Pleasure Bound by
Kristina Thompson

Her body clad in a short purple silk, her long raven tresses falling softly about her shoulders. Her heartbeat quickens as she sees the massive door at the end of the long hall. The flicker of candlelight casting shadows against the stone walls. The soft padding of her bare feet…the only sound…as she walks slowly and with purpose to the door. She pauses briefly, her breasts rising beneath their cover as she inhales softly. She raises her hand to the door, pushing it open slowly; it’s weight almost too much for her small frame to handle. It opens with a massive groan.

Her breath catches in her throat. Her first thought to turn and leave as she catches a glimpse of the people in the shadows. There must be dozens, she thinks. He had never told her what to expect, but she did not expect this.

She spots him across the room. He smiles and walks to her greeting her with a soft kiss. Placing a strong hand in the small of her back he guides her to the center of the room.

He smiles at her again, looking deeply into her eyes as He raises his hands to the collar of her silk and quickly rips it from her body. A gasp of surprise escapes her lips. Her eyes still locked with his; she sees the pleasure he takes in her shock. She blushes deeply as he places his hand once again in the small of her back, guiding her to the edge of the room. The people in the shadows now more visible as she is slowly paraded in front of them. Their murmurs of appreciation filling the room as one by one they reach out and touch her, the back of her thigh, a touch on her arm, a graze across a raised nipple. Her body responding despite her nervousness.

“Walk to the center of the room.” He says. She turns on the balls of her feet and does as instructed. As she reaches it a bright light is turned on illuminating the place where she stands. She stands there for what seems like an eternity, her embarrassment and nervousness causing her blush to deepen. She searches for sight of him as her heart beats rapidly. Finally, he emerges from the shadows, a red velvet rope in his hands. He smiles at her and says, “extend your arms toward me.” She slowly raises her arms toward him. He takes the rope, wrapping it around her wrists securing them.

For the first time, she spots the hook and pulley hanging from the rafters. He raises her hands above her head, slipping the binds over the hook. Smiling at her once more as he reaches for the pulley chain and pulls raising her so that the tips of her toes barely graze the floor. Hanging there exposed and helpless, she wonders why she agreed to come.

She watches him intently as he reaches for a red silk scarf. He moves closer to her, smiles and kisses her deeply as he places the scarf over her eyes and ties it at the back of her head. Now shrouded in darkness, all of her senses seem to be heightened. The murmurs of the crowd can be heard clearly.

She senses the presence of others nearer to her. Her heart now beating more rapidly than before, as hands begin to caress every part of her body, her breasts, buttocks, thighs, and her silken petals. Any nervousness remaining vanishes and is quickly replaced by a burning desire. She softly moans her pleasure.

Her legs are lifted and placed into binds of their own, as she feels the coolness of clamps encase her nipples and center, quickly snapping shut. The sudden rush of pain, causing her to cry out. It then turns, as it always does, to pleasure.

The many hands withdraw, leaving her wanting more. They become replaced with the warmth of mouths, tongues and teeth, caressing and biting on her soft flesh. A mouth finds her silken petals, exploring, tugging on her clamped center and tasting of her pleasure. Her soft whimpers of delight echoing against the stone walls. It brings her to the brink, only to withdraw; leaving her swinging gently in mid-air.

The hands find their place on her body once more, as she feels someone slide between her parted thighs, he enters her fully, in one hard deep thrust. It takes her breath away, as she cries out in pleasure. He continues his primal possession of her, as the clamps are released, the pain and pleasure collide exquisitely. She screams her pleasure, her body trembling with the force of her glorious release.

He withdraws, removing the binds and blindfold. Smiling at her and gently helping her to her feet. Her knees weak with pleasure, he slides a robe over her shoulders. As she turns toward the door she sees another woman entering. He leans in and whispers, “Would you like to watch this time?”

Late Train to Paris by Ashley Summers

The moonlit Swiss landscape sped by in tangles of rivers and postcard villages. Lulled by the train’s rocking motion, Sgt. Winston Stark stared out the window. He imagined Yvonne’s pretty face traced in the fleeting shadows. Her ebony skin sparkling. Their two years together ended badly and against his will.

But, looking at his watch he saw it was late and gamely reasoned, “shit happens.” He was on leave and didn’t have time to fly home to the States. But Paris was only a few hours away. Fancy food, great nightlife and no one he knew. It was nice to be out of Germany for a while.

The few passengers in his dimmed car were trying to sleep. Though not easy on the hard upright seats, rest wasn’t a bad idea if he wanted to hit the cafes before noon. It was warm and he stood to remove his sweater, pleased that he’d decided to wear shorts. Winston’s mahogany legs and arms rolled with sleek muscles as he tugged at his T-shirt. A trip to the restroom and he’d soon know if this would be a good night. One without persistent memories of Yvonne.

At the back of the car, he saw her again. The striking girl with her friend from the train station in Zürich. She was damn sexy, but also very “cute.” It was not a word that often occurred to him. Petite with short blond hair and huge green eyes. Yet her breasts were full, squeezed into a tank top and tight jeans revealed a ripe ass.

But she was young. No older than eighteen. So Winston kept his distance despite the fact they blatantly checked him out and giggled just as they had in Zürich. He didn’t know they boarded his car and plopped down a few rows behind. Empty beer bottles poked from their trash can. The girl shook her head to music, resisting her friend’s playful attempts to grab the earphones.

A variety of American hip-hop magazines lay in disarray on their laps. The centerfold of one of the magazines was a ripped, tattooed performer posing with suggestive streetwise cynicism. His white briefs striking against otherwise dark, bare skin and leaving no doubt as to his state of arousal.

“Do you have a big dick?” she abruptly asked, jabbing the centerfold with her ruby colored fingernail.

Her voice held the distinctive singsong quality of Swiss-German. But her English was as unmistakable as her nasty smirk.

“Kirsten!” her friend stammered. “No, no!”

“What?” Kirsten teased.

Winston’s spine tightened, toes gripping his shoes.

“So. Do you have a big dick or not?” she demanded, surveying his crotch. “Me and Elise want to know.”

In truth, he knew he was considerably larger than most. Winston sated many horny women with his XXL package. However, its wicked length and thickness were a pleasant post pickup surprise. He didn’t know what to make of this brazen girl.

Kirsten licked her glossy lips and innocently batted moist eyes. Her friend gawked alternately at them.

Winston was a career United States soldier. The Army placed a premium on simplicity in all matters. Never in his thirty-three years had he been more tempted to engage in the type of nonsense he constantly warned his men against.

“Be careful what you ask for.” He turned to go.

Kirsten grabbed his crotch and jerked her hand back. Her eyes suddenly very round.

Winston’s engorged cock throbbed. His brain swirled with thoughts of a reckless plunge into the forbidden. But now Kirsten deliberately perused her magazines. He tapped her shoulder.

“How old are you?” Winston asked.

“Nineteen.” Little more than a whisper.

But her horny, knowing gaze satisfied his caution. This was no child. He frowned at Elise, who managed something in Swiss-German to Kirsten.

They spoke softly with Elise finally kissing her cheek. Elise collected some magazines and Winston stepped back.

“Thanks,” he offered.

“It’s okay.”

Winston sat beside Kirsten and glanced around. Everyone seemed to be asleep. He stroked her thigh. Kirsten stiffened, but arched towards him when he caressed her breasts.

“Wie heist du?” Kirsten sighed, kissing him. It was an indecently wet kiss. Her pointy tongue, like a baby snake in its urgent probing and tasting of a strong, dark beer. Winston pulled her closer until she finally slid onto his lap, facing him.

“What’s my name?” he muttered.

