Ace in the Hole

I have always been a predator and tamer of men; it’s an inclination and talent I was born with. What I didn’t know from instinct I acquired from studying dominatrices. Through them I gained the trappings and the techniques of my sexual practice but their games were only a minor diversion to me. I wanted to go further, much further, and I had found a way to do it. Discovering that I needed to find what a man values and then whether he will risk it, I became an expert at putting a challenge in such a way as to make it irresistible. I had an uncanny sense for those who were craving a new life, who wanted to be taken away. There was no reciprocal insight I remained unfathomable. Men served me in the hope of winning my heart but it was the thought of what they might lose that really excited them.

I understand this well because through my attributes, generously bestowed by nature, and by dint of my own efforts, I have everything that is humanly possible in this world. Money, power and sex are mine for the taking, and I am a living oxymoron; the successful gambler. I need to play for more sophisticated stakes than others, as the only thrills left to me are making men captive, bringing them into total servitude to my desires and savage sexual attentions. Money enables me to make my dreams reality but it isn’t important in itself. It funds a Fem Dom lifestyle, but style, individuality and power are what matter to me.

How I choose to be dominant is a temperamental thing; crops, whips, ropes, chains or a harsh word, all these are frills and take different shapes and forms at various times but at heart there is the need to implant my will on others. That is my underlying motivation.

Tonight is a busy evening in my local casino and the tables are full. I spy a tall, well built man, who I have never seen before. I have an ardent desire to make him my next victim. I sidle up to him and whisper in his ear, disguising as much as possible my true nature. I try to be coy, letting him feel that he has picked me, initially flattering his male ego. By the end of our flirtatious discussion I have interested him in my wager, which begins “want me to kick your butt in a game?” He is a little shocked by my forthrightness and language, betraying my frequent visits to Vegas casinos. I flatter him that he is a man who would be bored with playing for conventional stakes and that he ought to wager for much higher ones. I state my terms ... his freedom and personal sovereignty. The winner will ravish the loser sexually in whatever way they choose, however slowly, with whatever instruments and as often as they like. The loser will essentially be the other’s sex slave for as long as the arrangement is amusing to the owner.

Dusty, for this is the stranger’s name, is clearly excited by my proposal. What man wouldn’t be? My physical appearance is remarkable enough. I am six feet tall; very slim with jutting cheekbones, my skin preternaturally pale, a patrician’s nose and full lips. This evening I wear a black satin side- split dinner dress. My blackness is a clear, cool pool in which my targets immerse their frenzied, nervous system allowing them rest, giving them a false sense of security before I strike. My violently red thick curls dangle down around my shoulders, peacock quills decorate my hair and my penetrating green eyes have an inescapable stare. He looks beyond himself into a space only I inhabit; into pain and loss mixed with the sweet possibility that this gorgeous woman could be his. He does not suspect how well I know him. I have seen this look so often on the faces of my victims. Money is no object to him, another fortune could be accumulated, and women he has in plenty, but his independence he values above even his own life. His code of ethics was formulated on the sports fields of public school; so I know he will never renege on a deal.

These are my terms. We are to play three games. Roulette where fate is queen, poker where skill has its part and chance is there in disguise, and backgammon.

The terms are agreed and strictly supervised. I give the word: “begin”. We drink through the first game, watching the red and black spin under our hands. It is Dusty that fortune favors on this occasion. However lady luck may have been on his side, this time he is left with a curious sense of unease. As is my want, and as I am always allowed, I instruct the croupier to change the white ball for a small round piece of marble I always carry with me. I leave the table and knowing my quarry, expect Dusty to ask the croupier about this. He would have replied in his usual sorry lament:

“Years ago a man such as I but younger and stronger, not lined and broken, entered a wager with a red haired beauty, the “Queen of Queens” an expert at cards. The result was he found himself a sexual slave in her place of many mansions, a place so vast no man can comprehend it. Degraded by his servitude of many years his frustration burst forth and he toppled a statue based on the Lady herself. It slid unstoppably down the marble staircase on which it stood. So vast was the mansion built by multitudes of servile men, so long the staircase, steep and narrow, that the unstoppable statute reduced bit by bit at every flight, was, at the ends of its journey, worn to this tiny marble. Madam uses it to mock you, all men and me. Such to Madam and her kin are the thundering and crashing of men. Beware stranger, beware!”

Dusty, however, ignores his unwarranted confidence, as I knew he would, putting it down to the charming indiscretions of the men in this area. It would be a wonderful tale to tell his friends. He thinks no more of the marble ball.

Moving to the card table I care not, it is time for Poker, which is my game. Minnesota Fats dubbed me Queen of Queens on a riverboat in Baton Rouge after I had beaten “On the Spot” Jack and Benny “the Jump” in New Orleans. Leaning back in my cane chair, my cigarette holder between my lips, my low cut dress allowed my full and ample bosom to distract George “Snake eyes” MacLean into folding on a king flush for a pot of $100,000. The imperious and cool-eyed Queen is my card, her gaze as direct as mine. I know Dusty for the one-eyed jack he is. He plays well but not as well as I. Long before our agreed end time of 3 am, under a low full moon, Dusty is losing. He turns up a curious hand. “Dead man’s hand,” I say, the one an eminent Lord was holding when an assassin stabbed him in the back. I smirk. I know his next hand will be his last. He calls me on a pair of jacks, how appropriate I think. I turn up my Queen with three sixes under her cloak. In the background I hear Sinatra sing “Luck Be a Lady Tonight.” Ironic, Dusty needs luck but not this Lady.

We move to the table where the backgammon board stands. Dusty’s face has a calculated and aggressive expression; He, will not, cannot lose. My expression, which reflects in the mirrors surrounding the walls, glows with an inner power that can find no ordinary outlet; bestial and wolfish. He is experienced, with a quick intelligence and plays deftly but he is no match for my incomparable skill. I win. It is time for games to be over.

