‘OK,’ I said. ‘Got anything to drink?’
‘Yes,’ she laughed. ‘It will be fun.’
It was still early, just past lunch. Her partner wasn’t due home for hours. We picked at some cheeses and fruit while sipping wine and opening up my purchases.
‘Oh, we forgot batteries,’ I said, disappointed.
‘Don’t worry I’ve got some spares,’ she said, leaving the room.
She came back with a box full of her own personal toys.
‘You kinky thing,’ I said, checking out her cache.
Two bottles later we were giggling while she told me of some of her escapades. I knew Melissa and Paul had an active sex life but I didn’t realise half of the things they got up to!
‘Go and try on that leather number,’ she said, opening up a porno. ‘This video might give you an idea on how to act while you’re wearing it. You know, give John the feeling you’ve done this before. He’ll die,’ she laughed.
I squeezed myself into the teddy, forgetting when I said I’d come out and show her that this number was crutch-less. If I kept my legs together she wouldn’t even notice. I must admit I looked good in it. It was nice and tight over my breasts, pushing up my cleavage and just showing the tops of my nipples.
It was snug around my waist and cut high so most of my arse cheeks showed. The fishnet stockings looked fabulous and Melissa’s shoes gave my calves a gorgeous definition, not to mention making me nearly four inches taller.
I tottered out and she wolf whistled when she saw me.
‘You look amazing,’ she said, her speech slightly slurred from the wine.
‘I feel really sexy in it,’ I said.
‘You look it, believe me,’ she said eyeing me. ‘Come and sit down, wait until you see what’s on this tape.’
She was kneeling in front of the television and, as I went to sit on the couch, I stumbled, falling onto it with my legs falling open, accidentally giving her an eyeful. Her eyebrows raised but she said nothing. I quickly crossed my legs over and reached for my drink to settle the nervousness I was beginning to feel.
The movie was of a madam, dressed in leather, wearing a leather-studded choker and flicking a whip. She had two girls and a guy, all kneeling in front of her. She ordered them to remove his clothing.
Melissa sat down beside me. I could feel the heat generating from her body as her leg nearly touched mine. I knew I should get up and put my clothes back on but part of me didn’t want to. That part was enjoying being an exhibitionist, even if it was only in front of my girlfriend. I’d never been so aware of my sexuality before and, while watching my first porno tape, my desire to see another naked woman surprised me.
The two women stripped and one lay down on a bed. The other girl opened her legs wide and the camera panned in to give me a full-screen image of her hairless pussy. Her pretty pink lips poked out as the other woman’s fingers ran over her slit.
Now the woman was opening the folds, opening her up like a flower and we could see her juices glistening as the woman’s tongue flickered around a stud that was pierced just above her clit.
I gulped down my drink, squirming, as my pussy began to throb. Reaching over to place my glass down on the table I felt the light touch of Melissa’s fingers on my skin. I looked over my shoulder at her and saw a look in her eyes I’ve never seen before.
She dropped her hand and I leaned back, my eyes riveted to the television. The man’s cock, erect and hard was probing the other woman’s hole as she licked the girl on the bed. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen. All these naked people performing in front of a camera.
Melissa’s fingers were now touching the tops of my thighs. I tried to ignore her but my nipples were hardening against the leather. I kept my eyes focused on the television as her fingers danced up my thigh and over the swell of my breasts.
Goosebumps covered my skin as her fingers stole in, between the chains, to caress my breast. I was breathing hard, my nostrils flaring, my pussy contracting and still I couldn’t look at her. I wanted her to continue, to caress me, to touch me, so I opened my legs and heard the sharp intake of her breath.
On the television, the two women were now in the ‘69’ position and all I could think about was Melissa’s tongue on me, licking me, sucking my clit into her hungry mouth.
I held my breath as her hand travelled down my stomach, over my mound to cup my pussy. She held her hand there and my legs opened a fraction of their own accord. I was wet. So wet! When her finger slipped inside me, I gaped at her with passion blurring my vision. Then she leaned over to kiss me.
