of the MacDonalds parking lot. It pulled up beside me and I looked in, I almost freaked . It was my neighbor, my friend that lives behind me and I play poker with every Friday night. In fact his wife and my wife had gone out shopping today.

He got out of his car and waved at me and walked over. He said, “Hi guy, what are you doing here.”

“I’m here to meet a friend, we’re supposed to have coffee.”

“Oh, would his name happen to be Bob,” he said with a smile on his face.

I sheepishly nodded my ascent.

“Good, lets not waste a lot of time here, let’s go back home and you can come over. We can talk then.”

I cranked up my car and was thinking about what would happen at Bob’s on the way home. I got home, checked the voice mail to make sure my wife hadn’t called and walked across the alley to Bob’s. I was more than a little nervous as I knocked on his back door.

After the first knock Bob opened the door and said, “Hey come on in guy. Boy if I’d known about you sooner I’d have already introduced you two.”

“Pardon,” I said as I entered his den.

“You and my cock. Marge just doens’t like to suck cock and I really love a good blow job. I avoid the peep shows cause I’m afraid I’ll bring something home. God knows I don’t want that to happen. So how long have you been doing this and what exactly are you into?,” he said as he made himself comfortable in his easy chair. He motioned for me to sit on the couch which I did.

“Well, I haven’t really haven’t been into anything yet. I haven’t sucked anyone off, haven’t been with a man, but have always had the desire to get my hands on another guys cock and make love to it. I can’t explain it, but the desire has always been there. Even when Suzy and I are watching a porno and the girl is blowing the guy, sometimes I imagine it’s me giving the blow job.”

“Hmmm, sounds interesting,” Bob said. “Where are my manners, can i get you something to drink?”

“Sure, a glass of water would be nice.”

“Not a problem, I’ll be right back.” Bob got up headed for the kitchen.

I heard him wrestling around the fridge and he called out, “Be right there. I hope you know this water is going to cost you.”

I was a little puzzled at that remark until I saw him coming back from the kitchen. He had removed his shorts and underwear. His semi hard 7 inch cock was bouncing off his thighs as he walked back into the den and up to me.

He sat the water on the coffee table and said, “I think it’s time to introduce you two. This is my cock, Marge calls him, Little Bob. Now why don’t you and Little Bob shake hands,” he chuckled.

For most of my adult life I had fantasized about this moment and it was finally coming true. In it’s soft flaccid state it was much longer and thicker than mine. I reached up with my right hand and took hold Bob’s cock around the base and started to stroke it. With my left hand I cradled his balls and started to massage them. His cock started to grow in my hand the more I stroked it. When fully it was fully erect it was much thicker than mine and about an two inches longer.

I bet I’ve jacked off 5000 times in the last 40 years and never really paid attention to how it felt to hold my dick. But now with bob’s dick in my hand it felt so good, hard as an iron pipe, but covered with soft pliable skin. The way the skin slipped up and down his hard shaft was mesmerizing.

I sat up a little and leaned forward, taking in the manly scent of his crotch. I rubbed the cock head against my my lips, then around them. I took a deep breath and licked the tip, it didn’t have much of taste. I opened my mouth and gently sucked on the head of his cock swirling my tongue on the underside. After minute, I sat back and said, “Nice to meet you, Little Bob.”

Bob said, “That was good start, but no sense in rushing things, the ladies are going to gone all day so we’ll have plenty of time to talk and play. You mentioned in one your emails that you like to dress in womens clothes. What do you like to wear?”

“Well I’ve never dressed for anybody other than myself. But when Suzy is gone and I get in the right mood I have some garter hose and panties I like wear. I love the feel of the nylon against my skin and when I jerk off I have a pretty intense orgasm. But, I have to be in the right mood.”

“I’d really like to see you dressed up. Would mind doing that for me.”

“It’s kind of embarrassing but I guess so.” I got up and went back to my house and grabbed my clothes out of a hidden spot and made it back over to Bob’s.

When I walked into the den he got up grabbed his drink and said, “Come on.”

I grabbed my water, got up and followed him to the master bedroom. Bob turned on the TV, popped in a porno and plopped down on the bed.

“You can go into the master bath and change, I’m really interested to see what you look like.”

