Kissing the boss again...

Now that’s a perfect ass for spanking...

That was what I thought as I looked up from the cabinet to sneak a look at her; wobbling on the stepladder, reaching across to pull the poster down from the wall. Her trousers clung deliciously to the curves of her hips and ass. Her jacket lay discarded on the desk, and as she stretched, her little white blouse pulled tightly across her breasts. I smiled.

I tried to focus on my work, but kept an eye on the angel still barely keeping her balance above me. I had thought long and hard about today. I knew what I wanted from her. And I knew she would give it to me.

There was a knot of nerves in my stomach as I thought about what else I might face today though. I was due the second part of my punishment from him. That was a pretty scary thought. And yet it was one that caused my heart to beat faster and my pussy to drip in anticipation.

I suddenly noticed her climbing down. She leaned over to pick up the bag of unwanted posters and other display material, giving me an incredible view of her perfectly formed ass. I picked up the second bag at my feet and followed her to the back of the shop.

She turned to me as she opened the door. “I’ll take that. You head back and carry on.” I handed her the bag, but I didn’t return to the shop floor. I watched as she headed outside to the enclosed courtyard at the back of the mall, following her at a safe distance, keeping my eyes glued to the swing of her breathtakingly curved hips.

I followed her outside into the warm sunshine, and watched as she reached up to throw the bags into one of the huge bins. I stood, leaning against the wall in the shadows. She didn’t see me as she turned to go back inside.

I called out to her. “Come here.”

She stopped still and turned to me. She opened her mouth to speak, but then saw the stern expression on my face and thought better of it. Good, I thought; she hadn’t forgotten.

I noticed some nerves in her face as she walked slowly toward me. She halted about a foot away from me and looked questioningly into my eyes. “Kneel,” I said.

She hesitated before following my order, slowly dropping to her knees, continuing to look up at me. I felt the thrill of control rushing through my body, coupled with anticipation as I thought of what she was about to do.

I held my hands out to her. “Give me your hands,” I commanded. She placed them softly in mine. I could feel them shaking a little. I held them tightly, my fingers gripping her wrists. “You’re going to lick my pussy now. And you’re not to stop until I cum. Understand?”

She looked up at me, attempting to pull her hands away from mine. I raised an eyebrow. “You don’t need your hands.” I smiled at her, my heart pounding in my chest. She swallowed hard.

She leaned slowly forward, hesitating for a second before beginning to pull down the zip of my trousers with her teeth. I tried hard not to shiver with excitement. It became increasingly difficult as she pulled my trousers and then my panties down to my knees – still using her teeth.

I spread my legs wider, giving her perfect access to my silky smooth, and soaking wet pussy. I took a deep breath; I had waited a long time for this.

A few seconds passed. I didn’t push her or repeat my command – I knew she would do it.

And she did. Her tongue hesitatingly flickered between her trembling lips, reaching forward for that first taste. I could not help but moan as her tongue made that first nervous lick gently against my clit. I tightened my grip on her wrists, and leaned back further against the wall.

My reaction seemed to give her some confidence. She shuffled forward a little on her knees. Her tongue flicked more firmly against my clit. And it felt divine. I felt I could have stayed there forever. My moans spurred her on, my whispers of “yes, there... just a little more... oh yes...” letting her know exactly what I wanted. She seemed perfectly able to follow an instruction; responding to each moan immediately. Oh, I thought, she will make an absolutely phenomenal sub...

I could feel the pleasure building inside me. That tell-tale warmth was spreading from my pussy, through my body. Oh, I had waited for this; for her to make me cum.

“Don’t miss a drop of my juices.” I just about managed to get the words out before I came. I’m sure anyone who was nearby must have heard the pleasure-filled groan that escaped my lips as I drenched her tongue with my juices.

***

I could still feel a faint trace of pleasure deep in my pussy as I stood in the centre of his office, pulling my trousers and panties down around my knees in preparation for the spanking I knew I was about to receive.

“Bend over the desk.”

I complied.

“Place your hands behind your back.”

I did as he asked, and felt him secure a chain around my wrists, holding them tightly together. I tested the strength, trying to pull my wrists apart.

“Don’t strain too hard. You wouldn’t want to snap that chain. It’s the most expensive solid gold one we’ve got. If you break it you will repay the debt at a rate of one stroke per pound. So it would take an awful long time for your ass to pay for it. I’m sure you can work it out.”

I gulped. He was right. It would take a very long time. The mere thought of his palm impacting on my ass that many times...

“Now keep quiet. Or I’ll have to gag you again.”

I tried to relax my body and give in to him, but it was difficult. I knew how hard each stroke of his hand against my flesh would be.

CRACK.

I gasped, but otherwise managed to remain silent. Just like last time, he didn’t hold back. I bit my lip as he continued; determined not to make a sound.

My legs were shaking and my body leaned more heavily on the desk. Again and again he brought his hand down with a hard, hard slap on my ass. Tears were flowing down my cheeks now. My skin was burning.

