I have had a crush on Mr Carlos since the second he arrived to teach my University Spanish class. He was my new sexual fantasy. I would watch him from my desk, trying hard to hide the fact I was looking at his cock, bulging provocatively beneath his tight trousers. I wasn’t the only one that had noticed but I wanted to be the only one to suck it, to touch it and to feel it inside me. I wanted to watch him masturbate himself, learn how he liked to be touched, watch the pressure of his hand on his cock.
I could never listen to what he was saying. His accent was so delicious that each time his mouth opened I would dream of those lips against my clit, teasing me and making me wet. If his cock was as big as it looked then I would need all the help I could get!
I kind of knew he liked me too, after he had been teaching me Spanish for a few weeks he asked me to stay behind after class. I was (deliberately) late handing in my assignment and Mr Carlos wanted to see me. The rest of the class left and Mr Carlos closed the door behind me, closing us in together, alone. My heart started to beat so fast I thought it might burst from my chest.
“Now Sissy, is there a problem with your work? Are you having difficulty concentrating because you seem a little far away sometimes in class?” Mr Carlos purred to me in his enchanting voice and it felt like warm melted chocolate being poured over my skin.
As he spoke, he stood a little too close to me, looking me deep in the eye. His face was a mixture of concern and kindness with a definite air of restrained passion. Did he find me attractive? Would he even consider fucking a pupil, I was eighteen but even so, it’s a little inappropriate.
I could smell his spicy scent as he stood near me, all musky and sensuous. I could have torn his clothes off and licked him all over but I had to wait until he gave me a sign.
He put his hand on my arm and the tingles shot through my body, almost knocking me over. His fingers rested on my skin and pushed into my arm a little too much. Then for just one perfect moment, common sense left me completely. I had to do it, nothing in this world could stop me. I kissed him.
For a brief moment he pulled away and it felt like my heart was being ripped out. Then he pushed his lips back to mine, hard and passionate. His strong hand gripped my tiny arm and he sucked me in towards him, his lips exploring my mouth. All my strength disappeared and I could barely stand up.
Then he pulled back again and wrote something on a tiny piece of paper, folded it and pressed it into my palm. Before I could open it he sent me out of the room and closed the door behind me.
I read the note. It was an address and a time, with the word Juan and three kisses. Oh, Jesus Christ. I was going to have to sneak out later!
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Half an hour before I had to be at Juan’s apartment I pushed up my bedroom window and climbed out onto the roof, dropping down to the ground so my parents wouldn’t spot me leaving. A short bus ride and I was there, at the bottom of the stunning seafront apartment block. I pressed the buzzer and the door clicked open for me.
As I stood in the lift on my way up to the 11th floor my legs shook like hell. What if he just wanted to give me some after class tuition? I decided that I wouldn’t give him chance to say no. I got out of the lift and before I arrived at the door, I took off my skirt and my top. His door was unlocked and I walked in, finding him lying casually on his bed I dropped my clothes and climbed over him in only my panties, my little cardigan, and my cutest pair of sparkly trainers. Now he was going to get the message.
He looked up at me with a smile and pulled me towards him. My initial nerves had changed from fear to excitement and my panties were damp. His large hands roamed across my body and he smelled so good, I had to breathe him in, I never wanted that smell to disappear.
As I fell onto him his hands stroked my skin, his breathing deep and lustful. I knew he wanted me. Deep down I had known it all along but I didn’t dare to hope he would be touching me and sparking desire within me I had only ever seen in the movies. Our chemistry was incredible and it felt so right. I can’t explain the connection I felt, only that no words were necessary.
I wanted to devour him as I leaned my body over him, I could have tasted every inch of him. His hands pressed firm and flat against my ass, smoothing and circling my skin and intensifying my want. It felt so naughty but so perfect, as if it was meant to be.
His kiss was tender and his stubble brushed my face as we closed in to each other. He gave me a cheeky smile as he caressed my lips, as if to say ‘this is naughty but I just don’t care!’
As we rolled over Juan pulled open my little cardigan, the buttons flying across the room as he exposed my breasts. I wanted to cover myself up a little when I arrived, tease him a little. But now he had to have me and reveal all my bare skin for his tongue to lick. I loved how he took over me completely, made me feel like he could do anything to me. I was under his spell and each moment felt as though it was amplified, like we had been building to this for a long time but never spoken of it.
As I lay beneath his chest my legs were spread, my panties still on but desperately wanting him inside me. I couldn’t yet see his cock, it was still hidden from me, away from view. I had only had glimpses of the generous bulge as he stood to teach our class and now this beautiful masterpiece of male sexuality was inches from me, surely it would soon be mine? His hand reached to my panties and pushed the fabric aside to finger me, I couldn’t help myself and I had to rub my nipples, building my arousal.
I could hardly speak but as I thought about his lips on my clit he pulled away my panties and buried his face against my pussy. Fuck. He turned up the heat to max as he melted into my body. He was all I had dreamed of, his hot Spanish mouth frisking me, licking and pushing to investigate my hidden depths.
My wetness was increasing as he fingered me, creating a desire for him I had never felt before. I was entirely at his mercy, his sexual toy, and I was his to play with as long as he damn well wanted. He was my addiction, and I was his. He touched me with the same hunger I felt for him, each spine tingling touch racing around my nervous system at warp speed.
It was as if he was a part of me, deeply connected to my sexual soul. Every inch of him was working from a detailed download of my needs without me saying a word. My body was filled with urgent longing, each piece of me wanting his attention and he responded, satisfying each and every craving, touching me exactly as I needed to be touched.
As he pulled me up and close to him, I knew it was time. Time to experience that huge cock. It was large in his pants so God only knows how big it was at full strength. My knees began to wobble as I anticipated what was coming. I looked behind me for a quick glimpse then allowed him to fuck my desperate pussy, closing my eyes as he slipped in.
He pressed the tip of his cock up to my slickness and smoothly pushed himself in. His cock was large, it was thick and firm and my God he felt incredible inside me. I could have stayed there forever.
