Friday, November 30, 2007

Reader Poll

Dear Readers,

I have a little poll for you. Not sure how many will take the poll, but I want to know some answers. If I get a bunch of answers, who knows, I may write another erotic story and place it on the site. We will see . . . .

Bonnies's Lost Bet

Written by Anon (Jan 2000)

A few weeks ago my wife, Bonnie, and I made a bet on something we were both absolutely certain we were right about.
The bet was for one evening of whatever the winner wants - total control.
I won, and Bonnie was appalled. I am always trying to talk her into letting me show off her body more, like flashing truckers on the highway or getting caught undressed when our next door neighbor, Frank, is over.
She will occasionally let a button "accidentally" come open when he is around if she's had a couple of beers, but voluntarily showing a breast or her pussy is too much for her.

She knows it is a turn-on for me, but it is very difficult to get past her modesty. When I won this bet she was VERY nervous, because she knew what I would want her to do. But give her credit: she didn't try to back out of the bet.

The evening before I claimed my winnings, I talked to Frank about my plans, and he was more than willing to help out. I started off the evening by taking her to The Melting Pot, a fondue restaurant here in Richmond.

It is very nice - dark and romantic. We were seated in a booth in a small room.
It was early enough that we were the only ones in the room. After we had ordered our first drink, I told her to unbutton another button on her dress.
This would open it to just below her breasts.
Since I had vetoed any underwear, when she did she was more exposed than she ever had been in public.
She sat up straight to keep the dress from opening too much, but as we ate and drank our wine she relaxed and seemed to forget about how exposed she was.
She was sitting leaning forward a bit with her shoulders sort of slumped, and the view was wonderful.
I could see some of both breasts, nearly to the aureole.

Before desert arrived I told her to unbutton one more button. Her dress was now open to well below her breasts.
When she sat up straight you couldn't see much. But when she would lean forward to take a bite of desert it would fall away from her body and I could see most of both breasts, including her nipples.
The drinks and wine had had an effect, and she soon grew careless, leaning forward and allowing me to enjoy the view. I told her I loved the way she looked, and to keep sitting that way. She was embarrassed, but did as I told her.

Our waiter arrived to clear the desert and offer us an after dinner drink.
When Bonnie saw him she gave a little start and straightened up. With him standing right there I said, "Bonnie, tell Aaron what our arrangement is tonight."
He looked at me with a puzzled expression, then at Bonnie.
She looked down at the table and said, just as I had made her agree before we left home, "I have to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, with no argument and no hesitation."
I said, "Good girl," then explained to Aaron that she had lost a bet, and this was how she was paying it off.
He grinned as he began to understand.

"Now, Bonnie," I said, "that's not how I told you to sit, is it?"
Still looking down at the table she shook her head. "Show Aaron how you were sitting before he walked up."
She hesitated and looked at me without moving, nervously biting her lip.
This was what she had been afraid of.
She said, "I don't think I can do this." I replied, "Come on, Bonnie. You have to do it. You made the bet, now it's time to pay up. Aaron won't mind, will you?"
"Hey, not a bit", he said, guessing what was coming.
Bonnie took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slowly did as she was told.
The top of her dress fell forward again and gaped open, and we could both see her breasts right down to the nipples. What a turn-on!

"That's much better", I said.
"Now, Bonnie, you did what I told you to do, but it wasn't without hesitation, the way you agreed. You are going to have to pay a penalty to remind you not to hesitate when I tell you to do something this evening. Unbutton another button."
Reluctantly, she did. The dress was now unbuttoned clear to her waist.
"Good girl. Now open the dress and give Aaron a good look at what you were embarrassed to let him see the first time."
Her eyes opened wide, and she looked across the table at me you could see the color drain from her face.
He had already seen her breasts, but actively showing them to him was a very big step.

"Are you hesitating?"
"No!" she said quickly, then slowly reached up and took hold of the sides of her dress.
Glancing around the room to make sure there was no one else who could see, she opened it briefly, the immediately closed it again.

"Way too fast, Honey. Do it again, but this time hold the dress open until I tell you to close it."
She closed her eyes again and parted the material, letting her gorgeous tits spill out.
Aaron was transfixed. He stared at her breasts and said, "Wow! Excellent!"
"That's not so difficult, is it, Darling? Now look at Aaron and thank him for the compliment. Then you can close your dress and button that one button," I told her.
She was absolutely scarlet, but did as she was told.

"So did you learn anything?" I asked when he left.
"Yes. If I don't do what you tell me to do, the punishment is worse that what I would have had to do in the first place."
"Very good. Remember that, and go back to sitting like you were, and stay that way when Aaron comes back.
If you are good, maybe I won't have you show him your pussy."
She did as she was told, and when Aaron returned with out check he stayed and talked a few minutes and thanked us both for a very enjoyable experience.
All the while he was enjoying the view of Bonnie's naked tits.

I went home via the interstate, and just to keep things interesting I had her unbutton the last button again.
When we passed a big truck I would reach over and open her dress and fondle her tit.
We got a couple of appreciative horn toots, and I know she was embarrassed, but she didn't try to cover up. I guess she was afraid of what I would have her do if she did!

When we got home she said that it wasn't as bad or as difficult as she thought it would be.
She even said she didn't know whether she was more embarrassed, afraid, or excited.
She thought she was done, but I told her to go into the bedroom and undress.
I had already tied some soft cord to the corners of out king size bed.
I had her lay down, and quickly tied her nude and spread eagle on the bed.
This was not really a first. We had experimented with light bondage a few times, but it was never a big part of out sex life.
This time, though, she was in for a surprise.

I was kissing her and running my hands over her body and she was getting really turned on. Then the doorbell rang.
I quickly pulled the sheet up to her neck and went to answer the door, telling her I would be right back.
I had arranged, of course, for Frank to come over fifteen minutes after he saw us return home.
His grin was as big as mine when I answered the door. I motioned him to be quiet and led him back to the bedroom.
When I walked in Bonnie said, "Who was . . .?" and then she saw Frank.
I thought she was embarrassed at the restaurant, but her face went from red to pale, the back to red again as she realized she was caught playing at bondage, then remembered that she was naked under the sheet, then finally realized what I planned to do.
"Oh my God!" was all she could say over and over again.

Frank and I stood at the foot of the bed, savoring the moment.
Finally I said, "Bonnie, you know I have wanted to show you off to Frank for a long time, and you wouldn't let me do it. Frank has always wanted to get a good look at your body, so tonight's the night you're going to make up both happy."

I pulled the sheet down to just above her breasts.
"This is about all you're usually willing to let Frank see. Now I'm going to show him what he's been missing.
Frank, take a look at this."

With that, I very slowly pulled the sheet down over her terrific tits and down to her waist.
She tried to pull her hands free to cover up, but all she accomplished was to make her tits bounce around enticingly.
She stopped struggling.
We moved up to sit on the bed, one of each side of her. He was telling her how sexy and beautiful she looked, and I said as I reached for her right breast, "Touch her and feel how soft her skin is."
As he reached over and started to caress her left breast, she again moaned, "Oh my God!" Nothing else turns her on like playing with her breasts, and she later told me that having two men touch her at once for the first time was the most incredible rush she had ever experienced.

After several minutes of touching, rubbing, and sucking of her breasts, I said to Frank, "Her tits are really nice, but let me show you something truly magnificent."
We moved to the foot of the bed and I again grabbed the sheet and slowly pulled it down her body. Bonnie was squirming and kept saying, "Oh my God, I can't believe you're really going to do this!"
Slowly her pubic hair came into view, then we could see her pussy peaking out from between her spread legs, then finally the sheet was off completely.

What a moment! There was my darling, proper, modest wife, tied to our bed, nude, with her legs spread wide open, with Frank standing there looking at her. And she couldn't move or cover up; all she could do was lay there and let him look.
I had wanted this and fantasized about it for so long, and finally, here it was!
We sat down between her legs and I reached up and spread the lips of her vagina wide open so we could see all the way up inside her.
My hands were shaking.
I had never been so excited. We could tell she was getting excited, too, because we could see that she was getting very wet.

We both touched her and rubbed her and played with her, taking turns finger-fucking her and gently rubbing her clit.
She was moaning and started arching her back, pushing her pussy up to meet our fingers.
I had three fingers inside her and Frank was rubbing her clit when I said, "Go ahead and taste her."
I guess that was all it took.
She moaned, "Oh God yes!" and before his mouth even touched her I felt the rhythmic contractions that signaled her first orgasm.
She had several more over the next hour or so as we kissed, rubbed, and sucked her until she was panting and covered in a sheen of sweat.
As she was about to reach another climax, I said, "Bonnie, it's after midnight so you've paid off the bet, but I want to keep going. Am I still in charge?"

OK, I admit it. I took advantage of the situation.
After all, who can say no when they are about to come? When she said, "Oh yes!", I said, "Frank, you heard her. I'm in change, and I say she needs to be fucked. Would you like to do the honors?"
He wholeheartedly agreed and enthusiastically accepted. I moved up to the head of the bed.
She eagerly took my cock in her mouth.
Frank moved higher between her legs and put the head of his dick at the entrance to her vagina.
He slowly slid his cock inside her and I heard the familiar little "unh" that always comes when I first enter her.
It was done.
She was being fucked by two men at once and obviously loving it! In fact, all three of us were loving it.
We took turns fucking and sucking her the rest of the night.
Somewhere along the way she was untied and participated as enthusiastically as we did.
Finally, sometime around dawn, we called it a night.
Frank went home and Bonnie and I cuddled together and fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

The next morning (well, afternoon) Bonnie was very embarrassed about what we had done. She just couldn't believe she had really acted the way she did.
Even more, she couldn't believe she really enjoyed it as much as she did. We talked for a long time, and I finally convinced her I was completely comfortable with what had happened and not at all jealous or threatened.
We soon agreed that it really was OK.
After all, we all had fun, no one was hurt, and we're all still very good friends - closer, in fact, than we were before it happened.
And besides, it was a HUGE turn-on for all of us. It was such a radical change from Bonnie's previous modesty and proper attitude that I wondered if she was being entirely honest about her feelings.
Then a week later, for my birthday, she gave me a book of six coupons, each one good for an evening of anything I want, "with no argument and no hesitation".

I guess she really was being honest!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Wife rules chapter four

Written by Merlin

I followed meekly down the stairs to Lisa's bedroom, not at all sure I wanted to do this.
Louie and Karl were going to double fuck my wife and make me watch.
I really had no choice in the matter, two of them, three if you counted my wife, against one.

