An Evening Out...

(this is a revision of a previously published story... I adapted it for someone special)

They were out to dinner at a local restaurant. It seemed as if he knew everyone who worked there, friends from his days in the restaurant biz. After the waiter took their orders, the manager came over and he and John chatted for a while. As they ate, several others came by the table to say ‘hi’ and asked what he’d been up to lately. After a while they were left alone to eat and have their own conversation.

The evening continued pleasantly and they talked late into the night. They could always find things to talk about. They had finished eating long ago and were just lingering over drinks. It looked like the restaurant was about to close. In fact, it was pretty apparent they were among only a few people left in the place.

Suddenly he stood and bent down and whispered into her ear, “I’m going to the men’s room… in a minute or two, follow me.” She was a little surprised at this request… no, not request… it was an order. She was surprised but also very turned on.
He turned and walked away. Never glancing back, he walked into the Men’s Room. She just sat there for a few minutes, heart pounding so hard she was sure someone would hear it. Finally, she rose and walked timidly toward the restrooms. They were in an alcove, nicely hidden from view.

When she got to the Men’s Room door, she hesitated. Was she really going to do this? Was she crazy? This was pretty nasty… was it TOO nasty? No, she was sure nothing was too nasty for him. But, what if they were caught? Ooh, she was so turned on… she was absolutely creaming in her jeans. Just then the door opened a crack and he peeked out and gave her a look as if to say “well? Are you coming or not?”She quickly slipped inside and she noticed in a flash that the place was empty. He roughly pulled her into a stall with him. She kissed him but he had other plans as he reached down and popped her jeans open and yanked them down to her ankles. He spun her around and bent her over as he slid his cock into her extremely wet pussy. She had her hand on the back wall to steady herself as he pounded away. Pulling away, he turned her back to face him and she worked the jeans off of one foot. She was standing on one leg with the other up around his waist. He had a tight grip to that leg as he entered her pussy again. He backed her against the stall wall and banged her up against it over and over. She was pretty sure she heard someone enter and use a urinal… but there was no stopping at this point. Did the visitor linger and listen? Hmmm, that thought popped into her head just as she started to come. As she opened her mouth to scream he clamped his hand over her lips, roughly… just the way she liked it. When her shuddering stopped he spun her around one more time and bending her over he forced his way into her ass and pumped her hard until she was whimpering. He began to shake all over. Finally, he came in a tremendous flood. Hot, wet… filling her up.

He pulled his jeans back into place and kissed her, deep, wet. As she got ready to put herself back together, someone roughly yanked the stall door open. She was horrified… Who Was this? Why was he here? They had been caught!
Shocked and confused, yet…
She was still coherent enough to notice something pass between John and this other man. There was a look. They knew each other. This had been planned. All of a sudden she understood and she was starting to get angry.

John stepped back and the other man grabbed her wrists and pulled her from the stall. He held her around the waist and forced her out of the restroom into the dining room. He had to half carry her as her jeans were still dangling from her ankles. The lights were low and the place was deserted. Well, almost deserted… there were other men there, she wasn’t sure how many, maybe three more. This man put her down onto her feet and shoved her backward. Off balance, she fell into waiting arms… John’s arms. He nuzzled her neck and said into her ear, “This IS going to happen… you know you want it.” As he held her tightly with one arm he took an offered beer from one of his ‘friends’. They shared a sort of beer-bottle-clinking-salute to one another and then the man set his bottle down on the table.

Walking up to her, while still held in John’s arms, this man started kissing her on the mouth as John was kissing and nibbling the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades. The stranger was caressing her breasts and John was squeezing her ass. John reached around with one hand and touched her pussy. Just kind of cupping it with his warm hand. She couldn’t help it, she started to moan.

