Thursday 17 December 2009

I Masturbated in Front of My Best Friend's Wife and Her Sister

Masturbation Stories

Parties have never been my thing. It’s not that I’m awkward or anything, but I’m not quite the life and soul and it’s just that I don’t necessarily like to have to do small talk all evening. It can get a little boring and that’s not supposed to be the point! But my best friend Richard was having a do at his and that meant I had to attend, like it or not. I consoled myself with the thought that his gorgeous wife Liz would of course be there. She’d always done it for me. A tall, elegant hottie with luscious, long red hair! There was always the chance that her sister, Emma, would be there as well and she looked pretty similar - and was single. Maybe I was in with a chance?

Later on at the party, I was doing the usual. Smiling, looking interested and trying not to say the wrong thing. But the more bored I got, the more I kept looking back to Richard’s wife and her sister. They both looked amazing, showing off their figures in tight, silk dresses. I don’t think I was the only man there who was drawn to the sight of them talking and giggling away together. There wasn’t another woman in the room that came close to them in looks or allure.

I hadn’t had a chance to talk to either of them but figured the way I was getting hornier by the minute, it was probably a good thing. It probably wouldn’t have looked too good if I got an erection in the middle of the kitchen! So I settled for stealing a glance at them whenever I could.

When the inevitable need for a trip to the bathroom came, I knew I was going to be in trouble. Having had a semi for most of the evening, how was I now going to resist the temptation to relief myself in the other respect? On the one hand I figured it might make me less tense, but on the other…well, was it right? Richard was my friend after all.

I walked up the stairs towards the bathroom and past the door of Richard and Liz’s bedroom. Out the corner of my eye I caught sight of what struck me as being black lace hanging out of a drawer. I stopped in my tracks and looked more closely. It was hard to make out but I was sure that there was some of Liz’s underwear peeking out where she’d not closed the drawer properly. “Keep on walking,” I told myself, “you can’t go snooping around your best mate’s bedroom.”

But something drew me in. To see the soft, silky material that Liz wore close to her intimate parts was too good an opportunity to miss. Leaving the light off, but with the room lit from outside, I crept over. Slowly opening the drawer, I was confronted by lace, silk and array of colours. Some deep and sexy, some light and feminine. I pulled out a skimpy red thong. I held them out in front of me and imagined them on Liz. Her round, firm ass showing to perfection from behind, her sweet little pussy barely covered by the see through lace at the front. I imagined running my hand over her, feeling the soft skin between her thighs. I was rock hard now and masturbating was no longer an option - it was inevitable.

“No-one will see me here,” I thought as I perched on the end of the bed, thong still in hand. “It’s not like I’m going to be long.” I unzipped myself and took my cock on my hand. I brushed Liz’s underwear gently over me, feeling the tingling sensation of the fluttering movements. Closing my eyes, I started to imagine Liz naked and splayed on the bed, her sexy underwear cast aside where I‘d undressed her. I pulled on my cock as I thought of the feeling of kissing her pale breasts and delicate, hardened nipples. In my mind I kissed her neck and moved up, placing my mouth over hers as I entered the moist, warmth of her pussy.

I was jerking off much faster now as I wanted to be done as soon as possible. I was fixed firmly on the image of fucking Liz and didn’t hear the approaching footsteps, the sound of the door swinging open. It was when the light went on that I jumped to, shocked and horrified. I looked up and saw Liz and Emma staring back at me. Their faces were pure confusion and astonishment, unable to take in the sight before them. I sat there, rooted to the spot, my hand still round my cock. The girls looked at each other and the surprise turned to laughing. Clamping their hands over their mouths, they giggled at their shared moment. I sat there wondering what the hell I should do next.

It was Liz that spoke to me first. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, staring at my cock. “Don’t let us stop you, we just came for a bit of a private chat,” she said. Emma placed herself the other side of me. “I agree with Liz, there’s no reason for you to stop playing with yourself just because we’re here. In fact, I’ve always wanted to know what men do when they jerk off.”

I was nervous and humiliated but somehow beginning to get aroused again. It seemed that I was going to be the centre of attention at this party after all - and getting it from the 2 hottest women here! But my hard on had waned a little and I wasn’t sure it was going to return too easily under such pressure. “Oh,” said Liz, “it seems that he’s run out of steam a little bit here.” Emma flashed Liz a dirty smile, “I’m sure we can help him out with that.” Emma reached down to my groin and ran her hand over my cock and balls in one, smooth movement. I felt a jolt and a rush of pleasure as I started to harden. Liz took over from Emma by caressing my shaft. To feel her soft hand on my dick was electric and my hips instinctively thrust upwards to meet her movements. She looked into my eyes and seemed to understand my desire. She took a firmer grip around me and started to slowly glide up and down.

Liz and Emma exchanged a look. Liz immediately stopped pleasuring me and they both leaned in. “We think that you should carry on yourself,” Liz whispered to me. “We’re very curious to see how you make yourself come.” Feeling the warmth of both of their hot bodies so close to me, the sense of embarrassment had totally disappeared. I wanted to climax and I wanted their eyes on me as I did so. The strange sensation of feeling special at this moment, of this feminine interest in my manhood, was awakening an exhibitionist in me that I never knew was there.