I could only moan and submit to their control. When we reached the bedroom, Karl directed me to sit in the chair in corner and watch as they combined to pleasure my wife.
I got comfortable and waited.
Soon Karl laid Lisa on the bed and he lay beside her.
Then he asked Louie if he wanted backdoor or frontdoor.
Louie told Karl that he wanted the front door.
"Hell, if I'm gonna fuck this bitch, I want pussy. I can get Dave's ass any time I want it," he smiled at me when he said that, knowing full well that I would give him my ass or mouth if he asked me.

Karl then lay beneath Lisa and had her lie on top, belly up so her cunt was visible to Louie.
She quickly took Karl's cock and placed it against her ass.
She looked directly at me with a broad smile on her face. then she asked, "Are you enjoying the view, honey?"
I half-heartedly smiled back.
The truth was I enjoyed the view of Karl's big cock rubbing against her ass.
It was thick, long, and hard as stone. I wanted to go over and suck it, but I knew that was out of the question now.
Then Louie got himself into position so he could thrust his big cock into her pussy, waiting until Karl made his move into Lisa's well lubed ass.

They both made their move simultaneously.
I heard a gasp come from Lisa as the two giant cocks made their way into her ass and cunt.
She shuddered, then moaned as the two men buried their meat inside her.
Her eyes were closed and there was the faintest smile on her face as the pain/pleasure swept over her.
I was entranced watching her as she took them both on. I could barely see her penetrated parts so I moved to the side slightly to get a better view of the penetration.

Louie's cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy and he was thrusting his cock with strong, even movements.
As he stroked her cunt she sighed and moaned while clutching at this neck and back with her hands.
She began kissing him passionately as he fucked her.

It was obvious she was totally out of control. She had now submitted to the two of them and wanted her ass and cunt fucked and fucked hard.
Karl's cock was half buried in her ass and as he stroked her she tried to move down on him but Louie kept her from making the kind of motion she wanted to do. Karl was close to cumming; that was obvious from the look on his face.
He had a pained, contorted expression that revealed his need to release his load inside Lisa's hot ass. Louie was close to cumming himself.

"What if they both cum at once?", I thought to myself. "What if they both explode at the same time and just lift her into a fit of uncontrolled passion?"
There was one other possibility... they all three climaxed as I watched, transfixed.
My God! Karl and Louie unloaded at the exact instant that Lisa orgasmed.

They all three were rolling and thrashing into each others arms and bodies, Lisa squished between them in total ecstasy.
I watched as they came, Lisa, Karl and Louie, then sank down in a heap on the bed. Poor Lisa had no place to go but to remain between them, her ass and cunt filled with cock and hot flowing juices.
Slowly the two men's cocks shriveled to a soft state and slipped out of her holes, allowing a gush of cum to escape as they withdrew.

I knew what I was to do and prepared to do my duty. I needed to suck the cum out of her hot ass and pussy before it all escaped and ran onto the bedsheets.
I gently nudged Louie off her, but not before I licked the length of his still massive cock to get all the juices I could.
He moaned and rolled onto his side.
That left Karl's cock touching her ass, slick and wet from cum.

Lisa did not move. So I got on my knees and began licking her cunt, slurping up the still oozing cum as it spilled out.
As I licked her cunt, I allowed my tongue to slip carelessly to Karl's cock and I licked it as it touched her ass.
I wanted to suck him off but I knew I had to finish Lisa first.
My own cock was now rock hard.
The sight of the two men fucking Lisa was almost too much for me but I had refrained from cumming while it was going on.
Now I needed relief bad.
As I licked her cunt and slurped the cum from it, I jacked myself off until at last I exploded in my hand, spewing a large gob of cum into my hand.
I was exhausted from the ordeal, as were the three of them.

But Louie was hardly finished, and now Karl showed signs of coming to life again. Louie's cock was growing hard and he stirred to his feet.
He wanted more of Lisa.
His brief encounter had left him hungry for more.
He brushed me aside and mounted her again.
She responded to him with a new fire and passion, wrapping her legs and arms around his massive body as he thrust into her.
Again she was enraptured with his cock.
She came quickly, following my licking and Louie's giant cock. As she came she threw back her head and let out a deep gutteral cry, something I had never heard her utter.
It was the cry of an animal, a lustful bitch who needed fucking. She had become a lusty, slut bitch. That much was clear.

Karl stood and watched as Louie pounded her cunt and smiled as Lisa moaned and groaned.
He showed no jealousy at Louie's fucking. In fact he was glad Lisa was responding so well. He barely looked at me.
It was as though I was a mere servant to be tolerated, even in my own house.
I reached over to hold his cock, now growing bigger as he watched.
He looked at me and told me to suck it.

I gladly obliged. He grabbed my head and rammed his now hard cock deep into my mouth, while he watched the sex show between Lisa and Louie.
As I sucked Karl's beautiful cock I once again thought of the impossibility of all this... my wife being balled by a huge black man while I sucked the other black man's cock.
We were sort of competing for cock, Lisa and I.
She had a defininte advantage over me since both men loved pussy so much more than mouth, but I felt I could win my share of cock if I played my cards right.
I had to find an angle which would put me in an advantageous position.
But for now I wanted to continue sucking this lovely black cock.

Karl grabbed my head and pulled me into his groin, hunching as I sucked him. After a few minutes of my constant sucking and playing with his big balls, he tensed, grabbed my head in a death grip and shot a load of hot, sticky cum into my mouth.
I gladly swallowed the whole load even though I could barely breath, his cock was buried in my mouth up to the pubic hair, shoved far down my throat.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lisa cum as Louie fucked her.
Her face was contorted and she clutched at Louie's massive shoulders as he filled her stretched cunt with his big cock.
She cried out, "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me, Louie! Fill me up!"
I had never seen her so completely out of control as she was now.
Never, not one time, had she ever shown any inclination to let go with me as she was with Louie and had been with Karl.

She couldn't get enough of their cocks. She was totally insatiable.
Finally, exhausted, we all found a place to collapse and regain our strength, they more than me.
I had only been allowed to cum once where the three of them had almost endless orgasms and were totally devoid of energy.

I waited until Lisa opened her eyes so I could talk to her.
"Lisa, we need to talk," I said to her. "About what?" Her tone was short and curt, unyielding. She was obviously tired and her cunt was swollen from the contstant pounding.

"About where we go from here. Now you have both Louie and Karl. What do I have for my needs? I thought you would be satisfied with Karl."

"I was until I saw Louie. When I saw him and his cock shoved in your ass, I knew I wanted him too. End of disussion. You'll do as you're told."

"Lisa, listen to yourself. I didn't mind when this started, in fact it was exciting, but now.... Damn, I want something out of this."

"You get to lick Louie's cum out of my pussy. What more do you want? You think sucking him will produce any more cum? Besides you get to snuggle your mouth up to my cunt when you eat his cum out, sorta a double pleasure.
I'll let you suck him off from time to time, just to keep you in line. Now get busy and eat me out, you wimp."

She was back in control of me. I couldn't fight it. I got on my knees and began eating the cum out of her cunt.

"Hmmm," I thought to myself, "Damned if she isn't right!"

End of series

Wife Rules Chapter Three

Written by Merlin

After that last episode with Lisa and Karl I went up to my room, subdued but fulfilled.
I had finally had my fantasy.... I sucked Karl's big black cock and I loved it.
I loved the taste, the feel, the fullness in my mouth.
I lay in bed thinking about Karl fucking Lisa, the two of them in a complete fit of passion, oblivious of me, thinking only of their own needs.
I slept soundly that night, not caring what they did.
In fact, the idea that Lisa was getting fucked didn't even bother me.
I knew now what I wanted and I intended to get it. I wanted Karl.

The next day, while taking a break in mid-afternoon at a cafe near where I worked, Karl walked in.
My heart sank a little bit, first from guilt but then from just seeing him. He as dressed in a dark blue suit, white shirt and tie. He looked handsome, tall and strong. He walked straight to my table. "Hey, buddy, how goes it?"

I stammered out some kind of greeting in response but did not feel terribly at ease with him in public.
What we had done was done in the privacy of my home and the setting determined my actions.
Here in public, I wasn't at all sure of the outcome of our talk.
Karl sat in one of the empty chairs and started talking. "Well, how do you feel about last night?"

"I... feel fine about it. It was great. But this is not a good place to talk about it, is it?"

"We can talk, and be careful and discrete. The thing is, your consent to give me head last night kind of surprized both me and Lisa.
I don't think I was ready for that. To tell the truth, I'm not real comfy with that kind of activity, if you get my drift. I like pussy."
Karl's voice was low, almost whispering. "Not that I didn't like what you did, understand. You give a helluva blowjob, man!"

I nearly fainted when he said that. What if someone heard him, and he or Karl blackmailed me?
I was mortified, not sure if Karl was doing this on purpose to embarrass me.
But when the waitress walked by, and Karl stopped talking, I realized that he was trying to preserve my privacy.
Karl continued, "If you're really into that, you will have to find someone besides me to do it with. You understand what I'm, saying? But I think I can help you anyway. I have a friend who is definitely into that. He loves to have white guys go down on him. He is into the power thing."

"You told him about us, you and me?" I stammered.
"Had to to set up what I'm gonna do for you. You want to meet him? You and him could work things out."
"Well... yeah, maybe I would," I said.
"Ok, then he is setting right over there in the corner. I'll tell him to come over and you can get acquainted. OK?"
"All right. Damn! Send him over. Is he as big as you are, if you know what I mean?" I couldn't beleive I had said that. My own boldness startled me.
Here I was talking to the guy who was fucking my wife about setting me up with a friend who was going to mouth fuck me.

"Bigger," Karl was smiling at me. "I'll send him over now." True to his word, Karl went to the table, leaned over and talked to the man and left.
The man got up, and it was then I realized I was attracted to him. He was much heftier than Karl, bulkier. A bit shorter, but chesty and thick legged. My cock was getting hard in my pants. I was obviously aroused at the sight of him.

"Hey, man. How you doing? Karl said you and I might want to talk about a situation. I'm Louie. What's your name?" He stuck out his hand in the traditional black handshake and I held his hand.

"I'm Dave. Yeah, but can we go somewhere else and talk?" I really wanted to get out of the public place. "Out in my car. It's in the back... black Lincoln. Meet me there." It was not a suggestion but an order. I stammered my consent and left.

In the parking lot I found the Lincoln and Louie already in it. I was now very aroused and I was also impressed with Louie's appearance and demeanor, his self assurance. I couldn't wait to see what he had for me. I got in on the passenger side. Louie wasted no time. "So you like to suck black cock, eh? You like 'em big I hear."
"Damn, did Karl tell you everything? I didn't think he would broadcast this."

