The Gift

The evening had been a disaster. First, I'd been late getting ready, so we'd missed our reservation, and had to wait an extra half an hour for a table.

During dinner I'd been flighty and distracted, and he'd had to repeat things twice to get my attention. Then I forgot my credit card, and not having enough cash to pay for dinner, he'd ended up having to cover the bill.

What I had wanted to be a nice birthday dinner for him had turned into a comedy of errors, and as we drove back to my place, the mood in the car was cool at best.

"Look, I said I'd pay you back."

No reply.

"And I apologized about sending you flowers at work. I thought it would be cute...chrysanthemums are a more masculine flower. I didn't think the guys would tease you *that* much."

He gave me a side-eye, and kept driving.

I let out a sigh, "It was the teddy bear, wasn't it."

"That certainly didn't help," he remarked pointedly.

"I'm sorry. But hey! At least there's still cake...and I've got another little something for you, too..."

When we got back to my place, I shooed him to the couch, and got a gift bag from out of the hall closet. "Here, open this while I get your cake."

I went into the kitchen, and rattled the dishes, but in actuality I was nervously peeking out to see his reaction to what I got him. He dug through the tissue, took out the items, and I saw a wry little smile cross his face.

A few minutes later I came back out with the cake, then realized that I'd forgotten the forks. But before I could go back and get them, he grabbed my wrist. "Explain this."

"Um, it's your birthday present."

He let my wrist go, and picked up the riding crop that had been in the bag, and tapped it lightly against my leg. "Is this supposed to be a gift for me, or a gift for you?"

"I thought it was something we could both enjoy..."

"So that's what you've been up to all day? Trying to get me irritated enough that I'd be willing to use this on you?" I bit my lip trying desperately not to smile, but didn't succeed very well.

His voice took on a bit of a growl, "Fine. Someone's going to get spanked tonight, and it isn't going to be me. Forget the cake, babe. Go get undressed, and get into position."

I headed to the bedroom, my knees shaking. So far, so good. I hastily shed my clothes - leaving my panties on - and got on my knees on the bed, resting my head on my forearms. I heard him walk in, and a shiver went down my spine.

He placed the other item from the gift bag in front of me. "Give me your wrists."

I held out my hands, and he wrapped the leather loop on one end around them, buckling them tight but not uncomfortably so. The other end he attached around the slats of my headboard.

I heard the swish of the crop in the air behind me and tensed fearfully. As if sensing this, he whispered in my ear that only the last 10 would be with the crop, and I relaxed slightly. I held my breath as he slowly peeled down my lacy pink panties, revealing yet another surprise, as he discovered the base of a pink plug nestled between my cheeks.

He tapped it with his finger, and a shudder went through me. He leaned over again to ask, "Is this why you were so fidgety during dinner?" I nodded in reply. "And does this mean I finally get to fuck your ass?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Sir."

He murmured something about giving out one strike for every year, and I waited, trembling for him to begin. Thirty six blows was more than I'd ever taken before. He started off fairly gently, landing the first on my right cheek, and I sighed out a "One". The next was on the left cheek, and I dutifully counted out "Two".

After the first ten, I found myself raising my ass up a little higher in the air, and wiggling it slightly. I heard him chuckle, and number eleven landed with a bit more force. I let out a little whoop, and counted. As each one was delivered, I felt my bottom warming considerably. A delicious heat spread out over my reddening skin, and the blush on my bum matched the one on my face.

Twenty through twenty six were harder still, and I found myself tensing a little more before each one, knowing that my present to him would soon be making its appearance. Before he began, he dragged the wide tip of the crop against my inflamed skin, and I let out a whimper. Suddenly it whistled through the air, and cracked on my ass with a resounding smack. I let out a yelp, my entire body going stiff, and jerked against my restraints, rattling the headboard against the wall.

I could feel the welt rising on my skin, and he asked quietly if I was all right. I squeaked out a "Yes, Sir", and he continued. Even though he let up a little on the next few, my skin was so hyper-sensitive that each one left an angry stripe across my ass.

By the time he hit thirty five I was as tight as bow-string, and teetering on the brink of a massive orgasm. He tapped the crop on my thighs, urging them apart, and dragged the crop between my legs. I tried desperately to rub along the length of it, craving release. Thirty six slapped wetly against my clit, followed quickly by an unexpected thirty seven, which drove me over the edge.

I cried out as the shock wave of my climax hit, and I was quickly reduced to a weak and limp state. Every muscle released, and a sob escaped me. I buried my face in my arms, and let the sensations of pleasure and pain overwhelm me.

I barely noticed as he got undressed, and knelt on the bed behind me, and slowly began to penetrate my pussy. But then the fullness of having both my holes filled worked through the haze, and I began to move with him...slowly at first, then a little harder and faster.

My walls fluttered around his cock and he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tightly against him. He whispered in my ear how warm my ass felt when he thrust into me, and brushed his hands lightly across my breasts and tweaked my hard nipples, causing me to jolt against him.