Leaning back on my left hand, my right hand wrapped around my cock I was going to give these girls a show. I wanted to them to be fixed upon me, to not be able to tear their eyes away from me rapidly tugging my stiff cock. I started to move the skin back and forth and immediately felt my climax was imminent. I looked to my right and then to my left, taking in the desirous expressions of the sisters. My dick was the centre of all our worlds. No other man in the building had women wanting him like this.

The pleasure building, I leant back further as the warm surge enveloped me. I felt my climax pump my load into the air and onto my stomach, the hot liquid seeming to endlessly spurt from me. The release was immense and I smiled a satisfied smile as I heard the girls talk to one another, sharing their thoughts and discussing how I’d turned them on. I was hoping it was could be enough for a repeat performance some time.

Friday 11 December 2009

Threesome With the 2 Girls From Next Door

The 2 girls who lived in the apartment up the hall were gorgeous. In their early twenties, both slim and yet big breasted, one blonde and one brunette, they were every man’s dream. It wasn’t just the way they looked though. There was something sensual about them too. They were always affectionate with each other and were warm and funny to talk to. I often used to stop and chat to them, building up quite a firm friendship over the 6 months I’d been living there. I’d even on occasion invited them into mine for a few drinks. I’d enjoyed their light hearted flirting, it made me feel good.

Coming home this particular Friday I was hoping tonight was going to be one of those evenings and was keeping an eye for them. I was ready to kick off the weekend with some fun and thought they were just the girls to rely on for that! Walking up the stairs I saw the blonde, Alana, coming the other way. She burst into one of her lovely warm smiles as she saw me.

“Hi,” I said, trying to sound as cool as possible, “just the girl I was hoping to see.” “Oh yeah, anything I should be worried about?” she laughed. “Only if you find the idea of a few drinks over at mine worrying - and who could blame you?” Alana laughed but said she wasn’t able to, “I’ve actually got a bit of a date this evening. Who knows, tonight may be my lucky night! But Claire is in, why don’t you drop by and ask her?” “I think I’m going to do just that…oh, and by the way, he’s the lucky one.” It was meaningless banter, nothing more I thought to myself. But God, she looked good as she bounded down the stairs.

I knocked on Claire’s door, suddenly worrying how I might cope for conversation with just the 2 of us, but any doubts disappeared the moment she opened the door. She was dressed for relaxing around at home - although I use the term ‘dressed’ in the loosest possible sense. She had a tiny pair of shorts on and a small top that was showing a significant amount of cleavage. Desperately trying to keep my eyes on her face, I breezily relayed the conversation with Alana on the stairs. “So, I wondered if you wanted to join me for some company and to share a bottle of wine.” “Now there’s an offer a girl can’t refuse on a Friday night when she’s on her lonesome,” she said with a wink. I imagined she was going to say she’d get changed so I was secretly delighted when she just grabbed the keys from the shelf and walked straight out the door.

The bottle of wine was open within minutes of being back at mine and we were sat down on my sofa chatting. Mostly we talked work and some of the mutual contacts and friends we had, but every now and then the conversation would veer towards something slightly more sexual. She would stretch out a little more, moving her feet nearer to me. I was tempted to start giving her a foot massage - and in fact it seemed as if this is what she was angling for. I carried on talking but risked placing my hand down on her foot, testing to see if she would pull it away. She didn’t.

The moment there was a break in the conversation, she stretched her foot out more. “It’s been a bit of a stressful week,” she said wriggling her toes. I placed my wine glass on the floor, “I’m sure that there’s something I can do about that.” I started to massage her feet as the conversation fell silent. She dropped her head back and sighed, “That’s a very good start.” “Just a start?” I replied. “You mean there’s more I can do for you?”

I started to slide up the sofa towards her, her eyes fixed on me, urging me on. I stroked her long, dark hair away from her face and kissed her. Within seconds the kissing had turned more passionate, Claire leading the way. She reached to the top button of my shirt. With every button she undid she stroked my chest and her kisses got deeper. I didn’t waste the opportunity to reciprocate and started to feel her breasts through her skimpy top. Her nipples were hardening with my touch and I could wait no longer to get a look at them. I broke the kiss momentarily and pulled off her top, then going straight into taking off her bra.

Her tits were large and soft but firm and perfectly shaped. Her lightly tanned skin gave these beautiful orbs a slight sheen which I found irresistible. I took both breasts in my hands as I teased her nipples to being fully erect. I needed to have them in my mouth. Stroking her tits with my hands and sucking on those beautiful big nipples, I was in heaven. Claire giggled as she watched me losing myself in her fantastic bosom.

I was disturbed from this heaven on earth by a knock at the door. Claire and I looked at one another, the unspoken agreement being to ignore who ever was intruding on our fun. “Hello! What are you two doing in there?” came Alana’s voice. “Shit“, I thought. Much as I’m hot for Alana I’m not keen on her ruining what I’ve got going on with Claire right now. But to my amazement, Claire jumped up with an excited yelp, still naked but for her shorts, running to the door.

Alana walked straight in raising her eyebrow at Claire’s state of undress. “Getting cosy without me are we?” I half smiled, not really knowing how to play this situation. Claire, helped Alana off with her coat, gently whispering, “Not any more.” The 2 girls immediately turned to each other and started to kiss each other softly. Alana was stroking Claire’s breasts as she kicked off her shoes. I couldn’t have turned away if I’d tried. I was transfixed by this tender and arousing sight.

