http://storysexblog.com sex stories and smut letters sinfull tales stories with pictures teen stories anal sex stories Thu, 28 Aug 2008 10:22:27 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5.1.2 en http://storysexblog.com/flowering-of-bondage-fantasies/ http://storysexblog.com/flowering-of-bondage-fantasies/#comments Thu, 28 Aug 2008 10:22:27 +0000 Administrator interracial sex story free illustrated sex story wife sex story tranny story http://storysexblog.com/flowering-of-bondage-fantasies/ As the spankings increased in regularity, I was satisfied we were on the right path to living out our fantasies. Then we devised something we call the CRACK BELT. Under her skirt or jeans she wore a thin belt around her waist with a strip of rope attached to the back of the belt, running down between her cheeks, snuggled tightly between the lips of her pussy, pressing on her clit and attached again at the front. The constant pressure on her clitoris and the continual rubbing of it while she walked kept her crack juicy. The best part was watching her face when I knew she was coming in her pants and no one around her realized it. I also went out of my way to find long flights of stairs to walk up, because I knew thats when the rope and belt would make her pussy the hottest. There were times when I thought she was going to faint from the tremors of pleasure she was experiencing in her cunt. We always fucked immmediately after taking the Belt off, and she was so wet that I could sink my cock in to the hilt without the slightest bit of trouble. The Crack Belt got to be such a favorite for us that Kathy actually began asking for it, the first time being the night of our one year wedding anniversary. In celebration, we decided to go out for a nice dinner. After Kathy showered and put on her makeup, she walked out of the bedroom, naked, holding her Crack Belt. Softly, in a seductive little voice, she asked me if I would'nt like fit her into the Crack Belt myself. I fastened the small belt around her waist and then knelt down behind her to tie the cloth rope and pass it down the crack of her ass to be tied in front of her navel. But this time I felt something different as I was doing it: such important emotional tenderness on our anniversary. While kneeling behind her, I planted a warm, wet kiss on each one of her buttocks causing her to shivver. All through dinner my excitement continued to mount. I found myself touching her, running my hand ahainst her cheek, pressing my hand against her hip and lightly on her thighs. Beneath her dress I could feel the outline of the Crack Belt. The slow, sweet torture of anticipation tingled in my loins, and I looked forward to quenching my sexual thirst. Gazing at Kathy across the table, knowing her crack was wet from the Belt, I saw in her eyes the saeme tense anticipation I was feeling. We picked up our wine glasses and toasted out one year anniversary. When dinner was over we went right home. As soon as we were inside the apartment, I took her in my arms and gave her a long, passionate kiss. I sucked on her soft, warm tongue as if it were giving me life and unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. My cock bulged and pressed against the front of my pants as I knelt in front of her and undid the Crack Belt. I pushed her back onto the couch and spread her thighs so that her soggy pussy presented itself like a target to me. My tongue darted between her slippery lips and pushed into her hole. I tasted her sticky juices as I licked up the length of crack, stopping at her clit. Her back arched violently and a loud moan of pleasure came from her mouth as I sucked the fleshy button into my mouth and ran my tongue across it. Already she was about to have an orgasm, and she gripped the back of my head with both hands in preparation for it. When it came, she pumped her pussy up and down on my face while still holding onto my head. I continued to suck on her clit as she screamed with pleasure. When the waves of her orgasm had subsided, I took my now juice-covered face away from her pusssy and kissed her hard on the mouth so she could taste her own come. She again held me by the head and, kitten-like, licked my entire face clean of her juices. I stood up and took my clothes off. My cock stood at rigid attention as I told her to suck it. Kneeling down, she took the whole of my cock in her mouth and cupped my balls in her hands. Her head bobbed back and forth, her lips sliding along the entire length of my cock, her hands gently squeezing my balls. Her tongue ran along member, pressing and stroking, toying with the tip. Sometimes she would pause with my cock head caught in her lips and massage it wetly with her tongue. I felt as if I were about to explode with excitement. As the feeling grew in intensity, I gripped her head steady and began to fuck her face, pumping my cock slowly but deliberately into her now stationary mouth. I wanted desparately to shoot my load down her throat, but I decided to wait. I had other things in mind, and I wanted to mainatin my sexual energy for a grand finale. Pulling my cock from Kathy's mouth, I led her by the hand into the bedroom with my hard cock pointing the way. I watched while she put on black, net stockings with a black garter belt, elbow-length black lace gloves and a wide-brim, blue straw hat with a black band around it. With my girl dressed this way, I could hardly contain my desire for her. Taking her own hairbrush from her dresser, I ordered her to face the full-length mirror we have hanging on the back of the bedroom door. She braced herself by putting her gloved hands on the upper corners of the mirror and then spread her long, stockinged legs. As she stood with her eyes glued to her own reflection, I positioned myself behind and to one side of her and gently ran my hand across the smooth skin of her bare ass. "Beg me to spank you, Kathy," I ordered. In a meek voice, barely more than an excited whisper, Kathy said, "Oh, please spank me." And as she stood there spread-eagled against the mirror, I began to spank her ass with the hair brush. As the power of the blows became stronger, her ass got redder and the slap of the wood smacking hard against her skin seemed to reverberate through the bedroom. Although standing stationary, she began lifting first one foot, and then the other as if she were doing a slow dance. Her head arched back as she continued her dance and I continued the spanking. With Kathy standing there in front of me dressed like something from a French whorehouse and with a flaming red ass, I felt as though no man could have it any better. I loved this woman, and I loved the sense of power over her that spanking her gave me. This was a gift from Kathy. I ordered her to come away from the mirror and bend over. As she gripped the arms of an easy chair for support, I told her to spread her legs as far as possible and to lift her ass in the air. Lowering her head into the cushion, she did as she was told. Kneeling behind her, I now had her plump, meaty pussy lips staring me directly in the face. I hope I never lose my fascination with the sight of a woman's cunt exposed this way and waiting for it to be administered to. Pushing her ass up in the air as far as I could go with one hand, I began to spank her again. Moans of pleasure pain escaped Kathy's lips as her ass began to sway back and forth. My excitement was rising quickly. With each new smack my cock pulsed with the desire to fuck her until she screamed for mercy. Finally, I could wait no more. With one last perfectly aimed stroke of my hand, I elicted a loud moan from her. Now standing squarely behind her, I placed on hand on her waist for support and with the other hand guided my bone-hard cock into her hot, sticky ass. Upon contact with the stretchy grasp of her hole, I gasped in relief for I knew the huge amount of come I had been holding back would soon spill out of my cock. And it did. I would have liked to fuck her longer, but the tight walls of her asshole wraped around my cock like a slippery, gripping hand and brought me to a violent climax. I threw back my head and rammed my cock as far and as hard into her as I could. And as I came with primal grunts signally the pumping of load after load of my come into her ass, Kathy came also, throwing her head back and squealing with joy. ]]> http://storysexblog.com/flowering-of-bondage-fantasies/feed/ http://storysexblog.com/operation/ http://storysexblog.com/operation/#comments Sat, 02 Aug 2008 16:05:40 +0000 Administrator true story of love exotic sex story celeb sex story impregnation sex story http://storysexblog.com/operation/ Now I wasn't born yesterday. I'd read stories about this - I was fascinated. "Well, what can I do for you?" I asked. "We're looking for a woman doctor to help us. You see, my slave here has agreed to give his manhood to me. We need a doctor to perform the surgery." I was dumbfounded. I was going to flat out say no. I mean a doctor can lose his or her license for performing an unnecessary surgery like that. However, she told me she understood it was illegal but was asking me to bend the rules a bit. She explained how she too would want this quiet, and she promised not to make public her visit. She tried to make me understand how significant this offer made to her was. For a slave to offer his manhood was the ultimate sacrifice every woman in her select circle of lady friends desires. Also, she said she had very personal reasons for asking for this unique surgery. She gave me her number and ask me to think about it and then to call her. Well I thought about her visit for two weeks. I couldn't get it out of my mind. Finally I called her. She asked me to come to her home for supper. I arrived at her home around 6:30. She met me at the door and directed me to the kitchen. There I found this young man totally in the nude, making final preperations for the evening meal. We sat down and her slave served us dinner, but he didn't join us; he stood at attention behind and to her left. At dinner, she explained that her slave had been her property for five years. She worked and he took care of the house and was not allowed out of the house unsupervised. She said he was not supposed to relieve himself without permission. That was where her slave had faltered. She had bought him cock collar after cock collar, but he kept getting out of them. "There's nothing that pisses me off more than a slave who continually plays with his ugly cock and disobeys my orders. This slave is the horniest slave I've ever seen," she said. She made it quite clear that she was the boss, and that his latest infraction had violated his oath to her. She then took a plate and scraped off the scraps on her plate. Then she took the scraps from my plate. She set the plate on the floor and her slave knelt down and began to eat them like a dog. I sat there in total amazement. "You know what he did last week?" she asked as I shook my head. "I took him out of his cock collar. He promised that he wouldn't cum. He was lying in front of the chair and I was using his face and body as a footrest, when my foot just happened to brush against his cock. And he shot a load of cum all over my foot! It was disgusting. Well, that was it. For five years he hasn't been able to control his urges or his cock. I made up my mind I was going to get rid of him. There's an old black woman down in Brooklyn who has shown some interest in him at some of our parties. I was getting ready to call her when my worthless and undisciplined slave volunteered to give up his manhood for me. And I think that is the only way to control his urges for self gratification. That's why we called on you." We went into the living room as her slave cleaned up. She said that what she really wanted was not for me to do the surgery, but she wanted me to be present so she could do the surgery herself. In other words, I was to talk her through it. That wouldn't be so difficult. Castrations are done by farmers everyday (of course on cows and pigs). We talked some time about the operation. "You know something?" she said. "I'm going to miss his balls. You don't know how much fun they are to torment. I like to put weights on them and watch them stretch. And when I bend him over to put a whip to his backside, it's exciting to watch his balls dangle between his legs. It gives me something to try to hit. You know, he has some nice balls." "Yes," I said, "I noticed that at dinner." "They're so big and loose this time of year, it almost seems a shame to remove them." "We don't have to remove them if you'd rather not," I said. "There are alternatives." "I thought the only way to handle this was to remove his balls." she questioned. "Oh, heavens no. You see, there are various forms of castration. The most common is the type that farmers do. They are trying to improve their herd so they sterilize all the bulls except their stud bull. They do that by removing the testicles. Another way is to remove the entire genitals. That can be considered a major surgery. I think we had better rule that one out. But the final way is the way that I think would fit your purpose." With that, I drew a brief drawing of what I was talking about. "You see," I said, "what we do is basically remove the penis. Not all of it; we'd have to leave a very small stub, giving us room to clamp off the blood vessels. Also, that stub will save room for the urethra. He has to pee. You see," I said as I drew a jagged line across the drawing, "all we have to do is make a cut above the rest, leaving those beautiful balls for you to torment as much as you please." "You make it sound so simple," she exclaimed. "It basically is. I mean the penis is only skin and muscle. Contrary to belief, there is no bone there. The biggest problem will be to cut off the blood vessels. Once we deaden and localize the area, the muscles will go limp." "Will he be awake for this?" "Sure. Once he's been deadened, he won't feel a thing." She looked at me in amazement. "Will his voice change? You know the stories, the ones about the high squeeky voice and all." "No. Here's the beauty of this type of operation. All the male hormones are supplied by the testicles. We're not removing the testicles. What we are going