I dropped to my knees on the floor and got behind her. I grabbed her round fleshy ass and pushed my hard dick inside her hot cunt. She cried out with startled pleasure and pushed back at me. I began to ram into her, over and over again, my pelvis smacking against her ass cheeks as she called out for me to fuck harder. Finally I came in explosion after explosion of white-hot jism, filling her pussy with my come. That pussy contracted on my cock as she had her own orgasm. The intensity of it shocked me. Usually at this point the woman I was with would start to scream and yell at me, call me selfish and say that I had hurt her. Not this girl, she had come with me, and had obviously enjoyed it all as much as I had. I knew then that I must have her again.
After we regained our equilibrium we both stood up. She gazed at me curiously. The saucy smirk was on her lips, but her eyes were gleaming, and I sensed that she was feeling, as I was, that she had finally met someone who was a match for her own unusual desires.
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
“Nina.” Her voice was like silk. “What’s yours?”
I told her. “Let’s go back to my place,” I suggested.
“Where do you live?”
“Right down the street. We can walk there.”
Not a word was spoken as we walked to my home. I walked behind her the entire time, watching the sway of her hips, loving the way her ass moved beneath her jeans.
By the time we got to my door I did not think I could wait another moment. I grabbed her and pulled her into my apartment. She did not act surprised or frightened at all. In fact, the look in her eyes told me I had been right about her; she loved to be dominated.
I led her into the bedroom, which featured a king-size canopy bed with old-fashioned mosquito netting surrounding it like a fog. It is the most beautiful piece of furniture in the place, and I could tell she loved it as much as I did. Being within that curtain felt like being in another world—a world where a man could do whatever he wanted with a woman, and where she would respond with uncontrollable passion to his demands.
I turned to her, my mind swirling with desire, and ripped her skintight T-shirt from neck to waist. I waited for a protest, but it did not come. She just stood there with a wicked gleam in her eyes. I knew with a surge of joy that I would get no complaints from her.
I walked slowly to the dresser and opened the top drawer, from which I pulled a small medieval dagger, a beautiful piece, the handle encrusted with rubies and sapphires. I walked back over to her and slipped the blade under the waist of her jeans. The keen knife sliced through the material as if it were silk. I cut those jeans all the way down to her ankles, and when I was through they fell from her body, leaving her naked before me. Her beautiful flesh gleamed in the soft candlelight from the twelve-piece candelabra that hung from the ceiling.
I took her hand then, led her to the opening in the canopy, and firmly pushed her onto the bed. I left her for a moment and returned with some soft strips of terry cloth, which I used to bind her wrists above her head and secure them to the headboard. She offered no resistance, and in fact the bondage seemed to excite her. I removed my clothing, watching her reaction to my firm and supple body.
Naked, I climbed onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and pushed them up and back, until they were nearly touching her shoulders. With two more lengths of cloth I secured her ankles to the bedposts at the head of the bed, leaving her helpless and vulnerable, her pussy defenseless and open.
I leaned over her body, and I could practically smell her intense arousal. I looked directly into her eyes, which told me everything, and I liked what I saw. I gave her a swift smack on one of her turned-up ass cheeks. She caught her breath, and the already hard peaks of her nipples began to pucker into even harder pebbles. She began to squirm with pleasure, and I smacked the other cheek, with even more satisfying results. I leaned down and took her breast in my mouth, running my tongue over the rigid nipple. I did the same with the other breast, and then began to move down her body.
I gave her another slap on each cheek, making her body jump and bringing moans of passion from her. The moans became cries as I stuck my head between her widespread legs and began to suck on her clit. Her juices were flowing heavily, and I knew she was close to coming. I brought her right up to the edge, and then stopped. Her entire body was drawn as tight as a guitar string.
I got up off the bed and reached into my nightstand. From the array of sex toys there I picked out a flexible rubber double-headed dildo and a small paddle. Nina’s face glowed with hunger when she saw my prizes.
