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Tags: forced oral, group oral Tonya is kidnapped and develops a taste for her captors View Author's Copyright Information Tonya felt herself being moved from the van to what seemed to be a building of some sort. She struggled against her bonds, but it was futile. Her kidnappers had securely trussed her up, and her blindfold and gag made it impossible to see or say anything that would help her out of her dire situation. She was smart enough to know she was being taken because of her husband’s international dealings, which involved lucrative financial deals that would make or break some high-profile companies. Her captors had so far been firm but nonviolent, and Tonya wanted to keep it that way. There was no way of knowing how long her ordeal would last.
more stories on Adult Blog Directory Her captors carried her inside, and she soon found herself pushed down on a bed. A voice said, “Lay there and be quiet. I’ll take your gag out if you promise not to make a racket.” Tonya nodded at the voice, and she felt her gag being untied, and her mouth free. She licked her lips. “Here’s some water. I’ll help you sip it”, the voice said again. She felt the edge of a cup against her mouth, and she opened it and drank. After she drank a bit, she lay back down and relaxed on the bed. And then she waited, listening. People were moving outside the room she was in, and she heard talking. It all seemed to be a calm affair, even if her own heart was racing. She had always heard that a person should remain calm, but it was hard for her to suppress a scream and to not cry. Tonya could tell that the man was still in the room. There was nothing to indicate he had left, so she assumed he was there, near her, watching her. She suddenly felt self-conscious. They had taken her in the middle of the night, and she was dressed only in her nightgown. No bra, no panties, just a flimsy but comfortable piece of clothing she liked to wear at bedtime. After awhile, the door opened and she heard some other men come into the room. Another voice spoke out. “Hello, Tonya. I guess you understand what is going on here, right?” She nodded. He continued. “Your husband has made some enemies with his last deal, and we were hired to pressure him to change his mind.” “You won’t be harmed, but we have been given a lot of leeway in our role here. Be prepared to do whatever we ask. It will affect your stay with us.” Tonya heard and felt him sit down next to her on the bed, and she shivered nervously. “I’m going to take your nightgown off. I will make sure you get some other clothes, but we want to have a look at your body. We are, after all, simple men with needs of our own.” She screamed, and a hand clamped down over her mouth, hard. Fighting, struggling as best as she could, Tonya tried to turn away from the man, but a couple more sets of hands laid hold of her, and she felt her nightgown roughly torn from her body. Gasps of appreciation were heard all around her, and she gritted her teeth in anger, unable to stop them from gawking at her. Tonya was a blonde, with full breasts and a firm ass. Although she was in her mid-twenties, she had lived a busy lifestyle, and her body showed the care she gave it. Her areolas were larger than most other women’s, measuring an easy two inches across. Each of her breasts were crowned by very thick, very dark nipples, and it had always been hard for her to hide them beneath her clothes. Not that she tried that hard. She felt a hand behind her head, and her blindfold was pulled from off her face. She blinked at the light, the men around her blurred by the brightness, and the man beside her turned and nodded to another man standing by the door. He turned off the main light, and Tonya was able to focus on the men around her bed from the three lamps placed around the room. Very aware of her nakedness, she looked at the bed for a blanket to cover herself. But her hands and feet were still bound, so she wouldn’t have been able to pull it around her, even if there was one available. The man sitting beside her was looking her in the eyes, but the other men couldn’t take their eyes off her lovely body. Tonya turned beet red, but stared resolutely back at the man in front of her. “What are you planning on doing with me?” She asked. He shrugged, and then got up off the bed. “I will have to see. We will expect you to provide us with some relief while you are here. You husband is a hated man.” He turned to leave the room. At the door he turned to face her. “Tonya, you are a pawn in a very large game. But this game is very serious, and as you can see, we are powerful enough to not care that you have seen our faces. This situation is going to last for a while, so you are going to have to decide how cooperative you are willing to be with us. Everyone has a role to play.” “You cannot escape. This room is your home, along with the bathroom and den through that door. These men will untie you now. I will see about getting you some clothes. But do not expect much. You have a gorgeous body, and we enjoy a good-looking woman.” Then he left, and all but one of the other men left with him. Tonya looked at the man still with her. “What can I expect? What am I going to be made to do?” He looked at her and shrugged, saying nothing. He looked away for a moment, and then turned to her again. “I imagine that you will have to service us as we wish, ma’am”, he spoke softly. She gasped. Seeing the look on her face, he continued, “We live strange lives in this business. Female companionship is not something we enjoy often while we are working. So, you have the choice of doing what we want you to do, or having us force you to do it. One way is forced cooperation, the other, well—I think you are a smart lady.” The rest of the day was spent watching the television. Meals were brought to her, and she was provided with some magazines to help her cope with her captivity. It wasn’t until late that evening that the man in charge came back to talk with her. Tonya shook nervously, wondering what she was to become. He looked at her, his eyes emotionless. He unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. She gasped. “No! I won’t have sex with you!” She ran from him into the bathroom, and shut the door. There wasn’t a lock on it. She heard him speak through the door. “Here’s the deal: suck my cock and get a meal as your reward. Otherwise, you can starve. We have options in regards to your eventual release. I’ll wait out here for your decision.” Tonya sagged to the floor, sobbing in despair. She fell asleep hours later, huddled on the cold floor with a couple of towels as her blanket. When the morning came, she woke up and took a shower. Then she listened at the door. She heard no one. Opening the door, she peered out into the room. Her guard was staring at her. No one else was there. He gestured to the bed, and she saw a shirt folded on the bed. It was to be her clothing for the day. She ran to the bed, grabbed the shirt, and scampered back to the safety of the bathroom. There, she pulled the shirt on over her head. Her large nipples poked through. The shirt wasn’t that long, and looking down, she saw that her bush stood out against her thighs in her triangle. She hadn’t trimmed or shaved in a while. Tonya was suddenly very conscious about how she looked. She laughed grimly to herself as this thought crossed her mind. “Come here”, the man ordered. He was sitting in a comfortable chair, reading a sports magazine. Tonya looked suspiciously at him, then walked over and stood before him. She covered her pussy with her hands. “Let me look at you, Tonya”, he suggested, looking up into her eyes. “I know I sound like a creep, but I believe you already know that we are all creeps here. We’ve kidnapped you. What else could we be?” Tonya made no move to lower her hands. “Listen”, he continued. “You can relax with me, or be rushed with him or whoever else he sends in here for you to service.” At the look of despair that rushed to her face, he said, “You must realize that you are going to have to do some things. Eventually you will cave in and do them. I’m just trying to get you prepared. Let me see your pussy, Tonya.” She bit her lip and lowered her hands. “Spread your legs a bit for me.” Her knee moved sideways. Tonya closed her eyes. The man slipped his hand between her legs and caressed her mound gently. She felt her knees begin to give. She was going to be sick. “Okay, go sit on the bed. I can tell this makes you nauseous”, he chuckled. “You’ve got a lovely pussy; very soft.” He got up and walked over to her. She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Tonya shook her head. “Alright, Tonya. That’s okay.” He slipped his cock back inside his pants and went back to reading. Later, at noon, food came for him, but none for her. She had to watch as he ate a hot meal and then washed it down with a cola. All Tonya could do was watch. “So, I guess if I don’t suck someone’s cock, then I don’t eat. Right?” She stared angrily at her guard. He shrugged his shoulders and then said, “You are on a restricted diet, Tonya, for the time being. Strictly cum, nothing else.” He went back to his reading. The door to her room opened, and another, younger man walked in, carrying towels. Tonya looked over at her guard, and then spoke to the young man. “Come here”, she ordered him. He looked over at the other man, and then walked to where she was sitting on the bed. She pulled him closer, and then unzipped his pants. While her guard watched from his chair, Tonya pulled the younger man’s cock out and began to massage it. He smiled down at her appreciatively. She slipped it in her mouth and began to suck it. Slowly, his cock began to stiffen. She continued to lick and suck it. After a few minutes, the man came in her mouth. She swallowed it all, gulping his cum down and then licking her lips loudly. Her guard just watched her, smiling. “Thank you”, she said to the young man. “That was delicious!” He nodded, and then put the towels away in the bathroom. As he began to leave, she asked her guard, “So, is he going to get me some food?” Her guard looked at her, and then motioned for the other man to leave. “No, he’s not. I think you need more cum in your diet before we give you different fare.” Tonya jumped up angrily. “I thought you said—“her guard cut her off. “I said, for the time being. You have to learn to do as we say, and not piss us off. Now”, he continued, “take your shirt off for me and come suck my cock the way I want you to. Then I will think about getting you some other food.” She stifled a sob, and then pulled off her shirt. Her breasts hung down, full and beautiful. She walked to the guard and knelt before him. “Well, pull your cock out”, she insisted. He smiled, put down his magazine, and then stood up. Walking over to the door, he opened it up and left it that way. Then he walked back to Tonya and pulled off his pants and underwear. “My name is Ben, by the way”, he said. “I want you to suck my cock and my balls like your life depended on it; like your next meal depended on it, at least.” His cock was larger than the younger man’s, and hung down a good eight inches to her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and began to lick and suck Ben’s huge cock. In the course of her doing this, men would pass by in the hall, looking in with obvious interest. “You’ll get a turn later”, Ben would promise. Tonya would hear him say this and her heart sank lower each time. The leader happened to walk by, and exclaimed, “Oh, good!” when he saw her kneeling before Ben with his cock in her mouth. He came in and pulled his cock out, stroking it to prepare for his own blowjob. Tonya felt Ben’s cock surge in her mouth, but she still wasn’t prepared for the large amount of cum that kept shooting into her mouth. Swallowing as fast as she could, she still almost gagged. The leader allowed her to relax a bit so that she could swallow all that Ben had given her. Then it was the leader’s turn. He had Tonya get on the bed, on all fours, and bent over her head as she sucked him off so that he could grab and massage her breasts. After he had cum, and she had swallowed everything he gave her, he promised to send her down a nice, hot meal. “I’ll be sending three of my men down with the food, Tonya. You will have to please them before you eat, however.” A couple of hours later, three men came down with a plate of fruit, some wine, and a hot plate of roast beef with mashed potatoes and gravy. They set the food on the table, and then they took their pants off so that she could give them all blowjobs. The first two, she swallowed their loads. The third man allowed Tonya to suck his cock until he was about to cum, and then he pulled out of her mouth and shot his load all over the roast beef and mashed potatoes. All she could do was stare incredulously at what he was doing. Then Ben motioned to the food, and she sat at the table and ate. “You have to eat everything, cum and all”, Ben warned. The other men watched, loving the fact she was eating cum this way. She took her time, and by the time the food was cleaned off her plate, the bottle of wine was emptied, too. Her head buzzing, Tonya laid on the bed. One of the men walked over to the bed and was about to mount her, but Ben intervened. “Tom said cocksucking only.” The man looked down at her wistfully, then all three of them put on their pants and left. It was just Ben and Tonya now. “Thanks”, she muttered. Ben chuckled. “Tom never really said anything in regards to how far I could go with you. I just know you are already under a lot of strain, sucking our cocks. No need to overload you. I hope you enjoyed your food.” “Well, except for the cum, it was delicious”, Tonya said. She fell asleep then, and woke up early the next day to a knock at her