But before he could come he pulled out, and knelt beside the bed to undo the restraints. He peppered my face with kisses, and our lips met finally. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue, and we slowed things down a little as we kissed deeply.

After a few minutes, he sat back and looked at me. I was flushed, with my hair sticking to my face. He brushed it away, and noticed that my eyes were glazed, and he asked again if I was OK. I smiled back at him and nodded, and motioned my head towards the nightstand where I'd placed a small bottle of lube.

"Take my ass," I whispered, "I want to feel you deep inside me."

He positioned himself behind me again, and slowly pulled out the plug, and drizzled some of the lube down the crack of my ass. The coolness of it felt wonderful against my hot skin, and I sighed with pleasure. He worked one slippery finger inside me, then another. Then I felt his fingers pull out, to be replaced with the spongy head of his cock. I relaxed myself to let him in, and as he slowly entered me, I let out a low moan.

The feeling was exquisite, and hard to describe. There was a sensation of fullness that was so much more than when his cock was in my pussy. As he began to slowly thrust, I clenched my muscles around him, wanting it perfectly tight for him. It was so raw, so intimate, and something I'd wanted to share with him for a long time. Again, we found a rhythm, and as it started to quicken, my canal stretched to let him in even deeper, the smooth muscle like a velvety vise around his cock.

His pelvis slapped against my tender skin, inflaming it further, and the sensations caused me to cry out. I could feel his cock expanding inside me as he prepared to come, and I was right on the brink myself. He reached under me, and strummed my clit with his fingers.

I came with a scream, and clenched him so tightly he couldn't move. The rippling of my muscles milked his cock and he finally came inside me with a shout. It seemed to go on for ages, and my tired body couldn't take anymore. I slowly sunk down onto the bed, and he moved down with me, lying against my back. After a few moments I shifted under his weight, and he rolled off and lay beside me.

As we laid there breathless I kissed him and managed a tired smile. "Happy Birthday, Sweetheart."

The Demonstration

My husband Ethan and I have a D/s relationship that we generally keep solely in the bedroom. We tried to make it a full time thing at first, but frankly with both of us working it just became too exhausting to role-play all the time. Not to mention doing it full time made it seem routine, and took the excitement out it. But when we do partake, there's nothing I'd rather do than submit to my very exacting Master.

He belongs to a "social club" of sorts, made up of a group of like-minded men. In between games of pool and glasses of whiskey they share stories and ideas. A few times they've had parties that include their subs, but nothing kinky. Usually it was just a strictly social situation, although at times we'd seen partners exchanged or small groups leave together, but it's nothing we'd ever indulged in.

One Friday night, Ethan came home, and he seemed more animated than usual. As he got undressed he told me that the discussion that evening had turned to doing more than just sharing stories, and having each of the men doing a seminar for the rest about some aspect of the lifestyle that they and their partners particularly enjoyed. Turns out the idea had come about by him talking about the Japanese bondage technique of Shibari that we like to indulge in on occasion.

There is nothing I love more than being bound and helpless, and Shibari takes that to a whole other level. Feeling the ropes weave and knot around my body, locking my arms behind me, arching my back, binding my breasts until they swell, holding my legs open to expose my sex. It turns the body into living statuary that you can punish, tease, and fuck.

"So what do you think?" he asked as he got into bed, "Would you be up for doing a presentation?"

A twinge of fear gripped me at the idea. To have him demonstrate these ancient techniques on me in front of an audience was definitely outside of my comfort zone. At the same time, I found myself getting aroused by the idea. It's definitely a beautiful art form, and I feel like a goddess - albeit a helpless one - when it's done.

"It would just be the binding, and nothing else?" I asked cautiously.

He got a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Not exactly...there's a twist."

"What twist?"

"I thought maybe I could have the others come up and...examine the finished product. Test the bindings, feel the ropes, feel how it dents your flesh, things like that."

"You mean...let them touch me?"

"Yes."

"Even sexually?"

His voice dropped to a husky tone, "If you'd be willing."

I licked my lips and squirmed a little. I had to admit, the idea was really turning me on. I grinned back at him, "We haven't done it in a while...we'd need to practice."

"I take it that's a yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

At my breathy reply, he was all over me. I realized at that moment that the idea of us doing this together was as huge a turn on for him as it was for me. He grabbed me and flipped me over on my stomach. Without any foreplay, he ripped down my panties and thrust inside me, and proceeded to fuck the daylights out of me. I begged him to let me come and when he acquiesced, I reached down with one hand and stroked my clit as he ravaged my cunt. In no time at all we were both coming. It was a fast but satisfying fuck, and when it was done we were both a little sheepish at our loss of control. Oh yes, this was going to be quite the experience.

