ALTERNATE EROTICA

Flowers

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The following contains material of a sexually explicit nature. Do not read any further if you are under the legal age in the state/country in which you reside. This story is meant for ADULTS ONLY and is a work of fiction. If you’re not of legal age EXIT NOW.

COPYRIGHT 2003. As the author/editor of the following story, We claim all rights in accordance with international copyright laws. These rights are claimed legally by Myself and Sassy under the pseudonyms of Mark and Sassy. All rights are reserved, including the reproduction of it in any form on the net or elsewhere (except ASSTR) without the written permission of the copyright owner, who may be contacted by e-mailing nexuswilson@hotmail.com

This story was written entirely by Sassy, and edited by Myself.

Flowers (FMM, F-sub, cons, bd)

As I leave the shower, my body tingling from the massaging shower head, I dry myself slowly, noticing my nipples erect from the coolness of the air. I apply lotion all over my body gently massaging it into my breasts and thighs, my body tingling in anticipation of seeing you in a short time.
I walk around the upstairs naked waiting for the lotion to sink into my skin. As I live in a secluded house there is no fear of anyone peeping in at me, so I feel comfortable walking around naked.
As I dry my hair I can't help but look out of the window and see a van arrive on the drive. The door bell rings and I hastily put on a robe to answer the door. Unlocking the front door I find a man stood there with some flowers for me. I take the flowers and close the door. In my haste to read who the flowers are from I forget to lock the door. The message reads ‘See you soon’. Could they be from my lover, or my husband who is away on business. After putting the flowers in water I return to the bedroom to dry my hair before choosing my underwear. I choose some white satin panties with matching bra. I coaxe my breasts into the push-up satin bra, showing a great deal of cleavage, then stockings and a hint of perfume in the right places.
Checking the clock I realise he will be here in 2 hours, just enough time to get things ready before he arrives. I dress in a low cut dress and wear a pair of high heels, all ready for the seduction I plan, and there is music playing throughout the house. I go downstairs to put the champagne in the fridge so it will be chilled ready for lunch.
As I reach the bottom of the stairs I realise the front door is unlocked, so I lock it. Walking into the kitchen I put the champagne in the fridge. As I close the fridge door I feel a sort of gloved hand over my mouth and another hand across my body.
"You bitch" the voice says. "I’ve been watching and waiting for you. It was a good idea to send flowers. I knew you would forget to lock the door, and I know you are waiting to meet your lover, but do you fancy a bit of rough, you slut?"
I try to struggle.
"Don't struggle," he says, "you will only hurt yourself." He gags and blindfolds me before I realise what is happening. I try to speak but am unable to, frozen with fear at the thought of what is going to happen to me. I feel him drag me by the hair into the lounge and throw me to the floor face down. I have not yet seen his face or felt his hands, only the gloved hands initially. He puts a sort of hood over my head and orders me to stand up. I struggle, so he drags me to my feet and stands me up with my back to the wall. The voice is disguised and my hands are restrained by cuffs behind my back. I hear him use his mobile phone.
"Yes, I have her," he says. "Send three over to service the slut. I’ll open the door when you ring twice on the bell." My heart jumps a beat at this. I begin to tremble, unsure of what is about to happen to me. Is it some form of role play similar to what I have discussed with my lover, which he has organised and not told me about to heighten my enjoyment? Or is it a form of punishment from my husband for taking a lover? Or is this man a real rapist, and completely unconnected to my husband or lover? These thoughts are spinning around my head.
I hear the sound of material being cut and I realise the bastard is cutting my dress off me. I try to struggle but feel a sharp slap on my thigh. My dress seems to fall to he floor and I am left standing in my underwear feeling very vulnerable. Next I feel my panties being cut off me. I feel him cup my breasts before snipping at that, releasing my voluptuous breasts. I feel totally exposed now, and very vulnerable. I am made to kneel down. The gag is removed, but there is a hole in the hood where my mouth is.
