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Jamie’s sister

Jamie’s little sister Jenny is always teasing Jamie’s boyfriend. When she tries that in the shower one day, it may lead to more than she expected

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A Halloween’s Deal from Hell

A father received a weird text saying they can make any wish come true. Seeing her daughter in such a slutty succubus outfit, there is only one wish that comes through his mind.

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Reading Allowed, Pt.5

READING ALLOWED, Part 5
By lamignonne and Zenmackie All night? His words reverberated in Marie’s mind. Did he mean he was going to let her spend the night with him? She fervently wished he would. She so badly wanted him to hold her…and maybe he’d fuck her again, for longer this time—for real, if she could manage not to come the second his cock entered her.
She was so out of control with him, so dizzyingly emotional, reduced to a sobbing wreck one minute, on top of the world the next. Like now—she had never felt so gloriously sated, her body still throbbing, her muscles hot and languid from the prolonged orgasm. But even as she reveled in the dreamy aftermath of her climax, she began to notice that her pussy, incredibly, was already wanting more. If he would just let her get off this damn bench, maybe she could manage not to be horny for a few minutes, but as long as she was tied down here with her legs spread wide and her ass in the air, it was going to be impossible to calm down for long. Her clit was still hard and swollen and needy. He hadn’t touched it, apart from that brief stroke of the paddle, before he’d spanked her.
The spanking bench suddenly became unbearable. Marie was dying to stretch her tired muscles and if she could just close her legs maybe she could quiet the throbbing need between them. The water he’d thrown on her face was still dripping off of her chin, irritating her. He was busy doing something behind her; she could hear him moving around the store, then the crinkling sound of a plastic bag. She wanted to get his attention, but recalled his order not to speak out. She whimpered, pulling at the straps holding her in place.
He ignored her and she remembered his words from before she’d put on the collar: I will give you pain, pleasure or humiliation as I please, use you or ignore you as I choose…and you will thank me for all of it. She had to change her thinking, she realized. It was up to him to decide when she could get off the bench; it wasn’t for her to tell him to let her up. But she still felt agitated, continuing to squirm fruitlessly in her bonds.
When he finally came back over to her, holding his bag full of new toys, Marie surprised him again. He couldn’t resist giving her captive bottom one last hefty smack, making her yelp, and squeezing her tits for a couple of minutes. When he stood in front of her to work on the cuffs holding her wrists, she looked up at him, shaking the hair out of her eyes, and said clearly, “Thank you for punishing me, Sir.”
He looked searchingly at her, but she seemed sincere, if a little shy. Her eyes dropped as she struggled to finish, whispering, “I’m sorry I came without permission.”
He was pleased. His voice was warm and had a teasing note to it when he replied, “My poor princess. Always in trouble, aren’t you?” He finished unstrapping her and helped her stand up. She collapsed gratefully into his arms and he held her for a minute, loving her little moan when he rubbed her ass, still glowing a fiery red from her paddling. He had seen the wetness again leaking from her pussy. All in all, he couldn’t complain, he thought. His new slave was proving as delightful as he’d hoped. It was going to be fun torturing her hungry clit with the powerful new vibrator he’d just selected. It was about one in the morning on a Friday night. He looked forward to a long, interesting weekend.
He continued to hold her. His left hand rested lightly on the back of her head, just above her collar. He had been using his right arm to hold her close but now he lifted it and reached between her legs to grasp her leash. He pulled it slowly through her legs…and then up, watching her carefully as the chain tightened, first between her ass cheeks and then the lips of her pussy. He wrapped the end of the chain around his fist, pulling it tighter, bringing Marie up onto her toes as he had earlier. Only this time, because of the chain, he was pulling her collar tighter and tighter as well, using his hand at the back of her head to keep the pressure steady.
He watched her eyes go wide, staring into his as she began to struggle for breath. He began to slowly pull the chain back and forth, knowing it was rubbing over her clit. Then he bent down and kissed her for a long moment, his tongue probing her mouth as she gasped for breath through her nose.
When he kissed her like that, so possessively, it made Marie a little crazy. She kissed him back frantically, her body straining to get away from the bite of the chain between her legs, her hands clutching fistfuls of his shirt. The metal of the leash felt shockingly cold against her burning crotch, and her hard nipples rubbed against him. She was as horny now as she had been before the orgasm.
He broke the kiss and loosened the leash just enough to allow her to catch her breath, though she still danced on her toes from the pressure between her legs. “Do you have plans for this weekend, princess?”
She shook her head as much as she could with it still in his grip and gasped, “No, Sir—just homework.”
“Good.” He whipped the leash out from between her legs and pointed at the floor, saying, “Down.”
The shame of being spoken to like an animal sent a renewed pulse of fire through Marie. She knelt carefully on her hands and knees and he led her, crawling, back out of the store the way they had come in. Then they were outside again. Marie waited at his feet while he locked up. She knew there was no chance that he would let her get up and walk back to the van after coming without his permission a second time. She just hoped he would go slow enough to let her avoid anything particularly nasty or dangerous on the ground. As he turned and walked past her he patted her on the head and said, “Good doggie,” before tugging gently on her leash. Marie followed as quickly as she could, her face still sticky with his come where the water had missed it–and burning with humiliation. She had barely crawled ten feet however, when she was suddenly overcome with the need to urinate. She had been so overwhelmed by everything else that had happened that she had forgotten that it had been hours since her last visit to the toilet. She tried to suppress it but that only made it worse. She wasn’t allowed to talk without permission, what was she going to do?
She did the only thing she could think of: she crawled as fast as she could until she caught up with him then, feeling like an utter idiot, seized his pant-leg in her teeth and began to whine like an anxious puppy. And when he stopped and turned to her she sat up, holding her hands out like paws, begging. His grin when he saw her was so wide that it almost turned into laughter.
“What is it, Lassie?” he said, mocking her. “You say Grandpa’s trapped in the old mineshaft?” Marie didn’t think she could blush any harder but she did. “Please, Sir,” she said, assuming his mocking questions constituted permission to speak, “Can we go back inside for a minute? I really, really need to pee.”
He just stared at her for a second then shook his head, bemused, before jerking her back onto all fours. He led her directly over to the nearest lamppost in the lot, stopped, then turned and looked at her expectantly.
Oh no. He couldn’t possibly expect her to… Yes, of course he could. And he expected instant obedience; she had certainly learned that. So, holding his gaze as best she could with tears of humiliation filling her eyes and streaming down her cheeks, Marie lifted her leg and urinated against the lamppost. The sound of her pee hitting the metal seemed to ring through the entire parking lot. The worst part, though, was having to look at him while she did it.
When she finished she barely had time to put her leg down before he jerked on her leash and set off again, with Marie scrambling to keep up, heedless now of whatever might be on the ground beneath her.
When they got to the van he opened the door on her side and simply said, “Up.” And when she had scrambled into the seat he slammed the door and told her, “Put your ass out the window.” Marie clumsily and hurriedly knelt on the seat with her back to the door then put her head down and her behind out the window as ordered.
She heard him pawing through the plastic bag he carried…and shuddered. A moment later she felt him separating her cheeks with the fingers of one hand, then something was shoved rudely up her ass, making her cry out. “That’s one,” she heard him say. One? Oh god… Then something—and it was something much bigger this time—was forced between her legs, stretching her pussy painfully. “That’s two,” she heard him say. “Now, let’s see…”
There was a tiny click from behind her…and suddenly her entire pussy, from the lips all the way to her womb, seemingly, were vibrating—humming like a gigantic and very angry bumblebee. Before she could catch her breath—and she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to—he had climbed into the seat beside her. He threw the bag into the back seat then bent down to her.
“Don’t…fucking…move. And if you come once more without my permission I will stop this van and push you out onto the sidewalk.”
Then he started the van and drove off.
At first, coming was the farthest thing from Marie’s mind. She just wanted this thing out of her. The vibration was so intense it tickled, and she shifted her hips frantically, torn between hope that the thing would fall out on its own and the desire to obey him. She grunted with the effort to keep still, too overwhelmed to try to stop the desperate sounds coming from her mouth.
There was one good thing about the vibrator stuffed inside her—it kept her from thinking. Otherwise she might be dwelling on the fact that the window was still open, the cool night air rushing over her exposed ass; that she had just crawled naked across a parking lot and peed on a lamppost like a dog; that there was something shoved into her ass, intruding where nothing had ever penetrated, except his fingers, briefly. What had come over her, really? A few days ago she’d been a relatively innocent, well-behaved girl, her fantasies of submission and humiliation merely well kept secrets.
Being with him was intoxicating; it was as if the cautious part of her brain was silenced, overwhelmed by the flood of powerful sensation he aroused in her. There was the heady excitement and anxiety of waiting for him, wondering what he would do to her next, and the shameful thrill of being bound by him, used by him. There was the torturous, drawn out need she suffered for him, and the blissful gratification when she came on his cock. All of it made her feel so intensely that her everyday experiences seems like just so much lukewarm water. In the back of her mind she’d already started to worry that he’d spoiled her satisfaction with her humdrum life; that she could so easily become addicted to his mastery of her.