This wasn’t just sex, it was burning passion, the kind of sex that overtakes your body and forces you to think only of that moment, everything else in your life fading away. As his body entwined with mine it was as if my head was spinning and I floated high on a cloud of ecstasy. Nothing else mattered as long as his cock was filling my pussy, sliding in and out of me and controlling me.

She seemed to be unaware of the ripple of craning necks and bashful smiles that followed her every movement throughout our office. More than that, she was bright and charming and without even trying, she had us all eating out of her hand.
At the end of the day, she would sometimes be picked up by her boyfriend. We could all only speculate as to what kind of prince managed to convince this woman to be with him. Surely, he would be the best of the best: the kindest, the smartest, the most deserving.
I learned later that that wasn’t the case.
I didn’t know her well at first, but when we needed an extra pair of hands, she was sent on recommendation to my department to help out. We started off as tea break friends, and then then graduated to lunch friends and then to sit-giggling-with-one-another-when-we-should-be-working friends. I learned then that she was darkly funny, incredibly shy, and very unhappy at home.
He was casually mean, wilfully ignorant and emotionally neglectful. She revealed the truth around the edges at first, and as she became more confident and comfortable in my company, she would reveal more. How he would criticise her clothes, accuse her of being a flirt with his friends, and ignore her for days at a time.
And he would shame her. When she would suggest things like spanking and restraints, he would crinkle his nose and call her a pervert.
That’s when I learned she was kinky, and that’s when I told her that I was too. A line had been crossed, and I felt an immediate crackle of electricity in the air when we spoke. She asked questions, and those questions generated more questions. She was visibly flustered but in no way enough to stop asking more and more and more. We had revealed ourselves to one another. It felt dangerous, yet safe.
So, eventually, I told her about the Red Room.
The Red Room was my kink space. The place I brought only a select few people with whom I could trust and with whom I could play. It was a place that would seal the world away the moment the door closed. A forgetting chamber. In the Red Room, she has no boyfriend. No job. No earthy concerns. I told her that in the Red Room, she existed only as my submissive. The object of my obsession. And would be spoiled and used in equal measure.
Her cheeks burned, and the way she held my gaze let me know my invitation had been accepted.
And now she’s here. I tell her to dress in something sheer, to wear heels, and to go ahead of me and wait for me on the bed. I left her there alone at first, knowing the nerves and excitement would make her submissive cunt throb. I walk in, and she doesn’t see me at first—instead, she’s touching her own body as if exploring it for the first time, admiring the picture she has painted for me.
When she does see me, her eyes widen. I am still fully clothed while she is presented for my gaze—she surely feels vulnerable. I wait for the smallest beat, taking in her hunger and allowing my fingers to touch her face. I want to savour this moment. I want her to feel safe and owned as if nothing else exists but the Red Room.
And then I lean in, and we breathe into one another as we share our first kiss. My hand drifts without command to her face, her throat, and then over her body. Her nipples harden under my fingertips, and her kisses become more urgent; releasing herself to me, and I can hear her heartbeat in her breaths. I have so much I want to do to her, so much I want to put her through, but I want her to know that my obsession is kind and affectionate. So I lean down and kiss her hand before moving her to the edge of the bed and positioning her in front of me. I bend to press my lips against her feet, still clad as they are in slutty high heels. The warmth of my tongue touches her toes, and I kiss up her ankles and then legs while my palms glide along her flesh. Her breathing betrays how excited she already is, and I know now that she feels treasured. That she belongs to me.
I slowly open her thighs and then reach under her, yanking her forward to me. She catches her breath at the change in pace, and I kiss her again. I cover her mouth and dip to kiss her chest, rocking her towards me and taking her weight on my hips.
I pull her feet and let her taste my fingers as she steadies herself. Her body is a work of art, so elegant and delicate, and the need to completely overwhelm it is so very strong. As I slowly turn her around, I feel her reaching for my thigh with her hand as I do. It’s such a small gesture of attraction and submission that I have to repress a smile.
I want to blindfold her—not just to tease her, though that’s a huge part of it—but also because I want to control her world. To direct her every sense. I want her to be utterly dependent on me, and I know it’s working when she forgets to breathe as it covers her eyes.
I turn her back around to face me and hold her throat just long enough and just tightly enough to feel her pulse in my palm. Then I release her, and my hand drifts down her body and between her legs. I gift her only enough friction to let her moan in some kind of painful relief before I drift back up her tummy and breasts while she braces herself against the bed behind her.
I want to create yearning, and I want to see evidence of desperate need, so I tease her mouth with my finger and then kiss her again.
I walk away from her, to get the tools of my trade. She moves her head, unable to see me and only able to react to sound. She doesn’t know what I have in store, and the anticipation casts a spell over us both. Gripping my belt, I double it over in my hands and make it snap with startling delight. She shudders for me and stands helpless while I secure one of her wrists on the bar over her head. I snap my belt to taunt her once again and then see to the other wrist as well.
I move her legs apart and secure her feet to the bars under the bed. Now she’s trapped. On display. Unable to participate in or resist anything I choose to do to her.
I kiss her cunt through her body suit and move up to her neck and kiss her lips again. The whimpering is becoming less self-conscious and more devoted. I remove the covers to her beasts, marvelling at how erect her gorgeous nipples are. She’s a desperate and confined mess for me.
I adjust the straps, holding her throat; I disrupt her breathing before retrieving the flogger.
She can’t see what’s in my hand, so I let the flogger tails dance across her flesh. I hold the handle in front of her face as she leans forward, trying to engage. I pull it back and hit her nipple—she gasps in pain and excitement. I hit her on the other one and then again. She arches her back and has nowhere to go, so I toss the flogger on the bed and use my fingers to squeeze both of them before covering them with my large hands. We kiss again, and she smiles with longing until I pick up the flogger to torment her nipples again.