door. Ben was gone, probably to take a break from watching her, and another man was in his place. The door opened, and the leader walked in with a smile on his face. “How are you doing this morning, Tonya?” She raised herself off the bed and looked at him, bleary-eyed. “What?” She looked down and saw she was naked from the night before, and pulled the sheets on the bed around her self-consciously. The leader watched her. He smiled and said, “When you get hungry, just have Emile here pull out his cock. Breakfast will arrive shortly afterwards.” He got up and left her and her guard alone. Tonya rose and took a shower, taking her time in the bathroom to lengthen her privacy from the stares of her captors. Emile would have to wait for his blowjob. Her mouth was still sore from yesterday’s feedings. The morning passed quickly, and when the leader stopped by to check on her, she asked him how negotiations were going for her release. He shook his head and told her that they had not even contacted her husband. She was cut off from her world, and trapped in theirs. Lunchtime came, and her stomach was growling. Tonya didn’t want to suck any cocks, so she passed on her second meal. Emile just shrugged his shoulders, and had lunch brought for himself. He ate in silence while she watched him. By suppertime, Tonya was very hungry. She waited until the normal traffic outside her room died down before motioning to Emile to come to her. He stood before her and waited until she made the move to unzip his jeans and take his cock out. He made her lick his head and his shaft at first, and then had her suck his balls for a while. After several minutes of this, he began to get hard. Then Emile pushed his head against her lips and she opened her mouth to receive him. Holding her head in his hands, Emile fucked her mouth until he began to cum. He gave her no warning, and held her arms around his waist while she gagged on the huge load that came in extended spurts. Not wanting to spoil her chances of a hot meal, she made no move to control his thrusting, but let his cum shoot down her throat without so much as a swallow. As he finished, the leader came into the room, followed by Ben and four other men. Tonya’s eyes widened, loathing the idea of servicing this many men and having to taste their cum in her mouth. The leader made her kneel before him, and told her, “The deeper you take us, the more food you get.” One by one, she sucked their cocks, letting them penetrate her mouth until her lips pressed against the base of their shafts. By the end of her blowjob session, she could hardly keep the cum in her mouth. It was obvious that all of them had been saving their loads for her. After she finished with the last man, a small fellow with beady eyes and a sweaty, small cock, she sagged to the floor. She felt as if she were too tired to eat a meal now, but her body was crying out for food. The men turned to leave, and the leader thanked her and bade her goodnight. Tonya stuttered, “But—but what about my meal? I did what you wanted. I sucked all your cocks.” The leader smiled at her. “Yes, but you waited until the cook left for the night. It’s too late to bring you any food. If you want to eat, then you need to when it is suppertime.” He left the room, closing the door behind him. Ben had stayed with her for the night. She looked at him, sobbing. “I did what you asked”, she protested. He nodded, but didn’t say a word. He motioned with his head for her to follow him, and he walked into the bathroom. She came in behind him, and he said, “Take a seat on the toilet. I am going to take a bath, and we can talk. I have some news for you, and some advice. Will you stay here and listen?” Tonya was tired, and hungry, and worn out by her ordeal. She nodded feebly and sat down on the toilet seat. Ben took off his clothes, folding them and placing them in a neat pile by the sink. Naked, he began to run the water to fill the tub. As it filled, he stepped in and sat down to relax in the hot water. “Tom’s man has made contact with your husband. No word yet on how the initial conversation went, but I expect some conditions were given him to fulfill to gain your release. I guess we shall see what they are and how long it takes for him to do them.” Tonya stared blankly at his face, not really seeing him as much as just listening to his voice. Knowing her husband, he would be very worried about her, and would try and comply as soon as possible. The question was, would his clients do their best to help him? She knew this was going to take some time. “As you can see, we have a different view of women where we come from. women that are part of our lives have a certain place, a certain status that even they do not question. I guess it is because of our lifestyle, our choice of careers.” Ben asked, “Would you turn the water off for me?” Tonya reached over and turned the spigots off, and then returned her attention to her guard. He continued. “What is to happen to you and how you are treated are connected. You should know the truth, and then decide how you want to go through this time with us. Right now, you are being made to please us orally. Tom wants to keep it at this level because to rape you, or to force you to have sex with us is a major step, and it can have a bad effect on the men. They may get too rough with you, so throwing them a bone, i.e, you giving us blowjobs, is a means to please them.” “The worst-case scenario for you is if the companies that your husband represents don’t comply with our demands, then you will most likely become a sex slave. We wouldn’t gain anything by killing you, even if that is the threat we are making to your husband.” “I tell you all this so that you can decide if you want to overcome your distaste for our requests and make the best of your situation. To not do so would mean a continued life of meager meals and harsher living conditions. There is no shame in trying to make the best of this, even if it shames you to be forced to please us sexually. I won’t try and moralize what you are being made to do, but the alternative would be very hard on you.” Tonya had a wave of emotions building up inside her all the time Ben was talking. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, and she looked at him angrily. “You’ve made me a whore, Ben”, she gushed. “That’s all you people have done! Look at me! I’m naked, sitting in a bathroom next to a naked man in a bathtub!” She broke down and wept profusely. Ben looked at her sadly, waiting for her to get through this burst of emotions. “I know you hate me; that you hate us, Tonya. I don’t blame you. But this is a real situation that you are really living in. You can view me as you like, you can hate me if you want to, or you can relax a bit with me and maybe I can be a softer part of a very horrible ordeal.” He placed his hand on her arm, and caressed it. Tonya didn’t move her arm. Her despair had brought her to a place of reluctant acceptance. “Get in the tub with me”, Ben suggested. “I’ll give you a bath.” Like a robot, numb from abuse, she got up and stepped in the tub. Ben moved, parting his legs to allow her to sit in front of him. She sank back against his chest, and lay motionless on him in the water. For the next half-hour, he soaped her up and rinsed her off, sponging her gently and saying nothing more. That night he joined her in bed. She accepted his presence by positioning herself on the far edge of her side. Ben made no move to come any closer, but an hour after he had turned off the lights, he woke up to the feel of her moving next to him. He turned and wrapped his arms around her, feeling her skin against his, and they slept that way the rest of the night. When she awoke, Tonya was still nestled in Ben’s arms. They hadn’t moved an inch. She pulled quickly away from him, a bit dazed about the night’s activities. He was still asleep. Gradually, the night before came back into view. Part of her wanted to cry some more. The other part just needed comfort. So Tonya laid back down next to Ben, and rested. She knew that Tom would be by in awhile. She thought about what Ben had said in the bathroom. After another ten minutes of snuggling, she reached behind her and grasped his large cock in her hand, rubbing it gently until he began to stir. Tonya could tell she had woken him up, but he hadn’t said a word. His cock began to harden in her hand. Tonya slid under the covers and moved to his legs. She took his cock in her mouth, and began to suck and lick him. Ben parted his legs so that she could bury her face between them. She massaged his balls with her hand while she impaled her mouth on his manhood. She began to really get into it, sighing softly with her mouth full. She felt Ben begin to thrust into her, fucking her mouth. Tonya got up on all fours, and Ben slipped his hand between her legs to massage her pussy. She felt a sudden urge to push him away; to pull his hand off of her mound. But she didn’t. After getting over her initial revulsion to him touching her, she relaxed and let herself enjoy the feeling of his fingers on and in her. For the first time since her kidnapping, Tonya began to feel good about something. Her legs spread a bit to allow Ben easier access to her pussy, which was beginning to get wet. She began to bob up and down over his cock, sucking his meat with more excitement than he had felt from a woman in a long time. He finger-fucked Tonya all the while. Tonya began to feel a surge of muscular movement in her mouth as Ben’s orgasm began. She pulled back a bit just in time, and cum shot into her mouth, filling it up. Tonya could hardly keep it all in, and fought to swallow. She had almost gotten it all down when another large spurt of cum filled her mouth again. Ben moaned with pleasure. Then Tonya pushed her mouth completely over his cock, and Ben began to fuck her vigorously. She gave herself to his thrusting, letting him fuck her face until he had finished cumming inside her. The rest of his cum shot down her throat. When he finished, Tonya licked and sucked his cock and balls for several more minutes. Ben had kept thrusting his fingers in and out of her swelling mound, but Tonya wasn’t ready to release herself this far with him. She sat up and responded to his questioning look with a smile and a shake of her head. “I’m okay. Thanks anyway. I guess you should get dressed before Tom gets here.” Ben agreed. He was suddenly aware that his boss might not like the fact that he had shared the bed with their captive. When Tom showed up, Ben was reading the morning paper while Tonya was watching television. She looked around when he walked in and got up to meet him by her bed. Without a word, she unzipped his pants and gave him a very wet, very pleasurable blowjob. While her mouth was over his cock, she pulled his hands to her breasts so that he could grope her while she sucked his manhood. He looked over at Ben, who just smiled, rolled his eyes and shrugged, as if to say, “I guess she is going along with this.” After Tom thanked her and left, two men came in with some breakfast. She positioned herself on the bed and let them fuck her mouth while running their hands over her firm body. Her breasts hung down and swayed as she bobbed back and forth to the tempo of their thrusting. After they left, she ate her breakfast. All the while she kept looking at Ben, giving him a smile. The days continued like this, and Tonya fell into a routine with her new life as a captive. All the men came to her in the course of the day and some more than once. She took their cocks in her mouth enthusiastically, and her days passed by more pleasantly. Her meals were better prepared, with more of a variety for her, and some of the men actually gave her lingerie to wear while she pleasured them. Tom came in one day and gave her a progress report on the negotiations. Her husband was desperate to make a deal, but the companies he worked with were stalling in their compliance with the kidnappers’ demands. Soon, two weeks passed. Eating cum before her meals began to be so normal that Tonya viewed it as part of her food. The cook, who rarely made an appearance, would shoot his load over her food, or in a cup on the side, for her to mix with her food or swallow separately. She began to rate the men’s cocks. Ben’s was her favorite, because he was bigger than the other men and always showered. His cock was muscled, and she felt every thrust he made inside her mouth. She memorized every vein, every muscle that lined his shaft. Tom had a short cock, short and thick. He, too, showered regularly, but he had less cum for her to eat. That made it nicer to take him in her mouth. Emile’s cock was slimmer than all the other men, but longer than most. Sucking his cock was like sucking a long sausage. By far, the man with the beady eyes and small cock was her worst encounter. His name was Davey, and he was always missing a shower. When she took his cock in her mouth, it was rough, smelly, and tasted of sweat. It seemed he enjoyed making her suck his meat this way. She found it strangely amusing that she would be rating the men in this manner. Her life had changed a lot in two weeks. Tonya wondered if she would be affected in a bad way after this was all over. Right now she was just trying to survive. One day Tom allowed her to leave her room. She was escorted outside, where she was given free rein to take a long walk. The house where she was being held captive sat on a beach, and so she knew she had been taken to the coast somewhere. She was guarded on all sides, so she knew that escape was impossible. So she enjoyed the sun, the feel of the sea wind on her face, and the freedom she was given. Of course, she was instructed to take her clothes off before she left her room. Since she was enjoying the beach, Ben came and rubbed lotion on her body to protect her