by Ella Hilton
Rummaging around in a drawer, he produced a long strip of neoprene, soft and bendy, about 2 feet long, and 4 inches wide. He walked around behind her and stood for a moment. He raised the strip up and brought it down on her buttocks.
She squealed as the neoprene made contact, the noise was frightening, as soft buttock met soft neoprene but he knew that it wasn't nearly as painful as it sounded, indeed after 20 strokes, there was hardly a sign that she had been touched at all, indeed, the '6 of the best' he had administered earlier was far worse.
It didn't sound like that to her of course, the noise had suggested that she had been given a sound beating, her heightened senses had led her to believe it too. More of a mental, than a physical torture! He let her lie for a few moments before unfastening her wrists and telling her to lie on the bed again. Telling her that she wasn't to be allowed to do such a thing again, he told her to bend her knees. He quickly fastened a clip on each ankle cuff to a clip on each thigh strap to leave her legs trussed up. At feeling her legs being restrained in this uncomfortable way, she began to panic, and attempted to unfasten the clips....
This forced him to attach her wrists to clips on the top of the bed, leaving her effectively unable to move.
By this time, she was gasping for breath, and obviously very excited and struggling against her bonds. He went to the drawer again and returned with 2 large, yellow, plastic clips. Her eyes were wide with anticipation as he lowered his mouth onto first one nipple, then the other, sucking and gently chewing each one in turn to the sounds of her loud moaning beneath him. Swiftly, he attached a clip onto each erect nipple, as she cursed him under her breath. Playfully, he flicked each one in turn as he stood up.
Producing a ribbed condom from the drawer, he stood at her side, slowly unrolling it down his length. For the final time, he climbed onto the bed between her trussed up legs. Her moaning became louder as she felt his hot breath on her, and her whole body shook as she felt his tongue all over her, lapping her up. As he sensed that she could take no more, he moved his head away, looked deep into her eyes, held his cock at her open slit, teased her for a moment by holding it at her entrance, and then shifting his weight slightly forward, he entered her.
They both came.... immediately.
The End.
Artistic License
I had just finished setting up my easel when I heard a knock coming from the front door of my studio loft. Upon opening it, I saw Jake standing there looking a little nervous. Jake being a close friend of mine agreed to model for a series of drawings I had been assigned to do. For the next three Saturdays he was at my mercy.
"Ruth, I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Jake mutters as he removes his shirt, "can't we just stick to drawing the top half of me instead?"
"Come on Jake, you can't back down on me now, besides you're already halfway there." Noticing his hesitance, I decided to help him along... I undid his khakis. Together with his boxers, I slid them down his legs.
"See that wasn't so hard now was it?" Shaking his head, Jake hesitated in asking where I wanted him. I pointed to a bench draped with a silk sheet sitting on a large platform in the middle of the loft. "If you could lie across the bench with one arm behind your head and the other resting on your stomach that would be great." Jake walks towards the bench seeming restless and uneasy.
"You know Ruth... I-I don't think I can do this." I knelt next him placing my hands on his knees. "Nonsense...you just need to relax...I know just the thing that will help, trust me..."
I begin to run my hands up his thighs spreading his legs so I can easily fit between them. Gently I begin to lick and kiss at his inner thigh. I could feel his dick growing against my cheek. Switching sides and continuing my work, I reach up and slowly massage his balls running them between my fingers. I start to move my tongue up his hip slowly heading toward the head of his cock. Taking just the head of his cock into my mouth, I began to run the tip of my tongue quickly over his opening tasting his precum as it drips out of him. Slowly as I moved done his shaft, I make strong circular motions with my lips massaging his entire length as it headed to the back of my throat. I made a small swallowing motion to put pressure on his cock as it rested in deep within me. Moving back up his dick I began to bob my head up and down his length flicking his shaft with my tongue on each movement. Starting at the base of his cock, I pressed my lips around him and moved slowly up his shaft attempting to milk him. Feeling his muscles begin to tense, I began to bob faster and pull his balls down slightly with my hand. "A-aahh!... I'm going to cum-mm! ..." Jakes explodes into my mouth emptying himself completely. Swallowing every last drop, I look up at him, lick my lips and smile. "See, no more tension."
Jake falls into position with ease, as I head back to my easel. For the next few moments, I begin to draw, measure proportions, and mark the scale of every inch of his body. When I finished the basic sketches, I told him he could take a break while I get my paints and such ready to continue.
As I turn to prepare my supplies, I feel myself being pounced upon and begin to fall to the ground. "Now it's my turn to play..." Jake smirked as he removed the clothing from my body. Leaning in, he begins to run his tongue across my lips and then dives into a deep french kiss. He sucks on my tongue and then moves to nibble on my ear. Sliding the tip of his tongue in and out of my ear, he moves it down and begins to pay attention to my neck. "Now for the best part..."
