Yukon Band B

It was a week after Ali and I went away for a very intense weekend. I masturbated every night thinking about the things Ali did in front of me, as well as the things we did together. It changed me, for sure, and it was a little scary.
Ali called me on Thursday night and said, “Hey sweetie! How’s the week been?”
“The usual corporate rat race. How about you?” I asked
“Bad, but last weekend gave me new energy. I was in Chicago for a couple of nights on business. I’m exhausted again. We have to get away to the house again soon.”
“Definitely,” I replied.
“So, Elle, I have an idea,” Ali said.
“Oh no… Ali’s got an idea!” I teased.
“Yes, well, remember I told you I’d take you to a great toy store?”
“You mean sex toy store,” I interrupted.
“Yes! There is the most amazing place, and I made a reservation for you on Saturday.” She was animated and pleased with herself to be doing something so thoughtful for me.
“Uh… well… what do you mean ‘reservation?’”
“It’s a special place that helps you choose the right toy for you. They’ll even custom make them if you want.”
“Hmm. Wow,” I said, sort of unsure of what I was getting myself into.
“You don’t sound into it,” Ali said, a little plaintively.
“No, no, sweetie. I’m just a little nervous about what it’s all about,” I said directly.
“Do you trust me?” Ali asked
“Yes.”
“Did you masturbate this week?” She asked boldly
“Yeah, like every day,” I said, almost exasperated with how horny I’d been.
“Did you wish it could have been more fun?” She was on a roll.
“I guess. It wasn’t as exciting as last weekend, for sure”
“Well, girl, you need better toys, for a starter. Please trust me and come Saturday. Come over to my house at 10am and I’ll drive you there.” She was insistent.
“Ok, I’ll trust you,” I said. I guess I’d trusted her a lot so far!
SATURDAY AT THE SHOP
I drove up to Ali’s house and parked. I knocked on the door and she answered quickly. As one would expect, she was nude, with a waist chain.
“You look relaxed,” I said.
“Yeah, doing my usual nudity thing,” she said, flashing a bright smile. “I was just trying on some new things that I bought last night at the mall. Want to see?”
“Sure,” I said, as Ali disappeared into her bedroom.
She came out a minute later wearing a silky see-through baby doll with high heels. No panties. The top barely came below her pussy.
“Looks great,” I offered. “Very sexy. Show me more.”
“You mean of my body or my outfits?”
“Outfits. I can see your body pretty well,” I joked
“Ok, I only have one more.” Ali disappeared and returned in a pale green sparkly top with a dark green belt. High heels. Nothing else.
“I like it. It really brings out your skin tone.” I chuckled and said, “Especially good when there’s lots of skin”
Ali laughed and went back to the room. She came out in a green sun dress.
“So are you ready? Let’s go!” Ali was so excited to be taking me to this place. I was already wet following her fashion show.
As we drove over to “the toy store,” Ali said, “So, did I tell you about what I did in Chicago?”
“No, what?” I asked
“Well, I had the morning off, so I was masturbating in my hotel room but had left the door unlocked. I was sitting on one of the chairs in my suite with my legs spread really wide and the maid keyed in.”
I looked at her with wide eyes. My mouth fell open.
“Yeah, really! She was completely unfazed. I didn’t stop. I just kept masturbating and said, ‘you can come in and clean up, if you don’t mind my doing this.’ She came in and cleaned up while I masturbated. It was amazing. I came so hard, right after she left.”
“Oh my,” I said, “That really takes guts. I could never do that.”
“I think it happens all the time in hotels, although I’d bet it happens less often that they barge in on women doing it,” Ali surmised.
We drove up to the “store.” It was a nondescript although pretty converted house in a simple mixed business/residential neighborhood. We parked in back and entered the building through the back. The waiting room was elegant and still comfortable. The receptionist was beautiful, a stunning redhead wearing a very short skirt and a somewhat translucent black top. Ali gave my name to the receptionist, who made a call.
We sat on the plush couch for a few minutes. I read the brochure and discovered it had an equally nondescript name: “SoloWorks.” It described itself as a “haven for women and men” to “outfit their solo sexual adventures.” I thought it was interesting that it also served men.
A beautiful brunette came into the reception area and introduced herself as Sarah. She was wearing a tight black top, showing off her perfect breasts. And she was just wearing smooth grey seam-free panties and high heels. I shook her hand as she said, “You must be Elle. Hi Ali!” Apparently Ali had been here before.
“So before we go back, I thought I’d give you a little introduction and let you know what’s going to happen. First, I assume you’re here to find some good masturbation aids?” Sarah was smiling earnestly.
I looked at Ali and then at Sarah and nodded in the affirmative.
“Great, so, we want you to feel totally comfortable here and I’ll be your guide in this journey. I’m your consultant, and I’ll help you with all aspects of choosing a design or designs for you. Ali, are you going to be here while we do this?”
Ali looked at me, and I said, “Yes, definitely. We’re totally comfortable with each other.”
“Good. I’m glad. So the first thing we’ll do is go to a fitting room and talk about what you need. I’ll examine you and talk to you about your requirements and masturbation habits and then we’ll go to the “showroom,” which is where all the toys are kept. There, I’ll help you pick out some things to try. Obviously you’ll get very aroused during this process, and I’m here to make you as relaxed as possible. Some women are exceptionally private and don’t want to go to the showroom for fear of being seen by others, but as you know, Ali, this is a very discreet place, so I encourage you not to fear that step. But whatever suits you is fine, Ok?”
“Yep,” I said brightly.
“Ok, so let’s go back to the fitting room,” Sarah said.
THE FITTING ROOM
We walked through a set of doors into a long hallway. It was sort of laid out like a small hotel or bed and breakfast. We approached a room and entered it. It was a beautiful, tastefully decorated room. A small day bed went along one wall and in the middle of the room there was a raised chair with stirrup-like platforms in front of it, presumably for a persons’ feet. Attached to the room was a sizable bathroom with a shower.
“So, here we are. We’ll be spending a while in here. This is the fitting room. It’s where we try all the things out that I will help you choose, so that we can find the best thing for you. Now, Elle, if you really need to freshen up, there’s the bathroom, but… I mean, don’t be too concerned because you’ll probably get very wet and messy anyway. And I’m very used to a variety of female odors, so, on my behalf, please, please don’t be overly concerned or vain about how your vagina is.”
“Ok. Well I guess I’m ok. I showered this morning. Just tell me if I need to freshen up,” I said, a little sheepishly
“I will. Now typically our clients wear a specially designed smock during the exam and outfitting. It provides easy access for me, catches extra vaginal fluids, and also allows you to be covered when we go to the showroom. It’s hanging right there, so, unless you just want to be fully nude during this, I’ll leave the room and let you change in comfort.”
“Ok, thanks. I’ll try it,” I said, nervously.
“Ok, be back in a few minutes,” Sarah said as she opened the door.
I stood up and looked nervously at Ali as I approached the hanging garment.
“Don’t worry sweetie, you’re going to like it. Sarah will make you feel really comfortable.”
Ali helped me remove my clothes, and helped me on with the smock. It was a tunic sort of thing, white and cottony. It was fairly short, and it was slit up the sides to about waist height. There was a small piece of Velcro at the hem in the front, and a matching piece was in the mid section. The top of it had shoulder straps but they were tie-straps, so you could release the top down, exposing your upper body.
Sarah came back in and made sure I was comfortable. She offered us drinks and went to retrieve them.
When she got back, she said, “Ok, so let’s chat. Obviously you like to masturbate. Tell me a little bit more about what you’re looking for and what you like to do and in what situations you make love to yourself.”
I slowly got started. “Well, I masturbate a lot more now that I don’t have a boyfriend. Ali and I have masturbated together a few times, and I guess I would like to know more about the options to me to enhance the feeling. Last weekend, I got to try a couple of her toys—a butt plug, a dildo and a vibrating harness thing.”
“And how did you like those?” Sarah asked.
“They were great. I’m pretty inexperienced at using toys. I have one vibrator. I’m not sure what else there really is.”
“So did you like anal penetration?”
“Yes, I did surprisingly, but I’m not sure it is a main feature of my masturbation sessions,” I added.
“When you masturbate, do you always penetrate yourself or do you focus on the clit or both?”
“I do both. It depends, but when I really want to come, I do both, but I have to rub my clit to come.” I surprised myself by being so candid. Ali was looking on, with a semi-serious look on her face.
“Do you masturbate to pictures or fantasies or movies or anything particular medium if you will? Or for example while reading stories at a computer? I mean, so that you use your hands while you play?” she asked.
“Nothing set in stone. I have done that. Ali and I have watched some adult movies last weekend.”
“Sounds like you guys had a lot of fun. Are you lovers?
Ali chimed in, “No, but we have always been close and just started spending time in the nude together. When I want to masturbate, Elle is very open and encouraging about it.”
“That nice. Sounds like you have a wonderful friendship. So, Elle, you don’t have a special need for something that would operate without your hands being involved?”
“I guess not at this point, but I might like to have that option,” I replied.
“Are your masturbation sessions long?” asked Sarah.
“Depends. Sometimes. I’ve kind of gotten into this idea from Ali of making it last for a long time and staying aroused for a while.”
Sarah smiled. “That IS a lot of fun. I do that a lot and I’m glad you’re getting into that. So that’s a great start. That gives me a lot to work with. So now I’ll need you to go sit in that chair so I can examine you. I’m going to be looking at the dimensions and structure of your vaginal area so I can figure out what toys might be best for you. When we make custom toys, we actually do measurements on your pussy and anal area to give the best comfort and effectiveness.”
“Wow, that sounds neat. Maybe I’ll have something like that done at some point,” I said eagerly.
“Yeah, so we’ll start with off-the-shelf products and try to find the right ones for you,” Sarah said.
I walked over to the chair and sat down.
Sarah said, “Ok, so first make sure that you’re sitting on the lower flap of the tunic so it can catch your juices. And then put your legs up on these foot rests here….” I did so and she continued, “Great! Ok. Now I’m just going to lift up the front part of the tunic and Velcro it on here so it stays up. Now scoot forward a little bit.”
