His dirty talk got the best of me and I came right there. I moaned out that I was cumming and fell against his shoulders. He held me as my body shook and trembled. It was the first time I never need to touch myself when I came. We were both out of breath as we held each other. I giggled at the mess on my face. He chuckled too, holding my hand that was on his chest. I had ate up most of his cum that was on my face, but I still felt I needed to clean up before heading back to the hotel.
"Do you have anything I could wipe my face on?" I asked him.
"Sure sweetheart," he said. He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off. He kneeled before me again so we could see each other eye-to-eye. Very delicately, he started to wipe up my cum-stained face.
I heard a squeal above me. It was some older woman opening her window on the third floor. "Hey!" she yelled at us. "You two perverts get out of here or else I'm calling the police!"
"We were just leaving!" Joe yelled up at her.
We laughed and with fleeting feet, we did what we needed to do. I pulled my panties and my heels back on. He was about to throw his cum-stained shirt in the dumpster, but I held his arm.
"No, Joe, don't. I want to keep it."
He smiled and handed it to me, "If you want it, doll face, it's all yours. Now let's scoot!"
I giggled and we hopped back into his car, pulling out of the alleyway, heading back to my hotel. Our laughing subsided after a few minutes and we calmed down as we drove along. He took a breath and told me that the next day would be his last day at the lake - he was to board an 11:15 a.m. plane back to Seattle. He asked me if he could we meet again on the beach the next morning at 8 a.m. so we could spend a little more time together. I sadly agreed, knowing this union of ours wouldn't last forever.
Joe changed the subject to fabulous sex we just had. That cheered both of us up and we had a good laugh, since it had been so long since either of us had felt so good. We drove for another twenty minutes or so and ended back up at the hotel. Walking up to front doors of the building, we said good night.
"I'm a little afraid of your parents catching me if I were to walk you right to your bedroom door," he joked.
I nodded and smiled, "It was such a nice evening, Joe. Thank you."
"Don't forget tomorrow, sweetheart, eight a.m."
"I won't forget," I told him.
We leaned in softly to one another for our goodnight kiss. It was so warm, so wet, it made me want to kiss him and stay in his arms forever. We reluctantly split up and I walked inside the hotel, his shirt and my clutch in my hands. I immediately went to the laundry room on the first floor and threw his shirt in, fetching some change from my clutch.
I went back up to my hotel room and took a shower, washing my insides and outs. After the shower I put on my bathrobe and when it was done, I went down to the laundry room and threw Joe's shirt in one of the dryers. I went back upstairs and stood naked in the bathroom, combing my hair and drying it with the blow dryer. When I had first come back in the room, the clock had read 10:21, so technically I still made it by my curfew, which was midnight. Nicole was already fast asleep and so were my parents, I found, as I peeked into their bedroom and found them both knocked out. When it was ready, I retrieved Joe's shirt from the dryer, folded it neatly and put it in my bag, and climbing into my white t-shirt and Snoopy and Woodstock girl-boxers, I fell into bed, exhausted.
The next morning I woke up with a soreness in my pussy. I smiled and prided myself on the fact that I had taken such a big one. I looked at the clock. It was 7:15 and I hurried out of bed, brushing my hair and teeth and throwing on shorts and a t-shirt. I grabbed the hotel key and Nicole awoke groggily.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Out. I'll be back soon though. By nine o'clock. He needs to leave early to catch his plane," I said, digging through my purse for a piece of gum.
"Who?"
"Never mind, tell you later," I said with a smile and walked out the door, popping a piece of gum in my mouth.
I took the elevator downstairs and walked to the beach where Joe was waiting for me. At this hour, there was hardly anyone on the beach and I hugged Joe warmly when I reached him. We took off our shoes and walked alone on the sand, talking and getting to know each other better. We would've done it sooner, but it sort of cramped our sex drives. About 45 minutes into our visit, we exchanged all our information so we could keep in touch; home addresses, e-mail addresses and phone numbers.