He looks nervous but not unduly so. Perhaps he thinks serving me is not such an awful prospect. The other gamblers shrink away. They have heard terrible tales from the croupier and see that the men I play with never return to the casino as the men they were. The only time any of them are seen again is crawling behind me, collared and leashed, still in their tuxedos, recognizable in form but with dog masks over their faces. This club had never seen anything like the Empress.

I lean towards him. “You belong to me I believe.” My tone is possessive, gone the alluring, girlish playfulness. I clip a small delicate lead to his fly, collect my voluminous sable fur coat and lead him away, my tortured prize. I take him to my waiting car a classic but discreet Daimler limousine, and my chauffeur, dressed in a traditional motor suit, color coordinated to the car, helps me bundle him into the back seat.

We arrive at my secluded mansion. He must realize what a fantastic wealth I possess when he sees the endless façades and private gardens, the decaying grandeur of my home. Flocks of peacocks fly between the branches of cypress trees, startled by the relatively early return of their Mistress. We enter the hall; huge Venetian glass chandeliers light the way and illuminate the white marble floors. Large vases are crowned with white lilies, filled with chunks of amber and rock crystal and illuminated from below. Rumor has it that the jars contain men’s souls, turned to stone by the many sacrifices they have made on my behalf. I lead him into the salon, covered entirely in gold leaf and where thick velvet curtains adorn the many windows.

“Have you ever been tied up?” I ask him.

His jaw clenches “Well, I had a girlfriend and we used to play a game …”

“This is not a game; this is your life from now on. You will answer me instantly, directly and humbly, using my correct title, Empress.”

“Sorry, do you want to tie me up, Empress?”

“Yes, and many other things; firstly you will wear this”. I hand him a red corset. He is hesitant and nervous but strips and attempts to put it on. I am pleased with the effect as I can see every inch of his body. While he is absorbed in lacing the stays I put my riding crop handle between my legs to pleasure my cleft.

“Tell me what you are.”

“I’m your property.”

“You’re my what?” I snap.

He swallows and says carefully, “I’m your property. You won me.”

I am aroused at the mere sight of him, and the words he is forced to speak. I make him suck my black velvet gloved fingers one at a time, and then I grab his hair and push him towards the floor.

“Head down all the way, all the way,” I command, and continue to push. I illustrate my order with physical backup.

“Yes, you look better down there. Now let me start with a few rules. You are no longer to have the luxury of being addressed by your first name. You now respond only to “g”.”

I walk around him, admiring his immodest, hard bottom. It makes me excited to see him there, obedient, mine, my hunky slut.

I pull him up by his hair and he yelps in pain. It makes my heart jump and so I do it again. “Tell me how scared you are.”

“I am very scared, Empress.” “What, the big he-man, the rugby team’s favorite,” I jeer. “Tell me, to demonstrate how I possess you fully”.

“You own me, Empress, and possess me fully: it is your right to demonstrate that any way you wish.”

I place my riding crop to his lips and tell him to lick it. I slide it a little way into his mouth, and he moans in shocked frustration.

“Taste that and tell me if you can guess where it’s been.” His moan turns to sounds of arousal but he hasn’t quite lost it yet. He is alert and nervous which are good starting points but I am only truly turned on the moment when they give themselves up to me and they do, oh they always do.

I prod his chin up with the crop and he looks at it in apprehension. I push him over a lavishly specially designed chaise lounge spreading his legs, tying them and his wrists to it.

“You will be brave for me g. I will give you as many strokes as is necessary for me to climax.”

He is trying to be willing but unable to hide his fear. I begin to beat him, stopping only to place a blindfold on him. He tenses in his bonds and tries to struggle free. The total knowledge of no escape being possible, not now, not ever, excites me immensely. He is a sporting man. He agreed to the terms and lost fair and square in a public arena. No matter how much he regrets the loss of his liberty he will not be able to escape his obligations. I also think he might be enjoying this. The hard body used to women expecting him to make the first move, being my slut slave is a position he may have willingly volunteered for; do I detect a submissive streak? It would be no fun if I thought he had lost deliberately but I know that his innate sense of competitiveness would never allow that.

I leave him tied and move into my bedroom. Changing into a more severe outfit, of high heeled platform black leather boots, a leather corset and long leather gloves, a spiked collar, and nothing else, I lie on my bed and begin to pleasure myself thinking of his cries, his helplessness, and his powerful body at my command. I do not bring myself to completion; I arch my back, holding back my orgasm and return to find him struggling futilely in his bonds. I place a gag on him, watch him wriggle deliciously and then go back to my room.

I can wait no longer to fulfill my desires and give way to my memories of stalking my prey. The pictures are acute and engulfing. I have him for my own and I visualize the incredible delights I will experience when debasing him. Using my vibrator I bring myself to a shuddering climax. Returning to the room I prance in front of him, placing the vibrator in my mouth, sucking on it, teasing him. I am in the grip of my voracious lust, like no other high. One orgasm was not going to be enough; he would have to provide me with another and it is evidently not going to be in the way he is used to supplying it. Only through his subjugation and his pain could I achieve satisfaction. He would be forced to obey my most exacting carnal caprices. I observe that "g" is erect, something he must learn he cannot do without my permission.

“You disobey me, you are getting beyond yourself. More discipline and instruction is in order at this point. Rule two; never question my physical strength, my authority or my utter contempt for the mere male. Right, repeat after me, I need a firm hand to keep me in line.”

“I need a firm hand to keep me in line, Empress.”

“Do not try and approach me as an equal, which your insolent penis suggests by erecting without my desiring it do so.”

I flick a switch and music starts to play, a classic Tango track, Piazolla’s “Three Minutes with the Truth.” It unwinds with the speed of a striking rattlesnake. A good background as I begin to strike him, using a heavier whip this time to begin the process of building his pain thresholds.

“You men are all the same, superficially seeming like decent human beings then revealing a slimy pit at your core. All the vile things that you have so neatly concreted over I will extract and avenge. You will do nothing more than simply obey my commands, or face the consequences that would befall any rebellious beast. A beast you are and unless I had taken you in a beast you would have remained. I intend to feminize you.”

I outline my philosophy to him in more detail, releasing him from his bonds where he flops exhausted to the ground. I order him to scour my boots with his tongue while I give him an inspiring lecture about what turn his life has taken.