“Ja. Wie heist du?” Her fingers delicately rubbed his high-boned cheeks and full lips.

“Joe.”

“G.I. Joe,” Kirsten laughed.

Winston wondered if he was really that transparent. But he soon didn’t care as Kirsten reached into his shorts and pulled out his dick. It stood at attention, powerfully long and ominously thick, bobbing slightly with the train’s motion. Her small hands squeezed hard as though ensuring it was real. Winston groaned involuntarily and satisfied, Kirsten wrapped her lips around its head. He felt the blood swelling him still more as she sucked, licking early cum with whips of her tongue.

“Mmmmmm,” she cooed, stroking him up and down to produce more juice.

She eagerly lapped it up. Winston reached under her tank top to massage her firm, young tits. Kirsten’s nipples bulged with increasing sensitivity. She wriggled uncontrollably as he rubbed them between his fingers. Licking and biting his cock, working her way down its length.

It seemed a delightful eternity before his entire cock was wet from her mouth. Then she greedily sucked in one of his plum sized balls. The intense pleasure so immediate and so bordering on a kind of luscious hurt, it was all Winston could do to avoid coming. He tried to remove her soft hand from its tight grip of his cock. But Kirsten only stroked him harder.

“Damn girl.” His fingers dug into the seat.

Kirsten licked the base of his cock from its root to engorged head and inhaled. She sucked wildly on what her small mouth could hold. Finally sliding her tongue back until it cradled only the tip of his cock. She traced his balls with her fingernails. Winston shivered, coming in a copious amount that whitened the pinkness of her gaping mouth. She licked a sticky, glistening circle around her lips before swallowing.

“Everything American tastes good,” she said with a grin.

He thought to himself, “Yvonne who?”

But Winston took pride in thoroughly servicing the ladies and always tried to make them happy first. This little freak rapidly turned that upside down. Now he had to take care of business.

He looked to his right and noticed a young man under a blanket, ogling them. Winston’s menacing glare did nothing to deter the man from doing what so obviously caused his blanket to shift rhythmically. Other people could be watching. If the lonely clowns insisted, he hoped they enjoyed the show.

He filled his hands with her sweet ass and pulled her back onto his lap. She puckered her lips, making lewd kissing sounds as he unbuckled her belt. When Winston slipped his fingers into her wisp of black panties, he felt the narrowest trail of silky hair before finding Kirsten’s creamy slit. His finger touched her swollen clit, making rapid circles. She yelped, squirming deliriously into his groin and tore open her jeans. Her hips wriggled as she rolled them down her tanned thighs. She bucked, smashing against his fingers.

He had to grab her waist to prevent her from falling off his lap. In the momentary absence of his fingers Kirsten knotted the front of her panties and yanked them violently. Her engorged pussy lips enveloped the cotton and her body twitched. Two of Winston’s fingers quickly found their way around the soaked fabric and deep into her hot cunt. Kirsten’s fresh scented nectar ran down his palm as she came.

He covered her mouth to muffle her cries and she bit his hand. Winston instinctively smacked her ass. Kirsten pumped his cock with vigor, making it lengthen and ache obscenely. Could he really be at the edge again so soon?

“Ja, Ja. Put the monster thing inside me! Please, please.” A little girl’s cute voice laced with hoarse adult need.

Winston lubed the head against her warm, syrupy pussy. But Kirsten pushed him away.

“Wait!” she ordered.

She put on the earphones. He could hear the loud funky hip-hop rhythms. Definitely fuck music. Kirsten turned around, her ass in his face and grabbed his tremendous cock, swiftly impaling herself. She shrieked, her face wrenched in joyous agony. Forcing all the tiny, resistant folds inside her cunt to so mercilessly give way. Indecipherable Swiss-German poured out, peppered with swearing in any language.

Her slick velvet walls clenched tighter and tighter as she slid up and down his pole with rabid intensity, his hands squeezing her ass. Much sooner than he imagined possible, Winston could take no more. Gasping, he pulled Kirsten down solidly, meeting her with his own vicious thrust. She purred, her cunt spasming as waves of ecstasy consumed them both. He shot rivers deep, deep inside her.

“Ahhhhhh… My G.I. Joe,” she sighed, slipping off the earphones and collapsing onto his chest.

Minutes later Winston’s head still spun. But he managed to shift Kirsten a bit, so he could squeeze into his shorts. He also adjusted her panties and pulled

up her jeans as best he could. The now sated young man sat motionless, but still leered. Winston combed his fingers through Kirsten’s hair. She was already

falling asleep, snuggling into him. Apparently enjoying the sweetest of dreams.

He only knew her name and that she lived in a sleepy country full of chocolate and cows. Nothing in common with Yvonne, or him for that matter. But she

stirred his lust in a way that seemed refreshingly simple.

“My name is really Winston,” he whispered, so close his lips brushed her ear.

“Mmmmm… tickles.” Kirsten giggled and swatted at him in her sleep.

The end.

PLANT LOVE - PART 1
by mellanie hewlitt

Aria Winters was curious, the pretty 23 year old brunette had been with the modeling agency for 2 years and had been to several exotic locations for photo shoots, but this was the first time ever that her assignment was located in a science laboratory in a local state university. Why in the world would a local state university require a model?

Tom, her agent and photographer had explained that the university was sourcing for other sources of revenue (other than state grants) to fund its latest project and she would be meeting with their Professor in Botany, Dr Zimmerman. Dr Zimmerman was looking for an advertisement to promote his latest drug which was a cure for infertility, and they wanted a pretty model to add some zest to an otherwise very boring advertisement. Apart from the location of the shoot session, the assignment was also different from the rest of her usual shoots due to the unusual request of Dr Zimmerman. When Tom asked for the kinds of gowns or costumes they would need, the old doctor waived his hand dismissively and said any dress would do, but as they were working in a controlled environment in his laboratory, both Tom and Aria had to shower before they came, and neither were allowed to wear any perfume or cologne or make-up.

It was a humid Sunday afternoon and Tom parked the agency car in a deserted parking lot outside a huge building. With his muscular arms laden with tripods and cameras, Tom led the way into the large building. It was mostly deserted except for afew lab assistants in their small rooms, bent over their microscopes, lost in a world of their own.

The Botany laboratory was located on the roof of the building. The elevator doors opened to reveal a lush green world that was in stark contrast to the modern artificial air-conditioned passages of the floors below. There were rows after rows of exotic looking plants and the entire laboratory was a huge greenhouse with a glass ceiling allowing the hot rays of the sun to radiate inwards and trapping the heat and moisture, creating a lush, humid, tropical environment.

Well, at least insufficient lighting would not be a problem, thought Aria. An earthy smell greeted their nostrils and the air was hot and humid. Already Aria could feel her skin becoming moist with perspiration and was glad she had chosen a body hugging simple black gown with a bare back, leaving her creamy white shoulders and arms exposed.

Tom called out for the doctor and wad greeted by a voice at the far end of the lab. Quickly they made their way forward through the tangle of leaves and trunks, to a small opening. A bespectacled white haired portly man in his mid fifties greeted them.

Dr Zimmerman: “Ahhh, glad you could make it on time at 2PM sharp! ..you did take a shower, both of you, and you have no perfumes or artificial scents or make-up on?”

Tom: “Don’t worry doctor, we are clean, both of us, and all natural, and as you can see, Aria is a natural brunette beauty, she does not require any make-up or artificial enhancements to make her breath-takingly beautiful”

Dr Zimmerman: “Yes I can see that Aria is very beautiful, but you misunderstand my intentions. This laboratory houses some of the most exotic plants in the world. Many are endangered species and are very sensitive to the corrosive elements in artificial dyes and perfumes. I have taken great pains to give them a perfect habitat. Each plant here is priceless, I cannot lose damage to even one tendril”

Tom: “Don’t worry doc, Aria and I are professionals and we will be very careful, so where shall we set-up?”

