From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Police Citation (FM, bondage) [1/2]
Date: 13 Feb 1996 04:06:30 GMT

			       Citation
			       Part One

	"Damn!" The patrol car's blue and red flashers loomed large in
my rear view mirror... I had been caught. I pulled into the parking
lot of a large mall simply because traffic on the street was too
heavy. I held on to a faint hope the patrol car would keep going but
no luck; it pulled in right behind me.

	For the first time I got a good look at the officer behind the
wheel. Auburn hair and hazel eyes... the kind that could melt ice
cubes or start fires in other places.

	"If I have to get a ticket at least it will come from a good
looking lady," I mutter out loud.

	When she stepped from the patrol car I received a double
surprise, not only did she have a stunning looking face, but she
filled her uniform magnificently! She wasn't petite by any means, but
she wasn't an amazon either. She was very shapely and looked like she
could handle herself in any situation from a street brawl to the
bedroom. Looking at her walk as she approached my car, I felt that
familiar warmth and stirring in the most private parts of my body.

	"What the hell, John," I said to myself, "Let's have a little
fun." As she approached I noticed the absence of a wedding ring,
something I always look for on good looking women, not that a wedding
ring really makes a difference, the approach is just different. I
rolled down my window and waited.

	She stood cautiously about three feet from my door. I put both
hands on the steering wheel to let her know I meant no harm. I looked
up at those deep, hazel eyes with a big grin on my face...

	"I hope you realize," I said good naturedly, "this has
completely destroyed any possibility of a meaningful relationship
between us."

	Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, radiating a twinkle
that promised a great sense of humor. A wide smile came shortly after
and she hid it with her hand.

	"Excuse me," she said in a silky voice that failed to hide the
amusement she was feeling. "I'll be right back. Please stay where you
are." She returned to her patrol car and got in. I could see her
laughing in my rear-view, aided by the lights in her car and the
lights in the parking lot. Officer K. Edwards had a sense of humor all
right; I was determined to test it to the limit.

	While she sat in the patrol car, I unzipped my slacks and
fished out my semi-hard cock. The mere sight of the way she filled her
uniform made me tingle all over... a few sensual strokes and my cock
stood up in my lap like a submarine's periscope looking for something
to torpedo. A quick check of the rear-view showed me she was
returning. Her countenance composed and all business.

	"May I have your driver's license, registra... Oh Shit!" she
had seen the periscope. I looked deep into her eyes and saw no humor
in them. I had carried my little joke too far.

	"Sir," she said in a controlled and level tone of voice,
"please put your penis back in your pants and step out of the car."
Her right hand rested on the handle of the gun at her side.

	"I'm sorry, Officer Edwards, I... "

	"Do it now." She cut me off sternly, her hand tightening on
the gun handle. I knew she meant business. I was sorry I had gone as
far as I did and was a little embarrassed and frightened. I stuffed my
cock back in my pants as best I could while she watched. I got out of
the car.

	"Face the car, put your feet apart, lean against the car with
your hands on the roof."

	"Oh, come on, officer. I was only... "

	"Please DO IT, sir."

	I was really scared now and the fear only made my now aching
cock even harder. I assumed the position she requested, my heart
thudding in my chest, pumping even more blood into my already stiff
shaft. She pulled my feet further away from my car with her own,
forcing my weight onto my hands, setting me off balance.

	Beginning at my ankles she frisked me, moving slowly upward,
first on the outside, then the inside of my legs. When she reached my
crotch, she pushed gently upward on my testicles, then moved her hand
firmly along the length of my now throbbing cock. I felt a bead of
lubricating liquid ooze from the tip.

	"I suppose you think this is funny." She seemed just a little
out of breath, but her voice still had that silky, sensual tone laced
with authority.

	"N-no, officer." I was really frightened now. "I can't help
it, something about you really turns me on."

	Her hand left my cock and continued expertly exploring the
upper regions of my body.

	"Put your left hand behind you back, please." Her manner was
professional and all business. I felt the cold chrome steel of the
handcuff close around my wrist. "Now your right hand, please." She
finished cuffing me, turned me around and leaned me against the car.

	"Aw, c'mon officer, you're not really going to... "

	"Shut up or I'll gag you too!" Her voice was even and low. It
had lost that sensual silkiness. She meant what she said.

	"You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
I couldn't believe I had been so stupid, exposing myself to a cop. She
finished Miranda-izing me and locked up my car.

	"I'm taking you to the station for booking. The charge is
indecent exposure." She led me to the patrol car, opened the rear
door, and helped me in.

	"Shit!" I thought, "Nine o'clock at night and I'm on my way to
jail for flashing my cock at a cop!"

	She glanced back at me in the rear view mirror from time to
time. I couldn't swear to it, but I thought I saw that sparkle in her
eyes again... like a predator cat toying with it's victim just before
the kill.

	"Look on the bright side," she said, that silkiness back in
her voice, "I'm not going to give you a ticket."

	"I don't suppose you'd be willing to forget about my, shall we
say, stupidity back there, would you?"

	"Not a chance! You're going to pay for this one, mister."

	"John," I said weakly. "Listen, I didn't mean any disrespect,
Officer Edwards... may I ask you your first name?"

	"Sure," she said evenly, "you can ask."

	"What is your first name officer?"

	"Patrolwoman Edwards, badge 6973," she said. "Now button it up
creep, we're almost there."

	"This is it," I thought. "My life ruined and all because I had
to have a little fun... SHIT!"

	She pulled the patrol car into the driveway of what looked
like a deserted building across the street from the police station.

	"Hey," I said, "isn't that the police station across the
street?"

	"That's the new station, this is the old station. We use the
old station as a holding area. You're not getting booked until
morning. Give you a chance to cool off."

	"But Officer... "

	"I told you to button it! One more word and you get a gag... I
mean it!" she pulled to a stop at the rear of the building and helped
me out. I thought it rather strange there were no lights in the
parking lot, and none on in the building. She led me in to the
building, her flashlight leading the way.

	"Hey, wait a second! Where are you... "

	"Shut up!" she said, and took us to the basement and a long
row of deserted cells. She stopped in front of one of the cells and
removed the handcuffs. I turned around to see the barrel of her
revolver aimed at the center of my chest.