to do is remove the highly sensitive underside of the penis. I don't know about you, but I've never seen a man cum without rubbing and stroking his penis. By removing the penis, there is nothing for him to stroke. The cruel part is that the juices will be bubbling in his balls. He'll still be horny, but there can never be release. He'll be hornier than ever, but he must suffer through it. I mean this is permanent. It's pretty cruel, probably the worst thing you can do to a man." "Yeah," she answered with an evil gleam in her eye. " But it sure is exciting to think about, ain't it?" I had to admit that it did make my juices flow. At that time her slave came in. He knelt down at her feet and kissed both of them. We started telling her slave about the surgery. We described how it would be done and what the consequences would be. But before we finished, he began crying. He looked into his mistress's eyes and asked, "Isn't there another way?" She reached down and gently brushed his head. "I'm afraid not, Tony. I've been patient with you for five years. You just can't control yourself. I want you to understand. I won't make you do anything. What I'm saying is that I need a slave I can depend on. The choice is yours. If you stay with me, you'll have to be fixed for your own good. If not, I'll have to take another slave. In fact, Mary has offered to give me Barry if you decide to go. You're better looking, Tony, and even better hung, but Barry is more diligent and has remarkable control. Tony, I think I deserve the the best slave I can get. Don't you think so?" He shook his head in agreement, but I could tell he was devastated to be involved in the conversation. Looking at me she asked, "Where do you propose we make the cut?" Motioning for Tony to come over to my chair, I proceeded to use Tony's penis to illustrate where the final transection would take place, when I marveled, "My what an enormous penis he has. It must be at least 8" long. It seems a sin to cut off so much beautiful cock. What a waste, when scores of men would love to have this cock. A lot of women, too, I might add." "Yes," she said, "too bad he has absolutely control over his urges. I want a slave who eats and sleeps thinking about pleasing me. He says he wants to be my slave, but he concentrates more on his own sexual urges than on mine. And for women who run in my circle, there's no excuse for that. The whole essence of a female dominant lifestyle is sexual fulfillment for her and sexual denial for him. Tony refuses to be denied. It's time he accepts denial, or I have no place for him in my domain. I've been patient long enough." She seemed quite determined as I proceeded to illustrate where to place the cut above the rest of his genitals. Reaching out, I took hold of his erect penis, and with my other hand I ran my finger across an invisible line just above his balls. "I'd say we'd remove it right about here, leaving him a short little stub." But before I could get another sentence out, Tony's penis spasmed right in my hand and a huge glob of cum shot all over my fingers. As I jerked away, this eruption spewed all over the floor. "How disgusting," I groaned, shaking cum from my hand. The woman sprang up and slapped him to the floor and started screaming at him. He was crying, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" as she screamed, "Lick this mess up! Lick it up!" Then he was on all fours, licking sperm off the floor. When I returned from the bathroom where I had gone to wash my sticky hands, she had him standing in the corner yelling obscenities at him. She had produced a paddle and was smacking his ass with it. All the while he sobbed, "I'm sorry! I couldn't help it!" But she kept landing that paddle on his butt! "Doctor, it's you who should be doing this," she said, offering me the paddle. "It was you hand that he defiled." Now this is not what I expected. His butt was already red, but he made me mad. I took the paddle and smacked his ass as hard as I could at least ten times. And he kept crying, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "You see, doctor, he has absolutely no control. It's a perfect waste of a beautiful cock. I can't even use him as my stud, for no sooner do I put that long hard penis inside me, when he shoots and the looses his hard-on. He's got to be fixed. He's disappointed me for the last time. I can't even bring my girlfriends over as I could never be sure he wouldn't make a mess on one of them." "I don't understand it," I said. "All I did was simply touch it!" "That's all it takes... what a tragedy. A beautiful cock gone to hell. I can't ride it; I can't even torment it. What a bunch of bullshit... You know, my sister has a slave that has teriffic staying power. He's in control of his balls and goes for weeks before he is allowed an orgasm. He doesn't cheat, either. He doesn't sneak off and play with himself, either. He turned his balls over to my sister and he's happy to accept his slave status... But not Tony. He sneaks around, shoots at the drop of a hat, and denies the thing every dominant woman must have -- complete control over his sex life. He's got to be fixed." Tony was still in the corner, crying like a whipped dog. I felt sorry for him but could understand the situation. So I decided I'd help. We made arrangements to practice so that she would be able to perform the surgery. For the next two weeks we practiced the surgry. I'd arrive at her house. (I wasn't about to do this in my office.) I'd bring a thick sausage to practice on. We'd take needles and practice injecting the novacaine. And at the end of each session, that knife would slice the sausage into two parts and each time I watched, my pussy creamed, thinking about the real thing. Finally the evening came. I arrived at her house with all the surgical equipment. There were several cars parked out front and when I entered, there in the living room were six other women that I had never seen. "Well, I guess this is the night," my hostess said, greeting me at the door. "Let me introduce you to some of my friends." As I was being introduced, I found myself shocked and amazed at the way some of the women were dressed. Some wore leather with spiked boots, while others dressed more casually. They apparently were fellow dominants invited to watch the proceedings. There ws also a man dressed in a maid's outfit, walking around in heels. He approached me with a tray and offered me a drink which I gladly took. When we entered the living room, low and behold, there was a totally naked man lying face up in front of the couch and two ladies were resting their feet on him. They were using him as a footrest and one big old fat woman had her foot smack in his face. But the amazing thing is the complete mater-of-factness about the whole thing. Yet each lady I was introduced to was exceedingly nice and friendly. The only seat available in the room was on the couch. "Have a seat, doctor," the fat woman on the couch said, as she patted the place beside her. I had to step over the man on the floor. And I sat down. "Don't be shy. This slave is down there to be used . Feel free," the fat woman said. Well, when in Rome, I thought to myself. I slipped off my shoes and rested my feet on this man's chest. "Doctor, let me introduce you to Tony's mother," the hostess said as she pointed to the fat lady on my left. In shock I exclaimed, "Tony's mother?" "Yes, you see it was Tony's mother who gave him to me five years ago. I was sure I could solve his problem, but I just can't." "You see, doctor, Tony's had an overactive penis since he was a boy. He was always masturbating himself crazy," his mother said. "I knew he had a problem when I had him, so I gave him to another mistress who could deal with him in a more mistress-like way." "I've tried, heaven knows! It has just come down to this," Tony's mistress said in an apologetic way. "Yes, it's too bad. But being fixed seemes to be the only answer. I couldn't control him when I had him. What does the good book say: 'If thy eye offends thee, pluck it out,' or something like that. I just hope it won't hurt too much," Tony's mother said. "Once he's deadened, he won't feel a thing. Though the needles hurt some, we can't help that," I assured her. For the next fifteen minutes we ladies talked. They had hundreds of questions to ask and I did my best to answer them. But in no time, we were on our way downstairs. It was time for the thing to be done. Tony was already bound to a sort of X-frame with his hands bound overhead and his legs fastened at the bottem arms of the X. Across the middle, he was also bound with straps around his thighs so he couldn't move. The rest of the ladies took seats in the chairs provided. One of the ladies I noticed didn't even hesitate. She raised her dress, spred her legs and after sitting down, forced the man in the maid's outfit to bury his face between her legs. She simply laid back and prepared to enjoy the so-called entertainment. I remember one other woman saying, "That sounds like a good idea," and she took the naked man who for a time had been my footrest, and pushed his face between her legs also. It was apparent that these ladies were here to have a good time. As we prepared the equipment, Tony's mother went up to her son and rubbed her hand gently over his cheek, showing her concern. "Mom," he whispered, "they're going to cut my penis off." "Yes, I know, dear. I'm sorry. But I think we both know this is for the best," she said, still stroking his face. "Mom, I just can't help it. It just errupts. I try! I really try! I want to be good, but I can't control it!" he cried. "I know," she said. "My poor baby. Ever since you were a boy, just eleven or twelve, you've wanted to be a slave. Remember the time I caught you dressing in my clothes? I was so mad, I spanked you but the spanking only excited you more. You shot your load then and I hadn't even touched you. It simply had rubbed itself across my lap. You've always wanted this. I'd find those domination magazines under your mattress. I told myself that you were different. Some mothers look to their sons to be doctors or lawers, but I knew you would make some woman an excellent houseboy and personal body slave someday. You were always so docile and shy. But I loved you for what you were. Some people are born to serve and you could do worse than live to make some woman happy." "Mom, you'll always be my favorite girl. But right now I'm scared. Mom, she wants me to give up my penis, my sex life or she won't keep me. I don't want to lose her, but I don't think it's fair. It's too much. She's being unreasonable," he pleaded. "Now you hush. Your mistress is one of the finest ladies I know. She treats you right. She fulfills everything you've ever wanted. When I found her for you I knew she was right for my boy. But a mistress has to do what is best for her and her domain. Your problem is always going to be a wedge in that relationship. When this thing is over you'll both be happier. Every time you give her an orgasm, you'll both know it was done unselfishly. You serving her for service's sake. That's important to a mistress. You can't serve two masters. You'll come to see that her pleasure is your pleasure. You serve your mistress from your heart, not your cock. A woman wants that. And I hope when this is over, your mistress will come to me and say that you are the best slave she's ever had. That would make me proud." "I know, but I sometimes wish it was like it used to be. Remember when I started college. I though I'd knock your socks off when I asked you to take me as your slave?" She laughed, "Surprised the hell out of me, but I was a sport and said yes." "Shocked me, too," he said. "You didn't even hesitate." "I knew all about you, remember. Remember the schedule I set up for you to do the housework? And that frilly lace apron I made you wear? I'd get a kick watching you do the housework completely naked, except in that apron and your high heels," she laughed. "I did a pretty good job, though." "Sure did. I always knew you'd be a good houseboy. I especially liked the way you'd lick my toes then slowly blow on them. And boy, how can I forget the way you eat pussy. You used to eat my pussy by the hour. I miss that," she confessed. "But dammit, Tony, you always would mess up my sheets. You couldn't put a handle on that penis of yours. In fact, if I'd kept you, I'd probably be doing the same thing. It's got to be done." "I know, Mom. I guess that's why I agreed to this," he said. "Tony," she said, looking out at the women who were there to watch, "these ladies are here to watch something special. What your doing is the supreme, unselfish act any slave can do for his loving mistress. In a way, I'm very proud of you." His mother sat down to watch. I think, as strange as the whole thing sounds, she was proud of her son, and disappointed at the same time. She surely realized what he was about to lose. Forever. But deep down she knew that this was for the best. With everything now ready, I sat down with the other ladies. Tony's mistress was prepared to do the whole thing by herself. All eyes were on the bound, naked young man with the enormous cock and balls. "Tony, before we complete what must be done, as your loving mistress, I want you to experience one last orgasm. Your last cum." The ladies in the room chorused the chant, "One last come... one last cum..." Tony's penis was erect and firm as his mistress took her hand and gently stroked his cock. It wasn't even ten seconds and his balls shot a geyser of sperm. His mistress shook her head and whispered, "Even now he can't last longer than a few seconds." The room was full of electricity. The chorus "One last cum," the stroking of the penis and the moans as Tony orgasmed his last time. Cleaning the mess, his mistress wiped his cock and balls with alcohol. Then taking the needle, as we had practiced, all eyes watched as the needle slid underneath the skin at the base of the penis. She squeezed the fluid in, then removed the needle and injected it again, only underneath where she had made the first injection. She did quite well. Only this time it wasn't a sausage. It would take five minutes for the area to deaden enough to proceed. Next, she took