Dr Zimmerman: “Right here is fine. You can deposit your equipment over there. Pls do not use flashes, some of the plants are sensitive to artificial light, there is plenty of sun-light, that’s why I scheduled the shoot for 2PM”

Aria: “Er..doctor, it is getting very warm, can we have some air-conditioning!”

Dr Zimmerman: “God no, all the plants here are from the tropics, I need to keep the temperature here at an even 33 degrees Celsius. If you want to keep cool, you can tie-up your long hair in a bun.”

Aria cursed beneath her breath. She could see that Tom’s shirt was damp with sweat from the heat and humidity, and she could feel her dressed sticking to her damp skin. Beads of perspiration were accumulating on her under-arms, face and thighs and she wanted to get the session over as quickly as possible.

As the session commenced, Aria noted that Dr Zimmerman was not all that interested, allowing Tom to lead the way. She went through several poses with some strange looking plants, a cactus, some flowers (orchids perhaps), even a small Venus Fly-Trap. By the end of the first hour the rigorous photo shoot, Aria was bathed in perspiration. Dr Zimmerman noticed and said, “forgive me for being an inattentive host, I have arranged for ice-lemonade, please take a break and help yourselves”.

Tom and Aria gratefully accepted the tall glasses of ice-lemonade. It tasted wonderful, unlike anything they had tasted before

Tom: “Hey doc, you have to give me the recipe for this, what did you put in it,

its fantastic!”

Tom reached for his 3rd glass in a row.

Dr Zimmerman: “It has a very rare plant extract which helps to replenish the body of lost nutrients and fluids, you cannot get it here”

Aria had already finished her first glass and reached for a second glass.

Dr Zimmerman: “Careful young lady, two glasses is all your body can handle for one day, it is a very potent brew. Lets start the shoot again, we want to finish before the sun goes down and we lose our natural light.”

Aria stood up, but found that her legs had gone rubbery. She stumbled unsteadily and fell, she noted that Tom was also feeling the effects, he was able to stand up, but seemed disoriented. Aria tried to get up again and this time, her legs simply disobeyed here, slowly she drifted into peaceful slumber, the last thing she saw was the approving smile of Dr Zimmerman.

As Aria awoke from her slumber, she opened her eyes and realized she was no longer in the greenhouse. She tried to get-up and realized her arms were tied above her in shackles and she was stretched out on a medical examination table in a room filled with plants. Her legs were also placed in stirrups and secured in leather braces. A wave of panic engulfed her and she cried out for Tom, this alerted Zimmerman who entered the room..

Dr Zimmerman : Don’t worry about Tom, he is well taken care off, I just need you for some extended sessions, all in the good name of science.”

Aria : “This is a violation of agency policies, please let me go.”

Dr Zimmerman : “I will let you go, but not before you meet Locutus, my pet from the darkest region of Africa, you will find him most interesting I assure you”.

Aria : “I don’t wanna meet your fucking pet, let me go or I will scream!”

Dr Zimmerman: “Scream all you want, we are in a sound-proof room, but I assure you that this will be a most pleasurable experience for you. You were here not by any act of chance, I wanted a perfect physical specimen for my pet, only the best, and you fit the profile.”

Aria : “What do you mean?”

Dr Zimmerman smiled and pulled a lever on the wall. A large recess opened in the ceiling above and a platform descended slowly. As it reached her level Aria saw that a huge plant with many tendrils sat on the platform. It was twice the size of a full-grown man measuring at least 2 meters in height.

Dr Zimmerman: “This is Locutus, and he will be very pleased to meet you!”

What a lunatic, thought Aria, well if he wants me to meet his plant, I can do so and get out of here!

Dr Zimmerman touched another panel and the platform moved towards Aria, positioning Locutus between Aria’s spread and shackled legs.

Dr Zimmerman: “She is all you’re my pet, enjoy,..”

But Locutus set there, between Aria’s legs, silent and inert, not a tendril moved. As the seconds ticked by Dr Zimmerman grew more anxious,..

Dr Zimmerman: “Whats wrong my pet, she is suitable, long lithe limbs, supple young body, only 23 years old from her agency records, of pure blood,..ahh the room temperature, we increase it from 32 to 36 degrees, that will help!”

Aria could feel the room increase in humidity and was conscious as her black gown was sticking to her damp body. But still nothing happened as Locutus lay dormant. Suddenly, Zimmerman snapped his fingers, we need a catalyst to trigger Locutus’s olfactory glands!

He approached Aria again with a scalpel and quickly cut the straps of Aria’s dress, peeling the damp material from her body. A look of lust overcame his face as he stared down at Aria’s snow white supple body, quickly he removed her white lacy bra and panties. Aria lay helpless, totally naked now and shackled in a spread eagled position on the examination table.

Zimmerman mounted the huge table sitting on top of Aria, his eyes glazed with lust. “Ohhh so perfect, so fine you are, if only I was 20 years younger, alas you are not mine to take for now, but I can still provide the catalyst Locutus needs!”

He started kissing her under arms, moving slowly down to her damp arm-pits and hovered there, savouring her natural musky scent. Slowly his bearded mouth moved further down her side, seeking her right nipple, finding it and covering it, sucking wetly on it. Aria shuddered as the bristles of his beard pricked her sensitive skin. She could feel Zimmerman’s tongue as it lashed out on her nipple. With his free hand, Zimmerman caressed her left breast gently, teasingly twitching her left nipple between his fingers. He smiled in satisfaction as he saw Aria’s nipples achieving partial erection.

Suddenly Zimmerman’s hands were gone and Aria felt his moving down her body between her legs. She jerked as she felt his moist lips kissing her sensitive right inner thigh, leaving a slick trail of saliva as he moved slowly towards the sweet spot between her legs. A finger moved through her small fine mound of pubic hair, locating the fine pink passage, it gently moved up and down the sensitive lips of her clit, teasing her in light caresses, slowly exploring her folds.

Aria felt a flush slowly enveloping her body. She gasped as Zimmerman’s finger found her clitoris. The small nub was not erect yet and Zimmmerman moved his fingers in gentle circles over it, as he took her left nipple between his mouth. Sucking gently, his tongue was relentless as he teased first the right nipple, then the left one, to full erection. After 10 minutes, Zimmerman slowly inserted a finger into her vagina and was pleased to find it coated with Aria’s juices. He bought the slick finger to his nostrils, savouring the musky natural scent, and then proceeded to rub Locutus’s tendrils.

Each tendril of Locutus was covered with very fine hair, and to Aria’s amazement she saw a single tendril twitch as it made contact with Zimmerman’s wet fingers. The tiny hairs on the tendril stood-up, sensing the pheromones in her natural scent. Each fine hair was a olfactory receptor sending feedback impulses to Locutus’s small primitive brain, awakening its dormant reproductive organs.

Aria tried to will her body to stop, but Zimmerman’s mouth and hands were relentless. She gasped again as his mouth located the now engorged nub of her clitoris, gently teasing it with the tip of his wet tongue and bringing it to an unwilling state of arousal. Again and again Zimmerman lashed at her clitoris, and inspite of herself, Aria could feel her body sub-coming to the sweet ticklish torment. She shook her head in despair as she saw that more of Locutus tendrils were now twitching, triggered by the scent of her vagina fluids and her now active female sex pheromones.

Dr Zimmerman smiled,.. “Ahhh, Locutus has detected your natural scent and odour, that’s why it was important for you not to wear any artificial fragrances, no perfume can match the potency of your natural sex pheromones my dear.”