	"Now back up, slowly, into the cell." The gun barrel didn't
waiver an inch... I backed in slowly.

	"Strip."

	"What?" I couldn't believe what I'd heard. "I'm not stripping
for you or anyone else. I want to make a phone call."

	She cocked the revolver and aimed it lower. "Strip or I'll
give you a.38 caliber vasectomy, you son-of-a-bitch."

	I stripped down to my undershorts and socks and stood there
like an adolescent at his first dance. My hard-on had long since
vanished. All I felt now was a slight nausea and weakness in my
knees.

	"Take it all off," she said evenly. I did as she commanded,
first the socks then, hesitantly, the underwear. I cupped my hands in
front of my private parts.

	"A little shy?" she asked, smiling. "You were anxious enough
to show it to me a little while ago."

	"Look Patrolwoman Edwards," I said weakly, "that was a mistake
and I'm sorry."

	"Kate," she said with her silky voice, "now lie down on the
bunk on your back." Her revolver was still aimed at my shriveled
privates. I stretched out on the bunk.

	"Here," she said tossing the handcuffs at me, "put the chain
through the bars on the bunk and cuff both hands." When I had done
that, she produced a pair of plastic strip ties and bound my feet,
spread eagled, to the foot of the bunk.

	She came to the side of the bunk and sat down next to me. She
put the barrel of her revolver under my limp cock and lifted it. The
coldness of the steel sent shivers throughout my body.

	"Pathetic looking little thing," she said laughing, "what's
the matter, stud, can't get it up?"

	I moaned in embarrassment. She got up and hung the heavy wool
blanket from the other bunk across the cell window, then lit a large
candle that had been in the sink. A warm glow of light and eerie
shadows filled the cell.

	She stood in the center of the cell, put her gun in its
holster, and removed the belt. She tossed it on the empty bunk.
Slowly, she reached behind her head and did something with her hair.
It fell across her shoulders flashing like deep burning embers in the
candlelight.

	"I'll make you a deal," she said, standing with her legs
slightly apart, hands on her hips, "if I'm happy with you in the
morning, you go free. If not, you go to jail."

	My mouth fell open in astonishment and I could feel the
hydraulic system in my loins begin to pump blood into my limp meat.
"Huh?" was all I could manager.

	"Either that," she purred with that silky voice, "or I take
you across the street and book you right now. What'll it be? A night
of pleasure or a police record?"

	"What do I have to do to make you happy?"

	"It's really very simple. Until six tomorrow morning, you are
going to be my slave. If you do everything, EVERYTHING I tell you to
do, and don't complain about anything... I'll be happy and you'll be
free. Fail to comply just once, or complain the slightest bit... and I
book you as a pervert. Deal?"

	"I-I'll give it a try, Kate. May I call you Kate?"

	"You may. Now for the rules. You may make any sounds of
passion you wish and as loud as you wish. No one will hear us. You may
not touch me unless I give you my permission. I will do with you
whatever I please and you will not complain. That's all there is to
it."

	"O-okay," I said timidly, "I'll try."

	She unbuttoned the blouse of her uniform and removed it. Her
ample breasts trapped by her bra swelled in the middle like two gently
rolling hills. She reached behind her and set them free, tossing her
bra on the empty bunk with her blouse. She cupped her breasts, lifting
them slightly and looked from them to me.

	"Do you like my breasts, slave?"

	Frantically trying to remember the rules she had outlined, I
replied, "Yes, Kate, they're magnificent." I didn't have to pretend to
answer, either... they were truly amazing!

	She approached me slowly, still cupping those beautiful
globes. When she got to me she leaned over and put one of her erect
nipples about a half inch from my lips. My cock had come fully awake
now and was standing at attention. I wanted to take that succulent
nipple in my mouth... taste its sweetness and nibble on it... my cock
began to pulsate.

	"May I take your nipple in my mouth, Kate?"

	"NO!" she said, a huskiness in her silky voice, her breathing
deeper and a little faster. She closed the distance between her nipple
and my lips, pushing it lightly against my mouth. My loins were
screaming at my lips and teeth to open up and take that hard little
bud inside... my mind kept my mouth tightly shut. After what seemed
like centuries, she stood up.

	"You've passed my little test, slave. Do you want to suck on
my nipple?"

	"Oh yes, Kate, please, I beg you, put your nipple in my
mouth." At that moment I wasn't acting or playing a slave game, my
entire being ached to taste her.

	"Very well," she purred seductively, "you're a good slave and
deserve a reward. The better you are, the more rewards you get." She
leaned over me again. I parted my hungry lips and raised my head to
meet her descending nipple. She held it just out of reach. I couldn't
help myself, little boy whimpering sounds escaped my throat in
anticipation.

	"Please, oh please, Kate," I whimpered, "I'll do anything you
say, ANYTHING, just let me taste your nipple."

	"I know you will, darling," she whispered, "I know you will."
She lowered her hard nipple to my parted lips. I closed them around it
and slowly traced a path around its base with my tongue. Her eyes
closed and a soft moan came out of her. She pushed harder with her
breast and I opened my mouth wider to take all she wanted to give.

	"Yessss slave! Suck my breast!" Her breathing was heavier.

	I captured her nipple in my teeth and began nibbling from the
base, working my way to the tip, then flicked, licked and sucked, then
began nibbling again. Her moaning became louder and more yearning.
Without warning she stood up, pulling her breast from my mouth with a
wet popping sound. I groaned in frustration and disappointment.

	"Something wrong, slave?" Her eyes flashed mischievously at
mine, the sparkle had returned. "Do you want to suck on my nipple some
more?" she asked teasingly. "You aren't complaining, are you?"

	"No, mistress Kate, I'm not complaining. It's just that your
nipples are so sweet, and firm... I could nibble and suck on them for
hours."

	"Perhaps later," she said, moving back to the center of the
cell. "Right now I want you to see the rest of what you may or may
not get to experience tonight."

	She kicked her shoes off and flipped them onto the other bunk.
Slowly, she unfastened the waistband of her slacks and lowered the
zipper. My pulse quickened and my rigid cock began waving wildly in
the air, its spasms completely beyond my control. My eyes were riveted
on the juncture of her thighs as she continued to lower the zipper
with one hand, the other holding the waistband together.