the clamp and about halh an inch above his scrotum she applied the clamp and tightened it as tight as she could. This of course would restrict the flow of blood, allowing her to seal off the blood vessels once the transsection was made. His penis was perfectly limp now. It hung long and lanky. She took it in her hand, flipped it back and forth, lifted it and let it go, watching it swing freely. Looking at Tony, she took the needle and poked the base of his penis. "Do you feel anything, slave?" she asked. "No, nothing, Mistress." he answered. "Is there anything you'd like to say before the thing is done?" she asked. "Mistress, I would like to say that I understand." With courage, he looked out at the ladies who were creaming with excitement from what they were seeing. He stoically said, "And all you other ladies here, I want you to know that I'm giving my mistress my penis because I love her, and I want her to be happy. As my mom told me, I've always wanted to be a slave, ever since I was in junior high school. But I haven't been a very good slave. I have been too selfish and uncontrollable. I hope this will make me a good slave." "Tony," his mistress said, with a proud look in her eyes, "I'll bet after this you'll be the best slave that any woman can have. It's a great sacrifice you're making for me and today you've made me very very proud." With that, she picked up the knife. It wasn't a surgical knife. She had insisted she use one of her kitchen knives. "It adds excitement to it," she said to me. And I guess that's true. I'll bet there's not a woman out there who has cut through one of those thick hot dogs or sausages and hasn't in her mind thought, "what if this were what's-his-name's cock!" Besides, I had taken the knife to the clinic and sterilized it. Reaching out with her left hand, she took the glans of his penis and stretched it straight out. She held the knife in her right hand and brought it within inches of his penis. Now I have to relay what was happening from the audience. all eyes were on the knife, but each lady had either a hand or a face in her pussy. The woman next to me had taken her breasts out of her outfit and was rolling her fingers and kneading her erect nipple and with her other hand she was furiously rubbing her pussy. Her eyes, as big as saucers, were fixed on the knife and from from her lips the words, "Doit, do it, doit," could be heard. In fact, every woman except Tony's mother was on the verge of sexual explosion as each one got so wrapped in it. I too slid my hand down into my panties and rubbed my clitoris. I couldn't help it. And soon, more of the ladies took up the chant, "Do it, do it, do it." And we watched. And we watched. Pulling his penis even more, she let the knife blade slowly descend until it came to rest on that invisible line that lay 'a cut above the rest.' In less than a few seconds, the knife, in a sliding motion, sliced cleanly through the flesh. And like a champion with her prize, she lifted it for all to see. From her left hand hung the 'penis of many troubles.' It would cause no one trouble anymore. The women all moaned and seemingly erupted. They literally shook in their chairs as they orgasmed to what they had seen with their unbelieving eyes. I too uncontrollably exploded in the best orgasm I had had in years. It was purely Freudian. But it was more than my libido could stand. Call it penis envy. Call it sadism. Call it anything you want, but my pussy shook and I simply closed my eyes and blacked out for nearly a minute. When I came to, I found my hostess busy preparing the wound; so I jumped up to help. When I was finished, we released Tony who looked beaten but in good shape. I took him upstairs to lie down and rest. I administered him a shot to make him sleep. Then I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Returning to the dining room, I found all the ladies around the table. Someone had washed Tony's penis, and it lay on a tray. Each woman reached out and squeezed it or touched it in some fashion. There before them lay the 'penis of many troubles.' Tony's mistress seemed to have a little regret in her voice as she said, "I wish I hadn't had to do it." Tony's mother gently took her by the arm. "Don't blame yourself. It had to be done. I know Tony. He loves and worships you. And above all else, he wants to be a good slave, but his penis always stopped him. It won't stop him anymore." "I know," she said. "He had the most beautiful cock," she said, pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. "I just wish he could have controlled it." "What are you going to do with his penis?" one of the ladies asked. "I've got a beautiful decorated jar. I plan to keep it as a reminder of this day. That way Tony can, from time to time, look at it and remember. It will help remind us both of what was sacrificed this day." I checked on Tony off and on for a few weeks. He healed fine and the skin covered over the wound, giving him the tiniest little stub. Tony's problem was solved. There wasn't enough for him to accomplish an orgasm. I haven't seen them for years. However, that Christmas I received a nice Christmas card from Tony and his Mistress. From what Tony wrote on the card, I could imagine that things were running smoothly at their home. Tony worte, "Thank you for all you help. Come this Christmas season you will have truly helped me to understand that it is more blessed to give than to receive." ]]> http://storysexblog.com/operation/feed/ http://storysexblog.com/cheated-into-bondage/ http://storysexblog.com/cheated-into-bondage/#comments Wed, 09 Jul 2008 14:44:31 +0000 Administrator audio sex story free audio sex story impregnation sex story waitress and sex story free hardcore sex story pregnant sex story http://storysexblog.com/cheated-into-bondage/ She's helping me look through the belts. "This one's nice..." "Motorcycle chains, eh? A bit rough for this girl." "Ooh, how about this one?" It's gorgeous. Silver on black leather, extra wide, but it looked way long. "It looks great, but I'm pretty sure it's too long." She tries it on herself. "Fits me okay. What's your girlfriend's waist size?" "Um." I hesitate. "27." "I hate you both. Please leave." I laugh and she hangs up the belt. "Now *here's* a beaut..." She pulls down this cool-looking thing that was made out of large- diametered silver O-type rings connected to little leather doo-dads that connected to smaller leather silver D-rings that connected a wholemessa chains that connected to another D-ring etc all the way around." "Can we measure it? Looks great. She'll plotz." Gets out a tape measure. Shit. 32" at the smallest hole. "Sorry," she said, about to put it back. "No, wait. I know the guy who owns 'The Leather Rose'. It's on my way home. I'll just have him take out one of the O-rings, a doo-dad, and a set of chains. How many inches will that take off?" She measures. "About 5. Perfect." "Cool. And I'll come back and give what he takes out to you for being so helpful for being so nice. You could wear it through your-Then he walks in. In *my* town. Into the coolest street in my town. Into the coolest store on the coolest street in my town. With his ditzy blonde wife and his stupid little entourage of hangers-on. Yup, last night was the night Morton Downey Jr. did Zipperhead's. Everyone in the store immediately recognizes him and we all look at each other and shake our heads. It's tough not to laugh at the guy. Real tough. But wetry to be good. And we watch them walk through the store with this kind of disdainful mocking 'people-really-*buy*-this- stuff?' attitude that pisses us all off. I'm wearing a heavy leather riding jackets w/silver epaulets and little cat-o-nine-tail fringes hanging from the zippers, so you just know Mort wants *my* autograph. The woman behind the counter and I decide to fuck with them. We start talking about how good the Eagles looked crushing Dallas on Monday, but ever so often raising our voices and shouting a buzzword or two Morty's way. "Yeah, that was the best," I said. "I can't believe I didn't CAULKING GUN bet it." "Randall looked awesome FILLED WITH CREST & BEN-GAY? A 60/40 MIX?" She's good, damn good. "OF COURSE. The offensive line was amazing. They were playing GAUZE PADS better than they actually are." "I know what you mean. Playing AND SOME BETADINE over their heads. ANAL SPECULUM." "MOLLY BOLT ENEMA. And you know, Dallas made some key plays too. The Eagles just looked Super Bowl. AND WE USED REVERSETHREADED SCREWS BECAUSE OF THE HEAVY VIBRATIONS." "YOU COULDN'T DAMPEN THEM?" she asked. "NOT UNDER Randall! ROLLER COASTER YOU DON'T." "GUESS NOT." By this time, Mort and co. had seen enough. As they passed us to get out the door, we smiled at them and all we heard them say was "Fucking freaks". It was the best. ]]> http://storysexblog.com/cheated-into-bondage/feed/ http://storysexblog.com/tired/ http://storysexblog.com/tired/#comments Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:04:55 +0000 Administrator nifty sex story true story of love audio sex story free audio sex story http://storysexblog.com/tired/ "Thanks for thinking of me," you say, smiling at me. I sit on the arm of the chair and kiss your sweaty forehead. "I bet I taste like a salt-lick," you grouse. "If I smeared you with butter, I'd take you out to the movies and eat you while I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger," I reply, grinning. "Nah; it'd have to be a Chow Yun-Fat flick for me to really enjoy it," you reply, chuckling a little. "I got a surprise for you," I say, kneading and massaging your knotted shoulder muscles under my fingers. "A piping hot bubble bath awaits you in back." "Ooh, that sounds wonderful," you say, wincing under my ministrations. "Is is real hot?" "Real hot." I stand and pull you to your feet. "Go soak. I'll be in there in a bit with more water. Or would you like iced tea?" "Make it a Shiner Bock." You shuck your uniform top and wipe your sweaty chest with it. "I'm goin' to soak." I go back into the kitchen and tidy up, rummaging around the silverware drawer to find the bottle opener. I crack open a beer and take it into the back. You're splayed out in the bathtub when I enter, head the only thing visible above the soapy froth. "This feels great," you say, arching your neck as you stretch the muscles in your body. "I'm glad you thought of it." "Pshaw. I'm boiling the meat off your bones to make stock," I retort, handing you your beer. "Your libation, m'lord." "Thank you, m'lady." You take the bottle from me and swig long and hard, then voice your approval with a hefty burp. "Ah, the pause that refreshes. Care to join me?" "Bath or beer?" "Either." I shake my head and perch on the toilet. "Nah; I'll just sit here and watch you splash around, my little ducky." "Quack quack," you say, splashing the water and bubbles with your hand, then burping again. "My musical intestines." "Do me a favor," I say. "Close your eyes and soak, okay?" You eye me suspiciously. "What are you gonna do?" "I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? Just close your eyes. This'll feel really good." I take the beer bottle from you and place it on the sink. "Okay, but I'm warning you." You sit back, close your eyes. "Any funny stuff and you _don't_ get a spanking." "Fresh." I reach for my sponge glove, the one I use when I shower. "I may not show you my new trick." "How'd an old bitch like you learn a new trick?" "Hush." I submerge my gloved hand into the semi-scalding water, getting it wet and soapy. The bubbles are high, almost up to my elbow. I begin to stroke your stressed body with the glove, cleaning and massaging your skin. You glow pink and smile. "Ah! That feels so good, sweetheart," you whisper, a little catch in your voice. "How 'bout this?" I squeeze the sponge around your cock, very gently, then slowly stroke it. The warm water swirls around your groin. "You like that?" "That's...good," you moan, your body shifting. I feel your hips arch upwards under the water; I place the sponge against your waist and gently push you back down. "Relax," I say soothingly. "Lie back, okay?" You recline against the tub; I notice that your breathing is very irregular now. "Can I continue?" I ask. "Please," you say. I continue stroking, smoothing the water and soap and sponge up and down your shaft, gently around the head, down around your scrotum. I increase the pressure, grasping you more firmly, speeding up a little. "Want me to stop?" I query. "No, please; no, don't," you say quickly. "Please." Faster, harder I go, watching the delirious, delicious expressions cascading over your face. Your arm rises out of the bubbly water and grasps the side of the tub. You're breathing hard and your hips are out of control almost, moving with the motions of my gloved hand. Even through the thick sponge I can feel the rigid shaft throbbing under my fingers. I myself am getting all sticky in my panties but I'm too fixated on your cock to be distracted by it. Suddenly your body goes rigid under the water and I feel your penis explode in my hand. Your head arches wildly back and an erotic groan escapes your lips. Then you relax and slide back under the water again; your breathing deepens. I take my hand out of the water and remove the glove. "You like?" I ask. "Jesus," is all you can say. I bend down and kiss you gently on the lips. "I'm going to bed," I say, flinging the sopping and slightly sticky glove into the sink. "You can join me when you're able." ]]> http://storysexblog.com/tired/feed/ http://storysexblog.com/audition-turned-to-be-simple-fuck/ http://storysexblog.com/audition-turned-to-be-simple-fuck/#comments Thu, 19 Jun 2008 10:19:40 +0000 Administrator free indian sex story interracial sex story true story of love virgin sex story black sex story http://storysexblog.com/audition-turned-to-be-simple-fuck/ "Ah, Miss Anderson! How wonderful you were able to come early! Do come in, my dear. We have everything set up, so if you like we can begin right away." He was a large man, handsome in a rugged sort of way, yet his eyes were surprisingly cold even though his smile appeared very genuine. He was well dressed with expensive dark slacks and what appeared to be an expensive silk shirt accented with a heavy gold chain