Our conversation hit a dead spot and we knew it was time to part. We looked into each other's eyes. There was a hint of excitement and sadness in his and I'm sure the same in mine. He also looked tired and I'm sure I did too from the night before. I pointed it out and he chuckled.
"You're a good girl, Candy," he said to me softly and kissed me on the lips. He pulled his face back from mine and held my hands. "Keep in touch, kiddo."
I nodded and watched him walk away. I remembered the way he had looked last night in front of the hotel, with his shirt off, kissing me good night. It was a sexy thought. I smiled sadly and headed back to the hotel.
For the remainder of the trip I was sucked into spending time with my parents and other relatives and generally didn't have any interest in what they were saying, what was going on in their lives, etc.
All I could think of was Joe. I still felt Joe inside of me. And yet, I knew he was forever departed from me. I wasn't in love with Joe and he wasn't in love with me, but we had had a wonderful time together, and although we had traded our phone numbers and such, I knew deep down in my heart we would never lay eyes on each other or speak to one another again, that this was just a pleasant moment in our lives that we would remember fondly. When I thought of him, and he thought of me, we could only depend on our memories. I guess we were just two ships that passed in the night.
The morning when my family and I were leaving, I began to pack all my belongings into my bag and I came across Joe's white shirt he had let me keep. I fondled it with my hands and unfolded it, pressing it up against my chest. It was quite a bit larger than I was and I knew I would spend many nights sleeping in it.
The End.
Jenny Gets A 'Sister'
Kay fidgeted nervously on the hard plastic chair in the fast-food restaurant. The plastic was cool, but seemed to stick to her bare ass under the skirt. The rear garters holding her black nylons were uncomfortably pressing into her thighs. From jenny's description, Kay immediately spotted Master when He entered. She watched His confident stride as He brought His coffee to the table.
He sat down opposite her. "You are Kay." Not a question, but a statement.
"Yes, Sir," she answered shyly..
"Jenny has told me about you. She thought you might be a worthy addition to our family, if I approved."
"Well I'm not too happy now," Kay said, eyes on the tabletop.
"I have certain absolute rules in my household," Master told her. "If I accept you, then you will obey all of them at all times. I will train you with pain to serve, and for my pleasure. You will be a complete slave to me. You will service me in any way I wish. If I whore you out, it will be the same as you serving me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Kay said.
"If you dare to even attempt to cheat on me, I'll throw you out on the street. There will be no second chance."
"I understand, Sir. The only reason I'm talking with you now is that jenny has told me what a wonderful Master You are. My boyfriend is a cruel bastard. H-h-he hurts me then picks up barflies and will bring them over to my apartment just to tease me. I know I'm not much to look at, Sir, but I'll work really hard to please You. I'd be honored to be trained by You and to be able to serve alongside jenny. You won't regret it, Sir, I promise," Kay's tears began.
"Well, just so you know up front, there will be pain, plenty of it," Master reminded her. "I've trained jenny so she can only cum with severe pain and tears in her eyes. I will do the same to you."
"I can take it, Sir. I'll gladly suffer anything You require."
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"Humm..., we'll see. That's much easier said than done."
He came around to her side of the table and sat beside her. Immediately his hand snaked up her thigh under her skirt, past the top of her stocking to her crotch. She gave a little gasp at the intrusion, but dutifully spread her legs for Him.
"Black stockings and garter belt with no panties. Obviously jenny told you how to dress for me. Good girl," Master told her.
He checked her slit for dampness. It was. Then He removed His hand and presented His finger to her lips. This simple act of tasting herself melted her. Never had she felt more submissive or slutty. 'Oh,' she thought, 'jenny is so lucky to serve this wonderful man.'
"Alright, Kay, you've passed the first part of the interview. Clean up the table and meet me in the parking lot." With that, He left her to straighten her skirt, dispose of the trash, and follow Him outside as fast as her heels would carry her.
She was told to follow Him home. "Don't worry, slut, jenny knows what I'm doing with you today, well most of it anyway. She's been sent out to the gym and shopping, with orders not to return until 5 o'clock."
