There were no shop assistants. Only with her had I ever seen the changing area completely empty of staff. Was it a coincidence that she took advantage of, or something she arranged in advance? Either way it was not my concern, but the latter situation turned me on more, the idea that some of her colleagues knew about this and were in a way part of the games she played with me.
I stood there for what felt an age, then the door was unlocked and her hand took mine and pulled me inside. She stood before me in a matching white satin bra and French knickers. The material showed the marks of her wetness. I guessed she had been playing with herself, enjoying the idea of me waiting outside.
I wanted to pinch myself like you’re supposed to do to check whether you’re dreaming or not. I indulged myself with a moment to appreciate the glory of the beauty that she was sharing with me. As her slave I wanted to drop to my knees and kiss her feet. But I had lines.
I took a deep breath and smiled at her as if she belonged to me, not the other way around. “You look amazing. So beautiful, so sexy, so—”
“Fuckable?”
I stroked her cheek. “Extremely fuckable.”
“So explain to me why you aren’t fucking me yet?” She raised an eyebrow and there was something in her tone that made me aware even within this scenario that she was always the one in charge. Reminding me, as if I needed it, that within our relationship this was the only opportunity she gave me to behave like a man rather than being her little slut pet.
I moved to her, holding her face in my hands and kissing her lips, the red lipstick smearing across her mouth and mine. I dropped my hands to her arse, feeling her tight cheeks, then, kissing her neck, I began to move down her body. I licked her throat, nibbling the skin gently, moving to her breasts, desperate to unleash them from the material and discover her hard nipples. I felt her hands on my shoulders, pushing me down onto my knees.
“Lick me,” she said in a voice that was both plea and command.
Behind her head was a hook on the wall; she held onto it and thrust her crotch into my face. I gave her a couple of licks through the cotton then pulled the knickers to one side. I ran my tongue across from bottom to top. Her legs shuddered as she drove her centre into my face, and then I began to work my tongue into her, deeper and deeper, licking her clit, teasing her with my teeth. I placed one hand under her, one finger rubbing her butthole, pulling her tighter to my mouth. Her breath was gasping, she was moaning softly. I looked up to her face; her cheeks were red, her lips were parted, her eyes closed. She was approaching orgasm. In response, I slowed my movements on her clit, taking my time, not wanting to rush this.
She ground her pussy harder to my face, whispering “Fuck, fuck, fuck” over and over.
I made my tongue as stiff as possible, tongue-fucking her sweet, hot cunt, and I felt her shudder as she came, wave after wave, her knees buckling beneath her. She dropped to her knees and kissed me deeply, our tongues entwined and fighting each other.
Then she sat back on the leather stool in the corner of the changing room.
“Take your clothes off,” she ordered. “You still haven’t fucked me.”
I was naked in seconds. I am not endowed with a monstrous cock, I’m only seven inches or so, but I get extremely hard. She beckoned me to stand in front of her, leaned forward and took me into her mouth.
When she did that it took all my concentration not to come immediately. Only the thought of fucking her allowed me to maintain control and hold my pleasure back.
The twinkle in her eyes told me she was fully aware and enjoying my struggle and she wasn’t going to make it easy for me. She worked her mouth up and down my shaft, her left fingers pulling gently at my balls. It was almost painful; and almost a relief when she stopped and moved her head away from me.
Slowly she removed the bra, letting her full breasts fall out of the material. I made to pull her knickers off but she shook her head.
I couldn’t resist dropping to my knees now. From my position at her feet, I kissed my way up her legs, her thighs, across her stomach, upwards. Her breasts were large and firm. I moved my hands over them, caressing her nipples which stiffened under my touch. I moved my lips over them, then licked them gently with my tongue, softly kneading the firmness of her wonderful breasts. I kissed back up her neck to her mouth, our tongues wrestling gently. She placed one hand on my dick, pulled the knickers to one side, and guided me in.
Heaven. Her pussy was tight and milked my prick as I began to move in and out of her. I was trying desperately to keep things slow, wanting this moment to last forever. She raised one leg, placing it on my shoulder, and wrapped the other one round my waist, pulling me into her harder with each stroke. I looked into her eyes as I thrust into her hot centre, feeling her silkiness wrapping my cock and sucking me in.
She buried her head in my neck, biting my ear as she came again, begging me, “Fuck me harder.”
I sped up my thrusts, almost pulling my cock free of her cunt as I felt my balls tightening. She came once more. I pulled out and rubbed my cock against her clitoris, finally shooting my hot spunk over the knickers, across her stomach, and splashing over her breasts.
We stayed still. I held her for a long time. Until she shook me off and gave me a curt nod of her head which I immediately understood. That part of our play was over.
I bowed my head and carefully pulled the knickers down her legs.
“Would you like me to buy these for you?” I asked.
“No,” she replied. “Lick them clean and leave them here.”
I obeyed. She giggled – a girlish sound unusual on her lips – as my tongue reached into every fold of the silky material.
“I think I should marry you.” She patted me on the head. “Bind you to me in an official, legal way that everyone would recognize.”
