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Azraielle Pt. 03: A Job for Azrie 0 (0)

Having gotten caught up in the moment of preparation for her first hunt, Azrie didn’t realize it was still morning. She had a full day ahead of her before the nightlife began and young single humans brought their lust out looking to release the energy. Azrie decided to use this time to scope out her potential feeding grounds, and to search for a job to better fit in. Incidentally, the locations available to her served both purposes. Sadly, the night clubs weren’t open yet. She should probably take an accounting of what skills she could offer an employer. Growing up as a succubus surprisingly didn’t give her many salable skills. Well she had a few skills which would be quite salable, but the puritan culture of her current location eliminated many of those skills as a useful profession. She would never understand why humans could fuck for free, or be paid and fuck in front of a camera, but being paid and fucking without the camera was a crime. ‘Oh well,’ she thought, she could ponder that reality later.

Azrie spent the morning narrowing her search for employment. Both to allow her to keep a normal schedule at school to not draw attention and suspicion, and because of the high potential for traffic of lustful humans, she narrowed her search to the local nightlife. She scouted dance clubs and bars trying to detect residual lust to help further narrow her decision. One such club obviously saw a lot of traffic the night before as she was able to detect significantly more leftover lust than the other haunts in the area. She went in to talk about a job.

The manager was a middle-aged man who’d seen better days. She could sense his broken soul, torn asunder likely by some spider who had lured him into her trap. She could feel his unmet desires begging her to fulfill them. Years of hard work and his difficult marriage had destroyed this being. Yet, despite what Azrie could sense emanating from him he still seemed upbeat and presented a cheerful front for her. Another woman would have even noticed the pit of despair he hid from the world. Azrie wished she could help this soul regain some semblance of what he once was, but she suspected there was little that he would allow her to do for him.

“Do you have any questions?” he asked, running a hand through his graying hair.

“Yes,” she replied, “What would working here be like on a typical night?”

“Hectic,” he stated with a chuckle. “We are the most popular night club in the area, people line up around the block to get in. We haven’t had a night where we weren’t at capacity in years. As a bartender, you’ll likely serve about a thousand people over the course of the night. More if you start early, after closing once everyone is ushered out you’ll be expected to clean the club, restock the bar, count the tills, and so on. You’d likely leave between three and four in the morning each working night.”

This caused a sigh to escape Azrie. It would be very difficult if not impossible to bring home someone to provide for her that late in the evening. Not to mention she would be dirty from cleaning the bar, and she’d have classes just a few hours after returning home.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “While this opportunity would meet my most of my needs and probably be very profitable for someone like me,” this pulled a knowing chuckle from the manager, “I just wouldn’t be able to attend my classes or stay awake through them.”

“No hard feelings, it’s a problem many of our applicant’s face. If your schedule does change though we’ll be here. You are correct though, you would make a fortune in tips. Maybe another time.”

Azrie laughed internally, thanked the manager for meeting with her, and found the exit. Before leaving, she considered propositioning the man, but decided against it. She didn’t think he would take her up on the offer. And even if he did, his relief would be temporary, and he would inevitably suffer more for it in the long run. Azrie settled for gazing upon him momentarily with a deep sorrow and knowing pity.

The meeting taught her something she had needed to know though, it was unlikely a nightclub like that would suit her needs. She mentally removed the rest of the dance clubs from her search. She wasn’t left with much that provided access to horny individuals. As she was walking toward the next location she wanted to survey, she suddenly felt a powerful force coming behind a door which had a small almost unnoticeable sign on it. The sign read “Intrigue”. Azrie tried the door finding it unlocked and walked into a dark halfway. Giving herself a moment for her eyes to adjust she smelled the distinct odor of sweat mixing in the air, and she felt her pussy pulse to the rhythm of a dull base coming through the walls.

For the first time she could sense a cornucopia of desire and pleasure radiating from this place. Needing to explore further, she followed the hallway to a lobby with better lighting and the woman behind the counter welcomed her.

“What is this place?” Azrie asked, not sure what to expect.

“This is Intrigue” came the reply “The area’s premier underground adult entertainment facility.”

“This looks different from other clubs.” Azrie stated.

“Yes that’s because it is different. We have made arrangements to be able to provide less than conventional benefits for our clientele. For example, you saw the tiny sign out front? We also cannot advertise publicly. Which brings me to my question, how did you find us?” She asked with a slightly accusatory tone.

Not wanting to outright lie but also wanting to maintain her cover she answered, “I am job hunting, and I was walking to the next place on my list, when I noticed an odd door with a small sign. I felt like I needed to know what was here.”

“You must be from the realm then.” the clerk stated.

Azrie let out an audible gasp which she was unable to stifle before the clerk noticed.

She continued, “There are only two ways we can be found, either you are given a chip which reveals the door, or you were born with the ability to find it. I could smell a hint of the realm coming from you. You should learn to hide it better though. I wasn’t sure if you had been invited which could leave the same scent of the realm on you. Who if I may ask are you? We are usually notified of new Lecherous when they arrive.”

“I am Azraielle” she replied sheepishly not really wanting to reveal herself. She felt compelled though to provide the honest answer.

“Ahh, my princess, we were alerted you might be arriving.” she stated as she bowed clearly making Azrie uncomfortable. “I am Dianaclese, first Siren of the realm. How has your time on Earth been so far?”

“Call me Azrie, and lay off the princess please” Azrie had heard of the siren corps, though this was the first time meeting a siren. They were greater lecherous like herself and have sworn fealty to the throne. To her knowledge no siren had ever attempted to take the throne. As such, they were trusted by her father. He tasked them, she remembered, to provide cover and assistance to the Lecherous on Earth. “Really though what is this place?”

“Princes ahhh Azrie as you probably know, our purpose is to protect the lecherous on earth. This club and others like it, are the main way we execute that task. To the lecherous we provide a kind of… buffet if you will, whatever one is looking for, we can fill the need. Our membership consists mostly of humans. They come here to satisfy their desires, and we see to it a hungry lecherous is available to fill them. As far as the humans are concerned, this is a fetish club where they can enact their more deviant desires. The club keeps everyone’s identity and origin private. Only the lecherous know that more is going on here than just kinky sex. You mentioned you’re in need of a job?”

“I need to pass as human while I discover my abilities as a succubus. Part of my disguise requires me to attend college, so I need to remain available for that. I haven’t fed yet on Earth though. I was planning on finding someone tonight but, if there are people here, maybe I could fill my needs now?” Azrie stated.

“Egh, well I can offer you a job, and it will come with a cover if you need to tell anyone what you do or where you work, but I don’t detect any human lust in you. While I am certain you are probably struggling to control your thirst I can’t let you feast here. Not yet anyway. There is protocol to be followed when a virgin surfaces.

You are clearly dressed to hunt though, so I suspect you should have no trouble getting food tonight. You can only perfect things you have personally experienced on your own in the club. You need to learn and grow yourself. I know the rules sound arbitrary, but they are necessary in order for you to fit in with human society. It would be unsafe for you to experience something here and then take it out there. Even if I didn’t think the rules were a good idea, there are wards and protections here which will prevent you from using this place for new experiences.”

“I guess my father really wants me to work it out myself…” Azrie mused with no harsh feelings. She was the future of the realm, and she knew, more or less, that she would be walking a lonely road on Earth. “What can I do for you here? For work?”

“In the beginning you’d work this desk and help to arrange the needs of the clientele. The job is more difficult than it sounds because of the discretion required. Once you have gotten more experience, and I don’t mean working this counter, we’ll send you out with invites. The more humans we have coming through the more lust we can channel back to the realm.”

“Sounds reasonable, and I would have somewhere to go to keep up appearances. When can I start?”

“Tomorrow should work, I look forward to aiding your progress Princess” Diana added with a bow. Hopefully when Azrie was seeing her regularly she would drop the princess shit as she wants to ‘fly under the radar’ as the human’s say. Anyway, with her task for today complete Azrie decided to go find some dinner.

Azraielle Pt. 02: Getting Ready 0 (0)

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A.N. Chapters 2 and 3 have no sex in them, but I feel they are needed to provide setting and narrative background to get the plot rolling. Also I want Azrie’s actions and the sex which happens within the story to be done with a purpose. Because of this, I am planning on getting through chapter 4 released pretty quickly. I hope you are enjoying this journey.

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Azrie awoke in a strange place, mostly naked, and a little sticky. Startled, she jumped to wakefulness as her memory started returning to her. This is her new apartment, she is on her new couch. Suddenly she heard a loud moan and shot her head toward the sound. The TV was playing porn, and she saw two stunning women burying their faces between each other’s legs. A memory returned to Azrie, she was playing with herself last night. She came hard, very hard, and it must have knocked her out. Finally, she was making sense of the situation. She wondered if this feeling of discomfort was normal upon waking in a new apartment. The thought hung in her mind as she searched for her phone to turn off the porn. Azrie caught a whiff of herself and decided the phone could wait. She turned off the TV to prevent the sounds from riling her up again and headed toward the bathroom.

She shed her clothes leaving a trail from the couch she had slept on to the bathroom, still apparently engulfed by her morning haze. After testing the water Azrie got into the tub and let the water warm her skin. She picked up her loofah, applied her floral body wash, and began to scrub the evidence of her sweaty self-satisfaction from her body. She applied extra attention to her pussy, partly because it felt good and partly to make sure it was good enough to eat. Azrie still had a few days before classes would start, and she was feeling the thirst more strongly now. As she rinsed the soap from her body and the shampoo from her hair, she knew she was going to have to go hunting soon.

Azrie turned off the shower, got out of the tub and began to dry herself. All she could think of though, was making plans to stalk, seduce, and fuck her prey. She would have been concerned if she wasn’t so caught up in feeling the thirst. It was like some primal drive had taken her over since arriving on Earth. Somehow, a small part of her brain remembered she could control this. That part grew in her as she began to fight back against the thirst. It would never be completely gone, she knew, but she was happy to be able to suppress it as she regained her faculties. Azrie made a note to prevent her mind from wandering in the future. She would need to eat though. Absorbing the lust of a partner was the only way to temporarily sate the thirst.

She also knew if she couldn’t control the thirst it would be far more difficult for her to feast. Many of the lecherous succumbed to the thirst. She knew this was where the Human stories of Demons and Gods often came from. The difference between god and demon, she mused, was their appearance. Old looking bearded larger than life human shape, radiating power electrically? His name was Zeus. Red skinned and horned, radiating fire? That was the devil. Azrie knew they were, or had been anyway, members of the lecherous. Procreation among the lecherous could create a huge variety with the parents make up only slightly influencing the final product. Azrie was determined to be more Zeus than Satan but as a Succubus she needn’t have worried. Her primary almost defining ability was transformation. With practice, she could and likely would be the form the prey desired most. It was a human misconception that Succubi and incubi were merely male and female. In reality, it didn’t matter, succubi could just as easily take a male form to feed, and an incubus could be female. The difference between them was in how their powers manifested.

Succubi responded to the natural desires of their partners while incubi implanted new desires. Succubi fed off of wish fulfillment and incubi from new experiences. That brief lesbian phase in college just as often as it was a natural development, was implanted by a hungry incubus. Once the desire was implanted though, a succubus could fulfill that desire until it faded. She understood this as the balance. Similarly, the lust, which their bodies amplified and radiated, had a different effect. When an incubus was nearby, the prey felt more adventurous. It was not uncommon for an incubus to get fat, metaphorically, off of a spontaneous orgy that they had provoked. For succubi, the deeper and more hidden a desire was, the more energy they gained. The ancillary abilities they each had supported those roles. Well trained and practiced succubi were able to probe deep into the subconscious of their partners to pull on threads the prey often weren’t aware of.

Even the physical differences between these two types of lecherous spoke to their purpose. The succubi were more seductive and nurturing, while incubi were forceful and domineering. There were more lecherous, but succubi and incubi were rarer, and tended to have more innate power. The muses, for example, were capable of sparking an idea, but their power didn’t extend beyond that. The cupids caused attraction and pairing. Everyone had their purpose, including Azrie. Her purpose though was more clouded than the lessers though. This was further compounded by the nature of her existence as her father explained before she left. She resolved to define her own purpose, to make her stay on Earth her own, and to return to the realm after realizing her role.

The benefits of being one of the greater lecherous did have some downsides. One unfortunate drawback of being a succubus was she had an unlimited ability to feed. Her thirst could be quieted but never fully sated. There was no limit to how much lust she could take. She’d always be able to take more. And the more that she took the stronger she would become. Chuckling to herself she thought ‘Whatever will I do?’. While she could drain all the lust from a partner, it was a human misconception that this would lead to their death. At worst, they would be fatigued, but they would also gain a deeper well for their lust. In that regard she would need to be careful. She could accidentally create a human with desire comparable to one of the lecherous. Sex Addicts Anonymous is full of the victims of greedy, malicious, and incompetent lecherous.

Something had changed in Azrie upon arriving in the human realm, she noticed. She could smell, for lack of a better sensual descriptor, the sex happening around her. If she reached out she could feel a trickle of energy from somewhere. She slowly began to realize that someone nearby was fucking vigorously. The lust they were throwing off was giving Azrie her first taste of sustenance she hadn’t known she was missing. This appetizer of sexual energy set her mind to task. She became determined to drink from the sexual fountain and soon. Now, all she needed was to figure out how.

With that thought Azrie snapped back to the present realizing she was still naked and her fingers, acting autonomously, were rubbing her clit. The sex in the air caused her pussy to start dripping in anticipation. Azrie took control of her hands again and pulled them away from her pleasure center. Maybe feeling the need to be touched would give her some more encouragement to find someone to fuck her.

Her family’s lesser servants had prepared the apartment for her stay here. She was happy to find that included a full wardrobe. Her closet and drawers were stuffed with clothing. She seemed to have every kind of lingerie she could imagine, for every style of sex she could think of. There was leather which screamed domination to her, delicate lace for sensual encounters, and seemingly everything in between. There were dresses and skirts, shirts, blouses, and pants. She had Yoga pants and sports bras, and more panties, thongs, and bras than she knew existed.

Azrie began the process of planning what to wear. She rifled through the closet and found a tight black skirt which was just long enough to keep her covered but short enough people would stare just for the hope that they might catch what it would barely hide. To provide contrast to the skirt, Azrie selected a thin white tank top, with the plan that anyone who looked closely enough would be able to see the ghost of her black bra through the thin fabric. The bra had a matching thong that when she put it on, the G-string slid up between the cheeks of her ass to hide, giving her a shiver at the thought of someone removing it. Her pussy soaked the panties immediately.

Next Azrie selected a garter belt with a fresh pair of thigh high fishnet stockings. She strapped the suspension device around her waist, noting that it was clearly designed more for sex appeal than function. Cautiously, she pulled the stockings up her legs one at a time, careful not to tear or ruin the delicate items. She secured attached the hooks of the garters into the lace tops of the stockings. Satisfied they were secure Azrie pulled on the skirt happy to see the tops of her stockings appearing just below the hem of the skirt. As she walked, a hint of skin would appear just below the hem of the skirt, teasing at the treasure just a few inches up her thighs.

Next she put on her bra deftly clasping the hooks behind her. She adjusted her tits within the cups to ensure they were lifted just right. She could already see her hardening nipples pushing against the fabric of the bra announcing her arousal with small protrusions. Azrie then pulled the tank top over her head and discovered it ended just above her navel, revealing the start of her ‘happy trail’. The waistband of her thong rode out from under her skirt and gripped over her hips, assuring there would be no doubt as to what her prey would find under her skirt. She put on a casual jacket that was selected to call attention to all the exposed details, directing gaze from one asset to the next. Everyone would know she wanted to be seen and ogled, if they didn’t assume she was out on the prowl.

Azrie pulled her hair back in a tight brunette ponytail careful to leave a seductive strand to fall in front of her face. She found and applied the only piece of color her ensemble would have. Its purpose was to hint at the secret between her legs. It was bright and red and it forced the thought of her full lips wrapping around some part of her prey’s anatomy. The rest of her makeup was muted, making her lips the focal point of her face. When she caught someone looking at them, she planned to run her tongue along her lips spelling out her own desire and hunger.

Azrie was almost finished getting ready to dangle herself as bait. She needed one more piece to complete her ensemble. She was certain she specifically asked for this item but struggled to find it as she searched and searched. Just as she was about to give up and select different footwear, she found what she was looking for. In this world, and in the realm, there exists an idea called fuck me boots. Fuck me boots are sexy and signal that the wearer is practically ready to be plowed right here and right now.

If her lips put images of actions and parts unseen into the observers mind, fuck me boots are the cherry on top. To call these boots fuck me boots though, would be an offensive understatement to them. These boots rose to just above her knee. They fit the form of her calf perfectly flexing with her muscles, hinting of a hidden strength. The boots laced up the side, but the laces are a trap. Spotting the laces would force your eyes on a journey, throwing gasoline on the fire of lust likely already felt. Your eyes would be forced to follow the lace down the boot. Along the trail you would find windows of skin beneath the boots chained in black fishnet and satin ribbons.

Every four inches you’d be attacked by a metal buckle which begged you to strap the wearer down and ravage her, the buckles seeming to be purposely built for restraint. Before you reach the center of her shin, you’d know those boots weren’t coming off. They would be, no they needed to be, wrapped around your waist leaving subtle marks as reminders of your adventures between the legs the boots encased. As your eyes took you farther down the down boot, you would reach the top of the 5-inch stilettos propping her up, telling a story contradictory to the buckles. Assuring you that your submission was guaranteed the moment she walked into your vision. If you were able to continue gazing at the leather genital traps, you’d reach the toe, revealing a point so sharp you’re certain she could pull a single atom from reality and make it her bitch. What you won’t know until after she has fed upon your lust, is the moment you saw the boots you had already been captured.

Long before her prey had the realization, Azrie would know the boots had worked their magic. These boots didn’t beg to be fucked like fuck me boots would. These boots caused the observer to beg to fuck her just to be released from their treacherous grasp. Azrie herself fell for the boots when she saw them. She is aware of their spell, the difference is, Azrie wields the power, and you succumb to it.

With the final piece of black leather added to the sexual demon, Azrie gazed into the mirror, and she was at once certain that she wouldn’t be alone tonight. Azrie was sexy before, but now she was the ultimate sexual creature, and she was determined to feast on some lucky human tonight. With her final confidence check complete Azrie left the apartment and headed out to find hunting grounds.

Azraielle Pt. 01: Azraielle Arises 0 (0)

“It’s time child.” Salazar opined. “You have come of age and surely you must be feeling the thirst.”

“I don’t know for sure father. I have felt I am missing something though.” Azraielle replied.

“That’s how it starts and soon you will start to feel weak and need much more time to rest. I was nearly your age when I first felt it” the ancient incubus explained. “You must go to the human realm and fulfil your purpose as a succubus and future ruler of the lecherous.”

“Yes Father”. What else was a young, well young by succubus standards, succubus to do. Salazar is quite old and powerful. He has survived for over a millennia and is loved by the lesser lecherous. He is so powerful he is able to pull the energy he requires as sustenance without ever leaving the realm. Azrie, however, has not yet gained his level of ability. He was correct though, Azrie has been aching for something and its pull is overwhelming.

“What am I to do in the human realm?” She asked, still somewhat unsure of how to fulfil her purpose.

“You must feed on the lust and sexual energy of the humans. To be more blunt you must fuck them. This is how the lecherous survive. The humans call us demons. A bit racist if you ask me… they don’t understand that we maintain a balance in the world. We take their lust, amplify it and return to them. Without us they’d lose all desire to sleep with each other. They would go extinct. And while we’d still survive, we would be gravely weakened.” He explained.

Azrie knew this already. She wasn’t asking for a lesson in history or the great weaving. She is very rare, most lecherous are born with the instinct for acquiring their sustenance. It’s innate to them. Azrie though, while knowing about the mechanics, does not feel the instinct. She has no practical experience in the seductive arts. She has never even tried to get someone into bed. Let alone what to do when she has this willing participant there with her. She is what the lecherous refer to as virgin. Her knowledge of sex is strictly academic. The lecherous have something similar that they can experience with each other but its not, well it just isn’t sex with a human.

“Father I understand our role in the universe, but I.. Well.. You see father” she stammered.

Interrupting, Salazar nurtured, “I know that you are virgin. Being born to replace me you could be no other way. I have naturally sired many of the lessers however, you are different. In order for you to have the most potential, a chance at being the strongest to live, my knowledge was kept from your conception. The instinct is usually passed on from parents to their young. It is very limited though and cannot grow beyond what it is at birth. You, like myself, were born an empty vessel. You will know a great and growing power the lessers cannot imagine.”

