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Mike And His Horny Mistress – Bitch In Heat !

Mike And His Horny Mistress – Bitch In Heat ! Who is the sex slave now mm…

View Author’s Copyright Information The feel of his tongue is sublime and I gasp in shock at his skill as he licks my clit.

It s sensitive after just cumming, but I do not stop him, it s too damn good.

I m unsteady, so I have to cling onto his hair to keep from falling over, closing my eyes and tipping back my head so nothing distracts me from this; nothing at all.

Is this really happening? Did I knock myself out at some point? Am I losing it? Needing a second of clarity, Are you really here?” I ask.

He looks up at me, that delicious face of his covered in pussy juice and good enough to eat.

“Yes Mistress.” My pussy contracts as he mewls the word, it purrs off his tongue as he buries his head between my thighs again, his tongue delivering long slow licks, before he sucks my clit into his mouth.

Grabbing his hair with renewed vigor.

Sweet Jesus,” I mutter.

Whoa! He is amazing.

With a wicked glint in his eyes, flicking my clit hard with the tip of his tongue.

“Does Mistress like?” he asks.

I nod.

“Mistress loves” The way he calls me Mistress has my insides melting.

His voice, his face, his body, everything about him is so sexy.

My hearts pounding, my legs are shaking, and my breaths heaving; I am so turned on I think I might ignite.

“Mistress has a beautiful pussy,” he growls sexily.

Oh, god! Keep calling me Mistress, it s so fucking hot, I m going to melt any second.

I gasp.

His releases his grip from around my legs, tracing his fingers up the inside of my thigh until he reaches my pussy, looking up at me and smiling as he pushes a finger inside, and then another.

His fingers are huge, they fit snug inside.

He practically lifts me off the floor as he fucks me with his fingers, his lips and tongue seeking my clit hungrily, much harder and faster than before, and so good it s almost painful.

With his free hand he reaches up to tweak a nipple.

I cannot even make a sound as he delivers such sweet pleasure; it s almost torture.

My whole body tenses and then releases, tenses and then releases, my head swimming and unable to comprehend what he s doing exactly, but its amazing.

I have such a deep yearning inside of me; it completely takes over everything else.

I want this man inside me.

Shocking him and myself, “I need your cock!” I shout.

He blinks as he emerges from between my thighs.

“Mistress is not enjoying that?” I am incredulous as I answer him.

“Are you kidding me? Of course I am, but I NEED your cock in my mouth – RIGHT NOW!” He stands, but seems reluctant.

“Didn t you hear me, bitch? I want to suck it, don t disappoint me.” He unzips and pulls out his cock, and I feel my insides contract with excitement like a kid at Christmas.

He whispers, “Yes Mistress.” Oh, it s so fine and my God, it is HUGE! I fall to my knees, running my hands up his thighs and across his arse as I eye his cock.

“Mistress should not be on her knees” I grin as I lean in and lick my lips.

“Oh yes she should.” His heads dripping with pre-cum and I lap at it gently, swirling my tongue over the tip, before sucking his cock into my mouth.

He tastes so good my mouth waters and dribbles onto his cock, I pull out and lick down the shaft, inhaling the salty musk of his balls before I suck them into my mouth one by one, tugging the skin and digging my nails into his arse.

He sighs, running his fingers through my hair.

“Oh, Mistress” I want to devour this man, every single inch of him.

Fuck! He is driving me crazy.

I am so fucking horny I cannot contain my grin as I work on his head again, swirling my tongue, lapping the tip, sucking him into my mouth.

It s not easy to fit his shaft in, my lips feel like they are going to split and I get lockjaw almost immediately – but like I care.

I shake my head from side to side to gently allow him further down my throat, and he groans as he grabs the back of my head and starts to fuck my mouth.

I gag with every stroke, my eyes streaming, but he s so delicious I just want to do it for him, I don t even care that it hurts.

His eyes are closed, his face full on concentration, his balls contracting as I reach up to rake my nails over them, but he stops suddenly, pulling away and falling to his knees in front of me.

“Mistress I m so sorry I don t know what came over me, please forgive me.” I m confused.

“Forgive you for what?” He doesn t answer.

“For what bitch? You may speak.” “For fucking Mistress mouth.

That was unacceptable and without permission.” I stand and his huge eyes follow me up, staring at me with a look I recognize, it s a look I would give.

I really do have the power here.

He really does want to submit to me.

I grab his chin, pulling his head towards me, savoring my pussy on his lips as we kiss, soft at first, but then deep and hard, our tongues in perfect synchrony.

I realize I m sighing with need as we kiss again.

I m shocked with myself when I pull away and slap him hard across the face, shouting, “That s for fucking my throat.

You get a one-time pass, but so help you you d better not do it again.” I slap him again.

He doesn t even flinch, despite the fact it leaves a red stain across his cheek.

“And that s just because I wanted to slap you.

You like that bitch?” “Yes Mistress.” “You like being my slutty little whore?” “Mm mm,yes Mistress.” Oh, fuck that makes me so wet.

“Then show me your appreciation.

Fuck me.” I squeal as he scoops me up off the floor as if I m a feather.

Stumbling as he crosses the floor and slams me up against the wall, and I feel his cock against my pussy lips.

Wait,” I gasp “In my wallet Mistress,” He signals to his jeans pocket and I lean down to reach in, pulling out his wallet and feeling around.

I find the condom stuffed in the back, and toss the wallet on the floor as I tear the packet open with my teeth.

I wank his cock, pulling back the foreskin fully, before sliding the condom over the tip and unrolling it down his cock.

He sighs.

“Such a shame to cover you big guy,” I whisper, “But until I know for sure” He doesn t let me finish, his tongue searching out the corners of my mouth as he fingers my hair.

I feel his cock at the entrance to my pussy, and I feel myself twitch with anticipation.

He looks down at me for just a few seconds, but it feels like eternity.

I can hear his breath and feel his heart beating in his chest as I place my hand over it, and we just stare at each other forever.

I m not sure I ve ever been so excited in my life as right now, those few fleeting seconds before I feel his cock sliding into me, the muscles of his body pressing up against mine, his arms holding me tight, and his breath on my ear as he whispers, “Thank you, Mistress.” Oh, hell no, thank you, I think to myself.

He leans down so we can kiss as we fuck, and I close my eyes.

It s not frantic, even though it could be.

Fuck I d let him pound the shit out of me right now, but somehow this feels right, just to have him slowly sliding his cock into me, every stroke like heaven.

I feel every inch of his cock as he stretches me, fucking me completely, so very completely.

His lips tight on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his cock so deep inside until it feels it belongs there.

Slowly we fuck against the wall.

It s freezing against my shoulders, but his arms protect the rest of my back.

I grip around him with my thighs, stretching up so I can wrap my arms around his neck as we kiss harder, all the while slowly fucking.

I cannot believe how good it feels.

He pushes up a little harder now, I pull away from his mouth and gasp, and he s watching me with those beautiful eyes, bending his knees so he can push up harder, his jeans still around his ankles.

It makes me smile and he smiles back when I bite my lip and curl my head into his chest.

He moves his hand to my neck, cradling me to him, and I realise he must be holding me with one arm now.

Fuck, he s strong.

His cocks so delicious as it slides in and out, the biggest I ve ever had, the movement unbalancing us, but causing his body to bang against my clit.

“There,” I yell, “Oh fuck me there, oh sweet…” He smiles again as I look up at him and my pussy contracts so hard I cum without any warning.

I blink frantically as the sensations consume my whole body, making me shiver.

I have never cum from a slow fuck before, but that was something else.

He might be my bitch, but every single bit of me belongs to him right now.

My mouth falls open in a long sigh.

My pussy contracting around his cock, probably the only signal he has had, that I have just had the most amazing orgasm ever.

I feel my eyes well up in tears as he pushes up hard, crushing my body to his as he cums too.

What I would not give to feel his spunk in me, but even with the condom on, I could feel his cock pulsing in my pussy, which is clamping down like a vice and we both keep still until our breath slows.

Were both grinning as I push my hand up his t-shirt, feeling his tight body for the first time.I gulp.

I could stay there all day, just looking into his eyes, but I do not resist as he lifts me off him and lowers me to the floor.

How I am standing, I have no idea.

I am like the cat that has had the cream as he removes the condom and chucks it in the bin, before pulling up his jeans and tucking his cock away, glancing at me all the time and grinning back.

He whispers to me as he brushes hair out of my face, holding out my coat and helping me into it.

“I m sorry Mistress,” “What on earth for?” “You never gave me permission to cum.” I giggle, “Then you ll just have to make it up to me next time.” “Yes Ma am.” Continue reading Suspended ! Mouth and Pussy Fuckers Part Two…

The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 5

The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 5 Janice reveals the power of submissiveness to me.

Janice looked at me and said, “Will you help me shave my pussy?” I had just seen my sister bent over a wooden chair and fucked hard after being spanked and my mind was reeling.

I’d pulled my hand out of my crotch before either of them had noticed it and now I was horny as a goat and stunned at how she and my brother-in-law had acted in front of me.

Now she was on her knees on the carpet naked while I sat in a comfy chair in their living room.

“Um, what just happened?”, I asked.

“I got what I desired.” “You desired to strip in front of me, get spanked and get er…

penetrated in front of me?” “The word you were looking for is ‘fucked’, Geri.

You can say it.

We’re both big girls now.

And yes to all you said.

You noticed that I offered to wear the collar freely didn’t you?” “Yes, Janice, but I don’t understand why.

You used to be so feminist and what I just saw sets women’s rights back 100 years.” “That had nothing to do with women’s rights and everything to do with having a working relationship with my man.

Charles would defend my rights as vigorously as his own and he would not deny me any right that he claimed for himself.

It took some hard work to break him of the habit of ignoring my bad behavior.

Now I can use bad behavior and submissiveness as ways to get my desires fulfilled.

The women’s rights movement can kiss my happy ass if they expect me to give back what I’ve gained by wearing a collar.” “This seems all backwards.

It seems to me like you only lose by being a slave and letting Charles be so selfish.” “I know this might be hard to understand, Geri, but you’ve got it backwards.

The dominant person in a relationship will either fulfill the needs of the submissive person or the relationship will fall apart.

The slave must only do what it takes to earn the fulfillment of her needs.” “Wow! This is too much.

You’re saying that by wearing that collar, you have as much control over Charles as he has over you?” “Yes.

Charles controls the course of events, but I put the events on the menu.

I earned that spanking by disobeying an order that I planned to follow anyway.

Charles knew that I wanted to shave my pussy and that I wanted him to order me to do it.

The dominant person learns what orders the slave needs to hear.

He alsounderstood that not shaving after he ordered me to meant that I also desired a spanking.

We both know that a spanking will get both of us very horny, so we had great sex because he gave me the spanking that I earned.

Clear?” “I’m gonna have to mull that over in my mind for a while.

But I don’t understand why you have to shave your, um…” “The word is pussy, Geri.

Pusssss-eeeeee.

You can say it.

And I don’t have to shave it, but we’ll keep coming back to what I told you before, Charles can’t control what turns him on, but by doing what turns him on, I can get my desires fulfilled.

It’s the same reason women dress in what I call slutwear.

Because it works.” This is give and take stuff.

I used to be a taker.

I demanded what I wanted and I was never satisfied and I always acted as if my way was the only way and I didn’t need to put out anything to get it.

Charles walked out that door once and he was ready to never look back.

He gave up on ever being able to please me.

I had to rearrange my definition of what pleased me and I had to make it possible for him to please me and I had to earn his respect by making damn sure that I was giving him what he desired while getting what I desired.

My desire is for flattering attention and good sex.

You saw me get both tonight.

I thought you were going to cum right along with us.” “Oh geez.

I didn’t think you saw that.

It was just so hot watching his…

thing go in and out of you.” “It’s called a cock, Geri.

You can say that too.

One day, when you write and post the story of your first sexual experiences, these words will be the staples of the story.

So try it.” “His…his cock.

It was making your insides come out a little when he pulled it out and making your outsides go in a little when he pushed it in.

And it was so wet!” “You should see what happens with a really big cock.

But that’s for some other time.

In the meantime, will you help me shave? I always seem to miss a few hairs.” “Sure, I’ll help.” I was curious about how she would look shaved as smooth as some of the women in the photos on the website.

Sis got some supplies and I watched as she shaved her freshly fucked pussy.

When she thought she was done she gave me the razor and asked me to look it over closely and carefully and to shave off any hair she missed.

It was so weird seeing her all spread out and seeing her asshole and everything.

It felt even more weird to touch her so intimately as I shaved off the few spots she had missed.

I was pushing my thumb near the top of her slit to stretch the skin out for better shaving when I felt a pea sized hard little bump slip under her folds.

I rolled my thumb back across it twice to make sure it was really there.

“Hey!” she said with a laugh, “You’re getting a little personal there.

If you keep that up, you’ll have to keep that up a while longer.” “Is that your clitoris?” I asked.

“It’s so much smaller than mine.” “Well, they’re like cocks.

They come in all sizes, but I think mine is pretty typical.” After I finished making her all smooth, she told me that a “smoothie” would make a nice touch for my little schoolgirl look.

“We can take before and after pics and you can post them to your profile so that only your friends can see.

You can also save the most intimate pics to send directly to special friends.

And if you don’t like it or if you find a lover who likes you hairy, you can just grow it back.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to be smooth shaven, but then I realized that Charles would be able to tell it was me if I still had hair and his wife didn’t.

I was hoping to get another night of sleepy-time sex with him.

So I pulled off my shorts and granny panties and after she took a few pics, I started shaving off my bush.

She took pics all along and when I was done, Janice found lots more places to shave on me than I did on her.

When she saw my clit, she said, “Wow, that really is big.

It’s like a little dick.

Do you frig it with one finger or pull it with two fingers?” “Now who’s getting personal? Actually, I do both,” I said with an embarrassed smile.

My clit protrudes from my pussy lips when I’m aroused and tucks in out of sight when I’m not.

The tip swells to about the size of a marble.

I didn’t know I had one more thing that made me not normal until I saw so many explicit pussy pics.

Sis wasn’t shy about touching me as she carefully shaved all the spots I missed.

When she smeared a little shave cream around my asshole, I let a moan slip out.

When she was done, she wiped me with a wet cloth and then rubbed baby oil all over.

It felt great, especially when she rubbed a little on my asshole and I moaned again.

My clit was full size from all the stimulation she was giving me and when I saw her pretty nipples so close as she was finishing up the oil rub, something came over me and I reached up and touched one.

She froze and I was afraid I was making her angry, but I looked at her face and saw this dreamy smile so I reached for the other one with my other hand.

I started to pinch and tug them like I did with mine when I masturbated.

The next thing I knew, she had her face buried in my smooth crotch and her tongue was sliding into my hole.

I pushed my hand against her forehead and said, “Janice, we’re sisters!” She looked up at me with her “I’m being naughty, wanna play?” face and said “Why should lesbian sex be limited to women who aren’t related? It’s not like we’ll be contaminating the gene pool.” Then she brushed one finger against my asshole and all of my resistance evaporated.

Soon she was sucking and licking my clit while two fingers were thrusting in and out of my ass.

Her face was getting totally coated with my juices and her other hand was up my shirt tweaking one of my tiny hard hairy nipples.

The orgasm that had been building all day pounced on me like a tiger and my sister’s face rode my crotch like a rodeo cowboy as I shook and shuddered beneath her while her tongue and lips brought me the soul-wrenching release that I have since learned only a woman’s mouth can provide.

Janice took a few more photos of my slick puffy-lipped pussy afterward, the first few with her fingers still in my ass.

I didn’t know what the protocol was for returning the favor after your sister just gave you the first and therefore best cunnilingus of your life, but Sis had definitely earned the best I could offer.

“Ummmm, your turn?” I asked.

Continue reading The Flight of the Ugly Swan — Chapter 4

Furry pussy…

Furry pussy…

We weren’t married very long before I realised my wife was a really horny bitch.

When I say horny, I had the feeling one cock Mine! wasn’t going to satify her.