I could barely breathe, I was so incredibly excited and scared. In the middle of this unknown store in this unknown city she was giving me my chance. I had dreamed of it so many times but I didn’t know the words to say and even if I had known how to respond to her proposal I wasn’t capable of speaking.
I remained silent on my knees as she clothed herself once more.
“But then again, I think you would work better as a pretty little bridesmaid for me when I finally find a real man to marry.” She patted me again and then swung the door of the cubicle open.
I took a last look at the knickers left behind, soaked in the aroma of our pleasure, and followed her.
In many ways that was the beginning of the end and I now treasure it as such, but she carried on seeing me for a few months afterwards. Our last time was in an art gallery. The only thing that separated us from the rain and sleet battering passers-by was panelled glass. Anyone who looked in would see us.
“They’ll think it’s a post-postmodern art statement, that we’re commenting on the cancer of consumerist capitalist culture through a display of primal passion,” she said with her Mona Lisa smile that was never more suited to any place than this gallery, where every other attempt to interpret love and death in this world faded into insignificance juxtaposed against her ethereal beauty.
“They’ll think that we’re dirty stop-outs who should get a room.”
“Dirty stop-outs? I haven’t heard that expression for ages.” She giggled.
And as she took my cock in her mouth I remembered how I’d heard her giggle in that changing room just before she suggested marrying me.
I think we fucked each other through the whole gallery. I think that we balanced on huge iron girders which looked like nothing but were apparently priceless. I think she rubbed her cunt with tiny precious sculptures until she came. I think I sprayed my own come over an oil painting that was the culmination of one artist’s long and prestigious career.
But now that I really am married, with a family that I provide for with a normal job, and now that I spend mornings and afternoons sitting in traffic jams with the rain steadily falling, thinking about how I really
need to fix my windscreen wipers as they screech across the glass, and wondering if we can afford to take a holiday somewhere hot this year, it is hard to believe that once I existed only to please one woman and would do whatever she asked me to do. Some of the things I did seem so . . . deviant. It’s almost impossible to connect them with the person I am today. But for whatever reason that one time in the changing room, pressing my tongue into her, sitting motionless as she patted my head, is still as real as breathing.
Every Way She Wants
Coral, St Louis
“Why am I doing this?” I asked nervously, and Rob grinned at me as he slid the blindfold down over my eyes.
“Because you have always wanted to do this, and because when I promised you nights that you would never forget, I meant it.”
I sat naked on the scratchy hotel-room couch, shifting my weight nervously. Behind the silk blindfold, I could hear him moving around, likely getting into the duffel bag that he had brought with us. Some part of me wished that we were doing this at home, but he had been firm. A hotel room was the best option for this kind of thing, and when I thought about it, it made perfect sense.
“Remember your safeword, baby?”
“Yeah, it’s ‘pancake’,” I responded, swallowing hard.
“That’s good, and if your mouth is full?”
I clenched my hands into fists and then spread my fingers out twice, and he made a humming sound of approval.
“That’s it, that’s all you need to remember, OK, babe? I’m going to take care of everything else.”
I was feeling a little overwhelmed, so I just nodded, and he leaned down to give me a long sweet kiss. It was good; it reminded me that I loved him and that I trusted him.
“All right, let’s get you prepped.”
He pulled me up from the chair, and I only stumbled once before he got me turned around and bent over, my hands on the chair’s arms and my weight braced as I leaned over.
“That’s a gorgeous girl,” he said approvingly, but there was a little bit of distance to it too, as if he were commenting on a prize horse or a good-looking car. I shivered, and my heart beat a little faster.
Rob didn’t give me any warning before he penetrated my pussy with two fingers, his fingers slick with cold lube. I groaned at the invasion, but I couldn’t stop myself from rocking back on his hand. He worked them briskly, and it struck me that he wasn’t trying to turn me on. He was just getting me ready, whether I liked it or not, and I fell deeper into my role. I was there to be fucked, and the thought made me squirm longingly.
“Hey, hold still!” He landed a stinging slap on my ass, the sound as loud as a firecracker, and in shock, I went still. I managed to stay still long enough for him to finish up with my pussy, and then there was some more rustling in the bag.
This time, it wasn’t his fingers, and it wasn’t my pussy he needed to open. I swallowed a groan when I felt the chilly tip of a glass plug push against my ass. It must have been absolutely drenched with lube, but it was wider than we usually played with, and I had to rock my hips on it over a space of long minutes before my body was willing to take it. It seemed like it took forever, and the flared plug only seemed to be getting wider and wider. I was beginning to wonder if I could take it all when Rob spoke again.
“You’re going to get that inside you, or you’re going to be sorry,” he growled. “If you can’t make it work, I’m just going to let them fuck you open, you understand?”
Things weren’t even started yet, and his words alone made me whimper.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I whispered, and I forced my hips back, feeling the burning stretch before the widest part of the plug made it past the tight ring of muscle. I swore I could hear a pop when it was well seated, the flared base locking the plug in place. When it was in, I felt full and a little sore, and behind me, I could hear Rob chuckle.
“Just in time,” he said, pushing me to lie down on the hotel bed. “Just relax. You don’t need to think anymore.”