After a while, he paused.

“Don’t think I can’t see how wet your cunt is, slut.”

I hadn’t even realised, but he was right. I could feel my juices trickling down my thighs.

“I think you’re enjoying yourself too much.”

“No!” I tried to stand. He reacted immediately; gripping the back of my neck in his hand and pushing me back down. He held me firmly, pressing me down hard. More tears fell from my eyes, pooling on the desk. With his free hand he recommenced my spanking; quicker now. I wished he would stop. I really wasn’t enjoying myself. It really hurt now.

He stopped.

Pulling hard on my hair, he forced me to stand, moving round in front of me to sit on the desk. He pushed me down onto my knees.

“You know what to do, slut.”

I cringed. How ironic: poetic almost. That he would force me to do what I had made her do just an hour earlier.

I leaned forward and took the zip of his trousers between my teeth, pulling it down and freeing his cock. I quickly took him into my mouth, taking him as deep into my throat as I thought I could. Not enough though, and he forced my head down further.

But he wanted me to do this myself, and he loosened his hold on my head. I tried hard to keep him deeply embedded in my throat for as long as possible, then pulled back. I took a deep breath, before lowering my head once more. It was hard, and my body naturally didn’t want him there, but I forced myself to comply with his wishes. I needed to please him, and stop him from being angry with me. No, it was more than that: I wanted to please him.

I continued sucking his cock, fighting against my instincts to take him all the way.

I listened to his breathing becoming faster and more ragged. I loved to hear how much I was pleasing him. He was so thick and hard in my mouth. I could hardly wait to feel his hot seed gliding down my throat.

And I didn’t have long to wait. He wound his fingers in my hair, gripping me tightly, holding my head still; his thick shaft filling my mouth completely. A deep groan filled the room as he came straight down my throat.

Then he let go of me.

He quickly reached around and unclasped the chain around my wrists.

“Get back to work, slut.”

***

“Was that it?”

I could barely hear her, her words were so quiet. I looked over at her, stood in the doorway, her finger on the light switch. She looked puzzled. Was I imagining the vague hint of expectation that appeared also to be in her eyes?

I could tell it had taken a lot of courage for her to ask me that, so I decided not to make her repeat her question.

“You hadn’t tasted a woman before, had you?”

She shook her head.

“I made you do something you were frightened of doing, didn’t I?”

She nodded.

“And you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

She nodded again, a hint of a smile on her lips. I looked at her. Now the shop was quiet and empty, almost dark, she looked extraordinarily beautiful. I could hear myself breathing a little harder as I watched her face, trying to read her thoughts. I wondered if she could hear it too.

She broke the silence first.

“He spanked you again, didn’t he?”

It was my turn to nod. I wondered where her thoughts were leading us. That image of her draped over my lap filled my mind yet again.

“What happened was partly my fault. But you won’t let me feel it.”

I thought my heart would burst from my chest it was beating so fast. She couldn’t possibly want me to...

“I think I’d feel better if...”

“Move that stool into the middle of the room.”

She followed my command immediately. I dropped my bag onto the floor and took off my jacket. Walking to the centre of the room, where she had placed the stool, I sat on it.

“Take off your jacket.”

I loved the way her blouse clung to her. Could she feel the intensity of my gaze?

“Pull your trousers down to your knees.”

Her cheeks flushed a bit, but she hardly hesitated for a second before doing as I instructed.

“Come here. Bend over my lap.”

I could feel a nervous shiver in her body as she leaned over. I reassured her, stroking her hair with my right hand, caressing the soft fabric of her panties with my left. I knew I could not hurt her, but I knew she needed me to do this, just as much as I needed to do it. I wanted her to feel the warmth, the glow, the pleasure...

“Just raise your hips a little.”

I pulled her panties down to join her trousers.

I drew soft circles on her ass cheeks with the palm of my hand, relaxing her.

Then I drew my hand back, and quickly brought it down onto her skin; quite gently first. I heard her gasp. I continued to stroke her hair, keeping her calm, reminding her to trust me.

A fraction harder the second time, the sound of the impact of flesh on flesh was wonderful. I listened to her breathing; deep, slow breaths.

Again; just a little harder. Her skin was beginning to turn a little pink. It was a lovely sight. She wiggled her ass a bit, just slightly adjusting her position on my lap. I caught her by surprise with a harder spank; “Keep still.”

She stopped moving and tried to hold her body still. I quickly applied a couple more strokes to her ass, still not too hard. I wanted her to remember the pleasure of this experience. Maybe another time I would be harder on her, but not today.

One more, and then another.

I stopped: leaving her wanting a little more.

“Good girl,” I said, softly stroking her hair, “I’m going to make you cum now.”

I heard the tiniest moan deep in her throat, and I couldn’t help but smile as I reached my hand between her legs and felt how wet she already was. I sunk a couple of fingers inside her and fucked her; not hard but not too slowly either. I let another finger drift down and brush against her clit. She moaned again.