Thank God the drive was short. Preoccupied as she was with the buzzing in her pussy, Marie almost lost her balance on the seat a couple of times when he made a turn. Just before he stopped the car, she had begun to know a new fear, as the relentless vibrator stimulated her unwilling pussy back to extreme arousal.
He said nothing as he turned off the engine and got out of the van. With her head down on her arms on the seat, Marie couldn’t tell if they were in private or just on the side of the road somewhere, but she ceased to care as he opened her door and, without warning, grabbed the protruding end of the vibrator. He pulled it out a few inches, then slammed it back into her, then again, and Marie gave a strangled scream, it felt so good. God, didn’t he know that she’d come if he did that, that she couldn’t prevent it no matter how hard she tried?
But he must have known, because he switched off the vibrator and pulled it out of her. The butt plug he left in place, although he gave it an experimental wiggle, making her grunt, before saying brusquely, “Get out—hands behind your head.”
Marie climbed shakily out of the van and posed as he’d ordered, relieved to see that they were in what appeared to be an underground garage, with no one else in sight. She cast a furtive look around then glanced back at her Master. The heat in his eyes as he looked her over startled her, and then gratified her. Even though she was standing before him naked, wearing his collar and leash, her asshole uncomfortably full of one of his toys, she felt absurdly proud. She could see the possessive lust in his gaze as he reached for her leash, and she felt all at once that she had an advantage over him.
The feeling was short-lived as he jerked her forward with the leash and she found out immediately that walking while wearing a butt plug was an uncomfortable business. The thing seemed to shift inside her with every step she took, stretching her. She made a little sound of distress, wishing he would slow down, but he walked briskly towards an elevator, looking back over his shoulder once so as not to miss the sight of his slave waddling awkwardly behind him, her young body admirably displayed as she kept her hands obediently behind her head.
Inside the elevator, he positioned her with her back to the doors, ordering her to spread her legs and grab her ankles. He punched the button for floor 5 and turned his attention to his slave, jiggling the butt plug and flicking her swollen clit with his fingers, making her whimper. “You’d better hope no one’s waiting to get on at the top,” he whispered, enjoying her nervous shiver. There would be no one there; his was the only unit on the top floor. But she didn’t know that.
The elevator arrived and they got off into an austere corridor that Marie barely had time to register as he pulled on her leash, hustling her over to a lone door with the number 10 on it. He quickly unlocked it and pushed her ahead of him through the doorway, dropping the bag of toys to the floor as he followed her.
Marie stopped and stared. “Wow,” she breathed, not even noticing she’d spoken out. This had to be one of those old buildings down at the waterfront, converted into fabulous lofts. She was a little relieved to have some idea, for once, where they were. Her eyes roamed over the modern architecture with the exposed brick and beams, the open staircase leading to a half-story above them, and the bright paintings hung everywhere. One entire wall was given over to floor-to-ceiling windows that commanded a view of the downtown skyline, while another wall was covered by enormously tall bookshelves crammed with books. There was even a sliding ladder reaching up to the top shelf.
Marie was seriously impressed. She looked curiously at her new Master, who had moved over to the kitchen, set in an alcove in one corner of the vast space. Surely he wasn’t this rich just from running the bookstore? A man of secret resources. He had filled a glass with ice water, and now he brought it over to a comfortable-looking armchair and sat down, calling to her, “Come here, princess.”
She hurried, as fast as the butt plug would allow her, to kneel at his feet, remembering to keep her knees spread. She saw his gaze dart to her crotch and couldn’t help smiling. He thrust the glass into her hand and said, “Drink all of it.” She watched him as she gulped the water, and it seemed to her that his face, usually so enigmatic, softened somewhat as he looked her over. This, combined with the way he’d looked at her in the garage, emboldened her to speak more freely than before when he took the glass from her and asked gently, “How are you feeling now, princess?”
“Well,” she said, smiling, “at first I was pretty distracted by your wonderful books.” Her eyes swept over the wall of books behind him, then returned to his face. “But now… I’m just horny again.”
“You’re not hungry?”
“No, Sir.” She was still smiling at him. He was intrigued by this new mood of hers. She looked positively impish. It was something he’d prolong if this weren’t a serious moment.
“Good,” he said curtly, and his tone changed abruptly. He watched her face fall in response, and then ordered, “Kiss my feet, princess.” As she bent to do it he added, “I want to see your ass in the air.” He leaned back and watched her for a minute or two as she dropped little kisses on his shoes, then told her to sit up.
“Hands behind your back.”
She obeyed and he saw that the beautiful apprehensive look was back in her eyes. He leaned forward and took hold of each of her nipples, noticing that she immediately pushed her chest towards him in invitation. He pinched slightly—not enough to hurt, but the threat was there. “What are you, princess?”
By now familiar with this line of questioning, Marie answered immediately, “I’m your property, Sir.” Her voice was a little breathless.
“That’s right. And that means your body…” He trailed off meaningfully.
“It—it belongs to you?” she guessed.
“Good. And what else?” He rolled her nipples to give her a hint.
“My… my tits,” she whispered, realizing she’d never said that word out loud before.
He pinched hard. “Your tits what?”
“My tits… belong to you,” she said hastily, catching on.
“What else, princess?”
“My pussy belongs to you,” she whispered. “And… my ass belongs to you too.”
He wondered if she knew she was spreading her thighs wider as she talked, thrusting her pelvis towards him slightly. Her eyes had drifted closed as she spoke, so when he suddenly shouted at her she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“So then why—” his voice cracked like a whip “—do you think you can come whenever you want?”
Her eyes filled up. He could tell she was wringing her hands behind her back. “I don’t think—I mean, it—I—I can’t help it,” she foundered. “I’m sorry!”
“It occurred to me,” he went on, as if she hadn’t spoken, “that it might be interesting to see what happens if I give you exactly what you want.” He looked directly at her, challenging her. “Well, slut? Do you want me to make you come?”
Was this a trick question? Marie hesitated. She could say something clever, like “I want to please you, Sir,” as she had the first night in the bookstore. Or she could tell him the truth: that she was dying to have his cock in her pussy again, that she wanted his hands on her again, delivering her to an explosive climax. “Yes, please, Sir,” she whispered finally. “Make me come for you, please.”So be it, he thought, and stood up. He motioned her to stand too then pulled her leash from the back of her collar up between her legs again, watching it dig into her crotch. He pulled her along this way across the room and up the stairs.
His bedroom was as impressive as the rest of the loft. A magnificent painting dominated the wall over his enormous bed. The furniture was made of heavy, masculine mahogany. Marie absorbed these details even as she waddled hurriedly to keep up with him, trying to mitigate the pressure of the chain leash between her legs. It was also pressing against the base of her plug, making her painfully aware of the intruder. Finally he stopped, pulled the leash free, and unclipped it from her collar. “Lie down on your back,” he said, and Marie climbed up onto the bed, her body already starting to tremble in anticipation.
He stood at the foot of the bed watching as she followed his orders. He had to repress a smile, first at the expression on her face as she lay back and realized she would be lying on her butt plug, then at the speed with which she remembered to spread her legs for him. The bedspread was a rich, dark green that made her eyes stand out in sharp relief from her pale features; they seemed almost to glow as they stared anxiously up at him. So sweet, so vulnerable, so desperately eager to please him—Christ, she made him hard! And she had no idea what she had just let herself in for.
“Hands over your head, princess. Grab the headboard.” He watched her roll her head back to see behind her then reach up to grasp two of the dozen carved wooden posts that made up the framework of the headboard before returning her gaze to him, her chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly.
He’d had no idea when or even if this moment would come…but he had anticipated it. He reached beneath the foot of the bed and retrieved the lengths of rope he had stored there. Without a word he fastened her wrists to the headboard.
He tied two more pieces of rope around her ankles. He was sure she was expecting him to tie them to the wooden knobs at the foot of the bed, and he watched her expression carefully as he lifted her left leg straight up and fastened it to the corner post of the headboard, then repeated the procedure with her right leg. He stepped back to survey his work. Marie’s legs were now pulled straight back and spread wide apart above her head. Her hips were hovering over the bed, her ass and pussy completely on display. Her expression, as she stared helplessly back at him, was one of dismay…and deep arousal.
He casually jerked out her butt plug then slammed it back in, causing her to cry out. He slapped her ass cheeks a few times then reached between her legs and began stroking her clitoris vigorously, pinning her with his gaze as he did so. He judged to a nicety exactly when she was on the verge of orgasm, then stopped cold, leaving her writhing and gasping in place. He came around the side of the bed and leaned down to her. “Do you still want to come for me, princess?”
