This is a work of erotic fiction. This work may contain description of sexual intercourse between consenting adults, non-consenting adults, adults and children (both consensual and non-consensual). If you are turn off but such works, leave now. 

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The Writing of an Erotic Novel

Shaheen was going through my latest manuscript, her skirt was pulled up at her waist and her panties lay at her feet. Her thighs were spread and her fingers played at her cunt. I was allowed to watch but not touch, so I sat across the room on a chair and massaged my balls and penis through my shorts at the sight of this gorgeous woman masturbating while reading the fifteenth chapter of my erotic novel, "The Slave Trainer". It was a tale about a man who was a professional trainer of sex slaves. I had never tried my hand at a full length novel until Shaheen put the idea into my head. 

I am Shaheen's tenant, have been for the past three years. For the better part of those three years we had nothing much to give or take from each other. But it all changed when a notebook of mine fell into her hands by mistake. It was a collection of erotic stories that I had written as a pastime. She kept the book for a couple of days and returned it to me after having read all the stories. 

When she came and returned the book to me I was all flustered and embarrassed but she put me at ease and told me that I was good and that she would love to read any more stories that I may write. So it came to pass that I would write a story and then give it to her before uploading it to a site that hosts adult fiction. She would provide me with valuable comments about how good the story was and whether my judgment of the female reaction to situations was correct or not. Usually she would come and sit on my bed and read and pass her judgment. But all that changed one day when one of the stories really for to her and she masturbated for the first time in front of me. The scene had been so erotic that I had masturbated watching her.

After we were done she told me that I was not to ever think of touching her but that she did not mind me watching her masturbate or me masturbating in front of her. Although torturous I agreed to her conditions. Today I played with my penis and imagined how it would be to be inside her and squirt my sperm in her cunt. All these thoughts excited me and soon I was spilling my sperm on the floor which she would as usual clean up before she left.

"Do you really think that a woman would be in a constant state of arousal if you put a rubber band around her clit and made her spend the day like that?" she asked just as I has finished.

"You tell me", I shot back.

"I really don't know, theoretically it sounds fine, but…" she trailed off.

"Well then why don't you try it and tell me" I said.

She thought about it and finally said, "Okay, before you leave for work tomorrow put a band on my clit and go, I don't think I can do it myself."

We left it at that and she cleaned my sperm from the floor and left my room.

It was a torturous night as I tossed and turned yearning for the day to come soon.

The next morning after breakfast she brought me a tiny rubber band and asked me to put it on her clit. She sat on the couch and put her legs over either hand rests so that her cunt was exposed to me. I began with my fingers, playing at her cunt trying to get her clit to stand out but it refused. So I began to lick and then when I got it to stand a bit I sucked on it till it stood out against the pink backdrop of her vagina. Then I took the band and slipped it over her clit. As it tightened around her most sensitive part she groaned a sigh of pleasure.

"Now remember, don't use panties" I said as I left the house with a huge hard on which I somehow felt would refuse to leave me for the day.

If the night had been long the day seemed endless. Many is the time I reached for the telephone but restrained. In the evening I rushed home. I opened the door and searched the house but she was not to be found. After about half an hour she returned,  from the bags in her hand I knew that she had been out shopping. She had on a short skirt that just covered her cunt and butt and a tight t-shirt. Her nipples pushed at the fabric and I knew that she wasn't wearing any underclothes. My penis just grew larger if that was possible. She rushed into the house, dropped the bags, lay on the floor and screamed, "Fuck me!"

Her legs were spread up in the air and so I could see that her clit was inflamed and torturously sensitive. I pulled down my pants and was on her in a jiffy. I eased my penis into her and even before I was completely in she groaned her first orgasm. I lay above her without moving to let her recoup from that one. Once she was breathing normally again I began to move in and out of her. She was mewing like a contented kitten and by the twentieth stroke she had her next orgasm. The power of this one was so huge that she screamed. I still don't know how I held my sperm back. 

I rested once again and when she was through I began to move again. This time by the third stroke her breath became shallow and as her orgasm hit her I poured my sperm into her wet and dripping cunt. I pumped a load in to her and then rolled off.

"Get that thing off me, I am dying of pleasure", she cried. She was actually weeping.

I spread her legs and getting hold of the band, which was tough since the thing was slick with her juices, ripped it off. She screamed and rolled away, her thighs held together in a vice like grip. I thought I'd hurt her and when I went to help her I realized that she was in the throes of yet another orgasm.

This one lasted quite sometime as she screamed and thrashed about on the floor. When she was through she turned around on her back and spreading her legs lay there open and bare. I reached out and massaged her aching cunt and she lay there breathing as if she had been just pulled out of the pool as she was drowning.

"That was the most amazing day I ever spent", she said panting. "From now on I would like you to try everything you write on me. The reactions of your women just don't match the actual thing. So I guess you should try your thoughts on me and then write about it. What was supposed to happen in the next chapter?" she asked.

"Well, the master has a 1 gram weight hung on her bound clit for the day and she has to go through the day as if nothing were wrong", I told her.

"I can't wait for tomorrow", she said and then reached out and kissed me. Then she whispered, "Fuck me".


