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Citation (Fdom/M, bd)
by Anonymous c 1995
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"Damn!" The patrol car's blue and red flashers loomed
large in my rear-view mirror: I had been caught. I
pulled into the parking lot of a large mall simply
because traffic on the street was too heavy. I held on
to a faint hope that the patrol car would keep going,
but no luck; it pulled in right behind me. For the
first time I got a good look at the officer behind the
wheel. Auburn hair and hazel eyes-the kind that could
melt ice cubes and start fires!
"If I have to get a ticket at least it will come from a
good looking lady," I muttered out loud.
When she stepped from the patrol car I received a
double surprise: not only did she have a stunning
looking face, but she filled her uniform magnificently!
She was very shapely and looked like she could handle
herself in any situation from a street brawl to the
bedroom. Looking at her walk as she approached my car,
I felt that familiar warmth and stir-ring in the most
private parts of my body.
"What the hell, John" I said to myself, "Let's have a
little fun." As she approached I noticed the absence of
a wedding ring, something I al-ways look for on good-
looking women. Not that a wedding ring really mades a
difference-just a different approach required, that's
all! I rolled down my window and waited.
She stood cautiously about three feet from my door. I
put both hands on the steering wheel to let her know I
meant no harm, and I looked up into those deep, hazel
eyes with a big grin on my face...
"I hope you realize," I said good-naturedly, "this has
completely destroyed any possibility of a meaningful
relationship between us."
Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, radiating a
twinkle that promised a great sense of humor. A wide
smile came shortly after, and she hid it with her hand.
"Excuse me," she said in a silky voice that failed to
hide her amusement. "I'll be right back. Please stay
where you are." She returned to her patrol car and got
in. I could see her laughing in my rearview mirror,
aided by the lights in her car and the lights in the
parking lot. Officer K. Edwards had a sense of humor
all right; and I was determined to test it to the
limit!
While she sat in the patrol car, I unzipped my slacks
and fished out my semi hard cock. The mere sight of the
way she filled her uniform made me tingle all over! A
few sensual strokes and my cock stood up in my lap like
a submarine's periscope looking for something to
torpedo. A quick check of the rearview showed me she
was returning, her countenance com-posed and meaning
business.
"May I have your driver's license, registra... Oh
Shit!" She had seen the periscope. I no longer saw
humor in those gorgeous eyes-had I carried my little
joke too far?
"Sir," she said in a controlled and level tone of
voice, "please put your penis back in your pants and
step out of the car." Her right hand rested on the butt
of the gun at her side.
"I'm sorry, Officer Edwards, I..." "Do it now." She cut
me off sternly, her hand tightening on the gun. I knew
she meant business. I was sorry I had gone as far as I
did and was more than a little embarrassed and
frightened. I stuffed my cock back in my pants as best
I could while she watched, and then got out of the car.
"Face the car, put your feet apart, lean against the
car with your hands on the roof." "Oh, come on,
officer. I was only..." "Please DO IT, sir."
I was really scared now, and the fear only made my now
aching cock even harder. I assumed the position she
requested, my heart thudding in my chest, pumping even
more blood into my already stiff shaft. She pulled my
feet further away from my car with her own, forcing my
weight onto my hands and setting me off balance.
Beginning at my ankles she frisked me, moving slowly
upward, first on the outside, then the inside of my
legs. When she reached my crotch, she pushed gently
upward on my testicles, then moved her hand firmly
along the length of my now throbbing cock. I felt a
bead of warm liquid ooze from the tip.
"I suppose you think this is funny." She seemed just a
little out of breath, but her voice still had that
silky, sensual tone laced with authority. "N-no,
officer." I was really frightened now. "I can't help
it-something about you really turns me on." Her hand
left the bulge of my crotch and continued expertly
exploring the upper regions of my body. "Put your left
hand behind you back, please." Her manner was
professional and all business. I felt the cold chrome
steel of the handcuff close around my wrist. "Now your
right hand, please." She finished cuffing me, turned me
around and leaned me against the car.
"Aw, c'mon officer, you're not really going to..."
"Shut up or I'll gag you too!" Her voice was even and
low. It had lost that sensual silkiness. She meant what
she said! "You are under arrest. You have the right to
remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law."
I couldn't believe I had been so stupid, exposing
myself to a cop. She finished Mirandizing me and locked
up my car. "I'm taking you to the station for booking.
The charge is indecent exposure." She led me to the
patrol car, opened the rear door, and helped me in.
SHIT! Nine o'clock at night and I'm on my way to jail
for flashing my cock at a cop!!
She glanced back at me in the rear view mirror from
time to time. I couldn't swear to it, but I thought I
saw that sparkle in her eyes again-like a predator cat
toying with its victim just before the kill. "Look on
the bright side" she said, that silkiness back in her
voice, "I'm not going to give you a ticket." "I don't
suppose you'd be willing to forget about my, shall we
say, stupidity back there, would you?" "Not a chance!
You're going to pay for this one, mister." "John," I
informed her in a withering voice. "Listen, I didn't
mean any disrespect, Officer Edwards.... may I ask you
your first name?"
"Sure" she said evenly, "you can ask."
"What is your first name officer?"
"Patrolwoman Edwards, badge 6973" she said. "Now button
it up creep, we're almost there." This is it, I
thought. My life ruined and all because I had to have a
little fun....shit shit shit...
She pulled the patrol car into the driveway of what
looked like a deserted building across the street from
the police station. "Hey" I said, "isn't that the
police station across the street?" "That's the new
station, this is the old station. We use the old
station as a holding area. You're not getting booked
until morning. Give you a chance to cool off." "But
Officer...." "I told you to button it! One more word
and you get a gag...I mean it!" She pulled to a stop at
the rear of the building and helped me out. I thought
it rather strange there were no lights in the parking
lot, and none on in the building. She led me in to the
building, her flashlight leading the way.
"Hey, wait a second! Where are you...?"
"Shut up! She said, and took us to the basement and a
long row of deserted cells. She stopped in front of one
of the cells and removed the handcuffs. I turned around
to see the barrel of her revolver aimed at the center
of my chest.
"Now back up, slowly, into the cell." The gun barrel
didn't waiver an inch. I backed in slowly.