What she didn’t know was, I had a requirement that could meet both our needs.

I desired to watch her being fucked by another cock! Of course she had no idea of this! This day.

A fine warm summer’s day.

As I generally done gardening while she sat watching and without me noticing, she had left her chair and reappeared in what I would describe as tennis shorts.

Short and very wide legged Added to this was a black loose fitting sweatshirt top] – Now sitting again, I couldn’t help but notice her hardened nipples were lifting the material from her breasts like two peaks.

The smile at her lips clearly indicating that the effect she desired was working as she saw my lingering stare! – Pulling my eyes away before I done myself an injury with the secateers, – not satisfied at my response, on glancing again she now had placed her thighs in such a position that a clear shadow of upper thigh without panty’s was on display.

Intent on not taking her bait, I again continued what I was at until scintillatingly her hand arrived at my shorts and reached around like a serpent to grip my now half hardon.

“Ah! See! It is effecting you, you lying toad! – I knew it was! – holding me tightly from behind, With those hardened nipples trying to pierce me “You know I need you, can’t you leave this for now?” She was hot, I knew that! While at that very moment a blessing arrived in the form of my mate.

- Reluctantly easing away from my back as he unclipped the rear gate, – “Hey, you two! Guess you’ve got time for this survivor!” – My wife…

“Survivor? What’ve you survived? You only live just there!” – she randomnly indicated – “Starvation of course.

Ha! Ha!” – “Sure you look starved you fat old sod!” – “Not fat molly! Muscle – see, feel there, that’s muscle” – “Bugger off you dirty sod, I know what that is and I’m damn well not feeling anything, least of all that!” “Go and sit down wench, while I speak to your boss here!” – Oh shit! He’s on the bum for something! – “Hey Les, think we could get that wench here to make us coffee’s?” – me now – “Away woman and do as we desire” – With a rude gesture, a flip of the back of the loose legged shorts off she went.

the short thing she knew perfectly well that this flipped her ass into view up to the half moons of her cheeks.

- “Christ Les, forgive me but she’s a hot one, how do you cope?” – earlier, at times I’d let this mate know she was hot…

all in my plan He looked at me as I just said, – “Be my guest, try your luck, she’s panting at the mo’ – I’d have sorted her, but you came thro’ the gate!” – he looked doubtful at whether I meant what I’d said.

- A yelp now from inside – “Shit! Shit! Oh Fuck!” – Grinning, “See, she’s calling for it!” I grinned.

- Trying to be casual, he sauntered towards the back door, then thro’ it – “Its alright now its sorted!” – Matey didn’t re-appear tho’ – leaving them for about 5 minutes, I quietly headed towards the back door…

“Shh! No! That’s tickling” – Spying on them, unsurprisingly, my wife’s breasts were exposed and my mate was handling them, well tickling them with his tongue actually “What if my Les?…

‘Shh! He won’t, come on’ – MMM!” – Ping! My cock ramped up at this sight! – Matey was not only doing the tit thing, his hands were busy exploring the looseness of the shorts and it was clear he had at least some fingers at her vagina lips.

- “SHH! That’s tickling even more!” – I watched as he lowered his zip and brought out his weapon – “And that, is it tickling as well?” – “Yes! No! We can’t” – His stiffness slid at her thigh and up the loose leg towards her cunt.

Then her knees flexed as he’d no doubt touched her cunt with it.

- “No, He’ll catch you!” She hadn’t a clue about our conversation just minutes earlier no more than my mate hadn’t that I intended watching him fucking her – Finding it difficult to suckle at her and fuck her all-at-the-same-time he left the tits and took two handfuls of her ass cheeks up the back of her shorts.

The result was her belly against his as he shoved up inside her slit.

- “Not inside! No,not in me, he’ll catch us!” – to late for that, he was now fucking at her for all he was worth and inadvertently she reacted now by fucking back on his cock.

My sperm oozed from my own cock at the site of this and I nearly gave myself away grunting at the sensation! “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh fuck its making me cum!” – No vocal response from my mate as his ass said it all now.

He had her pinioned against the sink as he shot a full load deep inside Molly.

They clung like leeches as their mutual orgasm subsided until his wet slippery cock came out and down from the shorts.

- “That coffee, he’ll be wondering where its got too!” – I jumped in now – “Hey you two! Where’s my coffee then? It’ll be going cold by now!” My wife noticably clamped her thighs together Probably thinking his spunk may drip down from her cunt in front of me while matey turned unobtrusively away as he zipped up.

I think he caught a few pubes in doing so,as his ass jerked.

- “I had to sort that little problem you heard me shout about, I’ll do it right now!” – Lying wench! I thought.

Up the back a while after.

- “You got her then!” – Reluctant to respond – “I wanted too!” – I couldn’t contain it “I watched you, you cunt! …

how did you find her?” – “Fuck man, how do I answer you, you fucker…

You had this all planned I bet! – Well yeah.

She was as juicy as fuck and raring for the cock…

you know the rest!” – “I could make this a habit for us,how do you reckon that then?” – “I reckon that mate!” – He then noticed my cum had soaked through my shorts but said nothing.

“Coffee.

Come and get it you two!” – We gave each other a knowing look and was he thinking what I was? – COME AND GET IT YOU TWO!!

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Once It's Over

Once It’s Over An anthem for the broken-hearted.

View Author’s Copyright Information I was a nothing For you, Perhaps a stone.

Slate for you to tread upon Through your journey to places unknown.

Your feet scuffed at my surface, And your weight pushed me further into mud In the rolling river you were crossing As you arrogantly assumed my love.

but I still gave it.

I was a something A face not yet nearly worn, Now something you will easily discard As you enthusiastically move on.

When you ve taken all I’ve offered And I can no longer give you more, I become a nothing.

For you ..

.a stepping stone.

One Devilish Bitch

One Devilish Bitch A sexy cop punishes me for speeding.

I realize that this story is totally unrealistic, but it is one of my fantasies so I thought I would share it with everyone.

I was driving home from my college and the route took me on a back road through the woods.

No one was on the road, so I was going about fifteen miles over the speed limit.

I mean c mon, 25mph on a fairly straight road with no one else driving, ridiculous I know.

Anyway, I was speeding and wouldn t you know it.

A cop was sitting on this back road just waiting for someone like me.

The red and blue lights started flashing behind me.

Damnit, I said to myself under my breath.

I pulled over to the side of the road and the officer walked up to my door.

I think my jaw dropped, but I m not really sure because my brain stopped working momentarily.

This was not a fat man eating doughnuts.

This was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

I was staring at a beauty with dark brown hair, gray eyes and big full lips.

I was having trouble deciding which aspect of her enchanting face I liked best when I noticed her bra busting tits straining her uniform.

Uniforms turn me on like no other, and this fit her like a glove.

Dare I say she was devilish in her appearance, and I could tell she was used to the power her body had over men.

She looked like the many porn stars in cop uniforms I had watched, except that I was seeing her in the flesh.

Her voice snapped me out of my trance.

Sir do you realize you were going 40 in a 25 zone? Fuck me, even her voice was sexy.

Yes officer I m really very sorry I groveled like a love sick puppy.

Well sorry isn t going to get you off this ticket that you re getting.

She snapped back.

Then I started to get scared.

I didn t have the money to pay for a ticket, and I sure as hell didn t want to have to ask my parents for money when I got home.

That would most likely gain me an hour long responsibility speech.

I certainly didn t want that.

Oh please officer, I really can t afford a ticket right now, I said sounding like a sixteen year old girl trying to get out of her first ticket.

Don t give me that act.

You know what you were doing now accept your punishment.

She said.

OK, I said dejected.

Now get out of the car and put your hands on the hood! She yelled.

What the fuck!? Why? I asked.

Do it now or I m bringing you in! She said with the force of a woman who knows the power she possesses.

OK, OK I said and got out my car.

I put my hands on the cool hood of my car, and she handcuffed my hands behind my back.

I find that giving tickets to punks like you doesn t usually.

You need to be punished in a different kind of way she said.

I couldn t see her from my current position bent over the hood, but I was sure she had a smile on her face.

What kind of punishment do you mean? I asked, a tremor creeping into my voice.

The physical kind.

she replied.

With that she pulled down my pants and boxers.

I gasped, partly because it was cold outside, and partly because the hottest woman ever had just pulled down my pants.

Boys like you need to be spanked for the message to really sink in.

She said, and again teased me with that invisible grin.

At that point I was thoroughly excited, and my cock was hardening into a steel rod.

I turned my head around and saw her take out her baton.

Shit I thought to myself.

This might actually hurt.

Turn your head back around! she snapped.

Bad boys like you don t get to look at me.

I complied and as soon as my head was facing the car I heard a smack and felt a stinging pain on my ass.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from crying out.

In fact, it actually hurt even more than I had expected.

This bitch was giving it her all.

Two more rapid smacks knocked me out of my reverie and brought me back to the pain at hand.

It really wasn t helping that it was cold outside, let alone the fact that it felt like my cock was about to burst.

Take it like a man you little pussy.

she said followed by two more spanks from her baton.

It still hurt like hell, but I was so turned on by now the pain didn t bother me nearly as much.

Then I heard her gasp and turned around for a quick look.

My eyes glazed over when I saw that she had loosened her pants and was fingering herself.

I desperately needed to stroke my hard cock, but alas the handcuffs were doing there job.

When she saw me looking at her she said Do you like what you see you little bitch? Do you like to see this naughty officer petting her wet little cunt right in front of you? I could only nod in compliance I was so lost.

Come over here and lap up my wet pussy.

she commanded.

I shook out of my pants and was up and over there so fast I swear to god my shoes caught fire.

She pulled down her pants and what I found was a red thong wet from her juices.

She pulled that down too and I was staring at her completely shaved pussy.

It was clearly a gift from god to man and I decided to say a quick prayer while contemplating just where to start.

I I decided to just attack and roam free on this hairless landscape of erotic fulfillment.

My tongue was like a tornado and I sucked and lapped at anything and everything.

She was clearly pleased by this brute force attack on her cunt and moaned and gasped.

Then, I focused on her clit and sucked it hard into my mouth.

Oh fuck, Oh god, Oh god ! she shrieked and came all over my face.

It was quite possibly the best thing I had ever tasted and I lapped up as much as I could get.

My cock was now oozing a fountain of precum and I desperately need to masturbate when she said words that can only be described as every man s dream.

Get on the hood right now.

she demanded.

I want to ride you.

Again, I swear to god my shoes caught fire.

The bitch teased me by slowly taking off her pants and shirt and strolling over to me.

The joke was on her though, that only meant I got to admire her beautiful body.

Her tits had virtually no sag and were huge, and watching her hips sway as she sauntered up to me, I almost came right then and there.

Before she rode me, I think she knew that I was in desperate need of cumming.

So with her porn star lips she sucked me off to a wonderful orgasm.

Her wet tongue circled my head while she stroked my dick and bobbed up and down.

Her mouth felt like warm wet velvet and in no time I came a huge load in her mouth.

She tried to swallow it all, but it was too much and it ran down her face.

It was not to be wasted though, because she wiped it off with her hand and hungrily lapped it up.

My cumming was not going to stop me fucking this woman.

If I am very horny, even after I cum I stay hard and am ready for more.

This was definitely one of those times.

The officer looked surprised when I stayed hard after having cum, but then an evil grin slowly permeated her angelic features.

I m going to ride your dick like a woman possessed.

she said.

I didn t doubt her for a second.

She climbed onto the hood of the car and slowly lowered herself onto my dick facing me.

The feeling of her pussy engulfing my cock was indescribable.

It was like a tight, wet, and warm glove molded to my dick.

She took a minute for her pussy to adjust and then began to bounce up and down on my cock.

Slowly at first, but in no time she built up speed and was indeed riding me like a woman possessed.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust on my steel shaft, and I admired them and her face as she squealed and moaned.

Oh your cock feels so good.

she moaned.

fuck yes! I love your hard dick inside me! I could only grunt in reply as I was trying to hold off my fast coming orgasm.

Suddenly, I felt her pussy contract on my cock and she screamed in ecstasy.

This was too much for me and I came inside her groaning as I almost passed out from pleasure.

The officer slowly got off me and put her uniform back on, leaving me laying there in a sex induced coma.

She walked over to me and uncuffed me.

I hope you won t speed on this road again.

she said with a wink.

Oh I don t know you might have to teach me another lesson I replied returning her wink.

She gave me her sexy devilish grin and then returned to her car and drove away.

I sat down on my hood and tried to process what had just happened.

After a couple minutes I decided it was time to go, so I went to put my pants on.

I couldn t find them.

That bitch stole my pants! I thought angrily to myself, but I couldn t help but grin.

I guess that was the price I payed for fucking the hottest cop ever.

How the hell was I going to explain this to my parents when I showed up naked at their door?

Laura’s Music Lesson

Laura s Music Lesson Laura tutor s a friends Mum but her plan to help her friend backfires View Author’s Copyright Information I was worried about today.

Melissa was coming over for a music lesson.

Melissa is Steph s 50 year old Mum.

Steph is 28 years old like me and we are great friends.

Melissa asked me to give her some help with her music which on the one hand seemed strange, tutoring a friends Mum, but I knew her well enough.

Steph has been to the house loads of times so Beccy knew her well, and had met her Mum quite a few times.

Still, it was agreed Melissa would come to ours for her lesson which meant Beccy would be around and I knew I sometimes got quite heated with my students and I didn t know how Beccy might react if I had to tell a 50 year old off.

I was determined to stay calm, very determined, but then I was always determined and that didn t stop me boiling over and getting in to trouble.

I must have known actually because the music lesson wasn t going well as Melissa kept missing notes but seemed to think it was funny and it was getting me annoyed as I reckoned she was just losing concentration so when she missed a note the next time I did what I did to my younger students and smacked her hand saying in my best teachers voice, Focus Melissa, take it seriously.

Melissa snapped back, I am taking it seriously, and continued to play.

She missed another note and I smacked her hand again, not hard, just sharply enough to make her think.

It usually got the student motivated again.

On the third occasion Melissa stopped playing and said in an annoyed tone, Will you stop smacking my hand Laura.

I retorted, Well Melissa I will if you play properly.

Just then Beccy came in to the room and asked, What is all the shouting about? Melissa said first, Your Laura keeps smacking my hand and I have asked her not to, that s what Beccy.

I refuted what Melissa said and retorted, It s not that at all, I m trying to teach her and she is not listening and for a teacher that is most frustrating.

Beccy said, Now Laura, that s no way to talk to Melissa, show more respect.

That s not fair if you want to know what I think.

I was just about to give Melissa a piece of mind when I looked at Beccy who was obviously cross.

I don t, Beccy said holding up a finger but I ignored her and continued, Well I think Melissa isn t interested at all.

Melissa retorted with, That s not fair Laura, I do want to learn.

I doubt it, I said crossing my arms, and continued, Well in my opinion, Beccy said sternly, That s enough Laura, no one wants your opinion, and as we have discussed many many times you are far too quick to give your opinion as it is.

I repeat, show Melissa respect.

Anyway I won t be having your rudeness so let s deal with you properly, I ll have your knickers please.

That s not fair at all, I m doing a lesson.

Beccy responded crossly, First, you crossed your arms like you do when you sulk and you know I don t do sulking.

Second for answering me back you get a second spanking.

Now I want you to give me your knickers.

I blushed as I knew I had talked my way to a double spanking.

Why have I still not learnt? Why didn t I stop arguing when told I was getting one spanking? I could not believe how I got carried away with my own opinions, again.

Beccy was furious as she held out her hand and accepting her decision stood up pulled my knickers down stepped out of them and handed them to her.

Take your skirt off and go to the naughty spot over there.

I ll deal with you down here today.

I closed my eyes just as Melissa asked, Erm Beccy, what s happening? Beccy answered, I am going to give Laura a good spanking, two in fact, because of her rudeness toward you.

Melissa sounded rather surprised.

Really, but isn t Laura 28 years old so rather old to be spanked.