I placed one head of the dildo deep into her pussy, and inserted the other into her asshole. She was so wet that they slid right in. Holding them in place, I began to spank her lightly with the paddle. Her wildly squirming body effectively fucked both ends of the dildo as I held on to it, and within minutes she was coming so hard that her screams might have been heard out on the street.
By this point I needed release so badly that I ached. I quickly untied her and turned her onto her knees, her face buried in the pillows. Pulling the dildo from her ass, I inserted my engorged member in its place and fucked her hard and fast, while working the other end of the rubber toy in and out of her pussy.
Nina came twice more before I felt my own climax coming on. At that point I pulled my cock from her body and brought her around to take my load in her mouth. I came in a riot of hot spurts, erupting into her throat, and she swallowed every last drop.
We collapsed onto the bed then, spent. Our hearts were pounding, our bodies pulsing in the afterglow of orgasm.
“It’s not over yet,” I whispered into her ear. “Not by a long shot. I want you again and again. I will never tire of your charms.”
There was a wicked gleam in her eye. “Do you think you’re man enough to take me again?” she challenged.
Already she was making me crazy again. “Let’s just see about that,” I said, turning her onto her back and climbing on top of her. I could see the new excitement in her eyes, but she pretended to struggle. Our mock battle brought us both to a still-higher pitch of arousal, and when I succeeded in sliding my throbbing member into her pussy she cried out with a mixture of triumph and surrender and clutched at me frenziedly, pulling me deeper inside her, her hot juices soaking my dick.
We fucked like rabbits for hours. I could not get enough of her, and she climaxed at least a dozen times. By the time it was over and I fell beside her, exhausted, the sun was coming up. The last thing I was aware of before I fell asleep was the look of total satisfaction on her face. I’m sure there was a similar expression on mine.
When I woke up the next morning she was gone. I jumped up from the bed to see if she was perhaps in the shower, but I knew before I got there that she was not. She was gone, and with her she had taken anything of value that was small enough for her to carry. My wallet, my Rolex, my gold and diamond jewelry were all gone. She even found the little hoard of money I kept stashed in my dresser.
I didn’t care about the money or the jewelry. She had been worth it, every last cent. What I cared about was losing her. That was weeks ago, and every night since then I have watched from my window, waiting for her to come bouncing down the street, but to no avail. I have not given up hope, though. I have the feeling that someday, when I least expect it, I will see her again. And then I will be able to take my revenge.
Maybe that’s what she really wants.
—Name and address withheld
After Eight Years, He Finally Figured Out What His Wife Really Wanted
It took me nearly eight years to see what my wife really wanted in a lover, and even then it took me a while to see the whole picture and the sexual potential it held.
I didn’t realize that Daisy wanted me to be the dominant one in our sexual relationship. I was trying to have a relationship of equals, because I thought that’s what you’re supposed to do in a marriage. And the truth is, I finally found out what she craved by accident!
Daisy is a dynamite l
ady, five-three, 118 pounds, with a beautiful face, 34B tits that are firm enough to stand alone without support, and nipples that get hard as pencil erasers when she’s hot. Add to that an ass and legs that draw every man’s eye, jet-black hair that falls to her shoulders, and a smile to die for. She owns a successful beauty salon and still manages to be a great mother to our three-year-old.
We met when she was a senior in high school and I was a struggling contractor trying to get my business off the ground. From the time we started dating, we both knew there was never anyone else for either of us. Two years later we were married, and it’s been perfect. Well, almost perfect.
Our sex life in the beginning was good, or at least we thought so. Having sex with Daisy is like opening a beautiful package each time. She loved for me to go down on her (I’m the only man ever to do that to her) but never reciprocated, and I never pushed the issue. We used different positions to fuck but usually wound up in missionary. She absolutely loved for me to play with her tits, and though she’s always felt they are a little small, I can assure you they’re perfect in size and shape. If you do it right, you can drive her wild playing with them. There’s one exception to our sexual conservatism: Daisy has always been vocal during sex.