"Strip."
"What?" I couldn't believe what I'd heard. "I'm not
stripping for you or anyone else. I want to make a
phone call." She cocked the revolver and aimed it
lower. "Strip or I'll give you a .38 caliber vasectomy,
you son-of-a-bitch." I hurriedly stripped down to my
undershorts and socks and stood there like an
adolescent at his first dance. My hardon had long since
vanished. All I felt now was a slight nausea and
weakness in my knees.
"Take it all off" she said evenly. I did as she
commanded, first the socks and then, hesitantly, the
underwear. I cupped my hands in front of my private
parts. "A little shy?" she asked, smiling. "You were
anxious enough to show it to me a little while ago."
"Look Patrolwoman Edwards" I said weakly, "that was a
mistake and I'm sorry." "The name's Kate" she said with
her silky voice. "Now lie down on your back." Her
revolver was still aimed at my shriveled privates as
she indicated the cell's bunk with her other hand. I
stretched out on the bunk. "Here," she said tossing the
handcuffs at me, "put the chain through the bars on the
bunk and cuff both hands." When I had done that, she
produced a pair of plastic strip ties and bound my
feet. There I was, lying naked and spread-eagled before
this stunning cop. My heart was pounding!
She came to the side of the bunk and sat down next to
me. She put the barrel of her revolver under my limp
cock and lifted it. The coldness of the steel sent
shivers through my body. "Pathetic looking little
thing" she said, laughing. "What's the matter, stud,
can't get it up?"
I moaned in embarrassment. She got up and hung the
heavy wool blanket from the other bunk across the cell
window, then lit a large candle that had been in the
sink. A warm glow of light and eerie shadows filled the
cell. She stood in the center of the cell, put her gun
in its holster, removed the belt, and tossed it on the
empty bunk. Slowly, she reached behind her head and did
something with her hair. It fell across her shoulders,
flashing like deep burning embers in the candlelight.
"I'll make you a deal," she said, standing with her
legs slightly apart, hands on her hips. "If I'm happy
with you in the morning, you go free. If not, you go to
jail."
My mouth fell open in astonishment and I could feel the
hydraulic sys-tem in my loins begin to pump blood into
my limp meat. "Huh?" was all I could manage.
"Either that," she purred with that silky voice, "or I
take you across the street and book you right now.
What'll it be? A night of pleasure, or a police
record?"
"What do I have to do to make you happy?"
"It's really very simple. Until six tomorrow morning,
you are going to be my slave. If you do everything,
EVERYTHING I tell you to do, and don't complain about
anything...I'll be happy and you'll be free. Fail to
comply just once, or complain the slightest bit... and
I book you as a pervert. Deal?"
"I-I'll give it a try, Kate. May I call you Kate?"
"You may. Now for the rules. You may make any sounds of
passion you wish and as loud as you wish. No one will
hear us. You may not touch me unless I give you my
permission. I will do with you whatever I please and
you will not complain. That's all there is to it."
"O-okay" I said timidly, "I'll try."
She unbuttoned the blouse of her uniform and removed
it. Her ample breasts, trapped by her bra, swelled in
the middle like two gently rolling hills. She reached
behind her and set them free, tossing her bra on the
empty bunk with her blouse. Those lovely mounds bounced
down, happy to be set free. She cupped them, lifting
them slightly and looking from them to me. "Do you like
my breasts, slave?" Frantically trying to remember the
rules she had outlined, I replied, "Yes, Kate, they're
magnificent." I certainly didn't have to make that
up... they were truly amazing!
She approached me slowly, still cupping those beautiful
globes. When she was right next to me, she leaned over
and put one of her erect nipples about a half-inch from
my lips. My cock had come fully awake now and was
standing at attention. I wanted to take that succulent
nipple in my mouth, taste its sweetness and nibble on
it... ooooohh my cock was beginning to pulsate! "May I
take your nipple in my mouth, Kate?"
"NO!" she said, a huskiness in her silky voice, her
breathing deeper and a little faster. She closed the
distance between her nipple and my lips, pushing it
lightly against my mouth. My loins were screaming at my
lips and teeth to open up and take that hard little bud
inside. My mind kept my mouth tightly shut. After what
seemed like centuries, she stood up.
"You've passed my little test, slave. Do you want to
suck on my nipple?"
"Oh yes, Kate, please, I beg you, put your nipple in my
mouth." At that moment I wasn't acting or playing a
slave game. My entire being ached to taste her!
"Very well" she purred seductively, "you're a good
slave and deserve a reward. The better you are, the
more rewards you shall receive." She leaned over me
again. I parted my hungry lips and raised my head to
meet her descending nipple. She held it just out of
reach. I couldn't help myself. A little boy's
whimpering sounds escaped my throat in anticipation.
"Please, oh please, Kate" I whimpered, "I'll do
anything you say, ANYTHING, just let me taste your
nipple."
"I know you will, darling," she whispered, "I know you
will." She lowered her hard nipple to my parted lips. I
closed them around it and slowly traced a path around
its base with my tongue. Her eyes closed and a soft
moan came out of her. She pushed harder with her breast
and I opened my mouth wider to take all she wanted to
give. "Yessss slave! Suck my breast!" Her breathing was
heavier now. I captured her nipple in my teeth and
began nibbling from the base, working my way to the
tip, then flicked, licked and sucked, then began
nibbling again. Her moaning be-came louder and more
yearning. Without warning she stood up, pulling her
breast from my mouth with a wet popping sound. I
groaned in frustration and disappointment.
"Something wrong, slave?" Her eyes flashed
mischievously at mine, the sparkle had returned. "Do
you want to suck on my nipple some more?" she asked
teasingly. "You aren't complaining, are you?"
"No, mistress Kate, I'm not complaining. It's just that
your nipples are so sweet and firm. I could nibble and
suck on them for hours." "Perhaps later" she said,
moving back to the center of the cell. "Right now I
want you to see the rest of what you may or may not get
to experience tonight."