I felt like I was at the gynecologist, but here I was, getting “fitted” for sex toys, my pussy agape in front of a total stranger. It was very exciting. I was already pretty moist.
“Elle, do you mind if I continue without my panties on? I usually do that with my clients because I may need to demonstrate the use of different toys to you.”
I said, “No, not all. Go ahead.” She stood up and slipped her panties off, revealing a beautifully groomed vagina. Sarah sat down again on her chair in front of my spread legs and leaned in and asked, “Elle, could you masturbate a little bit just to the point of being very wet?”
Ali was looking at me, smiling sweetly. I said, “Sure..uh…just start now?”
“Yeah that’d be great,” Sarah replied.
I started stroking my pussy and found I got very wet, very quickly. I thought this situation was very erotic.
“Ok, great. Looks good. You look very wet. You have a very pretty vagina, by the way. I really like it.”
“Thanks,” I said, awkward in almost never having received such a compliment.
Sarah began to feel my pussy all around, investigating it intently. She probe with her fingers inside and outside of my pussy and would ask if a certain pressure felt good, bad, or neutral.
“You’re doing great, Elle. I think I have a good sense of your pussy. Do you need to come or can you wait?” Sarah asked.
“I can wait, but I’m pretty excited, as you can tell,” I admitted.
“Yes, I can, and it’s very beautiful. So let’s go to the showroom. You can detach the Velcro to cover yourself. Oh, and there will be other women there, and some of them might be nude, just so you know.”
I realized that that wouldn’t bother me or Ali in the least. I guess Sarah was just being careful.
THE SHOWROOM
We followed her down the hallway. I watched her nude rear sway beautifully. She was an exceptional woman. We entered a big room with racks and racks of sex toys.
There were three other pairs of women looking over the products. The consultants were all wearing the same uniform, except that one of them was still wearing her gray panties. I could see an obvious spot of moisture on her crotch. Their clients didn’t make eye contact with me. One was completely nude and the other was wearing the same tunic I was wearing; they were deep in concentration reviewing their counselors’ recommendations.
Sarah went directly for three different areas. She explained to me the features and uses of each of the three kinds.
The three items she chose were a standard Pocket Rocket vibrator “for clitoral simulation and all around portability… you can take it anywhere.” She also chose a vibrator that had a smooth probe-like extension “which stimulates the clit while the main part of the vibrator is inside of you.” And finally, she chose a vibrating egg that one can wear all the time under clothing: “a variation of the harness thing that Ali introduced you to.”
BACK TO THE FITTING ROOM
When we got back to the fitting room, Sarah said, “Ok, hop back into the chair. Are you wet enough now or do you need to masturbate a little before trying them?”
“I actually think I’m wet enough. I had to use the tunic to wipe myself a couple of times while we were in the showroom,” I said, rather directly.
Sarah responded, “Exciting, isn’t it? I’m glad you are enjoying this and that you are comfortable. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to keep you that way.”
I had climbed into the chair and spread my legs. I flipped the smock flap up and affixed it with the Velcro.
“This is making me so horny,” Ali declared. She’d been so quiet so far, I guess trying to let the process unfold as it would if I were alone with Sarah.
“You can masturbate, Ali. That is if it’s ok with Elle,” Sarah said matter-of-factly.
I nodded and grinned at Ali and then said to her, “Go for it, hon.”
Ali lit up like a kid and started taking her clothes off. She laid down on the day bed and started caressing her breasts.
Sarah smiled and continued. “So let’s try the Pocket Rocket first,” she said. Sarah turned it on, and I heard its whirring buzz begin. She brought it up to my vagina and started lightly touching it to my outer labia. I shuddered from its effect.
“Feels good?” Sarah asked.
“Oh yes,” I replied. My eyes were alternately closing, so I could concentrate on the effect on me, and opening, so I could see what Sarah was doing. Sarah seemed to know exactly how to stimulate me.
“So for example, you could insert your finger in your pussy while you use this on your clit. I particularly like this one because it’s short enough so you can rest your arm on yourself while you guide it. Here try it,” she suggested, grabbing my hand and guiding it over to hers and the vibrator.
I grabbed it and started using it on my self, Sarah watching intently. I glanced over and Ali was massaging her clitoris, obviously enjoying the view of this pantiless woman staring into my pubic area.
Sarah interrupted the aroused silence and said, “So, let me show you some things.” As she took the rocket from me, she said, “Keep masturbating if you want.”
She leaned back in her chair and brought her legs apart and showed me the ways she likes to use it. She showed me how she liked to use it on her perineum and also her anus, just on the surface. She got up and washed it off and then handed the unit back to me.
“Do you want to come, or do you want to try the next one.”
The next one, a two-pronged affair, was for penetration and clitoral stimulation. Sarah said you could even try turning it around for anal penetration, but she didn’t plan for it and for some women, the distances aren’t quite right to be comfortable. She said if I wanted to use it that way and it didn’t work out, we could investigate something custom. She showed me very briefly how it works by inserting it into her vagina, and then positioning it close to her clit.
“This one doesn’t exactly reach to the right place on me, but I think it will work great on you,” she said, handing it to me to put in myself.
I inserted it and positioned it. It felt incredible. And it reached perfectly to my clit. I felt so close to cumming, but I pulled it out, wanting to explore the next toy.
Sarah showed me the egg and slowly helped me insert it into my vagina. There was a wire coming out of it leading to a tiny control unit. She showed me how to adjust it. Every setting seemed to feel good… I couldn’t imagine deciding how to choose!
Ali screamed out, “I’m cummmming,” and as I turned to look at her, her pelvis was spasming and she made beautiful grunting noises as she orgasmed.
Sarah was caressing my thighs while the egg buzzed away.
“Nice?” Sarah asked Ali, grinning big.
“Unbelievable. Sorry to interrupt. Soooo good,” she said almost sleepily.
“You guys are a lot of fun,” Sarah said, chortling a bit. “How are you doing, Elle?”
“Really great,” I said huskily, my legs spread wide open.
“Ok, so let me show you how it would work if you decided to wear it around. Where are your panties?” Sarah asked.
“Over there next to Ali, on the day bed,” I replied, caressing my clit, and so close to cumming. Ali was caressing herself again, obviously insatiable.
Sarah got up and retrieved the panties. “Stand up.”
I did so and she held the panties at my feet so I could step into them. She helped route the wire over the waist band and said, “So you could have the control unit in your pants pocket or if you have a dress on, you could clip the control unit to the waist band of your panties, as long as the dress is sort of loose at that point. It’s a kick to go shopping with this on or go to work or whatever. I wore one at dinner last night. I came several times.”
I was delirious with desire and could hardly stand up in a stable way.
Sarah noticed this and asked, “Do you need to come, dear? It looks like you’re pretty aroused.”
I nodded yes and slipped the panties down and kicked them off. I sat down on the exam chair and picked up the Pocket Rocket. I spread my legs and started buzzing it on my clit. Sarah sat in front of me and started caressing my things. “Let me see you come, Elle,” she said.
I was furiously focusing the Rocket on my clit. I had untied the top of my smock to access my breasts and was caressing my nipples. Sarah started caressing (or was it tickling?) my perineum and my anus, very lightly. It was sending me over the top.

Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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When Hannah was alive she was a real danger to my life. She nearly killed me so many times that I lost count. Now she is dead I thought I was safe. Now I’m not so sure …
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Hannah was a big girl. I’m not that small but she was nearly a head taller and weighed nearly half as much again as I did. She was big but her weight was muscle.
At first the disparity in our sizes didn’t bother me. When we first met I was more attracted by the way she dressed. She wore large flowing skirts that moved even when she was standing still. When we danced her skirts flared around me. I could just see over her shoulder when dancing but the other dancers kept clear. A collision with Hannah might be painful.
When we had met a few times I asked her out. She was fun to be with and had a great sense of humour. Gradually we became a couple and we spent most of our time together. Hannah was sometimes embarrassingly affectionate and clung to me as if I was a lifeline. I thought that this was because she had lost her parents when she was in her teens and had no living relations. Apart from me she was totally alone in the world. With me, she shared my circle of friends and met my relations.
There was one incident shortly after we became lovers that disturbed me. In retrospect I saw it as the first sign that something was wrong with our relationship. At the time it was just a trivial incident that seemed a variation of our love making.
We were out for the evening at a friend’s birthday party. We expected it to be crowded and that there would be no dancing. Hannah wore an evening dress that she liked but was very different from her usual party clothes. The dress was a long sheath of nylon lined jersey/lycra mix in a faintly shimmering lilac. The long sleeves were satin in a deeper lilac. The dress had a fairly high neckline and long back zip. It fitted Hannah so closely that I had to zip it up for her. I have described the dress in such detail because of its importance in the later events.
Hannah looked wonderful in that dress. It emphasised her curves without making her look as large as she is. But that evening she damaged it. We were leaving the party and coming down the steps from the front door. Hannah missed her footing and stumbled. I was slightly in front of her. I caught most of her weight but she pushed out her foot to regain her balance. The dress tore along a seam from hem to mid-calf.
“Oh s**t!” Hannah shouted.
She turned her head to look down at the damage.
“How bad is it, Simon?” she asked anxiously.
I peered at the tear.
“I can’t really tell in this light, Hannah. It looks as if the seam has split but we really need a closer look where we can see.”
“OK, Simon. Let’s go.”
We went back to her house. I unzipped the dress. I made coffee in the kitchen. Hannah went up to her bedroom and returned wearing a night-dress and carrying the evening dress over her arm.
“I think you are overdressed, Simon. I am only wearing a flimsy night-dress and you are fully dressed. That won’t do.”
She put the evening dress on the kitchen table and came towards me. We made a game of her stripping me as I tried to protect my modesty. We enjoyed ourselves. I was left with just my boxer shorts.
As we drank the coffee Hannah looked carefully at the tear in her evening dress. She showed it to me. The material had torn beside the seam. The lining was still intact but the repair would not be easy. Hannah started to pin the tear together but stopped.