around his neck. He took your arm and bowed slightly as he held the door for you. The crew were not so impressive, especially the slick looking young man who seemed to be leering at you as though you were dessert. There was something definitely unlikable about him, in spite of his dark, curly hair, his California tan, and his athletic build. Again, it was the eyes that disturbed you the most. "All right, gang, this is the big scene now," said Lamborghini. We open with a long shot..." "Mr. Lamborghini?" You were hesitant to disturb him, but some- thing was not right here. "What is it?" he snapped, turning to glare at you at though you were there to clean up and not to be his star. "Mr. Lamborghini, a friend of mine told me you're a little dif- ferent from other directors he knows, but shouldn't I get ready first? What about makeup? And what should I wear?" He smiled, but it was not a reassuring gesture. "When I need help, Dear, I'll be sure you're the first to know." "But..." "So! Now, Frank first we get a long shot of you coming in the door toward Miss Anderson. She has her back turned to you, obviously not expecting company. Her husband is gone for the day, and you're his best friend, so at first she's not too alarmed to see you. Then you tell her what you're going to do, and her expression turns... The color drained from your face as you realized the old trap you had fallen to with your eyes open. Frantically you looked around for a way to escape. No one was looking your way, so you made a dash for the door to the reception room. Locked! Oddly, they were still ignoring you. You ran to a door across the room, next to the bed that you had not noticed until now. Locked! "...then her husband comes in and sees you in bed with her. At first he is angry, but then he gets all excited by what you're doing...Look, Miss Anderson. You're not going anywhere. Don't make this hard for all of us. O.K., now that she's all hot and bothered, we're going to have to make a little revision here. Might be more interesting this way. All right, Frank. We'll start where she already knows what's going to happen to her. Lights! Roll 'em! Action! Go get 'er, Frank!" The one called Frank lunged at you and began pawing at your blouse as he pushed you back toward the bed. You screamed and tried to push him away, but he got his hand on the neck of your blouse and ripped it off from you. He laughed and tore at your skirt as you tripped and fell backwards onto the bed. The camera moved in for close ups as Frank pinned you to the bed with one arm and casually pulled your bra off with his right hand. He grabbed your full young breasts with both hands and tried to kiss you as you jerked and twisted beneath him trying to avoid his lips. You screamed then and he reared up to slap you hard across the face. Stunned and in shock at the suddenness and viciousness of his attack, you fell back while he slowly and deliberately slipped your panties down over your legs and tossed them aside. You screamed again as he spread your legs for the camera, but you knew you were helpless to resist all of them. Suddenly the cameraman stood up, almost dropping his portable camera. There was no sound but the faint whirring of an exhaust fan somewhere in the next room. A very large black man loomed up over you, and the one called Frank rose up in the air as though snatched up by a construction crane. The black man tossed him against the wall as easily a though he were a pillow. "Hobbes!" Lamborghini cried. "Look, Mr. Hobbes, we didn't know you wanted to watch the filming. I mean, hey! Sure, come on in! Make yourself at home. Jane! Get a drink for the boys! Sit down..." "Shut up!" the black man snapped, at the same time stepping aside to let the tall, quiet man face Lamborghini who was visibly trembling. "Mr. Hobbes...please!" The black man smashed Lamborghini in the face, then pulled out an awesome-looking black automatic and stuck it in the man's mouth so his chattering teeth made little clicking sounds on the cold metal. The tall man didn't look dangerous at all. He was quiet, even scholarly in appearance with his unassuming glasses and the touch of gray at his temples. It was the voice that chilled the room. He spoke softly, without emotion. "Nick, give the girl your coat. She's coming with us...Lamborghini, you know your job better than this. We don't use amateurs when I finance your films. This is business. You get your kicks on some other playground, but not with my money." "Look, Hobbes..." Lamborghini mumbled around the barrel of the gun. "MISTER Hobbes." Nick pushed the barrel of the gun further into Lamborghini's mouth. "Mifter 'obbes..." "Let's go, Nick. Get the girl." The big black man covered you with surprising gentleness, then lifted you as though you were weightless. He held you securely cradled in one massive arm, taking the reception area door's knob with the other hand. He shrugged, took one step backward and smashed it open with his foot. With practiced ease he opened the door of the black limousine and placed you on the seat as gently as though you were a baby. The man called Hobbes got in beside you, Nick slipped in next to the driver, and the car rolled away from the curb with scarcely a sound. "Soundproof, bulletproof...would you like a drink?" Hobbes asked with a surprisingly gentle smile. Still in shock, you looked at him blankly and tried to pull the coat down further. "I would have offered you my own coat," he explained softly, "but as you can see, Nick's coat covers more of you. Look, Miss, I'm sorry about all of this. Lamborghini's a fool. Nobody screws around...Oops! Sorry. You're understandably upset. I Don't want to add to it." He smiled again and leaned back without looking at you until the limo pulled up to the building with the red-uniformed doorman. "Mr. Hobbes! Welcome, Sir. Would you like any help, Sir?" You were beginning to recover enough to wonder at the way the doorman pretended not to notice that you were clad only in an oversized man's suit coat. You couldn't help wondering how common it was for this quiet stranger to come here with scantily clad girls. As you slowly got out of the limo, the doorman graciously covered you with his own long coat and an attendant rushed out to offer assistance. Thinking more clearly now you decided that if you were going to be raped, it might as well be in style. "Forget it, Miss," Hobbes said with a trace of a laugh in his voice. I brought you here for a hot bath and some new clothes. Nothing more." You blushed in spite of yourself, and tried to duck down inside the coat so he couldn't see. The suite was spacious, and servants seemed to be everywhere. One bright young woman rushed you off to the palatial bathroom and for the next hour you lay back in a huge, sunken marble tub wondering if you were dreaming. The young servant brought you a beautiful silk gown and a large Japanese kimono to wrap around it. She dried you and helped you dress, then led you back into the living room. Only the man called Hobbes was there. The servants had all disappeared. He looked up and whistled softly, and you blushed again in spite of yourself. "Well! For the first time I believe it wouldn't be so bad to be a dirty old man!" he exclaimed with a cheerful laugh. "But of course you're a guest, so you're quite safe, my little friend." He chuckled and you smiled without really knowing why. =============================================================== Subject: 2/2 Audition "Do you have any pets?" "Hmmmm...Well, I don't know about this...What the hell! Would you like to see mine? Her name is Aiki." "Eye-kee?" "That's right. She's a pretty little bitch, exceptionally well trained. Maybe she can help you relax after what you've been through." You're face brightened and you nodded your assent. "Aiki! Here, girl!" Hobbes called, then whistled. Much to your surprise, a beautiful young Japanese girl slipped into the room, wearing a see-through blouse and a very short mini-skirt. At first you thought she was wearing some kind of jeweled necklace, then to your astonishment you realized it was a studded dog collar! The next thing you realized was that her little brown nipples were clearly showing through the sheer blouse. She came up to Hobbes and knelt respectfully in front of him while he reached down to fondle her pretty little breasts through the cloth. "This is our guest, Aiki. Would you like to show her how we treat pretty young ladies here? Be nice to her now." You were unsure just what to do when the girl stood up and came to kneel before you. Very gently she moved the folds of the kimono aside and raised the hem of your gown so that she could get her face up between your thighs. "No!" You jumped back as her warm tongue touched you. The girl looked startled, and turned to Hobbes with a questioning look. "It's O.K., Aiki. Maybe she doesn't like to have it that way. Why don't you just remove your skirt and give us a little demon- stration. Would you like that?" The girl smiled and pulled her skirt off. She was not wearing panties, but what startled you even more was that she was com- pletely bare. As you watched, she knelt with her thighs spread and slowly masturbated herself in front of you. "That's enough, Aiki. Now take off your blouse and get down on your hands and knees and run around the room for us." The Japanese girl was naked in a moment, obediently got down on her hands and knees and began crawling around the room. "Well, what would you like to do with her, Dear? She's yours for as long as she gives you any pleasure. You can ride on her back, have her eat you, you can give her enemas, have her do interest- ing little things to herself..." "What do you mean!?" you cried in dismay. Yet in spite of your- self the possibilities began to race through your mind. "Why is she doing this?" "She's a sex slave." "What?" "A sex slave. She does anything that gives me pleasure, and she does it willingly." "Anything?" Your voice was suddenly husky. "Come here, Aiki." Still crawling on her hands and knees, the girl came up to Hobbes with a big smile and waited. "Get it out, Aiki. Show our guest how good you are." The girl obediently unzipped Hobbes trousers and pulled out his erect penis. She moved forward, took it into her mouth and began sucking it like a piece of candy. "That's enough, Aiki. Bring the whip, the multi-thonged one." The girl crawled away, and you cried out "No! Don't do that to her. You can't." "Would you rather I'd do something else to her? We don't want to leave any marks on her pretty body, but I'm open to suggestion." "Isn't there anything else you can do? Make love to her, or something?" "Of course. Or I can do the same for you, if you like." He was smiling, but there was nothing threatening in his manner. You knew that it was intended as a free choice. "Will she...ah...can she..." "Of course, if you'll let her. Aiki! Come here! No, no. Get up, Aiki. Give me the whip and let's see you do something nice for our guest now. She won't jump this time. If she does, we'll try the whip on her!" You knew he was joking, yet something about the suggestion excit- ed you in spite of yourself. Now Aiki was undressing you, and you trembled with expectation at the feel of her warm tongue. She held you close to her, with you still standing and she kneeling between you thighs, licking and sucking you until you thought you could stand it no longer. Then as you began to come, you felt a sharp sting on your little buttocks, and the sound of the whip as it stung you. Yet you could not move from t he eager tongue, and you waited with fearful anticipation for the next blow. It did not come. Instead, Hobbes laughed. "Just couldn't resist that the way you were squirming around Aiki's tongue. What a fascinating sight you two made." Pulling away from Aiki's face, slipping her hands away from your thighs, you looked at Hobbes with a mixture of desire and anger. "How could you!?" you demanded. "You said you wouldn't hurt me!" "And did I?" asked Hobbes easily, looking at your naked body with great interest. "Well, no...not really." You rubbed the spot that still stung slightly, then spread your thighs slightly as he came up to you and slipped his right hand down to fondle your labia. He stopped then and put both arms around you to hold your naked body close to him. One hand reached down to lightly rub your little butt while the other gently massaged your shoulders. Suddenly you squeaked as you felt Aiki's tongue flicking you from behind, trying to get in between your little buttocks. "Don't do that!" you squealed, but then she gently pulled the cheeks apart and with Hobbes feeling of your labia and fingering your clit from the front and Aiki running her hot tongue in against your anus, you sighed and let them have total access to your warm body. The evening was the most memorable of your life, one you longed to experience again and again. Hobbes and Aiki taught you so much that you had never known, and now could not live without. But it's late, and biographers are human. So we must conclude and come back some other evening. When you awoke the next morning, in your own apartment with no memory of how you got there, the phone rang as you were getting up "Miss Anderson?" The voice was unfamiliar, and you were wary. "Yes?" "Miss Anderson, my name is Harry Franklin. I'm a producer with New International Studios." "Oh, my! Another porn movie! Look, fellow, forget..." "No! No! Don't you recognize my name? I'm horrified! Two Academy Awards in five years, and you don't know ME? Please, Miss Anderson, don't break my spirit and threaten my life at the same time!" "Yes. Yes, I do recognize your name. But you've got to be playing some kind of a cruel joke. I want to be an actress, but you couldn't possibly be offering me a chance to be in one of your movies! How do you know I can even act?" "Miss Anderson, you can learn to act a whole lot more easily than I can learn to swim!" "What...?" "Mario Lamborghini was fished out of the river this morning." ]]> http://storysexblog.com/audition-turned-to-be-simple-fuck/feed/ http://storysexblog.com/strange-bondage/ http://storysexblog.com/strange-bondage/#comments Sun, 08 Jun 2008 14:13:58 +0000 Administrator audio sex story free audio sex story swinger