This was new information. She had been studying and learning for almost 50 years and this had never come up. “Why am I only learning this now?”

“Because now is the time for you to learn. You will be traveling to the human world to develop your own instinct. Should you fail your studies, and prove unfit to rule, I will fill you with the instinct I would give any other Lecherous. You will retain your mind but your ability will stop growing. You have demonstrated the preliminary qualities we look for in a successor. The final and most difficult challenge will be developing your own instinct to test against mine when the time comes.

I cannot give you any prior knowledge, you must discover for yourself what is going on in the realms, and how you will deal with it. Many of my rivals through the ages failed to unseat me due to arrogance. Most Lecherous do not know the steps each successor must progress through to sit on the throne. Because of that, none of them have been able to match my power. Many have been strong but none, as strong as you will become. You are the next in an unbroken line which has ruled since we were born of the lust which developed within the earliest prehumans. It has been this way because of the methods we employ.”

“I suppose I can see the wisdom in that,” Azraielle replied, still unsure of how to proceed.

“Little one, I have one final lesson that you must understand. You can still fail but when it is time for you to take the throne, I will be unable to stop you. Now, you must go and begin your practical education.”

Without Azrie realizing it, Salazar had been leading her to the portal while they talked. “Go and discover your talents. Learn new abilities and become the queen of the next generation.”

Azrie nodded and stepped into the portal. When she next became aware, Azrie was in a vehicle and had arrived in the human realm. No, it’s called Earth she reminded herself.

Azrie began to notice someone talking to her at the edge of her attention. Startled when she realized it was her driver trying to get her attention. “Yes?” She pondered.

“We’re here, miss.” The driver stated.

“Oh, uh, thank you” she stated as she exited the Uber so lost in thought she didn’t remember entering it. As far as she knew, the portal deposited her in this car on its way to her destination.

She could hear the driver mutter something as she closed the door. Something about a rating. The lecherous did use modern human tech, and being the daughter of the king came with a few benefits. For one, she had an essentially unlimited bank account. A thousand years of investments carefully selected by a couple of very accurate sages provided ample opportunities to grow wealth. Salazar had amassed wealth so great she’d want for nothing. Well nothing except for the lust. People would notice if a new dilettante arrived from nowhere though so a large part of her training was in learning to blend as an average human. The first thing she had learned was some transformation. In theory, she could mold her body into just about anything she wanted to. In practice though, she was having enough trouble hiding her wings and tail.

She’d arrived at her apartment. A small thing which belied the depth of her wealth. The epitome of the standard one bedroom apartment in Everycity, USA. The kitchen was more an extension of the living room but with inexpensive linoleum tile beginning where the beige carpet ended. The floor plan claims there is a dining room but you’d be hard-pressed to actually find it. Opposite the door to the apartment the living room had a short hallway. Arguably completely unnecessary, but most humans don’t want their guests walking through their bedrooms to use the restroom, so there were three doors in the hall. One door to the aforementioned bathroom, the door at the end led to her bedroom and across from the bathroom a small linen closet. Technically this is a palace for your average 21 year old college student, which is the façade that Azrie was going to uphold. The place was furnished by Ikea, and she could imagine the lessers assembling the flat pack furniture, attempting to decipher the usage of an Allen key. One of the smarter ones would take the responsibility of keeping the tools out of everyone’s orifices.

The most expensive item in the room was the 65-inch flat screen. It’s a bit obscene in the otherwise muted decor, but she justified it as an educational tool. While Azrie is aware that porn and rom-coms aren’t true to life, there will be something to learn there. Speaking of, now that she is mostly settled Azrie has become acutely aware of a need touched. By her estimate it’s been almost a day since her last release. In preparation for this adventure she made sure to get a PornHub Premium account. Being a succubus, she craves quite a bit of stimulation.

Azrie fell cautiously onto her new couch, pulled out her phone, and opened the PornHub app. Quickly she selected a film from the banner, curious as to what a ‘Girl Scout Cookie’ is and how it is going to lead to sex. She sat back and started to relax as the apparent Girl Scout with huge breasts rang the doorbell of some random home.

The man of the house answers the door and Azrie’s hand begins to massage her tit while the other hand explores her thigh. She finds the lace top of her stocking and slides her skirt up to give her a little better access. As her hand reaches her soaking pussy, she remembers that she’ll need to wear panties in the future. Juices dripping down her legs are normal at home. In the realm there is never a lecher far away, but she suspects on earth no one will just start licking her clean.

On the screen somehow the homeowner’s cock has been unsheathed and the Girl Scout is ogling it with trepidation in her eyes. Azrie imagines what that nine inch monster would feel like sliding down her throat as she attempted to suck every drop of cum from it. At this thought her finger splits her labia and begins to slide around her opening. As she is christening this apartment, she intends on taking her time.

The Girl Scout seems to have taken a different route than Azrie would have with Monster Cock. The Girl Scout’s top has disappeared and her spit lubed tits have his cock between them, thrusting toward her chin. The image and subsequent thought of his cock thrust toward her threatening to douse her face and chest in cum caused Azrie to aggressively pinch her erect nipple. Discouraged by the limited feeling of her gentle self-abuse, she stopped fingering her pussy long enough to remove her top. This time the pinch on her nipple atop her luscious breasts sent a shiver down her body.

The Girl Scout, it seems, has worked up a bit of courage and on this thrust of his cock she caught his head in her mouth. The surprise pulls a moan from Monster Cock as the Girl Scout slides her face toward his navel, inching his shaft deeper into her mouth. Azrie suspects she has done this before as she sees the tell-tale bulge in Girl Scout’s throat from a cock so deep in her face she has actually swallowed some of it.

Azrie’s fingers plunge into her pussy sending her a short wave of pleasure. She decided that her fingers weren’t enough for a pussy which has gone untouched for as long as hers has. She pulled a large blue vibrator from her bag and turned it on. Azrie began by massaging the head of the toy into her clit causing her to squirm. She then turned what remained of her skirt into a belt to remove the final obstacle between her and stuffing her cunt. Her soaking pussy felt the cool breeze of the air conditioning now that it was completely exposed. To prevent herself from getting a chill she slammed the vibrator hard into her pussy. At the same time, Monster Cock has lifted the Girl Scout’s skirt and forced her over the arm of a couch. He pumped her hard from behind and every moan and scream is matched by one from Azrie as she adjusts to follow his pace. She thrusts her vibrator deep and fast into her, as she builds closer to her release.

Azrie turned the vibrator up, needing more power, and furiously rubbed her clit with her other hand. She sensed that Monster Cock was getting ready to explode into the Girl Scout, and she ached to match him, to cum with him and share in their pleasure. She was getting ever closer to her edge as she watched Monster Cock drill into the Girl Scout. The instant Monster Cock let out a gasp, signaling his release, Azrie tipped over the edge and began shuddering powerfully. She watched as Monster Cock pulsed from his orgasm and his member began spewing cum into the Girl Scout. The visual stimulus and the ever steady thrusting of her toy sent her further into the throes of her orgasm. She clenched down on the vibrator to squeeze more pleasure as she rode the wave of her pleasure. Monster Cock pulled out of the Girl Scout and brought his huge load with him. It was dripping from her barely legal pussy, and at that moment Azrie wished she could suck the cum from the Girl Scout’s slit.

Girl Scout reached a hand between her legs and collected the fluid mixture on her hand. She seductively sucked the combined cum from her hands causing Azrie to sample herself. Her pussy juice is a sweet nectar, as usual. Swallowing her own wet sent her flying, unexpectedly, into a second orgasm. This had not happened to her before. Not that she is complaining as her vagina pulsed with pleasure forcing the vibrator out of her.

When she finally came down from her ride and landed back on earth she wondered where the second orgasm came from. Later, she will put together the power she has just discovered, but for now it is a mystery to her. The long day and multiple orgasms finally caught up with her and claimed her consciousness for themselves. She fell asleep so quickly, she was unable to clean herself.

Azraielle Pt. 08: Preparations 0 (0)

‘Having a door that can deliver you anywhere in the world was pretty convenient,’ thought Dee, as she approached the entrance of the largest Adult Novelty Shop in the world. Well, that’s what the sign said anyway. To its credit, it was well stocked.

Dee’s pussy began to dampen just about when Azrie told her about catching Steve’s scent. She continued to get wetter as the story unfolded. Dee was still wet. Intrigue, though, was uniquely prepared for that situation, considering what went on there. By the time Azrie finished the tale, Dee’s panties were see-through, there was a damp spot in her skirt, and she had to clean a snail trail from the chair she was sitting on.

Dee went through this enough at the club that she just kept a change of clothing at the club. So, she’d gone to the employee locker room and changed. Dee didn’t bother to put on new panties. She had a plan. She was getting herself a present, and she was planning on fucking herself until she passed out. Hence, the toy store.

Dee walked through the entrance of Pleasureland. The name of the store was appropriate. It was like a big box store that fucked a porn shop and had a baby. That baby then grew up to be the best of both of its parents. The store was full of toys and porn as far as the eye could see. It was the only place that Dee knew of where you could buy a ten-pack of dildos.

The porn section had diminished a lot from what it used to be, she remembered. The internet had been responsible for that, but that just meant more room for toys. Dee realized she had made a mistake though, she was spectacularly horny, and she went into a place selling relief. She had gone shopping while hungry, and she wanted it all.

Gathering her thoughts, Dee considered what she actually wanted tonight. She wandered around the store, looking to see if anything grabbed her attention. Dee felt that what she really wanted was a dick, a real one, but that would be too risky. Because of the allure, she always ran the risk of getting someone attached to her. Once under the spell of the allure, it took a very long time to wear off so the poor sap could get back to his life and leave her alone. Honestly, it wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t become totally bimbo-ified. They were useless other than a ride, and even then, they were way too infatuated to do the things Dee needed.

Dee was aware of a few sirens who enjoyed that and kept their pets, but they were unreliable for Dee. Occasionally Dee would find someone who was particularly resistant to the allure, and she defended those relationships viciously. She was currently running a little short on that front. Eventually, they all got into relationships, or she lost her attraction to them. She was a bit jealous of the Succubi for not having to deal with that. She could only feed when she was sure she wouldn’t lose control. Tonight she was going to lose control.

That thought gave her some insight into what she would need. Her thought process went something like this. First I need something which can go all night, so no batteries. Whatever she got was going to plug into the wall. Second, when she was completely turned on, relaxed, and soaking, she was going to need something which would expand and stretch her to her new measurements. Finally, she was going to need something which would work in multiple positions.

Dee had wanted to get a sex machine for a while now, and one would meet all her requirements. A swipe of her Credit card later, she had a fucking-machine with variable speed, a hot-swap dildo, and it was very adjustable. She also had a bag full of dildo attachments varying in size.

She began to get wet again as she was picking out her evening’s entertainment, and as she walked out of the store, she could feel it starting to drip down her thigh. Dee found her door and took it to her apartment. The second the door closed, she started stripping off her clothes and getting ready. She was giddy with excitement and started recounting Azrie’s tale.

Mean Girls’ Torture Club 0 (0)

Introduction:

Five girls’ fun is one boy’s hell

They’d found him through an online Christian dating site. Nineteen years old, a virgin in spite of being drop dead gorgeous. They loooved hot virgins. Said he was looking for the right girl to have his first time with. Real clean cut and innocent, though this hadn’t stop him from sending a nude pic complete with his lovely erect penis when “Candy” had asked for it.

The pic was the deal breaker: he was about to meet the wrong girls.

So they’d set up a date. They had sent Sarah, the youngest of them with the innocent face and the curly, semi-long, strawberry-blonde locks. She’d met him, her tattoos carefully hidden by long sleeves, at a cafe downtown. She had used all the skills learnt in high school drama classes beguiling him. Her guise made her look perfectly innocent, save maybe for her long, black-painted nails.

She’d led him through an empty alley where their van was waiting. They’d jumped him then, stunned him, and packed in the van, and driven away.

And here he was now, in the play room in rich Debbie’s basement. Stripped and strapped securely to their favorite torture table, spread-eagled on his back and gagged. A sight to behold! He’d said that he did gymnastics, and boy did he have the bod show for it! Not a drop of excess fat on that muscular frame. Tall and tan, almost no body hair, with a beautiful, angelic face. Put simply: hot as fuck!

And here were they: a pack of she-devils, about to despoil an angel.

The five women around him examined their prey with pleasure. His big cock stood erect with the foreskin pulled back, glistening with oil. It stayed upright by a thin wire running around the base and around the balls, fastened to a loop at foot of the table. Ready for attention. The drug they used on their victims not only resulted in an involuntary erection, but caused a powerful non-volitional state of arousal.

Guess you could say that he was in a very vulnerable state! And utterly helpless to stop what was coming.

He struggled against his unforgiving restraints as the women came nearer. He could no doubt see it in their eyes that he was in big trouble.

Steph was the first to take his hard cock in her hands, wrapping long and supple fingers around the large glans. Tess and Sarah on each side of him started playing with his nipples. A wicked smile came upon Steph as, with a moan, the boy tensed against the leather straps keeping him firmly in place. She felt a glow spread out from between her legs as she watched his sexy abs flexing, felt the head swell in her grip. Tess and Sarah giggled, pinching the nipples with long fingernails. He whimpered, drawing noises of amused pleasure from the women.

Steph looked behind her, at the two tables where their toys lay. The table closer by contained the usual instruments: candles, an array of whips, a studded sound, nail files, violet wands, electric flyswatters, an electro-shock sound device, pinwheels. Then, on the farther table, the toys they used when they were feeling particularly nasty—and these days they almost always did. Beeswax candles, sandpaper, a higher-voltage electroshock machine complete with a sound, needles, a couple of soldering irons and a hair-straightener.

She looked back from the implements of torture to its object. She marveled at the miracles of modern medicine as she slowly and deliberatly twisted her fingers up and down the head of the engorged sex organ. Once they’d be done with it, it’d be bruised, welted, burned, and quite possibly bleeding, but still as rock-hard as now. In between there, they’d make him cum hard against his will. Several times.

Those restraints would sure get their use!

Raven-haired Alessa came over to the other side from Steph and grabbed his balls. She caressed them, then gave a good squeeze so that he twitched with a muffled gasp. She smiled. Alessa liked playing with balls, and she didn’t play fair.

While his nipples and genitals were well tended to, Debbie, Alessa’ aunt, her thick black hair done in a tight bun, walked over to the toys. Quietly humming to herself, she was going through the whips to pick one. She was the oldest of them, like fourty-five or so, and quite likely the most sadistic. They all were, of course, but she took extra sort of pleasure in the causing of pain itself, loved the act of hurting a helpless man. And with her taste in very young men, she was like the auntie from hell! She was the mastermind behind their operation, and its primary architect. She had the place, and had more or less designed all the torture methods they applied.

The second most sadistic was no doubt young Sarah. That girl was a true connoisseur of the male physiology, in spite of her age, a true expert in its most sensitive aspects. She loved to torture cocks. Well, who didn’t, of course, but the look of sheer delight on her face when she got a nice big one to play with . . . well, you could have sworn there was nothing else she liked doing better. Which, of course, was probably dead on.

Tess was in many ways similar to Steph herself. There was the appreance of course: both tall and lean with a perpetual tan, except Tess a green-eyed blonde and Steph a brunette with chocolate eyes. Each had those long-and-slender fingered hands, only Steph kept her nails fairly short where Tess kept hers long like Sarah and always perfectly manicured. She generally painted them white to contast with Sarah’s black.

Of course, like Sarah, Tess as well as Steph liked getting their hands on some juicy cock. And they liked causing pain and discomfort as much as the next girl. But they shared a main kink, which was forced orgasms. It was a special sense of power: to be able to overrun a man’s will, being in control of his most intimate aspect and use it against him. Seeing him try in vain to hold back then cross the point of no return, listening to his helpless moans, watching him shaking. Feeling the cock twitch powerlessly in your hands as it surrended. Then mercilessly continuing to work it as he whimpered and begged into his gag and spasmed uncontrollably in his binds. Turning pleasure into torture.

Just thinking about it, Steph’s twist had gotten more deliberate. And with the attention on the nipples and the balls, it seemed as though the boy was already struggling to hold back. Realizing what he was doing, she relented. It was too early for that. A good torture session needed careful structure so as to build proper tension. She settled on running one finger slowly all around the oiled surface of the nicely shaped head. That seemed to be plenty for now. He was breathing heavily, toned pecs heaving. The girls shared looks and grinned.

“Well,” Debbie said as she walked over, stiletto heals clicking. She’d picked a cat ‘o nine, the tails draped over her left hand. “Did we bring him all the way here to make him feel comfortable?” As if that were how he was feeling! She jerked her head. “Alessa, Steph, and Sarah, choose whips. Tess, you’re first on nipple duty. Steph, won’t you be a dear and light some candles?”

They did as told, then taking their places around the awaiting victim. Sarah was grinning like a little girl in a candy shop (except a lot more vicious!). She was down to her sleeveless top now, her arms tattooed from shoulder to above wrist. Biting her lower lip, she ran the tip of her chosen riding-crop up and down the impressive length of the boy’s cock. She looked down at him, met his eye and gave a wink.

“Alright,” Debbie said. She’d wound the cat all the way behind her back, holding the tips the tails with her left hand’s fingertips. “On my go”.

The others readied their whips, Tess catching the boy’s nipples between her nails.

Debbie’s left hand fingers loosened just a bit before she said, “Go!”

Then began the smacks and the whimpers and the giggles.

———

After the third coating of candle wax was whipped off his genitals, their beautiful victim was already sweating in spite of the cool basement air. This did not stop him from shivering as well. Or was it trembling? Steph could never get such distinctions straight. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed as if trying to escape anywhere but here. It was cute! After all, they had only finished with the warmup round! Then she supposed he was hardly the first one.

Debbie told Tess to re-oil his cock, to clean off the last black and red residue specs of wax and to make it nice and slippery again. She happily got to it. The attention seemed to put some life back into him as well. Steph had been ildly running her hand over the muscles of his upper body, and now they flexed again. Strong and subdued. It was so fucking hot!

Watching Tess’ eager hands’ meticulous work and the gleam in her eye, Steph knew that the girl’s mind was traveling the same routes as hers earlier. Toward forced orgasms. As Tess then noticed Steph watcing, she grinned kind of bashful. Then she switched to using her nails on the glans. Smiling, Sarah joined her in this, as this was their typical shared routine. The reaction from him to this kind of attention was predicable — albeit very satisfying, as evinced by the young ladies’ big grins and the immediately increased intensity of their work.

Debbie walked over, applying oil on the studded sound. She nodded at his twitching. “Good, girls. Keep that going. Steph, take the nipples, please.”

Steph likewise was happy to comply. She positioned herself at the head of the table. The way the table was designed was to keep you as immobile as possible. With a strap around the neck and the fixed gag, the boy could turn his head only marginally. So she rested her breasts over his face as she reached for his nipples. The vibrations from his noises would tickle pleasantly. In fact, as she was quite physically aroused, even feeling her breasts on him felt really hot. He stirred underneath them, quietly moaning, and she grinned dreamily.

The reactions and vibrations then intensified quite bit, as Debbie took a firm grip on the base of the boy’s cock and unseremoniously rammed the sound inside his urethra, sinking it in deep. She twisted it around a while, then started to move it up and down in a circular motion. All the while he bucked and spasmed and whimpered and begged. The younger women each kept their own duties going, while making various noises of amusement and pleasure: cooing, sighing, snickering, laughing. The combined psychological and physiological stimulation was causing Steph deep euphoria.

Alessa, having observed the goings for a while, then came and attended to his balls again. She caught each in one hand and kneeded them in between her fingers with varying hardness.

Soon the boy seemed to grow resigned to the situation, becoming less spastic and more uniformly tensed against the restraints, altough still with twitches at steady intervals. It was fun trying to bring those about. His sexy body utterly at their mercy (or lack thereof), they were loving every second! With a lip-biting smile, Tess traced the shape of his hard abs with her left hand index finger while continuing to work on the cockhead with the nails of the other hand. Sarah seemed mesmerized by her part, using both hands now. Debbie was her usual firm self, although that cruel little smile on her red-painted lips spoke volumes. Her eyes were shining! Alessa seemed to more or less take after her aunt, handling his testes with cool composure and a slight cruel twist of a smile.

