The Awakening of AMULYA—3



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After 5 minutes. Pallavi and Reema came inside the room.

Tanya : Where is Rahul?
Reema : Too eager to get fucked by him again.? He is busy fucking Shanoy with her bf. Besides, from tonight onwards you will like getting fucked by us.
Pallavi : You have always refused to my advances towards you. I had told you so many times that i have had a crush on you since long Tanya. Now finally, i will get to make love to you.

Pallavi pushed Tanya on the bed and climbed her. She started smooching her while grinding her pussy over her thighs. Both of them were busy pressing each other’s boobs and kissing each other. Reema, on the other hand grabbed hold of a vibrator and started licking it. Once it was well lubricated, she pushed the vibrator inside Tanya’s cunt and switched it on. She instantly let out a loud moan and scratched Pallavi’s boobs.

Reema sat on Tanya’s face to stop her from moaning while Pallavi kept on grinding at Tanya’s thigh, rubbing all her juices over there. Now Pallavi was kissing Reema while pressing her boobs.
Tanya could not handle all the sensations and she came very quickly but she kept on licking Reema’s cunt. She did find her juices tasty and she remembered this was the reason she liked licking her the first time as well. It was her ego that wasn’t letting her be open about it.

Reema and Pallavi also came quickly and all three of them collapsed on the bed.

Outside, Shanoy was having her share of fun. She was getting fucked by Rahul and Karan, both at the same time. Rahul was lying down on the pool chair with his dick inside Shanoy’s pussy while Karan was fucking her asshole from behind. Though it was her first time being double penetrated by real dicks, but she was handling it like an expert. Juices from her cunt were continuously flowing and she had lost the number of times she had cum.

This went on for more than half an hour till both the guys came in her mouth. All three of them moved into the house looking for other girls.

Inside the room, something similar was happening. Tanya was being fucked by Reema and Pallavi together. She had been blindfolded and she was moaning and screaming. Reema was fucking her cunt while Pallavi was tearing apart her ass. Both the girls were also nibbling and biting on her body and leaving marks all over Tanya’s body. Rahul could not believe his eyes. Reema was fucking Tanya with so much aggression. She was abusing her, slapping her and brutally fucking her with the strapon. Pallavi and Reema stopped only after they felt exhausted from all the multiple orgasms they had. Reema pushed Tanya away to a side and then Rahul was able to see her dildo covered with so much juices that it had made a wet spot on the bed.

Tanya : (still blindfolded) Reema, i love you. I would always be your bitch from now on.
Reema : I told you so.
Tanya : Can i ask one last thing from you.
Reema : Sure tell me.
Tanya : I want to fuck Rahul like you fuck him. With a nice and long strapon.
Reema : Go ahead darling. Pick up your weapon of choice.

Tanya removed her blindfold and selected a 8 inch long red coloured strapon from the drawer. She turned to go towards the pool when she saw Rahul standing there with Shanoy and Karan.

Tanya : Rahul, get ready for some action baby.
Reema : Rahul, get your sweet ass over here right now.

Rahul climbed the bed and lay over Reema. She grabbed his head and started smooching him. She was snatching his hair and scratching his back while both of them dug into each others mouths.
Reema : Tanya, he is wide open for you, get to work.
Tanya took the lubrication tube and spread it across her dildo that was sticking out of her body. She dripped the gel over Rahul’s ass and massaged it thoroughly with her finger. Positioning her dick right at his entrance, she gave one hard push and about half of the dildo got stuffed into his ass. Rahul let out a groan and Reema immediately pulled hard on his hair.

Tanya : Fuck, he is still so tight. I thought Reema would have loosened you up really well.
Reema : That is his speciality. He remains always tight.
Tanya : This is so awesome. I feel like a sexual maniac.

Tanya started pounding his ass hard with long strokes. Reema didn’t loose out on the chance and immediately grabbed his dick and pushed it inside her cunt. She could feel that he was much harder because of his prostate being stimulated.
Rahul : Oh yesss… Fuck it feels awesome. Ahhh ahhh ahh yessss..
Tanya : Oh so he moans also like a bitch. Take it.
Reema : Ah yess.. I am a bitch making machine. Both of you are my bitches. Fuck harder. Oh god.

The atmosphere inside the room was getting so hot now. Pallavi was fucking Karan while he was fucking Shanoy. Everyone was moaning or screaming.

Throughout the night, all of them kept on fucking each other. all the girls took turns fucking the guys.

Since that day, all six of them had turned into a friendly group. A group of sex maniacs. There were random sex parties at someone’s house all the time. They would go on trips together where such fun continued inside the hotel rooms as well.

One day, after Reema and Rahul were just done with a steamy session,

Rahul : I think we should marry.
Reema : What the fuck.! Where did that come from.
Rahul : You know, i have been thinking about this for quite sometime, and i think i will not be able to find a better partner than you.
Reema : Oh i bet you will not.
Rahul : Exactly. So why shouldn’t we marry and enjoy the freedom of a married life. In fact we could also move to a new city perhaps, or shift to a new house after marriage.
Reema : So are you proposing to me,?
Rahul : Yes, Reema, with all my senses, i want to ask you, will you marry me?
Reema : Of course you idiot. Where will i find a fine ass like yours.

Both of them discussed this matter with their respective parents. While Rahul’s parent were cool enough to accept his choice. Reema had to face some problems.

Her mother had some problem with her marrying Rahul. She did not reveal it to her, but she strongly resented this. Though she knew very well about Rahul. And she knew he was a decent guy. But still she was against this. Her father decided that they will go and meet Rahul’s family first.

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The Awakening of AMULYA—2



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Reema, had a different idea in her mind. She hugged Pallavi.
Pallavi : What happened babes? i know something is disturbing you.
Reema : I am feeling jealous of that bitch Tanya. When Rahul was fucking her. I got so jealous that i wanted to slap that slut. More than her enjoying it, it was Rahul’s words that made me angry.
Pallavi : So this is the issue.
Reema : I dont want to loose Rahul to that bitch. She will steal him from me.
Pallavi : I will not let anyone do that to you. You want to keep Rahul forever with you. Right?
Reema : Yes.

Pallavi : Then you will have to break his soul.
Reema : What?
Pallavi : Take this strapon, and fuck him right up his ass. He will resist a lot. But believe me, after you are done with it, he will be so broken and confused. You will have a secret of his to keep forever. In case he tries to leave you, you can blackmail him with this secret.
Reema : But is that really possible.

Shanoy : Yes, very much possible. How else do you think i have kept my bf loyal to me.

Reema : You mean, you have done it with your bf.
Shanoy : Plenty of times. Initially he would run away from it. But now, he actually looks forward to me using it on him. He is addicted to it.
Reema : But doesn’t that make him gay then?

Shanoy : Not at all. He has no liking for guys at all. He just loves a women doing it to him in the ass. Its called pegging. Very natural.
Reema : All this is making me so wet. So i think i will go forward with this plan.
Shanoy : Hold on girl, you cannot just go in there and stuff this right into him. He needs to be prepared.

Reema : And how is that supposed to be done.
Shanoy : If you dont mind, then let me do that for you.
Reema : Sure babes. Just let me know what should i do.

After discussing everything amongst themselves, all three of them moved back to the room where Rahul and Tanya were. Both of them were in a 69 position and too much enjoying it that they didn’t even realize when the other girls entered the room.
Reema was visibly very jealous on seeing this. She went towards Tanya, pulled her head upwards from his dick and slapped her tightly.

Reema : You are not supposed to do anything to my bf without my permission. Understand?
Tanya : What if i dont agree to that.
Reema : Oh you will. And if you dont, then i will tell Rahul to fuck your sister and mother, right infront of your eyes. I am sure they would love it more than you do.

Tanya : You are not going to do that. Are you?
Reema : Just remember, i can do that very easily. So get up right now, and sit there on the chair.

Tanya reluctantly got up from above Rahul and quietly moved to the chair. Rahul could see that Reema was angry about something.

Reema : As for you Rahul, do i have to tell you to stay within your limits. You are mine, and you will do as i say.
Rahul : Yes Reema. I am sorry. She was the one who straddled me and forced me to do this.
Reema : Whatever it was. Well, i want you to meet someone else here.

Rahul looked over towards Pallavi and Shanoy. He already knew Pallavi, but he didn’t know who the other girl was.

Reema : That is Shanoy. Pallavi’s close friend. She has a thing for dicks. When i told her that you were going to come, she practically begged me to allow her to suck your dick.
Rahul : Well, if you have allowed her, then i dont have any issue with that.
Reema : Let me warn you, apparently she has her own wicked ways of making a guy cum. Even i dont know what are those ways.
Rahul : Bring it on baby.

Rahul again laid back on the bed, with his legs hanging. Shanoy sat between his legs on the floor. She kept some stuff on the floor, which Rahul could not see. Reema sat by his side on the bed.
Shanoy looked towards Reema and then towards Rahul, and while maintaining her eye contact with him, she kissed the tip of his cock. She continued to kiss the entire length of cock, till his balls before the kisses turned into licks.

Then she took his dick inside her mouth and sucked out all the air from her mouth. She was creating a vacuum around his dick head so that more blood is pumped into his dick. And then she took the complete dick inside her mouth and almost gagged on it.
Shanoy loved giving sloppy blowjobs, and that was what she was trying to do. All the saliva from her mouth was running down his dick by now and onto his balls. She would alternate between sucking his dick and sucking both his balls at the same time. Rahul was already feeling the orgasm building up inside him, but he was controlling. He wanted this to last as long as it could.
Shanoy was now sucking his dick madly. There was so much saliva that it was now dripping to the floor. Shanoy looked at Reema and winked.

After getting the signal from Shanoy, Reema grabbed a blindfold and wrapped it around Rahul’s eyes.
Reema : This will heighten the pleasure for you.
And after that she climbed over his face and kept her pussy directly over his mouth.

