Whip Me

by Cathryn Cooper

  ‘You are very ready, aren’t you? Positively dripping. Do you want me to fuck you, Ash? I need you to answer. No nodding that pretty little head. I need you to say it.’

  Though my face grew so hot I felt feverish, I took a deep breath and said it. ‘I want you to fuck me, Eric. Please,’ I added for good measure and without thinking I stuck my ass out further. Beckoning. Pleading with my body.

  The growl rumbled from low in his chest, his hands bit into my hips and he shoved into me so fast my breath stuck in my throat. Then I sighed, sinking thankfully back onto his cock as he fucked me.

  I wasn’t much good on trust. Not under the best of circumstances. Nearly dark, tied up, with a stranger wouldn’t be considered the best of circumstances. Many men had taught me that trusting a male of the species was an earmark of stupidity. For whatever reason, I trusted him, though. I trusted him to have me bound, keep me nearly blind, and fuck me. It was freeing, this blind trust and I let the thought slip from my mind as he pushed a little higher. The head of his cock was smacking my G spot repeatedly. I tried to fight the orgasm, the clench that was beyond my control as my body gripped his. I lost. A spectacular loss that was trumpeted with wave after wave of pressure and release. All I could do was rest my forehead against the cool plaster as I sobbed out my pleasure.

  ‘Good, good, girl,’ he whispered against my ear. His hands roamed the taut muscles of my ass as my cunt continued to flicker and jump around his cock. ‘Don’t move. Stay just as I have you.’

  He pulled from my body and I felt empty. Cold. I wanted him back.

  ‘Be patient,’ he whispered as if he could read my thoughts. ‘I’m not done with you. Not in any sense of the word.’ He untied the stockings, readjusted them so that my legs were even farther apart. My body even more vulnerable. Once the knots were retied, he slid along the wall so that he was in front of me. My bound hands over his head, my breasts smashed to his chest. I realised I would give anything if he’d take off my bra and suck my nipples, but I didn’t ask.

  ‘Now, I want to see what you taste like after you come,’ he said. He kissed me. A fleeting kiss than left me wanting more. And though he didn’t remove my bra, he yanked the cups down and nibbled slowly on one nipple and then the other. By the time his tongue left a hot trail of spit over my belly button and towards my waiting pussy, I was light-headed.

  His mouth found me. Lips and tongue and teeth doing a spectacular dance across my pussy lips, suckling my clit. The rigid tip of his tongue swooped into me and he murmured against me, most likely at the taste of my come. I tried to stay steady flattening my upper body against the wall and prayed I wouldn’t fall over. His hands gripping my waist tightly were the only things that kept me from sinking to the floor. Of that I was certain.

  Only when I came again, a second crushing orgasm that wet his face and lips, did he release me. When he came up and kissed me he tasted like wine and my moisture. I could have kissed him all night. Even as he kissed me, his fingers stayed busy, playing and kneading. Stroking my clit, sliding into my cunt, keeping me perpetually on the edge of another orgasm.

  ‘Are you OK? Not uncomfortable?’ he asked.

  His teeth went back to work on my nipple and the sensation shot straight to my cunt. I moaned but managed a weak. ‘No. fine.’

  ‘Good.’ Then he was gone. Behind me again. His presence fiercely palpable.

  I felt his cock rub against my slit again as my body jumped eagerly. Back in me. That’s what I wanted. Him back in me, moving, slamming, pounding. While I remained helpless and at his mercy. Just the thought made me push back against him, trying desperately to speed up his re-entry.

  ‘Behave. Don’t move.’ I felt his erection break contact with my body. Punishment, I assumed. I breathed. One breath, two breaths, three breaths…

  Without warning he slid into me. One forceful stroke that filled me completely and left me gasping. His hands covered my hands as he leaned his full weight against me, pressing me to the wall, smashing me. His cock slammed high and fast as he grunted in my ear and I kissed the cool plaster beneath my lips. Teeth bit down in the soft flesh of my shoulder and I came again. My keening wail complimented the guttural sound of him spilling into me. He jerked against me forcefully as our combined orgasm took over.