	As the zipper reached its lowest point, she turned her back to
me. To say she was a master tease would be an understatement. I had
no doubt she was serious when she told me I may or may not get to
partake of her luscious charms. It became my fervent hope that she
would be a compassionate mistress and allow me to become lost in
ecstasy within her body.

	She lowered her slacks from her waist to the top of her hips,
looked back over her shoulder at me, blew me a sensuous kiss, then
threw her head back and laughed teasingly. She began undulating her
hips in a slow, circular motion. With each rotation she pushed the
slacks lower on her hips.

	After what seemed an eternity, I could see the lacy waistband
of her panties, black against the creamy smooth flesh of her lower
back. She wasn't wearing pantyhose. Still lower the slacks went,
driving me crazy with desire, until her entire buttocks were exposed,
sheathed in filmy, black lace bikini panties. Her ass cheeks rotating
against one another beneath the lace of her panties as she continued
to undulate her hips. It was almost more than I could bear. I wanted
to scream out, "Fuck me, Kate! Oh, please, slide your hot pussy down
over my cock! I want to be inside you!"

	But I dared not for fear this would all end with a trip across
the street and booking. So I simply lay there watching, my heart
pounding in my chest, my cock throbbing mercilessly.

	She stopped undulating her hips and simply let her slacks fall
down around her ankles. Her bare legs were smooth and shapely and held
promises of wondrous delights.

	Slowly, she bent over at the waist without bending her knees.
As she bent, the fabric of her panties tightened across her cheeks and
the juncture between. Covered only by a thin strip of lace, her hidden
pussy raised my blood to the boiling point.

	As she lifted first one leg, then the other to step out of her
slacks, her pussy also shifted, first to one side, then the other. She
was watching me now from between her legs, her upside down smile
seemed somehow angelic and demonic at the same time.

	She raised her hand between her legs and began moving her
middle finger up and down the lace that covered her charms. She closed
her eyes and moaned softly... I could barely hear it over the
whimpering sounds I was making.

	She moved the lace aside, exposing the deliriously luscious
lips of her moist pussy. As I watched hypnotized, her finger slowly
vanished between those lips.

	"Oh God! Kate," I moaned, "you're driving me... " I became
silent, remembering the "no complaint," rule.

	She stopped, her finger buried deep in her pussy. Her eyes
opened wide, staring at me upside down from between her long, shapely
legs.

	"You may continue, slave. Don't be afraid," she purred.

	"CRAZY!" I shouted in pure animal lust. She jumped slightly at
my shout, but kept her finger buried deep within her. I had never
wanted a woman as badly as I wanted her at that moment.

	"Oh God, please mistress... " Tears of frustration were
streaming down my face, my body arched off the bed, my hips thrust
into the air. "Let me ram my cock deep inside your pussy! GOD! IT
HURTS... I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO BURST... I WANT YOU SO BADLY!" I was
squirming all over the bunk, breathing heavily and moaning loudly.

	"It hurts?" she asked, her finger now moving slowly in and out
of her wet pussy, making me delirious with lust. "Is that a complaint,
slave?"

	"N-no, no mistress!" I replied quickly with gasping breath.
"It's a good hurt! A wonderful hurt!"

	"That's better," she purred, slowly removing her finger from
her pussy. She stood up straight, turned sensually and came toward me,
her pubic mound pushing at the lace... undulating... teasing.

	She sat on the bunk next to me. "We'll have to do something
about that hurt," she said. She took my throbbing, pulsating, aching
cock in her hand and closed her fingers loosely around it. Then she
ran the finger that had been buried deep in her wet pussy under my
nose.

	As she did this, she squeezed my cock with her other hand. The
sweet smell of her juices invaded my brain short circuiting millions
of neuro switches. Her scent and the squeezing pressure of her hand on
my cock was too much. My balls tightened involuntarily and a stream of
hot, creamy cum erupted from the head of my cock and flowed over her
hand.

	I tried to pump against her hand with my hips to release more
of my pent up fluid, but she released her grip on my hot cock
immediately. It jerked a few times on its own, pumping liquid from the
tip with each spasm. I could feel it hot against my skin as it worked
its way down my shaft toward my balls. I wanted to scream in
frustration, wanted to rape this hot cop bitch who held me captive,
wanted to stab her to death with my hot throbbing cock... all I did
was whimper "Oh God, Kate... Oh God... Oh my God... "

	"Does it feel better now?" she asked and laughed a deep,
animal laugh. She slowly licked my cum from her hand. "You taste
delicious, slave," she purred. "I'll have to have more... but later."
She bent then, lowering her lips to mine, her tongue exploring the
inside of my mouth. I could taste my own salty juices in her mouth and
could smell the musky scent of my cum on her breath. My mind began to
slip... I was driven slowly to the brink of sexual insanity by this
taunting, teasing police officer!

	She broke the kiss long before I wanted her to. I closed my
eyes and savored the kiss, committing it to memory forever. Opening my
eyes again, I looked down my body and saw her face in the vicinity of
my still hard cock.

	"Oh, look," she whispered sensually, "you've spilled some of
your sweet cum." I could feel her hot breath on my cock and balls as
she spoke. "Would my slave like me to clean him up?" she asked
teasingly.

	"Y-yesssss, please do." There was an aching, genuinely urgent
tone in my voice.

	"Do you think you deserve to be cleaned? Do you think you've
been a good slave, darling John?" Her voice was teasing, taunting,
driving me wild with desire and a deep, yawning urge to bury my hot
cock into any opening she might offer.

	"I've tried to be good, Mistress," I said timidly, not looking
at her. As much as I tried to hold on to my masculinity, I failed. I
really had become this incredibly sexy vixen's slave. At that moment I
knew I would do anything she asked. I'd do it gladly if it meant
sampling her charms. Every nerve ending in my body was on a razor's
edge... her slightest touch, anywhere on my body sent waves of tingles
and goose flesh racing throughout my entire being.

	"Look at me, slave," she commanded.