Rahul knew what he had to do. So he started licking Reema, trying to please her with his skills. He got a bit distracted with this and he didn’t realize Shanoy stopping to suck him for some time.
Shanoy had put on a latex glove on her right hand and she dropped some lubricating gel on her fingers. She then continued to suck his dick while trying to spread his ass cheeks as much as she can.
Shanoy slowly started to circle his asshole with her fingers. Not pushing it in, but just circling around it or pushing on the entrance a little bit. When she senses that Rahul was not objecting to this, she slowly pushed the tip of her finger inside his asshole and left it there.
Rahul jumped a little and it was then he realised what she was trying to do. But Reema kept him pinned down. Also at the same time, Shanoy increased her speed on his dick. She was making sure that the finger poking him doesn’t bother him much.

Because her finger was completely lubed up, she slowly and easily went on to push it completely inside him. Before Rahul could start jerking to stop it, she curled her middle finger inside his hole and pressed hard on his prostate. This made Rahul to let out a huge moan inside Reema’s pussy. Shanoy could instantly feel his dick getting harder inside her mouth.

She continued to massage his prostate with her middle finger while sucking on his dick. Within a few seconds, Rahul could not control it anymore and he pushed his dick all the way inside her mouth, spilling his cum. Shanoy immediately squeezed his prostate harder and gulped down all the cum.

Reema had already orgasmed twice so she flipped over to his side and started laughing.
Reema : So how was it.
Rahul : Incredible. What did she do.

Shanoy : It’s called a prostate massage. I must say, your cum is very tasty.

Reema : I bet it is. So babes, you loved a small finger up your butt.
Rahul : I hate to admit it, but i kinda did. It felt as if the orgasm ran throughout my body.

Reema: Imagine, if a finger could do that, then what would this make you feel.

And she showed him the 7-inch strapon. He was completely shocked and at loss of words.

Rahul : Reema, i don’t think i want to do this stuff. Let’s just keep it till here.

Reema : What if i want to use it on you.
Rahul : Well, i dont allow you to.
Reema : You are mine, i will do whatever i want to do with you. Just the way i whored you to that bitch.
Rahul : Come on, this is not what i want. Please let’s just not go there.
Reema : You dont have a choice. And in case you think i will let you go so easily. Then let me tell you, if you dont let me do this, i will tell all your friends that you are gay. You like taking a finger up your ass.
Rahul : How could you. Let me just get out of here.

Reema : You are going no where darling. Either this, or i leak everything to everyone. Imagine your image after that. Will you be able to live with that.
Rahul : Please, why are you doing this to me.

Reema : Because i dont want you to leave me ever. I could see how much you loved fucking that whore. So you can say, i will have this to blackmail you.

Rahul : I will never leave you. Do we still have to do this.
Reema : Yes. Look how wet just thinking about it makes me.
Rahul : Reema, stop it. You cannot force me into this. I just don’t want to do it.

Reema slapped Rahul on his face two to three times. He could not believe what just happened. Tears started to well up in his eyes.

Reema : What? Now are you going to cry like a baby?
Rahul : This is not the way you should treat me.
Reema : Oh really? And what about the way you treated me.
Rahul : I am always good to you.

Reema : Shut the fuck up. I still haven’t forgotten that Mahima bitch.
Rahul : (stunned) Reema, that was not supposed to be made public.
Reema : That is upto me to decide. I am still not over it. I still remember each and every word of your chat with her. You fucking looser wanted to sleep with her. And that too behind my back.
Rahul : i have apologised for that so many time.

Reema : guess what, this is what i seek as an apology. I want to fuck your ass. I want you to feel a small part of the pain that i felt when you cheated on me.

Before Rahul could say anything. Pallavi and Shanoy stepped forward and pinned him down on the bed. They turned him over on his stomach and then tied his hands together, before pulling them above his head and tying them to the bed post.

Rahul : Reema, please don’t do this to me. I really love you. I am sorry for what I did.

Reema ignored his cries and pulled his hips up from the bed before spreading his legs wide. She could see that because of the fear, his dick had shrunk to extremely small size. She grabbed the harness and tightened it around her waist. Adjusted the dildo and wrapped a fresh condom over it.

Reema : Trust me boy, this will take our relationship to a new exciting level. Imagine what more we could do with each other. Besides, this is what you wanted from Mahima as well. Didn’t you want her to dominate in bed.

Rahul : (crying) i am really sorry Reema. Please dont do this.

She went on and dripped some lubricating gel over his asshole and her finger. She slowly started to work her finger in and out of his hole, making sure that she spreads the lubricant inside him. Then she took some more gel and lubricated the dildo with it.

Reema : Just relax and breathe slowly. If you tense up, it will hurt you real bad.

Rahul tried to relax himself and he felt the tip of the dildo being placed at the opening of his hole.
Reema : There you go, relax baby.

As she pushed slowly into him, he could feel the burning sensation building up. His hole stretched to take the head of the dildo. Reema stopped for few seconds, to allow his body to adjust to the pain. The lubricant did help a lot. He was screaming for Reema to stop as the pain was too much for him to handle. But she did not back off. She continued to push the dildo inside him until the complete length got buried inside his hole. She bent forward and whispered in his ears.

Reema : Guess, who is going to do the fucking from now on.

And she started pounding his hole. She made sure that the dildo was rubbing hard against his prostate every time she pushed in and out of him. After a while, the pleasure from prostate stimulation took over his pain and his screams turned into moans.

Rahul : Ahhh ahhh ahhhh. It feels goooddddd Reeeemmaa.
Reema : That is like a good girl. Take my dick like a girl.

Within a few minutes, Rahul screamed that he was about to cum. That too without even touching his dick. And then he shot his cum all over the bed.

Reema could no loner handle the pleasure and she drove the complete dildo inside him before orgasming as well.
Both separated after a few mins and he was untied.

Reema : Now, will you dare to leave or cheat on me?
Rahul : Never Reema. I will not even think of it.
Reema : Good. And now all of us know your secret. So you better be nice to us.

Rahul : Yes Reema.

Everyone slept on the same bed for the night.
Things changed greatly for all of them after that day. Pallavi and Reema would most of the time stay together. They would occasionally dominate both Rahul and Tanya.

Tanya was initially hesitant to this. But she was glad she was constantly getting fucked by Rahul or either of the girls.

Reema, was having the best time of her life. She could finally realize the true form of her nature. She was turning into a badass bisexual dominant female. All four of them had started to buy new sex toys and experiment with them.
Reema had started to learn many new things with the help from Pallavi and Shanoy. Also, she would spend hours on the internet looking at porn and stuff.
One day, while Rahul was fucking Pallavi, since Reema had told him to. But Pallavi could not enjoy it as much since she was least interested in guys. She got an idea to help her out. She picked up her lingerie and walked over to them fucking. She gave the bra to Pallavi and winked at her. Pallavi took the bra from her and snapped it across Rahul’s chest.

Rahul : What are you trying to do now.?
Reema : Oh i was just trying to help Pallavi. You know since she loves girls more, but i still wanted her to feel how a real dick feels like.
Rahul : So?
Reema : So i have got this idea. Get up from the bed you both.

Reema made him stand by the bed side. She adjusted the bra across his chest and made him wear her panties as well. Since his body was lean and fit, Reema thought he looked quite cute in those. To add to this, Pallavi stuffed her old panties inside the bra cup to give it a real feel. Both of them thought he looked really cute in those panties and bra. His cock could barely fit inside that panty. To finish things up, Reema made him wear a bright red lipstick as well.

Reema : Pallavi, will this help?
Pallavi : It does, it is quite kinky to see him like this. I am starting to get wet.
Reema : Even i am. I didn’t know he would look so pretty in these things.

Pallavi pulled him onto the bed and started kissing him while positioning his dick at her hole.
Rahul could not hide, but his dick was extremely hard. He did somewhat love the feeling of being used like this. Reema’s pussy was dripping by now. She was so turned on looking at both of them like this.

Rahul had started fucking Pallavi in the missionary position. Pallavi was squeezing his fake boobs and kissing him at the same time. She had wrapped her legs tightly around his waste.

Reema pulled out a new pink dildo from her collection and started pushing it in and out of her cunt. After a while she could control herself no more. She wore a harness around her hip and fixed the pink dildo in it. She went behind Rahul, who was busy fucking Pallavi.

She slapped his ass a few times, and Rahul understood what was it that she wanted. He instinctively stopped and pushed his hips in air. Reema, grabbed his ass and pushed the pink dildo inside him. All the juices from her pussy that were on the dildo, acted like a lubricant. The push from Reema, and the sudden pleasure from his prostate, pushed him over the edge within some time and he kept pumping his squirting dick in and out of Pallavi. Reema kept on pounding his ass till she orgasmed as well and all of them fell on the bed.

Reema : From now on, you will wear our panties only. No men underwear.
Rahul : But what if someone finds out?
Pallavi : That is your problem to handle. You look fucking hot in those panties.
Reema : Also, it will remind you that we both own you.

So as it was decided, rather forced upon him, Rahul used to wear panties in public as well. The girls would give him their thongs or lace panties to wear. The panties were always used by them before giving it to him. He could see the dried spots on the panties as well. But he liked to take the risk for Reema. There were many situations when the panty would sneak out of his jeans, but no one particularly pointed it out.

One thing that Rahul was glad about was the change this whole incident had brought about in Reema. He was amazed by the sexual energy she had hidden inside her. Her true dominant nature was starting to develop quite rapidly.

Tanya was somewhat missing the action. She was still not fully ready to become Reema’s bitch. But she could not keep herself away from Rahul. She tried fucking with him without Reema’s knowledge, but Rahul would always back out.

Tanya told Rahul to talk to Reema about it so that she allows him to fuck her regularly.

When Rahul talked to Reema about fucking Tanya, she got furious. But then he made her understand that he will slowly convince Tanya to be fully devoted to her. So Reema allowed him to fuck Tanya on the condition that he would record each and every session and then show her the video later.