from sunburn. A beach umbrella was set up for her, and all the men came by while she was there for blowjobs, which she readily gave. Lunch was served to her there, and she read magazines while enjoying her day outside. Her pale body stood out on the beach, and her full, trimmed bush attracted the stares of all the men. She accepted that she was just an object to them, and avoided eye contact. Their eyes made her nervous. Only Ben gave her some sense of comfort. The day passed as pleasantly as it could, and she stayed out on the beach as long as they let her. When she returned to her room, she noticed security cameras placed in all the rooms, including the bathroom. Ben sheepishly explained. “This way, if I need to leave, you can be watched.” A thought crossed Tonya’s mind that the cameras were more to watch her than to keep her from escaping. But since all the men had seen her naked, and had enjoyed her sucking their cocks daily, she didn’t dwell on that thought for long. She went about her days as if the cameras were not there. Oddly enough, Ben still kept guard in her room. He would leave her alone more often now, but he would return and stay the night. He slept with her on a regular basis, and so Tonya realized that he had permission to do so. In the mornings they took showers and baths together, and his cock was the first she sucked in the morning, and the last one she sucked at night. Tonya often thought of her husband, but she began to feel frustration building inside her as the days dragged on and on without any deal being made. She found solace in her baths with Ben, and one night she let herself go a bit and kissed him. It seemed innocent at first. She was lounging in the bathtub with him, a glass of wine in her hand and his cock hard against her ass. It had become a common picture. She had been unusually quiet all day, he thought. But, he reasoned, she was a kidnapped woman being used sexually on a daily basis with no release in sight. It would depress anyone. Then the kiss came. She looked back up at him, and at his lips. Tonya stretched for him, and Ben leaned to her mouth with his. Their embrace was warm, firm, and her lips felt good against his. And that was it. Just the one kiss. No words were spoken between them the rest of the evening, and they prepared for bed in the normal fashion. However, when the lights were turned out, Tonya moved to Ben and pulled the covers from off him. “Are we being taped? Are there tap wires in the room?” Ben spoke softly. “No. All that was put in were cameras. They trigger when the lights are on. Right now they are off. Why, Tonya?” “Eat me, Ben. I’ve been sucking your cock, sucking these mens’ cocks for several weeks now. I’m depressed, lonely, afraid, and you are my only means of comfort in this place. You are the only one who has been friendly to me.” She straddled his body in the dark. “I need release. Should I sit on your face, or do you want me on my back?” Ben’s answer came when he rolled her off him gently and pushed her on her back. Tonya spread her legs. Need and desire rose up in her, and she whimpered urgently for him to lick her. Ben dove in, bathing her mound with his mouth, licking her soft folds with pleasure. He had been dreaming of this moment ever since he had seen her. It didn’t take long for her to cum. The extended time since she had last made love to her husband, the daily cock-sucking, the emotional stress of her captivity: all these and more primed her for an explosive orgasm. With Ben’s tongue inside her, her juices gushed out of her in a torrent, and she groaned out loud with pleasure. Ben drank her in, his tongue licking her wildly to give her as much pleasure as possible. Her orgasm rolled through her, and all her pent-up stress resulted in an earth-shattering rush of ecstasy that actually made her weep. Ben was a bit confused, but let her cry softly while he finished licking her clean. Then he moved up beside her and held her in his arms. After several minutes had passed, she whispered hoarsely, “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me, Ben.” Sensing the urgency in her voice, Ben pulled her over on top of him, and said, “Have at it, Tonya.” She sighed, and mounted him. Her pussy was sopping wet, and slid easily over his large cock. His size caused her to gasp appreciatively. “You’re a lot bigger than Alan”, she said, realizing at once that it was the first time she had spoken her husband’s name in several weeks. A wave of guilt washed over her, but Ben pulled her to him and began to lick and suck her breasts. Feeling his mouth pulling at her large nipples brought her out of her remorse, and she began to move up and down on his cock. “Feel me in you, Tonya. Let yourself go”, he encouraged her. She gave in to his words, and felt her pussy move to his shape inside her. She actually came before he did, and her wet juices took him over the edge. She felt him cum inside her, felt the heat of his seed spurting up into her, and didn’t care that he wasn’t wearing a condom. After they finished, she said, simply, “Again. I want to do it again.” In all, they fucked three more times that night. When they finished, Ben got dressed as a precaution for the morning. Better this was their secret for now. Tom found him in his same chair the next morning, a tired look on his face and the familiar newspaper in his hands. Ben greeted him with a nod and a look at Tonya. “I think she’s exhausted from her big day out yesterday,” he suggested, returning back to his paper. Tonya heard the men talking, but she didn’t want to open her eyes just yet. Maybe Tom would leave and she wouldn’t have to suck his cock. Not that it mattered anymore. She had gotten used to servicing the men, and used to the taste of cum in her mouth. In an odd way, it was beginning to turn her on when she could arouse the men like this. She knew she should feel ashamed; that she should feel used and abused and she was being made into a cumslut. Maybe it was the fact that they weren’t making her sleep with them that made it seem not so bad. She felt her body aching from all the fucking she did through the night. But she didn’t care. Ben made her feel as if she were still a person, and having him inside her felt fantastic after all she had been through lately. It didn’t hurt that Ben was easy on the eyes. He had a rugged but handsome face, and a firm body. She lay on the bed, relaxing under the covers with Tom’s eyes on her, reliving the feel of Ben’s large cock inside her, thrusting in and out, and the electric buzz that ran up inside her vagina with every precious penetration. Deciding to get it over with, Tonya stirred and opened her eyes. She looked over and met Tom’s gaze, and nodded a ‘Good Morning’ to him. Sitting up, she said, “Waiting for me, Tom?” He chuckled, looking over her exposed body with his usual interest. “I was going to come back in an hour, but since you are up, you can get me up, too. Then I have some news for you.” Sensing a change in her circumstances, Tonya moved quickly to the floor in front of Tom, and took his cock out of his pants. Tom loosened his belt, and let his pants fall to the floor. Tonya had his cock in her hand, and lifted it up to get to his balls. Giving him a sly look, she began to suck his balls while she stroked his cock. Her fingers ran back and forth over his head, and Tom groaned in appreciation. It didn’t take long for him to cum. It spilled out over her fingers, and she pulled his cock into her mouth and let him finish ejaculating inside her. When he finished, with a huge sigh of satisfaction, she licked and sucked her fingers clean of his cum. Then she went back to his cock, squeezing his balls in her hand to get a final surge of cum to shoot into her mouth. Licking her lips, she smiled up at him. “Thanks, Tonya! You’ve become quite a cock-sucker. I know this has been hard on you, but it actually seems as if you enjoy it to some degree.” She looked away from him, but nodded her head slightly. “Well, I have some good news. We are waiting for the final steps in your husband’s friend’s compliance of our demands. We will know in another week or so, and then we will be able to start the process of getting you safely back home.” “I trust Ben has been guarding you well?” She nodded, covering her body with the bedsheet. He turned to leave. “Maybe too well,” he said, with a final look at Ben. After he left, Tonya looked over at Ben and asked, “Do you think he knows?” He nodded. “Oh, he knows. One look at your pussy gave it away. I knew I should have had you clean up afterwards.” Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Then Tonya said, “I’m ready for breakfast, Ben. Why don’t you come over here?” He shook his head. “You don’t have to do it. I’ll just have them bring you some food.” He reached for his radio. “I said, I’m ready for breakfast now. Come here and give me my breakfast”, Tonya cooed, giving him a sly grin. “Oh”, he replied, and went to her. She pulled impatiently at his belt, and unzipped them quickly. Pulling his boxers down, Tonya grabbed Ben’s cock and shoved it in her mouth. She was happy this morning after her all-night fuckfest with this man, and she wanted to show him how he had made her feel. Still soft, Ben’s big cock was nonetheless a full load for Tonya’s mouth. She sucked him hungrily, wanting to feel every part of his shaft in her mouth, willing herself to stifle the gagging sensation that still plagued her now and then. She had been steadily sucking cock for about a month now, many times a day, and it was usually Ben’s big member that gave her trouble. Ben stood and watched his captive spread her lips around his massive cock. Her mouth was stretched wide. It gave him a thrill to do that to a woman, but it made him even happier that Tonya loved having her mouth engorged by him. Her head began to bob in and out from his body. He closed his eyes and gave himself to her mouth massage, and she began to stroke his balls gently. His cock began to harden, and he watched as Tonya fought to keep him all the way in her mouth. She was doing great! Soon the wonderful sensations she was causing in his body made him begin to thrust against her. Tonya stopped moving and let him fuck her mouth. He tried to pull out a bit, but she grabbed his ass in her hands and pulled him to her. It was obvious she needed a good deepthroat session. She began to squeeze his balls, and Ben couldn’t hold his load any longer. His cum shot out, and Tonya’s eyes glazed over as she tried to hold it in and swallow it. Most of his cum was spurting into the back of her throat, but part of it welled up in her mouth. To her credit, only a couple of dribbles of cum squirted out the side of her mouth. When he finished thrusting, and his cum inside her, Tonya sucked and licked her guard off until his cock shone bright and clean. She stood up and kissed him on the mouth, and Ben tasted his cum on her lips and tongue. Tom certainly knew about Ben and Tonya’s nightly fucking. He allowed it, but the price she paid was a radical change in her diet. Every day until her release, Tonya was fed strictly cum. Her only drink was wine, which she relished readily. In the mornings, after she sucked Ben’s cock, the door would open and stay open. All through the morning the crew would come in, sometimes by themselves or in small groups, and Tonya would give them blowjobs. She was very hungry after the first day of this, since it wasn’t until then that she realized cum was going to be her only food. By the next day, she was staring greedily at the door, waiting for someone to pass by. The men didn’t disappoint her. She even grabbed the beady-eyed man outside her room and pushed him against the wall to suck him off. He laughed at her and then held her head as he fucked her mouth mercilessly. Tom informed her later in the week that they were arranging her transfer back to her husband. Her nights with Ben were her only times of real comfort, and they made love as many times as she wanted. She had serviced so many cocks in her mouth that she wanted to feel Ben’s cock in her pussy. Every night consisted of a bath together and then a lot of urgent fucking. The day came when she was bathed, blindfolded, given some fresh clothes, and then driven to the place where they were going to release her. Sure enough, she was loaded into the same van she had arrived in. On the way, Tom had her suck the cocks of the men accompanying them. It would be her final meal with them. They all laughed when she pressed her face between the legs of the driver, and he had to keep on the road while she drove him wild with her hunger. Tom thanked her for her cooperation. “Thank you for not raping me”, she returned, and he chuckled. “Yes, but Ben saw to your other needs, did he not?” Tonya’s face turned red. “Is that a ‘yes’?” Tom pressed her. She nodded. “Yes. I needed to feel him inside me. We fucked every night for the last two weeks. And you knew, didn’t you?’ No one said anything for the remainder of the trip. Tonya was released, and she was reunited with her husband. She was taken to a facility where she was questioned about her captivity and she was given a physical examination. She was served a scrumptious dinner, and as she sat before it, taking in the wonderful aroma of the food, she looked nervously at her husband and those who were eating around her. “Are you all right, honey? Can I get you something?” Her husband’s eyes searched her face. Tonya was a bit lost. “Well, do you want me to—can I…” Her voice trailed off. 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“All week at the gym I have seen you staring at me.” After a moment of silence I managed to say something:
“I’m sorry for staring at you, you’re just so beautiful”
“Thank you, you are very handsome too” she replied we had about 4 more drinks and late in at night we left the bar.