	I looked into her sparkling hazel eyes and became lost in a
place I never wanted to escape from. I felt as if I were falling into
transparent pools of hazel colored liquid... if she didn't speak soon
I knew I would drown. At the last possible second her voice pulled me
out of her liquid eyes, saving me from being trapped there for
eternity.

	"Yes," she said slowly, "you have been a good slave, an
obedient and tasty slave. You have earned another reward. I will let
it be one of your own choosing. How would you like to be cleaned up
slave?"

	My mind raced with the possibilities. I wanted my cock deep in
her inviting pussy... I also wanted to feel it slide deep into her
throat... I wanted to stuff its entire, throbbing length into her ass,
too. I was so consumed with desire for this creature, I couldn't
speak.

	"Quickly, slave," she purred, "what part of your Mistress do
you want me to clean your beautiful cock and balls with?"

	"It's not a slave's place to choose, Mistress." It was as if
someone else had spoken with my voice. I'd been given the chance to
let my cock explore any part of this luscious body I desired and I
actually said it wasn't my place to choose!

	"Ahhh, my sweet, sexy John slave." She was using that sexy
voice of hers. "You are indeed the perfect slave. You pass each test I
give you." With that she lowered her head and cleaned the cum from my
cock and balls with her luxuriously thick auburn hair. She wrapped my
rigid cock in it and slowly moved it from the base of my shaft to the
tip of its head. It was like pushing my cock through a silken tube...
the sensation was so intense I nearly came again. I gasped from the
pure pleasure of it. I had never imagined, in my wildest fantasies,
that a woman's hair could feel so good!

	When she finally finished cleaning me and lifted her head, I
could see streaks of her hair stuck wetly together with my creamy cum.

	"We're going to have some fun now, slave." She left the bunk
and bent over a carry bag she had brought with her. Again she bent at
the waist, knees straight, giving me a direct view of her glorious
pussy trapped beneath her lacy panties. She took her time rummaging
through the bag, all the while shifting her weight from one leg to the
other. The movement beneath her panties was driving me even deeper
into the depths of sexual desire... and she knew it!

	At long last she stood up and turned to face me. In one hand
she held a small, penis shaped vibrator, in the other was a string of
ten wooden beads, each a quarter of an inch in diameter and spaced two
inches apart on the string. I had heard stories of the beads and how
they were used, but I had never experienced it... my blood raced at
the thought. She approached slowly, her hips undulating, her weapons
in her hands, a wide smile on her face.

	She laid her weapons at the foot of the bed between my legs.
Then she removed the pillow from beneath my head.

	"Lift your ass," she commanded.

	I obeyed. She doubled the pillow and placed it beneath my ass.

	"Relax," she said.

	I tried.

	She retrieved her weapons and positioned herself between my
legs. She switched on the vibrator and put its tip at the base of my
scrotum and moved it slowly upward. The sensations made my cock jump
and wobble uncontrollably.

	After a few minutes she moved it to the base of my cock and
held it there. She lowered her head then and I could feel her warm,
wet tongue licking my ass and poking at my hole. Moaning sounds were
coming from deep within her as she continued to lubricate my asshole
with her warm saliva.

	I jerked my hips upward and tightened my ass muscles when she
attempted to insert the first wooden bead.

	She raised her head and stared at me with those bewitching
eyes.

	"Relax, John," she commanded softly, compassionately,
sensually. "Your Mistress wants you to feel pleasure, not pain."

	"Oh God," was all I could manage to moan.

	She lowered her head again. I loosened my muscles as best I
could and felt the first of ten beads being pushed gently into my ass
by this wildly erotic animal that held me captive.

	"Oooooooh GOD!" I moaned... and with each of the ten beads she
inserted, I moaned the same phrase.

	"How do you feel?" she asked when she had completed her task.

	"Full," I said, "it feels so, so strange." I was breathing
heavily.

	"Don't worry, John. Just relax your muscles, you'll enjoy it
so much more."

	With all the effort I could manage, I concentrated on
relaxing. As I became more and more relaxed, that strange feeling
left me and I felt less full. The sensation actually became pleasant.

	"Yes, John. That's much better," she purred soothingly.

	She put the buzzing vibrator back on my scrotum and rotated it
in tiny circles. Her other hand grasped my throbbing shaft and held it
steady. Then she lowered her head and probed the tiny opening in the
head of my cock with her hot tongue. Indescribable sensations shot
down the length of my tortured cock and raced throughout my body like
an avalanche!

	"I'm going to make you cum in my mouth," she said, moving her
head away from my eager cock. "But I promise you one thing, you'll
experience ecstasy you never thought possible before you do!"

	I had already experienced ecstasy of the magnitude she
described and she hadn't really done anything to me, yet. All of her,
her body, her eyes, her voice, her taunting and teasing were driving
me insane with passion. I wanted to deposit a hot load of liquid deep
within her luscious body and I didn't care where!

	My hips jerked spasmodically when I felt the hot wetness of
her mouth close around the head of my cock... she was still working
the vibrator in tight circles on my scrotum, her other hand
rhythmically squeezing my shaft. Her tongue began moving back and
forth across the opening in my cock... slowly at first then faster and
faster. In a desperate effort to get more of myself inside her, I
pushed upward. She immediately stopped all activity and sat upright,
staring at me with her hypnotic eyes... my steel hard cock was left
bobbing in the air like a drunken sailor, the skin on its head hot,
purple and tight in anticipation.

	"Oooooh GOD! Kate, Mistress... please, don't torture me this
way. I don't know how much longer I can stand it!" My head tossed from
side to side as I spoke. The pressure of the hot fluids trapped inside
my body was becoming painful. I felt if I didn't cum soon I would
explode, flooding the insides of my own body with juices.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Police Citation (FM, bondage) [2/2]
Date: 13 Feb 1996 04:07:16 GMT

			      Citation
			       Part Two

	"Don't?" she asked with authority. "Did my slave actually say
don't to me?" she laughed a wicked little laugh, "Dear slave, you
don't understand do you? You are MY slave, I AM your Mistress. I will
decide what I will and will not do, not you. Your only purpose for
being tonight is to make me happy. Do you understand?"