Well yes she is 28 years old Melissa, but not too old for a spanking, not by a long way in fact.

Laura has behaviour problems, in particular being very self-opinionated to the point of rudeness and to help her overcome that problem and several others we agreed I should spank her when she needs to be, at least when I say she needs to be that is.

Beccy was quite emphatic about it being whenever she decided I needed to be spanked but I was well used to having no say and accepting her decisions on when I was to be spanked.

Oh, I see.

Well I guess I should go then.

Beccy insisted, Goodness no Melissa, I ll give her a spanking, the first one, she will then continue your lesson in what I trust will be a far better mood, and then I ll spank her again afterwards.

But you said you will spank her here.

Where shall I go? Melissa, you will stay here and watch.

It s part of the discipline regime.

She was rude to you so you watch her being disciplined for it.

Melissa perked up at that I thought and said enthusiastically, Oh, I see, well then, yes, why not.

She added, Can I have a drink perhaps? Beccy laughed.

Of course, there s an opened bottle of red on the side.

Just right.

Thanks.

I was already on the naughty spot my nose pressed against the wall and my hands on my head as Melissa poured herself a glass of wine.

Oh my, she said as she turned and said, I must say I like the naughty spot touch.

What must the poor girl be thinking standing there with her bare bottom all on show? Beccy said light heartedly, I can tell you Melissa, she s thinking how silly she was to be rude to you because her bottom is going to sting like crazy soon.

She was right, that is exactly what I was thinking.

Beccy was going to make me pay for what I did.

In fact I wasn t expecting the second spanking.

One spanking would have been fine really, painful and all, but my pussy was wet at the thought of the one spanking.

I suppose I am even wetter at the prospect of two but Beccy was certainly right that my bottom was going to sting and I wondered how I would be able to sit and continue the music lesson.

I was standing on the naughty spot for several minutes before Melissa said, Is the spanking going to start soon Beccy? Why s that Melissa? I like Laura to be on her naughty spot for at least 10 minutes and usually longer so she has some good thinking time.

Oh no, there s no rush, It s just I will fill my glass up again if I won t be interrupting.

Beccy replied in a friendly tone, You go ahead Melissa, there s plenty of time still.

I kept my nose pressed against the wall feeling smaller and smaller the longer the chatter went on.

There Melissa was drinking wine whilst I am facing the wall like a naughty girl, well in fact I am a naughty girl of course, but that wasn t the point.

My bottom will soon be stinging and no doubt Melissa will ask for another glass of wine.

The minutes passed by until I was almost glad that Beccy said, Come here Laura and let me deal with you.

I turned to find Beccy on the chair, a wooden backed hairbrush in her hand, and she was glaring at me, looking so dominant.

My pussy quivered as I walked over to her, her green eyes blazing, and as I got to her she tapped her lap, I glanced at Melissa who was smiling and looked as though she was really enjoying my humiliation, and I bent down across Beccy s waiting lap.

As soon as my hands landed on the floor Beccy started to rub my bare bottom as she usually did which I always found so erotic, admittedly as always mixed with the tension of knowing I was only a few rubs from a spanking but it settled me down.

I didn t have too much time to think about being watched as Beccy lifted her hand and brought what I knew to be her open palm down hard on my right bare bottom cheek, then a second later on my left bare bottom cheek, and I knew spanks would rain down in quick and constant succession on alternate bare bottom cheeks several dozen times before Beccy would focus on one bottom cheek for a few dozen spanks, then the other bottom cheek for a few dozen spanks, until she spanked me on the very same spot several dozen times, changing the spot for another several dozen spanks, not forgetting the tender sit spots when she stretched my bottom cheeks for a better target.

Of course there would be another several dozen spanks on the back of each leg.

I was stinging all over and gasping louder and louder as the spanking progressed.

It never ceased to surprise me how Beccy could keep spanking me with her bare hand for what must have been literally hundreds of times without any break.

I reckoned that initial part of the spanking lasted a good ten minutes.

Beccy rubbed rub my bottom and the tops of my legs for twenty or thirty seconds scolding me before raising her hand and giving me another couple of hundred spanks.

I asked her once how she managed to keep going for so long.

She told me what she found was that it was easier to keep spanking me and that her hand almost lost all feeling except she knew she was spanking me hard.

However there was a pain threshold to get through, which was about a hundred spanks, and after that it was easier to keep going than to stop.

She must be right because I have been spanked by some very experienced women and the more dominant ladies all spanked me for a long period without stopping.

Of course as the pain dulled in Beccy s hand so the pain increased in my bottom and legs, so much so that tears welled up in my eyes well before the hand spanking was over.

I didn t normally cry during this stage but today I did.

When Beccy stopped to pick up the hairbrush Melissa said, Oohh I bet that will really hurt Beccy.

I wanted to cry out, Well of course it does you stupid woman, but I knew what that would cost me and whilst my short temper had earned me a second spanking I didn t particularly want to earn a third spanking.

Beccy answered, Well yes Melissa, these paddle brushes are a real deterrent you know.

Laura hates it but I don t see why that should stop me using it.

Quite so, Melissa said agreeing, I am sure if you weren t so strict she would be a far naughtier young lady.

Beccy said, Yes she sure would, and I could hear in her voice the hairbrush was already on its way down towards my sore bottom.

The next second my right bottom cheek exploded in pain and before I could recover the hairbrush was brought down on my left bottom cheek.

Beccy was so experienced at spanking me with the paddle brush and I knew I was going to be in floods of tears before many more spanks.

I think I held out for a dozen spanks although holding out was of course the wrong intonation.

I didn t hold out at all.

A dozen spanks with the paddle brush was how long it took for me to gasp, yell out in pain, and for the tears to cascade down my face.

Once the crying started all I could do was keep crying and as the paddle brush did its work so effectively I squirmed around on Beccy s lap and kicked my legs as my head rose and fell and my hair flew around my face, I only saw a blur if I opened my eyes and didn t make out what anyone was saying although knew Melissa was talking to Beccy and Beccy was answering but it was just a sound, mixed in with the whacks from the hairbrush and my own howls of pain.

Eventually some of the sounds disappeared, namely the sound of the hairbrush spanking me and the sound of my screeches, and then the voices started to make sense, I could understand what was being said as Beccy rubbed my bottom and shush shushed me, calmed me down, and I thought again how I had deserved to be punished.

I knew it was my own fault and as usual I needed the spanking.

Melissa seemed to be trying her best to belittle me when she said, Do you know Beccy I don t think I have ever seen someone as old as Beccy being spanked.

Beccy kept rubbing my bottom which did calm me down and bring me back down to a modicum of normality when she answered, Well I very much doubt Laura is the only 28 year old spanked regularly.

Melissa continued her chatter.

It s strange though as it was a week ago I was talking to my Steph, well we were arguing actually and I told her I thought she was being rude and I told her not to be, well she argued back and I eventually said it s just a pity she s too old to be spanked.

Melissa thought a second then continued, You see Beccy I never did think spanking was right but as time went on and all Steph s friends who got spanked turned out to be well behaved young ladies and Steph who didn t get spanked was always so argumentative I started to realise I had got it all wrong and that I should have spanked her, and her younger sister of course.

So when I told Steph that she laughed at me and said if I find anyone who s 28 and still spanked then tell her and she ll let me spank her, just once mind, but I thought that would be quite something anyway.

Melissa stopped again for a moment then added, It s strange that Laura and Steph are close friends but Steph didn t know Laura was spanked.

I suppose if I had known I would have said and spanked her there and then.

Beccy said, Lots of people know Beccy gets spanked but I guess it never got to Steph and you.

I was still sobbing but I knew Steph wasn t telling her Mum the truth as she jolly well did know I was spanked, we had discussed it often, I had even shown her the results of a spanking by dropping my knickers and letting her see for herself.

We knew though that Melissa didn t know I was regularly spanked, although of course now she did know as she had watched me being spanked, sipping wine no less.

Beccy had rubbed me long enough and said a sharp, Up you get Beccy and go back on your naughty spot, think about what you have learned.

Still crying I slid off Beccy s lap, looked at her through blurred eyes, rubbed my bottom madly as I walked to the naughty spot knowing I only had a few short seconds to try to eradicate the pain which as always was unsuccessful before I pressed my nose against the wall and put my hands back on my head, the pain seeming to spin relentlessly around my bottom.

I half listened to what was being said behind me but mainly I was thinking my own thoughts I was 28 years old and once again spanked so hard and for so long and of course so effectively.

I could never really understand how I found the thought of being spanked so erotic but still I did, not whilst crying but always afterwards when my bottom was recovering from the throbbing and smarting that always followed and somehow the soreness of my bottom and legs permeated my pussy and within just a few short minutes after a spanking my pussy was quivering and demanding the comfort of my fingers.

I just needed to be by myself but knew that wouldn t be for a while yet.

I had stopped sobbing when Beccy said to the back of my head, Right Laura, I think you should finish Melissa s lesson.

Steph will be here soon to pick her up.

I turned and Melissa seemed so chirpy still as she sat on the stool.

I eased my knickers back on and stepped in to my skirt zipping it up.

I noticed the cushion on my stool had been removed, the usual added punishment for me, and as I sat down I gasped as my very tender bottom touched the hard stool seat.

I opened my eyes and saw Melissa smiling at me, and as though nothing had happened asked, Shall I play the same tune Laura? I sniffed and said, Yes please Melissa, that s a good idea.

Melissa turned to me a final time and said in a firm tone, You won t smack my hand again will you Laura? No Melissa, I won t.

Please start playing.

Just as Beccy had said I was far quieter for this session and even when Melissa made some mistakes I just pointed them out and Melissa would say, Oh yes, sorry, let me try again, but she didn t learn much making the same mistakes right up to the end of the lesson.

I knew smacking hands worked and would have worked with Melissa, but I wasn t allowed to, mores the loss for Melissa I thought.

It emphasised to me the power of deterrent just as I knew the threat of being spanked myself was an excellent deterrent for me.

We both got up and Melissa thanked me for the lesson and booked another one just when the doorbell rang and a few moments later Beccy had answered the door and Steph walked in.

She took one look at me and asked, Wow, what happened to you? I turned around lifted my skirt and Steph saw a lot of red skin below my knickers and on the tops of my legs.

Ouch, she said, adding, Wow Laura that looks like it stings.

Melissa asked her daughter, Why don t you ask how come Laura is so red on her bottom and legs? Steph looked quizzical, turned to me, and said laughing, Well Laura, if I didn t know better I would say you have been spanked.

Steph stopped laughing when she realised I had been spanked.

I said quietly, Exactly right Steph, Beccy spanked me and you re Mum watched.

Steph looked at her Mum who was smiling, blushed, and said, Oh.

Melissa jumped in with, Yes Steph, and what did we discuss last week? Steph stayed silent looking like she was thinking back to last week.

Melissa said still smiling, Let me help you.

You said if I could find someone who is 28 and still spanked I can spank you for being so rude to me.

Remember? Steph swallowed hard, looked at her Mum, then at Beccy and me, then back to her Mum.

I remember that Mum but like I didn t think, I mean didn t reckon.

She fell silent.

Well whether you thought or reckoned the fact is Laura is 28 and I have just watched her get her bottom spanked, and now I am holding you to your word.

Steph kept blushing and Melissa pressed, I think my girl you need to come with me to another room so I can give you a spanking, and not before time I must say.

Beccy said, Oh Melissa, I think you will find it far better if Laura and I watch.

Steph s mouth dropped open but no sound came out.

Good point Beccy.

She turned to her 28 year old daughter and said firmly, Follow me, as she walked to the chair Beccy had sat on when she spanked me.

Quickly Steph, she said sharply.

Steph looked bewildered but started to walk over to her Mum and once she had taken the first step picked up speed and was across the room standing next to her Mum looking down at her lap.

Knickers down please Steph, unless you want me to do it.

No I ll do it, Steph said quickly and she hurriedly lifted up her skirt and lowered her knickers.

Embarrassed she allowed the skirt to drop down again covering her bare bottom.

She looked at her Mum waiting for further instructions which came soon enough.

Hold up your skirt and bend over my knee my girl.

Seconds later Steph was across her Mum s lap with her hands were on the floor and her bare bottom staring up at her Mum.

No arguments.

Good girl.

Now let s see what happens when it starts to hurt.

Melissa raised her hand and brought it down hard on Steph s right bare bottom cheek and Steph gasped but remained in place, gasped again when her Mum spanked her other bottom cheek, and gasped repeatedly as the spanking progressed.

Melissa spanked Steph for quite a while but I judged it wasn t as hard as Beccy spanked but then Melissa had never spanked her daughter before.

There was a gap and by then Beccy had collected a hairbrush and handed it to Melissa.

Steph looked sideways at Beccy s legs and then back at the floor.

She seemed to be struggling with the hand spanking so I reckoned the hairbrush will take its toll very quickly.

It did.

After only the third spank with the hairbrush the 28 year old was shrieking and kicking although to her credit did stay in position.

I watched intently as the hairbrush splattered down on her red bottom and her bottom cheeks flowed like a wave.

I watched Melissa for a while but decided Beccy was a far better spanker.

Mind you, the spanking did go on a while and Steph was crying and begging her Mum to stop, but Melissa seemed to be enjoying the pain she was causing her daughter and it was several dozen spanks with the hairbrush before she stopped.

Melissa rubbed her daughter s bottom and much like Beccy became concerned for her daughter s well-being, rubbed her bottom, shush shushed her, and waited for her to calm down before ordering her, Up you get Steph.

Steph stood up and immediately rubbed her bottom tears still flowing down her face.

Melissa looked very satisfied and said, That was good Beccy, I can see why you spank Laura anyways.

I asked, Can Steph and I go to the bathroom so she can wash her faces? Melissa gave me a stern look then smiled and said, Go on then Laura.

I took Steph s hand and led her upstairs and in the bathroom.

She rubbed her bottom the whole way upstairs and when we got inside the bathroom she quickly turned and looked at her bottom in the mirror, rubbed her bottom some more, turned to me and said, Just like you said Laura, it sure hurt but it s now lovely and warm, and smiled, a wet smile it had to be said with her tear stained face.

I had my own sense of satisfaction seeing another 28 year old with a tear stained face after a spanking, especially as Steph was such a close friend.

I asked, How did you feel going across your Mum s lap? Also just as you said.

It felt humiliating when I had to actually bend over and put myself across her lap but once I was over and my hands hit the floor it felt just like I hoped, completely exposed and helpless and I had no control and like when Mum rubbed my bottom it felt so cool, and that first spank was something else.

So what do you think? I want to be spanked again that s what, just the Just then the bathroom door was pushed open and Beccy stood there, eyes blazing, looking furious.

Well Steph I can help you there.

Beccy glared at both of us in turn and said in her, Don t mess with me, voice, Downstairs both of you.

I didn t dare look at Steph as we went back downstairs both of us still rubbing our sore bottoms and went in to the living room.

Melissa looked up surprised, and as soon as Beccy walked in behind us she said, Steph, tell your Mum what you said.

Steph blushed as she was still rubbing her bottom and Melissa looked quizzically.

Steph stuttered, I m sorry Mum.

About what Steph? Well, like, I have thought about being, well, erm, spanked, for a long time but didn t know if it was a fantasy or a real desire, so, well.

Hurry up Steph and tell your Mum, Beccy ordered.

Steph carried on quickly, So we hatched up this plan, and.

We? Beccy asked sternly, actually looking both surprised and annoyed at the same time.

I answered, Well Beccy, I thought I could maybe help Steph and we are friends.

Beccy asked Steph sternly, Why not tell your Mum what you said upstairs just before I opened the door? Steph looked helpless and said, I said I want to be spanked again, then added, But Beccy came in before I could say not many times, just once more then after that maybe once a month or just when I want to be, but not for discipline.

Melissa looked surprised but a knowing look spread across her face.

Right then and it just so happens I have also been thinking how I have had enough of your arguing and your moods and that maybe a good spanking is what you need.

So you know what my girl, you are going to get what you wished for, although rather more perhaps.

