Isis
My heart nearly stopped, I can sense him standing in front of me, assessing and devouring my body with his eyes. I shift nervously and try to see through the blindfold but not even a glimmer of light is able to penetrate through it. My hand unconsciously moves towards the blindfold. "Leave it." I freeze, his voice so masculine and deep pierces the silence and a gasp involuntarily escapes from my lips. Suddenly I feel afraid, kneeling here, naked, legs spread wide, blindfolded in front of a total stranger, I am assailed with doubts and misgivings. What if he's not alone? What if there are one, two, half a dozen other men with him, standing there, watching me, waiting to violate me, rape and use me in any fashion they deem fit. A shiver runs down my spine and I strain to hear for any sound that will alert me to other people present. All my senses are on full alert and despite my growing uneasiness my body betrays me yet again. My nipples harden and my so treacherous cunt twitches as my clit hardens. All this I know he has noticed, I feel him move around to the left, I wonder if he likes what he sees, a nicely rounded pair of buttocks, perky breasts, not too big, not too small, a shock of short nearly black hair, full lips and a shaved bush in the centre of it all. Do I please him? Is he standing there, his cock growing hard inside his trousers, or is he totally unmoved by me? I am almost certain now that he is alone, I can hear only his breathing and the soft hum of the air conditioning unit. A waft of after-shave assails my nostrils, I've smelt it somewhere before, memories forgotten, prick my subconscious and I struggle to place them but they evade me. A rustle distracts me, he must be taking off his jacket or something. A garment brushes me on my left buttock and I lift my head. Hands grab my hair, jerking my head back, I can feel his breath on my neck, his hands are on my breasts, my stomach, my legs, my arse. They feel strange, cold and stiff and suddenly I realise he is wearing gloves, they feel rough against my skin but strangely not in an uncomfortable way. His lips are against my left ear, he's talking to me I realise. "Play with yourself. I want you to touch yourself all over your body. I want you to put your fingers in your cunt and masturbate yourself until you are on the brink of orgasm. But you must not come. If you refuse to do this or disobey any of my instructions then you will be punished and the penalty will be swift and severe. Is that clear? Nod your head if you understand Bitch." Slowly I nod my head. I feel apprehensive but strangely exhilarated, as if having someone take control over my body is what I want and deserve. I am meant to be submissive and subservient, I need to be told what to do, to have no control. My cunt is so wet now, I can feel the juices trickling down my thighs, like a shiny trail a snail leaves behind him. "Do it," he says, his voice interrupting my thoughts, bringing me back to the present moment. I start to caress my breasts, lightly brushing my fingertips across both tips, then I sit back on my legs in that double-jointed way that only women can, and which evades most men. I spread my knees wide so he can glimpse between my thighs, the moist pink flesh I know he wants. I lose myself in the sensation of totally giving myself pleasure and knowing he is watching gives me a sense of power and total control. My fingers find my opening, so wet and slippery and ready for penetration. One, two, three fingers, I slip so easily into the musky depths. I push them all the way up, right to the joints, God, it feels so good, my cunt contracts and quivers. I remove my fingers and lick off all the juices. I taste of musk and feminine hormones, slightly salty and tart. I sense that this is turning him on, I don't know why but I know he is stroking himself while I masturbate myself to a state of oblivion. This excites me to a frenzy and I increase my thrusts inside my engorged, wet, totally turned on cunt until I feel the start of my climax building inside. I forget what I've been told, to hold out, not to come. I'm way past the point of no return, all that matters is my pleasure, my release, to hell with the consequences! I come in a rush, my cunt and clit contract and spasms of jerks assail me. God, the release is amazing. I collapse in a heap on the floor. A hand grabs my arm, twisting it behind my back, hurting me, making me cry out in pain. I bite my lip and start to feel a little afraid. "Stupid bitch!," he hisses. "I warned you what would happen if you disobeyed me, you filthy whore, thinking only of your own pleasure. Well I hope it was worth it because now it's my turn to have some fun and it's gonna get rough, Baby." My face is forced into the carpet and I can hear his trousers being unzipped and as all the tiny hairs at the back of my neck start to stand up, I wonder what he has in mind....