“I have never learnt from anyone resistance to assumptions of male supremacy. The assertion that man is superior to women is self evidently false. Unlike life in a man's body, life in a women’s body cultivates receptivity, openness and surrender. The ego relaxes and accepts its place in the greater scheme of things. Our virtues are those of compassion, humility and a willingness to serve the greater whole of life. However, these traits have been exploited and degraded by men who have abrogated to themselves the need to rule us. Therefore as it has been done to us shall it, be done to you.”

I circle him like a scorpion, tapping my spiky heels like pincers while he crawls around licking them clean.

“From now on, it’s Queen high, even the Joker in my pack wears a skirt, and that’s you. You have heard of ace in the hole?”

“Yes,” g feebly replies.

“Well its tongue in the hole for you!” I exclaim.

I enjoy the reminders of my recent gambling success but I return to the seriousness of the task in hand.

“You have a task of the utmost importance,” I say as I lower my curvaceous bottom cheeks over his face.

Pam Watches

''I'm home,'' the wife yelled as I scrambled into the bathroom and headed into the shower.

A few minutes later as I was busy scrubbing away the evidence that my daughter had left on me, the bathroom door opened.

''Hi babe,'' my wife's tone was chirpy.

''Hey chick,'' was the standard response from me.

She pulled back the shower curtain smiling at what was behind.

''Do You Mind,'' I said smiling at her.

''No not at all.'' Her eyes wandered to my cock.

She closed the toilet seat, sat, and began chatting about her morning shopping and said that she had a surprise for me for later.

''Mm ... can't wait baby.''

I finished showering, checking for the I-just-fucked-our-daughter tag that I suspected was hanging somewhere on my body, I didn't find it.

''I'm just stepping next door babes; I want to talk to Jane. Won't be long,'' my wife shouted up the stairs.

With a bit of luck Jane would be having another man crisis and my wife would be a little bit longer than five minutes.

Taking the opportunity, I headed for Pam's room. I wanted to see what state she was in. 

As I opened the door I was greeted with the sight of her on her knees with her ass pointing right at me. I didn't realize at first what she was doing. It was only when the motion of her hand caught my eye that I realized she was fucking herself with her small vibrator.

The sight was amazing and I just looked on in awe. As her wet pussy lips gripped and slid along the pink shaft of her toy, leaving a silky wet trail.

I did not realize it but I found myself at the end of her bed. Wanting a better view I looked over my shoulder, checking for the wife and dropped to my knees.

Her hand movement was fast she was really pounding the pick plastic cock into her tight wet hole.

The smell of her highly sexed, wet pussy was amazing. I reached out my hand and gently stroked her butt cheeks. This made her jump; she didn't even know I was there.

Pam continued to fuck herself on her knees, her head in her pillow allowing her free hand to work her clit.

Her moans were intense and I couldn't resist grazing my thumb over her puckered ass. The contact made her jump, but she pushed back giving me the ok.

I slid my thumb nearer her pussy to get some of her natural lube before returning it to her ass.

With a little more pressure I teased her hole, prompting more moans from her. Building up a bit more courage and worrying that the wife may soon return, I pressed my thumb harder against her.

Her pussy lube made it easy and my thumb slipped inside. Bucking her hips like a bronco she started to cum. 'Fuck Daddy yes, yes,'' she screamed as she came. Her ass squeezed around my thumb so hard I was relieved it wasn't my cock.

Slumping on the bed panting, with the vibrator still inside her pussy she tried to catch her breath.

Gripping the pink shaft I pulled on it and with a plop, it emerged from her pink, wet and sticky hole. Holding it up to my nose I sniffed it and was almost dizzy at the aroma. I pushed the pick cock into my mouth and hungrily sucked it clean.

Playfully I spanked her ass and left her room to recover.

The rest of the day was a haze; I crashed on the sofa and watched sports all afternoon, not really paying the wife any attention. That was until a figure caught my eye I the doorway. Snapping my head around for a double take, my wife stood there waiting for my response.

She was dressed all in black lingerie, small French knickers and matching bra. Her huge 38DD breasts looked so round and full, and her ass looked amazing from where I was sat.

I sat forward and went to stand up. My wife who I now realized was wearing heels too, made strides towards me and ordered me to sit.

A smile crept across my lips as she dropped to her knees. Sliding her hands over my jeans, she followed the seams up the inside of my legs, her palms moved across my balls and hardening cock.

She fumbled for my belt and quickly unbuckled it and popped open my denims.

Gripping the jeans she pulled them apart and down, popping the fly and releasing the tension holding back my cock.

''Mm ..., something seems to be pleasing you,'' she smirked.

Her hands molested my now raging cock through my boxers. After what seemed like an eternity she pulled my boxers down and freed my engorged member.

Her hands felt so, soft as she worked the skin on my cock. Her thumbs stroked and ticked the underside of my cock making me moan out loud. ''Sh ... the kids,'' she whispered.

My wife had never been big on oral sex but I knew that now was my lucky time. Her head dipped slightly and she extended her tongue.

The initial contact made me jump. It felt amazing as it slid along the underside of my cock, eventually reaching the head of cock. She opened her mouth and slid her lips down the thick shaft, the wet velvety feeling was mind blowing as she began to suck me, her head bobbing between my legs. With this treat I knew I wouldn't last long and concentrated on holding back.

My wife was alternating between hands and mouth giving my balls and cock equal attention.

Movement in the same door way that my wife had entered through caught my eye. Looking over her shoulder I saw Pam standing there staring at the show. I couldn't believe she was watching the show her Mother was putting on.

Instinctively I put my hands on the back of wife's head, more to prevent her from turning around than anything. But she took it as encouragement and gave my cock some more attention.

Pam was standing leaning on the door frame, her hands roaming her perky firm tits and stomach.

I watched in amazement as she slid her hands down her torso, and into her pj bottoms.

My wife was too enjoying her activity as her own hands were inside her panties, teasing her no doubt hard clit.