  We rode out the silence and the aftershocks. His large fingers encircling my bound wrists. I could feel his heart beat slamming against my shoulder blade. The bite on my shoulder sang with the sweetest pain. Like being branded, marked. I felt owned. And oddly, safe.

  ‘Don’t move.’ Eric untied my wrists and I felt pins and needles settle instantly in my flesh. I kept my hands together, arms raised, afraid to break the spell.

  I heard him bend down. Heard the whispers of nylon as he untied my hose. Felt the slack in my thighs as the tension disappeared and the burn of my trembling muscles. I stayed in that position too. Legs spread wide. I wouldn’t move until I was told I could.

  ‘Turn around.’

  I did. I faced him. He smiled. The most handsome smile I had ever seen. A secret smile just for me. I had been at his mercy and now I felt oddly protected by him. I didn’t question it, I just smiled back.

  ‘I want you to leave this alone,’ he said, helping me step back into my thong. ‘Don’t wipe me away. Leave it. Let my come dry. I want it in you, on you and on these lovely delicates. OK?’

  I nodded as he slipped the sidebands onto my hips. I could feel it pooling in the cotton crotch. Hot and thick. In my head I could picture its milky opaque texture. I could smell it, too. The room was thick with the smell of pussy and come and sex. I smiled again.

  He slid my stockings up my thighs and it felt beyond sensual. To be dressed, to be tended to. I was sore and happy and a little confused. He adjusted the clasps and murmured to himself, ‘looks as if they only stretched a touch.’ I didn’t care.

  Next came the dress. He slid it over my head, adjusted the seams, smoothed the wrinkles. He fluffed my hair and helped me back into my shoes. Then he held my head in his big strong hands and kissed me. The same kind of kiss that had started it all. I fell into it. Let myself go. Nothing mattered but his hot mouth, his velvety tongue and the feel of him cradling my head.

  ‘Do you trust me?’ he asked again.

  ‘Yes.’ This time I knew to say it out loud. I meant it. Now I had reason to trust him.

  ‘Good. You’re coming home with me.’ It wasn’t a question.

  ‘Of course.’

  Michael’s Surprise

  by Eva Hore

  ‘So honey, do you want to give it a go?’ Michael said, coming up behind me, nuzzling into my neck.

  ‘I’m not sure,’ I said. ‘I don’t like the idea of being tied up and blindfolded.’

  ‘Come on, we’ve done it before.’

  ‘Not blindfolded we haven’t.’

  ‘What’s the difference. It’ll make it more exciting. You won’t know what I’ll do next,’ he said, giving me a wolfish look. ‘You won’t know what part I’ll ravish next. Your breasts, pussy or that sexy arse of yours. You’ll love it.’

  ‘Stop it,’ I said giggling, his hand sliding up my skirt.

  ‘Well?’ he pleaded boyishly.

  ‘OK,’ I said.

  Michael could be so persuasive. He was a fantastic husband, always trying to please me, making sure I was satisfied before he came himself. He was constantly surprising me with new experiences. I loved it.

  ‘Here, let me finish these off. You go and have a quick shower,’ he said stacking the dishwasher.

  I took up his offer. Entering the bedroom I gasped. He’d strewn rose petals all over the bed. Candles lit up the room and music was playing on the CD player. He’d thought of everything. What more could a woman ask for?

  I let my soapy hands slowly wash over my breasts, in between the folds of my pussy, and down my legs. The water washed away the tension of the day, allowing me to relax with thoughts of what pleasures were to come.

  Sitting on the chai
r in front of the mirror I looked critically at myself. I applied light make-up. Rubbed cream into my neck, legs and arms. I smiled to myself, wondering what tonight would hold.

  I was so busy with my thoughts I didn’t notice Michael had come into the room. He kissed the back of my neck inhaling his favourite perfume.

  The blindfold came up and quickly covered my eyes.

  ‘You look very sexy,’ he said, taking me by the shoulders, helping me to stand.

  I still had the towel wrapped around me. His fingers tugged at it in between my breasts. Very slowly he unwrapped me, holding the towel open before dropping it to the floor. I stood there naked, waiting.

  ‘Michael,’ I said, wondering where he was.

  ‘Hmm,’ he said, behind me.

  ‘Oh,’ I said, startled. ‘I didn’t know you were there.’

  ‘That’s the whole idea.’

