Meet me for coffee…
By: Coffeeguy (coffeeguy3100@yahoo.ca)

For several days now I had been waiting. To find the right time and moment. Today, this morning…mmm morning fun. Bright sunlight, busy people not noticing, realizing what was in store for you.

You must have known, sensed it…I see you looking around as you enter the coffeeshop. I knew you’d be here…actually your scent alerted me before I saw you. Patchouli?

Heh…you drop your things at a table and before ordering a coffee I see you start heading for the washrooms at the back. You hesitate. You can feel it. In a brief flicker of a moment I see the sheen of sweat at your neck and I see a sketch of your nipples against your shirt.

You walk the long dark hallway, never looking back. You open the ladies room door and it squeaks, the humidity making these wooden doors a little swollen, sticky.

As it starts to close my timing is perfect…my hand reaching in before closes. I quickly slide in and close it firmly, latching it in one move.

You don’t even have a chance to turn around but you notice movement reflected in the big mirror in front of the sink. And then darkness as I wrap the blindfold over your eyes and pull you close into me.

Don’t make a sound slut…lets not make a good situation bad

You feel my left arm close around you from behind and my body is pressed against your back. My hardness evident even through my jeans.

I shove you toward the sink, my breath hot at your neck and then you feel me lightly biting at your skin right at the spot where your trapezius joins the neck. The counter top hitting you in the waist and you fold over it.

We’re not here for a long time hun, just a good time, I say as you feel your long skirt being gathered up, you feel the air hit the backs of your thighs. You quiver and I think I hear a low moan escape from you.

My left hand is halfway down your back keeping you down, while my right slides up the back of your right thigh.

You spread your legs a little.

Huh, slut wants it already…like fish in a barrel…maybe I shouldn’t touch you…let your pussy drip a little…maybe just leave you now, unfinished

I feel your body tense…you don’t want me to leave you do you?

Your breathing quickens…you’ve been silent up until now…then a weak Please escapes your lips.

Please what slut?, my hand continues sliding up, now between your legs…I can feel your heat.

Don’t…

Don’t what? I ask as I pull my hand away and spank your right ass cheek.

Don’t…please

I take 3 swipes against your lovely round ass, hard…stinging my hand, making your cheeks glow red.

You moan…Don’t stop you stammer…Fuckkkk

I drop to my knees…I bite your ass, followed by a kiss as I spread you. Your legs follow suit and your dripping sex is open to my tongue. Your breath quickens…I take one long lick from your clit to your puckered little asshole. You writhe…I take several more licks…each time pushing harder, lingering over your holes. On my next pass I nibble your puffy lips and reach up with my right hand…one finger resting against your clit. Your body responds by rubbing against it.

Mmmmm…yessss

I stand up. Get down on your knees slut. I demand. Without a word you slide off the counter top and kneel on the grubby floor.

Your eyes still blindfolded I put my hand on the back of your head and guide you toward my cock, my pants long forgotten. Both hands on your head now my hard cock is dripping pre-cum as I enter your waiting mouth, you know what’s about to happen and you lick your lips in anticipation.

Fuck so so good. I start fucking your face, filling your mouth with me. Your tongue goes wild swirling around the shaft and then flicking up and down the bottom. I notice your hands are at your breasts, squeezing them through your top. Undo your blouse and show me those tits. You fumble and undo the buttons, pulling the fabric free…the sexy little see through bra only makes me harder.

I reach down, pulling a breast out and squeezing and pinching your hard nipple.

I see your left hand disappear between your spread legs and you start rocking back and forth. I pick up my pace, fucking your mouth harder and faster watching this display of wanton lust.

You depraved little slut…you dirty nasty girly…you want to cum like this don’t you?
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You moan around my shaft and your body tenses. I pull out…my cock wet with your spit and precum.

Oh no baby you’re not getting off that quick, get up and bend over I demand. You get up on shaky legs…close to cumming but still not feeling the release.

In one move I spear your cunt with my prick.

My god could I get any harder? As I feel your silky hot grip I swear I grow an extra inch, my balls sore. We get into a good rhythm, fucking you hard and deep, incomprehensible words and sounds escaping your throat. But I’m not finished yet. After several minutes of hard pumping, I pull out and focus on your sweet ass. Spreading you wide I settle my head at your rosebud and my wide head pops inside. My hand over your mouth you scream and buck as I violate your ass.

This is too much…you rise up on an elbow and reach down to your pussy.

Go ahead slut, let yourself go…touch that sweet little cunt…feel how hard your clit is…how wet being my little fuck-slave makes you

I keep pumping your ass with my meat as I reach around and begin punishing your tits…pinching and pulling your nipples…

That does it, we both fall over the edge…your body tenses…you collapse and orgasm around your fingers…I feel your cum squirt out onto my leg…I erupt, a hot stabbing bullet of cum that fills your ass, you actually have a little orgasm after shock feeling me explode deep inside.

We both collapse in a sweaty heap…my now softened cock slides out and a dribble of my seed runs down your leg mixing with your cum. We stand…you look so dishevelled and immediaetly I can feel my cock stirring again. You turn and I take off the blindfold. I put both hands on the your face and we kiss…deep, hot, satisfied. You suck my tongue and nip it playfully.

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• Escapades of eva pt 7
• A couple practices, then reviews

Master’s Sweetness
By: TJC (tcorbiter2011@yahoo.com)

The Master returned to the house on edge due to constant stress at work and so tired of a caseload that was INcreasing as fast as funding was DEcreasing. He was supposed to care about the downtrodden, assist them in making their lives better, but for the most part they wanted a free ride and those over him in the department were just trying to keep their job or get promoted. The real mission had long been lost.

His Sweetness, the sexy redheaded slave who shared his house, had once been on his caseload but they’d connected in a special way and after breaking the rules and dating her for a bit, he shattered the rules by moving her in and making her willing submissive. They’d just got back from a trip and we’re once again dealing with the dreariness of every day life.

Immediately upon entering the house, the Master poured himself a glass of Bourbon. He usually drank wine, but wanted something stronger this day.

I called you a few times, Master, Sweetness said as she moved up and kissed his neck.

I wouldn’t have been good company and if you leave one message that’s sufficient, calling me endlessly will not solve anything. He turned and loosened his tie, looking over his Sweetness dressed in a tight yellow blouse and a short denim skirt.

I’m not some delicate flower, Master, you could share the troubles of your day with me.

He touched Sweetness’s face and then took a handful of hair. You’re so not a true sub are you? I like that, but it can also be a huge pain in the ass.

I’m here for you is what I’m saying. Sweetness tilted her head toward his grip and unbuttoned his shirt. Master, you’re so sexy, handsome, dominating….

The Master shook his head, not sure he was even in the mood for his curvy flame-haired temptress.

I love existing for your pleasures, Master, take me……..Take me………..TAKE ME!

You don’t tell me what to do, Slut! The Master ripped the front of her blouse and yanked her head back, exposing her neck. I’m going to chew and mark your neck now my little slut! He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck and chewed and sucked until he’d left her skin marked with ownership. He wanted her bearing his mark, but he also wanted her to feel pain, his pain. Sticking his hand under her skirt, he found her without panties and drenched. He rubbed her slit as he sucked her neck deep, his body now ripe with arousal……and anger.

Bringing his hand from her slit, he put his fingers in her mouth, twisting her hair tight. You’re my little slut aren’t you? He slipped out of her mouth and gave her face a sharp slap. Say it!

I’m your slut, your whore, your wench, I am whatever you need my Master. Sweetness panted and groaned. Please take me, Master. I need it, you need it.

The Master hoisted her over his shoulders and spanked her as he took her toward the bedroom. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. Her little whimpers from his strikes turned him on even more. Once at the oak framed, four post bed, he flipped her to her back.

Strip those clothes off and play with yourself while I get undressed, you little whore. He stared at her as she obeyed, quickly removing her torn shirt and skirt, opening herself up, stroking her wet slit.

You actually should be nude when I get home. The Master moved slowly toward the bed, his cock rigid. You have no need for clothes when you’re with me.

Sweetness nodded, shutting her eyes, finger- fucking her pussy.

Pouncing on her, the Master gripped Sweetness’s arms and pinned them above her head as he pushed his cock into her wetness.

Clench that cock, Slut!

Aaaaahhhhhhhh, Sweetness groaned as she gripped his cock tightly with her talented erotic muscles. Oh Master, please fuck me, pleeeeeease fuck meeeeee.

The Master was ramming his cock into Sweetness with furious ferocity, making the gorgeous, shapely melons on her chest bounce around in an erotic dance. Tightening the grip on her wrists, he slammed himself into her body, once again taking ownership of all she was. He felt her legs wrap around his waist as she gripped and held him inside her. Grinding his cock into her saturated slit, he lowered his face to her nipples and sucked them eagerly, using his teeth to make his mark on each of them. Fucking her faster and deeper, he growled into her skin, marking the flesh of her tits deeply.

Oh God….YES…..MORRRRRRRE, cried Sweetness.

Loving how her neck and tits looked with the discoloration of his ownership, he started driving his cock into her with renewed vigor, fucking her with reckless abandon. He let her arms go and grabbed her left ankle, twisting her body sideways, but never stopping the thrusts impaling into her sex. Sweetness was screaming, groaning in agonized pleasure and finally begging to cum.

Not yet, he told her. Not yet. Grab the bed frame. If you let go, I’ll give you the cane. The Master drilled her deeeeep.

Sweetness didn’t grab the frame. Please let me cum, Master.

Grab that fucking frame. He pushed his cock deep and rubbed himself against her up-stretched leg. Pulling up on her ankle to give his sub even less leverage, he slapped her clit with his other hand.

I want it all, Master. You need to cane me. So do it! Sweetness gripped his cock tighter, but her hands did not take hold of the wooden frame. He slid his cock out of her drenched hole and let her leg go.

Getting off the bed, the Master grabbed the thin cane from the side of the dresser. You’d rather get caned than fucked huh?

No! I want what you need, Master.

Move up on your knees doggie style you little whore.

Sweetness moved into position, lowering her head, raising her ass. The Master brought the cane across her round ass, getting a cry of pain from his sub that he hated to admit was music to his ears. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. Perfect lines were forming across her skin. The striping of an owned slave who had disobeyed, but he knew in his heart she was doing this for him, because he did need to cane her. Part of him wondered who really controlled their situation.

Aaaahhhh oh god, Sweetness whimpered. He gave her another WHACK.