We only had about three weeks to put the presentation together, so the next day we played around with a few ideas. We thought of doing a torso binding, then a girdle binding, and then finish with a suspension. It would have to be provocative but supportive, as I'd be in it awhile as the other members got their opportunity for some hands on examination.

I asked if I could be blindfolded during the seminar, as I knew I'd be more comfortable that way, and Ethan agreed. He'd also called to make sure the host's house where the demonstration was going to take place had the ceiling hooks we'd need. I was amused as I overheard that conversation, just two guys discussing the logistics, like they were making plans to get together for a football game.

For practice, and to keep us from getting distracted from our task, I wore some yoga pants and a form fitting tank top. We tried a few different bindings at first, and managed to come up with ones that were attractive, and fairly easy for a beginner to do. As the binding is tiring for me, once we had that down, we broke for the day.

On Sunday, Ethan got the idea of doing a "How to" brochure to go along with the lecture, so we took step by step pictures with me in a leotard. He'd wanted me naked, but I balked at that...I did agree to the blindfold, as it helped hide my identity some. He did a beautiful job with the pictures, and that week I took them and put together a nice guide for the members to take home with them.

Over the next few weeks, we practiced over and over. I had to get used to doing our choreography without any visual clues, and we worked out a series of taps that told me where and how to move. As we did the binding, he would talk through the lecture he planned to give, going over the history of the method, and the explanations of the different bindings, and how to do them properly so as not to injure or strain the person being bound. He also went over the type of ropes being used for the binding and other little tidbits he thought might be of interest, or informational.

The Saturday that the demonstration was to take place, I was a huge bundle of nerves. Not about the demonstration – I was comfortable that we had that down pat – but just about the whole thing in general.

Ethan had anticipated this, and surprised me with a treat...he'd made appointments for me to get a massage, and a manicure and pedicure to try and take the edge off. I luxuriated through my treatments, and went home to take a nice warm bath. I also took time to shave, making sure to denude my pussy as well...while binding is exciting, having hair get caught in the ropes and pulled isn't the nicest sensation. I got out of the bath and toweled off, and slathered lotion over my skin, and finished with some scented powder with some shimmer in it. I dried my hair and put it up in a low loose bun leaving some curled tendrils around my face, then put on my makeup. I was careful to use a dark red lipstick that matched the sparkly red polish on my fingers and toes, which I had got done to match the red ropes and blindfold we were using for the tonight's soirée.

Ethan entered, looking incredibly handsome in his tuxedo, and let out a low whistle. "You look beautiful," he murmured in my ear. I blushed, and he made a motion for me to spin around. I did so, and he nodded his approval. He held out a fancy silk embroidered kimono style robe for me to slip into, and once I put on some dressy sandals we were ready to go.

When we arrived, the host's house was ablaze with light, and crawling with people. I was dazzled by the men in their tuxes, and the women in their evening wear...and collars. I estimated our audience would be about forty people.

I felt decidedly underdressed and nervous. To calm my jangled nerves my husband had me down a couple of stiff drinks before our host led us downstairs to his spacious dungeon, and we began to prepare. I put one of our how-to guides on each seat while Ethan got his items ready. I slipped out of my robe and sandals and stretched out, and when I was ready Ethan put on the blindfold and went to call everyone downstairs.

I heard them coming in, and sucked in a nervous breath. I felt him come up behind me, and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder. And then we began.

His calm voice lulled me as the ropes began to bind me. Our practice paid off, and everything went beautifully. I admit I went out of my head a little, so the demo seemed to take just seconds instead of an hour and a half. It wasn't until I was suspended that I panicked a little. Now was the time that the other men would be allowed to come over and do their inspection.

I realized at that moment how vulnerable and exposed I was. My bound breasts jutting out because of the binding, my pussy spread wide open, and one leg bound to itself with the other in the air, and my arms pulled back behind me. If it weren't for the trust I had in Ethan, I would have come completely unglued at that moment.

His voice seemed to come from far away as the blood pounded in my ears..."Now I invite the gentlemen to come up and have a closer look. You may touch where ever you like, but hands only. While she is just a plaything, she is MY plaything, and I've never been one for sharing my toys."

His little speech drew some laughter from the crowd. Ethan came over, and stroked my cheek. "You say the word, and I'll end this. You are my brave girl...don't forget that."

The word. My safe word...which happened to be "Ruby", my birthstone. The color of the gemstones in my earrings, the blindfold, and the ropes that bound me.

The men came up, and the most exquisite torture began. I felt their hands everywhere...pinching my nipples, stroking my arms and legs, testing the bindings, and exploring my sex. I couldn't squirm away if I wanted to, I was too tightly bound. They murmured things to me, but I was struck mute with fear and desire. While the demo only seemed to take seconds, this part of the seminar seemed to last forever.

One of the men put his finger against my lips, and I instinctively opened my mouth and sucked on it. More hands traced the lattice of ropes on my torso, and squeezed my breasts painfully. Two fingers probed my pussy, and then their slick lengths worked into my ass. Someone even tickled my feet.