"Don't worry. Karl wants to fuck your little white wife. He's not gonna screw up and get you pissed off.
And I'm not gonna tell anybody, not if I get what I want. You wanta see my goods, man?"
With that he reeled out the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life, fully ten inches long and as thick as baseball bat.
My eyes betrayed me. I couldnt take my eyes off that massive cock.
It wasn't even hard yet and it filled his hand and then some. "You want a little taste?" He motioned for me to take the black meat in my mouth.
I was mesmerized... I wanted it bad. I leaned over and started sucking on his cock, feeling it harden as I sucked it.
I had thrown caution to the wind... here I was sucking a black cock in a parking lot in broad daylight. I didn't care. I wanted him to shoot his load in my mouth, to face fuck me.

"Yeah, man, suck my cock. Oh ,yeah. You are one great cock sucker." He leaned back and let me do his giant cock, savoring the delight that I was giving him. He grabbed my head and started hunching into my face.
My cock was stiff, all five inches of it. I marveled at the size of his cock compared to mine. Was it any wonder my wife wanted Karl's cock instead of mine? I felt like I would cum just from the sheer pleasure of sucking his thick hard cock. He beat me to it.
His cock unloaded in my mouth as he clutched my head and rammed his cock far down into my throat. I had no choice but to swallow his hot, tangy load of cum.
It went down easily. I took it all without letting any of it spill on his slacks. Just as he finished cumming my own cock exploded inside my slacks, making a hell of a mess. His cock was still buried deep in my mouth as he came, filling me with delight as I too came. I stayed in that position for a long time until he released the grip on my head and allowed me to sit upright.

"Whew, you helluva a cocksucker, boy..... you can suck my black cock any time you want to. In fact, I think you and I are gonna make a good combo. What do you think, you up for it?"

"Damn right I do. I tell you what... when Karl is fucking Lisa, let's you and I have a little fling up in my room. You up for that?"
"Oh, yeah. In fact I think I'll come over tonight. I might even come over with Karl. He's gonna bust your wife tonight, you know."
"Let 'em fuck. I found what I wanted. See you tonight." I got out of the car and found my own, content that my life had taken the turn I needed. On the drive back to work I fantasized about Louie and what we could do with each other, or rather what I would do for him.
I thought of his gigantic cock and how it filled my mouth when I blew him. That night, true to his word, Louie and Karl arrived together and came directly downstairs.
When Lisa saw Louie she was a bit startled then, thinking it might be the two of them together for her, a threesome, she smiled.
But when Louie went up the stairs from the basement where I was waiting for him, she turned a little pale. "What's going on here?" she asked Karl. "I thought you brought a friend for a threesome, a surprise."

"Oh no, didn't your hubby tell you? Your hubby is gonna suck Louie tonight. I introduced them this afternoon. I think your hubby really likes sucking black cock."

With that Karl threw back his head and laughed, then took Lisa by the hand and walked into the bedroom.
Louie came into my bedroom where I was already prepared for him.
I wore only a housecoat. Louis took one look at me and grinned and started undressing.
As he took off his briefs I marveled at the size of his sem-hard cock. About ten inches long and thick, it was cut and sleek, shining. My heart raced in anticipation of sucking it. I was on my knees in a flash and had it in my mouth. But Louie had other plans for me that night.
"Tonight I am gonna teach a white boy how to take a big cock in his ass and fuck me like a girl. You ready, punk?"

Was I ready? I almost came with his words. I wanted him to fuck me in every way it was possible to fuck. Then I wanted to lick his cock clean. I wanted to lose myself for a night and not worry about job, wife, marriage. I just wanted to get fucked. Louie turned my around and motioned for me to stick my ass in the air for him. He took out some lotion and rubbed it into the area of my asshole. He had come prepared. Without much ceremony he placed his giant cockhead against my ass and shoved, piercing my cheeks with his pole.
I shoved back into his trust, feeling his massive cock enter my ass. "Hey, man, if I didn't know better, I would say you done this before. You a cherry?"

"Hell yes, I'm a cherry," I blurted out, now savoring his cock inside me, cherishing his movements, the wonderful feel of being filled with cock. "But I had a lifetime fantasizing about this, so fuck me, Louie. Fuck me hard." His cock was stretching my asshole to its limit. Never had a cock, nothing but a doctor's finger ever entered my ass. I loved it. I loved the pain/pleasure as he stroked me.
"Oh Louie," I cried, almost like a woman who was losing her virginity. In fact I felt very femme suddenly, imagining that I was Louie's girl friend, his whore, his slut.
"Fuck me, Louie, fuck me!" I was completely oblivious to everything except his massive cock and my asshole. I shut out the rest of the universe just to swim in this sea of delight. The he came.
He grabbed my shoulders by the top as he shot his load inside my hot ass. He used the leverage to shove his cock all the way inside, all ten inches of thick meat. I nearly passed out from the sheer pleasure of it. Louie was filling my ass with his cum. He was fucking me. Then the door opened and in walked Lisa and Karl.
I turned to look at my wife. She had this most incredulous look on her face.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded of me. "Why are letting this man fuck your ass?" Then she did something that absolutely blew me out of the water.
She asked Louie if he wanted to come down and do a threesome with Karl and her. "Dave has had enough now. I dont want him to get spoiled with a nice cock like yours. Come on down and you and Karl can two-time me in the ass and cunt."

Louie looked at her standing there in the nude, her large boobs jiggling as she talked, her red cunt hair revealing the smoothest belly curves.
"Hell, yes, why not," said Louie. "Let's do it. Sorry, man but I gotta get me some that poon. Karl, you sure you don't mind?"
"Mind? Hell I think it's a great idea. Let's make Dave watch as we double fuck her," Karl said to humiliate me.
"Maybe he can learn a few things. Although with his little cock, it won't do much good."

Monday, November 26, 2007

Wife Rules Chapter Two

Chapter One can be found here.

Written by Merlin

I didn't sleep that night, or at most an hour.
All I could think of was the creamy white cum oozing out of my wife's hairy cunt, the cum from a tall, handsome black man.
All night I could see the details of her lovely slit, wet and hot, and I could feel my tongue inside, licking her out, servicing her needs.
I wished that she would call me from her room, but she was sound asleep.

The next morning over breakfast, we didn't say much to each other. She kept looking at me and smiling, waiting for me to react.
Finally I said to her, "Last night was the most incredible night of my life. I enjoyed it. I didnt realize how much until after it was over."
She replied, "Good, I plan to have him over tonight too. I didn't get enough of his lovemaking. He is sooo incredible. His cock is so big, not like yours at all. I have a little something extra planned for tonight. I want your to watch him when he screws me."

I looked at her in disbelief and at the same time my cock involuntarily began to stiffen. "You want me to watch him fuck you? Are you sure?"

"oh yes, I'm positive. You might learn something from him, his technique, the way he can hold back for hours.
That way if I ever let you fuck me again, you will know how to do it. I gotta go now. I'll explain what we will do after I get home after work."

With that she left me to clean up the breakfast table and she left for work.

That evening, when we both got home from work, she told me that her lover would be here in two hours and I should hurry and fix some supper.
After supper, I waited for her call from her bedroom.
I was in suspense, already sexually aroused.
I would watch him stick his big, black cock in her lovely pussy!
With luck.... no, I couldn't think about that, the prospect of licking his cock off after he came in her. That was too much to hope for. The thought of it made my heart speed up and my cock even harder.

The phone rang. It was my wife telling me to come down to her room and to hurry.
When I got there, she was already dressed in a very sultry black matching bra, panty and stocking outfit.
My eyes were glued on her crotch, thinking in a few minutes I would see that massive black tube ramming into her cunt.
I sucked in my breath and awaited her instructions.

"Get in that closet. Shut up and enjoy the show. If he knows you're in there, I don't know what he will do. He may get mad and leave. I just don't know. If you have any second thoughts about this, now is the time to tell me."

"I'm ok with it. Last night was too much to resist again. I wanta lick you out after he fills you."

She said nothing but gave me a knowing smile.
Just then the car pulled up in the back. It was him.
"Karl is here. Get in the closet." So he had a name.. Karl. My cock was bursting.

Karl came through the back door without knocking. He came straight to the bedroom.
From the closet I got a much better look at him. He was tall, handsome, cleancut.
He had a big smile on his face when he saw Lisa, my wife.
They threw themselves in each others' arms and began deep kissing and feeling, rubbing each other.
It was obvious they were in lust, hot and sexually aroused.
I had never seen my wife react to anything like this, her arousal was blatant and obvious.
She made no effort to hide her slutty attitude and her interest in Karl.

They went quickly to the bed and he tore his clothes off as they rolled on the bed.
Soon I could see his huge, beautiful cock, long, black and thick.
Lisa grabbed it and stroked it with her hand then moved down and took it in her round red-lipped mouth. In all the years of our marriage she had never even kissed my cock, let alone suck me off.

I could see her ass perfectly.
She was on her knees sucking Karl's cock with her ass toward me, a move she had obviously planned. She knew I was addicted to her perfectly shaped ass and only occasionly let me lick it and jack off.
She would tease me with it knowing I wanted to lick and kiss it.
Karl moaned as her mouth worked magic on his huge meat pole. But he wanted something else, her wet, hot cunt. Karl rolled her over and stripped off her now-wet panties.
She cooperated completely.
The look on her face was of total submission to this magnificent black lover.
She had a contented smile knowing what was to come.

He lay on his back and pulled her on top of her, his cock like a flag pole waiting to invade her snatch.
Her ass strode his cock and she allowed his great cock to enter her wet cunt. She arched her back as he filled her. She was in ecstasy.

In my haste to get a better view of his cock sliding in her cunt, I tripped and opened the closet sliding door. Karl looked up at me across Lisa's shoulder.

"Well, well, well What we got here? Wimpy-ass hubby wants to see his wife fucked. Well, come on over her, wimp and let me show you how it's done. And take off your clothes. I might have a surprise for you!" Lisa turned and smiled. I think she knew what was about to happen.

I was petrified. I did NOT know what to expect.
I was in my own house but suddenly Karl was in command, totally in charge now. The scene was so hot.. my wife on top of Karl, getting the fucking of her life.
Karl just smiling at me as he continued to stroke my wife's pussy. Me standing there with no clothes on with a giant hardon.

"Come on over here and lick her ass while I fuck her, wimp. You might get your little cock to shoot a load if you do. Whatya say to that, Lisa? Is that ok with you?"

