Sinners Erotic Stories

A submissive is told to put on something a bit more sporty...

Master wants his pet to know who she belongs to for life.

It all started with a kiss.

A submissive struggles with desire and emotion.

Sometimes dreams can become reality with the right mix.

A 1st meeting turns into a spicy first date.

A maid sees her neighbor at the hotel and leverages her power.

Kneeling in desire, waiting for Sir's Domination in session.

Part 2: A story about an awkward virgin and an unlucky prostitute.

A story about an awkward virgin and an unlucky prostitute.

A stranger enters the picture...

Sharing in someone exploring their sexual boundaries can be stimulating; pushing the boundaries for them even more so.

A lesson in patience.

They met in a dating app. But this wasn't what she thought it would happened.

Jake the male escort meets a couple for a cuckold roleplay.

Steve and May's adventures continue and now it's all on film!

Busted!
By, Steegee909

We were both in our mid-forties, for Christ’s sake. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!

I was led out of the public restroom with my hands cuffed behind my back, dreading the ridicule that would inevitably follow. Shit, would I become a convicted sex offender? But I’m a nice guy! No, I really am one of the good guys. Apart from my high sex drive, I’m about as far from being a pervert as it’s possible to be.

Well, that used to be the case. Before I met Jo….

“Damn, you need a woman!” said my friend Andy, seeing me watching the pretty girls walking by the park bench we were sat at, eating a burger during our lunch break. I smiled and nodded, knowing he was right. I’d been single for, Jesus, nearly a year, my last long-term relationship ending in a teary farewell when my girl had decided to take that job abroad. Sure, there’d been a few dalliances since then, but nothing like what I’d had and really wanted again.

Then came Jo. Hmmm, let me rephrase…

“Have you seen the new girl?” asked Andy, continuing our bench conversation. “I bet she’s a little demon between the sheets! You should ask her out, maybe she’s desperate too!”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence!” I replied, and stood gently on his toe. We both laughed until Andy said “No, seriously, she’s a stunner and I’ve heard she’s single. What have you got to lose?”

I stroked my chin pensively, and to wipe a little mustard from my beard. “Yeah, you’re right, I should. She’s looked over to me a few times and if you’re sure she’s single, I’ll ask her out on Friday.”

“Atta boy,” said Andy. “We can’t have your cock shrivelling up and falling off, can we? You might be old, but you’re not too old just yet!” I stood on his toe again and Andy sniggered. He loved to wind me up about my age as I was nearly ten years older than him. But there was definitely some life left in this forty-something. Now I had to prove to Andy and myself that I was equal to the challenge.

I used to get very nervous before asking a girl out, overthinking things and focusing on the likely refusal rather than the potential agreement. Once I realised that women like confident guys, I consciously flipped this attitude around and it had been a revelation. Even picking girls up in a bar, something I used to be terrible at, became a breeze. I’d had many a brief fling or one night stand from simply appearing confident when asking a woman to dance or to go out for dinner. One time I was so successful, we ended up fucking in my car that very evening, but that’s another story.

Friday came around and I made it my business to be close to Jo throughout the day. I helped her with a spreadsheet she was working on, made her coffee while she incorporated my suggestions in to her work and was generally around, being a good colleague. I knew she wouldn’t be surprised when I asked her out. Women have this sixth sense when it comes to these things and she hadn’t put up any barriers so far. Time to pounce!

“So Jo, it’s Friday and I have no plans for the weekend. I hope you haven’t either and we can go out for dinner tonight. It’s the least you can do ‘cos I’m sure you want to thank me for being an awesome friend today!”

This might sound cheesy to you, but I was confident and sincere in my approach, looking her straight in the eyes. She held my gaze and her face remained implacable. She was teasing me and I was so relieved when her face broke into a beaming smile.

“Ha, you cheeky sod!” she replied. “Go on then, I’ll bite. Shall we go straight from here or will you pick me up later?”

Bingo! And she’s keen too!

I picked her up from her place at 7.30 and our first date went very well. I dropped her home around 11.30 and made no attempt to go into her apartment. She gave me a peck on the cheek as she said “That was a lovely evening. If you like, you can come round on Sunday and I’ll cook you lunch?”

So it began…

Jo and I became an item pretty soon afterwards and I’m happy to report her sex-drive was as high as mine. Compatibility is important, don’t you think? Not only did we make love frequently, she seemed to like all the things I liked and was always keen to experiment with new things. Toys, bondage, cyber-sex when we were apart – all great fun.

Then the fateful day arrived. We had always enjoyed a bit of heavy petting in the car and one evening, we were in the local park and the urge overcame us, leading to a knee-trembling quickie behind the large oak tree. I was apprehensive as the thought of being caught terrified me. The thing is, that same thought aroused Jo beyond anything we’d done before.

Later that night, we were back in the privacy of our bedroom, lying naked beside each other on our huge bed. Jo said “Oh my God, Matt, when you fucked me up against that tree, I was really hoping we’d get caught! It was so hot, I came much quicker than usual! Didn’t you think it was hot too?”

I rolled my eyes and replied “Honestly Jo, you’re such a dirty slut. I could see how up for it you were and yes, that did make it hotter!”

Jo looked up at me frowning. “Dirty slut, eh? You’ve never complained about me being dirty before!”

I knew she was teasing me but I wanted to make sure she knew I was teasing her too.

“I’m not complaining now, either,” I replied, “But I do have a reputation to maintain, you know. If we’d been caught, my career as an all-round nice bloke would be shattered!”

Jo’s frown broke into her trademark dazzling smile. “All-round horny fucker, you mean!”

I took that as a compliment, even if it wasn’t intended.