Involuntarily she looked at her watch: 11 AM.
When they arrived, she was directed to park beside His car in the garage.
As the door came down, He ordered her to strip to heels, hose and garter belt. Ashamed of her overweight body, she blushed furiously, but complied. Buckling a wide, very thick collar around her neck, He then put leather wrist restraints on her which He fastened to the rear of the collar.
He guided her to the dungeon room with smacks on each ass cheek. Once they entered the room, the door closed with an ominous click. Releasing her wrists from the collar, He gave her a consent/release form to sign indicating that the session was totally voluntary on her part and giving up any legal recourse for the activities or outcome. Then her wrists were snapped to a ceiling hook and her arms were winched high overhead until she could just barely stand on tiptoe.
Taking a riding crop from a rack, He circled her, poking, prodding, thoroughly examining her externally.
"A bit of a belly there," He commented, delivering two quick swats of the crop above and below her navel.
"Decent thighs, nice calves," again the crop for emphasis. "That ass has enough padding for some serious punishment," here the crop hit hard enough to cause a sharp intake of breath, but otherwise Kay remained silent.
He pinched her ear lobes. "Looks like you could use some piercing, my dear."
After stroking her ample breasts, He hoisted both up by the nipples. She moaned. Dropping one, He hit the tender underside of the other one with the crop, then repeated the process on the other one. Kay gave a little squeal of pain, but held the strict position.
"Here's the situation today, Kay. There will be no penetration today, oral, vaginal, or anal, although you may be able to earn an orgasm. We'll see. It depends on how well you respond to pain, and your obedience. If I decide to accept you for training, you will move here immediately and be tested for STDs. You will have no sexual intercourse with anyone for six months, then be tested again. If you test clean at that time, then I will use all your holes at any time, in any fashion I desire. Do you understand?"
Her "Yes, Sir" came out a little timid. It was hard to believe this splendid man would consider training her. It was beyond her dreams.
"If you become one of my women, I will
discipline you to orgasm only on command, under extreme pain with tears in your eyes. You will experience severe breast and nipple torture, orifice reaming and stretching, and learn to deep throat. I will provide your wardrobe and you will only wear what I say. Once in training, there will never be a 'safe word.' If I decide to whip you until I draw blood, then I will. If I decide to pierce you anywhere on your body, you will happily submit. If I decide on brands or tattoos, you will obey. You will suffer for my pleasure and your improvement as you are trained to become a perfect slut. If I whore you out to friends, you will do so, and tell them you are my pain-slut. Right now your only decision is whether you want a 'safe word' for today only, or if you'd prefer a gag and a 'safe gesture."
"I-I'd like to be gagged, Sir, unless my screams would excite You."
"Very good! Spoken like a true bitch," Master was pleased with her response. Perhaps she would make a suitable addition to the household after all.
"Here's how it works. If you drop this, the session stops and you leave," He said, pressing a tennis ball into her hand.
As He brought the thick cock-shaped gag to her lips, she begged, "Please, Sir, I can't hold this big ball. I'm afraid I'll drop it accidentally. Oh please, Sir, gag me. I don't want a 'safe gesture'!"
"Are you absolutely certain, Kay? Once we begin, there's no stopping until the session is completed, and I know how to make a cunt scream, as jenny has told you, no doubt."
"I'm sure, M-Master. Please make the gag tight and use me hard," she condemned herself to the tortures she craved.
The silicone cock was thick, the strap tight. Within seconds her jaw began to ache. Giving each breast another taste of the crop, He turned to the corner sink and soon returned with a bulging enema bag which He attached to her suspension chain above her head.
"Did you give yourself a clean-out enema as jenny instructed?" He asked while lubing up a life-sized cock-shaped nozzle.
Unable to speak, Kay bowed her head and shook it.
"This is only two quarts of hot water, not even any soap. It's just to rinse you out a little and give you something to think about during your first whipping,"
Absent any foreplay, she groaned as He spread her cheeks and pushed the nozzle in relentlessly until it was fully seated. When He released the flow, she could feel the heat from the tubing along her spine and in her crack before the gush of hot water began filling her bowels.