Marie was hyperventilating so hard that she was unable to speak. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide and glazed. She managed to nod though, beseeching him with her eyes.
“Very well, princess,” he replied softly, kissing her on the forehead. “Remember that you asked for this.” He straightened and started to walk away–then turned and with a hint of a smile said, “Wait here.” He left the room and Marie heard him walking down the stairs.
She wondered if anyone had stopped just short of making him come. Goddamn him, didn’t he know how much this sucked? She was unable to stop herself from whimpering, even though he was no longer in the room to hear her, as her denied pussy throbbed and clenched on empty air. It was akin to pain, this denial. She twisted her hands against the ropes without even realizing she was doing it. How could he ask her if she wanted to come for him and then just walk away? And why had he said, remember that you asked for this?
Marie closed her eyes, finding the sight of her own body so lewdly on display unbearable. Not for the first time this night, she longed for a stiff drink. Would he ever let her have one, she mused, or would that go against his insistence that she “pay attention” every moment?
She heard his steps coming up the stairs. With her eyes closed, it seemed every faint sound was magnified, and she detected the rattle of the plastic bag from the sex shop. She felt suddenly apprehensive. What did he have in there? Her eyes flew open, and she strained to lift her head enough to see what he was doing, feeling the pull in her hamstrings. He had paused at the top of the stairs, apparently taking a moment to enjoy the view. Marie realized she must look ridiculous with her face appearing just above her spread out crotch and hurriedly lay her head down again. She thought she heard him stifling a laugh, but she wasn’t sure.
He set the bag down on the bedside table and sat on the bed next to her displayed form. He leaned down and kissed her, very gently. Marie wanted to kiss him back hungrily but held back, following his lead. He kissed her breasts next, slowly, almost reverently. His hair tickled her inner thighs as his head moved between her spread legs. Then he leaned back and his left hand moved to her pussy. Using his thumb and middle finger, he carefully spread her labia to each side, then pushed with his index finger on the top of her pussy, until her clit was good and exposed.
Marie was so engrossed in watching his ministrations that she didn’t notice what his other hand was doing. Then she heard the loud, powerful buzz of the vibrator. Her eyes went wide and she gasped in genuine horror. The damn thing sounded like it was on its highest setting! He couldn’t be meaning to put that on her clit. Didn’t he know how sensitive it was already–how just the gentle pressure of his finger would make her shake to pieces? He was bringing it towards her spread open pussy.
Marie panicked, making a desperate effort to wiggle out from under his hand. He held her down easily with his right forearm across her midsection, bringing the vibrator inexorably closer. “No, don’t!” she shrieked, “please–” but her words turned into a loud wail as he shoved the buzzing pink monster right up against her clit.
She came instantly, throwing her head back, her whole body jerking, her fingers clawing helplessly at the sheet beneath her bound hands. For a few moments it was sheer bliss, as her nerves sang with an explosion of pleasure after having been teased for so long. But she was jolted back to earth as the stimulation of her clit turned torturous–he wasn’t letting up! He continued to hold the buzzing toy directly against her hypersensitive, swollen clit, and Marie frantically twisted, trying to get away from it. She opened glazed eyes long enough to see the intent, searing hot look on his face, and then she started shrieking again. “Take–it–away!” she cried, breathless. “You can’t–oh–oh, God, yeeeessssss!”
Barely maintaining his grip on her pussy, he watched her spasm for the second time in less than a minute. Her hips jerked crazily; her legs shook in their bondage. He watched her skin flush pink, from her face all the way down her chest. He could even see her asshole clenching on the butt plug as she came and came.
Finally, with one great gasp for air, she looked at him, terrified to see the determined set of his features. “Don’t! Don’t! I can’t breathe, please–”
But he was merciless. Watching carefully to make sure she didn’t pass out, he forced her to one more crashing orgasm, barely hanging on to the vibrator as her pussy gushed moisture.
When he finally removed the toy, Marie lay limply, soaked in sweat, her face wet with tears, her chest heaving. Her legs were trembling and her clit protruded obscenely, an angry red. He could see it twitching as the aftershocks swept through her, gradually slowing, until finally she opened her eyes and looked at him.
She immediately started begging. “Oh, please, please, Sir, don’t do that again. I won’t come without permission anymore. I’ll–I’ll suck your cock whenever you want. Okay? You can fuck me, okay? Yes, please, fuck my pussy instead. You can fuck my ass if you want–”
He covered her mouth with his hand, stopping the flow of entreaty and negotiation. He doubted she even realized she was babbling. “I will definitely fuck you, princess,” he said, “but you’re going to come for me again first.”
Her eyes filled anew; she shook her head, trying again to speak. He reached for his bag of tricks again, this time retrieving a nice big ball gag. He was fairly certain she’d let him put it on her, but pried her mouth open forcefully with his fingers anyway, just because he could. He shoved the ball behind her teeth and buckled the straps behind her head, noting with slight irritation that even on the last hole, the device still wasn’t as tight as he would have liked.
Wanting to give her just a little more time, he ran his hands all over her for a minute or two, squeezing her tits, administering little swats to her ass and the backs of her thighs, enjoying her helplessness. He twisted the butt plug, reminding her it was there. Then he switched on the vibrator.
Marie looked at it nervously. The truth was, being tied like this, with her legs over her head, was making her tremendously horny again, and if he would just fuck her, she knew she’d find the strength to come again on his cock. But she didn’t think she could stand that awful buzzing toy on her clit again. Coming this hard this many times in a row–it was exhausting, and kind of scary. She had no control over her body–he was manipulating it, could make her scream with orgasm at his whim.
And at the moment, that was definitely his plan. She tensed all over as he spread her pussy with one hand as before, and then brought the vibrator against her.
This time Marie lasted a few more seconds, keening in painful pleasure, before she came explosively again. As he maintained the pressure of the vibrator, her climax went on and on. At its peak, she clenched so hard that the butt plug went flying out of her asshole, and she squirted all over his hand. He would have laughed if he’d seen that happen in a porno, but when she did it, in the throes of a mindless orgasm, it made him desperately hard. He switched off the vibrator, quickly opened his pants, and then, before she’d even caught her breath, plunged into her.
Oh! Oh god! He was finally inside her again! Nothing else mattered—her aching hips, her painfully throbbing clit, her complete and utter exhaustion; they all faded away, along with the rest of the universe: her Master’s cock was inside her, filling her, thrusting into her over and over, and that’s all there was, all that ever could be. His hands were under her shoulders, gripping her so tightly that she could feel the joints creaking. His face hovered an inch above hers, his eyes staring deeply into hers, possessing her soul as completely as he did her body.
Marie wanted to tell him that, tell him again that she belonged to him, right now. But she couldn’t speak, could hardly breathe in fact, through the ball gag, so she tried to tell him with just her eyes: opening to him, willing him to see all the way down to her heart and know how completely she had surrendered to him. And once again he seemed to read her mind, reaching up to tear the gag from her mouth and throw it aside without slowing or missing a stroke. “Say it!’ he commanded her. “I’m yours, Master!” she cried out. “I’m your slut, I’m your fucktoy, Master! I’m your… Oh god, you’re fucking me, Sir! Ohhhh, shit yes… Fuck me, Sir! Your cock…oh god yes, fuck me with your cock! Thank you for fucking me, Sir! Oh, oh god I’m…I’m…please, Sir, may I come for you? Please…shit, oh god…PLEASE MAY I COME FOR YOU SIR!”
Even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t have denied her. He could feel her pussy tightening on him, the preliminary to another staggering climax, and he growled, “Yes, come for me now!” as he began pounding into her hard and fast, his hips slamming into her defenseless, exposed buttocks. He heard her squeak as her whole body clenched too hard to breathe, saw her eyes roll back in her head, then threw his own head back as he began to come, his cock shooting over and over, urged on by her pussy’s helpless spasms.
He managed not to collapse on her, which would have put strain on her bound joints, but he rolled onto the mattress beside her for a few minutes, breathing hard, his body still singing with pleasure. When he’d recovered somewhat, he sat up and looked down at Marie, who seemed to be nearly unconscious now that her breathing had slowed and her heart had stopped racing. Her eyes were closed, and the bright flush that covered her face and chest during her orgasms had yet to fade. Her legs hung limply from their bonds; her fingers lay still for the first time since he showed her the vibrator.
He quietly began untying the bonds at her ankles and wrists, guiding each leg gently down to the mattress and gently massaging her calves, thighs, and hips. She didn’t stir until he leaned over her and tenderly traced the tear tracks on her face with his finger; then she finally opened her eyes. She saw him smiling down at her and she smiled back, a little shy all of the sudden. He’d seen her at her most vulnerable, climaxing uncontrollably, begging outrageously for him to let her come again. She turned her head away as another thought occurred to her. “Did I…did I do it right this time?” she asked softly.