Mark
Something drags across the floor and bumps into me. I realise it is a soft bag as I hear him rummaging around inside it. Perhaps it was the zip fastening on the bag I heard before? My arm is hurting and my nose is feeling horribly squashed as he pulls something long and soft from the bag. I hear it disturbing other things that are still in there and feel it trailing across my back before he starts tying it to the wrist he is holding. He pulls my arm roughly back round to my front and starts looping the rope around my head, pushing it down over the blindfold until it is around my neck. I feel a little panic as he does this, but it is not pulled tight before he ties it off behind my neck. I can feel that there is still a fair amount of rope left and he ties this off on the other wrist. His hands leave me and I experiment a little. The loops around my neck are quite loose and seem to act merely as a point to fix my wrists to. They are connected to the back of my neck by about six inches of free rope each, just enough that I can clasp my hands in front of my face or take the weight of my upper body by placing them on the floor in front of my face, which is where I decide to rest. I know I am now totally in his power, any attempt to resist would be almost completely ineffectual, and shouting would be a complete waste of time in this box of solid concrete that is my apartment. "Now," he whispers into my ear as I hear him rummage in the bag again, "I'm going to spend a few minutes tenderising that beautiful arse of yours so that you get plenty of sensation from it as I fuck you in it. In the meantime you can consider whether you want to be arse-fucked using spit or KY-Jelly. Considering your disobedience I think you only deserve spit but if you can come up with a suitable penance in the time it takes to slap your arse bright red I'll let you off and you might get to sit down sometime before the weekend! Remember though, that I've got you completely in my power and I can do anything I want with you anyway. I could fuck your arse with no lubrication at all if I chose to and there wouldn't be a damn thing you could do about it. If you struggled I'd just tie you up a bit more till you couldn't. So you'll have to think of something very erotic for me that I haven't thought of myself if you want to save your ass!," and at that point my arse turns to fire as both his hands strike it in unison, making me moan into the carpet. The fire subsides to a mere stinging as he positions himself at my side. His short talk has got me turned on again, and I feel bad about the fact that it was his talk of fucking my arse without lubrication that gave me the biggest thrill, but I'm still in control enough to know that the most erotic ideas are not necessarily ones that you might want to put into practice. I know I must think of something to satisfy his lust or I really won't be comfortable for some time after this, but it is so difficult to think under this kind of pressure. He begins slapping me on alternate cheeks and my cunt is getting wet again. I am a complete slut, pushing my back down and my arse up to his hard, gloved hands, feeling his power over me, but trying desperately to think at the same time. I wonder if it's just an excuse to give me a little input, but suspect not, knowing him. Yes, if I don't come up with something that really pushes his buttons here then I'm going to be walking bow legged for a week. I know his general tastes, but what refinement have we not done already? The slaps continue to rain down on my poor arse and it just feels fiery all over now so he must be almost finished. Then, suddenly, it comes to me. Something he has not done to me, something that will really get him off. I feel really proud of myself suddenly and beam a huge, contented smile into the carpet as I concentrate on the feelings coming from my cunt and arse as he concentrates on finishing off a few particular areas around the edge that he's obviously not quite happy with yet. I think he's giving me as much time as possible, or is he just taking as much enjoyment as possible? Either way, I'm feeling incredibly horny by the time he finally stops and says "So what penance are you going to offer me in a bid to save your arse, you little slut."