A tendril snaked its way slowly up her soft delicate left inner thigh, slowly exploring and seeking out the source of the pheromones. The hairy olfactory receptors on it sensed the warm moist passage ahead and moved directly towards it Dr Zimmerman smiled in triumph as he saw he had triggered the desired catalyst. Quickly he vacated the spot between Aria’s legs giving the wondering tendril immediate access to the moist warm orifice.

As the invading tendril disappeared from her vantage, Aria could feel its tip gently tickling her moist vagina with its fine hairs. She flinched involuntarily as the fine tip made gentle contact with her engorged clitoris, and started to tickle the sensitive nub. The sensations it evoked were far more potent then any human tongue could achieve. Darting forward, the tendril wrapped itself around her clitoris. Thousands of small fine hairs made contact with the engorged clitoris, caressing it in a tingling embrace, triggering an immediate almost unbearable urgent need from deep within Aria.

Aria inhaled sharply as a shudder ran through her body. A warm moistness invaded Aria’s her vagina. The sensitive olfactory hairs immediately detected her increased state of arousal and fed the information back to Locutus. Slowly the dormant giant rose from its slumber as the electrical impulses awoken the rest of the wondering tendrils. To Aria’s horror, the plant became a writhing mass of snaking tendrils.

Dr Zimmerman noted this and comforted her, “my dear, Locutus is the perfect lover, you will never find a more gentle male admirer. Fore play for a plant can last afew hours and you will never experience a similar delight from any human lover. Oh yes, have to make sure this is taped” He walked over to the panel touched afew buttons,..”its all in the name of science, the first inter-species cross pollination caught on tape!”

Goose bumps broke out on Aria’s sensitive skin as she felt the feathery touch of more tendrils moving up her body. Another potent source of Pheromones was Aria’s sensitive armpits which were damp with perspiration. With her arms tied behind her, and bathed in perspiration now, other tendrils were slowly writhing up her body towards her exposed , moist underarms. Slowly they covered her writhing body in an intricate net-like pattern across her stomach and breasts. Aria jerked as several tendrils located her nipples, gently teasing them. The thousands of hairs on each tendril repeatedly surrounded both sensitive nipples, bringing them to a state of full erection.

More tendrils explored her sensitive underarms, adding to the ticklish unbearable torture. Aria’s body writhe and twisted to escape the sweet torture, but the tendrils were every where at once, invading her nostrils, her mouth and her ears. Always gentle, they were never rough as they traced delicate circles over her supple responsive body. She shuddered again as another tendril snaked into her moist receptive vagina, intensifying the urgent need there already aroused by the tendrils caressing her clitoris. Several more entered the warm confines and one found the pleasure spot in her anus.

The tendrils were everywhere at once, stirring Aria’s unwilling and uncooperative body to an unwilling state of unbearable arousal. Their combined effect on Aria was both intense and immediate. She cried,”Oh MY GOD! NOOOOOO!!” Unaccustomed to the avalanche of delicious sensations, an intense wave seized her vagina, moving quickly to engulf the rest of her body. Fists clenched, Aria arched her back as the intense orgasm seized her, thrusting her erect nipples upwards. She could never have imagined that the fine tendrils could induce such an intense earth moving orgasm simply by gently stimulating her clitoris, and it was by far the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced (or suffered in this case).

As the intense wave of pleasure subsided, Dr Zimmerman’s voice carried from behind the panel..”Ahhh Locutus is becoming more aroused. Your orgasm has triggered a massive discharge of your pheromones by the scent glands all over your body. Your increased pheromone levels will induce release of its own plant pheromones soon. The effects are very intoxicating for a human, I have to wear a mask for my own sanity.”

Aria pleaded..”please, make it stop, I cant go on, am too tired.”

Dr Zimmerman smiled; “Locutus is just getting started. Usually after an orgasm the human body returns to a state of rest, but in the world of the plant, there is no rest and the cross-pollination process will take several hours, providing the human subject survives, .. Locutus will overcome you with pleasure and the irony is that it does so at a purely instinctive level.”

“The general theory is that there is a negative correlation between the evolutionary ladder of the species and the potency of its sex pheromones. The rational behind this is that more highly evolved and sentient species have more complex social biological mating rituals and are less dependent on an instinctive level on sex pheromones.”

“This explains the intense potency of Locutus’s sex pheromones. On the evolutionary index, its species is ancient and predates the dinosaurs more then 75 million years ago. In those primordial times, it was considered a “sophisticated life-form” but by today’s standards it is ancient. Having a very small, almost non-existent brain, it’s primitive sexual responses are 100% instinctive and it is totally dependent on its sex pheromones to ensure the future survival of its species. And the sex pheromones worked, they were so potent that its species thrived for over 70 million years before becoming extinct.”

“In my many archeological expeditions I was only able to come across a single seedling which I revived, nurtured and grew. Of cause I have had to make some genetic medications to its genetic matrix (and reproductive organs) to bridge the 75 million year gulf that separates its species from modern day homosapiens, and you will be the first to see and experience these..er modifications.”

Suddenly Aria could smell a fine, sickly sweet pollen discharge from the tendrils invading her nostrils. Her dormant body was recharged by bolts of electricity. The fine olfactory hairs on each tendril were discharging plant pheromones awakening a fresh wave of arousal throughout her body.

A mild dewy discharge was deposited by the tendrils on her relaxed clitoris. As the sticky fluid made contact with the sensitive nub of the clitoris, Aria moaned, still weak from her first intense clitoral orgasm, she felt an intense explosion on the sensitive nub as it was consumed by intense liquid fire, immediately bringing it to full arousal again barely a minute after the first intense orgasm. As the gentle tendrils continued their ticklish sweet torment on her sensitive clitoris, relentlessly teasing it to a new state of sexual frenzy, Aria could almost feel her clitoris physically trembling, in eager anticipation of the sweet release that it was denied.

The aphrodisiac qualities of the plant pheromones overcame her senses, and she recognized again a familiar warm urgent need building between her legs. With the first orgasm past her, the second one would be longer and stronger, intensified now by Locutus’s own special potent cocktail of sex pheromones. As the sticky fluid made contact with her sensitive erect nipples, Aria felt a shocking sensation explode from her nipples, traveling quickly to the rest of her body and joining with the liquid fire that was fast consuming her loins.

The tendrils continued their amorous embrace of her entire body, hundreds of tendrils with thousands of fine hairs were weaving an intricate network all over her body, gently coaxing her fevered body to a higher state of arousal. Her entire body now felt sticky from a mixture of her own heavy perspiration and the liberal discharge of the plant pheromones.

She took a deep breath and choked as she inhaled a lungful of the sticky pheromones discharged from the tendrils in her nostrils. The effect was both intense and immediate as the intoxicating fluid stimulated her sexual brain functions, heightening her senses so that every teasing tickle of each tendril on her body was magnified ten fold.

Locutus was far from over as it gently inserted 3-4 tendrils deep into her warm moist vagina, and another 2 into her anus. The tendrils were so fine Aria hardly felt them, but as each hair secreted its fine sticky fluid of pheromone into her vagina Aria could feel the sticky fluid coating the warm moist walls of her vagina, mixing with the liberal discharge of her own vagina fluids.

In this warm, moist environment each olfactory hair detected the female pheromones (copulins), present Aria’s vaginal secretions, triggering them to deposit even more of the liquid aphrodisiac. As the clear fluid was quickly absorbed by the porous sensitive walls of her vagina, Aria felt an incredible force grip her vagina. She inhaled sharply and her body went rigid, the pressure was so intense, finally sweeping her over the edge as her vagina contracted violently.

