by Lynn, KT
“You need to relax Anne. You’re so tense.” She ran one of her hands from my breast down to my stomach and back up again. The other made its way around my neck and into my hair. She pulled my face closer to her own and planted the softest yet most powerful kiss I had ever felt on my quivering lips. My knees felt like they would cave in at any moment leaving me on the floor helpless, but I used what strength I had to stand tall.
“You’re beautiful. There’s no need to feel so out of place. Trust me.” Accompanied by her words was her hand going even lower as it made it’s way back down. She ran it all the way down to my completely shaven pussy, which was a requirement for this shoot. The tip of her index finger pressed in gently, leaving a trail of soft moans and gasps once again, and she began to kiss me harder than last time leaving slight vibrations in both of our mouths as I tried to cry out in ecstasy.
Another finger joined her index, and they both began to slowly move deeper into me. She started to pull out and go back in, each time getting faster, each time leaving me more confused by the amount of pleasure I was feeling. I’d never been with another woman, but I couldn’t deny that Liza was making me feel things no man had before. I had to continue to see where this was going, despite my doubts.
With the hand fondling my hair, she grabbed my own hand and placed it on her wet pussy. I instantly knew that I had to pleasure her like she was doing to me, and I went for the two-finger thrust that was making my body tremble. She seemed to respond in the exact same way as myself.
I started to pick up the pace. I was almost violently thrusting them into her now, so hard that she’d stopped working my clit and instead was standing there, flustered and moaning. I enjoyed her moans, enjoyed the sound of her echoing through the room. Confusion was mixed with anger, and passion was laced with pleasure. I couldn’t control myself.
She began to moan louder, moaning my name repeatedly, cursing the air. Both her hands latched onto my shoulders to keep herself standing. She was going to collapse; I could tell. I wanted to make her fall to her knees; I wanted her to scream my name--what was happening to me?
For the first time since I’d started in the business, I felt in control of my own life again. This time, I was calling the shots; I was making her do what I wanted.
“Anne, God.” She began to leak out onto my two fingers as I rubbed at her clit the last few times.
She regained her strength and managed to let go of my shoulders. A massive smirk crossed her face followed by several pants of post-ecstasy.
“Your turn.”
She lay me down, getting on the floor herself and dragging me with her hands, then pushing me back and straightening out my legs. Her warm kisses were all over my face as a hand caressed my tender nipple once again, twisting it playfully pulling my moans deep within my throat. She began to kiss my neck, then my chest. Before I could catch my breath, her mouth was wrapped around my right breast, sucking and teasing the nipple with her moist, warm tongue. I felt a hand rubbing my wet pussy, like she was loosening it up for something.
She went further down, kissing over my belly button, and I began to play with my own erect nipples as she did so. Finally, she reached my slick pussy, and I waited for her to do what she pleased with it. My clit was throbbing with excitement. Blood was rushing all around my body. I couldn’t wait for her mouth to devour me.
She didn’t disappoint. Her lips made their way to my spread legs, and she drove her face straight in. There was no need to tease me any longer as I was already at a breaking point from all the foreplay. I wanted her to make me cum. I wanted her to make me squirt out like no man ever had before.
Each thrust of her tongue felt like a wet cock sliding into my pussy. She was just as good as any male. She knew exactly where my clit was, exactly how to play with it. Her hands kept making an appearance to bring the pleasure up a level, and just before I could cum, she would remove them again. Such a tease.
She looked up at me, and I saw her through the gap in my aching, pleasure-filled breasts.
“You ready?” I couldn’t reply, only nod in response.
“C’mon, tell me you want it.” She was teasing me more. She had control now; I was back in the photographer’s delicate hands.
“I want it. God, I want it!” I screamed the words out like they’d been held behind a flood gate waiting to burst.
With the words still fresh in the air, Liza went back down and began to use her tongue once more. This time I could feel it coming, my heart racing, my body aching, blood flowing. I screamed out as I leaked and squirted onto her at the same time, leaving me breathless on a white canvas surrounded by blinding lights.
She got up, licking her lips and smiling at me.