"Now suck my cock,” he orders, “and do a good job or else.” As he forces his cock deep into my mouth I gag slightly and hesitate, but he grabs my head and pushes it into his groin in a rough manner, forcing me to suck him. I plead no and feel a sharp whack on my arse from a sot of strap. I cry out in pain.
"Suck harder bitch," he says, "or you will get more of that." I dutifully obey.
"That’s better," he says.
"Please don't hurt me," I say as I feel his cock harden and grow in my mouth as I suck deep down the shaft closing my eyes. Although I cannot see I begin to tongue him as well. I know this pleases both my husband and my lover. I can taste the precum on the end of his cock, which I feel pulsating in my mouth until he sharply withdraws.
"Now for some fun," he says. He stands me up and leads me out into the hall. I hesitate, unsure of where I am going. He leads me upstairs into my bedroom. He seems to know his way around the house.
“No! please!" I say, “not this room!” The music is still playing as he pushes me onto the bed. I ask him again not to hurt me and I feel a sharp pain across my arse again. I tell him I am expecting a friend but get another slap on my arse, making my eyes sting, so I decide not to say anything else. I feel my hands tied to the top of the bed and he gently strokes my back kissing it gently all the way down. Then I hear him leave the room as the front door rings once, then twice. My heart is beating hard. Is this my lover come to rescue me, or the three people the flower man was talking about on the the phone? I am aware of footsteps on the stairs, but cannot determine how many people there are, and then the footsteps stop and I hear the door open. I am not sure if I heard anyone come in when the bell rang. I shudder with excitement and feel myself getting wet.
I feel hands tracing my spine, soft hands I think I now know who you are. I begin to relax slightly and move my body to the rhythm of the music when I feel a sharp pain across my arse. It makes my eyes sting.
"Who told you you could move your body?" he says.
"Nobody," I reply. Whack! I feel another sting across my arse.
"Call me Master! Do you hear?" the voice belows at me, and I recognise it.
"I am going to give you 6 strokes with the strap across your arse and I want you to thank me for each one. Is that clear?" I do not answer. Whack! Another blow is felt!
"I said is that clear?"
"Yes Master," I reply.
After each strike I reply thank you master. My arse is now on fire and stinging like hell. The restraints are removed and I am turned onto my back and the restraints reapplied to my arms and legs. The music is turned up so I am unable to hear them approach me. I feel something cold on my breasts, being rubbed in. It is wet. I presume it is ice from the fridge and a piece is placed inside my hot pussy. At first I do not feel the ice, just the fingers probing, then the coldness hits me and the ice begins to melt inside me. I can feel it dribbling out down my thigh, then I feel a tongue probing deep inside my pussy. God, this is fantastic. The coldness of the ice is exhilarating to say the least. I feel my clit being fingered and aroused. I am ready to cum when you stop. I beg you to fuck me now. I shout that I want you. There is no reply. I feel you sit on my chest and dangle your hard erect cock in my mouth. You force my head into your groin again and order me to do my best or else.
I go to work on you, frantically gobbling your cock. Up and down the shaft I go, tossing the head of your cock with my tongue, I know you like that. You squeeze my breasts so hard they hurt. I am getting so turned on by this I feel myself about to cum when you again stop. Again I beg you to fuck me. You undo the restraints and make me kneel on the bed. I feel you put a finger into my arse slowly. At first my arse is so tight for you, it is painful. I gasp as your finger passes the sphincter, then relax. I feel you pour lube down my crack and it runs into my engorged pussy.
"Are you ready?" you ask.
"Yes!" I reply as I feel you push your hard cock deep into me. It takes my breath away for a minute and I scream out in pain for you to stop, but you continue to pound me. The pain actually disappears and I find it extremely erotic. You insert your fingers into my engorged pussy then ease the vibrator in. WOW! Being fucked twice is fantastic!
"You bastard," I say. "Harder, harder!" I beg, as you pound into me and force the vibrator higher up my pussy, almost reaching my tonsils. I have the most fantastic orgasm as you shoot your load deep into me and we collapse on the bed together.