Muffled moans from my wife let me know that she was cumming, she stopped the head bobbing, but my own thrusts kept the mouth fucking going. I felt her teeth on my shaft as she came with a muffled scream. She removed her wet fingers from her pussy and offered me them to lick clean.

God she tasted good, almost as good as our daughter.

Looking back at the doorway, Pam was still standing but thrusting her own hips against her hand trying to get her own orgasm going.

My wife's hand gripped my cock and began wanking on me hard; her mouth went back to sucking my balls. ''I want your cum John, please let me have it,'' she begged down from between my legs.

Pam in the meantime looked flushed and was struggling to keep her moans in as she fucked her own hand in the door way.

My wife's expert hands had me on the edge and my hips bucked fucking her fingers harder. A glance at the door way got me closer, Pam was pulling her hand, slick with her pussy juice, out of her pj's and began to lick her hand clean. That was enough for me with a grunt a forceful thrust in my wife's hands I came, thick spurts shot upwards, and my wife was quick in moving her head over my cock to catch what she could.

Pam had crept away, the doorway now empty. I slumped back in the couch, my wife busy sucking and licking up all the mess she had created.

''Looks like you enjoyed my surprise baby,'' she said in her sexiest little girl voice.

''More than you know gorgeous, more than you know,'' I said through a huge grin.

''Now how about you take me to bed and show me what else you got'' she was grinning massively.

I took her by the hand and led her out the door and upstairs to our bed. After the events of today I hoped I had one more fuck in me.

Perfect Blow Job

 Giving Him Everything He Wants

We are standing face to face in front of the bed and I look into his eyes.

"I want you, I want to feel all of you in my mouth" I tell him in my sultry voice.

With a sense of urgency he tells me "You don't know how bad I need this babe."

Our lips meet in a desperate deep kiss. Hands groping all over as we feverishly tear away each other's clothes till they are in a pile on the floor. I wrap the fingers of my left hand around his neck and as my right hand stroke's his growing penis. He throws me down on the bed and the wrestling match begins.

He's on top of me grinding his pelvis into mine holding my wrists down while I feast on his sexy neck licking and biting. I shift my weight and roll him off of me so we are side by side. He wasn't expecting this.

"Frisky little slut aren't you" he says as my cheek stings and I let out a little yelp, from the slap he's just given me.

This sets me on fire and I'm going to take him now. I bite his nipple hard and attack his sexy chest with my hands and lips.

Looking up at him I ask "Tell me what you want?"

"My big hard cock down your throat my dirty little slut" he growls and I go down on him like a pro.

I love when he talks dirty to me and calls me lewd names and makes me need to worship his cock like it deserves. I want to feel it all over my face and in my mouth. First I bury my face in his smooth balls licking and running my tongue all over them then gently sucking them into my hot mouth as I stroke that beautiful hard cock. It's looks so delicious with the big round head oozing pre cum already. I must taste it so I run my tongue up the back of the shaft to the tip of the head then grasping the shaft I rub the pre cum covered head all over my lips licking up his juices as his moans of approval get louder.

I purse my lips to make a tight entrance for his steel rod to penetrate. As my lips touch the tip I feel hands on my head. His hips buck and his hands shove my head down hard impaling my hot wet mouth with his rock hard cock making me moan in delight. He's in a frenzy fucking my face as hard as he can and I'm loving it so much. I want him to use me however he likes. I'm his personal whore.

He never lets up his grip on my head with his fingers entangled in my long blond hair as he uses my mouth for his own little fuck-hole. I caress and massage his balls and suck like crazy as he thrusts his hard cock in and out of my mouth. Every stroke so deep he's hitting the back of my throat as I swirl my tongue all over that delicious cock. I push down even harder my nose in his belly deep throating all the way.

Moving from his balls to his tight virgin ass I start playing with his unexplored territory. His moaning gets louder and he releases his grip of my head. I look up in his eyes and see a wild lust burning in them.  While stroking his shaft I tease that big head flicking the tip of my tongue in his slit as I gently insert one lubed finger into his tight clenching ass. I easily find his prostate already swollen and throbbing and massage his special spot making him let out a deep groan.

With his sexy tight ass pulsing and cumming on my finger I go after his cock and balls frantically giving them everything my hands and mouth have to offer. The room is filled with the sounds of raw sex, heavy breathing with moans of ecstasy. I feel his hands on my head again and the violent thrusting into my mouth begins as I fuck his virgin ass so nicely. I feel his body stiffen and his cock is twitching in my throat. He pushes my mouth down on his big cock hard and deep as it will go and sends a huge blast of hot cum down my throat and filling my mouth. Spasm after spasm his sexy ass cumming on my finger and his cock dumping load after load in my mouth.

I love his sweet cum and suck every drop milking his cock in my mouth while squeezing his balls dry. As his orgasm subsides I bask in the afterglow of knowing I've just given him his biggest, strongest orgasm ever. He is spent and completely relaxed now so I crawl into bed and hold and kiss my sexy hot man appreciating everything he has just given me.

Looking for a Home

A young man shows me a house I am interested in.

I was looking into buying a new house and had a few in mind so I called a realtor and asked him to show me a few. He sounded young on the phone and I had asked him how much experience he had. He told me he had just received his license and I would be his first sale if he made one to me. He had asked me if I wanted a more experienced realtor that his colleague would step in but I assured him he would do just fine as I knew what I wanted. He agreed to meet me that evening in a large ranch house out in a rural neighborhood and I was promptly there just as it was getting dusk.

He pulled up in his Saab, shuffled some papers around and opened his door. He was definitely young and immediately I knew I didn’t want the house but we had both driven out there and after I heard his story of how he asked the owners to go out to eat or something while he showed their house, I just knew I had to make something of this waste of time. Being a woman of great imagination, I studied him intently as he described the house.

He had a slim build and a great smile along with a charming personality. I was in the mood for a bit of fun so I figured I would let him lead me around and every once in awhile I would see if I could turn him on. I saw no ring on his finger so I felt no guilt when I waltzed over to the window, put my hands on the sill and pushed my ass up in the air while looking out into the fields.