“You ready to go again?” She walked over to her camera and picked it back up. “With the photo-shoot I mean.” She chuckled to herself and stood up straight, the camera lens to her eye ready to take my nude photos.
I got up and quickly went to pick up my cotton robe which I’d kicked to the side before. Using the fabric, I wiped myself down a little and then got ready for Liza. I didn’t feel shy anymore, nor anxious, nervous, or insecure. I felt confident and like I’d gotten a little control back. Out of all these amazing, tall, sexy models, Liza had asked everyone to leave the room for me. She’d gotten me alone and made a move on me. Girls were never really my thing, but she was different; she’d filled me with a newfound model attitude that I could only repay her for by doing my best in this shoot.
Two weeks passed after the shoot, and my agency called. Those photos got me a gig with the top designers in New York City at fashion week. I’d be expected to not eat, not get any sleep, and most importantly, have my assigned photographer with me at all times.
I looked down at the terms and conditions of the standard modeling contract for my new job, and I’d noticed something on the third page. By request, Liza Hewitt dropped her photoshoot in L.A so that she could be my personal photographer for fashion week.
I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of what she’d made me, what she’d given me, and what I’d given her. As I sat in my cotton robe fresh from a shower, I began to feel an aching between my thighs. I read further down the page, but before I could finish it completely, there was a knock at my door.
“Who is it?” Whoever it was I didn’t have time for them.
“Your assigned photographer.” In that case, maybe I did.
The Perfect Couple
by Ellie Soap
Themes: BDSM
Josh and Mandy stood in front of their car looking at the house in front of them.
“So who are these people again? And why did he invite us over for dinner?” Mandy asked.
Josh smiled at her as he turned and started to walk to the door, “Honey, it’s the owner of the company I work for. He said that I showed potential so he invited us to dinner. This might be the big break we have been waiting for.”
Mandy jogged slightly to catch up to Josh, her hand touching his shoulder as she leaned around and kissed him. “I promise I will be on my best behavior, but I am not going to sleep with him just to get you a promotion.” They both laughed as they got to the door. Josh knocked and waited.
The heavy door opened slowly and Mandy was caught off guard by what she saw. She had expected to see some old stuck up rich guy and his trophy gold digging wife but what she saw was a handsome man in his 30s and his attractive wife dressed in nice, but not extravagant, clothes.
She became instantly self-conscious, realizing that she was a little over dressed and her husband was a little under dressed. She didn’t have long to dwell on it. Josh introduced her to Richard who liked to be called Rick and Patricia who was fine with Trish. Rick shook her hand warmly, and Trish leaned in giving her a nice hug and whispered in her ear “Don’t worry about being overdressed honey it looks amazing on you.”
Mandy smiled, a little more at ease now that she knew Trish was not judging her for her wardrobe misstep. Trish took her hand and gave he
r a tour of their large house, as she marveled at the size and decor of the rooms.
The four of them walked around the house making small talk as Trish showed off their house. Mandy couldn’t help but notice how perfect everything seemed in the house. Every little knick knack was in its proper place and there was no dust or dirt to be seen anywhere. Mandy was a little jealous that a house this huge was perfectly maintained. Before she could stop herself the words came out, “How many maids does it take to keep this place so immaculate”.
Rick and Trish looked at each other. Rick flashed his wife a huge smile as he said, “Go on tell her.”
Trish blushed, “None, I do everything myself, it takes forever but it is what he wants.”
Mandy smiled, “I know what you mean. Men seem to love a clean house as long as they don’t have to do the cleaning. By the way you do an amazing job, this place is perfect. If I didn’t know better I would say you live in a show house.”
Everyone chuckled as Rick guided them through the rest of the tour talking over his shoulder as he walked.
When they got to the dining room Rick motioned for everyone to sit down, all four of them took their seats and started to relax. Mandy turned to Trish to ask if there was anything she could do to help but quickly decided not to say anything, noticing that Rick was staring at Trish with a look of anger, and almost disappointment on his face. As soon as Trish noticed it she stood quickly, apologizing to the table and hurried out of the room. Before anyone even had time to say anything though she was back and in her hands were plates of food which she quickly set out on the table starting with Rick and ending with her own plate.
