“Graze your fingers against my skin like a soldier crossing a landmine throw your kisses like grenades into the trenches of my mouth carve bullet holes onto my chest and remind me of where it hurts let your moans sound like gunfire and your breath feel like death I'll come unarmed if you promise to destroy me make war not love?”
Do as I Say – Clara
She curled her fingers around the cuffs, feeling the bite of the cool metal against her hand. She was ready for this. So ready. This had been coming for such a long time. For as long as she could remember, she had thought about this, thought about giving herself over to the thrill of this kind of passion. And she had known, as soon as she’d met Damon, that this was the man she could explore it with. For so long, she had just submitted to what men had wanted. She didn’t hate it, but it didn’t stir anything in her the way her fantasies did, the way those thoughts of being the one in control drove her crazy. But Damon had been different. He had always been deferent to her, in the best possible way – pulling out her chair for her, cleaning her house when she was out, offering to take care of this little task, and that one. And now, they were taking it to the next level. At her request. He had been eager when she’d told him what she wanted – she had a couple of glasses of wine, things got frisky, and she came out with it. All the fantasies, all the places her brain had strayed to that she had never let herself delve too far into, for fear that she would never find someone to explore it with her. But now, he was waiting for her inside that bedroom, and she was ready to take this further. She pushed open the door, and found him, bare-ass naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. She couldn’t help but giggle to herself excitedly at the sight of him waiting for her. All this time and she was finally letting it happen. She was so ready to see where it took her next. “Put your hands behind your back,” she ordered him, and she was surprised by how certain her voice sounded. She had thought that it would be hard to take herself seriously, but here she was, sliding into the role like it had been made for her. Damon slipped his hands behind his back, and she watched as he stirred at her words. It was dizzying, having this much control over him. And she had hardly even gotten started. She clipped the cuffs – purchased on a gag a long time ago, before she’d ever thought she’d have the chance to use them – around his wrists, binding them behind his back. He looked up at her, his deep brown eyes shining against his olive skin, his dark hair smooth and just begging to be messed up. The power was already pulsing through her, and she could feel it translating down, between her legs, the passion oozing between her thighs – she needed some relief. And for once, she could just take it, take what she wanted from him. His eyes traced down her body and she could tell he was desperately keen for her. She traced her fingertips up and over her thighs, teasing up her legs, letting him know that she could have anything she wanted – but he was going to have to wait. She grazed her fingers over her bareness, and felt her slickness, already soaking her. She guided a finger inside of herself and tipped her head back to let out a moan, allowing the sound to race around them. He growled with want for her, but this was all about her, her control, her power – what she wanted, first and foremost. And she wanted to make herself come while he watched, unable to so much as lay a hand on her. She stroked her sensitive nub as she guided her fingers deeper into her, and she began to rock her hips back and forth against her hand. Had she always felt this good? Or was it the swelling rush of his eyes on her that made it this sexy? Her skin was prickling, top to bottom, and she felt like she was on fire. She was absorbing all his lust for her and making it hers, turning it into something that only she could hold on to. She put on a show for him, soaking up the desire that was coming off in his waves and using it selfishly to channel into everything that she wanted. She played with herself languidly, letting the pleasure build slowly and surely between her legs, watching as he silently begged her to let her lay hands on him. She was getting close, to the kind of orgasm she had never had before – something profound and powerful, something that stemmed from everything he was holding back and everything she was taking from him. But now, he was waiting for her inside that bedroom, and she was ready to take this further. She pushed open the door, and found him, bare-ass naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. She couldn’t help but giggle to herself excitedly at the sight of him waiting for her. All this time and she was finally letting it happen. She was so ready to see where it took her next. “Put your hands behind your back,” she ordered him, and she was surprised by how certain her voice sounded. She had thought that it would be hard to take herself seriously, but here she was, sliding into the role like it had been made for her. Damon slipped his hands behind his back, and she watched as he stirred at her words. It was dizzying, having this much control over him. And she had hardly even gotten started. She clipped the cuffs – purchased on a gag a long time ago, before she’d ever thought she’d have the chance to use them – around his wrists, binding them behind his back. He looked up at her, his deep brown eyes shining against his olive skin, his dark