The strikes will stop when you grab the damn frame, my stubborn slut. WHACK. You are caning yourself.

For YOU! Sweetness yelled. I’m caning myself for YOU! Her voice was broken but yet still rang with a strength. Finally, though, she grabbed the bed frame.

The Master let the cane drop to the bed and pushed his cock into the sopping wet slit of his Sweetness, fucking her with massive, penetrating thrusts while he rubbed and stroked her swollen clit.

Oh god, Master, I love what you do to me, for me, everything, Sweetness cried. Please let me cum. Please?

Fucking her harder, he saw the cane-stripes deepening on the fair skin of her ass, it turned him on to another degree and he rammed his manhood into her breach without answering her plea. Instead he brought his wet fingers from her clit to the crack of her ass.

I’m gonna finger fuck your ass while I fuck you. Driving himself into her clenching hole with feverish rapid pumps, he then pushed two fingers into her asshole, making Sweetness scream a guttural groan from her center.

Sweetness pushed herself back to him, participating in her own fucking. Pleeeeeeease I need to cummmmmmmm.

Ramming both holes hard, the Master grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head up.

He could see her face wet from tears but she was full of desire as well. Nothing was sexier. Whose ass is this? Say it.

YOURS! YOURS! It’s your ass….always……Master.

Cum on my cock, my sexy slut. Cum on my cock like a wanton slut.

The Master fucked Sweetness’s two holes harder, faster, deeper as her body shook from the fury of her orgasm. He hooked the fingers in her ass to give him a grip of her body as he slammed his cock into her pulsating pussy, feeling her wash it with her warm nectar. Throughout her climax, he kept on with his thrusts, filling her, owning her, showing her that she is his.

Finally he slid out of her sex and removed his fingers from her ass, causing Sweetness to fall flat to the bed in exhaustion.

Not yet, Sweetness, come suck my cock. I’ll be ready to cum soon. Come on. He knelt up on the bed, offering his swollen, plump cock to his slave.

Sweetness climbed up to her hands and knees with a weary smile. I love sucking my Master’s cock. Her eyes gazed up as she took him past her lips and sucked him with slow, sensual movements, just as he loved.

Mmmmmmm oh yeah suck off all your juice and taste it.

Mmmmmmmmm, Sweetness replied.

The Master pulled her face off his cock. Where shall I cum? Tell me where you want it.

Master you know where……

Not yet. Someday.

The Master had never cum in her pussy. He wasn’t ready to do that yet. The day would come, of course but for right now he didn’t want her feeling as his lover, but his slave.

I’ll cum in your mouth, ass, on your face, tits……tell me…… He slapped her mouth with his cock. Come on Baby.

Sweetness was licking at his cock, but her eyes showed anger. My mouth, Master. Please cum in my mouth. No enthusiasm.

Sensing an attitude, the Master shoved his cock into her mouth and fucked her face hard. Taking it. Finally he pulled her face down, entering her throat. Sweetness struggled and gagged but stayed down on him.

Hold it in your throat while I count to five. Don’t you let go, you may gag and cough, but you will hold it in there. He gripped her hair tight and counted slowly……
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1………..2………..3…..

Sweetness’s face shook, she gagged, spit shooting out of her mouth as she gagged over his cock.

Her eyes pleading.

4…………5.

He pulled her off his cock and let her get needed gasps of air, then slid it back past her lips and coated the inside of her mouth with gob after gob of hot creamy cum. Ooooohhh god damn…..

Sweetness took his load and the Master allowed her to swallow immediately. He then allowed her to lay back on the bed, as she was spent. He kissed her tummy, giving her a small bite. You did well. You’re a lucky girl, huh?
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Yes, Master. I’m a very lucky girl. Sweetness was drifting to sleep.

Later, the Master had Sweetness in a tub of soothing water as he sat alongside and washed her hair.

In his mind he wondered about so many things…..did he really control this woman or was she controlling him…..where was he going with his career…..was he in control of anything……and….most of all……would he need to hurt her as much as fuck her in the coming months……he hated himself right now, but he couldn’t help what he was.

TJC

• Escapades of eva pt 6
• A birthday to remember

Master and slut
By: Sashacat (sashacat97@hotmail.com)

Master and slut: written by Sashacat

Wearing her collar she fixes her hair brushing her long red hair into smooth waves down her back to the top of her waist.She checks to make sure she is smoothly shaved not one stubble so Master will be pleased with his slut tonight. Placing her brush on the dresser she begins to apply the slut red lipstick Master prefers. Then outlines her eyes in dark black liner highlighting her vivid green eyes to please Him.Spraying a light scented perfume on her neck and wrists. Then checking in the mirror to make sure she is ready She gets up and goes into the livingroom wearing only a blue thong breasts bared.

She kneels waiting for Him to arrive nearby the crop, paddle, hairbrush, and nipple clamps await her Masters whim.

She listens to Him unlock the door and slowly come into her view her head bows slightly her eyes looking up at him with love and worship.He approches slowly walking around her kneeling there head bowed he reaches and tweaks a nipple making them harden instantly with his touch. He reaches for the crop and striking it against his leg he asks Slut have you bathed and shaved today? She looks up and answers Yes Master, I am prepared smooth and ready for Your inspection Sir. He reaches down and takes her hand raises her to her feet.

He pulls her close inhaling her scent then places a small kiss on her red lips.

He leads her to the bedroom and lays her on the bed and demands her legs spread. Pulling back her lips checking her pussy to make sure not one bit of stubble remains. Very good Slut he says. She smiles knowing she has pleased her Master. He stands and strips off his clothes while she lays there worshiping him with her eyes. He straddles her chest and says Suck your cock bitch Do it now She complies taking him into her ruby tinted lips lapping along his shaft with her mouth and tongue.

He stops her just before cumming walks into the livingroom and grabs the nipple clamps.

You forgot these slut he grins and applies them to her hard nipples teasing the tips as each clamp tightens onto her swollen nipples. He pulls the chain linking them together making her jump with the pain/pleasure sensations coursing thru her body. He reaches over and grabs the hand restraints and slaps them on her wrists then fastens them above her head to the ring in the wall designed there for just this pleasure.
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Shifting down he spreads her legs wide and settles between them lapping her swollen pussy lips biting them pinching them and flicking his tongue along her entire lenght.She strains against her bonds moaning softly as he brings her to the egde of orgasm then stops each time brining her close then stopping not allowing her to cum. He tells her Slut you wont cum until I say you can cum do you understand? She nods her head slowly tears filling her eyes as the orgasm she desperatly needs release from, ebbs then He laps her clit again while she tries to control cumming.

She begs Master to let her cum the pain of holding it back becomes intense.He warns her not to cum or his punishment will be severe.She just cant help it his tongue on her clit the nipple clamps tight on her nipples her orgasm bursts forth. Her juices flow out dripping down to her ass.

Master gets up and turns her over onto her stomack raises her onto her knees and slaps her ass cheeks hard making red marks appear. I told you NOT to cum wench Now you face my punishment She lays there shame faced apologizing begging for mercy. Please Master I couldnt help it He slaps her hard on the ass then gets up and goes to get the paddle.

He comes back as she lays there knowing shes been a bad slut knowing he will paddle her till her ass is firey red and stinging. Tears fill her eyes at his first swat with the paddle against her ass. He swats her a few times then gently runs his fingers over her ass feeling the heat he has made on his sluts ass. She moans and he tells her to beg for more. Do it slut beg me nicely to paddle your ass She looks over her shoulder at him and Begs for him to hit her ass Master I was a bad slut I cum without permission Please paddle me untill your satisfied I have learned my lesson.

She can feel her pussy juices dripping down her thighs. The pain/pleasure is making her so wet.

He gets out the blindfold places it over her head covering her eyes. She can hear him moving around the bed but cant tell where he is or when the next smack will hit her. He swats her hard then moves away leaving her writhing wanting more begging him for more. He swats again harder still the fire of the smack bringing gasps to her lips. He watches her face knowing she loves the pain he is inflicting. She tells him Master your slut will cum soon please may your slut cum? He says No and swats her hard once more. erotic male story

He turns her over onto her stinging ass and opens her thighs. Do not close your legs or move an inch slut he tells her.She hears the soft buzz of the vibrator as he places it hard against her clit. It is almost more then she can bear her hips move wiggling and he moves the vibe away and slaps her inner thighs with his hands. I told you Not to move slut She moans and says I’m sorry Sir. He moves the vibe along her slit down to her ass running it over her tight bud. She moans louder the pleasure of the vibe touching her body the sting of her ass She begs him to let her cum again.

He opens her pussy lips by pulling her mound up a bit and slaps her hard on the clit. She jumps and he slaps her harder then harder still, making her swollen lips even redder with each slap of his hand.

He runs the vibe back along her slit pressing it lightly then harderHe reaches up to pull the chain attached to the clamps tightly applied to her nipples making her wince as he pulls them taut. Her nipples stretch out then back as he runs the vibe over her clit then pulls the clamps. She begs him to please let her cum she is so close he stops and slaps her clit again as she winces from the pain. He thrusts the vibe deep inside her coating it with her juices then runs it over her lips then up over her nipples leaving trails of pussy juice on each spot he touches with the slick vibrator.

He presses the vibe to her mouth and orders her to lick it clean. She opens her mouth laps along the vibe tasting herself on it. He makes her suck it like a cock as she opens her mouth he trusts it in and out . He replaces the vibe with his hard cock warm and throbbing against her lips as she eagerly sucks him deeply into her throat.He fucks her mouth faster deeper harder while reaching down to flick her clit with the tip of the vibrator. then pressing it hard he tells her to cum as he explodes into her hot mouth. With a loud groan he cums shooting jet after jet of cum down her throat swallow it all bitch yes my slut suck me dry. Her own orgasm explodes from deep inside her he presses the vibe hard on her clit while she writhes under him moaning on his cock still thrusting in and out of her mouth.

He thrusts the vibe fast into her sopping wet pussy , fucking her hard drawing out her juices making her pussy spasm with each pounding slam in and out.

He slaps her lips with his cock then her cheeks as she moans with every wave of pleasure he is wringing from her body. He turns and laps her clit with his tongue while still slamming the vibe deep into her wet hole. His cock slides between her tits against her chest hardening as he laps her clit back and forth. his cock slides and bumps the chain on the nipple clamps pulling her nips making her squeal with the triple pleasure she is feeling.

