The crowd was wild, the beats dropping perfectly, but all I could focus on was him. he leaned over the booth with that devilish grin, like he knew exactly how to get my attention. 'You’ve got everyone in here, but you’ve got my full attention'

I smirked, 'Well, it’s not every day I get a fan who appreciates good music and a good view'

He laughed, clearly enjoying the banter. the night ended with no words, just a shared smile and a promise of more than just music, though I had a feeling the playlist wouldn’t be the only thing we’d be syncing up later

Where I work, we’ve long had Casual Fridays, but with hybrid working, very few people are actually in on Fridays anymore, so already relaxed standards are effectively being relaxed even further. Since the 2000s are back, my friend and I came up with the idea of dressing like our teenage selves to relive our glory days. For extra fun, we’d keep the exact outfits a surprise until we were in the office.

Come Friday morning, I picked out some tight jeans I hadn’t worn in a few years, a belt, and an older hoodie. These went into my work bag to change into later, as I had some boring meetings to dial into from my desk in the morning, and knowing that my friend would probably not be available until afternoon due to her schedule.

Sure enough, she was slammed until late afternoon, so we figured we’d go for a stroll downstairs when her last meeting finished and maybe pick up a snack or drink from the supermarket inside our building.

About twenty minutes before we were due to meet at her desk, I was well and truly done for the day, and nobody was even left on my floor, so I went to get changed. Happily, the hoodie fit perfectly over my T-shirt, but the jeans…

As a late millennial guy, I was no stranger to wearing tight jeans in my youth. We were, after all, the skinny jeans generation. The problem is that, while I like to think that I take OK care of myself, I am very much not eighteen anymore, and it was immediately apparent that I was desperately out of practice.

So there I was, safely behind a locked door, standing in the middle of an immaculate accessible lavatory with only a T-shirt on, trying to squeeze myself into tighter-than-skin-tight jeans. The clock was ticking and I wasn’t about to chicken out of this, so I gingerly pulled the jeans up my legs bit by bit, and was eventually able to get them on. Luckily, this pair had a bit of stretch. I’ve always believed that the pockets make or break the way your arse looks in tight jeans, so I made sure to pull my jeans all the way up. Since I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I arranged my gentlemanly bits in front before zipping up, chucked my Converse back on and then popped on the belt and zipped up my hoodie. It all fit perfectly, with the bottom of my hoodie just touching the top of my belt, and the dark green hoodie contrasting nicely against my light grey jeans.

Looking in the mirror, I could almost believe it was 2009 again. (The fact I still have a side parting helps.)

Five minutes to go. I dropped my bag back off at my desk, mildly amused that the motion-sensor lights had started to switch off, and let my friend know via chat that I was coming up to her desk.

To get to my friend’s desk, I have to go up two lifts via an intermediate floor. This involves a bit of walking, and this is where the trouble started. Not only was I out of practice, but my bits were definitely no longer used to what you might call, with apologies to Fall Out Boy, the friction in my jeans. By the time I got into the second lift, I had a semi down my left leg, and with the jeans gently wanking it, it was getting stiffer with each step. On top of this, the centre seam cut deep into my arse crack, and the pressure from that added to the overall sense of being constantly stimulated.

I was well and truly committed by this point, so I soldiered on and mercifully made it to my friend’s desk without running into anyone, trying (and failing) to ignore the full-blown hard-on I had downstairs.

I said hi, and my friend spun around in her chair to face me. She looked me up and down, coughed lightly and said, “Nice jeans.”

“Thanks.”

“They’re very tight,” she continued. “I think your jeans might be tighter than mine.” She locked her computer and rose to show me her own outfit of a slightly cropped polo neck jumper in maroon and impressively low-rise (and skin-tight) dark wash bootcut jeans, plus nude heels. “What d’you think?”

“Fantastic,” I said. “Love the Olivia Munn look.”

This elicited an appreciative chuckle and a flick of her shoulder-length hair, and with that, we headed over to the lifts to head down for our break. Walking again meant that the friction resumed, and I felt my cock twitch. My friend was trailing me and saw nothing.

Our lift doors are mirror-finished, kept immaculate by our cleaners. This is convenient for noticing that you’ve spilt a bit of coffee on your shirt, but is especially useful for two people to stand side-by-side to examine each other’s outfits. We did this as we waited for our lift, and seeing my straining bulge reflected back to me did nothing to calm matters down.

As we stepped into the thankfully empty lift, I heard my friend say, “Oh.”

Not only do our lifts also have mirror-finished walls, but they have excellent lighting inside too. In this reflection, I could see to my horror that a small wet spot had appeared at the very tip of my cock.

“Dude, is that—”

It was definitely pre-cum. “Sorry, I—”

“Wow, you really like wearing these jeans, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m just not used to them anymore.”

“Mm.”

We made it out of our secure area and into the food court without further incident, though, and went to the supermarket to see what snacks or drinks were on sale. We ambled around looking for and comparing deals, and generally did not move around in any particular hurry. The feeling of being wanked off by my jeans eased into something less threatening, and I was able to comment on the crisps and biscuits like a normal human being. Nothing really jumped out at me, but my friend selected some Pringles, so we paid for them and left.

“Did you want to sit down for a bit?”

I explained that my jeans were far too tight to attempt to sit down in.

“That’s OK, we can head back up.”

So we did, but picking up pace on foot meant picking up pace in my jeans. While the sensation of being wanked in one’s jeans is not an unpleasant one, this was neither the time nor the place, and I tried my best to ignore it. This was harder (mind the pun) than I anticipated, as I could feel my cock throbbing and leaking more pre-cum.

As we swiped back into our secure area, I realised that I was in real trouble now. My lift door reflection told me everything I needed to know, and out of the corner of my eye I could see a faint smirk on my friend’s lips. I hoped to the high heavens that I could get back to my desk before "it" happened.

The lift arrived and we stepped in, and the friction from that pushed my overheated cock over the edge.

As the doors closed behind us, my hands flew up to cover my mouth as I let out a strangled yelp. My cock lurched and I felt a small but forceful squirt of cum shoot out as I started to ejaculate. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my arse as tightly as I could, but it did nothing as I helplessly felt my cock continue to jerk rhythmically as it pumped more and more cum, filling my skin-tight jeans.

After a few seconds, as the shooting subsided, I opened my eyes again to survey the damage. With no underwear to contain things, the wet spot down my left leg was now huge and glistening.

“Jesus, did you just… finish?”

“Yeah, fuck, I’m so sorry, I—”

My friend simply burst out laughing. “I can’t believe I just watched you finish inside your jeans.”

The lift doors opened and my heart plummeted as I realised I was on her floor, not mine. A wave of humiliation suddenly hit me.

Stepping out of the lift, I immediately started grasping at straws. “Um,” I asked in barely a whisper, “can you help me walk back down to my floor?”

“What d’you mean?” came the equally hushed response.

“Can I, like, walk behind you so you can shield me?”

“Dude, that’s not gonna work. Your wet spot is so massive you can’t hide it behind me unless you’re, like, super close, and I don’t want your cum on my ass.”

I opened my mouth and nothing came out.

“Just like, cover it with your hoodie or whatever.” She shrugged. “Anyway, I’ve got Pringles to enjoy and a couple more emails to send out, so have fun. Talk to you on chat,” she said, sashaying away, and that was that.

I unzipped my hoodie and took it off, holding it in front of my crotch as nonchalantly as I could, and bolted back down to my desk. By some miracle, I managed to make it back to my desk to grab my bag and then to the same accessible lavatory to get changed back into my much looser original outfit without running into anyone. It didn't bear thinking about what could've happened had I run into someone in such a state.

Suffice to say, I think these jeans will stay home for the foreseeable future.

It started out as just another gym day. i wasn’t even planning to do much, just hit the treadmill and call it a night. but then he walked in, tall, tatted, with that stupidly sexy confidence like he owned the place. every time i looked up, he was staring back, and lemme tell u, the tension was THICK.

i was on the leg press when he came over, all casual, “need a spot?” i laughed, “yeah, for legs?” but he didn’t leave. just stood there, smirking, watching me work out like he was undressing me with his eyes. ngl, it had me blushing and soaking through my leggings.

when i went to grab my stuff, he followed me to the lockers. “you work out here often?” he asked, stepping closer. before i could answer, his hand brushed my hip, and i felt a jolt. “you’re distracting as hell,” he muttered, his voice low and rough.

next thing i knew, we were in the private yoga room, door locked, and his hands were all over me. he ripped my leggings off like they were paper, his lips crashing into mine. when he slid his fingers inside me, i couldn’t help but moan, “fuck, yes.”

“you’re so tight,” he growled, pinning me against the mirror. his cock filled me so perfectly, i could barely breathe. he was rough, deep, grabbing my ass as he pounded into me. i came hard, legs shaking, but he didn’t stop.

when he finally finished, groaning my name as he spilled inside me, i was a sweaty, trembling mess. gym sessions just hit different now. pretty sure i’ll be sore in the best way tomorrow.

Last night was... unexpected. i wasn’t even planning to go out, but my friend convinced me last minute. we ended up at this underground bar, dim lights, good music, and a crowd that screamed trouble in the best way.

he was there. tall, scruffy, with that half-smile like he knows he’s too good to be true. our eyes met once, twice, then a third time when he leaned against the wall near me. “you’re not from around here, are you?” he teased, his accent melting into the low hum of the music.

“and what gave it away?” i shot back, already feeling the heat in his gaze.

the night blurred after that. we talked, danced, got closer than i expected. his hand found the small of my back, pulling me in when the crowd got tighter. his lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “you have no idea how badly i’ve wanted to do this.”

we didn’t make it back to his place right away. let’s just say the alley next to the bar got pretty steamy. his hands were everywhere, gripping my hips, my hair, as i lost myself in the roughness of his kiss. “you’re addictive,” he murmured, his voice husky, sending shivers through me.

the morning after? well, he stayed over, and let’s just say breakfast in bed took on a whole new meaning. i’m still thinking about how he pinned me against the headboard, his lips tracing every inch of me. if this is what london nights are about, i might never leave.

so, me and my boyfriend, let's call him R, went to this concert. one of his old friends from high school was there too, let's call him M. now, M was a bit of a bully back in the day, always giving R a hard time. but they'd reconnected recently, and R wanted to bury the hatchet, so we hung out together the whole evening.

we were all drinking, like, a lot. by the end of the night, i was fucking wasted. R was pretty drunk too, but M, he seemed sober enough. we ended up back at M’s place, just hanging out, listening to music.

i was feeling all wild and crazy, dancing and laughing, and M was loving it. i spilled some vodka energy on my pantyhose so i put them off since we were inside anyways. i was now left barefeet with a way too short black leather mini skirt that did not cover my ass at all exposing my thong (which wasn’t a problem before bc of the pantyhose i wore, but now i just looked like a cheap whore) and a sleeveless black tube top with cut outs on the side (let me know if you want me to post a pic of the outfit). 

he was watching me, his eyes all over me, and i could see that look. the look that said he wanted me. i was annoyed bc he’s the x-bully of my bf, but also, i don't know, kind of turned on.

oh one thing i should mention is that i have a little cum fetish, i love receiving cumshots and having my whole body covered in cum. 

at some point, R passed out. he was just sitting on the couch one minute, and the next, he was out cold. M looked at me, smirking, and said, "looks like it's just you and me now, babe."

i rolled my eyes, but i didn't stop dancing. "don't get any ideas," i said, slurring my words.

he laughed, standing up and coming over to me. "oh, i've got plenty of ideas," he said, his voice low.

i don't know what came over me, but i looked up at him, annoyed, and said, "enjoy the view but dont get used to it". he starts asking sexual questions and talks about blowjobs and cumshots and so on.

i was annoyed but horny too and i was fucking drunk. "you wanna cum on me or something? is that what you want?"

he looked at me, surprised. "are you serious?" he said, looking over at R, passed out on the couch.

"why not?" i said, shrugging. "it's not like we're fucking. it's just a little fun, right?"

i could see the hesitation in his eyes, but then he pulled out his cock. i knelt down in front of him, my head spinning, my heart pounding. i wasn't even that attracted to him, but i was too drunk to care. i just wanted to feel something, anything.

he started stroking it, his eyes locked onto my face. i pulled down my top a bit and squeezed my tits. it was so fucking dirty, so wrong, but i just sat there, letting him do it. he started moaning, his hand moving faster, i pulled down my top completely, squeezing my tits and started licking on them, and then he came, his hot cum shooting all over my face and tits, dripping down my chin, over my tits on my bare thighs.

i just knelt there, not laughing, not smiling, just feeling the weight of what i'd done. i was covered in his cum, and i felt... i don't know, confused, but also turned on. it was so fucked up.

afterward, M helped me clean up, getting me a towel and some water. i told him that it couldn't happen again, that i had a boyfriend. he just nodded, looking a little guilty, and said, "yeah, let's just forget about this."

i went home with R, who was still passed out. the next morning i woke up, i looked in the mirror, and i could still see the remnants of M’s cum in my hair.

i know i went too far. i know i did something wrong. but at the same time, i can't help but feel like it wasn't that bad. i mean, we didn't fuck, right? it was just a little fun, just a little dirty secret.

I have the craziest experience, and I just need to share this to someone. It was a Friday night, and I was eagerly waiting for my friends to arrive. I just turned 22, and I really just want to enjoy! My friends, let's call them Sarah and Emily, arrived at 9 pm, and we headed out to our favorite bar in the city.

The bar was packed, and the music was blasting. We ordered our drinks and started chatting and laughing. I spotted a group of guys across the room, and I couldn't help but feel a little flirty. They caught my eye, and I felt a thrill run through my body.

After a few more drinks, we decided to move to a different bar. The new place was even more crowded, but we managed to find a spot at the bar. I noticed the same group of guys from earlier, and they seemed to be looking our way.

One of the guys, a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes, approached us. "Hey, ladies, mind if we join you?" he asked with a grin.

We welcomed him and his friends, and we spent the rest of the night drinking, dancing, and laughing. I found myself drawn to the blue-eyed man, and we spent most of the night chatting and flirting.

As the night wore on, we decided to head back to their bachelor pad. I was a little nervous, but I couldn't resist the thrill of the unknown. We piled into their car, and I felt my heart racing as we drove through the city streets.

When we arrived at their apartment, I was struck by the sleek, modern decor. The guys led us to the living room, where we continued to drink and chat. I found myself getting more and more tipsy, and I could feel my inhibitions slipping away.

Before I knew it, the blue-eyed man was leading me to one of the bedrooms. I hesitated for a moment, but then I decided to go for it. I stripped down to my lingerie, and the man devoured me with his eyes.

He pushed me onto the bed, and I moaned as his hands roamed over my body. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I knew I was in for a wild ride.

The other guys joined us, and we spent the next few hours exploring every inch of each other's bodies. I lost count of how many times I was fucked, but I knew it was more than I could ever remember.

As the sun began to rise, we collapsed into a heap of sweaty, satisfied bodies. I felt a sense of satisfaction and contentment that I had never experienced before. I knew I had just had the wildest night of my life, and I couldn't wait to do it again.

The next morning, I woke up feeling a little groggy and a little guilty. I knew I had just engaged in some pretty wild behavior, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. I had just lived out my wildest fantasies, and I knew I would never forget the thrill of the night before.

As I left the apartment, I felt a sense of freedom and liberation that I had never experienced before. I knew that I was capable of anything, and I was ready to embrace my wild side. From that night on, I vowed to live life to the fullest, and I knew that I would never settle for anything less than the most thrilling experiences possible.

So those of you who have been keeping up with all my "journal" know that the majority of my stories usually focus on my exploits with M (My male fwb). The primary reason for that is quite simple, M and I have fantastic chemistry, He has become a very good and close friend, and I dont think ive ever had an experience with him that id call negative, he and I have also been fooling around for quite some time, so it just so happens that my spicier stories tend to Involve him. This particular story is however based loooong before I ever met M, before all the crazy adventures I found myself on because for this story, I was fresh out of highschool and still fairly inexperienced. This story has been one that people have been hounding me for, so I do hope you all enjoy.

L and I had been friends for an extremely long time. We were in the same class with one another during our first year at school and had been best friends ever since.

We were best friends who did pretty much everything together.

This event takes place during the summer break just after we had graduated, L and I had just gotten back from a friends birthday party, for those of you who dont know, Summer in australia can be unbearably hot, but thankfully the birthday boy had thankfully decided to have a pool party that day. The thing is, almost everyone in attendance were fellow classmates, people we only ever saw in school uniform, but being a summer pool party everyone was close to naked as far as we were concerned. It was the first time L and I had ever seen our friends in so few clothes To say it was a feast for the eyes was an understatement.

So what did we do when we finally came back to my place? We indulged in some alcohol and did what any young immature adult in our situatuon would do, we gossiped, we talked about everyone behind their blacks "who was hot and who was not" which then naturally just evolved into a game of "Fuck, Marry Or Kill?" As we played it slowly became dirtier, we got tipsy, we went into more detail of who we wanted to fuck and how we wanted to do it. The longer we talked the more I couldnt help but shift and squirm in my position... i tried not to make it too obvious but I also noticed L was doing the same.

L and I had never really had any boundaries, we got changed in the same room together, slept in the same bed together, and we had even seen eachother naked on more than one occasion. But there was never anything Sexual about.... But what happened next would change everything going forward.

Almost without warning L took her hand and placed it against my cheek she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine, in that moment my heart fluttered and instinctively I kissed her back but Neither of us stopped the other.

My whole body tingled, butterflies fluttered in my stomach and my heart pounded against my chest.

Ls lips pushed harder against me and I couldnt help but fall on my back with her ontop of me, her hands by the sides of my head.

Her amber red hair surrounded me on all sides, her glistening lips and those deep blue eyes, as I looked deep into them they only just piercing back into mine.

I felt her grind up against me, my whole body tensed and I let out an involuntary moan. L responded with a moan of her own and she immediately locked her lips with mine again, her hands held onto my cheeks as we both started to grind against eachother.

Then she begun to wander... her lips found their way along my jawline and behind my ear, her breath along my neck caused my legs to tense and I let out another moan.... I couldnt help it, I didnt even think, I just slipped my hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit above her pants as I did the same to myself with my other hand. L slipped her cold hands underneath my shirt, ran them up my stomach as she suckled on my ear. "How far is too far" she whispered in my ear

"Theres no going back now, please dont stop" I giggle.

L pulls herself away from me, gets up and with the cheekist grin ive seen, Pulls her top off over her head, a mass of red hair messily falls back around her face, her blue eyes flutter and she gently bites her soft flossy lips.

She unbuttons her bra, and seductively pulls it off. Exposing two plump pale breasts pierced with black jewlery, her nipples were perky and hard, her tight soft pale body, free of hair or any blemishes. She looked as soft as silk, but she was still well defined and toned.

Her hands slipped down her pants and her body arched, she bit her lip hard and begun to pull them down, once they passed her wide hips they fell to the floor with little effort, gliding along her silky smooth legs along the way, and between them, Ls plump, wet and waxed pussy...