I offered to walk her home and she accepted. When we got to her apartment, which turned out to be a block away from my hood, I was surprised that we lived so close together. I started advancing trying to give a hug and I got more than that. She looked at me in the eyes and gave me a long hard kiss grabbing my ass. She then took me by the hand and led me upstairs to her apartment. As soon as she opened the door she started kissing me and we started making out. Selena shut the door and we moved to the couch. On there she took my shirt off and undid my pants, and then she removed my boxers. She started licking my chest and biting my nipples. This girl moved her hand down to my erect cock and started jacking me off. She stopped and took her shirt and bra off but didn’t remove her skirt. Selena started licking my dick and took up sucking it. It was one of the best blowjobs I had ever had. She gave me the dirtiest look of hers and then got up walking away and commanded me to follow her. I followed her right to her bed and she told me to lie on my back. Then she sucked my dick a bit more and then she inserted a finger into my asshole. I was startled at first and shocked, but the pleasure took over… I was really enjoying it. I grabbed her skirt and she said “No, you’ll be laughing at me, or run away” “No, honey! Just give it to me! I want you; you’re the most amazing cutie in the world”
Selena turned so that her back was facing me and her skirt dropped to the floor and I saw her ass in a tight red thong. Then her underwear was dropped and she slowly turned around. When she turned around my eyes opened wide and my jaw dropped. “You see, I knew it. You think I’m a freak and you don’t want to fuck me anymore” she said crying. I was silent and didn’t say a word. After a awhile I just got up, grabbed her cock and started rubbing it. I threw her on the bed, got between her legs, and started sucking it. It was about 6 inches long, mine was about 9 or more. I just smiled when she shot her load right down my throat.
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The next morning we woke up and we didn’t go the gym and we both stayed at hers pleading illness. We stayed home and fucked all day…
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Tags: costumes, coworkers, bondage Catwoman was tied up on the bed, what would Batman do next? Hi all my name is Joe and this is the story about how Alexis and I first hooked up at a Halloween costume party last year. Ever since the first day she started working at the telemarketing firm I was at, I looked at her as the object of all my sexual desires. She would walk past my cube and I would start to stiffen with sexual excitement, and if I didn’t know better she was feeling the same way. We were always flirting and bantering when we had our breaks, looking back it must have been fate the we had the same break and lunch schedule. After a while we would always sit in the caf and have lunch together, just sitting across the table from her I would get hard as a rock while talking to her and looking into her beautiful blue eyes. 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Tags: F/M, F/F A mother joins her daughter in disciplining a naughty guest View Author's Copyright Information Susan and John were happily married. Susan definitely wore the trousers so to speak. In fact, Susan demanded John accept not only her decisions but her discipline as well. He regularly made the trip across his wife’s lap to have his bare bottom reddened and his face tear stained. On the other hand though Susan loved her husband dearly, and they both enjoyed the style of life they had chosen.
more stories on Adult Blog Directory Susan’s old school friend Jackie had come to stay for a few days. Those school days were only seven years ago, as they were now in their mid twenties. Jackie had gone to live abroad since leaving school but had now returned and was looking up old acquaintances. Susan had been a very close friend and had often come to play at her house when they were younger. The subject had come up over dinner the night before. John had had a couple of glasses of wine and had made a couple of lewd comments. Susan had said “enough of that John. Don’t think you can get away with comments just because we have a guest.” John blushed. Jackie asked with a smile “and what does that mean?” Susan smiled back and said “John knows I don’t like that kind of thing.” “Oh go on Susan, tell me. It sounds intriguing. What will happen if he continues?” Susan and John looked at each other. John blushed even deeper, Susan giggled. Of course lots of their friends already knew what would happen. Many had heard Susan snap the command “right John, let’s go in to another room and deal with this” and then listen as Susan scolded and spanked him in the adjoining room. That would be followed by the groans of a woman close to and then reaching orgasm. Susan would come back first and John would go to the bathroom, joining them again later as though nothing had happened. Susan enjoyed the anguished look on some of the men who were then sitting uncomfortably with erections. Susan laughed and told her friend about how often she spanked John, and what happened afterwards. “What, you actually put John across your lap and spank him?” Her mouth gaped open with a smile from ear to ear. “Really?” she almost whispered. “Yes really. John can be rather childish at times, lovable as he is, so we agreed that childish behaviour deserved disciplinary measures suitable for a child. That means a spanking. Mind you, sometimes he gets a more severe punishment.” “Like what?” Jackie asked, almost in a trance with surprise. She also realised she was getting quite aroused with the conversation. She had the image in her mind of John with his trousers and pants taken down by a fuming Susan, bent across her lap, and Susan pounding away at his bottom with spank after spank, John squirming around as he tried to avoid the open palm of Susan’s hand thrashing down on his defenceless bottom. Yes, she was getting quite aroused. Susan clicked her fingers in front of Jackie’s face. “Hullo. Are you there?” Jackie recoiled, still smiling. “Oh sorry. Really I am. I was miles away just then.” “I could tell. In fact I can guess what you were thinking of. Do you want to hear the rest then?” “Oh yes Susan. Go on. What else do you give him?” “Well, if he is really naughty he gets the wooden back of my hairbrush. And if he is really really bad he gets the cane.” Susan looked directly at Jackie as she said that and smiled when she saw the shock on her friends face, her mouth drop open, but no sounds come out until after several seconds came a hushed “the cane?” Susan laughed aloud and clapped her hands in glee. She knew that always got everyone. Jackie recovered and said “no way.” “Really. It’s true. I can show it to you if you don’t believe me.” “Oh I believe you Susan. I do. But go on, let’s see it then.” Susan turned to John and said “go and get it John, in fact bring a couple of them down.” John sighed, but did as he was told. He knew he had to because there was every chance that if he disobeyed his wife she would give her friend a private viewing as she gave him a few stripes across his bottom. The girls continued the discussion when John was out of the room. “So John just accepts it does he?” “Well yes. Mind you he gets something out of it as well. Spanking him gets me really aroused so we have some great sex afterwards.” “What, every time?” “Not every time. There are times when he is so naughty I just thrash him to teach him a lesson. He has to satisfy me then, but he doesn’t get anything from me.” “What do you mean, satisfy you?” “He has to lick my tushy until I come but he mustn’t come and I don’t touch him. He hates it because by then he has such a hard on you wouldn’t believe.” “So what does he do?” “He has to sort himself out. Eventually. It makes him very well behaved most of the time.” “And when he is good. What does he get?” “I take him any way he likes, and he loves a full blowjob with me swallowing.” “No! What a dream for him.” “Exactly.” John came back in to the room with the two canes. He could tell by the look on Jackie’s face she had been told the full score. He didn’t mind really. He knew that Susan always gave him a special treat when she told people about their lifestyle. She was so turned on by the conversation. And he knew was on a promise of great sex later on. “Wow” Jackie said when she saw the canes. John handed them to her. “Go on, swish one” Susan encouraged. Jackie gave one a few swishes through the air. “Cool” she said, in awe. That was last night. This morning it was different. It was 9.30. John and Jackie were in the lounge, Susan was still upstairs in bed. Jackie had been unable to get the image of Susan spanking John out of her head. “So what if Susan caught us making out on the couch? What would she do?” “Please don’t “John begged. “She will kill me.” “Go on John. I thought you liked being spanked. For the afters.” “I do Jackie. The afters are great. So, do you want a kiss then? Jackie had a wicked smile on her face. She lent across and pulled John towards her. He didn’t exactly resist as Jackie took his arm and put it on her shoulder as she lent back and rested her head on the side arm of the sofa. John pushed her gently backwards and lay on top of her, his hand on her cheek. Soon their faces were almost touching. He remembered her smell. The perfume. He had smelt it last night. It was the same one. Had it lasted that long. Surely not. She must have put some more on. He looked in to her brown eyes that smiled back at him. She was wearing just her shorty nightdress that didn’t quite cover the frilly knickers she wore underneath. Her bare arms were soon around his neck as she pulled him closer. He had his pyjamas on but his erection was already stretching his pyjama shorts to bursting. Jackie could feel him as she pulled him closer. She wanted to kiss him. She knew she shouldn’t but could not stop herself. John felt the cool skin of her bare arms around his neck as their eyes were millimetres away from each other, their mouths open, their lips almost touching. “Stop that John. How dare you?” Susan snapped. They both looked up to find Susan towering over them. She wore her wrap around dressing gown which was pulled tight by the cord, with her long bare legs showing. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail. She lent across and gave John a hard smack on his bottom. “Ow” he gasped. “Get up right now.” John scampered up and stood up straight, eyes wide open, looking aghast at seeing Susan with such an annoyed look on her face. “I am so sorry Jackie. Really I am.” Jackie didn’t know what to say. She had meant it as a joke. She hadn’t meant for John to try to kiss her. She just got carried away. John was white. All the blood had drained from his face. “Remember what happened the last time you made a play for another woman?” screamed Susan. He remembered it well. At a friends house. Susan had spanked him there and then. In front of everyone. On his bare bottom. And there was no sex afterwards. Nothing in fact. Just him standing facing the wall for half an hour until he was told he could join the group again. Knowing he would be disciplined again when they got home. He couldn’t sit down for three days after that. “Well? What is the meaning of this John?” John stuttered an apology. “Don’t bother. Just go and get my hairbrush. Quickly.” John didn’t try to argue. He ran upstairs. Susan didn’t say anything to Jackie. She just went over to the dining table and turned a chair in to the room. She undid her wrap and took it off, placing it on one of the other chairs. She was wearing a thin nightdress. Sheer. Every inch of her body was clearly visible through the thin material. Her full breasts, her almost flat stomach, the knickers that were oh so small but just covered the hair around her vulva. Then there were her bare arms and bare legs. Susan had already kicked off her slippers. She sat on the chair and waited. Jackie looked at her and remembered how at school she had really fancied Susan. It was when she realised she was a lesbian. She was so unhappy when Susan didn’t respond to her advances. Susan had no interest in her sexually, just as a good friend. Seeing Susan through that sheer nightdress showed what she had missed. Susan now looked at Jackie. “I am sorry about that Jackie. Still, you will now see just how I deal with him when he is naughty.” John re-entered the room holding the hairbrush. He walked across to Susan and handed it to her. As he did he started to beg her not to spank him. In an instant she put her finger to her lips. John stopped speaking immediately. Jackie wondered how come he obeyed her so immediately. She suspected she would find out once the spanking started. Susan looked at John’s stomach, and Jackie followed her gaze. In fact it wasn’t his stomach. It was his penis. His very erect penis. Scared as he was at what he knew was going to happen he just couldn’t prevent himself from becoming aroused, and he always was, by the power of his wife, at her very authority over him. No matter how he tried he could not stop it. And he knew what that meant. Jackie or no Jackie it was always the same. Whenever it was going to be a strict discipline spanking. Susan never allowed him to bend across her lap with an erection. “Deal with it” she demanded. Jackie saw him blush deeper than at any time so far, as he went to the kitchen and returned with several paper towels. He removed his pyjamas so he was standing totally naked. Jackie being in the room didn’t faze him. He sat on another chair and started to stroke his erect penis. Jackie immediately realised what was happening and this time she blushed. John was stroking himself faster and faster and his erection was getting stiffer and stiffer. Soon he was moaning and he closed his eyes. The moaning got louder and faster until he wrapped one of the towels around his penis, and finished with a long sigh. He was breathing heavily as he removed the towel, wiping himself as he did so. His penis was now quite shrivelled up as he walked over to Susan. She took his penis between her fingers and nodded her head as she seemed satisfied he was no longer aroused. She pointed to her lap and he bent across her, his hands resting on the floor and his legs just dangling on the other side of her lap. “I make him do that before a discipline spanking Jackie. I don’t want him enjoying any part of it.” With that she raised her arm and brought her open palm down hard on her husbands bottom. Time and again. Jackie could not take her eyes off John’s bottom. Perched there as it was. Unprotected. Waiting. At first it was a milky white. Now it was a pinkish colour. Soon it would be red. And who knows what colour once she starts with the wooden backed hairbrush. Suddenly she felt sorry for John. After all it was her fault really. She led him on. She must say something. She will. Susan will understand. They are friends after all. “Susan” Jackie said. Susan looked up but did not stop spanking her husband. “Yes Jackie?” “Well, you see Susan, I’m not sure..” The doorbell rang. John stiffened but did not try to get up. Susan looked across at Jackie and asked “can you please get that. Ask whoever it is in. John knows he gets spanked no matter who watches.” “Right” answered Jackie. She walked out of the room and opened the door. She immediately recognised Susan’s Mother, and her Mother immediately recognised Jackie. “Hullo” they both said. “Erm, its Jackie isn’t it?” “Yes, that’s right Mrs” “Call me Sheila.” “Right. Yes, it is Sheila. Do come in.” The sound of the spanking was clearly heard from the hallway. “Oh dear. Has John got himself into trouble again?” Sheila said as she walked towards the lounge. Jackie could see it was never the other way around. If someone was being spanked then it had to be John. Susan looked up as they entered the room. “Hi Mum” Susan said casually, still continuing the spanking unabated. “You know Jackie don’t you.” “Yes I do remember Jackie well. She was always coming over to play, weren’t you Jackie.” “Yes Sheila, I always enjoyed being at your house.” Sheila smiled. “So Susan, what’s he done now?” Sheila asked. “He made a play for poor Jackie. He had his hands all over her.” Still she continued spanking John, whose bottom was now getting rather red. “I see” Sheila said, looking at Jackie. “That’s not nice is it Jackie?” Jackie blushed and looked at the floor, screwing her face up. It was much harder now. Telling Susan was one thing, but with her Mother here it was more awkward. “You were going to say something Jackie, before Mum got here. What was it then?” Susan asked. Jackie couldn’t speak. She wanted to. She tried to form the words. But nothing came out. Susan and Sheila looked at each other. Then they both looked at Jackie. Sheila spoke first. “It was John’s fault wasn’t it? You did say that didn’t you Jackie?” Jackie looked at Sheila. She still couldn’t speak. She looked at Susan as her arm was going up and down, spanking John’s bare bottom time and time again. She couldn’t take her eyes from them. Her friend sitting in her see through nightdress with her husband lying naked across her bare legs, she spanking him and he squirming under the constant blows. She realised it was wrong of her not to say anything. She also realised something else. She was wet. Very wet. Between her legs. So wet that both Sheila and Susan could see the stain on her knickers. Again they looked at each other. Still Susan continued to spank her husband. “Was it you Jackie?” Sheila asked quietly. Jackie looked at her and just nodded. “I see” said Sheila. Disappointment in her voice. “You should have said so earlier.” Jackie at last found her voice. “I know” Jackie admitted. “I’m sorry.” “Stand up John” Susan demanded. John eased himself up, and stood looking at his wife. “Is that how it was John?” “Sort of” John replied. “Sort of?” Susan spat back. “What does that mean?” She gave her husband a stare. No sign of an apology from Susan Jackie noticed. “Oh I see. Jackie started it but you didn’t do anything to stop her. Is that how it was John? Was it?” John nodded. Jackie wondered why he wasn’t stronger in his own defence. “I see. Well then, that’s not so bad. Still bad, but not so bad.” Susan looked at Jackie. “What about you Jackie. You really did start it then?” “Yes Susan. I’m sorry. I just asked him what would happen if you caught us, and I tried to kiss him. He got on top of me. Next thing I knew you were there. Shouting.” “I see. So, what else were you trying to do?” Sheila pointed at the stain on her knickers. Jackie knew what her friend was looking at. “Yes, well. It’s just that watching you spank John is so arousing. You look so sexy. Just so sexy.” “What, you think you deserve to be allowed to spank John yourself? Is that it?” Susan spoke in a rather questioning tone. “No no, not at all.” Sheila said “I think I know Susan. It’s a little different to that. I think she wants to be spanked. She knows she has been naughty and needs to take her punishment. That’s right isn’t it Jackie?” Jackie looked at Sheila and nodded. That is exactly what she wanted to happen. Her far too sexy friend giving her a spanking. Susan said “I see. Yes Mum, I can see that now. Thank you. Well Jackie you have been naughty and I can see the need to spank you. But I usually use up all my strength spanking John, and then he has to sort me out and the like. It’s not that easy spanking two people you know.” Jackie looked at the floor and said “I understand.” She really did want her friend to spank her. Maybe she could suggest she do it later on. “I tell you what Jackie, how about if Mum spanks you?” Jackie was going to object but before she could speak Sheila said “Why not. You remember the time the two of you came home very late from the Mall? You were teenagers.” “Yes I do Mum. You gave us both a whopping.” “Yes. Well. I can do that again for sure. I can certainly give Jackie a spanking for you.” Jackie looked shocked “Hang on a second. I might be happy enough if Susan spanked me but you Sheila, well that’s different. That would be like a proper punishment, you being Susan’s Mother and all.” Susan laughed. “You don’t get it do you Jackie. You don’t get a choice. If we decide Mum spanks you then she spanks you. Get it now?” Jackie blushed. Yes she got it. You have one choice Jackie. You pack your bags now or Mum spanks you. Oh and you do everything else she says. Because it’s not just a spanking I’m going to give John. He has to repay my efforts.” “How?” Jackie asked. “In good time Jackie. It’s your choice now you know.” Jackie looked across at Sheila. She wore a light pink short-sleeved t-shirt with blue flowers on, and a white skirt that went down to just above her knee. Her legs were bare. She remembered that time she was spanked. It hurt. A lot. But afterwards her bottom stung, but in a nice way. She remembered going to bed that night and putting her fingers between her legs and bringing herself to the most wonderful orgasm. She had often wondered about being spanked again. Here was her chance. On a plate. Ok, not from Susan. But from Sheila wasn’t really so bad. Being spanked by her friends Mother would be just like her childhood spanking. Across the lap of an older woman. Being disciplined. Jackie looked at them both in turn, and said “ok. I deserve it after all.” “Right” said Susan, taking charge. “John, back across my lap. Jackie, get undressed and go across Mum’s lap. Quickly now!” Jackie didn’t have much to take off. She pulled the short nighty over her head and put it on the sofa. She quickly pulled down her knickers and stepped out of them and threw them on top of the nighty before walking over to Sheila. Sheila patted her lap but kept a very straight face. Jackie groaned, and then bent down and over her lap. When in position she looked across at Susan who pursed her lips, nodded at her Mother, and started spanking John again. “Right my girl, there’s some catching up to do I think. This bottom of yours needs to be a deep shade of red doesn’t it” A statement reckoned a now contrite Jackie. With that Sheila raised her hand and started spanking Jackie’s bare bottom. At first Jackie was regretting her decision. Being spanked wasn’t as much fun as she had remembered. Then when the stinging started it was somehow more exciting. And when Sheila spanked the backs of her legs it was best of all. Soon Jackie found herself lifting her bottom off Sheila’s lap, welcoming each spank, encouraging it. And Sheila seemed to be spanking her harder, reacting to the encouragement. Even through the pain, and when Jackie opened her eyes and saw the carpet was a blur she knew she was crying. Jackie could not stop herself crying. Sheila was disciplining her severally. It hurt. It stung, and the tears streamed down her face. But at the same time she was aroused. Just