He draws the vibe out and places it next to her turns and slides his cock deeply into her steaming velvety smooth hole she gasps and moans loudly feeling him fill her pussy tightening her muscles on him.he reaches down to flick his fingers fast and hard over her clit slapping it then rubbing slapping again making her go wild with the sensations filling her body.He can feel her growing wetter spasming deeply clasping his cock on each hard stroke he makes in and out and knows she is going to cum again.

He tells her cum slut make your Master cum at the same time as you She squeals loudly tightening even more moving her hips furiously up and back matching each stroke he makes into her.

With a mighty roar he yells I’m cumming cum nowwwwwww my beautiful slut She feels him tense and explode into her contracting cunt. She moans and cries out omg yesssssssss as her orgasm flows over her waves of pleasure filling her her juices flowing and mixing with his. He reaches down gathering her slutty juices mixed with his cum on his fingers and brings them to her lips and tells her to lick them clean, she laps them and sucks his fingers into her mouth sucking them sliding her tongue over each finger savouring the taste of them both on his fingers.

He reaches down to releash her nipples from the clamps massaging them soothing their swollen hard tips. He then releases her wrists from the restraints then removes the mask and pulls her to his chest snuggling her murmering I love you my naughty slut She smiles a soft satisfied smile and replies I love You my wonderful sexy Master. He tells her that next time she misbehaves He will be alot less gentle and her ass will be plundered. Smiling a sly little smile she replies I will behave Sir but behind her back her fingers are crossed. She drifts off to sleep thinking of small things she can do to misbehave tomorrow!

• Erotic seduction of steel
• Meet me for coffee…

Mary Christmas
By: TJC (tcorbiter2011@yahoo.com)

Mary Christmas

The Christmas party was in full swing at the palatial mansion atop the hill overlooking Phoenix. A purple hue below a haze of copper lined the mountains as the sun set on the horizon. It was getting a bit chilly and so Tate zipped up his windbreaker, sipping his Long Island iced tea. It was his friend’s party and other than a few around the patio and inside the house, he was the only one who hadn’t gotten into the BDSM lifestyle.

There were women leading barely dressed men around by leashes, and men doing the same with young slave girls. Some of the women also had female mistresses. The lifestyle intrigued him but as of yet he hadn’t taken the plunge. Being that he’d recently broken up with his latest girlfriend, however, the feelings were again starting to dominate his thoughts.

Having a good time, Buddy?

Great party, he replied. The scenery is wonderful. Tate’s friend Jerrod was a successful investment broker and was worth millions.

The mountains? He smiled Or the more local scenery? A goregeous black girl walked by and bowed her head in deference.

Both. They laughed.

Still using the internet to jerk off to BDSM fantasies?

Come on, man. I’m not sure it’s in me. Besides I don’t know any women like this.

There are ways to meet slaves, all sorts of ways. Just takes some time and a little bit of a financial commitment on your part.

I suppose. Tate had money, not like Jerrod, but his consulting firm was bringing him roughly two hundred thousand per year.

I want to give you a Christmas present. Interested?

What do you mean?

Come with me, my good man.

Jerrod took Tate down to his game and rec room. There was a blonde woman spread eagled on the pool table being fucked in her pussy by a man while a woman sat on her face, slapping her tits. Tate felt his cock twitch with arousal at the scene.

Looks fun huh?

Tate nodded and followed his friend through a door and a short hallway which led into a bedroom in the bowels of the house nobody would guess was even there. It was a sparse room save for a four post bed, a small dresser and a cage in the corner. On her knees inside the small cage was a naked, pretty young woman with her black hair cut short over the shape of her head.

This is Mary, Jerrod said. A new slave here and she decided to cum without permission when I was fucking her and then she got drunk at a normal party and embarrassed me.

I’m thinking of cutting her loose.

No, Master, Please. I beg you give me another chance. She pressed her face to the cage. Please?

Shut up and listen, you stupid whore, Jerrod said harshly. This is my friend Tate and he is thinking of getting into the lifestyle. You will be his slave down here until he’s done with you.

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You either be his slave or you pack your clothes and get the fuck out tonight. You’re free to go, Mary.

Jerrod, I don’t want to force anyone, Tate said.

She chooses this lifestyle of her own free will. She can leave if she wants.

I know , but….

I’ll do it, Master, Mary said with sniffle. I’ll do it.

See? Jerrod said with a smile. He walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer. A few whips, paddles, all sorts of stuff. I expect you to give her some pain because she needs it.

Okay…. Tate had fantasized about this for so long, now it was here. A woman with a nice body was to be his and he could use her for his sexual as well as sadistic pleasure. He was nervous inside but also thrilled.

Jerrod unlocked the cage and Mary crawled out and knelt between them, eyes down, hands on her thighs.

Sexy isn’t she? Jerrod patted her head. I cut her hair short as part of her initiation. It’ll grow back. male fuck stories

She does have a nice body, Tate said as he stared her perfect size 36 tits.

Arch your back, Jerrod said as he pushed her, show my friend your tits. The slave arched and displayed the beautiful tits for his hungry eyes. I expect Tate here to have a good time. If he doesn’t have fun, and you get off too easy, I’ll have you beaten by the other girls severely. Clear?

Yes, Sir.

Jerrod walked up to Tate and whispered in his ear. Merry Christmas, Tate, my man. Fuck this bitch. She’s got a nice shaved pussy that’s tight as hell. He patted his shoulder and Tate smiled nervously, still staring at the slave on her knees. Let loose for once in your fucking life and do what you want. You won’t get another chance like this. Jerrod walked out and Tate heard the door click shut. He was alone with the slave named Mary.

Tate stood there for what seemed an eternity and Mary looked up finally.

Sir, how may I serve you? Her voice was soft, almost innocent. He went over to her and tentatively reached down and touched her left tit. As soon as his hand cupped her, she arched further and let out a little moan.

You like being a slave?

It’s fulfilling in a way. I do like it. I love it in fact.

You’re very beautiful, Tate told her and touched her head, easing it back. You will do anything I say?

Of course, Sir.

I can do anything I want to you?

The rules are no broken bones, no burning or cutting, but …yes.

Tate was starting to feel comfortable and aroused. He slowly opened his pants and then stopped. Take my pants down, Mary.

The slave slipped her hands into the waist band of his pants and pulled them down, while Tate slipped out of his shoes.

Briefs too, Sir?

Tate nodded.

Mary took hold of the back of his briefs, her hands were cool on his ass, while she took her mouth and lodged the front elastic between her tongue and teeth and pulled out. As the briefs went down his hard cock brushed over her face. He now stood in front of her with his cock at attention.

Tate was in the role now and eased her face to his cock, slipping into her mouth. Let me see how well you suck a cock. Keeping her hands at her sides she moved her face back and forth, he could feel her tongue sliding around under his hard-on. It was amazing. Her big brown eyes looked up at him for approval as she filled her mouth with his manhood. Never in his life had Tate felt like he did at this moment. Never.

Throat that cock, Bitch. Mary pushed her mouth over his dick and gagged softly as he entered her throat.

He grabbed her magnificent tits and squeezed them, then took the hard nipples in his fingers, pinching and rolling them which made the cock-sucking slave moan.

Rub your pussy, Tate ordered. I want to see your hand move constantly. You stop I’ll tell Jerrod you’re a lousy slave and did not please me. He saw her eyes flash nervously as her hand went down to rub the glistening shaved slit between her legs. He put his hand behind her head and started fucking her face. Mmmmmm rub that pussy and I’ll fuck it. You want your pussy fucked Mary?

The slave nodded as she gagged at his cock hammering the back of her mouth. Tate felt the incredible taste of control and let it swarm over him like a blanket.

Mary was moaning and groaning over his cock and seemed to be in pleasure herself. Her hand was furiously rubbing and pumping her wet slit. Her could hear the wetness as she fucked herself.

Tate wanted to fuck her. He wanted to whip her too. He was insane with the desire to take and conquer. Pushing her face off his cock he ordered her to lean over the bed on her elbows. Mary coughed a bit once her mouth was free but she did as she was told. She had an ass to match her gorgeous tits. Tate gave it a hard whack with his hand, he then slid it between her legs and felt a pussy that was dripping.

You’re a hot little whore, aren’t you Mary?

Yes, Sir, I’m a hot little whore, she moaned. Please fuck me. Use me.

Tate stripped off his polo and windbreaker and grabbed a short strap from the drawer before moving back behind the sexy slave. The soft, pale skin, was beckoning him to stripe it. First he slapped her slit with his cock, making her quiver, and then pushed it into her slowly. Just as Jerrod had said, she was tight. He could feel her clenching down on his cock, making her pussy a tight little hole.

When he started thrusting she began moaning in a loud sustained chorus of carnal pleasure. God he was loving this.

Tate fucked her hole like a madman, she was his and he was going to show her his temporary ownership. The strap came down on her ass and he relished her sharp cry.

One, she said with a whimper.

You’re counting? Tate took her soaked slit for all it was worth. Mary kept her pussy clenching down on him.

Master likes me to count spanks and whips so he can hear my voice inflection. Mary was breathing heavy as her body shook from the force of Tate’s thrusts.

I like that, Tate said. He struck her again, this time on her hip.

Twooooooo, cried Mary.

And you like this? You’re a pain whore? Tate drove his cock deep and then reached around to stroke her clit. It was swollen and wet. This woman was aroused more than his previous girlfriend was when he’d eaten her pussy.

Oh god, no, she moaned, but I love submission and giving my Master pleasure through whatever means necessary.

Well you’re sure giving me pleasure, Baby. Tate whipped her ass hard three more times while he rammed his cock deep into her hole.

The sight of the thin stripes over her flesh was like fine art to him.

Tate pulled out and pushed her to the bed, then grabbed her legs and flipped her to her back. I want to see you while I fuck this little pussy. Immediately he shoved his cock back into her and renewed his assault.

Mary arched her back, her bulbous tits moving up like mountains. Tate fucked her harder but rubbed her clit with gentle fingers. He could see tears in her eyes but her moans told him she was in her own pleasure.

Like that, Bitch? Feel good?

Oh yeaaaaahhhhhh, Mary groaned. Will you allow me to cum? Please?

Does Jerrod let you cum? He said you came without permission.

I usually ask….. she was moaning and fighting for her breaths…. But it came on so …sudden.

I want to whip those tits.

Master, do it if you wish, she said with a strain. Just let me cum, please.