Well, with the horny banter and Jo’s dazzling smile, my pecker was growing hard and I reached my hand down to feel that Jo was on heat too. The knee-trembler we’d had earlier had gotten us both horny and ready for more. I span myself around, kissed Jo’s belly, making her giggle, then I headed south…

Jo purred a hoarse sigh as my lips brushed against her shaven mound and my hands gripped her knees, pulling her legs apart. I explored down by an inch or so until my lips found what they were looking for - Jo’s clit. She was already wet with anticipation of a good pussy-licking. I was eager to taste her too and my cock was aching with a strong erection, and was level with Jo’s mouth. She loved sucking my cock as much as I loved eating her pussy and the 69 that followed was sensational. But today, it was a little different. Jo was giving me a foul-mouthed commentary as she sucked and stroked me.

Imagine, if you will, us lying side by side, my face buried between Jo’s legs, my tongue exploring every crevice between her legs and ass cheeks. Jo was noisily slurping on my hard cock and each time she pulled my cock out of her mouth, she stroked it firmly and recounted our earlier session in the park.

“Slurp, oh my God Matt, your cock is so hard. Mmm, I love your tongue on my clit, oh yeah, just like that! Are you gonna fuck me again like we did earlier?”

I muttered a muffled sound of agreement as Jo sucked me again. The next time she pulled my cock out, she said “I thought we were gonna get caught with your cock inside me!” More sucking and then “I saw a guy walking his dogs not far from us and I was praying he’d walk our way!” She licked the length of my shaft and tickled my balls as she said “If he’d caught us, what would have happened? Maybe he would have joined in and spanked my ass while you fucked me!” One, then the other of my testicles were sucked into Jo’s greedy mouth and I was starting to feel the urge to cum.

“Maybe he would have fucked me right after you did? I was so full of your cum, he could have slipped his cock into me so easily!”

That was it for me. I love dirty talk at the best of times and Jo knows it. With an almighty “OH FUCK!” from me, I came hard, splattering Jo’s face and neck, and covering her hands with sticky semen. As I pushed my tongue into Jo’s ass, she let out a gurgled “Arghhhh” and came too, clamping her thighs around my head a little too tightly and rocking back and forth with the power of her spasming body.

I wanted to fuck her hard and deep right then, but I needed time to recover. As we lay there, our limbs still intertwined and Jo’s face a sticky mess, we sighed and I reflected on just how much this scenario had aroused her. I have to admit, I was starting to feel the same. The thrill of being caught was already making my cock get hard again and Jo was quick to make good use of it. As I turned to lie next to her, face to face, she turned away from me and ground her ass into my groin. Making little Matt throb hard. Jo was so wet that my cock slipped into her easily and I fucked her from behind, side by side, for as long as I could. Jo bent herself forward so I could get inside her really deep and we fucked hard until the inevitable. Jo came first, breathing hard and squealing as her orgasm hit and this tipped me over the edge, making me cum inside Jo’s pussy as it contracted, milking me for all I had left. This naughty little slut had caused me to cum three times in as many hours. I suspect she had cum at least four or maybe five times too. What was that I said about compatibility?

So it continued…

The next time we were out in public was three days later. We were meeting Andy and his girlfriend Tess for a late lunch at an outside eatery overlooking a large lake on the outskirts of town. None of us were driving, so the drinks were flowing and while we were waiting for the main course to arrive, Jo took my hand and guided it down in between her legs. She had a skirt on, which had ridden up as she sat down. We were mid conversation with Andy and Tess and I wondered if they noticed me jump as Jo guided my hand lower and I could feel she had no panties on! Not only that, as my fingers curled around, I could feel she was already soaking wet down there. My cock immediately started to grow and I felt Jo’s hand rubbing it though my pants. Just then the waitress approached us, so we quickly stopped pawing at each other and concentrated on the conversation and the steaming pasta dishes that were placed in front of us.

The rest of the afternoon was full of anticipation for both of us. Andy and Tess had to go at about four to pick up their daughter and that left a very horny Jo and an equally horny me wondering how we could continue our naughtiness. I’d noticed earlier that there was a large disabled toilet cubicle in between the male and female rest rooms. After settling the bill, I asked if Jo needed to use the facilities before we left. She nodded and wandered off towards the rest rooms. I followed at a discreet distance then caught her up just before she reached the door to the Ladies. The disabled cubicle was vacant so I caught Jo’s arm and in a loud whisper, said “Jo, in here with me!” and pulled her into the cubicle with me. I didn’t have time to lock the door behind me before Jo was grabbing at my crotch!

She reached up to kiss me on the lips, unzipped me as she did so and said “Fuck me now!” She had pulled my cock free from my trousers so I span her around, lifted her skirt and plunged into her with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer cracking a peanut. It was so incredibly horny that Jo couldn’t stop moaning loudly. I reached around and covered her mouth with one hand as I fucked her hard and fast. This made her moan even more and she bent right forward, hands against the wall, and pushed her ass back into me with each thrust. We love our quickies almost as much as our long, tender lovemaking sessions. They can be so horny and always leave us wanting more.

This time, however, all didn’t go to plan….

The sight and sound of Jo being fucked from behind would drive any man crazy and I’m no different. The feeling of her pushing back with each thrust, her fucking me as much as me fucking her, meant I wasn’t going to last long. It was the same for Jo. I could feel her rising to her crescendo as well and at the exact moment I remembered I hadn’t locked the door, Jo squealed, the door swung open, I pulled back, looked to see who had interrupted us and unleashed a huge torrent of cum. Spurt after spurt shot out of me and I cursed “Oh Shit!” Jo had turned to look and started to giggle as I came and the face that had interrupted us was not amused. He quickly closed the door but I knew he was still outside.