being upended across a woman’s lap, being spanked on her bare bottom, harshly, deliberately, yet lovingly, it aroused her so much. She could see John being spanked across the room through her tear filled eyes, and she could see Susan looking back, without stopping the spanking, eying her, asking her Mother if she was getting through to Jackie, and yes, her Mother was certain she was. Sometimes Sheila would stop spanking her, and gently rub her bottom, even the tops of her legs. On one occasion she even rubbed her inner thighs. That was wonderful. Jackie closed her eyes, groaned quietly, and eased her legs apart. Sheila rubbed deeper, hearing Jackie’s groans. She stroked Jackie’s inner thighs until Jackie raised her bottom, inviting Sheila to touch her very private parts. And Sheila took up the invitation. Jackie didn’t realise it but Susan and Sheila were smiling at each other. Susan kept spanking John but watched as Sheila stroked Jackie’s thighs, higher and higher, until her hand brushed her hair, Jackie opened her legs further, and Sheila could see how wet she was, her hair was glistening. “She’s hot for it” Sheila said to Susan. “That’s not right. Get up Jackie” Susan demanded, by now having a very severe look on her face. Jackie stood up. Sheila took control and started to give Jackie orders. “Go over to that chair. You know what to do. Do it now.” There was an icy sharpness to Sheila’s voice. Jackie was scared. She was suddenly very aware of her nakedness and covered her breasts with one arm and her private area with her other. “Now” Sheila dictated. “Hurry up girl or it will be the cane for you later” Sheila added. Jackie was shaken out of her stupor. She didn’t want the cane. She rushed over to the chair and sat down. She parted her legs and both women could clearly see her moist hair. She covered it with her hand and started to rub. Gently at first. Then faster as she became more aroused. She kept looking at Sheila. Suddenly her strict voice and stern demeanour was attractive to Jackie, and she focussed more and more on the older woman to spur herself on to orgasm. Her fingers were now very wet as she kept rubbing. She stroked her breasts with her other hand to bring herself even higher. Still looking at Sheila. She was moaning and groaning as she got closer to orgasm and suddenly came, unable to stop the long exhaust of air as she relaxed again, her fingers still between her legs. The wetness a reminder of what she had just done. “OK” Sheila demanded, Jackie stirring immediately, remembering the situation she was in. “Over here young lady.” Jackie got up and walked over to Sheila. She waited for the command to go back over her lap. Instead Sheila put her hand between Jackie’s legs. Jackie put out a hand to stop her. Susan shot across a command “bad move Jackie, do want the cane because any more and you will get six of the cane. Do you want that?” Jackie looked across at Susan, tears in her eyes, as she shook her head, her lips trembling. “Right then, let go of Mum’s hand.” Jackie let go immediately. Sheila rubbed her inner thigh again and this time moved her hand fully over Jackie’s hair, feeling her lips, soft, wet, very wet. She looked across at Susan and said “she’s still aroused dear.” “Get the cane anyway Mum. That will sort her out.” Jackie gasped, and put her hand over her mouth as she stifled a gasp. More tears flowed as she watched Sheila leave the room and go upstairs. Susan looked across at Jackie and said “I told you not to be naughty. This is what happens when you are bad.” Sheila returned with the cane. She looked at Jackie and said “right young lady, wipe yourself dry first, there, between your legs, then bend over and grab the chair, keep your bottom pointed right at me. If you move the stroke won’t count, Believe me, I can go on forever.” Jackie didn’t argue. She knew this would hurt, but at least she will be caned by a beautiful domineering woman. She took the towel and dried herself, looking at Sheila. Then she bent over. She closed her eyes as Sheila stood to one side and she heard the first swish, just before the thwack as the cane hit her bottom. Jackie held on tight as the pain spread right across her buttocks. She believed Sheila when she said she would carry on forever. She had no doubt there would be no leniency. She allowed herself a loud gasp. “Good girl” Sheila said. “Five more.” Jackie was trembling, shaking, crying, gasping for breath, all at the same time by the time the sixth stroke hit home, She was blubbering. She couldn’t take any more she was sure. Sheila immediately felt between her legs. Jackie had not expected that, but was glad when she heard Sheila say “not too wet now Susan. She’s going to learn now.” “OK Jackie, you can stand up and rub your bottom.” Sheila’s voice was quieter although still authoritative. Jackie knew she still had to obey every order from the older woman. Sheila immediately felt between her legs. Jackie had not expected that, but was glad when she heard Sheila say “not too wet now Susan. She’s going to learn now.” Sheila realised she was getting really aroused by disciplining Jackie. She loved having the younger woman across her lap, spanking her bare bottom, and caressing it, at her whim, her choice. Watching her naked body squirm around on her lap, her bottom bouncing to the tune of her hand. She enjoyed having this control. Jackie felt her bottom gingerly, and could make out the welts. Then rubbed harder and found it soothing. Not for long though. “Right Mum, put her back across your lap and a few with the hairbrush will do her good.” Jackie cried out again. “Please don’t” she said half heartedly, knowing it would do no good. “Would you prefer the cane again then?” asked Susan, a wicked smile on her face. Jackie looked at her. She didn’t hate her. Not at all. She knew the pain would pass, and that she had wanted to be punished. She was thankful really. She just hoped next time Susan would do it. So Jackie meekly bent back across Sheila’s lap. Now quite used to the position. Jackie cried out with the first spank from the hairbrush. It was not anywhere nearly as hard as the cane, but hurt more than with the hand. And there was no arousal. It was just pain. masturbating had altered the whole feeling. Now she was simply being disciplined. Soon the rhythm was established. A spank with the brush, a gasp from Jackie, eyes filled with tears, a gap, then over again. Always in the background though Jackie could make out the sound of the spanking Susan was still giving her husband. All this time. And yet he didn’t cry out. Not like her. Not like her at all. Jackie was squirming and shaking and crying and in pain all at the same time until suddenly it stopped. Sheila rubbed her bottom, saying soothing things to try to calm her down. It was over. All over. Jackie lay there, not trying to move, having accepted her punishment she was now desperately trying to compose herself again. She eventually managed it. Her eyes were still tear filled but she managed to stand up, put her hands on her bottom and rub. She felt the heat. She could feel the welts still. It felt so good, being able to rub. So so good. “Go and stand next to John Jackie, and put your hands on your head.” Jackie looked behind her and saw John standing with his back to the wall, hands on his head. Silent. Still naked. His penis still erect in front of him. She joined him. As she got closer she saw the tears in his eyes. So it had hurt him after all. Susan and Sheila stood in front of them. Both still dressed. Both still very much in charge of the naughty boy and girl they had each just spanked. Jackie knew their fate was still in the hands of these dominant women. Susan went up to John and said “Well John, I hope you have learned your lesson?” “Yes Susan. I’m sorry.” “I know. Good boy. So, now you need to give me my present. OK?” “Yes Susan” and Susan went over and sat on the chair again. She took her knickers off and spread her legs open. John kneeled in front of her, his reddened bottom on view to Sheila and Jackie, Jackie well aware her own bottom will be as red, and with the welts of course. John edged up to Susan, kissing her thighs, and slowly working his way up to her hair, her vulva, and the wet vaginal lips and clit he knew would be there. Jackie looked on. How she wished she could do that to Sheila. She was getting wet very quickly just thinking about it. She realised Sheila was talking to her and took her eyes away from Susan and John and focussed on Sheila who was standing very close to her. “Have you learnt your lesson as well Jackie?” “Oh yes Sheila I have. I really have. You have given a good hard lesson.” Sheila asked “Are you Ok?” with a friendly smile. “Yes yes I am thank you Sheila. I meant it. I knew when I was across your lap you were giving me something I really deserved” she answered. She glanced across at Susan and John again. Sheila said “It’s the present he always gives her, once she has punished him.” “I know.” She said. She looked again at Sheila, and realised that she was just as attractive s Susan. Maybe being older she was more so. And she owed this older woman a present after all. She suddenly asked “would you like me to do that for you?” Sheila was taken aback. “Have you done that before then?” she asked. “Well, erm, yes, I have.” “Oh” is all Sheila could say. “I haven’t” she eventually added. Susan was now groaning behind her, and Sheila knew she was becoming more and more aroused. Then she remembered the conversation she had had with Susan a week or so ago. How she had told her daughter she thought she had gone off men completely and was actually becoming attracted to women. She wondered if that would affect her. Susan told her not to worry about it. Susan was moaning louder and louder, gasping and groaning, getting closer and closer to orgasm. She didn’t normally wait for that. She would have discreetly left the room. Gone home in fact. She only stayed because Jackie was there, and she had spanked her after all. “I don’t mind Sheila. If it’s your first time. Really I don’t. I have to give you a present don’t I?” Sheila looked up at her. An attractive enough young girl but the same age as her daughter though. Still, she hadn’t had sex with a man in ages. She left her husband years ago and didn’t feel the need to meet another man. Was this different. A woman after all. Not a man. But she felt she needed something. She was so aroused by the spanking she had given. She did deserve a present didn’t she? And here was this attractive naked young woman asking to share her first time with her. Jackie returned the look, meeting Sheila eye to eye. More confident now. Jackie thought how attractive Sheila was. Actually just an older version of Susan. And why not. Mother and daughter after all. That’s why she found her so attractive she supposed. She had fancied Susan for all those years and was so disappointed when the attraction wasn’t returned. Jackie smiled and held out her hand. Sheila smiled back, nodded, and took hold of Jackie’s hand. They walked over to the chair. Sheila slipped off her knickers and sat down. She looked across at Susan, who had now stood up. John took her place sitting down. Susan caught her Mother’s eye and grinned, a questioning look at first but then the grin turned to a smile and a nod of the head. Sheila returned her nod. “This is good” she mouthed to her daughter. Sheila sat down. Jackie knelt in front of her. They both looked across at Susan who