I kept stroking her clit, with the same rhythm as I stroked her hair with my other hand, and the same rhythm as my fingers fucked her, slipping inside her. I’d never felt her so wet before.

I could feel a growing wetness between my own thighs too. Having her draped over my lap, with my fingers swimming in her juices: it was almost too much. And she kept moaning with pleasure. I loved that she was giving in to me more easily now.

I could almost feel the rush of pleasure washing over her. Her cunt clamped down on my fingers, holding them tightly. I listened to her as she came. Such a beautiful sound: a long, breathless ‘oh’.

Her body relaxed, hanging limp over my thighs. She was breathing fast. I let her calm, before helping her to stand and straighten her clothes.

I held her hands in mine and looked into her eyes. We didn’t speak, but we both knew: this would be our secret.

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips; hard, passionate, but brief. And then I headed for the door.

“See you tomorrow.”

Sir keeps his promise

I stood in the corner of the classroom. My patience was fading. I had no idea how long I had been standing there; I only knew it was a long time. I waited to hear his voice.

I heard him move. I knew better than to turn and look at him; I’d already learned that it would make my situation a whole lot worse.

“Turn around. Come and stand in front of me.” I turned to see he was now sat on his desk, arms folded, looking vaguely interested in my presence. I stood in front of him and looked into his eyes; a hint of defiance visible if he looked closely in mine. I’d come this far. There was no way I was going to give in to him now.

“Strip, and place your clothes neatly on my desk.” I gulped; he’d never asked this of me previously. I had never been entirely naked in his presence. I hesitated for just a second too long...

SLAP!

I struggled to remain standing as his palm made a shocking, stinging contact with my cheek. Tears welled up in my eyes.

“I told you to strip.”

I quickly straightened and began to undo the buttons on my blouse. I removed my uniform quickly, folding each item neatly and placing it on his desk, next to where he was sitting. I stood in front of him again; this time completely naked.

“Bend over the desk.” He pointed at the desk behind me. Turning from him I followed his order quickly. I remained perfectly still as I awaited his next move. I heard him take something from a drawer in his desk. He walked around to stand in front of me. I fought my curiosity and kept my eyes glued to the floor.

I felt him tug on my left wrist, pulling on my arm. Stretching my arm, pulling until it hurt and my feet were barely touching the floor, he secured a thick, leather cuff around my wrist and attached it to the table leg. He repeated the process with my right wrist. He took his time to do this; never rushing. My arms soon began to ache.

Happy with the restraints on my wrists he went back to his desk and took something else from the drawer. He stood behind me now and secured further cuffs around my ankles, ensuring they were attached securely to the table, spreading my legs wide, exposing me to his gaze.

Then, a third time he returned to his desk. While he wasn’t looking I tested my bonds. I could not move. Not even an inch. My body was pulled tight and the cuffs were chained too close to the desk to allow even the tiniest of movements.

My heart beat faster as I realised that I was completely trapped and at his mercy. I remembered the look I had seen in his eyes. Fear shot through me.

I realised he had moved back in front of me again. As if reading my thoughts he grasped my chin between his thumb and forefinger and raised my head so I had to look at him. He looked deep into my eyes. As usual they betrayed no emotion, remaining blank. He spoke in a terrifying whisper: “I made you a promise. I intend to keep it.”

He brought his fingers to my cheek. It was still burning from his earlier slap and I flinched involuntarily. He dragged his fingers across my skin, and then I felt them followed by something very long and thin. I looked down and saw what it was; a whip.

Knowing from the sharp intake of breath that I had seen it, he stood up and walked around to stand behind me. I shut my eyes and tried to breathe deeply. I waited for him to tell me how many strikes I would have to endure. He remained silent.

As I waited, I realised that he had planned this well. He had clearly come to the conclusion that in order to get his wish; in order to break my resolve, he would need to remove all the control that I had over what was happening. He restrained me so I did not feel that I was allowing him to continue by voluntarily remaining in my position. He did not give me a number to count so that I did not know when the beating would end. Without counting, I would also have nothing to distract my mind. The pain in my stretched arms was additional torment. I knew now that he really would break me before I left the room today...

SWISH!

I heard the whip whistling through the air before it made contact with my naked flesh. Right in the centre of my ass I felt the narrow strip of leather tear into my skin. I felt the impact reverberate through my immobile body. I had no time to think or to even really feel the stinging pain before he landed another blow. And then another one mere seconds later. There was no rhythm, no careful selection of placing or measuring each strike. One after another he simply rained down more and more blows across my ass, my thighs and my back. The pain was overwhelming and confusing and I could no longer make sense of it. I had no idea where the next blow would land or how hard it would be.

Tears flowed constantly down my cheeks. I swallowed my own blood as I still desperately tried to hold in my cries of pain. I knew that it was no use. I knew he would keep going until he got his prize, but I still could not let myself give it to him. Despite the agonising pain I would not give it willingly; he would have to force it from me.