This time the second orgasm was more intense. Aria’s entire body convulsed in violent spasms and her face registered a mixture of intense pleasure and confusion. But unlike the first orgasm, there was no blissful release at the end of the first wave of pleasure, as it was replaced by a second wave of higher magnitude and intensity. So intense was the pressure on her vagina that Aria thought her pussy would turn itself inside out. Trapped in a sexual frenzy now, Aria’s body was forced into an endless vortex of multiple orgasms.

Doctor Zimmerman angled the recording camera for a close-up on Aria’s convulsing pussy, eager to record the multiple orgasms. He stared in amazement at the screen as the delicate moist pink lips of Aria’s vagina closed and opened spasmodically on their own like the lips of a gold fish starved of oxygen. It was difficult to focus the camera as Aria’s back arched again and her whole body lifted from the table. A clear fluid squirted from her convulsing vagina again and again.

Dr Zimmerman smiled at the obvious results; “You see, Locutus is the last of its kind, I need a suitable mate to ensure continuity of its species. Of cause there is none as he is the sole survivor, so I have made modifications to Locutus’s genetic matrix to allow for cross-breeding with a suitable human host. Even then the process is a delicate one as the human host must come from a superior and perfect genetic pool with no flaws. Not many humans meet these standards, the last few attempts met with very, er, ..disappointing results. You are the only subject that has survived, mentally and physically intact, this far.”

“At least give me a sedative! I cant take any more of this..Ohhhh” Aria gasped, before she was caught in the throes of another violent orgasm.

Dr Zimmerman; “Sorry I cant do that, for the cross pollination process to be concluded successfully, the subject must be fully conscious. That’s also the purpose of Locutus’s sex Pheromones, it not only is a natural aphrodisiac but also neutralizes the fail-safe mechanism in your mental faculties, disabling your brain of its final recourse to shut down your senses and lapse into a state of unconsciousness. You will be fully awake and conscious for the entire duration of the mating ritual in order for your body to receive Locutus’s seeds”

Totally unaccustomed to such intense sensations, Aria’s body activated its fail safe mechanism and tried to shut down its senses by allowing her to drift into blissful unconsciousness. But the Pheromones of Locutus had invaded her higher brain functions and disabled the body’s last defence, depriving it of the OFF switch. It was also the reason why the last 5 test subjects of Dr Zimmerman finally went insane in the throes of the intense sexual pleasure. Two had finally died of shock while the remaining three were vegetables.

Dr Zimmerman continued; “This is a momentous occasion for science as it’s the first inter-species mating that will cross the mother nature’s genetic barrier, of cause we are uncertain if any human body can survive the mating ritual as the human body was never designed or equipped for this kind of sexual conception, but I have made several modifications to Locutus’s genetic genome to increase the chances of success, for example I have refined his reproductive organs and equipped him with the human equivalent of a phallus, which you will soon see.”

Dr Zimmerman had dismissed his earlier failures as the result of inferior stock. The girls were older and the genetic pool was not pure. He was very careful in selecting Aria, noting that the theory of evolution had endowed her with natural good looks, clear skin, long lithe supple limbs and she was young, just 23 years old. She should survive the mating ritual to bare Locutus’s offspings.

Dr Zimmerman’s theory appeared to be confirmed as Aria’s fevered body had not gone into shock yet. Locutus also appeared to sense that Aria’s defenses were all down now as she was helplessly caught in an endless spiral of intoxicating multiple orgasms. Slowly an immense black phallus sprung from the center of Locutus. Measuring 19 inches across, it throbbed obscenely as it extended slowly towards Aria’s still convulsing vagina.

Intoxicated with pleasure, Aria was barely conscious and only vaguely aware as the tip of the phallus made contact with the opening of her vagina. Slowly it spread and penetrated the delicate pink moist petal-like lips, slipping deeper into the warm wet interior. Aria’s vagina were still in the throes of the convulsions and each time the petal like lips opened, Locutus pushed another painful inch of the phallus into her, aided in the process as the lips closed convulsively around the phallus drawing it further in.

With three quarters of the immense phallus inside her, in her drunken state of sexual euphoria Aria realized the walls of her vagina were stretched to their limit. Each convulsion of her vagina was now accompanied by a mixture of intense pleasure and ripping pain as her vagina accepted inch after painful inch of the phallus. In her intoxicated state, the pain only brought Aria to a higher state of arousal as her body desperately longed for the final blissful release, like a man starved of oxygen.

At long last the entire massive organ was completely buried in Aria’s vagina. Sensitive nerves on the huge Phallus detected the warm wet embrace of her vagina along the entire length of the phallus and sent the electrical impulses back to Locutus’s primitive small brain, triggering another instinctive sexual response. Once gentle tendrils that caressed her thighs now hardened into vice like grips that anchored her in place as Locutus began pumping the huge phallus in and out of the small tortured orifice. Aria moaned, the mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, each thrust sent the immense phallus deep into her, ripping the walls of her vagina and stretching them beyond their limit. Again and again the phallus pounded into Aria, shaking her like a broken rag doll. Her body shook from the combined force of the impact as well as the racking waves pleasure that were engulfing it, but she was hardly aware of this in her delirious state.

The pounding increased in tempo and intensity until at long last, the immense phallus ejaculated 5 soft gel like globs the size of a golf ball into her. Each glob was soft and translucent filled with clear fluid containing millions of pollen grains, With the act completed the phallus and tendrils slowly withdrew completely, uncovering Aria’s sweat slick body, leaving Aria’s convulsing vagina to complete the final task.

Dr Zimmerman stood-up excitedly, this was the crucial moment he was waiting for. The process of conception on the part of the female host could only be concluded successfully when Locutus had deposited its sexual payloads in its human host that was fully conscious and in a intense state of prolonged multiple orgasms. The soft gel like globs were designed to be crushed by rthymatically contracting vagina walls, releasing millions of fertile plant semen into the human host. The process would fail if the human host lapsed into unconsciousness and her body returned to a dormant state, terminating the orgasm prematurely.

In all the 5 previous attempts, the subjects had suffered massive sensory overloads as their senses were overwhelmed by the intense and prolonged state of arousal induced by Locutus. Deprived by the Pheromones of the fail-safe mechanism they had suffered massive neural shock from the massive sensory overload and the ritual was terminated prematurely, well before Locutus had a chance to deposit his seeds. Aria was the only superior subject (and also the most perfect biologically and genetically) to have survived to this stage. It was also no coincidence that she was also the most physically attractive of all the subjects.

Aria was all too aware that she had to bring her intense orgasm to an end before the goblets had a chance to release their sperm semen. She shut her eyes and tried to block out the waves of pleasure that were gripping her body. But Locutus was prepared for every contingency, each goblet was coated with a fine layer of lubricant which stimulated Aria’s vagina walls to an even higher state of arousal, chemically inducing quick bursts of electric shocks forcing Aria’s feverish body into a higher sexual frenzy. The electric shocks jolted her vagina into yet another quick intense and violent series of orgasmic seizures.

Aria cried out hopelessly as her body painfully stiffened, and surrendered to the final stages of the climax, totally consumed, the orgasmic waves painfully racked her. Her eyes rolled back and her body contorted in violent convulsions, jerking spasmodically, unable to stem the immense tide. Her vagina walls contracted strongly around the 5 goblets, gripping them in a vice like embrace, and finally bursting all of them. Once each goblet ruptured, Aria’s vagina was filled to the brim with plant semen. Excess semen was ejaculated wetly from her still convulsing vagina and ran freely down her thighs.