He caught the worry in her voice and caught her chin, turning her face back up to his. “Princess,” he said, “you were perfect.”
They smiled at each other a moment more, then he stood up and pulled the duvet over her. They both needed a shower, but she looked exhausted, and he decided it could wait until morning. He left her briefly to go downstairs for another glass of water, which he made her finish, then stripped to his boxers, turned the lamps off and slipped into the bed next to her. He could tell she wanted to snuggle up to him, but she very correctly hesitated to do so without permission, so he benevolently held out his arm, allowing her to wiggle up against his side and lay her head in the crook of his shoulder.
Marie sighed with contentment. She couldn’t remember having ever felt so pleasantly exhausted. A little unnerved by her own boldness, she slipped one naked leg over his, snuggling her still-burning crotch up against his hard thigh. She could feel her blood start to quicken again in arousal, but before she could get distressed about it, she was asleep.

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Seduced By My Mother’s Boss

Seduced By My Mother’s Boss
By rutger5 (Copyright 2012)
I had just climbed out of the shower when the sound of the phone ringing came to my ear. Quickly toweling off my hair I then wrapped the towel around my waist and padded out to the hall. Since I had just gotten home from my summer landscaping job I hoped the call might be from a friend with something to do that evening which was why I decided to answer the phone.
“Hello” I said after hitting the talk button.
“Jake, you’re home. Thank God” came the voice of my Mom over the line.
“It’s not for all that Mom, I sometimes do come home you know.”
“Yes I know Jake but I need a favor so no time for smart ass comments, okay?”
“Sure what’s up Mom” I told her as I checked out my reflection in the hall mirror. Had to be honest that I looked good. Since I’d started working out last year I had developed some decent size to go along with the definition I always had from being naturally slim and working hard all day in the sun had only tanned and hardened me further.
“Jake, your Father and I are out to dinner when you know who called me about some work.”
“Angie?” I asked her.
“That’s right and I need a big favor from you. It seems she lost the file she needs to complete a project of hers that’s due tomorrow.”
“Well what do you want from me Mom, I don’t know anything about the project. Besides I’m not really the type for office work” I told her teasingly.
“Ha ha. No fooling, what I need is for you to go into my bag, the one I bring to work. I should have a disk in there with a copy of the file on it. Otherwise I’m going to have to come home and get it myself. And if I do your Father is not going to be happy with you. It’s not easy to get a reservation at Le Snobisme you know.”
“No problem, I’ll do it. Where’s your bag?”
“It should be in the front hall Jake. Usually I just put it down when I get home unless I have work to do that night.”
“Okay Mom I’m heading downstairs so hold on a minute.”
Dripping water as I went I reached the front hall shortly after. Right there on the floor was my Mom’s work bag like she said. Once I opened it I saw that there might be a problem. There were three disks sitting in there and none of them had any markings on them.
“Well your bag is there Mom but there are three disks in it and none of them says what they are.”
There was nothing but silence on the other end of the line.
“Mom?” I asked.
“Hold on Jake, I’m thinking. I’m not sure so I’ll tell you what. When Angie gets there just explain the situation and give her all three disks and let her figure it out.”
“What! She’s coming here. I was planning on going out tonight Mom. When will she be here?”
“I don’t know Jake. Just wait there until she comes. To be honest I’m surprised that she isn’t there yet. She really wants to finish that project and she normally drives like a maniac and now with a reason I can only imagine how fast she’ll be driving.”
“No problem. I’ll wait no matter how long it takes even if it costs me my social life.”
“Oh how noble of you. Thanks and don’t stay out too late and stay out of trouble. Love you Jake.”
“Don’t worry Mother, I’ll be good” I sarcastically replied.
I turned and left the hall carrying the three jewel boxes and put them on the table just past the door. Before I could reach the stairs the doorbell rang. Since I was only in a towel I was undecided on whether to hurry and put something on or get the door when two more rings came in rapid succession. Angie was living up to her reputation for impatience, that much was for sure.
Immediately I headed to the front door and opened it a crack before peering out. Standing there with an annoyed expression was my Mom’s boss Angie. She was a short, thick woman who had big, black hair, fake nails and a permanent tan with her most prominent feature being her very large chest. She looked at me with her brown eyes which were surrounded with so much mascara she almost had the look of a raccoon.
“About time Jake, have you spoken with your Mother?”
“Good evening to you as well. Umm yes Ms. Bertolli, but there is a small problem.”
“Why of course there is, why would today be any different. Well are you going to let me in while we discuss this or do I have to stand here on the doorstep sweating in this damn heat.”
“Sure Ms. Bertolli I guess you can come in…” I started to say but she simply pushed the door open wide enough for her to rush right past me. All I could do was close the door behind her and follow after. She stood in the living room, impatiently tapping her foot, and once she saw all I was wearing was a towel for a moment she was speechless but that didn’t last long.
“Nice outfit Jake, now what’s the problem?”
While she said this I noticed her eyes were feasting on me like I was a ham sandwich. When her gaze wandered over my abs and even lower she actually licked her full, red lips.
“Ms. Bertolli I have the disk but there are three of them and I’m not sure which is the one you’re looking for honestly.”
“First Jake you should call me Angie as I’m sure you wouldn’t be calling me Ms. Bertolli if I wasn’t here, right? And you’ve been to more than one of the company parties so you’re almost family. Secondly do you have a computer that I can use and I’ll figure out which disk is the one I need. Thirdly do you think you could get me a drink? I hate to be a bother but it’s so hot and humid tonight.”
“Sure uh Angie. Is iced tea all right?”
“That’s a Long Island iced tea right?” she said smiling broadly at me.
“I’m not sure how to make one of those Angie, I’m only sixteen so I can’t drink. If you tell me what’s in it I can figure it out I suppose.”
“Plain iced tea is fine Jake, I was only kidding.”
I went to get her drink but from what I’d heard from my Mom I wasn’t so sure about her kidding. She said Angie worked hard but she also liked to drink hard. In fact she’d once been arrested for driving while impaired. Figuring it couldn’t hurt I poured some vodka into the glass before adding the iced tea.
She was standing there with the disks in her hand when I returned and she took the glass from me and as she did our hands touched sending a jolt through my hormonally charged teen body.
“My laptop is in my room Angie” I told her as I turned to go and retrieve it.
“Lead on Jake” she answered and without another word she followed right behind me.
I had expected her to wait in the living room while I got the computer which would also give me a chance to put something more on than the towel. However I already knew from my Mom that Angie was impatient and bossy and didn’t take no for an answer so I just went along with it without protesting. The sooner Angie got what she wanted the sooner I’d be able to go out.
She followed close behind me as we climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to my room. Considering how things had been, with me very busy lately, my room wasn’t in terrible shape. There was a little disorder but I wasn’t embarrassed with having someone see it. My laptop sat open on my desk though it was turned off. Hitting the on button I waited for it to resume. Without asking Angie commandeered the only chair in the room and sat down and as she did she pulled down her tight navy skirt that barely reached her mid-thigh. She placed the jewel cases next to the computer as well as the untouched drink and waited and in a minute the screen was up.
“Jake you need to put in your password so I can use this thing” she informed me as if I was clueless.
“Hold on” I told her at which time I leaned down and typed the required keys and pulled up the screen.
Unfortunately I’d forgotten the last site I’d been to was xnxx.com and the screen showed a page of porn video thumbnails. Quickly I killed that but it was obvious that she’d seen it. She turned and smiled knowingly at me as I felt myself blush. Even worse was that with me being so close to her I could smell her perfume and it was intoxicating, that and with her sitting as she was I could see right down her cleavage with the top three buttons on her white blouse unbuttoned.
“Why Jake I can’t believe you were on a porn site” Angie said “as I know that you’re not eighteen yet. I believe you said you’re sixteen, right? But don’t worry I won’t tell your mother about it, or the fact that you’re staring at my breasts.”
“Sorry” I mumbled as I straightened up.
“Don’t worry about it Jake, at your age it’s natural to be curious and interested in the opposite sex. In fact if you hadn’t taken a peek then I’d have been disappointed. I know I don’t have the looks I used to have but hopefully they’re not all gone yet.”
While Angie said this she ran her fingers through her raven locks and actually stuck her chest out as far as she could. I swallowed hard which made her laugh but much worse I felt a twitch between my legs. Honestly with me just in a towel and an attractive woman in my room I was surprised it took so long for me to start getting aroused.
“What do you think Jake, am I still attractive if even just a little?” Angie asked teasingly.
“I don’t know if I should answer you Angie as maybe I’ll only get myself in more trouble.”
After saying this I turned as my towel was starting to rise up and I hoped to prevent her from seeing that. Quickly I grabbed my robe from the hook on my door and slipped it on covering myself. I heard Angie laugh when I did this. When I turned her way I saw she’d slipped a disk in the drive and in a moment it popped up on the screen. It must have been the right one as her fingers flew over the keyboard opening up the files and arranging them. In spite of being in my robe my erection didn’t go down but it grew to full size instead. Reaching inside the robe I adjusted myself so it would be less noticeable while also removing the towel. I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard Angie’s voice speaking to me.