Isis
I smile to myself, I know he will like what I have thought up as a penance, the thing is, will he go for it? It will mean a role reversal, me becoming the dominant party, and him being coming the willing/unwilling victim. There is only one way to find out - ask! "I've thought of something Master, a punishment for my sins, but it will mean a swap, if it pleases you Master." I await his reply with bated breath, and he doesn't disappoint. A laugh rings out throughout the room. "Well, well, you do surprise me. The best I expected to hear from you was an offer of a lousy blow-job, this offer, it intrigues me, very well, let's see where it takes us." Hands grasp my wrists and the bonds, which held me so snugly and tightly, suddenly loosen. I sit up and reach up to my head and slowly remove the blindfold. Blinking furiously I focus my gaze on the man standing before me. On first impressions I like what I see, a male in his prime years, early forties, medium build and height, light brown hair cut short, strong shoulders, good body tone, little body hair and a very good sized penis which has a very pleasing erection at this moment in time. A very nice package indeed! The most amazing single thing what stands out though are his eyes, widely spaced and the most amazing blue and looking straight at me with a bemused look in them. I will soon remove that look and replace it with a look better suited to my plans! I rise to my feet and walk across to him and slowly circle him. I look him up and down with scrutiny, this is obviously a turn-on for him as his cock is twitching and jumping all over the place. I smile and lean towards him and cup his genitals with one hand and run the other hand across his face. Expecting tenderness, he stands there quite relaxed but his face, when I brutally squeeze his balls hard, is priceless, a look of pain and outrage cross his features. I want to laugh, serves the bastard right, see how he likes it a bit rough. My turn to dish it out, I think! "On your knees," I bark. I step back as he sinks immediately to his knees. Good, at least he obeys instruction. I place the blindfold over his eyes and tie the rope tightly and securely in the fashion I was trussed up. He is totally immobile now, I check the tightness, tugging on each wrist, I don't want him slipping the bonds before the real fun begins. My eyes alight on his bag and I undo the zipper and look inside. What an assortment he has brought along to use on me. I wonder if he thought the tables might be turned and that I would use them on him. I select a few items and close the bag. "Get on all fours and open your legs," I say, and he complies. "Wider." I squat down on my knees behind him, his arse directly in front of my face. I reach between his legs and squeeze his very erect, hard member. He gasps and pushes his arse towards me, shameless horny bastard. I squeeze harder and harder, kneading his stiff swollen rod, pulling my hands up and down the whole length of it. I can feel drops of pre cum oozing from the tip and I stop. I don't want him shooting his load too soon and spoiling my fun! Picking up a jar of vaseline, I smear it liberally over both my hands. Placing my hands on the cleft of his raised arse, I lubricate the tunnel that runs all the way down to his tight little bum hole. He squirms in my hand as I move my hands in circular movements, making sure everywhere is moist and slippery. I dip my middle finger in the vaseline jar, then slowly place it on his bum crack, gently but firmly I ease my finger into his entrance and it slides in so easily, the vaseline coating the way. I move my finger in and out his crack, stimulating the g spot just inside the anus. He has totally lost control, moaning and groaning, pushing back on my invading finger and when I look down at his penis, it is huge and swollen. Removing my finger, I replace it with a 6 inch vibrator I found in his bag of tricks, first covering it with a generous layer of vaseline. Setting it to the lowest vibrate level I play it across his shining bum hole. Leaning forward I whisper, "You're loving this aren't you? Shall I shove it right up your arse hard, or shall I ease it up slowly, inch by inch? I can't decide which." He groans in reply, too turned on to care either way. Men are such simple creatures, led by their desires and weaknesses, sad creatures really. Inch by inch, I think, and, using one hand, I ease his bum cheeks apart so the pink puckered flesh of his anus is exposed. I push the tip of the buzzing vibrator slowly forward until the tip vanishes inside. I feel a little token resistance so I increase the pressure. It slides in slowly and surely. I glide it in and out, deeper into the arse, harder, faster, deeper, my other hand finds its way to my sopping wet cunt, my fingers delve inside, bringing myself off. Groans bring me back to the present, the bastard is losing control and, in a jerk of spasms, the dirty bastard shoots his cum all over my carpet, his stomach and down his legs, while all the time the vibrator is buzzing up his arse. He leans forward, totally spent, his arse pointed right up in the air and, SLAP, I give him a stinging blow across his left arse cheek for shooting his load all over my carpet, the dirty bastard!! "Take 5 minutes breather," I shout, "you will need it....... "

Mark