hair smooth and just begging to be messed up. The power was already pulsing through her, and she could feel it translating down, between her legs, the passion oozing between her thighs – she needed some relief. And for once, she could just take it, take what she wanted from him. His eyes traced down her body and she could tell he was desperately keen for her. She traced her fingertips up and over her thighs, teasing up her legs, letting him know that she could have anything she wanted – but he was going to have to wait. She grazed her fingers over her bareness, and felt her slickness, already soaking her. She guided a finger inside of herself and tipped her head back to let out a moan, allowing the sound to race around them. He growled with want for her, but this was all about her, her control, her power – what she wanted, first and foremost. And she wanted to make herself come while he watched, unable to so much as lay a hand on her. She stroked her sensitive nub as she guided her fingers deeper into her, and she began to rock her hips back and forth against her hand. Had she always felt this good? Or was it the swelling rush of his eyes on her that made it this sexy? Her skin was prickling, top to bottom, and she felt like she was on fire. She was absorbing all his lust for her and making it hers, turning it into something that only she could hold on to. She put on a show for him, soaking up the desire that was coming off in his waves and using it selfishly to channel into everything that she wanted. She played with herself languidly, letting the pleasure build slowly and surely between her legs, watching as he silently begged her to let her lay hands on him. She was getting close, to the kind of orgasm she had never had before – something profound and powerful, something that stemmed from everything he was holding back and everything she was taking from him. She pulled back just before she reached the edge – she wanted to make this bigger, better than anything she had ever felt before. Besides, she could tell that Damon was on the brink of bursting. She wanted to take advantage of the lust she had built up in him already, take it and make it hers. She straddled him swiftly, rolling up the hem of the dark dress she had worn for the occasion – she had a pair of impressive heels on to match, the kind that made her feel like a swooning badass no matter what else she had on. She had forgone panties, knowing she wasn’t going to be able to wait the time it took to get them off. She wound her arms around him, and she looked down into his eyes, at the straining desire he had to reach out and touch her, the desire that he was unable to fulfill. And, with that, she slowly lowered herself down on top of him. “Fuck,” he groaned, and she brushed her fingers over his lips. The feeling of him moving inside her had always been gorgeous but this was something else entirely. The power was pulsing through her, taking control as she began to move against him. She groaned and tipped her head back, letting the sensation roll up through her as she sank her fingers into his shoulders. She wanted to leave marks. She wanted him reminded of what he had let her do, of the power she had exerted over him. She moved on top of him like it was the only thing that mattered to her, and she reveled in the enormous power that she was holding over his head – when he looked up at her, his eyes were glazed, his lips slightly parted, because he knew he couldn’t have her the way he wanted. He could only have her the way she wanted, and she never wanted him to forget that. Tipping her head back, she let out a long moan. She knew he loved listening to her cry out in pleasure, and that it must be driving him crazy. “Don’t cum until I do,” she commanded him, her voice breathy and tense with need. His jaw clenched, and she knew he was close. Lucky for her, so was she… When she came, it seemed to roll through her like a thunderclap. Her body rocked on top of his, and she trembled against him. But her power was still in place. He was still waiting for her permission to find his own release, even as she lost herself completely to pleasure. When she came back to her body, he was gazing up at her, his eyes clouded with need. He was desperate. And, tempting as it was to make him wait longer, she had far more in store for him tonight. She leaned towards him and planted a soft, seductive kiss on his lips. Leaning over to graze her mouth over his ear, she whispered the word she knew he was longing to hear.
It had been nearly four weeks since my wife had last been home from her latest overseas trip and day by day I was missing outside, the female company more and more. My moods had become dark and foreboding with little to do when I returned from work other than watch TV and think about the sex that I wasn't getting!
When my friend Mac phoned it came as a blessed relief. He and his wife were inviting me to their house for a party the following evening. Actually, they were inviting me and my wife - they were obviously unaware that Jan was still away. I explained that Jan was still in Hong Kong.
"It must be about three or four weeks now isn't it, Bill?" Mac's wife Lilly piped up. She was obviously on the extension phone. "You poor dear! You must be getting lonely. Come on over by yourself, there will be about twenty of us!"
Normally I wouldn't have bothered going to the party without my wife, but Lilly was right; I was feeling a little sorry for myself, and the thought of seeing Mac's gorgeous wife again was too much to resist.