She kicked her shoes off and flipped them onto the
other bunk. Slowly, she unfastened the waistband of her
slacks and lowered the zipper. My pulse quickened and
my rigid cock began waving wildly in the air, its
spasms completely beyond my control. My eyes were
riveted on the juncture of her thighs as she continued
to lower the zipper with one hand, the other holding
the waistband together. As the zipper reached its
lowest point, she turned her back to me. To say she was
a master tease would be an understatement! I had no
doubt she was serious when she told me I may or may not
get to partake of her luscious charms. It became my
fervent hope that she would be a compassionate mistress
and allow me to become lost in ecstasy within the
wondrous curves of her body.
She lowered her slacks from her waist to the top of her
hips, looked back over her shoulder at me, blew me a
sensuous kiss, then threw her head back and laughed
teasingly. She began undulating her hips in a slow,
circular motion. With each rotation she pushed the
slacks lower and lower. After what seemed an eternity,
I could see the lacy waistband of her panties, black
against the creamy smooth flesh of her lower back. She
wasn't wearing pantyhose. Still lower the slacks went,
driving me crazy with desire, until her entire buttocks
were exposed, sheathed in filmy, black lace bikini
panties. Her ass cheeks rotated against one another
beneath the lace of her panties as she continued to
undulate her hips. It was almost more than I could
bear. I wanted to scream out, "Fuck me, Kate! Oh,
please, slide your hot pussy down over my cock! I want
to be inside you!" But I dared not for fear that it
would land me across the street in a real cell! So I
simply lay there, watching, my heart pounding in my
chest, my cock throbbing mercilessly.
She stopped undulating her hips and simply let her
slacks fall down around her ankles. Her bare legs were
smooth and shapely and held promises of wondrous
delights. Slowly, she bent over at the waist without
bending her knees. As she bent, the fabric of her
panties tightened across her cheeks and the juncture
between. Covered only by a thin strip of lace, her
hidden pussy raised my blood to the boiling point. As
she lifted first one leg, then the other to step out of
her slacks, her pussy also shifted, first to one side,
then the other. She was watching me now from between
her legs, her upside-down smile seeming somehow angelic
and demonic at the same time.
She raised her hand between her legs and began moving
her middle finger up and down the lace that covered her
charms. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. I could
barely hear it over the whimpering sounds I was making.
She moved the lace aside, exposing the deliriously
luscious lips of her moist pussy. As I watched,
hypnotized, her finger slowly vanished between those
lips.
"Oh God! Kate" I moaned, "you're driving me..." I
became silent, remembering the "no complaint" rule.
She stopped, her finger buried deep in her pussy. Her
eyes opened wide, staring at me upside down from
between her long, shapely legs. "You may continue,
slave. Don't be afraid," she purred.
"...CRAZY!" I shouted in pure animal lust. She jumped
slightly at my shout, but kept her finger buried deep
within her. I had never wanted a woman as badly as I
wanted her at that moment.
"Oh God, please mistress..." Tears of frustration were
streaming down my face, my body arched off the bed, my
hips thrust into the air. "Let me ram my cock deep
inside your pussy! GOD! IT HURTS... I FEEL LIKE I'M
GOING TO BURST...I WANT YOU SO BADLY!" I was squirming
all over the bunk, breathing heavily and moaning
loudly.
"It hurts?" She asked, her finger now moving slowly in
and out of her wet pussy, making me delirious with
lust. "Is that a complaint, slave?" "N-no, no
mistress!" I replied quickly with gasping breath. "It's
a good hurt! A wonderful hurt!" "That's better," she
purred, slowly re-moving her finger from her pussy. She
stood up straight, turned sensually and came toward me,
her pubic mound pushing at the lace, undulating,
teasing.
She sat on the bunk next to me. "We'll have to do
something about that hurt," she said. She took my
throbbing, pulsating, aching cock in her hand and
closed her fingers loosely around it. Then she ran the
finger that had been buried deep in her wet pussy under
my nose. As she did this, she squeezed my cock with her
other hand. The sweet smell of her juices invaded my
brain, short-circuiting millions of neuro-switches.
Her scent and the squeezing pressure of her hand on my
cock was too much! My balls tightened involuntarily and
a stream of hot, creamy cum erupted from the head of my
cock and flowed over her hand. I tried to pump against
her hand with my hips to release more of my pent-up
fluid, but she released her grip on my hot cock
immediately. It jerked a few times on its own, pumping
liquid from the tip with each spasm. I could feel it
hot against my skin as it worked its way down my shaft
toward my balls. I wanted to scream in frustration,
wanted to rape this hot cop bitch who held me captive,
wanted to stab her to death with my hot throbbing cock!
All I did was whimper "Oh God, Kate...Oh God...Oh my
God..."
"Does it feel better now?" she asked and laughed a
deep, animal laugh. She slowly licked my cum from her
hand. "You taste delicious, slave" she purred. "I'll
have to have more...but later." Then she bent down,
lowering her lips to mine, her tongue exploring the
inside of my mouth. I could taste my own salty juices
in her mouth and could smell the musky scent of my cum
on her breath. My mind began to slip. I was driven
slowly to the brink of sexual insanity by this
taunting, teasing police officer!
She broke the kiss long before I wanted her to. I
closed my eyes and savored the kiss, committing it to
memory forever. Opening my eyes again, I looked down my
body and saw her face in the vicinity of my still hard
cock.
"Oh, look," she whispered sensually, "You've spilled
some of your sweet cum." I could feel her hot breath on
my cock and balls as she spoke. "Would my slave like me
to clean him up?" she asked teasingly. "Y-yesssss,
please do." There was an aching, genuinely urgent tone
in my voice. "Do you think you deserve to be cleaned?
Do you think you've been a good slave, darling John?"
Her voice was teasing, taunting, driving me wild with
desire and a deep, yawning urge to bury my hot cock
into any opening she might offer.
"I've tried to be good, Mistress." I said timidly, not
looking at her. As much as I tried to hold on to my
masculinity, I failed. I really had become this
incredibly sexy vixen's slave! At that moment I knew I
would do anything she asked. I'd do it gladly if it
provided opportunities to sample her charms. Every
nerve ending in my body was on a razor's edge. Her
slightest touch, anywhere on my body, sent waves of
tingles and gooseflesh racing throughout my entire body
and soul.
"Look at me, slave," she commanded.