was now kneeling in front of John, her hand around his erect penis, her mouth about to engulf it. This was her present to him. A full blowjob, swallowing his warm juices and all. Jackie turned back to Sheila. They smiled at each other, “Yes Jackie, I will do this for you afterwards. My present to you.” Jackie moved between her thighs, kissing then, and then her tongue licking her wet hair and vulva. Soon Sheila was moaning and gasping as Jackie’s tongue kept licking away. Sheila started to move her hips in reaction to the tongue that was giving her so much joy. Jackie reacted by licking faster, and deeper. She knew Sheila was close. She could feel it. And then the long gasp and groan rolled in to one told her Sheila had come. She kept kissing her wet hair and her thighs, and Sheila reacted with quiet sighs, and a smile to kill for. Jackie stopped. Sheila stood up and tenderly pulled Jackie to her feet. “You OK?” she asked. “Yes” Jackie replied, really feeling very good indeed. Her sore bottom all but forgotten. Then to her surprise, no delight, Sheila took Jackie’s face in her hands and pulled her gently up to hers, kissing her full on the lips. Jackie pulled back for a second, looked straight in to Sheila’s smiling eyes, smiled herself, closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took Sheila’s tongue full in to her mouth for a long and sensational kiss, Sheila pulling Jackie in towards her, running her hands up and down her naked back, even daring to caress Jackie’s breasts. Sheila and Jackie parted and looked deep into each others eyes. At that moment Sheila realised she had feelings for Jackie. The young lady she had just disciplined. Jackie was still naked and Sheila looked her up and down with enjoyment. Yes, enjoyment at looking at a naked female body. Exactly what she thought would be her reaction. The one she discussed with Susan. And here she was, a naked woman had been in her arms, had kissed and licked her most personal area, and she had promised to do the same to Jackie. A promise she intended keeping. She was becoming wet just looking at Jackie. She looked at Jackie’s private area. OK, so no penis, but certainly a lot she can play with. A lot she can give pleasure to. And no man had breasts like Jackie’s either. She smiled, to herself as much as to Jackie. Jackie returned the smile. She had enjoyed bringing Sheila to orgasm. This lovely woman had great legs, great thighs, and she could tell that she had a great body under the t-shirt she had kept on. So far. And yes she enjoyed being thrashed by her. The harder she hit her the more aroused she became. Not with the cane, but even that left a sensation she wanted repeated. Yes, she wanted to be thrashed again, and again. To be ordered across her lap and be disciplined. By Sheila. Then she will give Sheila the most wonderful present. Just like today. Sheila knew it was time for the next giant step. “Can I give you your turn now Jackie, my present to you?” Sheila asked. Sheila held her breath, not sure of the answer she will be given. A woman. A woman half her own age at that. But she didn’t question it. She just thought it was natural. She had been so aroused by this young lady so why fight it. Jackie smiled. “That sounds really nice. You will spank me again Sheila?” Jackie asked, rubbing her sore bottom. “Of course, a hard one, every time you earn it” Sheila said with a feigned cross look, and a brimming smile. But she was so happy. She had good feelings that this will be a wonderful affair. Jackie laughed. “You need to spank me, to keep me under control. I know I will earn lots of spankings. I am rather naughty sometimes you know. I will accept your discipline and afterwards I will give you a present. Each time.” “You know Jackie, I can be just as strict as my daughter here. You will be across my lap many many times.” They hugged each other. Jackie realised she felt so natural with Sheila. The age difference meant nothing. She had been with older women before. They turned to find John gasping as his load of warm fluid flew from his penis and filled Susan’s mouth as she closed her eyes and took what looked like a deep breath before swallowing the fluid in her mouth. She picked up a paper towel and wiped her mouth. Susan said to John “OK Mister, let’s go upstairs. That was just for starters. Go on, you’ve earned something special this time. I’ll follow in a second.” John disappeared. Susan asked “everything OK with you two?” Jackie smiled and said “yes thank you. I think I’ve found a new friend.” She turned and kissed Sheila. “Were you match making Susan?” Jackie asked. Sheila looked surprised at the question. “Why do you ask that Jackie? asked Susan, smiling. “The way you told John how he had earned a special treat perhaps?” Susan answered “Well, I thought you two would get on.” She gave one of her mischievous smiles. Sheila was about to make a sharp comment, but stopped. She looked at her daughter and then at Jackie. “You know something, you could be right there. I tell you what Jackie. Get dressed and come back to my house. Bring some clothes for a couple of days as well. We can say a real thank you to each other in my bed. And I can set some rules that will earn you a spanking, the first of many I will be giving you. How about that?” “Yes please” Jackie said.
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Taste of Love
Taste of Love
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Alicia Night Orchid
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(Copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved)
(This story originally appeared at Oysters and Chocolate. It was runner up in their "Hot Tamales" contest of 2006).
We begin with an amuse bouche—a delicate round of seedless watermelon floating in a ginger-shallot cream sauce, surrounded by emerald green cilantro oil. The watermelon round hosts a spoonful of sashimi tuna marinated in soy, ginger, garlic and chili, topped by a pale yellow mango crisp.
Wallace observes that he enjoyed a similar dish earlier in the summer. That sauce, however, was an anis emulsion, which he believes offered better balance. You have to respect Wallace, because he’s eaten everything and carries the paunch to show it.
Camille complains that her mango crisp isn’t really that crisp, having suffered the unfortunate fate of absorbing the tuna’s marinade. She finishes her second glass of champagne and prods Wallace for another. She’s wearing more jewelry than I own, but is unable to hide the look of someone whose age has caught up with her all at once. There’s a looseness to her flesh, as if she’s wearing her wrinkled skin as a body suit. It’s rumored that she once slept with Bill Clinton, or was it Newt Gingrich? Camille can be indelicate, but her palate is unmatched—so long as she remains sober.
It’s Laci’s reaction I’m interested in. I watch as the watermelon melts in her mouth. Her warm brown eyes, set wide apart in a tan, boyish face, flutter sensuously. “They should have sautéed the ginger and shallot in higher-fat butter,” she concludes. “The butter they used caused the shallot to caramelize and burn, overwhelming the delicacy of the dish.”
She’s an ex-chef at a three-star restaurant in Los Angeles and has been food critic for a major east-coast newspaper for the past ten years. Even Wallace is impressed with her observation and his loud harrumph confirms it.
“What do you think, Alana?” Laci turns her whole body toward me in a sweeping motion.
I think she’s the most self-assured woman I’ve ever met. I think her taste is impeccable. I think how wonderful it would be to kiss her, run my tongue across her perfect teeth, smear her red lipstick. It’s hard to resist the urge to lick the smudge of cream sauce from the corner of her luscious mouth.
“What makes the dish is the tuna,” I say, trying to sound more confident than I am. “Let’s face it, this is the most delicious tuna any of us has ever eaten and each cube is as perfectly diced as its sister.”
“No denying the tuna,” Wallace agrees.
Laci smiles condescendingly. We both know I’m a token at the table, the food critic for the local paper, while my table companions are international gourmands with a global following. “This is good tuna,” she admits. “Too bad the sauce overwhelms it.”
“Yes, I suppose that’s true.” Camille says, stifling a yawn, “OK, OK, I’m ready to move on. What’s next? Are we having the Sauvignon Blanc or have we decided on that overpriced Pinot Grigio?”
Laci winks at me. “I could probably teach you a thing or two.”
I wish she would and I tell her so.
* * *
For our first course, Camille and I have selected Pacific prawns on a bed of fire-roasted tomato risotto. The shrimp is sweet and tender with a hint of the open sea, the risotto creamy and rich. Fresh peas dot the dish’s surface, varying both the appearance and texture. A pinch of micro-greens adds interest and a surprising burst of flavor.
“Oh my God,” Camille tilts her head back and stares heavenward theatrically.
“It’s wonderful,” I say. “I love the peas. Crunchy on the outside. Like velvet on the inside.”
“The shrimp is perfect. And, there are even bits of lobster in the risotto,” Camille reports to the table. “Delicious, just delicious.”
Wallace and Laci have opted for scallops. A pan-seared cylinder of flesh resides on a bed of sautéed leeks. A beet juice reduction, a dazzling crimson concoction, criss- crosses the plate, reminiscent of a Jackson Pollack painting.
“Yes,” Wallace says. “Very nice.”
Laci nods. “My scallop is slightly overcooked, but otherwise it’s wonderful.”
Camille shoots her a glance. “Ah, yes, but you like it pink on the inside, don’t you?”
Laci smiles naughtily. “I’ve been known to.”
“I remember only too well.”
“Ladies, please,” Wallace intervenes. “It’s more than an old man can contemplate.”
Laci rolls a bite of scallop in the beet reduction, spears a leek round, and offers me a bite. “How do you like it?”
The scallop is like butter from the sea, the beet and leek earthy and sweet. I lick lingering juices from my lips. “Incredible,” I breathe.
Laci downs the rest of it in one bite. “Scallops should quiver on the inside,” she instructs, pointing her fork at me. “Otherwise, this is excellent.”
“Next,” Camille waves for the waiter. “It’s time for something more robust. We need a white burgundy or a chardonnay.”
Wallace fills her glass with the last of the Pinot Grigio. Camille takes a sip and leans near him, her mouth at his ear. She whispers something while looking directly at me. Wallace stifles a chortle, before sliding his arm around her shoulders.
“You are such a vamp,” he tells her, to which she merely nods in agreement.
* * *
Laci and I choose a butternut squash soup for our next course, while Camille and Wallace settle on the field greens salad augmented with poached quail’s egg and lamb’s tongue.
The soup, the color of autumn itself, exudes a tangy aroma of star anise, its texture smooth as the underside of your lover’s tongue. As the soup coats my throat I am sated and filled with longing at the same time. I consider discarding my spoon and drinking from the bowl.
Laci’s lips close around the spoon as if she’s sucking a nipple. She nods approvingly. “Oh, my. Now, that is just right. Simple, elegant, ripe with flavor.”
Under the table, she rests a hand on my knee and shoulders up, as if we are co-conspirators in a grand scheme. “Wouldn’t this be nice in front of a fire? I just had a wood burning fire place installed on my patio, next to the Jacuzzi.”