Giggling like a couple of naughty children, Jo and I quickly straightened ourselves out and cleaned up where we could. The door opened a few inches then fully opened when our intruder revealed himself. My heart sank and Jo muttered “Oh fuck” under her breath as we realised he was a policeman.

“What the fuck, guys? Come on, this is a public restroom!” Jo and I studied our shoes, our faces bright red, the shame starting to engulf us.

The worst part was yet to come.

“OK, I would expect a couple of kids to behave like this,” continued the officer, “but you guys? Really? Have I stumbled across an affair? You really ought to be more discreet. I’m gonna have to take you both in. Christ, you didn’t even lock the damn door!”

We protested, of course. “No, no, we’re a couple, honest. We just got the urge, and you know…”

I must have sounded pathetic!

I volunteered my ID and gave our names and tried my best to ingratiate myself. Jo just looked sheepish and said nothing. Damn, it was her fault, the horny little slut, and now I was going to be…

This is where we came in, so to speak.

The policeman cuffed me and led us outside. Fortunately, his car was parked close so we weren’t paraded through the restaurant like a couple of pervy criminals. He bundled us into the back of his car and as he jumped into the front seat, he muttered “I only stopped for a bloody sandwich and to take a leak. I heard the commotion in the disabled toilet and knew somebody was up to something. I wasn’t expecting to find two mature adults fucking like teenagers and you, you asshole,” pointing to me, ”you nearly sprayed me with cum!”

Shit, I didn’t mean to laugh but Jo sniggered and I couldn’t help it. Talk about a ruined orgasm! The policemen wasn’t even that hot! Fortunately, he had a sense of humour. With Jo sniggering and me laughing out loud, the officer guffawed loudly too. We all laughed long and hard and when we finally calmed down, I held my wrists up towards him and while shaking his head, the officer released me from the cuffs and said “Sheesh, I oughta lock you two up. But it’s Saturday and now I have a great story to tell the lads back at the station.” Jo and I looked at each other and the policeman said “Go on, I’m giving you a break. Get your horny asses out of my car and don’t let me catch you again. Go! Now!”

With a sigh of relief and a “Thanks, man!” from me, Jo and I shot out of the police car and practically ran all the way home, still giggling. We got to my house, went in and locked the door behind us. I looked at Jo and she looked at me and we burst out laughing again.

And so it ended….

We made a pact that afternoon. No more public fucking.

 

At least, not if there is likely to be a policeman around...

Double Cream and Blue Tits
By, Danille69

For the last few months before I left school, I had a part-time job with my uncle, Roger. Roger by nature I used to call him, not to his face obviously. He was my uncle on my father's side, and he was a right character. If ever you wanted anything, then uncle Roger would somehow manage to get hold of it. I wouldn’t consider him as a criminal, more of a loveable rogue. Come Christmas we never had to buy a tree because my uncle would always suddenly appear with one, along with the biggest turkey you have ever seen, saying, with a cheesy grin on his face, “they just fell off the back of a lorry.”

Uncle Roger used to have a milk round. Back when milk was delivered to your doorstep in glass bottles at stupid o'clock in the morning. And when the Blue tits would peck holes in the foil bottle caps to get their beaks into the layer of cream at the top of the bottles. Three mornings a week I would have to drag myself from my warm bed at four-thirty in the morning, my blurry eyes stinging. At five o’clock we would arrive at the diary to collect our milk order.

Aside from the money, there was another good reason for getting up so early. The lovely Tess worked in the diary. She was a bit older than me and had finished her education. If I hadn’t been working for my uncle then I probably would never have met her, as she had gone to an all girl’s school, in the neighbouring town. By her looks alone I felt she was well out of my league. Tess had long dark hair, tied in a ponytail and her brown eyes left me spellbound. To top it all, she had the most amazing arse that wiggled delightfully as she walked. I would always make sure I was behind her when she sometimes helped us load the crates onto the milk-float.

I spent many happy moments with Tess, in the shower. In my dreams of course, while I was gently washing my cock. I imagined feeling her camel toe through her tight trousers. Her naked tits as she took off her bra. Me, lathering her naked body with my soapy hands. I imagined slipping my fingers into her sweet pussy hole and sliding them in and out. Me standing behind her, my hard-on wedged between the cheeks of her arse with hot water cascading over us and while I wrapped my arms around her. Tess would ride my fingers, bucking her hips back and forth, until she jolted with orgasm. At this point, I had generally shot my load, all over the tiles and watched as my sticky cream slide down the wall. Next time, I will fuck her, before I cum.  

Enough of that… Laden with crates of milk, we trundled off down the road in our three-wheeled electric milk-float with the sound of glass bottles clanking together.

Uncle Roger was a well-built chap. He also had an infectious laugh and the swagger that women loved. One of my duties was to enter each customer’s order into his pocketbook, to make it easier for him, come collection day. I soon noticed that one or two customers had different collection days to the rest. Nothing strange with that I hear you say. But these customers also received a free bottle of double cream after each visit and I was always told to wait in on the milk-float while he collected his dues. When I asked my uncle why these customers got free milk, he just laughed.

“I have to look after my regulars, Lad,” he winked.

The following morning was one of those special collection days. When Uncle Roger went to the door, I followed him. Like a deranged stalker, I lurked in the shadows. I heard the knock on the front door and shortly after a woman’s voice greeting my uncle by his first name. The door clanked shut and all fell silent. I peered through the hedge and there was no sign of him. He must have gone inside. A second or two later I saw an upstairs light turn on behind drawn curtains. A few seconds more and the light turned off. I waited and I waited. I went back to the milk-float. At length he returned, whistling as he walked.

“Double cream?” I quizzed.