I looked into her sparkling hazel eyes and became lost
in a place never wanted to escape from. I felt as if I
were falling into two transparent pools of hazel
colored liquid. If she didn't speak soon, I would
drown. At the last possible second her voice pulled me
out of her liquid eyes, saving me from being trapped
there for eternity.
"Yes," she said slowly, "you have been a good slave, an
obedient and tasty slave. You have earned another
reward. I will let it be one of your own choosing. How
would you like to be cleaned up slave?"
My mind raced with the possibilities. I wanted my cock
deep in her inviting pussy. I also wanted to feel it
slide deep into her mouth. I wanted to stuff its
entire, throbbing length into her ass, too. And of
course between those mouthwatering tits! I was so
consumed with desire for this creature, I couldn't
speak.
"Quickly, slave" she purred, "what part of your
Mistress do you want me to clean your beautiful cock
and balls with?"
"It's not a slave's place to choose, Mistress." It was
as if someone else had spoken with my voice. I'd been
given the chance to let my cock explore any part of
this luscious body I desired and I actually said it
wasn't my place to choose!
"Ahhh, my sweet, sexy John slave." She was using that
silky voice of hers. "You are indeed the perfect slave.
You pass each test I give you." With that she lowered
her head and cleaned the cum from my cock and balls
with her luxuriously thick auburn hair. She wrapped my
rigid cock in it and slowly moved it from the base of
my shaft to the tip of its head. It was like pushing my
cock through a silken tube. The sensation was so
intense that I nearly came again. I gasped from the
pure pleasure of it. I had never imagined, in my
wildest fantasies, that a woman's hair could feel so
good! When she finally finished cleaning me and lifted
her head, I could see streaks of her hair stuck wetly
together with my creamy cum.
"We're going to have some fun now, slave." She left the
bunk and bent over a carry bag she had brought with
her. Again she bent at the waist, knees straight,
giving me a direct view of her glorious pussy trapped
beneath her lacy panties. She took her time rummaging
through the bag, all the while shifting her weight from
one leg to the other.
The movement beneath her panties was driving me even
deeper into the depths of sexual desire-and she knew
it!
At long last she stood up and turned to face me. In one
hand she held a small, penis-shaped vibrator, and in
the other was a string of ten wooden beads, each a
quarter of an inch in diameter and spaced two inches
apart on the string. I had heard stories of the beads
and how they were used, but I had never experienced it.
My blood raced at the thought. She approached slowly,
her hips undulating, her weapons in her hands, a wide
smile on her face. She laid her weapons at the foot of
the bed between my legs. Then she removed the pillow
from beneath my head.
"Lift your ass," she commanded.
I obeyed. She doubled the pillow and placed it beneath
my ass. "Relax," she said. I tried.
She retrieved her weapons and positioned herself
between my legs, then switched on the vibrator and put
its tip at the base of my scrotum and moved it slowly
upward. The sensations made my cock jump and wobble
uncontrollably. After a few minutes she moved it to the
base of my cock and held it there. She lowered her head
then, and I could feel her warm, wet tongue licking my
ass and poking at my hole. Moaning sounds were coming
from deep within her as she continued to lubricate my
asshole with her warm saliva.
I jerked my hips upward and tightened my ass muscles
when she attempted to insert the first wooden bead. She
raised her head and stared at me with those bewitching
eyes. "Relax, John," she commanded softly,
compassionately, and sensually. "Your Mistress wants
you to feel pleasure, not pain." "Oh God." was all I
could manage to moan.
She lowered her head again. I loosened my muscles as
best I could and felt the first of ten beads being
pushed gently into my ass by this wildly erotic animal
that held me captive. "Oooooooh GOD!" I moaned, and
with each of the ten beads she inserted, I repeated
that exclamation.
"How do you feel?" she asked when she had completed her
task. "Full" I said, "it feels so, so strange." I was
breathing heavily. "Don't worry, John. Just relax your
muscles, you'll enjoy it so much more." With all the
effort I could manage, I concentrated on relaxing. As I
became more and more relaxed, that strange feeling left
me and I felt less full. The sensation actually became
pleasant. "Yes, John. That's much better," she purred
soothingly.
She put the buzzing vibrator back on my scrotum and
rotated it in tiny circles. Her other hand grasped my
throbbing shaft and held it steady. Then she lowered
her head and probed the tiny opening in the head of my
cock with her hot tongue. Indescribable sensations shot
down the length of my tortured cock and raced through
my body like an avalanche!
"I'm going to make you cum in my mouth." She said,
moving her head away from my eager cock. "But I promise
you one thing, you'll experience ecstasy you never
thought possible before you do!"
I had already experienced ecstasy of the magnitude she
described and she hadn't really done anything to me,
yet. All of her, her body, her eyes, her voice, her
taunting and teasing were driving me insane with
passion. I wanted to deposit a hot load of liquid deep
within her luscious body, and I didn't care where!
My hips jerked spasmodically when I felt the hot
wetness of her mouth close around the head of my cock.
She was still working the vibrator in tight circles on
my scrotum, her other hand rhythmically squeezing my
shaft. Her tongue began moving back and forth across
the opening in my cock, slowly at first, then faster
and faster. In a desperate effort to get more of myself
inside her, I pushed upward. She immediately stopped
all activity and sat upright, staring at me with her
hypnotic eyes. My steel hard cock was left bobbing in
the air like a drunken sailor, the skin on its head
hot, purple and tight in anticipation.
"Oooooh GOD! Kate, Mistress...please, don't torture me
this way. I don't know how much longer I can stand it!"
My head tossed from side to side as I spoke. The
pressure of the hot fluids trapped inside my body was
becoming painful. I felt if I didn't cum soon I would
explode, flooding the insides of my own body with
juices.
"Don't?" She asked with authority. "Did my slave
actually say DON'T to me?" She laughed a wicked little
laugh, "Dear slave, you don't understand, do you? You
are my slave, I am your Mistress. I will decide what I
will and will not do, not you. Your only purpose for
existing tonight is to make me happy. Do you
understand?"
"Y-yes, Kate." I said sheepishly, "I will do as you
say, it's just that you're driving me crazy... I can't
help it, I just want to feel all of me deep inside
you."
"Let me hear you beg for it slave." She said
tauntingly, eyes flashing.