“Simon, the flare of the lower skirt means I can’t see how this should go. Can you help?”
“Yes, Hannah, but how? I’m no good at sewing.”
“I want you to be a mannequin.”
“What?” I asked.
“I want you to put the dress on so I can see how the material hangs. Then I can tack it together and see if the damage is repairable.”
I took several minutes to persuade. After a few kisses and hugs I reluctantly agreed. The first attempt was a failure. I’m so much slighter than Hannah. My shoulders weren’t wide enough and the dress slipped to one side or the other. Hannah stood back and looked at me carefully before announcing:
“There is one way it might work …”
“There is?”
“I think so, Simon. We’ll get the dress off first.”
She unzipped me and started to lifted the dress. The nylon lining had stuck to me.
“Blast!” she said “I wear a long poly-cotton slip under this. I left it upstairs.”
She peeled the dress off and over my head. Then she closed the back zip and neck on the empty dress.
“Please turn with your back to me.” Hannah asked.
Then she threw the dress over my head and pulled it down firmly with my arms trapped inside the bodice. The nylon lining and the lycra mix squeezed my arms. I could wriggle my fingers but otherwise I was helpless. Hannah swung me round and kissed me.
“It won’t take long, Simon. Just stand still.”
She was wrong. The dress was far too long. The hem splayed around my feet. It was ankle length on Hannah when she wore heels.
Hannah pushed a kitchen stool into the centre of the kitchen. She lifted me on to it. The dress fell around the stool.
“Keep still.”
I did. There was no way I could save myself if I wobbled. Hannah tacked the tear with thread. She finished by snipping the end with her teeth.
“There. That should do. The tear won’t go any further. I’ll take it to the cleaners on Monday and ask them to repair it.”
She looked up at me.
“Now what shall I do with you? You deserve a reward.”
She picked me up, slung me over her shoulders and carried me up to her bedroom. She lowered me to the bed.
“Lie there and I’ll come to you.”
I didn’t have much choice. I might be able to roll off the bed but that was all.
Hannah took off her night-dress. She pulled my head between her naked breasts and rubbed them over my face. I tried to ask to be released but my open mouth was stuffed full of a breast. I relaxed and tongued the nipple. Hannah moaned happily and pushed her breast further in.
For the next few hours she used her breasts and pussy on my face. I worried that her movements became stronger as she climaxed over and over again. With each of her orgasms I was fiercely clamped to her.
In the early hours of the morning she peeled the now sweat-sodden dress of me before she rode me to release. I fell asleep wrapped by her legs and cradled against a breast.
Most of that night had been enjoyable but I faintly resented being so helpless and used by her. We resumed our normal lovemaking in the weeks that followed. My resentment gradually faded. The dress was mended but the damage was still faintly visible. Whenever she wore that dress I felt slightly uncomfortable without knowing why.
Hannah almost became part of my family but something held me back from making the final commitment of marriage. There was just something about Hannah, a small cloud on the horizon. I wanted to know her better before proposing. Now I know that the complete helplessness I had experienced when trapped in her evening dress was bothering me. Then it was just a vague unease.
She sensed my reluctance and suggested that I moved in with her for a trial period. We had spent weekends together and she was very persuasive. I agreed that we should try three months together. I let my flat for the summer holidays and moved into Hannah’s house which she had inherited from her parents.
We slept together in a massive four poster bed. It even had heavy red velvet curtains that we could draw to shut out daylight. That bed was our refuge from the world and a wonderful place to be until …
We had been living together for about a month when one night Hannah turned to me and said:
“Simon, tonight I’d like to try something different.”
“Yes, Hannah. What do you want to try?”
“I’d like to try some mild bondage.”
I must have shown some concern.
“Not on you, silly,” she said “on me. I’m so much bigger than you that I seem to be taking the initiative all the time. But if I were tied up then YOU would be in control. The idea excites me.”
“If that’s what you want, Hannah. If we are going to try bondage then we should have a control word so that you can let me know if you REALLY want to be released.”
“I suppose so, Simon.”
“I think it is essential. Any ideas for the word?”
“If we must. I presume it should be a word we wouldn’t normally use so there is no mistake?”
“Yes. I haven’t tried bondage before but an unusual word seems sensible.”
“OK. Then the word I want is succubus.”
“Succubus?” I queried “Isn’t that a female spirit that visits men at night and makes love to them?”
“Yes. I like the idea,” Hannah said.
“I’m not sure I do, but it is an unusual word.”
“OK, Simon. Then we’ll start. Use these.”
Hannah pulled some silk headscarves from under her pillow. I should have thought that it was very unusual for Hannah to want to be controlled by me. Our sex life was the other way round. She controlled me. We both liked breath play - on me. She breast smothered me; she sat on my face cutting my breathing off by stretching her labia over my nose; she even clamped my head with one arm forcing my mouth and nose in her armpit. It may sound odd that I enjoyed this but she did it gently and carefully, never going too far.
“Tie my hands to the bedposts, and my feet to the rail at the bottom,” Hannah asked.
I tried but I couldn’t. The scarves were too short for that large bed.
“Oh well, I suppose we’ll have to use my pantyhose.” said Hannah “I have some old pairs in that drawer over there. I should have thrown them away because they have snags or runs. They’ll do.”
The convenient pantyhose should have told me that Hannah was plotting something if I hadn’t realised before. There is a large difference between being tied up with scarves and with pantyhose. Knots in pantyhose lock tight and are very difficult to undo. Hannah didn’t keep worn or damaged clothing. The lilac evening dress was a rare exception. She threw anything away that had a flaw. Keeping old pantyhose just wasn’t in character.
Stupid me. I took her words at face value. I tied her up. We made love that evening with her lashed to the bed. I enjoyed riding her for a change and I thought she enjoyed it as well. I released her before we went to sleep. It took me nearly twenty minutes to unpick the knots in the pantyhose.
The next evening Hannah turned the tables.
“Tonight, Simon, I’d like to try tying you up. You had your turn in charge last night.”
The idea made me feel warm inside. I liked the breath play. I thought that the mild bondage would be an extension of that.
Before I had a chance to object Hannah had tied my wrists to the bedposts.
“The safe word is still succubus?” I asked tentatively.
“Yes, Simon,” Hannah said as she tied my feet.
“And you promise you will honour the safe word?” I insisted.
“Yes. I promise.”
“Hannah. I want a serious promise, please.” I pleaded.
“You are a bore sometimes, Simon. If it makes you happy - I promise on my soul that I will honour the safe word ’succubus’ and release you instantly. Happy now?”
“Yes Hannah.”
I was satisfied. Hannah had been a church-goer before her parents died. She still went to the major festivals.
She slowly stripped off her long black nylon night-dress. I watched expectantly. She climbed on the bed, pulling the night-dress into a long thin band. She stroked the end of the night-dress up my legs, across my growing erection and over my chest. It was so smooth and silky. I writhed in my bonds as that night-dress teased me.
Suddenly Hannah dropped a knee hard in my stomach. My mouth flew open as the air was expelled from my lungs. Hannah pushed the night-dress into my mouth and wrapped it tightly around before she tied it.
“Yes, Simon. The word is succubus. You can say it now.” she teased.
I couldn’t say a word. I could grunt faintly but no more.
Then the nightmare began. Hannah took breath play to a level I had never been before. She pulled my face deep into one of her soft breasts and held me there until my face turned bright red with lack of air. She did that again and again until I was constantly dizzy.
Then she facesat me. Not the tender considerate play it had been but her full weight flattening my face. She was excited and her juices soaked the night-dress gag. No air was getting in or out of my mouth. She held her pussy lips clamped over my nose until I was unconscious.
All that night I woke up to be smothered unconscious again. Hannah was ruthless. At the first sign of life I was attacked by breast or pussy until I fainted. I think that sometime during the night she had milked me dry. I wasn’t sure because so much of the time I was in a near coma.
I woke in the morning still tied to the bed. The pantyhose bonds had tightened around my wrists and were cutting off the blood supply to my hands where I had struggled vainly to free myself. There was no sign of Hannah. Whether she was there or not, I was helpless. The night-dress still gagged me silent.
Hannah came into the room fully dressed in a white v-neck t-shirt and a pastel blue flowing skirt.
“Good morning, Simon,” she said brightly. “Did you have a good night’s sleep? I enjoyed myself. Perhaps you didn’t?”
I shook my head.
“What a shame. Perhaps this will make up for it.”
Hannah straddled me. She bunched up her skirt and lowered her white pantied muff over my face. This time she was as gentle as she had been before last night. Despite myself I was aroused. Hannah’s hand reached behind her and grasped. I flinched but her hand caressed and squeezed lightly. This Hannah seemed so different from the woman who had brought me close to death so many times in the night.
Hannah swung round. Her thighs cradled my head as she opened her mouth to receive my erection. She sucked, licked and gently squeezed. In the blue light under her skirt I saw her white panties descend on my face. Slowly and lovingly she brought me close to orgasm before letting me subside again. After two or three close calls she let me cum in her soft sucking mouth.
She lifted herself off me and sat on the bed with my head resting in her lap. She stroked my head.
“Would you like to be free now?” she asked.
I nodded.
“OK.”
She untied the night-dress from my head and pulled it out of my mouth. I worked my jaw to get some feeling back. From the pocket of her skirt she produced a workman’s knife. She slashed the pantyhose around my wrists. I yelled at the pain of the blood returning to my hands. She stifled my yells with a fold of her skirt.
“Shh! Or I’ll gag you again. Keep quiet, Simon. Can you do that?”
I nodded as far as her hand would let me. She let her skirt drop away.
“I am disappointed, Simon. I have been kind and gentle for a month and you haven’t show any more signs of wanting commitment than you did a month ago. What do I have to do?”
I didn’t answer. What could I say? Last night had scared me. I was further away from commitment now. I had been really worried that Hannah might kill me.
Hannah held the knife with its point digging under my chin. I was uncomfortably aware that my ankles were still tied to the bed. I couldn’t get away. I tried to pull away but only sank deeper into Hannah’s lap.