“Jake I know I’m being a pain in your ass but can I ask you for one more favor?”
“Sure Angie what is it you want?”
“Hmmm that is a loaded question because right now I can definitely think of something that I want. But as far as the favor, I just need to e-mail these files back to the office. Can you help me with that?”
“Sure Angie, no problem” I told her.
“Here sit down Jake” she said as she got up from the chair.
As I squeezed past her to sit her body shifted slightly which brought my robe covered hard-on into contact with her big ass. It brushed against her before I sat but thankfully Angie said nothing. I pulled up my e-mail account and turned to her for more guidance. She peered in at the screen and as she did Angie rested one of her well manicured hands on my shoulder.
Her other hand typed in the address she wanted after which she attached the files. Next Angie fished her cell out of her purse and punched in some numbers then waited until she heard a response on the other end before speaking.
“Annette this is Angie. I’m about to send you the file by e-mail and you know what to do once you receive it. Let me know as soon as you get it. I’ll hold and thanks for staying, I appreciate it.”
Once she said this Angie hit send on the e-mail at which point she placed her free hand on my shoulder again. Without thinking I turned and looked up into her big, brown eyes. She smiled at me and then took a big gulp of her drink. Her eyes widened in surprise as she tasted the liquor but she quickly drank the rest down before speaking.
“That goes for you too Jake, I’m really grateful to you. I know you were trying to help your mother but you went above and beyond and there’s one thing I’m known for and that’s rewarding those who do the right thing by me. Especially when they are good looking boys who do what I ask.”
Right after she said that Angie seemed to be listening to the phone and I watched her nodding her head silently a few times before she spoke.
“You have it Annette and you’re handling it. Thanks again and you know how to get me if necessary and problems come up. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.”
She put the cell on my desk and without pausing Angie reached over and placed her hand right on top of my hard bulge and gave it a squeeze which elicited a groan from me.
“You know Jake I think I have a way to reward you that we can both enjoy.”
Before I could answer her mouth found mine and she kissed me. Her lips were soft and full and without thinking I returned her kiss. While one hand continued to fondle me the other pulled my robe open wide and now she was able to grab my cock in the flesh.
Her hand circled my shaft and Angie slowly worked up and down my turgid flesh. By now her agile tongue had slipped into my mouth where it explored my teeth and tongue. My hands roamed her body like a gypsy. As she stroked my cock my hands felt the back of her legs and her big round ass. I kneaded the flesh between my fingers until she stood up, all the while she kept a firm grip on me, then Angie pulled on me until I stood. Angie slid the robe from my shoulders leaving me totally naked and in her clutches.
“Get down on the bed Jake” she ordered me in a voice that left no doubt of who was in charge.
I hurried toward the bed and as I did Angie smacked my ass in passing. I positioned my body on the edge of the bed with my feet resting on the floor and once I did Angie knelt between my legs and ran her hands along my thighs. Her nails scraped my flesh as they ran from my knee up to my groin. Looking me dead in the eye Angie took my erection in hand and angled it just so. First she opened her mouth wide and put her tongue right past her lip before moving forward and engulfing my head in her wet paradise.
The feeling I got when her tongue caressed the sensitive underside right below my head was indescribable. All I could do was let out a groan of pleasure to show how good it felt. Slowly Angie swallowed me inch by inch, her warm mouth sliding along the hot flesh as she took more of me inside. Her hand found my balls and fondled them forcing another moan from me.
I was already well on my way to cumming now from what she was doing to me. I’d had a few blowjobs before this in my life and each time previously I’d cum very fast. Angie was much better at this then the girls who had blown me and as my head slipped into her throat it proved too much for my overtaxed senses.
My balls tightened in her hand as I felt the cum rush forward so I did my best to warn her.
“Angie I’m cumming…” I managed to get out as I started to explode.
She made no attempt to pull away, in fact what she did blew my mind. As I was buried in her mouth with her tongue lashing my shuddering cock she actually sucked on me at the same time as if she was trying to inhale me into her lungs. My cum shot out in spurts and Angie eagerly swallowed them down until no more came. Only then did she pull her mouth off me and as our eyes met she kissed me all over, from my head down my shaft until she reached the base.
“Hmmm, you taste good Jake. Did you enjoy that?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
“That was so awesome Angie” I answered all excited before a thought came to me. “I’m sorry I came so fast, kind of embarrassing I guess.”
She just laughed and kissed the top of my prick again.
“Its what I’d expect from a young guy like you, not that I’m usually doing this with guys your age or anything. But I remember from back when I was younger” she said, though not altogether convincingly. “And I bet you’re ready for round two Jake, am I right?”
After she asked she stood and started unbuttoning her blouse. When it opened it revealed her large, full breasts spilling out the top of her black push-up bra and with the size of her breasts she didn’t need the help, not that I was complaining any. Angie removed her blouse, then reached back and unhooked her brassiere and tossed it aside. She showed no tan lines, just an even golden complexion on her breasts with her dark reddish-brown nipples and areolas.
When I attempted to rise up so that I could at least get a closer look she just pushed me back hard so that I wound up flat on my back. Her hand was now tugging at her skirt zipper and before I knew it her skirt was also on the floor. Angie was wearing a pair of leopard pattern bikini panties and she looked as wild as a jungle cat to me. Her manicured finger slipped under the waistband and yanked them down until she was able to wriggle her hips so they slid the rest of the way down her tanned legs.
Angie was well groomed down there, leaving just a tiny black landing strip above her swollen lips with all else bare. With a quick movement she climbed onto the bed and straddled me and I could feel her body heat against me. Her lips found mine as her body sprawled across mine. Her large soft breasts pushed against my chest and my hard cock collided with her leg. Her tongue slipped inside my mouth and explored every inch it could reach. The scent of flowers from her perfume mingled with Angie’s own musk and sweat and it was a powerful aphrodisiac.
I was trying to work my body into position where I could angle my cock to her entrance but between my inexperience and her aggression that was not going to happen like I planned. Suddenly she broke the kiss and sat up while straddling me still. I could feel her wet pussy rubbing against the skin of my lower abdomen.
“So Jakey, do you think you can handle me? Are you man enough to please me, hmm? Been with a lot of girls?”
“Well I don’t mean to brag…”
“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter Jake. I deal with liars all the time with my company and you are not that convincing. Besides your mother told me you’ve never even had a girlfriend.”
“I’ll kill her” I replied before I realized by the look on Angie’s face that she had played me so I did my best to cover myself. “Besides we just hook up these days, no need to tie myself down to only one girl.”
“I’m sure Jake, that must be the reason.” Her eyes twinkled when she said this as if she was laughing at me.
“To help you out I have just the thing in my bag.”
Angie rolled off both me and the bed and headed to where her bag sat on the floor next to my desk. She rummaged around in there for a moment before making a triumphant cry as she found what she’d been seeking. With a smug expression she sauntered back to the bed clutching a small velvet bag from which she produced a strange looking item. All I could tell for sure was that it looked to be made of black leather and stainless steel.
“Are you surprised that I always carry this with me, just in case?”
“What is it?” I asked as I craned my neck to see better.
“It is something that enhances any man, but in the case of an overeager virgin I feel it is a must. Now lie back and I’ll put it on for you, that is if you want me to put out.”
Just the hint that Angie might not was enough for me to accede to her demand and I stretched out immediately to my full length. Immediately she proceeded to slip both my cock and balls into the contraption. Separately my balls slid through a steel ring that was connected to a number of leather straps that enclosed my family jewels like a cage. It fit snugly and with a sneer she tightened them until it was almost painful.
“Angie that hurts a little…” I started to say when she shushed me with a finger to her full lips.
Next she wrapped a long narrow strap around both the base of my cock and my balls and drew it tight like a belt where she then fastened it to a tiny D-ring at the bottom of the leather cage. With a smile she held up a tiny padlock which she attached and clicked to the D-ring and now my balls were actually imprisoned.
“Now here’s the deal Jake” she began and as she did so Angie removed a tiny leather strap from the bag with a little leather loop on one end and a metal clip on the other. She clipped it to the padlock and slipped two fingers into the loop. “Before you cum again Jake I expect to cum myself. If by some strange chance it works the other way then I’ll give a little tug, like so.”
After Angie said that she gave a quick yank on the loop and let me tell you it didn’t feel pleasant. I winced and let out a little yelp of pain as my balls weren’t used to such rough treatment.
“Only it won’t be so pleasant the next time. Get the message Jake?”
“Are you crazy Angie?” I blustered impotently.