Then she licked the underside of my throbbing shaft
from base to tip. "OH GOD!" I moaned, my body jerking
in response to her tongue. "You are the perfect
Mistress." I was gasping for breath, barely getting the
words out. "You are fair in your punishment and
compassionate in your judgment. Please, Mistress, I beg
of you, have compassion for this unworthy servant.... I
exist only to give you pleasure.... ummmmm please,
allow my fevered and eager cock to explore the depths
of your throat ... Oh God, Kate, allow this pitiful
slave to provide you with a warm drink of sweet juices
to soothe your burning throat.... please, Kate, I only
want to please you..."
"Oooooh slave!" She purred, her eyes softening with
compassion and just a hint of eagerness. "You have
begged so eloquently, how can I possibly refuse?
Besides, I am anxious to taste your cum again. I have
decided to grant your request." She put the vibrator
back on my scrotum and quickly slid her hot mouth down
the full length of my tormented cock, enclosing it in a
moist, velvety sheath that clung to the contours of my
shaft and head like a glove. "Aaaaagggghhhh!" I moaned
as the head of my pulsing tube came to rest at the back
of her throat, her soft lips applying scintillating
pressure on the base of my shaft, her silken tongue
moving back and forth on the underside of my cock. Her
tongue was picking up and transmitting the tingling
vibration from the machine pressing against my balls.
"OH MY GOD! I-I CAN'T STAND IT ... IT FEELS SOOOOO
WONDERFUL!" I was moaning and whimpering now, buried to
the hilt in her tight throat. I thought I was going to
die!
She began a slow; steady up and down movement with her
head, animal sounds of her own mingling with mine. My
burning cock slid out to the head then back into that
tight sheath to the base of her throat. Faster and
faster she moved my head tossing from side to side eyes
squeezed tightly shut sparks of sexual fire exploding
in my brain and showering my entire body with hot pin
pricks of sensual sensation her head continued moving
up and down... The pleasure she and the vibrator were
giving went far past the concept of "normal"! So
intense was the pleasure, it bordered on the threshold
of pain. The mechanism in my body that triggers orgasm
was frozen solid. I was lost in a galaxy of pleasure
and pain, and without orgasm there could be no way out!
I could not be sure how long she kept it up. But, if
she kept doing what she was doing I knew the
exhilarating intensity of sensation would never let me
cum. She must have read my mind or my cock or both
because she slowed her pace and began working her magic
mouth on the head only, her free hand gripping my shaft
and jacking me off in perfect time with her mouth. As
suddenly as she had shifted technique, a whole
different wave of sensations rolled in and crashed over
my tingling body. The first warnings of a 10.2
earthquake began rocking my body, its epicenter at my
throbbing cock. The major quake shot throughout my
body. Stream after stream of hot cum rocketed into her
hungry mouth.
"OOOOOOH SHIIIIIT!" I screamed, thrusting my hips off
the pillow. She took all of the first load, moaning and
making animal sounds, then she grabbed the string
sticking out of my ass and pulled the first wooden bead
across my prostate. "OH! OH! OOOOOH MY GOD!" I was
screaming in surprise as an aftershock coursed through
my cock, producing a second orgasm and a second flood
of hot liquid. Kate captured it in her mouth and gulped
it down. Another pull on the string, another
aftershock, another orgasm, more cum than I ever
thought I was capable of producing. My eyes were wide
open, not seeing.... my body arched off the pillow....
frozen like a statue.... my mouth wide and working....
no sound coming out.... Still another bead exploded my
insides with sensation, draining me of fluid and still
her mouth worked feverishly on my erupting cock,
sucking out the creamy liquid, tongue swirling, urging
me to produce more!
I came eleven times in the space of two minutes. It
seemed like an eternity, each bead working its magic on
my prostate, each pass producing an intense, cum
gushing orgasm! After the last orgasm my body remained
frozen in that arched position, the head of my drained
cock still trapped in her mouth, still pulsating with
frequent, nonorgasmic after-shocks. She slowly inserted
the vibrator in my ass, and my entire body began to
shudder and collapsed on the bed, quivering and shaking
out of control. I was gasping for breath, trying to
gain control of my body. Oh fuck it! I thought and gave
myself to the sensations controlling me.
"Oooooh slave! You have given me a wonderful treat....
my thirst is quenched! But my pussy and my ass need a
drink, too!"
"Noooooo.... " I protested weakly. My mind was telling
me my body was exhausted, drained, used up.
"Yessss," she purred, "but not until you've rested."
She took a washcloth from her bag and held it under
cold water from the sink. She wrung it out and, lifting
my limp cock delicately with her fingers, placed the
cool, damp cloth on my feverish balls. Then she
released my cock and pulled the remainder of the cloth
over it. "Aaaaahhh," I sighed, my breathing beginning
to return to normal. "That feels wonderful."
She reached back into her bag of goodies and pulled out
a banana. Sitting beside me on the bunk, she peeled it
slowly. Everything she did had an air of sensuality.
She tossed the peel in the corner and held the fruit up
delicately in front of my face. "We must have
nourishment," she said, and moved the end of the banana
toward her parted lips. She licked it from midway to
the tip and let the end slip slowly into her mouth. In
the deepest, most remote places of my being, I felt a
weak sexual stir-ring begin again.
"Ummmmm." She sighed, biting off the tip of the
fruit. I watched in fascination as she chewed and then
swallowed it. "It's good slave, but not as delicious as
you!" She laid the banana on my chest and took her
panties off, teasingly, sensually. The sight of her
full, beautiful bush made my heart skip a beat. I
couldn't take my eyes away from it."You like my pussy
slave?" She asked tauntingly. She spread her pink
inviting clit, which lay nestled in her flesh like a
precious cultured pearl. Further down the entrance to
paradise lay invitingly open. "Would you like to fuck
me slave?" Her eyes were sparkling again and she began
slowly rotating her hips, teasing me with her waiting
pink flesh. "Would you like to put your cock deep in my
hot, wet pussy, slave?"
"OH GOD YES!" My eyes were wide, my throat dry, the
sexual stirring I felt moments before becoming a
tornado of destructive passion and yearning. I felt my
balls moving inside my sack and my limp meat was
beginning to stiffen again.
