by Iona Nixon
Dinner was already set on the table, candles flickering, when Jared finally arrived home.
"I'm doing what's best for the company, mother. At this moment, it isn't wise to pull money out... I know you want to take another world cruise, but... For the last time—"he bit out ferociously, "Brianna has nothing to do with my decisions! I..." The sound of the cell phone slamming against a wall and breaking into a million tiny pieces was followed by the slam of the front door, strong enough to rattle the windows and snuff out one of the candles Brianna had lit for their romantic dinner.
She could imagine his magnificent body coiled up with tension underneath his three-piece suit; tension she would soon ease from him the way they both enjoyed.
As the seconds ticked by, Brianna lifted her wine glass and took a sip. Her eyes never leaving the thread of smoke that curled up from the snuffed-out candle. She crossed her legs beneath the table and sighed when he finally appeared in the dining room doorway.
Her sex clenched at the sight of him, completely naked, wearing his black leather, metal-studded collar. Thick muscles rippled on his chest, corded his ropey arms and legs. His erection pressed tight against washboard abs, the tip glistening with the evidence of his excitement. In his startling green eyes, she saw his desperation, his anxiety, and need. He took a few steps into the dining room and fell to his knees before the fireplace. There he waited for her inspection and approval.
And how could she not approve of such beauty. It wasn't usual to describe a man as beautiful, but no other word fit her angelic husband. His golden hair was cropped short, showing off his thick neck and meaty shoulders. Right now, his squared chin was ducked to his chest, dark lashes fanning his flushed cheeks and his lush lips parted in anticipation. God, she just wanted to lay him back and take him deep inside her... but that wasn't what he needed right now.
"Mistress," he sighed, trembling.
All that power and maleness at her disposal; her lover, her slave, her beloved pet... it was enough to make her wetter.
"You've had a hard day, my pet?"
He shuddered, then snarled, "yes, mistress. Very harrowing."
She studied him for a moment, taking another sip of her wine. "Is that why you almost broke the front door?" He tensed.
"I know you're angry, my pet, but I went through so much effort to make a soothing welcome for you and you burst into our home like a raging beast. You even snuffed out one of the candles." She clicked her tongue in the roof of her mouth shaking her head in dismay.
"I'm sorry, mistress. "
Brianna rose from her chair and walked over to his trembling form. He was so tense. She let her scarlet nails rake softly over his shoulders and through his soft hair. So beautiful... and all hers right now.
"To the dungeon," she said. He gasped at her words, his green gaze snapping to hers. "Now."
"Y-yes, mistress."
He followed her to their playroom, the dungeon, where she proceeded to strap him, ass up on the spanking bench.
He had such a delectable ass. She smirked as she ran her long nails over the taut flesh, giving him goose-bumps.
She decided to try out one of the newest toys she'd purchased, a wide, flat, leather paddle. It would sting and pinken his cute butt, but wouldn't damage his skin. Punishment wasn't meant to mutilate.
"Do you know why you're being punished, my pet?"
"Yes, mistress. I allowed myself to lose complete control in our home, without your permission."
"When we're outside, you have the control, but in here, I'm the mistress. You should have finished your disturbing call outside and broken your phone out there. Not in here... in my domain."
"Yes, mistress."
"Ten spanks, my pet, and I want you to count them."
"Yes, mistress."
He'd barely finished the word when she struck, the sound startling her, it was so loud. Her eyes snapped to his back. Every muscle was clenched, his head tilted back as he cursed tightly.
"One, mistress," he panted, tilting his ass up for more.
Brianna smiled her relief. She didn't want to hurt him. Her hand caressed the red mark, then she leaned down and nipped at it. He rewarded her with a groan.
Again, she reared back and flicked her wrist, slapping the paddle against his skin a second and third time, alternating ass cheeks. He squirmed, his muscles tensing then relaxing.
"Two and three, mistress," he groaned.
"Don't you dare come, Pet."
"No, mistress."
She spanked him three more times, barely letting him catch his breath between strikes.
"Four, five, and six, mistress."
"Does it hurt, my precious?" she cooed, caressing his heated flesh.
"Yes, my mistress."
"Do you want me to stop, baby?" Her nails raked up his spine, leaving faint red marks on his skin and making him hiss and squirm some more.
Jared's arms pulled against the chains that bound him to the spanking bench, "God, no, mistress." His hips moved as he obviously ground his hard dick against the supple leather of the bench.
"I'm going to mark you so that when you sit on that luscious ass of yours tomorrow you won't forget who owns it."
"Yes, mistress!"
She hit him four more times, bringing him to the edge of completion. By then, she was so wet for him, she literally had to restrain herself from turning him over and riding his loins till he was utterly spent.
But it wasn't what he needed right now. Not yet.
Releasing him, She ordered him to his knees, then perched herself atop the bench, spreading her legs wide.
"Pleasure me a while now, but you are not to come until I give you permission."
"Yes, mistress," he whined, obviously fighting his urge to spill.