With their task completed, the tendrils withdrew along with the phallus, allowing Aria to finally slip into blissful oblivion as her body finally shut down after a last stomach wrenching, gut twisting orgasm.

Dr Zimmerman watched his beautiful sleeping patient. Even in her current disheveled state, Aria was a picture of elegance and beauty and he longed to have her for himself. But he would have to wait in the name of science. It would be another two weeks before the seedlings within Aria hatch and mature. The dials on all the sensors monitoring Aria’s vital senses had returned to normal and she was breathing normally. The entire ritual had lasted 3 hours and he made immediate preparations to have his sleeping beauty moved to a more secure laboratory for the final stages which would see the creation and birth of a new hybrid species. The results would be most interesting.

-THE END-

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Phone Sex
By oceania

His rough Sandpaper and gravel voice chilled me
As he spoke
Leading me through his fantasy

Can you feel my hot breath on your tits
touch your clit for me

spread eagle, I rarely talk
Just single word answers
Lots of moans and baby screams
He likes that
He likes the control
And the my act of struggling

Nice gently
Now image my mouth on it
Imagine how I suck on it
You’re tied up spread eagle
A pillow under your ass
No 2 pillows
Your clit is high open to me

Fuck yourself with your fingers
Fuck yourself for me
How many fingers do you have inside
1?2?
put another one inside
Can u feel me entry you
Does it feel like me
Does it feel like my big hard cock

I am going to pump you
In and out
Faster
Now slow
Very slowly
His breath was rapid now as he continued

Fuck you harder now
Harder
Faster
I am going to put a finger in your ass
He moaned As if he could really feel me
I am going to bit your nipple
Think about me

4 fingers
my whole hand
sliding inside
he was becoming incoherent
push
push
push
opening my fingers now
opening and closing them
can you feel it

I moan - hot heavy moans
Really get into the fantasy
It’s not an act
the sound of his voice
The raspy sexy
The heady lust that he exudes
Turns me on every time

my wrist is resting on your clit
I am going to pull up from my wrist
He says

Going to fuck you with my whole hand
Raise your leg
HIGHER
UP
Against my face
Yes that’s right
Now I’m going to
Oh yes
Rub my teeth on your big toe
Can you feel it?
Do you like it?

Give yourself to me
Don’t fight me
DON’T FIGHT ME
Slap he says
I’m slapping your clit
Small soft rapid slaps
It turns you on
I can see you cream
Put the phone down between your thighs
Slap your clit for me let me hear it
I comply
It feels good
I like the slap slap slap
You’re such a bad girl he screams into the receiver
You need to be punished

I’m Going to untie you
turn you over on your stomach
R u wet!
Yes I moan
Good
Put your wet cunt on the pillows
Get your ass up in the air
I roll over on my bed
My ass is exposed

Going to stick my big cock into your ass
Slide it in
Push against it
Deeper
Deeper
Harder

Ohh yess baby I scream back

Gotta piss
Gotta cum
Ohhhh gawddddd
filling your ass
Even hotter cum
Cum for me
But before I can comply
I hear the familiar
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HIM AND HER
by anonymous

He had just moved to California from the East Coast to escape his problems and needed money so he took a part time position in the west coast branch of the department store chain he used to work for. He was in fine china. That was O.K. Back home he worked a little in fine china. He knew a thing or two.

He met her a half hour before lunch. She was the assistant manager and was beautiful. Tall, ebony skinned woman with full lips, nice deep eyes, and red streaks in her hair. She had large breasts and a nice ass. He immediately desired her.

He noticed something about her. She had bulge. In her dress pants. There was the unmistakable curve of a cock pressing against her loose pants. There was no way she was a guy. A strap-on, he thought.

Damn, he thought, there’s a keeper.

That day he brought his lunch. On his hour lunch he went down to the employee lounge and retrieved his food from the oversized refrigerator. He turned and there she was, sitting at one of the tables not at all far away. They said hello to one another and he asked if he could join her. “Sure,” she said.

“Where are you from?” she asked.

He told her.

“Really,” she said.

“Really,” he said.

“Why did you come out here?”

“New start. Was sick and tired of how things were going in my life. So one day I said that’s it, and packed the few things I held dear to me and moved out here.”

“Do you know anyone out here?”

“I have a friend I used to go to school with who set me up with a small apartment and all that. But other than him, no one.”

“Well,” she said, “there’s me.”

“And you.”

She smiled.

“I was going to say you.”

She had a beautiful smile. Her lips were full and made-up and looked delicious.

“You have a nice smile,” he said.

“You have nice eyes,” she said.

He moved in close. Whispering, he said, “So what’s with the strap-on?”

She smiled. “You noticed?”

“Well, it was kind of prominent.”

“Why thank you.”

“Sexy.”

She stopped. Stared at him.

“Do you mean that?”

He nodded.

She sighed softly, sifted in her seat.

“To be honest,” she said, “I’m trying to turn on this girl in housewares. I went to high school with her and she was a huge bisexual slut then, and apparently still is.”

“I’m . . . definitely have to find an excuse to go to housewares.”

“Are you closing tonight?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“I am too. Would you like to go to my place and talk some more. Maybe I could show you around.”

“I liked that fired one better.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.

Later, after the store closed, and all the registers were closed, and the employees had neatness up their departments, and everyone left, they walked out to the parking lot together. He handed in the keys for china to security, and he followed her outside. From behind, he stared at her ass. It was round, and moved with each step. He felt his cock come alive.

They made plans for him to follow her back to her place. She had an apartment. She lived with a friend, but the friend, Fran was her name, was out, so they had the place to herself. She excused herself and went into the bedroom to change. He had removed his tie in the car while waiting at a red light. He unbuttoned his shirt a little.

She came out dressed in a rather short and loose grey mini and a white t-shirt. He saw no bra. Her nipples were standing erect. Very nice, he observed.

“You’re not wearing the strap on anymore,” he said.

He gave a pretend sad face.

“No, I don’t think it would go well with this outfit.”

Maybe I think it does, he thought, but he didn’t say anything like that, because he didn’t want to be that forward. Yet.

“So did this bisexual slut girl notice?” he asked instead.

“Oh yeah,” she said, plopping down on the couch. She was on one end and he the other. “Actually, she snuck up on me in the stock room and groped me. She wanted me to fuck her right then and there.”

“Wow.”

“I was tempted.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. She’s hot as hell. That, on top of the strap-on rubbing up against my clit, had me quite horny.”

He was fully aroused. He felt it against his boxers, his pants. And he was afraid of being forward. Apparently he was the only one.

“You should of,” he said.

“Yeah right,” she laughed. “There are better places in the store to do it than the stock room we were in.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. I’m sure you’ll learn of them if you stay there for a while.”

“I’ll keep my eyes and ears open for them.”

“How about your fly?” he said, motioning with her eyes to his crotch.

“Well, maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, maybe. You’re the one who knows all the people here. All I know is a reclusive freelance writer and–for about twenty minutes–a small part of you.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“Would you want to learn more about me?”

“I’d like that.”

She smiled. He told her again that she had a nice smile. She blushed.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“Sure.”

“Rum and coke O.K.?”

“My dear, you read my mind.”

She got up. “I like that,” she said.

“What?”

” ‘My dear.’ ”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She came back, mixed two. He slammed his down, watched her do the same. He made the next round. After that one he made another, asked, “Ever had a Buttery Nipple?”

“No, but I do like to lick whipped cream off of nipples.”

“No, it’s a shot.”

“What’s in it?”

“Butterscotch liquor and a little Irish cream.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It is.”

“I’ll have to try one one of these days.”

“Next time at my place. I have the stuff and can make them how they should be had.”

“O.K.”