This treatment went on for many wonderful minutes. Perhaps slightly less worderful for him. He should have been glad to receive such avid attention from lovely eager ladies! If he was then he certainly hid it well. The wealth of emotion he was showing seemed to be of a vastly different quality. Steph was actually quite surprised he did not cum, as so many boys in his position would have. Especially with the added nail stimulation. It wasn’t pleasure, of course, but rather an automatic bodily response to the intensity of sensation. Not that it was even the goal of the treatment, just a fun little side-effect.

After a while, Tess and Sarah switched from their nails to pinwheels. Alessa joined them in this. While a relatively tame instrument in itself, in the right context it could be quite an evil little device of torment, especially when applied with skill and especially when it was more then one at once. So while the boy’s cock continued to be penetrated, the spiky wheels circled all over the sensitive head, wicked expressions on the faces of their wielders.

After the wheels came the turn of the nail files. The three women alternated between rasping the sensitive contours of his glans and using the files to give it little flicks every now and then. His dislike if this seemed to be on par with their like of it.

While the young women tested different instruments and approaches, Debbie kept a steady rhythm, madly focused as if it was her holy duty to rape his cock hole.

Steph was almost jealous of them, but then she was also having a good time with her tits on his face. And there was a different sort of intimacy in playing with his nipples. It greatly added to the sensation, as there was a connection between them and the penis. Made everything feel more for him, intensifying the experience and giving it a more whole-body quality. Increased the overall sense of invasiveness of the treatment, increased vulnerability. At least that was her understanding of it, based on her own experience. And while some claimed that nipples did not work for boys they did for girls, what she’d seen made her not buy any of that.

Plus from this perspective she could admire her friends work. Their dedication, skill, and the great pleasure they took in torturing this helpless sexy young thing in their hands. His beautiful suffering. It was all quite lovely.

After some more minutes, Debbie stopped fucking the cock and set the sound aside. Adding more oil, then, she took the whole cock for herself, firmly stroking it with both hands. Her handjob was as artless as it was relentless. The young women watched in something like awe as the boy was obviously soon about to come. His animal instincts were telling him to arch his back but the restraints kept him flat against the table, muscles nevertheless working of their own accord. He breathed in gasps around his whimpering, shaking more intensively as the inevitable climax neared. A goddamn hot display! Trying to apply Debbie-like relentlessness to working his nipples, the supremely aroused Steph felt as if she could have come herself.

By the time his cock started to squirt out Debbie’s, stroking had gone from firm to rough. Semen came in a couple of bigger surges, the rest leaking down Debbies tight-squeezing fingers. The table creaked as the boy struggled with mighty futility, the sound erupting from deep within from his throat impressively primitive. In his gag, he was trying to repeat, “please, please, please”. Or perhaps it was “stop, stop, stop”? He had already tried both. It was great when they begged!

Neither the begging nor the orgasm slowed Debbie’s grinding hand, pumping the swollen cockhead without remission. The boy’s nipples stretched as Steph rolled them hard in between her fingers. Everyone stared mesmerized at the spasmodic boy, their hands fondling his flexed muscles.

Finally Debbie relented, releasing the cock which remained standing up as hard as ever. The drug keeping the boy in its thrall despite the climax.

“There, that’s first,” Debbie said, satisfied. The first time ever for him, been made cum by a woman’s hand, and the first one of the evening. “Hand me a candle, please”

Sarah handed one out to the woman, and without further ado she started to drip more wax onto the big, hard cock. This fired him up again, and the muffled sqeals of pain held a different color of urgency than the noises from the other stimulation. Post-orgasmic senstitivy made those nerve-endings nice and receptive.

Debbie glanced up at Sarah, saw the girl’s hungry look, and grinned. “You grab one too.”

Happily smiling, Sarah quickly snatched one off the table. She joined Debbie in assaulting the whimpering, twitching boy’s beautiful penis with the burning wax. Debbie let her finish with it, and once the organ was caked over, said, “Ok, girls. Use the files to get the wax off. Here.” She came to take Steph’s place. “You help them.”

With Debbie in the nipples, they set to do as told, the four eager young ladies. Working the waxed cock with the nail files. Steph took a hold on the shaft near the base, enjoying the feeling of it expanding and contracting as the cock responded to the stimulus.

“Once you’re done,” Debbie said. “Another coat.”

They grinned.

After the futilely struggling boy’s sex organ was cleaned off the wax, then, the four women took candles and poured more on it. His reactions remained delightful. This coating they took of with the combined force of the nail files and some whips. Afterward, they oiled the cock again and went at it with more pinwheels. The more raw and sensitive he got, the more effect those things seemed to have on him.

They were still busy with the wheels, as Debbie let go of his nipples and went over to the implement table. She picked up a multi outlet from the floor and started plugging in the violet wands.

As the girls saw this, nastly smiles came upon them all. Time to up the intensity a little.

Time for a little electricity!

The boy had taken the electro-torture really well. Well, for him, of course meaning terribly—but the girls sure had had a fun time! As with the whips and wax earlier, it was evident that he was a real wimp about pain. Too bad for him. And too good for them!

They had used both the electric flyswatters and the violet wands on him. His reactions to their attentions had been really precious: the spasms, the twitches, the hopeless attempts to avoid the girls’ shockers as they’d greedily covered his genitals with their buzzing, crackling kisses. And of course all his adorable noises. The poor hottie just could not keep from begging! Even when it should have been obvious that those only further encouraged his tormentors.

Steph had repositioned herself to sit on the boy’s face, her own toward the rest of him. She’d removed her underwear to feel his hot skin against her bare pussy. Her clit and labia pressed against the bridge of his nose, she was brought to the gates of heaven by his head’s shaking and the vibrations from his noises. It was only too bad the rest of his beautiful face was covered by her miniskirt. At least there was the rest of him to look at.

She was back on nipple duty, playing with the other one with her hand and the other with a violet wand, alternating the two between each nipple. Tess and Sarah worked on the cock, the former masturbating it while the latter switched back and forth between using a violet wand and a modified electric flyswatter to shock the tip. Sarah focused especially on the slit area. That was a particularly sensitive part of the penis, and his reactions sure did prove that. She grinned like a demoness at his muffled squeals from underneath Steph’s skirts.

The electricity from the two devices were of slightly different nature. The wand offered a more steady current whereas the swatter provided a sharp blow-like zap. The latter had been modified by removing the grid part so as to leave the handle with two thin electrodes at the end, making it more of a prod or a taser. A perfect little toy for cock torture!

Alessa then joined them, using a wand on the boy’s balls and anus. Seemed to add to the totality nicely, judging by the rising note in his whimpers. They carried on like this for some time, savoring his delicious agony, with Debbie standing over to the side, observing their work with a satisfied little smile in the corner of her mouth. It was the woman’s favorite sight, Steph knew: a beautiful, unwilling young boy, stripped naked and tied up helpless, sexually tortured by a group of eager sadistas.

Finally Tess got the whole cock for herself and, with a circling motion around the glans, forced their victim to the threshold of another climax, while Alessa kept attention on his balls. His reactions was on par with the previous forced orgasm, with the shaking and the noises, and Tess was all pearly-toothed grins as she exercised her dominion over the most intimate aspect of his body. His body was hers. His cock was hers. His orgasm was hers. To do with as she pleased. All this shone starkly in her eyes as they drank in the spectacle of his hopeless struggling. The expression on her face that of a cruel empress torturing her subject.

And so he came. And Tess kept on stroking. Her fingers twisted mercilessly around the head as she wholeheartedly enjoyed her supreme power over his body and soul. Steph was certainly enjoying the ride as well, rocking her soaking pussy against his face while tugging on his nipples. She even allowed herself a small orgasm from the boy’s writhing underneath her, but was still saving the best for later. With the reverberations from his noises, his face was the best fucking vibrator she’d ever used!

After some more twisting, Tess switched to using her fingertips, then the nails of both hand, raking them up and down the head. Soon Sarah joined her. They worked on the cockhead with their fingers and their nails for some time, then picked up the shockers again. With aid from Alessa, they spent another fifteen minutes or so electrocuting the sensitive glans.

Debbie then brought the electric sounding machine, applying oil on the probe. The smiling younger women gave her room as she came over. She turned on the dial and there was a soothing hum from the main unit. She then grabbed the cock and touched the probe on the slit, moving it up and down along its length without sticking it in. Electricity buzzed. The boy reacted appropriately. Then, with a small smile, she sank the buzzing probe in his urethra. He went rigid, a low sound of shock starting from his chest and adopting squealish quality as it reached his throat. Debbie turned up the dial, started to slowly fuck him with the probe. He trashed and moaned, and he begged. With Debbie’s prompting the other girls joined in with their shockers.

It was such fun! The cool basement room filled with the sounds of the proceedings: the buzz and crackle of electricity, the creaking of the table and the leather restraints with the boy’s futile struggles, the noises of helpless distress from him and of aroused merriment from the girls. Tess held the shaft of the cock with one hand and used a wand on its head with the other. Debbie kept fucking with the sound, turning the dial up every now and then. Sarah held her wand on the cock, with his other nipple pinched between the nails of her left hand. Steph played with the other nipple while using the wand likewise on the cock, switching every now and then to shock the nipple. Alessa had the modified flyswatter in one hand and a violet wand in the other. She used them alternatively on his balls, his anus, and (of course) his cock.

You could say that the boy was being very thoroughly stimulated!

The women took their time exploring all around his sensitive parts, his entire cock electrified. It being so nice and big, there was plenty of room for all, even during those moments when all shockers were focused on the glans. Shocked from within and without! The arousal effect of the drug, Debbie had explained, made it all the worse for him. Making it a sexual experience in a way – the most awful way, that was! Explained partly how intense torture often made guys cum. (It wasn’t for pleasure, that was for sure!) Tortured to an orgasm, what a terrible experience – or wonderful, depended from which end you were looking at it!

In any case, despite the intense stimulation, the boy did not cum. And after the ladies had had their fill of this particular entertainment, they decided to take a little break. Once Steph somewhat reluctantly rose off the boy, she found the top part of his face soaked with her pussy juice. Although she wondered if there weren’t tears mixed in as well.

The younger women stepped outside to share a joint, while Debbie stayed behind to ride the boy out of his virginity.

Outside air was cool and refreshing. The girls passed the joint around mostly in silence, with just a few comments on what a lovely time they’d had do far, how smoking hot their victim was and how pleasing his performance had been. And how glad they were there was still more ahead!

The weed was the sort of strain that got Steph really horny, and made her tingle all over. And by the time they returned to the basement, they were refreshed and eager to take the torture session to another level.

Debbie was just having an orgasm on the boy as they entered, and it likely wasn’t the first one. She rode him vigorously but also lovingly in some perverted sense. Like a mother raping her first born son. She used a riding crop to swat him, red stripes on his chest, belly, arms, and thighs. She had attached clamps on his nipples and they were joined by a chain. She held the chain in one hand like reins, the nipples stretched out. The boy did not seem to enjoy the ride quite as much as she did. Debbie’s underwear were placed over his face, and under them it seemed as though he was holding back cry. So cute!

The now pleasantly high girls gathered around their victim — taunting the boy, with their teasing hands all over his defenseless muscular body — while Debbie finished raping him. They let him know for the first time, verbally, how much they were enjoying playing with him, how beautiful he was and how exciting his pain and discomfort were, and how they were far from done with him. He had himself to blame. He just shouldn’t have been so gorgeous, and he definitely shouldn’t have gone playing with strangers online!

Maybe it was this that brought Debbie to another orgasm. In any case, it seemed to be a very good one!

When the lady was done, she rose off the boy’s cock. It was slick with her juices.

He was a virgin no more.

“So,” Debbie said, sitting onto his thighs, idly stroking the wet cock. “Anyone else want a go?”

The girls shared a look, and then the shyly grinning Tess raised her hand.

Debbie smiled. “Excellent!”

Biting her lip, Tess removed her leather leggings and panties and positioned the latter on the boy’s face, as Debbie took hers back. Then, inheriting Debbie’s crop, she climbed on him. A truly blissful expression came onto her face as her wet pussy devoured his thick, long cock. She started to rock back and forth. “Oh my God!” she moaned. The nails of her left hand biting into his peck.

It was fun watching Tess ride him, turning wilder as she went, swatting with the crop to accentuate her moans, his whimpers providing the background. And it was even more fun to participate! The girls did their best to increase the boy’s distress: with pinches and whips, raking their nails on him, playing with the nipple clamps, squeezing his balls. And then they took the shockers. Exploring all over his naked, vulnerable flesh.

“Careful so you don’t hit me!” Tess cried as Alessa went for his balls and anus with the modified swatter.

And once Tess came, the others took their turns on him. Everyone having a grand old time. Well, except maybe for the life of the party himself.

Last to go was Steph. She was practically shivering with lust by then! She put her panties on the boy’s face as the others had, climbing onto him. She grabbed the cock and rubbed the large head against her wetness. Her legs shook from the anticipation. Then she sank it in, her mouth coming open spontaneously. She felt herself getting filled, waves of pleasure swirling and surging all over her. Feeling his big tortured cock inside her, she almost came right away.

She held back and started riding. Leaning backwards, sinking her nails into his muscular thighs. Sarah and Tess removed the clamps and started using riding crops on his nipples. That was the last thing Steph registered before closing her eyes, and the world went away. Leaving only ecstatic pleasure.

She had no idea how much time passed before a furious orgasm shook her body. Everything went white in her eyes for a few minutes. Shaking from head to toe, she kept rocking herself on the nice hunk of meat as wave after wave of convulsing bliss engulfed her. When she opened her eyes, Tess and Sarah were grinning at her, while still landing bullseye swats on the boy’s reddened nipples.

“Welcome back,” Sarah said.

“Thank you,” Steph uttered through a dreamy smile.

As she then rose off his cock, Steph realized she was no less horny. It was both disappointing and relieving. Perhaps emphasis the latter, as she did not want this good time to end. Nor would it.

Looking at the handsome young man they had just taken turns raping, she felt an overwhelming desire to cause him even more anguish. To make him whimper and writhe. She wanted to make him suffer!

With a mean grin, she sat back onto his thighs and started to work his cock with both hands, trying her best to emulate Debbie’s earlier vigor. To her pleasure, the boy went rigid again. His cock must have been so sore by now! The grinning Tess and Sarah started to flick and pinch his nipples.

While the girls had fucked him, the boy had not cum once. But in Steph’s handling it was soon evident that another orgasm was forthcoming. It was also evident that he was not happy about this. And that was precisely how Steph wanted it. She kept a merciless rhythm. As his shaking and breathing then intensified with the nearing edge, she focused the twirling motion on the glans. It was so sexy to feel the head swell in her tight grip as he was about to cross over. Tess and Sarah were pinching his nipples aggressively. He whimpered.

And he came. And he came hard. It made him strain against his unforgiving restraints as intensely as torture had. Well, this was just another kind of torture, after all. The best kind, in Steph’s opinion. She kept unremitting attention on the cock, twisting vigorously. She was loving the feeling of his swollen flesh in her hand, loving his twitches and shaking, loving his muffled begging and whimpering, loving the sight of his struggling, of his sexy flexed abs which Tess and Sarah idly fingered while working his nipples… She was loving it!

He, not so much. And, glancing up, it didn’t seem her going to get any break, either. Debbie was already lighting the beeswax candles.

Steph kept the post-orgasm torture going a while longer, using different approaches in keeping attention on the hypersensitive cockhead. And when she finally stopped, she then grabbed the candle handed by Debbie.

Raising it over his penis.

———

After a few coats of beeswax (burning much hotter than regular candles), removed with sandpaper, the boy’s ever-hard cock was angry red, abraded in many parts. Wickedly grinning Sarah was toying with it with the tips of her nails. Dancing them up and down and around the head. And as expected, eventually Tess joined the girl.

Meanwhile, Debbie was setting up the electro-shock machine, her own design. It was one evil piece of boy-torture equipment! The device had various parts for different aspects of the male anatomy. The sounding unit, a long metal rod, of course went in the urethra. Then there was the metallic, dildo-shaped probe for the anus. There were large clamps for the testes and smaller ones for the nipples. And in addition to these, several long metal thingies with plastic handles – electrodes, Steph supposed. The way it worked was when one of the thingies was touched on something all parts fired up at once. The thingies, of course, were used on the various sensitive areas of his body. The whole thing made for one electrified experience!

Once it was all set up, Debbie flicked a switch and the main unit started to hum and buzz ominously. The sound brought smiles on the women’s lips, just as it seemed to agitate their lovely victim.

She then brought it closer, and started to set the boy up. The dildo in his ass. Clamps on his balls and on his nipples. And the sound down the length of his urethra. He did not seem to enjoy being set up this way. He would hate it when they started!

When everything else was ready, the women picked one electrode-thingy each, settling around the table. They watched him for a while, letting the anticipation build. The shared looks. It was almost as if everyone was too shy to be the first.

With a shrug, Sarah then went ahead. She touched the tip of her electrode on, no surprises there, his cock. As the metal touched on the lower end of the shaft, everything buzzed louder. With a muffled squeal, the boy jolted. Shock hitting several sensitive areas at once. Sarah grinned. Following her example, Debbie likewise touched the shaft. Same effect. Then Alessa. Then Steph. The boy whimpered. He started to shiver.

The women traded mean smiles.

And then they all went at once. Poking at the cock with the electrodes, as he squealed in his hoarse voice and struggled involuntarily. The started with the shaft, slowly, touch by touch, moving up until they reached the head. Then all five electrodes circled the glans. The cock twitching and swelling against the pain.

They paused, savoring the sight of him. Panting, shaking. Moaning as if about to cry.

Debbie turned the dial to increase voltage.

Then they continued.

—-

The boy came twice with the electricity! First time had been during the regular round. They haven’t even noticed anything from all his struggling and whimpering and crying, until they’d pulled out the sound and seen the semen. The second orgasm had been after they had stuck some needles into his nipples and into the cockhead and then continued with the electricity. Touching the needles with the electrodes in order to lead the current into his flesh. This second climax had been incredibly intense. Impossible to miss. The inversion of ecstatic pleasure. A pure paingasm!

He was pretty much all spent, doused in sweat, shaking and sobbing quietly. The bleeding had more or less stopped after the removal of the last needle, the ointment they rubbed on him having done its job. Seemed to have hurt quite a bit too, to their amusement! His penis smelled of alcohol after it. Steph stared at the lovely abused sex organ, while she absently played with one of the needles still piercing his nipples. The cock was sight to behold. Bruises. Welts. Burns from electricity and beeswax. Bleeding. And still hard as a rock!

And there was still the finale.

On the table behind her, the irons were heating. The soldering irons. The hair straightener. A smell of burning dust in the air.

Soon it would be the smell of something else burning!

Steph caught the head of the cock in between her fingertips. The boy spasmed against his binds with a whimper.

There was some more life left in him.

She grinned.

Lauren’s Valentine’s Gift – 2 0 (0)

They then lay together quietly for a few minutes until she giggled, “Mister, you’re not too bad in the sack. Are you a one and done kinda guy or can we anticipate more tonight?”

“Trust me, you are so sexy that I can promise you more fun,” he said as he gently stroked her back. A few more minutes later he gently asked if she had any particular desires and she responded that she really liked his tongue.

“Trust me, I liked it when we were screwing, but your tongue is a real gem. You might like my tongue, too. Interested?”

“Absolutely.”

“Interested in sixty-nine?”

Anthony had not engaged in sixty-nine since being with Lauren. She always felt that she couldn’t concentrate on both giving and receiving oral sex as the same time. She loved giving head, but not when he was trying to stimulate her. But now Sammi was offering something that Anthony had been missing for years. He was silently thrilled.

“Absolutely. I keep saying ‘absolutely,’ don’t I?”

“I figure the only way to keep you from saying it again is to get your mouth full of my lady bits. Here, let me turn around.”

For the next fifteen or so minutes they stimulated each other with licks, sucks and kisses until Sammi climaxed wildly as she held his cock just next to her cheek. Immediately upon finishing she turned her attention back to him and succeeded in bringing him to the edge and holding him there for what seemed like an eternity before she took him deeply in her mouth and swallowed vigorously as he came.

After a few minutes she turned back around and stretched out, lying on his front with her mouth tucked in his neck. They rested together with him gently stroking her back and she rubbed his chest. Neither seemed too sleepy as they lay there. Eventually she cleared her throat and asked, “You’re married, aren’t you?”

Anthony startled a bit and waited a few seconds before answering softly that he was. “Why do you ask?”

“I just thought so, that’s all. I am too, you know.”

“Oh.”