They pulled away from another and looked over at me. Claire took Alana by the hand and brought her over to the sofa. Sitting next to me, Alana leant in close and kissed me while Claire unzipped her dress. Alana pulled away as her dress was removed to reveal a skimpy red bra and thong set and hold up stockings. Whatever had happened on her date, it was certainly his loss. The girls sat either side of me and both held their faces close to mine. Both of their lips were merely inches away. Claire kissed me first and had barely pulled away before I felt Alana’s lips touch mine. I reached to either side of me so that I could caress the tits of both girls as a constant stream of their light kisses and licks of their tongues took over my mouth. Occasionally their lips met one another’s as we changed over.

It was Alana that slowly unzipped my jeans to free up my straining cock, taking me in her hand and caressing my shaft and balls. Not to be outdone, Claire immediately ran her hand over my member too. I barely had the awareness to continue kissing them both as the pleasure mounted in me. Their hands would glide over my dick creating a constant sensation of being touched and desired.

Suddenly, Alana pulled away which seemed to give a signal to Claire. They both stood up and gestured to me to do so also. Walking towards my bedroom, I knew they were now ready to take it to another level. The girls both threw themselves on the bed first, immediately embracing each other for a passionate kiss. As they did so, I climbed onto the bed and first removed Claire’s shorts. Her cunt was shaven and inviting so I parted her legs slightly to brush my tongue over her soft pussy lips. I then moved onto Alana, unhooking her bra as she continue to kiss Claire, then pulling down her thong to reveal her equally sweet, shaven pussy. An image flashed through my mind of them shaving each other as they played together in their apartment. The thrill of it made me want to fuck them both right now.

As I tried to touch them, they rolled me onto my back so that I lay between them both, my erection proudly standing in the middle of us all. The girls set to work on me. Both honing straight in on my cock, together they licked the shaft from top to bottom, a tongue on either side. Suddenly, an exquisite stab of pleasure washed through me as they both licked my glans, their tongues merging and sweeping over me. They took it in turns to take my whole length into their mouths, the other sucking my balls while she waited her turn again.

Claire broke away and came up to lie next to me. I embraced her, holding her tight as I explored her mouth as deeply as Alana was sucking my cock. Alana stopped as Claire started to climb on top of me. With Claire’s lips pressing down on me, I felt Alana guiding me into Claire, holding my balls as I slid all the way in. Gently at first, Claire started to move up and down. Alana’s hands were still at work however and this time she was rubbing Claire’s clit as she rode my cock, passion building within her as started to build pace and speed.

I watched Claire’s face and felt her tits as she took me deeper into her. She was nearing her climax and her pussy was dripping wet. She threw her head back and let out a cry of ecstasy, not holding back for a moment. She immediately climbed off me, kissing me again while Alana sucked her juices off my cock, cleaning me up ready for her.

While Claire lay to one side to bask in her joy, Alana was fired up and ready to go. She smiled at me as she turned over and climbed onto all fours. I wasted no time and jumped up to kneel behind her and enjoy the feel of the second pussy of the night. I was in Alana’s cunt to the hilt while Claire’s was still hot and stretched from her fucking.

I knew I wasn’t going to last too long now but couldn’t restrain myself. I grabbed hold of Alana’s hips and thrust hard into her, slapping against her ass. Alana’s moans only served to excite me more and I could feel the waves of pleasure mounting. I then became aware of Claire crawling between our legs and looked down to see her raise her head. I looked to the ceiling as I could feel the sweet, gentle flicks of her tongue over my balls. She then clearly moved her attention’s on to Alana’s hot and needy pussy as she gasped and moaned with greater intensity.

I was now beyond the point of no return. The girls, with both pussy and tongue, were bringing me to the pinnacle of a sensation I’d never experienced before. I knew I only had a few thrusts left and so was happy that this was also true for Alana. Returning the favour to her friend, Claire brought Alana’s clit to orgasm while I screwed her tight cunt from behind.

With a powerful explosion, I felt my climax engulf me. Slamming hard into Alana, I came in her as I pulled her hips to reach deep inside.

After, we all lay on the bed together. I had a girl each side of me as I held them both and they held hands across my chest. As sleep started to take hold of me, I could hear them start to chat away and drifted off to the sounds of their soft, quiet laughter.

Thursday 10 December 2009

Anonymous Encounter on the Train

It was going to be a long train journey home and I wasn’t in the mood for it. In fact I was feeling more than a bit horny and was in the mood for some gratification. I’d taken myself off for some self pleasuring in the lavatory before on this particular route and was having thoughts of doing so again. As I sat down in a near empty carriage I noticed there was a very pretty girl on her own. She was a voluptuous blond smartly dressed but with a short skirt on. Still classy though I thought. I figured I would sit near her, get a look at her before I went off for a bit of ‘me time’.

I sat down opposite. She didn’t acknowledge me and kept on reading her book. “Perfect” I thought, “this will give me the opportunity to take all of her in without her even noticing.” I let my eyes roam over her long, shapely legs and I liked the way she had elegantly crossed them. She had a neat, nipped in waist and her breast were full and glorious. I lingered over them, clearly picturing what her nipples would look like.

I must have got carried away as I forgot to check and see whether she was still reading. A slight turn of her head suddenly broke me out of my daze. I looked up dreading her anger or worse her giving me a mouthful of her disdain. I was surprised to see her checking me out in return. She caught my eye and smiled. She had a sweet face but that was a dirty smile! She placed her book down beside her. Her eyes gestured to the lavatory. I couldn’t believe she was actually going for it so soon.