“Double cream, Lad” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.

The following week was the half-term break. For the whole week, I would go to work with uncle Roger, I also got to see Tess every day, and her cute arse, even if it was only for a short while. And even if she barely even noticed me, I felt side-lined, as every other milkman collecting their order flirted with her, attracted to her like moths to a porch light.

There were three special collection days on the round that week. That meant I also had a busy week stalking my uncle watching him deliver his gold top to the ladies. Mrs Woolard was quite tall and had long fiery red hair. She had been widowed, about a year ago and lived by herself in a big house just outside of the village. When uncle Roger knocked at her door I was already peeping through a gap in the fence. “Mrs Woolard,” I uttered to myself, as she opened the front door and greeted my uncle wearing just her flimsy see-through nighty. She must have been in her forties, but she still had a lovely figure and boy did she have a pair of tits. Despite me being several feet away I could clearly see her saucer-shaped nipples grinning through that nightie. I was gutted when my uncle went inside and closed the door behind him, I hardly got to see her pussy properly, bulging through those skimpy knickers. I waited, jealously, for the upstairs light to come on. When it stayed dark, I thought, maybe her bedroom was at the back of the house, so I went to investigate.

I was pleasantly surprised to see, as I crept around the corner, that they were in the kitchen. The light was on and the curtains were partway open. Mrs Woolard had a round kitchen table, and there she was, bent over it, resting on her elbows. Her nighty had come adrift and her huge tits, splayed onto the table. It was a moment to savour as Uncle Roger lifted the hem of Mrs Woolard's nightdress while she leant over the edge of the table. With both hands he pulled down her lacey knickers, fully exposing her enormous, pale white, arse. He continued pulling those panties until they were at her feet and she had stepped out. The filthy bastard even pressed them to his face before he put them in his uniform, coat pocket. I could tell he was in a rush to sink his cock into Mrs Woolard's fanny as he frantically fumbled to unfasten his trousers with one hand, while with the other, he stroked her warm, soft flesh. I couldn't really miss his huge erect cock as it stuck out proudly, after dropping his trousers and pants.

Without warning, he slapped Mrs Woolard square across the arse. Fuck, I thought, feeling a little stunned. I watched her jerk forward sending a ripple right through to her tits as they quivered like jelly. He did it again, repeatedly. I saw the expression on Mrs Woolard’s faces, it was a mix of pain and ecstasy. She was enjoying every second. The suspense, the shock and then the sting. I couldn’t hear her moaning, but her delight I could read by her mouth and her eyes. Through my own eyes, my cock had also read her pleasure, and now it began to stir. I so wished I was the one standing there with my pants down, erect with anticipation. I imagined the feeling of her pussy lips kissing the head of my dick and then her pussy consuming my whole erection.

Uncle Roger was acting my thoughts. I watched as he grasped his cock and pulled back his foreskin exposing his knob, it was surely wet from arousal. He nudged the tipped between the crack of her arse and slid it down, towards her honey pot. But Mrs Woolard was not yet ready for my uncle to plunge his fat cock into her. Instead, she stood up, turned around and presented her pussy by perching her arse on the edge of the table and splaying her legs. She then lent backwards, resting her hands on the table behind her. I saw now the glory of her womanly secret. The tight curls of her neatly trimmed pussy that matched the vibrant colour of her hair. Without prompting uncle Roger knelt between her legs and sunk his head into her mound. Within moments Mrs Woolard arched her hips forward and I watched as she bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. I imagined my uncle licking up and down and inside her pussy lips. Her bucking must surely be confirmation that he had found her sweet spot. She removed the milk-mans cap, he was still wearing and placed it on her own head. She clasped her hands around the back of his neck and quite roughly she pushed and pulled his face into her aching pussy. I read her lips as she said “faster, faster.” Mrs Woolard was about to cum. She became incensed as orgasm gripped her. She spread her legs wider and gripped my uncles head, hard. As every limb of her body stiffened, I imagined my uncle's whole mouth covering her pussy, his hot tongue plunging as deep as it would go into her love hole.

My uncle Roger finally had his way with Mrs Woolard. She released her grip and pulled him up by his ears. She then laid back on the table and I saw the juices of her orgasm wetting her pussy. She was ready for his fat cock and my uncle Roger could be true to his name. He positioned the raw head of his cock between her lips and with the combined juices of his pre-cum and her orgasm he inched his way into her secret place. I saw the pleasure on both their faces and imagined her love hole gently flexing as she swallowed him whole.

I thought it was the right moment to leave them to their table antics. The thought of watching my uncle shoot his load would certainly have left me with lifelong scars.

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Samantha
By, The Floggmaster

I am outside lying face down on a lawn chair. I am almost naked: no bra, only a thong bikini bottom which doesn’t cover my ass at all. My hands are stretched out in front of me. A small towel covers my head and shields my eyes from the glaring sun.

I can feel the breeze blowing across me, nice and cool. In the distance I can hear the surf. I am exposed out here. There are no walls, only a line short shrubbery to keep strangers from seeing me. But my eyes are covered. I can see no one.

I hear a splash in the pool behind me and I know it is my husband, Mark. He is underwater a long time. Everything is quiet. Then I hear him climbing out. He approaches me. He is so silent I can hear the water dripping off his body. He stands near me but does not speak. I do not move.

A single cold drop of water lands on my back and trickles toward my bottom. Another drop lands on my left cheek. It does not roll off. One lands on the right, and it rolls off to the right. A second drop lands there and this one rolls inward, into my crack. It tickles as it runs toward my crotch. Though it is difficult, I do not move.

