I am a slut. A posh slut, but a slut nonetheless.
I live with my husband on a 40-acre estate. He was born into money, and despite my best attempts to spend it all, we still have more money than most people could boast. I feel immensely lucky to have married into this lifestyle, slut that I am.
In fairness, I think that might be the reason why he married me…
I spend my days meeting friends, going to the spa, and making sure that the estate is running smoothly. I do have help with that, of course, but my husband likes me to keep an eye on things, especially when it comes to the people who work for us. Not many people enjoy dealing with the workforce, but I adore checking up on them to see if everything’s okay. And checking them out to see if I think they’re okay. And by that, I mean checking out whether I’d want to fuck any of them.
My lovely husband is away a lot with work, sometimes for weeks at a time. We’ve been married for ten years now, very happily. He’s a bit older than me, but when we met, we really clicked. He said that I was the first woman he’d ever met whom he knew he couldn’t let go. I adored him from the start—especially as he seemed to revel in the fact that I am such a slut.
A little while ago, a deliciously sexy plan began to form in my mind as I was doing my usual rounds of the estate. I discussed it with my husband, who was totally on board with the idea, adding another titillating dimension to it all. The thought of me telling him how the plan worked outplayed over and over in my mind, soaking my pants as I went from kitchen to stable to garage in the following weeks.
In truth, I had considered the plan for a while before I told him. It was a gorgeous sexy secret I had devised, and it lived in my mind rent-free, thrusting its salacious little head between my legs at the most inappropriate times: at the gym, while shopping, at lunch, anywhere. It made me wet immediately and pounded at my pussy so insistently that no matter where I was, I had to find a quiet place to wank. My fingers stroking my throbbing clit and slipping in and out of my drenched cunt as quickly as possible, so I could rejoin lunch/shopping/whatever I’d been doing at that point. Sometimes it would steal up on me when I was alone, which meant that I could spend a wonderful hour spreadeagled on my enormous bed, naked and sweaty. Holes filled with toys, and my palms and fingertips sweeping gently over my swelling nipples as I gave myself up to the fantasy I was planning to make a reality.
And you know me. I’m the kind of woman who gets what she wants…
The kitchen, stable and garage yielded fruit for me in a way I could never have dreamed possible when I first came up with the idea. I assembled a team of three men to help me carry out my plan, one from each building that I explored.
Now whilst I am indeed a slut, and had spent ages fantasising about my plan and bringing it together. I knew that this amazing dream could only work in the real world with informed consent and lashings of seduction. So when I put my idea to the (exceptionally) hot guys in question, I ensured that they knew there was no obligation to accept my offer and that their jobs would be safe whether they agreed or declined. I also made sure that they were single as well as easy to look at. The other thing that was non-negotiable for me was their hands: they had to be broad, strong, and agile. During my ‘research’, I studied how they used their hands so I could imagine what they would look like on my heaving breasts, my trembling stomach—and of course, I had to see them use the tools of their trade before I decided whether I wanted them to slide their other tool into me.
So I spent time watching them work, visiting a few times and forging a warm connection with them. I wore clothes that made their eyes sparkle when we talked and always made sure there was a little bit of exposed flesh on show to keep them wanting more. I’m a beautiful woman with a flat stomach, tight ass and beautiful tits, and I could see that the guys struggled to keep their eyes from wandering. It made my pussy tighten and moisten. I was post sult sex on legs.
Obviously, I’m The Boss’s wife, so it was only when I invited them into the study for interview that I revealed The Plan in all its detail. That I was enlisting three willing, discreet men to participate in a sexual encounter with me—all at once. The guy from the kitchen and the groomsman looked a little bit taken aback at first, but the mechanic grinned at me as if he’d been expecting this all along. He was the one I wanted inside me; first, I decided.
And despite a brief moment of surprise from them initially, I’m delighted to say that all three of them were flattered and delighted to have been selected for interview.
When I say I ‘interviewed’ them, what I really mean is that I politely requested that each man take his clothes off while I ran my hand over their chest, down their taut stomach and over their already thickening cock. It helped that my bare boobs were revealed to them, and my other hand gently cupped their balls.
I had planned the tryst to the last detail, and all the guys were happy to follow it as planned. No man would touch another—this experience was to be all about me—and there would be no kissing of any kind. I loved the intimacy of kissing my husband, and it was important that he, and they, knew that. It meant that even as I told him the story of how I had been sucked and fucked relentlessly by strange men (and loved it), there was a place for us that only we knew.
I had envisaged The Plan being a one-off experience, one that would fulfil my sluttish desires once and for all. I mean, I know I’m a posh slut – sex is my mission, but there’d be no need to repeat it once we’d done it, would there?
I said this to my guys. The groomsman and the cook agreed… but the mechanic just looked me straight in the eye and smiled.
Maybe the mechanic knew me better than I knew myself in that moment, because yesterday was the fifth time that the four of us had got together in my husband’s study. I have to say that these meetings make my husband’s business trips much easier to bear for both of us, and I love hearing his breath thicken over the phone as I tell him all about it. Apparently, listening to me tell him what happens in his study when he’s away makes my husband’s business trips more enjoyable, so he tells me…
I took a seat, my body already quivering with anticipation beneath my black lingerie. I wore a red satin dressing gown and the set of pearls that my husband bought me for an anniversary present just so he knows that I’m thinking of him as I get taken by these three gorgeous men. They are no longer strangers, but I don’t really know them either or anything about their lives outside of this room. All I know is that they have lovely faces, amazing bodies and know how to fuck me—and that’s all I need.
So I sat back and was handed a dry vodka martini. I always smile as I take a sip, feeling the alcohol burn my throat as I swallow. I popped an olive into my mouth, which reminded me that something even more luscious was going to be in my mouth fairly soon.
Finishing the martini is like my ringing a bell—a signal to the men for my slut servicing to begin. And I couldn’t wait.
I wish I could adequately describe to you how delicious it all felt… a hand slid over the nape of my neck, down my shoulder and swept across my chest, the palm gently tracing the contours of my boobs through the black cups of my bustier. Electricity sizzled through me at the touch, especially when another, different hand appeared and joined in, gently pulling the gown from my shoulders.
My face was stroked tenderly, and as part of me sank into the utter pleasure of all the sensations, another part awakened, thrilling to the reality of what was happening.