Tate slowed his thrusts, enjoying the tight wetness of her slit while he tapped her clit with his finger, making her body quake with desperation. He knew he couldn’t last much longer either, his cock was raging with orgasmic delight.

You can cum, but only after I whip each tit.

Yes, Sirrrrrrrrr.

Tate brought the strap down on her left tit and she screamed out the number six. His other hand and cock kept on working over her slit. The feeling of control and power was like a drug. He already knew he had to get into the lifestyle. There was no turning back. He whipped her right tit hard.

Oooooooo Sevennnnnnn, she screamed. May I cum now?

Yes, cum on my cock, he ordered and in seconds his thrusting manhood was drowned in warm nectar as the slave let loose with her flooding orgasm. Tate kept fucking her through her pleasure and holding back his own explosion. He knew what he wanted and Mary’s creamy slit was giving him the lubrication he’d need.

Thank you, Master, for letting me cum.

Tate loved being called Master. Mary belonged to Jerrod, but right now she was his plaything. Now it was time to do what he hadn’t done with a woman in years. After pulling out he flipped her to her tummy.

Jerrod ever fuck that beautiful ass of yours? Tate had to pinch his cock to keep it from cumming.

Yes, Sir.

Reach back and open those cheeks for me, you little slut.

Oh god, she said fearfully, wouldn’t you rather have my warm wet mouth again, Sir?

I want your ass, he said and spanked her striped ass with a firm hand.

Eight! Mary moved up on her knees a bit and reached back, pulling open her ass hole.

Tate smiled and pushed his hard cock into the tightness of her ass. Mary screamed out as he went deep. As he began fucking her he saw her hands shake to keep her cheeks apart and he took her harder, making her scream out in a guttural stream of ultimate submission. Finally he let his cock erupt in gusher after gusher of hot cum. He stayed inside her a few minutes and listened to the delightful sound of her whimpers and groans.

God damn, I loved that, he said as he withdrew his cock. Tate sat on the edge of the bed and then let himself fall back. I will tell Jerrod you pleased me a great deal.

Thank you, Sir. Mary said quietly. A trace f a smile on her face. I think you will be a good Master for some girl.

I plan on giving it a shot.

Sir, I’m going to go clean up and then get back into my cage unless there’s something else I can do for you?

Tate shook his head. He needed to get going. He touched her face and got up to get dressed. Without another word Mary got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. A new world had opened for him, and he as going to explore it.

TJC

To my Readers:

Sorry it’s been a while, very busy this time of year. That and I’ve hit a writer’s block on Lorenzo and Julie as well as Titus and Delia.

For now I hope you enjoy this piece and I want to wish all of you the happiest Holiday Season and best of luck for 2008. Tom

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• Master’s sweetness

Lost the ability to stay away
By: Anonymous
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As she drives the 30 miles to his house she thinks to herself, Well, you know you wouldn’t take the time or effort to do this, but he is such a good lover you cannot help yourself. She thinks to herself also, I wonder if I am going the right thing. So, what is the right thing? What exactly is it you want? Well, she thinks, she wants to feel and have the passion and the ultimate orgasms only he seems to give her. She wonders if she will ever be able to try a new lover again.

She worries, well, what about the inevitable disappointment she would feel? Isn’t worth it. She has had a lot of lovers in her lifetime, some good, some great, but none actually like this one. When at first she found out he was a Dominant she really didn’t know what to make of it all. Although she wants more and needs to have it, she thinks, it is what it is, He is who he is, she knows she has lost the ability to stay away…stop trying so hard she thinks, just relax and enjoy him.. Driving and thinking she becomes wet. Can feel her mind and body getting excited. Just earlier that day there were strong exchanges of words. Actually the crux of the problem seemed to be that she wants to see him more and is addicted to this man sexually. Seems moot now.

Unimportant. Trivial. Trite. Only because she is getting nearer, and closer to what she needs and wants from him. She doesn’t really want to talk now, idle chit-chat seems boring. She wishes she would just take him into the bedroom to get what she wants right away, but, alas he is busy. He is always busy. Something always going on. Aloof. Preoccupied, obligated. Maybe that is the attraction. Maybe, maybe not. As she drives down the main street she actually slows down, and thinks, Am I crazy? Yeah, but, what a way to go she thinks. Keep it simple stupid, just resign yourself to the fact you need what you need and get it and be satisfied with that. She never knows what to say to him. She would like to kiss him upon seeing him, but, he is busy and she has to wait. She always has to wait. He likes to make her wait. Actually, she likes to wait too. She likes to watch him doing whatever it is he is busy with at the moment. She likes to be patient, or seeming so, although in her mind she is going crazy with desire and need. He is going away. Very busy as usual. Packing for a trip with a lot of equipment strewn around the apartment. It is like navigating a mine field.

She finds a spot on the sofa and sits and watches. She pours herself a glass of wine.. He would have to have on those black tight thigh length silky underwear. I wonder if he knows they look so good on him. He would have to come and stand and bend over right in front of me. I wonder if he did that on purpose? I had to reach out and touch him. I had to. Sometimes I am afraid to do so. He can be fierce and a brute. He can crush me with his tone, so I don’t like to bother him.. But, I do reach out and touch him..aAnyway. He feels good. He doesn’t seem to notice and says nothing. I watch him work. He is very intense at what he does. I wonder, will he ever be done? So much to do. I wish I could help but I cannot. I think to myself, I just love it when he is over my house. He looks relaxed. I feel happy. No tasks. No work. No worries. Or, seemingly so. While I watch him I think of things we have done. I feel my breathing become rapid. Be patient. Funny, I have always been the seductress. The table has been spun on me, oddly enough. Tis’ a little off putting. This one is in control not me. Totally. Actually I like it. Seems to take the pressure away.

Makes me feel calm as to not to have to worry if or if not he wants me, because I am confident he does..or, I wouldn’t be there now would I? It makes me feel easy inside that he knows what we want. Actually I want what makes him happy. He knows how to go about making that happen for us. Finally he is done. He says, I think I will take a shower. We go in the bedroom. I wonder exactly what I should do. I take off my clothes and I have on a black-lace long top and thick-cut thong like black lace underwear.. I stand there against the wall and he asks,What are you doing? I say, Waiting. I wait for him to return. He comes out and brings me and make me lay down. He touches my body, then he kisses me. A deep kiss. I think he knows how much I love that. Actually I can orgasm just by kissing like that, just does something to me. This is only the third man in my life I ever let kiss me like that. He stops because he knows I want more. He makes me sit up.. Then he gets the black leather cuffs, so nice they have black fur on the inside, he puts them on me tightly, now I notice they have a silver clasp to hold them together and to hook elsewhere.

Then he puts a leather collar on me. I love that it feels so good. Tight. Sure. Somehow I am not sure I should be wearing it, he says it is only to try.. I feel a little like a filly trying to get used to a saddle. It is ok, I like it. Maybe someday I shall earn the right, but now, I feel a little like an interloper.. I don’t’ care, if he want me to wear it I shall proudly. He pulls me and says, kneel down here in this doorway. I do. He whispers in my ear. That is what I really want. I tune out everything else, his voice puts me in a zone so fast. He says things to me that only I know. Then, he takes my wrists and pulls them very tight and hooks them in the doorway. I have to almost stand on my toes. I wonder what it is he will do. I feel the crop run up and down my sides. I try to keep my breathing constant. If you hold your breath it can be worse. I feel the first crop on my shoulder. It hurts, but it feels good. Again. Then, the other side. Then, my side, then my ass, then my other side. It hurts, but, I have come to like it. Without the pain the pleasure wouldn’t be as intense I think. He comes around the front of me, he puts on the nipple clamps.

They hurt badly. Almost too much to take, my nipples have always been the most sensitive part of my body. I try, but try as I may I cannot help from almost crying from the pain. He knows. He doesn’t leave them long, he gets the clothes pins, and they seem to feel so much better, hurt, yes, but bearable. They make me crazy. That with the sensation of the crop drive me. I feel so wet, I am practically dripping down my legs. He crops my chest, then, my sides again, then, my shoulders. The last time he did this he was so fierce it took three weeks for the marks to go away. I was being punished. But, not this time. I think, if I never get a cropping like that again it will be too soon. I won’t ever do anything to deserve that again. That was like slamming your entire hand in the door rather than just nicking one of your fingertips. I didn’t scream though, although I came mighty close. I am not going to hold it in anymore. I am just going to let it out. Seems to help. He says; I would like to read you a story. He comes right back. He said, Pick a number between 1 and 19.

I say unhesitant, 6. He said, Alright Then, he reads me a story about a couple that makes home movies of their love-making, funny, he said we were just talking about that ourselves, I wonder why you picked that number? I only did because my birthday is the 6th. But, he read it so nicely, and he stood behind me, and I could feel him there, and I arched my body and my hair as to touch him, and his voice make me want him so much, I could hardly concentrate, I had to think very hard to listen and pay attention, If I had to repeat the story I don’t think I could, I would like to read it again sometime, and I would love to make a movie, that would make me so crazy I think it would come out wonderfully. The cropping leaves me very needy. He comes around and goes and touches my pussy and it is very wet, hot, needy, and swollen. He goes down and licks me. I die for that. As he pushes his face into me I arch to meet him I cannot help myself. He lifts me off the floor and I am hanging my wrists.

They hurt intensely, but that tongue on my clit and that face in my pussy makes me go to a place in my head. I don’t know if I leave reality, but, I cannot hear or think of anything else. My wrists really hurt and my hands are going numb. He puts me down, and unhooks me. He leads me over to the bet and pulls me up and hooks my wrists to the top of the bed. He looks me right in the eye and says, Do you want me to eat that pussy? I could die, I say, YES! I would beg and cry and do anything at that point I know I would I am totally out of control. Totally. He goes down between my legs and starts by just brushing against my pussy.

He has a short beard and a mustache and I can feel the light brushing of the hairs. He doesn’t open my lips he just lightly runs his tongue over the lips. I am crazy in my mind. I want to scream but I don’t. I actually ache for it. He knows that. He knows he is teasing me, slowly he very lightly licks my clit. It is so intense I cannot even help myself, I moan and I arch to meet him. If I had my hands I would be tempted to pull him into me. But, alas I don’t. I pull on the cuffs, that makes it all even more intense. Then I pull my legs open and I would practically beg him to just lick my clit as hard as he can. He does, he does and gets right on my clit and just stays on it and it just runs through me and sends sensations up and through my entire body. Just waves and waves of delight I can even feel it in my nipples, it is just like electricity. Slowly he puts his fingers in my pussy, it feels so tight, I am so wet. Then he slowly puts his finger in my ass, he lets me push down on it and I cannot help pulsating up and down, in and out, all the time still on my clit. If this is what they call heaven I would just love to die and stay there.

