Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

She looked so sexy, I couldn't resist, I just bent her over the end of the bed, pulled the belt from my trousers and slapped her across her bare buttocks, "I," slap, "Will," slap, "Never," slap,"Turn," slap, "The alarm," slap, "Off Again," slap, and then I stood behind her dropped my trousers and drove my rock hard erection deep into her willing cunt.

  It was heavenly, she was so hot and wet and willing, squeezing me rhythmically as I pounded in and out of her, "Do you like that?" I asked and I pulled her ball gag away as I grasped her breasts feeling her nipples harden.

  "Yes," she agreed, and I kissed her neck passionately as we humped together and the sensations floated over me like a great marshmallow cloud, "I expected you to poke my bottom."

  "Oh, no, I'm not really into anal," I explained, "Not when you have such a wonderful warm wet fuckhole!"

  "Don't be crude," she said and added, "You can fuck me harder of you want, I wont break."

  I tried really hard but it was too late and I had started to cum just a trickle and then before I realised it I was seemingly pumping pints of cum inside her..

  It was over far too quickly.

  I left Pattie handcuffed and gaged as I took her downstairs, Mother was still there, Father was on his second or third scotch.

  "Brian please!" Mother exclaimed, cum was running down Pattie's leg.

  "What have you decided Pattie?" I asked and I removed her ball gag.

  "Can you get up quietly and let me sleep?" she asked.

  "I can try," I explained.

  "Good!" she said and we understood perfectly.

  The End.

  Her Heels Are Her Weapon

  I had always desired her, wanted her, she had been the woman of my dreams, my fantasy goddess; I had finally screwed up the courage to ask her out on a date, and the memory of her cold, cutting rejection had stayed with me for the two years. The look on her face, the humiliating sneer of contempt on her glossy red lips as she spun on one six inch heel and stalked out of my office had stayed in my mind every day since. I remembered the sound of those heels clicking on the floor as she stalked away, and I had vowed to pay her back!

  Reality hadn't come close to my fantasy revenge, as I struggled on with my job she had climbed the promotion ladder effortlessly, slipping into the Managing Director role earlier in the month. I suffered the agony of seeing her in the office almost every day, she looked sexy and desirable and so far beyond my reach now that I found myself thinking about her every night, hating her but wanting to have her. Realising that if I didn't do something soon I was likely to go crazy with frustrated need I began to hunt through the old email backups, looking for anything I could find which would allow me an advantage, a weapon that would give me the power to coerce her into giving me what I had wanted for so long.

  This was the day I had waited for, I had found an email in which she had blackmailed the old MD into resigning and giving her the job after she had seduced him and threatened to expose his infidelity to his wife and family. I knew she was ambitious and power hungry but I hadn't expected to uncover anything quite so cold and calculated. So in addition to payback for rejecting me in such a humiliating fashion I also wanted to punish her for what she had done to get the MD job, I had no other proof but I was sure she had used similar techniques for many of her other promotions.

  I had a hard copy printout on my desk as I called her office and asked for a meeting with her at the end of the day, when she started to cut me off I played my trump card, faced with my evidence she had given in and agreed to see me.

  I knocked on her office door and went in, she was sitting behind her desk looking stunning, glossy red lips and a tight satin blouse which struggled to contain her heavy breasts, excited by the prospect of getting my revenge on this bitch my cock started to harden at the sight of her. I sat down and pushed the print out across her desk.

  "I think you should read this Linda and I'm sure you'll understand the position this puts you in". I watched as she scanned it quickly and then looked back at me. She raised one sculpted eyebrow at me, "So what exactly did you want to talk about David? This? I have no idea what this is or where it came from"

  I cut her short, "I have the original here on the backup tape, you can't wriggle out of this, not this time", I took the tape out of my pocket, she looked at the printout again, then looked coldly back at me, "Ok, what exactly do you want?" she asked.

  "I asked you out, you said no"

  "Of course I did, there was no way I was going to go out with a date with the likes of you!"

  "I could have accepted that Linda, but you couldn't just say no could you, you had to humiliate me, hurt me, you're one hell of cold bitch and now it's time to pay the price!"

  "As I said" she replied, "what exactly do you want?"

  I stood up, walked back and locked the office door, when I turned back towards her she was already coming round the desk, protesting; as I held up one hand to stop her I couldn't take my eyes off her, she was so sexy and desirable with towering heels and a desperately tight pencil skirt. I explained the terms of the deal, " I want to fuck you, I had asked you out on a date but it's too late for that now, I want to fuck you here in your office, I want to screw you as you're bent over your desk"

  I think she believed that even at this stage she could regain control of the situation, she had used her body and her sex as a weapon so many times in the past I was sure that she was confident that when it came to fucking she would be able to turn the tables but then I dropped my bombshell.

  "And before we start you are going to take your heels off, when I take you you aren't going to be wearing those symbols of power! I'm going to have you and there's no way you going to be wearing those!" .

  Briefly a look of concern flashed across her face; she stood in front of me and ran the tip of tongue over her glossy lush lips. "Surely though you want to make your victory over me complete? If I do this, and you give me the tape and printout as agreed, you won't want to go away thinking you could have had more are you?"