I am reintroducing spanking at home for you, that s what your plan has got you.

But Mum, I just said I didn t mean you spanking me as a punishment, just when I want to be spanked.

No way my girl.

That won t be happening.

You misbehave and you will be going across my lap.

Melissa turned to Beccy and asked, Isn t that what you do with Laura? It most certainly is Melissa and I can tell you that you will feel a whole lot better for it.

Steph will feel a whole lot sorer but then she will be the one who has misbehaved.

Beccy looked at us both and I stood there knowing how this will most likely end up and Steph and I won t be enjoying it.

Beccy looked at Melissa and said, They need a lesson.

Steph tried, But Mum I ve said I m sorry.

Melissa said sternly, It s too late for that Steph.

Beccy is right.

I am so cross with you so you need another spanking.

I saw Steph concede looking at the floor and nodding.

Well I knew this didn t go as planned, not by a long way.

It had sounded so easy when we hatched the plan.

Steph says she will accept a spanking if her Mum knows of another 28 year old who is spanked.

I get spanked in front of Melissa.

Melissa spanks Steph, and Steph leaves the door open for another spanking or two, then back to normal for Steph and just the odd spanking.

Of course there was the risk when Steph had told her Mum to find someone else of 28 who got spanked that Melissa would want to impose the same discipline regime on Steph as I am subject to, and guess what, I was right.

I won t say that to Steph though as me being right is one thing, but Steph having to accept regular spankings from her Mum is something quite different.

Whilst I felt sorry for Steph Beccy took over and I watched as she pulled out a second chair and placed it opposite the first chair before going to the cabinet and picking out two hairbrushes from the drawer.

Melissa, you sit on the chair opposite, and once she was seated she looked at me and said, Laura, knickers please.

I knew there was no arguing with Beccy when she is in this mood.

I stepped out of my knickers and stood next to my chummy mummy and watched Steph stand to her Mum s side.

She hadn t even put her knickers back on from her first spanking.

Right, both of you get across our laps.

I lowered myself and lay across Beccy s lap and looked sideways to see really close up Steph s legs and when I looked slightly behind me I could see Steph s bottom, and of course knew Steph would have the same view of me.

I watched Melissa rub Steph s bottom whilst feeling Beccy s hand rub my bottom.

It felt better, sexier, somehow actually seeing a hand rub a bottom whilst feeling a hand rub me.

Next moment I watched as Melissa s hand was raised and when I saw it brought down hard on Steph s bottom so I felt Beccy s hand spank me, and as Melissa s hand rose and fell so it matched the hand spanks Beccy gave me.

I heard Steph gasp and cry out but what was so surreal was watching Melissa s hand and feeling Beccy s.

It was even more fantastic when I watched Steph pick up the hairbrush raise it above her head and bring it down so hard on Steph s bottom just as the hairbrush bit in to my bottom.

I saw Steph s bottom swirl around when the hairbrush bit deep whilst at the same time crying out as Beccy s hairbrush bit in to my bottom.

On and on the spanking went the pain matched by what was happening to Steph s bottom.

That was until the tears took over and my sight blurred and as I cried I realised that Steph was also crying and as I saw the blur of Steph s legs kicking I knew mine were kicking as well.

When the spanking eventually ended and we were told to stand up I kept crying as did Steph and we both stood there rubbing our bottoms as our Mum s stared at us looking so smug until Beccy said with her green blazing eyes, Both of you, go to your naughty spots.

Good thinking Beccy, Melissa enthused as she stood up took Steph s arm and led her to the wall.

I followed and stood two feet from Steph, pressed my nose against the wall and put my hands on my head.

I glanced sideways and saw Steph also had her nose pressed against the wall and her hands on her head.

I stood as still as I could and waited.

Nothing was said for several minutes until Melissa said, I do like the naughty spot thing Beccy.

It really puts the girls in their place doesn t it? Beccy enthused, We get to look at red bottoms, naughty bottoms at that.

After a moment she continued, And if we think the naughty bottom wasn t spanked enough we can stand behind her, put your left palm on the naughty girls tummy, and then with the other hand spank the naughty bottom hard.

I gasped as Beccy spanked me adding, And you get to choose whether it s one spank, several spanks, or several dozen spanks.

I kept gasping as Beccy spanked me several dozen times.

Melissa said, You are right, I feel so empowered, in control.

You are in control Melissa, just as long as you hold the threat of spanking over the naughty bottom, and speaking of that I still owe Laura a spanking and I will give it to her at 8.30 tonight before sending her to bed.

Melissa says, Good idea, I ll spank Steph at the same time.

Hey, her younger sister will be home by then so she can watch me spank Steph.

I ll tell her then that her older sister is now subject to spanking.

Melissa thought a moment and asked Steph suddenly, Does your sister want to be spanked as well Steph? I held my breath and Steph licked her lips.

Melissa knew the answer and said almost triumphantly, Well I guess that means you get spanked tonight and your little sister is told spanking is reintroduced for her as well.

Beccy went to the drawer and got out two hairbrushes and handed them to Melissa.

Take these as you ll need two if you have two naughty bottoms to spank.

Thanks Beccy, I ll replace them and get another half dozen so I have stock.

Beccy added, I tell you what Melissa, Laura is always over at yours so if Laura is naughty you should spank her.

Thanks and you should spank Steph when she is at yours.

That s very good of you Melissa.

I guess it will be far easier to control them when they both know they can get spanked.

I noted how Beccy emphasised the word, Both, and looked at Steph who heard that as well.

Anyway, this was sort of getting out of hand but I was finding the conversation a real turn on.

Beccy added, I tell you what Melissa, if I spank Steph I ll leave a message on your home phone so you know.

I nearly came with that.

Wow, that means anyone coming to the house could hear the message and know Steph was spanked.

I ll do the same Beccy, Melissa said, and my pussy quivered and my breathing deepened.

So the same can happen to me, how cool is that? Beccy added in a stern tone, Of course if Laura earns a spanking at yours then she will get another one from me as soon as she gets home.

That really sent my pussy racing.

Harsh of course and it will make the journey home more worrying knowing I was going to get another spanking but actually I reckoned that was perfectly fair and justified.

Beccy should discipline me if I was so naughty at Steph s.

I could not believe that what was supposed to be one spanking has turned in to multiple spankings for me and for Steph.

All I knew now was that out of hand or not I was getting so aroused by the conversation and hoped Steph was as well.

Beccy and Melissa told us we could rub before going to the kitchen.

I stood facing Steph and we were both rubbing our bottoms.

We smiled at each other, two 28 year olds rubbing our just spanked bottoms.

There was a funny side to that.

How are you with all this Steph? I asked.

Steph said ruefully, Well I got the spanking I always wanted but I don t think I like the reintroduction of spanking as routine, that wasn t what I wanted at all.

I sympathised, I know, but we got caught out.

That will teach me I suppose, Steph replied sheepishly still rubbing her bottom.

Yes Steph but then spanking is about teaching and learning.

You do the learning and your Mum does the teaching that is.

I smiled.

Very funny Laura, Steph said at last smiling.

We heard laughter from the kitchen.

I said, Well your Mum seems pleased as punch she will be spanking you in future.

I guess.

I suppose she will be her usual enthusiastic self about it as well so I had better watch out.

I smiled and rubbing salt in to the wound said, Well that s another spin off from being spanked, watching your step more.

We laughed still rubbing our bottoms when Beccy and Melissa came back in to the room, both with maternally stern looks on their faces.

Melissa announced she had better get home and told Steph to get dressed.

Beccy left me undressed until they were ready to go and then told me to say my good-byes.

I hugged Steph and whispered in her ear, Good luck, and gave Melissa a kiss on her cheek.

Melissa said, So I will see you next week for my next lesson.

I smiled, just, thinking this will be novel, me the teacher teaching someone who has spanking rights over me.

When Melissa and Steph had gone Beccy made me spend another fifteen minutes facing the wall before telling me to go upstairs and get washed.

I ran upstairs and in to the bathroom to have a look at my bottom.

It was still red and so sore and when I rubbed it my bottom was so warm.

My breathing returned to normal and after washing I went to my bedroom got fully undressed and lay on my tummy and still rubbing my bottom before I dozed off.

My mobile went off and I recognised from the ringtone it was a text from Steph.

I knew getting caught using my phone after a spanking would earn me more discipline but I wanted to know what Steph had to say so took the risk grabbed the phone and read, Just masturbated thinking about my spanking, it was so cool, can t wait for 8.30, thanks loads, S.

I replied by text, That s awesome Steph, glad I could help.

L.

Well I was just so pleased as Steph was looking forward to her next spanking at least.

My fingers found my wet pussy and I started to think about my spanking and as I rubbed myself gently, getting firmer and firmer and I pressed my fingers inside my pussy lips and deeper and deeper until I flicked my clit and I was getting so close to orgasm when my mobile went off again and it was another text from Steph.

I picked up my phone and read the message, Just read your text, am going to spank Steph now for masturbating, have texted Beccy to say you used your phone which she said gets you a spanking.

Enjoy.

Melissa.

I was still lying on my tummy masturbating with my finger flicking my clit and was too close to my orgasm to stop and as I came with a long orgasmic gasp my bedroom door opened, Beccy stood there a hairbrush in her hand watching me come down from my orgasm, looking at me, then at my bottom as I still lay on my tummy.

She came over, sat on the bed, put the wooden paddle back of the hairbrush on my bottom and said, So, maybe we need to teach you a lesson before your 8.30 spanking, and she raised the hairbrush and brought it down hard on my bottom, telling me sternly between spanks, Don t ..

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it? I was screaming as each spank landed on my so sore and stinging bottom.

Sorry Beccy, I just managed to say.

Beccy said firmly, You ll be sorry all right young lady, because after I give you several more spanks you will get downstairs and stand by the chair.

A spanking first, then a long time on the naughty spot, then at 8.30 you re promised spanking.

I ll teach you to try to trick us Mum s young lady, and this will be a lesson you had better learn well.

Beccy raised the hairbrush and brought it down hard again on my bare bottom again and again, maybe two dozen times, and when I was crying she bent down until I felt her breath on my ear and she told me firmly, Downstairs young lady.

I stood up and my bottom stung but I knew not to rub, not until Beccy let me, but looking at her, controlling me, her green eyes blazing, I knew I deserved every last spank and that the lesson she was about to give me would make a real impression, several actually, as she used the hairbrush on me.

I might be 28 years old and a teacher, and used to telling students off when they are naughty, but Beccy really knew how to tell me off so I listened.

It s just that I didn t learn well enough.

Maybe looking at how cross Beccy was, just maybe, today, I will start to learn, and as we got downstairs and Beccy sat down on the chair, and I stood naked in front of her she asked, Do you need to rub your bottom Laura? I was so thankful as my bottom was still stinging and my hands flew to my bottom and I rubbed.

Beccy said, It s unusual isn t it? Rubbing just before your spanking.

I knew what she meant.

So many spankings in one day and here I stood looking down at my so dominant chummy mummy rubbing my bottom knowing in a few moments I will be told to bend across her lap for another spanking.

Beccy asked sternly, You know you deserve this next spanking don t you Laura? I wavered, just a moment, not to protest but to think how right she was, but I wavered too long.

Shall I help you there Laura? Beccy enquired.

I said quickly, No need Beccy, I mean, I couldn t finish as Beccy s hand rose and that was her sign to be immediately silent.

I knew what would happen next.

Beccy rubbed the back of my leg and said, Maybe this will help ypou give me the right answer, and I saw Beccy pull her hand back and like a blur her hand thrashed down on to the back of my leg and the loud slap was followed a split second later with the pain of her open palm on my fleshy thigh.

I gasped, bent my leg, looked down and saw Beccy s hand pulled back for the second smack and a moment later the slap was followed by more pain and another gasp.

Six smacks later the blurred movement of Beccy s arm ened but the pain spread across the back of my leg.

Beccy asked again, Do you deserve this spanking Laura? Yes, I said as quickly as I could.

Right then, and what kind of spanking? I again spoke quickly.

Please put me across your lap and give me a long and hard spanking Beccy.

Yes I will then Laura, so get across my lap.

I bent quickly down across Beccy s lap and as I opened my eyes and saw the carpet inches from my face Beccy said, Please hold this for me and pass it to me when I ask for it.

I looked sideways and saw the huge wooden paddle brush in Beccy s hand.

Well it looked huge as it was right next to my face.

Beccy was really imposing her control over me as I took the hairbrush and held the handle firmly knowing there was every chance I would let go of it as I was being spanked but if I did it would be worse for me.

Beccy rubbed my bottom and said, You do have a warm bottom already and so red, it must sting.

Does it Laura? By now I was well aware I had to answer immediately.

Yes Beccy, my bottom is sore and it does sting.

But your legs are lovely and clear, well except for the smacks I have just given you.

I felt a slight stinging in my leg but not nearly as much as across my whole bottom.

Beccy continued, However, I will spank your bottom this time, and as you have so rightly asked it will be a long spanking.

Then I will give you a couple of hundred with the hairbrush, maybe more but not less anyway.

I will wait until your 8.30 spanking to really spank your legs hard.

I know that is the best way to teach you a lesson and help you cry yourself to sleep.

Beccy said after a moment, You have really earned these spankings today Laura, fancy trying to trick me like that? Sorry Beccy, I said again.

You will be young lady, you most certainly will be.

I lay across Beccy s lap, I was still naked and liked it that way, another measure of me being subservient to my chummy mummy.

I wondered momentarily about Steph who was probably being spanked right now as well.

I knew my bottom will be stinging like crazy in a few moments and there was still the 8.30 spanking to come, and all I could do was look at the floor as the hairbrush was tapped on my bottom a few times.

This will be my third spanking today and all I knew from my quivering vibrating wet pussy and my erect nipples was how I was even more excited about how I would feel afterwards than after my second spanking.

Bottom up Laura, Beccy demanded.

She so liked me to stick my bottom up towards her as another sign of submission and that I fully accepted my punishment, which I did.

The first spank with her open palm hurt my already stinging bottom and as the spanking proceeded at its usual fast pace I was quickly gasping and close to tears, but I knew my pussy was quivering as my bottom was being turned an even darker shade of red, just how I liked it to be.

Pass my the hairbrush Laura, Beccy demanded and I was so thankful I had kept a hold of it.

I was almost cumming as Beccy tapped my bottom with the hard wooden paddle brush and whilst I knew I would be crying uncontrollably very soon I was also looking forward to later on, 8.30 in fact.

I had to get through this spanking first and spend some good thinking time on the naughty spot, before my fourth spanking.

I was so excited just thinking about how I will have to bend over Beccy s lap again and submit my sore bottom to her when she will again spank me so hard and of course there will be a focus on my legs as Beccy promised me very red and very sore and stinging legs during my fourth spanking of the day.

Afterwards though, when in bed, I will have the most ecstatic orgasms that can only come with the hottest sorest stingiest of bottoms.

I knew Beccy s main concern was my behaviour and that she wanted me to learn from my mistakes and felt with a maternal instinct she needed to spank my naughty 28 year old bottom.

I know she hoped that one of these days my behaviour might improve but she had told me often enough she doesn t mind how many times she has to spank me, she loves me and is doing it for my own good.

Of course I knew that bit was right and I accepted I needed to be spanked.

Maybe I was just lucky though that later on in bed I could bring myself to orgasm even whilst crying with the pain.

Just handing over full control to Beccy made me wet and my pussy quiver, even as I was looking at the floor with my bare bottom over Beccy s lap in just the right position for my chummy mummy to spank me, even as I was waiting for the most dreadful pain from Beccy s hairbrush still my pussy shuddered erotically.

My erotic thoughts ended as I felt Beccy s lap tense and a moment later the first spank made me cry out, and as always whilst actually being spanked for breaking Beccy s rules I knew a good hard spanking was again exactly what my 28 year old bottom needed.

Not that I had a say in how hard I was spanked or for how long of course as Beccy decided everything about my spanking.