Helping me to my feet, he takes a piece of string out of my supply drawer and ties my hands above my head to the top of my easel. He takes one of my paintbrushes off the table next to us and dips it into a cup of water. Beginning with my ears he moves the tip of the brush across my lips, along my neck, down past each nipple, and glances over my pussy. He follows this wet trail with his warm breath, which sends shivers down my body. Turning the brush over and using the wooden end he begins to flick at my clit. He then runs the handle of the brush down and begins pumping it into my tight pussy. Feeling the waves of warmth coming from my pussy, he decided to set the brush down and continue his torture with his hands. Sliding one hand down my stomach, he runs his fingertips across my slit, feeling the dripping warmth of my pussy. Using two fingers he begins to push through and slowly pump them in and out. Reaching his thumb up to my clit, he began to massage it in a circular motion and added another finger pushing it in deep. Jake begins pumping his fingers faster and harder as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. As soon as my muscles begin to tense, and he feels that I am close to cumming, he stops dead in his tracks. Stepping back, he looks over me.
"A-ah...Jake... Stop this torture..." Jake laughs, "And what might my little artist want?"
"Your hard cock..." "And what would you like me to do with my hard solid cock?" "I want your cock in my hot wet pussy!"
"As you wish..."
Lifting my legs, he wraps them around his hips letting my dripping pussy rest on his solid dick. Instantly, I can feel him inside of me, slamming against my body. He grasps my hips and begins making deep hard thrusts into my tight pussy pulling me towards him. "...Harder..." I tried to lock my legs as tight as I could around him to brace myself as he pounds his dick into me. He thrusts get faster as he grabs my ass and tries to hold on. I can feel my muscles squeezing him as I get closer. "... Yes... Ja-ake! I'm cum-ming!!" The feel of my muscles tensing around his dick causes him to orgasm. "A-AAH.... Ru-utt-thh!!" My whole body becomes warm as he fills me with his hot juices. We both begin to pant from the workout.
After a few moments, I feel him soften as he withdraws from my throbbing pussy. Kneeling below me, he licks my pussy clean of our juices.
Jake untied my arms. As I was let down, my knees seemed weak from the afternoon's activity, so Jake quickly caught me before I fell. We sat together on the floor as we regained composure.
Looking at the clock on the wall, Jake realizes how late it was getting. "I have to be leaving...I'm due at work in 30 minutes." He helped me to my feet.
Jak
e begins to dress and gather all of his things. As I walk him to the door, he turns smiling, "You know... I now understand why all of your work is of naked guys." I began to laugh. "Well, what can I say, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."
The End.
The Cowboy
Lyn hummed a country song quietly as she entered the barn. She had rented out the apartment up top to a "cowboy" while he worked for the farm. She laughed when she thought of him as a cowboy because up until about a month ago he had been a manager of some sort. He had apparently gone a little middle-aged crazy and left the hustle and bustle of regular work to chase a boyhood dream of a cowboy life.
She had to admit, she was surprised he stuck with it. His horse was spirited and he was pretty green, more likely black and blue she thought as she chuckled to herself. He was thrown so many times that first week that she considered having the ambulance stand by. He kept getting up and trying again.
He was actually started to ride fairly well. He still had a lot to learn about managing cattle but that would come with experience. She had teamed him up with her best cattle man; in spite of being older and more educated than him the new guy (she still called him that) listened and learned.
"He might actually make it", she thought as she glanced up at his apartment.
It was a slow day with a storm coming up so she had given him the hands a day off while she puttered around the house. The heat preceding the storm was stifling and soon she found herself outside in the barn. She had decided that washing her favorite horse might be a good way to cool down some.
As she pulled Lucky out of his stall she wondered how he would act this time. He had gotten better about being washed but once in a while he would get a little ornery and shake off just as she was soaping him, soaking her to the skin. He seemed to take delight in making her look like a drowned rat. With the heat today she would almost welcome the unexpected shower.
Sure enough, Lucky gave her a shower as soon as she approached him with the soap. He was particularly ornery today and she was soaked by the time she had lucky half way washed. Laughing with Lucky as she washed him down, she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. She peered over his neck and saw the new guy watching her wash Lucky.
As she continued on around she kept glancing up at him in the loft. He was mostly hidden in a shadow and she realized he probably did not know she had seen him or he would have said something. She wondered for a moment what could be so interesting about a horse bath. She knew he had done several already and there was no real trick to it. "Then what would make him want to watch?" she pondered.
As she wondered about this she watched the new guy watch her. His gaze was intense and suddenly she realized it was her she was watching not Lucky. She glanced down at herself in sudden embarrassment and realized that her t-shirt was soaking wet. She had not worn her bra today because of the heat and the wet-t-shirt made her look practically naked. She instantly turned red in embarrassment.
Still she figured if he knew that she had seen him then she would be even more embarrassed so it was best to finish and slip out, never to mention this to anyone. As she finished washing Lucky she occasionally glanced up to see if he was still watching. He was. In fact he had moved to get a better view. She blushed again as she thought of him looking at her. But she was also a little excited thinking that a man actually wanted to see her "that way".