“Before you think I’m a bad woman or a slut, you need to know something. I have a wonderful family. Two kids, six and four. My husband is devoted to me, I know he loves me. And I love him. But I have come to the realization that he has a mild form autism. He is very reserved, very shy and has trouble emotionally connecting with others. It seems to be getting worse as he gets older. He works at home and makes a ton of money doing web design for large corporations but he almost never gets out, except to take the kids to school or such. He is very sweet and doting, but our sex life, well, I don’t think he has much drive at all. It consists of basic missionary once a week or so, if I’m lucky.”

“I see. Must be kinda tough.”

“You have no idea. Anyway, a couple of years ago my boss offered me a new position that involves quite a bit of traveling. I’m gone for two to four days every few months. On one trip I had a bit too much to drink and I ended up sleeping with a guy. It was a wild and crazy night but when I woke up the next morning, I felt guilty as sin. I ran from his room and went back to mine and cried for hours until I fell asleep. Once I woke up, I had a heart-to-heart talk with myself. I realized that I was a woman with certain needs that my dear husband, who I love very, very much, cannot provide. I then decided that I would have my sex on my terms on the trips, but at home I’d have the comfort and stability that my husband offers.”

“Does he know?”

“No, I don’t think so. He has certainly never asked. His condition prevents him from reading emotions at all well and from even realizing that I have needs that he can’t satisfy. So, I am very careful, I don’t get emotionally involved, I arrange to call him often so that he won’t worry, you know, things like that.

“I hope you are not offended that I basically used you,” she went on.

“No, I wasn’t. You’d be surprised to hear my story.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. My wife, well, she knows. I mean, she doesn’t know that at this very minute I’m in bed with you, she doesn’t even know that I’ve met someone. But she recently approached me to open up our marriage a bit. She really wants to have a little variety and proposed that we allow each other…”

“Basically, you guys allow each other to screw around?”

“Well, it isn’t quite so… What I mean is we have set up some rules and guidelines and we are each allowed to sleep with another person twice a year. But we can’t repeat and we have to do it on trips away from our home community. This was my first time.”

“I thought so. I had to take the first steps and lead you the whole night until we got to this room.”

“Sammi, I can’t imagine having a better person than you to start this phase of my life. I want to thank you. I was really emotionally torn about it, but you seemed to have made it, (how do I want to phrase it?), uh, more comfortable. That’s it: comfortable.”

“Well, I ought to thank you, too. You really turned me on. I had fun. Think we can do this again tomorrow night?”

“Sure, but it’s my turn to treat for dinner.”

With that they let their conversation move to other topics as they slowly drifted asleep. In the morning she quickly got up, pulled on a sweat suit from her tote bag and made her way back to her room. Anthony showered and got ready for the day. They happened to meet in the continental breakfast buffet line, sat together for their meal and chatted about the convention. Just as they were ready to get up, she leaned over to him and whispered, “I’ll come to your room at six thirty, that is, if I’m invited.”

“Sure. We’ll hit a nice restaurant and I’d love to see you back in my room after that. Can’t wait,” he smiled at her. After a busy day he was able to get up to the room by six, grab a quick shower and make reservations at a nearby bistro. He then called Lauren. They chatted for a few minutes about the meeting and an issue at her work. After a few minutes there was a bit of an awkward pause and then she asked him if he was having any fun. He didn’t really answer and told her that they’d talk about things when he got home and that he loved her. When she hung up Anthony could hear a smile in her voice.

When Sammi arrived, she looked fabulous. She had a tight skirt and a thin blouse that one could practically see through and it was obvious she had no bra. Her breasts swayed and the nipples teased him as she approached him. She dropped off her tote bag and they shared a deep, sensual kiss before they left for the short walk to the bistro. There they shared their entrees and each had a couple of drinks. They walked back to the hotel holding hands and laughing at jokes and telling personal stories.

Up in his room Sammi excused herself to the bathroom while he made the bed ready. She returned wearing a long, fluffy hotel robe tied loosely at the waist and which showed a lot of promise as her breasts were barely concealed. He excused himself, brushed his teeth and hurried back to the room. Sammi, stretched out on the bed, was reading the hotel travel magazine. She looked up at him, smiled and asked, “Coming to bed, Tony?”

“How can I refuse? You look lovely,” he responded as he sat down next to her. They began to kiss slowly and deeply and he slid his hand under her robe to tease her nipples. She seemed to enjoy the attention and reached down to unzip his slacks.

“We’ve gotta get you undressed. Here, let me,” she whispered as she gently pushed him back down on the bed. After pulling his slacks and boxers off she began to gently rub his erection. “Hmm, just as nice as I remembered. Now what should I do with this fellow?”

“Condom first, then I’ll let you be in charge.” He slipped one on and looked at her with a sly grin on his face.

“I want to be on top. OK?” she asked as she rose up over him and, while facing his feet, let herself slide down on his cock. Anthony loved this position. He got that deep penetration that one gets with doggie style but he was able to relax and let her dictate the pace. She was bent over on her elbows as she slowly slid up and down. As her pace increased, she sat up a bit more and he could see her using her right hand to stimulate herself. She went up and down and even tried some circular motion. This went on and on and eventually she seemed to have trouble having an orgasm.

“I get so close,” she whispered, “Then I lose it. Are you OK, Tony?”

“I’m fine, can I do anything to help?”

“No, let me try it again,” she said as she started to plunge on his cock. He was watching her and rubbing her wonderful cheeks when her puckered rose caught his eye. He reached into his mouth, collected a lot of saliva and put it on his thumb. Gently he moved the thumb between her cheeks and applied some pressure with the flat of the thumb right on her anus.

“Oh, God, that feels good, keep doing it.”

He rubbed the thumb harder and harder over the opening which seemed to stimulate her more and more.

“Ooh, so good…go ahead and put it in me.”

Suddenly with one of her down thrusts he pointed his thumb right at her and it slipped in. He had never done this in the past and the one time he suggested it to Lauren, she shot down the idea.

“Push it in and out a little…That’s it…”

It was an odd sensation for Anthony to feel his own cock through the thin wall between her rectum and vagina. This pressure also stimulated him a bit more. Fairly soon after he’d put the thumb in her she started moaning loudly and her whole body shook as she went over the edge and had what appeared to be a huge orgasm. Seeing her release sent him tumbling over the edge, as well.

They lay there quietly for several minutes while catching their breaths. She eventually pulled herself forward and off his cock and he withdrew his thumb. She turned around and stretched over him, kissing him deeply and caressing his chest and arms.

“That was amazing, simply amazing,” she said softly.

“Um-hmm, it was. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Watching you come was so exciting that I lost it too.” After a few minutes of silence, he asked, “Have you ever done that before?”

“Once a long time ago, but I don’t remember it being so fantastic. I’ve never done full anal sex. I don’t think I could handle something so big. This hit all the right buttons without any pain. Wow.

“Have you ever done any anal stuff yourself?” she went on.

“No, can’t say that I have. I may have to consider it in the future. Look, I really should wash my hand so if you’ll excuse me for a second.”

When he came back to bed Sammi was sitting up smiling at him and his half-hard on. “Looks like you could go another round.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“How about a good old-fashioned blow job? You just lie down here and let me be in control. OK?”

“Oh, if you insist,” he chuckled. With that she began to go down on him. She was able to take most of him into her mouth without trouble. She swirled around his head with her tongue, rubbed his cock up and down with her hand and applied suction. He rapidly approached orgasm and just when he thought he might come she slowed down, squeezed at his base and waited until the pressure eased. Then she started all over again. Time after time he thought he would be allowed to come, only to be thwarted. Finally, he groaned and begged until she let him have the long-awaited orgasm.

After a minute of gentle stroking and licking she raised her head and asked, “Like it?”

“I was ready to strangle you if you hadn’t let me come,” he laughed. “Yes, very nice. What about you? Want me to return the favor?”

“No thanks, Tony. That episode earlier was more than enough for me for tonight. I would like to spend the night with you again, if that’d be OK with you.”

“Of course. Here snuggle up.” She slid up next to him and rested her head on his chest as he gently stroked her back and butt.

“This has been a wonderful two nights, Tony. This is just what I need to keep me going for the next few months. Thank you. I just hope it was the right thing for your situation.”

“Oh, it has been. Thank you.”

“Do you feel better about your arrangement with your wife?”

“I guess I do. The real question is how will I react when she goes on her trips. I know it’s only fair, but somehow…”

“Tony, you have to consider this is just feeding a hunger, like eating. You love her, she loves you. See, she’ll be there for you when she gets home, I’m sure. The fact that she was open about it and didn’t sneak around behind your back tells me you two have a good thing going. I just wish my situation could be as open as yours. But I’ve made my decision to keep this private and I’ll just have to live with that.

“Let’s have a drink to celebrate your new lifestyle. What’s in the fridge?” she added

They agreed to each having a mini-bottle of wine. They poured it into the glasses from the bathroom and before they drank, she spoke, “I want to toast to you and the wonderful time that we’ve had together. Thank you.”

“And I want to thank you, as well. To us and to our spouses.”

After they had the wine they cleaned up in the bathroom and then slipped nude between the covers and snuggled until sleep overtook them. In the morning Sammi slipped on her sweat suit while mentioning that it kept her from wearing her nice dress and suffering the ‘walk of shame’ when she left to go back to her room.

“How about tonight? Could we get together again?” asked Anthony hopefully.

“Tony, I’m going to be honest here. Three nights would be too many. I’ve had fun. You’re a sweet, sweet guy. I don’t want to run the risk of getting emotionally involved with you. And I don’t think you and your wife want that either. I’d better go, but thanks for the offer. Really, I mean it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

She reached over to him and gave him a warm, sensual kiss and as she turned away, he noticed a tear slipping down from her right eye. He held on to her a bit longer and spoke into her hair. “I want to thank you, as well. I do feel we’ve made a connection, however fleeting and I’ll never forget you. Now go home to your family and your husband, who I hope realizes what a great woman you are. Bye, Sammi.”

She turned away from him, gently opened the door and looked back at him briefly with a slightly sad face before she closed it quietly behind her. Anthony stood there staring at the closed door. He missed her already and knew that it would be hard to forget her. Then he suddenly realized that he could have easily formed an emotional bond with her and the thought scared him. He had promised Lauren that this was to be just sexual activity without emotional involvement. If they continued with this program, he would have to be very careful to avoid any deep emotional connections in the future.

The rest of his day was reasonably busy and he made numerous connections, sold a lot of the product to new customers and made a lot of money for his company. He was pleased with the results and when he finished up around five pm, he realized he could still catch a late flight home. Once his flight was booked, he called Lauren and told her he’d be home later that night and not in the morning as he had planned.

“Oh, Honey, that’s great. I’ve missed you. Wake me when you get in, OK?”

“Sure, see you in several hours, Laur. Hey, I love you.”

“I know, I know and I love you too.”

While he was gone Lauren had kept herself as busy as possible. On Thursday and Friday, she tackled as many work projects as she could, figuring she wouldn’t worry about Tony so much. The evenings were more difficult to handle. On Thursday evening she tried to watch her favorite series on Netflix but that didn’t distract her very much. Finally, she sat down with a glass of wine and allowed herself to think and worry about him. She wondered if he was going to go for an SE or not, and if so, would he be successful. His phone call did not give any clues and she was glad she had told him to “have fun.”

On Friday evening his call was a bit more promising. He avoided her question and said they’d talk when he got home. That meant that he might be involved with someone, she thought. She felt a surge of happiness at this and was grinning when she hung up. Then the worrying set in. Would he be happy? Would he want to try this again? Would he still want her to participate? Would he follow the rules, the main one, in her opinion, being not to get emotionally involved? She knew that he fell rapidly in love with her years ago after they had dated only a few times. She worried that he might connect too easily emotionally with someone during his SE.

Fortunately, on Friday she had scheduled a girls-night-out with two of her best friends. When they asked what the occasion was, she responded only that Tony was gone and she wanted to catch up with her friends. They kept her mind occupied until she went home. Once there she was tempted to call him but realized they had already had their conversation and, if he was involved with another woman, Lauren didn’t want to interrupt them.

On Saturday she decided to work most of the day by telecommuting and keeping her mind busy. Right after she wrapped things up and was part way through her first glass of wine Tony had called her. She was elated that he had done so well with the business and even more elated when he told her he was coming in late that night. He seemed a bit subdued but very definitely made a point of telling her that he loved her. She could hardly wait until he showed up.

It was just after midnight when she heard his key in the lock. She jumped up and wearing nothing but her teddy, she ran to greet him. He looked exhausted but grinned when he saw her. They wrapped their arms around each other and held tight for more than a minute. He started to kiss her on the head which she turned to the side, letting him kiss her neck. As he did, he whispered in her ear, “I love you so much. I know you are dying to hear, so I’ll tell you right out: Your husband was involved in an SE.”

“How did it go?”

“Honey, it was OK. It will take a bit of getting used to, but I could see myself doing this again.”

“Do you want to tell me anything about it?” she asked with true interest.

“I think our rule was to not talk about it and I kinda don’t want to talk right now. I will say I followed all the rules. Now let’s hit the sack. I’m beat. I love you so very much.”

“Oh, you don’t know how much I love you. Night sweetheart.”

Due to all the stress from their days apart they fell asleep almost immediately after they went to bed. In the morning Anthony woke up with a raging hardon that was being licked and sucked by an enthusiastic Lauren. She went up and down, applied suction and just the right amount of pressure.

“You keep that up and I’ll blow for sure” he said.

“Oh, nice to see you’re awake, Honey. Now I’m going to use this thing until I’m satisfied.” With that she crawled over him and quickly slid down on his cock. She vigorously plunged up and down, banging their pubic bones together until she started to wildly orgasm. She screamed out his name over and over as waves of intense pleasure ran through her body and he came just as she was finishing. Finally, still breathing heavily, she collapsed down onto his chest. After lightly kissing it she rose up and said, “See what can happen when you come home?”

“Yes, I do. And I’m so glad to be here, Laur. In spite of everything, I did miss you, you know.”

“That’s so sweet. Thank you. Now I want to talk just a tiny bit about our situation. Now we won’t talk details, but you did say you had an SE. So now we need to decide where we go from here.”

“Well, I thought we agreed that if everything was still OK after my first time that you’d get a chance. So, you get a chance. You’ve got some trips coming up and I fully expect you’ll take advantage. Questions?”

“Do you think you’ll be OK when I’m gone?”

“I won’t lie and say it won’t bother me at all, but I want you to have your chance. After that we’ll need to figure out if we want to continue. Now, could we please get some coffee and breakfast? I’m starving,” he laughed.

—–

For the next four weeks their sexual appetites were nearly insatiable. He was particularly horny thinking about Sammi and Lauren was horny wondering about his SE as well as anticipating hers. Near the end of those four weeks her next trip was scheduled. She would be going to work at her business’ headquarters for a day and a half and would stay at her hotel for two nights. As the time drew near, she noted Anthony seemed to be getting a bit more withdrawn. On the morning she was scheduled to leave he came to her and, with a slightly pained smile, dropped a package of condoms in her suitcase.

“Thank you, Honey. I won’t forget them. Hey, are you OK?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s still going to be hard for me to imagine you doing it with someone else. I know I did, but…”

“Just remember that you had your SE and I was here alone. And I happen to think that our sex life has improved phenomenally since then. Who knows what might happen when I get back?”

“You’re right about the past few weeks,” he admitted.

“And please remember, Tony, I do love you, I’ll be back and our marriage will be as strong, if not stronger, than ever,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him. “I’ll leave this afternoon, work all day tomorrow and half of Friday. I’ll be home Friday evening, OK?”

“Yeah, sure. Just don’t forget to call me, please.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. I think I’ll just Uber it to the airport.”

“OK, I really need to get to work myself. I’ll pick you up Friday, OK?”

“Sure, Honey. And don’t worry. Please. I’ll be back, just like you came back.”

Half an hour later she kissed him goodbye and left in her Uber.

—–

Her flight was uneventful but she was exhausted when she arrived at her hotel. She decided it was in part due to her worrying about her husband and how he would do through the next few days. At one point she even thought that she might even forgo trying for an SE but decided that would only postpone things and drag out his anxiety. Even so, she was so tired that she had a quick bite to eat and a glass of wine in the hotel’s dining room and went upstairs to go to bed.

She called Anthony and chatted with him briefly. She yawned a bit during the call and admitted she was exhausted and was going to bed. They said their good-byes and she broke the connection and tumbled into bed.

The next day she was up early, showered, ate a quick breakfast and went over to her company’s headquarters. There she worked furiously until about four pm and then called it a day, telling them she’d be back by nine the next morning. Back at her room she called Tony just to chat and tell him about her day. At one point the conversation stalled and then he cleared his throat and said, “Remember, Hon, I love you and I want you to have fun, just like you told me.”

“Thank you for the encouragement, Sweetheart. I love you too. I’ll see you tomorrow evening at the airport, OK?”

“Yep, see you then!”

Lauren then went to have a quick shower. She then put on a fairly slinky dress that emphasized her modest breasts and clung to her hips. She tucked her keycard into her bra on the outside of her breast as she liked to go without a purse if at all possible. After that she put on some pumps with moderate heels that emphasized her calves and let herself out of the room.

In the dining room she had a light meal charged to her room and then strolled over to the bar. There was a solo guitarist over in the corner strumming classical music. She went up to the bar and ordered a glass of wine and chatted a bit with the female bartender. She looked around the bar only to see a few people, mostly in pairs. After her wine she asked for a seltzer with a twist. She was sipping on it when she was suddenly aware of a man sitting down next to her. He appeared to be a bit intoxicated and slurred his words slightly.

“Hey, Babe, can I git cha another drink?”

“I can’t believe he used ‘Babe’ with a total stranger,” she thought to herself. Responding to him she said, “No thank you. I’m good.”

“Well, if I can’t buy you a drink, can I ask how much you charge?”

Her words came out terse and biting. “Listen, I’m here just to enjoy a drink or two before I go back to MY room. I don’t want your drink, I don’t want your attention and I damn well don’t want you anywhere near me. Understand?”

“No need to be such a bitch about it,” he muttered under his breath as he stood up and left.

That little episode nearly ruined her mood for the evening. She was just about to leave when the barkeeper sidled up to her and said, “There’s a nice gentleman at the other end of the bar who wanted me to ask if he could buy you a drink. I told him probably not, seeing how you told that other guy off, but he requested I pass on the invite anyway.”

She looked down the bar and saw a slightly older man, who was very well-dressed, nod at her with a friendly smile. He looked interesting so she smiled, mouthed ‘Thank you’ and ordered another glass of wine. Once it arrived, she slid off the barstool and walked towards him. She knew she was being closely watched so she tried to walk regally but at the same time seductively. Once there she took the stool next to him.

“Why me?”

“I was watching that drunk try to pick you up and I was glad he failed. You look to be way out of his league so I thought I’d let you know not all men are like him.”

“That bastard. When I turned him down, he wanted to know how much I charge!”

He chuckled. “Men like him can only get it if they pay for it. Anyway, I’m Joseph, go by Joe,” he said as he put his hand out. As she took it to shake, he gently pulled it up and placed a tiny, chaste kiss on the back.

“Well, I’m honored. Thank you. I’m Lauren.”

“Do you go by Laurie?”

“Oh, God, no. I quit using that name when I was still a kid, which was quite a long time ago.”

“Not as long ago as for me, I’m afraid.”

They then spent the next twenty minutes or so chatting a bit, getting to know each other more. During the conversation she found herself thinking he might be worth taking upstairs. He seemed about ten years older than her, but he was quite handsome. He had a broad smile, some slight graying at the temples and was clean shaven. Although there might have been just a tiny bit of extra weight above his belt, he appeared to be in shape otherwise. All in all, she thought he was quite attractive and he clearly was attracted to her. As they talked, she would give him little signs of her interest: touching his arm and brushing off imaginary lint from his shoulder.

Eventually he turned to her and asked, “Is there any chance we could go up to one of our rooms and get better acquainted?”

“I thought you’d never ask and yes, I’d love to.” He dropped a wad of cash on the bar and escorted her from the room. As they went towards the elevator she said, “A bit of housekeeping, please. Condom?”

“I’ve got it covered,” he chuckled, “No pun intended.”

“Then let’s go to your room, if you don’t mind.”

In the elevator she leaned over to him and slipped her arm around him as he draped his over her shoulders. “Watch it, you’re on Candid Camera,” he whispered and pointed to the security camera in the corner.

“What?” she teased. “You don’t want to give them a show?”

Once they got to his room, he escorted her in. He actually had a nice suite with an anteroom which had a couch, small table and a couple of chairs, along with a TV and a small computer work station. Through the open door she could see the king-sized bed and an entrance to the bathroom.