He flops forward, into his own mess then rolls over, to take the pressure off his knees and elbows no doubt. His cum glistens in the light where it is matted into the hair around his groin, but his cock is still almost fully hard. That's a trait I like in a man but I don't mind giving a helping hand so I strike my best dominant pose at his feet, legs apart and all the muscles locked out to show how finely toned my long legs are. He is obviously impressed, and even more so as I begin to play with my body, teasing his eyes with my sensuality. I spend the next five minutes slowly working my body, shuffling my way forward until I end up stood directly over his chest, masturbating for his benefit, playing to my crowd of one. I bow my knees apart slightly and use one hand to pull my sex apart, giving him the best possible view as the fingers of my other hand slide up into the warm wetness. His eyes are glued to my groin now, where earlier they were roaming up and down my legs, and I know his cock will be twitching behind me. I play it up, faking the onset of a fabulous orgasm, but stopping at the last moment, giving him that 'I've been teasing you again' look, and hauling him to his feet by the rope that binds his hands. I lead him by it to my bed, where I make him lie on his back. I use the rope that he had me pre-position there to bind his ankles fairly tightly, then tie the ends off loosely to the end of the bed. The other rope he had me pre-position is tied to the head of the bed and I take that and tie it to the rope securing his hands and tie it off at just the right length to prevent him getting them down to his head, but leaving him a bit of lee-way to move them around above it. I make a bit of a show of retrieving all the shaving and hair clipping equipment from his bag while telling him that his plan was so ridiculously obvious that I have decided to turn the tables on him. After all it would be just too boring have my pubes shaved off when I was expecting it! He is starting to look a little worried as I blindfold him, taking particular care to ensure that he cannot see from beneath it down to his crotch. His penis has begun to wilt a little and I suck it back to full mast, squeezing the base hard at the same time. I talk to him constantly, telling him that I now have him exactly where he wanted me and thought he would have me. The boot is well and truly on the other foot and he is my total captive. I kneel astride his body facing his feet and feel a sense of great power along with pride that this man has felt enough for me to give me this much trust. But now it is time to have fun with that trust and I tell him I'll never get the chance to do this again and I'm going to take the chance to have my fun, as I start to use the electric clippers on his pubic hair. It is difficult to get around his balls as his legs are together but I cut the hair quite closely there and around the base of his cock where some stray ones are growing some way up the shaft. As I give the main bush of his pubes the lightest of trims I tell him it's all going and laugh as he bucks and squirms beneath me. I don't know if he believes me or not but either way his penis is as hard as I've seen it yet. Once I'm done I use copious amounts of shaving cream, particularly on the bush, so it is completely hidden. Getting off him I remove the blindfold and he immediately looks down to see how much explaining he will need to do to the unknowing wife I know he has, but the look on his face tells me that the foam is doing its job well and he can't tell. I get comfortable and start to shave the remains of the hair around the base of his fantastic straining penis, giving it gentle squeezes as I go, still commentating all the time. Once that is done I wipe it clean and hold it clear of the foam on his groin as I turn and straddle him. Looking into his beautiful blue eyes I slowly lower my hot wet cunt down onto the rigid member, taking all the feeling for myself this time, enjoying the feeling of it forcing up inside me. Then I let him fuck it gently up into me several times before leaning forward to share a kiss while grinding my pubis into his. The cool cream smears from him onto my own well trimmed pubes as our tongues dance together and I gyrate my hips slowly to smear it all over myself. The feeling is exquisite but I am here for more than simple fucking. Sitting back I hold the razor up in his view and say "Now I'm going to finish the job while I fuck you slowly. You thought you'd be doing this but just see how wrong you were!" I flex my inner muscles and grind down slowly on his iron hard cock as I slowly, teasingly move the razor towards his pubic thatch and start shaving away little nibbles at the top. His eyes are riveted to our crotches and his cock is like steel inside me, but the look of relief on his face is priceless as I pull the razor away at the last moment and, with a flourish, take a swath straight out of my own pubes. Now he is with me and we both grind our sex into each other as I carefully shave away my entire area until I cannot reach any more of it. I reluctantly pull up off him and shuffle up to his chest where I finish the job off with my cunt as close as I can get to his eyes, which are almost out on stalks. His breathing is ragged, coming in gasps, particularly as I run my fingers over myself checking for remaining stubble. I know he would do almost anything now to be allowed to touch me, probably even let me shave his pubes for real, but he won't have too. I am ready to take my pleasure and he is to be the instrument. I wipe away the remaining cream and slowly lower myself to his waiting tongue, letting him gently pleasure me, telling him what I like, where to lick me, how hard to do it. I am getting so turned on it's unbelievable, my juices must be running down his face. As I start to get close I grab him by the hair and force his head even tighter up between my thighs, urging him on, using his tongue, nose and chin totally shamelessly, doing and saying anything I want or need to do or say in the sole pursuit of getting myself off. I come hard, much harder than I have for some time, taking my pleasure with no thought to his comfort, just letting myself immerse in the experience. Once I am done I look down to where his blue eyes are still smiling up at me.