Now that she knows what I am doing, I pick up speed and whip across her thighs and up her body. Her whimpers are now cries, and just when I think she might collapse or protest, I seize her throat and kiss her again—resetting her tolerance and provoking her devotion.
I push a finger against her cunt and slide into the gap of her body suit to give her precious pressure. My movements are slow and deliberate, and I can feel how fucking wet she is—she drenches my knuckles with her juices, and they leak down my fingers, and I have to stop myself from putting them in my mouth to taste her. I suddenly increase the speed, and she isn’t ready for the change of pace. Pinned as she is by her restraints, she can only moan and gasp and wait to see if I will let her come—but I stop as quickly as I started and lick my fingers and push them into her mouth and then kiss her again.
I move my hand back between her legs and rub her with speed again, but this time, I drop down into a squat. Now, I completely penetrate her, pushing two of my large fingers inside and watching her as she stretches to take me. She’s still blindfolded, but that doesn’t stop her looking up at the heavens or looking down at me, and just when it seems like she might come, I stop again, slap her cunt and let her taste herself on my hand.
While she squirms and wonders what will happen next, I strike her breasts, her juice still fresh on my fingers, and use the flogger to tease her again—her nipples, her thighs, her stomach—all while holding her throat. Just as I think she might collapse or protest, I kiss her. I am in complete control.
I untie her legs, and she trembles, waiting to see what I will do to her next. When I release her first hand from the restraints, I give it a kiss of reassurance and release the second. She’s no longer tied, but she knows not to move until I say so. Her hand touches my chest as we kiss, and then I turn her around and push her down onto the bed.
I slap her ass and tie her hands behind her back. Her breathing is shallow, but she waits patiently as I secure her ankles to the bars once more and run the leather of the belt gently across her ass cheeks to signal what will come next. With each strike she gasps and moans and takes it like a good girl. I drop to my knees and let my hands smoothly move over the skin of her thighs and her ass and admire the goosebumps as they race to the surface of her skin to show that I now own her.
Then I push my face into her cunt and lap at it with greed and entitlement. I can’t believe how wet she is, and I want to show her, so I lean forward and gently kiss her bound fingers—drenching them with her need.
Her rest is over, and now I pick the flogger up again, deliberately feathering her arse over and over. I am aware that my own breathing is getting louder and she can surely hear it too. My self-control is being tested now—this beautiful moaning mess in front of me. I fuck her with my fingers and a growl escapes my lips as I bite down on the flogger I hold in my mouth.
I’ve waited long enough. I pull my cock out, throw the flogger aside, and spit on my hand. I lube up my dick and tease the lips of her cunt, before pushing myself inside her. For a moment, we’re both silent—she feels so incredible around me, so warm and wet. At first, she squeezes me tightly, and my dick throbs with demand before exhaling and opening up, inviting, urging me inside. I growl again and, still fully clothed, I climb deeper inside her.
I increase speed, and she pants while I grip her wrists and spank her ass. Pulling out, I spit down onto her and watch it drool between her ass crack and onto my dick as I fuck her again. I feel powerful now, and I know I am giving her what she wants. I think of all the times she was belittled or dismissed and I think of all the ways she wished she had been touched but never was. I think of her having to go back to that life and go back to that bed and how I can give her precious memories of the time she was used and fucked in exactly the way she wants to be.
I think of the bruises she will have to hide on her body. Precious mementoes of the day she was stolen.
I’m gripping the bar on top of the bed, and I have no memory of when I grabbed it, and it’s only when she cries out and comes on my dick that I regain my control over my own body.
I release her wrists and stand her up. She rests her hand on my head as I unshackle her feet. I gently remove the blindfold and she looks at me with docile gratitude mixed with renewed greed. I lie her down and let her catch her breath while I handcuff her to the end of the bed. Her incredible body lies defenceless and I caress it before moving my head between her legs.
I kiss her cunt gently—deferential for the fast fucking I just gave it. As my tongue rolls over her clit I imagine all the bruises that will come up on her thighs and wonder how on earth she’s going to hide them from him. The thought infects me, and so I sidle up next to her, and with arrogant agency, I push my dick into her cunt. I hold her throat and fuck her hard, and every moan risks me exploding inside her. It builds, and it builds, and when she comes on my dick, it takes all my self-restraint not to completely flood her with dominant cum. I know she’s never screamed like this for anyone else.
I pull out of her and grab the ties I need to twist her into my next meal. The submissive little moans and gasps she releases make my dick twitch and I have to focus hard on being measured and disciplined.
I hike her legs up, and her ass is exposed and inviting, so I slap it, and she’s sensitive now that all she can do is whimper. I kneel next to her and hit her with the flogger, mixing the impact between her cheeks and her cunt. Just when I think the pain and anticipation is too much, I plunge my fingers into her and finger fuck her again, making a mess of all her wetness, with her cunt gripping my hand and making her come again around my knuckles. I barely let the orgasm settle before devouring her cunt with my mouth to get her ready for my dick. She moans, and I know the next fire has already started, so I push my dick into her and hold her throat while I fuck her. My hips thrust, and I can feel myself losing control of the rhythm as my body betrays my addiction to her. She’s so warm and so needy and so submissive, and I can’t believe I would ever do anything other than fuck this incredible woman. She comes before I do, and I just manage to stop myself going over the edge and pull out.
I release her feet from their restraints and move her to the side so that her ass is facing me. I put my dick back where it belongs, where it never feels it should leave, and I spank her to record more bruises as proof of my theft. My balls crash against her, and every time I slap her ass, I can feel the vibrations run down the shaft of my cock. She almost growls now as the latest orgasm rips through her.
She looks back at me, and I can see in her eyes she needs her turn. After all this time being controlled and used and fucked—she needs to feel like she can give something back. Wordlessly, she asks for permission, and as I untie her and gently kiss her, I grant it.