I went wild. With her fingers now deep inside me and her tongue exploring my mouth I pushed my pelvis up, grinding myself into her hand and then she was withdrawing her fingers, smearing my juices over my clit where she began to rub frantically.
I opened my legs wider, lying back against the couch as she fell to the floor. She lifted one leg high and draped it over herself, her teeth nipping into the inside of my thigh. I shifted positions, dropping my leg, exposing my pussy for her.
She fell between my legs, smothering herself into me, licking, sucking and moaning. I grabbed my own breasts and squeezed my nipples, pinching them between my fingers and then I heard some buzzing and probing at my pussy.
It was the Jack Rabbit dildo. Melissa was pushing it in and out of me while the little rabbit ears tantalised my clit. I was nearly out of my mind when the first waves of a powerful orgasm overwhelmed me. She pounded it into me harder and I thrust up towards her hand to ram it in as far as it would go while she inched her finger into my hole.
I was screaming, pleading, ‘Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me harder!’
On and on she continued until I fell back against the couch, now begging her to stop. She climbed up my body, kissing my fevered skin, alighting me with passion again as she pulled down the straps of my teddy, exposing my heaving breasts.
Like a hungry child she attacked my nipples, sucking and biting the flesh. Sharp stabs of pain turned exquisite as she latched the nipple clamps onto my erect nipples.
With her fingers, she twisted the clamps causing something akin to an electric current to course through me, while her tongue flicked at them. I arched my back forcing my breasts to smother her face while I wrapped my legs around her body.
Now she was at my mouth, her tongue lashing out over my lips, my cheeks, while her fingers were back down at my saturated pussy. I felt the tiny bumps of something being pushed inside and then the distinct knob of the vibrator pushing them in even further.
‘Oh Melissa,’ I breathed into her mouth.
‘Oh God, Sheila. I knew you’d be beautiful but I never dreamed you’d look this hot. I can’t get enough of you,’ she moaned.
‘Take off your clothes,’ I said. ‘I want to see you naked.’
I pulled at her shirt, tearing the buttons as I ripped it from her. Her bra was off in a flash and then she dropped the dildo and quickly pulled down her trousers and panties in one go.
She stood there by the couch, naked, her black pubic hair only inches from me. I moved towards her, my arms pulling her hips into me while my tongue tentatively flicked out to her slit. I lapped at her, long licks all the way up to where her clit was hiding under its hood.
She opened her legs, straddling my head and I shifted underneath her. She latched on to my pussy while I stared up at hers. She began to nibble at me and I felt a tugging as she pulled the beads out, one by one. It was exquisite. Her scent enveloped me, swirling around to make my head spin, driving me mad.
I grabbed at her hips and dragged her over me. I was suffocating under her weight, her juices smearing over my chin, my cheeks, my nose. I nuzzled in further, unable to get enough of her taste.
My hand groped around the floor until I found the dildo. I inserted it in her and watched, hypnotized, as her pussy glistened while she squirmed about. Within minutes she climaxed only to collapse on top of me.
After a short rest, she lay beside
me on the couch, her tongue licking my mouth, tasting herself as I did too. Why had I never done this before? It was mind blowing. The video was still running and I looked over to see one of the girls now tied up to a pole and the madam was whipping her with a leather strap.
‘I can’t believe we just did that,’ I told her.
‘Me too. I’ve been wanting to for years,’ she said.
‘You have?’ I asked shocked.
‘Oh, you better believe it. When you told me what you were up to I was hoping it would end this way. Why do you think I was so insistent on coming with you?’ she laughed.
‘I feel so guilty now,’ I said, thinking about John and how faithful he’d always been. How would I ever explain this?
‘I wouldn’t worry about John,’ she said, leaning up on her arm, her gorgeous breast begging for me to suck it.
‘I have to tell him,’ I mumbled against her.
‘He already knows,’ she said.
‘What?’ I said, sitting up quickly.