So with that Rahul and Tanya could freely fuck whenever wanted.
The next day, he went to Tanya’s house. When he told Tanya about it, she was extremely happy, but also a bit worried about the video condition, but he convinced her somehow.

Tanya immediately grabbed him and started to rip his clothes.
Tanya : Fuck this now, i will show what real sex feels like.
Rahul : Bring it on baby.

Tanya quickly lowered his jeans while kissing him and as soon as she felt the panty fabric with her hand, she stepped back.

Tanya : Why the hell are you wearing a panty.?
Rahul : Reema and Pallavi give me there used panties to wear. So that it reminds me that who owns me.

Tanya : They look cute on you. I would hate to remove these.
Rahul : Dont mock me, let’s move to the room.

Both of them got naked inside the room and started licking each other.

Tanya : Tell me frankly, did you like taking a dildo up your ass?
Rahul : Well, initially i did not, but once i got used to the prostate stimulation, i have to admit that i miss it all the time.
Tanya : What do you mean.

Rahul : I am addicted to it now. In fact i sometimes ask Reema just to fuck me with her strapon. She loves it and i too love it.
Tanya : I dont like what she is doing to you.

Rahul : No, she is really nice to me. I love her too much. And tanya, if you want me to regularly fuck you, i would suggest you to like her as well.

Tanya : Well, i do like her, but its just my ego that is not letting me accept the fact.

Rahul : Forget that ego shit. Just do what you feel. Imagine the fun we guys could have together.

Tanya : Will she let me fuck your ass as well.
Rahul : Do you want to ?

Tanya : Yes. Since that day, i have fingered myself thinking about fucking your ass with a dildo.

Rahul : Well i think she would love you to fuck my ass. She loves seeing me in that position.

Both of them were in 69 position, but it seemed like Rahul had was doing most of the work. Tanya was getting lost in in the pleasure of getting licked from Rahul, she would stop sucking his dick and kept it inside her mouth and moaned. Rahul would occasionally thrust his hips up and down to remind Tanya that she also has a job to do.
Tanya was extremely wet, her juices didn’t seem to stop. After 10 mins of licking her, during which she came twice, Rahul got up and pushed her down on the bed. He climbed above her face and pushed his dick in her mouth. He was starting to get frustrated with the slow action from her side. But once he forcefully started thrusting his dick inside her mouth, Tanya stared to respond back. She started rolling her tongue around his dick and also used her hands to caress his balls. Rahul grabbed the head board of the bed and started riding her face. She was enjoying the face fucking from Rahul’s dick.

One of her hand continued to caress his balls while the other roamed over his ass. She was kneading his ass and trying to spread the ass cheeks as well. She pulled her hand up towards his mouth and forced her two fingers inside his mouth. Rahul sucked on her fingers and made them wet with his saliva. She pulled her fingers back to his ass and started poking them in his asshole. He sensed what she wanted to do, so he helped her by spreading his ass cheeks. This was so much exciting for her and she instantly pushed two fingers completely inside him which directly pushed against his prostate. The sudden invasion from her fingers made him jerk and he pushed further deeper in her mouth. Tanya continued to massage his prostate with her fingers while he kept on thrusting in and out of her. The pleasure was becoming too much for him to bear so within a few minutes he started cumming inside her mouth. When he stopped cumming, she pulled out the fingers and also his dick from her mouth.

Tanya : That was awesome. I now understand why is Reema is obsessed with it so much.
Rahul : Yeah, prostate orgasm feels great.
Tanya : Let me just clean up while you also recover from your orgasm.
Rahul : Cool

Tanya went to the bathroom and Rahul turned to his mobile camera that was kept on the table, and was relieved to see that everything was getting recorded. He pulled out a joint and started smoking.

Tanya came back with a couple of beers in her hand. Both of them smoked and drank for sometime till Rahul was again ready for some action. Tanya again tried to straddle Rahul’s face, but instead he pushed her on the bed and spread her legs wide before diving into her pussy. She had cleaned up all her juices but it took him few seconds to make her flow again. He kept on nibbling and licking and sucking her cunt till she was just about to cum. And then he withdrew and stood by the bed.

Tanya : Why the fuck did you stop?
Rahul : Tell me, are you ready to be Reema’s bitch.?
Tanya : I told you, i will think about it. Come back now and fuck me.

She was rubbing her clit furiously now.

Rahul : Say yes or no.
Tanya ; Oh god, yes yes yes. I will do fucking everything, now just fuck me you bastard.
Rahul : Say “ I am Reema’s bitch. I will do whatever she says”
Tanya : Ahhhhhh. I am Reema’s bitch. I will do whatever the hell she says.
Rahul : Cool. Got that recorded as well.

So Rahul again jumped on the bed. and opened her legs wide enough and straight away pushed his hard dick inside her wet cunt. She moaned loudly and bucked her back upwards. Rahul fucked her while pulling hard at her nipples. She kept on screaming and moaning and came twice before Rahul ejaculated all over her stomach and boobs.

Rahul : I don’t want you to clean yourself and let it dry on your body.
Tanya : But i have to go to the college.
Rahul : That is what i want. Now remember, who owns you.?
Tanya : Reema.
Rahul : Cool.

Rahul dropped Tanya at her college. She went about the day with all the filth still on her body. But she was loving it. The fact that she is covered with his cum and moving around in public was exciting for her.

In the evening, Tanya received a message from Reema. “Saw the entire video. Pallavi’s place, tonight.” Tanya still had a few doubts about what she was getting involved into, but then she managed to convince herself.

She reached Pallavi’s place and found everyone already enjoying themselves inside the pool. Reema and Pallavi were lying on the pool chairs dressed in their bikinis. Rahul was sitting in between Pallavi’s legs and seemed like he was licking her cunt.

Inside the pool, Shanoy was swimming around with another guy who seemed like her boyfriend.

Reema: So, you are finally here bitch. Come here.
Tanya quietly walked near her and stood by her side.

Reema: Strip naked and go take a swim.
Tanya was hesitating to do so, but then Rahul looked up and told her to do as Reema says. She removed her clothes and jumped into the pool.

Shanoy : Look at you, glowing with all the sex you and Rahul had. By the way meet my boyfriend Karan.

Karan went ahead and embraced her in a tight hug making her instantly go wet. Karan was much more buffed up as compared to Rahul. He had a much better chiseled body and was quite bold in his actions as well.

She could feel her nipples getting hard against his bare chest, which she was sure must have been felt by him too.
Tanya took a few rounds of the pool before Reema joined her inside the pool. She pinned Tanya against the pool side.

Reema: So who owns you now?
Tanya: You Reema. I am ready to do whatever you say.

Reema smiled and started smooching her. This time Tanya responded back to tongue action and also grabbed hold of Reema’s waist. She started pulling Reema towards her and grinding herself against her body. This action went on for quite some time, till Reema told her to dry herself up and wait for her inside the room.

Tanya quickly went away inside the house. She quickly glanced back at the pool, only to find out Rahul fucking Pallavi while Reema was hugging Shanoy while saying something in her ears.
to be coontinueed……………

a true story…auditioning as a slut..

It’s Friday…

It is 9.30am…

Text message received
“Are we still on for today”

her reply
“Yes, I believe we said 10am”

Bag packed she takes the short journey across town to the meet.
Samantha checks in for the final directions having been once before but it is a secure address with locked access.
The man is waiting on the stairs to his flat.
She climbs them.
Accepts the coffee offered.
They sit and chat briefly.

Samantha adjourns to change to become the full slut for an initial audition with this master she has been emailing and chatting with online.
She has showered and powdered already.
Slipping out of the everyday drab disguise she slips into her a****l print lingerie set and clips the gloss tan stockings to the suspenders one by one.
Make up base coat has been drying as she has put on the lingerie and so now the top coat of foundation, eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow is applied with cheeks rouged before powder applied to set the look. Finally lips are glossed pale pink and shining. Hair placed neatly on her head and brushed out neatly to frame her face,
Slipping into her satin a****l print blouse over her micro mini a****l print skirt. Makes her the slut, the tart the street walking hooker cum whore ready for anything. Stepping into her peep toe a****l print heels completes our slut’s image for the meet as she adds the finishing touch of jewellery – rings, bracelets and earrings.
She joins the Master in the bedroom.

Preparations have been made.
He is ready with his tools and equipment to tease and torment the slut.
We’ll have a picture first – showing face or not – she is asked – slut agrees her face can appear on the picture and poses seductively. He advises her of the ‘safe word’ to be used today.
‘Face down on the bed slut’ he instructs her.
She obeys.
Face down she is now on the bed ready for action to begin.
She feels her panties being tugged down her legs to reveal her naked butt cheeks.
Master commences his spankings.
He asks if she has been a naughty slut.
She confesses to having had sex earlier in the week without his permission.
She has to be punished – he reasons.
‘Yes Master, Yes sir,’ she agrees.
She looks up and to her right of the bed on which she has been ordered to lay face down – she immediately hears his voice as she does so – ‘Did I say you could look at me slut?’
‘No Sir’ she replies promptly and returns to the prone position on the bed.
Her sissy slut’s ass is now spanked with a variety of items.
She thinks she feels a crop deliver several strokes.
Ouch.

Next comes something harder.
Several strokes are administered across her buttocks.
A heavy cane maybe – then all too late she recalls Mistress Claire is the only one who should ever ‘cane’ her sissy ass. An omission in the earlier discussions with the Master now delivering each heavy handed stroke with his cane. Whack – ouch.

Next a flogger is held in front of her face before being administered to her sissy feminised she ass.

She is instructed to count and say thank you sir for the next spankings.

Several are administered in turn to each of her by now ‘pink’ ass cheeks. She is advised they have gone pink. Also that it is as yet early days yet as they will soon be ‘red-hot’ ass cheeks by the time her Master has done. She is to count and say thank you after each stroke. Any error in counting or missing a stroke will mean returning to the beginning of this latest set of spankings.
Slut needs to beware and through the wincing pain remember to keep count and say thank you too of course.
She manages to wince and keep a steady count.
It stops.