I lie on my back, and she climbs over me—liberated now, delighting in her agency and so very eager to please. She takes my cock in her hand and licks along the shaft, moving her hand up and down, and even though this is the first time she’s ever kissed it and the first time she’s ever sucked it, we both know that this is her cock now. I lie on my back, entranced and exhausted, watching my new submissive slave tease and please my cock to the point of eruption. And at this moment, all my power and control are gone. It’s all hers now, and she wears it so well. She works her delicate hands and teases me with her gentle fixation, and I am no longer able to control when I come. That decision is hers, and as my eyes close and roll back into my head, my dick shudders and pumps out warm cum that she immediately catches in her eager mouth. I open my eyes again and watch her performatively lick her lips and swallow.
She smiles a smile with a thousand meanings. Perhaps she’s smiling with pride. With satisfaction.
Perhaps with gratitude.
My legs no longer work so I reach forward and let her suck on the end of my thumb. She’s been kissed, stretched, teased, and filled. I can’t control what happens with her boyfriend. I can’t make her leave. I can’t convince her that she should value herself more. Should escape.
But I can give her this. I can control her body and her mind and let her control mine. I can give her danger in this safe place even if it’s only for a night.
In the Red Room.
The End

Last night was amazing. The evening, everything she’d wanted. He’d taken her to a new Indian restaurant and the conversation—not to mention the tandoori chicken—had been first-rate. They’d both spent nearly three hours laughing and regaling one another with stories about their childhoods and more. Roughly five months together and there was still so much to learn. Boredom had yet to set in. After the restaurant and a lovely stroll through the town square, they’d ended up back at his apartment.
Now, she awoke alone. The delicious ache of his big cock stretching her open still burned between her thighs. Sex still clung to the sheets. As much as she wanted to wallow in it, she needed a shower. But she had nowhere to be today. The bed beckoned her back afterwards. She slipped under the covers and opened the book she’d started a few days ago to pass the time until Tony returned from work.
But not even the story could make her forget his hands all over her body. She glanced down to realise she was cupping a breast, her nipple tucked between two fingers. A gasp slipped past her lips as she pinched them together.
She was only two chapters in and her mind was wandering back to last night, replaying everything as her touch roamed over her body…
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“Let me do that,” she insisted with a smile as he began to slip off his blazer.
He grinned in reply, turning so she could. “Thank you, baby.”
Smoothing her hands up his back and over his broad shoulders, she grabbed his lapels and pulled off his coat, revealing his gorgeous cobalt-blue shirt, before folding his jacket neatly and placing it over the sofa. He was always so well-dressed. Sexy. The air of confidence was always present. She wrapped her arms around his middle, hands sliding up his torso and cupping his pectorals as she nuzzled her face against his back. He took such good care of his body. She bit her lip, growing warm just thinking about licking the lines of his Adonis belt.
He brought her hands to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on each one. “Soon, my hungry girl.” He turned and slipped off her linen jacket, discarding it with his. “First, have a seat and I’ll fetch us some tea.”
This was typical for him. He loved to string things out, make them last. He wanted her cunt aching with anticipation before having his way. She sat on the sofa, watching fondly as he rolled up his sleeves and began to make them both a cup of tea. She always enjoyed watching him move about, so agile and elegant as he busied himself with tasks.
Fifteen minutes later, he sat on the other end of the sofa, leaving plenty of space for her to lie her legs over his lap. But tonight she couldn’t wait. The evening had been lovely, but now she wanted to feel his skin against hers, wanted him to satisfy that yearning burning deep inside her belly. She moved her bare foot between his legs, pressing it up against his cock. His sac was so warm, soft. Her mouth watered thinking about bathing them with her tongue. She kneaded gently, teasing. He was never a fan of pain, unless he was the one delivering it.
He kept his gaze keyed in on her, seemingly ignoring her foot massaging and caressing his cock as he cautiously sipped his drink. His ambivalence only spurred her on more. Setting her tea down on the coffee table, she crawled closer to him and took his cup, placing it on the end table behind him.
“Mm, what’s with all this initiative I’m seeing?” He touched her hip and grinned, squeezing lightly. “I like it.”
“I need to feel you.” Slithering a hand into his shirt, she stroked his collarbone as she looked into his eyes and bit her lip. Silently, she urged him for more.
His pupils dilated further, and his voice slid into a salacious growl. “You know I cannot resist that innocuous gaze, kitten.”
She said nothing, opting instead to reach down and palm his hardening cock. A thrill spiraled through her when he responded with a low moan. Leaning down, she nuzzled the bulge in his pants, feeling its heat against her cheeks.
“Let me tie you up, my darling girl.” He stroked her hair. “What do you say?”
Her skin shivered with excitement at his proposition. Licking her lips, she looked up at him. Despite being together for nearly six months, they were still easing their way into all things kinky. She’d been so vanilla when they’d met. A lot was still so new to her.
“Nothing frightening or heavy,” he continued. “I’ll simply restrain your hands.” He caressed her cheek, no doubt reading her trepidation. He was an attentive and observant dom. “Never will I push you farther than I believe you are ready for.”
Letting out a sigh, she took hold of his hand and placed it over her pussy. “Relax me first, please.”
“Of course.” He kneaded the heel of his hand against her. “I could do more if you took these silly things off.”
She gave him a soft smile and stood, keeping eye contact as she removed her jeans.
He trailed a finger over the front of her lace panties. “These, too.” He hooked his fingers over the waistband and slid them down her legs before leaning in and pushing up her top, nuzzling the skin of her abdomen. He inhaled deeply, almost like he wanted to take her into himself. Her head swam. How wonderfully dizzying it was to be so desired and loved by someone.
Standing, he pulled the blouse over her head and then removed her bra, tossing both to the floor. His hands caressed her body. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He tilted her chin and kissed her. “Come here.” He moved down to the opposite end of the settee, patting the armrest. “Sit, darling. I want you to see yourself as I see you.”
She obeyed and faced her nude reflection in the wide, full-length mirror. Suddenly self-conscious, she closed her legs and covered her breasts. He knelt behind her and brought his arms around, placing one on each thigh.