“Great view from up here, no doubt,” I said stretching my neck up allowing my skirt to hike up my ass. I had a pair of leather boots on that almost came to my knees, a silky pair of stockings and a bright, pink thong under a black, shiny miniskirt that would flash my little pink mound if I stuck my ass out just enough. I stretched toward the side as if to look out the window as far left as I could.

“No neighbors close enough to look in,” I stated to lead into a teasing conversation. “I’m an avid nudist in my own home,” I said with a huge smile and a quick wink at the kid as I turned around and headed out the room towards a bedroom.

I’m sure I was obvious and ridiculously cliché but I had an immediate response. Had his zipper been down, there would have been no way for his underwear to hold back the erection my ass had given him. It was almost too easy. As I slid by him I stared directly at his crotch and held my hand out as if I were going to grab his cock then pulled my hand away at the last minute. “There’s nothing worse than nosey neighbors when all you’re trying to do is be comfortable, you know?”

“Ab … absolutely, Ma’am I … I …I know exactly what you mean,” he stuttered and turned with me as I walked past him. I knew full well he was watching me shake my ass into the next room. I quickly turned towards him and caught him hiding his obvious excitement behind the papers in his hand.

“I had a nosey little teenage girl always looking into my room when I was younger and always wished I had lived a lot further from any houses so I could … uh … just … you know, be left alone,” he said hesitating towards the end of his sentence as if he were to disclose some personal information that may not have been appropriate at the time. What he didn’t know is that whatever he was about to say would have been perfectly in synch with the thoughts in my head.

I slowly sat down on the side of the bed just behind me and stared into his eyes, then scanned down his body and stopped at his crotch. I looked back into his eyes and put on a slight smirk. “Andrew?” I asked teasingly. “Did she catch you masturbating?” I asked with a slight giggle that suggested I knew what he was trying to say and there was no need for embarrassment. He turned bright red in an instant, hung his head down and snorted a slight laugh.

“Uh,” He chuckled and shook his head slightly. “Sorry, I ….”

“It’s OK, I’m a therapist,” I said but didn’t know if he knew what I meant. “I talk sex all the time and actually, I should be apologizing. I didn’t mean to pry.”

We both shared a laugh and a moment of silence until I patted the bed and stood up. “Maybe I should show you the kitchen,” he blurted as I was looking about the room.

“Excellent idea,” I said and headed past him in a bit of a hurried manner. I had just remembered that I wanted to check the closet and made a quick turnaround and shouted. “Oh wait!” I spun around towards the closet and my shoe had caught on the lip of a part of the wood floor that was slightly raised. I began to fall past Andrew but luckily he had caught me. I don’t know if I had tripped subconsciously or not but as Andrew helped me back into an upright position, I found my hand grasping his stiff cock and I quickly released it but certainly remembered how it felt in my hand.

I quickly covered my mouth with my hand and chuckled. “I am so sorry, Andrew and thank you for saving me from killing myself,” I said and without missing a beat, pretended as if nothing had happened and headed towards the closet. “I wanted to check out all the closets, too!” I yelled into the closet, looking around inside to check the space. I pushed all the clothes towards the right side so I could get a better view of the overall size, bent down and pushed my ass into the air knowing full well I was practically revealing every bit of my little mound to him covered in a silky thong. Behind me I heard his voice slowly getting closer.

“Most of the closets are fairly large,” He said in a crackling voice. He was breathing a bit harder, too and I knew he was catching a good view of my ass. “Are they big enough for you? The master bedroom closet is huge but the rest of them are the same size as this one,” he said after a noticeable swallow. I spread my legs apart slightly and buried my head deep into the closet behind the clothes that were hanging there and attempted to peek out behind me. Andrew was adjusting himself and obviously sporting an erection. He moved a little closer and I watched him cock his head as if he were sizing up the situation.

“This is good. This is definitely a good size for a spare bedroom,” I shouted into the closet as I backed out quickly and bumped my ass into his bulging tool. “Oops, I’m sorry,” I said as I brushed my hand across his stomach to acknowledge his presence and push him slightly out of my way. I had felt the whole length of his hard cock up against my ass and I was getting quite turned on thinking about that shaft sliding past my thong and into my moistening twat but I carried on and turned to him as I was passing him. “Why don’t you show me the closet in the master bedroom? How much bigger is that?”

“Oh, yes indeed,” He said as he began to follow me out the door. I stood by the rail outside the room waiting for him to exit and lead me to the master bedroom and as he passed me I had to check out what I had already grabbed once and backed into. I wondered how much of this teasing he could possibly take but the young man was holding his composure so far. His cock however, was not. The outline of his erect tool was so obvious I don’t know how he managed to keep a straight face.

“Right this way,” he said as his hand raised and led me forward and around the corner. I walked into the master bedroom which was a decent size and turned to the right towards the closet.

“Not bad,” I said as I looked about the room and headed for the closet which seemed quite large as I walked into it. There were hanging clothes on the right and I walked right past them and turned right, heading for the back of the huge walk in closet. I peeked through the clothes to see if Andrew was following me and he was quick to follow.

I stood in the back corner of the closet again bent over and bearing my legs and ass as I heard him come up behind me. He came in and quickly stood behind me hoping, I’m sure, that I would again back into him. “Huge, isn’t it?” He asked. I could hear him breathing heavy and it was turning me on but I pretended to be checking out the shoe rack. I knelt down, squatted and turned toward the back wall to check out the shoe rack and out of the corner of my eye realized his stiff cock was inches away from my face. I stuck out my chest and ran my finger down the wood of the custom rack towards his pants, getting my face even closer to his growing bulge and pushed my lips outward.

“Oh ...,” I said seductively. “I love this hard wood.” I ran my finger back across the wood towards myself. “Is this oak?” I said as I nonchalantly spread my legs open giving him a front view into my miniskirt. I slowly licked my lips, looked up at him and held my mouth slightly open waiting for an answer. He looked down at me and his eyes were as wide as they could possibly get. I watched him slowly swallow and I smiled at him.