I could only accept Beccy s decision on when she had spanked me enough, and as the tears ran down my cheeks my face already scrunched up in pain would arch up and fall again whilst my legs kicked and I cried out in pain I knew that was still a long way off.

I had a lesson to be learnt from my strict chummy mummy who knew exactly how to teach the teacher.

Subjugation of a Siren – The Office Party

Subjugation of a Siren – The Office Party View Author’s Copyright Information Minidevilette 2012 I m having a quiet affair at work.

Grant said.

I ll bet you are, I answered sarcastically.

Behave, he admonished.

I d like you to play hostess for me.

It had been five days since he had demonstrated to me just how ineffectual my defiance was in the face of his determination and I had relived that afternoon over and over in my mind as I waited to be with him again.

Nothing major, just a small business thing at the office on Thursday evening.

Few drinks and a lot of boring shop talk, he explained.

And what would this playing hostess involve? I flatly refused to ask him why he wasn t conducting this little t te- -t te at his home with his no doubt very appropriate wife doing the honours.

Not much, he replied.

Just general stuff really.

Maybe take their jackets, offer drinks.

Keep conversation going if I m talking to someone privately.

I smiled wryly.

So basically you d like me to be a charming ornament.

Pretty much, he chuckled.

An intelligent and knowledgeable ornament, though.

You re a rogue.

Flattery will get you everywhere, I confided.

I ll be sure to remember that, he promised darkly.

Will you do it? Okay, what time? Are we doing the black tie thing or is it just casual? The guys will probably come straight from work but you knock yourself out.

You know how much I like old school glamour.

Have I told you you re amazing? That s what they all say but they never ring, I quipped.

So that was how I found myself being dropped off in front of his building at ten to eight on the appointed night, a simple black shift dress with a string of pearls hanging down my back under a vintage Dior coat.

Each step I took caused the knot in the rope of sea gems to lightly bounce against the small of my back and I felt sophisticated and elegant.

I d also used the occasion as an excuse to splurge on a divine pair of twenties T shoes I d been eyeing off for weeks.

I approached his office, excitement and apprehension blending in the pit of my stomach as images flashed through my mind of my last time I d walked up this hallway.

I stood quietly in the doorway and remembered him pinning beneath his body on the surface of that desk, breaking down my rebellion piece by piece until I d been impelled to plead for him to fill me.

He was in shirt sleeves, the desk lamp throwing his face into a mosaic of light and dark as it cast shadows over his cheekbones.

His attention was trained on the computer monitor, weight braced on one arm as he fiddled with the mouse, the smoky sound of Diana Krall advising a former lover to cry her a river, weaving through the air softly.

His focus was so complete he had yet to detect my arrival and I lounged in the doorway silently, watching him, letting an erotic rush of power wash through me as I thought of how I had to ability to divert that diligent attention from the most important things in his life.

His slightly olive complexion was emphasised by the mellow lighting, in stark contrast to the crisp whiteness of his collar and I shivered as I visualised biting into the skin between it and his hairline.

I think I could have stood there for hours, enthralled by his controlled efficiency but as I glanced at my watch I realised that his colleagues arrival was imminent and I was here tonight to fulfil a role, not be a lustful voyeur.

As I strolled into the room he looked up, closed down whatever he was reviewing on the computer and rounded the desk.

As we met, he spun me around and I was pulled back against his chest as he ran his hands down to my wrists and then back up again to help me off with my coat, casually draping the cashmere over the same wooden surface I had myself been draped over.

Let me look at you, he purred and I pirouetted playfully in front of him, bestowing my best coquette s expression upon him as I did.

He captured my face in his large warm palms and gazed at my upturned face warmly.

You look stunning, he complimented, pressing a kiss on the pulse points on either side of my throat.

Very Marion Davies.

I arched my neck, inviting him to do more to my exposed throat than just kiss it but he stepped away from me, briefly running through his expectations of how the next few hours should go.

I soothed my disappointed vanity with the silent promise of breaching his defences later that night and paid attention to the information conveyed by his deep voice.

As I glanced around the office, I noticed the minor changes that had been made since my previous visit in deference to this evening.

The surface of the credenza was now spotless, the organised chaos of paperwork that had been stacked there hidden away to facilitate a range of decanters, accompanying glassware and deliciously fiddly-looking canap s as well as a silver sphere, about the size of a baseball, on a stand.

It had an opening in it much like a moneybox and I thought to myself that it was a very refined method of concealing otherwise unsightly used toothpicks and such.

Further afield, the bookcases, those beautifully imposing bastions of stored knowledge, were as before, the only difference in their outlook being a small chaise lounge positioned at a slight angle from their base.

Gone were the utilitarian, if comfortable, client s seating, replaced by a foursome of deep-sided leather club chairs that had been arranged into the remaining space in a relaxed elliptical formation and, combined with the dulcet softness of bluesy jazz and diffused lighting, the entire effect was that of an informal but very masculine space that one may imagine would have been found in the men s clubs of the past.

Lured by the rich looking nap of blue velvet covering the chaise lounge, I wandered over to it while he poured himself a drink and sat primly on its edge, crossing my legs.

The cushioning was surprisingly plush and I leaned back with a small sigh, stretching my arm along the raised end as I listened to the clink of crystal from across the room.

All too soon voices sounded dimly from down the hallway and I rose, quickly running my fingers over my bobbed hair as I moved to stand near my lover, positioning myself a discreet distance from him.

Cloaking myself in what I hoped was an aura that oozed congenial companion as opposed to screaming illicit sexpot, I took one final calming breath and was ready to greet his guests.

Three men entered the doorway, the tallest closing it behind him as they all made general greetings to their host.

It was obvious that all of the men were familiar with each other and the quick round of back and forth banter marked them as friends to some degree as well as associates.

Although their eyes flicked over me, they waited to be formally introduced before looking at me fully, at which point we; Dave, Mike and John as well as myself, all voiced the appropriate polite banalities that are inspired by initial meetings before I offered to take their suit jackets.

Over the next two hours I thanked the powers that be for all the time I had wasted in my younger days obsessively researching any trivial subject that had caught my attention.

I imagined myself gowned in the persona of cultured socialite and excelled at being a charming, slightly flirtatious general companion and it appeared that the masculine contingent were appreciative of my wry wit and quiet charisma.

Between their numerous trips back and forth to the mini bar and quiet conference with their host, I discussed with my adulterous paramour s visitors such topics as history, social media, classic vehicles, politics, religion, world economics and the deplorable lack of respect in the youth of today.

Conversation flowed easily and I found myself delighted in the company in which I found myself, each of them displaying varied views, approaches and humours to certain situations.

I watched my amorous rogue surreptitiously in this time, loathe to give away our true relationship to these men by look or gesture but unable to ignore him just the same.

I noticed he was very concentrated on his guests when they approached the drinks station and assumed, as a conscientious host, he was monitoring the rate of alcohol consumption.

Personally I had been amazed at the men s apparent level of sobriety given the frequency with which they made the trip and as I watched his eyes narrow as Dave broke away from the group again, I decided that perhaps he was worried I was being slightly lax in my hospitality duties.

I excused myself from John s presence to check on the supply of refreshments and noted the fluid levels in the decanters depleted but not to the extent I had expected and felt no urgency to replenish them as a distinct air of wrapping up was overtaking the social atmosphere.

The canap s had been completely devoured much earlier so I found it a passing oddity to watch Dave drop something into the ornamental sphere before I was distracted by a satirical remark made by Mike, who had appeared at my elbow and cajoled me into an amusing exchange of words with him.

We were joined by the credenza by John and Grant, where the latter invited his male counterparts to take a seat in preparation to discuss the final order of business for the evening.

I waited for them to move away before addressing him quietly.

If you guys have got something important to go over, I can disappear if you like.

No, its fine, he assured as he reached for the silver sphere.

Just go settle on the chaise for a while.

He looked at me from under amused brows as he uncapped the object in his hand and tipped out a virtual tickertape parade of paper in red, blue and yellow.

I m sure your feet are killing you, he observed as he began sorting the paper into primary coloured piles.

I laughed as I ruefully cursed the dual polarities of fashionable foot ware and I realised that he may not have been staring at me all night but he had been keeping an eye on me.

I thought that was for toothpicks, I mused, smothering a yawn and when I received no response from him other than a small smile, I poured myself a drink and wandered over to the chaise as he d suggested.

Placing the glass on top of a conveniently placed lateral file, I lay back, eyes closed, a secret smile on my lips, and let the murmur of male voices wash over me as Mr Sinatra flew me to the moon.

I was languidly relaxed as I meditated lazily on all the places on my body that would benefit from some attention from my beastly lover.

I must have momentarily slipped into the arms of Morpheus because the next thing I knew my eyes unhurriedly opened to discover Grant s face poised over mine as he softly repeated my name.

Louise, wake up.

He was holding my hand gently in his.

It was the first time he had touched me since my arrival and I automatically bestowed a dazzling smile on him, instinctively closing the distance between our lips.

His response was immediate and possessive, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to plunder its depths and claim my sighs.

It wasn t until he broke away, biting my lower lip, that I heard the sudden collective intake of breath and became aware with devastating clarity of the colossal error I had just made.

My eyes flew around the room, confirming the evidence of my ears as they landed on the trio of men seated in enfolding leather, before shooting back to the man standing over me with abject horror.

Oh, Jesus, I m so sorry, I whispered fervently.

I thought we were alone, I thought they were gone, Shhh, it s okay, he replied.

Just relax, he soothed.

But I was frantic, whispered words tripping from me with no coherence.

I thought, well obviously I didn t think but I thought, oh fuck, I think I m going to pass out, quick, shoot me, I m so sorry, I finished, burying my face in my hands and wishing I could take back the last five minutes.

He took my hand in his again and lifted my chin until I was looking squarely into his face.

I blinked rapidly when he gave me a very chaste kiss and wondered how he could be sporting a small smile when he was now in imminent danger of a lifetime of bitterness and spousal support.

Just relax and trust me, he said quietly.

You do trust me, don t you? I nodded at him dumbly, faint-heartedly willing to hand the entire situation over to him so I didn t have to deal with it.

The thought of being busted by his wife hadn t bothered me; after all I didn t know her and being a woman I knew I had a very adroit arsenal capable of dealing with anything another woman could throw at me.

But these were his peers, people he worked and socialised with; people I had just socialised with and whose company I had enjoyed.

They respected him, knew him as one part of a stable couple and were likely to take a very dim view of his character now that they d been presented with glaring evidence of his infidelity.

I glanced over at our captivated audience and avoided all three sets of eyes.

What about them? I muttered intensely.

You can bet your arse they ll tell their significant others about it and then your wife s going to find out.

What then? Grant tugged gently on my hand, urging me to rise from the chaise.

Stop panicking, he assured.

He handed me my drink and wrapped my nerveless fingers around the glass.

I swallowed the fire, wincing as it trailed down my chest to burn in my churning stomach.

I can t believe you re so calm about this, I gritted through the queasiness that the alcohol had triggered.

And I can t believe you ve suddenly developed a conscience, he shot back with amusement.

I glared at him mutinously.

This is not fucking funny.

How do you know you can trust them? Believe me, he answered darkly, taking my empty glass, by the time tonight s over no one in this room will be telling anyone anything.

That s because I ll have been forced to murder you all, I shot back cynically.

His laughter rolled through the room and he kissed my knuckles as he led me across the room.

I studied the face of each man as we approached, searching for the shock or disgust I was convinced they must be feeling but although their posture s seemed rigid, the most prevalent expression appeared to be nervousness.

I wondered wildly if they thought the man by my side was going to try and silence them a la Cosa Nostra style and swallowed the hysterical giggle that bubbled up my throat.

We came to a halt within the curve of chairs and as I stood on edge beside him, Grant addressed his friends as if they hadn t just seen him crawl down my throat.

Right, onto the last order of business for tonight.

He paused, surveying the three statues seated before us, allowing the tension in their rigid bodies to build until I thought my own would shatter under the pressure filling the room.

Finally he smiled, placed my hand in Mike s and, over the explosive release of held breath from the other two men, I dimly heard him speak.

Congratulations.

Mike s face split wide open in triumph as Dave slapped him on the shoulder and John good naturedly cursed him as a lucky bastard.

The whole time I stood, looking uncomprehendingly at my small hand in Mike s, my usually agile mind a complete blank as I tried to process the significance of it all.

Mike s voice cut through the fog of my mind, his incredulous tones filtering through the buzzing that was building in my ears.

Me? For real? Fair and square, was his answer.

As the current possessor of my hand celebrated his apparent good fortune I turned toward his benefactor in stupefaction.

Blinking owlishly and with a creeping sense of doom settling in the base of my spine I regarded him warily.

Grant, I asked in a guarded voice.

What have you done? He looked back at me intently.

I haven t done anything, he enunciated carefully.

Mike, however, just won you in a silent auction.

Silent auction.

I repeated quietly.

Yes.

All those bits of paper? They were bids, of a sort, and Mike is the highest bidder.

The revelation was like receiving a full body dose of Lignocaine closely followed by a truck load of holy hypoxia, Batman.

I stared at him, a montage of the night flicking through my brain on fast forward.

All those trips back and forth to the drink cabinet, seeing Dave drop something into that innocent looking sphere, Grant sorting through that paper, the significance of the three separate colours now clear as day to me.

My vision swam as my knees literally started a slow crumple under the twin assaults of shock and oxygen deprivation and I thought detachedly that if there was ever a good time to pull a Jane Austin and faint on the wall to wall carpeting, it was now.

As I desperately sent a breathe, dammit, breathe message to my lazy lungs outrage, that ever reliable bulkhead of survival kicked in and I locked my knees before I fell in an undignified heap.

Narrowing my gaze at Grant, I exploded.

The hell you did.

He just looked down at me from his lofty height.

I tried to whip my hand out of Mike s but he gripped my fingers, determined not to relinquish his prize so easily.

I turned an evil look on him, growling with suppressed fury.

Let.

Go.

Of.

My.

Hand.

He glanced at Grant for confirmation but reluctantly opened his fingers when he realised he wasn t going to get any support from that quarter.

This, I pronounced to the room at large, is bullshit.

And I m going home.

Now.

Chin lifted in injured dignity I moved to collect my coat but Grant s hand was a blur as he gripped my upper arm to stop me and I knew the amount of pressure he was applying was going to leave marks.

You are not going anywhere.

Agitation overrode caution and I lashed out, swinging wildly, the echoing crack of my hand connecting with Grant s cheek, the resulting gasp from the other men, the satisfying sting that settled in my palm, all did much towards restoring my ego.

He imprisoned my other arm, dragging me up on my toes against him and the fury and excitement I saw in his eyes sent a bolt of terrified apprehension through me.

In a cruel parody of my breathless desire he mocked, Fuck me.

I ll do anything if you ll just fuck me hard .

The truth of the trap I d blithely walked into washed over me and he smiled as he watched the realisation become manifest on my face.

I think this qualifies as anything .

No, I whispered in denial.

Why would you do this? Why? Let me refresh your mind.

Less than a week ago you blew me under a table in a packed restaurant.

Then, when I dragged you back here and threatened to hand you over to the guys who I was with, who incidentally you just spent the evening very nicely entertaining, you completely went to pieces.

It was probably the most intense orgasm of your life.

He shook me stiffly as I stared up at him.

Don t shake your head at me.

You loved it.

He was absolutely right.

I had.

The thought of being fucked on that table by three complete strangers had been a shockingly erotic image that had thrown me straight over the Orgasm cliff and was going trying to fire up my system again.

That was just – Don t you dare deny it, he snarled.

You wanted it.

You wanted it then and you want it now.

You want to know what it feels like, don t you? I whimpered as I stared up into his eyes, unable to look away, hypnotised by his intensity and the power of his words.

I now knew why fauna became road kill statistics.

I was acutely aware of the vested interest our audience had in watching this drama unfold before them in living colour and I squirmed in his grip with burgeoning lust and embarrassment.

Please.

Don t do this, Grant, I whispered desperately but he kept talking, his voice washing over me.

Words.