The whip sometimes caught my arms, my neck, and the inside of my thighs. He was not really aiming. He simply drew his arm back and let it go, again and again. He seemed to be losing control; driven mad by his need to hurt me. My resolve was frustrating him...

He stopped.

I took the opportunity to try and catch my breath. His breath too was hard and fast.

I heard him put the whip down on his desk. He quickly unchained my ankles and wrists from the table. My body was limp in his arms as he flipped it over and laid me back on the desk. I gasped as I felt my tortured flesh pressed against the wood. I silently allowed him to reattach the cuffs to the desk. My back and ass were on fire. He ensured I was attached tightly to the desk, again stretched painfully. This time it meant that my back was arched uncomfortably, making the hard wood press agonisingly into my ass and shoulders.

My mind was foggy, but I knew he was not finished with me. My new position told me that he was not even half done. I realised that it exposed my tits and pussy in a way he would not be able to resist. I sobbed as silently as I could manage.

SWISH!

I groaned as I felt the whip hit my stomach, partly from the pain and partly from the knowledge that he was almost there. How much longer could I seriously expect to hold out?

He concentrated on my stomach at first, occasionally giving my thighs the odd swat. I felt again that uncomfortable feeling that he could read my mind. He was well aware that I knew what he intended, and he was making me wait, not knowing when he might finally focus his attack on those most delicate, and most exposed parts of my body.

I was so close to giving in. Some of his blows drew groans from my throat as I could no longer bite my lip. I almost choked on my own blood and spit. My face was awash with my tears. My skin glowed with perspiration, and it was criss-crossed with bright red lines. I grew certain that we both knew when I would finally crack...

SWISH!

A louder groan now as he brought the whip down, skilfully striking both nipples at once. For a few minutes now he focussed his attention, hitting first one then the other, decorating my breasts with the telltale red lines. Every blow now was received with a groan of pain. It further confirmed to both of us that he was breathtakingly close to his goal.

His skill showed again as he edged closer to the moment that I was surprised to realise we both longed for. He brought the whip down against the soft skin on the inside of my thighs, first the left, then the right. As he neared my pussy I noticed for the first time that my juices were flowing from my cunt, running off the desk and onto the floor. One glistening pussy lip, then the other, received the merciless strokes of his whip. Still I felt my juices pouring from me. Through the pain, now practically unbearable, I felt warmth deep inside me. Another blow to each pussy lip proved the accuracy of his aim.

SWISH!

I screamed.

His devastating aim shot agony through my body as his whip finally licked at my clit.

The wave of burning, stinging pain was followed quickly by an explosion of pleasure deep within me. My scream; long and loud, transformed from one of agony to one of pleasure. My orgasm tore through the depths of my entire body.

SWISH!

Again he caught my clit. The pain and pleasure mingled confusedly. I could not think; I could only lie there and let the sensations wash over my helpless body. Every inch of me burned from the attentions of his cruel whip.

Then suddenly I felt something different. I moaned again as I felt his hot tongue licking my soft, wet and delicate flesh. He lapped at my tortured pussy. Every move communicated mind-blowing passion, and yet it was gentle against my red and swollen skin. It felt incredible and yet it calmed me; restoring rhythm to my breathing and allowing me to relax slightly.

He continued to soothe my body as he unchained my wrists and ankles. He helped me to stand and held me close to him, careful to be gentle and not to hurt my sensitive, burning skin. I felt his hands in my hair as he raised my head. He looked into my eyes as he had so many times before. But there was emotion there this time. I thought I could see tears in his eyes: there was certainly joy and pride in them. He kissed me hard.

I knew this would not be the last time I would return to his classroom to discover the blurry line between exquisite pain and exquisite pleasure.

His Cabin (Part One)

His fingertips caressed the smooth skin of my thigh, snaking upwards until they reached the soft, creamy lace of my underwear. I looked over at him. His dark, chocolaty eyes left the road for a minute to meet mine. He smiled at me. That beautiful smile he has, that makes his eyes sparkle. I felt desire coursing through my body. Anticipation flooded me as I thought about what was to come.

We were driving out to his cabin in the forest; a secluded place where we would be alone for the whole weekend. I knew he had planned out the weekend in every detail. He had instructed me to bring only the essential items; toothbrush and other toiletries. I would not need to bring anything else. He would provide all my clothes. My heart raced at the thought of what was to come. What would he have for me to wear?

I was roused from my reverie by his voice. That deep, sexy voice he has, the trace of his hometown in his accent. “We’re almost there sweetheart.” I looked around me. There were trees all around; tall, naked oaks lined the roadside. The sun shone down, lighting everything brightly, shimmering off the frost on the trees. It was beautiful; perfect.

We turned off the track and I glimpsed the cabin in front of me through the trees. I felt sure he would be able to hear my heartbeat, fast and strong. As he stopped the car in front of the cabin I thought I would explode with the anticipation.