"Okay, guys, that's great! About nine?"
Both Mac and Lilly confirmed the time and hung up. I sat and thought for a while. When we were younger, Mac, Lilly, and I all used to hang out together. She was - still is - a very sexy brunette with long legs and a stunning figure. She's also a complete nymphomaniac but, as she was Mac's girlfriend, out of respect I never even attempted to make a pass at her. As I sat and thought about that gorgeous little figure, I began to develop an erection. I started to think that, friend or no friend, I should have at least tried with her!
The party was already in full swing when I arrived. Mac and Lil had swung the large french doors in their lounge wide open and had lit a barbeque outside. The air was warm and a little humid and the friendly aroma of grilled steaks assaulted my senses. Mac showed me the way to the bar and poured me a cold beer. He seemed a little distant and nervous around me but I put this down to the pressure of hosting a party in its early stages.
"Back in a while, Bill," Mac called to me as he began to wander off, "just got to see to the guests. Make yourself at home!"
Left alone, I began to look around and study the other guests. My heart sank. All couples! I wandered outside into the night air gripping my beer. The smell of cooked meat started to make me feel hungry and I walked in the direction of the grill.
"So glad you could make it, Bill!" A voice behind me said.
I wheeled around and caught my breath as I laid eyes on the vision that was Lilly. As I've said, the night was warm and most people had dressed down a little. But Lilly had excelled herself. A short, black chiffon dress that did little to hide her underwear - or figure - adorned her sexy frame. Black stockings and high-heeled shoes complimented the outfit perfectly - she looked like a real slut and I could hardly take my eyes off her!
"Wow, Lil! That's some outfit you got there."
Lilly laughed. She flicked her head back and tossed her long, brown hair back over her shoulders.
"I know! Mac dared me to wear it. I feel like a cheap whore. Fantastic!"
I joined her in a hearty laugh and tried not to stare too openly at her barely covered tits.
"How about a dance, Bill?"
"Well, actually I was just about to get a bite to eat," I replied, "how about us..."
"You can eat something later!" Lilly interrupted me with a wink, "come on, I want to dance!"
When Lilly has made up her mind, there's usually little anyone can do to change it back! Her hand grasped mine and pulled me vigorously towards the terrace where several other couples were swaying slowly to a soulful song on the CD. She held me in a close embrace as we gyrated around the floor. Her hand was on my neck and her soft lips close to my ear. I gulped hard. It had been weeks since I'd had sex and the inevitable was happening; I was getting a hard-on!
"Ohhh!" cooed Lilly, "did you just put a hot dog in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?"
As usual in these circumstances, all witty responses failed me. Say something, I kept thinking to myself, just say something. Anything!
"Er...just pleased, I guess." I replied stupidly. "It's been a while since...er...well...."
Lilly laughed again and pressed herself back up against me.
"That's okay, Bill," she whispered the words into my ear, "I'm glad that I'm turning you on!"
I took a deep breath. Determined to say something cool and clever this time. Lilly pressed her fingers to my lips, cutting me off before I'd started.
"You turn me on as well, Bill. You know that, don't you?"
Lilly had always been direct but her words still caught me off balance.
"I know you've always wanted me," she continued, "let's make tonight the night, shall we?"
I gulped again. It seemed like a lifetime since I had made an intelligent comment.
"But what about Mac? He's your husband! And, he's my best friend!"
"Actually it was Mac's idea!"
Suddenly my mouth was very dry. Could I have heard her right?
"Don't look so surprised, Bill," she continued. We were still dancing and she had backed me up into a doorway. "Don't say that Mac has never told you about him wanting to watch me?"
"No, baby, I never told him!"
My friend's voice came from directly behind me. I turned to see him smiling at both me and his wife.
"But it's true, Bill," he continued, "you know that Lil is..er...shall we say, a highly sexed lady?"
I nodded dumbly.
"I know you fancy the ass off her so let's stop messing about, okay? You want her, she wants you and I want to watch you both fuck!"
I didn't need much persuading. My hard cock was still aching in my shorts and, at that moment, I wanted this woman more than I had ever wanted anything before.
"I think the guests can manage without us for a while!" Laughed Mac. "Come on, let's go upstairs!"
Mac gripped one of my hands and Lilly took the other as, between them, they led me up the stairs and into the guest bedroom.