sex story http://storysexblog.com/strange-bondage/ The driver lowers the window that separates him from his passengers and hands back a large envelope, which the youngest girl takes. She shows each of you wordlessly the message on the envelope. It reads simply, "Play tape inside." A video cassette is revealed by the young girl, and the older woman takes the tape and slides it in the limo's vcr, turning on the small tv. Soft music plays for a moment, followed by a woman's voice speaking in a firm, concise manner. "You have been invited to our retreat because each of you has shown herself to be a well trained slave. While at our retreat, you will be allowed to train new slaves for others if you show us that you can handle the task. Before your training can begin however, you must submit yourself to our scrutiny and judgement. Failure to comply or poor performance will be rewarded with a re-training program, and additional expenses for your master. I do not recommend that you fail." Images formed again on the screen, of a large mansion with manicured grounds. "This is our facility. It will take you about two hours to arrive." The tape continued with a guided tour of the mansion and grounds, showing several rooms with elaborate bondage equipment. The woman came back onto the screen, dressed entirely in leather now, with her large breasts compressed into a leather bra at least two sizes too small. "Each slave and master is accorded a rank. Slave ranks are symbolized by the color of their collars. Green being the lowest, blue being the next highest, followed by yellow, red, black, then gold. A slave wearing the gold collar my command any other slave, but is still subject to the lowest ranking master. Masters are denoted by the color of footwear, or ankle bracelets. Their color-ranks correspond to the slave colors, with green at the bottom and Gold at the top. There is one exception. There may be a master wearing black, but with diamonds on the bracelet or shoes. These are grand-masters, subject to no one. The number of diamonds signify their ranks, but they are all essentially equal." You are fascinated by the elaborate rankings, and wonder just how many people are going to be at the retreat. The tape continues. "The driver of your limosine has been instructed to deliver you on time, safely. The window between you and the driver should be up now, and this means your next stop is our retreat. You may play this tape as often as needed to familiarize each of you with its contents. No sexual touching is permitted in the limosine, and none of you are permitted to orgasm until after your arrival. The driver will inform us of any unacceptable behavior. You will find in the compartment next to the telephone several bags. Remove all of your clothing and any items of jewelry and place them in these bags. You must do it now. Strip! No talking except about the ranking system will be permitted in the limosine. Now get your clothes off and sit there until you arrive!" Feeling excited, you take a plastic bag from the young blonde and begin undressing. The others are doing likewise. The older woman removes her panties, showing her shaved pussy, and spreading her legs to remove the gold ring on her labia. The blonde is undressing slowly, showing some minor em- barassment. The large breasted woman leaves her bra for last, and when she unhooks it, her breasts fall out, sagging from their great weight. They are capped with large, dark nipples that are standing erect like pencil nubs. You're removing your stockings and you notice the small slip of paper in the bag. It reads "The only clothing you must wear are your white heels." You take the shoes out of the bag and slip them over your bare feet. You look around, and each woman is naked, save for her white high-heeled shoes. The blonde, without asking rewinds the tape and plays it over again. After the second time, the fragrance of womanly musk fills the car. You realize that your pussy is damp with anticipation. You look out the darkened windows of the limo, seeing people passing by, glancing over at the white limo curiously. They can't see through the dark windows, but they try anyway. The limo crosses a bridge, and the driver is slowing, dropping his window to pay the toll. You realize that the window is lightly smoked, and the toll-taker might be able to see you. The limo smoothly passes the toll-booth, and the window ascends. The toll-taker hadn't even glanced inside. The rid continues for quite a while, driving further out into the countryside, away from the noisy city. You pass fewer and fewer towns, then fewer and fewer homes as the limo heads for the foot- hills nearby. The limo's clock reads nine-thirty as you turn into the drive, stopping before a massive looking solid gate. The gate opens and you enter the retreat. You see no mansion, just a long, narrow paved road and perfectly kept grass and plants. The driver heads down a small hill, and you see the mansion, large and sprawling in the middle of a small grassy valley. As you approach, you see a woman, the same woman from the tape, standing at the front entrance of the mansion. The limo stops and the driver gets out, opening the right door wide. Cool morning air enters and raises goosebumps on all of you. You step from the car, naked except for your shoes and stand several steps from the car, the others lining up next to you. The woman watching you is wearing a black leather g-string and the too small leather bra. She is also wearing thigh length black leather boots, and holding a riding crop. Her hair is long and dark. She comes down the steps and looks each of you over closely. Satisfied, she turns, telling you to follow her into the mansion. You fall into line behind the older woman, and enter the mansion, seeing the expensive and tasteful decorations. You stop in the hallway, behind the leather clad woman. "Some basic rules first." She says. "I don't need to tell you about such simple things as eye contact, posture, and bathroom ettiqute. Your masters should have made you aware of those things." Her words sound like a speech she's made too many times, but her voice carries authority. "Here, you must call any "master" by the title "My Lord" or "My Lady". Any slave that is above you in rank must be called "master" or "mistress", but never mix your titles between slaves and masters. Do you understand?" A chorus of "Yes Mistress" rings out, only to be flawed by a "Yes M'Lady" uttered by the older woman. "SLUT!" The leather clad woman yells at her, standing right in front of her. "I wear a black collar! I'm a high ranking slave, not a master! Didn't you study the tape?!" The older woman stammers a bit and replies "Yes mistress" in a quiet voice. "NEVER REPEAT THAT MISTAKE AGAIN! Do you understand?" The older woman answers "Yes Mistress" in a very quiet voice. "Very well. You will be spared punishment so we may begin with all of you early today." The leather woman says. You are led into a small room and told to be seated on hard wooden chairs near the door. A young man, dressed in a white smock sits at a table. You can see his red collar while he and the leather woman have a discussion. He stands and calls your first name. You rise and go to him, standing with your eyes downcast as you've been taught. "You have been ranked as a yellow." He says simply and fits a blue collar around your neck. After he fits it, he squeezes your left breast and flicks his finger over your nipple. You flinch not at all. "You might make red by this evening. Very good. Return to your seat." You sit down and watch the big breasted woman receive a blue collar. The young man cups her tits and fonldes them for long minutes, finally letting them fall from his hands. Then the older woman waits for her collar. The young man has been quietly speaking to each of you, and now you can hear him clearly. "You were to be a yellow, but Mistress Lisa has mentioned you stupidity in the entry hall. You will be given only a blue." He fastens her blue collar and without touching her otherwise, lets her sit down. The young blonde is last. "Just a moment." He says and he confers with Mistress Lisa, then uses the phone quietly. Mistress Lisa eyes the girl, tapping her foot impatiently until the phone is hung up. "You have been awarded a red collar." He says, as if he didn't believe it. "You must be very good." He fastens the collar around her neck and steps back. "You are my equal, and may address me as Doug." Mistress Lisa congratulates her, but with her crop pressing against her small ass, tells her that she is still a lower rank. The blonde replies "Yes Mistress" to her and is allowed to sit down. Mistress Lisa allows each of you to use the bathroom, then the leads you to another room, where an attractive woman of about fifty waits, wearing yet another white smock and a black collar. She orders all of you to bend over and places a butt plug in each of you, followed by a sized phallus in your cunts. Straps are placed around your waists and through your thighs to keep both items in place. Wristlets are used to tie your hands behind your backs and to the straps at your waist. You struggle almost not at all as you are told to rise. The feeling of fullness arouses you and you feel your pussy juices begin to flow. The woman looks over some papers and then calls the big breasted woman over. She fastens a leather harness around the big tits of the woman, forcing them to jut forward before they sag over the leather. Then she explains to each of you that for the next 24 hours, you will be sub- ject to observation and restraint before further training commences. You are now led by Mistress Lisa out into the hallway and down to a large door. "Be on your toes sluts." She says calmly. "The masters of us all are beyond this door." She knocks on the door, and a voice says to enter. She enters and indicates all of you to follow. Upon entering the room, you see about twenty people sitting around a large table, dressed as if they were board members of a big corporation. The several women present are dressed nicely for business. They look at you as you walk in, naked and feeling very exposed with them dressed. Mistress Lisa tells the woman at the head of the table "New cunts for inspection." and she stands with her eyes downcast. "Fine." The woman says. "All of you stand by that wall." She points to the wall behind you and you each stand next to it, waiting. "We're a bit busy at the moment Lisa. I'll call you when we're done." Lisa bows and backs up, then walks from the room and closes the door. The masters are discussing some very boring stocks and bonds issues and not even paying attention to you. You can feel your slippery juices on your thighs and glancing at the blonde who is next to you, you can see that her thighs are damp too. Finally the group stands and approaches the four of you and they look you over. "This one has such great tits!" One of the men says, eyeing the big boobed brunette. One of the women eyes your nipples and comments that they are so large when erect that they'd make excellent clit stimulators. Another woman sees the red collar on the young blonde, and stands in front of her. "Is this a mistake?" She points out to the rest of the group. "A girl this young with a red collar?" One of the men picks up a paper and confirms the color. The woman eyes the girl carefully, looking at her long, slim form, her flat stomach, and her pert breasts. "She's delicious looking I admit, but a RED!?" One of the men asked the blonde her name. "I am Marlene M'lord." She says quietly. You realize this is the first time she has spoken, and how child-like her voice sounds. The woman who questioned her rank asks her what she does that deserves a red collar rank. There is some confusion while papers are checked. A man finds the paper, saying "Her mistress says that she has personally had her train studs and sluts very well, and that she is a very talented and enthusiastic slave, and", the man chuckled, "she gives great head." The woman eyed Marlene carefully. "Is this true?" She said. "How can someone as young as you give such good head?" That the woman was challenging someone's decision was obvious. Silence fell in the room, and everyone looked at Marlene. Gasps came from several mouths, as the young girl stuck out her tounge, extending it at least four, maybe five inches from her lips. "God! That's incredible!" One of the women said. "She's a freak" someone else said, and the woman who had challenged the color rank, admitted that she deserved her rank for her tounge if nothing else. "What about you?" you are asked by a thirtyish, attractive woman. Your reply is "I'm willing to please My Lady." Satisfied with your answer, she stepped over the the big breasted woman and felt her tits. "Hmm. Nice and juicy. Tell me, have you fucked other women with your tits?" The big boobed woman said she had, and then was led to the table, where the woman lifted her skirt and told her to do just that. A man asked the older woman in your group if she had a special talent. "Pleasing others M'lord." she replied, being very careful to get the title correct. The man pulled on the phallus in her cunt, moving it slowly up and down, making her legs tremble. Then he came over to you, and did the same. The feeling of his warm hand between your legs, moving the phallus inside you brought you to the edge. His questioning kept you from going over, kept your mind distracted. "Do you like anal sex?" He asked. "Yes M'lord." You replied. "Do you like to suck pussy?" "Yes M'lord." "I bet you like to suck your master's cum from a slut's cunt too." "Yes M'lord." He pushed the phallus deep inside your sopping cunt and then stepped over to the blonde. The woman getting fucked with big-tits was moaning and panting noisily on the table. You felt your juices running down your thighs like water now. The man questioned the blonde. "Do you like to please your mistress?" He said. "Yes M'lord." The blonde's high voice replied. "Do you like licking women's cunts?" "Very much M'lord." "How about sucking cocks?" "Oh yes M'lord!" "Kneel, slut." The blonde knelt and the man removed his thick cock from his pants, and told her to suck it. You watched, spellbound as the little blonde sucked