"Perhaps ...perhaps not!" She laughed deep in her
throat, fanning the fires she had started deep within
me. She turned the banana around and placed the
unbitten end against the entrance to paradise. Leaning
back slightly, she pushed the fruit slowly into her
pussy. I watched in a hypnotic trance as the fruit slid
inch by agonizing inch into her moist opening. After
pushing it almost all the way in, she withdrew it, then
pushed it in again, then withdrew it all the way.
She brought the fruit toward my face, her woman scent
mixed with the smell of the banana making my mouth
water. I opened my mouth wide in anticipation of this
delightful treat. She did not disappoint me. I took a
big bite, savoring the mixed flavors. She fed me the
rest of the most delicious fruit I'd ever tasted. I
knew deep inside I'd never be able to look at a banana
again without reliving these moments!
She returned to her goodie bag again, and took out a
can of whipped cream. Shaking the can, she spread her
legs once again and sprayed her entire bush with the
fluffy white topping. "Time for dessert." She put one
knee on each side of my head, her cream soaked pussy
hovering above my mouth.
"Bon appetite," she said, and lowered that savory
treat to my mouth.
I did not have to be told what to do next! Starting at
the entrance to paradise, I licked the cream from her
treasures. She rocked her hips back and forth to help
me, breathing heavily, moaning and sighing. I licked
and slurped and sucked the delicious stuff from between
her pussy lips, from the sides of her legs and her
bush. Another food I would never look at in quite the
same way again! As the sweet treat vanished, I
concentrated my efforts on her clit. She pressed harder
against my mouth, rocking faster and moaning louder.
"Ummmmm.... yes slave." She sighed, breathing faster.
"Eat my pussy, oh ... take my clit in your teeth,
that's it.... Oh God Yes! Bite it yes YEESSSSS .... a
little harder .... Oooooh Yeah .... now put your tongue
in my hole .... Oooooooo Ummmmmmm .... yes slave!" She
was rocking faster and moving her sweet wet pussy side
to side as she played with her nipples, rolling them
back and forth between her fingers. Her head was thrown
back and she began whimpering and moaning louder. The
fire that had begun in my loins was now raging out of
control, and it soon spread to other parts of my body.
My cock had once again become hard as steel.
"Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh slave!" she began to
scream in ecstasy. I could feel her thighs quivering
against the sides of my head as she moved her pussy
ever faster across my tongue. She was grinding that
magnificent cunt down into my mouth now, and each time
her clit came over my tongue, her thighs jerked and I
tried to capture that elusive bud and suck on it, but
nothing would stop the rocking, grinding motion she had
begun with her hips. "YES YES YES YES!" she chanted,
rocking still faster. "OOOH GOD! OOOH GOD! OOOOOOOOO
YEEEEESSSSS!"
She was breathing wildly now, her chest heaving with
the labor. Those yummy thighs began jerking
uncontrollably. Her hands moved from her breasts to my
head. Taking twin handfuls of my hair, she pulled my
face harder into her soaking wet crotch. Suddenly she
stopped rocking, her entire body quivering, and then
she ground her pussy into my face in tiny rotating
circles, pulling my face still harder into her crotch
with her hands. I captured her throbbing clit and
closed my lips around it, applying all the suction I
could manage and, at the same time, nibbled and flicked
it with my tongue.
The quivering in her body became a shudder, and a loud
shrieking scream tore from her throat. Her hips were
grinding in small circles hard against my face forcing
her hot, wet pussy even tighter to my hungry mouth.
Kate was climbing to the peak of an orgasmic mountain
and I was doing all I could to help her reach the top!
At the peak of her orgasm she ceased all movement,
except for her clit. I could feel it pulsating in my
mouth and continued to nibble and run my tongue roughly
across its tip. Then the scream coming from her throat
was cut off, the shuddering in her body became a
heaving of all her muscles, her clit still pulsating,
throbbing in climax! She was holding her breath. Her
muscles ceased heaving and tensed like those of a
predator cat ready to pounce. Still her clit throbbed
and pulsated between my lips. We were frozen in time
like models for a still-life artist.
She had reached the peak of the orgasmic mountain and
was taking her sweet time, enjoying the sensations at
the top. Finally, she began to descend the other side
as she finished the scream, and her chest began heaving
again desperately, sucking in life giving oxygen. Those
sexy hips began rocking back and forth wildly again and
her clit continued to throb as it swept past my tongue.
She was taking a roller-coaster ride, and all I could
do was hang on and take the ride with her!
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, all her movement began to
slow. The closer she got to the base of the mountain,
the slower she moved. Sigh after deep, satisfied sigh
came out of her. Her hips slowed to a halt, her clit
resting directly on my tongue. It was no longer
throbbing. I licked it gently, and she began purring
like a cat and ran her fingers through my hair,
soothing the places she had pulled so hard just moments
before.
"Ummmmm," she sighed dreamily. "John, that was
wonderful." The masterful tone in her voice had been
replaced by the voice of a soft, sensual woman who had
set out on an adventure in mountain climbing, had
succeeded and was now relaxing in front of a cozy fire
in a snowed-in lodge. "God! Your mouth is fantastic,
lover." She sighed heavily in contentment.
"Unghflnnnfggh" I replied, her pussy still resting
sweetly on my mouth.
"Oops, sorry!" She laughed, and climbed off my face.
She stretched out next to me on the bunk, her body
pressing close to mine, her fingers making little curls
with the hair on my chest. She was looking dreamily
into my eyes, her own eyes soft and feeling. They had
lost the sparkle of the Mistress who held me captive
and took on the look of the eyes of a captured dove.
She ran her hand down my chest and across my stomach to
my cock. She stroked its head gently with her fingers,
then gripped it and squeezed lightly sending shivers
through my body. As she squeezed my cock she moved her
face close to mine, her eyes searching mine. She
lowered her lips to mine in a long, passionate, deep
french .... her tongue seeking out mine and playing tag
with it .... little moaning sounds coming from her
throat. "Oh God!" She said, her lips still on mine,
speaking directly into my mouth, "I want your hard
beautiful cock in my pussy. I want to feel it fill me.
I want it to explode inside of me and flood me with
your hot, wonderful cum." She moaned a long, sensual
moan into my mouth.