I was surrounded by three naked men, and all of them were touching me. They stroked my thighs, my hair, and now started to play with my tits. A couple of erect cocks grazed my arms from time to time as they went to work on me. All of these men were here for me, ready to fulfil my every desire. My pussy quivered deep within me, and I sighed delightedly, my nipples hardening beneath their expert fingers.
I relaxed into their strong hands. A pair of them caressed my neck while the other two continued to cup me teasingly. I smiled up at them, kissing the hands and fingers—they all smelled different, of different lives, lives they had put on hold for a moment of sexual excitement with me.
I slipped two of the baker’s thick fingers into my soaking wet mouth before guiding it down to the gusset of my panties, my hands enjoying the feel of them pushing against my already swollen labia. The second time I put them in my mouth, I made sure they were nice and slick, and they slipped into my aching pussy with ease. The others had released my swelling breasts from their cups, my nipples tight and erect beneath their palms, and I moaned as the walls of my vagina tightened around the fingers inside it.
I couldn’t wait any longer. As a lover of cock, and the harder, the better, I began to suck on the baker’s erect dick as my pussy creamed onto the groom, who was fingering me and playing with my clit just the way I taught him.
It’s a truly wonderful sight to see: the moving arm of a man who knows how to finger-fuck you while your nipples are getting stretched by two others. I felt close to orgasm but didn’t want this moment to end. My moans of pleasure resounded in my ears, and I revelled in the fact that the men were obediently keeping silent, so I could bask in my own physical responses to them. My plan. My boy toys. My hardening tits. My tightening, wet snatch. My heart pounding. The moans of a cock-hungry slut, who wants more sex.
The guys knew I was close, and they knew what to do. The groom and the baker leaned against my husband’s desk, dicks standing at attention and ready for me to suck. I rose from my chair, so I could lap at each one in turn, grasping them in my hands and stroking their bollocks before I sank back down and filled my hole with the mechanic’s huge shaft.
Now that there was a hard cock wedged in my wet pussy, I really started to enjoy myself. I rode that penis hard, undulating and writhing on it, sliding myself up and down it hungrily. I wanted to devour every inch of it with my insatiable, drooling pussy, and I could feel it thickening inside me as I gyrated on it. Ground myself on it.
And I still had two other cocks in my hands, my demanding palms closed over the hot, hard erections. I had three hard-ons under my control, and the realisation of that made my head spin and my mouth water. All these cocks, just for me. It was a thrill like no other. I gobbled one of the cocks down my throat, barely savouring the taste of its glistening tip. I was so hungry for it.
I mean, can you imagine? A well-to-do lady like me, married to an upstanding member of the community, gorging herself on two hard dicks while she gets fucked by a third? Because that’s what was happening. I alternated between sucking off the two strangers now, so delirious with lust that I couldn’t choose which one to have in my mouth first.
The groomsman tore himself away from my mouth, and in what seemed like one movement, the mechanic slipped out of me, leaving my cunt feeling empty and desperate for more. Gently but forcefully, the groom pushed me forward, and I found myself splayed on the desk on my hands and knees to take another cock in my hole. I thought of my husband as the groom began to slip in and out of my wet vaj. How turned on, he would be as I told him what had happened. How turned on I would be, describing the whole delicious experience, knowing he was rubbing himself as I breathed every detail into his ear. I took the baker’s tool in my mouth again, giving myself up to the two cocks ramming me from either end.
I knew that I couldn’t last much longer, and again, the baker knew this. How lucky I was to have recruited such gorgeous men who genuinely paid attention to how I was feeling, how I was responding. I had released his cock and laid myself out on the desk, arms outstretched, my arse up in the air to make sure I took every inch that the groom was thrusting into me. I pressed my chest into the desk, the cool dark wood inflaming my breasts. The baker sat at the far end of the table, taking my hands in his. His eyes burned into my face, watching my expression change as I felt the waves of an orgasm begin to lap through me. The groom didn’t stop grinding his cock into me. I clenched and shook on him, steadied by the hands of the baker and the mechanic, who was tenderly caressing my back as the waves crashed and ebbed away.
The groom was still inside me, still fucking me, as I turned onto my back. I spread my legs wide for him, all semblance of classiness gone. I feel loose, satisfied, but not yet quite fulfilled in my sluttish mission—to be completely undone by these men, to show my slut side in the most obvious, and hot, way possible.
The groom pulled out of me momentarily, but only to rub his penis up and down my wet pussy from clit to hole before entering me again. He knew how to tease, and I immediately felt that I would come again, especially as I was sucking off the mechanic and jerking the baker off at the same time. It made my heart sing. I was surrounded by men. I was engaged in sex in every way that my body could be, and my body began to convulse in pleasure and pride at how dirty I was, how much pleasure I could take, how much pleasure I could give. My orgasm was vast, and I moaned, and I jerked and undulated as I rode the tremors of lust that were being set off from my pussy and exploding all over my body.
And then, it was time for the part I enjoyed the most. I lay back, my chest heaving.
The mechanic had his cock in his hand. It moved so fast over the glans of his penis that it was almost a blur. I was mesmerised, and suddenly he spurted hot cum all over my tits. I loved the sensation of it splashing on me and running down my boobs in warm rivulets, but I’d no sooner relished the sight of this when the baker was going off, too—this time in my mouth. Again, it was warm, it was thick, and it trickled off my tongue onto the side of my cheek. I circled my tongue over my lips, smearing more into my mouth, wanting more to taste.
The groom had taken himself in hand now, and for the first time today, I heard a male voice grunt as he came all over my belly. It sounded and felt amazing, especially when I felt it running around my engorged clit and down between the lips of my fanny. When a few drops reached the edge of my hole, I nearly came again myself.
I was in a reverie. I heard the men carefully step away.
I mean, what fun. Can you imagine how I must have looked lying there, outstretched on my husband’s desk, legs splayed wide open and drenched in cum? Three strangers fucking me, sucking me, cumming on me? How outrageous, how absolutely immoral and filthy.
How fucking exciting. And hot.
My pussy gave me a delicious after-tremor as I basked alone in satisfied pleasure. I felt truly fulfilled… until the craving for the next time grew inside me, as I knew it would.
Slut that I am.