As she glanced up a second time she saw something that made her blush even more. His right hand was moving in the shadows below his waist. It took her a while to figure out what he was doing but the second or third glance she realized he was playing with himself. She blushed again but this time with excitement.
She found herself getting turned on by the realization that a man liked watching her body so much he was playing with himself. As her excitement grew, so did her nipples. The thin wet t-short made them look obscene. She was beginning to not care. She was so aroused now she began to make a show of it. As she finished washing Lucky she turned and looked directly at him. She saw him duck back deeper into the shadows until she licked her lips as seductively as she could while touching her nipples. Then she beckoned him out of the shadows with her finger.
He stepped out of the shadows red-faced. His jeans were bulging at the front as though they could barely contain his cock. She motioned with her hand for him to show her. Slowly he reached down and hesitated. She urged him on by touching her nipples. Then she saw him slowly unfasten and unzip his jeans. As they slid down his thighs they revealed his underwear now with his cock straining to burst out.
She continued staring up at him standing there in the hay loft before she urged him to take his pull down his underwear. He shook his head and pointed at her. Obviously it was a case of "you first".
She hesitated a while then pulled her t-shirt off in one quick motion. Her huge breasts swung free. Her nipples were standing straight out in excitement as she heard him gasp. That gasp was as much applause as she would ever need and she smiled looking back up into the hay loft expectantly at him.
He hesitated a few moments as if trying to gather the courage then slid his underwear down. His cock sprung free and bounced up and down quivering in excitement. She admired the scene. He stood there in a western shirt with his pants and underwear gathered around his boots while standing in a hay loft. It was a scene right out of her fantasies and she could not resist.
Almost reading her mind he grabbed a blanket and through it over some hay bales. Lyn began the short climb up the ladder her breasts swinging in the air until he reached down and pulled her up the last one. They kissed hard; her nipples rubbing against his chest. While she reached down and stroked his hard cock.
She broke their kiss and pulled down her shorts revealing her recently shaved lips. Then she hopped up on the blanket and pulled him to her. She sat two bales up and he hesitated only slightly as his cock touched her wet opening. He eased his thick cock into her as she felt herself stretch to accommodate him. Just as she stretched until it was almost painful he entered her. He kept pushing slowly inside her until she felt completely filled by his manhood. The feeling was so intense she almost came immediately.
Slowly he began to move in and out of her. She could feel him throbbing with excitement already and knew he was not going to hold on for very long either. But all thoughts were soon lost in the intense pleasure she felt as he began to pound into her. What started out as soft and gentle soon became animalistic. In her passion she ripped his shirt off of him sending buttons flying. She ran her hands on his chest then around his back as he slammed into her.
All too soon, she began to cum with such intensity that she scratched his back deeply. The pleasure and pain combined with her spasms around his cock made him cum with her as he shot load after load deep into her womb.
They screamed together in ecstasy then he collapsed on top of her as they panted from the exertion.
Eventually, they pulled away from one another as Lyn apologized for the shirt and his back. He just smiled and told her he was honored to be branded by her in such a way.
"Maybe he'll make it as a cowboy after all." she though as she walked bowlegged back into the house, sore from their sex.
Pirouette
The last group of dancers had exited through the backdoor. The assistant director of City Ballet Company moved from office to office, reaching inside to turn off the light switch. Then he rounded the corner and moved up the creaky staircase, walking past cheaply framed posters promoting past performances.
The red brick of the building still bore the faint but sweet aroma of the tobacco leaves which were cured there until the decline in demand for American tobacco curtailed operations. The warehouse and offices lay in disarray for years, until the city, in an urban revitalization plan, purchased and renovated the buildings as a mecca for artists.
He turned left as he entered the right side of the rectangular rehearsal room, aiming for the Master Control switches for
the light and sound systems which were housed to his left at the back of the room. He turned down a few lights, when movement at the far end of the room caught his eye.
One of the ensemble dancers for the Company's upcoming production of Giselle was resting quietly on the floor. As she looked over towards her, she arose slowly, apparently oblivious of his presence. She remained motionless for a moment, looking into the large mirror which covered most of the stage-left wall. He paused in the rear shadows and watched.
She appeared to be in her middle twenties and was tall: a few inches short of six feet. She wore a simple black leotard over white stockings. Her dirty blonde hair was parted neatly down the middle and pinned up behind in a bun, allowing the pale white skin of her neck to show clearly. Her face was rounded, showing an apparent Slavic ancestry. Her cheek bones were full and high, and still shown forth a slight blush from the vigorous rehearsal moments earlier. Her nose was small, neither thin nor broad. Her eyes were pale green, large and round, capped by a naturally dark eyebrows that extended well across the eye at each end. Her look was buoyant and youthful.