“No.” Hannah said, moving the knife away “I don’t want blood on this light coloured skirt. I want you to decide one way or the other. You have a week. If you don’t decide then I will decide for you. You can get up now.”
She slashed through the pantyhose tying my ankles and stood up shutting the knife and putting it back in her skirt pocket.
She had made my decision easy. There was no way I wanted to be married to her. She was too dangerous. But I didn’t want to tell her to her face. I daren’t. I had nowhere to go. I tried to find somewhere to move but the earliest available was Friday. I had three successive nights to survive. I hoped that Hannah was satisfied and would be gentle until I decided.
The first night I made it clear that I didn’t want to be tied up. Hannah said nothing. Once in bed she pushed a pillow into my face and jumped on me. I struggled but she was too strong. Under her body I had little chance of resisting and the pillow gave me no chance of saying the safe word. She lashed my hands with a scarf.
She gagged me with her hand and reached for her panties. I tried to keep my mouth shut. She pinched my nostrils. She stuffed her panties in as I gasped. Hannah’s panties were not small and skimpy. They were attractive but took a lot of material. My mouth was painfully stretched before she wound pantyhose round and round my head trapping the panties.
“When I want you, Simon,” she hissed in my ear “I get you. You DON’T say no.”
I struggled vainly as she tied me securely with more pantyhose. She scissored my head between her legs while her hands grabbed between mine. Gentle she was not. She pinched, yanked and dug her fingernails in. I screamed soundlessly into her stifling panties.
She unclasped her legs. My head swam from rough handling and lack of air. I panted through my nose. Blurrily I was aware of a breast coming towards my face. Feebly I shook my head. Her hands grasped my ears and pulled my face deep into her soft enveloping breast. Despite the pain in my ears I struggled to escape or at least pull one nostril clear to breathe. I heard her laugh as she released an ear and locked an arm behind my head. That was the last I knew. I passed out.
I was vaguely aware that she smothered me again and again. In the morning I felt as if I had run until I could run no more. I was barely able to move even though I was not bound. My mouth was still full of Hannah’s panties. Slowly I eased the material out and lay back gasping.
Hannah treated me as if nothing had happened. I crawled around getting ready for work and feeling very battered. She was bright and breezy and full of life.
The second night I announced that I was sleeping in the spare bedroom. As I came out of the bathroom Hannah threw a double sheet over my head and buckled several of her belts round it, one gagging me. She carried me to her bedroom with my legs flailing in the air. Once she had tied my feet she unwrapped me to tie my hands. She gagged me effectively, this time with a nylon half slip held in with a cloth belt. She made sure that I could not say a word.
The care she took to gag me was my only shred of hope. She would not have taken such trouble unless she meant to honour the safe word - IF I could say it. She really enjoyed it when I ate her and the gags made that impossible. If I could persuade her to let me eat her just once? Then I could say the safe word. But how could I persuade her with my mouth silenced?
I tried, how I tried. Between her legs I nuzzled and stroked with my nose. I thought she was beginning to react but she dropped her full weight on my face and ground me to unconsciousness. The rest of that night was a blur until I woke in the morning to pull a sodden nylon slip from my mouth.
In the morning I felt as if I had just come to after a serious bout of flu. Yesterday morning had been like a hangover, serious but not life-threatening. Today I was as week as a newborn kitten. Hannah had to dress me. She fed me breakfast in bed. After the second cup of coffee I managed to stagger around the house and I drove to work automatically. I slept the whole lunch hour and had to be woken to get me back to work for the afternoon. I tried to find anywhere to sleep for that Thursday night. The hotels and bedsits were full and even my friends were either away or already sleeping people. I despaired.

I was halfway home when I saw her standing on the street with her thumb out. The closer I got, the slower I drove. She was tall, about five feet seven, with medium length black hair falling loosely about her shoulders. Her eyes were deep black. She was wearing a short skirt, a cutoff white t-shirt, and barefoot. Barefoot and pregnant, I thought. She was very, very pregnant, indeed. Her navel was exposed between the waistband of her skirt and the hem of her t-shirt. Her stomach was huge, with a foot of skin showing between the t-shirt and skirt. She had one tiny hand folded protectively against her, as if helping to hold her stomach up. I like pregnant women. Women who are expecting are the sexiest and most beautiful women in the world. Women at their most womanly—and she was as pregnant as any woman I’d ever seen. She stood there watching me drive toward her, one foot curled on top of the other, hips and shoulders cocked back to balance her enormous protruding belly.
I only looked at her stomach for a moment, though, before forgetting it entirely. Her tits were incredible. She wore no bra, and her teats swung loosely beneath her t-shirt as she moved towards my car. They were the size and shape of footballs, long, fat, and pointed. Her fist-sized aureole were clearly visible through the threadbare cotton—big dark puffs with long, baby-bottle nipples. The hem of the t-shirt dangled barely two inches below those fat faucets of hers, and almost a foot from the slope of her big belly.
I pictured what I would see if I was lying on the ground looking up under that t-shirt; two enormous globes, brown, full and bare to the nipples, resting on her swollen middle.
By the time I stopped beside her, my dick was harder than steel. She looked in the window, and said,
“Hi, mister—can I have a ride?” Her voice was sweet and childlike.
“Sure,” I said, trying to sound cool and calm. “Hop in.”
She did just that, and I almost came in my pants. Her tits flopped and waggled wildly as she yanked open the door and hopped in, landing on the seat hard enough to bounce twice.
She held her belly with both hands, and her huge jugs bounced upward high enough to give me a split second glimpse of their swollen lower curves. She turned and shyly smiled at me, while her tits were still bouncing, and wobbling.
I realized then why her dark nipples were so clearly visible. The t-shirt material at the tips of her tits were wet; it clung to her big knobs as if painted on, plastered stickily to her fat nips, clinging tight enough to let me examine the swollen veins that raced to her tight nipples, which stuck out from those big puffs like vienna sausages.
My mouth was literally watering. Her teats were so full, she was leaking milk. I realized I was staring, and quickly turned my gaze downward. It didn’t help. Her long legs were perfect, with big meaty thighs, and curvy calves, and she had the prettiest little bare feet I’d ever seen. She was wearing a slim gold ankle bracelet, something I’ve always found to be unbearably sexy, and she wore no toenail polish, which I also like. She wiggled her toes, as if she knew I was staring at her bare feet.
“My name’s Pamela—what’s yours?”
I was lost in those brown eyes, as soon as I looked at her.
“Uhh… Ralph,” I stuttered. My mouth was dry.
Did I mention her face? Plump, baby cheeks, and sweetly vulnerable, dimple on her chin, with big fat sensuous looking lips, and tiny turned up nose. She smiled.
“Thanks for stopping,” she said.
“How far do you want to go?” I asked. It was a question with obvious double meaning.
“As far as you’re going, Ralph,” She answered, with a sensuous smile.
“I really haven’t decided where I’m headed. I don’t suppose you know a place where I could stay for a day or two?”
I grinned. “I think that could be arranged.”
I glanced at her huge wet tipped tits. She looked down at her chest and gasped.
“Ooohh—I’ve soaked my shirt with milk!”
“It’s all right.”
“Oohh—but it’s so gross!”
“It’s ok—honest. Don’t worry about it,” I insisted.
“I think it’s kinda sexy to tell you the truth. Sexy and intimate.”
She slid over into my arms and hugged me hard. I felt her wet tits splat against me as she struggled to maneuver her big belly out of the way to hug me closer.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear a man say that,” she whispered into my chest. “I… well—I like giving milk. It makes me feel so very much female—also, very sexual.”
I put the car into gear, and drove down the road with Pamela by my side, the warm sweet smell of her milk surrounding us. Her big bare belly was so tempting that I couldn’t help stroking her taut brown skin gently, moving my hand in a circle round and round her outthrust navel.
She murmured with pleasure and pulled the hem of her t-shirt back just a bit to expose more of herself to my moving hand, and even stuck out her belly a little further for me.
“I like that,” she said, softly.
A drop of milk from her right teat dribbled onto the back of my hand as I petted her distended belly. I left it there. Pamela snuggled onto my shoulder and I petted her big pregnant belly all the way to the house. When we pulled up into the yard, she sat up with a start.
“Ohh, it’s so lovely!” she said.
She opened the door and was out of the car in seconds. My dog ran up to her, barking, and she squatted to pet him, and play with his ears.
I felt weak standing behind her watching. Her tits were so enormous, I could see both of them. She had to squat with her thighs splayed wide to make room for her belly, and her plump deep split ass cheeks seemed about to burst from under her skirt. The sides of her huge milkers peeked out from beneath the hem of her t-shirt as she bent forward, her breast flesh sliding out to either side beneath her arms.
She stood by putting her hands on the ground, and straightening her legs before standing upright. For a few seconds, she was standing with her legs straight, bent over at the waist, with her palms flat on the grass. Her huge belly hung down beneath her widespread legs and her huge dangling milkers swung loose and bare beyond it. Her two-inch teats almost touched the grass, jiggling wildy at the tips of her big blue-veined aureoles as she struggled to straighten up.
We went into the house, and she proceeded to make herself at home, hanging out with me in the kitchen as I prepared a light snack for us. I continued to sneak quick peeks at her enormously large breasts. Finally, she caught me looking, and shyly turned away from my gaze. I stopped making the sandwiches, and moved to her, folding my arms about her from behind.
“Pamela, I don’t want you to think that I brought you here to take advantage of you.” I said.
“If you don’t feel comfortable here, I can take you anywhere you want to go.”
“Oh, no, it’s not that,” she said, sincerely.
“I really like being here—it’s just that, well I’m already attracted to you, and I don’t want you to think I’m being coy with you.”
As she talked, her ass snuggled against my pelvis, as if trying to tell me what she really needed to feel. I returned the pressure, and my eight-inch cock jumped straight out, rock hard and ready for love. Pam grabbed my arms, and held herself closely against me, allowing me to grind my cock hard against her asscheeks. The only thing that kept me from impaling myself into her was my pants and her cutoff jeans.
“Don’t, not yet.” she hissed.