his cock all the way down her throat. She was moving on his cock quickly, sucking him deep into her mouth. She paused, with just the head in her mouth and her long tounge snaked out, flicking the underside as she slid down again. You watched with amazement as she took half his cock in her mouth, her snake-like tounge reaching out to graze his balls. Your cunt was leaking thick white cream while you watched, and the others watched with amazement too. You were thinking of how her tounge would feel on your pussy, and what other talents she had. The man groaned and pulled out of the blonde's mouth, jerking his cock into her face. Thick white cum ran down her cheeks, over her nose, and down her chin and neck. Her long tounge reached out and licked the tip of his cock, receiving a large glob of his sperm. She licked his cock, then her tounge wiped his cum from her face, even getting the cum on her nose. It seemed her tounge was impossibly long. She even licked the cum from the bottom of her chin! Your pussy was aching to feel her tounge, that impossibly long tounge, probing deep inside you. The buttplug and the phallus filled you, but they didn't move, didn't give you what you wanted. When the man zipped up, you realized you were breathing heavily from the exhibition. They had finished with you and called Mistress Lisa back in, and she led the four of you out of the room. The big-breasted girl's tits were wet from the 'Lady's cunt, and her face showed that she'd sucked pussy too. Mistress Lisa led your quartet upstairs. Upstairs you met Mistress Olivia. She wore a gold collar, and in her chamber were several men and women already being disciplined. You could tell that she knew her work well. She was finishing instructing two of her slaves, telling them not to move. The girl knelt on a cushion, her hands tied behind her back, with an enormous cock in her mouth. The man was tied spread-eagle to a door-frame like structure, his hands and feet bound tightly. She turned and came over, ignoring the pair. The sight of the man's huge cock in her small mouth was very exciting and they were both straining not to move. Mistress Olivia spoke to Mistress Lisa before dismissing her. Then her attention focused on the four of you. Mistress Olivia was a lovely woman of at least some hispanic background. Her dark hair and eyes, full breasts, and very curvaceous figure made her look very alluring. She stood in front of the big-breasted girl and asked her name. "Patrica, Mistress." She said quietly. "You've been fucking cunts with your tits haven't you?" She said as she wiped up some of the juice from Patrica's big tits. "Yes Mistress." Mistress Olivia stepped in front of the older woman, asking her name. "Monica, Mistress." came her reply. "Suck my fingers clean." She commanded Monica. The woman sucked the fingers offered, quickly cleaning them. Then Mistress Olivia asked you your name, and you told her. She eyed you carefully, then she pulled on the phallus in your cunt, making you shake. "You're awfully wet. Would you like to come?" "Oh yes, please! Mistress!" you say, and she lets go of the phallus, and says it's not time yet. She spots the sperm on the blonde, running down her neck and her small tits. "Your name slut." She commands. "Marlene, mistress." The tiny voice replied. "Now just who came in your face already?" She asks the girl. "One of the Lords mistress." Mistress Olivia's eyebrows shot up. "Now what is so special about you that one of the Lords favored you?" Marlene hesitated briefly. "My tounge mistress." "Well, stick it out. Let me see it." Mistress Olivia watched and then she gasped when she saw how long the girl's tounge was. It took her several seconds to collect herself. "Well. That's quite a tounge. We'd best find a good exercise plan for that." Mistress Olivia caught you staring at Marlene's tounge. "Does her tounge fascinate you slut?" She said, standing so close her large breasts touched yours. You said that it did and Mistress Olivia took you and Marlene to the other side of the room. There, your hands were tied in front of you and your ankles tied together. She strapped your ankles to a ring and chain on the floor. Next she attached a chain to your wristlets, and pulled your arms over your head. Next, she had Marlene lay on her back on a short table, tying the girls arms over her head to the table's rings. Her legs were spread and tied down. Mistress Olivia removed your waist straps and removed the phallus and butt-plug from you, making you shudder. "Lean back against your chains." She told you. You did, and she pulled on one chain, lifting your feet clear of the ground. She kept pulling until your feet were level with your waist, your arms still above your head. You were suspended above the floor with your legs straight out, hanging by your arms. Next, she moved the table under you, placing Marlene's face below your soaked cunt. "Tounge her cunt." She told Marlene, and you felt just the tip of the girl's tounge against your labia. You moan, and wonder why she hasn't shoved that tounge deep inside your cunt. "Stretch that tounge. Reach for her juicy cunt with your tounge." Mistress Olivia says and now you understand. You are just barely in reach, and that beautifully long tounge can barely touch your aching pussy. Mistress Olivia returns to the other two, leaving you dangling helplessly over Marlene's flicking tounge. She can just barely graze your shaved cunt- lips, and you ache for her to go deeper. You see Monica being fastened to a table, and several slaves rubbing their cocks over her body. "They have been told to wash you with their cum, but only after you have begged for it sufficiently." Next, she took Patricia, the big breasted girl over to one of the several door-frames and made her kneel, tying her hands to the sides, and her knees to the bottom corners. Patricia's hands were tied on the opposite side, so that she leaned forward slightly, letting her tits hang forward. A young stud, all of about 20, was seated on a stool in front of her, wrapping his legs around her and told to fuck her tits, but not to cum until told to. Mistress Olivia returned to you, and saw that your juice was dripping into Marlene's mouth. She whispered instructions to one of the girls and she began working the chains and ropes. Suddenly you felt yourself being lowered onto Marlene's tounge, which she made stiff to penetrate you. Then just as suddenly, you were yanked upwards. "Make her beg for that tounge. Don't let her cum until I tell you to, or you'll be next." Up and down you went, each time, Marlene's long tounge seemed to slide into your dripping cunt, and then as you rose, she tried to lick your clit before you got away. Over and over, you were so close, but there was never quite enough contact. Mistress Olivia returned to the young girl with a mouthfull of cock and watched. They had not moved in almost ten minutes and they were clearly very eager. "Alright stud, you may cum in her mouth." The man moved just slightly and his sperm gushed from her mouth like water. The girl swallowed what she could, but he had cum quickly and copiously. Now Mistress Olivia turned her around and raised her ass, sliding her back onto the man's still erect cock. "Now fuck him until he fills your cunt." The girl, face down on a cushion, her hands behind her squirmed and began fucking him. You could hear Monica, begging the studs to come on her. "Give me your hot cum. Cover me, wash me with your sperm! Rub your cum on my cunt, rub it all over my tits." She was straining against her bonds, trying to keep her body in contact with the five cocks around her. The girl lowering you onto Marlene's tounge let you down and suddenly Marlene's long tounge squirmed its way deep into your cunt. You could feel your orgasm about to explode. Then she lifted you quickly holding you just above Marlene's tounge. Patricia was moaning her tits bouncing and rippling while the young man fucked them. Monica's voice was louder now, pleading for the studs to cover her with their hot sperm, and Marlene was moaning in frustration of not being able to suck you or get her tounge into you. You were panting with the need to cum. "Alright Debra, let her down and let that slut suck her off." You heard Mistress Olivia say. Marlene's tounge slid inside you, squirming around and fucking your cunt. You felt the first twinges of orgasm rising. "May I cum please, Mistress?" You asked, just to be sure that you could. "Yes, you may cum as much as you want." Marlene's tounge withdrew, then she snaked it up between your thighs, and you could see her incredible tounge tip cover your clit, then slide down your slit until she shoved it up inside you again. She repeated this again and again, until suddenly, you felt a huge orgasm crash through your body. "Ohhhrrrrrrrruuuuuuggghhhh!" you moaned and felt that wonderful tounge pumping in and out of your cunt, feeling your contractions squeezing your thick cream out to be lapped up my Marlene. Marlene was making small animal noises while she sucked and licked your cum from you, her long tounge still snaking all over your slit. You were floating both mentally as well as physically, and you didn't even notice when you were raised off of Marlene. Marlene was released and told to stand in front of you. You could see her face, soaked and glistening with your cream. You felt your cunt spasm as she stood there, licking her face off with that long sensuous tounge of hers. You were released at last, and stood weakly by the low table that Marlene had been on. While a girl unfastened your ankles, you saw the large wet area that Marlene's dripping cunt had left on the table, and you wanted to return the favor to her. Mistress Olivia called you over to where Patricia was being tit-fucked by the young stud. Weakly you obey, and you kneel as instructed next to the stud. "You may cum now stud." Mistress Olivia tells her pupil, and a few strokes later, his sperm is cascading down Patricia's big tits. "Suck her clean slut." You are ordered, and you feel your face shoved between those huge mounds of flesh. Patricia is moaning loudly, and you tounge her tits and chest, feeling the stud's cum warming your tounge. "Lick it and swallow every drop." You are told. Each stream of his sperm tastes better than the last, and you are licking her big tits all over, and even underneath where they are sensitive. Monica is still begging for the studs to come on her, trying everything she knows of. "Drown me in cum! Fuck my face! Cum in my asshole! Cum all over me, please! Please!" Yet they are holding back, each of them still stroking a rock hard cock. Mistress Olivia tells you that you are finshed, and to stand. Patricia looks at you with lust-filled eyes as you leave her. Mistress Olivia takes you to Monica, who is still pleading, almost crying with her need for release. Then she signals the men that they may cum. Each man leans forward and cums on Monica. Two of them shoot thick white cum on her tits, one on her face, one on her belly, and the last on her shaved cunt. "Now wash this slut off with your tounge." You are told. You climb up on the table and lick the sperm from Monica's cunt, chasing some down her slit. She comes when your tounge slides over her clit. Then you lick her stomach and tits clean, laying your body against hers while you lick her face. Mistress Olivia grabs your hair and pulls you off, telling you that you have finshed your task. The four of you are assembled and told to kneel. Four studs are brought in and each has a cock with a head that is swollen and anxious. "Lean back sluts." you are commanded, and you lean back on your heels. "Now studs, shoot your jism all over these sluts." Mistress Olivia commands the men. Without touching themselves, the men spurt their hot creams all over your face and tits. The man spurting on you seems to be firing from a hose. Cream saturates your tits, some even landing in your hair. The men are allowed to finish themselves off on your outstretched tounges. Marlene only extends hers part way, and still gets big drops of thick cum. "Rise sluts." M. Olivia commands, and you stand a bit weakly. The men are instructed to remove the straps and phalluses from the other girls and then you are led out of the room by a pretty redhaired slut wearing a black collar. Soaking wet with sperm, and your pussy cream making your thighs slippery you are led outdoors into the garden. There is a fancy party going on, with many people dressed nicely. You see some of the Lords and Ladies in the crowd. You feel like a true slut, being paraded about naked in front of these people, with sperm all over your face and tits. People turn and look at the four of you, some smiling, others scrutinizing closely. You start when you see that some of the people are wearing gold collars under their fancy clothes and one woman has a black collar studded with several diamonds. The redhead is completely naked, save for her black collar. She leads you through the middle of the crowd, and stops near the edge of the canopy. She instructs each of you to spread your legs wide, and then to put your hands behind your head. Standing as though your were being arrested. The redhead kneels and offers "four new sluts are ready to begin their training M'Lords and Ladies." She stands and departs after a woman thanks her, calling her "Sherri". The party continues, with people talking and occasionally eyeing all of you. You can hear pieces of conversations only. Phrases come to you, and you can tell they are discussing you four. "...big tits bouncing...an incredibly long tounge...great tits...very pretty face...says she likes ass fucks..." After a while, a man approaches and tells the Patricia to lean forward. She does and he slaps one of her tits and watches it bounce. Then he pulls his cock out and with just a few strokes, cums on her tits. "Stand up straight." he says and returns to a conversation. Slowly, several other men walk over, and one cums on your ass from behind, you feel his sperm slithering down your crack past your asshole. A woman tells Marlene to kneel and fuck her with that long tounge. She lifts her dress, showing her garterbelt and naked cunt. She moans and bucks Marlene's face, then makes the blonde