I feel myself becoming unable to hold off much longer, I just love to enjoy it so much, I want it more and more and longer and longer as long as I can stand it. Then, I come to a point that I feel a growl coming up in side of me and I cannot help it it has to come out. I loose all reality, and I finally come to that single point of no return. I stop breathing for a second and an orgasm comes over me, and he knows exactly when it is going to happen and believe it or not, just stays on my clit so long and so hard I think I am going do die from pleasure right then and there. He makes me come for so long and so hard I feel like I am going to faint, I cannot help but call his name..

The spasms and the orgasm lasts a long time. Longer than with any other man. That is why I keep coming back. I cannot help myself. Then, he doesn’t stop he keeps on just staying on my clit, actually I came four times once. I was in pain in the end. I said, NO, and he said, Don’t ever say no to me, say stop. For three days after that time my clit was in pain. First time for everything. Then, I want him inside of me so badly. He unhooks me from the top of the bed, my arms and shoulders are so sore, I move them around and get them to feel a little better. Then, he is on top of me, I want his cock in me I cannot even stand it. He rubs it up and down my pussy, then she shoves it in me so hard and so fast I gasp. I love him inside me. It makes my pussy pulsate like another orgasm, or still from the one I just had. I want to scream it feels so good. He fucks me so good. He changes the pace from fast and hard to slow and soft, it makes me crazy.. I practically am going crazy now, he knows he gets me like that. I love his tongue on me, but this is what I really want. He gives me waves of constant orgasms that feel so good that I wish it would never stop.

I reach behind his ass and shove him into me even deeper. I can feel his cock at the end of my cunt. The feel of the head of his cock going in and out of me drives me deeper and deeper into a frenzy that I telegraph that to him, I can tell he is getting close to coming now, and his excitement makes this and it all worth while. He asks me, Where do you want me to come? I love it when he comes on my ass, and on my chest, and I would love to just swallow it, but, tonight, I have to have it inside of me, and I say, Come inside of me. Between saying that and when he does is the sweetest moment. The best things in life are actually free like they say..

He says My name when he comes also, very intense, very, very sexy man. Makes it all worth while, and takes away all the doubt and questions, and just replaces it with a deep satisfaction, I laugh to myself that I get myself so crazy without this sex with him… After, while we lay in each others arms, and listen to soft music, I wonder why it is I get crazy sometimes, when, all I really want is this. Before he sleeps I like to give him a hand massage, he likes that. I like it too, it is funny when I do it, I know he enjoys it and it helps him to relax and sleep, me, I like it too because that is the only time I get to soothe the beast, when I do it, I cannot imagine him being anything but calm and satisfied. That is my story. 10:21 p.m.

6/7/07′
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• Dispoiled but innocent the final humiliation
• Laying low in rio.

Loser
By: Mr Deviant (MrDeviant111@Yahoo.com)

She came from out of nowhere on her big, chromed-out Harley Fat Boy and damn near tore the front half of my bicycle off. To make matters worse she was headed exactly were I was—the health club. To say she was rude was an understatement as she had barreled her way through the door by me without so much as a by your leave. Hell, the woman must have thought she owned the place. At least she acted like she did.

Now I am not one to start a fight but my daddy always told me, You don’t start the fight, but you damn well finish it!

Today I had been pushed too far.

As if nearly getting run off the road several times today wasn’t enough, I’d been deliberately soaked by people running through puddles they could easily have avoided, insulted while waiting in line at a restaurant I’d stopped at, accused falsely of theft by a cashier I’d caught with their hand in the till and that was all before noon. Now, coming back from my hellish day, though a very good ride, I’d decided to stop at the health club I’d joined last week for a workout and maybe a sauna to relax by. What do I get for my trouble? This bitch irritating me even more than I already had been.

The last straw was when, just as I was about to get on the Model B rowing ergometer with PM3 monitor, she took my place on it as I was getting ready to use it. I admit it, I lost it!!
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Move bitch, I fairly growled at her.

Ex-x-xcuse me, she stammered.

Move, now, bitch, I continued, You saw me preparing to use that and you took it. Remove yourself from it before I remove you from it.

My intense gaze had an affect on her.

She broke into tears.

Great, just what I need—the waterworks from some ditzy, lame-brained, blonde bimbo, I thought.

Unfortunately for her I wasn’t in the mood to be nice. Unfortunately being nice was forced on me by the other members.

Ok, I said exasperated, I’ll tell you what. Let’s be sporting and civil about this. I have a proposition for you. male female sex stories

A what? she screamed, Do I look like a prostitute to you?

I glanced over her body in the time it took her voice that thought. She was encased in a full-body Lycra workout suit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Every curve, every crevice was accentuated and very highly desirable. Her long legs moved with the grace of a prima ballerina but the intentness of a martial artist, her flowing jet black hair, which ran all the way down to her lower thighs, cascaded down her back like a dark waterfall and her manners were as crude as she was beautiful.

Who are you calling a bitch? Who do you think is a prostitute, she said.

I contained my rage, but only for the moment.

Take a picture it will last longer, she continued.

Lady, and I use the term loosely, you haven’t a clue as to whom you are messing with, I said while glaring at her.

She continued fighting with me until I finally could take no more.

Fine, you wish to test your metal with me. How about a simple bet then? If you are not afraid to lose, I said laughingly.

Bet? I love betting. What are the stakes? she asked breathlessly.

I love gamblers; they are so easy to get pointed in the right direction.

Simple. As I recall you got really upset because you thought I assumed you were a prostitute. Well the loser becomes one—for 1 week. The winner, obviously, becomes the pimp for the other, I said as I watched her jaw drop to the floor.

I didn’t think she’d go for it but I was pleasantly surprised when she did. I guess she’d assumed that after my long ride it would not be much of a competition.

Ok, you’re on. So now that we have the stakes for the bet what is the contest? she said.

Even simpler, first one to give up loses. We row until one of us drops from exhaustion or concedes the contest. We both wanted that machine so it only seems right it is the way to settle our dispute. Oh, and one more thing, to keep this short the dampers must be kept fully open at all times and strokes per minute must exceed 31 as well, I said.

Little did she know how much I row regularly. Up to date, I have rowed over 6.1 million meters, or, for those of you who prefer miles, 3791.7172 miles. As you can imagine this is a favorite exercise of mine and I am pretty good at it. Of course, I should be as I was on the rowing team in college—the championship rowing team.

Your on, she said and the clubs attendants brought over the other machine, previously being used during our fight, over and placed it by the one that we fought over originally.

We both got ourselves prepared and ready to row. For me that meant getting my log card put in to record my meters, attaching my heart rate monitor (which I pulled out of my bike bag, with my other equipment, thinking how lucky I was that I had put in there just in case) and getting my fluid bag, called a camelback for obvious reasons, filled and on me ready to row. For her she simply got on the machine, I guess she thought this would be easy—it wasn’t to be though.

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes became hours and still we were side by side unyielding. I had to admire her spirit or at least her desire not to lose.

Somehow, as long as our contest went on, no one left during it. I suppose it had something to do with a mixture of sick fascination, hard cocks and wet pussies. After all the loser would become a prostitute for a week and one way or another the first clients, whether straight, gay or bisexual, male or female, were probably already in the room.

Eventually, as I knew from the outset, I won.

Well bitch, I intoned, what is your name?

My name is Tonya, she said.

I backhanded her harshly.

No dear. From now on your name is whatever your Master, me, chooses it to be, I told her.

Her eyes dropped immediately.

I see you know something of proper attitude in front of a superior male, slut. It is good you learn your place right from the start, I gently mocked the former bitch.

Striding forward I grabbed the slut and forced her to her knees in front of me.

Stay, I said with implied threat before leaving.

When I returned I held up a pair of very sharp scissors with which I used to cut her clothes from her body.

If you were truly a good slut you’d have been naked when I got back. Instead I have to cut your clothes from you. Don’t worry, you won’t need them! I barked at her.

Many gasps were elicited as her clothes were cut, especially once I revealed her tight, full 52 GG size breasts with nipples that were at full attention (not a surprise since she certainly had everyone else’s). The weight of her breasts was surprisingly light given their size, no to mention that they seemed to defy gravity exceedingly well. The heat they generated went straight to her face it seemed as she blushed immediately upon my holding them.

So far nearly a ½ hour had passed with her naked and on her knees yet the sexual violations she was expecting had yet to come.

As a famous man once said, Anticipation of death is worse than death itself, so it was with her dreamt of violations. Could I make them everything she thought they would be? That she maybe, just maybe, hoped they would be? I didn’t know but I sure as hell was going to try.

Now I’d never teased anyone for more than 8 hours but I really wanted to show this slut what being a bitch to me results in. Thankfully for me my bike bags had all my fun toys in them. You see last week I’d joined this gym right before I left for a week of biking and bondage (the new BB of the 00s).

Of course being the serious bicyclist I am I have my bike decked out for complete comfort and maximized for carrying capability. This means multiple panniers with lots of storage space. One for clothes and some toys, the other all toys. I was loaded for Bondagefest ’07 and still had the adrenaline high that a weed there had left me with. As you can imagine this festival did not have clothing as a requirement so I had more toys than clothes for obvious reasons.

Slut, her new name, made me, just by looking at her, want to eat at the Y often and die between her breasts. I signaled to one of the attendants to close up the building after bringing my bike inside it.

Her eyes went wide as I started to line up the various toys from my bags.

I had everything you could fit in them in there and my inventory consisted of many lengths of rope, knives for knife play as well as cutting the rope, cuffs, bondage clothing, gags, Velcro, a crop, several floggers, a feather duster, a small nipple/pussy whip, clamps, clothespins, liquid latex and a few other more intimidating devices. The more toys I pulled out the more I could see her fear—the smell of it was almost palpable in the room.

Well, I said to the room, Aside from the management of this facility I must ask you all to adjoin to the changing rooms whilst I prepare slut for her new life.

She knew she was never to be the same after a week with me. I’d turned her into a prostitute and I intended to turn her into much, much more—a cock-hungry, sexually depraved, cum-swallowing, submissive pain slut with all holes available for use at all times to all people.