“Let that be dessert—I’ve got something for you to satisfy us for right now.”
With that, she pulled away from me and went to her knees, bringing her mouth in line with my bone hard dick. Pam unzipped my pants and pulled out my meat, gazing at it with obvious lust and desire.
She pulled it into her mouth and began to attack it with the need of a woman who has not been satisfied in some time, and is afraid to let this big one get away. Pam licked and sucked my cock, then licked underneath it to my balls and beyond. As I moaned with lust and thrust my dick hard into her mouth, Pam reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks into her, obviously dedicated to taking all of me down her throat. Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer, and the seeds of my cum erupted in Pamela’s mouth and swam down her throat. Pamela took all of it, and finally pulled away, licking with her tongue at the little bit of cum that had initially escaped her ravenous mouth.
“That was great, Ralph!” she exclaimed.
“But, I hope you kept some for later. I just love dessert, especially if it’s as great as what I’ve just eaten.”
“We’ll see,” I said, wondering what additional treats I was in for with this beautiful young woman. I was about to find out.
Pamela later snuggled up against my side as we watched TV.
“I’m really attracted to you Ralph,” she said softly during a commercial.
“Do you really like pregnant women?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said sincerely. She smiled and leaned her soft cheek against my shoulder as I stroked her belly.
“Then I’m going to tell you my most secret fantasy, something I’ve never ever told to anyone else.”
“I grew up on a dairy farm, and I spent a lot of time around cows. They were always treated so special because of the product they provided. The barns where they stayed were immaculate and fresh looking. The food they got was the best, and the care they received was constant and loving. What I loved most about them was the fact that they were such nurturing animals, giving their milk continuously. I guess I was a little jealous of them.”
“Now that I’m pregnant, I kind of feel like a cow myself. These big, heavy tits of mine are filled with milk, and the way they sway and wobble when I walk reminds me of a cow’s udders. My nipples are constantly leaking with milk and sometimes I have to squeeze streams of the warm fluid into a glass to ease the pressure. I love the way it tastes. Having my udders so full of milk makes me incredibly horny, and I masturbate more now than ever. I squeeze a puddle of milk into my palm and rub it into my hot pussy. Then I slowly slide my fingers along my crack, inserting the tip of my middle finger in my hole and wiggle it around. Then I move my middle finger up to my clit and use it to circle my love button until I have an orgasm.”
“My favorite fantasy while I’m masturbating is that I’m back on the farm, and I’m led out to the milking barn with the rest of the cows. I have my own stall where I kneel down and the dairy hand attaches milking tubes to each of my swollen nipples. He turns on the automatic milking machine and the tubes start sucking the milk from my full tits. I moan in helpless ecstasy as the machine pulls the milk from my nipples. The dairy hand moves behind me to lift my skirt over my ass and expose my bare cheeks.”
“As the sucking on my nipples becomes more and more intense, he runs his hands over my ass, and slowly pokes a finger in my asshole, slowing pushing it in and out while he lowers his head and runs his wet tongue all over my ass-cheeks. I desperately want him to slide his long cock in my asshole, but he’s determined to tease me first.”
“He stands in front of my face with his hard cock in his hand. he turns the milking machine on high and then shoves his cock in my mouth. As the machine hums loudly, draining my tits, he shoots his sticky load into my mouth. I swallow it eagerly, then he moves behind me again with his cock still hard, and slides it into my asshole. As he fucks my desperately tight anus with long, slow strokes, he makes me moo like a cow and shoots his second load deep in my ass just as my cunt erupts in a tremendous orgasm.”
After the movie was over Pamela asked if she could have a bath.
“Sure,” I said. “Help yourself–I’ll see if I can find you something to wear afterward.”
“This is really embarrassing,” she said, her face red.
“But I’m so big, I’m going to need your help getting into the tub. Do you mind?”
“Sure,” I said, trying not to sound too eager. What was I getting into? Whatever it was, I knew it was going to be fun.
I started the hot water running into the tub. Pam shucked out of her clothes without looking at me, her face burning. I feasted my eyes on the sight of her bare belly, great curving expanses of honey skin, and dark, pink nipples with prominent veins—and her teats, her unbelievably long titty tips, fat sausage shaped milk-givers that I longed to suck on. They stuck out in two different directions, pointed down and slightly forward. I looked at Pamela’s hands; her nipples were almost as big as her thumbs.
She bent to pull down her panties, and her tits swung almost to the floor, flopping and dangling, loose and heavy; when she straightened up, I saw her hairy pussy. Her mound was densely covered with brown curly hair, plump, soft and vulnerable beneath her overhanging belly.
The cleft of her pussy looked so tender and pretty, I reached forward and stroked the hairy skin of her mound with my fingertips. Then I looked at her face.
She smiled softly and spread her tiny bare feet a little further apart on the floor. All she was wearing was her ankle bracelet. As she bent forward, I knelt down behind her, and sucked the lips of her clitoris deeply into my mouth. She sighed with obvious delight.
I took her into my arms and kissed her neck, holding this beautiful naked woman as close as I could, I stroked her fat bare buttocks, grabbing and squeezing her meaty ass, and sliding my fingers up and down the crack. I stroked her bare back, and slid my hands around to cup her tits.
Her tits were so huge, I couldn’t have held one in my hand. Her fat aureoles almost filled one hand. I lifted and stroked her breasts, then held them both together to make a foot-and-a-half of cleavage.
Pam nuzzled my cock, then stepped gracefully into the tub, one small hand resting on her belly in that same gesture she used on the road.
She turned to face me, naked and radiant.
“Wash me,” she said with a shy smile.
What followed was indescribable. I soaped her all over, discarding the towel after only a few strokes, and used my bare hands. It was incredibly sensuous. Bathing her, pregnant and naked; soaping her swollen brown belly and fondling her slick soapy tits, feeling her huge milkers slip and flop heavily in my hands, feeling her slippery, rubbery nipples in my soapy palms. I had her squat in the tub as I soaped her quivering hairy crotch.
I thoroughly explored between her legs with my hands, and soaped her intimate, split-open ass-crack, her tiny, spasming asshole, her plump mound, and surprisingly fat pussylips with my slick insinuating fingers. I soaped her up inside her pussy, twisting two fingers between her fat lips as she gasped and bit her lips in unrestrained pleasure.
“Ooh, yeah, soap me good up there,” she whispered tensely.
I found the taut knob of her clit at the top of her pussy, and started soaping it rapidly, running my thumb around and around her swollen cum button.
“This little bump is really dirty,” I said into her ear as she clung to me and gasped. “I’d better wash it real good.”
“Ooh, yeah, oh, yeah, wash it real good…
“Real good, real good, really good! Re-ally g-g-o-od!!”
I couldn’t see what I was doing since I had to reach under her stomach to work, but I could feel her hot clit growing fatter between my fingers. I slipped a finger or two up into her slick pussy hole from time to time as I milked and popped her slippery clit expertly.
She was shivering and jerking, when she said, “Lean back a little.”
I moved back, watching. She leaned over the side of the tub, lifted her tits into her little hands, one at a time, then let them each flop over the side of the tub. She reached down to her own crotch with both hands, and rested her weight against the side of the tub.
Her tits were dangling free, swinging from the overhang of the tub. They swung down more than a foot, her long, fat teats pointing at the floor.
“Milk me, baby,” she said. “Milk me like a fucking cow. Yank on my nipples until I give milk.”
Both of her hands were still out of sight, but I knew she was holding her cunt open with one hand, and teasing her clit with the other.
My dick was sticking out bare, as swollen as her tits. It throbbed visibly, and clear pre-cum fluid was leaking copiously from the tip. I jacked off for a few moments as I watched her adjust her big, dangling tits over the edge of the tub.
I couldn’t believe how far they hung down. She smiled at me, her huge brown eyes half closed and smoky, and shook her shoulders. Those enormous, dangling jugs danced and waggled for my pleasure. Her tits were so incredibly huge and heavy, I couldn’t believe it.
I let go of my dick and hefted them in my palms, sliding my fingers over the long, rubbery teats. They kind of vibrated as I fanned my fingers over them and made them pop back and forth. Pamela bit her lips and hissed as I tweaked her nipples. Her aureoles were dark and swollen with the blue veins throbbing visibly under the delicate skin. Her oversized titty tips looked bigger than vienna sausages now, two inches long and thicker than my thumbs. As I stared, a thick creamy drop of milk appeared at the tip of each one.
“Come on ‘daddy,’ milk me. Milk me off.”
Pam looked intently into my eyes, as if gauging my reaction to her calling me ‘daddy.’
“Can I call you ‘daddy?’” she asked. “I’ve felt the urge to, since we got here this afternoon, and I really wanna feel like that, while I’m here.”
“I wanna feel like you’re my daddy, and you made this baby in my stomach, too. I feel so much like a little nasty girl, so very erotic when I think that I’m carrying daddy’s baby. I know we’re only playing, but can you be my ‘daddy’ for now?”
How could I resist her request, in her little girl way, wanting ‘daddy’ to be her lover?
“Of course, baby,” I said. “‘Daddy’ will be everything you want him to be, tonight.”
“Then, milk me, ‘daddy.’ milk my wet titties. Later on, you can fuck my little pussy, and feel the baby with your cockhead.”
She shook her shoulders again, and closed her eyes, and her tits waggled temptingly. Drops of milk flew. She was ready!
I started at the top of each tit, circling my hands around her huge breasts and pulling down on the whole thing. She moaned and urged me on as I grabbed her tits up high and pressed downward, over and over, kneading her huge jugs toward her distended nipples, I squeezed and pulled on her tit meat, trying to work her milk down into those huge knobs.
As I worked her tits, they grew more and more distended, more and more swollen; they looked like they were about to burst with the pressure of her hot tit milk. Milk was drooling lightly from her nipples, two thin lines of white fluid leaking from long teats, spraying continuously into the carpet.
She was shuddering, her hands working at her crotch as I worked her milk further and further down, and her tits took on more of a pear shape as I pulled with both hands at her heavy milkers. She was whimpering, her lips clinched closed, with her eyes shut tight, masturbating furiously as her huge, engorged tits swung free over the already milk puddled floor.