The End

Finally, it was her turn. She sat back and stared at her conquest. A beautiful male specimen, whose name she didn’t know, and didn’t care to learn. Just perfect. He would represent all of the men who had done her wrong. She would have her way with him, as many times as she liked. There was nothing he could do about it—not being blindfolded and tied to a chair, naked in her flat. It was her BDSM sex fantasy.
She ran her hands over her body, and between her legs. She was already aroused just thinking about what she was about to do to him…
For years she had been the one to never get what she truly wanted—from always being the bridesmaid and never the bride, to a long string of boyfriends that constantly let her down. Now it was work. She had been passed over for a promotion by her jerk of a boss for some supposed hotshot executive from another office.
No more. Not this time. She was getting what was due to her.
Maybe it was the four vodka martinis she put down before he arrived at the bar. Maybe it was the fact that she had simply had it once and for all, and it was time to get her share. It didn’t matter. When he walked in she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted a night with a complete stranger, and she wanted it her way.
He was hunky. Not just muscular and good-looking, he had something else. He had swagger. Enough swagger that as soon as he walked in no less than three women approached him.
“Over my dead body,” she commented to herself.
Setting her drink aside she made her way over to him. Stepping her tall, red-headed figure in front of a tiny blonde, their eyes met. She knew he was interested, she could tell.
“Buy me a drink?”
She asked, but it was more of a command. He slipped some cash from his pocket and signaled for the bartender as the blonde stormed off. Five martinis in one evening might be a little much, but she didn’t plan on drinking this one. Not if things went as planned.
“Thank you,” she replied when the drinks arrived. “I was waiting for you to get here all night.”
He smiled. It was a pretty funny line, she thought to herself. Except she wasn’t here to make small talk.
“Here’s the deal. Tonight is your lucky night. Tonight you’re coming home with me.”
His eyebrows rose. She knew she had him lured… now it was time to reel him in.
“This is how it’s going to work. I live a few blocks away. I’m going to tell my girlfriends I’m getting an Uber home, and you’ll meet me outside. I don’t want you to say a word the entire time. You talk, and it’s all over. Got it?”
His eyes roamed her up and down. She felt her skin flush under her short black dress as he mentally undressed her. She glanced over his shoulder toward her friends. So far they hadn’t paid her any attention. She reached out and placed her hand on his arm, feeling his biceps through his tight shirt. God, she was already so wet.
“Please, just give me this one,” she begged quietly to herself.
He slowly nodded.
She stood up and rejoined her friends. “Well, I’m calling it a night ladies. Got an Uber on the way.”
“Already? The night’s barely started,” her girlfriend protested.
“Yeah, well, after today I don’t feel much like partying.”
Her friend’s eyes immediately softened. “Oh, I’m sorry. Sucks about that promotion. Text us when you’re home?”
“Always.” She turned and quickly departed, before she lost her nerve.
Despite the four drinks she was immediately sober the moment the chilly wind outside hit her cheeks. She looked back and forth, her heart climbing into her throat for a moment not finding him. Then she saw him. He was standing halfway down the block.
She approached with as much confidence she could muster. “Shall we?”
She linked her arm in his and led him the few blocks to her flat. Her heels clicked on the quiet sidewalks, his breathing the only other sound in the crisp evening air. He hadn’t said a word yet, just as she asked. “Could this really work?” she asked herself.
Her hands shook slightly as they took the few steps up to her flat and she turned the key in her lock, thinking how reckless her behavior was. Her roommate was away on a business trip, and no one knew she had taken a guy home—not that her friends would’ve even believed her if she told him her plan. She was never one to sleep with someone she just met.
“That’s okay,” she told herself. “Tonight is your night. Everything will be just fine.” Her inner guidance had never let her down, and there was nothing at all worrisome about the beautiful boy standing beside her.
“Besides,” she thought as she opened the door. “Once I have him where I want him, there will be nothing he can do to harm me.”
~
They entered her flat and she put on all the lights until it was bright as day. She immediately felt safer.
“Just double checking my roommate isn’t home,” she lied.
She moved into the living room, her man following behind her. She thought about asking his name, but didn’t see the point. She wanted to know nothing about him. She didn’t care what he did for a living, or if he had any money, or if he went to Oxford. She only wanted him for one thing… she just hoped he would be okay with that one thing.
She slipped a chair out from under her desk and placed it in the middle of the room next to her dining table.
“Sit,” she instructed.
He gave her a brief look, and then did as she asked. She went over her nightstand and slipped out a silk tie her ex had used on her once. She returned to the chair and held it in front of him. Was he really going to let her tie him up?
In response he lowered his arms to the back of the chair, then crossed them at the wrists. She bent down and secured his arms behind the chair. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down his pants, then retrieved a blindfold from her nightstand. She walked back and held it in front of his face. He nodded again. She pulled it over his eyes, then stood back and admired her handiwork. The knots weren’t tight enough to really hold him, but they would do.
“Well, that was easy,” she thought. “Maybe I should’ve been doing this to all my dates.”
She quickly texted her friends she was home safe, and then tossed her phone aside. Finally, it was her turn to get what she deserved.
~
A bowl of strawberries called to her. She grabbed them from the fridge, her hips swaying lightly as she carried them back to her man. She plucked one from the bowl, dangling it in front of his blindfolded face.
“Open up,” she whispered, pushing the succulent fruit towards him. She teased the strawberry around his lips, drawing her long fingers through his coarse beard as he bit down and took it in his mouth, making a small grunt as he chewed it between his lips.
“Very satisfying,” she thought to herself.
She offered him another, this time dragging her fingers down his neck, over his chest. She set the bowl aside, and dragged those same nails over his bare thighs. She ran her hands up his legs, teasing him, and teasing herself at the same time.
She moved around to his back. She stripped his shirt from his shoulders, and began caressing his neck. She stretched her hands down the front of his long chest, dragging her nails over his hot skin, and over his hard nipples. She titillated him with her slow movements, massaging his shoulders and stroking his beard softly, taking her time, enjoying her treat.
She sat back on the table beside him and stepped her high-heeled leg onto his thigh. Dragging the long spiked heel of her black pumps across his body, she spread her legs over him. She balanced one leg on his shoulder while she spread her legs farther apart, dipping her fingers inside her panties, softly touching herself where she longed to feel him inside of her.