I could feel the vibrations of it on my lips. Her hand
began squeezing my cock tighter and moving slowly up
and down the shaft. She let it move down my cock to my
balls and began massaging them gently, cupping them,
scratching the bottom of my sack with her nails, gently
squeezing them. She pressed her mouth tighter against
mine and resumed the passionate kiss of seconds before,
all the while doing miraculous things to my genitals
with her talented fingers.
"Ooooooh." She purred, "Do you want to fuck me, John?
Do you want to feel yourself deep inside me?" Her
breathing was becoming more rapid as was my own. "Do
you want to feel my pussy squeeze your beautiful cock
until you can't stand it anymore? Do you want to feel
your hot cum spurt deep inside me? Oh God .... PLEASE
TELL ME!!!"
"Ooooooh Kate I want it badly..." I was becoming
rapidly consumed with the flaming desire to bury my
cock deep inside her. "Oh God Yes!" She moaned "SO DO
I!", got the whipped cream can, and began shaking it.
When it was ready she put the nozzle at the base of my
rigid cock and made a complete circle of the sweet
cream from the base of my cock to the top. It looked
like I had a tall whipped cream MX missile protruding
from my body.
"Ooooooh," she sighed. "Just looking at that makes my
pussy hungry!" She positioned herself over my whipped
cream cock, one leg on each side of my hips, facing me.
Slowly, she lowered herself until the creamy head of my
swollen cock barely touched her pussy lips. She was
breathing heavily now, looking down between her legs to
position her juicy pussy just right. When the head of
my cock was in just the right position, she lowered her
hips a little more, forcing the head of my cock between
the hungry, waiting lips of her unbelievably hot cunt.
She locked onto my eyes with her own. I held my breath
in anticipation, afraid to move for fear she would
revert to her former Mistress self and stop.
"Oooooh God! I've been waiting for this all night!" She
paused there and hovered over me, just the head of my
cock inside her. I wanted to scream and thrust upward,
wanted to shout "ME TOO! SIT DOWN FOR GOD'S SAKE! COVER
MY COCK WITH YOUR HOT PUSSY!" But I didn't. I just held
my breath hoping she would slide down my waiting pole.
I didn't have to wait too long. V-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y she
allowed my cock to slip into her hot, hungry pussy. I
wanted to thrust, I wanted to scream, I WANTED TO BURY
IT TO THE HILT! The whipped cream was beginning to melt
from the heat of our bodies. I could feel it sliding
down my cock, over my balls and into the crack of my
ass. It was exciting, using the whipped cream for a
lubricant. Not that her pussy needed lubricating, it
was soaking wet all on its own! Still, the thought was
erotic and more than just a little stimulating.
My cock was about a fourth of the way in, and she was
squirming and panting and whimpering. Her thighs were
beginning to shake from the strain of lowering herself
so slowly and from anticipation. "Ummmmmm... God that
feels great!" she purred, still moving slowly down my
rigid cock. One third the way in now... We were both
moaning and panting... Half way in... She began to
chant "Ooooh Baby! Ooooh Baby! Ooooh Baby!" Two-thirds
of my throbbing cock was now out of sight, concealed
within the walls of her tight love tunnel.
I couldn't contain myself any longer .... "OH GOD,
KATE! PLEASE, BURY MY COCK ALL THE WAY! I CAN'T STAND
IT .... OOOOHHHH MY GOD!" Apparently she couldn't stand
it any longer either. Without further delay, her hips
slid downward until her buttocks made contact with my
skin.
"OH!" She squealed with delight. "Ummmmmmmm, that's
wonderful," she purred, sitting absolutely still, my
cock completely and totally buried inside her. At the
moment she sat down on my cock, the breath escaped my
lungs and I shouted .... "HOLY SHIT! OOOOH GOD YESSSS!"
Still motionless on top of me, she began rhythmically
contracting and relaxing the muscles inside her hungry
pussy. Each time she contracted those wonderful
muscles, squeezing my cock, I would tighten my
sphincter and expand the head of my cock to its fullest
size. We played expand and contract for what seemed
like hours, our eyes locked on one another, just
feeling the sensations and being "one" with each other.
"Oooohhh slave," She whispered sexily "you have a very
talented cock.
Does it like being in my pussy?"
"Yes yes, Mistress! It wants to please you and fill you
with its hot load of white liquid."
"My pussy can hardly wait!" She began rocking back and
forth with her hips. The motion bent my rigid pole back
and forth, moving it only slightly inside her. Her head
was back and she cupped her breasts with her hands,
squeezing them as she continued to rock back and forth
on my burning cock.
After awhile, she leaned forward, pressing her breasts
against my hairy and heaving chest. Her lips found mine
and we kissed passionately. I longed for my hands to be
free so I could fondle her breasts and grab her ass.
While she lay on my chest, I began a slow thrusting
motion with my hips, driving my cock slowly in and out
of the hot, velvety tunnel that held it prisoner. She
began moaning softly into my mouth and I into hers, our
tongues still locked in a battle for dominance.
As I thrust in and out of her hot pussy, she began
moving her hips from side to side. Her motion combined
with mine caused my thrusting cock to scrape one side
lining of her tight love tunnel, then the other. It was
a completely new sensation to me and it was bringing me
to the base of my own orgasmic mountain!
"Ahhhh yes, fuck me baby!" She moaned into my mouth.
"Ram that hard cock into me .... deeper, Oooooh yes,
that's it .... it feels so wonder-ful I want you to
push it all the way through me!" The way she moaned
those words of passions directly into my mouth was
helping me, pushing me to the first ledge of my
mountain. The silky wet walls of her pussy worked
wonders on the sensitive head of my pulsing cock! "God,
baby, you're sooo good! So tight .... so hot .... so
wet!" I breathed the words into her mouth.
She put her hands on my chest and pushed herself to an
upright position and, using the muscles in her legs,
began lifting herself up and down on my rigid cock.
Faster and faster she went, like a novice rider on a
galloping horse. With each bounce, my throbbing meat
was jerked up and down, sending waves of incredible
pleasure coarsing throughout me. She whimpered, and I
sighed "OH GOD! OH GOD!" Faster and faster she bounced,
tossing her head from side to side, beginning a low
volume chant of "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" It became
louder the faster she moved. She was moving at a
furious pace now, and with each downward plunge she
made, little bits of whipped cream splashed out from
between us, covering my chest and her inner thighs.