"Sure a tongue in my ass and your cock in my slit. What else could I hope for? Come here and lick me."
Her tone was even and calm.
She loved this. She loved being in control of my life and making me endure this humiliation.
I had to admit I was beginning to enjoy it far more than I thought.
I positioned myself between Karl's muscular legs and leaned forward to lick Lisa's lovely ass.
I stuck my tongue up into her asshole and breathed the fragrance of her ass. I tongue fucked her in rhythm with Karl's stroking, but occasionally his movements were so sudden and strong that I found myself licking his cock as he fucked her.
I was finding that a very pleasant thing and allowed myself to make that mistake over and over.

Karl noticed that himself and said, "hey wimp if you want to suck my cock I sure will let you. Do you mind, Lisa?"
"Heavens no. Let him suck you if he wants. He likes to lick and suck."

They talked about me as though I was not even there, adding to the humiliation. "In fact, why not make him give you a total blowjob?"

Karl liked that. He moved Lisa off him and pulled me down to his cock, shoving it into my mouth with a strength that left me helpless and submissive.
I was completely under the spell of the moment, and I sucked his cock with abandon, filling my mouth with his gigantic tool.
He humped my face until he moved over me, on top and stroked his cock down into my mouth like a cunt. He was using me, fucking my face, and I loved it.
I grabbed his ass and pulled him down into me, shoving his cock deep into my mouth. Soon he came, filling me with his cockjuice.
At first I gagged but I soon understood I had to swallow it as quick as I could so I wouldnt choke on it.
His sperm was hot and thick and not unpleasant to taste as I feared.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Lisa, cheering Karl on and smiling at me.

"Fuck the little wimp, Karl Fuck his mouth! Teach him a lesson he won't forget!"

I came, shooting my load all over myself, the most gigantic orgasm I had ever experienced. It was too much, Lisa yelling at Karl, Karl's cock in my mouth shooting me full of his juice. I was in ecstasy. Total abandon.

We lay on the bed together for a few brief moments, savoring the thrill of the wondrous play we had just scripted.
Lisa however had not had her pleasure yet.
So she told me to leave them alone so Karl could recover and they could fuck all night. She dismissed me like a servant.

"Karl and I want breakfast down here tomorrow. I'll call you when we are up. Take my panties and jack off tonight if you get horny. Seeya."

I left, a bit bewildered, dizzy, in total ecstasy. My wife would spend the night fucking the man I had just sucked off.

I went to my room and jacked off three times that night.


Saturday, November 24, 2007

Friday, November 23, 2007


Written by SAM

We had sort of grown up together although I am three years older than she is.
We lived on opposite sides of the road and if she hadn't been careful when closing the curtains I could see straight into her bedroom. At this time she was just eighteen about 5foot 6inches tall with waist length black hair which reflected the sun like black diamonds as she strode down the street. She was quite slim with firm teenage breasts, Neither to big or to small for her frame.

I never saw her dressed in anything sexy unless you could call her fairly tight fitting trousers or sari as she was Asian and her religion forbade wearing the type of clothes that I used to long to see her dressed in. This didn't matter to much to me as I still managed an odd glimpse of her through the gaps she left in the curtains on some evenings giving me odd glimpses of her while I wanked thinking of her.

One warm summers evening she was sat on the wall underneath my window talking with a friend, I listened eagerly to her explaining to her friend that her Father was soon to visit India to arrange her wedding to an unseen cousin and how she didn't want to hurt her family but she wanted to live a little before marrying. The rest of their conversation went by so quickly and I heard little of it as I was planning just how I could take advantage of what I had heard.

How it happened was a pure accident, she had locked herself out of the house and was wondering just what to do as I arrived home. I watched her walk across the street towards me and my cock suddenly got hard as I once more imagined what it would be like to push my cock hard into her wet pussy.
"Could you help me please" she asked
"I have locked myself out and there will be no one home for hours yet"

It was a dream come true as far as I was concerned a valid reason to get to talk with her.
All the windows were locked up tight so I suggested that she come over to our house where she could have a drink and wait for her folks to arrive home.. Soon we were sat in our lounge chatting away like old friends, I suddenly said that I had overheard her conversation about her forthcoming arranged marriage and wondered if she still felt that she was missing out on some things.
Mmmm, she said I do, Well I said I could help you with that and suddenly kissed her long and hard on the lips, Not letting up the assault on her mouth until she relaxed and started to return my uninvited kiss.

What felt like an eternity later I broke off the kiss and looked into her dark brown eyes, What I saw was puzzlement more than anything and as she started to say something I put a finger on her lips and then kissed her again, this time softly and gently before parting her lips with my tongue and then let my tongue mingle with hers.
Her arms were around my neck and she responded to my kiss as my cock strained against my zippered trousers.
Our thighs rubbed together as we kissed and the fabric of her T-shirt felt so inviting under my hands.
I slowly pushed backwards until she was almost on her back with my leg pressing between hers, She started to protest but I took no notice and only kissed her harder until she relaxed once more, Soon my lips were kissing the side of her neck, my tongue going round in circles, She was still not fully relaxed but I thought that she was enjoying herself as her breathing was getting shallower and quicker.

My cock was so hard and I could feel the precum wetting the inside of my clothing. as we kissed for longer and longer.
I couldn't resist it any longer and pushed my hand up inside of her T- shirt, She almost screamed at me to stop, Which of course I couldn't and pushed her hand out of the way so that I could feel her breast under my hand, although over her bra it felt so good. I held her down with the weight of my body until her protests stopped and she once more returned my kisses.
My hand by now had pushed her bra out of the way and her nipples were hard under my playful fingers and small noises of what I thought to be enjoyment were coming from her throat.

I lifted her T-shirt up enough so that my mouth could reach her nipples, she gasped as I sucked her deeply into my mouth and bit gently but firmly onto her nipple causing her body to arch off the settee.
Holding her free hand in mine and pinning her other hand to the settee with my body I started to undo her jeans while still biting and sucking her beautiful firm teenage tits.
She was struggling and protesting that she couldn't do it, but I took no notice and after undoing the zipper pushed her jeans and panties down over her hips in one go.

My mouth was kissing her again as she still protested but now not so much or loudly. her jeans were around her ankles and I could just reach enough to remove them totally, Her panties as well. the bottom half of her body was naked and the black hair around her mound was thick and inviting although her legs were clamped together tightly.
I just wrapped my arms around her and kissed her for what seemed like ages until she slowly relaxed slightly.
My hands were under her T-shirt playing and teasing on her nipples, I pushed her T-shirt higher until it was under her chin, "take it off " I said , Protesting she said that she couldn't and in my eagerness to have her fully naked I grabbed the neckline and pulled hard, It ripped away and with a couple of tugs it was in half her beautiful tits with their hard nipples exposed to my eyes.

Suddenly she was struggling hard and I almost let her go but soon she relaxed and once more allowed me to kiss her, An hour or so later we were still kissing and I could feel her body responding to my touch, especially the touch of my lips around her nipples.
I kissed her hard on the lips and let my hand travel down over her warm dark skin until I could feel her black pubic hair under my finger tips.
She half heartedly told me to stop but made no physical effort to stop me. I felt her outer lips, wet and swollen before parting them and feeling for her clit. She was hard and ready for me now, she was mine to do with as I wanted as her mouth sort out mine I slid a finger inside her wet pussy, one finger only parting her inner cunt until my knuckles pushed hard against her clit. I stood up and looked down on her as I removed my own clothing.
"You can't " she said "I get married soon"
But she made no move to either stop me or to leave.
Soon I was naked and standing before her, my cock hard and swollen, precum glistening on the purple end. her eyes didn't leave my cock as she studied what she had never seen before. I knelt over her while she was in a half sitting position and pressed my cock against her lips. she tried to pull away from me but I had her beautiful long black hair in my free hand holding her head in one place.

Slowly I pressed against her lips, wiping my precum against her lips and face, it stood out against her dark skin and I demanded that she open her mouth.
She resisted me but soon gave up and slowly opened her mouth, I gently pushed my cock inside of her mouth, pushed until the head disappeared beyond those white teeth. I started to fuck her mouth, deeper and deeper until she was gagging on each full stroke forward, my balls were fit to burst and soon I could feel my cock twitching as my cum started to travel along my cocks shaft. soon it was time to cum and I couldn't hold back any longer.
The first two spurts of cum went deep into her mouth and then I pulled out of her mouth and watched spurt after spurt of creamy white cum fly out of my cock and onto her face, some running down until it dripped off her chin and onto her dark skinned tits.

I wasn't sure what her reaction would be as I pushed her back down onto the settee, her face was covered in my cum as I kissed her, I could taste my cum in her mouth, she was responding but not strongly, I urged her to kiss me back and slowly she did so, We stayed kissing like this for a while my cock slowly hardening again, She felt it nuzzle up against her cunt and tried to break away for me, only her struggles only helped my cock get aroused once more.

I told her to stop struggling and lifted her shoulders off the back of the settee, holding two hand fulls of her hair I pulled her head backwards until her body arched against mine, The head of my cock was pushing against her wet cunt and slowly the pressure of it started to part her pussy lips, I rocked to and fro letting her cunt juices coat my cocks head.
She was sort of whimpering trying to tell me not to fuck her, but her body betrayed her as she responded by pressing back against my hard swollen cock. I felt her cunt open as my cock found it's entrance and started to slide down into her love tunnel, suddenly tightening and resisting my entrance.
Extra pressure from me popped her open and my cock found the end of her cunt.

She was telling me that it hurt but my cock was in control and I just pulled hard on her hair pulling her body into an even tighter arch as I pounded into her.
She was slowly responding and pushing back against my cock, her body now wanting only my cock to fuck her. We kissed and thrusted, she wrapped her arms around me as her nails dug into my back. I could feel my cock getting harder and harder and soon that familiar feeling was deep inside me as my sperm started it's travels up my cocks shaft.
I was so far gone that nothing mattered apart from filling her wet warm cunt with my spunk, I pulled her hair hard, her head was almost as far back as it would go as my cum burst into her, My cock twitching as I shot large amounts of cum inside her cunt not worrying about a condom or the after effects of her being pregnant.

Slowly my cock softened and we still lay there my cock deep inside of her.

I was quite happy waiting there for my cock to grow hard once more but she was saying that she must go home as her parents would be home and wondering what she was doing out late on her own.

I lent her a T-shirt to replace the one that I had ripped from her not so long ago and watched her dress before she walked back across the road where her mother opened the door to her ringing the bell, She never looked back over her shoulder and soon after her cousin arrived for the arranged marriage and I was left wondering what she would do on her wedding night about her no longer being a virgin.

Soon after her wedding I noticed a swelling around her middle, I couldn't help but wonder how she would explain a white baby?