The stranger was kissing her roughly as someone got his attention and he stepped away only to be replaced by another stranger. This man immediately dropped to his knee and grabbed her thighs and forced them apart. He buried his mouth in her… tongue roughly exploring her. Her knees weakened and John now had to support her completely. He had his right arm around her waist holding her up and took her chin in his left hand and turned her head to the side so they could kiss. God, she loved kissing him. Melting into that kiss, she almost forgot for a moment what was happening below… almost.

The man on the floor was careful to stop what he was doing before she got too close to orgasm. As he stood up from his activity another of the men walked up. He had his beer in his hand and with a chuckle and a mischievous twinkle in his eye; he stuck the neck of the cold beer bottle in her steaming, dripping pussy. She gasped as he pulled it out and took a long satisfying swig from that bottle. Grinning, he stepped around behind her and held her as John moved in front of her where she could see him. While she watched, John started to strip. The man behind her was replaced with another set of arms to hold her… this man was naked. She could feel his hot cock against her ass. But she couldn’t keep her eyes off John who was now, also, naked. Just as she thought she’d get to touch his gorgeous body, John stepped away and she was guided to a man lying naked on the carpet. Was this someone new? She had no idea, she had lost track. He was lying on his back relaxed with his head on his arms and his cock was hard and standing straight up. She was guided onto his cock… as she straddled his body. The man behind her had his hands on her shoulder and moved her against the supine stranger. She wasn’t getting away, as if she wanted to. But another surprise was soon to follow. As she was riding the man she was pushed forward a bit and someone entered her ass. His cock was hard and it was big… she was filled… pussy, ass… completely filled. The only opening left was her mouth. John approached her and offered his cock… teasingly, in front of her face. She wanted it so badly. After tempting and pulling away a few times he let her have it. She sucked on it greedily as she was pounded from behind. At one point the thrusting was so powerful she had to hold onto John’s hips for support. John reached down and cradled her head in his hands, guiding her back and forth on his cock. Before he was able to come, she looked up at him, moved off his cock and begged, “but I want to fuck YOU”.

Someone placed a dining room chair in reach and John sat down. She climbed onto his cock, finally where she really wanted to be. He kissed and sucked her tits as she happily rode him. But of course one of the others came up from behind and squatting on very strong legs entered her ass again. He had to hold the back of the chair for support and the whole assembly was rocking precariously on thin chair legs. The others (she never really knew how many) put their hands on her, touching her all over.
She was kissing John hard with so many touching her as she and John and the stranger came… violently, amazingly the three of them came together…

The New One (part one)

"I think you have a new one"

"A new one?" he asked. "What do you mean, a 'new one'?"

She said, very quietly, "a new playmate… a new… slave."

"hmmm…" he looked her in her eyes, "and how does that make you feel?"

"oh!... Excited! Very, very excited. And Turned on!"

He could see that she meant it. Her eyes were bright with anticipation. "What is it that excites you so?"

She thought for a moment, "the possibilities… you have always created such exciting possibilities. And with another in the mix, well that could only mean more fantasies to explore." Then she said, "do you think we could have a party soon? I've really missed F." And then with a mischievous gleam in her eye she added, "do you think you can handle three of us?"

"Do I think I can HANDLE three of you??" he said, raising his voice a little. "Well, tell me… do YOU think I can handle it?" "And tell me this, do you think you should be punished for such an impertinent question??"

She looked down quickly, "Yes, sir… I guess I should be." She tried to look repentant but couldn't hide the grin forming. "Yes, indeed I should!"

"Well, then tell me what punishment you think would be appropriate."

She looked around sheepishly and said, "oh, I think a spanking would be good… I mean, appropriate."

"NO," he commanded, "No, a spanking would be a reward NOT a punishment. I think…" He walked over to his "closet", "No, I don't think a spanking would be appropriate at all." He came back with a blindfold in his hand.

"No, please," she pleaded, "I really hate being blind-folded…"

"Thus, the punishment!" he grinned as her smile disappeared.

Pyrex® ain't just for baking...