They had more. He started feeling it in his head, as the lunch he had wasn’t too big and he hadn’t eaten anything recently.

They talked as they drank. About growing up, past relationships, sexual and otherwise, family, friends, hobbies, beliefs, music, movies, etc. They had a lot in common.

He finally said it: “There’s only one thing more beautiful than two women fucking.”

“What’s that?” she said.

“Two women fucking me.”

She laughed. A nice laugh.

He moved in. Kissed her. He surprised her. Stuck his tongue deep into her mouth, moved it around.

He pulled back. She had a sober, stunned look on her face. He immediately felt bad..

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s O.K.”

“I didn’t really mean to.”

“Really?”

“No. I wanted to. Ever since I saw you I wanted you.”

“You mean that.”

“Yes,” he breathed. He wanted to kiss her again.

“I’m wet.”

It was true. He could smell her. Not bad, mind you, not bad at all. The musty scent of hot sex was in the air. His cock got hard again.

“I’m hard.”

Her hand brushed against his pants.

“Mmmmm,” she went.

She said, “Take out your cock.”

That turned him on. There was nothing more exciting to him than being with a girl who talked dirty, who used “dirty words,” who said cock and cunt and fuck, all in reference to something sexual.

“Only,” he said, “if you put the strap-on back on.”

“Why?”

He smiled. “Maybe I want you to fuck me.”

Her eyes widened. Her lips opened. She started to say something, stopped, then rose, went back to the bedroom, and came back with it on. It was purple, about 8 or 9 inches in length, slightly curved downwards. There were fake veins and all. It looked like a cock.

She stood. He was still sitting on the couch. He took her hand and sat her down. He then got on his knees and proceeded to fellate her, making a lot of noise, making sure she saw his tongue. He worked the head, flicked it, then took in as much as he could. He gently scratched her thighs. She moaned.

He said nothing. He worked it. He stared at her as he took her fake cock into his mouth. She stared back at him, panting, eyes wide. She was playing with her nipples through the shirt. He stopped, and took off her shirt. He breasts flopped out, massize, beautiful, large ariolas, hard nipples. He took as much of her right tit as he could into her mouth. She let out a gasp. He moved to the left one. While he sucked away he worked his hands over the strap-on and removed it. He then stopped, suddenly, and dove down between her thighs.

Her pussy was very wet. He took one long lick, to get the taste of her in his mouth. “Yum,” he said out loud. He moved her mini skirt to the side (surprise! no panties!) then proceeded to eat her out. He moved his tongue expertly. He loved doing this. He had a mission. He wanted to make her come. He had her moaning in no time. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. She gasped, put her hands on his head and pushed him down on her more. He sucked and played with her pussy lips, took them gently in his teeth and moved them around. He put a finger in and licked her clit, and after that for a bit, he put in another. Her hips moved up onto his face. She wanted it as much as he wanted to give it out. With his fingers he opened her pussy lips wide and stuck his tongue as deep as he could into her. She let out a loud gasp and, soon after that, she came hard. Her juiced ran down his chin, onto the couch. He kept his tongue in her as her pussy spasmed in orgasm, moved it around a bit. She was gasping his name, God’s name. He slowly licked her pussy clean. She was delicious.

He looked up at her. She was staring down at him, sweaty, slightly glazed look in her eyes. “I still have to do something,” he said.

“Wuh-wuh-what?”

He stood. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock.

She stared at it. He stared at her staring at it.

He unbuckled his belt and took it off. He unbuttoned her pants and took them off. He took of his socks. He took of his boxers. His shirt and wifebeater.

“You’re . . . beautiful,” she said.

He smiled. He told her he wanted to do something.

“What?”

“I want to be rough. I like rough. I want to fuck your face. Then I want to fuck your tits.”

“Yes . . .”

She sat up and took his half-hard cock into her mouth. He let her, allowed her to make him hard. When he was he took hold of hair and pulled her off of him. She gasped. He took hold of his cock at the saliva lathered base.

“You see this cock? Huh? This cock is going to be put into your mouth. I’m gonna fuck that face of yours. I’m gonna do what I want to it. I want to see my cock between those lips of yours. And you’re gonna let me do it. Cause you want this cock. Don’t you.”

“Yes . . . I want that cock . . .”

She was submitting. Oh, he thought, he was sweet.

He guided his cock into her mouth and pushed all of it down her throat. He then took his hands and used them to push her onto him. She made whimpering noises. Maybe she was trying to say something. But, he didn’t really care about that right now. He liked have his dick on her tonsils.

He could feel his cock. It was harder than usual and throbbing. He wanted to shoot. He was close. He pulled out. She coughed, a little, but looked up at him, her lips wet with saliva and his pre-cum.

“I’m going to fuck those big tits of yours now.”

“Please . . .,” she said.

“What?”

“Please . . . fuck them . . . I . . . love . . . having my tits fucked . . .”

She laid down on the floor and he got on top and dropped his erection between those tits. He squeezed them around it. He thrusted quickly right away. He stared down, watched his white cock and her black skin. This, he thought, this is beautiful.

“May I . . . hold my tits?” she asked.

“O.K.”

She took hold and pushed her tits tighter around his cock. He thrusted madly. It was like fucking a tight tight pussy, a seventeen year old virgin. It was damn fine. He saw the head of his cock come out between the top of her tits and she tilted her head up and took the head into her mouth, and this brought him closer and closer to coming, and she pressed her tits closer even more, and he reached behind him and jammed two fingers into her cunt and gazed one final thrust before shooting his load. Thick and strong gouts of semen shot out and hit her in the throat, the chin, the lips, the tongue. She was moaning. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, and then she too came. This surprised him.

He fell down next to him. He draped and arm across her stomach. He was breathing heavy, the same as her. Never had he had it so good. He wondered what her pussy was like. He wanted to find out.

“That was wonderful,” she said after a long period of silence.

“Yes it was.”

She got up. “I need a shower,” she said.

She went away into the bathroom. He heard the water start, then he heard water hitting her skin. Then, he heard:

“Are you coming?”

He got up and went.

Character Flaw
by Jason Rubis

Nikki’s ass is small, like a little apple, or a peach with a deep cleft down the middle. It’s firm, too, its skin the same delicate, coffee-with-too-much-cream color as the rest of her. He spends a few minutes considering it, catching up a pinch of one cheek between thumb and forefinger and rolling it around.

Nikki, bent over the sawhorse, gasps a little, but says nothing. She’s a good girl, Nikki. When he hauls off and gives that ass a nice slap with the edge of his hand, she squeaks and rises up on her toes a little, but she doesn’t cry, and she doesn’t hiss and go oooo, trying to act like she’s so turned on by it. Other girls do that; he hates it. It sounds so damned fake.

He takes his time, walking around her, taking in her tumbled black hair, her nervous, pretty face that peeps around and glances at him, wondering what he’s up to.

“You a good girl?”

She bites her lip and nods eagerly.

“Sure you are. You’re going to take it hard, aren’t you? A nice hard whacking. Make that little butt sting. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah.” Her voice is surprisingly deep, tiny as she is. “Yeah, I’m going to take it hard. Gimme it.”

He chuckles and runs a finger down her left cheek, watches her flinch and twist under his nail. “Greedy. It’s gonna hurt, you know that?”

“I know. I know.”

“It’s going to hurt bad.” He hooks his fingertip into her crack, teases the little wrinkled mass of her sphincter. “Sure you wouldn’t prefer me to do this instead? I could get some lube. Feels like you’d open up real pretty for me. I could get in there up to the third knuckle, I bet. Finger-fuck your ass, see what’s up there. Fuck you real good. What do you think? Feeling adventurous?”