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Thursday Video: Asian Squirt

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Her Highness's Trial

Written by Elric the Albino

Her imperial majesty, Princess Yuna, only daughter of the Emperor, stood before me.
The crowd fell silent. In her hand was the Sword of Honor, the prize of the tournament victor.
She stood atop a small flight of white steps, resplendent in a shimmering silver gown, her long blonde hair falling about her shoulders. She was in her early twenties, and she was the lady of my dreams.

'Come forward, warrior, and claim your prize.' Her musical voice rang out in the sudden silence.
I climbed the steps, eyes downward respectfully. I knelt before her. I studied the jewelled pommel of the sword in her slender white hand. She eased her hand forward, and I kissed it.
I stood up. She faced me, a faint smile upon her lovely face.
'I declare you victor of the Tournament of Swords.' She handed me the sword. I took it. The crowd erupted in deafening applause.

In the pommel of the sword, I had been told to look for a note. And find it I did. It read thus :

Congratulations again, Azwyn of Darkheim, on your second consecutive victory in the Tournament of Swords.
I would be honoured if you would accept my invitation of a private dinner (non-formal dress) at the Imperial Palace tomorrow evening, 8 pm, as per last year.

Imperial Princess Yuna Illeia.

Thus I found myself the following evening led through the vast interior of the Imperial Palace to a throne room where her ladyship sat reading alone. The guards were dismissed, leaving us alone.
I looked at her. She wore a long, flowing gown this time of purest gold, matching her hair. Above the waist she wore an intricately embroidered sleeved lace bodice of filmy gauze. The hem of the gown reached to just above her ankles. She wore golden high heeled shoes upon her feet.
For a moment she paid me no heed, and then she put the book aside, sighed quietly and glanced over at me. As always under that stare my breath was taken from me, my heart was made to beat faster.

'Well Master Azwyn. You retain your coveted title, and we meet again.'
She smiled faintly, demurely.
I bowed. 'Yes Highness. And might I say the greatest reward is the pleasure of your company for another evening.'
What would the evening hold for me ? Last year had been incredible enough.
Her blue eyes glittered mischievously.
'Oh indeed ?'
I bowed again.
She giggled. 'Undress warrior.'
I looked up at her, nodded. I had known the meaning of the reference to 'non formal dress' in her invitation. She wanted me to dress in warrior's garb; brown leather loincloth and coverup kilt, boots, and mail shirt.
I slung the mail shirt over my head and tossed it onto the floor.
Eyes locked on hers, I unhooked the kilt. Her smile broadened as she eyed me speculatively.

'mmm. Continue.' She breathed with a smirk.
With my most charming smile, I untied the cords holding up my loincloth. And now I stood before her in only my boots. My cock, a proud and erect nine inches, sat up at a sharp angle, pointing directly at her.
She sighed and shook her head. 'My my, you really are something.'
Her Imperial Majesty rose and descended the steps, her high heels clicking as she came. She walked toward me Ð her amusement for the evening Ð until she stood not a few inches from me. I felt her lovely hand encircle my prick gently but firmly, and struggled to remain calm.

Her hand caressed my shaft, her palm pinning the head of my prick to my abdomen.
Leaning forward, her lips met mine.
A long, sensuous kiss as she softly wanked me.
'This belongs to me.' She stated softly, factually.
'Yes your Highness.'
'I have claimed it as my own. I trust you have remained celibate as I ordered.'
'Yes your Highness.'
Yes. One long year, with only the thought of her to keep me going.

She took one more long, lingering look into my eyes and, with another giggle, turned on her heel and began walking back to her throne. She took hold of her hair in her fingers and shook it out. Then, walking slowly away from me, her hands untied the laces at her back and with a smooth motion she peeled the top half of her lace gown of her body, revealing her creamy white back. Then the gown slipped off her as she pushed it gently down off her hips.

I stared after her with aching longing. I had not quite recalled the extent of her beauty. She walked away toward her throne, clad now only in her heels, elbow length golden gloves, a golden lace garter belt, and matching lace top stockings. Her sweet ass swaying seductively, she glanced over her shoulder at me and giggled again.

I watched her ascend the steps.
Oh Princess Sweet.
She reached the top and with one hand on the back of her throne, swung around to face me. And there, between the straps of her garter belt, her neatly trimmed triangular thatch of golden womanhood beckoned.
'Have you been thinking of me warrior ?', she cooed.
I gazed stupidly at her.
She laughed, a gentle yet mocking laughter.
Regally, she seated herself into her throne, and crossed her legs.
Her eyes closed, and I watched as she played with her soft small breasts, kneading them gently.

'Yes Your Highness. I have not stopped thinking of you.'
She giggled to herself.
She beckoned to me with her finger. I came over, began ascending the steps.
The stairway to heaven.
I reached the last step.
A lever at the side of the throne allowed her to recline back, so that she lay back at an angle of about 60 degrees.
She placed her hands behind her head and lay for a moment watching me, her hair spilling out all over the rich red velvet of the upholstery. Her spread right hand caressed her pussy, the middle finger inserting itself between the lips.

'You're dying to fuck me aren't you ?'
I nodded. 'Yes Your Highness.'
'I'm a virgin Imperial Princess. I don't do that sort of thing.'
'Of course not your Highness.'
She motioned for me to come forward, until my shins touched the cushioning between her parted legs. She opened a hidden cache in the armrest of the throne and withdrew a jar of clear ointment, gathered some into her white hand, and promptly began rubbing it along my shaft. I felt a faint burning sensation.

'This will make sure you don't get too excited.'
Grasping my ass in her small hands, she leaned forward and took about half of my length into her mouth. I felt come surging from my balls, but then the burning sensation from the ointment seemed to hold it back. I gasped.
Gently she swirled her tongue around my cock, for a minute or so. Then she stopped. She lay back. I gazed down at her incredible body.
'On the other hand, you have won the Tournament of Swords twice, and you are extremely fuckable.'
'Thank you you're Highness.'
She sighed. 'Such a shame you're only a commoner. With no title to your name.'
I shook my head. 'Alas no.'
She raised her right foot and teased my cock with her stiletto heel.
'Poor boy.'
'Are you willing to undertake my usual Ôlittle test' for such a reward ?'
'Oh yes Your Highness. Yes Ð'
'Do not speak too hastily. You won last time, much to my annoyance. This time, I shall be merciless.'
I nodded. 'Yes, I understand.'
'I beg your pardon ?'
'Yes I understand Your Highness.' I gasped.
Her foot massaging had stopped. She stared at me icily. Then her expression softened. 'Come then. Let us have dinner before your trial begins.'

We had dinner beside the fire in her private chambers. I wore the same outfit, minus the loincloth, as per her directions, while she changed into a red transparent evening gown. The meal was sumptuous. We drank rich red wine and ate roast fowl, dumplings, and asparagus. We talked about my victory.

Very suddenly I began to feel a strong lethargy come over me, and I knew immediately that her Highness had arranged for my food to be drugged with a slow-working sedative of some sort. I remember her sitting there, reclined in her chair, watching me with a wicked smile as she drank, laughing at my state.
Then I fell to the floor. From afar I heard her voice.
I was drifting, drifting. I was spiraling out of control.

And then I was in a huge dark room, perhaps an underground cavern. I knew I was in her dungeon now. I vision of such loveliness met my eyes, that I momentarily failed to notice that I was chained by both hands to posts either side of me, my arms stretched out tautly, entirely naked, my cock imprisoned in a strange device that made my growing erection very painful.

The vision that met me was that of Princess Yuna walking toward me clad in a most erotic outfit. It consisted of a black leather garter belt attached to sheer black lace top stockings, black high heels, black leather armcuffs that went from her wrists to about an inch or so before her elbows, a black leather belt studded with small diamonds, a black leather collar studded with the same, and a harness of black leather that wound around her tits, attaching to either side of her collar.
A long length of thick chain was wound around her neck and shoulders as though she were parading a pet snake. Her hair was pulled back from her angelic face and tied at the top with a hair band to give it a bob-tail effect. Her eyes were lightly made up with bluish rouge, and her lips were painted ice blue, matching her eyes.

I groaned despite myself at the sight of her. My cock, instantly, ragingly erect at this wonderful visual stimulus before it, was straining against the device slung around it. The more it grew, the more small teeth in the rim of the thing bit into my flesh.
She laughed gaily, walking slowly toward me. I stared at her little pussy transfixed.
'Look at me warrior Ð am I not worth suffering for ?'
I groaned. 'Oh yes your Highness.' I managed.
She stopped before me. I stared at her pussy, framed by the two thin garter belt straps. 'You can look, but you can't touch. Not unless you're man enough to pass my trial.' She said in her little girl voice.

Her pussy was wet. She seemed to have smeared some silvery ointment around the lips of her cunt.
'It's funny isn't it ? All those girls who watched you, fantasised about you. Azwyn Darkhelm Ð Master of the Sword. Yet here you are with only one thought. You think not of them, but of me. They will never have you, for I have claimed your body as my property.'
I could think of nothing to say.
'Your cock hurts doesn't it ? Poor baby.'
She circled me slowly. The she came back into view.

In her hands she held the instrument with which she intended to test my endurance. A long, wicked looking whip. She had used it briefly on me at our last encounter. I knew it to be magical in nature.
With catlike grace, she raised it and brought it down smoothly, whistling through the air angrily like a buzzing bee. It struck me across my left shoulder, knocking me back and filling my mind with blinding searing pain.

One stroke.
Then another. Across the right shoulder. Pinpoint in its accuracy. She knew well how to use it.
My world became a blur. I lost count of the blows.
My eyes struggled to see through the blood dripping from my forehead. She had stopped, at least for the moment. She walked toward me, whip trailing behind her. Then she was before me, her naked crotch inches from my face, eye level with it.
I knew what I had to do. I buried my face in her womanhood and used my tongue to bring her pleasure. Before long, she was screaming out in delicious ecstasy.

When she had used me to her satisfaction, she walked back to her original place. 'Even now, in your haze of pain, you can think of nothing but fucking me.'
Her hips swayed, her firm ass flexed as she walked, sensuously, slowly, away.
She was right. My entire body stung with the numerous lashings it had received from her whip. My cock was an aching mess, as those horrible teeth dug into it.
She turned to face me, smiling, and laughed.
'Look away from me, and maybe your boner will subside.'
But I could not.
'Your Highness. Please. I beg you. End this torture.'
Her eyes softened a little, but her smile faded.
'Are you willing to run the gauntlet to touch my perfect body warrior ?'

It meant possible death. But I had done it once before, and I could do it again.
Thirty yards between heaven and I. She could wield that whip with amazing accuracy and deadly precision. From birth, she'd been trained thoroughly in its use. And I knew its magic sapped a man's mental as well as physical resolve.
While she waited for my reply, she toyed happily with it, casually flipping it this way and that, smashing it against the floor either side of her with superb skill.
I nodded. 'Yes Your Highness.'