She slid from the table and surveyed her man. She could tell he was hard under his white cotton shirt that loosely covered his cock. It was time to use that hardness for her pleasure. She slapped him lightly across the thigh as she peeled back his shirt and bent down beside him, a subtle reminder she was in complete control. She took hold of his manhood, enjoying the texture and heavy feel of his long, thick cock. She kissed down the sides of his stomach, then took him in her mouth.
He moaned. She knew he was desperate to free his arms from his restraints, but she wasn’t going to allow it. She took him deeper in her mouth, sucking on him, letting the slurping sounds of her lips on him echo in the room. All the while her toy kept perfectly silent. She sucked him hard and fast, licking down the sides of his shaft, drawing him into her mouth with delicious ease.
Her arousal grew. She needed more.
She stood up and peeled off her tiny pair of panties, then tossed them to the floor. She hiked up her dress and straddled him. She stroked his cock a few more time, then kissed him. He moaned beneath the blindfold. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her arms extended over his shoulders, holding onto the back of his chair as she lowered herself down onto this complete stranger.
“God you’re being bad,” she told herself. She didn’t care. She wanted him… more than she had wanted anything or anyone in a long time.
~
She lowered her body onto his thick shaft, taking him between her lips. He was large. So much larger than she expected. She felt herself spreading open to accept his girth. She ground her hips down on him, squeezing her breasts as her long, red hair fell around her face.
He started to talk.
“Oh no, don’t you dare,” she chided.
She gathered up her dress and stuffed it into his mouth. Much better.
She continued grinding her body on him. She could feel herself getting wetter by the moment, his thickness surpassing anything she previous had experienced. He was so long, and so hard. She loved the feeling of him inside her. Already she knew it would hurt when he left. There was nothing to be done about that. When it was over it was, “Out the door, love.” As mysteriously as he had entered her life, he would vanish.
But not yet. She wasn’t nearly done with him.
She slowed down for a moment, dragging her hands across his chest and down his perfect body. She turned now so she was facing away from him, her dress falling from his mouth and down her body, exposing her breasts. Her black pumps pressed into the hardwood floor as she ground down on top of him. She cried out, not caring if he heard how aroused she was. It didn’t matter. What was he going to do? He was tied up.
She shifted her pelvis. Down she moved on him, twisting her hips, his long cock hitting her front wall in just the right spot with each downward thrust. She took hold of his thighs. Around and around her hips moved, her weekly dance classes finally being put to good use. She was driving herself wild with pleasure. She was in pure heaven.
If only it could last.
She stood up and turned to face him. She straddled him, pulling her legs up onto the chair as she rode him to her climax. She called out, her orgasm washing over her in a delicious wave of pure pleasure. She held onto him as she caught her breath. He still didn’t make a sound.
“I think it’s your turn,” she finally whispered to him.
She climbed off his lap and knelt beside him. Taking his thick cock back into her hands she stroked him gently, pumping him up and down until she watched his beautiful cock twitch and he came onto his stomach.
She smiled, watching her complete stranger catching his breath under the blindfold. She walked back over to the table and popped a strawberry in her mouth. Her adventure was complete. As promised, she kissed him, and sent him on his way, without a word.
~
The next morning she awoke. For a moment she thought it had all been a dream, but her slight headache and her clothes strewn about the room brought it all back. She smiled to herself as she stretched her long legs out in her bed. She had done it. She had finally treated herself to something she deserved.
She made her way to the kitchen, casually sipping her morning coffee when she glanced at the clock.
“Oh shit.” She had completely forgotten the new executive was starting this morning. She grabbed her purse and dashed off, pulling on her heels and she flew out the door.
Somehow, she made it to the office on time. Her supervisor was walking down the hall just as she sat down at her desk. She flipped open her laptop and quickly opened a few emails.
“Oh, there you are—I just wanted to introduce you to Trevor. He will be the new executive on the team.”
She looked up, and froze. Her heart leapt into her chest. It was him. The well-dressed hunk in the Armani suit standing directly in front of her was her man from last night.
Trevor smiled, his outstretched hand suspended in the air before her. It had to be a dream. It had to be. She tentatively reached up and shook his hand.
“Uh, nice to meet you, Trevor.”
The twinkle in his smile said it all. She stared at him, unable to pull her eyes away. Her supervisor gave her an odd look, then continued.
“Well, anyway, I’ll let you two at it. She’ll show you the ropes, Trevor. Just don’t let her tie you up all day.”
Trevor grinned. “Oh, I don’t mind… in fact, I like being tied up every now and then.”
Her supervisor shook his head again as he walked away. “Whatever. Just get me the presentation by this afternoon, or I’ll rethink giving you the promotion instead of her.”
Trevor’s smile remained on his face.
“So, do you happen know anywhere a guy who is new in town can get a drink around here?”
They stared at each other. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was the most ridiculous coincidence ever to happen to her. It didn’t matter. She felt the immeasurable confidence from the previous night return.
“No,” she smiled. “But I do know a great farm stand where they have some lovely strawberries.”
He grinned. “Even better.”