Gently, he opened her legs, exposing her. “Look at yourself, baby. You are exquisite.” He unfurled her arms from her chest. “There is no need to hide. Whatever physical faults you perceive in yourself, let them go.” He nestled into her neck, sucking at her skin as his hands fondled her breasts, rolling their nipples.
His large, slender hands dwarfed them. Gradually, she relaxed into him, gasping when his hand ventured lower and began to tease her slit.
“Watch yourself,” he commanded. “Keep your arms back. I want you to see how delicious you look when I touch you.” He swirled two fingers in the pool forming at her entrance and then pushed them inside.
Her jaw went slack, and she curled her arm around his neck as he caressed her side and the swell of her breast. Never had she been on display like this. But as she stared at herself, the more she became aroused. This was how he wanted her. Open. Pliable. Accessible. His little toy to love and enjoy.
“I’m going to tie you to my bed, darling.” He snarled into her ear, staring at her face in the mirror as he pumped his fingers in and out. “I’m going to breathe you in. I’m going to bite your shoulder, your neck, and your ear. I’m going to fuck you, sweetheart.”
Her pulse raced. Bondage sex was new. Her cheeks burned in a mix of fear and wanting. How would being so helpless feel? Would it be more than she could handle? Or would it be everything she never knew she’d needed? He crooked his fingers, stroking her inside and out and pushing her over the edge. Her thighs shook. She gripped his hair, trying her best to keep her legs open.
“There’s a girl.” Slowly, he pulled out his fingers and displayed the lust coating them, before sucking them clean.
He rose from the settee and walked around, offering his hand to her. She followed him into the bedroom. She’d been here before, even slept over a few times, but it almost felt as if she was seeing it for the first time. She never imagined being tied up, and now her mind took in everything, wondering how it would happen. He led her to the bed and allowed her to sit down before he walked to his wardrobe.
She glanced at the headboard and ran her fingers over the wooden spindles. “Convenient.” She chuckled.
“What’s that, darling?” He walked back with a pair of furry handcuffs in his hands.
“Just noticing how advantageous it is,” she crossed her legs, “that you have such an accommodating headboard.”
He grinned mischievously and winked. “Why do you think I chose it? To restrain beautiful creatures like yourself and keep them, to call them mine.”
For a moment, she wondered just how many women he’d tied to his bed but shook it off. Thoughts about a lover’s past were never a good thing to ruminate on.
As if reading the uneasiness on your face, he stroked her cheek. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe here.” He kissed her, easing her lips apart with his tongue. “What’s your safeword?”
She sighed and steeled herself. “Almond. Same as before.”
“I assumed it would be.” He softly smiled. “But it helps to remind you that you have the power to bring an end to all of this, should you decide to do so. I might be your dominant, but I follow your lead. I only do what you allow.”
“Thank you.” She slid her hands up his taut, lean thighs, stopping on his belt. She began to unfasten the buckle. “But I want this, Sir.” She felt his cock twitch under her forearm with the added appellation.
“Patience, love.” He stilled her work but couldn’t mask the look of hunger on his face. “Scoot back to the middle of the bed for me.”
She did so, waiting patiently as he took her arms and extended them over her head. Only the sounds of metal against wood and their breathing filled the space between them as he lashed her to the bedframe with the cuffs. Her breasts heaved with excitement. Despite his calm, collected exterior, he was a wolf. And she longed to give him the gift of her body on a silver platter to feed from until he was sated.
Once she was bound to the bed, he removed his clothing.
His eyes were trained on her with a predatory stare as he lingered over every button, drawing out each unhurried movement before slowly stripping the shirt from his torso. His hands came to rest on the loose ends of his unfastened leather belt and he smirked. Her eyes were fixed on his crotch. Her breath was caught in her throat. Her cheeks flushed even more as she gaped at him. She was needy. She knew it. He knew it.
He paused, teasing her, refusing to show what he knew she ached to see. He abandoned his pants for the moment, moving instead to toe off his shoes and peel his socks from his slender feet. She watched with hungry eyes as his hands returned to his waist, at last opening his fly and pushing his pants and boxer briefs down over his slim hips to pool on the floor. He straightened up, revealing every inch of his gorgeous body.
She licked her lips, drinking in the familiar sight of his thick cock. Her body hummed. She was so ready for all of this to begin. It wasn’t until he crawled onto the bed that she noticed the tie clasped in his hand.
“What’s that for?”
“Blindfold.” He moved closer. “Is that okay?”
She nodded and allowed him to tie it around her head. Her breath quickened with the loss of sight. He placed a deep kiss on her lips then moved, the bed shaking as he positioned himself between her eagerly parted legs. She shivered when she felt his stubble graze her inner thigh as he trailed kisses there. He made his way to her pussy, where he lapped and sucked her swollen clit.
When he had his fill of her sweet honey, she felt him move again. She gasped as his large hands gripped the underside of her thighs at the knee, pushing her legs back. In all the time they’d been together, he’d never exposed her quite so lewdly. Momentarily, she panicked, but soon her thoughts came back to him. Slowly, he pushed into her, letting out a deep moan. Her lack of sight served only to heighten every other sense, and she found herself mesmerized by the sound of his voice.
“You have no idea how much pleasure your tightness gives me, sweetheart.” He crouched over her body, his mouth resting by her ear as he sucked on her earlobe. “Don’t think, just feel.” He began to move in and out of her, slowly and tenderly at first. But as soon as she was whimpering and mewling beneath him, his thrusts turned more feral, and he began to mercilessly fuck her.
“Feel your tight cunt stretching around my cock.” He growled against her neck. “Feel me impaling you, baby, filling you up.” He bit her throat. “Feel how deep I am inside that delicious pussy, how your whole body shivers around me.”
“Tony…” she cried, overwhelmed by sensation. His cock bottoming out with each thrust. The skin stinging at her wrists. “Please.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, Sir… Please.” She felt his hand slide down between their bodies. The bliss of his lithe fingers working her clit nearly made her pass out as she squeezed her eyes tight, seeing stars behind them.