A soft hand touches my bottom and begins to caress it. Soft, loving squeezes and gentle pats. Then there are two hands, both wet. They pull my cheeks apart and squeeze them together. They plump my buttocks and then push them back down. The hands even grip me and slap my rump a few times. Though it is difficult, I do not move.

Then the hands begin to play with my thong. First they pull it tighter into me, tugging it so it rubs against my sex. I am wet down there and I can feel that the thong is wet. You are pulling it away from me, then back against me, and rubbing it along the insides of my thighs. Slowly you begin to roll the thong down across my bottom. I feel air against my pussy as it is exposed.

Though it is difficult, I do not move.

Working very deliberately you take down my bikini. My bottom and my sex are free and I want to wiggle but I do not. I lie very still. You pull my bathing suit down to my ankles. Carefully you lift up each leg and slip it off. Now I am completely naked. It is daylight. I know there are people walking along the beach a short distance away. The Mingals, our neighbors to the south, are barbequing today. Occasionally I hear voices from their deck.

My husband takes the bikini bottoms and wets them in the pool. He drips the cool water across my back and bottom. He goes back for more water and does this again. I want desperately to wiggle but I do not. Then he slaps my behind with the wet thong. It stings a little and it surprises me. I am no longer the least bit drowsy. He lashes my butt with the thong a few more times, coming at me from the left and then the right and then the left again, back and forth, back and forth. I lie very still.

The thong isn’t very wet any more so my husband goes and wets it again.Now the lashes hurt a little, the wet cloth making little smacking noises. I am worried the Mingals will hear. I cringe and I can feel my face blushing. It is difficult, but I do not move.

Now Mark spreads my legs wider. I do not resist. I just lie there, but inside I am churning. I can feel my sex dripping with juices and I am so hungry for Mark’s cock I just want to scream. But I do not. I lie quietly and wait. I hear the rustling of cloth and a slap as something wet and heavy lands near me. I realize it is my husband’s swimming trunks. He has taken them off and tossed them. His hands are rubbing my legs now, coming closer and closer to my starving crotch. I want to wiggle, to thrust my bottom higher and advertise my availability to him, but I do not. I lie quietly.

I feel something soft and moist touch my thigh. It is thick and heavy and covered with a slickness. It is the tip of Mark’s cock. He is straddling my chair and touching the back of my legs. Now he touches the other leg, and then he wipes off the moisture on my bottom. I am aroused now, feverishly aroused. I want to cry. It is so close, and I feel taunted. But I know the rules. I do not move even the slightest bit.

I hear sounds from above and behind me. I feel my husband’s body close to me, but he does not touch me. I hear movement and I realize he is touching him. His cock brushes against my bottom again and it is all wet with pre-come. Again he takes it away and I hear him panting. Then he wipes it off on the other cheek. Again and again he does this until my bottom glistens with his juices.

My own juices are flooding out between my spread legs. Then I feel him place the rolled up thong there, right in my crotch, to soak up my moisture. I know what he is going to do and It drives me crazy, but I do not move. Sure enough, he squeezes the thong above me, dripping my juice onto my bottom and thighs. I feel like I am covered with moisture now. I can smell the scents of our respective sexes and it makes me horny.

Finally I feel something large pushing at my secret door. Grunting, he shoves all the way it. He is huge and it feels so good, so satisfying, I want to scream. He lies on top of me then, my body impaled my him. I love feeling his weight pressing me down. It makes me feel so helpless.

I do not move
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With tremendous force he lifts himself up and begins to thrust into me. I am helpless. I let him fuck me until his cock explodes inside me and then he collapses across my back. I do not move. He is still inside me, though it is not so filling now. I am nowhere near satisfied but I do not complain. This is his turn, mine will come.

Finally he lifts himself from me and we both get up and go into the pool. We wash each other off and splash and swim and kiss. It is nice. But I cannot wait for us to go inside. I drag him towards the door. He comes slowly, pretending reluctance. But I know he wants me. This time it’s my turn to tease.

She’d given him the spare key which unlocked the front door to her house weeks ago. There were evenings she’d stay up, ears hearing and pulse responding to sounds both real and imaginary.This time, there would be no discussion. No giggles or hugs or questions about what she felt like doing or if anything was bothering her physically. After a year of tying together, they could read each other well enough to communicate without words if necessary.She stopped at the market on the way home. The sun was going down earlier after the time change, and when she walked in to her house from the garage door, she had to use her cell phone to light the way to the closest light switch.She didn’t make it to the closest light switch.He pinned her to the wall, hand over her mouth and pressed his forehead up against hers until she realized what was happening. Until she realized she was safe. Until she realized the scene had begun.The tension in her body melted away slowly as she regained control of her breath. He removed his hand from her mouth and reached over to turn on the dimmed light of the chandelier. He pushed a lock of her hair back behind her ear. She knew what was coming and braced herself for it.I like the way you kiss my face with the palm of your hand, she’d written to him back in the early days of their partnership. Since then, he’d always incorporated face slapping into their scenes.He spun her around and pushed her against the wall, bringing her arms back and swiftly wrapping the rope around her wrists. She didn’t struggle. She never struggled.His breath was hot against her neck as the rope became an extension of his arms and wrapped around her once, twice – tightly – then cinched and pulled taut.For the next ten minutes, he weaved the intricate pattern of pain upon her skin until she cried out and with large eyes wordlessly pled for permission.He usually granted it.Not this time.The denial sent her deeper.The emotions began to build and she felt her body start to tremble, heard the cacophony in her head of need and lust and desire and submission bubbling over.He usually told her to take a deep breath when this happened.Not this time.This time he let it overwhelm her. He pulled her hair back and with her face toward the ceiling, her tears began to flow freely down the sides of her cheek. He took a length of rope and wrapped it around her eyes and mouth. She was blinded, gagged.She’d released the emotion, but he’d not yet granted her other release. He pressed his body against hers. Her hands behind her back found their way beneath his shirt on to the cool skin of his belly.And then he pulled the thread across her naked throat. He held it taut and watched the rise and fall of her chest in its harness until he knew, without her words, without her eyes – just with the feel of her body in his fibrous embrace.He leaned into her ear and whispered: Now.