"You've seen a lot of my body under this silly dress, Bill," said Lilly with a smile, "so let's see yours. Strip off and get naked!"
At first, I was a little self-conscious. All this had happened very quickly and I had to confirm to myself on several occasions that it was all really happening. Mac - my best friend - was sitting in the corner watching while his sexy wife was almost commanding me to shed my clothes. I started slowly. My shirt fell to the ground and I kicked it into the corner. I stood before Lilly topless and in just my shorts and sandals. I smiled trying to regain some composure.
"And the rest!" cried Lilly. She was becoming obviously excited.
I took a deep breath and quickly pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked my sandals off. I stood naked.
Lilly moved towards me and kissed me full on the lips. The embrace quickly became more heated and our tongues cork-screwed around in each other mouth's. I gasped suddenly and held my breath again. Lilly had wrapped her long, cool fingers around my throbbing shaft and was leading me to the bed.
"Mmmmmm...that's more like it," she whispered, "much more comfortable here!"
Our embrace continued as she slowly stroked my erection in her soft hand and, when our lips finally parted, I found myself nearly gasping for air.
I turned to look at Mac. I was going to ask him again, confirm that he really wanted me to go through with this before it was too late. Hell, I thought, it was already too late! A team of wild horses would have had trouble dragging me away from Lilly at that point!
Mac smiled at me. I noticed that he had unzipped his pants and was slowly masturbating his hard tool as he watched. This was all the encouragement that I needed and once again took Lilly's face in my hands as we continued to kiss and tongue each other. Lil's hand was now cupping my balls. The sensations were delightful as her long fingernails tickled lightly under the sensitive skin and then slowly worked their way up my shaft and over my throbbing cock-head.
"Why don't you strip as well, baby?" Mac's earthy voice echoed from the corner.
Lilly and I came up for air again. Her face was a smiling picture as she stood and began to unbutton the front of her dress. I sat back on the bed, my cock standing out hard and rigid as she disrobed. The dress fell to the floor and her hands were behind her back opening her bra strap. Both Mac and I gasped at the same time as we saw the bra drop. Lilly's hands were on her hips and she pushed her chest out accentuating her full, pert tits. As I had hoped, there was no trace of sag at all and the cherry-red nipples stood out firm and proud.
Lilly's thumbs hooked into the waistband of her bikini panties as she began to roll the tiny briefs down over her black stockings. I stared at her pussy as it became exposed. Lilly had trimmed her pubic mound right back so that just a small patch of hair guarded the entrance to her sex. I could hardly keep my eyes from her snatch and licked my lips appreciatively.
"Have a taste, Bill!" Cried Mac, "I can see you want to!"
He was right. I did want to taste his wife's cunt and I didn't need much persuading! In a second I had Lilly sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread as wide as the little slut could get them. My head dropped between her thighs and I breathed in the heady aroma of her sex. I used my fingers and pulled her wet lips open. Her scent filled my nostrils and I swiped my tongue over her distended clitty. I heard a moan come from above me and smiled to myself as I set to my task with great enthusiasm.
I sucked and slurped on Lilly's clit. My hands held her lips open and my fingers danced in and out of her wet pussy. On several occasions, I touched on her sensitive asshole and felt her shiver in anticipation. I knew she was close and continued to work both of her holes until I felt her entire body start to tremble and her juices start to run freely into my mouth.
"Now it's my turn!" Gasped Lilly as she pulled me up onto the bed.
I was ready for her. I held my solid erection in my hand as she lowered her head towards me. My mind reeled as I felt her soft lips close around the head of my cock and draw me into her mouth.
I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensations as her lips caressed me and her fingers found and cupped my heavy balls. I tried to control myself - quite successfully - and took deep, long breaths as she fellated me so expertly. I glanced back over at Mac. He was still sitting quietly but was now openly masturbating. His thick cock slithered through his fist as he brought himself closer and closer towards climax.
"Damn, Bill," gasped Lilly as she let my throbbing tool slip from between her lips, "I really want you to fuck me!"
Again, how could I refuse? Lilly pushed me gently back on the bed and swung a stocking-clad leg over me. I felt the gossamer material around her smooth thigh as it touched my skin. I have always liked women to wear stockings when fucking and Lilly's legs looked perfect in them.