She stood up and walked over to the door, looking over her shoulder as she went. I knew what that stare meant. I jumped up and as she turned to close the door, I stopped her. I tried to think of something to say to her, but silence seemed more appropriate somehow. I closed the door behind me.

For a moment we just stood looking at each other, becoming accustomed to each other’s eyes, each other’s scent. The slight rocking movement slowly pushed us closer together. She reached up to put her arms around my neck, I slid my hands around her waist. I kissed her, immediately sliding my tongue into her mouth. My hands slid down to her behind and grabbed at her round and firm buttocks. I pulled her against my groin to help my hard on along. It was barely necessary.

I guided her backwards until her back was pressed up against the wall, holding her arms outstretched at shoulder level. I undid the buttons on her blouse and exposed the full breasts I’d been admiring tantalisingly covered in a pretty white, lacy bra. Her tits bounced with the movement of the train. I placed a hand on her breast and stroked the creamy, delicate skin. I kissed her again as I reached into her bra and went straight for her nipple. She had large, erect nipples that were sensitive as she gasped and sighed as I caressed them.

Lifting her skirt, I pulled down her underwear and gently ran a finger over her cunt. She was wet and ready and that was enough for me now. I lifted one of her legs up and placed her foot on the edge of the basin. I slid my cock straight into her. She looked up at me with longing in her eyes and so I knew she was ready to get straight down to it. I immediately started to hammer my dick into her, the cheap wall banging with us. It was going to be obvious to anyone sitting the other side of it that there were people fucking behind them.

It bothered neither of us. She was captivated by the thrusting, by my cock plunging into the centre of her being which she showed to me by matching my movements with her moans and sighs. She was lost to the ecstasy of my pounding her. Where her eyes were closed tightly shut mine were wide open. I watched my dick sliding in and out of her, covered in the juice of her hungry pussy. I watched her bite her lip while I fucked her harder, her tits brushing up against me.

I rammed my cock into her as she screamed out, begging me to fuck her. I bet she never dared do this with her boyfriend, I thought. She looked as if she’d been waiting for this all her life. Pinning her hands above her head, I wanted to finish her off pretty soon. I was going to shoot my load any moment and I really wanted to see her totally lose control of herself. I moved my hand down to her tits and teased her stiff nipple. That was enough for her and she shouted, “I’m coming,” as she panted and struggled to catch her breath.

The spasms in her cunt were deep and the way her body went still and rigid only served to make it all the easier to bury my orgasm further into her. I didn’t lose a single stroke as I pumped an endless climax into her beautiful pussy.

We looked into each other’s eye for a moment before I pulled out of her and started to adjust my clothes. As she started to do up the buttons on her blouse, I stopped her, wanting to make the most of my last time of being close to those luscious breasts. I did them up myself and when I’d finished dressing her I placed a kiss on her forehead. I went to the door, gingerly opening it to check no-one was outside. Giving the all clear, we went back to out seats. With one last, sweetly coy smile, she picked up her book and carried on reading.

Wednesday 9 December 2009

Feminization Stories

Feminization stories are intimate, delicate and intense. Feminization stories show the beautiful transformation of a sensual and sexual creature. They are about love, honesty and the ultimate pleausure. At Steamy Stories we share your belief in the right to express the feminine urges inside you. There are feminization stories to suit every fantasy.

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My Boss Forced Me to be a Woman for her Pleasure
Forced Feminization by My Demanding Neighbours

My Boss Forced Me to be a Woman for her Pleasure

My boss was a right bitch. I’d never liked her and I wasn’t the only one. Her rages, her outbursts, her bullying ways were relentless. It was common for me and some of the other guys to talk about fucking her, it was a way of letting off steam and making light of the situation. But the fact of the matter was, she was terrifying - 6 foot tall, a strong build and a steely gaze. She was far from ugly too let me tell you which is always enough to strike fear into any man’s heart. She had long, luscious black hair and full, pouty lips that were mostly painted red.

She lived nearby to me and occasionally she would give me a lift home if she saw me walking. The conversation was always stilted and uneasy so it was something I preferred to avoid if possible.

Today was not going to be one of those days. In fact today had been an awful day and she’d made it that way. She’d shot the usual put downs my way, criticised my work in the most sarcastic manner possible and generally made me feel like a piece of shit - there‘d just been more of it than was usual and she‘d seemed to have thrived on it. I’d felt humiliation well up inside me and I knew it wasn’t going to go away just by leaving the office. Of all days, she chose this one to pick me up on the way home.

What I wasn’t expecting was her to invite me in to hers for a quick drink. She had seemed quite sincere, almost sweet as she’d asked me so I didn’t like to refuse. I was also of course scared of what she’d be like tomorrow if I rejected her. So, with trepidation, I went into her home. It was exquisite. The furnishings were modern but with a classic feel, everything was immaculate and VERY expensive. This was a woman of control and taste - she knew exactly what she wanted.

I sat down in the living room as she walked to the kitchen and I realised I hasn’t told her what I wanted. She hadn’t asked me. She shouted something through about how she rarely got to know her colleagues out of work beyond general small talk way. I thought to myself that it was hardly surprising, this hardcore bitch was never going to get any invites out. Somehow the coldness of her, admittedly, fine home only made me dislike her more, brought out more of the resentment I felt towards her.