His rose-kissed lips trailed wet caresses up her thigh until they reached her throbbing pussy. His fingers kneaded the exposed flesh of her thighs and his hot breath fanned over her slit. Brianna arched her back more, anxious to feel the desperate lash of his tongue against her fevered nub. They both groaned when he ran it through her folds as if savoring the sweetest treat. He used his teeth and tongue to eat her like a starved animal. Brianna gasped when he shoved the full length of his tongue into her clenching depths and began to fuck her with his tongue, his hips thrusting in time with his stabs into her pussy. He panted harder, whimpering in desperation. She wanted to order him not to come yet, but she herself was so close to the edge, she knew the minute she said the word come she would gush into his mouth. She needed to retain her control as mistress.
Jared suddenly pushed her legs up higher and shoved his errant tongue into her ass. Brianna screamed in surprise, then bucked in pleasure when his finger rubbed and pinched her clit, sending her headlong into a fierce climax. Her nipples throbbed as she lost her ability to speak while her body writhed. Tears leapt to her eyes as he continued to fuck her ass and torment her twitching clit, making her moan and twist in passionate agony.
He was so going to get it for that! She wanted him so wound up and ready to spill he'd taste the come in his own mouth.
When he finally released her, grinning at having made her come, she scowled at him. That wiped the smile right off his face.
"Now, not even your begging will move me, pet," she sneered, her breath still coming in harsh gulps.
"I-I'm sorry... please... I need to come... please, mistress." He fell to his knees, such a pretty sight, but now she wanted to see him sob with passion the way he'd almost made her cry.
"Stand at attention before me!"
He snapped upright, trembling, his head and eyes downcast, his hands clasped behind his back, doing his best to thrust his aching cock and hips forward submissively.
Brianna's mouth watered at the sight of all that quivering, sun-kissed skin before her. Two hundred pounds of muscled, aroused, male flesh.
When her legs were steady enough to put her weight on them, she pushed him against spanking bench and gripped his balls mercilessly. Jar
ed yelped.
"You've been a bad puppy. See these balls?"
She squeezed, making him wince. "Yes, mistress," he gasped.
"These balls are mine! My balls! Say it!"
"These balls are all yours, mistress."
That made Brianna smile, her fingers coil around his thick prick. It leaped in her hand like an eager mount. She heard his intake of breath and reveled in the power she wielded over him... her golden angel.
"And this? Who does this belong to?"
"Yours, mistress," he almost sobbed as she stroked him slowly from root to tip and back again. "My cock is all yours."
The rigid flesh in her hands wept with lust. His thighs quivered in anticipation, the tremors echoing in his rippled abdomen. Brianna leaned forward and captured one pebbled nipple between her lips, torturing the coppery nub with her tongue and teeth until he writhed and sobbed with barely leashed passion. She took her time cherishing the other nipple, tasted his salty flesh, licked at his navel, and trailed her wet kisses down his belly until she came to his penis.
Jared arched his back, silently begging for her mouth upon his fevered dick. The head glistened and dripped with precome, but Brianna wouldn't be a very good mistress if she allowed him to rush her at his will.
"Lie back on the bench and spread your legs."
His legs shook, but he obeyed. Placing her hands on his thighs, she spread him wider, making him whimper and arch. His cock was curled up tightly against his belly, his balls drawn against the base... a mouth watering sight.
She lowered her head and lapped at his balls, enjoying the feel and taste of his hairless sack, as bare as a pre-pubescent boy. He groaned through clenched teeth. She continued to lick him, sliding down to the sensitive area just under his ball-sack to the seam of his ass.
"Brianna!"
That was his signal, that he was close to the edge, that he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Hold," she ordered, her claws pressing into the rock of his thighs as a warning. His body bowed with the effort. When she engulfed his shaft, he began to shake. She felt the head swell against her tongue. She moaned, loving the thick feel of his sweet prick in her mouth, the scent of his musk on her face. Brianna could devour his cock all day and never tire of the feel of it sliding through her lips. She slicked him well with her spit, until his rod glistened. Then, once satisfied with having tormented him enough, she stepped back and ordered him to "Fuck me now."
Her sexy tiger leapt from the spanking bench and rushed her. Not wanting to be crushed under his weight, she jumped into his arms, wrapped her legs around his lean waist, and let him thrust into her.
Pain, exquisite and fiery as his cock split her swollen cunt in one hard shove, making her eyes bulge. The bite of his possession was only momentary, followed by the bliss of the tight feel of him filling her up to bursting. He pounded into her like an animal, the slap of their skin, pants, and moans loud in the big room. He brought her up against the bench, driving deeper into her clenching heat, short, hard, quick thrusts that had her seeing stars, crying out in ecstasy, as her nails drew ribbons of red passion down his back.
Jared threw his head back and roared. Deep inside her, she felt the hot jets of come drench her womb, his cock leaping with every pulse, sending her over the edge again, her pussy clenching around him like a fist.
Sweat poured from their bodies and Jared's legs began to give beneath him. Slowly, she let them slide to the floor beside the spanking bench, cradling him in her arms. He was utterly spent. They both were
Brianna kissed his sweaty forehead indulgently, "Mmmm. My sweet baby needs a bath. Would you like me to bathe you?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Does your ass still hurt?"