“I, uh … I’m not really, uh … sure if it’s oak.” He stuttered and I watched him completely lose his train of thought while I was smiling at him in a completely vulnerable position. Our eyes were locked in a moment of uncomfortable awareness and I couldn’t take another minute of it so I broke the silence.

“Do it,” I said smiling up at him, watching his crotch grow even more.

“Do what?” He said looking around as if checking to see that no one was looking. I looked at his growing crotch and then looked back into his eyes. I put my hands under my thighs and drew the back of my skirt up over my ass to rest on my hips. My fingers worked their way to the insides of my thighs as I spread my knees further apart.

“You know you want to,” I said looking at him and running my tongue across my lower lip. I smiled again and watched a smile come across his face ever so slowly. I winked at him and he tossed his clipboard out of the closet into the room. He slowly unzipped his pants waiting for me to disapprove but I showed no such sign. Instead I watched carefully as he pulled his stiff cock from the hole in his pants left by the opening of the zipper and let it rest pointing straight out of his pants. It was a beautiful cock, too, perfectly proportionate with a thick head on it, too.

I opened my mouth and held my tongue against my top teeth and watched intently as he brought it toward me. I wanted to just shove it down my throat but I let him bring it to my lips and rest it there on my lower lip. My tongue crept out of my mouth and slid under his hardened staff and my mouth began to open. He wiped the head of his cock across my upper lip, then across my lower lip and bounced it several times on my lower lip, leaving a thin thread of liquid between my lip and the tip of his cock as he pulled it away.

“Wow,” he said as he took a deep breath. “You are so freaking’ hot.” I put my hands on his thighs and worked them around to the back pulling him into my mouth, feeling every bit of his hard member slide across my tongue and pushing against the inside of my cheek. I tightened my lips around his staff and pushed him backwards, out of my mouth. I wrapped my hand around the base of his throbbing tool and flicked my tongue across the bottom of its head, picking up any silky semen I could. I squeezed his shaft at the bottom and brought my hand upwards to squeeze out any liquid, then buried him deep in my mouth until I felt him touch the back of my throat. I held him there for a moment then pushed myself into him, popping his cock into my throat. He moaned and I pulled him out and gasped.

“Oh God, that’s a nice cock,” I cried and again buried him deep into my mouth. I swallowed and pulled him toward me, again popping his cock deep down my throat and pulled him out gasping. I slowly jerked him off with the slick juices left on his shaft and ran my lips down the shaft of his cock and took his testicles into my mouth, twisting my hand over and over the throbbing head of his pipe. I pulled his testicles out of my mouth and wrapped my other hand around them and pulled his cock back to my lips where I bounced his erection against my puckered lips and again drew him into my mouth, rolling my tongue all over the inside of my mouth. He pulled himself from me and began to frantically unbuckle his pants.

I stood up and turned toward the wall, bent over and pushed my ass up at him. I drew my hand up between my legs and with my fingers I moved my thong aside and spread my lips. He inched his cock forward as his pants dropped to the ground and I felt the head of his hard cock bump my fingers. I guided him slowly into the wet lips I had waiting for him and with a slight shift of my weight, I fell back into him, his cock completely filling me. I swished my ass from side to side and heard him moaning. Using my muscles, I squeezed him from the inside and felt him shiver. I pulled forward and then back into him over and over while I put my leg up onto the shoe rack and held onto the shelf in front of me. I stopped and he took over pumping me again and again and filling me up with his meaty friend. I dropped my head and closed my eyes. My ass went up and down across his cock so fast he couldn’t keep up until he just stopped and let me work myself into a, frenzy. I started to quake and then pushed down as hard as I could onto his thick tool and threw my head back and screamed.

I stayed there momentarily until I stopped shaking. He started pumping me again and I reached between my legs and wrapped my fingers around his slick, stiff cock and he took several quick short pumps into and threw his head back, pulled his cock out of me and stood there with it in his hand. I quickly turned around and before I could get my mouth around him, he shot a huge load of semen onto my thigh. I quickly had his throbbing cock in my mouth shooting load after load into my throat until he finally settled down with a deep breath. “Whoa! Holy Cow,” He said wiping the sweat from his forehead as I pulled his softening cock from my mouth and held it in my hand, “Unbelievable!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I like the house,” I said as I let his cock slip out of my hand. “I would, however, like to see others. That is, if you are up for it this week.” I said as I smiled at him and rose from my feet. I grabbed his tie and started straightening it for him and poked him on the tip of the nose and slapped his ass as I passed him. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll call you and we can schedule a time. Oh, and let me know if any other deals are out in this area.” I said smugly as I headed downstairs. He followed me to the door and assured me he would find other places. He is still my realtor today.

Lost Dog

Last Thursday morning my dog went missing. It's a male Rhodesian ridgeback called Simba and it looks like a small pony. Hard to lose you might think, but once in a while he decides to play at hunting and off to the fields he goes. I did all the usual things; looked around the village, walked up and down calling his name in a high pitched voice to entice him to come running, feeling like a fool. You know the routine. After a while, an old guy who lives at the top of our quiet cul-de-sac told me that he had seen the dog in the back garden of his new neighbor. He didn't know her name but he thought she was in. I thanked him and went to knock on the door.

The door was opened by a lovely looking woman that I hadn't seen around the village. She was around thirty, that's 18 years younger than me, tall and well built without being fat, with long shaggy red hair and bright green eyes that smiled even before her mouth did. I explained why I was there and she laughed and stood back to let me in. She asked me to sit down in the lounge and as I did so, she walked past me towards the kitchen, asking if I wanted a drink. I took the opportunity to study her.

I declined the drink but saw that she wore a deep blue silk or satin housecoat which buttoned down the front but was open from just below her hips, revealing long legs clad unmistakably in white stockings. I should say at this point that I have a fondness for red heads and I'm crazy over stockings, white in particular. I could feel my cock stirring and I sat forward to cover any tell tale bulge as she came back into the room and sat opposite me.