I stood there, mouth opened and drooling As L stood there watching me. I was far less graceful as I pulled of my top, unbuttoned my bra and exposed my breasts to her, mine were bigger and heavier, she walked toward me, gently cupped them and started to fondle them, her lips found their way back to my neck, down my collar bone, i felt the warmth of her body pressed against mine. I slowly pulled my pants down. My pussy ached, I was throbbing, I could feel the heat radiating from between my legs, I wasnt waxed but i was at least trimmed. L ran one of her hands down my stomach and slipped them between my legs as she sucked on one of my nipples, I felt her fingers slip inside me "oh fuck" I exclaimed, I couldnt help but return the favour I slipped my fingers inside her too. She was so wet, warm and tight. We stood there, pressed against eachother, kissing eachother, holding eachother, fingers inside eachother until I felt a sensation building inside me "im going to cum" I wimper. Almost immediately L pulls her fingers out of me and gives me a hard shove, pushing me back and onto the bed, before I can even react she is ontop of me, her hands pushing my legs apart, her head between my legs, she looks into my eyes, and i feel her tongue slip inside of me.... I place my hands on the back of Ls head, my eyes roll back and I squeeze my own breasts as I rock my hips back and forth on Ls face. The feeling builds once again and I begin to lose control of my body. L places her lips over my clit and licks, she slips her fingers inside me, finds my Gspot and starts to finger, with her other hand she rubs my puckered asshole with her thumb, covered in my juices its wet enough that it slips inside me.

My whole body begins to tighten and spasm "OH FUCK" I exclaim as I begin to cum.... But L doesnt stop... and neither does my orgasm. My whole body shakes as I lose control and then I do something ive never done.... I start to squirt. All over my best friend and all over my bed. L giggles, licks her fingers and gives my clit a kiss, my whole body twitches... she kisses my pussy and I twitch again. Then I feel her tongue start to circle my ass. Ive never had someone eat my ass before.... and I liked it. "Roll over S" L demanded. So I did as I was told, I rolled over until my big plump ass was infront of L. I spread my cheeks exposing my asshole to my best friend, and she begun to eat.

I bit into my bedsheet and my hands cleched them too. L held on to me tight and alternated between my ass and my pussy. She slipped her hand between her own legs as started to rub her own. It wasnt long before she started to cum, and I felt her moan into my ass and gaping pussy. She pressed up hard against me and bit hard into one of my asscheeks, I couldnt stop I was rubbing my clit and getting close to cumming again... "Keep going" L said as she rolled over and laid down beneath me, looking up at my pussy as I continued to rub, her hands were between her legs and she pivoted her hips, fucking her own fingers as she watched me fuck my own from beneath me, just the thought of it pushed me over the edge and I came again, almost crushing L as my body tensed and my hips bucked. L pulled me down onto her face and started to eat me out again, but my legs crossed and I quickly rolled off of her. "I need a minute" I giggled "I dont have a minute" L responded. She climbed ontop of me, swung her leg over my head, and put her head between my legs, my view was a tight puckering asshole and a red, puffy, and drooling pussy nestled between a big, round ass as white as snow. I wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled her down onto me, my tongue sliding inside her, tasting her sweet cum. L bucked and slowly started to grind against my face as she started to eat me out again, I was getting sensitive, but it felt so good I didnt want her to stop. I arched my back up pushing my my hard up against her and she did the same.

"IM GOING TO CUM" l screamed, her hand shot between her legs and she started to rub her clit infront of my face and she burried her tongue deep inside me, my legs started to shake and she started to vigorously rub my clit as I came... once again she didnt stop, my whole body spasmed and I started to squirt again.... and then so did she. A stream of crystal clear cum sprayed from that raw red pussy all over my chest and face her whole body tightened, her hands gripped me as hard as they could and i felt her bite hard into my leg. Once it was over, she went limp and collapsed onto me, we just laid there for a moment, both breathing heavily, hearts racing and sweat beading off of our bodies. "Well that was different" I chucked Breaking the silence

L burst into laughter "Different good or different bad?" She tried to inquire, still trying to catch her breath

"So fucking good" I giggle back.

After we had finally regained the strength and energy, we both got up and were in desperate need for a shower, so we showered together got changed together, changed the soaking wet bedsheets and then finally went to bed together, but this time wasnt like all the times before, we werent just two innocent friends having a sleep over, now we were more, this was the beginning of something special, we laid there in bed together, our naked bodies intertwined with one another.

The End

Lucas meets Domina Emma in an atelier, a place of dominance and art. Her commanding presence and latex-clad body captivate and terrify him. She offers guidance, leading Lucas on a journey of submission and self-discovery, unlocking his desires and transforming him.

Lucas stepped into the dimly lit atelier, his heart pounding in his chest. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and musk, an aroma that both intrigued and intimidated him. He had never imagined himself in a place like this, but desperation had driven him to seek out the enigmatic Domina Emma. His once-steady hands trembled slightly as he took in the surroundings, unsure of what awaited him.

The atelier was a masterpiece of design, a unique fusion of art and dominance. Soft lighting cast shadows across the walls, highlighting the intricate details. Ornate iron chains dangled from the ceiling, their links glistening, creating a mesmerizing pattern. On one wall, a collection of whips and canes were displayed with the care of a fine art gallery, their handles crafted from exotic woods and leather. Leather cuffs and restraints, each one a work of craftsmanship, were arranged on a marble table, almost invitingly. It was as if he had stepped into a museum dedicated to the art of submission and control.

In the center of the room, a tall, commanding figure stood, her presence dominating the space. Domina Emma was a vision, dressed in a form-fitting black latex bodysuit that hugged her curves. Her long, dark hair fell in waves down her back, and her eyes, a deep emerald green, seemed to see straight into his soul. She exuded power and sensuality, a combination that both excited and terrified Lucas.

"Welcome, Lucas," her voice purred, echoing through the room. "I've been expecting you." Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his breath quicken. He knew this was no ordinary encounter, and his body responded to her commanding tone.

"I... I'm here," he managed to stammer, his voice hoarse with anticipation.

Domina Emma smiled, a slow, sensual smile that revealed her perfect white teeth. "You're here because you need guidance, a new purpose. Am I correct?"

Lucas nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from her. "Yes... I... I've lost my way. I need... something different, something to shake me to my core."

"And you shall have it, my dear Lucas," she promised, taking a step closer. "I will show you a path to rediscover yourself, to embrace your desires and unlock your true potential." Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she reached out, running a long-nailed finger down his chest, making him shiver. "But first, we must strip away the remnants of your old life, layer by layer."

With each word, she inched closer, her breath warm on his skin. Lucas felt his body betray him as his cock began to stir, hardening at her touch. He had never experienced such raw, unapologetic desire, and it both thrilled and embarrassed him.

"You're already responding to my touch," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still hesitant." Her fingers trailed lower, tracing the outline of his erection through his pants. "Let me guide you, Lucas. Surrender to me, and we will begin your transformation."

Lucas closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through his body. He felt her hands deftly unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest, and then the cool air on his skin as she slid it off his shoulders. Her touch was both gentle and commanding, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"Kneel," she instructed, her voice laced with authority.

Obeying without hesitation, Lucas knelt before her, his eyes fixed on the floor, unsure if he should dare to look up. He felt vulnerable yet strangely exhilarated, a sensation he hadn't experienced in years.

"Now, look at me," Domina Emma commanded, her voice soft yet commanding.

He lifted his gaze, meeting her intense stare. Her eyes held a mixture of dominance and tenderness, a look that made his heart race.

"Good," she purred, reaching down to stroke his cheek. "You will learn to embrace your desires, to find pleasure in submission. And I will teach you how to please me."

With that, she stepped back and began to unfasten her bodysuit, revealing her flawless skin inch by inch. Her movements were deliberate, a sensual dance designed to captivate and arouse. Lucas's mouth went dry as he watched her, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

Domina Emma's body was a work of art, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were full and heavy, crowned with dark nipples that beckoned him. She slid the bodysuit down her hips, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair between her thighs. Lucas's breath caught in his throat as he imagined the taste of her, the feel of her against his tongue.

"Do you want to taste me, Lucas?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. "Do you want to please me with that hungry mouth of yours?"

Lucas nodded, his throat dry. "Yes, Domina. I want to please you. Show me how."

She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Then come here, my eager pet."

Lucas rose, his body trembling with need. He approached her, his hands reaching out to touch her, but she stopped him with a raised hand.

"Not yet," she whispered. "First, you must learn patience. You will touch me only when I permit it."

Lucas bit his lip, struggling to contain his yearning.

Domina Emma stepped closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. She took his hands and placed them on her hips, guiding them to the curve of her waist. "Feel the warmth of my skin, the softness of my body. But remember, you must earn the pleasure of touching me freely."

As Lucas's fingers explored the contours of her hips, she let out a soft moan, her breath quickening. "That's it, my eager student. Learn to control your impulses, to wait for my command. Only then will you truly understand the power of submission."

She stepped back, leaving him aching with desire. "Now, Lucas, I want you to strip for me. Show me your body, every inch of it."

Lucas hesitated for a moment, feeling exposed, but the hunger in her eyes urged him on. He slowly began to undress, peeling off his clothes until he stood naked before her. His cock stood erect, a testament to his desire for this enigmatic woman.

"Very good," she purred, her eyes raking over his body. "You have a beautiful body, Lucas. It's time to put it to good use."

She produced a blindfold from her pocket and gently tied it around his eyes, plunging him into darkness. "Now, you will learn to rely on your other senses, to trust me completely."

Lucas stood still, his heart racing. He felt her hands on his shoulders, guiding him to a nearby table. She positioned him, his hands resting on the cool surface, and secured his wrists with leather cuffs, rendering him helpless yet excited.

"Do you trust me, Lucas?" she asked, her breath warm on his neck.

"Yes, Domina," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Good," she replied, her fingers trailing down his chest, across his nipples, and lower, until she cupped his balls in her hand. "Then you won't mind if I explore your body, will you?"

Lucas gasped as she squeezed gently, her touch sending waves of pleasure through him. "No, Domina. Please... do as you wish."

She chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, I intend to, Lucas. I intend to explore every inch of you."

Her fingers trailed up his shaft, stroking him slowly, and he moaned, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "You're so eager, my pet. But we must teach you control."

With that, she released his balls and moved her hand to his nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers. Lucas arched his back, his cock throbbing, as she expertly manipulated his sensitive flesh.

"You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her hot breath on his ear. "You're learning that pleasure can come from places you never imagined."

Lucas could only nod, his body on fire with sensations he had never known.

Domina Emma continued her exploration, her hands gliding over his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. She teased his cock, bringing him to the brink of orgasm only to pull away, denying him release. She wanted him to understand that she was in control, that his pleasure was at her mercy.

"Please, Domina," he begged, his voice raw. "Let me come for you."

"Not yet, my eager student," she replied, her voice filled with satisfaction. "We have only just begun. There is so much more for you to learn, so much more pleasure to be had."

Lucas trembled, his body aching for release, but he knew he had no choice but to surrender to her will. As the first chapter of his transformation unfolded, he realized that Domina Emma held the key to unlocking his deepest desires and rebuilding his shattered confidence.

The atelier echoed with his ragged breaths and her soft, commanding voice, setting the stage for the intense journey that lay ahead.

I’m a bi lady. I’ve been bi ever since I was a teenager and started having sexual attraction towards people. My friend, Melanie, has been by my side ever since we were in high school. We are both in our mid 20s now. We are inseparable. She’s straight. But she has admitted that she’s had sexual thoughts for girls, just never acted on them.

She has been with her boyfriend for over 5 years. Honestly they were a really good couple. I thought they fit perfectly together. It seemed like they would be getting married anyway. Well recently he broke her heart. He didn’t cheat. He just simply said he didn’t feel right being with her anymore. She had no indication that this was going to happen. She adored him. She was broken when he told her.

Me being the loving friend that I am, I made sure I was there for her in any way that she needed. I invited her over to my place to stay as long as she wanted. We watched movies, ate lots of food, played games, and drank like no one’s business. Pretty much the normal stuff that you think of when you’ve been dumped. It seemed like it would help, then next thing she would be down again. She wanted to be held a lot, which was super sweet. I wanted to figure out how to help her more. I suggested that she find another cute guy - to go on a date with or get some dick from. I thought that would help her get her mind off of things.

She agreed to that. I helped her set up some dating and hookup apps. She found someone within a day. They were going to meet up over the weekend. The day got there and she left to go meet him. Within the next 30 minutes she was back. She looked super sad and told me that the guy completely ghosted her. I hugged her and said let’s get some drinks. We started drinking and her mood definitely picked up. She was definitely getting tipsy. We started to dance some and she playfully was grabbing my butt. She said “ya know, I’ve always thought you were hot as fuck. Too bad we are friends huh?” I nodded my head yeah. She then said “well friends can still have a little fun, yeah?” I didn’t know what to say.

She asked if I could help her out since I was into women and her guy bailed on her. I asked in what way. She bluntly said “in getting me off.” I was shocked and asked if she was thinking straight. She said “look I promise you this is not the alcohol. I’m horny as fuck and your hot and I need help.” In truth I’ve always been attracted to her. I’ve just never acted in those feelings. After getting reassurance that this was okay once more I asked her how she would like me to help. She smiled, flopped on the couch and proceeded to unbutton and take off her shorts.

Her pussy was already out. She was going commando under her shorts. It was so pretty. There was some hair. She apologized and said she hasn’t been really grooming ever since her boyfriend broke up with her. I told her I loved it and got down without saying anything else and proceeded to kiss her thighs and around her pussy lips. She was already moaning so loudly. When I dove in she got even loader. Within minutes she said that she was cumming. I asked if she wanted to go again and she nodded her head yes at me. I ended up making her cum three more times that night. Afterwards we cuddled and went to sleep.

She thanked me the next morning and said that it helped her a bunch. She assured me that it didn’t make things weird. That it was just simply a friend helping a friend (:

When she stepped into the small police station, he was sitting, leaned back in a swivel chair chatting up a pair of police officers like they were old friends.

"Can I help you?" asked an older woman officer standing behind the counter near the station entrance.

"Hello, yeah, I'm here to bail out Graham Mercer." said Deirdre, gesturing shyly towards the big man holding court in front of his arresting officers.

"That guy's free to go." replied the counter officer in a tired voice.

In the same moment, Graham looked up to see Deidre standing in station lobby.

"Looks like my ride is here." said Graham, standing and shaking the officers' hands on his way.

He walked up to Deirdre and lifted her into a warm embrace. It was only the third time she'd met her husband's half-brother, and his presumptuous familiarity surprised her. True to Graham's reputation, he'd quickly found trouble on his way into town. Mike, Deirdre's husband, had a late shift at the hospital, so she came to bail Graham out. He set her down, noticing Deirdre's flushed cheeks as they separated.

"Alright kid, let's get going." he said, slapping her playfully on the ass. She let out a surprised laugh, catching the eye of the woman officer who gave Deirdre a judgmental look as she watched them leave the station.

"If you want me to give you a ride, I expect to be treated with more respect than that." said Deirdre, leading Graham through the parking lot to her car. Their feet crunched through the autumn leaves as they went.

"What, the ass slap? I was just kidding around." he replied. She shot him an annoyed look. "Okay, I'll be on my best behavior." He gave her an unapologetic grin and held her stare -- not breaking eye contact.

Wordlessly, she relented, shaking her head and betraying a slight smile. The stories that people always told her about Graham were that he was a charmer and a flirt, but Deirdre already knew that. She sat in the driver's seat and unlocked the door for Graham.

"You must have been chauffeuring my half-brother around." said Graham wedging himself into the cramped passenger seat. Deirdre waited a long time while the slow mechanism adjusted the seat to Graham's liking.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Graham took the opportunity to ogle his driver. She wore a white sweatshirt and matching pair of sweatpants which were tight around her hips. Her hair was big and pulled back in a ponytail -- still damp from a shower. She could feel his gaze pouring over her body and swallowed from nervousness.

"I'm surprised you're the one who picked me up." said Graham.

"Mike had a late shift." she replied.

"Right, but there are cousins or even the old man. You must have volunteered."

"We live close, and I was available."

"My mistake. I thought you might have some other reason, like first time we met." said Graham, a coy smile crossed his face.

"You're imagining things."

"I must be." His voice was sardonic. "Still, it's a pretty cute story -- how we met. You've been married for, what, six months? You must have told Mike by now."

Deirdre gripped the wheel tightly and didn't respond.

"Aww, I was only joking. You need to lighten up, kid." he said, hoping to placate her. "It's our secret."

--

It happened four days before Deirdre and Mike's wedding. She had already enjoyed her bachelorette party weeks earlier -- a respectable weekend in New York where she caught a couple Broadway shows with her bridesmaids. But some friends from work hoped to take her out once more before she got tied down. The coworkers, Sierra and Hazel, had the best of intentions, but they were running really late. Their group text debated whether or not they should reschedule the outing while Deirdre waited for them at an upscale hotel bar. She wore a shimmering black evening gown and pair of strappy four-inch heels that made her legs look amazing.

"Can I get you a drink?" Graham asked. Deirdre hadn't even noticed when the handsome stranger sat down next to her.

"Yes, I suppose." she answered. Her inclination was to always say no to such questions. Deirdre was never the type to strike up a conversation with a stranger, but the previous text from her friends emphasized that it was one of her last nights of freedom.

"The lady will have a -- You know what. I'm not going to presume to order. What do you want?"

"Oh, a white wine. Thank you."

The bartender asked her if the open vintage was satisfactory, and Deirdre was rattled by the question. She admitted that she had no idea, but was sure it would be fine.

"Not much of a drinker?" asked Graham.

"No, my friends dragged me out tonight. This is me being adventurous."

"So, you're not alone?"

"I am actually, it's looking like they won't make it after all."

He could sense Deirdre's growing comfort with him and, as the bartender placed their drinks in front of them, Graham took the moment to look her over. As she sipped her wine, she could tell his eyes were on the deep-cut V neckline of her dress. Her friends weren't showing up, but maybe this was what that night was supposed to be. In an uncharacteristic display of playfulness, Deirdre quickly darted her eyes towards him, hoping to embarrass the stranger by catching him looking at her cleavage.

She was certainly successful at catching him peering at her breasts, but he was not embarrassed. Graham slowly looked up and gave her a confident smile, causing Deirdre to blush.

"You have a ring, are you married?" he asked, observing the diamond band when she rested her arm on the bar.

"No." she wasn't, at least not yet. He hadn't asked if she was engaged, and she saw no reason to volunteer that information.

The two strangers quickly fell into a comfortable conversational rhythm. She finished her drink, then another while he talked her ear off. Graham could tell the charming woman was trying to keep personal details to a minimum. Pretty soon, Deirdre found herself leaning close to him and giggling at his increasingly flirtatious comments. Graham had even managed to slide his arm around her waist.

"You know, I was thinking I might go up to my room soon." said Graham.

"Really, and why would that concern me?" Deirdre replied in a conspiratorial voice.

"I was thinking you could join me, and I might see what you're wearing under that dress."