She sighed. 'I'm ready for you this time, Azwyn. You shall not win this contest.'
I ignored her remark, and took a step toward her.
I still do not know where that first blow came from. I never even saw her raise the whip. Just a blur and then incredible pain as the thing bit into my exposed groin. I fell to the floor, howling in agony.

I heard her laughter.
I rose, and somehow managed to duck the next two blows, with a dexterity I didn't even know I possessed, as one does when they are in grave danger.
For a brief moment I caught her steely gaze. I could see she wanted to kill me now for sure. There was no mercy in her eyes.
I took two more, one in the side of the head and across my left arm, and one in the chest and face. I saw stars, stumbled, but managed to cover more ground. Everything was in agonising slow motion.

She was close enough to smell now. I could sense her arousal at the prospect of both killing and of fucking me. There was no laughter now, just a merciless sneer.
'You fucking worm,' she hissed, as she flung the whip around my waist, coiling me tightly for a second, and then she pulled firmly on it to send me crashing to the floor in front of her, a couple of steps away. As I got to my feet, she took a step froward to stand right over me, hands on hips.

I gazed up at her, a vision of feminine power and beauty. The unattainable lady.
'You lose Azwyn.'
She placed the heel of her boot firmly on my mouth and pushed it in. I was crying like a baby.
'Suck it you worthless piece of shit.'
And I sucked.
'It'll take better men than you to win my affections.'

The taste of my blood mixed with the leather. And as I ruminated on my failure to win the woman of my dreams, I felt a warm trickle on my head and my back.

Her Highness was laughing as she pissed on me.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Little Princes

Written by Elrik the albino (Jan 2000)

Kalem Kintyre knew she was the one as soon as he laid eyes on her.
It was a busy Saturday night at the Jade Dancer, the most hip club in all of Waterdeep.
He'd managed to get in using a fake id and disguise.
The id came from a robbery he'd done a month before.
The disguise was basically just a make up job, a wig, and some expensive clothes. He'd taken them from the victim (presumably just another stupid young nobleman, the kind that were a dime a dozen in Waterdeep).

The bouncer had checked him out for a while before letting him through.
He was at a low ebb in his career as a con-man, opportunist, and charlatan. His last scam had been selling fake religious items - 'holy' water, 'blessed' scrolls, and so on Ð to vulnerable types.
For a while it had gone well, and he'd made a tidy profit.
The scam involved a number of other contacts, fences, and even a magician who contributed the necessary spells for disguising the counterfeit items in such a way as to avoid easy detection.
But one night they were busted by agents of the Watch, presumably acting on a tip off from some informer. Who the informer was nobody ever found out. At any rate, he'd been lucky he wasn't in town at the time of the raids. He'd gone up to Neverwinter for a week to establish some new contacts. When he came back, he found sketches of his face posted up around town with the caption 'WANTED - REWARD OFFERED'.

It was then he decided to make use of the proceeds of that night a few weeks back when he'd come upon a drunken nobleman sprawled in Ten Steps Alley. It had been pure chance.
The stupid fop was still clutching a bottle of whiskey. He'd rifled his pockets and found a pass to get into the Dancer (it was members only and only the very rich went there because the fees were huge), a purse with some gold coins in it, and a gold ring. He also stripped him of his silk shirt and leggings, after giving him a firm punch to the side of the head to knock him out for a while. Soon after, he'd sold the ring and made use of the gold, but the clothing he decided would be of more use as a disguise whenever he should want to get in to the Dancer.

So that night he'd disguised himself to appear as close as he could to his recollection of the drunken young noble and, armed with his fine clothes and the pass, had got in to the famed establishment. His plan was simple. He would remove the disguise once inside (he preferred his own looks to those of the robbed nobleman), and proceed to comb the joint for vulnerable looking rich women (all the women at the Dancer were rich, so that part was easy).

He would charm them using his usual irresistable style, convince them to take him home for the night (or better still, one of the townhouses they rented specifically for the purpose of 'entertaining' male guests), give them a night of great sex, and then, when they were safely asleep, steal the best of their money and jewellery.

This was the plan he had in mind when a young girl, no more than sixteen he guessed, walked up to the bar and requested a blue zzar, the typical cocktail favourite of fashionable wealthy young ladies.
He'd been looking around for some time, but all the women seemed to have hostile bodyguards either with or near them (he'd approached one promising forty something lady alone at a table, when out of nowhere a huge hulk of a man intercepted him saying 'I'm afraid the lady is expecting company tonight sir'). He'd watched the girl surreptitiously for a while.
She did not seem to be accompanied by anyone, and her youth was a definite plus. He knew all about these rich girls. The upper classes of Waterdeep were a jaded, thrill seeking lot. Rich young teenage girls came to places like the Dancer looking for a good time, the kind of good time their limp-dicked male counterparts couldn't provide. What they really liked were adventurers, another common group that frequented the place. He was good at pretending to be one.

For about a year, he'd adventured in a party as a warrior, but he'd found it too dangerous. It wasn't the life for him. Two of his company got killed on their first quest, and he decided then and there that there must be easier ways to make a living. But still, his brief experience, coupled with his good looks and lean, athletic physique, enabled him to pose as an adventurer reasonably convincingly. He even still had his old sword, which he took along for the occasion.

The other thing about the girl was that she was extremely cute. She was fairly tall, about five nine or ten, with waist length deep brown hair, perfectly straight and very lustrous, and an oval shaped intelligent elfin face. She wore a knee length blue baby doll dress, blue stockings, and high heeled shoes. A beauty of a diamond necklace hung around her neck. He found himself perfectly capable of imagining her without her clothes, bent over a table while he fucked her from behind. Maybe even up the ass. He'd heard rich girls sometimes liked that.

He judged her to be a virgin. She looked innocently beautiful.
He decided to take a gamble. He paid for her drink.
She turned to look at him with arresting green eyes, and smiled shyly.
He flashed her his boyish smile.
'Don't mention it.' He said. He gestured to a stool near her at the bar. 'Why don't you sit down and tell me about yourself.'
She blushed as she raised the glass to her lips and sipped daintily. 'OK.'
He glanced at her blue-stocking clad legs as she seated herself, but then forced himself to tear his eyes away. Nice and easy, gently does it. That was the way.
'So what's your name ?'
'Cylette. Cylette Raventree.'
He froze. Raventree. He'd heard of the Raventree family all right. He knew one thing. They were bloody rich.
'Cylette. That's a lovely name.'
Another blush. 'Thanks.'
'Surely you're not here alone ?'
'There's a guy here my father hires to watch out for me. But he won't do anything. My father's a bit protective but he doesn't mind me É' She paused, uncertain about how to finish.
'Édoesn't mind you coming here looking for a good time ?', he ventured by way of help.
She blushed again, this time more intensely, and, with a faint smile said, 'yes, I guess.'

He recalled now. The Raventree's were renowned for being a rather wild, eccentric bunch. They were big financiers of the Arts in general, and there were persistent rumours that they were involved in the drug trade, both legal and illegal.
After a pause, 'You know, you haven't told me anything about yourself.'
'There's not much to tell I'm afraid. I'm an adventurer, in town for a while before my next quest.' He said humbly.
And from there he proceeded to tell her of his various exploits, his current quest to recover the long lost Staff of Kraal (whoever Kraal was), how he'd lost a brave comrade in battle to a Hobgoblin Chieftain on his last quest to rescue the captured daughter of a Mintarn nobleman. And all the while she listened with doe eyed anticipation, quizzing him about all manner of details. They drank more zzar (to his relief she refused to let him buy any more drinks, instead paying for them herself) and soon she was onto requesting to see him flex his muscles, and the details of his past romances.

They had moved over to a more quiet corner to talk. The drinks were having a pleasing effect on her. She was now flirting with him, emboldened by the alcohol. The change was quite remarkable, even a little disconcerting. He gradually found himself on the back foot, not quite in control of the way the situation was developing. And although he was certain the drinks had had a lot to do with her increased confidence, he suspected she had been playing the shy, inexperienced virgin girl a little deliberately before.

'I suppose you've had lots of love affairs with beautiful lady warriors'.
'Well Ð a few. But they all broke my heart.'
She giggled. Actually, it was more of a chesty chuckle than a giggle. Earlier it had been more like the classic teenage girl giggle, high pitched and dim-witted.
'Oh ? So none lay claim on you ?'
He shook his head. 'No. I'm a free man.'
She laughed. She hesitantly toyed with the back of his hand with her gloved fingers, feeling his knuckles. 'You've got nice smooth hands. I thought warriors were meant to have really rough hands, what with all that sword swinging.'

Observant, he thought. I'd better tread carefully with this one.
'Oh I always wear gauntlets when I fight.'
She smiled coyly at him, tilting her head to one side playfully. 'What did you mean when you said you're a free man ? You think all those girls were trying to hold you prisoner huh ?'
He laughed. 'No, no. But they did want me to settle down a little. I couldn't. Adventuring's in my blood.' He paused, looking into her eyes. 'And so is falling for pretty ladies.'
She smiled back at him as she leaned back slightly, curling the end of her hair in her index finger. 'You think I'm pretty ?'
'I certainly do. And what's more you have class. Elegance. The kind that only comes with good breeding. Me, I came from a simple background. But I've always envied the sophistication of the wealthy classes.'

She eyed him as she sipped her zzar. After a pause she said,'You're very good at flattery, you know.'
'I assure you I am perfectly serious.'
Another pause, this time longer.
'I guess a guy like you would be good at all sorts of things huh ?'
He could see from the glitter in her eyes, the way her chest rose and fell ever so slightly with her heightened pulse rate, that she was aroused by this situation of open flirtation. And he knew with certainty that, although she may be innocent in the arts of love, this was not the first time she had engaged in such an encounter.

She was your classic untouchable virgin. This kind loved themselves to distraction. He imagined her standing in front of a mirror, naked, admiring herself. Reflecting on whether to ever surrender her perfect body to the harshness of lovemaking.

'Well, I suppose you could say that.'
'Have you heard of my family ?', she asked suddenly.
'Yes, I have. I'm not from Waterdeep, but I have heard the name Raventree before.'
'We are one of the oldest merchant families in the City of Splendors. And the richest. Here, all the major Houses are known to people. I've had plenty of creeps trying to come on to me. They stare at the rings on your fingers, or your jewellery.' She fingered her diamond necklace as she spoke. 'I hate it.'
Oh, you poor dear, he thought. How do you cope ?
He nodded understandingly. 'Still. How can you tell it's not your beauty they covet, and not you're diamonds ?'
'Oh I can tell. They're just creeps. But you're not. I like adventurers. Especially handsome ones like you.'
She ventured a caress of his bare right bicep. 'Mmm.' She giggled softly.