‘He’s here,’ she said.
‘What? Where?’ I asked, my eyes searching everywhere.
Sure enough, there, stretching back on their study chair in the adjoining room was John. His cock in the palm of his hand. He was stroking himself as he watched me squirm.
‘But … I mean how did you …’ I spluttered.
‘I was hiding when you arrived,’ he explained, ‘but I doubt you’d have noticed me even if I was juggling blazing torches!’
‘Come,’ Melissa said standing, her nakedness not bothering her at all.
Still wearing the stilettos, my pussy saturated with my juices, which were running down the inside of my thighs, we sauntered towards the study. My breasts, still exposed, swayed as I walked. John never took his eyes off me and I swallowed nervously wondering how all of this had come about.
‘So,’ he said. ‘You’ve been unfaithful to me.’
‘I … er …’ What could I say?
‘What do you have to say?’ he asked.
‘Er …’ I couldn’t think of anything. I was dumbfounded.
‘I think you need to be punished, don’t you?’ he asked.
I flushed thinking about the woman on the tape and how she’d been whipped with the leather strap. What would he do to me?
He stood, his huge cock jutting out before him.
‘Lay across the desk, Sheila,’ he commanded.
I did as he asked, my breasts mashed up against paperwork that had been left there, the nipple clips digging in further.
‘Go and get those handcuffs,’ he said to Melissa, ‘and cuff her to the legs.’
As she slipped out of the room, John’s hands ran over my arse, pulling up the sides of the teddy so it fit into the crack of my arse. I quivered, unsure of what was going to happen. A loud slap stung my left cheek.
‘Hey,’ I yelled. ‘That hurt!’
‘It’s supposed to hurt. You’ve been a bad girl and I have to punish you,’ he said, slapping the other cheek even harder.
Melissa returned with the handcuffs and cuffed me. I looked sideways at her as she moved over to stand behind John. Again he slapped me, each slap getting harder and harder as he counted off ten.
My arse was on fire; tears were dropping onto the carpet. Then his hands were caressing each cheek and I felt a tongue lap at the welts. Even though I’d been crying I was secretly disappointed he’d stopped.
‘She brought this for you,’ I heard Melissa say.
Tiny feather-like slaps stung my thigh.
‘Nice,’ John said. ‘Very nice.’
It was the whip I’d purchased. This was much better than his hand. The feel of the leather being whipped over my thighs and cheeks was delicious.
‘Here, give it to me,’ Melissa said.
She was standing on side again. She pushed a cushion underneath my pelvis so my arse jutted upward. She ran her fingers down over my pussy and then gave it a smack. Next, I felt those tiny leather throngs being slapped over my pussy and hole. It was divine, especially when John stopped here to lick me.
This was turning out to be a wonderful afternoon.
‘Do you think I’ve punished you enough?’ John asked.
‘Yes,’ I said meekly.
They un-cuffed me and John pulled me into his arms.
‘You look very sexy in that,’ he said, his cock pressing hard against my thigh.
‘Come,’ he said, pulling me towards him. He sat back on the chair.
He helped me straddle him and I lowered myself onto his wonderful cock. I hadn’t felt it that hard for a long time. I rode him, my feet braced against the curved legs of the chair, allowing me to control the pace. His mouth latched on to a nipple and, as he sucked, I rode his cock faster, until he was moaning into my chest that he was coming.
I was wild, anticipating his orgasm, knowing that this day would never have turned out so perfectly if he wasn’t the man he was. In the back of my mind I was already planning his afternoon of lovemaking with Melissa and, when he did, it would be me who wielded the whip.
The thought of having him at my beck and call, to order and punish as I saw fit had my pussy on fire. I couldn’t wait to watch him make love to Melissa, or to watch her sucking his cock. The thought of his arse bent over the desk and him cuffed and at my mercy had my pussy convulsing madly.
I arched my breasts, falling heavily down into his groin, as his hands gripped my hips tightly. He exploded inside me as I came all over his cock. I kissed his mouth, eyes, neck, every part of him I could, showing him how much I enjoyed this experience, telling him over and over how much I loved him.