“Think of nothing but the feeling of our bodies. Of how good I feel inside you.” He continued his torturous workings. “You’re so fucking wet, my darling. Are you going to come for me?”
She couldn’t speak, only nod her head. Everything was so surreal and so…good. He thrusted in harder. She never knew he could be so aggressive and animalistic. She struggled against the cuffs, but the fact that she couldn’t move, couldn’t touch him sent her over the edge. She came hard, crying out and clenching around his cock. Reality began to slip away then, and she barely recalled him grunting and releasing into her shortly after.
—
Her clit swelled beneath her lust-soaked fingers. Recalling the night before had certainly stoked a fire, but it wasn’t quite reaching the heights she needed. Her thoughts drifted back to him. He would find every bit of her struggle a sheer delight to see.
“Can’t come, can you?” his imaginary voice echoed in her mind, tinged with a deep, husky chuckle. “How adorable.”
Her cheeks burned. How embarrassing to get this far and not be able to push yourself over the edge. Her vision softened. She arched her neck. Yes. How fucking pathetic was she? Naked. Legs wide. Rubbing herself off to no avail. The euphoria of shame swam through her veins.
And she fucking loved it.
She wanted more.
Grabbing his pillow, she rolled atop it. She hadn’t humped one since her college years, but she was beyond needy right now. The soft fabric brushed her labia as she straddled it. So fucking sensitive. She positioned her legs just right and gently ground herself against the plush material. Her eyes squeezed shut once more. She pinched her hard, aching nipples.
“Go on, kitten,” his voice found its way back to her. “Show me how badly you need my cock. How badly you need me to fuck you.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied aloud. “All for you.”
She imagined he was there, leaning against the wardrobe and watching her as she began to move. Every inch of her wanted nothing more than to please him. She added pressure to the pillow. Her hips moved faster.
But it wasn’t hitting the spot.
Her chest tightened. She sighed loudly. Goddamn it.
Reaching down, she worked three fingers into her tight, dripping hole and pressed the butt of her hand against her clit. These were vain times. She needed to up her game. Her head spun. So eager to obey. So eager to please. Desperate to prove how much she wanted him. So much so she’d humiliate herself, hump a pillow like a bitch in heat—just for him.
Yes.
Her pussy throbbed and only his cock would ever sate it. Her body served one purpose and that was to serve him. This was her place. This was who she was. She fisted the bedsheet. A whimpering moan escaped her.
“I need you,” her voice was strained. Tears of frustration threatened to spill over. Her orgasm sat just over the edge, taunting her. “Please.”
“You know what you need. Why are you holding back?” She could feel his invisible hand trace down her spine and grab a handful of flesh. “Do it.”
Bucking, she fucked the three fingers stretching her hole. Ah. That’s what she craved. She lost herself in the feeling. The fullness. The pressure against her walls. The arousal collecting in her palm, so sticky hot. The lewd sounds of squelching wetness filled the air.
“Pathetic…” she heard against her ear, like he was there, squatting beside her. “You’re so fucking wet, and for what? All because you need to be fucked? You better come for me.”
The ache deep inside quickly melted down her spine and blossomed around her fingers, spilling out in warmth. Her body sang. What a good girl she was. What an utter desperate slut.
The fantasy softly dissipated. She lay there, smiling as she basked in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm. She swirled her drenched fingers around her clit, languidly drawing it out. He would lay down tonight and smell her scent as he drifted off to sleep.
An aftershock coursed through her body.
She couldn’t wait to be shamed and humiliated.
The End

How tedious could an evening be when my mind was surging with the need to get my hands trailing down his body? I had to get him away from it all, but I needed to choose my moment carefully. The boring, mundane pleasantry of the evening’s occasion found us both in a room full of people milling around making the delights of small talk an art form. I tried hard not to keep glancing over at him, I had to hide any and all interest I may have had in the tall young blonde man standing near the bar. That was a struggle in itself; catching sight of his sexy arse in the navy blue trousers.
It was critical that I didn’t reveal any signs of my crazed desire for him, or my knowledge of knowing the lean athletic torso. When the moment allowed I hastened a sneaky peek, noting the frame of his body housed snugly within this evening’s dark shirt. Just in that glance alone brought thoughts of the firm smooth curve of his chest running down to a slightly softer but none the less muscular stomach with its soft little wasps of body hair. My mind was on nothing other than him and how my body was yearning just to touch him again. Fuck him again, a tinge of romantic sex to our encounters.
It was never my plan to fall for one of my husband’s employees, I wasn’t one of those women who constantly sought the fun of younger men. This encounter I had fought hard to resist, until I succumbed a few months ago when we found ourselves alone and from that moment on, I realised it was impossible to resist the urges I had when he was near. So our little rendezvous began. Each of our encounters were often short-lived, intense moments of pleasure that only left us wanting more. Each of them fraught with concerns that we could be caught out at any time. Maybe that is what made each one of them surge with an intensity I found intoxicating. On this occasion, my chance lay during the rather dull cocktail party thrown for a few key members of staff with a variety of companies we worked so closely with. We knew we would both be there, myself elegantly dressed as the wife of all that the company stood for waiting to grab the divine body of a young 28-year-old American who joined as an enterprising hopeful only six months earlier. Thankfully the numbers in attendance, as well as the rather lavish roomy surroundings, allowed me to find a chance for us to meet again.
The social event drained on, to me it was all such a drag other than knowing he was in the room only a few feet away, but I couldn’t get my hands on him until that moment when I knew no one was aware of my movements. That was our chance. Moving across and through the door at the back of the room, I knew I was being watched. Within moments, my inner self was responding to his physical presence close behind me. I could even sense the air exhaling from his lungs, brushing at the back of my naked back as we moved quietly into the small unlit anti-room. With no discussion, he carefully followed my moves and responded accordingly.