She walked back into the living room with 2 cocktails. I tried to suppress the look of surprise but inside I was thinking, “A cocktail? Hardly a man’s drink is it?” She paused slightly as she walked towards me, clocking the expression on my face. Raising one eyebrow, she said with a husky voice and a slightly wicked smile, “You never know, you might just like it.”

She sat close to me on the sofa and ploughed on with her talk about the office. “I had singled you out from the start,” she said looking directly at me. I felt a rush of shock and discomfort. Where the hell was she going with all of this? Sure, I had joked about fucking her but I didn’t think I’d actually have the nerve to do it in reality. “You have a certain quality that I like,” she continued, “very sweet, very giving.” I smiled but she could see it wasn’t genuine. What the hell did she mean by that? She knew nothing about me.

“You probably think I’m hardly fit to judge, seeing as I hardly know you.” My eyes suddenly widened at this insight. “But you’re wrong”, she said leaning over to me, “I know exactly what you are.” She was almost purring in her glee, the glint in her eyes told me she was getting aroused by her little game. She lifted her hand and gently stroked my hair. “So timid,” she whispered, “hardly a man at all.” My heart was pounding. I should be angry but I couldn’t get past the fear. I’d known all my life that I didn’t feel up to being a man. I fought and buried the sense of failure, tried to fit in with the guys and hoped and prayed no-one would ever notice.

“I bet you’ve barely enough dick for a proper hard on right now.” She reached straight between my legs and grabbed my cock. She was right in that I was getting an erection - but now I feared her laughing at the size of my penis. Surely this was going to make it go down. She pressed hard on my crotch, caressing my cock, scrutinising my manhood. I let out a whimper. I hadn’t meant to. Our eyes met immediately - mine pleading with her not to mock me, hers merely amused. She cupped my face, pulling me closer to her, “looks like you’re ready to show yourself to me,” she said in a low voice, “it’s time to stop hiding.”

She stood up and it was clear I was to follow her upstairs. I tried to find the courage and the words to tell her no, but the coward in me won. I followed her. In my mind I was still convincing myself that I would just fuck and her and get the hell out. Hopefully she wouldn’t play too many games with me in the process.

Her bedroom was as perfectly well judged as the rest of the house, with an enormous bed being the centre piece. I couldn’t help but notice that it had ornate iron bars as part of its design. I shuddered. My boss stood in front of me, her 2 inch height advantage suddenly becoming more apparent. “Strip.” I slowly took my clothes off as she watched me. I felt exposed and inside I was screaming to run, to save myself the pain of this humiliation. So why was my cock twitching with the excitement as she ran her cool, emotionless gaze all over me. She clearly had ideas, I just wished she would throw me a scrap of comfort and tell me what they were. “There, a clean slate to work with, “ she said, “that feels better doesn’t it?” It didn’t but I nodded.

She walked over to her underwear drawer and pulled out a bra and panties set. They were a soft, light pink, covered in frills and lace. The panties were see through. She had to be kidding. She tossed them over to me, “Put them on.” I stood still but my eyes darted over to the door. She caught my look and walked directly to the door, there was an angry air about her. I looked away as I heard her turn the key. “I shouldn’t have to tell you again, you fucking half wit, put them on.” Her voice was commanding and stern, but there was real rage building up in her too. I fumbled for the lingerie, my hands shaking. She rolled her eyes and tutted loudly, striding back over to me. She picked up the bra, placed the straps around my arms and then clasped it in place behind my back. That single act was like she was tying me up, binding me in some way. I wanted to be free but was not strong enough to fight back. She pulled on the panties, tucking my erection into it. She lightly brushed her hand against me, the soft fabric moving over my cock and sending waves of pleasure through me. I closed my eyes, trying to block the reality of me standing before her dressed as a woman. But how the soft material and the tightness of her bra around my chest felt betrayed my true thoughts. My mind was as trapped as my body was.

Next she produced a suspender belt, stockings and the highest pair of heels I’d ever seen. Placing the belt around my waist, she pulled it tight. A further piece of my maleness was being subjugated as she secured it behind me. She had me raise my legs one at a time as she pulled on the silk stockings and snapped them in place. She placed the black, 10 inch heels before me and her eyes ordered me to step into them. My height was raised but my balance was precarious. I felt even more vulnerable.

She saw my unsteady bearing and looked scornful, “A failure as a man and now a pathetic example of a woman.” She snapped her fingers and gestured to the large bed, “Lie down and spread your legs.” Fear prevented me from moving, but she took advantage of my weakened state, pushing me from behind. It wasn’t a forceful push but it was enough to make me topple onto the bed as she had wanted. I nervously shuffled myself into the middle and slowly parted my legs. The wicked smile slowly crossed her face again. “Good girl,” she sniggered. Reaching into the cabinet, she pulled out some silk ties. “No…” My protestations were merely above a high pitched squeak. Normally I’d have maybe just about been strong enough to fight her off but I was shaking and weakened by the prolonged angst. She sat astride me and pinned down one of my arms with her knee, laughing as she did so. She grabbed my free arm and tied it to the bars on the bed. Having done the same with my other wrist, she then moved to my ankles. I was spread out before her on her bed - her toy, her disposable plaything.