"OOOOOHHHH GOD YES!" She screamed, reaching a quick and
violent orgasm that made her body shudder. As she came,
I began thrusting my hips up-ward and letting them
fall, then up again, lifting her weight, helping her
fuck herself into oblivion. "CUM CUM CUM .... YES YES
YES .... OOOH OOOH OOOH" she was screaming as orgasmic
sensations raced through her body.
When her orgasm subsided, she slowed her pace until she
came to a stop, sitting on my still rock-hard cock. My
hips were squirming beneath her in passion, my own
moaning and whimpering becoming louder: "Ohhhhh noooo,
please, don't stop now ... Oh God..."
"Don't worry, lover, we're not through yet." She
purred. Then she stretched her legs out in front of her
and rotated her body so her back was to my face, while
never once coming close to losing the cock buried deep
in her hot pussy. The sensation of her turning sent a
chill through my entire body!
She reached down between my legs and began raking her
fingernails along the underside of my balls. "OOOOOHHHH
SHIIIIT!" I cried out in total surprise at both what
she was doing and the sensations it caused. Her knees
under her once again, she began that slow up and down
movement with her body. Every few strokes she would
pause with my cock almost all the way out, then move
her hips from side to side and slowly slide back down
over my hard and hot cock, all the while scratching and
squeezing and massaging my balls gently, seductively.
My breathing became more rapid as I quickly approached
the second ledge on my orgasmic mountain! I felt lost
on that mountain and was thankful to have a guide like
her showing me the way to the top!
"Yes baby, fill me with that hot cock of yours!" She
moaned, "I love it deep inside me .... Ooooh yes, it
fills me up soooo much .... I want your cum to wash
every bit of my pussy .... I want to feel it splashing
hot against my walls .... I want to hear you moan as
your cum gushes out of your hot cock and floods deep
into me .... Ummmmmm!" Her words were making my cock
even harder than it was .... I didn't know how that
could be possible but it was happening. I had feeling I
get when I know I'm going to last a long time. For the
time being I was lost in the sensual, tingling feelings
her hot pussy was imparting to my cock.
She worked her body feverishly on my erect pole,
speeding up her pace, then slowing down, shifting
positions slightly, each time bringing me to new
heights of ecstasy, and all the while stroking,
scratching and squeezing my balls. In the next half
hour she came twice, each more powerful than the one
before. With each orgasm her fingernails dug into the
flesh of my thighs and her screams of passion pierced
the very essence of my soul.
Tiny beads of sweat had broken out on her body, and her
breathing was becoming labored. Still she continued,
working her wet pussy all over my throbbing hot cock.
As she was approaching her fourth orgasm, her buildup
to it was so raw, so animalistic that my balls began to
tingle wildly: the first warning that I was approaching
the peak of my mountain. She pumped so hard and so
fast, and squeezed my cock with her pussy so tightly I
began to go insane with passion. With each foot of
height I gained on my upward climb, she matched me in
intensity and abandonment. We both began grunting and
moaning, pounding our genitals together mercilessly. My
legs began to go numb as the tingling spread throughout
my body. I could feel my balls swell slightly prior to
releasing their heavy load.
At that instant I thought it would be impossible for
either of us to get any more wild than we were. I was
wrong! As we approached orgasm, her hand pulled my ball
sack gently, and the other drew blood from my thigh. We
were both screaming between labored breaths, our bodies
writhing wildly, trying to tear one another apart with
pure animal lust.
As my heavy balls exploded their load through my
seminal vesicles, I thrust upward with all my strength,
burying my spurting cock deeper into her greedy pussy
than it had ever been. She screamed in a mixture of
pain and pleasure and ground her hips downward,
impaling her pulsating pussy even further on my
exploding cock.
It's hard to describe the sounds, the sensations, the
movements of our bodies and the punishment we inflicted
on one another during our simultaneous orgasm. I only
know her screams of passion were equal to my own, the
intensity of her orgasm matched by mine and the pure
animal lust that flooded over us was shared equally. I
don't know how long we were lost in the throes of
orgasmic ecstasy. It just seemed to go on and on! I
felt as if every ounce of fluid was being sucked from
my entire body by her gripping, hungry pussy. My balls
were so drained they began to ache and still our bodies
were tangled and thrusting in an animalistic frenzy,
each attempting to best the other. I wanted to be lost
in this wild abandon forever.
I'm not sure quite how it ended. All I remember is our
bodies collapsing in an exhausted heap. My cock was
still deep within her but there was no feeling, no
sensation. Her fabulous pussy had literally stripped
the nerve endings from my body and devoured them.
There was more deliriously sensual sex between us that
night. We came again and again. She used the beads on
me twice more that I can remem-ber... it might have
been more! I never dreamed I could cum so many times in
such a short span of time, but her body and imagination
did things to me that had never been done before.
I remember at about three in the morning she released
me from my bonds. We experimented with every imaginable
position. Before we were finished my cock had explored
every possible opening in her body and deposited its
creamy cargo within them all.
At six o'clock a travel alarm in her goody bag went
off. At the time we lay exhausted in one another's
arms, caressing and frenching deeply, passionately. "Oh
damn." She muttered at the sound of the alarm and got
up to turn it off. "Well, John, slave, lover. Your
sentence has been carried out and I hereby set you
free."
We dressed in silence. She in her uniform, me in my
levis and sweat shirt. I didn't want this wild sexual
animal to walk out of my life, but I didn't know what
to say.
"Would you like to come home with me? I'll make you a
great breakfast." She must have read my mind. "I'd love
to, Kate." I said softly. She took me to my car, and I
followed her home.
As she put her key in the front door it swung open, and
a stunning bru-nette stood in the doorway. "John," Kate
said, "I'd like you to meet my roommate Kimberly."
"Hi, Kimberly." I said, my hand on Kate's ass.
"Oooooh Hi John." She purred, her deep green eyes
sparkling with sexual energy. Kate gave me a seductive
little wink, a huge smile on her face.
THE END