"As I said, this is only two quarts. Eventually you'll learn to take four quarts or more if I decide. And then there's all the punishment recipes I use as well, strong soap, lemon juice, vinegar, milk and molasses. The vinegar is especially effective. Even a cup of it in a bag of hot water and you'll hardly be able to hold it for even seconds. But then of course, I've got ways to make sure it stays in so you can enjoy the intense cramping as long as I wish," He told her as the cramps began.
The two quarts distended her belly. He rubbed it and pressed in. She groaned.
"You think this is bad, slut? A standing four quart filling will have you begging for mercy. And because of your belly, in the future you'll get all your enemas wearing a girdle or corset. I know how to make a bitch suffer," He reminded her.
"A standing enema is the worst, unless I hang you by your ankles and then fill you completely. You'll drain and ache for hours after a suspension punishment enema session, I assure you."
As the cramps twisted her insides, her slit began twitching with excitement despite her imagination cringing at the terrors He described.
'I'm such a slut,' she thought as her legs began quivering with the strain.
When the bag was drained, He clamped the hose and removed the nozzle, none too gently either. An inflatable plug was inserted. The sound of the inflation bulb vied with her moans as the device grew and sealed her ass.
"There, now we're ready to begin," He laughed, picking up the riding crop once again.
Her ass, legs, belly and tits all glowed crimson when He exchanged the crop for a wooden paddle. He showed her the holes drilled in it spelling out 'SLUT', then proceeded to bruise most of the same areas. When He laid the paddle aside, the mass of small red bruises resembled chicken-pox.
The beating had taken her mind off the churning quarts inside her gut, but soon the cramping was at the forefront again. Tears were washing her cheeks as He brought up and adjusted a tall floor stand with a vibrator affixed on top. He adjusted the mechanism until it was firmly mashing her clit, but made no move to turn it on.
"Are you absolutely sure you want to continue?" He asked.
Through a mist of tears, Kay n
odded. Oh she wanted this more than anything in the world right now! 'Oh please, Master,' her mind screamed, 'hurt me, use me!' She thrust her pelvis into the steel knob, seeking relief.
"You want that, do you? You want that vibrator on your clitty?" He teased.
She answered with a vigorous head shake and lascivious thrusting.
"Remember my rules? You earn orgasms with pain," He reminded her as He attached two serious clamps to her nipples. Their sharp teeth brought a squeal and some tiptoe dancing as she vainly tried to escape their awful bite. But after no more than fifteen seconds of agony, Kay was again dry-humping the silent vibrator.
Master wrapped a nylon strap around the vibrator's support post and her thighs, securing the implement to her. Picking up a limber fiberglass switch, He began lashing her boobs. Not as heavy as a cane, it soon raised welts nevertheless. Her limited thrashing about only made the pendulous mounds swing and sway with frightful agony from the relentless clamps.
"I think you're about ready for your first pain-orgasm, don't you?" Master inquired.
When Kay gave no answer with her head, He slapped her welted tits hard to bring her back from sub-space. Focused again, she lowered her eyes and nodded assent.
Her knees buckled when He removed both clamps simultaneously. 'Gawd, that hurts!' her mind screamed.
Slapping her breasts until she was again standing straight, He winched the chain up another inch and a half, bringing her literally en pointe. Her toes and legs shrieked in agony at the strict position. When Master approached, flexing two different but wicked looking clamps, her eyes bulged in terror. True, He did ease the tension gradually onto her tortured buds, but as the full spring pressure bit into her tortured flesh, she saw flashes of orange and red behind her clenched eyelids. It hurt so frightfully she'd have gone on tiptoe but she was already there, so could only stand motionless and suffer.
She was crying uncontrollably now. Master switched the vibrator on and began beating her burning boobs with a leather cat-o-nine. She screamed, she cried, she begged, begged for mercy, begged for pain, she writhed, she danced, and she came - came as never before. It felt like her entire body had become her clit, like every nerve ending was twisting in orgasm.
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