“It’s up to you Jake. I can take my little toy and leave or”, saying that Angie leaned down and took my cock in her mouth and sucked on it for a few seconds before releasing it from her mouth, a stray string of saliva clinging from it “you can be a good, obedient boy and do as I say. Which will it be as if I don’t know the answer.”
Angie was looking into my eyes the whole time and she already knew she had won. I’d have gladly wriggled over sharp stones naked for a chance to have sex with her.
“You tell me what to do Angie and I will.”
“You don’t know how much that turns me on hearing that Jake” she replied then she kissed me hard. As she did her fingers found my nipple and squeezed it for good measure. After she broke the kiss she spoke again.
“It’s up to you whether you want to eat my pussy or fuck me first. Just remember to make me cum first or you know what.”
Not wanting my balls yanked painfully again I decided that the wiser course was to eat Angie’s pussy first and then when she was happy to fuck her.
“Though I really want to fuck you I feel I should eat you first to return the favor, plus I’m sure you taste delicious so that’s my choice.”
“Oh a charmer, and a clever one too. I like that.”
No sooner had she said that then she climbed on the bed and within seconds for the first time in my life I had a woman’s pussy inches away and almost touching me. Of course what I hadn’t counted on was Angie getting us into a sixty-nine position and she had already taken my hard cock in her mouth before I had a chance to as much as lick her aroused slit.
I was moaning right away as she swallowed half my erection when I realized I better get busy. Maybe I was a virgin but I’d watched enough porn to have an idea of what to do so I immediately started to lash her swollen lips with my tongue. Since Angie was already wet I got a taste immediately and if I wasn’t sure before I certainly was now that I’d do whatever it took for me to be in this position again.
My nose pressed against her hard little clit as my fingers opened her inner lips like a flower. My tongue worked its way into her channel and I wriggled it as best as I could. She stopped what she was doing for a minute and pulled her mouth off me.
“Good boy Jake and to be fair I’ll stop for a little while and give you a chance. I’d hate to have to hurt the boys” she said and she gently pushed them for emphasis.
It wasn’t like I needed the added motivation as just the pleasure of tasting her was reward enough for me. My tongue was buried as deeply as it could get, with my lips and face pressing against her as I burrowed deep. Every now and then Angie would stroke my shaft in an absent minded way but not enough to distract me from the task at hand. My thumb now found her clit and I rubbed it in a circular motion as I increased the speed of my tongue’s movements.
It was getting a little tired from this unfamiliar exercise but I must have been doing something right as Angie’s juices were really flowing now and little moans were escaping her lips. Without warning she ground her pelvis into me and I actually felt her internal muscles tighten on my tongue and I was bathed in a goodly amount of her nectar. I swallowed what I was able to but some evaded my tongue to wind up on my cheeks and chin.
With my tongue being squeezed I wasn’t able to move it much but I compensated by rocking my head side to side to further enhance her pleasure. Finally Angie’s body stopped its trembling and with a small amount of difficulty she moved off me. My tongue ached from its efforts but I already missed not being buried in her. However I had no time to think about it because already Angie was positioning herself on her back next to where I lay.
“Very good Jake! You are a natural at eating pussy I’m happy to say. Now let’s see how you are at fucking one. But since you raised the bar I’ve decided that you shouldn’t cum until I give you permission to. Just remember what happens if you screw up.”
I swallowed hard at the thought of what she could do but I also was eager to finally shed the shameful label of virgin. Angie pulled ever so gently on the leash that connected to my caged balls to get me moving and in seconds I was kneeling between her spread thighs. She licked her red lips as I put my head right to her entrance and with her fingers acting as guides I sank right into her.
Her feet hooked the back of my legs and her hands wrapped around my back, her nails digging into my flesh but I barely even noticed. All I felt was the incredible sensation as I slid into her velvety soft pussy. It caressed and stimulated every inch, no every fraction of an inch, of my hardness now and I reveled in it. At that moment my whole universe was centered on my hard cock and the wonderful sheath it was buried in. Angie allowed me a minute to just experience the wonder before she decided to spur me on.
“Oh Jake you feel so good in me, that nice hard cock filling me. Now I want you to fuck me hard, no playing around but remember not to cum unless I say so.”
That seemed an impossible task, but one way or another I would do my best. Pulling my hips back so that I was almost out of her I reversed course and drove my full length inside Angie. Supporting myself on my hands and knees I worked in and out, all the while trying to distract myself from the awesome feeling I was receiving as I pumped her.
“Yes, Jake, yes” she gasped in my ear as I slid in her deeply with each thrust, her nails digging into me and leaving marks no doubt. But that only caused me to try that much harder as she clung to me tenaciously. Her legs were wrapped so tightly about me now that I could only move a tiny bit so I made sure our bodies rubbed as I did. Her voice was in my ear urging me on the whole time.
“Yes Jake, faster! Oh don’t stop baby! That’s it, nice and hard, yes!”
It was obvious to me at least that I was losing the battle. I tried to think other thoughts that could somehow distract me from what was happening with my body but while one is literally on top of an attractive woman and sliding in her wonderful pussy it isn’t going to happen. Thoughts of unattractive women had no effect while Angie was clinging to me and moaning in my ear.
My rhythm sped up even more as I did my best to please her before I lost it totally. My balls slapped her with each thrust and our pelvises connected as well in this position sending our senses reeling. Somehow I moved my neck just enough where my mouth could find a red nipple and suck on it hard. Angie cried out when I did and I felt her body stiffen. She had me in a death grip now and her internal muscles clamped on me as well. I gave up my losing fight and just went with it. My cock swelled in her, then it started to shoot. Powerful jets of cum shot from me as my body went limp on top of her.
“Sorry Angie, I’m cumming” I gasped after moving my mouth from her nipple. After saying this my face sank into her pillow-y soft bosom.
I’m not sure how many times in my life I’d cum previously but they were all a pale imitation of what I experienced at that moment. Not only was my cock where it should be, deep inside a woman’s soft yielding channel while I came, but her scent was in my nostrils and her taste was in my mouth and even better our hot skin touched each others the length of our satiated bodies. Angie’s hand pressed my head to her bosom as her legs slipped from behind me and sank onto the mattress. She kissed the top of my head softly.
“You know Jake, I really should punish you. I said you needed to ask me for permission to cum and you didn’t. But I understand it was your first time and you did make me cum so I forgive you, though the next time I tell you something you better obey me.”
With a groan I pushed my body up so I could look in Angie’s big brown eyes. They were twinkling with suppressed merriment so I smiled at her in return.
“I beg your forgiveness Angie, I tried very hard not to cum. You are just so sexy and your pussy is so nice I couldn’t help it. If you give me another chance I’ll do better, I promise” I murmured before leaning in and kissing her bee-stung lips.
“Well I gotta love your style Jake. When you fuck up you admit it in such a sweet way that not only do I forgive you but I’m graciously willing to give you another chance. Right now in fact.”
That brought a smile to me and since I’d not spent much time on her breasts my mouth found one as my hand squeezed the other. Angie gasped from delight at the attention I delivered to them and thrust her chest up. I’d never gone soft so I slowly began to rotate my hips in a circular motion which soon had her going crazy. She pulled me by my hair from her breast first then pushed against my chest firmly.
“Hmm Jake, I want you to stop what you’re doing and stand up for a minute.”
Reluctantly I did as Angie asked though it brought a sigh of disappointment to us both when I slid from her juicy depths. Looking down at my erection I saw it was coated with our mingled fluids. Angie scooted her body so that she was by the edge of the bed, in fact her legs and ass were actually off the bed but she had her legs suspended in the air. I stood with my body between her tanned thighs and no sooner had I done so then Angie grasped me and pulled my cock to her hungry hole once again.
“Hook your hands under my back Jake and support me” she instructed me.
Sinking deep in her tight pussy I laced my fingers together and held her just above her big butt. She now rested her legs against my chest and her hands grabbed my legs before she winked at me.
“Give it to me hard Jake and try to thrust upwards” were her final words before I started to move.
My knees were bent slightly and my body was also hunched over some and that left me in the perfect position for what was happening. Like a machine I started to move now, driving my full length into her with each thrust. I could feel her nails dig into me as I continued but I ignored all but the feeling of our coupling and how my senses were silently screaming with joy.
This position obviously gave Angie a lot of pleasure as from once I started she was moaning and crying out like crazy. Instead of worrying about not cumming this time I just let go. The fact that I’d already cum twice no doubt helped my stamina but truthfully I didn’t care. I was just reveling in the fact that I was bringing us both pleasure and that a hot woman was taking me balls deep with each thrust.
Angie was like a fountain or something now and with each thrust more of her juice ended up on me and I could actually hear the squishing sounds as I moved in her sopping pussy. My body kept going even when I felt a twinge in my lower back. I’d worked a full, hard day earlier but no amount of pain could stop me at that moment. I believe if Angie had yanked on my imprisoned balls it would’ve barely slowed me down then.