ENDS

Desire, that delicious tormentor, had plagued my dreams the entire night before, teasing me with the sensation of moist lips suckling my peaked nipples while deft fingers delved wantonly into the aching softness of my cleft. Fingers, lips and tongue massaging and pleasuring my flesh… pussy licking… there was only one whom my mind could confidently conjure as the master over my body, the only person who could leave me quivering and panting for more…
As I pillaged through drawer after drawer an idea began to dawn, one I was certain would please in more ways than one. With a mischievous smile, I pulled out a pair of hold-ups and a matching bra and panty set, my favourite set that I owned by far. I slowly pulled the delicate fabric up my legs before slipping the flesh coloured panties firmly into place, my fingers smoothing down the black lace of my brassiere as I settled it comfortably around the soft curve of my breasts. I ran the palm of my hand lightly across my nipples, teasing them into peaked buds while I ran my freed fingers down the soft skin of my inner thigh, the promise of plump lips and the touch of a talented tongue filling my body with an aching need I suspected I would not be able to ignore…
With my hands thoroughly coated in flour I determinedly laid the dough out across the surface of the kitchen island, my fingers sinking in as I began to master it with as much enthusiasm as an admittedly novice in the kitchen could muster. I picked up the dough and slapped it back down atop the table, my fingers kneading forcefully into it as I repeated the process over and over again. My mind began to wander as I worked, each smack of my palm against the dough and knead of my fingers teasing from my memory the sharp sound of a palm connecting with my upraised buttock with a resounding smack! followed closely by the feeling of fingertips massaging my reddened skin and a soothing kiss from my lover’s lips as I whimpered helplessly against the pain…
I inhaled sharply as I felt my body responding to the images my memories and stories stubbornly coaxed forward, my pussy swelling wetly with suppressed desire as I battled desperately against where my urges wished for my fingers to go the most… Pulling back with a curse I aggressively began to knead and twist the dough once more in an attempt to stay focused on the task at hand. I bit into my lower lip and stoically tried to steady my concentration, but try as I might I could not stave off the succulent phantom sensation of my lover’s mouth buried deeply between my thighs, sucking and licking my clit while I ground wantonly into the pleasurable pressure with abandon…
“Oh god I can’t stand this,” I moaned helplessly, my eyes squeezing tightly shut as I felt any control I had managed to hold onto slipping away. Finally, with a groan I gave in to the pleasure, my breath expelling in panting gasps as I brought one flour-covered finger to my lips. I suckled it and ran my tongue up and down its length while my freed hand slowly caressed the curve of my exposed buttock. I then pulled my soaked panties down my legs and bent over at the waist, my wet finger trailing downward to caress my feverish flesh with one stroke starting from the bottom of my slit before brushing lightly across my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my legs shaking as I frantically kicked off my slippers and placed my panties on top of them.
I ran my finger effortlessly up and down my slit, teasing my body with touches that were frustratingly light and just not quite firm enough to satisfy. I tempted myself, again and again, my eyelids heavy with pleasure as an idea began to take shape. My lips curved once again into a naughty smile and I found myself ever so carefully climbing onto the island. I carefully lowered my buttock into the dough, settling myself into the softness as I eagerly leaned back and spread my legs apart atop the table.
One finger soon became two as I began to pleasure myself once again, my fingers becoming my lover’s as I slid them back and forth across my slick skin. I was so wet, so incredibly swollen with lust that I felt almost wild with the need for release. My pelvis moved in harmony with my hand as I moved it back and forth across my lips, mewling moans escaping from my mouth as I rocked myself forward and back and ground myself into the dough beneath me. I leaned my head back and pressed the tip of a finger slightly in and out of my body, tendrils of electric heat pulsating upward as I stroked my cleft in unison.
As a strangled moan escaped from my throat my eyes fluttered open, the hour of the day catching my attention and reminding me of just how soon my special guest would arrive. Summoning my dwindling resolve I managed to convince myself to climb back down to the floor. Inhaling deeply I released the strings of my suddenly much too confining apron and picked up the nearby rolling pin. I began to move it back and forth across the dough, my core clenching with frustration as I tried to focus more on the meal that in all honesty probably should have been finished some time ago. As I flattened the dough beneath the pin my cleft happened to briefly brush against the smooth corner of the table, and that light touch sent shivers of desire outward into every inch of my skin.
I pressed myself back against the table once more until my focus settled back onto the rolling pin. I lifted it closer to my face and studied it carefully before pressing it against my lips. I flicked my tongue across its smooth surface tentatively as I imagined it handled confidentially in every meal the one whose touch I craved the most needed its aid in creating. With this thought in my mind, I ran the back of my tongue up the pin’s smooth surface before circling further upward. I suckled one of its tips firmly between my lips as I pushed one of our kitchen stools up against the door of our cabinets before settling comfortably upon it.
I leaned my back carefully against the cabinet doors and pressed the middle of the pin tentatively against my aching cleft. With exquisite slowness, I ran the pin up and down my quivering flesh, pleasure radiating ever outward with each press of the pin against my skin. I panted heavily as I partially pulled down the left cup of my bra, freeing my breast in the process. I cupped my breast within my palm as I continued to pleasure myself with the pin, my eyes rolling back with delight as I brushed my fingertips across my nipple until it pebbled beneath my touch.
I kneaded my breast and traced the outline of my nipple with my finger while I stroked the pin back and forth, back and forth, my arousal heating it with a wet embrace. I groaned deeply as I worked my hips in unison, thrusting them forward and back enthusiastically with each delicious caress of the pin between my thighs. I was so wet, so insatiably aroused, the entire breadth of my body entirely focused on the need for orgasmic release.
As I sat there with my legs invitingly open and my back pressed so firmly into the cabinet behind me the fingers around my breast faded away and instead became the lips of my lover, sucking and pulling at my nipple with enthusiastic abandon, while the pin took on the shape of a certain pair of hands, holding my pink lips open with one while the other circled and brushed over my clit with agonizing precision. My breaths became heavier than before as I felt my control beginning to slip, the soaked pin gliding effortlessly across my folds upward and back as I imagined being salaciously surrounded, this time mastering the pin while continuously playing with the peaked bud of my exposed breast…until with a deep, drawn-out moan I finally let myself go, my orgasm suddenly seizing complete control over my body.
“Oh god, oh god…” I groaned over and over again, my back bowing and my hips bucking helplessly against the rolling pin as succulent sensation washed through every nerve ending hidden within my skin. I keep my balance as best I could, rational thought drowning beneath the weight of my orgasm. It completely possessed me, washing over me with wave after wave of pleasure that forced wordless cries from my throat and wanton thrusts from my hips. I gave myself over to the power of it so that when it eventually began to recede I found myself sagging in my seat with satisfied exhaustion, my heart beats descending back into a calm rhythm once again.
With an indulgent smile, I leisurely stretched and made my way over to the oven, my mind in a delicious haze of sexual satisfaction as I preheated it before heading back to the kitchen island. I felt languid and relaxed as I added the final touches to the pizza, a few pieces here and there I tasted before situating them on top. Once the oven was ready I slipped the pizza inside, and as I stepped away my mobile phone began to buzz nearby. “Hello sweetie,” I purred into the phone, ignoring the curious answer in response to the tone of my voice by simply saying that I had prepared a special treat for dinner. The occupant of all my feverish fantasies was only a few blocks away and would arrive home soon, so after hanging up I settled myself comfortably onto our sofa.