	"Y-yes, Kate," I said sheepishly, "I will do as you say, it's
just that you're driving me crazy... I can't help it, I just want to
feel all of me deep inside you."

	"Let me hear you beg for it slave," she said tauntingly, eyes
flashing then she licked the underside of my throbbing shaft from base
to tip.

	"OH GOD!" I moaned, my body jerking in response to her tongue.
"You are the perfect Mistress." I was gasping for breath, barely
getting the words out. "You are fair in your punishment and
compassionate in your judgment. Please, Mistress, I beg of you, have
compassion for this unworthy servant... I exist only to give you
pleasure... ummmmm please, allow my fevered and eager cock to explore
the depths of your throat... Oh God, Kate, allow this pitiful slave to
provide you with a warm drink of sweet juices to soothe your burning
throat... please, Kate, I only want to please you... "

	"Oooooh slave!" she purred, her eyes softening with compassion
and just a hint of eagerness. "You have begged so eloquently, how can
I possibly refuse? Besides, I am anxious to taste your cum again. I
have decided to grant your request."

	She put the vibrator back on my scrotum and quickly slid her
hot mouth down the full length of my tormented cock, enclosing it in a
moist, velvety sheath that clung to the contours of my shaft and head
like a glove.

	"Aaaaagggghhhh!" I moaned as the head of my pulsing tube came
to rest at the back of her throat, her soft lips applying
scintillating pressure on the base of my shaft, her silken tongue
moving back and forth on the underside of my cock. Her tongue was
picking up and transmitting the tingling vibration from the machine
pressing against my balls.

	"OH MY GOD! I-I CAN'T STAND IT... IT FEELS SOOOOO WONDERFUL!"
I was moaning and whimpering now, buried to the hilt in her tight
throat... I thought I was going to die!

	She began a slow, steady up and down movement with her head,
animal sounds of her own mingling with mine. My burning cock slid out
to the head then back into that tight sheath to the base of her
throat... faster and faster she moved... my head tossing from side to
side... eyes squeezed tightly shut... sparks of sexual fire exploding
in my brain and showering my entire body with hot pin pricks of
sensual sensation... she continued moving her head up and down... the
pleasure she and the vibrator were giving went far past the concept of
"normal."

	So intense was the pleasure, it bordered on the threshold of
pain... the mechanism in my body that triggers orgasm was frozen
solid... I was lost in a galaxy of pleasure and pain... without orgasm
there could be no way out!

	I can't be sure how long she kept it up. But, if she kept
doing what she was doing I knew the exhilarating intensity of
sensation would never let me cum. She must have read my mind or my
cock or both because she slowed her pace and began working her magic
mouth on the head only, her free hand gripping my shaft and jacking me
off in perfect time with her mouth.

	As suddenly as she had shifted technique, a whole different
wave of sensations rolled in and crashed over my tingling body. The
first warnings of a 10.2 earthquake began rocking my body, it's
epicenter at my throbbing cock.

	The major quake shot throughout my body... stream after stream
of hot cum rocketed into her hungry mouth.

	"OOOOOOH SHIIIIIT!" I screamed, thrusting my hips off the
pillow. She took all of the first load, moaning and making animal
sounds... then she grabbed the string sticking out of my ass and
pulled the first wooden bead across my prostate...

	"OH! OH! OOOOOH MY GOD!" I was screaming in surprise as an
aftershock coursed through my cock producing a second orgasm and a
second flood of hot liquid... she captured it in her mouth and gulped
it down... another pull on the string, another aftershock, another
orgasm, more cum than I ever thought I was capable of producing... my
eyes were wide open, not seeing... my body arched off the pillow...
frozen like a statue... my mouth wide and working... no sound coming
out...

	Still another bead exploding my insides with sensation,
draining me of fluid and still her mouth worked feverishly on my
erupting cock, sucking out the creamy liquid... tongue swirling...
urging me to produce more!

	I came 11 times in the space of two minutes... it seemed like
an eternity, each bead worked its magic on my prostate, each pass
producing an intense, cum gushing orgasm!

	After the last orgasm my body remained frozen in that arched
position, the head of my drained cock still trapped in her mouth...
still pulsating with frequent, non-orgasmic aftershocks... she slowly
inserted the vibrator in my ass... my entire body began to shudder and
collapsed on the bed, quivering and shaking out of control. I was
gasping for breath, trying to gain control of my body... "Oh fuck it!"
I thought and gave myself to the sensations controlling me.

	"Oooooh slave! You have given me a wonderful treat... my
thirst is quenched! But my pussy and my ass need a drink, too!"

	"Noooooo... ," I protested weakly. My mind was telling me my
body was exhausted... drained... used up.

	"Yessss," she purred, "but not until you've rested." She took
a wash cloth from her bag and held it under cold water from the sink.
She wrang it out and, lifting my limp cock delicately with her
fingers, placed the cool, damp cloth on my feverish balls. Then she
released my cock and pulled the remainder of the cloth over it.

	"Aaaaahhh," I sighed, my breathing beginning to return to
normal, "that feels wonderful."

	She reached back into her goody bag and pulled out a banana.
Sitting beside me on the bunk, she peeled it slowly. Everything she
did had an air of sensuality. She tossed the peel in the corner and
held the fruit up delicately in front of my face.

	"We must have nourishment," she said and moved the end of the
banana toward her parted lips. She licked it from mid way to the tip
and let the end slip slowly into her mouth. In the deepest, most
remote places of my being, I felt a weak sexual stirring begin.

	"Ummmmm," she sighed, biting off the tip of the fruit. I
watched in fascination as she chewed and then swallowed it. "It's
good slave, but not as delicious as you!" she laid the banana on my
chest and took her panties off, teasingly, sensually. The sight of her
full, beautiful bush made my heart skip a beat... I couldn't take my
eyes away from it.

	"You like my pussy slave?" she asked tauntingly. She spread
pink and inviting clit lay nestled in her flesh like a precious
cultured pearl. Further down the entrance to paradise lay invitingly
open.

	"Would you like to fuck me slave?" Her eyes were sparkling
again and she began slowly rotating her hips, teasing me with her
waiting pink flesh. "Would you like to put your cock deep in my hot,
wet pussy slave?"