Up to about a year ago things in the sex department were okay, mostly because we didn’t know it could be different. One day I stopped at one of those adult stores to get a dirty birthday card for a buddy and wound up looking at the DVDs. I ended up buying one, thinking that it might spice things up for us, although I wasn’t sure Daisy would even watch it.
That evening in bed I told her what I bought and suggested we look at it. She was hesitant, but after some urging said it sounded like fun. I’d showered and was nude; she had a sheer short nightie on with equally sheer panties. I popped the DVD in and we lay back to watch.
Daisy had never seen a XXX film and at first seemed taken aback. Then she did relax, and got into it more. The couples on-screen were nice-looking, the gal really built and pretty, the guy big with a large cock and hard as a brick. He was definitely in control. He ate her pussy and got her off, then told her to suck his cock, lick his balls, and even lick his ass. Finally he said he wanted to come in her mouth, which after a short while he did. Through it all, she tried to please him, doing exactly what he instructed. When he came, she took his entire load, and later let him see her mouth full of his come before she swallowed it.
As we watched all of this, Daisy kept playing with my hard cock. Her breathing was short and labored. I played with her tits, eventually working my way to her pussy. I pulled her panties aside so I could finger her drenched pussy. We were both really turned on, but when the guy told the gal to suck his cock and said he was going to come in her mouth, Daisy let out a soft groan, her grip on my cock tightened, and she began jacking me off, never taking her eyes off the TV.
At that moment I got this feeling that something was different. It was like Daisy had sent me a secret signal telling me she liked what was taking place on-screen, especially the way the man controlled everything. She seemed completely lost in the screen action, as if she were in another world.
I knew she had never been keen on sucking my cock. I thought the time was right to push her a little. I said, “Suck me, baby, take my cock in your mouth and suck me.” And without saying a word, she shifted slightly, took my cock in her mouth, and started sucking me while still watching the girl in the movie. I lay back and put my hand on the back of her head and said, “That’s it, baby, suck my cock. Do it, Daisy! I really need to come, baby. Suck me and make me come.”
I’m not sure I actually thought she was going to do it, but when I said it, she seemed to become even more intent on what she was doing, so I said, “That’s it, Daisy. That’s what I want. Suck it good. You want to drink my come, don’t you, baby? I can tell. Suck the come out of me, Daisy, and swallow it down. Eat my come. Do it Daisy, do it!”
By this point she was sucking me and using her hand to stroke me like a real pro, and I knew I was going to blow my nuts for sure. I also knew that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to shoot my load in her mouth and watch her swallow it. At that moment I had never wanted anything more in my life.
When I knew I couldn’t hold off any longer, I held her head in both my hands and said, “Suck me, Daisy. Oh, God, yes, suck me, baby. I’m coming, baby. Take it, baby, take my come and swallow it all. Oh, God, baby, now! I’m coming now.” Then I came like I had never come in my whole life, one shot after another, and Daisy swallowed every bit except a small amount that dripped out the corner of her mouth. When I saw that, I caught it with my finger and held it to her lips, and she licked it off.
I don’t know which of us was more stunned by what we had done. I was lying back trying to catch my breath, and Daisy was still panting as if she had just run a mile. We stayed like that for a good 15 minutes, with me holding her and telling her how much I loved her. Then I saw my cock was hard again. Without saying a word, I moved between her legs and pushed them up until they touched her tits. I pulled her panties aside and sank my six inches in to the hilt and said, “Now I’m going to fuck you the way you should be fucked.”
Daisy had a look of pure bliss on her face. She said, “Oh, God, yes, Chuck. Fuck me, fuck me hard.” I felt possessed. I didn’t just want to fuck her, I wanted to make her know she was mine. We fucked for ten minutes, not gentle lovemaking but fucking like our lives depended on it. When I was ready to blow again, I pulled out and shot all over her tummy and tits, something I’d always wanted to do. I couldn’t believe I had anything left, but there was a surprising amount on her. Looking down at her, I said, “Rub it into your boobs, baby. Rub it in like it was hand lotion.”