Our bodies were literally dripping with sweat which made it harder to hold onto her but I persevered as slowly I approached another orgasm. If I kept going I couldn’t last much longer now.
“Angie, I’m getting close” I gasped “please give me permission.”
“Oh yes Jake, cum in me. I want to feel it.”
That was enough. No sooner had she uttered the word yes then I buried my cock all the way and let loose in Angie. The cage on my balls certainly accentuated my orgasm and I felt each pulse as I discharged my white cum one more time in her welcoming pussy. As soon as no more spewed from me I carefully moved her body so that it rested on the bed. Unfortunately that necessitated pulling from her paradise but I was afraid under the conditions I might let her fall due to our slippery bodies.
Angie moved over enough on the bed so there was room for me and patted the mattress next to her. Finally feeling the effects of all the day’s exertions I eagerly lay next to her. She propped herself up long enough to where we could again kiss before stretching her body next to mine. Angie placed her head on my chest as her soft hair cascaded about me. Her hand circled and held my shrinking cock like a child would clutch a favorite stuffed animal. My arm in return wrapped around her shoulder and my other hand rested on her forearm.
“Wow Angie, I’m speechless. That was so incredible, I didn’t think anything could feel that good.”
“Well let that be a lesson to you Jake, but I can tell you that if you were with some other woman I doubt it would’ve been half as good. You just lucked out with me as your teacher is all.”
“Oh, I can believe it Angie. Thank you for making it so special for me” I sincerely told her.
“Stop being silly, I was just kidding” she replied and she actually sounded uncertain. “It was great but I’m nothing special, just a woman on the wrong side of forty taking advantage of a naive young guy.”
“Don’t say that” I answered seriously “you’re certainly special in my eyes Angie. As well as beautiful and sexy.”
“You say that now but it’s just the afterglow talking. Tomorrow you’ll be laughing about it with your friends on how you bagged some horny, desperate cougar. But that’s okay. I just need to rest a minute before I move and it is so nice in your arms.”
It took some effort to move I was so beat but I kissed her jet black hair and stroked her arm softly. Sleep was luring my exhausted body but I managed to murmur to her first.
“No Angie, you are special, believe me. First I just need a little break and then I’ll show you how special in a little while.”
Her only answer was to sigh softly and move her head a little more against my chest. Then sleep took me on its gossamer wings. I wasn’t sure how long I slept or what caused me to awaken but suddenly my eyes were open and I seemed to be listening for something, though what I had no idea. My body felt refreshed by my nap and I was fully awake now. Turning I saw Angie lying next to me, still asleep and breathing softly. My fingers brushed the hair from her face and I leaned in with the intention of kissing her when I heard the door open and suddenly the room was bathed in light.
“Jake are you here honey? Oh my God, what the hell is going on? Jake? Angie?!! What the fuck!”
I turned and saw my Mom standing in the open doorway, her mouth open, shock clearly written on her face. Next to me I felt Angie stirring when I realized we were both lying there naked with my Mom right there.
“Mom! Get out!” I yelled as I scrambled to pull the sheet over us and at least prevent her from seeing us like that especially as my balls were still encased in leather and steel.
“Get dressed and then we have to talk” Mom said before closing the door hard behind her as she left the room.
We looked at each other sheepishly for a second and then Angie got a mortified expression as she climbed out of bed. She refused to look at me but kept her eyes down as she hurriedly put on her clothes. I just watched, disappointed by her reaction to the unexpected situation. She appeared as if she was going to leave the room without looking or speaking to me when I stopped her.
“Angie I need the key for the padlock” I whispered.
Still not meeting my eyes she located it and placed it on the bed before grabbing her bag and slipping out the door and closing it behind her. My fingers fumbled to unlock it as I heard voices in the hall, my Mom’s loud and Angie’s for once quiet and apologetic. It took some time to extract myself from my prison as I didn’t want to hurt my already sensitive balls but once I did I pulled on a pair of lounge pants and hurried out of the room.
The hall was empty so I headed downstairs where I found them by the front door. They were talking in low tones and both looked up at me as I hurried down the stairs.
“Go back upstairs young man and I’ll deal with you when I’m done here” Mom said loudly but I was having none of that.
“No I won’t and I don’t mean to be disrespectful Mom. This concerns us all, or at least me and Angie. The only reason it concerns you is this is your house, so for that I apologize.”
“What are you talking about Jake? You’re my son, my minor son and she’s my boss so how do you think..”
“Mom I’m sorry about what happened in your house, or should I say I’m sorry it happened in your house but in no way am I sorry it happened. Yes I’m a minor, but I’m old enough to consent. If we did this somewhere else you couldn’t say anything about it. You don’t have to like it but that’s the truth. I don’t pretend to know what’s going to happen from here on in, especially as you and Angie work together. But please give me five minutes with her Mom and then you can say whatever you wish to say to me or her.”
While I said this I was kind of just staring at my feet but when I looked up they both were standing there with their mouths agape. My Mom shook her head back and forth but without saying a word she turned and walked from the room. I moved next to Angie and tilted my head down to hers.
“Angie I have no idea what’s going through your mind now. Maybe no matter what happened this was a one time thing for you, me being a naïve guy and all like you said. I’m not pretending to know anything but I know that I find you attractive and pretty and great in bed” I said whispering the last part just in case my Mom was listening.
“I’d love to spend more time with you if you’re interested, doing whatever, but that is up to you. I realize there are complications and all but I’m just saying. Sorry about how it ended up tonight. You don’t have to say anything now, just think about what I said.”
Before she had time to react my hand tilted her chin and for the final time that night I kissed Angie. It was a quick one and without another word I turned and walked away and toward the kitchen. After I passed I heard my Mother heading back from the dining room where she’d been waiting. A little while later she came into the kitchen.
“Where’s Dad?” I asked, as it was strange all this had happened and he was nowhere to be found.
She laughed at my question and shook her head before replying.
“And here we were worried my job was going to interrupt our plans tonight. Right after dessert he received a call about an emergency, a transformer exploded and he was called in.”
My Dad is a supervisor for the electric company and on occasion such things happen to him and what a night for it to happen. No telling how things would have gone if he’d been here but I guess we’ll never know now.
“Now Jake I know legally you are old enough to do what you did and I probably would have reacted differently if it was some little teenager like yourself, but Angie? Well no matter, the genie’s out of the bottle I guess and nothing will put it back. I can tell you this: I received that raise and promotion I’ve been angling for.”
On hearing that it was my turn for my jaw to drop and what my Mom said next kept it on the floor.
“By the way Jake, Angie wanted me to ask you something. This year she instituted a program for summer interns at the company and some of them are for paid internships. One of the positions was never filled and she was wondering.. Well if you want to take it? I know you have a job and you don’t have to but the offer is there. No rush, think about it though, okay?”
“Okay I’ll think about it and I’m really sorry Mom, making you go through this tonight.”
I kissed her cheek and started to leave the kitchen, my mind awhirl with all that had happened when her voice stopped me.
“Its all right Jake, all is forgiven. But if you don’t mind I have to ask a question.”
I turned so she could ask and it took her a moment as she seemed to be carefully deciding how to phrase it.
“When I opened your bedroom door and saw you, I couldn’t help but notice that your balls were in some kind of, I don’t know what to call it. But they were confined in something… right below your big, young cock” she said with a gleam in her eye I’d never seen before in my life.
The End
By rutger5 (Copyright -2012)
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Swim Coaches

What would happen if the boy’s swim team and the girl’s swim team practiced together?

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The Importance of Sophie, Part 1: Vickie

This is not the first instalment of the Importance of Sophie saga (that would be the Preface). While it is not required that you read it before this one, it is highly recommended as the “premonition” mentioned in the synopsis takes place during that story. Also, many things established in the Preface will not be gone over again.

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I want to fuck your brains out!

The worst thing for a guy to do is lose his mystery.
My girl and I had been together for about three years. But we had fallen into a routine. We had sex once a week or so. Maybe every other week. Nothing too crazy. Nothing too outrageous. Wholesome, almost.
She loved me, yes. She was devoted to me, no question. But I wasn’t the same guy to her anymore. I could tell. I wasn’t Christian Grey anymore. Hell, I wasn’t even Christian Slater.
It wasn’t always that way. When we first started dating, we were crazed. This is the girl who I once fucked in an amusement park. There was this kiddie booth that had these animatronic singing bears. We were so into each other, so needed it to happen, that I broke the lock, stuffed us in this tiny shed and fucked her standing up while the bears sang “You Are My Sunshine.” It was the hottest experience ever — and also the opening clip on my “you are going to hell” highlight reel.
That was then. Last week, we did it missionary and fell asleep watching “Golden Girls” reruns. By 9:30 p.m.
I knew the problem: I had lost my edge. I was mysterious in the beginning. All men are mysterious to women in the beginning. You don’t need to look like Brad Pitt stuffed into Henry Cavill, if a girl is into you, she will devote herself to figuring your shit out, even if you know, deep down, your shit is pretty easy to figure out.