Shutting the door behind us, I finally had my moment I had been after all evening. With no words spoken, I pushed him back against the wall so I could fully take him in and feel his face again in my hands once more. What was this man doing to me? How had he got so into my head I was struggling to carry on such simple evenings such as tonight without the heated longing I possessed. He raised my blood like no other man and fuelled my inner soul with heated desire. I couldn’t drink enough of him in as I longingly caressed the side of his face and down his wide neck. His lips moved eagerly to my neck and face with a passion I felt in his every touch. As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I could just make out the look he gave with those cool blue eyes. In those few moments, I was delirious with the feeling of pleasure and cared not where I was. I felt his lips caressing my skin, his tongue trailing a moist softness as I pressed myself against him slipping my hips to sync perfectly with his so our bodies were as close as they could possibly get.
Wasting no time I began to undo his shirt buttons, I needed to feel his body, not just through the skirt, but the warmth of his skin against mine. Opening it wide I let my hands run up and down that torso I could have licked all night. I continued to run my hands over that body, take in all I had before me. So young and with a perfect muscular tone, it was a body so delicious and horny it excited me just to look at it, knowing that it was all mine for the taking.
My wandering hands couldn’t resist slipping down to feel the bulge I knew would be waiting for me below his belt. Sure enough, his cock was rigid to the touch sending the perfect thrill to my head. Our bodies naturally locked so closely I felt his hands begin to feel their way up my body, pulling my skirt hem higher searching for my skin below. At that moment when he touched the spare flesh just above my stocking tops, I felt a shudder course its way into my pussy, which began to pulse with need. I loved how his hand could set me alive and with that my mouth let out its first groan of pleasure. As I threw back my head, he planted his mouth up and around my neck again. His hand began to sculpt my shape, taking in the roundness of my bottom before slipping his hand firmly between my thighs and squeezing with want. Ah, the intense sweet delight knowing his hand was moving ever more into my body, burning at my senses.
He moved his hands in such a manner that aroused me so deeply, his fingers rubbing and massaging my pussy until finally that sweetest of all pleasures rang through my body as his fingers began to search into my wetness, circling and pressing to fulfil my craving. Ah, I couldn’t resist and began to lower my body deeper onto his hand, hungering for more of him to penetrate my body. I widened my legs and let the moans start to evade the quiet, arching my body as I did against the wall. He was relentless with his mission as his fingers worked my swelling pussy, the wetness coating his fingers. I squeezed my breasts and endured the sweet agony as he sought my orgasm from deep within, and I came hard, clutching his arm as I struggled to keep upright, the muscular spasms penetrating out into my body.
Searching for his cock I wanted to explore his body while my pussy still pulsed with the aftermath of my pleasure. Working down his body, I released his cock, solid and bouncy, and before my very eyes as I crouched to suck him with such desire. There was something so arousing, sucking the length of his hard erection, knowing his mind was focused on just me and wanting to show him how much I wanted him. As I licked up his solid member, I knew his eyes were intently watching me devour and swallow all I could, my tongue active and wet.
In the darkness I felt him reaching for me, lifting my chin up to be taken by him. His cock taking no time in searching for that wet sweet spot of mine. Bracing my leg in his arm, he pushed deep into me in a motion that took my breath away. Constant, repetitive, rhythmic, pulsing his body taking over and over pounding deeper into me while we grabbed hold onto each other for all we could, standing as we were in the dark shadows of this small room, his cock beating further and deeper. We kissed, we touched, we groped, we fucked for all we could, moving in whichever manner allowed each of us to feel the other more. Slipping down onto the floor my dress hitched high over my scarlet red suspenders I lowered myself to rock on that hard cock once more. We continued to fuck like this for what seemed like some time, but I knew it was but a fleeting meet. We had to be so careful someone else never evaded those precious moments.
There we were two naughty lovers driven by desire snatching the moment to give each other a pleasure that was worth all the danger. Every time we met there was a danger, we shouldn’t have been there, I shouldn’t have been with him, I shouldn’t have let him penetrate my body and have me as he did. But that was not what I cared about during those few minutes of our illicit encounter before I had to return once more to the dreariness of the cocktail party next door.
THE END

The Husband’s Tale
So here I am about to watch my gorgeous wife have sex with a colleague from work.
Yes, I know, it doesn’t sound possible. But, believe me, it absolutely is.
She’s just a metre or two away from me and as she glances at me we exchange mischievous smiles.
This grinning woman is the one who brings me tea in bed most mornings. This is the woman who pledged to forsake all others – for me – just three years ago. This is the woman who likes a hot chocolate and a hug, with me – of course, while watching a romantic film on rainy Sunday afternoons.
And this cuddly, charming, caring and very cute woman – my wife – is about to take another man’s prick into her mouth.
I can hardly contain my excitement. I feel as if I am super-charged with electricity. The anticipation of group sex is delicious. Let’s face it – what could be hornier than see your very own, beautiful wife fuck another guy? I expected to feel this. But what I didn’t expect was how my view of my wife would change, now that we are on the brink of this most intimate act of sharing.
She looks different to me right now. I only experience her having hotwife sex close up. Very close up. So I never get to see her as I do now, kneeling down, on the brink of a sexual act, with someone else. And I have never seen her handle another cock before. It is fucking amazing to see her holding another guy’s member, mouth open and about to lick it, which she does just now. My cock is pulsing and I have never had so much pre-come in my life. There is a constant trickle running down my shaft and over my fingers. Yes, of course, I am already wanking, even though she has not really started. I had hoped to wait a bit before pulling my cock out, but I just couldn’t.
But my wife doesn’t just look different, I sense that she is different. She went down on him just then in a way she has never done with me. She nibbled on his cock while it was still in his boxers. That’s a first. With me, she would take me straight into her mouth. She’d suck me for a while and then roll her tongue around my glans. But now she is spending ages teasing his prick. She licks it so lightly, then runs her tongue from the base of his shaft right up to his helmet. That must be heavenly. Lucky guy.