Each cheek has had a dozen heavy doses with the flogger.
She has also been aware of soothing vibrations in her she pussy.
Something has been inserted and running since the play session began.
It is so sexy.
This pulsing throbbing vibrating – whatever. She has not seen it so can only assume it to be some sort of vibrator toy.
Master had when pushing it deep within her pussy that she was loose, well stretched asking how many times she had been had the other day. Six slut replied. I can tell you have a ‘well used pussy’ as the toys are being sucked up so eagerly and so easily by your hole, you slut.
She then feels her buttocks soothed with a lotion.
Then something pinches the tops of her legs.
She winces.
‘Not all pleasure slut ‘she hears him say.
‘Ever had electric pulse sensations slut’ – not mains she is advised.
‘No sir.’
Then something else is placed on her ass cheeks.
She then feels a tingling.
It feels strange.
Wow – she has never experienced anything quite like this before.
She senses strange buttock lifting-twitching sensations.
Her ass cheeks feel as though they are being pinched but sensationally aroused.
OMG what is happening.

Mind blowing.

She has never experienced anything quite like this before.

The power seems to go up and down in strength and the effect is mind numbingly sensationally arousing.
Words fail her. Or they would if she was allowed to speak any.
The pulses and sensation stops.
Wow.
She relaxes.

‘Onto your back slut’ – the command is issued.
She rolls over onto her back instantly – as the obedient slut she has become to this Master..
Then suddenly she has her wrists and ankles tethered to the corners of the bed.
Her own cock is still quite limp – as she sees it exposed with the sweet ribbon neatly tied around the stem – showing it off as belonging to her Mistress – even after all that sensational erotic treatment to her sweet sissy femme ass cheeks and pussy.

Master takes it in his hand and plays vigorously with her cock.
She now sees his posing shiny black bikini style with studs – pants.
Her hand is directed to them.
She feels him hardening within.
The toys are now applied to her cock.
All manner.
The ‘tens’ machine too.
The vibrating plug toy is placed in her pussy from the front and continues it’s stimulating throbbing and pulsing.
Her cock is cropped.
She is told to bite down on the crop.
She obeys.

It is used sparingly on her sissy cock.
It is being aroused more and more by the vibrator toys and his hands.
His cock is continually being placed into or near her tethered hands.
She cups his sweet round balls.
She plays up and down his sweet erect cock.
He continues with his action on the slut.
He unbuttons her soft satin a****l print blouse.
He tugs her bra cups down revealing her nipples, these are then roughly clamped with two big clamps.
The bra springs back into place pressing the clips down hard on each nipple.

Slut winces.

She is now riding an orgasmic battle and storm within her mind body and soul.

Knowing she has not been given the word from her Mistress who now only wishes her slut to have an orgasm online via her commands or when actually with her Mistress and given the word.
Being tethered she wiggles, squirms but cannot escape the Master’s clutches.
As time is reaching mid-day he announces he wishes to give her a facial. This would be slut’s baptism. She moves up and down his cock faster and faster. He moans with pleasure and then erupts. His cum spurts forth. Her face is baptised in the name of the Master.

The session is concluded.

She is released from her bonds.

He is pleased or seems to be with the audition.

My wife’s KIK account, Part 5

Goddess had me kneel on the shower floor and then She stood over me, lifted one of Her shapely legs and released Her stream of warm, golden nectar all over my boy. Goddess then dismissed me from the shower and took Her own, hot shower. Once She was done, She had me towel Her dry. She told me to then shower, dress and leave until further notice. I did as I was told and then left tot room for the lobby bar. I walked into the lobby bar and a game was on the tv, so I ordered drink and tried to reflect on the previous few hours.
After an hour, the bartender told me that I had a phone call. I took the call in the lobby and it was Carol.

“Return to the room immediately” She said. “The door will be locked so you’ll need to get another key-card from the front desk.” The connection went silent.

I got the new key-card and took the elevator up to the room, inserted the card to unlock the door, and noticed that the room was dark, with the exception of the light from the TV. I then heard my own voice coming from the TV and as turned to look, there was the video recording of the entire time with Goddess. Not just the confession of my infidelity, but the entire time alone… all of the humiliating acts that we did… all while I thought that the recorder was turned off.

I turned in horror only to see my wife, Molly, under the covers with Carol, both in bed together, watching the video.

“Yes, boi” Goddess said “This is the third time that your wife and I have watched it. You make quite the submissive.”

I was in total shock, so Goddess brought me out of it by simply saying:

“I’m going to enjoy my sweet pet now, boi” Goddess said and then added with a smile. “Maybe you can’t fuck her… but I sure can.”

My mouth was literally hanging open. Molly, my wife said nothing. She just kept watching the relentless fucking that I was taking on the TV screen, and my submissive whimpering that filled the room.

“By the way, boi” Goddess added. “Your wife eats pussy WAY better than you” ….. and I then noticed that for the first time in a while, a mischievious smile crept across Molly’s face.

“Go back to the lobby and wait for further instruction, boi” Goddess added. “We’re not done with you yet.”

I slowly turned and opened the door to leave. I had nothing to say, so I went to the hotel lobby bar.
There were only a few other patrons watching the game so I ordered myself another drink and settled in. One of the other patrons was two barstools away and as we both seemed to be routing for the same team, he introduced himself.

“Good game” he said. “I’m Ron.”

“Hi Ron” I replied “Nice to meet you. I’m Pete”

We shook hands and made small talk during the commercials. Ron was a very athletic Black man who looked as though he played ball in college. He seemed nice enough and we enjoyed chatting, yet he noticed me looking at my watch.

“Gotta be someplace?” Ron asked with a smile.

“Yes” I replied. “My wife is upstairs…. ah….” my words trailed off. “I’m just watching the time.”

“No k**ding” said Ron. “I’m here with my girl for a Bridal Shower as well”

‘Bridal Shower’ I thought…. ‘that was the same reason I thought that we were here….’

“Yea” added Ron. “I’m not sure how Carol got me to join her” he added, “but here I am.”

“Did you say Carol?” I asked, “Carol?”

“Yes” replied Ron, “Why?”

“Well, my wife is friends with someone name Carol from work” I replied, as almost in disbelief.

“Holy crap” said Ron “Is your wife Molly?”

“YES!” I replied, “What are the chances?”

“Molly is really nice” said Ron.

“Oh?” I asked. “You’ve met her?”

“Yes” Ron said. “I met her through Carol after work a few times. She’s very pretty. Very sexy. You know… her body changing with the baby.”

I was surprised at Ron commenting like this about my wife, particularly since he and I had just met… yet I was suddenly feeling a bit strange. Like I was having trouble maintaining focus and my words seemed difficult to form.

“Hey” asked Ron “You okay?”

”I don’t…..” my response trailed off.

“How many drinks did you have?” asked Ron.

“just two buuuu….” I seemed unable to form a sentence.

“Let me help get you back to your room” offered Ron.

He then stood and using his obvious strength, put one of my arms around his shoulder and practically lifted me off the bar stool and we went to the elevators. Once inside the car, he pushed the button as the doors closed. I had no idea what was happening, yet Ron seemed to reassure me.

“It’s okay, boi” he said with a certain sternness in his voice. “I’ve got you.”

The doors opened and before long, Ron was knocking on our hotel door. My wife swung the door wide open and was standing in only her panties and bra. Ron guided me to one of the queen beds and lay me on my back. I closed my eyes in an attempt to make the room stop spinning and I guess that drifted off to sleep……..

I eventually heard talking…. Voices, Male and female. Then, quiet…..
I thought that I was dreaming… I seemed to be coming out of a deep sleep. My wife, Molly, was seated beside me on the bed and gently stroking my hair.

“Welcome back” she said with her pretty smile.

I looked up at her and noticed that her hair was pulled back and in a ponytail… A style she seldom wore. I also noticed that her makeup, particularly her eye makeup was much heavier than usual. Her eyes were dark and seductive. Her lips heavy with bright red lipstick.
It’s then that I tried to move my arms and noticed that they were bound to the side of the bed. My legs were secured as well.

“What…..” I questioned, as though I was still in my dream from earlier.
“Oh baby” my wife said, in a most empathetic tone, “You now belong to Carol… ” said my wife, as she turned her head to look over her shoulder, “Or Goddess to you”.

As my eyes focused, I saw Goddess. My wife then stood and moved off to the side, making room for Carol. Carol took the place where my wife had been and slowly leaned down to kiss me full on the mouth. Her full lips were very erotic as they covered my mouth completely. I also tasted the unmistakable taste of pussy juice and could only imagine. My eyes popped open and I felt my cock stir and point straight up. It’s then that I realized that I was naked as well. As I tried to react, Carol’s tongue pushed into my open mouth and I was lost in ecstasy. What an amazing kiss! As Carol kissed me more, I heard little moans filling the room and suddenly realized the moans were from ME! Carol really knew how to use her lips and I was almost panting into her open mouth. Her Lips, Her Tongue! I then heard my wife’s voice.

“Continue to do as you are told, Honey” said my wife. “There is no turning back, at this point. Everything for you will be easier if you don’t resist and just do as you are told. And you do need to know a few things… What we had, our marriage, our home life, everything that you knew, will never be the same. Your life, our life together, is forever changed…. and for the belter, I assure you. I will explain later this evening.”

To Be Continued…..

Beach Session

Mistress loved the beach boasting to me what better place to discipline someone in a session. Our favorite beach called “R Beach” is far enough away from civilization and voyeurs that we can do pretty much anything we wish. We liked going to the beach right after breakfast around 9 o’clock and stay till noon while there’s not a lot of people. Depending upon what we want to do we make sure we packed food, water, toys, sunscreen, perhaps an umbrella or a beach tent for some privacy. There’s always nooks and crannies on the beach to hide and also watch people with prying eyes coming up and down the beach when we’re playing. Mistress prefers not to be totally naked, but on the other hand for me, I have to strip down bare. She loves looking at my naked body and all my muscles deviously thinking of new ways to discipline and torture me. The beach is a perfectly good place to unwind and give painful whippings where a slave can cry out loud and no one can hear other than the seagulls flying overhead.