I think I whimpered. I know I cried, my tears dampening the blindfold. But I persevered. I let them explore to their heart's content, and while my safe word was always on the tip of my tongue, I never let it slip. I wanted to come so badly. But I didn't have permission to do so, so I did as before. I checked out mentally, and tried to ignore the wonderful sensations these stranger's hands were giving me.

It was Ethan that finally put an end to it. He asked the guests to please head back upstairs, that I would be tired and would need some time to recover. But I hoped that he was going to give me what I really needed. Namely, his cock inside me.

I let out a sigh of relief when I heard him come up behind me, and unzip his pants. "You were wonderful, my pet...just beautiful," he cooed in my ear.

I moaned as he began to work his cock inside me, "God, baby...you are so wet. I guess you liked this more than you thought you would." He thrust in hard, and I let out a cry.

"It was so hot to see those men with their hands on you, pleasuring you, and knowing it was making you crazy. Knowing how badly you wanted to come. You did want to come, didn't you?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

"And do you still want to come, my pet?"

"Oh, yes please, Sir!" I cried as he pounded into my pussy.

"You've been such a good girl...you may come."

With those words, he began to stroke my clit. His cock filled me so completely, stroking over my g-spot with each thrust. When I felt the thumb of his other hand work into my ass I lost it. My orgasm hit me with such force it just shattered me. I bucked in my binding as I let out a scream of pleasure. I felt like I was nothing but a mass of nerves, and every one of them was on fire.

After it subsided a bit, my Master then moved around to my front, and tapped his cock on my lips. I opened my mouth obediently, and he slipped it inside. I breathed in the scent of my juices, tasting them as I took him down my throat, and moaned as he brutally began fucking my face. He grunted with his exertion, and I prepared myself for his impending orgasm. When he came, it was copious. I tried to swallow it all, but I was just so overwhelmed at that point that I just couldn't. But he didn't seem to mind, and I was relieved.

I was completely spent. When he let me down, I tried to stand but my knees buckled underneath me. Ethan helped me over to one of the chairs, and sat me down as he removed the blindfold, and all the ropes. As I looked at the dents they left in my skin, I'll admit I was pretty proud of myself, and considered them as a sort of reward for my good behavior. I felt him lightly tracing the ones around my wrists, and looked up. Our eyes met, and we smiled tiredly at each other. It had been a long night, and I was ready to go home.

Our host knocked, and Ethan gave him the OK to enter. He came in, all smiles. "What a success that was!" he exclaimed. "You were a bona fide hit. The others can't stop talking about how disciplined and well behaved your girl is. But she looks tired."

"She is. I think it's probably time for us to go. Can you give the other guests our regards?"

"Pity you can't stay longer, but I understand. We'll talk again at next week's meeting. Thank you again for a wonderful show. You'll be hard to beat."

With those kind words, he backed out of the room. Ethan put on my sandals, and helped me into my robe, and led me upstairs. We snuck out the front door, and made our way to the car. I collapsed inside, tired but happy.

For the rest of the night there were no roles. We were just two people who trusted and cared for each other implicitly, and he was so sweet to me. He kissed and coddled me, and we made slow and languorous love the rest of the evening.

I had been right...it was quite an experience.

No Appointment Necessary

Brian looked up in surprise as the door to his office opened, and Julia came stalking in over the protests of his secretary. She shut and locked the door behind her, and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm here, because I'm tired of you working late all the time." She put her hands on her hips, and he gave her a once over.

"Nice coat, is it new?"

Julia looked down at the fuchsia satin trench coat, and then back up at him with a pout, "Maybe you'd know if you were home more." She walked around his desk, and leaned against the edge, then picked up the phone and handed it to him.

"Now, this is what you're going to do. You're going to talk to Ms. Briggs, and you're going to tell her to reschedule the rest of today's appointments." She slowly undid her bun, and shook her head so her hair fell free.

"And then, you're going to give her the rest of the day off." She undid the belt of her coat, and let it fall open, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath it.

Julia sat herself on the edge of his desk, and propped her feet - clad in her best "fuck me" heels - up on the armrests of his desk chair, and hit the speed dial for his secretary. Amused, Brian did just as she'd told him to, and then she took the phone from him and put it back in its cradle. She shrugged, letting the coat slide off her shoulders, so that it puddled at her wrists, and leaned back.

"And now that that is done, I think you know what comes next." She spread her legs, giving Brian a good view of her pink and ready pussy.

He stood up to close the blinds, but she kept him trapped with her legs. "Leave them open. If someone wants to watch, let them."

So he sat back down, and rolled his chair up, wrapping his arms around her thighs, and she gasped as she felt his tongue move up her slit. He sucked on her labia, and flicked his tongue against her clit. Soon he had his face buried in her pussy, and her head fell back as he sucked and licked her. Julia moaned as he slowly started inserting his fingers inside her, and she reached up with one hand, and stroked his hair as he began to move them in and out. Brian took his index finger and curled it inside her, finding her g-spot, and massaged it gently at first, then a bit firmer.