Isis
After such an intense and satisfying orgasm, you'd be excused if you thought I would of been happy to finish on that note and show him the door, but no, not me. I've always been a bit of a sex addict, quite insatiable really, happiest with a hard erect cock up me or in my mouth, so I decide to leave him tied to the bed and pad into the kitchen. The fridge door opens with a squeak and I bet he is laying on that bed wondering what weird and wonderful things I have in store. Let him wonder, first things first, orgasms are thirsty work and I open a carton of juice and the whole contents soon vanish down my throat, leaving me feeling much better, but I suppose I better take him a drink too. I don't want him passing out on me with dehydration do I? Removing a few more things from the fridge I return to the bedroom. He is still lying there, his groin covered with my juices and shaving cream. I put my 'groceries' on the floor away from his inquiring eyes and clean him up before opening cartons of juice and chocolate milk. I tilt his head forward and pour a little juice into his mouth, which he swallows gratefully. The milk I pour over his groin area and he gasps as the milk is ice cold. I slither down to his cock, which is beginning to show signs of life yet again, and I lap up all the milk slowly and sensually with slow measured sucks and slurps. His member is fully erect now, nudging my face every time I lick around his balls as if to say "don't forget about me, I'm here too." Blue eyes hold my gaze, I smile and reach to the floor, picking up the blindfold, I place it on his face, I want his senses to be heightened, loss of vision will definitely kick start the other four. A little massage first I think, and I pour a good handful of lightly scented oil onto his stomach, arms, legs and cock. He squirms deliciously as my hands work in the oil, slowly easing out all the tension and knots in his body. My hands flick over his penis, I squeeze the shaft firmly, twisting his balls with my other hand. Reaching down I pick up a bowl of ice, placing a large ice cube between my teeth, I trace a line all the way down his body from top to toe leaving a wet glistening trail on his body. He is wriggling and gasping aloud, it must be torture, so cold on his hot, horny body, he begs me to stop, straining on his bounds, I pay no heed to his begging and continue to tease his body with the ice, homing in on his cock, circling it with my mouth until the ice has melted and my lips have gone numb with cold. Taking his cock in my mouth, my lips soon warm up and so does his cock, as he thrusts it deep into my mouth, but I pull away and he is left laying there helpless, with his cock standing to attention, waiting hopefully for my mouth to engulf it in my soft, warm lips once again. No chance, other treats await his rigid cock, which is mine to do with what I please. I pick up a cucumber that I have been keeping nice and cold in the fridge just for this occasion, I lubricate it with vaseline and place it between his legs, in the cleft of his buttocks, and ease it gently up and in, it goes in smoothly, all the length, and it's at least 5 inches long, he is moaning and groaning and I tell him what a perverted, twisted bastard he is, to enjoy this kind of penetration inside his arse. This inflames him further and pre cum spurts from his cock. I climb onto his cock and grind down hard with my hips, his cock slipping nicely into my warm, wet, welcoming cunt. Reaching around with my hand, I continue to push the vegetable inside his anus all the time riding his cock, up, down, in and out, my hips rise and fall, our bodies in perfect time together, I pull the blindfold from his face and lean forward to kiss him deeply, our eyes lock together and I know he is about to shoot his load inside me, I pull off and out of him and shove his cock inside my mouth just as the first spurts of salty cum explode from his lovely cock. Surge after surge I swallow, never stopping until every last drop is devoured and still I suck, seeking out every last drop, finally satisfied I crawl to his face and kiss him deeply.........