I still have the hood over my head, which I now ask you to remove. You refuse and we lie there for what seems like ages until you pull me off the bed and tie my hands above my head at the door, using the equipment I got from the sex show in London. I am left hanging from the strap at the top of the door as you start nibbling my nipples and sucking my tits. You know this gets me going. Then you place what feels like a sort of peg on my engorged labias and also on my nipples. They sting at first and you pull slightly on them.
"No, please!" I exclaim as you apply pressure on them.
"Shut up Bitch," you say. "I have not finished yet!" As you leave me there for what seems like ages. I have no idea if we are alone now, or if the flower man has left us.
When you finally return you I can hear two sets of footsteps. I remain naked except for stockings and the hood. I shout your name out. Whack! I feel the strap across my tits.
"That hurts!" I cry.
"Well keep quiet then, if you know what's good for you," comes the response. I feel my legs pushed apart and the leg extender placed in position. The pulsating eggs are then pushed into my pussy and I am told to hold them there not to let them slip out whilst you increase the power. You bastard! You know I cannot hold then in with the power switched up, and I groan in sheer delight as they tickle my clit before I expel them.
"I told you not to let them go," you say, in an authorative manner. Next I feel fingers entering my pussy. I am now soaked, and about to cum, when a tongue probes my pussy with fingers as well. Oooh, this is nice, but then another hand is on my tits, and a mouth kissing me. I push my head back against the door, but the person kissing me forces their tongue almost down my throat. I start to gag slightly, but am overcome by the mouth on my pussy as I start to cum and groan, going weak at the knees. This makes my legs buckle slightly. I am removed from the door and sat on a chair. I presume this is the one at the bottom of the bed. The hood is removed and once my eyes become adjusted to the light I focus on you and another man. I have no idea who this person is.
"You always said you wanted 2 men," you say. "Well, here we are! This is Chris, and that's all you need to know." With that Chris pushes me on the bed and he is instantly probing at my pussy with one hand and grabbing my tits with the other. "You can have 1 hour with the bitch," you say, "and you can do whatever you want with her."
Chris orders me to kneel on the floor whilst you sit watching the proceedings. My arms are tied behind my back and he then blindfolds me.
"Now bitch, I want you to suck my cock, and do a good job or else you will feel the strap on your arse!" he says.
I hear him undo his trousers and he pushes my head into his groin, forcing his cock into my mouth. I obey and suckle him as best as I can. Chris strikes my arse with the strap three times ands tells me to do better. He begins to pull at my tits. I stifle a cry and you intervene.
"I told Chris you were good at this, and after all he has paid a fair amount for this, so don't let me down, or else!" you say. I am horrified, rooted to the spot at this, but continue to suck his cock. I feel him begin to harden under me and his breathing quickens. He rubs my hair and tells me that it is good, then, as he is about to come, he stops. I fear I will get another strap but to my amazement I don't. Instead he lifts me on to the bed, arms still restrained, and fingers me. In and out he enters me, then I feel his cock enter my pussy. Wow! He is good, as he pleases my clit and grabs my tits as he pushes deeper and deeper inside me. He puts a finger in my mouth and I suck it, then he replaces a finger with what I presume is your cock. As you sit on my chest and force me to take all 8 inches of your magnificent cock in my mouth I am in my element and groan underneath you both. It is not long before I cum like an avalanche all over the bed, and you and Chris cum together. I swallow all your spunk and you both get off and leave me panting. After a few seconds the blindfold is removed. Chis has left the room and you untie me. I am gaging for a drink and you go to the fridge and bring the champagne up with 2 glasses, and we have a drink. but the question is who was it that organised this treat for me? Was it my husband or my lover? Only I know the answer to that because the whole thing is just a fantasy in my mind. At the moment!

To comment on this story e-mail nexuswilson@hotmail.com. Well, I'm not blessed with 8" so I guess it must be her husband. So why does she see me with such relish? Maybe my personality sparkles brighter than I had imagined!