Mistress is finally getting the nerve to give me a full on butt fucking on the beach. She figured if we do it in our beach tent we only have to watch from the ocean and no one can see what we’re doing from behind. My asshole has been educated enough where the pain is minimal and mistress can really give me a good fucking. What a better place than to fuck a slave in nature. We talked about it and believe that most people who would catch us fucking would be so embarrassed they would just keep walking by. It would give them something to talk about and tell all their friends afterwards. Nobody had phones plus by the time they reported to the police we would already be gone on our way back home. Mistress said she could even threaten to fuck their asses as well, then they would really take off.

Mistress wanted to have a dry run for our first spanking on the beach just to make sure we could get away with it. Deciding to do a beach paddling with her heavy leather paddle she warned me that she was really going to let me have it making me cry out to see if anybody would answer. Nobody likes getting spanked for the hell of it, other than she told me that the spanking would be a test of my obedience to her. We packed up the backpack and strolled down to the beach and all mistress could talk about was paddling my bare ass ass making me timidly submissive for the inevitable. Mistress figured that if anyone spotted us they would figure I was only getting a paddling that I deserved. Walking down the path to the beach we went to our favorite spot near some wild cane blowing in the wind. Anyone on the Cliffs or coming down the trail could easily see mistress blistering my butt with her favorite paddle.

We stopped where there was a log perfect for sitting on to give spankings. Mistress also has laid me over it and canned my ass with a freshly cut cane just last week, punishment for not eating her pussy properly. That was my first punishment on the beach but it only lasted a little over two minutes as mistress gave me over 100 stinging blows. She pulled my suit down exposing my butt giving me the caning and then pulled it back up before anybody could see. This time Mistress was going slow and methodical with my ass fully exposed. Once we get situated mistress got so excited about doing the spanking that was the first thing on her agenda. I only had a pair of shorts and a shirt but mistress sternly told me to get naked. Throwing a towel over the log mistress stripped off her bikini top picked up her leather paddle and invited me over her lap. She giggled when she saw my erection promising that the pain from the paddling would easily get rid of that right away.

We scouted everything out looking up the cliff, up and down the beach finding no one. Pulling me over her lap throwing her right leg behind my knees, mistress told me not to hold out from crying out. They hair raised up on the back of my neck when I sensed the paddle raising up in the air. Immediately she started popping the leather paddle as hard as she could across both cheeks. On the third whack I started crying out as loud as I could and didn’t stop until she struck me blistering my butt with over 100 whacks. My throat was sore for crying out and I had genuine tears streaking down my face.

Mistress spotted another couple coming down the cliff so she threw a towel around me and told me to shut up. Pulling me up sitting on her lap she started passionately kissing me taking my mind off my blistered ass. She could see the other couple walking by and continued kissing me until they were gone down the beach. Her French kissing was out of control pushing her long tongue down my throat almost choking me. Forcing me to suck her tongue like a cock she had me sedated sucking up and down on her tongue like I was trying to make it come. She broke the kiss pushed me far enough away to slap my face telling me we’re not done yet.

Ordering me to get behind the log and bend over it, she said she had a surprise for me. Not wanting to get slapped again I quickly obeyed bending over the log presenting my ass thinking I was going to get another spanking. To my surprise mistress pulled her harness and dildo out of the daypack along with some lubricant. Looking at me as she started strapping it on she told me I hope your ass is clean enough to fuck. I admitted that I had checked myself in the shower this morning giving her an all clear. Mistress is the queen of the strap on and I was actually looking forward to getting fucked right here on the beach. I watched mistress strapping on “her cock“ proudly stroking it like a guy. I was thankful she brought her black 8in. 1 1/2 diameter cock which would make it easier to take a fucking from her. The head of the dildo was shaped like a nose cone making it easier to push into my anus to skewer me. It was also made of polished silicone so she didn’t have to use much lubricant fucking my ass.

When mistress was all strapped up I was getting quite excited as her demeanor changed from being quite feminine to a Butch Dyke. The harness was specifically dyed to her skin tones so it blends with her flesh colored cock so it appears as part of her body. Mistress at times fantasizes having a real cock boasting that she can fuck better than most men. She has definitely proved that to me. I’m called premature ejaculator because I barely last long enough to get her off. Strolling in front of me mistress grabbed me by the hair ordered me to open my mouth. Obediently I pursed my lips and she slid the dildo down my throat. I tried not to choke but I was still new at sucking and I started gagging. Slapping my face mistress continued fucking my throat until my jaws ached. Finally mistress popped it out with my drool all over it. Slapping my face hard she promised to make me into a cocksucker yet.

On our second date while we were passionately making out she whispered in my ear that she wanted to take me to bed. She stripped me naked on the couch leading me off into her bedroom for a big surprise. Mistress went to her powder room to “freshen up“ then came out wearing a strap on. I had only seen women wearing dildos in porn magazines but here was my new girlfriend all strapped up and ready to roll. I was basically sexually paralyzed not knowing what to do other than obey whatever she said. Propping me bottoms up over pillows my new girlfriend gave me the fucking she promised but instead of me fucking her she fucked me. The first time in my life I found out what it was like to be on the receiving end losing my anal virginity to a beautiful woman.

Mistress didn’t care if anybody saw her fucking believing that they would be so embarrassed they would keep walking by. Even if they called the beach police by the time she finish fucking me she would have the dildo put away and my pants would be pulled up. Quickly she lubed my ass and the dildo. Telling me to take a deep breath and on the exhale mistress grabbed my hips gave her own hips a quick shift driving the entire dildo completely up my ass. I was not a virgin having spent many times in bed getting my anus stretched with her dildo. It was wild to be under the sun at the beach that I’m used to having fun on, bent over a log by a beautiful lady fucking my ass. My cries from the fucking were drowned out by the loud surf and crashing waves hitting the shore. A few seagulls flew over squawking as if they were laughing at me. Mistress thighs were pounding my bare ass cheeks that she just blistered almost as if I was getting spanked all over again as she played bury the hatchet with her huge dildo.

This fucking was not about prostate pleasure but teaching me a lesson.There was a couple walking near the ocean down the beach and did notice us moving in an unusual way so Mistress slid the dildo all the way inside and leaned forward kissing me from behind until they were too far to see her moving her hips. Standing up she gave me several slaps on my sore ass and started fucking me earnestly. The dildo had a magic bullet next to her clitoris so mistress had already orgasmed several times. My cock was erect the entire time and it didn’t take long and I started shooting semen all over the slick log. Mistress hates premature ejaculation and continued fucking me anyway claiming her cock stays hard forever and that she can fuck as long as she has the energy. Finally after enjoying several more orgasms mistress pulled out the dildo sending me off to the ocean with the dirty dildo to cleanup.

I ran for the water for fear of getting caught with Mistress running along side. We both needed to cool off and we quickly jumped in washing our sweaty bodies. I spent a lot of time washing the huge dildo that fucked my ass hoping that Mistress would not use that one to many more times. This type of tapered dildo was meant to stimulate and stretch your anus rather than stimulate the prostate. Mistress desired to open me up so that I can accommodate bigger cocks. Even though I had taken a nasty whipping and dildo fuck mistress got quite romantic wrapping her arms around me in waist deep water and started grinding her pussy on my cock. Fortunately there was very little wave action right now and mistress was getting in the mood to fuck me in the ocean.

We both started French kissing each other exchanging tongue’s and grinding our crotches together underwater. It didn’t take long and I started getting another erection. Mistress had one of her hands busy working pulling on my cock making sure I quickly got fully erect. I have a very unique mistress that can beat the crap out of me in one minute and fuck me in the next. With her beautiful breasts pressing into my chest no one really knew if we were completely naked because half of our bodies were underwater churning away. Having already put my cock in her pussy Mistress was doing all the work squeezing and kneading me with her vaginal muscles. As we enjoyed each other another couple walked by within 15 feet of us not saying a word but put two and two together knowing we were having a quick fuck. We just kept kissing while mistress kept squeezing me with her vagina.

Finally mistress decided we had better get back to our things by the log doubling down on her squeezes until I started pumping her vagina full of semen. She loves being ritually inseminated in the ocean something that our fish ancestors did millennial times ago. Pulling me out of the water by my balls mistress lead me back to the log so we could pack up. Before I was allowed to get dressed mistress forced me to my knees and wanted me to make a statement thanking her for what we did today. Thanking her for the deserving beating I told her that I deserved more. I also thanked her for the very intense dildo fuck and that it was fun being on the beach. I also thanked her for giving me the special ritual fucking me in the ocean and taking my semen into her vagina which felt like I was getting fucked by the goddess. Thanking me for my kind words mistress told me to get dressed but leave my shirt off.

I put my bathing suit back on as well as my cut off jeans leaving my shirt in the backpack wondering what was going to happen next. Mistress put her red string bikini bottoms on that only covers her pussy leaving her beautiful bare breasts wiggling so that I could enjoy looking at them one more time. Pulling out her mini whip, which Mistress calls her spaghetti whip, made of 21 spaghetti like leather laces, 18 inches long bound to a wooden handle. I felt my knees weaken wondering what I did to deserve another whipping? Mistress cursed telling me inseminating her vagina is a sacred act and I disrespected her. Telling me to stand out in the open facing the ocean place my hands on my head she stood behind me and started whipping my back. I could hardly stand up it hurt so bad and my eyes had tears streaming down my face as she stripped my entire back with tiny flicks of the whip.

We had to walk back to the car into the neighborhood showing off her handiwork wondering if someone was going to see that I took at nasty whipping. Mistress forced me to ride in the backseat on the way home still hurting. Once home we took a shower together making sure we were free of beach sand. I spent the rest of the afternoon on my belly with my back and ass on fire worshiping her pussy with my tongue.