“Mind if I freshen up?”

“By all means, go ahead,” he responded.

After she came back into the main room, she sat down on the couch next to him. He reached around her and pulled her close. Slowly and gently he brought his lips to hers. He delicately teased her lips open with his tongue but did not aggressively invade her mouth. She really liked that he was being gentle, like a lover should be. Gradually she began to feel the glow of excitement, fullness in her pelvis and moisture below. She was starting to feel quite horny but appreciated that he appeared to be in no rush.

After a bit he let his hand slide over her breasts and stimulated her nipples. At one point he asked, “What is this?”

“Oh, my key card. Didn’t want to carry a purse. Here, let me remove it.”

“No, why not let me?” he murmured as he reached behind her to slowly let her zipper down. The dress was pulled forward until it draped at her waist and he smiled at her. “You are truly a beautiful woman. I’m honored to be here with you tonight.”

Eventually she stood up, let her dress slip to the floor, pulled off her pumps and stood before him in her skimpy bra and thong. She reached out to him, took his hand and lead him to the bed where she turned around and started to undo his shirt and then his pants. Once he was down to his shorts, he gently pushed her down to the bed. Again, he gave her gentle, soft kisses on her mouth and then down to her neck and breasts. The bra came off and the keycard was tossed on the floor. He then lavished attention on her nipples until she was moaning with desire. She tried to get him to move lower but he persisted stimulating her breasts. Suddenly she found herself starting to rise towards an orgasm. She couldn’t believe it; she’d never done this before! He started to apply more suction and pressure on her nipples until suddenly she came, moaning and crying out. Once she relaxed, he eased off the sucking and started to gently kiss her instead.

As her mind cleared, she reached down and pulled at his shorts and felt his lovely erection. She grabbed a condom and helped him put it on and then slipped her thong off. He stretched out beside her and caressed and stroked her slowly and lovingly. She teased him and then pushed him back and then crawled on top. Sliding down on him gave her that full sensation that she loved, so she started to slide up and down, breasts swaying gently before him. His hands stroked her nipples as she drove her clit towards his pubis, stimulating her once again.

Soft sighs and the squishing of wet sex were the only sounds heard until she became more and more excited. She knew she was going to come once more and found her mind concentrating on that wonderful tingling in her pelvis. Suddenly with a loud calling out she climaxed again and before she stopped, she had another, milder climax. She was vaguely aware he had also orgasmed and so she leaned down over him and rested on his chest.

“Mmm. Nice,” she murmured.

“Yes,” he whispered back. “I must have done something right to have met such a lovely lady.”

“You were there to help me recover from that asshole. That gets you a merit badge any day. Plus, you got two more in here. You’re well on your way to an Eagle,” she laughed.

She then got off and stretched beside him as he disposed of the condom. She let her hand lovingly caress his sparsely-haired chest as she kissed his neck. After a few minutes he asked, “Who’s Tony?”

Startled, she sat up part way. “No way, I didn’t!”

“Lauren, I certainly didn’t make it up. Don’t be embarrassed. Who is he?”

She lay back down next to him and answered, “The love of my life. He’s my husband.”

“Now that’s interesting. And what are you doing here with me?”

“I won’t go into great detail, but we have a little arrangement. Each of us is allowed to go outside the marriage occasionally. It was actually my idea. I had hoped it would provide each of us a little variety and sexual tension that is missing in a routine relationship.”

“Has it worked?”

“Well, I think so. We’re still pretty new at this. But one thing is for certain: Sex with him has been dramatically better since we even started talking about it. As long as we avoid emotional entanglements, this may be the best thing for us.”

“Hmm. I should be honored that I was a part of this. I only wish my marriage had survived, then maybe she and I could have tried something like you’re doing.”

A few minutes later he went on, “Stay with me tonight?”

“Oh, Joe, you are a very nice and sexy man, and I thank you. But I’d best be going. I have to get up real early to go to work tomorrow and if I stayed here, I’d be tempted to stay up too late, well, you know…”

She reached over to him, gave him a sensual kiss and rose up off the bed. She slid over to the bathroom for a few minutes, then came back and started to put on her clothes.

“You know, I think it’s just as sexy to watch a woman dress as it is to watch her undress. You are a truly beautiful woman in so many ways. I’m glad to have met you and I’ll remember this night forever.”

“Me, too, Joe. Thank you for a most wonderful time. I’ll show myself out. Good night.”

She hurried down two flights to her room, had a quick shower and drank a small bottle of wine from the room’s refreshment center. She relaxed in her bed and thought about her time with Joe as well as how she and her husband would proceed from here. She had very much enjoyed herself with Joe and even had a new sexual experience with him. This was just the kind of thing that she had wanted when she brought the idea up with Anthony. She decided that she’d like to continue having these SEs occasionally, if Anthony would agree. He had been pretty closed-lipped about his experience but their sex life afterwards was dramatically improved, something she could only attribute to his experience. Once her wine was gone, she curled up and fell asleep.

—–

While she was gone Anthony had trouble relaxing. He kept thinking about her and what she might be doing. The first evening he knew she was tired and probably was not getting involved with anyone. However, it was extremely hard for him to tell her to ‘have fun’ when he spoke to her on the second evening. She never said anything to suggest she would or she wouldn’t, so he ended up stewing about it for most of the evening. He grabbed a burger from the nearest drive-through and once he was back home, he started drinking scotch and tried to take his mind off things by watching a movie. Eventually he felt rather drunk but at the same time was processing his feelings with clarity. He remembered his time with Sammi and how new and exciting it had been. He also remembered how he was excited to return home to Lauren. There had been a dramatic improvement in their sex life after his return, as well. Maybe, just maybe, Lauren’s time away with another man could do the same.

However, niggling in the back of his mind was the worry that she’d fall in love with another man, though he remembered her promise to avoid emotional attachments. And he kept having mental images of some other cock plunging into her. Finally, after midnight he collapsed into bed. On Friday morning he called in sick and spent most of the day puttering around in his shop. He was able to finally relax after she texted him that her flight was on time and she was looking forward to getting home.

—–

When she returned, Anthony was there to meet her just beyond the security gate. She looked ravishing in her business skirt and blouse and looked like a woman in charge of her life. He had a bunch of roses for her in his hand and wrapped her up in a huge hug. After bending down to her ear he whispered, “I love you so much, Laur, you just have no idea.”

“Oh, I think I do, Tony. Come on, please take me home.”

In the car they chatted briefly about her work at the headquarters and he told her he’d skipped a day of work. When asked why he sheepishly admitted he had a bit of a hangover.

“Oh, drank a bit too much, did you? Worried about me? About us?”

“Laur, well… yes, I did. I know it’s not fair for me to have had an SE and then feel bad that you’re possibly having one. I still have to work on that a bit, no, I need to work on that a lot.”

“Tony,” she said as he drove towards home, “I did come back. I did have an SE, Honey, but I came back. I love you. It was like I said: a fling, an exciting event, but it wasn’t love. It was a physical release and that’s all.

“And,” she went on, “It makes me appreciate you all the more. Let’s get home and relax. I know I could use a foot massage. Are you still in the business of giving those out?”

“Yes, I am. For you I’d do anything.”

Back at their place and after a quick meal she plopped down on a couch and had a glass of wine while he gently massaged her feet. There was something about a foot massage that felt wonderfully good to her. It could ease tension almost as well as a neck massage, but it also seemed to have more of an undertone of sensuality to it. Anthony rubbed her soles and then in between her toes as she moaned in pleasure. As she relaxed, he gently rubbed his hands up to her calves and eventually along her thighs. She let her thighs sag open a bit and he continued to massage all the way to her panties.

“You promising something, Mr. Masseur?”

“Maybe. Interested?”

“You know that I am. Feel that. I’m dripping wet.” Indeed, she was and his fingers rubbed up to her clit and within seconds she started to call out in the throes of a quick, wild orgasm. She had barely stopped when he pulled his pants and boxers to his knees, pushed her skirt up and the panties over to one side and plunged into her, pumping in and out vigorously. She continued to climax over and over and he finally came deep in her before collapsing over her. As they caught their breath she reached up and kissed him gently on the neck.

“Now that’s the kind of ‘Welcome home’ a girl likes to have. Thank you, Honey,” she said with her eyes glistening with tears.

“Oh, the pleasure was all mine. I’m so glad you came home and I’m so glad you’re my wife.” With that he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where they collapsed in utter exhaustion.

They woke up at the same time the next morning and looked in each other’s eyes before their lips slowly met. What followed was a gentle love making that involved light touches, caresses, little nibbles and murmurs of love. The tenderness reaffirmed their love for each other just as the sex the night before reaffirmed their carnal delight in each other. After a few hours of soft loving they rose to meet the day feeling stronger about their love and their marriage than ever before.

Much like after his SE, they had a dramatic improvement in their love life. The frequency, passion, playfulness and experimentation all increased. It was like when they were newly intimate right after they had met, but even more adventurous and fun.

—–

After her first SE, they agreed that they would continue their program as they had planned. They each had one more SE later during the year. On the next Valentine’s Day, they treated themselves with a trip to Hawaii. One day while sunning on a secluded beach, Lauren brought up their SE situation.

“Honey, you know it’s been a year since we started our SEs. And I want you to know you really showed me how much you love me, letting me have some sexual variety. It was the best Valentine’s gift I could ask for.”

“Sure, Laur, it has been an interesting year, though I still find it really weird that we’re talking about sex with others on Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” she chuckled. Then more seriously she went on, “We’ve each had two SEs, so I think we need to review things. OK?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?”

With that they had a long, comfortable discussion about their situation. They agreed that the SEs had generally had given their sex lives a great boost. They even talked about increasing the number of SEs, but agreed that they would be happiest with just the two per year. Any more could overwhelm their life together. They reaffirmed their agreement that either one could stop the whole program at any time, no questions asked, and they decided to keep the rules the same. And finally, they agreed to make every Valentine’s Day the time to review and discuss their program.

By the fifth year of their monogamish life style, Lauren and Tony were extremely comfortable with their situation. When one was away, the other rested comfortably knowing that their spouse would be home soon and usually with renewed sexual energy. And at no time did either let emotional bonds develop with their SEs. Occasionally new sexual twists that they had experienced were added to their own bedroom activities. Most importantly, both their love for each other and the strength of their relationship continued to increase as time went on.

They never told anyone about their arrangement, however friends and family were constantly commenting about how strong their relationship appeared to be. Whenever someone asked them what the key to their success was, they would look innocent, smile slyly and merely say, “We’re still crazy in love. We trust each other fully. And the sex is great. What else is there?”

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This story has been rewritten and is being reposted.

It explores modern relationships and features two fictional characters. There is passing mention of a “sex columnist up in Seattle” who is not fictional and is none other than Dan Savage. He popularized the key phrase “monogamish” and describes it as “mostly monogamous with a little squish around the edges.” Various people define the limits (or squish) of their monogamish relationships differently and this just is just one example of how a couple might define theirs.

That being said, if you do not prefer to read a story about alternative forms of marriage, please move on to one of the many other excellent stories on this site.

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“Honey,” asked Tony around the first of February, “What would you really like to get for Valentine’s? Flowers? Chocolates? Jewelry?”

“No, I’ll never get tired of those, but,” Lauren paused for a few seconds, “Seeing as how it’s our eighth Valentine’s Day together, I’d like to ask you for another and more special present.”

“Oh, what’s that?” he asked.

“It’s important and we really do need to sit down and have an honest talk about our relationship.”

“Uh, OK? Are we having problems that I don’t know about?”

“No, Tony, we’re definitely good. But I’d like to figure out ways we can make things even better.”

“‘Better’ would be worth considering, I guess. I thought we already had a pretty nice relationship…”

“Oh, Honey, we do, we really do…It’s a great one,” she reassured him as she gave him a big hug and a warm kiss.

“I’m afraid there is a ‘but’ at the end of what you just said,” he suggested. “OK, let’s talk. Our evening’s free, let’s turn off the phones and I’ll get us a bottle of wine. White or red?”

“White, please,” she responded as she slipped over to the loveseat and sat on one end. He returned with an opened bottle of Chardonnay and two wine glasses. He then sat next to her, poured out the wine and held out his glass for a toast.

“To us.”

“To us,” she toasted back.

After each had a few swallows, he held her hand and asked, “OK, so what’s on your mind?”

“Now, Tony, you wanted to know what I would like for Valentine’s. I have a big, big request. Now, please hear me out. Don’t rush to judgement or anything. I love you. I love you very much and I very much want to stay married to you. So, if anything I say makes you doubt that, please, please, PLEASE tell me immediately. I’ll slow down, stop or whatever it takes to reassure you. OK?”

By now, in spite of her reassurances, Anthony was getting worried. “What the Hell is going on?” he wondered to himself. He had considered himself happily married to Lauren for over six years. They were both successful in their careers and neither was particularly interested in having children. “Maybe that’s it,” he thought to himself, “She wants kids.”

“OK, so I want to talk about our sex lives,” she went on. “I kinda think we could do a little bit better…”

“Well, Hon, life and work do have a way of getting in the way of our sex lives, I guess. What are you thinking of?”

“Well, you know I’m a very sexual person, right? And I like variety, as you know. Lately it seems, uh, well, it seems…”

“Things have gotten boring?”

“No, not ‘boring,’ but ‘predictable’ is the word I would use. But I do want more excitement.”

“OK, like what are you thinking about? More kinky stuff?”

“Well, yeah, I suppose that would help some. But, Honey, do you ever miss the excitement of your single days? You know, wondering about the next girl you were going to take out and maybe fuck?”

“Well, yeah, there was that tension with any date. The biggest tension was usually wondering if there’d be any sex at all, quite frankly.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I usually knew if I’d be getting lucky, of course,” she laughed. “But my tension was wondering if the guy would be any good or not. You know it’s harder for a girl to enjoy sex with a new guy than the other way around.”

“Uh, huh. So, we both agree that dating was perhaps more exciting, in some respects, and in other respects not necessarily always successful.”

“But, do you ever miss it? That tension? That excitement?”

“Not much really, I guess. I enjoy us together…”

“Oh, Tony, I do too. You are the greatest guy in the sack, no doubt about it. But I have to admit that I kinda miss that sense of the unknown, at times, that is.”

“Well, do you want to explore some kinky stuff, maybe have me surprise you now and then? Or you me? Out of nowhere I could try something…”

“You know, that might help a little. But I’m not that much into big-time kink.”

“Then what are you asking? How do you get that tension you were talking about?”

“Well, uh, now hear me out, please. Tony, I do love you, really, I do and I don’t want to lose you. But maybe if we could go outside our marriage for that newness…”

“What? You want to screw someone else?!”

“Honey, I want you. I want to be your wife forever. But how can I, how can you, how can we get that sense of newness and variety within our marriage?”

“As much as it might be exciting, Laur, I’d have trouble knowing you were with someone else. Really, I would.”

“Even if you had the same opportunity? What if we both did it, on an occasional basis? We’d have limits, rules…”

“Shit, this is almost too much to consider and so sudden! You’ve been thinking about this for a while, obviously,” he said, with his voice rising.

“Yeah, I have. And Tony, I swear, I have done nothing wrong, I have stayed absolutely faithful. If we were to do anything like this, it’d have to be with both of us going into this together, heads held up high.”

“Hmm. That’s a whole shitload to think about.”

“Tony, can I ask you a really personal question? How many girls have you slept with? One to ten, eleven to twenty, more?”

“Eleven to twenty would be the best answer.”

“Me, too, guys, I mean. Now I wasn’t a slut…”

“I know that, Honey, and I never thought you were.”

“Well, thank you. But sex is part of who I am. And I kinda miss that tension, that unknown we were talkin’ about. Don’t you, even a little bit?”

“Not really, but if it were offered to me, I might reconsider,” he chuckled. “I do look at other women and sometimes wonder…”

“See, you might miss it just a little bit yourself.”

“Well, yeah, but it is something that I have put into the fantasy corner of my brain, not to be acted upon.”

“But what if you could? With my blessing? Would that hold any interest for you?”

“I’d have to say I’ve not thought about this at all. And if you were to do it, well, that I’d probably have a problem with.”

“Look, I’ve been nervous about having this conversation and have actually dreaded it for weeks. But I had to have it. Then you brought up Valentine’s presents and I figured that this would be a huge present, one we both could potentially enjoy. And I’m so happy you’ve been willing to listen and not get pissed off. Let’s just give ourselves some time to sleep on it and you think about it. How about another discussion in a week or so? OK?”

“Sure, sounds good.” With that he reached over to Lauren, slowly reached up to her PJ top and suddenly ripped it down to her waist.

“What the hell? That top cost me forty-two bucks.”

“Shut up, Lauren, I’m in charge and I don’t care about the cost,” he said as he picked her up and carried her, squealing loudly, to the bedroom.

“Put me down,” she laughed. “Unhand me this instant.”

“No fuckin’ way. You’re mine, tonight,” he said as he threw her onto their bed. After he climbed on top of her, finished tearing the top off her torso and pulling down her shorts, he stopped to look at her. She was a very attractive woman with dark, brunette hair that hung down below her shoulders and amazingly pale blue eyes. She was a tiny bit on the thin side but supported sexy, womanly curves. Her breasts were slightly smaller than average but were well shaped, firm and topped with the cutest little nipples imaginable. After admiring her he bent down and pushed her legs further apart and said, “I’m going to lick your pussy until you beg for me to stop.”

“Promise?”

“Promise!” he answered as he bent down to her well-trimmed bush. He let his tongue slide up and down her crack and once he reached her clit she began to moan and thrash around. Two fingers went inside to stimulate her further. She grabbed his head, pulled it tight to her and she began to pant heavily, louder and louder until she was screaming as she came, over and over. After several orgasms she pushed him back, begging him to stop. Finally, with an evil gleam in his eye, he agreed to stop but then reminded her that he was still in charge.

“Keep those legs spread ’cause I’m in need of some release myself,” he growled. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her and he stroked in and out deeply and quickly. She began to moan again, her head was thrown back, her face and neck were flushed as she started to rise up for yet another orgasm. As she was climaxing, he plunged even deeper into her and finally released his sperm deep into her with a colossal orgasm that went from his pelvis through his entire body. He finally collapsed on her and after a few minutes he whispered into her ear, “Wow, you still are the best a guy could hope for, you know that, don’t you?”

“Oh, Sweetie, you’re the best, too.”

After a few minutes he added, “I promise to at least think about things and next weekend we can talk some more. OK?”

“Yeah, sure. Night, Honey. Sleep tight. And thanks for having your way with me. Was fun.”

“Um, hmm, it was,” he answered with a gentle kiss on her lips.

—–

During the next week there was a bit of nervous tension in the air. When they had sex, it seemed to be a bit wilder than usual, almost animalistic at times. The unspoken question about their future seemed to hang over them both in and out of the bedroom. One time he started to mention the issue and Lauren shushed him with a smile while holding her finger to his lips.

“Not now, Honey. You and I have a date this weekend, remember?”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just make sure to bring it up then.”

On Friday evening, while doing the dishes, she looked at him and smiled. “I do love you; you know.”

“I love you, too. Are you about ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, I am. I’ll bring the drinks tonight.”

They settled again on the love seat, opened the wine and again toasted to themselves.

“Look, Tony, I’ll just jump right in. I think we need a bit of variety in our sex lives and we need to get it in a reasonable, safe and respectful way. So, for a Valentine’s present for both of us, I’d like you and me to open up our marriage a little bit.”

“Yeah, that’s what you pretty much what you were talking about last week. So, assuming I were to agree, what would you specifically suggest? An open marriage?”

“No, that seems to be too much, kinda over the top. To me that says we’d be screwing around pretty much all the time. In this small, conservative, Midwest city I think an open marriage would be pretty much frowned upon. We certainly couldn’t keep it secret.”

“No, I agree. But how would we get around that?”

“Well, Honey, how about when we travel? You and I both go on business trips several times a year…”

“So, you’d think we could, you know…”

“Tony, let’s be open and blunt. I’ll suggest that only when we are traveling that we have each other’s permission to seek short-term sexual relations. Say, you’re at your annual convention and someone comes onto you, you could, guilt free, take her up on it. Feel free to take her to bed, you know.”

“And you’d be able to do the same when you’re on your trips, right?”

“Well, yeah, that’d be the idea.”

“And the one left at home, you or I, would know what was going on with the other one, right?”

“Uh-huh. I admit it might take some time to get used to the idea. I think I’d try to occupy my mind, maybe get together with my girlfriends for a night at the club, or something. I know it’d be harder for you to be at home alone…”

“Yeah, I think I’d be jealous or even go crazy thinking about you in bed with some other guy. I’d probably try to find something to distract me, maybe go to a game, or something.”