She introduced herself as Mary and said that she knew the dog was mine as she had seen me walking him a few times. Then she looked me straight in the eye and said that she loved the way I was able to control such a large and powerful animal and she could tell I had the strength in my shoulders and arms to control something wild. Now call me hopeful, but if that wasn't a come on I have never heard one. She said that she had called the dog in to her garden, knowing I would come by looking for it. As she said this, her legs crossed and her housecoat fell open to reveal her stocking tops and I knew I wasn't just hoping.

I stood and said that I had plenty of practice at controlling wild animals and would she like a demonstration. She looked up at me and her eyes flashed wickedly as she said that she doubted whether I could control her. I stepped forward and immediately grabbed a fistful of her long hair, pulling her to me. She gasped and I knew it hurt her. I told her that she shouldn't start games she wasn't prepared to see through and she laughed, answering that she would do anything for a man strong enough to tame her, but I had better be strong because not many men have been able to. Fair enough.

I pulled her hair again and she made a tiny sound of pain. I ordered her to unfasten my trousers. She refused and tried to pull away but I had her hair wrapped around my fist and I dragged her back.

"You better do it bitch!”

She quickly undid my belt and unbuttoned my trousers and I told her to pull them down, my shorts too. I reinforced the order with another hard tug on her lovely soft hair. I could feel her finger nails scratching my thighs as she obeyed me and my cock sprang up, almost hitting her in the face. Now I'm not bragging but my manhood measures 9” on a good day and it's very thick. Add to this that she had a good viewing angle and it was no wonder that she gasped again.

Open wide you little slut, I'm going to fuck your mouth.”

I pulled her head back as I said this and saw that there were tears in her eyes. I was almost tempted to stop but then she licked her lips and her mouth opened. I pulled her close as I pushed forward and my cock hit the back of her throat. I thrust into her a few times and she gagged. I pulled back a little then and she began to lick and suck me. I closed my eyes and wallowed in the experience and I have to say that she was very good. After a while I pulled free of her expertise and she looked up with a question in her eyes. I released her hair and stepped away to sit on the sofa. I told her that I was going to relax while she sucked me and I ordered her to stand up and take off her coat.

As it fell from her shoulders, I took in her magnificent body, all curves and a little excess flesh without being in any way fat. She was wearing the full kit of sexy undies, a matching white bra and panties with suspender belt and stockings in the same color. It was clear that she had manufactured this encounter and I wasn't going to disappoint. I had to focus to avoid knocking her down, jumping her and cumming all too soon. She stepped to me and knelt at my feet but I told her to stand again. I told her that she would do nothing without my permission or I would punish her and I told her to turn and face away from me.

She did as I said and I told her to slowly take off her panties, bending forward to show off her ass. She began easing the tiny silk strip across her ample cheeks and as he did so she wriggled a little for added effect. I waited for her to reach the lowest point and after she had stepped from her panties and told her to remain bent over and to grasp her ankles. For a 30'ish woman with a full figure she managed it without effort. I stood behind her and without warning slapped her taut ass hard, one on each cheek. She cried out in pain and surprise but she didn't move.

That was for wriggling. I told you, nothing without my instruction. Now, move your feet wider apart. Do it you little whore!”

With her feet spread I could see her pussy. It was already open and so wet it looked as though it might drip. I caressed her tight ass softly and ran my hand under her, gently tracing my finger tips over her anus and hearing her moan, before quickly and roughly pushing my hand into the soft wet folds of her sex. She moaned again, louder now and I rubbed her, hard and fast, feeling her oils covering my hand. I took my hand away and noticed that it was indeed covered in cream. I grabbed her hair again with my other hand and pulled up her head, rubbing my palm and fingers over her face and telling her to lick it clean.

She lapped at me like a dog and I wanted to take her then, hard and fast, but it would have been a waste. Leaving her bent over me I walked away without speaking. I fixed myself a glass of Scotch from the drinks tray in the corner of the lounge and casually walked past her to look out of the rear window, just checking on my dog. I knew she could see me but I also knew that she wouldn't move or question me. Finally, I sat on the sofa once more and looked at her. Her ass had reddened from my two sharp blows and her pussy was red and sopping wet. I ached to fuck her.

Come here slut. Suck my cock”.

She straightened up then and turned to face me. She shook her head and her wonderful red hair sprayed out around her shoulders. Her eyes flashed.

No! I'm tired of the game. You can go now.”

She put her hands on her hips and glared at me defiantly. I was up in an instant and crossed the space between us before she had time to react. I slapped her face hard, just once and took hold of that hair again, dragging her forward and down, making her fall to her knees.

Game ... do you think this is a game you dirty little tramp, very well, it's a game. But it's my game and my rules. You do what I say, when I say, or you get punished. I slapped her other cheek and sat back, my legs apart. Now show me what a good little cock sucker you are or suffer for it.”

The cheeks of her pretty face were glowing with my hand prints and there were tears in her eyes but a tiny smile played around her mouth as she shuffled closer and bent to her duty. She licked the exposed and swollen head and ran her tongue down my length, nuzzling at my balls before moving back up to take me into her mouth. I sat still and closed my eyes once more, reveling in the feeling she was generating with her artful technique. I allowed her to continue for a good ten minutes, by exercising self control and demonstrating to her that her only purpose was to serve. Finally, I pushed her back. I held my cock and used to hit her across the face two or three times.

You seem to be getting the hang of it. Now, kneel up here on the sofa, with your knees wide. I'm going to see what your hot little cunt feels like”.

Bless her, she couldn't have moved faster. Before I could stand she was kneeling next to me, waiting. I stood behind her and casually thrust four fingers straight into her open pussy, making her cry out. I pushed harder and bent in my thumb, shoving my whole hand inside.

Did you think I meant to fuck you, my filthy little whore ... well possibly, but not yet?”

I fisted her then, deep and hard and fast, really ramming my hand deep, until my wrist was being caressed by her lips. She began to climax, her body shuddering and her muscles contracting but she made no sound. I continue to pound her soft yielding flesh, loving the burning heat and the incredible wetness of her. After a while I pulled out my hand to find it covered in her cream. I eagerly licked at it and sucked my fingers, my head spinning with the exquisite taste. I knelt behind her and pulled her ass cheeks wide, pushing my face into her and licking at her inner flesh. She cried out as I sucked on her folds and drank the never ending juice with loud slurping. I stood after a while and sat next to her to pull her face to look at me. My own face was covered in her and I kissed her then, a long forceful kiss that had nothing to do with gentle affection as our mouths and tongues almost fought for supremacy.