The Burdens of Others

I feel compelled to start with a warning. If you’ve read my stuff before, you’ve probably noticed the frequent apologies for long wait times between chapters due to medical school. I haven’t actually used much of that experience in my writing up until this story. It is also based on my time volunteering in a field hospital (though not one as extreme as this one). As such please be aware that this story will touch on some pretty tragic and traumatic topics that will not be comfortable for all readers. The setting and the events that take place are extreme outside of the erotic content.

That being said, I hope you enjoy it if you choose to continue reading.

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“They carried the sky. The whole atmosphere, they carried it, the humidity, the monsoons, the stink of fungus and decay, all of it, they carried gravity.”

― Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried

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The floodlights around the hospital lit most of the pebbled rise at its back, making the ascent easier, at least initially. Above the line of glare, Ed could make out a single black figure silhouetted against the night sky. He scrambled up, bottle in hand, to the top of the rise. Diyaa turned towards him, the ever present rifle resting across his chest. In the dark Ed couldn’t see the disapproving look as the whisky sloshed in the bottle but he knew it was there.

Diyaa nodded down the slope and it took Ed a moment to make out the woman sitting by herself, slumped against an outcrop. He took a step towards her before Diyaa stopped him with a hand.

“This time is no good.” A week of hearing his accent had made the man more comprehensible, but only just. “Doctor to go home.”

“Yeah,” Ed said. Diyaa removed his hand and Ed made his way down, stumbling on the rocky terrain.

He settled next to the woman. Arms folded against the chill, he turned his face up to the impossible sky above them. Moonless, the sky revealed too many stars to make them out individually until the bright pinpricks amassed into an explosion of light splattered across the night.

But the wonder was dimmed, the dark figure at his side pulling him into the palpable sadness around her. He opened his mouth and closed it. Why had he come here? What could he say? You did everything you could. It’s not your fault. Some trite shit that had never worked for him. Don’t be so hard on yourself. What could he really do for her? What made him think he could be of any comfort? He’d known her a week after all. If Diyaa hadn’t said something he could have assumed this was normal for her after a day like she’d had.

His breath slipped out, wordless and silent into the cold. Here the chill was more than just the fall in temperature, it was the absence of the heat that permeated the day. That lack left the same void with every sunset, with only the frigid sky to fill it.

The back of her hand touched his arm and he looked to see it open and expectant. He pressed the neck of the bottle into her hand and let her pull it towards her. The lid whisked in the threads and the liquid lapped against the glass as she tipped it into her mouth. Even with only the stars to light the night he could see the glint of at least one other empty bottle at her feet.

“We have leave starting when we get back,” he began, tone hushed but the sound felt intrusive in the quiet. “My friend’s loaning me an apartment on the beach.” He turned towards the shadow next to him, the bottle in hand glinting as she lifted it again. “You could come with me.”

Desert nights had a particular stillness to them. The expanse just beyond the capacities of human sight loomed large and bleak with possibilities most wouldn’t want to consider. But it was the possibility next to him he hadn’t thought through, that he didn’t really know this woman, and she might not want him there.

He sat for a while, until it was clear she didn’t mean to break the silence with anything more than the sound of her burning through the bottle he’d brought. Muscles tensed to begin the act of standing when the back of her hand came back to his arm, the tinkling sounds of liquid on glass confirmed she was offering back the bottle.

“Yeah.” Oriel’s voice was a rasp in the dry air, her tone brought lower by the weight of the day and so many days like it. “Sounds good.”

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A week before, Ed had arrived with the rest of his team on his first observation trip to Jordan. It had been a tough few weeks, working their way in and out of the various refugee camps they’d been assigned. This was the last, and arguably the worst. Technically in the no-man’s-land between Syria and Jordan, tens of thousands of asylum seekers were held in limbo by bureaucrats and safety checks deep in northern deserts.

The field hospital appeared on the horizon long before they reached it. The two large tents were no more than beige humps surrounded by layers of spidery fencing that became more formidable as their convoy approached. Beyond it several satellite tents became clear. Their camouflaged colors were unintentional, covered as they were by layers of the same dust that swirled around their vehicles.

“We have one week scheduled here, which I had to wrangle from the boys upstairs.” The head of the UN team spoke to them as they bumped along the dirt road for hours. “We have to be efficient and quiet about it. The Jordanians aren’t happy we are here and ISIS has hit this place twice in the last year. Be efficient and be quick, there’s a lot of ground to cover.”

The guards led them first to the largest tent where beds lined the walls; a few cots lengthwise down the middle creating corridors of patients the nurses moved up and down with hasty precision. The air hung heavily, undisturbed by the creeping winds of the desert, and warmed as it was by the blazing sun through the tarps. The smell of field hospitals lacked the sharp, acrid smell of western hospitals, but beneath the sweat and illness Ed could still make out the powdery, rubber smell of latex.

His boss stopped one of the nurses and spoke in better Arabic than Ed could dream of achieving, and was directed through the flaps at the far end of the tent. Their boots trampled over the sheets of plywood connecting the main tent to a smaller one. His boss reached for the flap when a scream pierced the air from inside the tent.

“Any of you assholes with medical training?” the doctor shouted, upon seeing them rush towards her. This tent resembled an operation theater the same way a c***d’s drawing looked like a house. The intention was clear, but the ramshackle floors, stacked supplies and dirty equipment were only the beginning. Five men lay in various positions, moaning, screaming, or deathly still. Two had made it up on cots, two more were on tarps on the floor. The man on the operating table bucked against the small nurse, who had to fling herself over him to hold him down. The doctor’s bloody hands flew through sutures as the man screamed and blood spurted as he jerked away from her.

“Dr. Evans?” Ed’s supervisor began.

“Yeah, listen,” she cut him off, “I’ve got a car full of people who decided to play chicken with a border patrol and spent most of their valuable time arguing to get them here, so unless you are helping, you are leaving.” She must have been seven feet tall to make all of them feel that small. “You,” she pointed a bloody, gloved finger at Ed’s friend Joe, “Come here and hold him down before he breaks more bones.”

Joe leapt to obey without a glance back at their supervisor. Ed took it as a sign when the man didn’t protest. “I’ve got medic training from the Marines,” Ed volunteered.

Dr. Evans whooped, “Now he decides to tell us!” She jerked her chin towards the man’s leg. “Think you can set that?” Her slippery fingers tore open another suturing kit and she set about trying to close the bleeding vessels in the man’s destroyed upper arm. Joe was staring at her wide-eyed as he held the man down as best he could.

Ed took a look at the leg, slipping into the too-small latex gloves, familiar smoothness closing on his fingers in a vice grip. “Not as well as you could but I can give it a whirl.” Ed attempted something close to confidence in long-unused skills.

“Don’t get cute, cowboy,” she said, eyes fixed on her work as her fingers flew through the stitches.

Ed pressed slightly to get a feel for the break and the man screamed, bucking against Joe and disturbing Dr. Evans as she worked. She didn’t spare him a glance. Ed took the man’s foot and held it steady before pulling it down and into alignment. The man passed out instantly. Dr. Evans finished her stitches and shouted something in Arabic to the nurse, who came over to bandage the man’s wounds.

She moved down towards the injured man’s feet, stripping and replacing her gloves as she went. A quick glance and a nod was all the feedback Ed got for the best job he thought he’d ever done. “Splint it soldier, when you’re done we got more.”

For six hours he followed her from person to person, stumbling through the Arabic and trying to remember training he’d left behind six years ago. Standing next to her over a girl with a shattered orbit and four broken fingers, Ed realized he was looking down at the top of Dr. Evans’ black hair. Impossible. Her arm brushed against his and he couldn’t help but realize how slim she was, and yet she had just performed a hip reduction on a man who was almost as big as he was. When he missed her instructions she turned and fixed him with warm brown eyes fringed with thick lashes.

“Soldier, I know you expected to be cruising around taking notes today but you gotta focus here if this girl’s going to be able to see out of that eye tomorrow.”

Ed nodded, trying to ignore the gentle slope of her cheek as it ran into the line of her chin and down her neck, disappearing beneath the large scrubs she wore.

By the time everyone was seen to, Ed felt like he’d been through Basic again. He collapsed into a plastic stacking chair that groaned under his weight. Her bloody canvas sneakers stepped into his line of sight and he felt like the angle was right this time when he looked up to her face.

“Thanks, soldier. You do good work, unlike these good for nothing—” her sentence devolved into Arabic too fast for him to follow as she redirected her attention towards one of the guards. The older man shrugged his shoulders and made a rude gesture. The doctor laughed. “I k**,” she said turning back to Ed. “Diyaa is good people, just doing his job. Heaven forbid the University springs for a second doctor instead of a robust security team.” She crouched down next to his chair, energy seemingly unsapped by the day. “Then again, it’d look bad if a doctor died instead of a few hundred patients, y’know?”

“Um, yeah” Ed replied dully. Something about her was eminently distracting and he was struggling to keep up.

“Anyway, Soldier, where’s your supervisor? I need a word.”

“Ed,” he said, by way of introduction.

“Oriel,” she replied, not missing a beat. “Supervisor?”

“Um, yeah Henry Jennings. We were supposed to—” He stopped as the topic of discussion came through the flaps bringing a cloud of dust with him.

“Good, You’re done Razavi? We are way behind schedule.”

“Mr. Jennings?” Oriel spoke up, somehow silencing a man Ed had never seen interrupted. “I’m gonna need your man here for the duration of your stay.”

“Now Dr. Evans, I know you are short staffed but I need every available—”

“I’m just going to stop you right there. I know you’ve got a lot of ground to cover and I know better than most how much there is to report on out here, but short staffed isn’t close to the situation we’ve got here. I have been the only doctor here for three months, there is no one else coming until the Jordanians increase their military presence, and I am really fucking tired. Do me a solid and take the other eight guys you’ve got to write the reports and leave me the only person with medical training between here and Amman.” Jennings mouth was still open when she finished and he was looking at her with a mixture of incredulity and respect. “Please,” she added.