She crawled her way up the bed, arms placed either side of me, her groin pressed against mine, she looked down at me and grinned as she rubbed up and down. “Does your sweet, little pussy like that?” she asked, “Is your cunt getting wet and hungry for dick?” My eyes closed, body restrained I hardly knew what I wanted or what I was any more. The lines between my mind and hers, my body and hers, were blurred. She had taken me over completely and her will was my own. I then heard a buzzing noise. Looking up at her I saw that she had a large, life-like dildo in her hand. There was no fear left in me, my reflex reaction now was to want her to put it between my legs, I could almost sense what it would feel like to have her thrust a cock into my moist pussy.

She trailed her dildo down my stomach, “I know you want to feel my cock against your clit.” I stretched my body at the thought of the ecstasy this would bring, my hands and feet pulling against the ties. She took the tip of the vibrator and brushed it gently against my glans. I could hardly bear the wonderful sensation. I strained against the ties again, this time to try to part my legs wider, urging her to slide it into the pussy I was imagining I had. She pulled the dildo away and, lifting her skirt, pushed it into her own cunt, covering it with her glistening juices. Slowly withdrawing it, she leant over my face, her lips close to mine. “I want you to taste your wetness,” she said as she brought the shaft to my mouth, the overwhelming scent of an aroused female close to me. She put the tip in my mouth and I licked the wet cock, then running my tongue along the length. My mind was full of the image of this large, engorged cock having been inside me, wanting me. I was trembling and desperate to climax but my submission to her, to womanhood, rendered me helpless.

I felt her pulling down my panties. “And now, my pretty and obedient whore, I’m going to fuck you until I’m done with you.” She was above me, her arms supporting her weight, her legs in-between mine. I felt her slide onto me, every sensation in my mind told me it was her cock entering me. I was being taken at last. Her movements were forceful and commanding, every thrust feeding her lust. She moaned with a low sound from the back of her throat and when she tossed her hair back I could see how her eyes burned with passion. As she used me harder and harder, I knew she was nearing her climax.

Suddenly, she pressed her lips against mine, a kiss so fierce and deep I felt a sting of pain. As she kissed me she cried out and I felt the pleasure pulsing through her body as the weight of her crushed me. As if by unspoken agreement, her coming gave me permission to feel the pleasure of my own climax. An explosion of sensation took me whole - I was helpless and at her mercy as every ounce of strength drained from me. As my orgasm subsided and I lay on her bed spread eagled and satisfied, she planted a single, soft kiss on my lips.

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Standing at her front door, dressed in my own clothes once again, I mumbled a good bye to her. Even after her using me for her own gratification, she still had an intensity in her stare, a permanent lust. She stroked the side of my face and planted a kiss on my cheek, before smiling and closing the door. I started my walk home, trying to comprehend how I felt about what had happened, of what she had made me. And as I walked I felt the soft rub of her panties on my skin, her last order to me being that I was to wear them home. I knew she would be buying me more to wear for her at work and my stomach lurched with anticipation.

Tuesday 8 December 2009

A Passionate Row

The argument raged on, our words were heated and acrimonious. My girlfriend and I had never had an argument like it in the year we’d been together and I’d never seen her so animated. It had all spiralled from something trivial of course. But here we were screaming and shouting into each other’s faces.

All the while that I was getting angrier and angrier, there was also a side of me that was enjoying myself. The abandon, the unleashing of feelings was kind of sexy. I found myself watching her wild, bright eyes, her flushed face and the way her words caught on her breath. She was out of control and I had a strong desire to tame her. I wanted to win this argument.

I didn’t have to wait too much longer for my opportunity. I turned away from her, throwing my hands in the air in desperation and she wasn’t having any of it. Immediately, she grabbed my arm and insisted I turn to face her again. I did, but this time I meant business and the look on my face showed it. I stared down at her, silently. She shut up out of shock, but only for a moment. She went to speak again and I took my opportunity then. I grabbed both her shoulders and shouted, “enough!”

She started to ask me how I dare talk to her like that, but I kissed her passionately. She tried to move her face away so I let her - but my grip on her shoulders remained. “You shouldn’t wind me up like this,” I said to her, “too much passion just reminds me of fucking you.” I knew this would enrage her but I wanted to see her strain and wriggle against me. “You fucking, heartless bastard,” she screamed. My instinct was to hold her tighter and kiss her more deeply. This time I prolonged the kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue as I pressed her body against me, my erection now obvious to her.

She was rigid but no longer resisting. She was clearly undecided which way her emotions were taking her now and I was gaining power. She pulled her head back, “I don’t think this is the right time..” she started to say. “ I think you can tell that I say otherwise,” I said directing her hand to my groin. “But I think we need to talk,” she protested. I picked her up and carried her over to the kitchen table, laying her flat. “Well, I don’t agree…and I’m the one with a cock,” I said as I lifted her dress and pulled down her underwear.

To my surprise, she didn’t argue with that. I guess there’s no comeback. I put a finger in her cunt and found she was dripping wet. It seems my caveman act was more to her tastes then she’d ever let on. I’d not imagined I’d have been able to get this far, but seeing as I had, I wasn’t going to stop now. I slid the entire length of my shaft into her moist, willing pussy. “And you’re the one with a sweet, fuckable cunt.” She stayed silent but her eyes replied ‘yes’. I lifted her legs up, placing her ankles on my shoulders. Her shaven slit was completely exposed and my cock was buried deep inside it.

“This is what happens when you fire me up, drive me wild.” I thrust hard into her. She’d looked hot when she was angry but she was looking irresistible humbled and yielding beneath me. She had draped her arms above her head, her tits falling from her dress and bouncing as I fucked her. My every movement was controlling her body it seemed.