It was a foregone conclusion how she would turn out because I intended to record every act she does after today and use it as blackmail against her. Although after what she will do for me today I’d actually have to use it.

As Clark, the bodybuilder with little brains—either set—but large muscles came over to me I could see the lust in his eyes. Slut, in all her long-legged, large-breasted glory was eyeing him suspiciously know what was coming.

I pushed slut into position on all fours so I could enjoy her pendulous breasts swaying and her nipples scrapping the carpeted floor thereby involuntarily becoming aroused. While I prepared to use her pussy and ass for the first time I decided Clark could use her mouth. A decision that I later regretted as she nearly had to dislocate her jaw to swallow his thick, albeit short, cock. To give him credit he skull-fucked like a pro and she took to the treatment—as a piece of meat to be used and then discarded—as if she was born only to that type of treatment.

What had I gotten myself into?

Was I introducing this woman to a world of perversion or did she lead me into it? I was beginning to wonder. All I knew for certain was that at this point she had caused me to do more than I had dared even dream about doing previously.

What will I do next with her? You’ll have to wait and see.

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Lorenzo’s new Plan for Julie [part 6 of 17]
By: TJC (tcorbiter2011@yahoo.com)

Lorenzo knew he was becoming more and more taken with Julie, his 19 year old redheaded scholarship student who in exchange for her college education was his slave two nights per week. He’d started this as a result of a recurring fantasy throughout his life and now that he had the means to do it, he was making it happen. Now, though, he was thinking of his young slave while he was with his wife. Julie was becoming his intoxicant. He couldn’t get enough of her.

It couldn’t be love, he thought, because he loved nothing and nobody but his ki**, but he cared for her and he wanted more time with her. It was time to amend the rules a bit. There would be no argument from Julie because he definitely felt her falling for him. She was becoming a true sub in that she loved being near her Master and hated time away from him. It was all working just as he’d read.

The previous night he’d stayed with her for the first time and Lorenzo could see her smiling as she came out of the bedroom. When she saw he was still there she dropped her robe as she knew as long as they were alone she was to be nude.

Thank you for staying, Master.

I enjoyed it too, Julie. What time is your first class this morning?

In a couple hours,’ she said. She knelt by his leg as he worked on the computer. He sipped his coffee and offered her a sip.

Are you doing well in school?

Yes, Sir, I think so. The first grades will posted in a couple weeks.

You will give me your online ID and password for the school system so I can check your grades myself.

Yes, Sir.

Go over and sit in the corner and play with yourself for me. Legs open wide.

Julie grinned and crawled over the corner in front of Lorenzo. He watched her open her creamy legs and begin stroking her pretty pink slit. Lorenzo eyed her and felt himself growing inside his robe.

Get it nice and wet, baby, he told her. I’ll be done with this in a minute. But I need to tell you something.

Yes Master? Julie was using two fingers to rub and play with her swollen nub. He could see her glistening lips aching for attention. She could get wet so fast for him, and that was one thing he loved about his slave. Her soft moans began to fill the room.

Lorenzo walked over to her and touched her soft hair as she stroked herself.

I’m going to start coming here more than two nights a week. He saw her smile. Oh yes, she was going to accept her new role. In fact I’ll come whenever I feel like it. You’re now not only my slave/scholarship winner, but my mistress. You belong to me and me alone. No boyfriends. Clear?

Yes, sirrrrrrr, she was clearly struggling at holding back, but like a good girl, she was learning that she couldn’t stop without permission.

In addition to books, tuition, rent and all that, I will provide you with a new car and some credit cards. Make no mistake, though, I still expect you to do well in school. If you fail in school, you’re gone. I like my women to have an intellect. Lorenzo tilted her head so he could see her bright green eyes. Do you understand all this and accept?

Oh yes, Master….yes….Oh Master let me cum…please?

Not yet, but you may stop stroking MY pussy. He opened his robe and told her to get up on her knees. She obeyed, her eyes gazing up lovingly at him. He could sense her devotion growing every day. Lorenzo let his cock trace over her angelic, sweet face. Would you like to suck my cock?

Yes, Master, very much.

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Lorenzo guided her face over his shaft and gently took a handful of hair and eased her back and forth. The pleasure of her warm mouth was pleasure beyond anything he’d ever had with other women. Perhaps it was the control he had, but it was also the sheer, unchecked sexuality of this gorgeous young girl and her willingness to surrender to him.

Your pussy, your mouth, and your ass are MINE, he said as he kept moving her back and forth, fucking her face. No other man will touch them unless I wish it to be so. Clear?

Mmmmmmmm HHHHmmmmmmmmm.

I will do with your body as I please. Be it pain or pleasure. But I will never injure you, nor will I ever order you to do anything unlawful.

Julie nodded as he kept sliding back and forth.

My word is law to you, absolute law. In exchange I will care for and nurture you…train you to be a good sub and an exceptional woman.

Julie again nodded as he took her mouth faster, almost gagging her with a thrust. He then pulled her face off him and ordered her to lick his balls. She did so gently, her eyes looking up at him for approval.

Do you have any questions, Julie?

No, Sir, she said tea-bagging him for a second, sucking his balls. I am yours, Master, mind, body and soul.

Good girl, get up on the couch and I’ll fuck you before school. Julie crawled to the couch and lay on it, her one leg draped over the back, opening herself wide for the man who owned her. Lorenzo moved up and let his robe drop to the floor, rubbing his cock over the saturated slit between her legs. You’ve done well keeping MY pussy nice and smooth for me.

I want to please you, my Master.

Lorenzo slid his cock into her slow and deep, feeling her clench down on his member just as he’d trained her to do.

‘Put your arms back over your head and the arm of the couch. They will not move from that position. She obeyed and he started fucking her with penetrating, hard thrusts. Lorenzo grabbed Julie’s right ankle and lifted her leg high as he took what was his and his alone. Driving his hard cock deep into the warm wet pussy of his willing slave. She moaned and writhed with every invasion of his manhood. The power of his thrusts made her tits bounce wonderfully, her moans, quivered from the force of his body slamming into hers. He was a master taking his slave and showing her what being owned is all about.

Oh master…..PLEASE…..

I need to cum!

Lorenzo had almost forgotten he’d made her masturbate earlier and so Julie had to be tinkering on the edge. You will be allowed to cum, but not yet. Hold back.

Ohhhhhhh godddddddddd…… She screamed in agony and let her arm come off the arm the of the couch, pounding the cushion. Oh Myyyyyyyy Godddddddd.

Lorenzo saw her arm punch the cushion and immediately slapped her tits HARD. I told you to keep those arms there! He slapped her tits again and gripped both ankles now. Maybe I won’t let you cum at all since you can’t follow instructions!

I’m sorry Master, you have me so turned on…this is soooo hard….

You can do it. You MUST control your body.

Yes, Sir.

You’re lucky I don’t whip you. Those arms move again, I will. Understand ? He slapped her face. Huh?

Yes, Sir, I’m sorry, she said in tears.

Keeping up a steady barrage of hard thrusts into her soaked hole, he finally gave her permission to cum. Julie’s body shook in spasms while he felt his cock being smothered in the warm sweet nectar of delayed orgasm. His thrusts came deeper, harder, and faster as he slammed her throughout her pleasure wave.

Julie was screaming in pleasure kept moving her sex up into his thrusts. I love being fucked by you, Master……oh god……….

Letting go of her ankles, Lorenzo slid out of her and moved off the couch, his cock purple and swollen, ready to explode. On your knees. Julie, panting with deep breaths, fell off the couch and knelt before him. Open your mouth like a baby bird to be fed. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. After just a couple of strokes, he came on her face with a spurt and then slide his cock down into her welcoming mouth. She expertly sucked him dry as his convulsions shook his body with pleasure quake after pleasure quake. Her moans vibrated over his cumming cock as he held her head in place, filling her mouth.

Don’t you swallow.

He stepped back and ordered her mouth open since he loved to see his cum in her mouth. As cum dripped along her nose and cheek she opened her mouth so that he could view his artwork. It was on her tongue and dripping down from the roof of her mouth. With a smile he gave her permission to swallow and kissed her head.

Do you have anything to say to me, Julie?

Thank you for letting me cum, Master. And thank you for feeding me your cum.

Good girl.

Sir, I better get ready for class.

Lorenzo nodded. Yeah best get going, Baby. By the way…

Julie was crawling out of the room until out of his presence, but stopped and looked back at him.

As my mistress/slave, I may take you on weekend trips with me. IF you earn them.

Sir, thank you, I’d like that.

This is going to be a good arrangement, Baby. Off you go. He watched his slave crawl out of the room. Oh the possibilities were endless. He was looking forward to so many things.

*****

Julie dressed for class in a state of euphoria. She was Lorenzo Thomas’s mistress and she would see him more often it sounded like.

She loved giving herself to him and had decided that other men bored her. It was him, she wanted. Her Master. His bald head, his sharp olive eyes, his power and control. Deep down he had a loving side, she’d felt it, but it was his anger and control that had made her an addict. She’d purposely punched the couch in order to test his discipline. She wanted it. It might be fun to push the envelope with her Master a little. It just might, she though to herself as she grinned at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

TJC

***** Lorenzo-Julie fans: I’ll be out of town, so there will not be a new installment for a couple of weeks.

Thank you all for reading so faithfully and I hope you’re enjoying it. If any of you have suggestions of what you might like to see, etc ….feel free to e-mail me. Thanks again. TJC

• Dear master by: cum girl
• Last night i had a dream….

Lesson Two
By: inyourfate (inyourfate@yahoo.com)

She absentmindedly bit her bottom lip as she was preparing dinner, anxiously trying to recall if Sir liked red wine or white wine with salmon. Although it was rare that he requested salmon, she was frustrated with herself for not remembering. Frenzied over her task and unaware she had actually bitten hard enough to draw blood. It slowly ran down her chin and tickled her neck. She leaned over the sink and pressed a towel to her mouth when she heard Sir step into the room. He approached her, taking the towel from her hand.

Gently lifting her chin as a father would a ch**, he cleaned her face. Her arms fell to her sides, as she closed her eyes and listened to his rhythmic breaths.