I also can’t help noticing that his cock is pretty big. I’ve always been pretty confident in the prick department up to now. But I now have a tiny doubt. I look down at my own member to check – yes, I think I measure up.
In fact, if I am honest, I’m just a touch jealous that he is the one about to be fucked by my wife right now and not me. What adds a worrying edge to all this is that she is definitely enjoying it so far. She seems to be delighting in her teasing, and he is, quite clearly, enjoying every lick and every suck. But thankfully, I hold back and say nothing. It’s his turn. That’s what we all agreed.
Now she moves on. She has finished giving him the most amazing blowjob she has surely ever given, and I think she is about to take him into her pussy. This beautiful, tight, smooth pussy which – until right now – was just used to accommodating my cock and mine alone, is about to be shared. It’s as we agreed on it, so I shouldn’t have any second thoughts, but I guess I do have a few.
I’m sure you are a bit puzzled by all this and it really needs some explanation. But perhaps it’s best if you hear it from her, as it was her idea after all…
The Wife’s Tale
So here I am sucking the cock of one of my husband’s colleagues while he watches from the armchair. In a moment I am going to stop, guide his prick inside me and ride him.
He’s probably told you that all this was my idea. Well, there’s more than a grain of truth in that. It was me who made the first move with his work buddy. It was me who talked him through every step of the scenario we are now in. It was me who checked that everything was fine with this new partner and secured his buy-in. And it is me who is in the driving seat, right now.
My husband is watching my every move, and by the moisture that is flowing from his cock I know that he is enjoying it.
For sure – it’s just as much his project as mine. He’s been talking about watching me with another guy even before we got married. He usually mentioned it during foreplay. It turns him on, and he also knows that it turns me on. More recently he has talked about it when we’ve been in the car, or when having a drink at the pub. He even asked me which guys I fancied when we were at a restaurant, just after he’d brought up the topic up.
It was his idea to invite me to one of his work drinks do in the hope that I might latch on to a new member of staff. It was he who introduced us, got us both drinks and left us to chat while he talked to others.
Then it was he who suggested that we meet up with this guy again, a few weeks later, and have another drink with him and very, very gently sound him out.
Moreover, it was he who suggested I got some new lingerie for the occasion. That’s what I’m in right now.
But the blindfold was both our idea. We thought it might make it easier for all of us. There would be no awkward looks. My new lover could just sit there and I would be the one who could take control right from the start.
And I really do feel in control. But I feel more than that. I feel very different. Having my husband’s permission to have sex with someone new gives me the green light to be someone new, too. So I have a licence to get in touch with that wild side within. And handling a totally new prick while my husband watches feels very wild indeed.
Playing a teasing game with this new, lovely, silky cock is new. It’s fun, too. Simply touching it as lightly as I can with my tongue seems to turn everyone on. Licking and sucking is one thing, but it’s not enough for me. I yearn to be penetrated. So I stand up, turn my back on my new lover and then lower myself on to his member.
As this new cock slides into me I feel amazing. I feel new contours, new textures, and a new tightness. I just hope I feel this good to him.
But only he can tell you what I was really like…
The Other Man’s Tale
So, there I was sitting on a sofa, wearing eye-patches in a colleague’s flat while his very hot wife (who I would later discover was wearing nothing but a basque and stockings) walked past and draped part of her silk gown over me. I remember her perfume so clearly. They say that scent leaves the strongest of memories, and this moment – and the following half hour – was something I will never, ever forget.
I guess you’ve been told that it was their idea. They asked me to meet them both for a drink (I did think it a bit that it was me and both of them). They made the approach and raised the idea of having sex together and they talked me through what we might do together.
But it’s not quite so simple as that and I like to think that I’m partly responsible, too. Let’s say that there was a bit of ‘nudging’ from me throughout.
I guess it all started when I noticed her photo on his desk. She looked lovely – with her shoulder length blonde hair, a slight tan and a dazzling bikini. And her smile was something else. Apparently, it was a holiday snap from a trip to Greece and she looked amazing.
Perhaps I stared at the photo a bit too long, because he said something and I simply made light of it all by saying that she looked fantastic (I think I actually said ‘hot’) and he was a lucky bloke.
Later, at a work do, I managed to sneak a bit of time with her alone. I suggested her husband got the drinks in, knowing that there was a big wait at the bar. And when the conversation drifted on to matters sexual I sure let it linger there.
So when we met again – as a three – I only had to drop a few comments and we picked up where his wife and I left off. Only now it was a three-way conversation. At the end of which we agreed on what we might to together and then it was just a matter of sorting out a time and a place.
When I got to their flat a few evenings later, they put this blindfold on me right at the start and they ushered me into a room and sat me down on a sofa. A few minutes later I felt this silk material and smelt her perfume. Then she started to hover around my cock and it grew rigid at her first nibble.
Things tended to move so fast and I am not sure I can remember everything. I seem to recall that after playing with me in my boxers for what seemed like ages, she pulled me out and gave me the sweetest and most delicate of blowjobs. I sensed that she knew I really wanted to fuck her, and so when she turned around and rubbed her arse up and down my cock I could hardly contain myself. When she finally lowered herself on to me and started to ride me I almost lost it. I had to check myself as I could feel the early signs of ejaculation building in my groin.
It was sometime later in our session that we actually kissed and that was when she took my mask off and that was when I saw that sensational smile of hers. That really did it and I seemed to take over for a bit and remember thrusting from above her and then taking her from behind.
But I do recall that she ended up on top of me – back in charge. I remember coming when I was on my back and my spunk dripping on to my balls. And this is the amazing bit – though I appreciated that we were being watched, I hadn’t expected him to come over and join in so soon. In fact, one of the first things he did was go down on her – just after I had come in her pussy?
And you know, watching the two of them – husband and wife – make love right next to me on the sofa was so amazing that within fifteen minutes I was hard again.
It really was a tale worth re-telling.