She wriggles again and her voice is pouting, little-girly: “Wanna spanking. You said…”

“So I did. And a gentleman never breaks his promise, am I right? Okay, then.”

And he gives her the first one, a hard crack across both cheeks with the flat of his hand that makes her yelp and grab at the sawhorse. She swallows and squirms. There’s a very faint pink spot on her ass where he hit her. It fades in a second; usually he likes to do fair-skinned girls, only because they redden so nicely.

But Nikki, his little dark Nikki, is so willing.

He’s easing his belt off now. His voice softens. “Three whacks for my good girl.”

Her voice is hoarse, eager and outraged. “Four! You always gimme four.” He can hear her licking her lips. “And I want the big belt, the one with the big buckle.”

“Three tonight. Maybe more later. I don’t want to tire you.”

“Are you using the one with the big buckle? Tell me!”
He bends forward to kiss the small of her back. “You’ll get three with the small buckle, and you will like it. Otherwise I’ll give you something you don’t like. I’ll take back those pretty shoes I bought you and make you walk down the street with me barefoot.”

She makes a little mewling noise of pure agony. She hates being barefoot. It makes her feel helpless. Whereas being beaten on the ass makes her feel all-powerful, like a goddess. It’s a funny old world, he muses. But she’s so small. And he tends to get a little excited when he’s using the belt on her. He certainly doesn’t want to cripple her.

But doesn’t he himself get off from denying her, just a little? One more stroke wouldn’t matter all that much. He could make it a light one. But he likes denying her, no question about it. A funny old world indeed.

She’s getting impatient, bumping up and down on her toes and whining. He gives her the first stroke before he can think anymore. It’s a good one, hard but not too hard. It shakes her, the impact makes her hair bounce, but she takes it well. There’s a good red spot on her ass now, and he gives her the second on a sudden, hard impulse.

She rocks forward, nearly toppling the sawhorse. Her cry is full-throated and ecstatic: “Awwwwaaaiii!” God, but he would love to just unzip now and do himself. Or better, make her do him, clamp her lips around his tool and suck like a kitten at a tit. She knows just how to use her tongue, too.

She’s got one more coming, and she wants it bad. A little wail is coming from her lips, and she’s talking to him, promising him obscene things, things much more extreme than a simple blow-job. Her voice excites him. He hauls off and gives it to her. But something makes his hand pull back at the last minute. The red on her ass, maybe, a quality in her voice that reminds him of a child crying, perhaps. He’s never been able to bear that sound. In any case, the blow is much softer, and she turns on him like a viper, abandoning the sawhorse to stand with tight fists and a furious expression.

“That wasn’t hard enough. I want it hard. I want another!”

She’s grappling with him, trying to get the belt out of his hands, demanding he go get the real belt, the one with the big buckle. He’s growling weakly at her, trying hard to keep control of the scene, telling her he will give her the big belt when he’s ready, not before, and she’d better be good. He’s getting ready to take her shoes, he really is!

Almost comical, really.

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Fantasy Theater
by Ithilien

Her throat was a little dry walking into the movie theatre. They silently paid for the tickets, and bought popcorn and Dr. Pepper’s that she knew would never be consumed. Without even asking each other, they chose a seat in the back, although it was a pretty safe bet that there would be few other patrons in the middle of the day.

They took off their jackets, settled in their seats and waited quietly for the movie to start. She wondered if the heat and nervousness and excitement rising in her felt the same in him. He gently, and without looking at her, slid his arm around her shoulder. Now the curtain opened, and the sound and light of the film began. As if she cared. She moved a little restlessly on the soft cushion. He must have felt the signal through her skin because his hand moved softly, brushing her shoulder, then down onto the thin cotton of her blouse. His long fingers traced the strap of her bra then the lacy rim of the cup. He stroked downward gently almost but not quite touching her nipple. Circling her breast through the cotton with one finger she could feel heat rising from her flesh. His fingers pressed more firmly and encircled her breast. Now he moved up to her nipple which had become hard. He rubbed in a circle. She had a hard time not making a sound, it felt so exciting and sent electric shocks to her pussy. Without taking his hand off her he moved it up her blouse, then down inside over the warm skin to the center of her nipple. She took a sudden breath as the tingling spread through her. He pulled and rubbed so so softly until she couldn’t help wriggling in her seat again. She looked over at him quickly and saw him gazing at the screen as if fascinated by the film, but he had a small cat’s smile on his handsome face.

She checked around them for voyeurs, but they had chosen their fantasy time well; the few people had scattered themselves as widely as possible. She knew he had checked it out too, when his other hand landed, caressing, on her thigh. He brushed her skirt up, and further up, until he touched her silk panties. She thought she would die from the flames starting there between her thighs. Just to tease her, he stroked both satiny insides of her legs, before running his fingers lightly over her mound he could feel through the silk. He ran one finger around the leg of her panties and squeezed her nipple. She spread her legs a little and he slowly stroked her pussy through the silk.

The wet spot grew and she saw him swallow hard. He slowly traced a line up to the top of her panties and over the edge. The little breath of air as he slid his fingers down over her hair acted just like air to flames always does - raised the intensity. He rubbed her nipple between his index and middle finger and stroked her fur. His fingers went lower and moved like a snail from her clit to her backbone. He slipped a couple of fingers into her pussy, just to make sure she was really getting hot. She thought, if I don’t think of something disgusting or sad right now I am going to come before he even gets going.

He started rubbing in a circle very gently right over her clit and she forgot everything in the world but the feeling between her legs. He stopped rubbing and plunged his fingers into her a time or two, then rubbed with one finger up and down. He began to rub more strongly, deeper in that canal between her clit that sent waves of pleasure over her body and her pussy which ached for penetration. She could feel her eyes cross and she begn to move rhythmically in the overstuffed seat. He started a pattern of rubbing her clit in a circle, sliding down, and pushing fingers inside, faster and faster.

Every muscle tensed and she threw her head back in orgasm, clamping her lips closed and shaking silently. She could feel her pussy tighten and the delicious waves burst from deep inside her, almost cramping in their intensity. Her toes curled as she rocked wwww.ith the tickling, swelling sensation. He kept rubbing, but so lightly now, until she stopped moving.

His hand lay cupped on her throbbing pussy, then he touched each partly gently and lovingly, moving out of her panties, which sent an aftershock through her, and rubbed his wet fingers up and down the inside of her legs. He smoothed her skirt down once more and looked at her with love and laughter in his eyes. He kissed her long and silently, hugging her to him.

God, did they ever have fun together!

Mistress Oceania found the story i laid on her bed and re-read it last night. this morning at 3am she came into my room and while i slept she tied me up. She then positioned me in front of a mirror so i could watch her fuck the other submissives in her care.

Such sweet torture indeed.

While my pussy ached for relief another Mistress came into the room. She asked if i liked stories. I of course answered yes.

And so she sat down beside me and read the most delicious story…

It was appropriately called The Mirror. Master’s Pet tells a torrid tale of a couple enjoying each other’s naked bodies as they stand in front of a looking glass. He fondles her perfect breasts before working his way down to her shaved pussy. His fingers probe her wet tunnel while the reflected couple in The Mirror watch and keep pace.

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Mistress Oceania and her friend Dominica have decided to test my endurance over lunch today. I am to read this sex story aloud without quivering as they fuck my pussy and ass with dildos. Lunch Hour and I found a sex story in Peacock Blue’s library vault with the same name. Maggie writes a passionate tale about a boss receiving a blowjob from his sexy secretary. The steamy action does not end with the oral sex for he fucks her on his desk. The ending of Lunch Hour is a real treat but I will not spoil it here since I encourage you to read the sex story for yourself.