At first, he just gently touched her all over. With the lightest feathery touch, he explored her body from toes to head. Hardly making contact. Maybe he was actually exploring her aura and not really touching her at all. In another situation, it might have tickled... But this was pure sexual stimulation. When he got to her head... he stood at the head of the bed with her lying on her back. He rubbed her shoulders, her neck... Down her chest. Slowly massaging her breasts and down her belly.

As he started to stand back up, he lingered with his face near hers. Her eyes were closed but she could feel him there... could feel his lips just a fraction of an inch from hers. She could feel his breath, his energy. She tingled with it. She reached up with her lips and caught the briefest of kisses before he moved away. God she loved his lips. He knew this and he was such a tease. He bent down again and licked her nipples and gently nibbled them. She reached up and caressed his hair, his face. She HAD to touch him. It's like an addiction, she can never seem to keep her hands off his body. Sometimes he finds the need to tie them, just to make her behave. But he didn't tie her this time, maybe he should have.

He reached down and started to rub her clit... She was drenched. His face was inches from her sex, so intent on the job at hand. Once again, she could feel his breath on her... hot. Her greatest wish at that moment was for him to bend lower and lick her. Instead he rubbed harder and faster and when she was close to climax, he turned away from her. Though this time not to tease, he was digging in his bag for something... one of his infamous toys no doubt. Next thing she knew, he held a small but powerful vibrator to her already tingling clit.
With short staccato movements, he would touch the vibrator to her and pull it away, then back again. Each time, it made her body pulse up and down trying to stay in contact with the thing. Working steadily at this task, his other hand moved in with a glass dildo (one of her favorite toys, by the way). He inserted it into her pussy and thrust in and out.

Although he was quite adept at doing two things at once, she reached down and relieved him of the vibrator. As he continued to thrust in and out, she found just the right spot with the vibrator and held it there. Her arms ached holding it so steady but it was worth it. She exploded in an exhausting climax as he clamped his hand over her mouth. After all, there were people within hearing distance and she tended to make noise when she came.

When he was sure she'd no longer cry out, he removed his hand. She started to hand him the vibrator as he took the dildo and put it in her ass. Spasms arched her back. As she settled back down he reached for the vibrator, but she decided she wasn't finished with it. With the glass toy in her ass and his other hand moving in and out of her dripping pussy, she once again used the vibrator on her clit. It didn't take long for her to come again, writhing around on the bed. He thought he'd have to silence her again by covering her mouth, but she didn't want him to remove either hand from their tasks. She tried very hard to keep her mouth tightly closed and not call out. She was mostly successful though several whimpers and moans did indeed escape.

She settled back down from one of the best climaxes she's ever had. All she wanted now was to snuggle into his arms for a little while, but he didn't stop. Pumping away with the Pyrex, he took the vibrator from her and resumed his earlier torture of touching it to her clit and then pulling away. On, off, on, off... It was maddening. More like agony now than pleasure... luscious agony... She started to ask him to stop, all the while knowing that the words "stop" or "no" held absolutely no meaning for him when he was at work.

As she started to actually beg him to stop, she reached down and grasped the hand that was torturing her with the vibrator. He had to leave the Pyrex where it was now and wrenched her hand away, pinning it to the bed. He was leaning his body against her other arm... She was not going to dissuade him from his project. With a constant stream of "stop,stop, fuck! Stop, please, oh please, stop" her body arched painfully, wonderfully, spasming into another violent climax.

Through gritted teeth, the begging and cussing still flowed. He held her in his strong arms as she came back down, to make sure she didn't fall. Shaking all over, she curled up in a fetal position and practically wept... and literally purred in satisfaction.

a ride in the country

She thought she’d take a chance that he’d be home… that he’d be free. He was always way too busy.

She turned her motorcycle into his driveway. The pretense? He had never seen her bike before. As luck would have it, he was alone. He looked over her bike. It wasn’t a show bike. She liked to RIDE her bike, not rub and polish it. They talked for a while, never at a loss for things to discuss.