I giggled to myself as I heard a muffled clang and curse from outside, not surprised at all by the clumsiness on the other side of the door. Once I could discern the jingling of keys in the lock I stood up, waiting expectantly as my lover opened up of the door and with a gasp of surprise let her purse fall to the floor. She took in my undressed state, her eyes wide as I strode forward and sunk my hands into her blonde curls. I pulled her into me and pressed my mouth into her’s with a forceful kiss, plunging my tongue inside while I grabbed her right hand and pressed it firmly into my moistened cleft. I swivelled my hips against her fingers and ran a hand down her knee-length skirt before nipping her neck and whispering heatedly into her ear, “Dinner will be ready soon, but I think just this once dessert should come first…”
THE END

The jazz band croons in the background of another mundane cocktail party. It’s all part of the job of the assistant – attend the same parties, see the same faces. I still had to remind my boss who was who and now he has disappeared to network; to be ‘seduced’ by those in attendance who fail to see past the multiple university degrees and three-piece Prada suit.
I drain the last of my vodka martini and head to the pre-paid bar for another. I stop in my tracks when I feel eyes on me. I scan the hall to find them and my gaze locks with the most successful and influential man in the room. He too has multiple university degrees, countless titles after his name and his powerful body is encased in a tailor-made black suit that makes me weak at the knees. But it isn’t the education, the name or the three-piece that I’m thinking about. No; as his enchanting eyes take in my body, sheathed in a gold and black short tasselled dress and his mouth curls up into a satisfied smile, it’s the mind-blowing sex and the physical prowess I know he possesses that makes me lick my lips and sway on my feet. He’s a walking sex fantasy, dark, powerful, rich.
He nods and tips his glass to me and turns back to the crowd surrounding him, waiting for him to charm them.
I stay long past my contracted three-hour attendance to watch the man, who is twelve years my senior, dominate the party with his charm, wit and knowledge that extends far past his area of expertise.
He hasn’t looked back at me once, so I drain the last drop of my vodka martini and leave the party.
The lift opens and I step inside, illuminating the button for my floor. A large hand comes out to stop the doors closing and he joins me inside, casting an appreciative look from my heel clad feet to the dark silky hair that frames my face. He presses the button for his floor and opens his mouth to speak but I silence him with my lips on his, something I’ve fantasised about doing for a long time. One of the straps of my dress falls from my shoulder, exposing the milky white skin of my breast and the rosy nipple that aches to be touched. He obliges, nuzzling my flesh, and butterfly kisses over my hard areola.
The lift sounds and I gasp at the thought of being caught having lift sex with my back against the wall and his hands fisting my dress. We’re on my floor and he looks down at me with eyes that call to my lowered inhibitions and command me to stay. I say nothing as the doors close and he pulls me flush against him as the lift continues its ascent. Our lips collide, our mouths roam, our breaths come in short bursts as he grows hard between us and the anticipation climbs with the lift.
The lift arrives on his floor and we roll out; his hands are everywhere as he backs me towards the wall. I drop my bag and shove my hands into his jacket as he crashed his lips to mine. His tongue snakes out between my parted lips and my heart hammers in my chest as he devours my mouth. I slide his jacket down his arms and it joins my bag on the floor. He curls his hands around the straps of my dress and tugs them down, allowing my heavy tits to spring free. A growl erupts from deep in his throat; my dress pools at my feet and my arousal trickles from my drenched cleft as I step out of my shoes and dress. I hear his sharp intake and gasp as he moves down my body and catches a glimpse of my nipples; hard, pink buds crying out for attention. He dips his head and presses kisses to the valley between my breasts, his tongue swirling over my nipples; his hot mouth brings them to peak as the perspiration gathers on my skin and the torrent of burning desire builds in the depths of my core. A heart-stopping smirk plays on his lips and my breath stops when he pins my hands to the wall above my head. Holding me where he wants me, his hard length against my stomach, he assaults my mouth once more and I taste the sweet salt of my flesh on his tongue. A sigh escapes my lips as he moves down my body, leaving my mouth swollen and deliciously attacked. My eyes roll back when I hear his stubble scrape against the material concealing my soaked pussy. He kisses me through the lace, inhaling my scent, evidence of my arousal as an inferno of heat pools in my stomach.
He stands up quickly and thrusts his hand into my pants; I grip his shoulder and my jaw falls slack as he circles my clit, coating my swollen labia with slick heat. I cry out as he plunges two fingers into me and I buck away from the wall, but he holds me in place. His mouth is on mine, swallowing my moans as dexterous fingers fuck me hard and rough. His thumb coaxes my clit to swell, his fingers scissoring, stretching. My body is climbing, my head spins and I clutch his shoulder harder, squeeze his fingers harder and grind against his hand.
Another growl vibrates through him; he slips out of me and rough hands turn me around. He holds his hand to the back of my neck and bends me over the chair next to us; the cold leather against my hypersensitive nipples and the creak as my hips hit the arm make me shudder and I feel the effect trickle down my thighs. With one hand still on my neck, he tugs my pants down to my thighs and opens my legs with his knee. I prepare myself as I hear the unbuckling of his belt and the zip on his trousers, for the primal fucking I’ve craved since I first laid eyes on him. I swallow hard when I feel the tip of him against the entrance of my throbbing pussy, and keen softly as he teases me, stroking his engorged head over my lips.
A drawn-out moan escapes as I reach behind me, curl my hand around his gloriously thick shaft and push against him as he eases into me. He moves slowly and the sharp bite of pain as he fills me completely sends my body climbing instantly. He picks up speed, gripping my hips and pounds into me. My tits bounce every time flesh hits flesh and I take one in my hand, rolling my nipple between my fingers. I catch sight of a petite woman in the mirror behind the chair. Her eyes sparkle with lust, her lips are parted to accommodate short breaths and a moan every time she is thrust forward by the powerful man fucking her sweetly from behind. The woman in the reflection is me, and my skin is flushed and glistening with sweat, my breath catches as his balls hit my clit, swelling the nub until the need to touch and bring myself to orgasm is unbearable. I watch as the reflection throws her head back and cries a hedonistic cry of primal bliss. He curls over me, his thrusts short and fast, and covers my mouth with his hand to soften my moans; I smell myself on his fingers and my vision blurs with want. My body is coiled tight as he expertly fucks me to the edge of oblivion over and over, slowing when I’m about to explode and I growl my frustration into his hand. I feel his balls tightening, the tension in his abs, his legs shaking as his relentless pace takes its toll.