She faced away from me and supported her hands on the bed. I watched her pert, round butt and wet, pink sex lips as they descended towards my rigid tool. If her mouth felt good, then her pussy was absolutely delicious. Her muscles squeezed me. Her wet tube held me tight as she slowly raised and lowered her hips. The warm friction of her building rhythm was quite sensational.
Suddenly I heard a groan. I looked over at Mac just in time to see a great stream of cum shooting from the end of his twitching cock.
"Oh shit!" he cried as he climaxed, "you guys look so fucking hot!"
"Ohhhhh" moaned Lilly as she rode me, "There's more to cum, baby! Wanna watch your best friend fuck your wife up the ass?"
I watched Mac's face glaze over in a look of lustful wonderment. He nodded his head vigorously and began pumping his wilting member with his fist.
In one swift, fluid motion, Lilly slithered reluctantly off my tool and lay on her back. Her hands went under her legs and she pulled them back towards her head. She had always been an athletic girl and this bent position seemed to give her no problem at all.
I looked down at her spread body. Her cunt lips were wide open and dripping juice down into the crack of her ass. Her tits looked hot and flushed with color; the cherry-red nipples hard and thrusting. Her hands moved down and spread her buttocks wide. I gasped as her anus opened and winked sensuously. I knew what Lilly wanted. I knew what Mac wanted and I knew what I wanted.
Gently I guided my slick tool towards the impossibly tight hole. I heard Lilly moan as my hard flesh touched the soft tender opening. I pressed forward. Damn, she was tight! I pushed a little harder. The resistance was strong but Mac's little slut began to push back towards me. And then suddenly the dam burst. I felt the deep heat of her ass surround my inflamed cock as I traveled up inside her. I groaned out loud and Lilly let out a small, high pitched squeal.
"Go on, man, fuck her!" Mac was close to us now and still trying to massage his wet cock into a more upright position. "Fuck her...fuck her...fuck the slut in the ass!"
I felt Lilly react when her husband called her a slut. Her whole body seemed to tense and I heard a soft moan escape her lips.
"You like me in your ass, slut?" I hissed through clenched teeth. This was a band-wagon I wanted to jump on!
Again the soft moan, louder this time. I pushed in deeper.
"That's it, whore! Take my big cock in your tight butt!"
More moaning; deep and guttural. This was turning her on as much as me.
"I'm gonna fuck your slut ass till I cum!" I cried.
This time Lilly shuddered. Her fingers went straight to her clit and she rubbed herself furiously, climaxing hard as Mac and I called her all the nasty names we could think of.
"Let me suck the cum out of your big cock, Bill!" she gasped, "This little whore wants to be your cum-slut!"
Again we quickly changed positions. My cock slipped out of Lilly's abused back door with a "pop". I stood on the bed, my legs trembling and my turgid cock throbbing and twitching in front of me. I knew that I was going to cum very quickly.
Lilly grasped me and greedily swallowed my cock straight into her mouth. Her lips formed a perfect seal around the head of my cock and her tongue slithered along the sensitive underside. I let out a cry. I could feel the cum rising from my balls and wanted to warn Lilly of the impending explosion. But, suddenly, it was too late. The seed was literally pouring out of me. Lilly tried to swallow but the viscous fluid spilled from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her perfect tits.
"Mmmmm...that's right my little slut....my little slut...my cum-slut....."
"What slut? You've never called me that before, at least not BEFORE you fucked me!"
My wife's voice permeated through the dream dragging my consciousness up through a dark tunnel and eventually into the light. My eyes opened and I looked blearily up into the familiar face.
"Good dream?" Jan asked, a wry grin on her face.
"I think it must have been," she continued. I realized that in my sleep I had pulled the sheet back. I sleep naked and my hard cock was twitching with a life of its own against my belly.
Again I couldn't think of anything intelligent to say so I simply pulled the sheet back over and covered my body.
"Now," Jan started again as she headed for the bathroom, "don't forget Mac and Lilly's party tonight. Those two have been acting a little strangely recently, I hope they are okay together. Maybe they could use a little help."
I turned over and smiled to myself. I could just recall some small particles of the dream that hadn't scattered from my mind like wind-blown feathers. Maybe Mac and Lilly did need our help - anyway, it would be fun to find out.!