Jennings put up a good fight. They don’t let just anyone run teams in the most dangerous parts of the world but even Ed could see Jennings was outmatched. He waved goodbye to his team as they pulled out towards their quarters with the Jordanian military and turned to receive instructions from the woman grinning at him from the entrance to the hospital.

Bunking arrangements were swift, and decidedly worse than what he would have gotten had he stayed with the rest of them.

“It’s not much—” she gestured at the sad little cot positioned on the larger side of her tent “—but if it makes you feel any better, you won’t be sleeping much.” Her equally abysmal bed was just through the zip-up barrier that divided the tent in two. “I’d set up the other doctor’s tent for you but we recommissioned it for a women’s unit.”

Ed nodded and turned to see her disappearing through the flap. “C’mon soldier!” he heard her call from outside and he dumped his pack in his haste to follow her.

She came to him that night. He hadn’t even considered the possibility when he’d finally collapsed in his cot worn out from the day. She climbed on top of him as his eyes opened to her blurry form silhouetted against the glow of the flood lights outside.

“Mind if I cut in?” she said, dropping her face close to his and smiling. She smelled of toothpaste and soap. She kissed him before he could answer, but he was quite familiar with that desperate passion that can only connect two people who find themselves at the ends of the world together. It was an old friend from his time in Afghanistan, where the same clawing need for companionship had informed so many ill-fated relationships in those heightened moments. But as he brought his fingers into her thick hair, he felt something else.

She ground down on him, naked underneath the oversized shirt she wore. Her hands finding his waist band and slipping under the elastic before he had time to react. His hand flew to hers just as her fingers curled around his erection, grasping her impossibly delicate wrist and pulling her touch from him. When she leaned away from her kiss in surprise he pulled her palm up to his mouth, placing a kiss on her wrist just above where his fingers held her still.

“This isn’t the way I usually do things,” he said softly, not wanting to scare her off too quickly. He should let it go this time, allow her to stay where she was and use him as she saw fit, even if it wasn’t to his taste. He tightened his grip ever so slightly.

“Well, soldier, we don’t have endless time for foreplay, so what do you say we get to it my way?”

“Sometimes taking a bit more time can be infinitely rewarding.” He took her captured hand back to place a kiss at the base of her thumb before he took the muscle between his teeth and bit down ever so slightly until her breath caught. “You might like my way.”

In the dark he could only guess at what lay behind the silence that followed. Something about her strength, her force of personality, told him he should have kept it vanilla; let her steamroll over him here and in the hospital. It was only temporary anyway.

And then she leaned over, her wrist still clasped in his hand. “Show me.”

She yelped when he leveraged himself out of the cot, taking her with him. Her legs held his waist as he dropped back down, and when her back met the soft lining of his sleeping bag his body caged hers beneath him. He never released her wrist as he reached over to his pants, sliding the canvas belt out from the loops with a soft sound menaced only by the clinking of the metal buckle. He held it up so she could see it. “If I do anything you don’t want me to, say red.” He waited for her nod. “Yellow means slow down.” He took the belt and looped one end around her wrist, then the other.

“Just make sure these are slip knots.” Her voice seemed softer, the tone less commanding despite the content. “You never know when we might have to get back to work.” Her leg ran against his, her inability to wait for him clear when she wrapped both legs around his waist and tried to pull him closer. He reached down and swatted her thigh. A gasp of surprise coupled with her grip falling away made him smile.

“I can have you out of this in under five seconds if you want me to.” He secured the end of the belt to the exposed metal rod at the top of the cot, leaving her hands resting against it just over her head. She squirmed a little but didn’t try to force him against her again. “What are the words?”

“Are you seriously giving me a pop quiz?” she jerked her hands and raised her head. “Time is precious, soldier, and so far your way is not proving its worth.”

He landed another smack on the inside of her thigh and she jumped but didn’t respond. His fingers slid up her spread legs. “I asked you a question.”

She gave him an annoyed sigh that quickly tensed to a whimper as his fingers found her wet slit. “Red to stop.” Her voice was strained as he circled her clit. “Yellow to slow down.”

“Good girl.”

His finger penetrated her and her hips came to meet his hand. He watched her face as he explored her flesh further. He saw her grit her teeth in the hazy light of the tent and decided she’d proved she could wait, if only a little. He shifted lower, his legs finding their way to the cold floor of the tent, and buried his face between her thighs.

Her legs wrapped around him even as he pinned her hips in place. It was still a battle, despite her position. He felt her wrestle with the blinds even as he tasted her arousal, feeling the push and pull of her legs as she struggled with him for control. Ed reached up, curving both hands under her knees and pulling her legs up and out. He leveraged his weight up so he could hold her, bent in half and helpless while his tongue found her slippery clit again. Her smell reminded him of deep snow despite the heat beneath his lips.

Her sounds grew, the muscles beneath his fingers tensing and shuddering as he kept up his end of the bargain. Her orgasm hit hard. He felt the groan, made deep within her chest, vibrate against his mouth. He grinned at her as he repositioned himself above her, her legs still hooked over his arms, pushed wide and up.

“Soldier,” she breathed before he brought his finger across her clit, too hard to be comfortable in her state, but not enough to cause real pain.

“Condoms.”

“In my bra.”

He released her legs and slid the large t-shirt up her body exposing her lithe torso and serviceable sports bra. Foil crackled as he ran his hands over her hidden breasts. Another time perhaps. The familiar smell of latex told a different story this time and Ed reestablished the hold on her legs.

“Holy shit,” she ground through a groan as he stretched her channel.

“Tell me if it hurts.”

Her answer was a wordless, violent shake of her head as he pressed his advantage until their hips met. The cot creaked underneath them and he started slow, moving in and out deliberately, getting to know the feel of her body.

“Fuck, come on,” she growled.

He snapped his hips forward and she gasped. “Don’t be rude.” He pushed his pubic bone against her clit and began to move in small, grinding circles against her, watching her face as she struggled to keep from insisting again. It was important, he’d tell himself later, to move things along. It wasn’t giving into her so much as practically the best choice for that moment to start riding her with force, pushing her towards another orgasm. This time he felt her come, gripping his cock as she chanted ‘yes’ over and over. Her body body bowed and tensed with the release of energy so wholly different than everything he’d seen from her that day. It lacked the frenetic quality of the way she darted from one task to the next. This was one complete thought, mind and body consumed with a singular intention he had provided.