Just as she was about to come, he stopped. Brian stood up, and leaned over to kiss her. Julia licked her juices from around his mouth, and their tongues sparred as he moved his hands up to knead her breasts. He moved his mouth down her neck, and then trailed kisses down her torso until he latched his mouth onto one nipple. When it was standing tight and firm, he moved to the other. Once they were at attention, Brian moved his mouth up and kissed her again, rubbing his thumbs across her nipples. Suddenly he pinched them, and Julia gasped into his mouth.

He gave her a mischievous smile, and headed back down between her legs, and picked up where he left off. Her pussy became even juicier than before, and he put his fingers back inside her while he sucked on her clit. The more turned on she got, the more she moved her hips, bucking against his face, closing her legs around his head, her moans ramping up as she got closer to orgasm.

Suddenly Julia stiffened, and started to shake as it took hold. She let out a cry and as she came, a gush of fluid flowed out of her, which Brian lapped up enthusiastically. He moaned against her pussy, teasing another string of shudders out of her. As she calmed down, he continued to lap at her pussy, licking it clean.

Finally she sat up, and pulled Brian into a deep kiss. "God, what you do to me...but now it's my turn."

Julia undid his tie and dropped it on the desk behind her. She then pulled his shirt out of his pants, and unbuttoned it, trailing a line of kisses down his chest and belly as she did, until she was kneeling in front of him. She looked up at him and licked her lips as she undid his belt and pants, and pushed him back down into his chair. She stood up, and spun his chair around so that he was facing the uncovered windows, and nestled between his legs, and slowly licked his cock, gently fondling his sac with one hand, while she ran her other hand through the hair on his chest, and tweaked his nipples.

Her light teasing became too much for Brian, and he begged her to suck his cock. She happily acquiesced, plunging her mouth down over his length, sucking him hard. He moaned, and she took him as deep into her mouth as she could, then begin to bob her head up and down, sucking him on the way up, and working him further down her throat on the way down, until her nose was buried in his pubic hair, and she began to massage the head of his cock deep in her throat.

She gasped as she came up for air, and moved her mouth down to his balls, sucking on one, than the other, then moved back to his cock, circling it with her tongue, and dipping it into its little slit, slurping up the drop of pre-cum that was pooling there. Not wanting him to come just yet, Julia stood up and faced the windows, and began to fondle herself, rubbing her nipples, and spreading her legs, burying her hand in her pussy while he watched, his hands kneading the flesh of her ass.

When she was literally dripping, she looked back over her shoulder, and braced herself against the glass. "So, are you going to fuck me or what?"

Brian stood up, and with an animalistic growl he grabbed her hips and plunged his cock deep into her pussy. She hissed out a "Yesss..." and met his thrusts with her own. He pressed her up against the window so that her breasts were smashed up against the glass, and he put his hands on her shoulders, and ground his cock into her over and over. She leaned her head back and whispered, "Can you imagine if someone is watching? Ooo...they see me all pressed up against this window, with you fucking me senseless. It's such a turn on, Baby...I want you to come, and I want to see you do it all over this nice clean window."

Julia felt his cock twitch inside her as she spoke, and felt him pull out of her. With a few quick strokes of his hand, he shot his load onto the window, as she rubbed her clit, letting out a groan as she came. Wantonly, Julia crouched down, and licked some of his seed off of the window, and stood up to face him, taking his face in her hands, and kissing him lustily. He collapsed into his chair, and pulled Julia down into his lap. They snuggled there for a while, not talking, just kissing.

Suddenly, Brian pushed her off of him. Startled, she landed on her bum on the floor, and he stood and grabbed her arm, roughly hauling her up.

With a sneer he remarked, "So...I've fucked your mouth, and I've fucked your pussy, but there's one place I haven't fucked you yet." He pushed Julia toward his desk, and grabbed his tie. He turned her away from him, and looped it between her legs. He grabbed each end, and began to pull it back and forth, the smooth silk separating and teasing her labia, and rubbing against her clit. She was delighted by this, arching her back and leaning against him. But then he began to growl in her ear...

"You come in here, bossing my secretary around...bossing me around... and think you're going to get away with it? I work hard so that you can buy pretty things like that coat, and you criticize me for it? You ungrateful little bitch. And you think that coming in here and seducing me is going to make up for it? Well, have I got a surprise for you.

"I'm going to get this tie good and wet, and then I'm going to gag you with it. Let you suck on your juices as I fuck your ass. But before I fuck it, I plan on turning it the same lovely shade of pink as that coat of yours."