	"OH GOD YES!" My eyes were wide, my throat dry, the sexual
stirring I felt moments before becoming a tornado of destructive
passion and yearning. I felt my balls moving inside my sack and my
limp meat was beginning to stiffen again.

	"Perhaps... perhaps not!" she laughed deep in her throat,
fanning the fires she had started deep within me.

	She turned the banana around and placed the unbitten end
against the entrance to paradise. Leaning back slightly, she pushed
the fruit slowly into her pussy. I watched in a hypnotic trance as the
fruit slid inch by agonizing inch into her moist opening. After
pushing it almost all the way in, she withdrew it, then pushed it in
again, then withdrew it all the way.

	She brought the fruit toward my face, her woman scent mixed
with the smell of the banana made my mouth water. I opened my mouth
wide in anticipation of this delightful treat. She did not disappoint
me... I took a big bite, savoring the mixed flavors. She fed me the
rest of the most delicious fruit I'd ever tasted. I knew deep inside
I'd never be able to look at a banana again without reliving these
moments.

	Back in her goodie bag again, she took out a can of whipped
cream. Shaking the can, she spread her legs once again and sprayed her
entire bush with the fluffy white topping.

	"Time for dessert," she purred and put one knee on each side
of my head, her cream soaked pussy hovering above my mouth. "Bon
appetite," she said and lowered that savory treat to my mouth.

	She didn't have to tell me what to do next. Starting at the
entrance to paradise, I licked the cream from her treasures... she
rocked her hips back and forth to help me, breathing heavily, moaning
and sighing. I licked and slurped and sucked the delicious stuff from
between her pussy lips, from the sides of her legs and her bush.
Another food I would never look at in quite the same way again!

	As the sweet treat vanished, I concentrated my efforts on her
clit. She pressed harder against my mouth, rocking faster and moaning
louder.

	"Ummmmm... yes slave," she sighed, breathing faster. "Eat my
pussy, Ooooooh... take my clit in your teeth, that's it... Oh God Yes!
Bite it yes yes YEESSSSS... a little harder... Oooooh Yeah... now put
your tongue in my hole... Oooooooo Ummmmmmm... yes slave!" she was
rocking faster moving her sweet wet pussy back her nipples and rolling
them back and forth between her fingers. Her head was thrown back and
she began whimpering and moaning louder. The fire that had begun in my
loins was now raging out of control and spread to other parts of my
body... my cock had once again become hard as steel.

	"Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh slave!" she was beginning to
scream in ecstasy... I could feel her thighs quivering against the
sides of my head as she moved her pussy ever faster across my tongue.
She was grinding that magnificent cunt down into my mouth now... each
time her clit came over my tongue, her thighs jerked and I tried to
capture that elusive bud and suck on it, but nothing would stop the
rocking, grinding motion she had begun with her hips.

	"YES YES YES YES!" she chanted, rocking still faster. "OOOH
GOD! OOOH GOD! OOOOOOOOO YEEEEESSSSS!" she was breathing wildly now,
her chest heaving with the labor... her thighs began jerking
uncontrollably... she moved her hands from her breasts to my head.
Taking a handful of my hair with each hand she pulled my face harder
into her soaking wet crotch... suddenly she stopped rocking, her
entire body quivering, she ground her pussy into my face in tiny
rotating circles, pulling my face still harder into her crotch with
her hands. I captured her throbbing clit and closed my lips around
it... applying all the suction I could manage and, at the same time,
nibbled and flicked it with my tongue as hard as I could.

	The quivering in her body turned to a shudder, a loud
shrieking scream tore from her throat... her hips were grinding in
small circles hard against my face forcing her hot, wet pussy even
tighter to my hungry mouth.

	She was climbing to the peak of an orgasmic mountain and I was
doing all I could to help her reach the top. At the peak of her orgasm
she ceased all movement, except for her clit. I could feel it
pulsating in my mouth and continued to nibble and run my tongue
roughly across its tip. Suddenly the scream coming from her throat was
cut off... the shuddering in her body became a heaving of all her
muscles... her clit still pulsating, throbbing in climax! She was
holding her breath... her muscles ceased heaving and tensed like those
of a predator cat ready to pounce... still her clit throbbed and
pulsated between my lips... we were frozen in time like models for a
still life artist... the only movement her clit and my tongue.

	She had reached the peak of the orgasmic mountain and was
taking her sweet time, enjoying the sensations at the top.

	Finally, she began to descend the other side... she finished
the scream... her chest began heaving again desperately sucking in
life giving oxygen... her body began shuddering again... her hips
began rocking back and forth wildly again and her clit continued to
throb as it swept past my tongue. She was taking a roller was hang on
and take the ride with her.

	Slowly, almost imperceptibly, all her movement began to slow.
The closer she got to the base of the mountain, the slower she moved.
Sigh after deep, satisfied sigh came out of her... her hips slowed to
a halt, her clit resting directly on my tongue... it was no longer
throbbing. I licked it gently... she began purring like a cat and ran
her fingers through my hair, soothing the places she had pulled so
hard just moments before.

	"Ummmmmmmmm," she sighed dreamily. "John, that was wonderful."
The masterful tone in her voice had vanished. It was replaced by the
voice of a soft, sensual woman who had set out on an adventure in
mountain climbing, had succeeded and was now relaxing in front of a
cozy fire in a snowed in lodge. "God! Your mouth is fantastic, lover,"
she purred then sighed heavily in contentment.

	"Unghflnnnfggh," I replied, her pussy still resting sweetly on
my mouth.

	"Oops, sorry!" she laughed, and climbed off my face. She
stretched out next to me on the bunk, her body pressing close to mine,
her fingers making little curls with the hair on my chest. She was
looking dreamily into my eyes, her own eyes soft and feeling. They had
lost the sparkle of the Mistress who held me captive and took on the
look of the eyes of a captured dove.

	She ran her hand down my chest and across my stomach to my
cock. She stroked its head gently with her fingers, then gripped it
and squeezed lightly sending shivers through my body.