"Oh, bad luck for you then."

"Why's that?"

"It's humiliating to admit, but it's laundry day."

"And?" he asked in minor confusion.

"Is it possible you'd still invite me up, even though I'm not wearing anything under my dress." she whispered into his ear -- her voice low and breathy.

He leaned in and kissed her red lips as his hand slid down from her waist to her butt. Deirdre's heart was racing, and she thought to herself that it could be "Just this once." Her phone buzzed loudly on the bar top.

"One sec." she said breaking the kiss and leaning over to grab her phone. It was a text from Hazel:

We're here, where are you?

Her first instinct was to text back that she'd already left and then sneak off with the handsome stranger, but she didn't get the chance.

"DeeDee!" Deirdre's friends shouted in tandem. They spotted her sitting at the bar from the lobby and rushed over.

Deirdre quickly turned and stood up, giving her friends a saccharine smile.

"Dee, your lipstick is all messed up. You're gonna need to fix that before we hit the town." said Hazel.

Deirdre never looked back at her soon-to-be brother-in-law and her friends didn't seem to notice him. She left the bar, assuming that would be the end of it -- a crazy little almost-dalliance that came to nothing. Even though she tried to convince herself the encounter with the stranger was unimportant, Deirdre thought about it constantly.

In the following days, the kiss quickly became a bittersweet memory. The indecency of her reminiscences sent a wicked thrill through her body but, because the rendezvous ended abruptly and unfulfilled, she was always left with a deep sense of longing after.

Thanks to the hum of busyness that preceded the wedding, not even Mike noticed the daze which Deirdre was living in. Indirectly, she heard that Mike's brother Graham was in town for the wedding, but Graham no-showed for the rehearsal dinner and Mike was dubious that they would really see him on the big day.

The wedding ceremony went smoothly. Deirdre was teary-eyed and nostalgic -- remembering and appreciating the life she'd built with Mike over the three years they'd been together. As the wedding procession filed out and Deirdre clasped her new husband's hand in hers, she overflowed with optimism. That was, until she reached the final row of chairs. There sat the stranger, his eyes locked upon the dazzling bride.

Aside from a frightened look on her face and a little confusion when her husband tried to explain to her that this man was his brother, Deirdre survived the moment unscathed. Graham's presence affected her for most of the night. She avoided looking towards his table and drank more than she planned to compensate for her discomfort. At some point in the evening, she heard a rumor that the groom's brother left early with one of Mike's coworkers, and that was the last she saw of him.

--

"You're not in any trouble -- legally?" asked Deirdre. They had driven in silence for several minutes after Graham brought up their first meeting, and she was desperate to end the uncomfortable atmosphere that was mounting.

"The other guy was agitated and went after me. We were both arrested but, after dragging me to the station, the Keystone Cops finally got their facts straight." said Graham.

"So, you did nothing wrong?"

"Come on, you know me. Innocent as a newborn."

Graham's defining feature might have been just how easy he was to talk to. Even when he overstepped or said the wrong thing, he would simply flash his broad smile and make a joking quip and people seemed to forget they were ever upset with him. It was the reason Deirdre immediately liked him the first time they met, and the reason she still thought of him.

It really was stupid of her to insist on "helping out the family" by picking up Graham that evening, but he had an irresistible pull on her. She feigned outrage when he alluded to their first meeting, but there was nothing behind it. That evening was the moment over which she had obsessed for months, and maybe he thought of it too. Her prospects were paper thin, but she was an abject woman, indistinct from her unlikely hopes.

As Deirdre turned into her quiet cul-de-sac, she saw Mike's car parked in their driveway. It didn't make sense, but he was already home. Her selfish fantasy would be postponed indefinitely. She parked on the street and exited the car. Graham followed her up the midnight dark driveway. The lights inside the house were all turned off, aside from the small light eschewing dimly from the kitchen which was always kept on.

"This way." said Deirdre in a muted voice.

She led him around the side of the house and to the backyard. The ground was slightly damp and covered in the freshly dropped leaves of an old maple. A set of wooden stairs led to a large deck and the rear entrance of the house. Graham was about to climb the stairs when Deirdre grasped his large right hand with both of hers.

"Yes?" he asked. Graham knew the answer to his question. He could see it plainly in her pleading eyes, but he needed her to say it.

"I shouldn't, but maybe just this once. We could be together." She embraced him firmly as her body was shivered with nervousness.

Deirdre expected him to say no, that he would push her away and wake up her husband and tell Mike what a wretched woman he was married to. She held onto Graham as hard as she could, fearing his inevitable response. But he didn't push her away. He took her face in his hands and kissed her hotly. As their lips intermingled, Deirdre leaned back unconcerned about anything outside of meeting his lips and finally tasting him once more.

The pair overbalanced and slid down to the ground below. Graham had the presence of mind to shift his weight and avoid landing on top of her. He found himself, flat on his back, looking up at Deirdre as she laid on top of him. She was down in the mud and had leaves in her hair, but none of that mattered, she finally had what she wanted.

She lifted his shirt and feverishly trailed down his chest with kisses. By the time she reached his belt, she was frantic and unbuckled it with salivating impatience. When his belt was off and his jeans unzipped, Deirdre eagerly reached her hand in his pants and pulled his erect penis free. It was a cruel thought on her part, but she indulged herself. With Graham's large penis inches from her face, she now understood the source of the "half-brother" jokes which had long bothered her husband.

"He's not wrong." Deirdre thought as she ran her saliva-wetted lips along Graham's shaft. When she first met Graham, something uncoiled in her mind, and Deirdre spent the last six months feeling half-fulfilled by Graham's half-brother. But that night, her hunger would finally be slaked. She looked up, wanting to see her lover's expression while emphatically sucking his hard cock.

Suddenly, the pair found themselves bathed in bright light. Mike was awake and must have switched on the exterior light from inside the house. Deirdre and Graham clambered to the wall adjacent to the deck staircase. It offered them a dark corner to hide in.

They could see Mike from their hidden vantage. He was still inside the house looking out at the deck and didn't seem like he just witnessed his wife spitting on his brother's dick. Deirdre was very turned on and took Mike's unconcerned expression as a good enough reason to start again. She took Graham's erection in her right hand and began to masturbate him, all the while keeping an eye on Mike who was still peering out the window. Not one to shy away from a risky situation, Graham reached his under her sweatshirt and pulled down her bra and grabbed her breast.

She let her head fall back against his chest, and he leaned down and kissed her neck while teasing her hard nipples beneath her shirt. Deirdre turned to meet his lips and, as they kissed, she took down her pants and underwear about halfway down her hips. The tender flesh of her bare ass was exposed to the cold air, and Graham couldn't help himself, slapping her right ass-cheek, hard. The sound cut through the still night.

"Shh. If you're going to get us caught, I at least want to get fucked first." whispered Deirdre.

She continued to watch Mike as he stared out the windows. He now looked curious, she was sure he heard them. But that didn't stop her from leaning against the dark edge of the railing and presenting herself to her new lover. She looked back at Graham and swayed her hips. He took his cock and put it between her legs, grazing it along the damp edge of her vagina. Deirdre's body quivered -- begging for him to penetrate her. She looked back towards the windows, but Mike was gone. In that very moment, Graham pressed the entirety of his length inside of her.

"Ah!" she moaned, unable to keep it in.

Graham held her hips in his strong grip and repeatedly drove himself into her. She felt exquisite but managed to stifle her moans -- instead letting out low, pitiable whimpers. Because of Graham's thrusts and Mike's apparent absence, Deirdre allowed herself to be pushed forward. She now hung slightly over the railing, her face peeking in and out of the light in the tempo of their sex. The door slid open. Deirdre dashed backwards and tucked herself in the dark nook between the staircase and wall.

The two of them waited and listened, keeping very still. They could hear faint footsteps approaching them and stopping about halfway across the deck. Deirdre was in agony, waiting crouched against the side of her house. She was close to her orgasm and wanted terribly to finish. Eventually, the footsteps headed back towards the house, and they heard the telltale sound of the back door sliding shut.

Deirdre didn't wait. She got down on all fours and stuck her ass out toward Graham. He got on his knees and penetrated her sopping vagina. His thrusts pressed her into the ground, smearing the cold grey mud on her clothes and hair. As his intensity increased, her breaths became quick and jagged. She did a commendable job keeping her voice down, considering the incredible pleasure she felt building inside of her. But that didn't stop the crude sounds of their bodies colliding as Graham fucked her faster and harder.

Deirdre's quaked as the devastating orgasm overtook her. With her tensed face shoved against the ground, the smell of clay and leaves intertwined with her pleasure. Deirdre's mind, wild with ecstasy, formed a new memory for her to cherish. As she finished her climax, she slipped forward separating her from her lover. With her body still humming with pleasure, she turned and took his dick in her hands. Graham's erection was now dripping with her fluids. He got to his feet, and she leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, massaging its base with her soft fingers.

Graham's breathing sped up and she knew he was getting close. She sucked on his penis, making sure to tease her wet lips upon the sensitive its sensitive tip. She looked up at him and then past him and used her free hand to pull up her sweatshirt. Deirdre twisted her hard nipples, putting on a show for their enjoyment. Graham's body began to stiffen.

"I can tell you're close. Do you want to come on my tits with this big dick?" she said, rubbing him vigorously. He nodded in agreement, thinking that she somehow looked even better with the smear of mud on her pretty face. "Good boy."

Deirdre smiled and rolled her hands along his well lubricated dick at an accelerating pace. He grasped the nearby railing and his body went still, and then, he erupted. Deirdre held tight and slowed her hands as his pulsing red cock spewed warm white jets of come onto her breasts and her neck and her hair.

He groaned deeply as he ejaculated, unashamed of his pleasure. When Graham finished, Deirdre kissed and licked the come dripping tip of his penis for a long time before standing up. When she finally did, Deirdre casually turned and walked up the stairs, pulling up her mud-caked sweatpants as she went.

"I'm going to shower and go to bed. You two can fight over who sleeps on the couch." said Deirdre, passing her dumbstruck husband who stood on the staircase.

Being a good student, I study at the library a lot. I’m also not that good of a student because I procrastinate a lot. I was texting my friend Lola instead of reading, and they were getting dirty. Describing the things they’d do if they were seated right next to me. It very quickly got me turned on. 

I wanted to send them a picture, but instead of going to the bathroom to take one, I went to the vast aisles of bookshelves. I walked to a section in the back, making sure people weren’t lurking in the adjacent rows and propped my phone up against some books. I was nervous so I tried to be as fast as I could. Getting a few pictures of me pulling my shirt up and showing off my bra, some with even that removed. I wish I’d gotten some short videos of me lightly bouncing to really tease them back, but nonetheless they were pleased with what I sent. 

They were shocked but their messages quickly turned to what they’d enjoy doing to me in between those book stacks. Needless to say I didn’t get a lot of studying done.

I never imagined I’d be in this position, but life has a way of throwing you into situations you can’t resist. My name is Sasha, and I’m a 23 year old girl pushing limits especially when it comes to my fantasies for being dominated.

This particular story, though, still makes my skin tingle every time I think about it. It all started when my friend Amber asked me to drop off some notes at her boyfriend's place while she was out of town. A simple thing, really. But when I arrived at Mason’s house, the look he gave me at the door was anything but innocent. Mason was tall, broad shouldered, and had this aura of quiet confidence that made you want to test him push him to see how far he’d go.Come in, Sasha, he said, his voice deep and inviting.I stepped in, and the air felt thick between us.

He closed the door behind me, brushing my arm lightly in the process. I handed him the notes, and he thanked me, but the way his eyes lingered on me told me he wasn’t thinking about his girlfriend’s schoolwork.I sat on the couch, and we made some small talk.

But every time he spoke, his gaze dipped lower, and I caught him staring at my legs. I was wearing a short skirt and a fitted top nothing too crazy, but clearly enough to get his attention. The heat between us was undeniable, and I couldn’t stop myself from teasing him. Mason,” I said, leaning forward just a bit, you’re staring.He smirked but didn’t look away. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice low and commanding. Can you blame me, Sasha?”Before I could respond, he closed the distance, his lips crashing against mine, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me onto his lap as his tongue slid against mine.

My mind racing with how wrong yet irresistible this was .He broke the kiss, his breath hot against my ear. You shouldn’t have come here looking like that. And you shouldn’t be touching me like this, I shot back, but my voice was shaky with anticipation. Tell me to stop, then, he challenged.Instead.

I grabbed his face and kissed him harder. My body was screaming for him, and when he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom, I didn’t resist for a second.He laid me on the bed, his hands exploring every inch of me as he kissed down my neck. When his fingers slid under my skirt, I saaid Fuck, Mason... don’t stop.HE then took of my panties down.

His fingers teased me, and I was already wet. Mason said So wet for me already?Just fuck me, Mason, I begged, spreading my legs for him.He wasted no time, pulling his cock out, thick and hard. He rubbed the tip against my dripping pussy, teasing me until I whimpered. Please, Mason... I need you inside me.Say it again,” he demanded, his voice full of dominance.“Fuck me hard, Mason,” I moaned, and with that, he slammed into me, filling me completely.I cried out, clutching the sheets as he thrust into me with an intensity I hadn’t felt before. Oh my god, yes! You’re fucking me so good,” I panted, my nails digging into his back. you like this, don’t you? he said, his voice rough and commanding. Yes! You’re fucking damnn better then my girlfriend, he said.

Mason was already over the edge. He grabbed my hips, riding me deeper, hitting spots I didn’t even know existed. My moans turned into screams, and he covered my mouth with his hand. “You’re so loud, Sasha. Do you want the neighbors to hear how much you love this cock? I nodded, my eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure consumed me. Don’t stop, Mason... please, don’t stop.When I felt him tense, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. Cum inside me, Mason. Fill me up....Fuck, Sasha, he groaned, and with one final stroke, he filled me up with his cummm inside me,

I came hard, my body shaking as I screamed his name into the pillow.Afterward, we lay there, both of us panting and covered in sweat. He looked at me with a smirk, brushing a strand of hair from my face. This stays between us, he said, his tone firm.Of course, I replied, biting my lip. But as I left his house that day, I couldn’t help but smile and think of him. And we both cheated at Amber's back and continued fucking each other when Amber was not in town

Any outfit my wife put on, no matter how simple it made her look, was even more stunning than before, despite her insisting that she looked homely. She wore a black tank top and white sweatpants that graced her light skin and dark hair. I simply couldn’t fathom how she didn’t realize that she was brighter than the center of the universe. She knew she was beautiful, of course, an absolute smokeshow of a woman, but she didn’t seem to pay attention when men stopped and turned around to look at her as we walked by, their faces practically begging for a glance of her divine attention. Even our Uber driver had kept glancing into the rearview mirror to steal looks at her, but she couldn’t be bothered. She wanted to look at me.

I suppose I could also not comprehend how all she wanted to do was give her attention to me. Her eyes were warm and radiated heat like a campfire that felt pleasant and welcoming, but overtime and focused made me sweat even in the coldest of winters. Just her continued gaze forced me to smile, blush, and stare at my knees while growing an erection, even after all the abuse my cock had endured and given.

“You’re so fucking adorable.” She said, squeezing my knee as I shied away from her.

I was relinquished from my heavenly torment when the driver pulled up to the tattoo studio. After we got out of the car, Amanda climbed the stairs in front of me, and I practically drooled watching her ass jiggle in her sweats with every step. It took every ounce of willpower for me not to bury my face in it.

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Amanda and the tattoo artist matched—almost. The artist was wearing tight, black shorts that rested just underneath her ass cheeks and a deep neck white T-shirt that was nearly see-through, which made it very obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Through the thin fabric I spied the detailed spider webbing that emanated from her areolas. It was intricate and accentuated by black bars in the center that pierced her nipples and kept them permanently hard and poking against the shirt.

When we walked inside she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, very obviously wanting to show the natural weight of her assets. Amanda smiled warmly, seemingly endeared by the artist's aggressively sexual demeanor rather than taken back. It seemed like dominating Steffi had put her at ease, which I was thankful for. She strolled over to Amanda and wrapped her in a big hug.

I froze in place and watched as she pressed her entire body against Amanda making their breasts squish together. She kissed her on both cheeks and dangled her arms from around the top of her shoulders and neck. Amanda looked at me and grinned when she saw my expression.

“I guess she finally figured it out.” Amanda said slyly.

“Figured what out?” I breathed.

“That she has to cum-“ She paused with emphasis. “Through me to get to you.”

“Oh.” I stammered. “Is- is that something you’d be okay with? You said that you were the only goth mommy I’m allowed to have.”

“I don’t know.” She giggled before kissing the artist on the cheek back. “That rule might have to be amended. What do you think?” She looked pointedly at my crotch where my bulge had become obvious.

“I don’t mind at all.” I eeked out.

She let go of Amanda and rushed over to me, threw her arms around my neck, but kept a space between our bodies, and peered up at me voraciously.

My eyes snapped from hers to Amanda‘s, who had her mouth slightly open and her top teeth grazing her bottom lip. She raised her eyebrows at me questioningly. I looked back at the artist, and my hands that were dangling at my sides reached up, forward, and delicately wrapped around to her supple ass. I palmed them from the top down, my fingers pressing against the curve until they just slightly broke the seam of her shorts and her skin before I squeezed and pulled her hips to mine and against my hard cock. Her arms draped around my shoulders and the metal piercings surrounded by pillowy flesh stabbed into my chest. She gasped into my ear before closing her lips around my earlobe and sucking on it.

“Oh fuck.” I murmured before gripping her cheeks tighter, pulling her against me harder and spreading them.

I pulled her against me harder and she grunted, then bit my earlobe and started grinding against me.

Amanda giggled something in Spanish and the artist pulled away and looked at her with a red face before looking outside.

She reminded her that the windows are glass.

The artist slipped her hand down my and slid her thumb inside the waistband of my shorts, and dragged it to the side. I trembled and spasmed at her touch, my cock tingling and twitching as she squealed in delight before turning away from me.

“It’s going to be a long session.” Amanda spoke up. “And I certainly wouldn’t want her distracted.” She said mischievously. “Maybe we should get it off her mind already, so she doesn’t have to wonder.”

Amanda walked over to the artist and seductively whispered something in her ear. Without hesitation, the artist snatched my hand and pulled me to the back corner of the studio, away from the windows to a single door where the bathroom was. She threw the door open, pulled me inside as she leaned against the sink, and pulled my hands to her waist, making me fall into her kiss.

She shoved her tongue inside my mouth as my hands slipped off her waist and onto the sink, supporting me against it. She undid the button of my shorts almost instantly, tore them open, and reached into them to feel my cock. It was hard within seconds at her grasp and I grunted into her mouth as she gave me a few pumps. She didn’t wait any longer before she shoved my shorts around down my ass and then spun to press hers against me.

As she rubbed against me, she folded her shorts down her thighs to reveal her perky ass and wet pussy underneath. She was wearing a red thong that matched her crimson hair, moved them to the side with one hand, then grasped my cock with the other and gasped as it parted her wet lips. She placed her hands on the sink, then one smooth motion sunk my cock all the way inside her with a heavy, sated grunt. Her arms pressed her dangling breast together in the mirror as she closed her eyes, dropped her head, and then began slamming her ass against me. My eyes rolled back as my hands caress her tight waist, and all I could do other than tremble was assist her movements as she fucked me.