Now was the time to make his move. He leaned forward. Their lips met. To his surprise, he felt her tongue push its way into his mouth. They kissed for well over a minute, and then her hand was on his chest, and he felt her applying a gentle push. She broke the kiss.

'I've got a secret.' She whispered. Her lips were so close to his, he could see the texture of her deep pink lipstick.
'What ?'
She smiled coyly, and in a little girl voice said,'I'm not wearing any panties at all.' Little tease, he thought.
'Mmm. How unladylike of you.'
She giggled. 'Maybe. I should tell you I'm a virgin.'
A virgin maybe, but not as innocent as he'd first thought.
'I see. Do you want to do something about that ?'
She smiled. 'Maybe. Maybe not. It depends.'
'On what ?'
'I have to see if you're what I want first.' She laughed, stood up suddenly, and he watched in amazement as she started walking away from him, her ass swaying seductively.

He followed her out into the cool night air.
She turned around and, taking a couple of steps toward him, put her arms around him and presented her lips for kissing. He kissed her deeply.
He wanted to fuck her there and then, but he knew the little bitch wouldn't brook it.

'What about you're bodyguard ?'
'He should be along soon. I have a private coach, and he drives me. Once he sees I'm inside safely he'll leave for the night.'
'Where are we going ?'
She giggled. 'Don't worry, we're not going back to my family's house. My sisters and I have a townhouse in Sea Ward. They're all away at the moment anyway, so we'll have the place to ourselves.'

A passing coach stopped beside them. In the driver's seat, he saw a figure cloaked all in black, the hood concealing his features. He got out and, opening the door, helped her inside. As she climbed up into the cabin, she lifted the hem of her dress to her just below her ass and paused briefly to glance over her shoulder at him.
What a little tease.
When he got inside, she was leaning back on the cushions, one leg bent. A few moments later, the coach leapt forward.
For a moment he stared at her in the dim light. She looked up at him expectantly.
She held out her arms to him. 'Kiss me.'
He lay atop her, and they kissed.
'Are all you Waterdeep ladies so bold ?', he whispered to her in the darkness of the cabin.
She giggled. 'Oh, yes. We have a reputation.'
'So É that's your bodyguard driving us ?'
'Yes, that's Armand. He's served our family loyally for years.'
'He looks formidable.'
'Oh he's fine. He won't do anything unless you try to hit me, or steal from me or something like that. Or rape me.'

He looked down at her. Her dark hair lay about her haphazardly. What a find. A gorgeous rich 15 year old virgin. But what about the bodyguard ? He felt sure that, even if he didn't observe them fucking, he'd at least keep an eye on the house throughout the night. He knew what they were like. Well, if he didn't get to rob her, at least he'd get her cherry. What a prize, indeed ! And maybe he'd make such an impression on her she'd want to see him again É

'How would he know if I'm raping you or just having passionate sex with you ?'
'If I scream out he'd know.' An evil look came into her eyes. 'Maybe I'll do that. Wouldn't that be funny ? You'd get arrested and imprisoned for sure.'
Yeah. Hilarious.
'Surely you wouldn't ?' he said with mock concern.
She laughed, sighed, and slowly stretched her leg up to place it on his shoulder.
His eyes went to the small triangular patch of black pubic hair between her legs. Neatly trimmed.

'Can you see my pussy ?', she breathed, smoothing the folds of her dress around her waist.
'Yes.', he managed croakingly, his cock rock hard at the sight. 'It looks good enough to eat to me.'
He prepared to get down there and then and eat her, but she stopped him by removing her foot from his shoulder and placing it squarely into his chest.
'Uh uh.'
He looked into her eyes. She was clearly aroused at her own teasing performance.
'You'll have to wait for that.'

He realised now that she was going to be an especially tricky case. It was clear she wanted to tease him at length before letting herself be taken, and with the bodyguard following closely behind he was in no doubt he'd have to endure it.
She withdrew her foot and her pussy disappeared from view.
The coach came to a halt.
Cylette sat up and kissed him again.

The door opened. Breaking away from him, she swung around so that she sat at the edge of the seat, her legs and feet dangling out of the coach.
Armand lifted her out of the carriage. She sighed and hung her head over his shoulder, putting her arms around him. He set her down gently on her feet.
He climbed out, and looked around. They had come to the esplanade. Stately, comfortable looking mansions stood overlooking the dark sea, which lay at the base of the formidable cliffs into which was built the intricate latticework Underdark. Underdark was the name given to the very foundations of the City of Splendors, centuries old, and said to harbour all manner of strange denizens and magical enchantments.

They stood outside the gates of an imposing manor that looked more like a family home than a spare place to take people you'd met at a nightclub. But then, this girl was part of the very very rich, not just the affluent.

She walked up and, putting her arms around him, held her pretty face up for another kiss. He obliged gladly. She felt so good in his arms. Then she broke away again, smiled, blew him a kiss, and, turning on her heel, headed for the front gate.
He watched her walk away, confused. Where was she going ?
'Madame ?' he called out after her. Surely, the little bitch wasn't going to leave him here at this point of proceedings.

A mailed hand suddenly grasped his shoulder, gently but firmly.
'Sir ?' said the dispassionate voice of Armand the bodyguard.
He turned to face him, and suddenly a thick white cloth smothered his face and his nostrils were filled with the unmistakable odour of Porphyrr, a herb commonly used to induce temporary unconsciousness.

He fought the effects, but he felt his knees growing numb and then gradually the rest of his body as he slumped forward into his assailants arms. As he blanked out he reflected briefly on the fact that he had been set up.

He awoke to find himself in a bedroom lit by candles placed at various points around the walls, and a fireplace burning steadily at the far end of the room. He lay on a wide round bed laden with blue silk sheets.
His hands were tied together above his head and fixed to the steel rungs of the bedhead. There was something spherical and solid, probably wooden, inside his mouth, which was fixed there by an elastic strap that wound around his head. Each of his ankles was manacled to steel rungs at the far end of the bed.

Much to his concern, he was completely naked.
He gazed at his surroundings. There was a dressing table at the far end of the room, covered with items such as combs, hairbrushes, lipsticks, and perfumes. Before the fireplace, a large rug decorated the floor.
A deep, low set wicker chair sat before the fireplace on the rug, laden with soft cushions. Next to it were a low wooden footstool and a lowset round wooden table. A large portrait painting dominated the wall to his left. It depicted a beautiful young girl, wearing a flowing silver gown, seated regally in a high backed chair, legs crossed..

To his right was a chair over which was slung a yellow dress.
There had been the sound of a door opening behind him, which had awoken him from his slumber. He could not see there. The dressing table mirror revealed nothing either.
It closed. He heard slow, measured steps. High heels on stone. Then a gloved hand (her hand clad in a strange, silky, lacy fabric he did not recognise) touched his hair briefly.
The smell of perfume. A girlish giggle in his ear, soft lips caressing his earlobe briefly. He felt a tingle run up his spine as she blew softly in his ear.
She passed by him in the faint light of the chamber, her back to him.
Her long, waist-length brown hair bouncing slightly as she walked, slowly. She wore the very same silver gown as she wore in the portrait painting.
It looked to be made of a spidery, silky material that was so wispy it looked like it might break up and float away into the air at any moment.
The lacework was intricate and beautiful. The garment hugged her young body like a second skin, covering her arms to the wrists. It reached to just above her ankles, and was slit up the sides to her waist. Upon her feet were silver strapped sandals, the heels about four inches in length. At her right ear, a single white dandelion.

He had to admit he was a little afraid. Here he lay, completely helpless, at the mercy of this strange, beautiful girl.
She walked toward the fireplace, her shimmering form outlined by and bathed in firelight. He wanted to speak, but he could not.
With slow, measured steps, she approached the fireplace. The gown was semi-transparent, and as she moved the light revealed tantalising glimpses.
He couldn't believe this was happening. He had planned this all so well, or so he'd thought. And now, he was unable to effect the course of events at all. Had this young girl planned all of this in advance ? It certainly appeared so.
She reached the fireplace, and reaching forward, pulled a cord that seemed to run from behind the mantlepiece up into a tiny hole in the ceiling. A distant ringing was heard. Then she walked over and settled herself in the wicker chair.
For the first time since they had met at the Satin Dancer, she looked directly at him. She smiled knowingly at him, and then laughed a crystal clear laugh as she placed her right leg over her left.

He saw she wore thigh high, silver grey, lace top stockings. She gazed with interest at his growing erection. He could tell she was highly aroused.
'I hope you're not angry at me for having you restrained and gagged.'
He stared at her lovely, stocking-clad leg. He was angry all right, and he was afraid. He was resentful that these rich bitches thought they could get away with this sort of shit.

Then again, they could get away with it. He knew how this city worked. If you had money you could have whatever you wanted.
'Tonight is a special night for me you see. Tonight, I become a true woman.' And she laughed at her own words, slightly intoxicated by the champagne.
She rose from her seat, glass of champagne in her delicate hand, and walked toward him. When she got to the edge of the bed, she paused to look down into his eyes. He saw, looking into them, that his fears were unfounded. And he knew she did not intend to harm him Ð at least not permanently. Beneath the lace about her chest, he saw the soft swell of her small, developing breasts, but the details remained excruciatingly hidden.

He wanted to tell her she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
She fingered the diamond necklace at her throat absently with one hand, and he watched in incredulity as, with her other hand, she placed a finger against the covered lips of her pussy and began gently massaging her most sensitive place.
He felt the sweat trickling down from his forehead and his cock felt like it was going to explode. And yet, with no other stimulation than visual, he knew that was just wishful thinking. Never before had he felt so intensely frustrated. He wanted to scream.
She announced : 'I didn't lie when I told you I was a virgin. I've never fucked a man before.'
He saw her eyes were on his cock. She was breathing fairly heavily, her eyelids fluttering over her enchanting eyes.
'Aghh!', she cried suddenly, tensing. She reached out to hold onto a bedpost, her body trembling as an orgasm swept over her. He could smell her essence now, mixed with the subtle perfume she wore. Without thinking, he began to strain against his bonds.
She ignored his attempts to break free, pausing for a minute or so to regain her composure, brush a strand of hair from her face. Then he felt her lacy hand upon his forehead again.