So many words, all working their way into my skin; burrowing in, slipping into my bloodstream, racing triumphantly around tripping the switches on my erogenous zones with delicious electric tingles that inexorably nullified my attempts to block him out.

I know you re turned on, he confided raggedly in my ear.

I can smell you.

It will be so good, he coaxed, like nothing you ve ever done before and I ll be right here making sure he treats you right.

You want him to do this in front of you? I was stunned.

I d thought he was going to let Mike take me somewhere, the power trip coming from his knowledge that he d engineered me into the arms of another man.

But to know he intended to watch his friend have me filled me with such illicit heat that I moaned helplessly.

Oh god yeah, he breathed.

I want to see the look on your face when he takes you.

I want to watch you struggle to separate that overly logical fucking mind of yours from the whore s body it thinks it rules.

And lose.

I want to hear you panting and screaming as you come and then fuck you until you forget what he gave you and can only think of me.

I swayed in his hold, rubbing my breasts against his chest, my eyes shut as everything he described stamped itself into the back of my retinas and the traitorous evidence of my desire flooded between my legs.

You need it, so just give in.

He eased me back onto my feet, waiting for me to raise my head to look at him.

What have you traded me for? I asked, the fire in me rising again.

Money? Stocks and shares? A lucrative case? It doesn t matter what the currency was, it s done and you now belong to Mike, who has won the right to treat you as he pleases for the next two hours.

Taking a fortifying breath, appalled by the forbidden excitement that ricocheted through me at the thought of what I was about to do, I met his eyes.

I hope it was worth it, I whispered at him insubordinately, because I think it s entirely possible that I hate you.

Oh, it ll be worth it.

And I don t care if you do hate me right this second, just as long as you obey me.

His face betrayed no expression as he waited and I knew he d stand there and wait all night if he had to.

He would no longer push me.

In order for his domination over me to be complete I had to go to Mike under my own steam.

The man of the moment was still standing where he d been when all this melodrama began and I moved to stand in front of him.

He held out his hand imperiously and I slowly lifted my own, placing it with a mutinous glare into the warmth of his palm, his fingers closing over mine like the slamming of a door I knew I d never go back through again.

I heard the grand producer of this scene moving behind me, the sound of linen on leather as he made himself comfortable in the remaining chair but I ignored him as I looked into Mike s face, whose body language heralded the resurgence of his previous anticipation and triumph.

I swallowed shakily, pride helping me regain my poise.

I am yours to command, I pronounced clearly.

How would you have me serve you? I heard the under bidder s groans at my question but continued to watch Mike, whose eyes were in immediate danger of popping out of his skull as he grasped the reality of the situation I sincerely hoped he d pawned a kidney, a least, for.

Jesus, you re a dream come true, he breathed as he ran his thumb over my lips.

His palm slid lower, over my jaw and across my shoulder, chasing shivers as it went, his forefinger tracing the strap of my dress before flicking it off my shoulder.

I gasped as my stomach quivered and felt my nipples harden painfully as his other hand played with the remaining strap before dislodging it in the same manner.

My hands flew automatically to capture the silk as it answered the inevitable call of gravity but when Mike slowly shook his head I lowered them, partially relieved when the dress didn t fall to pool at my feet but instead hung, tremulously supported by the naked swells of my breasts.

Let it fall, he said and I reluctantly dipped and rolled one shoulder, the movement making my breast sway, the fabric sliding, gathering momentum as it drifted to the floor under its own weight.

Unveiled, I stood in the circle created by their legs, a living, breathing study in eroticism, wearing nothing but a string of pearls and a pair of shoes.

As all four men drank in the sight of my nudity, I experienced a flash of heat as I considered the picture I must represent.

I had never before understood the attraction of exhibitionism but if my accelerated heart rate and erratic breathing were anything to go by I d soon be gleefully adding it to my growing list of daring do s, a fine companion for the semi-public blowjob I recently administered.

My attention was brought starkly to the situation at hand as Mike pounced on me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and crowded me until I bent back in his hold, grabbing his shoulders for support.

He spread one hand between my shoulder blades and captured the heavy swell of my breast in the other, lifting it s weight to knead it roughly.

He was not as tall as the others and did not have to bend over as far in order to latch his lips onto my nipple, pulling it into his mouth to suck on it strongly between disbelieving moans before releasing it to greedily lave his tongue over as much of the surrounding skin as possible, then sucking hungrily at the aching peak again.

The suddenness of his attack shocked me.

I d had some half formed idea that he would maybe be a little hesitant to begin with but I was seriously disabused of the thought when he buried his face in the crook of my neck, biting on the soft skin there as his hands cupped my arse, kneading and separating the soft globes as he rubbed his erection against my stomach.

I heard the aroused breathing of the other males in the room and felt the slide into decadence begin.

Lust started to hammer through me and I dug my nails into the shoulders I gripped, mindlessly lifting one foot to hook around his calf, pressing my partially exposed core on the fine cotton of his pants.

His movements caused them to rub against my swollen nub and I felt my eyes roll as I hissed at the sweetness of it.

His hands skimmed up my back and he cradled my jaw, his lips fusing to mine, swallowing my moans, tongue delving in.

Your mouth s so hot, he panted raggedly, diving into it again.

Oh man, I gotta have all that heat on my cock.

He urged me down onto the floor and in the limited space I felt Grant s legs brush against my back.

Tearing open his pants frantically to release his stiffness, gripping it in one hand and my cheeks in the other Mike forced himself past my lips to thrust deep into my mouth, the force of his entry rocking me back slightly and Grant s soft warm hands supported my neck until I d recovered my equilibrium.

I felt him wrap the string of pearls through his hands and was at once both comforted and further aroused by the tangible link between us as I performed this debauched act before them all.

Mike s deep groan was pulled from the very depths of his soul and as I found his rhythm I endeavoured to add to it, wrapping my hands around his arse to afford myself better control, letting him thrust just that little bit deeper each time, creating suction on him as he drew out.

I was revelling in my position as live porn star, all thoughts of reluctance and being manipulated thrown out the window, my main worry now being a fear of gagging in front of everyone when he came.

I felt his time was rapidly approaching, his thrusts becoming wilder, his groans of pleasure more hoarse and I briefly considered pulling back at the critical moment and milking him onto my face or breasts, making a real show of it.

Instead his hands fisted my hair, his hips grinding to a shuddering halt, shaking with the force of the control he was exerting over himself as he willed himself to stop.

As his cock twitched in my mouth, he whispered over and over, I don t want to come yet.

I don t want to come yet.

the phrase a both a mantra and a prayer for self-discipline.

He withdrew from my mouth, saliva coating his cock in a glossy sheen as he stood looking down at me.

I couldn t keep still as he regarded me, my thighs clenching as I fidgeted, the buckles of my shoes biting into my skin where I sat on them.

He seemed rapidly to come to a decision, reaching for the buttons on his shirt as he instructed me to lean back and open my legs.

Bring your legs around the front, he ordered, quickly reducing himself to a state of nakedness.

Put your arms over Grant s legs to hold yourself up and spread them wide so I can see everything.

I did as he asked, watching Dave and John look on in awe as my thighs parted to reveal my slick, swollen treasures.

Mike was on his knees in a heartbeat and I whimpered with anticipation as I imagined his thickness pushing past my entrance to thrust into me heavily.

I dug my nails into Grant s calves as my head dropped back on my neck, eyes squeezed shut in exquisite preparation of that magical first thrust.

I was vaguely aware of Mike s hands sliding under my arse and I braced myself for his invasion, my undulating hips silently urging him on.

I felt him then but instead of the blunt nudge I had expected, I was subjected to the hot sweep of his tongue, tracing from the bottom of my slit to the peeking clitoris and a low burst of sound tore from my throat.

I rolled my head in order to reassure myself that what I felt was really what I had thought and nearly came on his face when I saw his head between my legs, his shoulders filling the space between my parted thighs.

What followed was nothing less than a concentrated assault as Mike voraciously devoured my cunt with a thoroughness that bordered on the compulsive.

Each time I came close to exploding he would stop until I had calmed fractionally before ravishing my flesh again.

After this had occurred four or five times I began to take note of other things happening to my body.

My breasts were full and aching, the tips a vibrant pink and my thighs were shot through with fine tremors as if I was suffering from a mild palsy.

My fingers hurt from the pressure of my hold on my supporter s legs and I registered the other men in the room in various stages of pleasuring themselves as they watched their friend in action.

But more interesting than any of this were Grant s hands, which were gathering up more of my necklace at the approach of each thwarted climax until the cool pearls were flush against my neck and as Mike s tongue fucking gathered in intensity so did the pressure on my neck until a thread of fear began to underlay the pleasure.

Each lick Mike bestowed was matched by another pearl disappearing into the strong grip of my erstwhile lover until the back of my head was pressed into his groin and I was staring up into his eyes.

As he pressed and Mike licked I felt fear unite with my excitement and my level of ecstasy heightened until I felt tears slide down my face.

I began to think that between them they would hold me on the sharp edge of delirium forever, unable to reach the blinding plateau that preceded the free fall into climax.

Grant, that darling reprobate who knew me better than I did myself, seemed to know what I needed though.

He looked straight into my eyes and, applying one final amount of pressure, mouthed Mine at me and I flew apart.

My body stiffened, head kicking back even further.

My fingers dug into strong muscle and my shoulders strained, thrusting my breasts forward into empty air.

Mike s shoulders were captured in the vice of my thighs as I thrashed against his face, riding the wave until he managed to pull free, leaving me limp and sobbing in the cradle of my beast s thighs, uncaring at this point about what may be done to me from here.

But Mike had other ideas and he manhandled me onto my hands and knees before the man who owned my body and pushed my head down until it touched the carpet.

Pressing his knees against the inside of mine he spread my legs wider with his and positioned himself at my entrance, easing just the tip of his blunt head into my seeking wetness.

Gripping my elbows he braced himself with them, pulling back on them as he thrust forcefully into me, my chest parallel to the floor as I was held, suspended and unable to move, under his punishing tempo.

His furious pace hindered my ability to breathe evenly and I felt the heavy sway of my breasts as he slammed into my saturated cunt, the slapping of his stomach on my upturned arse accompanied by the grunts of the other spectators.

Who owns you? he shouted at me.

When I didn t answer he grabbed my hair and reefed my body upright, splaying his hand against my stomach so he could hold me still while he continued to pump up into me.

Who? he repeated.

Grant does, I wailed.

Wrong answer, he growled and I cried out in pain as he bore down on the top of my shoulder and bit hard.

Who owns you? he asked again, filling his hand with my breast and twisting the nipple with such exquisite cruelty that I couldn t speak through the punch of agonising pleasure.

You d better answer me now, you faithless slut.

I looked at Grant, sitting as still as a stone, fully dressed and seemingly composed, his eyes trained on me as he waited for me to answer.

I knew what Mike wanted me to say but, even knowing it was all part of the game, I felt a bitter betrayal well up inside me and I understood that I had never really surrendered to Mike until this moment.

In my heart I had belonged to Grant the entire time but now, for the submission to be complete, I had to acknowledge who held true ownership over me.

You do, I said and dropped my eyes in defeat.

Fucking right I do.

Put your hands behind your head, he ordered.

I did and he slipped his arms under mine, curling up to clasp them behind my neck and then pulling back.

My body curved out like a bow quivering on the point of the archer s release and he began to thrust up into my body, driving himself hard, his breath sawing in and out of his mouth leaving none left over for further speech.

My back screamed at the angle I was held in even while my muscles clenched his pounding cock in ecstasy and I heard a high wailing fill the room before I realised it was coming from me.

It was quickly overshadowed by his roar as he suddenly liberated me, withdrawing as I fell to the carpet, freeing his hands to pump up and down his engorged member until it spewed ropes of hot come on my lower back.

I lay on my stomach on the floor alternately panting and sobbing dryly as he held himself over me, his fists, planted next to my shoulders, holding him up.

He ducked his head to place an open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder and I looked around my hair at him confusion.

He smiled at me tiredly and winked.

You are something else, he said quietly as he reached for his shirt and used it to remove his evidence from my skin.

He looked at me from under his brows and pointed by jerking his chin.

Go to him.

I release you.

And with that he staggered away to collapse in his chair.

I rose up on my arms and hesitantly tracked my gaze up until I could see Grant, sitting quietly, his hands curled over the ends of the armrests of his chair.

He d just witnessed me screaming in orgasm as I was mercilessly used by one of his friends and I began to shake as doubts started spinning through my head.

As neither of us moved I became convinced that the gossamer fine connection that drew us together had just been severed, casting adrift that sublime something that we shared.

Well I d survived before him and I would again and I felt that irrepressible spirit within me kindle again, kicking up my chin and causing me to raise a questioning eyebrow at him insolently.

As if it was the sign from me he was looking for he turned his hands palm up and shot me a grin as he beckoned me to him, the fingers of both hands fluttering like upright wings in his palms and just like a bird I flew to him, at home in the warmth of his arms.

Continue reading Subjugation of a Siren – The Business Lunch

The Humiliation of the Obediant Secretary

The Humiliation of the Obediant Secretary Sue was delighted to see the older man quiver and quake as she performed this naughty trick.

View Author’s Copyright Information THE HUMILIATION OF THE OBEDIENT SECRETARY Young Sue Weston boarded the public conveyance coach and moved to the corner where her silent paramour Alfie usually waited for her presence.

She looked into the dark corners, but no Alfie was visible anywhere.

Sue s overheated slit was steaming in anticipation of the young lad s adventurous strolls in her secret garden.

His strong fingers had been giving her the most satisfying of orgasms each morning before her labors at the Commodity Office.

The attractive young girl felt like stamping her foot she was so incensed by his absence.

She quickly turned her uncorseted bum away from the groping hands of a middle-aged pervert who ogled her person with the most lecherous of eyes.

Strangely, she knew only Alfie s well-practiced hands would be able to bring her to that height of delight she needed so desperately.

The well-dressed young woman exited the coach at her stop and began to walk steadfastly in the direction of her employment.

She did not need the job, but she wanted so much to be a part of the real world and not cloistered in her upper-class prison of maids and utter boredom.

When she passed the fish-monger s establishment on the second corner, she saw the muscular worker who always smiled and greeted her with a cordial Good Day to you mum .

It was as though he saw through her subterfuge and recognized her for upper crust gentry.

Today she paused momentarily and responded to the large fellow s greeting.

And a good day to you, sir.

I would be remiss if I did not thank you for your daily courtesy.

Have you worked here very long? The man smiled widely exhibiting astonishing bright white and perfect teeth.

Sue was a bit envious as her own teeth were a bit off from her daily consumption of tea or coffee.

She was careful to stand well back as the man was using a dangerous looking knife to decapitate and clean a mound of fresh fish for the morning s trade.

No, I am Aaron Stern and I own this business started by my dear departed father Abraham.

I see you pass me every morning, young miss, and I am most impressed by your grace of movement and the glow of your charm.

Sue was taken aback somewhat by this discourse.

The man spoke with an educated grammar and was not a worker but an owner of what appeared to be a thriving business.

The fact that he might have discerned the bounce in her step from her early morning ministrations from Alfie gave her pause momentarily but she internalized that there was no possible way he could suspect her base instincts.

My name is Sue Weston and I work just down the block on the corner in the Office building.

I find that the scent of the fish each morning arouses my sense of smell in no small degree.

I have a fond liking of seafood of all types including the wonderful shelled creatures in your saltwater tanks.

The tall, muscular man called by the unfamiliar name of Aaron pointed his long sharp knife at the huge glass tanks and smiled as he replied, The lobsters are my favorites as well, pretty Sue.

I plan to have some for lunch in my garden out back today.

You are welcome to join me and partake of fresh long-tails from the sea.

My daughter Ruth is the finest of chefs when it comes to preparing seafood.

Suddenly, Sue felt a little tingle in her womanly slit.

Could it be possible this common person was making an advance toward her? No, it was just too incomprehensible to even imagine.

Besides, the lure of the succulent lobster was too much for her to refuse given the mediocrity of fare at the only restaurant in the area.