  His fingers gently glided over my body, causing goose bumps to appear all over my skin. I shivered in anticipation when his tongue licked the inside of my thighs.

  I felt disorientated. I swooned backwards, my legs opening to him. He grabbed my cheeks firmly with his hands and buried his face into me, then abruptly he stopped and led me to the bed.

  Lying down amongst the rose petals was intoxicating as the aroma wafted up, exciting my senses. Something fluttered over me and I realised he was sprinkling rose petals.

  Michael sat astride me. He took both my hands in his and stretched them outwards. He lightly ran his fingers from the tips of mine, across and under my armpit and back again. I lay there, arms outstretched, feeling his balls lightly brush my skin as he leaned across to snap on the handcuffs.

  It was an amazing feeling, lying there like that, seeing nothing, not knowing where he was and what he was going to do next. I felt exposed, nervous, paranoid. It was ridiculous.

  Michael had seen every inch of me, but for some reason, it was as if we were doing this for the first time. I couldn’t look into his eyes to see what they were saying. It might just as well have been a stranger, a new man who was still unknown territory.

  His tongue circled my nipples, licking and nipping, then trailed between my legs to linger on the lips of my pussy. I moaned quietly, enjoying the sensation. Suddenly, his hands ran down the inside of my thighs to my ankles, roughly yanking my legs apart.

  I gasped as he tied each ankle, then gave my thighs a quick smack.

  ‘Hey,’ I said, ‘I didn’t expect that.’

  ‘Shh,’ was all he said.

  I was slightly annoyed, but then realised that this was the whole point of what we were doing. Expecting the unexpected. I relaxed when I felt his tongue again, licking me, opening the folds of my pussy.

  His tongue probed deeper. His fingers sought out my breasts, tugging my nipples, making them erect. His hands ran down the outside of my body, his fingers firmly massaging as they went, until they reached my feet.

  He moved off. I lay there breathing hard, excited, trying to anticipate what would come next. I sensed his return and was surprised when something was pushed in between my lips, making me open my mouth.

  It was a strawberry, coated in delicious chocolate. Mmmm, lovely. The chocolate was just beginning to melt when Michael pulled it away. He rubbed my lips with it, crushing the fruit, smearing it over my mouth and chin.

  Then tiny droplets were falling on my face, neck, stomach. His hand moved. Droplets trickled down the lips of my pussy. My mouth was open, waiting, tongue searching. A small piece of watermelon dropped inside. I sucked the juice and swallowed, savouring the taste.

  A glass was put to my lips, and I smelt the unmistakable heady vapour of cognac, my favourite liqueur. I gulped, as it was poured into my mouth, burning the back of my throat, causing heat to radiate throughout my body when it hit the pit of my stomach.

  Cognac was dribbled over my body. A hungry mouth licked my lips, nibbling at the strawberry, tasting the cognac mingled with the juices from the watermelon and then attacked my pussy with gusto.

  I could feel myself coming and pushed my pussy up into his face, grinding my pelvis, wanting his cock inside me, to satisfy me fully, but he pulled back, leaving me there, frustrated and panting.

  He brushed his cock against my mouth. I opened wide trying to grab it, to suck it into my mouth. He teased me with it, leaving it at my lips, only to quickly withdraw, once I had captured the head and slid down the shaft.

  ‘Michael, please,’ I mumbled. ‘Fuck me, will you.’

  He laughed and left me there, my pussy open, begging for attention.

  There was a noise on the other side of the room. I gasped as lots of tiny fingers ran over my body. I knew it had to be a whip. I smiled to myself, enjoying this exciting experience.

  My smile was short lived as I felt the sting of those fingers flick like lightening, burning my thigh.

  ‘Hey, that hurt.’

  ‘You love it,’ he said, whipping me again. ‘I can see how wet you’re getting.’

  Gently now, the whip covered my left foot. Slowly and sensually it travelled up the inside of my thigh, caressing and tickling me as it went. He reached my pussy and I felt the handle probing about. I arched upwards. If I couldn’t have his cock, I guess the whip would at least satisfy me temporarily.

  He wasn’t giving it me that easily. I struggled at the restraints and opened my mouth to protest. The blindfold had shifted and let in a sliver of light.