"Yes, mistress." He smiled with a shudder.
She grinned looking down at him. She'd feel his pounding for a few days herself, a sweet reminder of her tiger's prowess.
So much strength and virility, yet, beneath the surface, this need to be dominated, tamed. She understood his life was one of suffocating responsibility, utter control. Only at home could he find release to all the tensions of his demanding role... in her arms, under her domination, with her devoted love... the love of his mistress.
The End.
New Driver
My name is Dave and I am married to Cathy, we are both 51 years old and have been married for 25 years. We have no kids and we run a small parcels delivery firm.
We were both virgins when we married and have never exchanged partners or been unfaithful to each other during that time. We have always worked hard and our lives are quite comfortable now.
A couple of weeks ago we were in our local pub having a quite drink.
After a while I went to the gent's toilet to relieve myself. I was stood at the urinal, when I noticed a young man stand next to me. I don't normally look down at other blokes, but I couldn't help notice the enormous snake, the young man pulled from his trousers. It was very long in its flaccid state. The young man looked at me and growled "seen enough mate". I immediately apologised and quickly exited the toilets.
I went back to Cathy telling her of my unpleasant experience. She was very interested in the size of the young man's dick and was getting quite worked up about it. She asked me several times to describe it and tell her exactly how big it was.
I noticed the young man stood at the bar, he had just finished his drink. I pointed him out to Cathy; she told me to go and buy him a pint and invite him over. I approached the lad and offered to buy him a drink as a way of an apology for what happened in the toilet. He agreed and joined us at the table.
He was really a nice person and he and Cathy were getting on really well. His name was Kevin and it appeared that he was out of work and didn't have much money. He lived at home with his widowed mum and didn't have a girlfriend. I noticed that while Cathy was talking to him she was squirming about it her chair and was getting a little flushed.
Cathy excused herself and went to the toilet. I mentioned to Kevin that he could come back to our house and drink some more, he readily agreed. I don't know why I asked him, it just seemed a good idea at the time. When Cathy came back I was quite surprised when she agreed to the arrangement.
After a few drinks at home, Cathy was getting a little tipsy and out of the blue asked Kevin if she could see his dick. This was a complete shock to me because Cathy had never acted like this ever before. However I was excited about how this was going to play out.
Kevin just stood up and walked over to where Cathy sat and simply dropped his trousers and underpants pulled up his shirt and there it was just dangling there, his huge dick. It looked even bigger than it did in the toilets earlier. It was about nine inches long and very fat. Cathy gasped and went very red. As we looked at it you could see it was getting bigger and harder as Kevin got excited.
Cathy gingerly took hold of his dick and could hardly get her fingers around its large girth. She looked at me and her expression suggested to me that she wanted Kev to shag her; I was so excited and surprised, I just nodded.
She told Kev to take his trousers off and lay down on the floor. I have never seen her remove her clothes so quick; she took everything off apart from her plain white knickers. As she sat down on the floor at the side of Kev, I could not help notice that the gusset part of her knickers were soaking wet and the thin material was clinging to her fanny. I could clearly see her protruding fanny lips through the material.
She grasped his dick with both hands and started to wank him with slow and long strokes, her hands looked tiny whilst holding his big dick. She pulled his foreskin all the way down exposing his big mushroom shaped head. She bent forward and tried to get some of his huge dick in her mouth.
After sucking and licking his dick for a few moments, she pulled her knickers off and straddled his body. She lowered her fanny over his crutch, grasped his dick and rubbed the head along her slit. She then lined it up and just sank down on it, because she was so wet and excited he slid right up her fann
y to his balls.
Cathy had never had such a huge dick inside her and when it slid into her, it momentarily took her breath away and she was gasping for breath. After a moment or two she started breathing normally and started to lift her arse up and down causing Kevin's dick to slide in and out of her fanny. She was making whimpering noise when she lifted up and then a gasping noise when she sank back down and it all went back in.
I was experiencing feelings I had never felt before. My dick was so hard, I just had to drop my trousers and rub it. I sat down on a comfortable chair and watch my wife take Kev's big dick. After about ten minutes of her riding him, he pulled her off his dick turned her onto her back. Just before he slid that monster dick back into her, I noticed that her fanny was gaping open and very red. I had never seen it stretched that much before.
Now Kevin really took over and started to give it to her in long powerful strokes making her scream out in pleasure. After what seemed like ages he started to make grunting noises and his backside started to twitch -- he was obviously coming deep inside Cathy's fanny.
After Kev got his breath back, he stood up and left Kathy lying there gasping for breath. She left her legs wide open and I could clearly see her fanny wide open and Kev's spunk dribbling out onto the floor.
The sight of Kathy was too much for me and I shot my spunk all over my leg. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.
Kev stayed the night and they slept together in our double bed. I was relegated to the spare bedroom. My dick was very sore because I was wanking whilst listening to them making love all night long.
The next day Kathy walked into the kitchen very gingerly, which is not surprising after the pounding Kev had been giving her.
We employed Kev to drive for us and one of his duties is to come and shag Kathy on a regular basis -- which he does.
The End.