I blink to a fantasy image of naked flesh, dappled with goose bumps, backlit by a flickering flame. She’s a large woman, not obese, just womanly in the classic sense. Her breasts are pendulous, motherly. I imagine her ass—broad, white, and inviting as an unmade bed.
“Maybe you’d like to try it sometime?” I feel her fingers tighten.
“I’ll bring the wine. You make the soup.”
“Something like that,” she says coyly.
Across from us, Camille and Wallace are increasingly chummy. They’ve linked arms to share a sip of the California chardonnay Camille settled on. They’re laughing heartily at who knows what at this point. Camille quaffs her glass. “Watch out for her my young friend,” she tells me. “When she eats a peach, she doesn’t leave the pit.”
“Camille,” I feign embarrassment.
Laci is undaunted. “How’s the salad, Wallace?” she asks.
“The lambs tongue,” he says thoughtfully, “reminds me of a young man from San Diego.”
“He’s such a whore,” Camille says.
“That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Wallace replies.
Laci’s touch rides a little higher on my thigh. I adjust the napkin on my lap and stroke the back of her hand with my fingertips.
* * *
Between courses, a dollop of lemon sorbet arrives to cleanse our palates. Someone, Wallace I believe, has ordered a peppery Zinfandel. A white wine leaves me edgy and wanting more, but the Zin warms me, fills me.
Once in high school, before declaring myself a lesbian, I allowed a boy to fuck me in his car, a used Ford Expedition that smelled of leather and cigarettes. As a precaution against any and everything, I was on the pill. Because he was a nice boy, I let him come inside, my legs spread wide, feet straining against the back of the front seat. The feeling of red wine hitting bottom reminds me of the sensation of his warm semen bathing the walls of my pussy.
For their main course, Wallace and Camille enjoy a veal loin swimming in a silky demiglace and accompanied by a parsnip puree and an assortment of wild mushrooms and truffles.
Laci and I have chosen the rack of lamb. The scent of rosemary and garlic rising from the medium-rare chops is like coming home from the woods on a winter’s evening. The pink of the flesh is like the pucker of a lover’s ass.
Wallace raises his glass in a toast. “To the chef.”
“To the chef,” we all repeat.
We watch as he inhales a bite from the tines of his fork. His expression is pure bliss. He chews once, twice, and then rinses it down with another sip of wine. “Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes,”
“Now, who did that remind you of?” Camille asks. “The young man from New York or that married fellow from Boston you seduced last week?”
Wallace shakes his head. “Neither, my dear. More like the tender loins of other boys when I was but a boy myself.”
“Tender loins, my ass.” Camille waves a hand over her dish, inhaling the fragrance of the mushrooms. “Oysters, porcini, chanterelles. Black truffles. It’s fucking sex on a goddamn plate.”
The folds of the oyster mushrooms glisten in the dim light and the entire restaurant is suddenly redolent with the truffles. I can’t look away and Camille reads me for the wanton little slut I am. She offers a taste from across the table.
“Oh, I can’t,” I stammer.
“But, you must,” she says. “Never pass up a chance encounter with a fat, black truffle.”
It’s like eating your lover’s pussy for the third time in the same evening, musky and familiar, and no sooner do the juices release in my mouth than they release in my satin panties. Oh, I’m slippery down there all right, slippery as an oyster in its shell. An oyster ready to be shucked and swallowed whole.
“This lamb,” Laci says, “is outstanding. Domestic for sure, not gamy like the Australian lamb Wallace and I had in Philadelphia last week.”
Her measured tone belies her surreptitious movements under the table. I’m still recovering from the truffles, when her hand takes mine and pulls it deep into the crotch of her wool blend slacks. “What do you think, Alana? Have you tried the lamb yet?”
Wallace and Camille are too engaged in their tenderloins and truffles to pay us any mind. “Not yet,” I manage, barely able to speak.
“You really should,” but when I try to withdraw my hand, she clinches powerful thighs together. “Here, I’ll cut it for you.”
Laci reaches across to my plate and slices a bite of lamb. As she feeds me, her forearm brushes my nipple through the silk of my blouse and she might as well have tweaked my clit. Thankfully, she and I are against a wall, and no one can see my hand caressing the fabric between her legs. She’s wet too. I can tell by the way the fabric glides across her slit.
Her eyes are on fire as she watches me devour the lamb. It’s strong, chewy, filling.
“You two, you two!” Camille snaps her fingers at us. “You can take the girl out of the bedroom,” she confides to Wallace, “but you can’t take the bedroom out of the girl. Look at these two lovebirds.”
I pull my hand away from Laci. “You have such a dirty mind,” I tell Camille.
“You wouldn’t have a clue,” she replies, “but you can find out anytime you want.”
“How’s the lamb?” Wallace asks me, saving the moment.
“Luscious, delectable, scrumptious. All these things and more.”
“You’re drunk to boot,” Camille says and tilts her wine glass in my direction. “Short ball hitter” she concludes contemptuously.
“I’ll bet she can go the distance,” Laci says.
‘But can she take you the distance? That’s the question,” Camille replies pointedly.
“Bitch,” Laci breathes into my ear. “Her, not you.”
* * *
Dessert arrives in a flourish of waiters and plates and decaf. Laci and I share a chocolate chocolate raspberry torte decorated with chocolate Grenache butterfly wings that remind me of freshly shaven labia. Some much fucking chocolate. I want to eat it off of Laci’s breasts. I want to melt it on her belly and drink it as it drips from between her legs.
Camille and Wallace are sharing an old standby, the Crème Brule. Camille feeds it to him as if he were a baby. His face has grown heavier, his voice more gravely over the course of the evening. “The cream," he mumbles between bites. “I love the cream, love it, love it, love it.”
“There, there,” Camille pats his back, rubs his shoulder. “Of course you do, of course you do.”
Laci grips my forearm. “We’re off to the Ladies,” she announces, pulling me after her.
“Sluts,” Camille calls after us. “You’re both sluts.”
It’s late and we’ve overstayed our welcome, even for food critics. The restaurant, including the Ladies, is deserted. Laci kicks open a stall, towing me along. Once inside, she kisses me, gives me a swirl of tongue, before pushing me against one wall and flattening herself against the opposite.
“Show me your breasts,” she demands.
And, of course, there’s no denying her now. I fumble with the buttons of my blouse, the front snap on my bra. My tits spill into my hands, white and firm, but no larger than passion fruits. “Milk them,” she orders me.
How did she know I’d do anything she asks? I squeeze and pull, gently at first, then more aggressively, watching her watch me. Her mouth is a perfect “O,” her eyes glassy. I’m dizzy, floating, suspended like an egg about to be poached.
“Feed them to me,” she breathes into my ear.
I cup a breast in each hand and offer them up, kneading as if I’m making bread. She graces first one nipple, then the other with her mouth. Sharp teeth nibble and nip. “Suck me ‘til I bleed,” I gasp. My ass thumps the toilet wall like a pulsating blender.
She steps away, face flushed. “Show it to me. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”
I lift my skirt, push pantyhose and panties down, step out of one leg. Below the stripe of curly brown hair, I open myself. I’m ripe and red as a blood orange, oozing juice.
“Fuck,” she says. “Turn around.”
I face the wall, panting like a bitch.
”Spread your cheeks. Show me everything.”
I’m beyond any semblance of modesty. This woman owns me. I thrust out my ass, rotating it, beckoning her. I spread myself for her like a cheap whore. She’s down on me that fast, her nose in my butt crack, her tongue in my cunt. While she laps at my opening, I finger my clit.
I feel it building, bubbling like a pot about to boil. “Oh shit,” I’m almost there already, sooner than I want to be.
It’s her clue to withdraw. She leans against the far wall again and wriggles out of slacks and a thong. She takes my hand and guides it between her legs. I love it that she’s natural, bristling with fur. The residue of my own syrup shimmers on her cheeks as my fingers find her groove. She’s so wet, it’s like dipping into a finger bowl.
Inside, her pelvic muscles tug and squeeze at my tentative digit. She pulls away and lifts my nectar-coated fingers to my mouth. “Taste me,” she says.
She’s salty and sweet at the same time, like Junior Mints and popcorn at a movie, and I want more. I drop to my knees, burying my face in the fur, kissing thighs and lips, running a tongue inside her crease. A strong hand on the back of head pulls me closer.
I penetrate her with two fingers, while the flat of my tongue circles her clit. This girl knows what her lover needs. This girl knows how to get her off. She’s rides my fingers, grinds against my face, whimpers out her fuck noises. I flick her fast and light with the tip of my tongue until a sudden sharp intake of air tells me that I’ve got her. Her come starts with a Yes, yes, yes, continues with a long spasm of her belly, and ends with the walls of her cunt rhythmically clinching my fingers.
When she’s seen it home, I nuzzle my way up to her throat. She holds me, telling me how beautiful I am, what a wonderful lover I am. I sink into her arms, those large, firm breasts. She pushes a thigh between my legs and I begin to hump while her hands clinch my ass. I’m beyond lust, in the fuck-drunk zone where the only way out is to come and come and come.
“Oh god, oh god.”
She’s kissing me and I’m grinding against her. Our nipples duel like swords. Our bodies undulate like batter in a blender. And, then I’m there and there and there, my face in her shoulder, my pussy slick and swollen and twitchy against her greasy thigh. When it’s over and she’s wrung every drop of pleasure from my body, she kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips. “This is just the beginning,” she whispers.
“I want to crawl inside you.”
“I’ll tell you when.”
* * *
Camille and Wallace have departed by the time we return. The busboys have cleared the table and the head waiter explains that Wallace has paid the tab, courtesy of one of the several periodicals for which he writes.
“Wallace always picks up the tab,” Laci says. She pulls a fifty from her wallet. “Our compliments to the chef.”
We hold hands on our way to the door. “I can’t wait to make you breakfast,” I tell her. Breakfast is something I can do. I’ve had plenty of practice on myself.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Eggs benedict, Bananas Foster, French toast. Anything you like.”
“An omelet with Gruyere cheese and chives works for me.”
“Strong hot coffee.”
“Definitely, and maybe a Danish,” she says.
“Maybe bagels and lox,” I counter.
“With capers, mascarpone, and diced red onion.”
“Definitely.”
Laci smiles and squeezes my hand. She flags a cab by twirling her panties in the air. We both laugh, giddy with the meal, the wine, the sex. I think this woman is going to like me—at least as long as the food lasts.
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