He pulled the tie up, and it was indeed soaked through with her juices. He told her to open her mouth, and he wrapped it around her head, tying it tight in the back. She ran her tongue along the fabric tasting her essence, and moaned. He pushed her down until she was bent over his desk, and kicked her legs wide until she was up on her tiptoes. She grabbed the far edge of it to steel herself for what she knew was coming next.

"You want to come in here all tarted up and acting like a little whore, then I'll treat you like a little whore."

The first smack landed on her right cheek, and she moaned against her gag. It was a luscious sting that sent a radiant heat through her body. Then the second fell on her left cheek...and on for another eight smacks, until her hips were wiggling with the pleasure of the pain.

She heard Brian mutter something about how she was enjoying herself far too much as he rummaged around in his desk drawers until he found what he was looking for. The next blow elicited a muffled yelp from her, as he smacked the ruler hard against her behind. Another nine swats with it and Julia's ass was a fiery red, interspersed with some angry little lines from the ruler that would have her squirming every time she sat down for next couple of days.

Taking the ruler, he lightly smacked it against her pussy a few times, until he saw it begin to swell and pulse, and knew how close she was to coming. He knelt behind her, and put his thumb in her pussy, and got it good and wet, then pushed it into her ass, and slowly begin to move it in and out. She was crying tears of pain and lust from her spanking, and was almost ready to pass out from all these overwhelming sensations. He sucked her poor swollen clit into his mouth, and flicked his tongue against it until she came violently, releasing her second gusher into his mouth. As he drank it up, he continued to tease her ass with his thumb, while she shuddered on the desk above.

Satisfied that she ready for him, he pulled a bottle of lube out of his desk drawer. Brian wasn't exactly an angel at work, and had been known to jack off at his desk between appointments, or during his lunch hour, to take the edge off.

He drizzled some down the crack of Julia's ass, and she sighed as the cool liquid hit her inflamed skin. He slicked up his cock, watching her struggle to regain control of herself, and watching her little rosebud wink in anticipation of his invasion of it.

The sight got him so hard, that he couldn't leave her waiting any longer, and she jerked up a little as she felt him rub the head of his cock against it. He spread the globes of her ass, and slowly pushed his way in, and she relaxed beneath him, to allow him easier entry.

He knew she was loving his cock in her ass by the way she moaned, as it stretched her in ways that just felt different and more intense than when he was in her pussy.

She clutched her muscles, wanting it snug and tight for him, and when he began to thrust, she gripped the edge of the desk even harder, and used her elbows for leverage to push back against him, taking him even deeper inside her. He grabbed her hips, digging his fingers in, leaving white marks among all that blushing pink, and she moaned against her gag, smelling her sex and tasting her salty sweetness on it.

Brian drizzled on a little more lube, and began to pick up speed. Soon he was thrusting deep and hard, his cock like a piston in and out of her smooth tunnel. It was so warm, and so very tight. He was just about ready to come, and wanted Julia to come with him, so he reached around, and began to lightly stroke her clit. The sensation brought her out of her stupor, and galvanized her. Her little button was so overly sensitive at this point that after a few rubs, an intense orgasm washed over her, and she clenched him so tightly inside her that he couldn't move, and the rippling of her internal muscles massaged his cock...milked it...until he wrapped his arms around her waist, and holding her tightly against him, he released his load deep inside her with one last thrust.

After resting a few moments, he untied her gag, and went to get her a glass of water, which she gulped down greedily. It was dark outside now, well past quitting time, and the office was deserted except for the two of them. Brian helped Julia put back on her coat, and he got dressed while she clumsily tried to fix her hair. As they drove home, she could feel his cum seeping out of her sore ass, and smiled.

Tonight had gone well...better than she had expected. And she figured that he wouldn't be working overtime again anytime soon.

Masquerade

The masquerade ball had been quite fun. She'd enjoyed the anonymity her elaborate feathered mask had given her, and had danced freely with the men that had asked, enjoying their conversation and the music. She went to the bar and got a glass of champagne, then turned to watch the couples in all their formal finery as they twirled on the floor.

She sensed someone come up behind her, and put their hands on her waist. Surprised, she was about to turn when a man's voice in her ear told her to stay put. His hands stroked up her sides, and down her bare arms, and his gentle touch caused goose bumps to rise. She shivered, and found herself pressing back into the stranger's embrace.

"You were so lovely out there," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "I would so love to have you right now, right here."

She giggled and blushed, and turned to face her admirer. He had a strong handsome jaw, full mouth, and a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, behind his simple black mask. She had danced with him earlier, and guessed she'd made quite an impression.

Emboldened by her disguise, she leaned in and planted a slow kiss on his lips. They parted slightly, and she felt the tip of his tongue touch hers. Before she could respond, he whirled her back onto the dance floor, and she threw her head back and laughed. His lips trailed up her neck, and then again they kissed, more passionately this time. When she opened her eyes and caught her breath, she found that he'd danced her to a dimly lit corner of the ballroom.