I hesitated for a minute turning redder by the second when Bob said,

“It’s OK, I just want to see you dressed.”

I went into the masterbath and took off all my clothes. I then put on my black garter belt, pulled up my black nylons and attached each one. To finish off I slipped on my black lace panties. Everything felt really good but I was so nervous.

I decided before I walked back into the bedroom that I was going to go with the flow. Even if this didn’t work out it might be only time I’ll ever have a chance to explore my other side. I walked out to the bedroom where Bob was watching a porno.

“Well come here and let me look at you. Hmmm somethings missing. I got it, hold on just a second.” He went into the master bath and came out a second later with one of Marge’s nylon house coats. It looked like it belonged to a teddy set, being out of nylon mesh.

“Here she just wore this in last night, I’ll bet it’ll make you smell like her and it’ll go with your look.”

He walked past me and sat of the edge of the bed and said, “Come here.”

I put on the coat, and he was right, I could smell her from the coat. I walked over to him.

He reached out and rubbed my nylon clad legs with his hands. His hand ventured to my panties and he pulled them down far enough to get a look at my dick and balls.

He laughed out load, “No wonder you like to play dress up and want to suck cock. Your dick is about the size of large clit.”

I was so embarrassed, I pulled up my panties to hide myself, then Bob said, “How does it feel to dress like a slutty woman for man. Does it turn you on? Does it make you feel slutty?”

My mind was really starting to spin but I managed to get out a, “Yes.” I was so turned I though my heart was going to burst out of my chest and my little cock was starting to tent my panties.

As he played with my leg he said, “Would that be your ultimate fantasy, to turn yourself over to another man to be his sex toy. Is that it?”

“I’ve thought about it and jerked off to it on more than one occasion,” I said. His hand rubbing my leg through the hose was really turning my on. The front of my panties was starting to get wet from my oozing precum.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and stroke me a little while we talk.”

I knelt down and took his cock in my hand and started playing with it.

“Have you ever thought about dressing totally as a woman, with make up and stuff?”

“I’ve thought about it but I know I’m not passable so I just get off on wearing the sexy underwear.” I leaned forward and gave his cock a nice wet kiss. His precum was starting to flow too.

After a few minutes he grabbed my head and disconnected it his cock from it and slid the rest of the way onto the bed. “Here, get in on Marge’s side, you can lay here and stoke me while we watch the fuck flick.”

I crawled into the bed, bunched up some pillows for my head, that was about halfway down the left side of his body. From there I could easily reach his cock and see the movie, although I was more taken by the feel and sight of his cock in my hand than watching the movie.

“I can’t tell you how surprised I was when I drove up and found you at MacDonald’s. At first I didn’t think it was good idea, but as I thought about it I changed my mind. The biggest plus is I have someone that lives right across the alley from me to service Little bob.”

I just lay there stroking his cock, twisting it a little, rubbing the head all over, paying particular attention to the underside. A drop of precum started to form at the opening of his pee hole. I scooped it up with the tip of my finger and tasted it, not bad, a little salty and slimy but not bad at all.

You can’t imagine how surprised I saw you drive in,” I said. I really wasn’t sure what to do.”

“Not to worry now, I can tell you whats going to happen, you and little bob are going to become real close friends.”

“So besides wanting to suck a cock all your life what other fantasies do you have. What really turns you on.”

I thought about it for a few minutes, weighing whether I should completely reveal my inner self the said, “Things that turn me on are sucking a guys cock, sucking a bunch of guys cocks, being used by a man for his sexual pleasure, eating cum if it’s not mine, sometimes wearing womens sexy lingerie, sometimes being fucked in the ass and sometimes mild verbal humiliation. There’s probably a few other things but that’s all I can think of right now.”

“Sounds very interesting, and I think I’ll be able to help realize all of them over time and maybe a few you haven’t thought of yet.” Bob said.

“Would you like to be my slut? But you must be willing to do whatever I say, in order to get to suck my cock and swallow my load.” With out waiting for an answer he continued, “If you are willing to become Little Bob’s slut then put your head on my stomach and give Little Bob a big sloppy wet kiss with those pussy lips of yours.”

Listening to his words caused a stir in my groin as my cock started to grow again. I looked up at him and he said, “Your call dude, but once your committed your mine.”