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Spanking Fantasy
By, Flogmaster

There are six of us and a dozen of them. They are all around 21, naive, innocent, staring at the ground, up into the night sky; anything but look directly at us. They are beautiful, wide-eyed and nervous, their slim bodies obvious in their tight jeans and T-shirts. One of the girls licks her lips as she watches me.

With a grin at the guys I open the trunk and pull out six wooden paddles, large and heavy. The eyes of the girls grow to saucer-size and they look at each other with apprehension as I pass the paddles to my pals.

“Off with the shirts, girls,” I say calmly as my men line up beside me, each of us holding our paddle upright in front of us like a deadly sword.

The nudity does not really bother them–it’s what the nudity portends that makes them nervous. One by one each slips off their top and soon the twelve girls are standing hands on their hips, naked from the waist up. Twenty-four perfectly pert breasts exposed before me, trembling lightly against the night chill, the nipples sharp and erect. Six guys holding paddles attempt to discretely adjust their too-tight jeans.

Then it begins. Slowly at first, and then with panicked speed, the girls begin to run across the wet grass, their bare feet slipping and sliding awkwardly. The men close in. I focus on a petite blonde with a terrific round ass and I rush at her, catching her butt with a loud wallop from my paddle. She squeals loudly but her cries are immediately drowned out by the thunderous blows of paddles throughout the park.

Suddenly it is sweet chaos. Half-naked girls are running everywhere, guys with huge paddles smacking bottoms right and left. The girls are wearing thick Levis so there isn’t much pain, really, but every blow stings and there’s a humiliating rudeness at getting your butt spanked.

Then I called out “Halt!” and everyone freezes. The tall blonde with frizzled hair and huge bobbing breasts I’d been chasing tries to stop but takes a step, and then a smaller one. She stops, her face slowly raising to mine, her eyes frightened. I grin and nod and all hope flees from her face. She is doomed and knows it.

“Grab your ankles.”

She obeys immediately, bending over and keeping her legs straight in the process. Without much preamble I wallop her ass hard with the paddle, again and again, steadily and without pausing. She whimpers and moans occasionally, the air hissing through her clenched teeth a couple times as the paddle finally penetrates her thick jeans.

“Seven… eight… nine… _ten_!” screams the crowd as I spank the blonde, the girls in high-pitched voices filled with alarm, the guys with laughter and lust.

It is done and the chase continues until one of the guys calls a halt and selects a victim for punishment. He selects a short girl with dark-hair and a plump ass that has eluded my paddle all night. He spanks her hard, though, and she’s yelping by the third blow. I enjoy it immensely, watching her squirm and struggle to stay in position, legs straight and hands gripping her ankles.

Again and again this happens until each guy has called a freeze once. Then I order everyone to regroup back at the car. The paddles are put away and I pass out narrow riding crops. “Off with the jeans, girls.”

There are groans and cries of dismay at this order, but everyone obeys. Twelve girls in skimpy panties stand before us. I wave and the game begins again, and this time the strokes are felt. The running now is real, the terror no longer feigned, the cries earnest.

Again we each call a pause and select a pretty girl to taste individual discipline while everyone else counts out loud. The girl selected inevitably is in tears by the time the lashing is over, her pale bottom glowing with red lines visible through her thin panties.

When each of us has punished our slut and we are panting with exertion from the awkwardness of running with our cocks so stiff in our pants, I call the final time out and collect the girls’ underwear.

Totally naked they stand shivering in the cool breeze. They aren’t really cold but frightened, and they have good reason. For now I put away the riding crops and pass out thick strips of leather. One woman begins to cry just seeing the instruments of torture.

We do not waste much time but immediately begin our chase, catching a few of the girls off-guard, their yelps at the stinging slaps of the leather warning the others to run for their lives. The women run frantically, but they cannot escape. There is no where to go; the park is too small.

One woman slips on the grass and slides a yard or two on her chest. A belt lashes her bottom half-a-dozen times before she manages to get back on her feet.

The stillness of the night is broken by cries of pain and the terrible lashing of leather against flesh. It is exhilarating, forbidden, dangerous. I am ecstatic.

Then the women begin their attack. They come at us in pairs, one girl sacrificing her bottom to the lash while the other takes care of removing our pants. When our cocks are free the girls switch roles, the whipped girl eagerly swallowing the cock whole while the other offers her bottom for punishment.

It is too much for me. A warm wet tongue glides over my shaft and hot lips grip it tightly. In front of me kneels a gorgeous youngster with wide hips and well-reddened ass. Her cheeks are scarlet with welts and her bare thighs are also striped. Her spread legs hide nothing from me and I can see her slit dripping with juices as she wiggles her hind end at me, eager for me to finish what I’ve started.

With a groan I pull myself away from the girl mouthing me, my hands rudely squeezing her naked breasts as I push her aside. Without a pause I thrust myself between the legs of the kneeling girl, enjoying the hot feel of her ass against my belly.

She weeps at my punishment, my heavy strokes thrusting through her as though I mean to tear her in two. My manhood bursts as I climax and from then on the night is a hazy dream, a fog of pleasant memories and astonishing daring and resourcefulness.

The women are monsters who will not let me rest but make me ride them again and again and yet again, never satisfied.