“Is this what you want really? You want to be banged like a dirty, little whore?” I expected her to answer back to such a demeaning comment. When she breathed, “yes” back to me I knew I had her right where I wanted her. I had hoped she’d go for a rough fuck but would never have dreamed she’d accept being screwed like a cheap slut. I held onto the sides of the table and rammed my cock hard into her slit, all of the anger that I’d felt turning into a one track desire to cum, to fill up that pussy with my load.

I’d never heard her make so much noise during sex. She was crying out, “fuck me” time and time again, “make me cum.” “Then show me how much you need me to fuck you, spread your legs wider.” She pressed her feet against my shoulders and gave me deeper access to her cunt. She cried out again and I knew she was nearly there. A few more thrusts was going to have her cumming all over my cock. She let out a guttural moan, grinding her hips and throwing back her head.

Nothing was going to stop me driving my climax home now. Pushing her legs apart even further, I felt the hot spurt shoot from by body as I thought only of her cunt and my glory.

The Dutiful Cuckold

A rare pleasure, I was permitted to bring my wife to climax by licking her pussy. She was spread eagled before me on the couch, I was knelt before her and desperate for the chance to prove myself. As I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt, she suddenly pushed my head away and sighed with disappointment. “I’m not even getting wet,” she said as she rolled her eyes. I knew who she really wanted. She had been satisfied and entertained by her lover for over 2 years now, all her needs gratified by a better man than me. Lovelorn and pathetic, I stood by and said nothing like the cuckold I was. I put my wife’s happiness before my own and when all was said and done, I just wasn’t up to making her come like he could.

He had been away for a few days and I was hoping that her sexual frustration would steer her affections towards me but she’d paid me hardly any attention at all. In fact I got less attention than usual seeing as I hadn’t been needed to help her dress up for him. This was part of it all for her, had been from the start. She knew I found her irresistible, that the sight of her in her lingerie, stockings and heels would leave me spellbound. I watched her brush her hair, put on her make up and would tell her how beautiful she looked, feeding her ego as she prepared herself for another man. It was my job to make her feel desirable, I was merely part of the foreplay.

Usually I stayed out of the way when her lover arrived. I would let him into the house and then make myself scarce, often able to hear the sounds of their ecstasy down the hall. I was both taunted and happy - ashamed at not being able to gratify her needs myself but content that she was getting all she desired. Today, after getting that brief taste of her, I wanted to be close to her again. I didn’t know if it was going to be torturous or beautiful but I was going to watch her being fucked by her lover. I wanted to know what she had been missing so much.

I walked towards the bedroom, hearing the laughter and whispering as I drew closer. Knocking as I opened the door I saw them both lying together on the bed, him naked and her in just her stockings and heels. He was holding her, his hands roaming all over her soft skin. They looked at me but didn’t stop. I sat down on the end of the bed as they resumed kissing. His hand reached up to her breasts and she sighed at his delicate touch.

He lay her down fully on her back and started to kiss her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed again, this time with the anticipation of where she knew he was heading. She knew her lovers moves, they clearly had an intimate connection. Momentarily I felt the intruder. But then she moved her foot over to me and I rested my hand on her ankle. Just to touch her at this time felt electric, as if I was the one stimulating her. As he licked her nipples I stroked her calf. She extended her leg and flexed her foot so I took that as a sign that she was glad that I was there. His hand moved down as he sucked on her breasts, parting her legs. I saw that beautiful pussy, the glistening wetness that he had roused. Her sharp intake of breath matched the timing of his fingers exploring damp folds of her cunt and he expertly stroked her clit. Her hips started to rock back and forth and she went straight for his cock. He was hard and her hand felt the full length of him, lightly stroking him. He slipped his fingers inside her and she grabbed at him more roughly, fondling his balls.

He rolled on top of her and kissed her deeply. I could see her parting her legs wider, inviting him inside her. With one delicate and smooth movement he slid his cock into her. Moving up the bed, I could see her face - she was lost in the ecstasy, taken by the joy of his cock stretching her beautiful, tight pussy. She was so moist I could see her wetness on his cock as he withdrew. Holding her hands firmly yet lovingly above her head, he smiled down at her. She opened her eyes and a sweet smile lit up her face as their gaze met. He plunged deep into her again and her head tilted back. He kissed her neck as he started to thrust a little harder into her.

I was transfixed by the glow in her cheeks, the blissful moaning. He was fucking her in exactly the way she wanted, pressed down on her willing body. His every movement welcomed. I could see the pleasure mounting within her in the way I remembered. She rolled her head, her moaning turning to gasps. I watched as her body stretched and she offered her pussy up to his pounding. He thrust his cock in her to the hilt and her climax surged through her. She called out his name as her body shook. I took her hand in mine as her awareness turned to me.

With her eyes half opened she looked over to me and she smiled a contented smile - triumphant and glorious. Her lover raised himself up as his own climax approached. He was fucking her fast now, taking his pleasure in my wife’s pussy, where he had moments before brought her the sexual joy I was no longer permitted. Her face turned back to him, stroking his shoulders and chest as he pumped his orgasm into her.

Exhausted, he lay on top of her as she cradled him in her arms. They kissed tenderly and I stood to leave them to bask in their shared moment. As I left our bedroom, awash with mixed feelings, I was certain of one thing. I couldn’t wait to be with my wife again, to tell her of how exquisitely beautiful she had looked and how much I worshiped her.