	As she squeezed my cock she moved her face close to mine, her
eyes searching mine. She lowered her lips to mine in a long,
passionate, deep french... her tongue seeking out mine and playing tag
with it... little moaning sounds coming from her throat. "Oh God!" she
said, her lips still on mine, speaking directly into my mouth, "I want
your hard beautiful cock in my pussy. I want to feel it fill me. I
want it to explode inside of me and flood me with your hot, wonderful
cum."

	She moaned a long, sensual moan into my mouth... I could feel
the vibrations of it on my lips. Her hand began squeezing my cock
tighter and moving slowly up and down the shaft... she let it move
down my cock to my balls and began massaging them gently... cupping
them... scratching the bottom of my sack with her nails... gently
squeezing them. She pressed her mouth tighter against mine and resumed
the passionate kiss of seconds before, all the while doing miraculous
things to my genitals with her talented fingers.

	"Ooooooh," she purred, "Do you want to fuck me, John? Do you
want to feel yourself deep inside me?" Her breathing was becoming more
rapid as was my own. "Do you want to feel my pussy squeeze your
beautiful cock until you can't stand it anymore? Do you want to feel
your hot cum spurt deep inside me? Oh God... PLEASE TELL the passion
of wanting to bury my cock deep inside her.

	"Oh God Yes!" she moaned, "SO DO I!" She got the whipped cream
can and began shaking it. When it was ready she put the nozzle at the
base of my rigid cock and made a complete circle of the sweet cream
from the base of my cock to the top. It looked like I had a hard,
whipped cream cock protruding from my body.

	"Ooooooh," she sighed, "just looking at that makes my pussy
hungry!" she positioned herself over my whipped cream cock, one leg on
each side of my hips, facing me. Slowly, she lowered herself until the
creamy head of my swollen cock barely touched her pussy lips. She was
breathing heavily now, looking down between her legs to position her
juicy pussy just right.

	When the head of my cock was in just the right position, she
lowered her hips a little more, forcing the head of my cock between
the hungry, waiting lips of her unbelievably hot cunt. She locked onto
my eyes with her own. I held my breath in anticipation, afraid to move
for fear she would revert to the slave Mistress and stop.

	"Oooooh God! I've been waiting for this all night!" she
moaned, still suspended above me, just the head of my cock inside her.
I wanted to scream and thrust upward, wanted to shout "ME TOO! SIT
DOWN FOR GOD'S SAKE! COVER MY COCK WITH YOUR HOT PUSSY!" But I
didn't... I just held my breath hoping she would slide down my waiting
pole.

	I didn't have to wait too long. V-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y she
allowed my cock to slip into her hot, hungry pussy. I wanted to
thrust, I wanted to scream, I WANTED TO BURY IT TO THE HILT! The
whipped cream was beginning to melt from the heat of our bodies. I
could feel it sliding down my cock, over my balls and into the crack
of my ass... it was exciting, using the whipped cream for a lubricant,
not that her pussy needed lubricating, it was soaking wet all on its
own... still the thought was erotic and more than just a little
stimulating.

	My cock was about a fourth of the way in... she was squirming
and panting and whimpering. Her thighs were beginning to shake from
the strain of lowering herself so slowly and from anticipation.

	"Ummmmmm... God that feels great!" she purred, still moving
slowly down my rigid cock... one third the way in now... we were both
moaning and panting... half way in... she began to chant "Ooooh Baby!
Ooooh Baby! Ooooh Baby!"... two thirds of my throbbing cock was now
out of sight, concealed within the walls of her tight love tunnel.

	I couldn't contain myself any longer... "OH GOD, KATE!
PLEASE, BURY MY COCK ALL THE WAY! I CAN'T STAND IT... OOOOHHHH MY
GOD!"

	Apparently she couldn't stand it any longer either. Without

	"OH!" she squealed with delight, "Ummmmmmmm, that's
wonderful." She purred, sitting absolutely still, my cock completely
and totally buried inside her.

	At the moment she sat down on my cock, the breath escaped my
lungs and I shouted... "HOLY SHIT! OOOOH GOD YESSSS!"

	Still motionless on top of me, she began rhythmically
contracting and relaxing the muscles inside her hungry pussy. Each
time she contracted those wonderful muscles, squeezing my cock, I
would tighten my sphincter and expand the head of my cock to its
fullest size. We played expand and contract for what seemed like
hours, our eyes locked on one another, just feeling the sensations and
being one with each other.

	"Oooohhh slave," she whispered sexily "you have a very
talented cock. Does it like being in my pussy?"

	"Yes yes, Mistress! It wants to please you and fill you with
its hot load of white liquid."

	"My pussy can hardly wait!" she sighed and began rocking back
and forth with her hips. The motion bent my rigid pole back and forth,
moving it only slightly inside her. Her head was back and she cupped
her breasts with her hands, squeezing them as she continued to rock
back and forth on my burning cock.

	After awhile, she leaned forward, pressing her breasts against
my hairy and heaving chest... her lips found mine and we kissed
passionately. I longed for my hands to be free so I could fondle her
breasts and grab her ass cheeks.

	While she lay on my chest, I began a slow thrusting motion
with my hips, driving my cock slowly in and out of the hot, velvety
tunnel that held it prisoner. She began moaning softly into my mouth
and I into hers, our tongues still locked in a battle for dominance.

	As I thrust in and out of her hot pussy, she began moving her
hips from side to side. Her motion combined with mine caused my
thrusting cock to scrape one side lining of her tight love tunnel,
then the other... it was a completely new sensation to me and it was
bringing me to the base of my own orgasmic mountain!

	"Ahhhh yes, fuck me baby!" she moaned into my mouth. "Ram that
hard cock into me... deeper, Oooooh yes, that's it... it feels so
wonderful I want you to push it all the way through me!"

	The way she moaned those words of passions directly into my
mouth was helping me, pushing me, to the first ledge of my mountain.
The silky wet walls of her pussy working wonders on the sensitive head
of my pulsing cock!

	"God, baby, you're sooo good! So tight... so hot... so wet!" I
breathed the words into her mouth.

	She put her hands on my chest and pushed herself to an upright
position and, using the muscles in her legs began lifting herself up
and down on my rigid cock. Faster and faster she went, like a novice
rider on a galloping horse. With each bounce, my throbbing whimpered
and I sighed "OH GOD! OH GOD!" Faster and faster she bounced, tossing
her head from side to side, beginning a low volume chant of "FUCK ME!
FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" That became louder the faster she moved.