Danica Dominatrix

After having my first S&M session and enjoying the power that my alter-ego of Danica exuded, I wanted more. I had a few more weekends with my original transvestite sub, but I was always left with the impression that he wasn’t into it as much as I was. As I cleaned up my make-up and put on my male attire one Saturday afternoon, I told him that I’d had a wonderful time with him, but our time together was at an end. He didn’t protest. ‘If you think it’s for the best..’ he meekly proclaimed. ‘I do. You’ve been such a good, girl.’ He beamed. And that was my last memory of him as I left his flat.
I went back to searching on transvestite friendly sites, but amended my profile to indicate my change in sexual tastes. BDSM was now a preference, and believe me, my profile got quite a few hits. Everyone who got in touch was another transvestite, and all were begging for Danica to teach them a lesson for being naughty girls. I’ve always loved being with older men, so this time, I decided I was going to have a more senior submissive girl to correct. After a few weeks, my curiosity was piqued when ‘Babs’ asked if I would give her a damn good spanking. Babs was 63 years of age, a tall but slim 6’2″, but absolutely stunning in her make-up and showing off her gorgeous and shapely figure in a wide array of glamorous lingerie that was all displayed on her profile page. I immediately responded, and within a few messages decided to ‘friend’ her. We sent more messages on-line, and Babs revealed her love for dressing and a greater desire to be dominated, expressing her wish to be used and then tossed aside like yesterday’s news! I have to admit that I was a bit conflicted; Danica the dominatrix couldn’t wait to get my hands on her ample backside and spank it till it was glowing like Rudolph’s nose, but the male half of me found Babs genuinely attractive, and wanted to treat her like the sexy older lady she appeared to be! But in the end, Danica always has her way…
We messaged each other for maybe another week and a half, when Babs suggested that we should arrange a meet. I agreed. She told me that she couldn’t accommodate, but I interjected that I was more than happy for her to come and visit one weekend. ‘What about this Saturday, then?’ she enquired. ‘What time?’ I replied, my underwear struggling to contain my excited cock. ‘10.30?’ she asked. ‘See you then.’ And with the following message gave the details of my address. My heart was pounding like a love-struck teenager, eagerly anticipating Saturday’s arrival and finally meeting the sexy Babs in the flesh!
Saturday did eventually come around, and I awoke early after a fitful night’s sleep. I showered and shaved my legs, gave my pubic region a trim, producing a nice little triangle of short, curly hairs above my cock. After drying myself off, I sat in front of my white and gold dressing table and applied my make-up, painting my eyelids in a dark shade of green and highlighting the bottom of my eyes with thick black eyeliner, putting in a little downwards curl on the corner of my eyes. I painted my lips in a dark shade of purple, and applied some cheap costume jewellery earrings. Next, I adorned my legs in black seamed stockings, securely fastening them with a beautiful black and purple laced suspender belt. I had recently bought a long leather skirt with a slit most of the way up the back of it, and I was looking forward to taking it out on it’s maiden voyage, so to speak. After zipping myself into the skirt and enjoying how constrictive it was, forcing me to take little steps, I decided on the matching bra to the suspenders (the knickers weren’t going to be needed today!) and hooked myself up, squeezing my big chest together to give the illusion of cleavage. Next, came the pin-striped business jacket, revealing the purple frills of the bra in it’s low cut. I had decided on a purple bob cut wig, a purchase from a novelty store to place atop my head. My feet were adorned in a 70’s style mule with a 3 inch heel, but wide enough to walk comfortably and sturdy enough to take my weight. Finally, I glued some dark red false fingernails to each hand, and the look was complete. If Babs didn’t arrive soon, I was going to have such a glorious wank!
10.30 arrived and the doorbell chimed. My heart raced. I checked myself once more in the hallway mirror and approached the big looming outline of the figure on the door’s glass panels. I opened the door and saw a well dressed gent in a very nice suit carrying a small overnight case, with a very kindly face. ‘Hello, handsome,’ I piped, ‘I’m Danica. Please, won’t you come on in?’ He visibly blushed, but entered and shut the door behind him. What was his name when he wasn’t Babs, I wondered. Never mind. I’m here for his submissive alter-ego. ‘Can I get you a drink?’ I asked, my eyes already looking over his backside as he passed by me in the hall. ‘What do you have?’ he enquired in a soft, gentle voice. ‘Well, I have a nice bottle of Glenfiddich waiting to be opened..?’ ‘Oh, I do like a nice single malt!’ he replied. Sexy, and a whiskey lover? I thought I’d hit the jackpot! ‘Well, you go upstairs to my bedroom so I can meet Babs, and I’ll fetch it up to you. Do you take water or ice?’ ‘You can’t ruin a single malt with water or ice!’ he protested. How true. I had hit the jackpot with this one! As I entered the bedroom with his beverage, he was already down to his black lacy underwear that he’d had concealed under his suit. ‘There you go. If you want to borrow any of my make-up, help yourself. Just come down to the living room when you’re ready.’ I stepped out of the bedroom, rearranging my erection after seeing his pale skin so beautifully framed against that lovely nylon and lace. I went downstairs and poured myself a big glass of dutch courage, and sat on the end of the couch, waiting for the transformed Babs to make an appearance.
Just before 11 o’clock, I heard the door of the bedroom open and then the slow, heavy footsteps descending the stairs. My heart felt like it was about to jump straight out of my chest. After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the living area opened, and I was not disappointed with the vision that entered before me. Babs was already well over six foot, but on the end of her long shapely stocking clad legs she was walking expertly on 5 inch stiletto heels, taking short steps as she crossed her feet in front of her as she paraded in front of me, smiling sweetly from behind her perfectly applied make-up as my eyes lustfully followed her around the room. Her stockings were kept in place by a black basque, zipped up at the side, and showing her pale translucent skin through a gauze of patterned nylon in a strip all down the front, and a pair of thin nylon straps to hold it in place over her smooth, slightly freckled shoulders. Her backside and groin were well concealed in a pair of black nylon knickers, with a lovely little bow placed on top of Babs’ manhood. Meanwhile, her hair was arranged with the most beautiful of blonde wigs, pinned up with a few trestles coming down the side of her gorgeous face.
‘Well? What do you think?’ she coyly asked. ‘I think you look fucking gorgeous! Come here so I can get a good look at you.’ She slowly strutted over, and I held out my hands and held her beautifully painted fingers, then slowly twirled her around. I could feel the discomfort beneath my leather skirt, my erection now becoming painful. ‘You would put a lot of real women to shame, Babs. But let’s get down to business, shall we? I know that you want me to spank you and dominate you, but if it ever gets too much, just say, and the session will stop. Nobody should be doing something they’re not comfortable with.’ Babs looked at me quite bemused. ‘I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m no spring chicken. I’ve been doing this a while now, and believe me, I know what I like and I know what I want!’ I smiled wickedly. ‘Did you bring the things we discussed on-line with you?’ I asked. ‘Yes, they’re in my case in the hallway.’ I firmly spanked her left buttock with my left hand and she teetered around on her high heels. ‘Go get ’em, then. And from now on, address me as ‘Mistress’, slave!’ We had begun.
Moments later, Babs appeared with her small case, and placed it on top of the coffee table. I sat myself in the centre of the couch, and beckoned my new slave to prostrate herself over my lap and present her buttocks to me, which she duly obliged. I slowly inched down the soft nylon and cotton knickers to reveal her pale, wobbly buttocks, but reminding me of a slightly over ripened peach, somehow. I brought my left hand down hard on her left buttock, and the pale skin changed to a shade of red. I hit the right cheek even harder, and it too turned red. I could see Babs biting her bottom lip, smudging her lipstick slightly. Once more, I spanked each buttock, but still not a sound out of her. Then I hit each buttock as hard as I possibly could, and what was a shade of red turned to a slight shade of purple. ‘You may stand up now, slave!’ I ordered. I was quite surprised to see that the spanking had gotten Babs’ cock semi aroused, as it slowly started to raise itself away from her long stockinged legs. ‘I can see you quite enjoyed that’, I commented. ‘Oh, yes. Thank you, mistress’, she gratefully replied. I stood up myself, directly in front of Babs, who was towering over me by a good couple of inches. ‘Remove my skirt, slave. Nice and slowly…’ Her shaking hand grabbed the zip at the side, and slowly lowered it. She then smoothly lowered the skirt towards the floor, and I delighted as it rubbed against my hard member, and finally springing free as the skirt lay between my nylon clad legs. My cock was already glistening with sticky pre-cum, my foreskin already peeled fully back to reveal my bright red glans. I took a step back and placed the leather skirt on one of the armchairs in the living room, and told Babs to place her black panties on the chair. I then looked into her small suitcase and produced some handcuffs, encased in pink fur. ‘Hands behind your back, slave!’ She obediently complied and I clamped them round her wrists, not too tightly. ‘On your knees, slave’, I ordered. She looked perturbed. ‘Never mind my knees, I’ll be on my fecking face in these heels!’ she protested. I laughed. Ooops! Better get back into character. I held her firmly around the waist as she sunk a knee at a time to the carpet. ‘For that outburst, you must suck Mistress’ cock until you have emptied her balls!’ I slowly presented my cock to her slightly smudged lips, and she lovingly stuck out her tongue to greedily lap up the sticky coating on my tip. I looked down as she slowly licked the side of my shaft with her tongue, making the big blue vein along it’s length pulsate and throb. And then she really went to work on my manhood, taking in over half of it’s length on her first pass, and within half a dozen bobs of her head, bouncing her nose off my little triangle of pubes. It was fast and it was furious; and I didn’t care if I came in under a minute. I’d been wanting to cum since I saw her nylon clad legs over half an hour ago. ‘Good girl. That’s right. Danica’s going to give you a nice hot drink..!’ She mumbled something, but I couldn’t make it out, and besides, I could feel my balls begin to roll around and tighten, the tingle in my arse was beginning to build. ‘Get ready, slave. I’m cumming..!’ I just managed to utter those words when the first pulse of my orgasm filled her willing mouth, then another and another. I opened my eyes, my legs weakened by the intensity of my orgasm, and looked down to see her looking up at me, and as soon as I made eye contact, she swallowed my cum. I moved round to the back of her and released her from the furry handcuffs.
I leaned over and helped her to her feet, and noticed that she was now at full mast, her cock standing proud and erect. It was very impressive; at least seven inches, slightly curved to the left, and I could see as the pale purple head released itself from the constraints of it’s foreskin, glistening with pre-cum. ‘I’m going to suck you off!’ I announced to Babs, removing my pin-stripe jacket. ‘Oh, please don’t!’ she protested. Two offences in one, there. ‘Touch your toes, slave!’ I growled. My hand came down hard on her already inflamed backside. ‘That’s for not calling me ‘Mistress’!’ I shouted. Another hard slap and she visibly jumped. ‘And that’s for sub-ordinance! I will do as I please with you!’ She sheepishly straightened up and I walked in front of her, removing my mules, grabbing hold of her hot, throbbing member, giving it a few gentle strokes with my hand. Her breathing quickened. I leaned over and I rolled my tongue over her glans, delighting in the sweet taste of her early ejaculate. I rummaged through the small suitcase and produced a rather scary looking butt-plug. Not very long, but the girth was eye-watering! I found some KY jelly, and coated the black rubber liberally, and squeezed some between Babs’ peachy purple cheeks, working it down and around her arsehole. I stood before her again. ‘Now, you are going to give your mistress a nice drink of spunk, and I want you to tease your backside with this as I do so!’ I placed the plug in her beautifully manicured hands, and then sunk to my knees, slowly working my tongue over her light purple dome, gently taking her length into my hot mouth. She was slowly teasing the plug around her arse, moaning as she did so. My hands were already behind her ball sac, stroking her taint, feeling the ribbed texture of her erectile tissue beneath. ‘Ooohhh..! It’s in, Mistress!’ she exclaimed as she presented even more of her hard member to my mouth, as my tongue tried to emulate what my previous slave had done for my own cock. I reached my hands around to Babs’ backside, and gently caressed, what I assumed, were very sore buttocks by now. I moved them around and stroked the tops of her thighs that weren’t covered in sheer black nylon, and worked my left hand around to her freshly shaved cock, stroking what would normally be covered in pubic hair. Within about five minutes of my tongue and my hands working their way around her whole lower body, her breathing changed; short, sharp and shallow. ‘Oh, God! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna…’ Her cock twitched and suddenly my mouth was full of creamy cum. I swallowed. Immediately, my mouth was filled by another burst of cum. Once more, I greedily gulped the offering down. A small pulse of slightly less viscous liquid coated my palette, but Babs was starting to teeter about. I grabbed her arse cheeks and pulled her towards my face, my mouth now acting like a Henry hoover, extracting every last drop of her man-milk, delighting in her hot fluids as I swallowed every bit of her. She composed herself, and I released her softening cock from my mouth.
Her mascara was running, because she was in tears from the ferocity of her orgasm. I reached up and pulled her head down to mine, and I opened my painted lips slightly to let our tongues caress, firstly outside of our mouths, then in a full-on french kiss. ‘Mmm.. I can taste myself on your tongue,’ she softly proclaimed. There were a few more things in the suitcase that we hadn’t tried yet, but a few of them would have to wait until Babs’ bottom had calmed down from it’s spanking, let alone the big plug that was still up there..!