I took a breath and steadied myself before I let my hands travel up her body. I palmed and squeezed her large breasts through her shirt, and she fucked me faster as I played with the metal in her nipples. I twisted and flicked them lightly, got rewarded with a squeal, then stretched her shirt down below her boobs, folding it underneath them so I could witness see their true majesty. I watched them bounce rhythmically in the mirror and saw Amanda appear behind me.

“I had to lock the door so nobody would walk in on us.” She whispered in my ear, and as she pressed her body against me, I instinctively leaned my back against her breast, feeling them squish into me.

“Are you gonna come soon, baby?” She asked. “We do have to start this tattoo after all.”

“Mmhm.” I whimpered, already feeling it build inside of me. “I’ll fuck harder and cum-”

“No.” She cut me off and smiled at me in the mirror. “You’re not gonna do anything. Don’t touch her, and let her fuck you.”

I nodded, and my arms fell limp at my side. Amanda yanked both of my arms behind me abruptly, pinning them together behind my back.

“Mommy’s free-use fucktoy is gonna be a good boy and take it.” She snarled in my ear.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck- oh fuck- I think- I think- I’m- I’m gonna-” I whimpered as my chin dropped my chest. I watched the artist's ass fuck me as I barely stood there, helpless, my weight supported by Amanda.

She slid one of her arms through my elbows, freed her other hand to wrap around the front of my body, and snatched my throat. She forced my head up, making me stare into the mirror.

“Be a good boy and watch.” She said sweetly.

The artist had a devilish grin on her beautiful face as she clearly exerted effort fucking me relentlessly. I made eye contact with her and she changed her rhythm to short, hard thrusts, slamming my cock inside of her every few seconds, accentuated by small gasps of pleasure. Simply seeing these two gorgeous goth women dominate me in the mirror was enough to send me over the edge, and my cock freely started pumping cum inside of her. I grunted out of my open mouth and met Amanda’s eyes.

They were aflame as she lifted her lips to my ear. “Be a good boy and fill Mommy‘s new friend full of cum.”

I wailed out loud, helpless and weak as my cock clenched and exploded with full force. I filled her and she extracted it from my cock with her walls. She lifted a hand between her legs and collected my cum as it spilled out of her dripping pussy. Her moans got louder and louder and higher pitched, her movements more erratic as she brought herself closer to orgasm while fucking my cum out of her. I was immobilized by Amanda, my body seizing as the artist fucked herself using me, pumping my cum out of her and into her hand, her ass hitting my hips faster and faster before her pussy gripped my cock like a vice and she screamed into the sink.

“Good boy.” Amanda whispered into my ear and I shivered.

“Thank you.” I whispered back.

Inch by inch the artist moved her ass forward, collecting the dripping cum from her pussy into her hand. When her lips finally let go of my cock, she leaned against the sink and I saw that her legs were shaking. She stood and spun back around, leaned her ass against the sink, then showed me her cupped hand that spilled my cum before she brought it to her lips and drand it. After she licked her hand clean she adjusted her panties quickly, pulled up her shorts, then dropped to her knees and licked my cock greedily, cleaning both of our fluids from me before standing up and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

She giggled happily, then practically skipped into the other room.

“Holy- fuck-” I breathed, still not quite comprehending what had just happened.

“Come on.” Amanda said as she let go of my arms, my throat, stuffed my cock back into my shorts and buttoned them. “There’s a couch you can lay down on if you need to.”

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. She led me back to the main studio and sat me on a black leather couch that I collapsed into with a sigh. The artist had retrieved a long piece of paper with the sword drawn on it. Amanda fawned over it, and the artist was very happy. She then took it to a desk and began stenciling it onto another piece of paper. Amanda and the artist talked for a while as she did so and before long, she pulled up the piece of paper that had the sword imprinted onto it with purple ink. Amanda laid down on one of the tattoo tables after taking off her tank top, and the artist positioned the sword along her spine before peeling back the paper and showing the stencil. Amanda stood back up, didn’t bother to put on her tank top and walked towards me. Her breasts jiggled with every step and I stared at her, mouth gaping.

“You are so easy to please.” She remarked, smiling before she spun around and showed it to me. “What do you think?”

“It looks fucking awesome!” I said excited.

She turned back around, bent down to kiss me on the cheek, and when she stood back up she suffocated me with her boons, slapping them against my face few times before giggling and running back to the tattoo table.

What even is my life?

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Excerpt from How To Be A Trophy Husband Ch. 8 Rough Draft

Last night, I locked eyes with a mysterious stranger across the crowded bar. His piercing gaze held mine, sending shivers down my spine. I was supposed to meet friends, but he stole my attention. As I sipped my cosmopolitan, he strode over, confident and captivating. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his low voice sending tremors. We danced around small talk, our bodies inches apart. Every brush of his arm ignited sparks. The air was electric. His name was Alex. A successful entrepreneur with a quick wit and disarming smile. Our conversation flowed effortlessly. As the night wore on, our flirtation intensified. Alex's fingers grazed mine, sending jolts of desire. I felt alive. "Want to grab coffee tomorrow?" he whispered, eyes locked on mine. My heart skipped a beat. "I'd love to," I replied, smiling slyly. Now, I'm counting down the hours until tomorrow.

Last night wasn’t supposed to be anything special, just a quiet evening with some friends. but when he showed up, everything changed. we’ve met a few times before, always casual, but there was something different in his energy this time.

he had this way of looking at me, like he knew exactly what i was thinking, what i wanted. i caught him staring a few times, and every glance sent a jolt straight to my core. i couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling it too.

when everyone started to drift off, he stayed behind. i was tidying up the kitchen when he leaned against the counter, just watching me. “you’re trouble, you know that?” he said, his voice low and teasing.

i laughed, but the tension was thick. he stepped closer, and suddenly his hand was on my waist, his lips brushing mine. i didn’t pull away. i didn’t want to.

his kiss was hungry, his hands roaming my body as he lifted me onto the counter. i could feel how hard he was, pressing against me, and my body responded instantly.

“you’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he growled, sliding my shorts off like he couldn’t wait another second. his fingers teased me, finding me already soaked, before he pushed inside me with one smooth motion.

every thrust was deep and deliberate, his grip on my thighs firm as he held me in place. the kitchen filled with the sound of our bodies colliding, my moans echoing against the walls.

when i came, it hit me like a wave, my nails digging into his shoulders as i screamed his name. he wasn’t far behind, groaning as he filled me, his body shuddering against mine.

after, we just stayed there, tangled together, the reality of what we’d just done sinking in. but instead of regret, all i felt was anticipation. because now, all i can think about is when we’ll do it again.

Last week, i got stuck on an overnight layover thanks to delays, and let me tell u, it ended up being way more exciting than planned. one of the pilots, let’s call him jake, tall, sharp jawline, and this cocky smirk, had been catching my eye all day. the tension was insane, like every accidental brush of hands or lingering glance sent shivers through me.

at the hotel, i ran into him at the lobby bar. we started talking, drinks flowing, and his voice alone had me soaking through my panties. he leaned in and whispered, “bet u can’t handle me.” uhh, challenge accepted, jake.

back in his room, it didn’t take long for things to escalate. he pushed me against the door, his lips on mine, hands sliding under my skirt. i gasped as his fingers teased me, already soaked. “fuck, u’re dripping,” he growled, lifting me onto the bed.

when he slid inside me, it was like he was made to ruin me. deep, hard, perfect. every thrust made me see stars, and when he grabbed my throat, growling in my ear, “u’re mine tonight,” i came harder than ever. by the time he finished inside me, we were both trembling, sweaty, and completely wrecked.

the next morning, seeing him in uniform again? yeah, my panties didn’t stand a chance.

Idk how it happened, but last night was something else. it started so normal, just me in my pj shorts, scrolling on my phone, when i got that text. "i’m outside. let me in." no warning, no explanation. just him.

when i opened the door, he didn’t even say hi. his eyes were dark, intense, and before i could ask what was up, he grabbed my waist and kissed me. it wasn’t soft. it was hungry, like he couldn’t hold back anymore.

he pushed me against the wall, his hands sliding under my shorts, gripping my bare ass like he’d been dying to touch me. "you’ve been driving me insane," he growled in my ear, his voice so low it made me melt.

he didn’t stop there. he carried me to the couch, tossing me down like i weighed nothing. his hands were everywhere, grabbing, teasing, making me moan. my tank top was gone in seconds, and he just stared at me, his lips curling into this wicked smirk.

"look how wet you are," he whispered, sliding his fingers between my legs. i couldn’t even respond, just moaned as he worked me over, making me beg for more.

and when he finally slid his cock into me? fuck, i swear i saw stars. he stretched me so perfectly, every thrust deep and deliberate, like he wanted to ruin me. i couldn’t stop crying out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked me harder, faster, until i couldn’t take it anymore.

when we came, it was messy and perfect, both of us shaking and gasping for air. he kissed me after, slow and sweet, like he wasn’t done with me yet.

and honestly? neither am i.

Last night was supposed to be chill. just a few friends over, drinks, and music, but somehow, it turned into something i’ll never forget. one of my besties brought her brother along, i’d seen him before, but we never really talked. tall, messy hair, and this quiet confidence that just made him stand out.

we didn’t interact much at first, just shared a few glances from across the room. i swear every time i caught him looking, my stomach flipped. there was something about the way his eyes lingered that made me feel exposed, but in the best way.

as the night went on, people started leaving or passing out in random spots. i was in the living room picking up cups when he walked in, casually leaning against the doorframe, watching me.

“need a hand?” he asked, his voice low, almost teasing.

i shrugged, pretending not to notice how close he was getting. “sure, if you’re offering.”

but instead of helping, he stepped closer, his hand brushing against mine as i grabbed another cup. “you’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

before i could even process what was happening, his lips crashed into mine. it wasn’t soft or tentative, he kissed me like he’d been holding back for too long. his hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer as i let out a soft gasp against his mouth.

things escalated fast. he backed me against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of me as his lips moved to my neck, sucking and biting just enough to make me moan. “you’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed his hard cock against me through his jeans. i was already soaked, aching to feel him inside me.

“i need you,” i whispered, my hands fumbling with his belt. he chuckled softly, helping me, and within seconds, his jeans and boxers were on the floor.

he slid my panties to the side and pushed into me in one smooth motion. i couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped, it felt so good, so fucking deep. every thrust was deliberate, hitting just the right spot and making my nails dig into his back.

“you’re so tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips as he picked up the pace. my head fell back against the wall, my moans getting louder with every thrust.

when i came, it was intense, my whole body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over me. he followed moments later, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me up.

afterward, we stayed tangled together for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, trying to process what just happened. he smirked, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “you’re trouble, you know that?”

i just laughed, still trying to catch my breath. if this is what trouble feels like, i’ll take it anytime.

Once I was done with all of the family activities on thanksgiving, I immediately texted the guy I have been seeing to see if he was free. For some reason when I eat a lot food, I really just want to get fucked after. I texted him how I had a thanksgiving present for him, and he got excited and told me to go over to his house. I went over and I told him I didn't get him anything. I pulled down my pants and I said "this is your present". It was my asshole with a butt plug in it.

I told him "you're going to stuff my ass with your cum for thanksgiving". He looked at me and was speechless. His eyes got all big and he didn't even know what to say. I kept getting naked and walked up to him and started making out with him while rubbing his cock over his shorts. He was turned on so fucking fast and so was I.

Once I could feel his cock throbbing through his shorts, I got on my knees and pulled his shorts down. I put his cock in my mouth and started sucking his cock. I was doing my best to give him a nice sloppy blow job so he could stuff my ass with his cum.

After about ten minutes of sucking his cock, I bent over and told him he can pull the plug out of my ass. Ugh, it felt so fucking good, he wiggled it around and slowly pulled it out. I could feel how stretched out my ass was and I loved it. He spit on my asshole and slid his cock in me. He kept telling me how fucking tight it was and how he never wanted to pull out. I thought it was so hot. He started fucking my ass so hard I was moaning the loudest I ever have. He started moaning too, and he finally said he was going to cum. I begged him to cum in my ass over and over, and he finally did. He exploded all inside my tight asshole and I felt his warm load shoot all in me, one of the best experiences I have ever had.

as a flight attendant, I’ve had my fair share of unexpected moments, but this one takes the cake. during a layover in NYC, I decided to grab drinks with a coworker I’d always had a bit of a thing for. lets call him Alex. he’s tall, charming, and always cracking jokes during our shifts. we’d flirted on and off, but nothing serious, until that night.

we ended up in a cozy, dimly lit bar near our hotel. a couple of cocktails in, the convos turned playful, and I jokingly teased him about his “big ego.” he smirked and said something like, “if only u knew what else was big about me.” I raised an eyebrow and shot back, “oh yeahhh? prove it.”

Alex leaned in closer, his confidence unwavering. “u sure u can handle it???”

lets just say curiosity got the better of me. back at the hotel, we ended up in his room. as soon as the door closed, he wasted no time undoing his belt and dropping his pants. my jaw literally dropped he wasn’t kidding. im not usually one to be intimidated, but damn.

“can I… touch it?” I asked, almost shyly. he nodded, a mischievous grin on his face.

it escalated quickly from there. the way he looked at me, the way he guided my hands it was intoxicating. things got steamy, and before I knew it, I was testing my limits, trying to see how much I could take. lets just say it was a challenge, but one I was very eager to accept.

the rest of the night was a blur of passion, laughter, and a lot of me saying, “holy shit, Alex.” by the time we were done, we were both exhausted but grinning like idiots.

we haven’t talked about it since, but every time we work the same flight, theres this unspoken tension that makes the mundane parts of the job way more fun. would I do it again? in a heartbeat.

Tom took a long sip from his glass of whisky while he listened to his friend Mark explain the details of a new Dungeons and Dragons character they were running in a weekend campaign. As usual their Halloween party had gone from games and shots to small clumps of people nursing drinks and discussing whatever was on their mind, from the mundane to the philosophical. The conversations were helped along by copious amounts of alcohol and a few blunts strategically making their rounds through the party.

Tom had initially been dressed as a classical fantasy wizard, though calling it a costume may have been a stretch. It was an outfit he had put together for the Renn Faire, including a staff he had carved himself then topped with a clever bit of engineering for a glowing orb. Now the staff sat propped in the corner, the robes were tossed haphazardly in a pile in the bedroom, and Tom was wearing a zip-up panda adult onesie. It had long ago become a tradition as the party wound down for people to change out of costumes and into silly pajamas as the mood shifted from party to chill hangout.

He looked around for his wife and found her discussing her latest craft project with a few other people. Tina had initially dressed as a witch, though it wasn’t far outside her normal outfits in the fall. The tall boots accented with lavender laces were stunning, but impractical and had quickly been discarded. Now that costumes had been discarded entirely, she was in a bright teal platypus onesie that she, of course, had added a brown fedora to.

A few minutes later Tom was sharing his ideas for his next character’s backstory, laying out some fun interactions with the class he was using. Distracted by giving the details, he didn’t notice someone creeping up behind him until arms wrapped around his waist and a chin came to rest on his shoulder. Too big to be his wife’s arms, he nonetheless knew who was practically hanging off him.

“Hi John. Anyway, if you take three levels of twilight cleric…” He launched back into the conversation.

Pouting, John tilted his head slightly and whispered softly in Tom’s ear. “You’re no fun, you don’t even react anymore.”

Tom and Tina had met John years ago at a convention and became fast friends, pulling him into their fairly small circle. It didn’t take long for Tom to learn what he was like after a few drinks. John was gay, and when he was drunk he loved to try and get a reaction out of whoever he could. The first few times John had grabbed his waist, Tom had jumped from surprise and pulled away, leaving John in stitches. Now it had become a game, John would try to catch him off guard, and Tom would try to spoil his fun.

Tonight though, Tom had an idea to get his revenge. John’s head still perched on his shoulder, Tom kept talking, making sure John was thoroughly bored and zoned out before he made his move. Without warning he swung his head around and gave John a full lipped kiss on the cheek before turning back to the conversation like nothing had happened.

John shrieked in surprise and nearly fell over with how fast he pulled his head back. Tom lost his composure, erupting into laughter. “You’re right, it is more fun when they react!” Tom kept on with the conversation as John muttered something and stumbled away, his face clearly showing he was still in a state of shock.

The party wound down slowly as people filtered out until it was just Tom, Tina, and John sunk into the couch, chatting as the credits rolled on some forgettable cheesy comedy. As usual, John had claimed their guest room to avoid a long, late drive home.

“I can’t believe you kissed John.” Tina was laughing. “I wish I could’ve seen his face.”

“It was just my cheek, calm down.” John defended himself, his grin turning cocky as he looked at Tom. “But be careful Tommy boy, next time you try that I’m going to take your first kiss with a guy.”

Tom just laughed “You can try, but I don’t think you’re that fast when you’re drunk. Besides, wouldn’t be my first guy anyway.”

Tom could swear he could hear the sitcom record scratch as John and Tina stared at him, mouths agape. The room was completely silent for a second before they both squealed in unison “WHAT?!”

Tom looked at them blankly, “What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’” Tina started, “What do you mean not your first guy? Who have you kissed? When was this? Did I know them? Did you do more? How didn’t I know this?”

“I don’t know why you’re this surprised, you know my philosophy on sex - ‘If it feels good do it.’ Easier than labels.”

“But… But… I still thought… you never…” Tina stammered.

John dramatically fanned her with a pillow. “Stay with me girl, we’ll get through this. You.” He pointed at Tom, “Talk. Whole story, right now.”

Tom shrugged, “Ok. You’re both overreacting, but it was back in college. We had a board game and rpg group, kind of like we have now, and like our current group we were fairly open when it came to discussions about our lives. The big difference was, we were all horny college kids, so the topic was very often sex. We all knew quite a bit about each other, but it never got weird. None of us understood why people treated sex like some secret taboo topic. We found it hilarious.

“Well, one night we were looking for something to wind down after a particularly hefty board game and Steph brought out an ‘Adult’ game. She had bought it expecting it to be a bit of corny fun to laugh at, but she swore the rules actually seemed good. Drinks in hand, the four of us agreed to give it a shot, it should be good for a few laughs at least. It turned out it was a decent game underneath the gimmicks, and we got invested pretty quickly. It started with drinking and stripping, then moved on to teasing touches and kissing, this is where I ended up kissing Shaun the first time. We were even treated to the show of Steph fingering Mary as she sucked her neck.

“It was around the time the game was cranking up the seriousness of the tasks that we hit the end game. I looked at what could be my last challenge and read it to the group. ‘Roll the dice, give that player oral for one minute. Four points.’ It was enough for me to win, and you know how competitive I can get. A roll of the dice later and I found myself on my knees in between Shaun’s legs, his dick in my mouth and his hand on my head. The timer went off and I pulled off him, surprised that I was rock hard as I sat back down where I had been. A bit of drunk boasting about my victory followed, and then we all split off to various couches and beds in the apartment to crash.”