Pulling away, I stood behind her and rammed my aching cock as deep into her as I could with one fast movement that made a slapping sound as we came together. I heard the breath leave her mouth in a rush and I grabbed her hips and began banging her, savagely pounding her body with my own, driving my hard cock deep and loving the screams of her second orgasm as her body went into spasm around my cock. On an on I went, loosing myself in her and digging my fingers into her soft flesh as I took what I want, what I needed.

Feeling my own orgasm approaching, I withdrew from her and she moaned at the loss, but I hurriedly positioned myself against her anus and pushed in. She screamed again then, at the pain of my unexpected and brutal penetration, but I didn't care. I loved the sound. I pushed hard, driving my throbbing cock all the way into her ass. I was raping her and loving it.

Her moans of pleasure were mingled with her screams of pain and I don't think even she knew where one ended and the other began. I pulled her back to meet each massive thrust and her ass felt incredibly tight and searing hot. It was time. With a roar I came, my cock swelling still further and exploding, pumping cum deep inside her, filling her.

My head was spinning, my blood pumping and my body felt as though I was on fire. I couldn't stop cumming and I thought I was going to pass out. It had never felt that good. It actually hurt but I couldn't stop. Finally, as I subsided a little, I realized that she was screaming. A long high keening that was accompanied by a shaking of her whole body. Her fingers looked as though they would rip the sofa and her legs were thrashing. I was actually holding her up without knowing it, my fingers sunk deep into her soft skin. I pulled my cock from her and looked down to see cum spurt from her still open ass to run down her thigh. I wiped it up with my fingers and pushed them into her mouth. She sucked on them like an animal and I knelt next to her, pulling her face to me. She took my cock without another sound and she sucked at me so hard it was my turn to cry out.

I stood then and told her to get up. She moved slower now but not to play the game that was behind us. I took her arm and pulled her with me as I walked through to the kitchen. Once there I threw her down on the cold hard tiled floor and stood over her. Without a word I took hold of my cock and began pissing. The strong stream sprayed over her thighs and I aimed it at her gaping pussy. She moaned and lay back on the floor, using both hands to pull her lips open so wide I thought it must hurt and I pissed directly into her as she moaned in lustful ecstasy.

I moved up her body, over her slightly protruding belly and her shallow high waist and between her lovely full breasts to pool at her throat for a moment. Then, as she smiled and opened wide, I took it over her chin and pissed into her mouth. Just before her eyes closed, I saw a look of pure animal, something primal and almost scary deep within her. As she swallowed I moved to piss over her wonderful red hair, soaking it before coming back to her mouth again. My flow was dying and she sat up to take hold of my cock, actually taking it into her mouth and sucking to drain the last drops from my now painful cock.

When I had finished I needed to sit at the kitchen table to regain my strength and she calmly stood and went to switch on the kettle, asking if I wanted a drink now.

We sat quietly at the table, drinking coffee, still naked, still red and swollen and soaked with sweat cum and piss. After a long period of silence she spoke.

That was wonderful. We can do it again tomorrow if you like, but next time will you tie me up and hurt me a little. I like being whipped and spanked really hard.”

I nodded wordlessly. I had thought I was in control, but I could see now that this was a woman who always got what she wanted. After a while we showered together and dressed, she put on a jogging suit rather than an outfit for sex. She led me to the door and we kissed.

Oh, my name's Linda, by the way. What's yours?”

A Couple of Drinks

I met my wife in high school, almost 30 years ago. I was her 1st lover. She was raised to be prim and proper. Needless to say, I got her drunk after dating 2 weeks and took full advantage of her. She wanted it as bad as I did. Over the years, I taught her many things. She gladly sucked my cock and swallowed, she let me tenderly take her anally. She even was willing to suck my cock in the car as we drove next to truckers while showing them her pussy and tits. Once we got married and the kids started coming, things changed a bit. Once the kids were all in high school, she started relaxing a bit. Once, while on vacation, she had some drinks and was getting very horny.

We were on a Cruise Ship in the Caribbean. We were in the adult's only hot tub in the back of the ship out of view. I had talked her into wearing a yellow Wicked Weasel bikini. Convincing her it was midnight, dark, and that there was no one around, she let me take off the bottoms and finger her in the hot tub. After teasing her to the edge of orgasm 4 times then backing off, she was crazy with lust. She kept trying to pull my suit off so she could mount me. I had seen some movement in the shadows for about 15 minutes. Finally a good looking black man that looked to be 25 or so walked towards the hot tub with a towel. I knew he had been listening and watching because I could see a wet spot on his swim trunks. The spot was a good 8 to 10 inches down one leg of his suit.

My wife was a tad startled and scooted closer to me. Her bikini bottoms were on the edge of the hot tub where he sat down. As we made some small talk and found out he was a semi pro football player. He was well muscled. After a while, he picked up her bikini bottoms and smiled and said that he hoped he did not interrupt anything. He told her she was too damn sexy to be wearing a suit in the hot tub anyway.

The last drink Kaitlyn had must have just started hitting her. She said without thinking that he was too damn sexy to be wearing a suit too. I smiled and winked at Terell. He said "Fair enough" and stood up and removed his suit. I actually heard a small gasp from my wife as his 8" flaccid penis hung down touching the water. Kaitlyn could not take her eyes off his cock as he stood there making small talk, no pun intended. She also could not release her grip on my cock. I thought she was going to rip it off. Terell said that since he was totally nude, she should take off the bikini top. I untied the strings and let it slip into the water. Terell commented on how nice her tits were and that he especially liked her hard nipples. As Terell went to sit down, he slid towards us as he sat. Kaitlyn now was between me and this very well hung black man. She lost her inhibitions that night. Believe me that is an understatement. Maybe I will tell you the rest if you're interested.