  "If you really want to take me, to fuck me like a bitch then surely you want to do it while I'm dressed to kill? You'll want to know that you were humiliating me fully, that you were fucking me, making me wail and cry out , while I writhe underneath you in my satin blouse and tight skirt, with my seamed stockings and towering heels?"

  She moved closer, very close to me, "That's what you really need isn't it? To take me, to dominate me, to have your revenge on the cold bitch with her lipstick and high heels". She was pressing against me, slowly twisting and grinding herself against my aching penis, "That's what you need isn't it, break me, punish me, make me beg you" she was looking deep into my eyes now as she started to push her satin covered breasts against me, her perfume was thick in my nose, I slid my hands around her waist and down onto her tight arse and pulled her harder onto me.

  "Yes you bitch, that's what I want, your lipstick is going to be smeared all down my cock and I'm going to make you choke on it!" I said in a husky, shaky voice. She was writing and grinding against me, her whole body felt like it was pressing up against me, her glossy red lips were parted with lust.

  "You're going to make me beg you aren't you?" She breathed into my ear, "you're going to fuck me so hard with that huge cock of yours that I'll beg you to stop, I'll cry out as you take me hard and deep and beg you to be gentle with me. You'll bend me over my own desk, lift my tight, tight skirt" she ground against me harder as she whispered into my ear, "then you're going to get that monster cock of yours and just force it into my tight wet pussy, grab me round the waist and fuck me hard like I deserve, screw the cruel bitch like she deserves as she wears her heels".

  She slid her arms around my neck and continued to writhe against me, pushing herself against my cock which felt like it was going to explode! "You are going to fuck me so hard I will be begging you, pleading with you!" She was looking right into my eyes as she went on, "the cold cruel high-heeled bitch is going to be be taken, fucked and broken, you're going to take rev
enge for all those men I've screwed for my own pleasure, for all the times I've made them suck me to orgasm and then kicked them away with nothing in return, for the relationships I've broken up for fun"

  At the back of my mind I realised that I hadn't actually got what I wanted, but she had inflamed me with lust and my sexual needs weren't listening to the rational part of my mind, I was getting off so much on what I was going to be doing to this woman, on what she was breathing into my ear, seducing me, turning me on!

  "So when you've finally finished with me" she whispered, "when you've taken me and left me broken and sobbing will you leave me the tape and the printout? Will I have been punished enough? You never know, I've never been taken like that before, I might like you being my master, I may need to serve you again and again" She licked her lush lips as she said this "if you let me have the tape I might beg you to take me up the arse, to fuck my tight virgin arsehole!"

  I groaned, overwhelmed with lust now "yes, take the tape, you can have it, I'm going to screw your tight arse Linda!" She slid the tape into the desk drawer then she turned back to me and started to rub my engorged penis through my trousers with her hand, a spasm leapt through me as she brought me almost to the point of orgasm, a cold expression replaced the lustful looks she had been giving me earlier.

  "You idiot", she spat at me, "I know exactly how to deal with little men like you, how to time things to perfection!" As her hand worked my cock frantically hard and fast she suddenly pushed me hard on the chest with the other , I stumbled back and tripped over the foot she had put behind me, I cried out as I fell backwards to the floor and my prick exploded inside my pants, soaking them and the front of my trousers.

  As I arched and writhed at her feet in an explosive orgasm she put the towering heel of one shoe onto my crotch and ground it in hard, as I cried out in a mixture of pleasure, pain and fear she sneered down at me "I wondered where that email had gone to but now I don't have to! Now get out of my sight and if I ever catch you sniffing around me again I'll have you sacked on the spot!".

  Once again I saw that humiliating sneer of contempt on her glossy red lips as she spun on that six inch heel and stalked out of her office and as I listened to the sound of those heels clicking on the floor as she stalked away I realised that had never had a chance in hell of paying her back!

  The End.

  Evil Intent

  There was no doubt in my mind at all. It was Mrs. Robeson, at first it flashed into my mind that it was just someone who looked a little bit like her.

  Curious, I wandered over by some very large stone pillars that were obviously a decoration for the hotel, the potted plants I stood behind were plastic also.

  From that vantage point I could look up to where Mrs. Robeson sat, her slightly bald headed husband sat across from her, leaning forward saying something.

  The smile on her face made it quite clear that she knew exactly what she was doing.

  From the way she was sitting at a tiny table next to the railing, I could see right up her short dress.

  I could also tell there was nothing at all on underneath it.

  Mrs. Robeson was the object of every fantasy I had going to high school, everything about her, even the way she smelled was an excitement.

  It wasn't just me, every other boy in our classes felt the same way, of that I was completely sure.

  I will bet I beat off in the school rest room at least a hundred times thinking about her.

  There she sat, her hairless pussy on display for me!

  Almost without thinking, I flipped up my cell phone and took three quick photos.

  +++

  It had been at least 3 years since I last saw her, graduation came with all of the things a young man must do to join life and the work force.

  That was what I was doing in Reno, I had a meeting earlier in the day, an interview for a job.