He smiled suddenly and said, “Hang on for a minute” and he walked away. Returning a few minutes later… he was putting on a light jacket and carrying a helmet, he also had a small back pack. “Take me for a ride” he said. Well, that’s all he had to say. She climbed on, lifted the side stand and he jumped on the back. It felt great with his arms wrapped around her waist. Turning her head so he could hear her, she asked, “So? Where to?” He thought for a minute, “Take a left up here and follow the road to…”

After riding for a while he directed her to a place out in the country that she’d ridden by many times but never had reason to stop. It looked very private, quite “out of the way”.

He climbed off the bike. She started to shut the engine down but he stopped her. “Just put the stand down”. When she complied, he slipped his hand down and undid her jeans.
She lay back onto the passenger seat… holding on to the “sissy bar”. Pulling her jeans down off her hips he bent over her and began to eat her. The combination of the vibration of the engine and the movement of his tongue… sent her into convulsions almost immediately. She felt like screaming… should she? Here? It was seemingly deserted, but if someone DID hear… they might think the worst. Surely someone was being tortured. But still, it was difficult to stay quiet. No problem, he put one hand over her mouth.

After a few minutes, he offered his hand and she was able to get off the bike. They sat down in the grass. It was sunny and warm, a really beautiful day. They started kissing right away. He laid her back on the ground and stroked her hair, her face… He finished removing her clothes. This felt wild, lying in the warm grass, totally naked. She had never done this before. He started to explore her body as if for the first time. He touched and caressed every inch of her. Light feathery touches that always drive her crazy.
He started kissing her neck all over. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids and her ears. His hot breath on her skin was so delicious.

After being so gentle it was a surprise when he grabbed her wrists and pulled her quickly to her feet. He started to drag her over toward the edge of the woods and when she didn’t move fast enough he turned and threw her over his shoulder and carried her. He set her down on her feet and backed her up against a tree. Pulling her arms behind her and around the tree, he tied them with a rope that must have come from the back pack. Next he tied her ankles with the end of the rope… it was a long rope. Her legs were wide apart and she couldn’t move. And then he blindfolded her… oh how she hates to be blindfolded. But of course, he knows that. He walked off… behind the tree. She could hear him but what was he doing? A little while later he came back with something that he started to drag along her skin. Oh, my… it was what her grandmother would have referred to as a “switch”. Well, she thought, I guess I know where this is going. He started tapping the switch across her thighs, not hard at all… not yet. Tap tapping down her legs to the tops of her feet. Getting harder now he worked his way back up her legs. Slapping with it now… on the tops of her thighs, across her belly… up toward her breasts. There were lines now on her skin and she was whimpering.

The beating got harder and harder until she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore. It hurt! And she knew she was marked. Then suddenly it stopped. All she could think of was how much it stung when… he suddenly took her. Forcing his way into her…. He pounded her against the tree. The bark bit into her back and her ass cheeks. He was roughly biting her neck as he fucked her violently. She started to scream… not from fear or pain, but from ecstasy. There were no people for miles and no one could hear her but he placed his hand over her mouth anyway… because he knows she likes it.

And as brutal as this episode was… it was All because she likes it… so much!

Hey, I warned you!

This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:
ass (4x)
sex (3x)
pussy (2x)
pain (1x)

Head over Heels!

“So, what ARE those things?”
He looked at her with those luscious eyes, batting his lashes in that ‘I’m so innocent’ manner. “These?” “These are the latest thing… Gravity Inversion Boots” he said.
“And what do you do with Gravity Inversion Boots” she asked. Actually, she knew what they were and she knew what they’re used for… but she wondered what HE had in mind for them. She could only imagine.
“Why… for hanging upside down, of course.” “You know… it’s therapeutic…” he told her.
“OH! You bought them to help your back.” She said, with some skepticism.
“Uh, No, actually I bought them for you.”
“But I’m not having back problems. In fact, my back has never felt better” she assured him.