He wraps his arms around me and stills, his thick, hot cock pulsing against my swollen vaginal walls and slides out. I sigh as I feel every long hard inch slip out of me and groan as another orgasm dwindles to a dull, aching desperation.
He stands me up, turns me and presses me back against the wall. His chest heaves beneath his shirt and his eyes burn. He licks his lips as he gazes hungrily at my flushed skin, aching tits and the moisture glistening between my legs. He drops to his knees, taking my drenched pants with him and impatiently tears them from my feet. I see his cock bobbing under its weight as he grips the back of my knees. My body quivers and the blood roars in my ears as he buries his face between my legs and laps up what my pussy gives him; but his feasting is short and torturous, keeping me on the edge. He lifts my leg onto the arm of the chair, opening me up to him and an appreciative groan leaves through gritted teeth. His eyes darken as he rises slowly, his straining cock sliding between my legs and into where I ache for him with ease. I wrap my arms around him; I need this. I need to come. I need him to make me come. My back is against the wall, pinned by him as he plunges into me and I lose myself. I feel every inch, every stroke, every collision of his flesh against mine and I’m powerless to stop the coiling and tightening. I’m desperate for release. I dig my nails into his shoulders and my body shudders as I fall, coming violently and riding the crest of every wave he sends crashing over me, and my leg falls languidly from the chair. I’m satisfied and breathless as he sits me down on the arm of the chair, pulls out of me and wraps his hand around his cock, working his shaft with fervour. I lean forward and cup his balls, rolling them deftly in my hand as they tighten and the head of his cock swells. He hisses through his teeth, his body jerks and he stills as he spurts thick, hot cum over me. He squeezes my shoulder as he pumps every drop over my chest. It drips over my breasts and coats my nipples, dripping onto my leg. He sighs and rests his forehead against mine and we afford a few seconds to come down from the high.
He takes a final deep breath, grabs my hand and pulls me through the corridor. We fill the hallway with laughter; from the thrill, from satisfaction and with the anticipation of what’s to come.
THE END

What does Jan want from me? And what do I want from him? I am standing by his bed, my arms stretched out above me, BDSM style, suspended from ropes that loop around my wrists. His hands and mouth have explored my body; tantalising and arousing, teasing and pleasing. My skin is still tingling, my nipples still taut. My pussy has been pleasured to orgasm, but there is still a yearning ache between my legs. Surely he won’t leave me in this state, only partially satisfied? Why hasn’t he fucked me? Is he bored? Has he lost interest? Such stupid questions. The bulge in his pants is evidence enough of his desire. He is still teasing me. He knows I want his mouth on mine, his cock to fill me. Should I leave? Perhaps I should. Perhaps I need to show him who has the real control. And yet, there he sits, silently watching me, with those intense eyes, with that same, self-assured, confident look that first attracted me six months ago. I need to be fucked.
And yet, there he sits, silently watching me, with those intense eyes, with that same, self-assured, confident look that first attracted me six months ago. I need to be fucked.
I work for my father in a small construction company. Three years ago, after I’d finished my accounting and finance degree, he took me on as a trainee manager. I loved the banter and the friendly atmosphere and I quickly settled in.
Six months ago we advertised for a foreman. Jan was one of the applicants. When he walked into the office I felt an instant attraction. He was lean and muscular and had an unmistakably masculine presence. His eyes were particularly attractive; there was an alluring intensity about them. The first time he looked at me I felt as though he’d seen into my soul.
We interviewed Jan and he got the job. He had excellent qualifications and proved to be a very competent and hard working foreman. He was his own man.
Once or twice a week, Jan would come to the office to update my father and talk about any work problems. Technically, I was his boss and I would often sit in on these meetings. I looked forward to his visits. The meetings were usually short, Jan didn’t waste words, he always got straight to the point. I loved listening to the deep tone of his voice, which was enhanced by an attractive Polish accent. When I visited the sites with my father, to check on work, it was apparent that Jan had the respect of the men he supervised. I saw glimpses of a sense of humour, a playfulness that wasn’t there when he spoke to me, although he was always polite and respectful. This irritated me. I wanted his attention.
I made several attempts to engage him in more than just superficial conversation but I didn’t get anywhere. Eventually, I gave up. I began to feel an animosity toward him, which I tried to keep in check. I knew I was being irrational.
It was last week that the situation changed. I was sitting at my desk, on a Friday afternoon, sorting out an admin problem, when an e-mail came in from a friend of mine. She’d often attach an interesting picture to the e-mail. I clicked on the attachment and the screen filled with a picture of a woman on a leash. She was on all fours fellating a man in a dinner suit. From the background it appeared as though they were at a sophisticated party. It was a very sexy picture. I studied it for a while but had to minimise the picture when Jan unexpectedly came into the office. We made brief, polite conversation before he queried the location of a new job his gang would be starting the following week.
‘Where is it?’ he asked.
‘Hold on,’ I said, typing the address into the computer. As I typed, he came and stood behind me. I felt myself tense a little. As a map appeared he bent down to examine the screen and I could smell his masculine aroma and feel his warm breath on my neck. It unsettled me ‘Oh, I know where that is,’ he said. ‘Have you got the telephone number?’
Distracted by the deep, mellow vibration of his voice I inadvertently clicked on the minimised image my friend had sent. I sat, frozen with embarrassment, as a picture of a woman on a leash, greedily fellating a man in a dinner suit, filled the screen. There was a sickening silence. Jan was still behind me so I couldn’t see his reaction. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I muttered a hurried apology and went to click it off but I felt his hand on top of mine. ‘No, don’t get rid of it. It’s a beautiful picture.’ His voice was gentle but firm. ‘Do you like it?’
‘A friend sent it to me as a practical joke,’ I explained, weakly.
‘But do you like it?’ he repeated.
‘I’m not sure.’
‘I do,’ he said. ‘It’s very arousing I love the look on her face. That’s the look of an uninhibited woman who enjoys sex. It’s very erotic.’He gave me a kindly smile but his eyes bore into me.
‘There’s a theory that people who have a lot of responsibility and power in their personal lives enjoy the release that this type of submission brings. Do you think that’s the case?’
‘I’m not sure,’ I said, repeating myself. I sounded dull and priggish and I felt horribly flustered. I clicked off the picture and Jan, aware that this was a signal for the conversation to stop, shrugged his shoulders and stood up.