  The coastal town I grew up in had very close to zero opportunities, I either tried to get on at the local paper mill or I got on a boat and went out into the ocean to try and catch something.

  I even did work for a few weeks cutting up fish, when I realized that there isn't enough soap on planet Earth to get the smell off I quit that job.

  Earlier that day the man had stood up and shook my hand.

  "Welcome aboard!" He told me. It meant a solid salary, benefits, I was now a part of the corporate world. The two years of college got me an Associate's degree and the scrimping, saving, hard work had paid off.

  Then back at the hotel and casino, I happened to look up and there she was!

  Mrs. Barbara Robeson! The object of every single fantasy I ever had.

  Her body was amazing, large bust, slender waist, round buttocks that up until then I had only seen covered with cloth. Her brown hair with reddish highlights flowed down over her shoulders, her high cheekbones made her face perfection.

  But she was conservative, no sign was ever given that she ever noticed what she was doing to every single young man in her class.

  Not a hint of anything ever going on at all, the community was extremely conservative and after all, Mrs. Robeson was a school teacher.

  Now here I was, looking up at her, her bare pussy on display, her legs open enough to allow anyone who did glance up to see that clearly.

  Her husband glanced down and saw me looking up at her, I had seen him perhaps twice in my life and both times from a distance.

  He grinned broadly, I suppose it was obvious that I was looking.

  Then he leaned forward and whispered something to her, she turned in her seat slightly, and opened her legs even more. Barely twenty feet to where I stood, I was missing nothing at all.

  When she glanced down with a sly smile on her face at me, I saw it took her a moment. A look of surprise crossed her face, her legs closed quickly and both hands came down to tug at her hemline.

  She said something to her husband, he turned and looked at me standing there. His face had a look of discomfort.

  That was the moment that I understood. Mrs. Robeson was doing some flashing deliberately and she and her husband were getting off on it.

  I grinned to myself, that was fun and exciting. It isn't every day a man gets to look at a bare pussy right out in public, especially one that he would have done anything, and I do mean anything to get a look at just a couple of years earlier.

  Figuring the brief showtime was over, I went on up to my room.

  I couldn't help myself, I had myself in hand and that vision in my mind within seconds. The cell phone photo was tiny but the picture was clear.

  +++

  About two hours later I found myself down on the casino floor, there was a row of penny machines so I sat down to fiddle around.

  I quickly figured out that if I hit the big button it was $2.50 and that was way out of my budget so I was playing just 5 lines at a penny each.

  A couple of times some things popped up that didn't make much sense and the machine said "Big win!" and paid me a quarter or 50 cents. Once it was a whole dollar, but my original ten dollar bill was being eroded.

  Someone sat down beside me, I glanced over.

  Mrs. Robeson!

  Her expression was mildly flushed, I probably did myself a little bit. The familar smell of her filled my nostrils.

  "Dennis. I remember you from class, it's nice to see you. May I talk to you a little bit?" She asked.

  "Hi. Sure, what's up?" I asked.

  "Look. I know you...saw that...So I am just worried. You know I teach and if something like this gets back to the school I could lose my job."

  I opened my mouth to tell her that of course I wouldn't say anything but then an evil thought popped right into my head.

  No way would I ever get a chance like this again.

  "I know you were doing that deliberately." I told her.

  She flushed mildly.

  "Why do you?" I pressed a little bit, hell, I really had the upper hand here.

  "It's for Jack? He gets a kick out of it,
I guess I do too a little bit. We always go far away where no one knows us."

  "Yea, I have heard of things like that." I grinned at her.

  "You won't tell anyone, will you?" She asked.

  "Well, I guess not. I did kind of like it."

  A brief smile crossed her face, then the serious look returned.

  "You took some pictures, didn't you?"

  I didn't realize that she saw that, apparently she had.

  "Yea."

  "I need you to give me those. Please?"

  "What's in it for me?" I asked.

  "I can give you some money."

  "I don't want your money." I reached out and touched the button on my machine, won 50 cents again.

  "What do you want then?" Mrs. Robeson appeared to have collected herself again, she was looking at me intently.

  "How about you come up to my room and show me everything?" I smirked at her.

  She stared at me long enough that I felt my face flush slightly.

  "You have to be kidding. You want me to put on a private show for you?"

  "Yea, why not? If you want the pictures, that is."

  She didn't sound upset at my suggestion, it emboldened me.

  "You have already seen me." She said.

  "That wasn't enough. I want to see everything."

  Mrs. Robeson looked away for a moment, then she sighed.

  "If I do, you won't touch me? Just look?" She responded after a moment's hesitation.

  "Yea, I will just look."

  "And you will delete the pictures?"

  "Sure, I will do that."

  "Just a minute. Please don't leave." She got up and walked down the row of machines, around the corner. I figured she was going to tell her husband, I came very close to taking off.

  She was back in just a couple of minutes.

  "OK. Come on, let's go then." She stood there expectantly.

  Wow. She was really going to do this? I pushed the cash out and got my $6.00 pay slip.

  We got onto the elevator, pushed the button for my floor. She stood there, not saying a word.

  At my room, I fumbled with the key card and finally got the door open, standing aside to let her into my room.