I would pleasured to join you, sir.

My lunch is at noon.

Is that convenient to you? More than convenient, young Miss Sue, just walk through the store to the rear and it will be waiting for you.

Good fortune at your work this morning.

Sue continued to the office with thoughts of tasty lobsters causing her mouth to produce an overabundance of saliva similar to the rivers of juices whilst performing with her mouth filled with throbbing man-meat.

She had only performed that particular trick of most recent for her sometimes demanding boss, Mr.

Nelson and the brothers, Stanley and Virgil, her co-workers at the auditing duties.

She had been pleasantly pleased at her seemingly natural abilities in the process of extracting copious amounts of creamy cum from the rampant male members.

In her own fastidious manner, she consumed the output right down to the last drop much to the delight of the other parties.

She had been somewhat hesitant when Mr.

Nelson presented his rump to her for her oral ministrations after a particularly energetic session bent over his wooden desk.

She so much wanted to return the gift of hard hands on his plump middle-aged cheeks, but he was, after all, her boss and deserved a modicum of respect.

Sir, do you expect me to present my tongue into your nether regions? The impatient overweight man only chuckled and pulled his arse cheeks apart for her easy access.

Sue was mortified but still she wanted to be adventurous in her acquaintance of those activities that seemed to be of interest to the common folk.

She felt Mr.

Nelson shiver when she placed her delicate fingers on his rear-end and moved her face up into the crack that exuded a strong earthy scent of male arousal and musky deep-hidden secrets.

Her lips were gentle as they touched his puckered bung hole and she proceeded to kiss him all around the general area with little baby kisses and soft tender breaths from her mouth.

Mr.

Nelson was audibly groaned in sheer delight as she tended to his anal desires.

Soon she ventured to reach out with her pointed tongue and flicked the tight hole with an exploratory movement.

She was astonished to see Mr.

Nelson s long cock stiffen to absolute hardness and clear drops of his pre-cum dropped steadily onto the top of the desk.

She reached out with her hand and grasped the throbbing cock and began to stroke it with gentle measured movements designed to heighten his sensitivity to her probing tongue.

Sue moved her hand now dripping with the liquid of Mr.

Nelson s pre-cum right back to his pucker hole.

Quickly, she lubricated the tight little opening and even pushed some inside the brown eye.

She was very satisfied to see the older man quiver and quake as she performed this decidedly naughty procedure.

His excitement made her excited in return and she moved her other hand to her own slit to test the flow of female juices beginning to flow down the inside of her pretty well-shaped legs.

She felt she had to make up for the missed opportunity with Alfie on the public conveyance this very morning.

Sue was already in the midst of a very satisfying orgasm before Mr.

Nelson s cock began to spurt long ropes of creamy white cum across the desk and right onto the picture of his wife and two children hanging on the wall.

She restrained herself from giggling at that distressing display of impropriety.

The taste from Mr.

Nelson s bum was not all that unpleasant to Sue but she could only think about the lobster she was promised for her midday meal.

She had really had no breakfast this morning and her taste-buds had only been challenged by the liquids from his rampant cock and the strange sensations from inside his tight little brown eye.

Clean off the picture, Miss Weston and do not dawdle at lunch.

Remember you only have one hour.

She freshened herself up in the rest room and even brushed her teeth with the bit of soap on the shelf.

Just in case Mr.

Aaron decided he wanted to give her a friendly buss of some sort.

Her visage looked normal even if she was a bit more flushed than usual from the humiliation of being required to address her bosses rear end with her ladylike tongue.

After seeing the effect on Mr.

Nelson, she could not wait to have her maid Polly do the same to her in the privacy of her bedroom.

She was curious to see how she would react to the ultimate loss of anal privacy.

Sue walked through the fishmonger s store with its narrow aisles and exited into a quiet little cobble-stoned garden with multitudes of colorful roses in every corner.

Aaron was already sitting at a glass-topped wrought-iron table set with fine china and goblets of red wine.

He introduced the young slender girl that resembled him to the utmost degree as his daughter Ruth.

The girl looked at her with unshielded curiosity but with a sense of friendliness.

The young girl quickly moved back into the store to give them privacy to enjoy the meal by themselves.

Did you have an interesting morning at work, Miss Sue? Sue thought about the humiliation that she had only recently been subjected to and had to admit that it had indeed been most interesting .

She was so hungry that most of the lobster was already in her belly before she even said a single word.

She looked up to see Aaron watching her with heightened amusement.

Please forgive me, sir, I was quite famished I do fear.

The lobster was fantastic.

Your daughter is a fine cook.

Aaron looked at her with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Her mama has been gone to her reward these five years hence and she has been the house mother ever since.

Have you not thought of re-marrying, sir? No, I have been absorbed by my business affairs and have had no time for matters of the heart.

Sue was struck by the tone of Aaron s voice and the infinite sense of sadness in his eyes.

She decided then and there to make his day a little brighter.

Would you mind Aaron if I loosened my belt and buttons a bit to adjust for the way I shamefully stuffed my mouth with the delicious food? Not even waiting for an answer, Sue unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress allowing her full bosoms breathing space and they exalted in their release from confinement by jouncing up dangerously and almost revealing their already aroused nipples.

Likewise, she reached under her dress and removed her petticoat and bloomers discreetly stuffing them into her oversized handbag.

She did make sure that her lunch companion caught a glimpse of her knees as she relaxed her underclothing.

When she lowered her gaze to Aaron s groin area, she noted that his workman s trousers had suddenly blossomed out by a rising tent as if a packet of yeast had been sprinkled inside his pants.

She smiled with a devious intensity safe in the knowledge that passion was certainly not dormant in Aaron s lean and muscular body.

Sue leaned forward to clink wine goblets with her host.

She insured that Aaron got a good look down her cleavage and could not help her aroused bosom from heaving seductively right in front of his inquisitive eyes.

They both arose and sat on the bench in the secluded part of the garden surrounded by the fragrant roses.

It seemed almost automatic for Aaron to place his arm protectively around her shoulders.

As they spoke of various things, she noticed that his fingers had fallen down to rest on the bare skin of her swelling breast.

She was so conscious of the touch that her pussy began to ooze her female juices in a most unladylike way.

Sue opened her legs and the scent of her arousal startled them both into frozen consideration of the extent of her obvious female desire.

Aaron guided her hand to the bulge of his cock and she shuddered not in fear but in anticipation of being impaled by the impressive male tool.

Sue s vaginal indiscretions were extremely limited up to this point in her life and she was as tight as a schoolgirl virgin.

Her most recent excursions into things oral and anal were most informative but she knew she needed a fuller exposure to expansion of her sensitive vagina.

Her dalliance with her maid Polly had already alerted her to the power of a genital orgasm even without the benefit of insertion of a fully extended male member.

Sue knew this was the perfect time to be put to the test.

It was even more exciting because her erstwhile partner in exploration would be a mature man with extensive practice in pleasuring a female.

She lifted her chin for Aaron s kiss and the introduction of his frantic tongue into her willing mouth.

The single-minded fishmonger lifted her skirts and quickly secured his objective inside her wet and slippery vaginal channel.

His well-hung balls were banging against her tender arse-cheeks in a rhythm that made her orgasmic juices come quickly to the fore.

It was good timing that they copulated in such a swift and efficient manner.

The both reached the zenith of their orgasmic delight well before Sue was due back at her desk in the office building on the corner.

She was rearranging her skirts and her person just before Aaron s daughter Ruth returned to question them if they required any other items to complete their repast.

Sue could easily see the intelligent Ruth suspected her father was only too recently well seated inside his visitor s steaming pussy.

She did not care because the end result made her feel the most complete she had ever felt as a woman.

She hoped that Aaron would invite her back for similar midday snacks to inspire her sense of fulfillment.

Continue reading The Adventures of an Obedient Secretary

30,000 feet with Laura

30,000 feet with Laura Fun on a plane A good female friend of mine once confessed at a dinner party an amusing event that happened to her on an aeroplane.

She had been flying alone, economy class from London to San Francisco, and was sat next to a small, overweight, middle-aged man.

The cabin lights were dimmed for that dubious time period when flight attendants arbitrarily decide it is bedtime (regardless of the fact it is daylight outside and only 2 o clock in the afternoon), and she woke from a nap to find she was inexplicably masturbating the fat man sitting next to her.

She couldn t recall whether she had initiated the activity in her unconscious state or if he had taken advantage of her sleeping arm, but either way she shrieked in horror and let go immediately on realising what was going on.

She told us that for the remainder of the journey the little man winked frequently at her, as though they shared a secret equally beautiful to them both.

This funny story lived with me for a long time and when travelling on an aeroplane, I would no longer fear the peculiar phenomenon of flying but rather, who I might start touching up if I closed my eyes for a few minutes during the flight.

And then something happened to me that wasn t a million miles away from my friend s aeroplane story.

It s an incident I still think about whenever I m flying, and indeed one I daydream about quite regularly when I m nowhere near a plane.

I have racked up quite a few air miles in my life.

My work as a journalist frequently takes me on long-distance trips overseas.

Most of these flights have now disappeared from my memory as lost time in that way certain events in our lives – like waiting for buses, walking the dog and filling in taxes – have a tendency to do.

But one particular flight, from Vancouver to London, will be etched in my mind forever, with the same eternal brilliance that the sun has punched a hole in the sky.

I was 29 years old at the time, flying Economy on a fully-booked flight which left Vancouver around ten in the evening.

I had checked in late and was unable to get my preferred seat on an aisle, finding myself in a window-seat instead, which had two other seats between the aisle and me.

I found my space before the inhabitants of the two empty seats beside me had found theirs, and I anxiously surveyed the passengers flooding through the cabin, hoping upon hope that the most unpleasant looking ones the overweight, the most unclean looking, the youngest kids – were not going to be my immediate neighbours.

I don t wish to sound like a snob, I have nothing whatever against people who are fat, filthy or children (or even those that are all three), but as I m sure you are aware, it s every man and woman for themselves on a flight.

All love and tolerance for your fellow humankind is abandoned to the moral free-for-all that is an economy class flight.

Being in transit is a mysterious limbo where your ethics, goodwill and personality are suspended.

It wasn t long before I discovered my seat-neighbours were to be an attractive looking mother and her extremely sexy teenage daughter.

The daughter must have been around 18.

She had long sun-streaked brown hair and the most beautiful green-black eyes, thick with a na ve but devastating layer of mascara on the lower lids, and a few cute specks of make-up glitter on her cheeks.

She wore a white vest top with what looked like a loose gym-bra underneath, and a pair of pale blue jeans that stopped at her calves.

The nails of her toes, visible from a pair of straw sandals, were painted silver and chipped.

She was chewing gum and intermittently created little pink candy-bubbles from her moist-looking lips.

They would pop and burst before her tongue sucked them back in again.

As if I was not lucky enough to have this delicious babe as one of my neighbours for the 12-hour flight, to my delight she took the seat right next to me, her mother preferring to be seated on the aisle where she could stretch her legs.

For once in my life, I thought, I m ahead.

I gave silent thanks to the God that tends to be remembered on those occasions when we want something or have just been given something we know we didn t deserve.

It was going to be a joy to be sat next to this gorgeous girl.

We smiled a polite hello to one another as she sat down, and although she didn t seem too bothered by mine, hers successfully melted my heart.

I gathered from a conversation she held with her mother about where to find the cellophane-wrapped blanket beneath the seat, that the girl s name was Laura.

Ah Laura, I thought to myself.

The most beautiful of all women s names.

Although I had naturally never thought twice about the name before.

I had flown enough to know the importance of wearing comfortable, loose fitting clothing for a long flight, so I was dressed in a t-shirt and jogging pants.

After twenty minutes or so of pre-flight rituals i.e.

reading the movie brochure in order to feel disappointed about what films are being shown, and ignoring the safety demonstration the plane was up in the air.

We were all being handed rolled up hot-towels by the flight attendants who served them to us with tongs from a silver tray.

Everybody took one people will take anything that is offered to them when it s free and I watched other passengers wondering, just like me, what the hell they should do with them.

The gorgeous teenager beside me was having a problem plugging in the flimsy headphones we had been given to access the in-flight entertainment .

I came valiantly (but casually) to her rescue and showed her how to attach them to the power-point on the arm of her seat.

She was warmly grateful and smiled a beautiful smile my way.

I noticed she had the most divinely soft looking, sun-bronzed skin and the kind of sexy, pouting lips that rarely revealed her teeth, despite the fact she was continuing to chew gum like it was an Olympic sport she was in training for.

On her cheek she had a beauty spot which on anybody else would have simply been a mole.

I noticed her slender-fingered hands had something illegible scrawled on the back in crude felt tip.

This luscious brunette was blissfully unaware of the sexual allure that almost dripped from her.

Her breasts were small no more than a modest palmful each but they suddenly struck me as the perfect size and form of any breasts, simply because they were attached to her.

The proximity of her long bare arm to mine was painfully close as she fiddled with the radio stations on the arm of the seat.

A short while later the flight attendants announced that dinner would be served.

It was gone 11.30pm and I doubt many passengers were hungry – most of them having probably eaten before the flight – but the plane was in the air and we were all forced to surrender to the benevolent dictatorship of in-flight planning, and eat an indigestible tray-meal nonetheless.

The male flight attendant served a supper to Laura and her mother and then asked me if I wanted the chicken or the fish .

Neither , I replied politely.

Nothing for me .

Oh, but you must eat something , the attendant insisted, looking worried, as though he were a robot about to malfunction at this strange request that fell outside his program.

Really, I am ok , I promised him.

But there won t be any more food until breakfast , he went on, still trying to thrust a foil-covered tray in my direction.

No, honestly , I said, struggling to remain affable.

When he had finally given up and moved his trolley on, I added under my breath: Leave me alone! .

It was loud enough for Laura to hear and she chuckled sympathetically, having just witnessed the exchange.

It was a warm, sexy little laugh that made me feel a little closer to her.

Several hours passed and it became time for the flight attendants to dim the lights in the cabin and begin showing the in-flight movie.

I can t remember what the film was, but it doesn t really matter on an aeroplane when all movies seem rubbish whatever they are, on that pokey little screen with bad sound.

I had begun watching the film with my headphones on and Laura had done the same.

After a while I had fallen asleep; it must have been at least 4am by now.

When I awoke I quickly remembered where I was and how uncomfortable I was, and noticed that Laura was looking down at my lap.

It s a funny thing on a flight but when a guy falls asleep during the hours he would usually be in bed, his body tends to involuntarily respond the way it does if he were asleep at home.

I realised quickly that what Laura was staring at was the crotch of my jogging pants where there was a prominent tent sticking up.

I had a full-scale, fully-charged up erection that was so blatantly apparent, it looked obscene.

As casually as I could, I opened the blanket up that was at my side and spread it over my body, pulling it up to my neck from underneath, like it was a duvet.

Laura caught my eye and grinned at me.

It was a knowing grin.

I grinned back with a more innocent.

The next thing I knew Laura appeared to check that her mother was asleep and then discreetly slid her right arm under the side of my blanket.

I opened my eyes sharply and looked straight at her.

She looked right back with the sexiest mix of excitement and wonder on her face.

We continued to keep our eyes fixed on one another for most of what followed.

I felt Laura s arm under my blanket slide down my chest and locate the bulge on the outside of my jogging pants.

I was still as hard as a javelin and a delicious grin crossed her face when she discovered the fact.

I think my expression must have been an interesting combination of fear and arousal.

I made no attempt to prevent or assist the delicious assault but inside I was thanking God again and promising to be good in future if the molestation would only continue.

Laura s hand pressed down on my erection and she rubbed it a couple of times through the cotton of my jogging pants.

I then felt her fingers fumble to loosen the string-tie around the waist.

It took her a while but suddenly my trousers felt looser.

I puffed out the blanket a bit more in the area around my lap to hide the appearance of any motion down there and I felt Laura s fingers meet my skin as she slid her hand beneath the waistband.

Still looking intently in my eyes, she took hold off my naked erection and began to very slowly move the foreskin up and down.