"Will you come to my room with me?" he asked.

"I will," she responded breathlessly.

He took her hand, and they headed to the elevator. The tension between them was so thick you could feel it. When they got to his suite, they immediately fell into a luscious kiss, exploring each other's lips and tongues. Then to her surprise, she felt a second set of lips on the back of her neck. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a gasp.

Her initial suitor stroked her cheek, "This is my friend. He wanted you too, so we toyed with the thought of sharing you. But I understand if you'd rather leave."

She glanced at the masked man behind her, and he smiled reassuringly, "It would be our pleasure to make this a night you'd never forget," he murmured.

She hesitated. She'd never done anything like this before. At the same time, the thought of two handsome strangers making her their plaything for the night was somehow intriguing; and as she felt a trickle of moisture between her thighs, very exciting.

She kissed one, and then the other, "I'd like very much to stay."

The men's eyes met, and they nodded. The second gentleman wrapped her in his arms and kissed her lustily, and she felt the other man slowly begin to undo the zipper of her dress. She felt his hands on her bare back, and then they moved up to undo her strapless bra. The man kissing her grasped her dress, and pulled it free, then moved his mouth down to her breasts, and grasped one gently. He ran his thumb across her nipple, while his mouth sucked on the other.

The other man removed the jeweled combs from her hair, and buried his face in its silky length as it spilled down her shoulders. His hands moved around her, resting momentarily on her belly, before moving them down into her panties. His fingers stroked her wetness for a moment, eliciting a groan from her, and then he knelt down behind her and pulled them down her legs. He undid the clasps of her garters, and rolled down her stockings too.

"But I don't know your names..." she whispered.

The man behind her laughed, "I'm Alan, and as my friend is too busy devouring you, his name is William."

"I'm Lily...it's good to meet you both."

William moved his mouth from her nipple to her neck, "Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

Alan, meanwhile, had successfully divested Lily of her clothing, and was nibbling on the curve of her buttocks, and delving his fingers into her sex. Her senses were becoming overwhelmed by the attention she was getting from the two men, and her knees buckled slightly.

Alan stood, and held her close as William moved to the king size bed. He pulled off the duvet, and then took Lily's hand and led her to it. She lay down, and watched the two men undress. William was tall and lean, and Alan was built a little sturdier, but both of them were incredibly sexy, and she couldn't imagine her good fortune. They all kept their masks on, giving the whole encounter an air of mystery.

Once naked, Alan lay down on her right and William on the left. She arched her back as two sets of hands began to caress her body. Lily turned over on her stomach, and kissed one, then the other. She knelt up, and grasped each of their cocks in her hands, feeling their silky lengths fill her palms. She kissed Alan on the lips, then the neck and the chest, and dipped her tongue into his belly button while working her way further down. When she reached his cock, she licked up and down his length, then sucked the head into mouth, and swirled her tongue around it.

William adjusted himself so that he was on his back between her legs, and began to flick his tongue along her clit, sucking her lips, and delving his tongue into her pussy. As he made her moan, the vibrations transferred to Alan's cock, and he bucked. Alan entwined his fingers into her hair, and held her head as he fucked her mouth. William had worked three fingers into her pussy, and was thrusting them roughly as he sucked on her clit, and the actions of the two men sent her reeling into a crushing orgasm. She lifted her head as gasped for air, then let out a cry as it ripped through her.

William shifted again, and she felt him kneel behind her. "Oh please fuck me!" she cried, and he plunged his cock inside her. Alan once again lowered her mouth to his cock, and she began to suck it furiously, matching the rhythm to William's thrusts. William reached around her, and grasped her breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples. She was almost frantic with lust at this point. She couldn't get enough of either one of them.

Alan pulled her up, off of William's cock and onto his own. Lily began to ride him, and held out her hand to William, beckoning him to kneel beside her so she could suck him. He was longer and thicker than Alan was, and he felt so good in her mouth. She could taste her juices on his cock, and hummed with pleasure as she sucked him, grabbing his ass in her hands to take him in as deep as she could. In the meantime Alan snaked a hand between them, and rubbed his thumb across her clit.

She felt William's cock twitch, and knew he was about to come. She held him tightly, and was prepared when he groaned, and shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, and sucked him dry. He kissed her roughly, as Alan let out a shout, and came inside her. He continued to thrust into her, and manipulate her clit until she came with a scream.

The three of them paused to catch their breath, and then William went into the bathroom and came out with a few warm, wet washcloths. He freshened up Lily, then the men took care of themselves. They rested a while, with Lily in the middle. They took turns kissing her, and stroking her body with their hands, an occasional tickle causing her to giggle.

They napped briefly, and then she was awakened by a mouth on both of her breasts. The sensation was incredible. Then one mouth moved down her body, and sealed itself between her legs. She opened her eyes, and found Alan below. He pulled her tight against him, and she let out a cry as he stroked his fingers inside her pussy, then moved one down to her ass, and wriggled the tip up into it. She bore down, and forced more of it inside her, until his fingers were moving in and out of both of her holes.