“Please, ‘daddy’” she gasped, “Please.”
I put my hands over her huge aureoles, letting her long, fat nipples protrude between my fingers. She was breathing rapidly, gasping in anticipation.
“Come on, come on,” she whispered. “Jack me off, ‘daddy.’” She was desperate to have her milk squirted out.
I squeezed her sensitive titty tip in my fists. I wadded up her distended nipples in my hands as if milking a cow, then twisted back and forth on the ends of her milk swollen tits. She screamed a long, undulating howl, and She started cumming.
She leaned back in the tub, trying to pull her tits from my grasp, but I held on. They stuck out straight, stiff with milk. Her big belly was pumping as she gasped for air. Her pelvis tilted forward and her hands moved even more rapidly at her crotch.

I held my breath and closed one eye as I slowly drew my arm back, feeling the smooth wood gliding easily over my hand. Keeping my vision intently locked, the pool cue shot forward, striking the white ball sending it rolling across the table.
“Come on!” I muttered to myself as the cue ball just nicked the 8-ball sending it rolling towards the corner pocket.
The room went silent as the black ball butted against both sides of the pocket before coming to rest precariously on the edge of the green felt.
“Damn,” I stated plainly, letting the pool cue slide through my hands, bouncing off the hardwood floor.
“Oooh, tough break buddy!” Will said with a laugh before taking a long swig from his beer.
“Oh yeah, laugh it up!” I responded, taking a seat on one the tall wooden stools lining the wall of the room. “Your the one with two balls still on the table.”
“Ha! Not for long.” he said in a cocky tone as he eyed up his next shot.
As Will inspected the placement of the balls on the pool table, I looked over at my girlfriend April, who was sitting quietly on one of the stools sipping her beer. I was sure she was bored out of her mind and all I wanted to do was hurry up and finish off Will so I could get my money and take her home.
“Are you okay?” I asked, placing a concerned hand on her knee.
April nodded before taking another drink of her beer.
“I’m sorry this is taking so long,” I continued. “We’ll be done in a minute and then we can go.”
“It’s okay,” she assured me, in a soft, shy voice. “I don’t mind.”
I smiled and leaned over to give her a quick peck on the lips before turning my attention back to the game.
“Seven in the side, three in the opposite side, and then a bank off the end with the eight in the corner pocket.”
“Are you kidding me?” I scoffed, laughing at Will’s ridiculous call. “That’s impossible!”
“Oh it’s possible”, he said confidently, finishing off his beer.
“Whatever man,” I countered, waving my hand in dismissal. “Go for it.”
“In fact..” he continued. “I’m even willing to throw down another hundred on it.”
“I think you’ve had one too many,” I said, shaking my head and motioning to the side where a fair number of empty beer bottles had collected.
“What’s the matter? Will asked, poking me with the butt end of his cue. “Scared?”
“I just don’t want you to lose any more money than you already have. And besides…All the money I brought is already sitting on the table.”
I motioned to the large stack of bills sitting on the edge of the pool table.
Will looked at the money, biting his lip in contemplation.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said after a moment of thought. “I’ll put in another hundred and you can throw something else into the pot.”
“Like what?” I asked skeptically.
Will didn’t say a word, but instead glanced over to the side of the room where April was sitting. It took me a moment to realize what he was insinuating, but I was shocked at his unspoken request.
“No fucking way!” I blurted out. “I am not wagering my girlfriend on a game of pool!”
“Why not?” Will said raising his arms into the air. “You said I have no chance of winning anyways!”
I glanced over at April, who appeared to be just as shocked as I was.
“Come on!” Will pressed, turning his attention to my girlfriend. “You don’t mind do you sweetheart? Damon can take you out for a nice fancy dinner with all the money he’ll win.”
“Umm, I don’t think so,” she replied, continuing to sip nervously on her beer.
I then watched as Will took out a hundred dollar bill and laid it down on the table. I eyed the stack of bills and began to ponder the implications if such a bet was to be made.
“Are you guys sure?” He asked. “Last chance.”
I turned to my girlfriend.
“You know,” I began. “The chances of him winning are pretty slim.”
April’s eyes widened with amazement.
“You want to do it?” she spat. “You want to bet me?”
“There’s no danger of losing,” I reasoned. “We’re already going to win two hundred and fifty bucks. We might as well collect another hundred.”
“And what if you lose!?”
“I won’t lose! I promise!”
I was surprised at myself. I never thought in a million years I would be trying to convince my girlfriend to let me bet her on a pool game.
“Fine!” she snapped, crossing her arms in an angry pout. “Just get it over with.”
“So do we have a deal?” Will asked, beaming with optimism.
I looked at April one more time, giving her a reassuring glance before I answered.
“Yes,” I said solemnly. “It’s a deal.”
“Good.” he exclaimed, sauntering back over to the table to prepare for his final shot. “Although there is one more thing.”
“What?” I asked, getting more than a little annoyed at Will’s antics.
“I want her ass.”
“What?” April and I both shouted in unison.
“You heard me,” Will reiterated. “I wont touch her pussy but I want that sweet little ass of hers.”
“But April doesn’t even take it in the ass!”
“That’s the point,” he said with a smile. “I’ll get to be her first.”
“I don’t think so man,” I stated bluntly. “That’s taking it a bit too far.”
I could tell by the horrified expression on April’s face that she thought so as well.
“Oh what’s the big deal? he continued. “It’s a moot point since the chances of me winning are so small anyways!”
“Okay fine, whatever!” I finally blurted out, exasperated. “Just do it!”
“Damon!” April scolded, hissing through angrily clenched teeth.
“We can bet whatever he wants babe! He wont win!”
“So it’s settled then?” Will asked, hopefully.
I looked to my girlfriend for a final confirmation. She was sitting arms crossed, eyes narrowed glaring at the two of us.
“Yes,” she said softly, keeping her glare fixed on me. “It’s settled.”
Will smiled and leaned over the table to eye up his shot. Suddenly there was so much more at stake and I could feel my heart beat faster. April also appeared to be nervous as she quickly downed the rest of her beer. Will, on the other hand, seemed perfectly calm as he began to slide the cue back and forth over his hand. I held my breath as he pulled back one final time before striking the cue ball, sending it rolling across the table.
The shimmering white ball struck dead center between two balls that were resting together in the middle of the table sending each one rolling to the side. To my surprise they both dropped into the pockets on opposite sides of the table, while the cue ball continued on its way, bouncing off the far end.
“Come on, come one!” Will muttered as the ball rolled slowly across the smooth green felt.
“Oh Fuck,” I groaned quietly as the ball made its way straight towards the pocket.
It was then that the world seemed to stop and the room fell deathly quiet as the ball teetered on the edge for a split second…before falling down into the leather pouch.
I was stunned and dumbfounded, staring at the table and trying to process what had just happened. Will let out a victorious howl and jumped ecstatically into the air. I swallowed hard and dropped my head into my hands. Not only had I lost a fair amount of money, but I had also lost my girlfriend to Will’s perverted pleasures.
“Damon!” April screeched, glaring at me with daggers in her eyes. “You said you couldn’t lose!”
“Fuck!” I cursed, throwing my pool cue to the ground. “It was impossible! I can’t fucking believe it!”
“Oh, I can,” Will said beaming with enthusiasm. “And I can’t wait to collect my prize!”
“Fuck that!” I countered. “I’ll just pay you the money when I get it.”
“Oh no, no, no,” he scolded, shaking his head. “We made a deal. Everyone agreed, including your sweet little April. I put a lot of money on the line and now I want what’s owed.”
My girlfriend’s face was contorted in a look of absolute horror as Will strolled towards her.
“Come on man,” I pleaded. “I’ll pay you double what you bet. She’s not ready for that.”
“She’s not ready? he asked, shooting me a devious glare. “Or you’re not ready?”
My fist clenched in anger as he threw an arm around April, pulling her tightly to him. Her arms were crossed firmly across her chest like they often are in uncomfortable situations. And this was definitely an uncomfortable situation.
“Don’t worry,” Will said, assuringly. “I’ll be gentle.”
I knew then that there would be no way of getting out. When Will set his mind to something, he always followed through, and I knew he had been eyeing April for a while. I cast my girlfriend an apologetic look as my heart sank with resignment.
“Damon,” she said, her voice softening. “You’re not going to actually let this happen are you?”
I just shrugged my shoulders and tried to keep my eyes away from Will’s pretentious grin.
“Sorry babe,” I said with genuine concern. “I don’t know what else to do. He won fair and square.”
It looked as though April was about to cry although I could tell she was trying very hard not to. Her lip was quivering and she was fidgeting nervously as Will hugged her with mock concern.
“So are you two love bird’s done yet?” Will asked unsympathetically. “Because the sooner you get finished with this little scene, the sooner I can get into this sweet little ass.”
With that, he reached down and gave her ass a sensual squeeze causing my blood to boil with resentment. April shifted uncomfortably and took a step away.
“Now?” I asked with surprise. “You want to do it now?”
“Why not?” Will asked, with a shrug of his shoulders. “Now’s as good a time as any.”
I looked to April, who was also more than a little put off by Will’s eagerness.
“What do you say sweet cheeks?” he asked with smile. “Should we get this show on the road?”
My girlfriend cast me one last look before answering.
“Fine,” she replied quietly. “Let’s just get it over with.”
“Alright!” Will exclaimed, clapping his hands. “I’ll be right back. I just need to run upstairs and grab something. Don’t go anywhere.”
With that, he took off up the stairs, leaving me and April alone in the large room. As soon as he left I could feel the tension.
“April..I’m…” I began to say, reaching out to touch her arm.
“Don’t!” she snapped, cutting me off and slapping away my hand. “I can’t believe you did this!”
“I’m sorry!” I pleaded. “What do you want me to do?”
A few seconds passed and April’s look of scorn soon turned softened into one of sadness.
“Damon?” she asked. “Are you still going to want to be with me after this?”
“Of course,” I answered quickly. “Why would you ask that?”