Mark
It is one of those wonderful intimate moments that only comes with someone you have that special bond with that you can really trust them. But I know it cannot last as I still have my penance to pay and I think he must be wondering what strange idea I have of the meaning of the word by now. Reluctantly I begin to untie him. Once he is free I sit him on the chair by the bed and kneel at his feet, massaging life back into his wrists and ankles and cock. While I am doing that I start to tell him how sorry I am for abusing his body, shamelessly using it for my own pleasure when I was supposed to be doing a penance to him. I lay it on really thick, referring to myself as a shameless slut with no control over my own lust. I tell him I am his now, to use as he sees fit. I beg him to punish me for my wantonness and treat me like the whore I am. I am really going overboard now with my submissive protestations and I can see that he loves it, having this beautiful, confident woman prostrating herself before him, both physically and emotionally. His cock is rock hard again and twitches against his stomach, seemingly with a mind of its own. I carry on verbally abusing myself until I cannot think of any more ways of doing it, then deliver what I hope will be the final eroticism for him, while looking straight up into those deep blue eyes; "I would consider it an honour to be your slave for an hour. My penance will be to do your bidding in any way you see fit. Please treat me with no thought for my pleasure, just use me for your own, my Master." Of course I know he will not even consider acting without thought for my pleasure, but the idea conveys such eroticism. "Very well," he says and, remaining in the chair, he begins to issue orders in a gentle, but positive, voice. He has me move around in front of him, performing obscenely, gradually degrading myself before his eyes. At first it is on the level of making me play with my tits. He starts to play with himself as he watches, not wanking seriously, just leisurely caresses for his hard cock. His instructions get ever more lewd and I know I am getting turned on again from making this derogatory display for him. The confirmation is when he has me lie on my back before him thrusting my pussy up towards him. I know what he is going to tell me to do and it gives me a huge thrill when he tells me to slide my fingers into my sex, and I find it just as wet as I expected. He makes me spread my legs as wide as I possibly can and I wonder what kind of a slut I really am to be getting off from doing this, but there is not a doubt that I am indeed getting off on it. Before I can finish he instructs me to turn over to the position I was in when he first encountered me this evening, reaches over and lubricates my anus with the vaseline. I think that I am finally going to be fucked in the arse as he promised me earlier but instead he sits back again and tells me to try the cucumber on myself. Feeling rather surprised, for I had not anticipated this turn of events, I pick up the phallic vegetable. I feel rather grateful that I chose quite a small one, and, with some trepidation, I start to ease it up against myself. I am quite sure it is the largest thing ever to invade my rear end and it feels that way too, stretching the ring of muscles uncomfortably. I cannot possibly take it straight off and start moving it in and out against myself, slowly edging more and more of the tapered end into my arse. As the main girth of the cucumber finally begins to breach my rear portal he tells me to use my other hand on myself, and I find my cunt is now dripping wet. I feel horribly embarrassed knowing that he is watching me push a cucumber up my own arse and I know my face must be burning red. I bury it hard into the carpet, trying to alleviate my shame. But at the same time I am getting hotter and hotter as the eroticism of my shame builds and the sensation in my arse traverses from discomfort to pleasure. Soon I am getting close to my release, fucking my arse with one hand and my cunt with the other. Of course he does not let me have it, gently pulling my hands away, fucking me once with the cucumber himself, before withdrawing it. "Now," he says, "I think it's about time we had a little fun with your tits!"