Daisy looked at me for a second with a funny expression, then began rubbing my come all over her tits. It was one of the hottest things I ever saw. When she was done, I took her in my arms and kissed her eyes, cheeks, neck, and lips, ending with her come-crusted breasts.
After that we lay in each other’s arms for a long time saying nothing, feeling close and satisfied. Finally I said, “I love you so much, baby. You know that, don’t you?”
She snuggled in as close as possible and said, “Yes, Chuck, I know that.”
I said, “I loved what you did tonight, sucking me like you did. I especially loved that you let me come in your mouth. That was special.”
Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. Then, with this feeling of complete confidence, I added, “I’ll want you to do it again sometime soon, and there are other things I want you to try, too.”
Daisy snuggled up closer and said, “Yes, Chuck. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I will.”
As I lay there, I felt like a king, like a whole new world had opened up. Of course I wasn’t sure of anything yet, but I felt as if I had discovered a part of Daisy I hadn’t known existed. For that matter, it was a part of myself I didn’t know existed either.
Over the next few days I thought a lot about that night and concluded that if I was more directing in our sex life, more demanding, we could go places as a couple we hadn’t been in eight years of marriage. I gave it a lot of thought, and finally decided to test my theory.
I had to go to Chicago on business, and I told Daisy I thought she should come with me. We could make it a mini-vacation. She liked the idea, so we arranged for babysitting and left on a Friday morning. My business was done by three that afternoon, and I suggested we go shopping. I knew of a store nearby that specialized in ladies’ sexy lingerie. When we came to it, I said, “Let’s go in here and see if we can find you something really sexy to wear.”
She looked surprised, but didn’t protest when I guided her in the door. At first we both felt awkward, but the clerks left us alone and soon we were looking at some of the sexiest panty-and-bra outfits I’d ever seen, not to mention crotchless panties, bras that had holes for the nipples to stick out, thigh-high hose, hose with garter belts, and sexy nightgowns of every design and color.
; I encouraged Daisy to consider it all, and an hour later we walked out with well over $300 worth of some of the sexiest things I could find to buy. Daisy blushed more in that hour than I had ever seen, but I could tell she felt special, and I knew she would look fantastic in the stuff we purchased.
That evening when we dressed for dinner, Daisy chose a nice summer dress that came to midthigh with a low neckline. It showed off her body but was still tasteful and appropriate. She added thigh-high hose and one of the sheer panty-and-bra outfits we’d just bought. The panties barely covered her pussy lips in front or her butt in back. The bra was cut so low, it came just above her nipples. When she came out of the bedroom, I nearly passed out. She looked stunning, a mix of the girl next door and a thousand-dollar prostitute.
We went to a nice restaurant and then to a lounge for after-dinner drinks. Sitting at our table, I knew that every male eye in the place was on her, and I told her so. We especially noticed a tall, good-looking guy at the end of the bar who kept looking at her. I felt now was the time to test my theory, and said, “Daisy, you know what would please me now?”
She looked at me and said, “No, honey, what?”
I said, “You see that good-looking guy at the bar who keeps looking at you?”
“Yes, I guess,” she said.
“Well,” I said, “he’s obviously trying to see up your dress. Why don’t we let him? I think that would be exciting. I would very much enjoy watching him look at you.”
At first she looked at me as if she didn’t understand. Finally she said, “You want me to let him look up my dress, knowing what I have on under my dress?”
“Yes, I do. Let him see all the way up to your panties.”
She started to say something, but I interrupted. “Look, sweetheart, I love you and would never do anything to hurt you or our marriage, but the truth is, it pleases me more than I can say that men find you desirable and want to look at you. That guy no doubt has a hard-on trying to imagine what it would be like to see you naked. That makes me proud as a man and your husband. Let him see all the way up to your panties. Do it for me, baby.”
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