Tom stopped to take a drink, and Tina and John opened their mouths to ask questions. Before they could start, Tom held up a hand. “There’s more to the night.” He chuckled as they stared at him in anticipation. “By right of victory, I claimed the guest room bed. A few minutes after I had climbed into bed, the door creaked open and Shaun snuck in, closing the door behind him. He climbed into bed next to me and whispered in my ear. ‘You seemed to enjoy that last turn. Do you want to finish what you started?’ I couldn’t find my voice to answer, instead I slid down his body and picked up where I left off the game, his dick already hard. I didn’t have any experience, but he didn’t complain and it wasn’t long before he wrapped his fingers in my hair, grabbing me as he came in my mouth.

“His hands pulled me back up, but before I could say anything he ducked under the sheet himself. Just like earlier I was hard just from blowing him, and it wasn’t long after he wrapped his lips around me that I came myself. Shaun popped out from under the sheet, gave me a quick kiss, then snuck back out of the room, and that was that.”

Tom finished his story and waited for the barrage of questions, instead he saw Tina lean in and whisper something in John’s ear. He grinned and nodded. Tina looked back to Tom and finished her drink in one big gulp. He recognized the desire burning in her eyes as she spoke.

“I want to watch.” Tom opened his mouth to question what, but she stopped him. “You didn’t let me watch last time, now I want to see you suck a dick, John’s specifically. I think you still owe me one request from our bet the other day don’t you?” She asked, her grin looking particularly devilish in the low light of the room.

Tom laughed and held up his hands in acquiescence. “Ok, if you’re sure that’s what you want to use it for. You’re ok with this?” he asked, shifting his gaze to John.

John smiled, “A no strings attached blowjob from a cute straight boy? Twist my arm why don’t you.”

Tom threw back the rest of his whiskey and stood, extending a hand to each of them. “Alright then, shall we go someplace more comfortable?”

Arm in arm the three of them headed to the master bedroom, stumbling and giggling with drunk nervous energy. As soon as they got in the room Tina made a show of sliding out of her pajamas and plopping into a plush chair that sat in the corner of the room. They had long joked about it being the ‘Voyeur Chair’ but now it was actually going to earn that title. Tom and John followed her example, stripping as they headed towards the bed. John flopped in the middle, grabbing one of the many pillows to prop himself up. He locked eyes with John and gave him a ‘come here’ motion with his finger.

Tom gave one last glance at Tina, her face flushed as she stared, and crawled across the bed towards John. His hands traced up John’s muscled legs as he approached, pushing them apart gently so he could bring his face to John’s waiting cock. It was already hard, standing thick in the cool air. Tom took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around the head. There was a chorus of gasps from John and Tina.

He spent a few moments with just the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip as he breathed in the musty scent of his friend. His hand instinctively wrapped around the base of the shaft as he started moving his lips down slowly. Any trepidation he felt at the beginning faded away as he started moving. His hand pumped in concert with his mouth as he worked up and down.

John’s breathing quickened, his hands coming to rest on Tom’s head. The feeling of John wrapping his fingers in his hair sent a shiver down Tom’s spine and he moaned softly around the dick in his mouth. His own dick was rock hard, hanging in the air as he knelt on knees and elbows between his friend’s legs.

He heard Tina’s moans as she was playing with herself while watching. He had forgotten she was there, absorbed in the breaths and moans coming from John. He may not have had more experience with men since college, but he had more experience with sex and more confidence. He slid his mouth up and down, tongue working with enthusiasm as he thought about what he enjoyed receiving. He was surprised when John’s grip tightened and took over, but it felt right and set off warmth in the same way that his grip had initially.

Tom gagged at first as John thrust into his mouth, pulling him down onto his cock, but he quickly got the hang of relaxing his throat. No doubt helped by the alcohol, Tom gave up control completely, letting John fuck his face with abandon. He stole breaths through his nose as he could while John slammed in and out his throat with quick frantic thrusts. It wasn’t long before John pulled his face down and held it there, his cock throbbing as it shot pulses of hot cum down Tom’s throat.

Just as Tom started to worry about his lack of oxygen, the grip on his head relaxed and he pulled off John’s dick with a pop. As he sat up he was taken by surprise as John grabbed his head again and kissed him deeply and hungrily. He melted into the kiss for a few seconds before John broke it and locked eyes.

“Fuck me. I need it. Please.” John’s voice was breathy, and it sent desire flaring in Tom. He grabbed John’s arm and spun him around on the bed, earning a soft gasp as his grip tightened around John’s wrist. He grabbed John’s other wrist and brought them together behind his back, holding them tightly with one hand as the other grabbed lube from the bedside table.

John shivered as the cold lube was drizzled onto his ass and he felt the thick head of Tom’s cock press lightly against his puckered hole. Tom pushed gently, his cock head just barely inside the tight hole. John whined needily “Fuck, don’t make me beg.”

One hand keeping John’s arms trapped, the other found its way to his hips and his fingers dug in as he buried his cock in John’s ass in one hard stroke. John moaned and pushed back until he felt Tom’s hips against his own.

“Yes! Fuck me like you mean it.” John cried out, squirming and grinding back against Tom’s hips needily.

Tom delivered, slamming into John’s tight ass with fast powerful strokes. The sound of Tom’s crotch smacking against John’s ass joined John’s moans and Tom’s grunts as Tom fucked him with a relentless pace. It didn’t take long for Tom’s orgasm to build, then come crashing down. He let go of John’s arms and both hands pulled his hips back, burying his cock as deeply as he could as it twitched and unloaded in John’s ass. Tom pulled out and the two of them collapsed on the bed. Tom saw Tina slumped in the chair, a dark patch on the cushion the proof of her excitement while watching. They all stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow until John broke the spell by heading to the bathroom to clean up.

A short time later, Tom and Tina lay in bed cuddling. They had offered space in the king sized bed to John, but he had retreated to the guest room, saying he wasn’t interested in the “mushy romantic stuff” that was about to happen. Tom wrapped his fingers in Tina’s. “So, happy with the outcome of your request?” He asked.

She kissed him on the cheek, “That was so unbelievably sexy, I couldn’t be happier.” She answered before leaning in to whisper the rest. “But next time, he’s fucking that cute ass of yours.”

I'm a twice divorced Asian mom and recently I've started dating this 19 year old white boy who's very well endowed. His cock is huge and he has so much stamina so on every given night, he fucks and cums inside me no less than at least 5 times. Every night he fucks my pussy, my ass, my mouth, but not necessarily in that order, and always at least once in every hole. Initially we used condoms, but he has been fucking me so often that we ran out of condoms one day and from then on he decided to fuck me bareback. Every morning after I go back to my home, I'm usually covered in his cum, with his cum on my face, in my pussy, my asshole, and sometimes inside my stomach.

As a consequence of all the fucking I've been getting, both my pussy and ass have been gaped, and he loves to brag to his friends how he has ruined me for other men. He shares a house with a few other college aged guys and they all know that he has been fucking a 39 year old Asian MILF almost everyday.

One time after he has thoroughly fucked me, my asshole stayed gaped almost out of shape--it was like a blackhole and I was scared, but he was very impressed at how big the gape was so he snapped a picture of it and sent to his friends, but they didn't believe him and they were saying that it was just some porn pic he downloaded from the internet or that it was photoshopped.

He was very angry of course, so he decided to invite all of his friends to the house one night for a party, and while they were partying, drinking beer, playing beer pong, and other very silly games, he kept me in his room and fucked anally nonstop until my asshole gaped again. Then he grabbed a beer bottle, and shoved the beer bottle into my anus. The bottom of the beer bottle was shoved in first.

Then he told me to keep my ass up, face down, with my ass facing the door, beer bottle inside my ass, and "do not move", and left the room. A few minutes later a group of guys showed up at the door and they were all gawking and laughing. Then my 19 year old boyfriend came up to me, and with a loud pop removed the beer bottle, revealing my gaped asshole, as it was shown on the picture he had sent to his friends. . 

I was horrified and my stomach knotted as I was completely naked, and my most private parts were being exposed. There was a lot of laughter. A few were disgusted. But more guys were saying "Wow that is so cool" and were begging my boyfriend if they could "have a go.at the Asian MILF".

I was extremely humiliated, and mortified, but the fact that I was being publicly exposed seriously turned me on as well and I started rubbing my pussy in front of all of the guys and almost made myself cum 

I was especially turned on at the fact that they were now talking about sharing me, gangbanging me, and potentially using me as a free use fuck toy for all of them.

Omg, last night was insane. we were supposed to just "hang out" but things got wayyy out of hand in the best way possible. he picked me up looking so good, i couldn’t stop staring at his hands on the wheel, like, the things i was imagining??

we grabbed some food and laughed the whole time. honestly, he was so sweet i was already a little wet just listening to him talk. after dinner, we ended up back at his place, and i don’t know what came over me, but i just wanted to thank him in the filthiest way possible.

he sat down, all casual, and i climbed onto his lap, teasing him, running my hands under his shirt. "you’ve been driving me crazy all night," i whispered, and the look he gave me?? ugh, i couldn’t resist.

his cock was already so hard when i unzipped his jeans, and fuck, it was perfect. thick, veiny, and so ready for me. i couldn’t wait, so i took him in my mouth, slow at first, then deeper, letting my spit drip all over him. the sounds he made drove me insane, his moans, the way he whispered my name while gripping my hair.

i went harder, faster, choking on him until he warned me he was close. i didn’t stop. i wanted all of it. when he came, it was so much, warm and salty, and i swallowed every drop, licking him clean just to hear him groan again.

afterward, i climbed into his lap, kissed him, and whispered, "thanks for dessert."

Jason's curiosity about BDSM leads him to a training room, where he meets the captivating Mistress Celeste. The room exudes elegance and sensuality, a far cry from his expectations. As she prepares him for submission, Jason's nerves and desire intertwine, setting the stage for an intense journey.

As Jason stepped into the room, his heart raced with anticipation. He had always been curious about the world of BDSM, and tonight, he was about to experience it firsthand. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight that awaited him.

The room was a stark contrast to the clinical, sterile environment he had envisioned. It exuded a sensual ambiance, a blend of luxury and darkness. Rich mahogany panels lined the walls, their deep hues accentuated by the soft glow of strategically placed lamps. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and a hint of musk, adding to the allure.

In the center of the room, a woman stood, her presence commanding the space around her. Mistress Celeste, a vision of dominance and beauty. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves, framing her face, and her brown eyes held an intensity that made Jason's breath catch. She was dressed in a figure-hugging black dress, the fabric hugging every curve of her body, emphasizing her slender yet powerful form. In her hand, she held a riding crop, the sound of it tapping against her palm filling the silent room.

Jason felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation. He knew he was about to embark on a journey of submission, but the elegance of the room and the captivating woman before him made it all the more intriguing.

"Welcome, Jason," Mistress Celeste's voice purred, her words carrying an air of authority. "I see you've arrived, ready to explore your desires. This room is where fantasies become reality, where pleasure and pain intertwine."

Jason's eyes were transfixed on her, unable to look away. He nodded, his throat dry, unable to find the right words.

Celeste smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Nervous, pet? Don't worry, we'll take things at your pace. But first, let me show you around."

She began to walk around the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, drawing Jason's attention to the various instruments and furniture. The room was a BDSM enthusiast's playground. There were leather-bound benches, chains hanging from the ceiling, and an assortment of whips and paddles displayed on the walls. A large four-poster bed dominated one corner, its sheets a deep crimson, inviting yet ominous.

"Everything here is designed to heighten your senses and push your boundaries," she explained, her voice a soft whisper as she ran her fingers along a leather flogger. "But remember, it's not just about the tools. It's about the mind, the surrender, and the trust you'll learn to place in me."

Jason's gaze followed her every move, his curiosity growing with each step. He felt a tingling sensation in his groin as he imagined what was to come.

"Now, let's see what you're made of, shall we?" Celeste's voice snapped him out of his reverie. She approached him, her eyes narrowing as she studied his reaction. "You claim you want to submit, to be trained. But words are easy, Jason. I want to see if you can back them up with actions."

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed his hand, her grip firm and commanding. She led him to a nearby bench, the leather surface cool against his skin. "Kneel," she instructed, her voice laced with authority.

Jason obeyed, his heart pounding. He knelt before her, his eyes locked on her face, a mixture of excitement and apprehension in his dark gaze.

"Good boy," she purred, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "Submission is a powerful act, and I want to ensure you understand the gravity of your decision. I will guide you, push you, and explore your limits. But first, we must establish trust."

With that, she produced a blindfold from her pocket and gently placed it over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. The soft fabric blocked out all light, heightening his other senses. He could hear her movements, the swish of her dress, and the soft click of her heels as she circled him.

"Trust is the foundation of our journey," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "I want you to feel, to experience, and to let go. But first, we must prepare your body."

Jason felt her hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him forward until his chest rested against the bench. He felt vulnerable, exposed, and yet, a rush of excitement coursed through him.

Celeste's fingers traced his spine, sending shivers down his body. She unbuttoned his shirt, her touch deliberate and slow, making his skin tingle. "You have a beautiful body, Jason. Strong and eager. I can't wait to explore every inch of it."

Her words sent a jolt of desire through him. He felt her hands on his waist, unbuckling his belt, and then the cool air on his skin as she slid his pants down his legs. He was left in just his boxers, his erection straining against the fabric.

"Oh, someone's eager," she teased, her fingers brushing against his hardness. "But we have a long night ahead of us, and I want to savor every moment."

She stepped away, and Jason heard the rustle of clothing, the soft clink of metal, and the creak of leather. His imagination ran wild, picturing her undressing, revealing her own body to him.

"Now, I want you to relax and focus on your senses," she instructed, her voice now coming from a different direction. "Feel the air on your skin, the warmth of the room, and the anticipation building within you."

Jason did as she said, his breath steadying. He felt her hands on his ankles, the soft brush of rope against his skin as she began to tie his feet to the legs of the bench. The rope was firm but not tight, securing him in place.

"You're doing well, pet," she praised, her voice close to his ear again. "Now, I'm going to blindfold you once more, and I want you to focus on your breathing. Inhale my scent, let it fill your lungs, and trust that I will guide you through this journey."

The blindfold was removed, and he caught a glimpse of her face, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, before she gently covered his eyes again. He felt her hands on his wrists, securing them with leather cuffs, the cool metal of the buckles clicking into place. He was now completely at her mercy, bound and blindfolded.

"Remember, Jason, this is a journey of discovery," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Your body is mine to explore, to pleasure, and to discipline. But always know that your safety and pleasure are my ultimate goals."

With that, he felt her hand on his cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. Then, she moved away, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the anticipation of what was to come.

The room fell silent, and Jason's mind raced. He could feel his cock throbbing, his desire building with every passing moment. He wanted to please her, to submit to her will, and to experience the unknown pleasures she promised.

As he waited, his senses heightened, every sound and sensation became amplified. He heard the soft rustle of clothing, the creak of leather, and the faint sound of her footsteps. He imagined her preparing, selecting the tools she would use to train and pleasure him.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, he felt her presence again. Her hands on his shoulders, her breath on his neck, and her lips brushing against his ear.

"Are you ready, Jason? Ready to begin your training?" she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down his spine.

Jason nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, Mistress Celeste. I'm ready to submit."

"Good," she purred, her hand trailing down his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. "Then let the training begin."

With that, she reached for a nearby paddle, the leather cool against his skin as she positioned it over his ass. Jason held his breath, his body tense with anticipation.

"Remember, breathe," she instructed, her voice soft but firm. "Let go of your inhibitions and embrace the sensations. This is just the beginning."

And with a swift, firm stroke, she brought the paddle down, the impact sending a shockwave through his body. Jason gasped, his breath catching in his throat as a mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through him.

"Good, Jason. Feel it. Embrace it," she encouraged, her hand stroking his back, soothing the sting. "That's just a taste of what's to come."

Jason's mind was spinning, his body alive with sensations he had never experienced before. He wanted more, craved the next stroke, and the pleasure that followed.

As the night progressed, Mistress Celeste continued to push his boundaries, exploring his body with a variety of implements and techniques. She was a skilled mistress, knowing exactly how to tease, torment, and pleasure him. With each stroke, each touch, and each command, Jason's submission deepened, and his desire to please her grew stronger.

The training room had become a sanctuary of pleasure and pain, where Jason would learn the true meaning of submission and discover the depths of his own desires. But this was just the beginning, and as the night wore on, the intensity of their encounter would only increase, leaving Jason eager for more...

Georgina filled my dreams that night.

The fragrant scent of lavender and spice, those eyes devious with secret desires and the most alluring black lingerie I had ever seen. Whipping her back and over her shoulder, her smile divine and haughty. Our skin making contact as our lips enclosed, sealing a delicious pact of yearning needs. A rising feeling of heat, sweat like drops of dew speckling our brow’s and lips, the urgent magnetic impulse for intimacy.

The bed covers crinkled and folded under our legs, the bed stinking of testosterone, estrogen and sex. Our limbs entwined and our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, pushing and grinding, pausing and resuming. The sound of moaning and heavy breathing, fingers meshed and the steady roar of climax after thrilling climax. Back arching with loud exclamations, vocal expressions of physical sensations.

I started awake, taking several moments to adjust out of the dream. It felt so real. Even her scent seemed to linger in my bedroom for several minutes and I blinked as though tapping morse code, trying to clear my head. Sunlight streamed in through my window, casting elongated shadows across my wall.

I arrived early to work, and started to get caught up on a few items that had fallen behind schedule. The rest of the team filtered in later in the morning, and the office began to buzz with soft chatter. I stayed focused for the majority of the day, and although my mind would drift towards Georgina at times, the pressing deadlines looming enough to take priority. Steve flitted between teams and departments, a hummingbird darting from flower to flower.

He sat with me for a couple of hours going over the higher priority items and making sure we had everything covered. Every so often he would interject change requests and alterations, but was generally nodding in approval. He tapped me on the shoulder as he stood to leave, giving his own style of curt praise. I was so engrossed in implementing all the changes that I didn’t notice I had company.

I turned to see Georgina sitting in her chair watching me intently, and I started slightly at seeing her which caused her to smile. She was stunningly dressed in a tight black mini skirt, and deep magenta blouse which allowed a plunging glimpse into her cleavage. Dark stockings covered her shapely legs which were finished with a pair of black flats with a white trim and tiny bow. She crossed her legs slowly, revealing more than I was expecting and my eyes darted up to meet hers.

‘Well hey there, stranger!’ She said brightly, with that devious grin she does so well. ‘Good to see me?’

My mind was scrambling frantically, she wasn’t wearing any underwear and had clearly made sure I knew.

‘Of course… I wasn’t sure when you were coming back’ I managed to keep my voice even. ‘How are you?’

Her eyes were laughing at me as her smile deepened, enjoying toying with me as always.

‘Oh, you know – it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster, it’s a whole story to tell you sometime. All settling down now for the most part, but how have you been?’