“I admit I’d be a tiny bit jealous thinking about you with some hottie, Tony, but if we both agreed to it, then it’d be fair and we could look forward to our next trip.”

“Do you know of anyone doing this, you know, any of your girlfriends?”

“No, I don’t, and I would never ever mention this to anyone, not even Anna, and you know how close we are. No, we can’t have anyone know about this.”

“What would the limits be? I mean, any rules?”

“Well, it so happens that there’s info on the net about this. There’s even a name for this, believe it or not.”

“What is it?”

“Monogamish. It means being monogamous but with an occasional episode on the side. What an ‘episode’ consists of is agreed to by both parties and is used to bring a bit of sexual excitement to the two. But the main thing is that they remain a couple and remain committed to each other.”

“Where did that term come from, anyway?”

“Oh, there’s a sex columnist up in Seattle who proposed the term. He says it works for him and his spouse. He’s gay, by the way, and he says they have a stronger relationship because of it.”

“What if one of us gets too attracted to the new person?”

“We just don’t let that happen. This is sex, pure and simple. It’s like eating, you’re just feeding a need. You’re eating a bowl of ice cream now and then, but your basic diet remains the same. This is for a sense of variety. We just have to remember that our main, our strong relationship is right here with us, right here in this house. You just don’t let yourself get emotionally involved.”

“OK, Laur, getting back to the rules. What would they be?”

“Well, Tony, what rules would you want to have, if you were in charge?”

“Well, the first one is easy. You stay on the pill and we both gotta use condoms at all times. No STDs or babies!”

“OK, I’d agree to that, for sure. Now, from my standpoint I’d want this to be a limited thing. No repeat performances. So, one and done.”

“Only one contact on a trip?” he asked.

“No, I mean no repeat contacts from time to time or year to year. That runs the risk of getting emotionally involved. You get a night or two with a person for the one trip, and that’s it. No repeating with that person later.”

“How many times a year are we talking about?”

“Well, we each go on our business trips several times a year, right? How about we agree to two episodes per year, even if we go on a third or fourth trip. That way we’d have the same opportunity,” she said, “And it would be even.”

“Lauren, you’re a fantastically sexy and attractive woman. I doubt you’d have any trouble finding someone at any time. Me, well, it’s harder for a guy to get lucky. I might need to try on every trip just to get to the two…” he paused.

“Two screws? What should we call these episodes, anyway?”

“How about ‘sexual episodes’ or SEs? An episode would be when one of us had sexual relations with someone on one trip, no matter how many times we did it.”

“OK, ‘SE’ it is and it’ll be our private code for what we are doing. Now, where were we? Oh, you were wondering if you could try more often, if needed, to get to the two SEs. I’m good with that. Hey, I might not get lucky either, so we just have to agree that we each get two SEs per year and no more.”

“Now, what about telling each other? What do we say, how much do we say, you know?” he asked.

“Since it might cause some anxiety back home, maybe we should do nothing but acknowledge that we had an SE when we get home, and then nothing more will be said. Fair?”

“I’m not sure I’d even want to know then.”

“Oh, Tony, I think you would. I’d want to know. Maybe I’d be just a bit more attentive when you came home. Think of the benefit!” she laughed. “You’d get lucky on the trip and get luckier when you got home.”

“I’d have to think about that one. Maybe we can come back to it later. As a matter of fact, this has been a lot for me to think about. Let’s call it a night and kick it around again later. OK?”

“Sure, Honey, let’s chew on it for a few more days. I take it that you might be interested…”

“Well, Laur, the guy in me would love to go for this. It’s the husband in me who would have trouble knowing you were going for this. I guess I’m pulling the old double standard on you.”

“Tony, I admit I’d have some anxiety knowing you were with some good-looking babe. And I’d be a little anxious about losing you. But if we both promise and swear to the basic plan, then I think the upsides will be far greater than the down. Think about it.

“But right now, I have something I need to do.” With that she reached over and gently kissed him on the lips, teasing him with her tongue. She let her hand drift down to his crotch and gently kneaded his growing cock. “Hmm, I think someone wants to come out and play,” she said as she gently unzipped his pants. Once she pulled them down, she slipped his cock out through the slit in his boxers. “I’ve always loved your cock, you know that, don’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Well, I like to kiss things I love,” she whispered as she leaned down and started to lick him up and down, particularly right below the knob. She then wrapped her lips around him and started to bob up and down while slowly rubbing her tongue under his head. Eventually she started to hum as she took him deeper and deeper and he quickly lost all control.

“Oh, god, that feels so good! Keep doing that thing with your tongue, oooh, just like that.” After another minute he yelled out as he came into her mouth. After collapsing on the bed while catching his breath, she came up to him and kissed him deeply.

“Like it?” she asked.

“Oh boy, did I. Give me a few seconds, then it’ll be your turn.”

“Hon, thanks, I really appreciate the offer, but that was for you. I’ll catch you in the morning when I’m a bit more awake. Sleep tight. I love you.”

“I you, too.”

—–

There seemed to be less tension between them the following week. They even started to joke lightly about their situation. One time when she teasingly sassed him about the dishes, he joked that his next SE wouldn’t bother him about the dishes. This caused her emotions to swing suddenly from joy that he was thinking about it in a positive light to a bit of anxiety that maybe he’d compare her to the new woman and the dish task-master might come up wanting.

And on Wednesday when he was exhausted after a particularly stressful day, he gently turned down her advances. As he was drifting off to sleep, he suddenly realized that she might find him lacking when compared to some guy she hooked up with. “I’m going to have to step up my game,” he thought. He rolled over to find Lauren on her back, eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling.

“You OK?” he whispered.

“Yeah, a little disappointed, but I understand you’re tired. Really, I do.”

“Would it interest you to learn that I seem to have gained a bit of energy? Why don’t you slip your panties off and let me play with you? I think between my tongue and your BOB in the drawer we can get you happier.”

“Tony, you don’t have to.”

“I know, but maybe I’ve decided that a quick little trip over your clit would be worth the effort. Here, panties off and let me get the vibe for you.” She giggled a little as she got ready for him.

Over the next five minutes she rapidly went from zero to sixty and had a wonderful, crashing orgasm as she clutched his head between her thighs. “Wow, thank you. That was quite a nice surprise. What about you, Honey?”

“Laur, I’m still tired, but I’m so glad I was able to give you a little relief. Now, sleep tight. See you in the morning.”

They both seemed to realize that their next talk about the proposal would be the most important of all. On the fourteenth they went out to dinner at a nice restaurant where he gave her a small pendant of two interlocking hearts on a necklace and she gave him two sets of tickets to see the Chiefs in KC in the fall. After celebrating Valentine’s Day, they drove home while each was thinking of the upcoming conversation. Just inside their door they stood holding each other and kissing before she pulled away from him. She then turned on some soft music, offered him a place on the loveseat and looked expectantly at him.

“Uh, let me start. OK, Laur?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“First of all, I want you to know that I really love you. Deeply, totally. And it is so fuckin’ weird talking about this on Valentine’s Day, a day dedicated to lovers. But, here goes: Knowing how much this means to you and how much I love you, if we can work out the details, I’ve decided I’m in.”

Lauren leaned over and gave him a big, deep kiss. “Oh, Sweetheart, what a lovely gift, really. I know that decision was hard for you. Really, I do. If we do things right, I’m sure we’ll both benefit. Thank you.”

With that they sat down and reviewed all the issues in detail. They agreed to the rules they had discussed earlier: condoms, no repeat SEs, no details to be given after an SE had occurred and not more than two SEs per year each. They agreed that they both could try for an SE on any trip, but they’d stop after two in a year. There was to be no emotional involvement with the hook-up. They also agreed that either one could stop the whole program at any time and the other would accept it without question. And no prostitutes!

Finally, she said, “Tony, I want you to go first.”

“But don’t you have a trip next week? Are you sure you want to miss out on the opportunity? ‘Cause you were the one who really wanted to go down this road.”

“Yes, I’m sure. It was my idea and you’ve been the more reluctant partner, so I want you to go first and see how it goes, see how you feel about it. If it doesn’t work out, then I’d be OK if we stopped right then. If I went first and it didn’t work out, I think you’d probably resent the fact that I had an SE and you didn’t. Anyway, I know it’s going to work, I really do. That’s why I cancelled the trip.”

“Well, uhh, OK, I guess. My next trip is in…”

“Three weeks, I know. I checked,” she laughed. “How about we kinda let the topic rest a bit, maybe talk once more before you leave. OK?”

“Sure. Good. Hey, interested in a little fun tonight…?”

“I’d love to, Tony. You’re still the best a girl could ask for.”

After that they spent the next days and weeks in a state of high horniness. They had more sex than they had ever since their last long vacation to the Bahamas. Their follow-up discussion was a rehash of the last talk and they reviewed and agreed to the rules once again.

—–

In less than three weeks Anthony needed to prepare for his business trip. On Wednesday evening he was packing his carry-on when Lauren came in the bedroom.

“Are you going to be able to get by with just that little suitcase?”

“Yeah, sure. We men can change shirts and be good while you need a complete, new outfit for every day. See?”

“I see, but I was wondering if you had enough room for these,” she said as she dropped a dozen condoms into the suitcase. “Or, do you need more?” she teased.

“A dozen? Are you crazy? I’d be amazed if I used even one.”

“Tony, you’re a handsome and sexy guy. I know the ladies will be drooling all over you. When you are at your booth and giving little talks, just remember to smile at the women, ask for their opinions and I’m sure someone will be interested.

“Look, I know we usually talk by phone every night at bedtime,” she went on. “How about we talk before dinner just to check in? I won’t ask you if you’ve got a date and you won’t tell me. Like we said, a quick acknowledgement after you return is all that is needed. OK?”

“Sure, Honey. You know, I’m kinda nervous about this.”

“You’ll be fine, trust me. Here, leave your ring on the dresser. It is OK with me if you stretch the truth about your marital status. But remember, one and done. You can’t ever meet her again after this trip.”

“Alright, I’ll remember. Here, let me give you a hug. You know, I love you Laur, I really do. Although this might be some guys’ dream-come-true, I’m still not sure how this will go. Come to bed with me, Hon. I want to be super close to you tonight.”

It was a tender coming together of two souls. They each spent time doing everything possible to please the partner. After they had climaxed, they lay side by side gently stroking and showering little kisses on each other. They murmured time after time their love for the other until they drifted into a sound sleep.

—–

The next morning he had to leave quite early. He slipped into the bathroom, showered quickly and grabbed a cup of coffee. Just as he was going into the bedroom to say ‘good-bye’ Lauren was coming out. She had on a sheer negligee that hid nothing and emphasized everything. There was a small, sly grin on her face and her eyes sparkled.

“Here, Honey, give me a hug. Now remember, we’re trying this out. Don’t be nervous. I know you’ll do fine. And, I really mean this: good luck.”

“OK, Sweetheart. I won’t promise anything. I’ll give you a call this evening.”

His flight left fairly early and was only two hours long, getting him to the convention site before noon. There he assembled his booth for the conventioneers to visit between the sessions. After the first talks were over there was a mad rush to the booths. There he gave dozens of quick little talks to the crowds explaining his company’s product. Towards the end of the afternoon and just as he was closing down the booth, a tall, attractive woman came up to him.

“I know I’m late and I can see this tomorrow, but would it be too much to ask you for a quick, private description of your product?”

“No, that would be fine. Anyone with you who might want to join in?”

“No, just me, she smiled. My company is too small and can’t afford to send more than one employee at a time. However, since you’ve pretty much shut it down for the night, why don’t you tell me over dinner?”

“Uh, sure, that’d be great. Want to eat here at the hotel or…”

“No. How about we look up a nice restaurant within walking distance? My treat!”

“Well, that’s very nice of you. I’m sure it’s on your business credit card though, right?” he laughed.

“Sure, it is, but that’s one of the only perks I get. Come on, let’s go. I’ll make the arrangements and meet you down in the lobby in forty-five minutes. OK?”

Anthony went upstairs, took a quick shower and shaved. After putting on his nicest shirt and tie, he sat down on the bed and fumbled with his phone. Finally, he called Lauren.

“Hi, Tony, how’re you doing? Get any interest in the product?”

“Actually, I have. There have been several nibbles and I’m going to have dinner with a potential client here in a few minutes.”

“Well, good. I hope the whole trip is worth it.”

“So far, I’d say it has been. It should at least pay for my travel expenses.”

“Good. Hey, Honey, I’ll let you go. Enjoy your dinner, sell lots, and remember, please have fun.”

“Will do. Lauren, I love you so very much, you know that don’t you?”

“Yes, Tony, I know. And I love you very much, too.”

After hanging up Anthony sighed quietly in relief that the call had gone well and that there was no mention of his date for dinner. He did understand what she meant when she reminded him to ‘have fun.’

“Aw, hell,” he thought to himself, “This gal will probably just be interested in the product. Who am I kidding?”

Once downstairs in the lobby, as he waited for her, he realized he didn’t even know her name. After a few minutes she strode out of the elevator wearing a very snug dress that accentuated her curves. She was about his age, maybe a tad older, and had thick, full blonde hair that flowed over her shoulders. Her smile appeared genuine, her face had just a hint of makeup and her figure was absolutely stunning. Her breasts were full, slightly larger than average and certainly bigger than Laurens’, and she had a flat tummy as well as full, feminine hips.

She came up to him, gently held out her hand shake and as she did, she pulled herself closer and gave him a tiny peck on the cheek.

“Thank you for agreeing to come with me. I get so lonely at these things sometimes. It’s nice to be able to share a meal and drinks and maybe some laughs.”

“Well, I’m looking forward to the evening but I have a confession. I didn’t catch your name.”

“Well, Anthony, I saw yours on your name tag. And I hate wearing the damn things. I’m Samantha, but I go by Sammi.”

“Nice name, I like it. I go by Tony. Well, Sammi, shall we get going? Lead the way.”

As they walked down the darkened streets to the restaurant, they shared little bits of information about their professional lives. Anthony was reluctant to share too much about his personal situation in case this evening developed into something more interesting. He then realized that she was also not talking about herself very much. He wondered if this was on purpose and if she was angling for something more than just dinner.

After a couple of blocks, she slid her hand under his arm and pulled herself closer to him as they walked. Once at the restaurant they were shown to their table for two in a cozy, dimly lit area. They sat across from each other, knee to knee. Their waiter brought them the menu and took orders for white wine for her and a martini for him. Drinking them on empty stomachs loosened them up quite a bit and soon they were laughing and giggling about the conference, the awful opening speaker and some of the other vendors. He was acutely aware that she did not ask about his company’s product line at all.

They enjoyed their meals, a poached salmon with asparagus for her and a New York strip steak for him. They each had one more drink and she declined a third.

“I don’t want to get too tipsy,” she said. “I find that I enjoy myself and my companion a lot better with just two drinks.”

“That’s fine,” he responded. I might go with an Irish Coffee for dessert. What would you like?”

“Let’s split some gelato. That OK with you?”

“Sure. Sounds great. In that case, no Irish Coffee for me.”

As they alternately spooned the rich dessert into their mouths, he found himself staring more and more at her lips. They seemed so sensual as she slipped the spoon between them and then licked it with her tongue as she slowly pulled it from her mouth. She did this while staring at him, as if to dare him to look away.

Once the dishes were removed and she had paid the bill, he put his hands on the table as if to get ready to leave.

“What’s the hurry, Tony? They’re not crowded. Let’s just sit here for a while,” she said as she gently put her right hand on top of his left.

In his mind Tony suddenly realized that he might be looking at a night filled with more than just a companion at dinner. “Could this be an opportunity for an SE?” he asked himself. He knew that in the past he’d have stopped after any subtle hints and gone back alone to his room. Tonight, with Lauren’s urging him to ‘have fun’ still fresh in his memory, he decided to relax and allow things to play out a bit more.

“Well, I kinda thought since we were done with food we’d leave, but really, I’m in no rush.” They chatted some more and finally they agreed to leave the restaurant. On the way back to the hotel they strolled slowly and she kept her hand wrapped snuggly around his upper arm.

“Tony,” she said as they wandered along the sidewalk, “The night is still young. When I get away from home, I like to kick up my heels a little bit. Do you dance?”

“A little bit, not very well. My mom made me take lessons when I was a teen. Why?”

“I love to dance and there’s a combo playing in the hotel bar tonight. It seems like it’s been too long since I’ve danced, wanna join me?”

“Uh, sure, why not?”

“Great. It’ll be fun.” Once back at the hotel she excused herself and went up to her room for a few minutes, then met him back downstairs. She still had on the same, sexy dress but he detected a bit of perfume, which he had not been aware of previously.

In the bar they both ordered a mocktail and then drifted over to the dance floor. There were only two other couples dancing, so they had plenty of room. Anthony was not a skilled dancer but he was able to lead Sammi around with waltzes and foxtrots. She seemed to really enjoy herself. Finally, the band slipped into some more mellow, slower tunes and the two came together. She pulled herself up to him and pushed her pelvis up against his growing erection. At first, he tried to pull away but she scooted closer to him while whispering, “It’s nice, makes me feel desired and sexy. Don’t pull away.”

She dropped her face down to his chest and shivered a bit as he gently laid a kiss on her head. In response she slid her leg between his and clasped him closer still. They danced like that until the band announced a twenty-minute break. Once back at their table she slid in next to him and kept her arm and leg touching his.

After they sat there for a few minutes she took his hand in hers and whispered to him, “Uh, I’m going to come right out and ask. Would you be interested in taking this upstairs?”

“Uh, maybe. No, make that a definite yes.”

“Sometimes I just like to have some fun with no strings attached. You?”

“Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve done anything like this,” he answered, thinking of his pre-Lauren days. “But I find you incredibly sexy. I have a king, you?”

“Queen. Give me your room number and I’ll be there in five minutes,” she responded by kissing him lightly on the lips.

They quickly rose, leaving their drinks behind with a tip and went upstairs. She got off the elevator with a promise to see him soon and he went on up to his room. Suddenly he was nervous. This was it. He was going to have sex with someone who was not his wife. He repeated over and over that it was her idea and she wished him to have fun. He quickly brushed his teeth and slipped the condoms onto the bedside table just in time to hear the quiet knocking on his door. At the door he was greeted by Sammi, still in the same dress, but carrying a large tote bag, undoubtedly holding extra clothes and toiletries.

“Hi. Can I come in?”

“Most certainly. Please ignore my social awkwardness. I’m not used to this kind of thing…”

“Tony, relax. We’re here to have some fun, laughs, whatever. Wow, you sure have a nice room,” she said as she walked further in the room and dropped her bag on a suitcase stand.

“Yeah, one of my few perks. Here, let’s open the curtains and you can get a great view of the river from up here.”

“Oh, lovely. Could you turn out the lights so we can see better through the glass?”

After he dimmed the lights, they sat together on the couch facing the city. She snuggled up next to him as he wrapped his arm around her. After silently viewing the city lights for a few minutes she took his hand and gently pulled it down to her breast. As he began to stroke it, she sighed quietly and then turned to him. Her eyes glistened with the reflected lights and she stretched up to him with her lips slightly parted and asked, “Care to give a girl a kiss?”

Anthony bent down and slowly approached her lips with his until they were mere millimeters apart before he whispered, “Yes I will give you a kiss, but where would you like it?”

“Ooh, you mean I have a choice? Let’s start with these lips, then maybe later somewhere else. You good with that?”

“One of my favorite pastimes,” he chuckled as he finally touched her lips with his. They then spent several long minutes gently exploring each other’s lips and tongue. Anthony pulled the hand discretely to her side but she reached and pulled it back over to her breast. He could feel her hard nipple beaded up under the thin bra cup and dress. They continued to explore each other with their hands roaming further.

Finally, she whispered into his ear, “The zipper’s in back.” He reached around and slowly pulled it down and once it was at the bottom, she pulled back from him, held out her arms and let him pull the dress forward. She then reached back and unsnapped her bra and let him pull it forward off her arms.

Sammi’s breasts were full with just a hint of sag. Her areolae were dusky pink and topped with beaded-up nipples. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thanks. I really needed to hear that. You’re not so bad looking yourself, but I’m at a disadvantage. You’ve still got your clothes on.” With that she reached over, undid his tie, began to unbutton his shirt and pull it from his slacks. Once it was off, she stood up, dropped her dress to the floor and then knelt in front of him. “Now about these slacks…” Once they were unzipped, he stood and let them fall to the floor. His erection, which bulged through the slit in his boxers, was met with a giggle and a sigh. “Very nice. Here, let me get these off of you and you take my panties off of me. Fair?”