stand up. The redhead reappears and collects you, and on your way back inside, you see four studs walking out, their cocks at attention. Each has a leather strap running around their cock and balls and their hands are tied. You are led upstairs to a large bedroom with one big bed. The redhead, named Sherri, tells you that you may now rest and clean up, and that dinner will be served at seven. She indicates the closet where she says clothing is labeled for each of you. Just before she leaves, she stops and asks Marlene if what she heard is true. Marlene says yes, and Sherri says "Show me." Marlene's long tounge stretches out. "Ohhh God!" Sherri says, and displaying a terrible lack of control, grabs her and kisses her fiercely. Sherri rubs her body hard against Marlene's slippery wet body, and she kisses her for a long time. Marlene's arms encircle Sherri's waist and the two of them lock in a very erotic embrace for several long minutes. Everyone in the room is getting turned on by them, when they finally part. They look at each other, and Marlene's tounge snakes out and licks Sherri's lips. Sherri repeats that, leaning forward only slightly. Sherri's tounge is at least two-thirds as long as Marlene's!! "God! What a fuckin' kiss!!" I may take you as my slut to train!" Sherri says. Reluctantly, she leaves and the four of you begin to clean up. The tub is large enough for all of you and you all soak together, washing each other off. Then, clean and fresh, with another hour and a half, you relax and talk. The topic seems to be Marlene's freakish tounge. Each of you finds a thin cotton dress for dinner, and the dresses are short and revealing. Yours fits fine, letting your nipples peek through the light material. The dresses are cut so that no matter how you sit, your bare ass is on the chair. Sherri shows up to lead you to dinner, wearing a black halter with studs, and a tight black skirt with slits up the sides to the waist. There is no need to ask, she is naked underneath, her orange bush showing when she moves right. ]]> http://storysexblog.com/strange-bondage/feed/ http://storysexblog.com/in-need-for-a-place-to-stay/ http://storysexblog.com/in-need-for-a-place-to-stay/#comments Thu, 05 Jun 2008 15:59:40 +0000 Administrator sex story with picture black sex story free hardcore sex story http://storysexblog.com/in-need-for-a-place-to-stay/ I guess that either the house was too far away from civilization, or my housekeeping was atrocious, because I had no takers. My money was starting to run low and having no extra income as I had planned, was getting to be a real drag. Then I got a phone call from Julie. I hadn't considered renting the room to a girl, as I thought that it could cause some complications when I brought a date home. She was in a terrible need of a place to stay. Her apartment complex had been sold and the rent was increasing to a point where she couldn't afford to live there anymore. I told her that I didn't really want to rent to a female, but she must have sensed that I was getting desparate to find a renter. She talked me into letting her look the place over. When I opened the door, I was taken by surprise. I had envisioned a plain looking girl with glasses. She had long blonde hair, which cascaded down to her waist. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement and she was a very beautiful vision of lovliness. I ushered her into the room and began making excuses for the shape of the house. She ignored my comments and seemed to have a number of ideas to spruce up the house. I was being entranced by her beauty and wondered if I should really rent her the room. Although there was some complications, I thought that it just might work out to our mutual benefit. ]]> http://storysexblog.com/in-need-for-a-place-to-stay/feed/ http://storysexblog.com/enough-for-today/ http://storysexblog.com/enough-for-today/#comments Tue, 03 Jun 2008 14:58:18 +0000 Administrator audio sex story pregnant sex story http://storysexblog.com/enough-for-today/ Julie said nothing as she prepared the coffee and placed the small cream bottle on the table between them. Becky looked at the bottle and then touched it to see if the contents were cold. "Don't worry Becky. It's fresh this morning. I used the other for my wake-up coffee when I fed the kids." Becky had been nervous when she got up, not knowing what to expect when she saw Julie and now, with this remark, realized that last night had not been some kind of wierd dream. As she sat there sipping her coffee which now had been diluted with milk from the cream bottle , Becky looked over Julie and noticed that although her cousin weighed over 200 lbs and was not very tall, she still was quite attractive in her own way. Becky could see the oversize tits pressing against the thin material of Julie's blouse and the nipples were clearly visable. Becky wondered if Julie had finished milking them and if she..... No! This was morning and a new day. "I'm glad your up and Ralph is still in bed," Julie stated. "I want you to stay here and watch the kids while I go to the Mall to get a few things. If Charlie should decide to get up, tell him that he can make his own lunch as I probably won't be back until late afternoon" "I think that I may pick up a new skirt at the Mall and then might visit my friend Ann if she is home." Saying this, Julie finished her coffee in one gulp and headed into the bedroom. A few minutes later, she appeared wearing a blouse she had for a long time and had never worn and her usual polyester slacks. "Bye-bye Becky," she said,"Wish me luck." Julie departed from her street driving slowly as normal but when she got out of sight, she jammed the gas pedal to the floor. She was so excited that she could hardly think. This would be the first time in her life she would be flashing her pussy to the public and she wanted to get started. All morning she could think of nothing else and waiting for Becky to get up had been hell. The mall was empty this early on a Sunday morning and she could park near the entrance which was happily near a womens' clothing store. Here she picked out a nice yellow pleated skirt which had a hemline about five inches above her knees. Never had she worn such a piece of clothing but when she tried it on, she knew it was the one for her new life style and did suit her looks. With her normal house-wife attire and without any make-up, Julie was just a plain Jane but with the new skirt and blouse and just a hint of make-up she knew she was attractive. "Do you suppose I could wear this out ?" Julie asked the salesclerk. "Most certainly, just go back to the changing room and put it on. No problem." After paying, Julie went to the changing room and put on the skirt,removing her panties at the same time. She put both her old slacks and the panties in the shopping bag and left the store, heading directly for her car to get rid of the bag and its contents. As she put the bag in the car, Julie felt a twitch of fear along with a slight shudder. She considered what she was doing,then smiled to herself and returned to the mall. As she walked down the central corridor of the mall, Julie could feel the fresh air circulating under her skirt and the breezy feeling between her legs was both refreshing and exciting. She wondered what people would say if they actually knew she had no panties on and was about to flash some poor guy. Observing that the B. Dalton book store was not yet open, Julie stopped at a fast food shop for some coffee and a roll. After making her purchase, she seated herself out of the direct view of the door and facing a second line of tables along the other wall of the mini-restaurant. No sooner had she sat down then a middle aged couple took the opposite table. The wife was facing her husband and he was almost directly facing Julie. "Well, I might as well give this a try. I don't think he will cause any trouble no matter what." Julie thought to herself. She then reached down to adjust her shoe and brushed up her skirt nearly to where her panty line would have been. Casually looking around, she discovered that she did indeed have the husband's attention. Absently she stroked the inside of her thigh as if lost in thought and observed the man out of the corner of her eye. He was not taking his eyes of Julie and she found this exciting. She then looked at her skirt as if checking for a spot and lifted the hem line and gave him a short but clear view of her naked pussy. This caused an immediate reaction as he choked on his soft drink. He was still coughing when Julie left the table and continued down the corridor of the mall. "It really does work."she thought to herself. Thinking to herself how brazen she had become in the last twenty-four hours, Julie smiled to herself again. This was the first time in years she had done that and she realized that she was no longer feeling sorry for herself but rather looking foreward to living life to its maximum. She looked down at her enormus tits and thought that although they are big and heavy, they sure do provide entertainment. While some people would call her fat, Julie now knew that she had something to offer besides her usually pleasant disposition and willingness to help others. These thoughts of life quickly disappeared as she reached the center Information Desk area of the mall as she saw a small crowd watching a band set up for a mall concert. It was not the concert or the band that caught Julie's attention but the individuals who made up the crowd, and one in particular, the security guard. This guard was dressed in a light tan uniform , rather tightly fitting and he gave the apearance of being more interested in the girls in the crowd than anything else. Taking advantage of the number of people milling about, Julie came up behind the guard and brushed her tits on his back. He turned quickly and when he saw Julie and her tits, he smiled and turned back, holding his ground. Julie repeated the same movement again and this time he did not turn but leaned back slightly into her soft chest area. With this Julie moved away but knew he would be keeping an eye on her. As she moved about the crowd, Julie could see the guard following her and so she decided to make her move. She moved in to the most crowded are and waited. In less that a minute, the guard was beside her. She looked at him and smiled then very quietly said,"Give me your hand." As she took his hand with her left, she lifted her skirt with her right and placed his thumb right in the damp slit of her cunt, rubbed it back and forth for a second, then pushed his hand away and walked out of the group. It would be difficult to describe the look on the face of the guard as he walked out of the group but from the new bulge in his pants, there was no question about where his mind was. "I'll bet he tells all his friiends about this and no one will believe him," thought Julie to herself as she entered the book store which had just opened. She walked through the entire store and, finding she was the only customer with no one to flash, decided to leave the mall. As she left the book store, there was the guard again. As she walked along, he came along side and asked her if she had a minute. "Yes, what can I do for you ?", she inquired. "If you know of some quiet little room here in the mall, I might have a few moments to spare in any case." The guard was speechless. He merely nodded and motioned her to follow him. They walked back toward the center stopped and told Julie to wait a couple of minutes, then follow him into a closed off passage way which he opened and entered first. Julie, heart beating a mile a minute, walked about a bit, then followed the guard into the passage way. As she closed the entry door behind her, the guard montioned her into a small un- occupied office with a desk and a couple of chairs. For a moment, they stood looking at each other, then Julie sat up on the desk and lifted her skirt, revealing her huge thighs and the happy spot in between. She saw the bulge in his pants getting larger and as she checked her pussy, it too was wet and ready. "Would you like to see my tits and suck on them before I suck your dick ?" Still not saying anything, the guard lifted Julie's blouse and put his mouth to one of Julie's enormous tits which were full of milk by now. When the first squirt of milk entered his mouth, he jumped back, not knowing what was happening. One look at Julie's face smiling down at him and he realized that this was milk he had tasted. He then returned to the tit and sucked like mad, draining it in a few minutes. When he started for the next tit, Julie shook her head no and pushed his head down to her belly and spread her legs wide. The guard needed no further instructions and went right to work, sucking on Julie's pussy. He licked the lips, sucked on the clit and tried to fuck her with the tongue. Just before she was about to come, he stopped and whipped out his wang and said,"My turn now." Julie took the rigid prick in her mouth and geltly licked and sucked her way right to the hair line. She could feel the head touching the back of her throat on each down-stroke. As she withdrew, she held the head in her lips and ran her tongue all the way around the grove, then underneath to the extra-sensitive spot. On each stroke, she could feel the twiching and could see the ball sack drawing closer to the body and the guard came closer and closer to his climax. Just as he was about ready, Julie stopped and said,"Fuck me now!" Julie lie down on the desk with her legs hanging over and the guard rammed his rock hard dick in so far that Julie thought she could feel it in her throat again. It took only a few rapid strokes and the guard came. Julie could feel the contractions of his dick and the hot jet of come blasting its way into the hot box. He must have been without a woman for a long while because the quantity of come was quite large, enough so that it over flowed the cunt and dripped down Julie's thighs. Once the guard was through, Julie sat up and sucked the excess come from the now limp rod. She then lay back and finger fucked herself to a climax for the guards viewing pleasure and also her own. As she pumped away at herself, she could hear the slopping sound of fingers splashing