You can be a boring accountant who collects comic books and lives with his mom, it doesn’t matter. Find the right girl and to her you are exciting and dangerous and an adventure. Why? Because men and women are so different, we SOOO don’t understand each other, that to THAT girl, you are a unique and beautiful snowflake.
Your quirks. Your tics. Your jokes. If things are firing right, she will be into you because she has no idea what you’re thinking. And that drives women crazy.
Now, eventually – more than likely – she will get you. Chip away. Solve your riddle. Unfortunately, those comics are not a metaphor for an abandoned childhood. No. They are because you like to read picture books about goddamn super heroes.
Hopefully, by the time she figures out you are full of shit – or by the time you stop trying to be awesome – she will love you enough to stick it out. My girl did.
I take the blame. All of it. You try to keep it fresh, keep that wall up. But men want to find someone they don’t have to try hard with. We forget that the “trying hard” is what got us the girl. It’s a Catch 22.
Hailey is smoking hot. Easily the hottest girl I’ve ever been with, breathed in, smelled, tasted, shook hands with, talked to for more than an hour, etc., etc. And I am not a bad-looking guy. I have a decent job. I work out. I wear clothes that fit. But I can’t compete with her perfect blend of spot-on DNA and God-given sexiness.
It’s not JUST that she is out of my league – brains, humor, beauty, class, you name it – it’s that her league is so far away from mine, she needs to catch a flight just to visit.
But, three years in, I find myself doing shit like saying to her – as she is parading around the living room wearing next to nothing – “Can you give me five minutes, babe. I am in the middle of an intense Call of Duty battle.”
If 13-year-old me could time travel to the present and catch me, on a couch, playing a fucking video game instead of banging this goddess, that kid would kick me in the balls and take my Xbox back to 1998. No question.
This had been bothering me a lot. And like lots of men, I didn’t know what to do about it and did not feel comfortable enough talking to Hailey about what was bothering me. I internalized it, discussed it with friends, took polls around the office – normal things grown men do instead of confronting their issues.
I needed to seize back my mojo. I needed to remind her of the man I was in the beginning. I needed to channel my inner bad boy.
***
She was in the kitchen when I came home. “Hey there,” she said, facing the sink, her back to me. She did not turn around.
I put my arm around her waist, I pulled her to me. My cock was already hard. It dug into her ass.
“Go the bedroom. Take off your clothes,” I growled into her ear, slipping my lips down and biting her neck.
She glanced back, eyeing me. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Bedroom,” I said, staring at her with intensity. “Now.”
She smiled for a second, then took it back. “Yes, sir.”
She turned and walked away, and I swiped at her ass, connecting with a loud pop. “Ow,” she said, covering her butt and walking faster.
She was in her panties by the time I joined her. Lying on the bed. The lights were off.
I turned them on.
“I don’t like the lights on,” she said.
“I don’t care,” I said, taking off my tie. “I thought I said nude.”
“I am.”
“All the way.”
“With the lights on?”
I shot her a glance. “Do it.”
She wasn’t sure where I was going but played along, hooking her thumbs under her panties and pulling them down. Like most gorgeous women, she was not confident about her body. And like most gorgeous women, she should have been.
I undressed slowly. I had been hitting the gym hard the last few weeks, and had lost some of the booze weight I put on over the winter. I unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time, never breaking eye contact. I slipped my pants off. Then my boxers, my cock hard and thick and throbbing
She sat up, moving toward me.
“Lie back down, bitch,” I said, sternly. Her eyebrow shot up, but she complied.
I grabbed my tie, pulling one arm, then the next up to our head board. I fastened her wrists.
“You need to learn to listen,” I said.
She smiled.
“Say yes sir.”
“Really?”
“Say. It.” I said, coldly.
“Yes, sir.”
I leaned down, kissing her, our first real contact. I wanted to melt. The old me would have. I would’ve just hopped on her and gotten where I wanted to go. But, no. Self control. Confidence.
I kissed down her neck, caressing her soft skin with my palms. I slid my hands under her ribs, pulling her body up, her pelvis. I licked down her stomach, her skin full of goosebumps with my soft touches.
I rarely went down on her anymore. She rarely went down on me. That was the first thing to go.
I cupped her ass, pulling her up, slipping between her legs. I glanced up. She was watching me, her wrists straining against my tie, her body wiggling.
“You want me to lick you?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Please lick me.”
“Lick you where?”
She swallowed. “Please lick my pussy.”
I smiled.
“No,” I said, kissing down her thighs, she grunted in frustration.
I wanted to tease her but not too much. I moved back north, spreading her wide. We had not had sex with the lights on in so long. I liked seeing her like this. So vulnerable. Delicate.
My mouth covered her, my tongue slipping inside. She was warm. Wet. I licked up, teasing her clit with my tongue as I slid a finger inside. She moaned, lifting her hips up and grinding against my face.
I licked harder, sliding two fingers in, curving them up to find her sweet spot. I pressed my shoulders into her thighs, pinning them, opening her up to me.
“Fuck, fuck,” she said, lightly, her body straining against the tie. Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth gripped closed.
I stroked her with my tongue, matching the rhythm of my fingers on her clit. I wanted her to cum. Needed her to. She was mine. I was in control. I wanted this fast and sloppy and out of control.
She grunted, pressing up to me. “God, fuck,” she grunted, cumming hard against me. Her thighs clamped. Her toes curled. Her stomach flexed.
“Good girl,” I said, finally, crawling up. I straddled her chest. My hard cock resting between her tits. I traced her lips with my fingers. She stared hard in my eyes. There was fire. A little danger. It felt old and new.
She reached out with her tongue, and I jerked back my fingers. “Don’t be greedy,” I said.
“Tease,” she said.
I let her take a finger in, tasting herself. She moaned and twirled her tongue and licked me clean.
“Do you want my cock?” I asked, lifting my hips, holding the head just out of reach.
“Please,” she said, looking at me.
“Are you going to choke on it?”
“Fuck,” she said, biting her lip. “Please.”
We had never dabbled in rough trade, but she seemed to like it. The new me was liking it, too.
I leaned forward, easing my cock pass her lips over her soft tongue. She craned her head up, trying to take as much of me as possible.
She was great at sucking cock. The best, actually. I am not sure why we stopped. You get into bad habits. Routines.
She was gentle but firm, eager but patient. I eased more in, pressing forward, her head in my hands. I pulled her back and forth on my cock, sliding deep.
“Fuck, bitch, you love sucking this cock, don’t you?” I ask.
“Yes,” she said muffled.
I pulled out, sliding my balls up. She licked them too. Sucking them. I grabbed the tie, pulling it, freeing her wrists, which were red from the knots.
Her hands found me quickly. On my ass, stroking my shaft, jerking it as she licked my balls.
She pushed me back, swallowing me again, her hands on my hips. She pulled me deep. All the way. Gagging on my cock, her face red.
“Fuck,” I said, finally. The sight too much. I had awoken something in her. I worried I could keep up, but tried to not think about it.
“You want this dick?”
“Yeah,” she said, freeing me.
“Where?”
“In my pussy.”
“You want me to to fuck you?” I asked, sliding down.
I grabbed her hips, hard, jerking her ass up, resting it on my thighs.
“Fuck, yes,” she said.
“You want me to fuck your brains out, cunt?” I said, and as soon as the word slipped out, I worried I had crossed the line. She just smiled and said, “Yes, sir.”
I sank into her, parting her thighs, burying my cock into her pussy. She was so wet. So ready.
She inhaled sharply, her hands on her tits, cupping them, pulling on the nipples.
I pulled her hips further up, almost pile driving down into her. Her back was curved and her pussy was facing up. I pinned her legs down.
It was working. I was deep. She was moaning. Cursing. “Fuck, fuck.”
“You like that?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Tell me to fuck you .”
“Fuck … me.”
“Tell me to fuck your cunt.”
“Fuck … my … tight … cunt.”
My fingers white knuckled her hips. I pounded into her. We kissed. Our bodies reaching out to find each other. I drove deeper. Harder. Faster. I was a sex God. A man of mystery.
I leaned back, on my knees, my cock pounding away. I could tell she was close. Could feel it. Sense it. I reached my hand down, lightly choking her. Tightening the grip around her neck.
“Cum,” I said. “Now.”
Her eyes rolled back. She gave her body to me in a way she never had.
I felt her squeeze. Cum around me. It was too much. I tried to hold on. Tried to ride it out. But I couldn’t.
I dropped her body, pulling my cock out. I jerked the shaft and shot the first rope across her stomach and tits. She moaned. The next two were further, grazing her neck and lips. I drenched her in my lust. Covered her in my desire.
I collapsed. Beside her. We laid there. Dazed. Uncertain.
“Wow,” she said, finally. “What was that?”
“A new beginning.”

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