I paused for a moment to formulate my response.

‘Busy mostly, the last few days have been pretty hectic getting everything up to submission readiness. Could have really used your help on some of the legals and wording but we got by.’ I said.

‘Yeah, it wasn’t good timing and sorry for letting the team down.’ Her mouth twisted slightly with regret.

I waved it away with my hand, signalling it was no problem. We sat staring at each other for a few silent moments, suddenly like awkward teenagers on their first date.

‘Sooooo.’ She giggled at the situation, both limited to what we could say due to the environment.

‘So.’ I returned softly. I glanced over to Grace, who rolled her eyes to the ceiling and made a big show of being nonchalant and not sticky beaking at all.

‘Well I just spoke to Steve about a new potential site for our next project, he suggested that we could go and check it out if you’re not too busy?’ Her eyes were pinning me as she dangled his car keys playfully.

‘Nothing that can’t be put off for a few hours, give me ten minutes?’ Her smile widened as my pulse began to race. Her fingertips rested lightly on my forearm, her dark eyes constellations of secrets.

‘That’s the spirit, I’ll say a few hellos in the meantime.’ She rose and wandered over to our co-workers, the sound of salutations wafted throughout the room.

I finished up the last couple of adjustments at breakneck speed, marking up the remaining items for when I came back to them later. I caught Georgina’s eye and tilted my head to signal I was good to go. She made her goodbyes quickly, waving and smiling to people as we left the office. Grace gave me a knowing look as we passed, her eyebrows raised mirthfully.

When we jumped in the car Georgina programmed the GPS with our destination, and settled back into her seat as the car roared to life and we started on our way. I tried my best not to steal glances at her alluring legs, the skirt rode up some and revealed the stockings were secured with suspenders. Was she wearing a garter belt with no underwear?

‘So I’m guessing you have a few questions for me?’ She enquired lightly.

I nodded while concentrating on the road, and cleared my throat while thinking of where to start.

‘How… is Taylor?’ I asked, trying to keep the worry out of my voice.

She wrinkled her nose and her mouth twisted, and the shadow of sadness fell over her face.

‘Not good, sadly. Not sure if you want to hear what’s going on in that regard, I’m still processing it all.’ My brow furrowed some at hearing this.

‘Oh, no!’ She continued, reading my expression. ‘It’s not like that, we aren’t getting back together. He’s gotten himself into some very serious legal trouble and came to me for help.’

‘What did he do?’ I asked, with relief surging through my whole body.

‘It’s really bad.’ She sighed. ‘Like, really bad. After we broke up he went on a downward spiral, took to drinking and taking drugs – life became one big endless party. He told me there’s around six months he has no memory of, can’t remember anything – half a year is just gone.’

‘He eventually lost his job, something happened and he’s not sure what but they fired him. He then racked up a debt with his dealer, somewhere in the range of $30,000 and they set the heavies on him, which landed him in hospital for a few weeks. His family tried to intervene, and he moved back home for some time but he wasn’t taking his rehab very seriously and kept relapsing.’

‘During one of these relapses he was at a friend’s place and got blackout drunk, and something set him off and he started trashing the friends house like he’d done to mine. They tried to lock him out of the house but he started smashing windows, so they called his brother to come and get him or they’d have to call the cops. So his brother Mike drove over to get him at 3am, and wrestled him into the car to get him back home.’ She trailed off for a few moments, obviously steading her emotions to continue.

‘Taylor says that they argued, Mike was berating him for being a drunken fuck up and to grow up and start getting his life together. Taylor said that he grabbed Mike’s arm to try and make him listen, and in doing so yanked the steering wheel, and the car veered to the left sharply. Mike overcorrected to the right and into oncoming traffic.’

‘Mike tried to pull the car back into his lane, but they drifted into head on collision. Mike was killed instantly, and Taylor was badly injured and was back in hospital for a month. His parents have disowned him and cut contact from him completely. The police are still deciding on what to charge him with, but it’s likely he’ll be going to prison for quite some time. Given his behaviour previously that night, they aren’t thinking of it as an accident.’

I sat in mute horror, trying to make sense of what I was hearing.

‘Oh my god…’ Was all I had at that moment.

‘Yeah, it’s bad. He came to me as he’s got no one else now, he couldn’t even afford a lawyer and needed some advice. I was on the verge of telling him to fuck off, and part of me wishes I did. It’s hard though when it’s someone who you’ve been so close to for so long, and they’re just completely fucked and alone.’

‘I know it can’t have been easy on you, my disappearing suddenly but I didn’t want to drag you into it and I needed some time to come to terms with everything. Mike was like my older brother, so it was all a bit of a shock and then trying to help Taylor sort out his paperwork for the first hearing. He stayed with me for the first few nights, but wires got crossed at some point and he tried to climb into bed with me one night so I got him a hotel room to stay in.’ She went silent and thoughtful.

‘Were you missing me?’ She asked, a hint of a quiver in her voice.

I turned to her, nodding wordlessly.

‘I missed you as well. I was worried that you might be done with me.’ She was, showing an uncharacteristic uncertainty.

‘Why would you think that?’ I asked.

‘Well’ She laughed. ‘I did send you that message that I missed you, you never replied!’

I froze in realisation, I’d completely forgotten to text her back.

‘It’s ok, I thought maybe you were angry or ignoring me. When we came to visit the office you seemed a bit tense and standoffish. And understandably so. Forgive me? Pretty please?’ She asked coquettishly, making puppy dog eyes my way.

‘Yeah, of course.’ I laughed along with her little act. ‘I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.’

‘Oh, don’t you worry I have a little surprise lined up for you.’ She murmured.

‘What is it?’ I asked, enjoying our flirtatious banter.

She rolled her eyes in mock frustration.

‘Well then it won’t be a surprise anymore, you fool!’ Her eyes were dancing as she teased me.

‘Fair enough.’ I grinned. She gave me an appraising look, her pupils becoming dilated and darker.

‘Would you like a hint?’ She asked.

‘Sure!’ I replied.

Her eyes remined locked on my face as she slowly spread her legs, allowing her skirt to gradually ride up her legs. Her perfectly manicured landing strip revealed itself bit by bit, and blood rushed to my groin as I became instantly hard. Her labia were puffed and plump, looking deliciously juicy and she ran a slow finger along her lips.

‘Alex.’ She said.

‘Yeah?’

‘Eyes on the road, champ!’

I looked back to the road and slammed on the brakes, screeching to a halt only inches behind the car ahead of ours that was stopped at the next set of lights. The driver peered back at me through his rearview mirror and I waved my apologies. I turned back to Georgina, who had restored her modesty in the meantime but was cheekily giggling behind a raised hand. I flushed.

‘Thanks for that.’ I said with facetious exasperation.

‘Sorry!’ She said in a tone that was anything but.

We arrived at our destination a few moments later. As we exited the car, I looked around for possible commercial locations wondering where to go. Georgina grabbed my hand and dragged me towards an apartment building. I followed, still confused as to where we were headed. We approached the apartment main door and Georgina used a key to let us in.

‘Our inspection is in here?’ I asked.

‘Yep!’ She chirped back, leading me up the stairs.

We walked down a corridor until we reached an apartment door, which she began opening with a key. I tilted my head questioningly towards her, as she opened the door. She dragged me in to a tastefully furnished apartment with soft carpeting.

‘This is the site?’ I asked, still battling confusion.

‘Surprise!’ She beamed. ‘Welcome to my place!’

She kicked off her flats, and led me around giving me a tour of the apartment. Her bedroom was spacious and plush, an enormous queen-sized bed dominated with four poster framing lined with gossamer hanging sheets. Floor to ceiling mirrored doors lined the wardrobes and cupboards, and a pair of tasteful nightstands stood at either side of the head of the bed.

‘We could get up to so much mischief in there.’ She whispered in my ear, her eyes indicating the bed. ‘What do you think?’

‘I like it, definitely a nice surprise!’ She led me back into the kitchen area.

‘Did you make up the site inspection for Steve?’ I asked.

‘Oh no, not at all – there is a site to check out that I found during my time off. Buuuut, I saw how you were checking out my legs, my pussy got wet and then plans changed. Felt like we could use some time to reconnect.’ Her tone suggesting ‘reconnect’ having multiple meanings. She leaned over the bar, poking her buttocks out and her blouse fell open, showing more than a hint of cleavage. An air of expectation hung in the air, like she was waiting for me to do something.

‘Don’t worry, Boss – we will have a new site proposal assessment ready when the time comes. But for now, shall we continue with our inspection?’ Her eyes twinkled deviously.

What did she mean? What site inspection? I scratched my head, fumbling for what to say.

‘Is it close to here?’ I asked. She sighed and her eyes flickered with mild frustration, the air of expectation growing exponentially.

What was I missing here? Her eyes were boring into me, imploring me, peppered with flecks of disappointment.

‘Yes, very close.’ She whispered.

‘Well, we can give it a look once our current submission is handed over. I’m pretty confident with it so far and Steve seems pretty happy. How do you-‘ Georgina cut me off.

‘It’s great, and I’ve no reason to doubt you’ve handled it admirably during my time off. You’re good at directing people, Alex and that’s something I really like about you. It takes you a little bit to realise, but I really like the way you…’ She trailed off.

‘Take charge.’ Her face was flushed, her dark eyes wide and shimmering.

The words hung in the air between us, the room seemed to hum with an electric mugginess, like it does before a storm. Realisation flooded my consciousness, as desire and something primal crackled through me. Suddenly, I knew what to do.

‘Well, shall we proceed with the inspection?’ I asked curtly, my tone brooking no argument. Georgina immediately perked up, her body language singing in approval. I rounded the counter, to circle her from behind.

‘No, stay as you are.’ I commanded as she started to straighten up. She fell back into leaning over the counter, her ass poked out and her body quivering in anticipation. She was watching me intently over her shoulder, her eyes drinking in everything I was doing. I made a show of sizing her up, playing up my role of inspecting her.

‘I need a better view of you, remove your skirt.’ I commanded, feeling a bit foolish as I tried to get into the role.

She eagerly pulled on the zips on each hip, and slid her skirt down past her thighs slowly until it dropped to the floor. This exposed the very sexy black lace garter belt circling her waist, with 4 suspenders attached to her stockings. Her bare ass was completely exposed to me, and I ran my palms across each cheek as I marvelled at how perfectly shaped they were. Pert and firm, but softly feminine.

‘Top off too!’ I snapped, starting to gain a little confidence at seeing how she was responding. Without hesitation, she dragged her blouse over her head and resumed her position bent over the counter, resting on her elbows. She had a matching black lace bra on, which was tantalisingly see through. Her breathing became heavy and perforated by her thumping heartbeat, which I could see surging in the vein on her temple.

‘It looks to me as though you’ve been misbehaving… have you been a naughty girl?’ I interrogated, as my hand ventured across her back, hips and thighs.

‘Yes.’ She whispered quietly, her legs starting to vibrate slightly with excitement and anticipation.

I placed my right palm against her left cheek.

‘Naughty girls deserve to be punished, don’t they?’ I enquired. Her backside shook.

‘Yes.’ She was sounding more and more girlish, as though the power dynamic play was regressing her into innocence.

‘Say please.’ I ordered.

She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip.

‘Please.’ Her voice barely audible and strained with arousal.

I grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked it hard.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’ I corrected her.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’ She mirrored my words back to me urgently.

Needing no further invitation I raised my hand high above my shoulder, and brought it down on her backside like a thunderclap. A loud crack echoed out into the apartment, the force of it causing her to stagger slightly. Her knees buckled as she made muffled whimpering sounds, and for a moment I thought I’d been too rough. She straightened back into her previous position though, pushing her ass out expectantly.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

I obliged immediately by bestowing attention to her right cheek, a satisfying red welting hand mark already raising on the left. She let out a low agonised groan, her knees pulling together from the pain.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’ She begged.

Crack! I spanked her left ass cheek.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

Crack! I spanked her right ass cheek.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

I brought my palm down on left upper buttock, spreading the pain.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

This time on the lower left buttock, her ass was becoming covered in pinkish red welting.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

I gave an almighty strike to both cheeks at once and she partially collapsed onto the counter panting and moaning. I was about to ask if she was ok, then I noticed the thin string of clear grool dripping down between her legs.

Her pussy was drooling.

I ran my palm gently across her smarting backside, soothing the skin softly. Her legs were vibrating, still buckled at the knees as she recovered from the onslaught. Her breathing was ragged, as she dragged in huge shivering lung fulls of air. I planned my next moves as I waited patiently for her next request. Scanning around the kitchen I spied my next weapon of choice.

I felt her eyes track my movements, as I rummaged through a stand of utensils. I picked out the item that caught my eye – a wooden spoon. I took it into my right hand as I slowly, deliberately strode back to my position behind her.

‘Spread your legs.’ I ordered, she responded immediately by separating her legs further.

I ran the head of the spoon up and down her inner thighs, teasing her skin. Her pussy was drenched and glistening in the warm kitchen light. I began to start quickly tapping the wooden spoon against her thighs and up across her ass. Just gentle repetitive taps to start with, and shifted my focus down to her puffed pussy. I methodically gave her labia very precise smacks, causing it to contract and close.

I ran my weapon over the skin on either side of her clitoris, teasing it and preparing her for what was to come next. She froze in place, though still quivering with the rushing arousal flooding her body. I gave her clit a gentle tap at first, letting the sensation linger. She emitted a low anguished cry, a divine mixture of pleasure and pain. I let her have another one, a little more sharply this time.

‘Please sir, I need to be punished.’

She was looking back at me over her left shoulder, her eyes glazed and unfocused. I gave a little nod, along with a devilish side eye. I snapped the spoon sharply onto her clitoral area causing her legs to buckle again as she cried out in agony. Her hips shuddered and bucked, her muscles convulsing from the pain. I went in again, this time focusing my strikes across her ass and thighs.

I undid the clasps to her bra, she worked her shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. I pulled each of her stockings down, intending to throw them out of the way but then had better idea. I pulled Georgina up straight and turned her to face me, taking in her glorious naked body. I brought her hands together in front of her, and used one of her stockings to bind her hands together.

Her eyes were glittering like reflected sun rays on a water’s surface.

I pushed her onto her back on the counter, spreading her legs apart. Her nipples were engorged and fully erect, so I gave them a bit of attention with the spoon. With each crack, Georgina writhed her body and moaned loudly. I spread my focus around her hips and thighs, across her pubic mound and belly. I began to remove my clothing between hits, making a rumpled pile on the floor.

Georgina beamed when she saw my cock at full attention, licking her lips.

‘I’ve been missing that.’ She cooed.

‘Have you now?’ I asked.

‘Mhmm.’ She replied.

I moved to the other side of the counter, pulling back towards me so her head hung off the edge. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with desire as I offered my cock to her lips. She began running her tongue along my shaft, causing waves of pleasure to trickle down my cock and into my lower belly. She made low moans of pleasure, like she was tasting a gourmet delicacy, switching lower to my balls.

I placed my hands on her breasts and gave them a squeeze, as she reached her bound hands up to guide my cock into her mouth. Her lips engulfed me completely and I let out a low moan, causing her to moan in return. Her tongue swirled around the head, causing fireworks of sensual delight to course through me. I pinched each of her nipples hard, pulling on them and stretching them. Her mouth clamped down on my cock in response, as her hands snaked down between her legs as she began to touch herself. The view was incredible.

She took her mouth off my cock.

‘Deeper.’ She simply said, opening her mouth wide in invitation.

I was caught off guard momentarily, but guided myself slowly back into her hungry mouth. I pushed my cock in slowly, looking out for any signs of discomfort on her part. But she only continued to breath deep, heavy breaths through her nose, making delighted moans and sighs. As I pushed in deeper, I felt a kind of resistance as though hitting a natural barrier. I hesitated before pushing any more, but she simply angled her head side to side, as I saw her throat contract in a swallowing motion.

There was a popping sensation and suddenly I slid into her throat and was buried to the hilt. I could see my hard cock cause her throat to bulge, and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I became harder as I became intensely turned on, which in turn caused her to swallow hard and constrict around my cock. The sensation was beyond delicious, my cock being gently massaged by the insides of her throat.

She made muffled gargling noises as began to finger herself furiously. I pulled back and gave her a brief reprieve and she immediately gasped a huge breath full of air desperately. I reached down to flick each of her nipples, then pinching and pulling on them sharply. I pushed my cock back in deep, more confident this time as she gasped a quick breath before I blocked her airways again. I began to gently rock myself back and forth, testing to see how she responded. She only increased furiously fingering her clitoris.

I slowly built up my tempo, with her making low ‘glupping’ noises every time my cock pushed past her uvula. I’d never been this deep in a girl’s mouth before and the feeling was incredible, delightful sparks of electric joy began surge in my cock. I changed tactics and pushed myself in deep and held myself there for a long pause. Gradually over time, her face began to turn red, and the veins stood out on her neck as the lack of air took it’s toll. I held myself like this for a few moments longer, and then relented by pulling out.

She drew in a long choking gasp, her eyes tearing up and running mascara in long dragging lines down either side of her face. I was about to check that she was ok, but she gave me one of her trademark devilish winks. Not only was she ok, this was exactly what she wanted. And I was more than happy to indulge her.

I placed a hand on either side of her face, gently cupping her cheeks as I guided myself in. Seeing my cock bulge her throat again brought out something primal in me, a rush of pure animalistic lust. Each thrust brought drove me to higher peaks of pleasure, her mouth and throat caressing me from every angle. Her muffled, delirious moans continued as her nimble fingers flashed around her clitoris and pussy, which had resumed drooling her wet nectar.

Climax began to build from deep within my core, I could feel it bursting up from between my legs and behind my balls. Her muted gasps and tense, contorting body indicated that she was right there with me, her own orgasm had started to crest. I began to grunt and gasp low moans of pleasure, as I felt sweat trickle down my back. My cock began to engorge as my orgasm surged, my lower stomach coursed with darts of delight. Every muscle in my body seemed to tense at once, and I pushed my cock in as deep as I could.

I began to spurt my semen in long, flowing rivers as I saw her cheeks puff and her throat tense and strain. Her legs snapped together as she silently experienced her own roaring orgasm, her whole body shuddering. With one last enormous orgasmic contraction, I filled her with come and began to slowly recede from within her. She began to suckle on my cock gently, her mouth gently massaging me down from climax, making soft contented noises of bliss.

‘Wow.’ I said, my cock dropping out of her mouth as I stepped back and helped her up.

‘Yep. Wow!’ She returned, giggling and holding out her hands for me to untie. ‘I’m a mess!’

She did look like she’d been through some kind of ordeal, saliva, tears and mascara smeared all over her face. But she’d never looked sexier, and I stepped in and took her into my arms.

‘Oooh, this is nice.’ She murmured into my chest contentedly.

We stood like that for several minutes, rocking gently back and forth and enjoying being intimate with each other after a long separation. She gradually began panting less, feeling like putty in my arms. I could have sworn she was silently purring.

‘Well I can’t be going back into the office looking like this. Come on!’ She dragged me by the hand.