That Jack Rabbit dildo jumped into my mind. With his arse spread over the desk, I thought I’d have a nice surprise for him before his spanking. I fleetingly wondered if Melissa’s husband would ever join in. Four of us with all these toys. How amazing would that be?
These toys I’d purchased were certainly going to spice up our sex life and I couldn’t wait to take John with me next time. I’d let him buy what he’d like to play with and perhaps we could live out some fantasies as well.
Oh yes, our future looked good, looked very good indeed.
A Collar and Tie
by Elise Hepner
I missed my neckties.
I was no longer a high-powered business man. My career tanked with the economy. I was dripping with lighter fluid and the heat was on. I needed a job. Any old job would do. Professionalism no longer ranked since it no longer paid the bills.
I was sad to give up my collection of ties to a pawnshop downtown. Hundreds of them collected since I was 15 and had put on my first silken choker. Rent had to be paid. Now I had only one, a blue paisley, dangling from my neck as I dialled the payphone. Don’t think I can afford a cell phone.
A thick lisp to the ‘s’s of the woman who answered the phone. A clipped barking tone that didn’t work with the broken tongue sounds she was otherwise making.
‘I’m calling about the night shift janitor job in Subway B Central Park West Local/6th Avenue Express. You had advertised in the paper that there was a spot open for those qualified. Whom do I have to talk to for an interview?’
‘Hold.’ The clink of a phone dropping.
No call waiting music from past top one hundred charts. That was a nice change of pace.
After about seven minutes I began to wonder if she had hung up on me or miss-dialled an extension. I rubbed my forehead feeling the bustle of people at my back on the trash-strewn, dirty streets. Stamping my feet from the cold made my teeth chatter and the slush flying from the sky was doing that anyway.
I switched the receiver to my other shoulder tucking it in and re-belting my khaki trench coat. A reminder to get hand sanitizer sprung through my brain as I adjusted to all the gum, porn advertisements, and general gunk clinging to the phone booth. I would write it down in the notebook that replaced my PDA as soon as I got this interview scheduled.
‘Hello? Sir, are you still there?’
&n
bsp; Crackles of static making me wince.
‘Yes, I’m still here. Can you help me?’
I found myself phasing out the address I was scribbling into my notebook. The woman on the phone had a prim British accent that was distracting. My cock stirred underneath my heavy wool slacks. This was so much better than Patricia.
Mentally chiding myself, I hung up the phone as quick as I could to get away from the prickle beginning to start along the back of my neck into my thick dark hair. I couldn’t afford to run my hands through it because I was freaked out. Hair gel is expensive.
I siphoned myself into the streets of waiting cabs. South was to be my intended destination and it involved a whole hell of a lot of public transportation.
Several hours later I was in the business office bathroom wiping the coffee stain off my blue collared shirt. When I was getting ready this morning I figured the colour and type of shirt matched my prospective job offer nicely in an ironic sort of way. A woman hurrying into the subway car had spilled her mocha latte. I got her number.
Now I took the time to glance at the name swirled on the paper before throwing it in the garbage pail and making my way to the office. A quick belting of my trench coat and no one would know about the stain.
The desk in front of me was a normal assistant’s desk. Solid bleached wood, cold, professional. The woman behind the desk was certainly not normal. Not only was she missing several teeth but her name tag pin had nearly busted open all the top buttons of her cheery yellow polo shirt. The shirt was too small for her ample chest and it looked as if she were gasping for air.
She was Patricia.
Inevitably, I would have to deal with her to get to anyone else. A self-conscious hand travelled down my coat, quick touch to the hair, and then I was rapping on the desk with my knuckles.
‘We talked on the phone earlier. I’m here to interview for the janitor’s job?’
A drawn on eyebrow arched my way before she pushed a button under the desk. Something made a high pitch buzz and then two glass doors opened inward over to my left.
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