Getting out of the car I looked around. We really were secluded here. All I could see was trees. I turned to view the cabin. It was single storey, built of dark wood. Smoke rose from the chimney. He had asked his landlady to prepare the cabin for us, building a fire in the living room so that it would be warm and comfortable on our arrival. The rising smoke seemed to beckon me inside and I realised I was shivering; with cold or excitement or a mixture of both. I could not tell which.

I stepped forward. He was holding the door open for me. I moved past him into the cabin. The fire was burning brightly to my left. In front of it were a huge, cream shag pile carpet and a squishy chocolate leather sofa. All around the room stood countless candles. Large ones and small ones, they all burned softly, casting their flickering light around the room. I gasped. I had never seen anything so beautiful and inviting in my life. A soft, almost imperceptible moan escaped my lips as he wound his strong arms around my waist, drawing me close to him. His lips brushed against my ear. I leaned my head on his shoulder, allowing him to kiss my neck, nibbling softly on my delicate skin.

He whispered as he kissed me. “It’s all for you sweetheart. This whole weekend; every single second is for you. I’m going to give you everything you love, every single thing you crave and every single thing you desire.” I shivered again, this time with pure pleasure. I relaxed into his body, my mind full of images, imagining all the things he had planned...

Another date with Sir

"Bend over the desk."

I quickly complied. There was a nervous knot in my stomach, but also a thrill of excitement working its way through my body.

"Don't move. I shall be with you shortly." He remained at his desk. I stayed still, my hands out flat in front of me, breathing deeply, trying hard to contain the excitement that was building inside. I wondered what he had planned for today. He'd simply told me to report to him after class.

I waited. An eternity passed. I grew frustrated as I longed for his touch. I wondered if he would spank me again. Despite the pain it caused, I wanted to feel his hand on me.

"Last week's punishment seemed to have little effect, so I thought I'd better reinforce the message." His voice brought my wandering mind back to reality. He walked over to me as he spoke. He pulled my skirt up around my waist and removed my underwear exactly as he had the week before. Then he moved away again. I could feel the cool air on my newly exposed flesh.

SWISH!

I automatically turned around and looked for what had made the sound. As soon as I'd done it I knew I'd made a big mistake. For two reasons; firstly because the look in his eyes informed me that I'd now made things a whole lot worse for myself by moving from the position he had required. Secondly because I saw that he held a long, thin cane in his hand.
I froze and my blood ran cold as I slowly realised; he was going to hit me with that cane.

I returned to my position as quickly as I could, cursing myself for being so stupid. "For not following orders your punishment has been doubled. You were to receive 'six of the best', as they say. You will count your twelve strokes." His apparent complete disinterest made everything he said seem twice as horrible. He spoke in such a businesslike way.

He took a couple more practice swings at mid air. Then he stood behind me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

SWISH!

I heard it coming, then felt it impact. "One," I got the word out quite steadily. Luckily I managed it before the burning hit me and spread across my body, bringing tears to my eyes.

SWISH!

"Two;" just below the first mark the cane tore into my skin again and again there was a slight pause before the pain hit me. A tear broke free from my eye and rolled slowly down my cheek. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk tightly, turning my knuckles white. My legs were weak.
On the third stroke I had to stifle a cry; I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much he was hurting me. I knew that was what he wanted; to hear me scream.

Each time he struck me he moved his target slightly lower, barely a millimetre beneath the mark of the strike before. He gradually worked his way down my ass in this way, reaching the tops of my thighs. I knew he did this to maximise the area of pain, slowly enlarging it; he was slowly increasing the burning pain I was feeling and slowly decreasing my ability to hold in my cries.

By the time he reached ten I'd bitten my tongue and my bottom lip as hard as I could and I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. Tears were flowing down my cheeks. Counting was becoming almost impossible as my voice wavered and cracked. It took all my concentration and will power to keep it strong enough. I hated myself for allowing the pain to come through in every word I spoke. And yet, once again, I could feel a growing dampness between my thighs. I hated myself even more for being unable to hide the fact that I was aroused by his punishment.

SWISH!

"Eleven." I heard my voice breaking as I spoke.

SWISH!

"Twelve." With this last word I finally let out one small groan. I relaxed my grip on the table and fell onto it; my shaking legs could no longer hold my weight. I was exhausted. Bringing my trembling hands up to my face I tried to wipe away the traces of my tears on my cheeks.

He stepped back from me. I waited for him to say something, but instead I felt him bring his hand to my body, nudging my thighs apart and running his fingers across my pussy. I helplessly let a tiny moan escape my lips as I felt him sink his hand into my dripping cunt. But as quickly as his fingers had touched me they were gone. He ordered me to stand up and turn to face him. I did so, forcing my legs to allow me to stand, and resting my hands on the table behind me for support. He still had the cane in his left hand. He moved up his right hand to my mouth, holding it just in front of my face, compelling me to breathe in my own scent.