I might have said something, but there was a knock at the door. My breath caught because even though this was my fantasy, it was something entirely different to be spread out on a hotel bed, blindfolded, lubed up, and spread on a large glass plug.
“Hey,” I heard Rob say when he opened the door. “Glad you could make it.”
There was another man’s voice, too soft for me to make out, and in spite of myself, I whimpered, suddenly frightened. Along with the fear came another rush of heat between my legs, and that was before Rob spoke up again.
“Condoms by the bed, you can have any hole you like.”
The other man laughed in surprise, and I wondered who it was. Rob and I had plenty of friends who would be up for this, but we had both decided that it would be more interesting if I had no idea who he had invited. It would keep the parties interesting for years to come, that was for sure.
The bed dipped underneath the man’s weight, and I felt a large hand stroke my hip carefully, almost tentatively. I thought about what I must look like, completely naked and blind, and I moaned out loud.
My noise seemed to encourage him, as he pulled me onto my back, spreading my knees with a hurried shove. Now I knew he was looking at my neatly shaved cunt, and I could imagine the shine of the lube on it. I felt fingers pinch the lips tight, almost painfully, before pulling them apart, and now we could both smell my arousal.
“Fuck,” the man whispered, still too soft for me to figure out who it was, and the bed shifted again as he reached past my head.
“Gorgeous fucking whore,” the man muttered, and Rob laughed.
“She is that,” he agreed. “You know what you want?”
“Her cunt,” the man replied, and the fact that they were talking right over my head about what was going to be done to me set me on fire. I moaned and pushed my hips up higher, and that was all it took before I felt hard hands seize my hips and drag me halfway down the bed. I yelped when he threw my legs over his shoulders, nearly bending me in half, and he entered me with a hard thrust.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, because he was broad, and I realized that I was getting fucked with a cock that I had never seen before. I couldn’t stop myself, I shoved myself hard against him, and I was almost bent double for my pains.
He was heavy, and every single thrust pushed me hard into the mattress. My legs ached, and I couldn’t reach my clit the way that he was hammering into me, but it didn’t matter at all. I was just a little fuck toy for him, and the thought made me wail.
He came quickly, but that was fine too, and he pulled out of me fast, leaving me moaning with the loss.
Distantly, I heard him exchange words with Rob, and then the hotel door opened and closed again.
“Did you like that?” Rob asked, and in a daze I nodded. He chuckled, and then he grabbed me by the arm again.
“I said,” he growled menacingly, “did you fucking like that?”
I stammered a little, and he rewarded me with a light slap to the face. It didn’t sting for more than a moment, but it was humiliating, and I whimpered.
“I did, I did, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice high and breathy.
He shoved me back on the bed again, holding me down with one hand while the other investigated my cunt.
“You’re going to be so fucking loose by the time this is over,” he said, and he might have said more if there wasn’t another knock at the door.
Rob answered it, and there was a quick whispered conference that I couldn’t make out. I half sat up on the bed, recovering from the first bout, but then someone grabbed my hair, dragging me halfway across the bed.
“Oh, please,” I cried, loving how frightened I sounded, and someone laughed quietly.
This one didn’t speak. Instead, he only pressed my face into the mattress and hauled my hips up high. I knew he was looking at the base of the glass plug in my ass, and I couldn’t help but wiggle a little. Somehow, despite the humiliation of it, I was proud that I could take so much; t
hat I was on sale like this.
I felt the fingers on the plug’s base a half-second before he started to pull, and then it was coming out, leaving me feeling empty. I didn’t have to wait for long, however, because the man knelt behind me. I could feel the brush of denim jeans against my bare flesh, and for a few moments, the man drummed his cock against my rear.
He didn’t play for very long, and soon he was pressing the tip of his cock to my loosened hole. The plug had stretched me, but it was still a tight fit. I expected him to give me a moment when he was all the way in, but it was like a switch had been flipped inside his head. He grasped me by my shoulders and started fucking me hard, his balls slapping against me and his cock going deeper inside me than I thought I had ever had before.
The feeling was mostly pleasure, some pain, and I was wailing with it, burying my face into the bedsheets and just trying to hold myself together. I was being split open, and I sobbed, my face flooding with tears, and I knew that even if I could stop it, I wouldn’t. I couldn’t stand to end this, not when it was so intense, and by the time the man fucking my ass came, I was limp on the bed.
He pulled out, and then I could tell that Rob was behind me. I thought he might comfort me or stroke me, but instead, there was the glass plug again, lubed up and pressing inside just as it had been before. I barely stirred until it came to the widest part, and then I moaned softly until it was seated inside me again.
“How you doing?” Rob asked. “Think you’re going to want some pancakes soon?”
I mutely shook my head, and I heard him chuckle.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, and there was another knock at the door, which made me burst into fresh sobs.
“Jesus,” the next man said in shock when he stepped in, and that was enough for me to recognize Philip, one of my best friends. The shock of recognition only pushed me higher. Philip had known me since university, and I was always the one taking the lead no matter what we did. Now he saw me exactly as I had always seen myself, and the shame of it was delicious.
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