	She was moving at a furious pace now, with each downward
plunge she made, little bits of whipped cream splashed out from
between us, covering my chest and her inner thighs.

	"OOOOOHHHH GOD YES!" she screamed, reaching a quick and
violent orgasm that made her body shudder. As she came, I began
thrusting my hips upward and letting them fall, then up again, lifting
her weight, helping her fuck herself into oblivion. "CUM CUM CUM...
YES YES YES... OOOH OOOH OOOH," she was screaming as orgasmic
sensations raced through her body.

	When her orgasm subsided, she slowed her pace until she came
to a stop sitting on my still rock hard cock. My hips were squirming
beneath her in passion, my own moaning and whimpering becoming
louder... "Ohhhhh noooo, please, don't stop now... Oh God... "

	"Don't worry, lover, we're not through yet," she purred. Then
she stretched her legs out in front of her and rotated her body so her
back was to my face. Never once coming close to losing the cock buried
deep in her hot pussy. The sensation of her turning sent a chill
through my entire body!

	She reached down between my legs and began raking her
fingernails along the underside of my balls. "OOOOOHHHH SHIIIIT!" I
cried out in total surprise at both what she was doing and the
sensations it caused. Her knees under her once again, she began that
slow up and down movement with her body. Every few strokes she would
pause with my cock almost all the way out, then move her hips from
side to side and slowly slide back down over my hard and hot cock, all
the while scratching and squeezing and massaging my balls gently,
seductively. My breathing became more rapid as I quickly approached
the second ledge on my orgasmic mountain! I felt lost on that mountain
and was thankful to have a guide like her showing me the way to the
top!

	"Yes baby, fill me with that hot cock of yours!" she moaned,
"I love it deep inside me... Ooooh yes, it fills me up soooo much... I
want your cum to wash every bit of my pussy... I want to feel it
splashing hot against my walls... I want to hear you moan as your cum
gushes out of your hot cock and floods deep into me... Ummmmmm!" Her
words were making my cock even harder than it was... I didn't know how
that could be possible but it was happening. that feeling I get when
I know I'm going to last a long time. For the time being I was lost in
the sensual, tingling feelings her hot pussy was imparting to my cock.

	She worked her body feverishly on my erect pole, speeding up
her pace, then slowing down... shifting positions slightly, each time
bringing me to new heights of ecstasy... and all the while stroking,
scratching and squeezing my balls. In the next half hour she came
twice, each more powerful than the one before. With each orgasm her
fingernails dug into the flesh of my thighs and her screams of passion
pierced the very essence of my soul. Tiny beads of sweat had broken
out on her body and her breathing was becoming labored. Still she
continued, working her wet pussy all over my throbbing hot cock.

	As she was approaching her fourth orgasm her buildup to it was
so raw, so animalistic that my balls began to tingle wildly. The first
warning that I was approaching the peak of my mountain. She pumped so
hard and so fast, and squeezed my cock with her pussy so tightly I
began to go insane with passion. With each foot of height I gained on
my upward climb, she matched me in intensity and abandonment. We both
began grunting and moaning, pounding our genitals together
mercilessly. My legs began to go numb as the tingling spread
throughout my body. I could feel my balls swell slightly prior to
releasing their heavy load.

	At that instant I thought it would be impossible for either of
us to get any more wild than we were... I was wrong! As we approached
orgasm her hand pulled my ball sack gently, the other drew blood from
my thigh. We were both screaming between labored breaths... our bodies
writhing wildly trying to tear one another apart with pure animal
lust.

	As my heavy balls exploded their load through my seminal
vesicles, I thrust upward with all my strength, burying my spurting
cock deeper into her greedy pussy than it had ever been. She screamed
in a mixture of pain and pleasure and ground her hips downward
impaling her pulsating pussy even further on my exploding cock.

	It's hard to describe the sounds, the sensations, the
movements of our bodies and the punishment we inflicted on one another
during our simultaneous orgasm. I only know her screams of passion
were equal to my own, the intensity of her orgasm matched by mine and
the pure animal lust that flooded over us was shared equally. I don't
know how long we were lost in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy... it
just seemed to go on and on... I felt as if every ounce of fluid was
being sucked from my entire body by her gripping, hungry pussy. My
balls were so drained they began to ache and still our bodies were
tangled and thrusting in an animalistic frenzy, each attempting to
best the other. I wanted to be lost in this wild abandon forever... to
be washed away in a flood

	I'm not sure quite how it ended. All I remember is our bodies
collapsing in an exhausted heap. My cock was still deep within her but
there was no feeling, no sensation. Her fabulous pussy had literally
stripped the nerve endings from my body and devoured them.

	There was more deliriously sensual sex between us that night.
We came again and again... she used the beads on me twice more that I
can remember... it could have been more. I never dreamed I could cum
so many times in such a short span of time, but her body and
imagination did things to me that had never been done to me before.

	I remember at about three in the morning she released me from
my bonds. We experimented with every imaginable position... before we
were finished my cock had explored every possible opening in her body
and deposited it's creamy cargo within them all.

	At six o'clock a travel alarm in her goody bag went off. At
the time we lay exhausted in one another's arms, caressing and
frenching deeply, passionately.

	"Oh damn," she muttered at the sound of the alarm and got up
to turn it off. "Well, John, slave, lover. Your sentence has been
carried out and I hereby set you free."

	We dressed in silence. She in her uniform, me in my Levis and
sweat shirt. I didn't want this wild sexual animal to walk out of my
life, but I didn't know what to say.

	"Would you like to come home with me? I'll make you a great
breakfast." She must have read my mind.

	"I'd love to, Kate," I said softly.

	She took me to my car and I followed her home.

	As she put her key in the front door it swung open, a stunning
brunette standing in the doorway.

	"John," Kate said, "I'd like you to meet my roommate
Kimberly."

	"Hi, Kimberly," I said, my hand on Kate's ass.

	"Oooooh Hi John," she purred, her deep green eyes sparkling
with sexual energy. Kate gave me a seductive little wink, a huge smile
on her face