"You've made my hand wet." There was still no expression of feeling in his words as he pushed his hand closer to my mouth, pressing his soaking fingers inside, stretching my lips around them and forcing me to clean my juices from them. I felt a wave of humiliation washing over me as I stood there with his hand invading my mouth.
Then, removing his fingers, he looked deep into my eyes, running the forefinger of his right hand down my cheek, clearly following the track of a tear from my eye. What I read in his eyes scared me. He didn't need to speak to reiterate his earlier threat: he would make me scream, no matter what it took. I shivered. Fear and excitement fought for domination of my feelings. I realised that by remaining strong and withholding from him the satisfaction of hearing my pained screams I was only pushing him to increase my torture. Something would have to give in the end...

A lazy Sunday morning

Shafts of sunlight lay across the bed. I looked at him, fast asleep next to me. The duvet, screwed up, showed glimpses of his naked flesh. The sight caused a slight shiver to move through my stomach to my pussy. I leaned over him to lightly kiss his smooth chest. He stirred a little. I watched him. God he looked so beautiful sleeping. I brushed his hair away from his eyes, bringing my lips to his. An almost imperceptible moan told me he was half waking. I smiled, then kissed him again, moving slowly down from his lips to his neck, his chest, his stomach. Light kisses on his thighs.

He moaned softly, still only semi-conscious, murmuring my name ever so softly. I brought my lips to his cock, gently tracing my tongue down his now stiffening shaft. I circled his balls with just the tip of my tongue. Planted feather light kisses on his delicate skin. I kissed every inch of him. I could spend my life doing this. I adjusted my position slightly on the bed, kneeling beside him, bringing my mouth down to him, welcoming him inside, swirling my tongue across the tip of his cock, enjoying the sweet taste of the single drop of pre-cum, lowering my head further to take him deeper into my mouth; holding him there.

He lazily reached up a hand to stroke the soft skin of my lower back. A shiver ran all the way down my spine. I slowly brought my head back up, sucking as gently as I could, my movement accompanied by a long, low groan pulled from his throat. As he trailed his fingers down my ass and thigh I moved my mouth back down around him. And out again with another long, gentle suck. This time, as I lowered my head again he took a light grip on my hips, pulling me across the bed slightly, and moving one leg across to the other side of his body. Understanding his intention I adjusted my position again, allowing him to softly kiss my clit.

I continued to slowly suck his cock, almost silently whispering his name as he lapped at my pussy, kissing and licking with a lazy ease that perfectly matched my own movements. I rocked my hips with his rhythm, moaning as he fucked me with his tongue, drifting my own tongue along the length of his cock, sucking him gently as he took my clit between his lips.

I felt his fingers searching for mine, finding them, tangling our fingers together, both of us breathing harder, maintaining our gentle rhythm. I tried to concentrate on his pleasure; but I could feel my own orgasm building. Our hands gripped each other more tightly. Still moving slowly up and down I sucked a little harder. His tongue flicked against my clit more firmly.

Amazingly we both came at exactly the same moment, waves of pleasure overwhelming my body, drenching his tongue with my cum; his cock exploding in my mouth, drenching my tongue with his.

I fell back onto the bed beside him, still holding his right hand in mine, the sunlight dappled on our hot bodies.

Walking Home

It's late and totally dark. I'm holding onto your arm as we walk home. I've had that nice amount to drink; a little fuzzy but I still know what I'm doing. We're laughing, talking about God knows what. Half way home and we get to the little short cut through the woods. You grab my hand and pull me down the path. We don't usually use the short cut at this time of night, but it's ok, I'm safe with you.

We walk quickly; you've still got tight hold of my hand. I have to jog to keep up with your long strides. Then you push me off the path towards a bench. One hand still grips mine, the other grabs my hair at the back of my neck. Reaching the bench you keep pushing, scraping my knees against the rough wood. The force of your hand on my neck bends my body forwards. I haven't screamed. I'm barely remembering to breathe.

You lean over me, whisper in my ear; "Stay there bitch". Even if you didn't say it I don't think I'd be able to move right now. I stay frozen as you take my scarf from round my neck. You pull it in front of me and tie it around my wrists, binding them to the bench. "Kneel on the bench". I do as you order. I'm scared of you right now; dripping wet, but scared.

It’s only now I realise that you've planned this. You pull two lengths of cord from your jacket pocket. Each wraps tightly around one ankle and the bench; I can't move. You complete your preparations: pushing up my skirt around my waist, ripping off my underwear, shoving it in my mouth to gag me. I try to catch your eye but you're not even looking at me. You move behind me, I can't even see you now. I close my eyes, try to breathe deeply. However turned on I am being under your total control, bound and gagged, unable to stop you from doing whatever you like, knowing more than anyone else the danger of your mind, my mind is thinking only of the outside dangers; being seen, being caught. The way you've tied me I'm completely exposed to anyone who might pass by, half naked, my legs spread. I've never felt so vulnerable; and yet I've never felt so hot in my life.