This new sensation of being so filled quickly got her worked up into a frenzy. She knew then that she wanted them both to fuck her at the same time. Alan released her, and she tackled William, pushing him onto his back, and worked his thick cock into her pussy. She looked back at Alan, and begged him to fill her ass.

He grabbed the lotion from the bathroom, and stood and watched Lily and William fuck for a few moments, before he knelt behind her, and drizzled some of the lotion between her cheeks. She gasped, and held still, William's cock deep inside her. Alan worked the lotion inside her with a couple of fingers, stretching her, and getting her good and relaxed.

"Please..." she whispered.

Alan slicked up his cock, and pressed against her tight rosebud, going ever so slowly so as not to hurt her. It was such an odd sensation to have two cocks inside her. William began to move first, thrusting gently, and Alan followed suit. Soon they found a rhythm, and Lily remained almost motionless as the men used her body for their pleasure.

"Faster...please. Do it harder!" she cried, and the men were more than willing to do as she asked. This was no longer gentle lovemaking. Alan smacked her ass as he fucked it, leaving pink hand prints on her cheeks, and William roughly scratched his fingernails down her back, eliciting a growl from her, while whispering in her ear that she was their dirty whore, and they were going to use her until she begged for more. One than the other slammed into her and the three of them moved like a well oiled machine. The deviance of the act they performed brought out the beast in all three of them, and the room was full of their moans and filthy language as the bed creaked beneath them. Lily came first with a howl, and her clutching holes drove her two men to quickly follow.

She lay weeping on top of William, who was immediately concerned that they'd hurt her, but she was just overwhelmed by what she'd been through. They all seemed a bit sheepish about their lack of inhibition, but agreed that it had been an amazing experience...one that all three would like to have happen again, and soon.

They divested with their masks at that point, and the men led a shaky Lily to the bathroom, and the three of them showered. William and Alan kissed Lily all over, and smoothed a soapy cloth over her soft body, gentling her down into a lull. They wrapped her in a thick robe, and the three of them collapsed on the bed. William ordered some food for them, and they dozed until it came.

After some food and champagne, with their strength restored, Alan undid the tie holding Lily's robe closed, and drizzled some of the champagne down her torso. She giggled as the bubbly liquid tickled her skin, and the men slowly licked and sucked it off of her. The dinner tray contained a plate of chocolate covered strawberries, and she held one of them in her mouth and let the men nibble on it while they kissed her. She then got a glint in her eye, and taking another berry, put it in her pussy, and knelt over William's face. As he sucked it out of her, then sucked on her, she bent forward and took his cock in her mouth in a 69. After a few minutes, she sat up, and had Alan kneel between William's legs, and took turns, sucking on one, than the other. She soon had them both good and hard, and William's ministrations had her pussy dripping once again.

Just as she had taken turns, so did they...William fucked her first, as Alan watched. Then Alan took William's place, and had his way with her. Then the two of them kneeled on either side of her while she jacked them off. She reached up and fondled their balls, occasionally kissing and sucking their cocks, until they came all over her belly and breasts. She moaned and rubbed their seed into her skin, and fondled her pussy until she came as well.

Alan wiped up the mess, and pulled her on top of him. They were going to double fuck her again, and this time decided to trade places. She cast a worried glance at William's cock, as he was bigger than Alan, but by the time they had stroked her body until she was nearly melting, her worry dissipated. William went first, lubing her up and slowly invading her ass with his cock, spreading her cheeks wide to help her accommodate him.

She mewled as he began to thrust, and once she was used to his size, she nodded at Alan. He worked his way into her pussy, and she just about passed out at the pleasure they were giving her. As before, things began to get rough as they got worked up. William pulled out briefly to fetch his belt, and caught up Lily's arms, and held them behind her. He grabbed his belt, and tied her wrists together. Then he took the soft belt of the robe, and looped it under her arms, around her chest.

She cried out fearfully, but Alan soothed her, and helped her kneel up as William tugged on the belt. They held her suspended between them, and Alan played with her clit and stroked and kissed her tits, as William whispered filth in her ears, and assaulted her ass with his cock and his free hand. She was almost senseless at this point, a mass of pliable flesh that they fucked, stroked, suckled, and slapped. She came more times than she could count, and by the time the two men finally shot their cum inside of her, she was beyond exhausted.

And the men felt much the same way. They untied her, and held her against them as they all fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. The next morning they shared breakfast, and some languid lovemaking. Then sadly, it was finally time to go.

She happily exchanged her information with both of them, with the promise of getting together again soon. Alan, the romantic, sent her a bouquet of her namesake flowers. William, the dominant one, sent her a set of cuffs, and a blindfold. Both gifts were happily received, and enthusiastically used, but that's a story for another time.