‘Where are we going?’ I asked.

‘Shower time!’ She replied silkily. ‘We can clean up, and see about going for round two!’

I followed her to the bathroom smiling, and feeling like the luckiest guy on the planet.

Agatha

Let's say I found myself in a situation not unfamiliar to me. I was sitting in a chair, my tits breathing freely under my shirt, my hands cuffed behind the backrest, and my legs spread tied to two other chairs, my Mexican pussy opening before the eyes of men who were hardly human anymore. I had not seen them because I was blindfolded, but I knew of something distinguishing today from my usual experience. These guys had guns and knives, and I didn't know what they were going to put into my pussy first.

 Should I explain to you why I was in danger, how many of these guys there were, and how likely this was the end of the sexiest girl around? In our Princess Tower, passion draws its strength from power on the one hand and the feeling of unbearable abuse on the other.

For that reason, the Shieldmaidens resisted, and since our prospects were changing as quickly as a chameleon's skin, they occasionally patted each other on the back and whispered that they wanted to meet so that someone could scratch them there. Montie and Claudia invited me into one of the sports equipment cabinets. There were seven of us in swimsuits, so we've got a lucky number.

 "What happened to you?" I asked. Claudia supported Montie, but her roommates Ruby and Nicole stabilized her shoulders. Adriana and Roxanne, the ex-militaries, circled cautiously around them.

"Prefect arrested Alice," Caludia said.

"Th-they're going after those who created the show," Montie stammered. "I'm next, I'm next, I'M NEXT!

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement. "Zita told me she saw our friend in an undesirable place. Green is tearing her cunt with a needle." 

"You're not in a brothel," Nicole shouted.

"Sorry, retard," I apologized sincerely. "I would save her if I could, but we already have protection. Sophia is the Principal and a cunning one. She-" 

"How could she protect us if she couldn't protect Alice?!" Ruby shouted.

I was annoyed. My dream had come true. My best friend is a top bitch, and I stand behind her throne. 

"That happened a few days after the change of guards. Sophia would not allow another arrest."

" She allowed the dishonor of the Shieldmaidens," Claudia said. "Montserrat, I don't think you need to worry. It doesn't mean Green won't try to torture another of our army." She made a few steps away from Montie and towards me. "When they rejected our petition, they proved they have never meant well for us, but snatching the Alice is shitting on us."

"We'll sneak up on Green," Ruby said. "Should we free her-"

"If we try, we'll get Sophia fired," I said. "We can't attack, we can't help Alice to run, we won't have anyone to prevent Green from skinning us alive."

"And they took our weapons from us," Adriana pointed out.

I sighed. Alice wasn't my friend, but I hated Green, and this was a blow to our newfound confidence. " I'll talk to Sophie. She tells me a lot. She can listen for once."

"Sophia is incapable of freeing either Mayson or Alice," Nicole said. "If you value the freedom, find someone whose hands aren't tied."

"Sooner or later, the Shieldmaidens will get their resurrection," Claudia showed her teeth.

"As in our episode "The Succubus and the Shadow Order of Zombies," Montie remembered her fantasy roots.

We returned to the pool, and I wanted to stay in the cold, fresh water.

Shieldmaidens have never chosen a leader. I dunno, but I always thought I was the best woman to take up the mantle. If I were forced to name a reason, I would say my sex appeal is hard to confiscate weapon, and Sophia cherished my ability to give guys what they want and then want to repeat with me and me alone.

"One Heir was disrupting our meetings," she told me over the warden's walkie-talkie. "Lucas Balaban. Fitzpatrick said he regularly gossiped about me, and it would be a while before his mother called him. His inmate bores him, and he says that he is not interested in sex, but I don't believe that from a guy. I think he would need a boost in the form of a naughtier lover."

I promised her that after the experience with me, Lucas would either fall asleep for two days or write me love letters all night.  

 I came to his room unannounced, but when he let me in, he didn't send me away. He sat up on the bed and stared at me. I could see that he had a thicker belly, but his cute face compensated for it.

"A comforting service is coming," I told him. "I heard we had someone sad here." I wasn't wearing a Lovemaking outfit, but a long red coat that covered me from behind. When I unbuttoned it, however, Lucas get a view of the stockings and the garter belt of the same color. Otherwise, he could only see my darker skin, which he could soon touch and get under it.

"Come here to me!" exclaimed Lucas. From Texas, by the sound of it.

I tried not to contradict the clients, but the boy needed more. I threw my coat on the floor with a sharp movement. I walked quickly to his bed and suddenly turned sharply toward his desk. I lay on my back on it and spread my legs. "Stand up and use all your members!"

He left the bed with a rather stumbling step. He squinted but gradually grew more confident. He had to move because the most powerful part of a man's body, that which causes and signals his inner transformation pulled him toward me. His glans were pointing at me as a place he wanted to go, like a boy asking his dad to jump in the pool, maybe to visit half-naked girls.

"You may be a whore, but Green is a bigger one," Lucas said dreamily.

"It's a too good a name for Green, and most of all, he won't offer you this." I exercised my legs again.

"He's a coward. My family controls a much larger territory than Wyoming with their money. He can never hurt us, but he will use his power to keep us here and use us." Lucas pulled out a purple dildo from the side table and approached me. He admired my cunt.

"That's the thing about the law. It always comes from either strength or momentary passion," I explained to him.  "The law was often against us prostitutes, but the passion was on our side, so we were stronger. And here, Green is stronger."

"Luckily I still have some strength left," Lucas said, and against my expectations, he turned on the dildo and pushed it into my cunt without much preparation. I squirmed and opened my mouth at him defiantly, expecting his cock to be there, but Lucas only pinched my tits.

"Turn around," he said suddenly and added a slap on my ass from below.

Ah, so I won't be able to watch. I regretted it, but at least I turned on my stomach carefully so as not to lose the divine toy of pleasure in my insides.

I had to be consistent, so I pouted at Heir. He gets to separate cheeks himself. I could feel his fingers go about working together to do that. My asshole must have been exposed, but his cock caressed both halves so far. For a moment, he even let them squeeze his manhood. It warmed me up nicely, and I began to hump. All the while, my mechanical friend was teasing me in my feminine places.

At one point, Lucas split my ass again. I didn't feel anything for a moment, and then he inserted his long, hard tool into the exit of my bowels. Although I had been stretched over the years of practice, now I was surprised by the pain.

"AHHH- slower, please!"

He grabbed my throat with his arm and sped up. I felt my resistance motivating even him more as the dildo continued its parody of tenderness long after I had climaxed, long after Lucas had defiled my ass and laid me on the table. He was panting terribly, and I prayed to God to get up and take the damn thing out!

He lay down beside me. "You really don't want to hold it to your room?" he asked, reveling in the implied threat. "Don't worry, I'll support Arnolph if she sends me at least two pairs of similar holes a couple of times a day!"

He left my dildo there and increased the vibration on it to torment me. Only then could I go somewhere where I could consider how long I could afford to be here without sex. Most guys are bastards who look at the administrator, even the artist and all they see is a piece of meat.

I was lethargic at dinner, unable to respond to my friends. After yesterday's experience, when I had to leave the room, Sophia told me a few things that made me stop trusting our smartypant Zita completely. I didn't focus on anything around me. We were eating some food and a cube of light above us showed us a brutal hologram of bound Thompson.

That image has been transformed into something else several times, sometimes into Sophia, sometimes into that clown Green, but today, it disappeared, and the melodies of two whole songs were heard in the dining hall. One was Ode to Joy and the other was our new national anthem, First Duke's March.

Another face appeared in the cube. A man, but more handsome than Green. A face with famous cheekbones and amazing long black hair.

Fucking Princeps Juan Fucking Gilbert.

Juan looked around as if he could see us. Then those eyes turned serious and he spoke condescendingly.

"It saddens me when I have to comfort the weakest and most vulnerable members of our society, but at the same time, I draw strength from it. Me, who won't be standing on top of it anymore in a short time -"

Even snoring sounds more ingenious. Powerful guys are the most annoying because, like all guys, they talk, and they can make people either listen to their babble or pretend to listen to it. I only started paying attention when he started shouting.

"Prefect Green, you can stay where you are, but I appeal to your reason! Thanks to you, the situation in Washington has escalated, and Councilman Olsson has worked wonders. Under the leadership of Timothy Cooper, the hosts of emigrants have expressed their support for him and are begging us to come back, and believe me, they are not traitors! I'm prepared to think that they have been expelled from our country by elements like you!"

Juan paused and lifted his chin.

 "Start with small steps. I believe Daniel Mayson is a shady person. However, I want the current leadership of the Princess Tower to be able to talk to him. That will show that you respect my authority."

The cube faded again. None of us girls said anything. We couldn't swallow another bite, and our cutlery was hanging above our plates. We were a little relaxed thanks to the hologram of Sophia appearing above us. She had a much shorter speech. She bowed and said, "Thank you, my Princeps!" And it went out.

Green appeared immediately. He sputtered. I didn't want to listen to him. He was questioning the authenticity of the message. Shouted about the danger of the emigrants. He promised that Mayson would always be under his control.

It made me think.

It made me think more than when I was having fun, when I was being protected, or when I was gaining power.  I knew what I said to Sophia tomorrow would make me someone else, and I devoted every thought to it. It wasn't until tonight that a few thoughts penetrated my dreams.

Me, her, us. I see myself when I was a wife. Me – actually she – is cooking kale, but I'm watching myself from the table. Making lunch for myself? That makes sense, but why am I in two places? Housewife-Me has her eyes closed, she keeps humming something, but she doesn't turn to me. I am holding a baby in my hands, definitely my son. Did Housewife-Me give him to me? Can I play with him? I would love to, but he is too heavy. Maybe one of the two other women at the table would have taken him. They both look like me too, and they both laugh. They only get serious when they look at me.

"Bare your tits! She's hungry, she doesn't scream just because she's shy!" This girl is not shy. She shows her tits and the other one starts sucking on both of them alternately, as if she was enjoying tequila. Her tongue even turns into a snake on Bare Tits- Me. It splits itself in two so that it can go into more of her holes, and the shameless one likes it. She sighs and a geyser of rubies rises from her throat to the ceiling.

I obey her and offer the baby to drink from my tit. But what did the half-naked woman say? "She" is hungry?

The thing I'm breastfeeding isn't my son? A memory of the child you were. Someone told me something like that once. Can this child be me too?

Snake-Tongued-Me pulls her tongue out of Half-Naked-Me and laughs. "I've never seen you before, but I rule here. Introduce yourself. How did you get here? Why have you changed? What happened out there?"

"There's a fight out there between Princeps and Prefect," I say, though I soon realize she probably didn't want to hear that. "Princeps might marry Sophia!" Was it really like that or am I already confused about the waking world?

"I want to marry the Princeps!" said Snake-Tongued-Me, emphatically.

"Why did you leave my husband?" asks Housewife-Me, confused.

"It's not about who we marry!" I objected. "We have to protect ourselves and we must attack the one who tried to hurt us!"

"Then why it looks like you can't help yourself?" said Snake-Tongued-Me, letting the snakes flick me in the face. I shoved Housewife-Me aside and grabbed a knife from the sink. I swung myself fast enough to pin the snake to the table. Half-Naked-Me jumped at me and took a mallet from the sink. I eluded her but Baby-Me started to cry. While singing a lullaby, I reached into the drainer and pulled a bow and arrows.

"Leave me alone or I'll shoot you!" I promised my previous versions. I stepped back into the door and pointed an arrow at each Agatha.

"Don't go out!" pleaded Housewife-Me. "You said it wasn't safe there!"

"But I will only see you there in the mirror!" I walked backward out of the house and shot in front of me just to be sure.

"Why should your friends come?" FitzPatrick was nagging, but I was still looking at Sophia, and she knew that I sometimes had brilliant ideas, even though I had to underestimate myself in front of people to get them to take me seriously.

 "Because they have fuller heads and harder brains, but they will still tell you they agree," I said confidently. "And because it can't be done without them."

"We'll bring them," Sophia agreed, resting her arms on the table. "But we'll wait. I hope you have thought your plan through."

All the members of my recent private meeting came to the Principal's office except Montie. Her place was taken by Carl, Nicol's Heir. I summarized what I had planned, and Sophia didn't speak for five minutes.

"Do you want to kill me?" she asked. "If I kidnap Daniel, Green will order the soldiers to rape us, cut off our hands, and kill us in the same hour!"

 "Can't you appreciate your ally?" asked Nicol. "Green has us partially surrounded, but he is surrounded by Princeps."

"And here begins the second part, which I have kept for greater effect," I said. "Once Mayson is ours, you will report to the Princeps that the Prefect resisted you, and you had to take him by force. Maybe he'll be angry, but maybe it will also tickle his dick nicely that he'll now be able to go into battle against Green. Everyone will see what a man he was and that his enemies had to tremble before him until the end of his term."

Sophia wrinkled her eyebrows. "I'll call him first. This will not happen without his blessing. But do you know I can't give you any weapons?"

Carl stepped in front of the Principal. "The girls will carry some fake ones," he assured her. "I'll be the genuine one."

"And how am I supposed to understand that?"

"Green is afraid that something will happen to Heirs. So, I'll serve as a hostage," he clarified his role and pointed to FitzPatrick. "His relationship with you is becoming clear to people, so I must step in to make them uncertain."

"We can afford to do it, unlike your wardens," Claudia said. "In the end, Princeps will free you, and you will free Alice," Nicole added contentedly.

Sophia got up and came up to me. She grabbed my armrests and bent down to me so that her long nose almost poked me in the eye.

"You will surprise them. That will be your task. You'll be like ghosts and won't let anything happen to any of Green's people."

 I smiled contentedly. "Ghosts? Thompson would be happy for you. We'll look like ghosts, too."

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... We stole six toques from the kitchen, cut them up, and made holes for the eyes. When we put them on our heads, we looked like a catering service for the KKK. 

Princeps obviously approved of our brilliant idea and let his wives blow him off because, in the evening, Sophia and Carl sent us to a room where Dorothy looked at us with shady eyes in an unbuttoned warden's uniform. She was standing next to sitting IT guy with a thick red beard and some white hair.

"I can't get to the Security, but my access code still holds up," Dorothy explained. "We need you to get to Mayson's cell between 8:45 p.m. and 8:52 p.m. This may be the last eight minutes that the access code will be valid.  Arnolph tells you that all her wardens will give you a clear way out. Once outside, your hostage will have to scream loudly. Green's soldiers will panic. If you're quick, they'll let you in. No one will interfere with your progress to the cells, especially if they don't know they're open."

"Is Arnolph ready to take over the Security then? " Adriana wanted to know. 

Dorothy shrugged. "Just like Princeps is prepared to drop the bombs on Green's positions." 

 In the end, the bombs fall, but first, the sex bombs have to do the work.

I wanted nothing more than to punch the right arrogant noses. From the smallest one to the biggest one. One thing made me uneasy. I felt like Ursula many months ago. She also became a terrorist, cheated, and took hostages. She ended badly. I reminded myself that she didn't have friends like that. I thought it would differentiate the winner from the loser.

According to the records, Carl wanted to enjoy our presence. He was the reason we were all in the Lounge with him. He just never urged us to put our toques on our heads and hold a plastic knife to his throat. In the Tower itself, he didn't even make a sound, but with a breath of fresh air, his plea carried through. "They kidnapped me, help! I want to see my home again!"

Green's soldiers took notice. So did the wardens, this time preventing the first group from trying out their weapons on us. Carl screamed again, but my wrist on his Adam's apple let him know that I wanted to yell now.

"Safe passage to the Security!" I demanded.  I turned my head carefully to the left. As Sophia and I agreed afterward, a covered wagon stood there, lacking people, but two rifles lay in the back. After all, the Principal had managed to secretly send us weapons in good faith that we would not end up using them. However, we jumped into the car. Adriana took the wheel, and Roxie prepared herself for the possibility that she might have to shoot. It was ridiculous for us and the audience how short the drive was, and we gave the right of way to another car just before Security.

The Wardens outside opened the door immediately and there were only two armed women and Michelle waiting for us inside.

"I want to be taken to the Principal Mayson 's cell,” I yelled as menacingly as I could.

Michelle looked unusually thoughtful. Yet it couldn't be brighter in her head than it was here in the corridor.  "If you like, we'll show you all the cells one by one," she said. "To see that Mayson is no longer here. Prefect Green ordered us to take him to Arnolph a few minutes before you arrived. We put him in the car so that nothing would happen to him outside, and he'll be in the Principal's office by now."

The hand in which I was holding the plastic knife froze. I wasn't even sure if my feet felt solid ground. 

 "You had him transported a few meters by car?" asked Adriana.

"As I said, you can see for yourself. But we are in a different situation now. We must ask you to release the hostage. I can bring cookies if you like." Thunders of gunshots rang out behind the wall.

"Out!" I commanded in complete panic. Some of us opened the door, and we all backed up. When we got our bearings outside, we saw about five Heirs running across the grounds, even in shorts or with backpacks on their backs. "Try to stop us!" they shouted, and people have been trying, no matter how many wardens got between them and the soldiers.

We didn't wait for anything. The moment when the third shot rang out, we quickly jumped into the car. Without Mayson but still with Carl. Adriana started the engine, and I looked out the window. At that moment, an interesting change took place. The soldiers stopped chasing the Heirs, but most started firing in our direction. The hood and glass held up, but after a jolt, at least one tire said goodbye to us.

"Get out quickly!" I didn't know which of us had shouted it, but I agreed. Five of us jumped out at the back and headed for the circle of the wardens. I tried to follow them, but behind me, someone ripped off the door to the control cabin, and squeezed my elbow so hard that I immediately dropped the knife, and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

...and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

...and the panting Carl fell to the floor.

This was where my narration behind the blindfolded eyes ended, and it could not find any new sentences of story to tell. I told you at the beginning that I was captured here. Vulnerable to eight armored guys in some tent. I could find no joy in being chained to the chairs and hated by angry men who were also lecherous in the nastiest way possible.

"You had sex with her, Lucas?"

"I must have the prettiest dick that was ever inserted in her CD unit," the familiar voice joked.

"You mean USB port for the tiny connector," a crueler, unseen man said. 

Cruz. Madre Díos. I hate him since he reminds me of myself.

"Why is she still here?" an older guy asked incredulously. This was surely not an Heir but a male enforcer.

"We want other cunts to come to her rescue," Cruz said. "We'll send the message to our mole, telling her that Arnolph should think we don't want to give her to you. These hens may be tempted to deprive us of their accomplice, but all they will find will be a mix of jizz and cold meat, and we will hold more pussies for Prefect's interrogators."

Someone came on a light footsteps, possibly two women.   

"Gotta catch them all, Cruz?" Jesus, that bitch Bellinda.

"One screaming painslut wouldn't be enough. A million wouldn't be enough, but I won't let them hide. I want them to suffer for their nut-sized brains!"

The new voice supported him. "If we have more of those fanatics, Arnolph will be under further stress and forced to cooperate with Mayson and the Prefect." I didn't hear her often, but I eventually remembered the strange hoarse speech of Oriona, that girl in the tuxedo with the man's hair.