I couldn t believe I was here.

On a crowded aeroplane at 30,000 feet, being wanked by a teenage stranger while her mother slept in the seat next to her.

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After twenty seconds or so, she stopped and pulled her hand out from my trousers.

The disappointment must have been stark in my eyes because she immediately smiled again, and this time provocatively raised one of her dark eyebrows.

She reached down for her own blanket and pulled it up over her body until, like mine, it was concealing her lap and torso like a thin duvet.

I m not the fastest bloke at the best of times but I cottoned on pretty quickly to what she was inviting me to do, and I slid my right arm across from under my own blanket until it found the edge of hers.

She turned her body more sideways to face me and stared again with the most beautiful look of concentration.

My hand found its way to her vest and I began to run my fingers along the thin material.

I could feel the warmth of her skin beneath.

Her lips parted and although no sound came out, I sensed her breath was now coming deeper and faster.

She had the first sign of trepidation in her eyes which joined the look of excitement and wonder that remained there.

I ran my hand in a straight line up the centre of her vest until it found her bare shoulder blades and I trailed my fingers across her breasts.

They were spongy and soft but nonetheless felt heavenly.

I grew more confident and gave each a squeeze before finding the entrance to her bra strap, and sliding my hand inside.

It was a tight fit but I was able to take one of them in my palm.

The nipple was smooth and warm.

After exploring the flesh of her breasts in this way, I let my hand stray down to the waist of her jeans.

I found the skin of her hot, flat stomach and caressed it a few times.

With each motion of my hand I allowed my fingertips to stray a little farther under the waistband until they were brushing the top edge of her underwear.

Her eyes acquired a look of fierce concentration as though powered by an electric current being generated by my touch.

After a short time I unpopped the top button of her jeans and caressed down her abdomen again.

This time my fingers were able to reach the first inch or so of her pants.

I unpopped a second button and now I could feel delicate curls of hair from under the soft material.

One more pop and I was able to reach right in and feel the flesh of her thighs where they met her panties.

It was so soft it felt like skin that had never been touched before.

Letting my stroking fingers come to rest between her legs, I felt that the crotch of the pants was very faintly damp.

Still keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I carefully peeled back the gusset of her pants from the top of her thighs and let two fingers come into gentle contact with the damp entrance to her pussy.

It felt as warm and wet as the inside of a mouth.

She gasped the cutest little gasp and looked at me adoringly, as though she would be at my mercy forever.

I think at that moment I may have fallen in love.

Holding the crotch of her pants away with my thumb, I rubbed my fingers back and forth over her slippery pussy lips, feeling them grow wetter by the second.

Laura was so wet down there that I was able to insert my forefinger quite deep into her pussy, while continuing to rub her clitoris with the palm of my hand.

I could feel her whole body held rigid and still, as though the slightest fluctuation in her position might halt the pleasure that was steadily building.

To make matters more sexy I realised she was still chewing gum.

Meanwhile Laura was returning the favour by massaging my erection up and down, allowing it and her hand to get slipperier with all the juice I was involuntarily providing.

It cannot have been long when I sensed I was about to have an almighty orgasm.

In fact so impendingly almighty did it feel, I wondered if it might be going to cause a mild turbulence to the aircraft.

I think my face must have signalled what was about to happen because Laura s eyes grew wide, and she grinned with pride and naughty anticipation.

The next moment her mother suddenly sat up on the seat beside her.

I pulled my arm away from Laura s crotch sharply.

Are you alright? , her mother asked softly, noticing her daughter was turned away.

She placed her hand gently on Laura s shoulder.

Laura s wanking-arm froze, as did my previously bucking hips.

She turned to her mother, a picture of innocence, as I felt my cock twitch and began to unload jet after jet of warm spunk over her hand (which was still tightly gripped around my shaft), and the inside of my jogging trousers.

The pleasure was so intense I almost fainted, and yet fear prevented me from letting anything show in my face.

My cock continued to spasm for what seemed like a blissful age, and I felt the whole area in my trousers get copiously rained upon by a veritable storm of my own goo.

I m fine, Mom , said Laura in what could have been an Academy Award winning performance of innocent-girl- wakes-on-a-plane .

She let her hand slip from the drenched confines of my jogging trousers and returned it carefully to the safety of her own blanket.

I m going to stretch my legs , her mother said and folding up her seat-tray, handed a half-cup of water to Laura as she got up.

Laura took the cup with her right hand and I felt sick when I spotted that her fingers were still coated in the residue of my sperm.

Fortunately her mother didn t seem to notice.

Laura noticed however and once her mother had departed, she began to wipe her fingers on the paper of the vomit bag which she took from the seat in front.

She smiled at me again and I smiled back, albeit a little embarrassed.

I wish we weren t on this plane , she said to me dreamily after a while, raising that devastating eyebrow once more as she did so.

I fell in love with her again.

Me too , I said goofily, wincing inside at how much my reply sounded like bad Hollywood movie dialogue.

Realising what a mess I was in, I figured I ought to go to the lavatory to clean up.

I stood up and discovered a damp lake was staining my trousers, so I wrapped the blanket around me like a Sarong and passing Laura s seat, I headed off down the aisle.

On my way to the toilet, I passed Laura s Mom coming back towards me.

I saw her notice the blanket- skirt I was wearing and in my paranoia I ascribed unlikely thoughts to the woman: that she knew why I was concealing myself with the blanket and was well aware what I had been doing with her daughter.

There were eight toilet cubicles grouped together on opposite sides of a mini-hallway, halfway down the aisle.

I put myself in one of the vacant compartments.

It had one of those space-saving folding doors and I found it tricky locking it into place behind me.

Once secure in the brightly lit little booth, I paused for a minute and released a long audible breath, able to register fully what had just happened now I was alone.

unwrapped the blanket from my waist and surveyed the flood damage to my trousers, in the long mirror upon the wall.

How the hell was I going to cover up a damp patch that size, I wondered.

It looked like I had pissed myself.

Twice.

Deciding to deal with the cause of the problem first, I pulled down my trousers and looked at myself in the mirror.

My cock was flaccid but had that recently-serviced look of fat satisfaction about it.

My pubic hair had been reduced to an afro of tangled sticky knots.

I used paper towels and an awkward manoeuvre over the hand basin to wash and pad myself dry.

When I finally felt clean and comfortable again, I turned my attention back to the state of my trousers.

Rubbing away at the damp stain with a paper towel as though I were sanding down a door, I made frustratingly scant progress and decided to simply leave the stain until it had dried, and deal with any mark that might be left on the outside later.

I took a piss, tried to make my hair look less unkempt in the mirror (which is a pretty tough call on an aeroplane) and wrapped the blanket back around my waist, exiting the cubicle.

The moment I emerged from the folding door, I saw Laura waiting in the aisle by the little hallway of toilets.

It struck me all over again how beautiful she was.

I assumed she had been waiting for a toilet to become vacant but before I knew what was happening, she was pushing me back into the toilet cubicle and quickly following after me.

It was even more cramped inside when we were in, and Laura had as much trouble as I had done trying to lock the door behind us.

Once the lock was in place she leaned in to me, pressing my back to the rear wall of the cubicle, the toilet bowl positioned between my parted legs, and she began to kiss me passionately.

It was a deliciously na ve kiss all tongues and no subtlety but it was terrifically erotic.

Her lips were warm and wet and she still had a ball of pink gum in her mouth that made her kiss taste like artificial strawberry-flavouring.

I instinctively ran my hands through her hair and down her back as we slobbered on each other.

Next thing I knew, Laura was kissing her way down my t-shirt until she reached my skirt which she unwrapped and whipped away, like she was removing a tablecloth without disturbing the contents of a table.

Peeling back my jogging bottoms, she pulled them down over my stiff cock which had proudly prepared for battle again, and leaning over, she took the head into her mouth in one go, and started sucking me off.

Looking down at her purple-glittered cheeks and tanned skin as my erection slipped between her lips, all glistening and stiff, was a sight indeed.

Better still, when I looked to my right into the long mirror, I could see my body awkwardly reclined against the wall, Laura bent over, and my cock sticking up in the air like a microphone while she slurped up and down on it.

At one point she removed it from between her lips with a blob of pink bubble-gum stuck to the end.

She giggled when she realised and swallowed my erection again, removing the gum with her lips and tongue.

After a sublime few further moments of sucking, she broke off and came up to kiss me again, her hand still hanging on to my penis.

I could taste myself on her tongue as we kissed.

I decided I wanted to see some more of the beautiful girl s flesh.

Switching places with her, I positioned her back to the wall and stuck my hands up her top to play again with her adorable little tits.

She let me pull her vest and bra-top up until they were exposing her breasts and stomach and I clamped my mouth around her soft nipples, sucking on each until it became a thimble in my mouth.

She was breathing heavily and still fumbling with my cock.

Leaving her top riding above her tits, I kissed down her sun-kissed stomach until I reached her pale blue jeans.

They contrasted with the colour of her flesh like sea against dark sand.

Unpopping the buttons one by one, I kissed south until I reached the whitest pair of girlie little knickers.

She shuffled her bottom out of her jeans, allowing me to pull them down to her ankles and display the tiny pair of panties in their full glory.

The words sexy girl were printed on the front in a retro-seventies font.

I had a delicious view in the mirror of her tits, stomach and tanned thighs in the mirror, which made the white of her pants look striking.

She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman I had ever had the privilege of undressing.

I kissed along her thighs and up around the waistband of her underwear before carefully peeling it down to reveal a dainty little strip of jet black fuzz and the plump lips of my stranger s cunt.

They were pink and swollen and soaking wet.

I lowered her pants to meet the jeans at her feet and saw a pool of moisture that had dribbled on to the inside of the gusset.

I buried my face in her pussy and tasted the sticky honey that was oozing from her lips.

Sliding my tongue inside, I lapped away at her with the hunger of a man who has not eaten for days (the flight attendant, had he been there, would have reminded me I should have eaten supper).

Laura gripped my hair with her hands and pushed my face into her, parting her thighs as wide as she could, to allow me closer access.

I paused for a moment and spun her around so that her pert little ass was in my face.

The flesh of her buttocks was so tight and clean looking, like untrodden sand in a desert.

I separated her ass cheeks with my fingers and dipped my face into her pussy again, slobbering for dear life all over her cunt.

I could see she was watching the whole scene in the mirror and getting off on the view as much as she was the sensation.

And quite a view it was too; Laura s top still riding up over her perky little tits and her ass sticking in my face.

I had to crouch further down in order to get unhindered access to her, which was awkward with my own trousers around my ankles and my erection still jutting out like the telescope on a submarine.

It was worth it however, for in my new position I was able to tongue-fuck the young beauty with all the passion and fervour I could muster.

Just as the two of us had all but lost ourselves in my energetic face-fucking, I suddenly lost my balance and fell backwards.

To my horror, the lock, which cannot have been fully secured, came free and the folding door to the cubicle fell open.

Before I could grab on to anything, I stumbled back and landed on my bare ass in the aisle, trousers around my ankles and my cock still standing to attention.

At the exact moment I landed, I spotted an elderly female passenger standing to the right of the aisle, watching me in horror.

Across from her on the other side of the aisle, I turned to see my flight attendant the one who had earlier tried to force me to eat dinner – standing looking at me with equal shock.

I panicked and without even trying to pull my trousers up, launched myself back into the cubicle and instantly pulled the door closed behind me.

Laura and I froze in silence inside the cubicle, her heart no doubt thumping to the same rapid tune as mine.

I nervously expected the flight attendant to knock on the door behind me and demand that we came out but then I started to calm down a little.

There was no way either of my accidental witnesses could have seen another person was in the cubicle with me.

I figured that although the event was staggeringly embarrassing, I would not be perceived to have committed any crime.

It didn t breach flight regulations, as far as I knew, to have an erection in the toilets of an aeroplane and fall out a door, and that was all these people had seen take place Sure enough it soon became quite clear that nobody was knocking on the door behind us.

Both Laura who was still pressed up against the wall with her bare ass in the air and myself, started to laugh hysterically at what had just happened.

It was the kind of laughter that two kids might share during a school Assembly, when the very fact they know they have to be quiet, only adds to the painful amusement they are feeling.

When we had finally stopped shaking with laughter which took some considerable time I ensured the lock was firmly in place this time, and returned to kissing the backs of Laura s sensational thighs.

Her own giggling subsided and she began to return to the concentrated state of arousal she had been feeling before.

My erection returned to its full boast and I carefully stood with its tip tantalisingly poised at the entrance of Laura s slippery pink pussy.

Easing it gently inside, she let out a short, indescribable noise.

Once I had slid the whole thing in, I went up on to my toes and started to rock my hips back and forth, pulling in and out of the tight, wet space.

The scene looked filthy in the mirror: a big cock plunging back and forth into the little space between the cheeks of a beautiful teenager s ass.

Laura was trying quite frantically to grip on to something as the doggy-fucking became more intense, but being an aeroplane, everything was secured tightly to the wall, with no sharp edges or angles to hang on to.

So instead, she simply pressed her hands into the wall, pushing the weight of her upper body forward to grind her pussy against my cock as I fucked her.

Within a few moments she was whimpering and whispering something under her breath.

All of a sudden she began to yelp, reaching her hand up to stifle the involuntary sounds escaping from her mouth as she reached a violent orgasm.

Her body was shuddering and jerking wildly against my cock, jolting in delicious spasms as the feeling overwhelmed her.

I could hold back no longer and whipped my penis out of her cunt, fucking up against the oily cleavage of her ass-cheeks until a first string of thick, white sperm shot from the end and sprayed up her back.

A second jet rocketed across her bottom, while a third flew so high and so quickly I had no time to see where it went.

Pulling back from her body, I wanked my ejaculating cock and let a fourth and fifth spurt splash against the exposed lips of her juicy young pussy.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that I fell against her and we each stayed there, motionless and exhausted for a second, pressed against the wall.

Shortly afterwards I began to softly kiss her neck and her hair, which smelt of sex and sweet shampoo.

We started to clean up, soon sniggering again at the dangerous pleasure of it all, and the remembered-embarrassment of what had happened.

We better not leave together , Laura said sensibly.

I agreed and gave her a kiss on the lips.

It was a valedictory kiss; part thank-you, part farewell.

I cautiously left the cubicle and was relieved to find there was nobody waiting for me in the hallway.

Making my way down the aisle I passed the rows of passengers on the way back to my seat.

Before I had a chance to avert my gaze, I locked eyes with the elderly lady who had previously seen me fall out of the toilet.

She looked at me with an expression that lay somewhere between fear and schoolteacher-sternness.

I shot a pathetic smile of British politeness back at her, and made my way over to my seat.

Laura s mother stood up to allow me to get in.

I noticed her eyes were fixed curiously on the neck of my t-shirt and instinctively looked down to see what had caught her attention.

To my horror, I saw a thick globule of sperm hanging down from the neckline, like sap dripping from a leaf.

We both looked at it, Laura s mother and I, and then looked at one another, each pretending we were unaware of what the other could clearly see.

I squeezed past to take my seat and, when she had turned away, quickly mopped the spunk off my t-shirt with the blanket.

Laura returned a few minutes later and the two of us became strangers again.

An hour or so later it was declared morning by the cabin crew even though it was now finally dark outside and only 4am.

The shutters were opened; the lights in the cabin switched back on and my favourite flight attendant came around with breakfast.

I say breakfast but it was distinguished from supper only by name, being virtually identical in every other way to the meal passengers had left largely uneaten the night before.

Breakfast, sir? , the flight attendant said, holding a tray towards me.

Yes, thank you , I said, taking it quickly.

I was no hungrier for the appalling plane cuisine than I had been previously, but I was not prepared to risk an altercation with this man who had so recently seen me in a vulnerable state.

My flight attendant looked pleased.

I think you probably should take it , he said, a smirk on his face, You are going to need your strength .

And just as he wheeled the trolley away, I heard him add under his breath: Big boy! .

I looked back in horror and he flashed me a camp smile and a wink.