‘Okay, I have all the details I need. I’ll call you up on Monday and let you know if there are any problems.’ He walked to the door and paused. ‘Let me know if you get any more pictures like that. I find them very sexy.’ He smiled. It was a sincere, friendly smile and he left me feeling vulnerable and inexplicably aroused.
I didn’t see or hear from Jan all week. And then, on the Friday afternoon, he walked into the office and put an envelope on the desk.‘What’s that?’ I asked.
‘What’s that?’ I asked.
‘Instructions,’ he said.
‘Instructions for what?’
‘Instructions for a beautiful experience.’ He turned and walked out of the office, but just as he reached the door he turned back and looked at me with those intense eyes. ‘It’s up to you,’ he said, with that delicious accent. Then he left.
I opened the envelope and took out a piece of folded paper. It read:
‘Tomorrow. Ten o’clock. Fifteen B Compton Street. Further instructions will be taped to the door. Wear a dress and some pretty lingerie. Think of the picture.’
There was a key in the envelope.
I was outraged. How dare he treat me with such disrespect? I felt embarrassed, the picture had obviously given him the wrong idea about me. But I was also intrigued. I had to admit that I fancied him like mad. And what if I didn’t show up? That would be a slap in the face and he’d probably never bother with me again. But what was he planning? Why had he alluded to the picture? I felt aroused and excited. Later that evening I texted the friend who had sent me the picture, telling her about the letter. She replied: ‘Just do it!’
I decided to take a chance and having made the decision I was filled with an exhilarating sense of adventure. The following morning I got up, had a long, relaxing bath and picked out a suitable dress. I put on a pair of lacy briefs, suspenders and stockings and decided to go braless. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt such excitement.
I arrived at the address dead on ten. It was a large, Edwardian building that had been converted into flats. I let myself into the main entrance and walked, apprehensively, up a wide set of stairs until I reached flat B. An envelope was taped to the door. My name was on it. I took it down and opened it. Inside was a note and another key.
‘Let yourself in. Go to the bedroom where you will find me. Above the bed there are two ropes with loops. Undress. Secure your hands in these loops and wait. Do not speak at any time. If you do the experience will end. Do you trust me? If not, then leave now.’
I consider myself to be a strong, independent woman and I was irritated by the dominating, presumptuous tone of the note. However, the thought of submitting myself to Jan was extremely arousing. What could possibly await me? I put the key in the lock and opened the door. The hallway was large. A number of doors led off it. All were closed. I opened the nearest. It was a beautifully decorated bathroom. I walked around it. My heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor. I knew he would be able to hear me in the silence of the flat. I felt exhilarated, alive. The next door led to a bedroom, the next to the kitchen and the next to a living room. Each room was stylishly decorated. I took my time looking around, knowing he could hear me, excited by the increasing tension. The final door I opened tentatively, knowing he was in the room, waiting. The door opened onto a sumptuously decorated bedroom. A four-poster bed stood in the middle of the room and to the left of that, in a corner of the room, in a large armchair, sat Jan. He was naked except for a pair of pants. My mouth watered slightly as I scanned his muscular torso and legs. He didn’t smile but his eyes met mine and then looked toward the four-poster bed where I noticed the ropes hanging from the supports.
I knew I would submit, I wanted to. I made my way over to the bed and slowly, teasingly, removed my dress and let it drop to the floor. I looked across at Jan. His face was impassive but I noticed with great satisfaction, the flare of his nostrils and the bulge in his pants. I looped my hands through the ropes leaving my arms outstretched and suspended. Jan picked up a collar and leash from a table next to the armchair and then walked over to me. His eyes had remained fixed on mine, their effect on me was mesmerising.
My heart was pounding and my body was trembling with excitement and trepidation. I felt a pleasant shock as he rested one hand on my belly and stroked my hair with the other. He then pushed my hair back from my shoulders and secured the collar around my neck so that the tasselled leash hung between my breasts. I made no effort to resist. He stroked my hair again and rested his forehead against mine. I felt his soft, warm breath and I waited for the touch of his lips on mine. But it never came. Instead, his head moved down toward my breasts and I felt his mouth on my nipple, gently biting and sucking, releasing threads of pleasure that ran down my belly, titillating my pussy. And then he began playing with the tasselled leash softly lashing my belly, further arousing me. I was his, willingly submitting myself to the pleasure he wished to inflict. Jan began to explore my body with his mouth, running his tongue up and down it, licking, kissing and sucking while I squirmed with pleasure. Every so often he would break away and look deeply and searchingly into my eyes, further entrancing me, subduing any resistance I might have felt. Eventually, he knelt down and slipped off my briefs and I gasped as I felt his hand massage my cunt. He stood up, went over to the small table and returned with a vibrator, which he switched on and gently rubbed over my nipples, down over my belly and then between my legs. I was now groaning uncontrollably as my body responded to the agitating vibrations releasing pulses of pleasure.
Jan dropped back to his knees and I felt the head of the vibrator between the lips of my cunt and his mouth and tongue massaging my clit. I gasped and shuddered, my belly heaved and my hips undulated. My hands gripped tightly to the ropes, tensing with pleasure as I enjoyed a shuddering orgasm.And then, suddenly, Jan left me. He walked back to the armchair, seated himself and stared at me, his face impassive, his eyes intense. He’d broken me. I’d submitted. The game was over.And here I stand
And here I stand feeling confused and vulnerable, I dress and, without speaking, walk to his front door and then I stop. He’s left me in a state of heightened, unsated arousal. I need to feel his tongue in my mouth and his cock inside me. I need to be fucked. How dare he leave me in such a state. I turn around and walk back into the bedroom. He is still in the armchair his eyes on the door. He has been waiting, expecting.
And then, suddenly, I understand. He’s played with me, aroused me, his fingers and mouth have pleasured my cunt. It is I who must now approach him, it is I who must submit again. I must now offer myself completely. For him to fulfil my needs, I must fulfil his.
I walk over to him, I bend down and kiss him. He responds, opening his mouth, greedily taking my tongue. I feel the grip of his hands on my buttocks, and then he scoops me up in his arms and carries me over to the bed where he feasts on my cunt. And then he mounts me. His cock fills me and he rides me, vigorously, passionately. His fucking is unrestrained, his lust unbridled. He had been in control but now he surrenders to his lust, he surrenders to me.