As he steered her into the room, he said, “Well, we want to keep it that way don’t we?” He led her to a sort of… bench. It was tall for a bench and it was padded. It looked very sturdy and her stomach gave a bit of a flutter. He started to remove her clothing. Slowly, he began unbuttoning her blouse as he gently kissed her neck… her ear… her face. As he slid the sleeves off her arms, he kissed her shoulder and slowly moved down to her breasts. He caressed her for few moments with his lips then went back to the job of undressing her. He slid her jeans off her hips and held her steady as she stepped out of them. Circling her waist with his arms, he held her close and kissed her a few minutes more… then he picked her up and laid her onto the bench. She loved how strong he is. On her back now, she looked up and noticed that there were chains hanging from the ceiling. Those flutters in her stomach now became tremors. She has always trusted him completely… but she was pretty nervous. This was completely new.

He put the boots on her ankles… making sure they were nice and tight and then he hooked them to the chains.
As he started to haul her up… up toward the ceiling… her butt lifting off the bench, she starts to murmur. “Are you really sure about this?” “Are you sure those chains will hold?” “What if…?”
“Am I going to have to gag you?” he said impatiently.
“No, no… please don’t do that. I’ll be good.”
“Then don’t question me! Have I ever disappointed you?”
“No Sir! Never!” She hurriedly said.

Actually, she was looking forward to being suspended. She had always wanted to try it. But just as her ass left the bench, he stopped. He cuffed her wrists and fastened them to the legs of the bench. So, here she was… on her back, legs in the air and arms securely shackled below her…. She wasn’t going anywhere.
He kissed her lips, his tongue entering her mouth… it was so delicious. Pulling away, he produced a riding crop and started to rake it across her body… slowly, gently… teasing. She knew that wouldn’t last. She was getting so turned on just as he slammed the crop across her bare ass. She lurched intensely, trying to get away. There wasn’t much room for her to move… but she strained hard against her bonds. Again with the crop… over and over he smacked it against her as he changed his trajectory ever so slightly. Fine red lines were appearing on her skin. It stung excruciatingly yet she was more turned on than she’s ever been.
She was starting to whimper and she wondered how much more she could take. But he knew… he always knew. She started to beg him, “Please, Boss…. Please stop… I can’t… I want… “
“Who gives a rat’s ass WHAT you want?” He roughly yanked her hair backward and bit her on her neck… just hard enough to make her very, very wet. He ran his tongue up her neck to her ear and whispered, “I’ll stop when I’m ready to stop” he said. He whacked her two, three more times then reached down and unhooked the shackles letting her arms go free. He hauled her up higher. Pulling on the chains, he lifted her completely off the bench and pulled it out of the way. Now she was totally suspended… upside down.

Her only real view was of his feet and legs, but her hands were free and she could touch him. Thank goodness! She hates not being able to touch him… even if it’s just to hold on to his pant leg, she felt so much happier.
She had no view at all of what he was doing; she couldn’t see the “Magic Wand” vibrator he had just plugged in. He placed it between her legs and switched it to high. Holy Smokes! What a feeling!
Maybe it was the blood rushing to her head… maybe it was being suspended with her legs wide apart. Whatever it was, she felt completely out of control. He has tied her down in the past. But this was truly amazing.

He found the perfect spot and put some pressure on the vibrator. Her body started to shake. As she started losing control she began to scream… he reached down and clamped his hand across her mouth.
That’s all it took… she came in wild, violent spasms. Never had she climaxed like this! It was the most intense and wonderful thing she had ever felt.
How does he do that??
How does he always make it bigger… better… perfect?
Completely exhausted, she was totally unable to help him as he lowered her back to the bench. He removed the boots… those wonderful boots. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her off to bed where he held her warm and safe. She was completely wasted and so very content. And her back felt really good too!