He carelessly dropped the bloody towel in the sink, but continued to hold her chin up. She felt his dark eyes studying her face. Slut . . .? he called. Sir. . .? she breathed. You know your name well I see. She could hear the pride in his voice. His hand shifted to her throat, he stepped toward her forcing her to step back. Her backside bumped into the kitchen table and she buckled her legs to kneel. He tightened his grip on her throat and held her up. Remove your clothes, slut. He said sternly. She swallowed hard, closed her eyes, and took a struggled breath. She twisted her arms behind her to unzip the gown, wiggled her shoulders and the straps slipped off. She felt the cold satin brush her nipples, and tease her body as it fell to the floor.

Letting go of her throat, he stepped back and while she refilled her lungs, he thoroughly looked her up and down, admiring his property, You always were one beautiful bitch he mumbled to himself.

He cupped her left breast, but quickly let go -he loved to see them bounce. He rolled her pale pink nipples between his fingers until he felt her flinch. Clasp your hands behind your back. he said softly as he smacked her left breast, again just to see it bounce. She sucked a quick breath and fought a smile, but it was too late -he had seen the edges of her mouth curl. Ohhh, you like that, slut? he taunted. Yes Sir. she whispered thru a sheepish smile. She heard him as he shuffled around the table removing the place settings. He reached across for a handful of hair from the opposite side of the table, twisting it around his hand; he gently pulled her toward him. Lay back, slut. She set her hands on the edge of the table and pushed herself up -the cherry wood was freezing against her bare skin.

She arched her back to escape the cold, and lay there in all her glory, like a thanksgiving turkey.

A stinging tingle washed over her body . . . the dinner candles! Drip . . . drip -each time the hot wax licked her exposed flesh, her nipples, her stomach, and her thighs -she shivered with pleasure. He loved to see her like this . . . and she knew the more she wriggled and whined, the harder he would fuck her later. She kept her hands at her sides, but squirmed and sniveled like her life depended on it. erotic male orgasam stories

The table warmed to her writhing body as she relaxed to the touch of his hands lifting her head. Go to the bedroom, slut . . . lie on your back, and wait for me there. Mindlessly she rose up and slid off the table and walked sleepily to the bedroom.

She sat on the end of the bed, pushed herself back, and crossed her arms above her head. The bedroom door whined opened. Sir came to her; sitting on the pillows above her head he cradled her head in his lap, and smoothed his hand over her forehead and into her hair a few times. She sighed contentedly as he slid his hand down her neck to her breasts. Because the touch of her Master consumed every part of her mind body and soul, she was unaware of another man the room.

She felt a weight at her feet and opened her eyes to this strange man. She gasped and tried to sit up, but Sir held her firmly by her wrists. Calm yourself, slut. He paused to look at her, and found the ragged breathing and terror in her eyes more arousing than expected. You belong to me, and you will do as I say.

Do you understand me, slut? he asked in a reprimanding tone. Yes Sir she said in a cracked whisper. Open your legs, slut he said stiffly. She turned her head to hide in his lap as she slowly opened her legs. Sir nodded at the man to proceed. She held her breath and buried her face as the strange man mounted her. Look at me, slut. She rolled her head around, and met his eyes. The other man slammed himself inside her. She gurgled in pain and jerked against her Master’s powerful grip. Take it, slut he ordered. As she closed her eyes, he pressed her wrists together in one hand and pushed then under his folded leg. He leaned forward to ensure she could not pull loose, and pinched her nipples, as he watched the other man slide in and out of her. Abuse that pussy he ordered the other man, I want to hear her cry out in pain and beg me to make you stop. Her whimpering was muffled, but Sir knew the man bottomed out with every stroke -he could see her stomach muscles tighten with every thrust. That’s it, slut, take that big black dick . . . feel it burn he sang. He positioned his hand on just below her belly button and pressed down to feel how far she was being stretched.

She arched her back -in pain or pleasure he did not know- but he continued to press down as the other man viciously fucked her. The other man finished and left the room.
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She flattened her back and relaxed with a deep breath. Sir released her limp wrists -she was exhausted and weak. I’m impressed, slut he mused. You are one tough bitch. But I meant what I said. . . I want to hear you cry out in pain, and beg me to make it stop. Stay slut, I will be right back. Yes Sir she said in a weak voice. While he was gone she could think of nothing but her tightly swollen pussy, throbbing and sore -no one was even touching it and it hurt.

After quite some time . . . he returned with his torture tool of choice and laid it in the dark corner where she could not see. Come here, slut he commanded as he stepped in the room. She quickly shook her sleepiness and rose from the bed. Kneel he said arrogantly. She did as she was told. He leaned forward to find a handful of hair, yanked her head back, and kissed her on the forehead.

Open your mouth, my little slut he said pleasantly, as he took hold of her head with both hands and pulled it onto his big black dick. The shaft tickled the back of her throat and she gagged. Embarrassed, she pulled away, her neck strained to push against his grasp; she put her hands out to shove against him. Put your hands down he ordered in a tone she had never heard him use. She dropped her hands to her knees like the good little sub slut she was, and he continued to fuck her throat. Occasionally she would flinch and begin to reach up, but caught herself mid-motion.

When he had had enough, he took her by the hair and angrily walked her to the bed.

On your hands and knees bitch, he growled, I’m gonna make you beg for mercy!

• Darkness pt 3 – the secretary and the stripper
• Meet me for coffee…

Learning the Ropes
By: illusions (Veiledtruth@aol.com)

Learning the Ropes

Nice apartment. Very cute. I said as we stepped in and shook off our coats. He hung them up and flashed me a smile that made me blush. He knew, I know he knew. I came here with the intent that this would be a friendly stay over, but Alex knew if he tried anything I wouldn’t deny him. I couldn’t deny him. I was in love or at least seriously infatuated and had no clue how he felt.

Would you like a tour? he questioned. I nodded while he took my hand, not really giving me much of a choice. Alex showed me the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, and lastly the bedroom. The apartment was very quaint for a man living alone, till you got to the bedroom. The walls were an off white and completely bare. He had one decrepit dresser pushed against the wall by the closet and a small turtle lamp on the floor. And in the middle of this sea of nothingness was one lonely full sized bed complete with ice blue sheets. It gave me chills just looking at it. The room just felt so…cold.

I asked to use the bathroom and with his permission I darted out of the room.

A minute or two later I came out to find him on the couch watching television. I sat down beside him and got settled. The show was only mildly entertaining and I found my attention drifting. I looked at Alex out of the side of my eyes and was shocked to see him staring at me full on, not even trying to be sly about it. I could feel his eyes on me and it made me squirm. I felt rather then saw his arm reach out towards me and moved away from his grasp. Calm down, he chuckled, I just wanted to put my arm around your shoulders.

I gave a little nervous laugh and moved back towards him, he put his arm around my shoulders and pushed my head down on his chest while he leaned back stretching out

. I was very tense and unsure of what to do. It was nice being against his body though, he smelled wonderful. Slowly relaxing, I shifted my body to get more comfortable. This caused me to wiggle against him and I felt his body tense up. He grabbed my face in his hands and turned me to look at him. With his eyes staring so intently into mine it took all my will power not to turn away. His hand started caressing my cheek as he leaned towards me. Our lips barely touched and it was like a fuse was lit. It escalated fast and in minutes he was on top of me, hips pressing hard, lips mashed together. You want to take this to the bedroom? he whispered in my ear.

I looked up at him, doubts filling my mind. Alex, as lovely as that offer is I don’t think so. I’ve just gotten so bored with sex. It doesn’t really excite me anymore. His eyes held a weird gleam and he licked his lips.

So you don’t desire a cock in your pussy, you don’t want sex he said, leaning closer, his eyes burning into mine. You want to be fucked. Fucked hard. And made to feel meek. And submissive. I moved backwards slowly, uncertain of the feelings swimming around inside of me, my breath speeding up. You want to feel controlled, he continued, drawing even closer, like a little slut. Designed to pleasure her Master and Controller. A good obedient little whore. My mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. I was speechless. His sneering face excited me in ways I never thought possible. The only thing I could manage was a nod. Alex got off the couch and half lead, half dragged me to his bedroom. With a sharp toss I hit the bed and turned to look at him. He stalked towards me, slowly, that evil smile never leaving his face. It was almost like I could see the beast, living just underneath his flesh. All too quickly he was in front of me.

I sat on the bed and let my eyes travel up his body; with much reluctance my eyes met his. I heard his zipper go down and my eyes jumped to his crotch. With a single move the pants were gone and all that stood before me was a pair of blue briefs, hugging his hard member tight. He twined one hand through my hair and used the other to lose the underwear. I took the whole of him into my mouth on the first try. He shuddered and bucked his hips against my mouth.

It’s been so long. He whispered to no one in particular. oh yes, that’s what I like. He moaned, working up a rhythm. Yes that’s a good little fuckhole, he sneered, pumping in and out of my mouth roughly.

You take that like the slut you are. Tell me you want it Alex said pulling out of my sore mouth. My voice was hoarse at first but I was able to answer him.
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I want it I replied. He tugged my hair sharply, pulling my head backwards till my throat was completely at his mercy. I was entirely vulnerable to his every whim and that thought excited me. What was that? He asked angrily. I didn’t respond fast enough for his taste and soon felt the sting of his hand across my cheek. What was that bitch? he asked once again. I didn’t know what answer would please him but I had to respond or risk getting hit harder. I want your dick, Alex. Please Alex, give it to me. He cracked an all-knowing smile and pushed me roughly on the bed.

Don’t move. He warned and disappeared from my view. I didn’t dare move; I knew if I did the punishment would be great. I heard him walk back in and the sound of ripping foil following shortly. I stole a glance over at him just in time to see him slip a condom on.

He looked up and I turned my face away, hoping he didn’t see me looking, hoping he wouldn’t count that as moving.

If you like it i’ll add the next scene……

• Darkness part 7 – the schoolgirl gets to cum
• Master’s sweetness

Laying Low in Rio. [part 4 of 17]
By: TJC (tcorbiter2011@yahoo.com)

LAYING LOW IN RIO

January was a cruel month. Cold and gray most of the time. The holidays over and spring so far away. Nothing to look forward to. Lorenzo knew when he was forced to get them out of Oslo he wanted to go someplace where winter and January were far easier to take. The best place to be when feeling low? Rio De Janeiro. He smiled to himself as he watched Julie prance about on the beach adjacent to the villa he’d put a deposit on. Hopefully they’d be able to stay here for a good amount of time.

Want to swim with me, Master? Julie was standing in the sun and silhouetted against the blue sky over him. She ran a finger down his chest. Lorenzo was in his khaki cotton shorts, no shirt and his white Panama hat.