Wordlessly he agreed and suddenly he was nude in front of a nude woman, a woman who was not his wife, for the first time in over eight years. She approached him, hugged him and then sighed, “It’s a bit chilly, can we try out your bed?” As she turned to the bed, he went to close the curtains but she asked that they stay open. “I love this atmosphere,” she said.

After she lay down, he stretched out over her and began to kiss her gently, first the lips and then over her face and neck. He could feel her pulse quicken as he nuzzled her neck. His kisses drifted further down and began to take in her nipples. She shivered and pulled his head closer to her. “Not so light. You can be pretty rough, if you want.”

Anthony knew that Lauren always liked her nipples to be gently caressed and kissed. Here he was being asked to be more aggressive so he started to suck hard and even brought his teeth into play. One time he bit lightly on her nipple and she moaned in appreciation. He found that he really liked stimulating her as she requested. At one point she seemed to shudder and call out and he wondered if she had even orgasmed. Finally, he drifted down and began to lick below her trimmed bush. This caused her to moan loudly and taking a hint from her nipples, he was more aggressive with licking and sucking he clit than he ever was with Lauren. Sammi seemed to really enjoy it and in a matter of just a few minutes she clutched his head, pulled it tightly to her and then moaned and shrieked as she came. He gently eased off the sucking of her clit and finally he heard her speak softly to him, “That was phenomenal. You, my dear man, know your way around a girl. You’d be surprised how many men don’t.”

After a few minutes of gentle licking she gently pulled him up to her and said, “That was special. How can I return the favor?”

“I’m afraid I’m going to be pretty quick, so how about a quick screw? Then we can try something else, hmm?”

“OK, me on top or you?”

“Doggie, OK with you?”

“Oh, absolutely. Here,” she said as she turned over and rose up onto all fours. Her pussy glistened in the faint light from the city and just as he was about ready to enter her, he remembered the condoms. He paused, grabbed for them and as he tore the package open, he heard her say, “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. You don’t need to…”

“Shh, it’s OK, I kinda prefer it.”

He then entered her and found that instead of being too quick, he was enjoying himself and kept the urge to come under control. Sammi bent over further and he could see she was fingering herself. As she became more vocal with moaning and heavy breaths, he found himself increasingly stimulated until he reached up, grabbed her shoulders and used them to help him pound in and out harder and faster. Finally, as she was calling out, he let loose a torrent of sperm. He then eased up, eventually pulled out and took the condom off his partially deflated cock.

Center of Attention 0 (0)

It’s a sunny afternoon. I lay back on my couch, letting my eyes take a break from the book I’m reading as I rest it on my chest. The large front window pours sunlight over me, making me feel warm and relaxed. I’m just starting to consider maybe ordering food and having a quiet night in when I hear three sharp raps on the door and my heart skips a beat.

My feet barely seem to touch the floor as I hasten to open the door to see him. Tall, slender, and lean, with tawny hair and puppy-like brown eyes with a mischievous spark in them. He looks me over.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asks, eyes roaming from my chest, down my body to my fluffy-socked-feet, and bouncing back up to my bum. He seems disappointed in my choice of comfortable clothing, but I really didn’t know he was going to come over, or I would’ve put a bit of effort in.

“Funny you should ask, I was just thinking about spending the night in.” My voice lilts at the end of the sentence, almost becoming a question as I wonder what he has planned.

“I have a much better idea,” he replies, pushing me inside and shutting the door behind him. I hear his bag drop to the floor with a soft thunk. His hands fondle my bum for a moment before he gingerly pushes me back onto the couch, my book toppling to the floor, forgotten.

He brings my legs together and pulls at the waistband of my track pants, his eyes meeting mine. He pauses like that, tilts his head and raises his eyebrows.

I nod.

He pulls my pants roughly down my legs, deftly sliding his fingers under my underwear as well, leaving my bottom half naked except for my fluffy bed socks. He pulls my legs apart and inspects my pussy, pink and glistening in the sunlight.

“This won’t do,” he says playfully, caressing my mound. “When was the last time you shaved?”

My cheeks redden. “Umm… a week or two, maybe?”

“You know I like a clean-shaven pussy,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to shave my pussy so you can have your way with it, sir,” I giggle nervously.

“Hmm… actually, you sound anxious, and I wouldn’t want your shaky little hands to make any mistakes. Best if I do it, huh?” his finger slowly circles my labia as he thinks out loud.

“Yes, sir,” I say. I am shaking a little. Usually he only cares about my public hair if someone else might see us, which makes me excited and nervous. Trying to surreptitiously get more information, I say breathily, “I wouldn’t want anyone to see the mess I’d make of it right now.”

Without another word, he stands, and offers me his hand. I take it, and he pulls me up and leads me to the bathroom. He gently pulls my t-shirt over my head, taking a moment to admire my chest. He playfully flicks one of my nipples, making me shiver, and his lip curls upwards.

“Sit,” he commands, turning to get the razor and shaving cream.

I sit, legs wide open, on the closed toilet seat. I pull off my socks and toss them near where he discarded my shirt. He gently pulls my labia and rubs in some shaving cream slowly, slyly slipping two fingers into my slit as he massages it in.

“You’re already so wet, you fucking slut.”

“Yes sir,” I breathe.

The razor is cold on my skin. I fight the urge to flinch each time he swipes, not wanting to make his job more difficult. “Good little slut,” he purrs as he carefully removes the short, dark hairs.

We sit like that for five or so minutes, him quietly working, and me trying to control myself, knowing that a reward will come if I’m good.

“Up,” he says after the last swipe.

I stand, shivering a little, partly with anticipation and partly because it’s getting chilly. I watch him turn the shower on and grab the shower head, using it to motion that I get in. I do so, and he points the stream at my freshly shaved pussy, removing any remaining cream and loose hairs. He slides his finger up and down my slit again, and I know he can feel the heat and wetness radiating from my pussy.

Once he’s satisfied that there’s nothing left, he puts the shower head back and starts rubbing soap into my back.

“I want you to be nice and clean,” he explains.

I close my eyes and lean back into the water. I rinse my body, enjoying the fact that he’s watching me, knowing he loves how my naked body looks. I pass my hand over my pussy, now smooth, and admire how well he’s shaved it; I can’t feel any bumps.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he asks almost playfully.

“No sir, I’m sorry, I just wanted to feel how well you did,” I apologise.

“Very well,” he says. “I’ll let it slide. I think you’re as clean as you’re gonna get now, dirty little slut.”

He abruptly shuts the water off and my eyes snap open at the sudden cool air on my wet body. I step out of the shower.

“May I dry myself off?”

“Let me.”

He takes my soft blue towel and starts patting my body dry, taking a particularly long time at my chest and my crotch. Once he’s satisfied, he hangs my towel back up and turns back around with a tube of moisturiser. He squeezes a dab into his hand and gently lathers it into my freshly shaved skin.

“I want you looking your best,” he says, massaging moisturiser into my outer lips as I quiver. “Are you nervous?”

“Yes sir, a little.”

“You know you’re safe with me.”

“I know, sir.”

He smiles and I feel a bit less anxious. I smile back. He takes my hand in his; it’s a little sticky. He leads me back into the lounge room. The sun has started to set, but it’s still quite warm in here. He pushes me onto the couch, my head resting on the end, legs splayed. He pulls my legs properly apart so that my pussy is fully exposed to the window and any passers by. He gets up and rummages in his bag for a moment, turning around with his camera.

“Stay just like that.” I can feel the colour rushing to my cheeks again as the camera clicks multiple times.

“I’m getting a few different angles,” he explains. He’s trying to maintain an air of coolness, but I can see the outline of his erection pushing at the front of his jeans. “Perfect. You look so good.”

He puts the camera down on the coffee table, pointing at me. He clicks a button. He steps toward me and gets on his knees next to the sofa.

My heart beats faster as I see his head lower down to my now pillowy soft pussy, and I gasp loudly when his mouth finally makes contact with me. His tongue slides down my slit, tasting the warm juices I’ve been making since he showed up.

His tongue roves up and down for a few moments before homing in on my clitoris, starting to make slow, deliberate circles as I squirm and gasp. He keeps moving his tongue at a steady pace as I feel his hand slide up my thigh, pushing me even further open. My skin tingles where his fingers touch, moving agonisingly slowly in towards my hole. As he gets close to it, he just barely slips one finger in for a moment before pulling it away and starting back at the middle of my thigh. I groan impatiently. I hear him laugh, the hum tickling my clit and making me moan. He once again slides his fingers up to my hole, letting it go a little further in before slipping away once again.

I’m gasping and clutching the edges of the couch pillows, knowing how good it’s going to feel when he finally puts his fingers deep inside me.

My thigh shivers as his hand traces its now familiar path up to my pussy, a little more forcefully this time, and I know he’s going to let me cum. Just thinking it makes me even hornier, and I moan loudly as his fingers brush my labia and finally push deep into my vagina. He starts pumping his fingers in and out, slowly and rhythmically, steadily getting faster as I moan and quiver, and suddenly he hoists himself up, fingers still inside me but his torso against mine, his lips meeting mine in a long, delicious kiss. I can taste my arousal on his lips and it starts to tip me over the edge. Sensing that I’m close, he starts to pump faster, pulling his face away from mine to tell me, “it’s time to cum, slut.”

And finally, I start to cum, and I don’t stop as he finger fucks me hard and fast, pulling my face up to his and kissing me passionately as I cum over and over onto his hand, the relief washing over my entire body and making my toes curl and my legs spasm uncontrollably.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out as he pulls his fingers all the way out only to shove them right back in, roughly coaxing out all the orgasms my body can manage. After what seems like hours, the quivering slows and stops, and I feel my senses start to return to normal.

“Good slut,” he groans between kisses as he starts to slow down. He pulls out his fingers and stuffs them in my mouth, letting me lick them clean. “What a good little warm-up.”

Taking a hint, I try to reach for his pants, looking for a zipper.

“No, no, not today,” he says, batting my hand away. “I’ve got much bigger plans. This was a reward for doing so well in the bathroom.”

“Thank you for letting me cum, sir,” I say obediently, watching him get up and tap the camera button. “What would you like me to do now?”

“Get dressed,” he says. “I’ve got somewhere I want to be by…” he glances at his watch, “6:30.”

I look at my phone, still on the coffee table where it was when I was reading. It’s 6:00 now.

“Am I coming with you, sir?”

“Of course, why would I get you all cleaned up if I didn’t want you to come?” he asks mischievously.

“What should I wear?”

“Hmmm. Something… easy to take off?” he says suggestively.

I can feel myself getting nervous again, but I trust him. I stand up, looking out the window as I consider what I might wear. I can see the street from this window, and the idea that someone might have seen us just now is making me horny again…

“Slut!” he exclaims suddenly. “Are you getting hot thinking about showing off? You silly little whore, go get dressed right now.”

“Yes sir.”

I go to the bedroom, still wondering if anyone saw us through the window and getting wetter.

Easy to take off… I wonder where he’s taking me. Maybe a party? We’ve both said before we’d like to do it in front of a lot of people, and a party seems like a good place for that. With that in mind, I decide to dress in a pair of short shorts that barely cover my bum, and a blue crop top with nothing underneath. Just two things to remove when he wants, and plenty for him to enjoy before that as well. As I pull the shorts up I’m glad they’re dark; there’s no way I won’t leave a wet patch right now. I head back out to the lounge room.

“What do you think, sir?”

He’s sitting on the couch, looking over the photos and video he just took. When he heard my voice, he turns and smiles. “Very good. Nothing underneath?”

“No sir, I know you’ll want to get to me as quickly as possible,” I reply.

“Good slut,” he says, turning the camera off and putting it back in his bag. “You ready?”

“Should I bring anything else?”

“Just get your phone and wallet. I have everything else you’ll need.”

“Yes, sir.” I retrieve my things and stand in front of him. Before standing, he feels my pussy through the shorts.

“You’re such a slut,” he smiles as he feels the wet patch already growing. “Let’s go.”

We head out to the car, and I think I see one of my neighbours, an older man, peeking through his curtains at me, but when I turn for a closer look, he’s no longer there. The idea that he watched me just now makes me even more wet – I think I feel a little drop slide down my leg.

He opens my door first, copping another feel of my bum and pussy as he guides me in. I’m definitely dripping; I see him lick his finger and look at me lustfully. He closes my door and walks around to the driver’s side, hand barely covering where I know his cock is sitting rock hard beneath his jeans.

“You fucking slut,” he says as he gets in and starts the car. “You were hoping that dirty old man saw your pussy, weren’t you?”

“Yes sir,” I say, looking down at my knees, a little embarrassed.

“He’s still watching us,” he points to his window. The man is back, peering at us from behind his curtain again. “Why don’t you take your top off for him?”

My heart beats fast as I pull my top over my head, and in a moment of pure adrenaline, I push my chest up against the window as we drive past his house. I think I saw his phone camera flash, and it just makes me even more worked up.

“I think he took a photo,” I say, breathing hard and rocking my hips a little.

“Look at you, you filthy fucking slut.” He smiles slyly. “You really like showing off your body, don’t you? Like a fucking whore.”

“Yes sir.”

He pulls up at a set of lights and looks around. “Look.” He points to the car next to us, on the passenger side. The man in the car looks like he’s driving home from work; he looks tired, and he’s dressed in a business suit. He’s probably about 40, nearly twice my age. I turn to look at him head on, and after a few seconds, he notices my stare. His eyes bulge when he sees me, topless, idly playing with one of my nipples. God, I’m so horny. The lights change and he’s gone.

“We’re not too far away now,” he says. “I want you to take your shorts off now. I want to see you.”

“Yes sir.” My hands shake as I manoeuvre around the seatbelt to get my shorts off. I feel a wet patch on the car seat as my hands go under my bum. I toss my shorts into the back seat. I don’t know where they landed.

“Good.” He drives wordlessly for a few moments. “Here we are.”

I look out. It is a party. It doesn’t look like many people are here yet, but there are a couple people smoking out the front when we pull in. I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m so excited for these strangers to see my freshly shaved pussy when I get out the car; I want them to ogle at my soft skin and smell my arousal. I wouldn’t stop them if they tried to touch me.

He gets out and comes around to my door. He opens it. Despite my eagerness, I’m still very anxious. I focus on him as I step out. His eyes are still soft, but he’s clearly turned on; I think I see a little wet patch through his jeans.

“Hey, entertainment’s here!” A man’s voice says. “Let me show you inside.”

A stranger strides up to us, one of the smokers. “I’m glad you got here on time.”

He’s taller than both of us, with short sandy hair and a scruffy short beard. “I’m Shane,” he says to me.

“Nice to meet you,” I say, holding my hand out. Shane takes my hand, and looks at him, seeming to ask a question wordlessly. He nods. Shane lets go of my hand and before I can stop him, sticks a finger in my pussy; I involuntarily moan loudly.

“You’re all warmed up, huh?” Shane grins. “Come with me.”

We’re led into the house, down a short hallway and into a bedroom. Shane grins and leaves without a word.

“Are you alright?” He says.

I nod, not trusting my voice.

“Safe word is spinach,” he says as he pushes me onto the bed and pulls something out of his bag.

He slips something over my head and I can’t see anymore – he’s blindfolded me. Next, I feel him tie soft – silk? – ropes around my ankles and wrists. Then he pulls my limbs out, and I can feel the rope go taut as he ties me down.

“No one is going to hurt you,” he assures me. “I’ll be here the whole time, and I’m going to make sure you’re safe. But I know you want this, don’t you?”

“Yes sir,” my voice shakes. “You know I’ve always wanted strangers to have their way with me. I’m just a toy for others’ pleasure tonight.”

“Very good, slut.” I can hear the smile in his voice. I hear him rummaging around and then I hear his tripod click into place and his camera set on top.

“Oh my god, he’s going to film me,” I think, feeling all the blood rush to my crotch and face at the same time.

“You look gorgeous,” he says. I hear him walk out the door and then I hear voices further away. They start to come closer and my body bucks against my will at the thought of a stranger seeing me, touching me in this vulnerable state.

I think it’s Shane again, but I can’t be sure, because they go quiet as they get closer. I hear footsteps come right up to me, then I hear a zipper and pants dropping.

I feel a warm cock rubbing over my throbbing clit, and I nearly cum right then and there. I moan loudly. I hear more footsteps, and then more zips and buttons and pants dropping. I don’t know how many people are in here, but suddenly another penis is being stroked on my chest, then one on the other side, and another is pushed against my lips. I open my mouth and taste salty pre-cum as a hard cock is shoved roughly into my mouth at the same time the cock at my pussy lunges inside me. This time, I do cum. I moan onto the cock in my mouth as it fucks my throat, and my pussy throbs and clenches the cock inside me.

“Fuck, that’s good.” I hear several men grunting.

“I wanna fuck that pussy, too, I’m next.”

The man fucking me starts grunting and thrusting harder. The cock in my mouth suddenly explodes, pouring hot, salty cum down my throat and trailing out of my mouth as he pulls it out and finishes on my face. Like a domino effect, I feel four more streams of cum hit me, on my chest, tummy, and pussy. The cock inside me thrusts deep, depositing what feels like a huge, hot load inside me. At this point, I’m not sure when one orgasm starts and another begins. I’m in pure bliss as several men feel all over my body, me helpless to stop them. I feel hands and cocks touching any part they can reach. The first cock pulls out and another one immediately goes in, smaller but wider than the last, the man thrusting and grunting rhythmically. A constant stream of cum is puddling in the middle of my chest, with streaks all over my body. Another penis enters my mouth, hard and hot. I don’t think I’ve ever been in such ecstasy before. I am these men’s toy for the night, moaning and cumming constantly, not wanting it to stop.

It must go on for hours, but eventually less men are in the room; it’s cooler with less bodies in the room but there are still a few men fucking me. One is in my mouth, pumping in and out, one is slowly rubbing his cock on my hard, cum drenched nipple, and another is slowly lapping my pussy, cleaning up several men’s semen as it continuously gushes out of me. Occasionally another man will enter and fuck my pussy, or my mouth and then leave when he’s had his fill, but the one eating me out keeps coming back every time there’s a chance. I can’t wait to watch the footage later of whoever it is, dutifully sucking my sopping pussy between fucks. I bet he’s rock hard. Eventually, it seems to completely peter out, and it’s just him at my pussy.

“Sir?” I ask.

“Mmmm.” I feel his hum against my labia.

“Thank you.”

“Good slut,” he purrs, stroking my sticky tummy. “You did well.”

“I’ve got one more man to please,” I insist.

“Oh? And how do you know I haven’t already had my fill?” He asks playfully, still licking and sucking me.

“I knew you’d save the best for last,” I smile.

Without a word, he pulls himself up, and pushes his hard, yearning cock slowly into my cum-soaked pussy.

“This is what you want, slut?”

“Yes, sir.”

As he starts to pump, his finger starts circling my clit, and he leans his head down and kisses me deeply, tasting the mess the other men left.

He thrusts slowly and deliberately, savouring the moment. I can feel how much he’s been wanting to fuck me, ever since he knocked on my door this afternoon. He starts to thrust faster, unable to control himself. I can feel another orgasm building as he starts ramming his cock deep inside me, pushing loads of sperm back into me and circling my clit roughly as he finally lets himself go, fucking me hard and fast. I cry out and cum hard when I feel his penis swell inside me and pump a huge, hot load into me.

“Fuck!” He cries out as he cums, holding himself still as his cock spurts and spurts for what seems like ages, gently hitting my g-spot and elongating my orgasm.

Finally, he pulls out and kisses me deeply. “You did such a good job. God, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I murmur as he collapses onto the bed beside me.

Mirror, Mirror 1 (1)

“Did you get the pavement smoothed out?”

“Ugh. You know I hate when you say that, but yes.”

Brian loved getting on Kim’s nerves about that and, well, most anything else. It was just fun to him and the same situation applied the other way around. That kind of give and take is what made their interactions so entertaining.

“I have to admit” he started, “I’m surprised you found someone out here to do that.”

“I know, but I’m glad I did. The hair was driving me crazy. The girl that did it hadn’t only done it just a couple of weeks and I think she bruised my mound, but the wax always feels nice. I think she bruised me, though.”

Kim had never seen much reason to remove the hair on her pussy until a few years back. It was time to do something for a change now that she was in her 40s. She was starting to feel that things were getting stale, so she felt that there had to be a way to feel fresh, new and exciting. After getting over some fear of being judged on how her pussy looked, she took the plunge and got waxed. It was a nice, clean feeling. Smooth and soft like she had never seen or felt before.