I shudder as you softly bring your fingers to my pussy. You laugh as they sink easily inside me. I know what you're thinking: what will it take? How far can you push me before I break?

As quickly as they entered, you remove your fingers. I'm almost disappointed. Seconds later however you plunge your cock mercilessly into me. I moan into my gag. You continue relentlessly. One hand grips tightly onto my hip, driving you further, deeper inside me, the other wraps around a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. Every inch of my body screams in protest at my position except deep in my cunt, where every thrust you make shoots pleasure through me.

I'm practically fainting with pleasure by the time you cum. You pull back from me, slapping my ass hard. You walk a few yards off. Your cum drips slowly down my thighs.

A few minutes pass and I can feel you watching me. Surely you're going to let me go now, before someone does happen to use this path. I know the thought thrills me but I really don't know what I'd do if someone saw me like this.

You come over to me and begin to untie my ankles. You stop suddenly. I freeze too. I hear laughing, shouting and footsteps coming nearer. They can't see us yet but any second now they will.

They stand in shocked silence. You step back from me. I can't see them but they can certainly see me. Humiliation washes over me.

Then the laughter and the shouted crude comments begin. They're drunk. There must be about five of them.

"Alright guys? Fancy a bit?" My whole body tenses. That's your voice. No way. I know you know it’s my fantasy but no, you wouldn't, not really.

Yes.

They're a little hesitant at first, even in their drunken state. But you encourage them. The way you talk about me is horrible. You persuade them easily. Then you move away, get a good vantage point. Get comfortable to watch me suffer. Intrigued to know what they will do to me.

In spite of my objections to this sudden turn of events I'm intrigued too. Scared of what a stranger could do to me in such a vulnerable position, but wondering, wanting to know. I can hear them behind me, trying to make each other go first. They’re telling each what to do. It's almost frustrating waiting for them. Then one loses patience, "Fuck it, I'll show you how it’s done you fucking pussies". I breathe hard. He slaps my ass hard. "Alright bitch". He grabs my hips and thrusts his cock inside me. It’s easy. Now I know why he's the big mouthed leader of the group; making up for what he lacks. He fucks me hard, clearly enjoying himself. Occasionally he slaps my ass. Soon enough he's done.

But before he's even moved away one of his friends has moved in front of me. "Nah mate, too easy, you got her like this you need to make the most of it". He grabs my hair and my head, forcing my mouth down on his cock. I gag. I'm not used to taking so much. This only pleases him though. "Suck it hard now, you love it you fucking slut". He fucks my mouth, driving his cock down my throat. I'm struggling to breathe, gagging every time he reaches deep.

Soon I can't even think about it though. I'm feeling light-headed from the lack of air. And another of them has decided to fuck me now. He has a bigger cock and I'm not expecting him so it isn't so easy now. My body is aching from being tied like this for so long, I feel like my jaw is going to break. I don't know how much longer I can take it, but he comes then, filling my mouth. At the same time his friend comes too. As they withdraw I relax slightly, look over at you. I’m pleading with you. I don't know how much more I'll be able to take. This isn't fair. You smile slightly.

My eyes close and my body jolts. There are new hands on my body again; a new cock pushing into my tired cunt. He's big this guy. He forces my body to stretch around him. It hurts this time. But he doesn't mind that. If he even realises. He pounds into me regardless. Tears start to roll down my cheeks. I can hear his groans of enjoyment, and yet all I can feel is him tearing my delicate flesh. My mind floats away and the laughing voices fade into the background. It won't be much longer.

I'm right. It's not long before he moves away satisfied. Just one more I tell myself. Then please God they'll go and you'll free me. There’s just one more. I let myself float, hoping it will numb the pain, willing time to go faster.

The last guy isn't going to let me off so easy though. "Guys, you've totally missed the point. What a fucking opportunity!" With that he forces himself deep into my ass in one quick thrust. My scream is audible even through my gag. I've never felt anything like it. It feels like he's completely ripped me apart. He's happy though. "Oh God that ass is tight. Fuck yeah." The tears are streaming down my face now. My body lies limply over the bench. I'm completely finished. All I can think of is the pain of this big, strange cock deep in my ass. He thrusts without mercy, no thought for me at all. At least the new experience makes him cum quickly.

And when he does, you come over. "That's your lot guys." They leave, laughing, talking loudly. You untie me, pull me off the bench, and take my gag from me. It's time to go home.

Making Up Is Hard To Do

We had a stupid argument and then I had a random fuck with a random guy. God, I love him. How can he make me feel this way; so completely overwhelmed by my love for him: by the guilt and the fear that I might lose him?

I hold him tight. As I pull back to look in his eyes there are already tears in mine. I open my mouth to speak but he holds a shaking finger to my lips. “I love you baby. God I love you. It fucking terrifies me. I didn’t mean to do it. I was drunk. She was...”