I’m not into swimming, Baby, he said, patting her soft hip. She was in a skimpy green bikini, her pale skin had begun to take on a slightly bronze look. He always warned her, though, that like most redheads, she was prone to getting burned.

You never swim with me and the water is exhilarating. Julie stretched her arms to the sky and moaned. Oh I love it here, she said. I hope we can stay a long, long time.

It’s my plan for now to stay here as long as possible. He punched a few numbers into his laptop and checked the accounts. The money was good. It was more the people after them. Domino was relentless and would not quit, and now he saw that his face adorned the FBI’s wanted list. Not the more public Top Ten Most Wanted List, but still among the wanted on their website. Baby, make sure you make no calls and tell nobody your name while we’re here. You understand that don’t you?

Yes, Sir. Julie bent and kissed him, Lorenzo sucking her tongue as he caressed her throat. His body was hungry again for his young slave.

Do you know I want you all the time, Julie? He slipped two fingers into her bikini and probed inside her slit. Huh?

Yes……oh god yes, Master. The feeling is mutual. She kissed his neck as he stroked her ribs with his free hand. Oh Master, you know what I’d like to do?

What, Baby? Lorenzo let her kiss and nibble his neck as he pushed his fingers deeper.

I met a guy at the public beach who runs a charter fishing boat. Deep sea fishing.

And?

I’d love to try it, she purred. Wouldn’t it be fun?

Lorenzo said nothing, instead letting his mind consider things. If it was a trap, being at sea on a fishing tub would literally make them fish in a barrel. It was not at all a good idea. Then again, it probably wasn’t a trap and if he checked the guy out carefully, he could ensure it was safe.

Master?

We’ll see. We’ll see. He pushed his fingers up deep inside her and rose out of the chair, hoisting her over his shoulder, wiggling his probing digits inside her wet slit. Before we catch fish, though, I think I just caught you. He could feel her nibbling and licking his back. Let’s get you to the bed for a good hard fucking.

Lorenzo carried her into the villa and flipped her on to the four post bed that dominated the back bedroom. The salty sea breeze blew gently in through the patio screen door. He pulled her bottoms down and off and then unhooked her top, revealing her round tits. Tan lines on this sexy body. He began to remove his shorts.

I can try and sun them away, Master, Julie whispered.

I kind of like them, he replied. Grab that frame and don’t you dare let go. Lorenzo pressed his thumb against her clit and lowered his face to her glistening hole, sucking a lip gently. Julie writhed on the bed grabbing the frame above her head. I am going to fuck you silly.

Oooooooh Master take me, she purred . Please take me. Lorenzo ignored her, sliding his tongue in and out of her while he fingered her swelling clit until it was as hard as a pebble. erotic male modeling stories

Beg me, Lorenzo ordered, pushing three fingers inside her hole.

Beg me or you can forget getting fucked and forget cumming.

OOOoohh Goddd!!..pleaseeee..please fuck my hole…I ..need you..Mmmm..inside me…taking me…controlling..me. Julie was shaking her legs, desperate to be taken and Lorenzo finally moved up and rubbed his hard cock around her sex.

Julie, Baby, Lorenzo said as he wiped his wet fingers over her tummy, licking the nectar up as soon as he put it there. I’m going to fuck you like a bitch. Your hands come off that frame I’ll put you in pain. His slave was groaning as he tapped her clit with his cock before shoving it deep inside her. Lorenzo took Julie with massive invasions.

The muscles in her tummy tensed again and again as she jerked her hips up to him, her head turning to one side.

Aaaahhhhhh. Ooooo..ooo…only you..know how to fuck your bitch this good Master. Her hole clenched repeatedly, grabbing at every hard inch of Lorenzo’s stabbing sword.

Lorenzo squeezed a nipple and took her deeper, harder, but the thrusts were slow in between….slow withdrawals before hammering home again. This is my instrument, he told her. I play you perfectly! She pulled her legs back, opening herself wider for him as her tits bounced wildly from the force of his thrusts. Julie’s screaming moans were filling the room.

God you’re a sexy whore.

Lorenzo fingered her clit and nipple with his hands, his cock moving back and forth. I’m playing all of your erogenous zones. An orgasmic symphony. Moan louder Bitch, make music for your Maestro!

Oohhhh..Oohhh. Fuck meeee. YESSSS!!..YESS. Julie’s hole starts to grab his cock tight while her body shakes. Lorenzo could see her fingers turning white as she gripped the frame like grim death. I’m so close, Master. Sooo close.

You best not think about how close you are, because I want you to hold back. Lorenzo moved his hands away from her nipple and clit and gripped her ankles, lifting her ass off the bed as he fucked her like he owned her.

Julie was screaming, her arms pulling on the frame as she went insane under his assault. Oh god, Master, please let me cum for you. Pleeeeeasssse.

Can’t hold back? Lorenzo took her still harder. Maybe I’ll let you cum but give you five lashes with the belt for not being weak.

The moans from the center of Julie’s being were like cries of anguish as she struggled to keep her orgasm at bay.

I will..hold ..back..I will.. .Oh god damn.. …She pulled so hard at the frame, the back of her shoulders lifted from the bed.

Good girl, Lorenzo said, sliding his cock and tapping her clit hard. He then slid back inside her and circled it around her walls. Does that feel good, Baby?

Oooo you are torturing me, Master.

I can torture with pleasure or I can torture with pain. You want pain?

Oh…no….I love what you do to this body, Master.

Lorenzo started thrusting into her hard again, shaking his slave’s body with earthquakes. Taking his fingers to her pussy again, he pressed down on her clit and buried his cock deep, grinding against her wide open sex.

Cum for me, like a well fucked whore. Cum for me now!

Julie let loose with a sustained scream of pleasure, her head turning back into the mattress as her slit poured out nectar over Lorenzo’s throbbing cock. He kept on ripping into her until he knew she was spent.

Oh Thank you, Master, she said with a pant. Thank you for letting me cum for you.

Now let’s pump my cum into you. Lorenzo increased the ferocity of his thrusts and took his slave like a madman. Finally his cock emptied into her with spasm after spasm of shooting cream. He slowed up then, sliding his cock back and forth in her warm, wet slit, and told her she could let go of the frame.

Rub your tits, Baby while I slide back and forth in this hot little pussy. Julie moaned and molded her tits under her hands, glassy eyes looking up at him.

What are you going to do with my cock now, Baby?

I’m going to suck you clean, Master, Julie said in between her deep breaths. If you let me.

I’ll let you, my sexy slut. I will let you. Lorenzo slid out of her and knelt up on the bed. But you’re not going to just suck me clean, you will suck me to hardness again. He slapped her thigh. Come on.

Julie rolled over on her tummy and moved up and around to his cock, resting on her elbows. May I begin, Master?

What happens if you don’t get my cock hard? Lorenzo stroked her soft red hair.

Then I should be punished as you see fit, Sir.

Lorenzo took a hold of her hair and brought her mouth to his cock. His slave opened up and engulfed him in a soft sensual suck. If you fail, I will most assuredly give you a whipping. Julie moaned over his cock at his words, moving her tongue back and forth under him. She pressed her lips harder around his cock, turning her head side to side, twisting her lips over him. He groaned in ecstacy.

Damn, you know how to suck that cock don’t you Baby. You want me to fuck you some more huh?

MMMmmmmm HHHhhhmmmmmmm. Julie was pushing her mouth down on his hardening cock, gagging herself.

Yeah fuck that throat. You already know I’m getting hard again. Lorenzo fingered her nipples that hung down as her head moved back and forth. Mmmm I’m going to fuck you again, then fuck your tits and shower your face.

MMMMM, she moaned deeply hearing his words, keeping his cock buried inside her throat, the muscles tense and loosen as she choked repeatedly.

Okay, on your back again. Lorenzo ordered. In seconds he was fucking his slave’s slit once more. Nothing like fucking a bitch twice. You grateful?

Julie’s pussy grasped at his cock. I am sooo fucking grateful to you, Masterrrr. She was moaning and groaning. I’m so fucking wet for you. Reaching down, she grabbed the back of her knees and hoisted her legs back, opening herself wide.

You should be grateful, My sexy slave. Lorenzo was taking her harder, deeper, ripping into the slit he owned. We’ll both cum twice.

When you ask to cum I will let you, but you better stay tight or I’ll shove this cock right up that little ass of yours. Julie was a mass of whimpering moans and twitching limbs as he took what he wanted from her. She was rocking her legs back and forth faster while he pumped her repeatedly.

Masterrrrrr, please may I cum again? Julie let out a guttural scream. I need to cum for youuuuuuu.

Do it! He ordered. Cum for your Master.

Oooooo goddddddd you fucking own me! she screamed as her slit flooded in nectar once again.

Damn right I do, he said. I can fuck you anytime I want and in any hole, …….never forget that! He kept fucking her cumming slit. Push those tits together.

Julie let go of her legs and grabbed her tits. Pushing them together while keeping her legs spread apart, her hole tight. Oh Master, cover me with your cum. Mark me as yours.

After giving her a few more deep thrusts, Lorenzo moved up and straddled her tits, fucking the soft flesh with fast movements of his throbbing cock. Mmmm nice soft tits for me to fuck.

He shoved all the way through her mounds and sprayed her beautiful young face with a shower of hot creamy cum. As his cock spurted, she moved her head around to get it on all sides of her face. God, he thought to himself, he had a hot little slave. That cum looks good on your face, Baby.

Lorenzo slid his cock into her mouth and let her suck him a while before using it as a shovel to scoop the cream from her face to her hungry mouth. Mmmmm, Master, I love tasting you.

He finally got down off her and fell on the bed next to her. In minutes they were laughing and playful. Lorenzo and Julie were in Rio, had money, and all the time in the world if they could stay ahead of those chasing them……..

* On a fishing boat in the harbor……*

So do you think they’ll hire you, Jorge?

She seemed interested and said she’d talk to her boyfriend. Jorge was sliding his cock back and forth inside the tall, brunette American. She’d paid him five hundred dollars to approach the young redhead and see if he could get her to go on his charter boat.

Well hopefully it will work out and they’ll hire you, Baby. Mmmmmm your cock feels good.

Thank you, you’re a beautiful woman. He increased his thrusts. I don’t even know your name and why you are doing this.

I’m a friend of theirs and I want to surprise them, she moaned. My name’s Lara, Baby. Lara Jordan.
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