I am exhausted when it is over. All of us are exhausted. The park is littered with the sprawled bodies of naked men and women, the orgy of orgasmic bliss accomplished.

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Politically Incorrect
By, SF Master

The class had ended an hour before, and I’d made a complete fool of myself. First off, I’d come into my psychology class a half hour late, looking like something out of a thrift shop. Then, I’d sounded like a shrill windbag arguing with my instructor on her theme of “Dominance in Everyday Life.” So the instructor called me into her office for a discussion.

“Well Helen,” she began, “I don’t know why you caused me so much trouble today,” said Dr. Terrel. The woman was still attractive and slim well into her forties.

“It’s just your ideas. Now really!” I said.

“What’s wrong? Wasn’t your father boss around the house? Didn’t you respect your teachers? Or ever work part time in your life? The sad fact is that some people are above others. There is no such thing as absolute equality,” she concluded.

“Politically incorrect,” I mumbled back, half asleep.

“What’s wrong?” asked Dr. Terrel, “Haven’t you been getting any sleep lately?” she asked.

“It’s my roommate, Cheryl. She just wants to keep playing her stereo all night long. I can’t sleep or get any work done.”

“Well then. Helen, you’re quite a smart girl. But you have to decide on some sort of discipline when you live with someone. Now then, what if I gave you some reading material on the subject…….”

Silently, I groaned to myself. Whenever Dr. Terrel gave out some reading, you knew that you were in for something lengthy that night.

Returning from the Psych Departments storeroom, she was carrying a moderate sized suitcase.Dr. Terrel handed it to me, and I was able to hold it with one hand.

“Light,” I said, “Doesn’t really feel like there’s a lot of books in there.”

“Just follow the instruction. See if the concept agrees with you,” instructed Dr. Terrel.

“I don’t think so,” I observed, “About one person being boss.”

“It just has to fit you like a glove,” Dr. Terrel answered, “Now go hone and play around. I’m sure that when you get home you know just what to do.”

Home was several miles away off campus. Cheryl and I lived together in a shared apartment. Trouble was, she was a real mess. Outside of us sleeping together, I just can’t imagine what possibly attracted me to live with her.

When I arrived, Cheryl was out. Just as well. Her clothes were all over the furniture, papers scattered all over the floor, and the sink was full of dishes. It took me an hour just to get the place looking halfway decent again.

It was only in the shower that I remembered Dr. Terrel’s mysterious suitcase. I caressed my naked, soapy, wet body, enjoying the sensation of the hot water stinging my skin. My hands crept slowly over my breasts, and I moved them down to my moist sex, where I aroused myself to sexual excitement.

After my shower, I looked myself over in the full-length mirror. I covered myself with a robe, and my curiosity about the suitcase finally got the better of me. I placed it on the bed, and clicked the locks open.

“What the!” I said aloud to myself.

Inside was some sort of adult magazine! Looking through it, I found color pictures of women wearing various vinyl, leather, and rubber outfits.

At the last page was a note:

“Helen, try these on for size. You’ll know what to do, Dr. Terrel.”

Unfolding what the magazine had been resting on was a shock. Inside were a pair of long black leather gloves, a leather bra and skirt, and long leather boots the like of which I’d never seen before. I whistled at the thought of just how much this cost.

“Why not?” I said to myself.

Stripping off my flannel robe, I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, nude. I then put on the leather bra, finding that it fir tighter than anything that I’d ever worn before. Next came the leather skirt, and the long, high-heeled boots. They zipped up easily, though I had a tough time walking around in them at first. Finally, I pulled on the last of the garments, a pair of high
leather gloves that reached almost to my shoulders.

I stood in front of a mirror and admired myself. Never before had I seen anything like this, except for the time that I picketed an adult bookstore and went inside to see just what they were selling. I had glanced quickly at a magazine and hurried out again, startling the customers and myself in the process.

The leather was well made, and reflected the light, having been expertly shined. Its tightness accentuated every curve of my naked body underneath. I felt thrilled and sexy at the same time. I enjoyed the smell and feel of the leather on my nakedness.

“Helen, are you home?” I heard my roommate Cheryl call.

“In the bedroom,” I answered.

I had been so entranced by the leather that I didn’t hear her come in.

When Cheryl came in, she was clearly startled by my outfit. She stood in the doorway, shocked and speechless.

Cheryl was 21, my age. We were both seniors, and had met at a political demonstration against inherent sexism in works of English Literature. We found that we both liked and were attracted to each other.

“What the hell?”

“All right, Cheryl. Now come over here. I thought that you were going to clean up the apartment. Instead, I find it a real mess. Why?”

“I had to send out some leaflets on Economic Unfairness.”

“You said that you’d clean the apartment,” I firmly stated.

“Well, I……”

“Probably out screwing again, I’ll bet. You know, Dr. Terrel is right. Maybe one person in a relationship does have to be in charge,” I said, “now then, take off all your clothes,” I ordered.

“What?” asked Cheryl.

“Strip, I told you,!” I placed some real power in my voice.

Cheryl had always been good when she’d been ordered to do something. Silently, and with a forlorn look in her eyes, she removed every last piece of her clothes. Soon, she stood naked in front of me. I loved every inch of her, from the brown hair on her head to her dainty little feet.

“Cheryl, from now on things are going to change around here, do you understand? Someone has to be in charge, and as you’ve shown yourself clearly incapable of taking care of our apartment. I’m going to be in charge. Now then, I want you to kiss my boots.”

“What!” Cheryl cried.

“I said, kiss my boots!” I repeated.

Naked, Cheryl was torn over what to do next. By having Cheryl undress, I knew that I had removed her main line of defense. Society placed great emphasis on clothing a woman, but naked, they were vulnerable.