Brian had seen a lot of bald pussies before and Kim’s was a really nice expression of one. It was beautiful to his eye, in his mouth and without the fear brush burn on his forehead when he was going down on her.

They walked in over to where her suitcase was, picked it and dropped it on the bed. Brian had said she’d packed too much girly stuff (though he really only meant her clothes. He wanted her to naked all the time, but she refused because it wasn’t generally accepted in public.Well, that and the idea that she didn’t want to scare people. This really got under Brian’s skin, so naturally, she did it often.)

Kim set out pjs and began to undress. Her bottoms came first and then her top. A fresh pair of boyshort panties replaced her the ones she had on previously. They weren’t particularly sexy, just traditional for a woman her age. She had reached the point in her life where she didn’t care so much about how she looked to others. She did things for herself and not anyone else. Comfort was key.

Brian moved across the other side of the bed and behind her. His hands landed on her shoulders, touching lightly with his fingers at the base of her neck.

“Why don’t you just stay naked? It’s not like we’re going anywhere.”

“I can’t. I just feel ugly and disgusting.”

“We have to do this again? Ok, we’ll do it again. Come with me.” Putting his hand on her shoulder, he encouraged her to come across the room. With a reluctant sigh, she followed him back across the end of the bed. Looking at him, he looked at the wall, where a full body mirror was mounted on the wall.

“Come on…” he said. “Look properly in the mirror.”

“Ugh,” she said audibly, but did it anyway. “You know I don’t like this.”

“Well, I do and I’m going to show you all the reasons you need to look in it and appreciate it like I do. Just like every other time.”

“It’s not going -” she started before he cut her off.

Brian walked up behind her half naked body. Her breasts were perfectly large and even, the result of an augmentation. They look so real, natural and normal. You’d never know that they had been artificially enhanced unless you were told they were. Coming behind her, his bare chest against her bare back, he wrapped his arms around her loosely.

“Ok, you see these? These are perfectly beautiful.” His fingers traced the outsides, to the underside and then to the right side, his palms made their way across to the front, repeating the same on the left. He barely touched either one, but her body’s natural reaction to it raised goose pimples immediately. She gasped slightly as his finger made slight contact on her right, tracing the nipple with his fingertip, almost entirely without actually touching it. The sensation is all she needed. He took his finger and repeated the same motions, stretching across from the right. His lips touched her neck while his left hand resided on her hip. Things started to get warm and wet between her legs.

“Do you see what I mean? What’s not to like? Not how they look, but the reactions to the sensations running through you. Maybe others don’t get to see this, but I do and I’m telling you this is what there is to love about them. What do you think?” he asked Kim softly.

“I guess they are kinda sexy. They do what I need them to do and I do love those things. They were money well spent.”

Brian’s hand continued down her body, inside her boyshorts and over her smooth mound. Kim sighed heavily.

“And this…” he touched it softly, his fingers testing the tender skin, fresh from waxing. “And then this…” he pulled her firmly against him.

There was no longer “getting wet” between her legs. Kim’s pussy was gushing girl juice in her clean underwear, something Brian and started to push down slowly. “I love the slow reveal and the excitement that shows and feels how wet you are.” he told her.

All of Kim was flush now. Brian had pushed her panties to her ankles and his hand behind her, indicating her to stand closer to the mirror, though she couldn’t understand why, the was almost no way to get –

Brian made a sudden push with his body – which had become completely unclothed somewhere during his administrations to her body – and so that her body was against the mirror. His erection pushed between her legs, the tip stopped at the bottom of her ass crack where her thighs came together, closed off entirely.. Kim took the hint and rocked her hips back and her legs open. Her hands were firmly placed against the mirror.

As soon as she opened her legs, Brian’s hardon slid deep into her very hot, very aroused and very wet pussy. The instant invasion almost pushed her over the edge, yet she maintained her composure. She didn’t want to cum…yet.

Brian brought his mouth close to her neck, his teeth biting it playfully. She was going absolutely crazy! Pushing back against him, but he wouldn’t give yet…no thrusting yet. He whispered.

“This…this is the part that no one gets to enjoy but me. It’s my favorite part of your body.”

His body started to thrust and it wasn’t long before a furious fucking took off. Fast, hard, dirty, animal like sex. Slapping sounds, squishing sounds, suction sounds. Kim was reaching the point of no return. It was happening and she couldn’t stop it again. She didn’t want to stop it again.

“Ohhhhh nnnnnggggg ahhhh!!” she yelled. Brian pounded harder as she came, seeing her reflection in the mirror as she did so. This was beyond hot, way more than most anything she experienced.

Collapsing forward to hold herself up against the mirror caused her hips to rock back and force her legs wide open. This was the freedom Brian needed. He grabbed her hips and his orgasm crashed inside her as her cum came to an end.

The upward position they were in allowed his cum to start running back down and out over his throbbing cock while he thrusted. Brian crashed forward against her lower back, breathing hard and his body sweating. It was all Kim could do to stay upright.

The position had taken a toll on her body. She had to stand. Sliding her body up the mirror, Brian’s cock naturally slipped out and cum gushed from inside her. She stepped out of the panties that had been around her ankles. There was a very wet patch on the hotel carpet, a mix of cum from both of them.

“I…I like that part too…” Kim said with a winded breath. They both took a place on the bed, laying against each other from the side of the bed.

“So, will I have to remind you…” Brian struggled slightly to get his breath back, “about what there is to love about your body?” He grinned.

“I don’t know,” Kim said playfully. “I’m sure I’m going to hate it again one or two or five more times before we leave tomorrow.”

They both laughed, climbed on the bed properly and laid there. Regular conversation overtook the previously primal experiences just several minutes before.

However, there was one lingering question that would need to be addressed: how long would it be before Kim needed another reminder of how great she looks?

A Pegging For My Valentine 0 (0)

“How do I look?” said Amy, coming into the bedroom and giving a slightly self-mocking twirl.

“Stunning,” I replied.

Of course, I’d be a terrible boyfriend if that wasn’t my default response. No woman wants to be told by their significant other on Valentine’s Day that they look anything less than gorgeous, regardless of whether it’s true or not. Right now, though, I had no need for a white lie or the idealised gaze of the lover. Amy looked hot. Even the most objective observer would have said that at this moment, showing off her new lingerie and blushing at my hungry admiration, she was an absolute knock out.

Seeing her like this, I knew that this had been the right Valentine’s present. I’d gone all out on making this a special romantic night in the bedroom, lighting candles, scattering rose petals on the bed, we’d already shared champagne. The lingerie was just the icing on the cake. It was just perfect on her and justified all the time I’d spent picking it out; not just as a treat for me seeing her look so sexy, so desirable (I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love her looking casual in her jeans and oversized hoodie, but showing off her curves in sensual lingerie just pushes me over the edge), but also for Amy herself. She wasn’t always as keen on those curves as me, sometimes dwelling too much on that lack of a mythical thigh gap, but today she was flaunting them. She was drawing confidence from her sensual underwear.

She was dressed in a red satin bustier with a pattern of roses in lace. The bustier, which was doing a great job enhancing Amy’s luscious curves and showing off her ample chest, had attached garters which held up a pair of crimson thigh-high stockings. But it was what was between her shapely thighs that really caught my attention as my eyes took in the full extent of my gorgeous valentine. Instead of the matching red satin panties that had been part of her Valentine’s present along with the bustier, Amy was wearing a sort of harness around her waist and between her legs. Attached to the front with an O-shaped ring was a dangling red plastic rod.

“What is that?” I said with surprise, although I wasn’t so naive that I didn’t recognise a strapon dildo. I was just that I’d never expected my very straight and pretty vanilla girlfriend to be wearing one!

“It’s my Valentine’s present to you,” she smirked, “You got me a sexy treat, I just thought I had to return the favour.”

“With that?”

“Why not? It’s something new and fun. You said the lingerie would make me feel empowered and sexy. And it does, but so does this.”

She took the scarlet dildo in her hand and waved it in my direction, thrusting her hips forward at the same time. It was simultaneously intimidating and arresting and I wasn’t sure which of those had made me go a little weak at the knees. That champagne was already going to my head.

“Besides,” she added, “I read that this could give you the best orgasm you ever had. The prostate is the male g-spot, you know, and this can help me reach it.”

“Read that where?” I asked, beginning to find that there was something definitely extra alluring about the confident, take-charge Amy that was resulting from sensual lingerie and a strapon.

“10 Ways to Spice Up Your Valentine’s Day in the Bedroom,” which seemed plausible, even if she did appear to have given this a lot more thought than a single clickbait listicle, “Apparently, pegging is becoming more and more popular all the time.”

“So, how do you feel about your Valentine’s treat?” she continued when I said nothing in response, still collecting my thoughts, wondering how exactly I did feel about it.

“It’s… certainly a surprise gift,” I admitted, “And, anyway, it doesn’t seem fair for me to give you something to wear and your gift to me is something for you to wear as well. Shouldn’t you be giving me something?”

“Oh, believe me, I plan on giving it to you alright,” she giggled, it was an infectious and enticing sound, “And when I do really give it to you, then you’ll see how much this Valentine’s present is really for you!”

My gorgeous girlfriend in sexy lingerie telling me in flirtatiously commanding tones how I was going to get it? Of course I felt more than a little turned on, even if the strapon wasn’t part of how I’d fantasised about our romantic Valentine’s evening.

“Is this something you really want?” I was still really not sure if I did, regardless of how it was getting me a little aroused to see Amy like this, “To screw my ass with that?”

“What’s important is for you to want it too. We won’t do anything you don’t want. We can take it slow. But I think this is something you’re going to really like. Don’t you trust me to always pick out the best presents?”

This was true. Amy knew me well enough that she had a knack for getting me presents that she knew I would enjoy, sometimes even if I was a little unsure about them at first! For my last birthday she got me a skydiving experience. It wasn’t something I’d ever have considered planning for myself, but it was an absolute thrill, one of the best experiences of my life. Maybe the same would be true of pegging.

“You really do look incredible, even packing that between your legs,” I admitted, “That and the lingerie, both Valentine’s presents together… You look very sensual and powerful.”

“So, does that mean yes, you’ll try it?” her eyes lit up with excitement. How could I deny her whatever she wanted when she looked like that?

“OK,” I agreed, “Let’s try it out and just see how it goes.”

Gleefully, Amy pulled me into an embrace and soon our lips were locked in passionate kisses. Her hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me tightly against her, making me feel the hardness of her sex toy pushing against my crotch. I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel pushing up inside me. Meanwhile, however, I was just enjoying the hungry eagerness with which my girlfriend planted her kisses on me and fondled my body.

“You won’t regret this,” she said, her hands now moving down to give my ass a squeeze, “You know I’ve always enjoyed that fine butt. Now I can’t wait to nail it!”

She was right. That had always been something she liked about my body. Often when we were making out she liked to grope and fondle my ass and it was the part of me she complimented more than any other. I guess, although I obviously hadn’t anticipated it at all, that was the first step toward her newfound desire to penetrate that ass as well. Either way, her latest ass groping was causing the stirrings of arousal to grow in my groin. One way or another, I was keen to get down to action.

Amy eagerly pulled my clothes from my body, stripping me of my shirt and jeans in moments. My semi-hard cock sprung out of my boxers as she pulled them around my ankles, prompting her to give it a playful tug. She did not continue there, though, but instead pushed me back so I was sitting on the edge of the bed completely naked.

Pushing my legs wide open, Amy knelt between them on the bedroom floor. She reached forward and began to stroke my already partially aroused cock. Her lips opened and she slid the head of it between them, swirling her tongue around it. With one hand still jerking my shaft, the other cupped my balls. Slowly that second hand slid further down and between my legs until she was caressing my perineum as she sucked on the head of my cock.

It felt great getting head from Amy, looking stunning in her rose-patterned Valentine’s lingerie lit by glowing candle light. I gave my body up to the skills of her mouth and hands, so much enjoying the moment that I even forgot what else she had planned for this evening. But then I felt Amy’s hand exploring further beneath me. From stroking my perineum, a feeling that I was really starting to get into, her finger now moved to press against my hole.

The moment I felt something push up against my tight hole my carefree body tensed up, but at the same time my already aroused cock stiffened too.

“Just relax, babe,” Amy said, still licking around my firm cock.

I did as she said, tried to regain that feeling of floating in contented pleasure, and sure enough, a moment later her finger was no longer knocking at my door. It had been invited in. She had barely half an inch of her index finger pushed up inside my tight hole. But, having never taken anything up there before, even something that small felt like it filled me up. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy that filled sensation, though, that novel sense of something pushing up into me.

“Is that good?” she said, gently moving her finger in small circles inside me.

“Yes,” I sighed.

“Do you want more?”

“Mm,” I moaned in confirmation.

Amy pushed me further back onto the bed so that I was now lying on my back with my legs lifted and spread, exposing more of my ass. She reached under the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube that I hadn’t realised was there. She really had been taking the time to prepare her own take on the romantic Valentine’s evening while I had been lighting candles and scattering rose petals! She spread the lube over her fingers. Using her index and ring finger she pushed the cheeks of my ass open and ran the middle finger along my crack and back up inside my hole, lubricating me up.

The lube felt slick and cold on my bare skin and in this position on my back with my legs spread and raised I felt even more exposed. But Amy knew just what to do to make me feel good and relaxed. As she continued to stroke my cock with her other hand, her lubricated finger plunged far deeper up my ass than before, now sliding easily inside me.

If I’d enjoyed a little the sensation of being filled when Amy’s fingertip had first pushed against my hole, this was something else entirely, something far more arousing. My body felt alive like never before with the new sensation of something penetrating deep inside, exploring pleasure centres I had never until now realised I had. Amy’s fingering thrust in and out of me and it felt amazing, pushing across tender nerve endings.

Deep in my ass she bent her finger and found the nub of my prostate. As she pushed against it I thought I was going to climax right there and then, throwing my head back in a gasp of pleasure that sounded more like Amy when I was buried deep in her sweet spot. I had to take her hands off my cock to prevent her combined prostate fingering and cock stroking from making me cum before we got to the main event.

She had been right. Of course she had. She knew me so well. I hadn’t been sure at first whether I really wanted to receive her Valentine’s present. But now, just like during the skydive, I knew that nothing would thrill me more. Feeling Amy’s finger penetrating my ass made me long to give my body further into her power. If just a finger could drive me this wild, I couldn’t help but wonder what she could do if she really gave it to me. Pegging hadn’t even been on my sexual radar when I’d got up on Valentine’s morning, but it only took a finger up my hole to make it the new subject of my curious desire.

“I want you to do it,” I said, as she slid her index finger into my ass to join the first one, now penetrating me with twice the thickness, “I want you to fuck me with your strapon.”

That was all the enthusiastic consent Amy needed. She stood up, leaving me momentarily bereft as her two fingers stopped screwing my newly eager ass, and repositioned herself between my legs. Now she stood over me, lifting my legs so my ankles were at shoulder height. I watched as she squeezed out more lube and rubbed it over her scarlet strapon with the same motion that a little earlier she had used to stroke my erect cock.

Lit by the twinkling of romantic candle light she looked more beautiful, more desirable than I could ever recall. Her womanly curves and impressive chest, perfectly displayed in rose red lingerie and stockings, had never looked so sensually feminine. But it was not a submissive feminity. It a powerful kind that stood over me with my legs in the air and bare, exposed ass. Even without the red plastic rod between her legs it was clear who was in charge of giving pleasure this Valentine’s night. Amy may have looked like an ancient fertility idol with her curvaceous, candle-lit body, but that prosthetic between her legs made it clear that it was her worshipper who would be on the receiving end.

She parted my ass cheeks with one hand and took her scarlet strapon in the other. I had certainly seen much bigger dildos in the past, in fact this one wasn’t particularly giant at all, but none of those had been about to invade my ass! Of course I felt a hum of nerves even having committed to this being what I wanted. Could I take it? I was about to find out.

Amy put the head of the dildo between my cheeks and pushed it in with her hand. After a moment of resistance it slid right up inside me. She took her hand from it and thrust forward with her hips, whereupon the lubed up dildo slid right out of my ass and flopped back between her legs.

“Oops,” she giggled, “Let’s try that again.”

I laughed too and the silly, potentially embarrassing moment helped lighten the mood between us. I no longer felt a little tense about Amy screwing my ass. I felt more relaxed and fun as she repositioned the strapon, parted my ass cheeks and thrust it in with her hand once again, this time deeper.

If I thought her fingers had left me feeling penetrated, that was nothing compared to the strapon now thrusting between my cheeks. I felt completely impaled and entirely in the power of the curvaceous beauty standing over me. And that felt so good. Giving it up to the strapon pushing up inside me felt great physically in stimulating all kinds of nerve endings, but it was the mental thrill of giving my whole body up to be penetrated by my gorgeous girlfriend that really made my cock rock hard without her even touching it any more.

Once Amy had began to get a feel for controlling the flopping plastic prosthetic, she became more forceful. At first she guided it into my waiting hole with her hand, but soon she was thrusting from her hips with her hands around my waist. Pumping in and out of my ass, Amy was really screwing me now, getting into a rhythm of penetrating deep into my body, not holding back at all as she showed me the pleasure of being on the receiving end for once.

As I lay back on the bed, surrounded by rose petals, looking up admiringly at my girlfriend with her large breasts quivering in her rose red bustier, I thought that maybe this was kind of the hot Valentine’s night I’d been planning. Sure, I hadn’t been anticipating it being me among the rose petals getting nailed. I certainly hadn’t pictured, when buying the candles and roses, me, legs spread, ankles in the air, and a strapon dildo being buried in my butt by my increasingly passionate girlfriend. But it turned out that this was even better than my imagination! Nothing I could have fantasised about for that evening could have matched the sheer sensual pleasure of my gorgeous girlfriend plunging in and out of my ass.

“God, you’re hard,” Amy sighed, as she drove her strapon into my butt and simultaneously reached to grab my erect cock.

She was right. It hadn’t even needed anything touching it while Amy had been pegging my butt to remain absolutely rock solid, jutting straight up from my crotch. I barely needed further stimulation than the strapon sliding in and out of me, it just felt that good. Nevertheless, Amy started stroking my cock in time with penetrating my ass and that was enough to send me over the edge.

I had always known that a female orgasm happened differently to a male one, but I never realised that a man on the receiving end of a fucking would cum differently from when he’s the one whose cock is inside someone else. But now I discovered that for myself. This time a wave of pleasure swept over me from my prostate where Amy’s strapon was rubbing deep inside me, and right through my body, crashing out of me. Even once I’d finished ejaculating, my stimulated prostate continued to rock my body for a few incredible moments.

“That was amazing,” I gasped.

“Glad you liked it, now it’s my turn,” said Amy, already removing her strapon harness as soon as she withdrew from my ass.

She kept me lying on the bed and moved to join me. In a moment she was kneeling straddling my face. With her thighs on either side of my head, all I could see was the area between her red lace stocking tops and the mound of pubic hair beneath the bottom of her bustier. If her standing over me, thrusting her strapon deep into my ass, had seemed like a position of power for Amy, then this surely was too.

She pushed her cunt down over my mouth and I could already note how wet she was after pegging my ass. I guess it wasn’t just a treat for me. I don’t think I’d ever seen her so slick before without even being touched with a finger. As if to further prove how needily aroused screwing my butt had made her, she let out a loud moan of satisfaction as my lips brushed against her labia and I began tonguing the slit and sucking on her clit.

Amy ground against me, pushing her crotch into my face as I hungrily tongued her slick cunt. I knew she was close to climaxing, recognising how her body tensed up and her breaths became shorter and sharper. I responded by lapping more eagerly at the moist slit pressing against my mouth, keen to give her an orgasm somewhere close to as good as the one she had given me.

And then it hit. Her body quivered and she gasped and tightened her thighs around my face. Just as it had for me with her strapon in my ass, so too did a moment of pure ecstasy run through Amy’s body from my tongue up inside her cunt.

She climbed off my face and collapsed in a heap in my arms and we held each other surrounded by rose petals as our breathing became more steady and relaxed.

“That felt incredible,” Amy said, sitting up, “How was it for you?”

“Everything you promised,” I replied, “You were right as ever. A good pegging is the best Valentine’s gift a girl could give.”

“And to think, I was wondering whether to just get you a box of chocolates instead!” she laughed.

And I did too and we both fell back into each other’s arms, feeling more blissfully in love than ever before. Isn’t that really what Valentine’s Day should be about, after all?