I rested my head on his stomach and watched my hand stroke his cock for a few minutes as I thought about it. Then I leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock in my mouth. With my left hand I reach down and started to gently squeeze and fondle his balls. After a few minutes I moved around between his legs so I could get at his cock easier. For the next 10 minutes I made love to his cock with my mouth and tongue. His slimy precum was coating the inside of my mouth and I knew he was getting close.

I felt his hands on the back of my head as he started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. My tongue swirled around his cock for just a few minutes longer then I felt his cock grow even larger. As I heard Bob groan, I felt his cock twitch several times in my mouth as he shoot his load down my throat. The thick creamy substance didn’t taste bad at all and I managed to swallow it all. I left my head on his stomach with his shrinking cock in my mouth so I could suck out the remains of his man juice.

“Wow, that wasn’t bad,” he said, “but you could use a little more practice.”

I pulled his cock out of mouth and said, “Thanks, maybe you’ll help me get some.”

We lay there silently for a while, just watching the movie. Me stoking his cock, and occasionally squeezing his balls. The black male actor on screen was trying to get his huge cock wedged up a good looking blonde’s ass. He finally got it in and was pumping away with his big cock and she screaming, Little Bob started to grow again. Within a few minutes it was at full staff.

Bob announced, “I’ll be right back.” He hoped up and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later his came out with a tube in his hand.

“Get on all fours. It’s time to see just how much of a real slut you really are.”

I got on all fours and spread my legs apart so Bob had easy access. The first sensation I felt was the cold of the lubricant as he massaged my asshole. After a minute or two I felt a finger slide into me, then another.

“When I was in college,” he said, “this young lady I was dating would let me fuck her ass whenever I wanted and I got addicted to it. But as luck would have it our relationship didn’t work out and that’s when I met Marge. We’ve had a wonderful sex life but she is lacking in several area’s that I really enjoy. One is sucking my cock, she doesn’t like to put it in her mouth and the other is butt fucking. We tried it once but she hated it. Now were going to see how you like it.”

With that he withdrew his fingers from my ass and crawled up on the bed behind me. He put his hand on my hips and leaned forward. I felt pressure on my asshole and then his cock penetrated me. He worked in a little, then stopped and held it there for about 30 seconds, then withdrew. He slowly thrust forward again, except this time it was a little further in and he did the same thing again. And he continued the process until I felt his balls against my ass.

When he first pushed his cock head into me I felt a little pain, but it subsided quickly. His cock felt huge, it was filling me up, stretching me. He was massaging my prostrate with each thrust and causing me to feel warm and tingly sensation down there.

When he was balls deep in me with his right hand he reached around and started playing with my cock. “You know your quite a sight. A grown man dressed in womens clothing with a real man’s cock buried up your ass.”

With that he slowly pulled his cock all the way out of me then slammed all the way in.

“Now your a real slut, your my slut. You are mine to do what every I want. Do you understand.”

He pulled out again and slammed it in again.

“Yes,” I whispered

He picked up the pace relentlessly fucking my ass, cussing me, calling me names, like slut and whore. After few minutes he slammed deep into me and held it there. I felt his cock expanded even more as he shot his load of man juice. The extra pressure was enough to set me off and I came all over a towel Bob had laid down. Then we both collapsed on the bed.

After a few minutes I got up to go to the bathroom. I was a little wobbly from my first fucking.

“Where you going,” Bob said.

“It’s getting late and our wives are going to be home soon. I think it time to get back to reality. We both need to clean up and get prepared.”

“Clean me up first.”

I got a Kleenex and took off his rubber. When I did I noticed most of his load was still coating his cock. I bent over and started sucking him clean, licking and sucking his cock and balls ensuring that not a single drop of his cum was left.

After finished I changed cloths, grabbed all my things and told Bob I’d talk to him later.

I got home cleaned up, put away my dress up clothes and made me drink. For the next hour or so I reflected on the days events.

Suzy came home and showed me all the things she’d bought and said she and Marge hadn’t completed there shopping trip and were going to go back out on Sunday.

“Do you mind if we go shopping again next weekend, maybe you and Bob can get together and do something,” she asked.

I just smiled and said, “No, I don’t mind.” thinking about the events of the day.