'Shshhh,' she whispered. 'Do not fight me, my beautiful warrior.'
He looked up at her with his most imploring expression. She smiled, a triumphant, exultant smile. Her eyes glittered, her face was flushed.
'I don't want to hurt you.'
She caressed his cheek, as though he were a lovely ornament.
So, he reflected for a brief moment. She really thinks I am a warrior.
She sat down on the bed beside him, leaned over, and kissed him on the forehead. Her hair fell all about him. Then she drew back and playfully licked his nose, then his left ear.

'It's going to be so good,' she cooed into his ear, her breath hot against his skin. 'I can't wait until we fuck.'

She got up again and walked back to her chair, seated herself.
The lovely girl of means said : 'I've been waiting a long time for you, you know.' Just then, the door at the far end of the room opened, and in walked a young girl. She was, he judged, a little older than Cylette, perhaps 19 or 20. Her hair was long, although not quite the waist length of Cylette's; rippling, and honey blonde in hue. She was a little shorter, perhaps five foot seven or eight. She wore a similar gown of silvery green, although not quite as intricately laced as Cylette's.
The girl went over to Cylette, and about half way turned her head to look directly at him. He froze under her gaze. His cock, fully erect and at its most proud eight and a half inches, left no doubt as to his own state of arousal.
She smiled, laughed quietly to herself, and then knelt at Cylette's side. All the while, Cylette had not taken her gaze from him. Sitting with legs crossed, that sublime leg of hers poking out of her gown, she did not so much as glance at the blonde haired maiden who, kneeling, had taken her foot in her hands and had begun to carefully clean her shoe with her tongue.

After a moment she reached out and caressed her hair, then she glanced down with a smile.

When he had seen that smile first in the Satin Dancer, Kalem had mistakenly interpreted it as shyness. He now realised it was no such thing. It was the smile reserved for the truly affluent, decadent, and self possessed. For the tiny minority of ultra rich who were used to manipulating people like pawns, and who knew that society was deliberately constructed for them and them alone.
'Jacintha, my love. What do you think of him ?'
She looked back to regard him. 'Hmmm. He's cute É but are you sure he's good enough for you ?'
By Tempus he hated them. What right did they think they had ? He felt his ears burning. But then, that wasn't just the result of his fury either, he had to admit. Something within him, he realised vaguely, was actually enjoying this humiliation. And it was truly the ultimate humiliation for him.
He, who had spent years manipulating young women like these, had finally met his match.
He had bitten off way more than he could chew.
He should have known he wouldn't get away with it with a Raventree. Now, lying there, he recalled everything he'd heard about them. They were one of the most powerful and oldest families of Waterdeep, and there were even rumours that some of their members were Lords.

Lords of Waterdeep. A select few drawn from the ruling classes who held absolute power in the most powerful city of the Realms.
Nothing was known of them, and whenever they acted officially, they donned masks to conceal their identities. There were even rumours that they cast spells upon themselves to conceal their genders and exact physiques. And there he'd been, trying to screw over the daughter of a likely Lord of Waterdeep. It was the sort of stunt that worked fine with the lower nobility, the kind who had only a minor title and no real power or influence, who were flattered at any advance or obsequious pandering to their fragile status.. But not with the Lords and their kin !

Then again, he had to admit, she'd acted out a role that quite clearly did not reflect her true position and persona. What was her game ? Clearly she wanted to fuck him. Was that it ?

All Cylette gave in reply was a laugh and a chiding, 'Oh Jacintha.' It was difficult to keep his eyes on them, flat on his back as he was. The natural place for him to look would have been the ceiling, at least in terms of comfort. But he wasn't about to do that. Presently, with a sigh, Cylette lifted her foot and draped her leg over the cushioned armrest of the wicker chair. He saw the top of her stocking, at upper thigh level, and the strap of a garter belt running under her ass.
Jacintha now busied herself with licking her lovers' upper thigh, front and rear, and then she buried her face between her legs fully.

Lady Cylette reached down absently, operating a small lever at the side of her chair, which allowed the back to ease down. She lay back at an angle of about 70 degrees, arms folded behind her head.

Then she looked right at him again and smiled.
With one hand, she lifted her swathe of hair behind her neck and, with the other, unzipped herself at the back of her gown, tilting her head slightly forward. Then, lifting both hands to her shoulders, she rolled the gown off her shoulders and peeled it off like a skin, right down to her waist.
Now she sat, naked above the waist apart from her jewelled necklace.
She closed her eyes and cupped her breasts in her hands. He saw that she bore a small tattoo over her left breast, but he could not make out the details from where he was.

By Sune, he thought, her breasts are lovely. Still developing, perfectly formed hemi-spherical lumps about the size of apples, adorned with small aureolae and pin-like nipples, erect with arousal.

And suddenly, he realised that this night had been planned in intricate detail for some time. Everything down to the clothes she wore, her hair style, the arrangement of furniture in the room. She had decided to lose her virginity, and he was the man she had selected.

Well, he had to admit, he was a lucky guy. The decision had obviously not been hasty. His anger subsided a little again.
What right did he have to resent her, after what he himself had done all these years ? And anyway, if he pleased her, he may very well get his ultimate wish fulfilled. It was a matter of swallowing his pride.
He had imagined that he himself would control events leading to this ultimate triumph Ð the capturing of a wealthy society lady prepared to keep him in luxury and comfort in exchange for his refined sexual prowess. Instead, he now found himself being manipulated utterly, with little or no ability to affect the outcome of the situation, and yet with perhaps his best ever chance of getting what he wanted.
She swayed her hips slowly, holding Jacintha's face firmly against her crotch, eyes tightly shut.
'Ohhh', she moaned softly.
Jacintha rose from her position and reverently placed her lips around Cylette's left nipple, teasing it with flicks of her tongue, while she stimulated her lover with her fingers.
'Oh Jacintha, my sweet.'
Jacintha kissed her way up with numerous small kisses to Cylette's face.

After kissing for what seemed to him like ages, he saw them whispering to one another, giggling, and glancing over at him.
Then Jacintha rose and walked over to the bed. As she came near the foot of the bed she cast off her gown. She wore a pair of white lace panties, a white lace brassiere, and white high heeled shoes. He saw now that about her neck was studded collar. As she climbed onto the bed, he saw Cylette finish her glass of wine and rise to walk over to join them.

At the foot of the bed, they embraced one another again and kissed. Then Cylette turned to face him, hands on hips. Jacintha stepped behind her, paused to kiss her shoulder lovingly, and then fell to her knees. Her hands came around to slide the gown off Cylette's hips.

And there she stood before him. In a silver lace teddy garter belt, sheer lace-top grey stockings, and silver heels. Long, silver opera gloves reaching up to mid upper arm. Between the straps of the garter belt was the most beautiful little cunt he'd ever laid eyes on. Deep brown, a perfectly trimmed small triangle.
She raised her hands to her budding breasts, cupped them, and massaged them gently. Jacintha lovingly licked her asshole from behind.

Cylette Raventree studied the prostrate form of the man on the bed before her as her female slave Jacintha tongued her rosebud.
He was nicely built all right, perfectly suitable for her first fuck. His dick was very large, but her mother had told her that once it was inside her, a big cock would feel wonderful.
Her hymen was already broken. Although she'd never fucked a man, she'd had plenty of sexual activity in her young life. So it shouldn't hurt.
She tousled Jacintha's hair one last loving time and walked around to stand next to him beside the bed. His eyes followed her. The fear had gone from them, but he was still wary.

Laughing, holding onto the bed post to steady herself, she raised her left foot and placed it in his crotch, feeling his throbbing dick under her instep. He groaned.
'Oh you silly boy, you really have got yourself into trouble haven't you ?' She shook her head at him. She felt a little sorry for him. Her mother had given her all the information about him well in advance. He was an eternal loser.
But oh, look at that body.

Her cunt tingled with anticipation. This is what she loved. The feeling of a guy under her heel, fully aware of his inferior class position, unable to touch her perfect body.
'I've got a perfect body haven't I ?', she teased him, fingering her cunt slowly while she gazed down at him. She was so wet now her juices were running down her leg.

He looked up to see her perfect slender leg, clad in its black stocking, her finger massaging her little clit.
Her stiletto heel was digging into his scrotum, causing him to tense like a board. But never had he felt so aroused. His cock screamed for release.
She took her heel off his groin, put it beside his left thigh, and then, with superb grace, holding onto the bedhead, swung her lithe body over so that she now squatted over his face, her perfect ass and pussy inches from him.
He saw Jacintha's arms warp themselves around her waist, and her fingers insert themselves in between her Mistress's swollen cunt lips. Cylette squatted with hands now resting on her thighs.

Without thinking, he was trying to raise his hips to fuck her sweet little pussy, but he couldn't budge an inch so firmly was he bound to the bed. He heard them both laughing at his predicament.
As Jacintha stimulated her clitoris, Cylette turned her face back behind her to french kiss her female lover and slave. They did this for a while, Cylette moving closer and closer to another orgasm, her slender hips now bucking wildly in unison with the manual stimulation she was receiving.

Suddenly they stopped and Cylette leaned forward to put both hands on the bedhead, lowered her pussy to just above his nose, and furiously spurted a warm stream of cunt juice all over his face, screaming with wild ecstasy as she did so, her entire body shuddering as Jacintha held her in her arms and massaged her tits.
He gasped, and, blinking, managed to regain his vision. He couldn't even swallow any of her essence with the ball gag in his mouth.

Suddenly he felt a hand encircling his cock, firmly, while a finger jammed itself into his asshole. He stiffened, and looked down to see the beautiful blonde Jacintha aiming the head of his engorged cock towards Cylette's waiting cunt.
Then he felt her silken cunt hairs against his prick. He would have ejaculated pretty much immediately had Jacintha's finger not been inserted in his ass.
'He's got a beautiful dick,' marvelled Jacintha as she slid the head against her lover's wet slit. Cylette sighed and rolled her hips over his cock teasingly.
'Mmmm, yeah. But he is a filthy commoner.'
He moaned piteously. Lords he had to have release soon or he'd pass out.
Cylette giggled. 'I've got an idea.'

Reaching forward, she pulled the ball gag out of his mouth, causing him to splutter and cough for a moment, as she eased her body forward to position her pussy over his face again. 'Now listen, my big hunky warrior' She breathed huskily. 'Her ladyship needs to relieve her bladder. Will Sir Knight be Her toilet ?'

They giggled heartily at this.
'Open up now.'
He tried to turn away, but then he felt cold steel against the base of his prick. He glanced down to see the blonde Jacintha holding a knife at the base of his manhood. He froze.

'We wouldn't have to cut him off, would we ? What I would I fuck then ?'
And so he opened up, whereupon Lady Cylette proceeded to piss directly into his mouth.
'Drink my piss, you lumbering sword-swinger.' Sighed Cylette happily.

And drink it he did. Every bitter sweet drop.