Isis
I stand up slowly and walk across the bedroom towards the chest of drawers where a CD player nestles between a silver framed photograph of a former lover of mine and various nick-nacks I have collected on my various travels. I press the 'on' button and slow sensual music fills the air as I start to sway in time to the beat, caressing my tits with my hands. I move in front of him, suggestively moving my body and hips in a highly sexually provocative way. His eyes follow me around the room, his cock is at full mast yet again, the man has amazing staying power, either that or he swallowed a bottle load of viagra before he visited me! Picking up a bottle of baby oil, still dancing around the room, I pour nearly all the contents over my fully erect nipples and tits. Staring directly into his eyes I slowly rub the oil into my breasts, moaning as I lick my lips. My tits are so slippery with all the oil, I trace slowly down my body and smear some of the oil to the entrance of my pussy, my shaven quim and all over my thighs. He starts towards me, desire written all over his face, but I push him onto the bed and straddle his lower body. Taking his erect penis, I place it between my two oil covered, slippery breasts and, using both my elbows to keep his beautifully hard penis in place, I move my body up and down. This movement causes his penis to rub in between my breasts, the sensation is delightful, his cock is so hard and swollen, and I flick my tongue across the tip each time my tits rise with the motion of my elbows. He lays there groaning and watching his cock between my breasts, the oil dripping off my tits onto his face. He's close to shooting his load so I increase my pressure on his cock with my tits and squeeze them harder and faster together. His cock twitches between my tits and a stream of cum spurts out right between my cleavage. Gasps escape from his mouth and I keep his ejaculating cock firmly grasped between my two globes of flesh until every last drop of cum is coughed over my breasts. Releasing his now spent and flaccid member, I smear his spunk all over my breasts and stomach, licking my fingers every now and then to taste the saltiness of my lover's essence of life. Next, I slide off his sweat soaked body and crook my little finger towards him, beckoning him to follow me. Rising from the bed like a little puppy dog eager to please he follows me to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, I pull him in after me and, picking up a bottle of shower gel, I soap him, massaging the gel thoroughly over his entire body. I pay particular attention to his balls and cock, which has began to rise again due to the manipulation of my very talented hands! He begins to soap my body up as well, washing away all the remains of his spilt seed, gentle hands finger my pussy and clit and I lean against the shower wall, legs splayed open wide for easier access. I knead his balls gently and scratch my nails gently underneath, which incites him and the pressure on my cunt increases. We kiss deeply and passionately, water driving into our faces and blinded us both. Choking and gasping for breath we break our kiss and come up for air and, kneeling in the shower, I take his cock in my mouth and suck and tease his erect penis until I can feel the start of his climax beginning to build inside my wet, warm mouth. Pulling his cock quickly out of my mouth I tell him that I have a much better place for him to put that gorgeous hard cock and as it dawns on him exactly what and where I mean, a slow smile crosses his face........

Mark
"You dirty cow," he says, "I'd almost forgotten what I'd threatened you with earlier. And now you're asking me for it! Does it make you feel inferior, all used and abused, when a strong man takes you and fucks your arse? Do you like to be completely out of control with your dignity taken away?" As he talks he effortlessly pulls me to my feet and leads me back to my bed, grabbing a bath towel on the way. He throws it over the edge of the bed and pushes me after it, face down, drops of water flying everywhere. His masterful action and dirty talk is really getting to me, as it always does, and he uses one hand to grip my hair and turn my head towards him. I feel as if my insides are melting with lust as he kisses me, ferociously invading my mouth with his tongue, holding my head where he wants it by my short hair. I use my own tongue to fight back, but it is a token resistance as if I am powerless to resist his strength. Standing back he lifts my legs up high, turning me over, and thrusts his hard cock straight into my liquid cunt. The feeling is so good the first time it goes in and I automatically spread my legs wide in the air and arch up towards him, trying to take even more of him as the second deep powerful thrust plunges into me. "You Slut," he says as he fucks me, "You're wetter than ever thinking of what I'm about to do with my hard cock. I don't think you will ever get enough of it, will you? You'd be one of the best porn stars ever because it wouldn't matter what they wanted you to do or how often they wanted it done; anyone watching the tape would know you were really enjoying it and wanting more! Well I'm directing this scene and you're about to get