come around inside. She thought about Becky's tongue lapping up and down and she thought about the taste of the other security gurad's come that she had sucked out of Becky. With all of these thoughts, Julie came with a sudden rush. She did not get dizzy this time but the feeling was still very intense. As she sat up and looked at the guard, Julie thought to herself,"I really have lost control of myself but it sure is fun and I don't think I want to go back to my old style of life." "We have to get out of here before anyone comes," the guard said, looking at the door like he expected someone to come barging right in. "Don't worry about me, you go on and leave and I will leave in a few minutes. If anyone comes in , I'll say I had to adjust my clothing. See you later, maybe." After the guard left, Julie wiped the come off her inner thighs with her hand, sucking the fluid from her fingers as she did so. When theree appeared no more dripping down her legs, Julie left the passage way through an outside door and returned to her car. "I guess this is enough for one day," she thought to herself, and drove home. ]]> http://storysexblog.com/enough-for-today/feed/ http://storysexblog.com/three-girls-two-guys/ http://storysexblog.com/three-girls-two-guys/#comments Tue, 20 May 2008 16:11:12 +0000 Administrator real sex story free sex story post black sex story http://storysexblog.com/three-girls-two-guys/ I chased his tongue into his mouth when it withdrew, and that excited him, his hands now sliding urgently down my back. We kissed and kissed for a long time, his hands and tongue making me so hot that I was sure my pants were visibly wet. Chris announced the snacks were ready, and Pete disentangled from Jill to help her bring out the food and some drinks. She sat down, and started telling some jokes, most of them raunchy. Suddenly, Pete stood up, and unzipped about half way. Jill leaned forward, taking over the job, doing a good job of erotically lowering his zipper, and rubbing her hand over his crotch. I could see his bulge forming against his shorts. Jill was going to reach in through his zipper, but Pete put her hands on his belt. Jill pulled it loose, moving her face close to his manhood. Jill's hands slid his pants down to the floor, and we could see a huge bulge in his jockey shorts. Slowly Jill pulled them down, and when his dick sprang free, I could hear Jill's gasp over mine. Pete had a huge prick, and the head was perfectly circumcised. Jill stared at it, watching it grow even more. I could see her tremble as she put her hand around it and lifted it, then ran her tongue down the underside of it. She kept kissing and licking it, and Pete wasn't going to stop her. I looked down at Jeff's crotch and saw his bulge. No one had to tell me, so I unfastened his pants and took him out of his shorts. No monster like Pete had, but one of the most beautiful cocks I'd ever seen! Jeff was about seven inches long, and just the right diameter. I leaned over and licked the drop of his semen that dribbled from the tip. Then I just had to have him in my mouth. I licked his warm, rubbery head, and then started sucking him into my eager mouth. Jeff moaned softly and I felt his hips rise. His dick was warm and firm. After several long strokes on him, I then remembered that Chris was watching. I looked up at her. Chris was sitting back, one hand down her sweat pants, frigging herself while she watched us. Her other hand had pushed her top up, showing us her large nippled breasts and she pinched a nipple in her fingers. I looked over at Jill, and Pete was undressing her, she was down to her bra and panties. I pulled Jeff's pants off, and then his shirt. He undressed me carefully, kissing my breasts as he pulled off my blouse. Chris just sat and watched us, and her being dressed excited me even more. Jeff slid down to the floor and began licking my pussy. He knew his way around a pussy, his tongue finding my sensitive places and making me crazy with the way he teased me higher and higher. Jill went straight for Pete's dick, and I watched. Pete sat on the love seat with Jill sitting down facing him. I watched, and Jill slowly tried to stuff his meat in her tight pussy, taking him an inch at a time. Her soft, white round ass spread over Pete's lap, and his huge prick slowly disappearing into her made me so incredibly wet! Finally, Jill sat down, completely hiding his cock inside her. Jill moaned and breathed hard. When she rose up, the sight of such a big cock sliding out of her made me come right in Jeff's mouth! Jeff kept sucking and licking me, and I came again, seeing Jill take Pete inside her again and again. "Fuck me." I told Jeff, pulling him up from between my legs. Jeff kneeled on the edge of the sofa and pulled my legs wide apart. His prick slid into me easily, and it felt like he was as big as Pete. I couldn't take my eyes off the sight of Jill fucking that huge dick. I'd seen porno movies before, but this was hot! Watching my best friend getting fucked by a huge cock! Slowly Jeff started to pump me, and I closed my eyes and just floated on the sensations he gave me. His hands squeezed my breasts, and he pulled on my nipples just the way I like to do. I was so close to coming and I wanted to, but I also wanted it to last longer. Jeff started moving even slower, and I felt something flicking my clit. I started to come and I looked down and saw Chris flicking her tongue on my clit!! Jeff was starting to pound my sopped pussy and it felt like I was coming all the time. I felt Jeff's cock explode inside me, spurting what felt like gallons of his come. Before I could recover I felt Chris's mouth on my clit, making me come again. Chris licked and sucked me, and I could feel her licking up Jeff's come as it flowed from my pussy. Chris was hot and she filled my cunt with three of her long fingers pumping my pussy while she licked and sucked my throbbing hard clit. I felt like I was going to explode from the pleasure and then Chris pushed two fingers up my anus and began to ream my tight little butt hole. She made me come at least three times, and when she stopped I was so weak I could hardly move. Chris sat on the floor almost next to me, her face wet with Jeff's and my juices. I was too wiped out to say anything to her. I looked over and saw that Chris was leaning between Jill and Pete, obviously sucking Jill's clit, and her right forefinger was deep inside Jill's ass. Jill was shaking her head all over, and bouncing on Pete's huge prick. Her big tits were wobbling all over the place too, and I could see that Jill was slamming herself down on him. Pete shoved up hard, lifting his hips off the seat, and burying himself deep inside Jill. I could see Jill spasm and shake each time Pete spurted into her. Chris sucked on Jill's nipples, her finger still up Jill's butt. Jill leaned forward, putting her head on the back of the love seat. Chris lifted her off of Pete and slid underneath her, sucking Pete's come from Jill's blonde pussy. Chris was naked now, and she had her head in Pete's lap, face up, with Jill sitting on her. Jill was panting and moaning, climaxing again, this time so hard that she rose up and we could all see her pussy dripping into Chris's face and mouth. This got me going again, but Jeff was sitting back with a cigarette, and he looked tired. I looked at Chris's pussy facing me on the floor. Her labia were swollen and shiny, and her tan lines made her look sexy. I'd never, ever done a girl before, but I slipped down and laid between her legs. She'd given me a great orgasm, and I had the urge to make her come too. I'd tasted my own juices before, so this wasn't too different I thought. I leaned forward, sticking my tongue out and gently licked her labia. It surprised me to find them so soft and slick. The more I licked the hotter I got and the more I got into giving Chris head. Chris was rocking her hips up and down against my mouth, and I found her clit and sucked it. She moaned and about that time let Jill get off her face. Jill gasped when she saw me sucking on Chris, but I could feel Chris about to come, and I didn't want to stop. Chris arched up while I flicked my tongue over her clit and sucked it into my mouth. I felt her hands grab my head and push my face hard against her pussy. I could feel her juices making my face slippery, and my own pussy felt like it was just drenched. I worked a finger inside her and that did it. Chris came and she locked her legs around my head, grinding her pussy into my face. I sucked and licked, and kept her coming for about two minutes, and when we stopped, Chris was sweating on the floor, and my face was soaked. I expected Jill to get mad or say something, but she slid off the sofa and came to me. "That was sooooooo HOT!" She said. She leaned over and kissed me so lustily that we made up for lost time. My hands were all over her tits, and she finally pushed me back and started eating me. Her tongue lapped at my pussy, and when she sucked my clit, I came and came and came. I switched places with Jill, and started sucking her beautiful pussy, her blonde pubic hair exciting me just to look at it. Jill was really hot, and I could still taste some of Pete's sperm on her pussy, so I tried to shove my tongue inside her, using the tip of my nose to press against her clit. Jill came fast, and I could feel her contracting, trying to squeeze my tongue with her pussy. I sucked and licked her all over, circling her clit with my tongue, and spreading her legs wide. Jill's pussy was just flowing with her cream, and I loved it's warm, slippery texture and her sweet taste. I felt someone behind me, and large warm flesh pressed against my cunt lips. I could see Jeff's feet, so I knew that Pete was going to try to fuck me with his monster cock. I closed my eyes and sucked Jill's sweet cunt, feeling Pete slowly sliding his huge cock inside me. The head was gigantic,stretching my pussy wide open. Then slowly he slid down my hole, filling me completely. He kept filling me and filling me until I was sure I'd burst. I reached back, feeling for his cock, wanting to know if he was fully and completely inside of me like he was with Jill. To my surprise I could feel almost two inches of his cock still outside my pussy! Jeff was behind Chris now, fucking her hard, making her tits bounce while Jill sucked her. I returned to getting Jill off, but Pete's cock was so big that every time he pushed into me I felt like I was coming all over again. I had slipped two more fingers in Jill's freshly stretched hole and was finger- fucking her and watching her hips rock in time with my hand. We were all moans and heaving breathing in the room, fucking and sucking each other. Jill came first, flinging her legs wide. Chris came next, and she was moaning and yelling almost in my ear. I don't know when Jeff came. Pete rammed his cock inside me, and I literally saw stars for a moment. Then his thick cock swelled up, and I thought I would explode. There was a massive flood inside me and I could actually feel his sperm gushing out of his cock. I came so hard all I could do was shake and shudder on the floor. I couldn't even breathe!! My pussy contracted, but it was like trying to grip steel, and the feeling was terrific! Pete shot lots of his sperm in me, and I finally stoped shaking. It took me a while to catch my breath too. Jill slowly pulled away from my hand, with her pussy making a wet, slurping sound. Chris grabbed my hand and began rubbing it on her face and tits, licking Jill's come from it. I could just lay there and let her. Pete finally pulled out of me and Jill moved down and licked my pussy from behind. She stuck her tongue in my gaping cunt hole. Chris wasn't finished, and she started sucking Pete's huge cock. I just watched for a while, too exhausted to move, and Jill's tongue felt sooooo good! Pete was only half hard, but he was still huge. I watched Chris suck most of him down, choking slightly. Jill sat up and rolled me over, kissing me and letting me suck her tongue like Chris had done mine. Chris started sucking Jeff, and Pete was fucking her. Chris was kneeling with Pete behind her and she sucked Jeff's cock all the way down when Pete slowly slid that huge cock in her ass. Jill and I moved over to get closer. Pete moved in and out slowly, holding several fingers around the base so he wouldn't hurt her. Chris started moving her ass faster and faster, and Pete just stayed still, letting her fuck his cock. Jill laid down and started sucking Chris's tits and I sat on Jill's tits, rubbing my wetness over her big tits. I was watching Pete's cock slide in and out of Chris's ass in amazement. Jeff groaned and I could see Chris jerking his shaft up and down into her mouth. She sat up suddenly and kissed me, Jeff's sperm flooding my mouth as a surprise. Her breath was ragged in my mouth, her ass full of Pete's pumping cock, and a lot of Jeff's sperm ran down our faces and onto my tits. Pete pulled out of Chris's ass quickly, making her cry out. He stepped over Chris's back, straddling her jerking his cock. Pete turned towards me and shot a thick stream of his cum against my tits. Then another. What didn't land on me, dripped onto Jill below me, or Chris's back. Pete spermed again, and hit my mouth and cheeks. It felt good, and when he stopped, I looked down at Jill. She had some on her cheek, but most of it had landed on her big tits. We licked each other off, and Jeff, Pete and Chris all watched. My ass was up in the air and Jeff came over to me stroking his still hard cum slick cock. I started to wiggle my ass towards him. Jeff spread my legs and pressed his hot cock up my cunt banging me with hard fast strokes. I began to get off again and Chris crawled over to me and got up under my legs and began to suck and lick my clit while Jeff pounded his hot shaft up my quivering pussy. I began to climax again and Chris made Jeff pull out before he shot his load. Spreading my ass cheeks Chris put Jeff's throbbing cock against my asshole and told him to fuck my anus. I had been fucked up the ass before but the feeling I got when Jeff pressed his hot stiff meat up my asshole was too much to be believed between his hot cock rammed up my asshole and Chris with her hot tongue