  I wanted to see his face, to see his reaction to my part of this game. I needed to see if he was enjoying this as much as I was.

  But it wasn’t Michael! Steven, his best friend, was standing there between my legs flicking the whip. My first thought was yelling at him to stop. My second was that I was enjoying this game. I wondered where Michael was.

  My mouth turned into a silent ‘O’, when I saw Michael sitting on the chair in front of my dressing table, with Vanessa, Steven’s wife, straddling him. She was riding his cock like there was no tomorrow and Michael was watching her arse in the mirror as he pulled her cheeks apart.

  The bastard!

  Vanessa had approached me a few weeks ago regarding wife swapping and I’d told her we we’d let her know. I was keen on the idea but Michael said he needed time to think about it. Now I knew he must have already set this up as a surprise for me.

  I felt myself throb madly as I watched the two of them. I wondered why I hadn’t noticed that they’d joined in. Having discarded the whip, Steven was now licking me to distraction. A rush of juices escaped me as I anticipated what it would be like, him fucking me.

  I thrashed around moaning.

  ‘Oh, God, yeah,’ I said. ‘That’s fucking fabulous.’

  I wanted my hands around his head, so I could pull him in closer, hold him there. My legs were begging to be wrapped around him like a vice so I could mesh him into me.

  His mouth was setting me on fire. My vision was blurred from passion. I peered over to where Michael was. They’d moved from the chair. He now had her bent over, doggy style, at the edge of the bed, so they could all see the action. Her breasts were swaying backwards and forwards with each thrust.

  ‘Oh, God. Fuck me, will you. Fuck me hard, you bastard,’ I screamed.

  It was time I joined this party.

  Michael was watching Steven, and wondered what he was thinking. Vanessa was now on her knees, sucking Michael’s cock Her eyes followed Steven as he rose up on the bed.

  I could hardly stand the wait. He had a fabulous cock, the skin so stretched and shiny that the veins looked about ready to burst. I watched fascinated as he fell to his knees before me, his arms bracing himself on either side of me, obviously not wanting me to know it wasn’t Michael’s body.

  ‘For fuck’s sake, hurry up,’ I screamed.

  I felt the tip of his cock enter me.

  ‘Oh, fuck, Michael. Your cock is so fucking great. Give it to me.’

  With that he plunged straight in. I was so wet he slipped in and out easily, the juices running d
own onto his balls. The sensation was amazing. I could feel myself getting wetter with each stroke.

  ‘Undo my legs, baby,’ I begged, ‘so I can wrap them around you. Will you fucking well hurry?’ I demanded.

  He quickly untied my legs and instantly I had them around him, humping into him, grinding my pelvis back and slamming into him with each new stroke.

  This spurred Steven on even more and he started pumping furiously, holding me up by the hips off the bed, his fingers stretching beneath me to graze my hole. It was like I was splitting in two.

  My breasts were flopping around all over the place, my arms stretched, my wrists aching as they rubbed against the handcuffs. The pain actually turned me on more, and I totally lost control, screaming for more, as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had burst through me.

  Michael had Vanessa on the edge of the bed and I saw her grappling to hold onto something as he pumped her as hard as Steven pumped me. I felt Steven explode and was amazed that neither he nor Vanessa had uttered a single word.

  For a moment I wondered if they were ever going to tell me, or if this was going to become a regular thing, with me supposedly being totally unaware.

  Michael manoeuvred Vanessa directly in front of my pussy and as he pumped into her she lapped at me like a cat licking cream, my cream. I could stand it no longer.

  ‘For God’s sake, Michael,’ I screamed. ‘Get these handcuffs off me so I can really join in this party.’

  ‘You know?’ he asked, shocked.

  ‘Of course I know. No-one’s got a cock like yours, baby. Now get these cuffs off me so we can fuck our brains out.’

  And we did!

  Office Shenanigans

  by Chloe Devlin

  Margaret looked up from the brightness of her computer screen into the darkness of the suite of offices. Was that a noise she’d heard? A door closing perhaps? It couldn’t be since she was alone here and she’d locked herself in. ‘Who’s there?’

  Silence echoed back at her.

  ‘I know I heard something,’ she said. ‘Tell me who’s there.’