“Yes, Helen,” she answered.

Meekly, Cheryl got onto the floor and rested her knees in front of me. I held my long leather booted leg out to her, and she took the heel in her hands. Cheryl opened her mouth, and began to plant small kisses on the leather.

“Lick my boots,” I ordered.

I knew that I was replaying a scene from a porno movie that I’d watched one day before feeling how degenerate it might be.

Except that I was having a good time! Not only did I enjoy wearing the leather outfit, which clung to every curve of my body, I also enjoyed having my naked roommate licking my boots! Perhaps I had been too hasty in denouncing pornography! Maybe I should have listened more closely in class when Dr. Terrel was discussing fetishes!

“Do you lie this, Cheryl? I asked.

“Yes, Helen.”

“Call me,” I paused, searching for the word from class, “Mistress.”

That was it! Suddenly, I remembered. They were called Mistresses, and Dominants. Wearing an outfit like this, I was a Mistress!

“Lick my boots with your tongue like your life depended on it,” I ordered.

“Yes, Helen,” cried Cheryl.

Feeling somewhat dissatisfied, I placed my gloved fingers under Cheryl’s chin and raised her face to look at mine.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” I told her, “And there’s only one punishment for a bad girl. Spanking. So get on my lap,” I ordered.

Much to my surprise, Cheryl did so. Her lovely bottom was sticking up into the air as she rested on the very top of my leather-clad knees.

I had never spanked anyone before, and the feelings that coursed through me gave me the shakes!

I raised my right hand in the air, and brought it firmly down on Cheryl’s backside. I loved the way her bottom vibrated from the impact, and my gloved hand left a lovely mark behind.

“Owwww!” cried Cheryl.

“There now,” I said, “Didn’t that feel good. I’ll bet that nobody has spanked you for a long time.”

I brought my hand down a second, and then a third time. Each time, I enjoyed the feeling of power whenever my gloved hand impacted on her bare bottom.

“No, Helen, no!” begged Cheryl.

“I think that you’re enjoying this as much as I am, dear,” I tenderly told my companion.

With my right hand, I reached between Cheryl’s legs and penetrated her sex with my leather-clad fingers. I found her sex wet with excitement and desire.

“For such a bad little girl, you seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Helen, please take the leather off and stop spanking me. I much preferred the way that things were before. Please?” whined Cheryl.

“Cheryl, I can be nice as well as nasty.”

I pushed Cheryl off my leather-clad legs onto the floor, and opened the leather skirt. I hadn’t realized just how excited I was until I saw that my body was covered in sweat.

“Eat me,” I ordered Cheryl.

“Yes, Helen.”

“What was that?” I questioned.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s better,” I said.

Cheryl and I had been lovers for a long time, so it wasn’t anything new for me to feel her tongue entering my pussy. I grabbed her hair, and slowly pushed Cheryl deeper and deeper into my waiting pussy. Her tongue reached inward, entering me, and exciting me to a new and more powerful level of orgasm than I’d ever felt before.

I felt the leather covering my breasts, and found that my nipples underneath were rigid and hard! I unhooked the leather bra and skirt, and was soon only wearing the gloves and boots.

“Oooooh! I cried when Connie had excited me to orgasm.

I squirmed under the attentions of my roommate as she continued to sexually arouse me to new levels of passion and excitement. I’d never have imagined that a little leather and spanking could make such a difference!

“My nipples,” I said, “Suck them!”

Cheryl was clearly excited as well, for she soon changed her attentions from my wet, hot sex to my erect nipples. Her tongue traced around the outline of my left nipple. Gradually, she worked her way inwards, finally fastening her lips and then her teeth around my erect and hard nipple!

“Suck me,” I ordered.

“Mmmmph,” moaned Cheryl with my nipple in her mouth.

Excited by the spanking and oral sex, Cheryl attended my breast with a passion that I’d never seen in her before. She sucked and teased at my nipple, while one of her hands reached down and then massaged and kneaded my climax-swollen pussy.

“Oooooh!” I moaned with pleasure.

I took Cheryl in my arms and held her close to me. She seemed chastened and different after I’d spanked and made her serve me sexually. I kissed her on the mouth and she eagerly returned my attentions with passion.

We made endless love during the rest of the night. Cheryl was a person transformed, and so was I.

Standing over Cheryl later, all I wore were the gloves and boots. But I did want to dress again in the leather bra and skirt, since I felt so good in them.

“Cheryl, are you going to change?,” I asked.

“Yes, Helen.”

I cleared my throat, indicating my displeasure with Cheryl.

“Yes, Mistress Helen. I’ll do less politics and more housework around here. And I won’t interfere in your studies ever again.”

“Good, Cheryl.”

“Are you going to wear that outfit again,?” meekly asked Cheryl.

“Perhaps,” I answered.

I picked up the picture book that had accompanied the leather garments, and looked through it again. The sight of so many women wearing strange and unusual things made of leather excited and fascinated me.

The next day, I returned the suitcase to Dr. Terrel.

“Well, that was fast,” she said, “Did you find out what you needed?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to drop all that politically correct crap now and realize your true place in society?”

“Yes, Doctor. How did you know I’d be….?”

“Attracted to leather. Those people who denounce something so heavily are usually the ones most fascinated by it. Like dieters to food. Are you going to buy anything?” she asked.

“Those leather things are expensive, they will have to wait. But some of those vinyl outfits, like that catsuit, looked more affordable.”

“I’m sure that you’ll look nice in them.”

“What’s the lecture today?” I asked.

“Dominance in Sexual Relationships. In the past, I was afraid that you’d give me a hard time.”

“No more, Dr. Terrel,” I told her, “From now on, I’m politically incorrect all the way.”

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