Wednesday 2 December 2009

First Time Spanking Stories of a 22 Year Old

I’d heard other people’s spanking stories, I knew that such a thing existed. But as a young woman of 22 I’d not yet had the chance to find out for myself what it was like - the feel of a firm hand striking my flesh. I’d mentioned it to boyfriends but they’d either ignored me or weren’t interested so I thought I was never going to get my chance.

But with Paul I suspected my luck had changed. He was older, at 36, tall, strong and caring but slightly distant. We weren’t dating yet, but I saw the way he looked at me - taking in my tall, slender frame, my long blonde hair, the hint of cleavage that I always had on show. And particularly my ass. Curvy but firm, it was an ass to be proud of and I certainly was. Pencil skirts for the office, tight jeans for the day, a figure hugging satin job for evenings out. I loved the feel of a man’s hand stroking it, caressing it, grabbing it. Made me feel sexy, seductive.

And yet Paul rarely touched me in the way men normally did. He was never out of control of himself, always holding back. Any desire he showed me was always limited to the intense look in his eyes.

One night at his, I turned up knowing that something was going to be different. He had been building up to something, asking me questions about how open minded I was, trying to gauge how amenable to his suggestions I would be. Clearly I passed the test as here I was, dressed in a simple back dress but with red lingerie underneath. I was ready for anything.

He led me to the living room and poured me a glass on wine. Sitting on the sofa we talked for a while, but it was all small talk. The air between us was charged. From his side it was anticipation of knowing what was to come and from mine the thrill of uncertainty, wondering what he was going to do to me. The power imbalance had been silently agreed and we were both clearly happy with it.

A couple of glasses of wine later, Paul stood up and without saying a word, led me over to the dining table. Stood next to it, he lifted up my dress, exposing my ass. He reached his hands around me and stroked my behind, planting a solitary kiss on my lips as he did so. My heart was racing as he lowered my thong to the floor. He moved his head down to my neck and I tipped my head to one side. I gasped as he ran his finger over my pussy at the same time as gently kissing my neck. He must have felt me getting moist and heard my heavy breathing as he decided now was the time to change the pace.

Bending me over the table, my face against the surface, my arms stretched out in front of me, my feet placed on the floor and wide apart. He started to caress me. His hands were gentle and I instantly shuddered at how good it felt. He ran his hand over my ass, feeling the outline of my shape. Then he slipped down to between my thighs and he ran a finger gently over my pussy, as lightly as before. The one soft movement sent a shock of electricity through me. I wanted more of him now, wanted him to grab me or take me. But he merely continued to gently caress me, his touch controlling my building excitement. I couldn’t see him but I knew his eyes were taking in all of me, my naked body, my exposed sex.

He then leant over me, his body pressing down on mine and the heat of him close to me. I could feel he was hard, his groin pressed against my ass. Leaning in against my ear, he whispered, “Do you want more?” Unable to trust myself not to merely squeak my answer, I nodded.

Pulling himself back to standing behind me, he caressed my buttock again. He paused, I felt nothing and knew nothing of what was happening. Then out of nowhere there was the slap - him striking my ass. I heard the sound of it before it sank in what he had done. I felt the tingle, the sting on my flesh, the rush of adrenaline. A feeling washed over me, of wanting to press myself into the table more, to expose myself more, to be under his control. I knew I deserved it. I couldn’t wait for the next spanking, and didn’t have to wait long before he ran his hand across my other butt cheek. I was raising my ass up, lifting myself up on my toes. The slap hit me and I knew this one would leave a mark on my pale skin. The shame of loving it so much made me blush, made me want to lash out at him back. But I was rooted to the spot, wanting more of that exquisite sting.

“I didn’t hear you cry out,” he said, “I don’t think you’ve been taught any lessons yet.” What should I say, a flash of uncertainty rush through my mind. If I said no, how far would he go? But I knew I couldn’t stop now. “You don’t know how bad I can be. And I love it. Your spanking won’t stop me.” I hardly knew where the words came from, but I wanted to challenge him. His reproach was swift. No sooner had I thought those thoughts than his hand slapped against my ass again, harder this time. Shock, pain and humiliation again consumed me. I was addicted to them all, to his power over me. My silence this time showed him I was sorry for talking back to him. I closed my eyes and waited for my further punishment. He spanked me again, and then again quickly after. The skin on my ass started to burn, I felt hot inside. My body started to change from receptive to bracing myself. I was near the limit. How far would he take me past it. He sensed my fears and stroked the glowing red skin on my buttocks, soothing the pain away. And then, with a pause I had started to fear, I knew he had raised his hand again and I cried out with the contact. I was exhausted, my head and body welcoming the cool of the table surface.

He knew when I was truly his, without any fight left. I had ran the gamut of feelings from ecstasy to shame and was now ready for him to teach me my final lesson, and for him to enjoy my total submission. He slid his hands under my hips and raised me up, to the position I had moments before been straining to put myself in. I relaxed into whatever position he wanted for me. He entered me smoothly, silently and firmly. He held himself still inside me for a moment, taking in the moment of his conquest. Then, with authority, he took me. With a few thrusts, I felt my body start to tremble and tense before the climax ripped through me. With the energy I had left, I whispered his name as I was coming. He continued to drive his cock into me with his grip on me tightening as he approached his orgasm. With his last, hard thrusts he silently shot his load into me - his triumph and my surrender was complete.