“I’m just afraid that you’ll see me as a slut or something.”
“Don’t worry,” I assured, leaning in to giver a soft kiss. “Nothing will change. I promise.”
April then threw her arms around me and kissed me back, holding me tightly for a long while as a thousand thoughts swam threw my head. How would I feel after it happens? Would I be able to look at her the same way? I quickly dismissed all thoughts and turned my attention back to the girl in my arms.
She was quite beautiful and I felt extremely lucky to be with her. In fact, she was everything I looked for in a girl. She had shimmering dirty blonde hair which contrasted perfectly with her well tanned skin. Her face was gorgeous, possessing a quiet confidence that went well with her shy demeanor. Her five foot three frame was, at then moment, perfectly fitted into a white low cut top and a tight pair of black capri pants which she always preferred to wear. Nobody else seemed to mind either, as they always exemplified her cute little round ass.
After a minute long embrace April released her grip on me and walked over to the fridge.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I think if this is going to happen…” she replied. “I’m going to need another drink.”
April drank fast and was already sucking the last drops from her beer bottle when Will returned.
“Found it!” he said cheerfully, holding up a bottle of lubricant. “Haven’t used this stuff in a while.”
I just nodded, not feeling up for any kind of conversation at that point.
“So I think we should set some ground rules,” April suggested as Will checked the expiry date on the lube. “Just to avoid any…unwanted incidents.”
“Don’t worry,” Will said, with a nonchalant wave of his arm. “I’n not going to try anything weird. Just step up the table and we’ll get started.”
I couldn’t imagine what April was thinking about just then as Will took her hand and led her over to the pool table. That last beer had calmed her nerves a bit but I could tell she was still more than a little uncomfortable with the prospect of losing her anal virginity. Trembling like a leaf, she rested her hands gingerly on the green felt as Will came up behind her, towering over her small frame.
“Let’s get those pants off,” he coaxed, reaching down to run his hands over her ass.
April swallowed hard, and turned to give me one final sorrowful glance before reaching down and unbuttoning her fly. Will was standing extremely close to her gazing downwards with a look of pure lust. As her zipper descended, he smiled and extended his hands to help her wrestle her tight pants down over her hips.
“Mmmm,” he moaned approvingly as April’s pants slid down her smooth legs to come to rest on the floor around her ankles, leaving her standing in only a pair of little white cotton panties.
I took a seat, feeling a strange tingling sensation in my stomach. My heart was racing, and to my surprise, my dick was hard as a rock. I took a deep breath and continued to watch the scene unfold before me.
Will placed a hand on April’s back, gently prompting her to bend over. Fully compliant, she slid her hands across the felt table coming to rest, completely bent over and waiting nervously. At that moment I could not explain the feelings I was experiencing. I was stuck somewhere between arousal and jealousy and It was driving me crazy!
“Damn girl,” Will exclaimed, groping my girlfriend’s ass though her panties. “I can’t wait to sample a piece of this!”
“Well then hurry up then!” April scolded, clenching her teeth with impatience.
Will just laughed and continued to take his time, savoring every moment. I shifted in my seat, reaching down to adjust me dick which was straining uncomfortably against my pants. Silently, I scolded myself for getting turned on by seeing my girlfriend in a such a state of vulnerability while another guy prepared to have his way with her.
Slowly and deliberately, Will began to slide April’s little white panties down her smooth, supple ass. Her body was rigid with tension as she was finally fully exposed as she stood, bent over the pool table. I could hear her groan with apprehensiveness and bury her face in her arms as she tried to hide from the embarrassing situation. Her uncomfortableness only made Will happier and he grinned from ear to ear as he pulled her underwear down around her knees.
“Oh yeah,” he muttered quietly, placing both hands on her naked flesh and feeling the firmness of her ass.
April stiffened at his touch, cringing as she felt his hands on her bare, naked flesh. I was on edge as well, my foot tapping nervously as Will peered down at my exposed girlfriend with eyes full of lust.
“Come on honey,” he urged, reaching down to unzip his pants. “Spread that ass for me.”
April lifted her head from her arms and glanced back at him over her shoulder with a look of pure distaste.
“I’m not doing that,” she scowled.
“Just do it,” Will ordered, a little more sternly.
At first it looked at though April was going to continue to protest, but her scowling visage soon softened into a blank submissive stare as she shamefully reached back with both hands, gripping the smooth skin of her ass cheeks. I found myself leaning over in my chair to get a better look as she gently peeled back her fleshy cheeks, fully exposing herself to Will’s hungry eyes.
“Mmmm,” he moaned in satisfaction as he fumbled with his belt, his eyes now glued to April’s perfect pink asshole. “That’s it baby. A little wider.”
April closed her eyes as if trying to block out the whole situation as she obeyed submissively and pried her ass open even wider. The whole scene looked so dirty, I could feel my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. Indiscreetly, I reached down and adjusted myself, pulling my swollen erection to one side of my pants, allowing some relief as I continued to watch. Will’s belt made a loud ‘clink’ sound as it hit the floor along with his pants, which he promptly kicked to the side. He then pulled off his underwear, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on my girlfriend’s lewdly spread ass.
“Damn, Damon,” he exclaimed as he squirted some of the lubricant into the palm of his hand. “Your girl has the most perfect little asshole I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe you’ve never fucked this thing. If she was mine I’d have my cock up her ass every night!”
The truth was that I had tried numerous times but April had always refused. Now I was sitting idly by as my girlfriend was about to be anally deflowered by another guy. A wave of envy slowly crept over my body as I watched Will slather lube up and down the shaft of his hard, outstretched dick. He then reached down and spread some of the slippery fluid over April’s tight little star. At first she winced at the touch of the cold substance, but soon relaxed enough to allow him to even push his thumb inside her. After a few seconds of thumb fucking her ass he pulled his digit out and took a hold of his thick, wet cock.
Staring intently, Will stepped forward and rubbed the head of his dick down April’s ass crack, coming to rest at the entrance to her tiny, private hole. I noticed my girlfriend holding her breath as she braced herself for what was about to come. Will’s brow furrowed with concentration as he pressed his swollen cock head against her virgin rosebud. April gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly and bit her bottom lip as her tiny pink buttthole began to stretch to accommodate Will’s invading dick. His look of concentration soon turned to one of extreme pleasure as her tiny hole proceeded to slowly swallow his thick cock.
“Ugghhh,” April cringed, biting her lip as she felt her virgin hole being violated for the first time.
Will smiled and placed a hand on her lower back, leaning in to feed more of his meat into my girlfriend’s ass. In my position I could see perfectly as he slid further into her hole, eliciting more whimpering from April’s tightly pursed mouth. Her body trembled as she let go of her ass cheeks and buried her face into her arms, muffling her painful groans.
“Fuck, you’re tight!” Will exclaimed, reaching down to spread her ass cheeks, savoring the view of half of his cock firmly embedded in April’s asshole.
As he continued to work his way into my girlfriend’s butt, I found myself leaning in to get a better view of the vulgar scene. As I watched, Will grasped her hips and forced the rest of his dick inside her, causing her to bite her own arm to keep from crying out. His hips were now pressed firmly against her luscious ass with his cock firmly embedded inside her anus.
“Where’s my dick April?” Will asked, giving her firm ass cheek a light slap. “Tell me where my dick is.”
April raised her head as if confused before receiving another slap. This one was a bit harder and caused her to wince, although she offered no objection.
“Where’s my dick?” he repeated.
“I..In…my…ass.”
“Tell me you like it!”
“I..I..like it,” she stammered, apparently getting used to the feeling.
“Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”
The room was filled with silence as April shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly the silence was broken by another loud ’slap’ as Will brought his hand down on her reddened ass once again. Slowly she turned to me, staring into my eyes as she whimpered the words.

It was 5:30 Thursday afternoon when Roger Hancock walked into Megan Bishop’s office.
“Yes, Roger?” she said to her 28 year-old mailroom clerk, not even looking up from her work. “I thought you’d left for the day.”
Miss Bishop had everything a woman could want – money, power, good looks, great figure. She was president of The Bishop Company, doing what was generally perceived as a stellar job running the business she’d inherited from her father. She was well respected by her peers and envied by everyone else. By everyone, that is, except her employees, by whom she was universally loathed.
Irritated at the interruption, she finally looked up from her desk. “Out with it, Roger. I haven’t got all day.”
Roger tossed a 9 inch by 12 inch brown envelope onto his boss’s desk and took a seat in the chair facing her large mahogany desk. He said nothing.
“I see we’ve got an attitude this afternoon,” she said as she grabbed the envelope, growing rapidly more irritated with each passing moment. She opened it, spilling its contents – two pieces of paper and a CD – onto her desk. She picked up the first piece of paper and started reading.
It took about ten seconds for the look on her face to turn from irritation to shock, and another few seconds to turn from shock to fear. She set the first paper down and picked up the second. Thirty seconds later she set that one down, rose from her chair and closed and locked her office door.
When she sat down, her hands were shaking. Her voice cracked slightly when she spoke. “Just what is it you want, Roger?”
“First of all, I just want to make sure you completely understand the situation. Everything in your envelope is a copy of what I’ve already sent to my attorney. The first paper is a letter instructing my attorney to turn a sealed envelope containing the second paper and the CD over to the authorities in the event anything happens to me. The second paper is an overview of the facts. The CD, as you no doubt guessed, contains the proof.
“Any questions so far?”
Miss Bishop shook her head. “No,” she whispered.
“You do know that you could spend several years in prison for this, don’t you, Miss Bishop?”
Megan Bishop nodded her head. “Yes,” she said weakly.
Roger rose to his feet, circling the large desk. He stopped behind his boss’s chair, resting his hands on her shoulders. He could feel her tense up, but she made no move to stop him.
“But I’ll bet you never thought it would happen, did you?
“No,” she whispered.
He removed his hands from her shoulder, eased around her chair and sat down on the edge of the desk, his left leg resting against the arm of her chair.