fucked up the arse with a hard cock." He pulls out of me and starts squeezing the last of the oil over my arse and his wonderful cock. I pull a pillow down to prop myself on so that I can see what he is doing without straining my neck. "I'm going to take my hard prick and push it right up into you in a minute," he says as he massages the oil into his cock with one hand and my arse with the other, just teasing into the puckered opening with a finger. "First I'm going to just tease you, rubbing the end over your arsehole, pushing it gently against you, till you're begging me to put it in," he says as he does it. It feels so hard and hot, pushing against my final defence and I don't have to be urged twice, begging him to put it in and fuck me. I tell him to take my arse and fuck me like the slut I am. "This time then," he says, and the pressure on my anus steadies and increases. The sensation is so wonderful as the solid, hot, pulsing shaft that is his cock begins to intrude into my back passage. "I can feel your tight ring moving down my cock," he says, looking me straight in the eyes, "pushing right to the base as your soft, silky inner tube wraps around the head and shaft. It's like fucking it into a tube of pure satin, soft and warm, one of the most incredible feelings ever." He moves very gently around inside me as he speaks, then passes me the vibrator, which he has somehow managed to get clean and back into position. I know immediately what he has in mind and wonder that I never thought of it. It's as close as I'll get to my fantasy of having two men at once without going over that line of risk that comes with actually doing it. I pull more pillows into position behind me and then tentatively start to ease the vibrator into my cunt. I feel more lewd than ever watching it slide into myself while his cock is buried in my arse, but the whole situation is making me so hot I can barely believe it. It's a tight fit and I feel incredibly full but everything is sliding easily so I use one hand to slowly fuck myself, the other to massage my clit. "I can feel it moving against my cock," he says as he starts to pump slowly in and out of my arse. "It makes you so tight on me. I'm going to come really easily, I'm going to shoot my load of hot, white spunk deep into your bowels, and when I do I want you to come too. Make yourself come for me, you sexy slut!" I know that will not be difficult, his firm manner and dirty talk turn me on so much. I respond to him, telling him how hard he feels, how much he turns me on. We both fuck me while telling each other how it feels. When we are both on the brink of orgasm I turn on the vibrator. "Oh my God," he exclaims as his wonderful blue eyes go wide and stare straight into my soul, the rest of his face contorted by pure pleasure. He pushes forcefully into me and I can feel his rock hard cock straining inside me, unleashing its seed deep inside. That's all I need to tip me over and the whole scene fades into stars as I succumb to the most blissfully intense orgasm I can remember for many years.

Isis
We stay locked together, his cock still buried in my arse, both totally spent and very, very satisfied! I glance across the room and my eyes happen upon a clock on the bedside table. I don't have much time left, work beckons and I have to be on a flight bound for Singapore in just under four hours. I pull myself forward and, as his spent cock slips out of me, I turn around and gently kiss him on the lips telling him this has been one of the most exciting experiences ever for me, but unfortunately it must come to an end as I must report to work very soon. He kisses me back in way of reply, his kiss wavers my resolve and I think I have time to feel him inside me one more time; something to remember and think about on the long flight ahead. I pull him towards me and rain kisses all the way down his body and, being careful to skirt around his cock, I nibble the insides of his thighs and gently trace my tongue between the cleft of his buttocks. This sends a shiver down his spine and I reach around and gently cup his scrotum, squeezing his rapidly rising member, this man has such staying power! Pushing him over on his back, I straddle him and lower my soaking wet pussy onto his now rigid cock. It slides in without any resistance and I move my hips gently back and forward, riding his hard cock. I move my hands to my breasts and gently pull both nipples, his hand caresses my clit and, gasping, I increase the tempo of my thrusts, all the time looking into his amazing eyes. Flipping me over on to my back he thrusts with deep strong strokes. I open my legs as wide as I can to accommodate his wonderful cock. This love making is slow and sensual and as I feel my orgasm building up inside me I wrap my legs around his waist and milk every last spasm of my climax, barely aware of anything else except him crying out with his own. Half an hour later, we stand at the door, him fully clothed with his bag of tricks, and I kiss him gently and thank him for a wonderful time. He smiles and says goodbye and, as he walks away, he calls over his shoulder, "See you at work." "O.K. Captain," I reply, as I shut the door.......

The End.

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