“Me too,” I whisper. Our eyes hold each other in the silence. My heart beats fast. He wraps his arms around me, pulls me close and holds me tight, like he never wants to let go. I bury my head in his neck and hold on to him.

Pushing my shoulders back he brushes my hair off my face and looks into my eyes. There’s a softness there I’ve never seen before, but behind it something else burns. His palms on my glistening cheeks, wet with my tears, he moves closer and kisses me. His first touch is soft, our lips barely meeting. The second is slightly more firm. The third lets his tongue flick gently against mine. His hands move to the back of my head, tangle in my hair, pulling me to him. His kiss is hard. Overflowing with the passion I’d seen burning in his eyes. He crushes his lips to mine, melding us together, his tongue searching my mouth, snake-like wrapping around mine.

We kissed like this for some time. The knot of fear in my stomach gradually unwound and was replaced by the intoxicating wave of desire only he could arouse in me. His hands pulled at my clothes, mine at his. I found myself lying back on the sofa, his body pressing down on top of me, his cock hardening between us. His mouth had moved to my neck now, licking and sucking and biting my flesh; marking me. There was no need; I already knew I was his.

I pushed him back and he fell to the floor, pulling me down on top of him. I leant over him and kissed his neck, moving down to flick my tongue against his nipples, sucking them hard. All the time I rocked my hips, massaging his cock with my soaking pussy. I continued my path downwards, kissing every inch of his skin. Reaching his cock I took him gently in my hands. I brought my lips softly to the delicate skin at his head. Adjusting my position I licked, hardly touching, from base to tip. A soft groan of appreciation escaped his lips. The sound sent a shiver down my spine as I opened my mouth to him. Slowly I took his entire length in my throat, deeper than I’d ever dared before. I held him there for a moment, marvelling at the perfect fit. Then I drew my lips back, my tongue tracing the line back to the tip. I slowly worked him in and out, each time drawing him deep. My fingers stroked his balls, gently massaging him. I had never felt more desperate to please.

I continued with long strokes, gradually building pace. He felt almost unbelievably hard in my mouth and my hands. I longed to taste his cum on my tongue, and he didn’t disappoint me. One long last suck pulled a low groan from him as he filled my mouth. I licked him clean, kissed every inch of his cock, and swallowed every drop of his delicious cum. I slithered up his body to kiss him. As his lips met mine once more he murmured into my mouth. “God I need to hear you come.” I moaned my agreement. He pressed his fingers into my hips, pulling me up his body. I reached out to grasp the chair in front of me as he positioned my hips above his head, shooting his tongue out to flick it against my clit. A long teasing lick from ass to clit, drawing a soft moan from me. He slipped his tongue seductively inside me, kept it hard to fuck me with it. My fingers gripped the fabric of the chair, my head sinking down onto it, breathing hard. He slightly altered the tilt of my hips, brought his tongue to my clit again. It was hard and eager for his touch as he slipped it into his mouth, sucked hard, tantalisingly allowing his teeth to brush against my most sensitive spot. More moans forced their way from my lips and I pushed my hips down further to meet his mouth.

He built up a rhythm, flicking his tongue. My hips rocked gently. I could feel my orgasm nearing. So quickly he got me there, his skills breathtaking. His tongue was fast, relentlessly constructing the explosion of pleasure that tore through my body. I threw my head back, a rough scream echoing around the room, my lips struggling to form his name as I yelled it.

Not allowing me a moments rest he pushed back my hips, adjusted his own position, lay on top of me, pushing his lips down on mine, kissing me passionately. Switching his attention to my neck, he kissed hard. In one swift stroke he slid himself inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him even closer, even deeper. He moved expertly, rhythmically, fast, hard. My voice grew hoarse from the moans he so constantly forced. His ruthless thrusts had me quickly screaming again, more pleasure pulsing through my entire body.

Exhausted as I was from the intensity of my pleasure I could not help but push him back, pulling myself on top of him. His cock slipped easily into my drenched cunt. I straightened my back, throwing my head back, gripping my hair with my hands as I rode him. I kept up a relentless pace, torturing my body, pushing myself far beyond the limits of my endurance. But I could not, would not stop. Continuously thrusting my hips, I kept driving his cock deep into me. My mind floated away into a world where there was only him. I could only hear his groans and hard breaths even above my own. He was holding back. Although my eyes were closed I could feel him watching me intensely, following the path of the beads of sweat coursing down my glistening body, sensing the pain in my body, knowing I needed to do this.

He let me continue until my hands dropped to the floor, my body collapsing onto his chest. Then he allowed my body to sink to the floor beside him, looking down at me, taking his place between my legs, soaking with sweat and my pleasure. He sank inside me, a couple of hard thrusts before finally allowing himself the sweet release of filling me with his cum. And then we lay still on the floor, holding each other tight, our sweat and our cum mingling between our hot bodies. I gulped air into my lungs, my mind far away and fuzzy, but knowing with absolute certainty that this was where I belonged.