“Now, for what I want. In a nutshell, Miss Bishop, I intend to own you like a master owns a slave. If I feel like humiliating you, I will. If you’re bad, I’ll punish you. In fact, I’ll probably punish you if you’re not bad, just because I can.
“The bottom line is you now belong to me. I can and will do whatever I please with you.”
He paused for a moment. “The funny thing is my initial instinct after discovering your little secret was to just overlook it. If you weren’t such a bitch to all your employees, that’s probably what I would have done. But the fact is, you are a bitch, and for that, you’re going to pay – one way or another.”
She looked into his eyes, her fear quite evident. But from somewhere, she found the resolve to make a stand.
“Mr. Hancock,” she said in a firm voice as she rose to her feet. “This is a cute little game, but it’s over. Now if you don’t mind, I’ll thank you to get out of my office. And while you’re at it, clear out your desk. You won’t be working here any longer.”
“Have it your way,” he smiled, reaching into his pocket to pull out his cell phone. “I’ll just make a quick phone call first, though.”
“What are you doing?” she challenged, her voice lacking the firmness it had possessed only a moment earlier.
He dialed a few numbers. “Just calling my attorney,” he smiled. “Did I tell you he’s my cousin?”
A look of panic covered her face. “Wait. Don’t do that.” She reached for the hand that held the phone. “You win. I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Bernie,” he said into the phone, brushing her hand away as he rose to her feet. “This is Roger. Can you hold on for just a second?”
He turned to Miss Bishop, covering the mouthpiece with his hand. “Anything?”
She nodded her head quickly. “Anything!”
“Okay,” he said, nodding his head. “Listen Bernie, I’m sorry to bother you, but I’ve just solved my problem.” He hesitated as his cousin said something, then laughed lightly. “Okay, you got it. I’ll call you later.” He closed the flip-phone, ending the call.
He looked at his boss, examining his new toy closely. She was an attractive woman of 35 years with wavy blonde hair that flowed just to her shoulders. She was slightly above average in height, sporting a figure that most women 10 years her junior would die for. She was dressed today in khaki slacks and a brown sleeveless sweater. The jacket that went with the outfit was hanging on the back of the door.
“First of all, from now on you are to call me sir. Understand?”
Megan nodded her head. “Yes.”
“What did you say?” Roger shot back threateningly.
“I mean yes, sir. I understand,” she corrected hastily.
“That’s better,” he smiled. “Now, we’ll begin our new relationship with a spanking.”
“What?” she gasped, taking a step back. “There’s no way that’s going to happen.”
Even as she spoke, however, she knew her protest was in vain. That knowledge was born out when Roger once again reached for his cell phone.
“Okay,” she said immediately. “You win.” But when Roger cocked his head inquiringly, still holding the phone, she added a hasty “sir.”
Roger nodded his approval, finally putting the phone away. “Slide your pants and panties down to your knees and put your elbows on the desk,” he said, clearly enjoying the game.
Megan stepped back with a gasp, bumping into her credenza. “But …” she started to say. She never finished her thought, knowing from the look in her subordinate’s eyes that any protest would be futile. Still, she made no move to comply.
Roger shook his head slowly, stepping in front of her. He moved his hands to the front of her slacks. “If you’d prefer, I can do it for you.”
“No, sir,” she replied, moving her hands quickly to replace his. And then, finally realizing that there was no way out of her predicament, she began undoing her belt.
Roger stepped back, watching as the belt was undone, the button released and the zipper lowered. He then heard Miss Bishop take a deep breath as she began pushing down the pants, revealing a lacy pair of panties in the process.
Once the pants were around her knees she straightened up, looking into Roger’s eyes, hoping against hope that the pants would be sufficient and that she’d be allowed to keep her panties. The next words from his mouth destroyed that hope.
“The panties, Miss Bishop.”
There was another deep breath before she bent over, pushing the panties down to her knees.
“Very good, Megan – I can call you Megan, can’t I,” Roger said, the sarcasm evident in his voice.
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
“Okay then, Megan, elbows on the desk. Hurry up, now. I haven’t got all day.”
Before Miss Bishop could put her elbows on the desk, it was necessary for her to cover five feet of open floor. With her pants bunched up around her knees, she made quite a sight, but finally, she was in position.
Roger stepped behind his new slave, examining her. “You have a very nice ass, Megan, and a beautiful pussy. I think I’m really going to enjoy this.”
He stepped forward and placed his hand on her fanny, smirking as she jumped at his touch. “I might caution you against screaming out, Megan. I’m pretty sure everyone has left by now, but it might prove embarrassing for you if I’m wrong and someone happens to hear you. If you’d like, I’d be happy to gag you.”
She shook her head jerkily. “That won’t be necessary. Just get on with it!” Another hesitation. “Sir.”
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The blows came suddenly. They were firm enough to stun her – even eliciting a yelp despite Roger’s warning – but not so hard that they could really hurt. The real damage was the embarrassment, the humiliation of being treated so by a mere mailroom clerk.
‘You’ll pay for this,’ she screamed silently. ‘Oh, how you’ll pay.’ But even as those thoughts were running through her mind, she realized the threats were empty and without substance. ‘Damn you, Roger Hancock.’
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
In all he spanked her twenty times. When it was over he allowed his hand to remain on her fanny, lightly rubbing first one cheek, then the other, all the while running the fingers of his other hand through her hair. He smiled, knowing the anger and humiliation she was feeling, reveling in his new-found control.
He finally allowed her to pull her pants back up, before motioning her to her chair.
“I’d rather stand, sir,” she said tersely.
“Have it your way,” he smiled, turning and heading for the door.
TWO
Megan Bishop nearly wrecked her $80,000 Mercedes twice before finally making it to the 4,500 square foot extravagance she called home. She paced through the empty halls of the large abode, desperately trying to find a way out of her predicament. At the end of the night, however, she ended up headed for bed with no earthly idea what to do.
She slept miserably, waking several times during the night in a heavy sweat. All she could think about was Roger Hancock and how he’d humiliated and degraded her. Nothing she did could purge his words from her head – ‘I intend to own you like a master owns a slave.’ The thought sent shivers down her spine.
Morning, much to her disappointment, finally arrived. She decided against the idea of not going to work for two reasons. First, she had two important meetings that day, one early, one late. Second, and most importantly, it was a matter of pride. There was no way in hell she was going to let that bastard think he’d gotten to her as much as, in truth, he had.
Her morning meeting ended at 11:00 AM. When she returned to her office, the mail was already neatly piled on the corner of her credenza, just like it always was. She sat down, picked up the pile and began sorting through it, stopping when she came to the plain white envelope with the words ‘Megan Bishop – PRIVATE’ written across the front.
She took a deep breath. It was from him, it had to be. She nervously ripped the envelope open and pulled out the single white piece of paper it contained. Its message was brief – ‘This afternoon. Same time, same place.’
She stared at the paper for a full fifteen seconds, letting out a big sigh as she turned and put the note in the paper shredder. She then rose to her feet and left the office, telling Lauren Duggan, her administrative assistant, that she was taking an early lunch and wouldn’t return until after her afternoon meeting.
* * *
It was nearly 5:45 when Roger finally arrived, entering her office without knocking, closing the door and moving to the front of her desk.
“Come here,” he said simply.
Megan stared at him for a second before rising from her chair. She circled the desk without a word, coming to a stop in front of him.
Roger smiled, nodding his head slowly as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. “I’ll let it go this time,” he said, referring to her silent obedience when ‘yes, sir’ was the expected response. “But in the future, you’ll either show me the proper respect or you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she responded curtly.
“Good. Now then, go ahead and lower your pants and panties for me.”
She shot him an angry glare. “You said you’d let it go this time.” But as soon as she said it, she regretted it. He gotten to her again, and she’d let it show.
He laughed lightly. “I’m not going to punish you. I simply want to get another look at the pretty little ass of yours. Now get going before I change my mind – about the punishment, that is.”
To Megan, having to bare her ass for no reason other than his wanting to look at it was worse than a spanking. It was a statement of absolute control. It was his way of saying that he could and would do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to stop him. There was a renewed fire in her eyes as she pushed the pants and panties down to her knees as ordered.
“Good,” Roger said. “Now, bend over, elbows on the table – just like yesterday.”
She turned to the desk, bending over as instructed, angry at herself for letting him get to her again. And then she waited.
She heard him sliding one of her side chairs into position directly behind her ass before sitting down, giving him what she was certain was a beautifully unobstructed view of her pussy. She bit down on her lower lip. ‘Don’t let him get to you like this,’ she screamed silently. ‘You’re better than he is!’
But he was getting to her. He was toying with her and she was letting it bother her. And that, she knew, was exactly what he wanted.
She was shaken from her self-criticism by the touch of his hand on her fanny, rubbing gentle little circles on first one cheek, then the other. And then she gasped, lifting herself from the table as his finger slid into her pussy.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Anything I want,” he replied smugly. “Now get back in position before you really piss me off.”
“Damn you,” she whispered in a voice she knew he could hear. But she reassumed the position as ordered. A moment later a second finger joined the first finger in her pussy. A moment after that they were sliding in and out in unison.
“Damn you,” she whispered again, more determined than ever not to let him get to her.
Roger sat patiently for several minutes, sliding his fingers in and out, working her pussy with practiced experience. Occasionally he’d reach out with his free hand and rub it over her fanny, even slapping it playfully on one occasion. He couldn’t be certain, but at one point he thought he heard her sigh softly. He knew for a fact that he’d felt a shudder shoot through her body.
His fingers were still sliding in and out of her when he finally spoke. “I’ll expect you at my house tomorrow afternoon at 3:00 PM.”
“Yes, sir,” Megan said, taking a deep breath, struggling to keep her emotions in check. “Where do you live?”
“My address is in the employee database,” he said curtly. “You’re to wear a tee-shirt with no bra.”
He then withdrew his fingers, rose from his seat and started for the door. A moment later he was gone, and she was still bent over the desk with her pants around her knees.
“Damn you, Roger Hancock,” she said as she pushed herself up from the desk.
THREE
She had another fitful night, dreaming of all the things he’d do to her. In the dream, she saw him spanking her mercilessly until she b