"I saw Mayson," Cruz said. "He wants to save his ass, and he knows that will be impossible unless someone slaps Arnolph around. Good thing we knew about the foolishness." 

This had to stop.

"You 've got me!" I shouted. "Tell the Prefect I will testify that Sophia wanted us to strike without Princeps agreeing, forcing his hand. He won't have to catch the other girls, and I want him to release Alice. You see, we were scared because he arrested her!"

"That is a silly suggestion," Cruz objected.

"The bitch is offering something," the deep voice of the male enforcer said. "And you 're not a Prefect, lad!"

"If you want to take her and go on a colossal waste of time, I know better than to turn our exchange of opinions into a pissing contest," Cruz said. "But I have to meet our mole, and suppose your colleague could accompany me?"

"Dennis, I'll take the whore, you take the whoreson. As for the others, go back to your rooms!"

Some massive hands untied my legs from the other chairs, lifted me, and an equally muscular knee kicked my ass to march me forward. 

I have felt outside with all its cold and stench, knowing full well that I would be grateful not to drown in my shit, but life is about other things. I have to save good, honest girls like Alice and Shieldmaidens, no matter what happens to politicians like Sophia. I like her, but I have to say goodbye to what she represents.

"Why are you here? You can't find your way back to your room? A little suggestion. It's part of a building."

"I know that woman," Oriona said. I still stepped forward, but the brute kicked me and wrapped his around my waist. "You probably know many of them. Aren't you one of those cook masks?"

"No, I'm surprised at the way she behaves. Come to me, Officer, I want to talk about what will happen to her."

I heard a short swishing sound.

"Argh! What have you done? You cunt, give me your hand!"

"What about the other one?"

There was that sound again.

"I know who you... I know who you..."

"What if I told you this was no ordinary tranquilizer but something that would ensure you would never know anything?"

"You would murddd…"

His speech grew quieter and heavier. I heard a thud and then a clinking.

Oriona finally took off the scarf that was blocking my vision. She had a damned ugly face, but I was relieved to see something.

"We need to get him into the tent," she said and unlocked my handcuffs with a key that might not be hers. I noticed she wore simple mechanical bracelets with empty holes on her arms. I looked down at the lethargic enforcer and saw one dart above his left foot.

"Were you serious? Is he dead?" I asked, stretching my free wrists.

"No, it might just take some time before he regains consciousness. And even after that, it will take some time for him to remember what happened." We brought the body into the tent and Oriona took me sideways. "I have a tent of my own. We all have been using them from the days of the hunt for Thompson. I need to check you to see if you have any bugs on your body. "

We went into her place where I could lie down on the bed and she took her scanner to me. "It may be paranoia, but sometimes they do that to ensure the prisoners won't escape." She did not spare a single millimeter of my body as she searched me with that grey tortoise-like thing. 

"No, thankfully, you are clear."

"So, you are Sophia's mole mole in Cruz's group," I broke the silence.

"Yes, but Green has one too and that is probably Dorothy," Oriona stated. "Not that it matters much. Carl said private things to his friends and they fell on the wrong ears."

That reminded me... "Where is Carl anyway?" 

„In the infirmary with Green's man behind the door. This will complicate things but with some luck on our side, the Princeps will find a pretense to attack."

"Boys being boys," I said and I couldn't help but notice Oriona looked at me very passionately. 

"I always wanted to be a boy, but my dad wouldn't approve of the surgery." Oriona sighed. "At the same time, I wanted it so much. To dress like men, to be like men. To fuck women."

"I can arrange the last one for you." I stood up, turned around and shook my ass. Before I could turn back, Oriona's arm wrapped around my neck, touching my chest, where her fingers took a moment to find out exactly where my nipple was, playing with it through my dress for a while.

"I've wanted to show someone like you what I can do for a long time!" The Heiress pulled away, so I turned back to her. Oriona removed her jacket, laying it on a chair, and button after button she undid the shirt. Finally, she pulled it out of her pants and stood in front of me from the waist up, almost naked. Her boobs weren't that small. She proudly displayed them in a cherry-red bra.

"Will you show me your lower part too?" I asked lasciviously.

"Shut up and undress!" She screamed. Well, I forgot. She's a man.

I took off all my clothes, shedding the shreds.  Oriona looked at me greedily. I didn't feel shy, but I put the expression on. I think it made her horny. She pulled me in and sat me on her lap like a cute little daughter. Jeans tickled my pussy pleasantly, but I felt more pleasure when our lips began to taste each other. Oriona took off her bra, so our boobies also rubbed each other. But Oriona felt at a disadvantage compared to my tits, so she leaned me back and bent in the same direction. Her nipples were tickling me soon and I might even laugh if the tongue of my lover hadn't stopped me.

Oriona must have been thrilled to rule my mouth, so she moved on to another base. She spread her two fingers and thrust them into my cunt and my asshole. I lifted myself to give her more room to her hand, and she took advantage of it. She sank into me, causing me pleasure and pain at the same time. She went deeper and deeper into me, and I tried to reciprocate with my tongue. As for the surface of our bodies, my nipples stiffened me and her. We teased each other with them, and when we sometimes broke a kiss, one of us would run over the other's belly. It was an exclusive mini-massage, and my orgasm was building. Oriona wasn't as frantic as the men when she did it to me, and she wasn't as skilled as Sophia, but she didn't seem like a clumsy novice. She must have imagined it a thousand times when her fingers met her lonely cunt.

She scratched my head with the fingers she had stuck in my holes a moment ago. "Let's take a look at the Principal's office. Arnolph may be going through a lot right now, but we should reassure her that we have been able to free you. She and Mayson... They will probably have to change a lot."

We dressed enthusiastically and left the tent. We looked around, but no one watched us in the dead of night. I thought that the darkness would soon be replaced by the sun and the silence would remain unbroken until we reached the Tower. However, something came from the forest that I heard relatively recently. Shot. An unexpected combination followed. A woman's laughter and a man's grunting.

alright, so i've got this thing that's probably not the most ethical, but it's hot and it makes the patients happy. i like to flash them, tease them a bit, you know? make their hospital stay a little more interesting.

i wear these scrubs that are just a bit too low-cut (i can share a pic if you want), showing off my cleavage, and i make sure my nipples are hard, poking through the fabric. when i lean over to check their vitals or adjust their pillow, i make sure they get a good look. just a little flash of my tits, nothing too wild, but enough to make their day.

and sometimes, if i'm feeling really naughty, i'll wear these tight white pants that show off my ass and my thong. i'll bend over in front of them, making sure they get an eyeful. i can see the desire in their eyes, and it turns me on so much. i'll linger a bit, wiggle my ass, really put on a show.

sometimes, i'll even change my clothes in front of them. not like a full-on strip show, just casual, like it's no big deal. i'll bring in a change of scrubs and start undressing, making sure they see a bit of skin, a flash of my nipples or my thong. i can see them trying not to stare, but failing miserably. it's so fucking hot.

and if the patient is hot? well, i might touch them a little more than necessary. run my hands up their arm while i'm taking their blood pressure, let my fingers linger on their chest when i'm checking their heart rate. just enough to make them want more, you know?

there was this one guy, a few months back, he was so fucking sexy. every time i walked into his room, i could see him checking me out, his cock pitching a tent under the sheets. so, i made sure to give him a good show. i'd bend over a lot, change in front of him, touch him every chance i got.

one time, i was checking his vitals, and i "accidentally" dropped something, so i had to lean over his lap and brushed my tits against his dick and balls. he groaned, and i could see the precum staining his sheets. i leaned in, whispered in his ear, "oops, did i do that?" and winked at him. he grinned, and i could see the lust in his eyes.

another time, i was changing in front of him, and i made sure to "drop" my pants, bending over to pick them up, giving him a full view of my ass and my thong. i looked back at him, bit my lip, and said, "whoops, clumsy me." he was full-on stroking his cock under the sheets, and it was so fucking hot.

i mean, i know it's not the most professional behavior, but fuck it. it turns me on, and i think it helps the patients too. it gives them something to look forward to, a little excitement to take their mind off being stuck in the hospital. and who knows? maybe it really does help them heal faster.

Last night got wild, and i’m still replaying every second. it started as a casual party at our place, nothing serious, just a few drinks, laughs, and the usual crowd. but then he showed up. my roommate’s coworker, let’s call him t. tall, broad shoulders, and that cocky smile that makes your stomach flip in the worst, and best way.

we didn’t talk much at first, just exchanged a few looks across the room. but those looks? they weren’t innocent. i’d catch his eyes lingering on me, and the way his lips curled into a smirk every time? it drove me crazy.

when the party started winding down, people leaving in pairs or passed out in corners, t ended up alone in the kitchen while i cleaned up. i didn’t think anything of it when he leaned against the counter, watching me. “you throw one hell of a party,” he said, his voice low, teasing.

“glad someone enjoyed it,” i shot back, trying to keep it casual. but then he stepped closer. too close. his hand brushed mine as i grabbed a glass, and suddenly the tension was unbearable.

“you know,” he started, his voice softer now, “i’ve been waiting all night to get you alone.”

before i could even respond, his lips were on mine. soft at first, but then his hands were gripping my waist, pulling me against him, and the kiss deepened, messy and hungry. my heart raced as his hands slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing my bare skin.

“you’re driving me insane,” he muttered against my lips, his breath hot and his hands already tugging at my shorts. i didn’t stop him. hell, i didn’t want to.

he hoisted me up onto the counter, his mouth moving to my neck as i moaned softly, feeling his cock straining against his jeans between my legs. “you’ve been teasing me all night,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

it didn’t take long for him to slide my panties off, his fingers finding their way inside me, curling and stroking until i was gasping, gripping the counter for balance. “fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, pulling his jeans down just enough to free his cock.

he pushed inside me in one smooth motion, filling me completely, and i swear i saw stars. every thrust was deep, deliberate, and i couldn’t help the way my legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, deeper. “you feel so fucking good,” he rasped, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me.

when i came, it hit me hard, my body trembling as i cried out his name. he wasn’t far behind, his rhythm faltering before he groaned, filling me up with a final, deep thrust.

afterward, we stayed there for a moment, tangled together, catching our breath. “guess i should’ve helped with the cleanup earlier,” he joked, smirking as he adjusted his jeans.

i don’t know what’s gonna happen next, but all i can think about is how fast we can make it happen again.

It started with a casual invite. a "let's hang out" that sounded so innocent, but when i saw him standing at my door, his jaw tight and his eyes full of something darker, i knew tonight was going to be different.

he stepped inside, and the tension was instant, electric. every glance, every small touch as we sat on the couch sent heat straight between my legs. when his fingers brushed mine, i couldn’t stop myself. i leaned in, and our lips collided.

his kiss was demanding, hungry, like he’d been waiting for this forever. his hands gripped my hips, pulling me onto his lap as his hard cock pressed against me. “you’ve been teasing me for too long,” he growled, his voice low and rough.

i let out a soft moan as his lips found my neck, sucking and biting just enough to leave marks. his hands slid under my shirt, tugging it off in one swift move. he took a moment to admire me, his gaze roaming over my bare skin before he flipped me onto the couch.

he didn’t waste time. my shorts were gone in seconds, his fingers teasing my soaking pussy. “you’re already dripping for me,” he whispered, slipping two fingers inside me. i gasped, arching into his touch as he fucked me with slow, deliberate strokes.

when he finally slid his cock into me, it was like my whole body lit up. he was thick, filling me completely, and every thrust had me crying out, clawing at his back. “you take me so well,” he muttered, his breath hot against my ear.

i could feel myself spiraling, every nerve in my body on fire as he pounded into me, his grip on my hips tight enough to bruise. “don’t stop,” i begged, my nails digging into his skin. “please, don’t stop.”

he reached down, his fingers finding my clit, and it sent me over the edge. my orgasm hit me like a wave, leaving me shaking and gasping as he groaned, spilling deep inside me.

afterward, we just laid there, tangled up in each other, our bodies still buzzing from everything we’d just done. he kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine, and whispered, “this is just the beginning.”

and god, i hope he’s right.

Lucas, a man of control, is drawn to Emma's studio, his nerves exposed. She, a vision of desire, offers a journey into his hidden fantasies. As he surrenders, Emma's touch ignites a thrilling exploration of submission, leaving him craving more.

Lucas stood in the dimly lit hallway, his heart pounding against his rib cage, a stark contrast to the controlled and composed demeanor he usually wore. The message from Emma had intrigued and terrified him in equal measure. He had always been the one calling the shots, his life meticulously planned and executed, but now he was abouting to surrender control, and the thought both excited and terrified him.

He checked the address again, ensuring he wasn't mistaken, and then, with a deep breath, he knocked on the door of the studio. The sound echoed in the quiet corridor, and he immediately regretted the action, wishing he could take it back. But it was too late.

The door swung open, revealing a woman who embodied raw, untamed desire. Emma stood before him, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her piercing emerald eyes. She wore a black silk robe, loosely tied at the waist, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she took in his nervous stance.

"You're late," she purred, her voice like warm honey, dripping with sensuality. "I thought you might not come."

Lucas swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I-I'm sorry. I... couldn't resist."

Emma's smile widened, and she stepped aside, inviting him in. "I'm glad you didn't. Come, let's not waste any more time."

The studio was a spacious loft, its high ceilings and exposed brick walls creating an industrial yet intimate atmosphere. Soft lighting cast shadows in the corners, hinting at secrets waiting to be unveiled. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, stirring primal desires within Lucas.

As he stepped inside, Emma closed the door, the sound echoing in the quiet space. She turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "You've been curious about this world, haven't you, Lucas?"

He nodded, unable to find his voice. His heart raced as he realized this was no ordinary encounter. This was a journey into the depths of his desires, a world he had only dared to explore in his wildest fantasies.

"I know what you crave, Lucas," Emma whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she moved closer. "You want to let go, to surrender control. You've spent your life dominating, but now you yearn to be dominated."

Lucas shivered at her words, his body responding to her every move. "Y-Yes," he stammered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I want to give up control. I want to be yours."

Emma's eyes glinted with satisfaction. "Good. Then we shall begin." She took his hand and led him towards a large, plush sofa. "First, we must establish the rules of our engagement. This is a safe space, Lucas. You can trust me with your deepest desires, and I will guide you through them."

Lucas felt a surge of relief at her words. He had never trusted anyone with his secret longing, and the idea of sharing it with Emma, of being guided by her, was exhilarating.

"I want you to undress," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. "Take off your clothes and fold them neatly. We will leave your inhibitions with your suit."

Lucas's fingers trembled as he began to unbutton his shirt, his movements clumsy with anticipation. He removed his clothing piece by piece, folding each item with care, despite his shaking hands. Soon, he stood naked before Emma, his body exposed and vulnerable.

Emma's gaze traveled the length of his body, taking in every inch of his muscular frame. She smiled, clearly pleased with what she saw. "You're beautiful, Lucas. And you will be mine to do with as I please."

Lucas felt a rush of heat between his legs as her words sank in. He was at her mercy, and the thought sent a thrill coursing through his veins.

Emma retrieved a blindfold from a nearby table and held it up for him to see. "This will help you surrender. You will rely on your other senses, and you will learn to trust me."

Lucas nodded, eager to experience this new level of submission. He allowed Emma to guide him to a chair and gently placed the blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. The silk was soft against his skin, and he felt a wave of anticipation as he realized he was now completely at her mercy.

"I want you to relax, Lucas," Emma whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "Take deep breaths and focus on your body. Feel the air on your skin, the sensations I will soon evoke."

Lucas obeyed, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he tried to calm his racing heart. He felt Emma's hands on his shoulders, her touch light and soothing. She began to massage his tense muscles, her fingers working their way down his back, eliciting a soft moan from his lips.

"That's it, let go," she murmured, her voice a soothing melody. "Feel my touch, let it consume you."

As Emma's hands glided over his body, Lucas felt his worries melt away. He was acutely aware of every sensation—the soft caress of her fingers, the warmth of her breath, the gentle scratch of the silk blindfold. His cock began to stir, hardening with each stroke of her hands.

"You're responding well, Lucas," Emma whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Your body betrays your desire. I can feel your need, your longing to be taken."

Lucas's breath quickened as she spoke. He was desperate to feel her touch on his aching cock, to be penetrated by her, to surrender completely.

Emma's hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against his inner thighs, teasingly close to his throbbing shaft. "I'm going to make you beg, Lucas. I'm going to push you to the edge until you're pleading for release."

Lucas whimpered, his body arching towards her touch. "Please, Emma... I need..."

"Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. "First, I want to taste you. I want to feel your desire on my tongue."

Lucas felt her hands on his hips, guiding him forward. He stumbled slightly, his blindfolded state making him unsure of his movements. Emma gently pushed him down onto the sofa, positioning him on his back.

She straddled his thighs, her wet heat pressing against his cock, but not granting him the penetration he craved. Instead, she leaned forward, her lips finding his, and kissed him deeply. Her tongue danced with his, exploring his mouth with a hunger that mirrored his own.

As they kissed, Emma's hands roamed over his chest, her nails scratching lightly against his sensitive nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. She broke the kiss, leaving him breathless, and began to trail kisses down his neck, her tongue leaving a wet trail on his skin.

"You taste delicious, Lucas," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "But I want more."

Lucas felt her hands on his cock, her fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him slowly. He groaned, his hips thrusting upwards, seeking more of her touch. Emma's strokes became firmer, more insistent, as she pumped his shaft, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head.

"Please, Emma," he begged, his voice raw with need. "I can't take much more."

"Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin as she leaned down to lick the tip of his cock. "I want to feel you explode in my mouth."

Lucas's body tensed as he felt her warm, wet mouth engulf the head of his cock. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive glans, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Her mouth moved in a slow, rhythmic motion, taking him deeper with each stroke.

"Oh God, Emma," he groaned, his hands clenching the sofa cushions as he struggled to maintain control. "I'm close..."

Emma's mouth tightened around his shaft, her tongue working in perfect harmony, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. Lucas's hips bucked uncontrollably as he felt the familiar coil of pleasure in his balls.

"Cum for me, Lucas," Emma whispered, her voice a command he couldn't deny. "Let go and fill my mouth with your essence."

Lucas's body convulsed as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. He cried out, his voice muffled by the blindfold, as his cock erupted, shooting hot jets of cum into Emma's eager mouth. She swallowed eagerly, milking his shaft with her lips and tongue, draining him of every last drop.

As his orgasm subsided, Lucas lay panting, his body trembling from the intensity of the release. Emma's hands stroked his chest gently, soothing him back to reality.

"That was just the beginning, Lucas," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "There's so much more for you to experience. But for now, let's just enjoy this moment of surrender."

Lucas smiled, his heart still racing. He had taken the first step into a world of forbidden pleasures, and he couldn't wait to see what Emma had in store for him next.

As the blindfold was removed, Lucas found himself staring into Emma's eyes, a mixture of desire and satisfaction reflecting back at him. He knew in that moment that his life was about to change, and he was ready to embrace the unknown, to explore the depths of his submission.