Mandy had thought this was weird or at least had started to but her mind was sidetracked as Trish leaned over her and set her plate down in front of her, Mandy couldn’t help but feel the soft flesh and weight of Trish’s breast on her shoulder and wondered if she had done it on purpose. Mandy didn’t want to admit it but she was attracted to Trish or at the very least hoped that she would look as good as Trish at her age.
Trish sat down in her seat apologizing one last time before looking at her husband and then lowering her head. Rick spoke softly, “Unless you guys object for religious reasons I say we all dig into this wonderful meal that Trish has spent all day preparing for us.”
Mandy and Josh both thanked Trish for the food, complimenting her cooking as they tried each of the different parts of the meal. They made little small talk during the meal, instead focusing on the food in front of them. Once the plates had been cleaned, almost in unison Mandy and Josh said “Trish that was an amazing meal, thank you so much.”
Trish bowed her head again almost as though she was praying as she said, “Thank you.”
Once the meal was completed the two couples sat talking for a few minutes before Josh looked up at the clock and saw how late it was getting. He turned to Mandy and noticed that her eyes had started to droop and she was clearly very tired. Josh turned to Rick who had also noticed how tired Mandy was looking.
Before Josh could say a word Rick cut him off “I hope you two don’t take offense but it has been a long day and I was hoping to get in a nice bath before bed. Maybe we can finish this night up another time?” Josh nodded his agreement. Josh and Mandy stood saying their polite goodbyes as they walked through the house and out the front door.
Josh and Mandy walked to their car holding hands, looking back to see that Rick and Trish were in the doorway snuggled close together making sure that they got to their car safely. As soon as the car doors were closed and the car started Mandy sleepily turned to Josh “I want to be them so badly, they have so much love and affection for each other. I hope when we are their age that we can be as nice and in love as those two.”
Josh nodded saying only, “I know, they are like the perfect couple, I hope we can have dinner with them again.” Both Josh and Mandy waved as they drove away leaving Rick and Trish in their doorway framed by the lights inside.
Rick waited until the tail-lights of Josh and Mandy were out of sight. “Did you not think I would notice you eyeing her like that you little slut?”
One of his hands moved quickly pushing hard against his wife’s pussy through her dress.
“Don’t you dare deny it either. Your pussy is so wet I can feel it through your dress.”
Trish lowered her head.
“I know it was wrong Sir, but as soon as I saw her all I could think about is how I could train her to be a little slut for us and to serve you like you deserve.”
Rick smiled letting his fingers push into his wife more.
“I know. I’m not mad at you, but you must still be punished.”
Trish knew what this meant and immediately dropped to her hands and knees, crawling towards the basement door as her husband closed and locked their front door and followed her, his hand occasionally swatting at Trish’s round ass as she crawled and wiggled it.
Rick opened the door to the basement with one hand, his other grabbing Trish by the hair and pulling her to her feet.
“Now go prepare yourself for me. I will be down in a minute. I’m going to grab another drink.”
Without hesitation Trish started to move going towards the stairs down into the basement but not before Rick’s hand came down hard on her ass. Trish let out a slight moan as she felt the pain and heat radiate through her body knowing she was in store for some very intense punishment. She walked down the stairs quickly unhooking her bra as she went. She stepped out of her dress and her shoes in one smooth motion letting them fall to the floor as she reached the bottom of the stairs and turned on the lights.
This room wasn’t like the others in the house. Instead of being perfectly clean, professional, and cheerful, it was painted dark colors with various pieces of oddly shaped furniture in leather scattered around it. In one corner there was a bed, in another a shower stall with no door, there was a cage against the wall just big enough for Trish to crawl into with her ass pressed against the bars exposing her to whatever Rick wanted.
She didn’t know what his plans were for her tonight but she knew she wanted it more than anything. Her finger ran over her smooth stomach and down over her shaved pussy trailing across her wet slit. There was no denying she needed to be punished for the things she had thought about Mandy.
Trish jumped as the words hit her.
“You better not be touching your wet pussy you little slut, I know I didn’t give you permission.”
She knew she had been caught, but her hands moved instinctively behind her back, her legs spreading slightly so that her entire body was exposed and open for her husband to use, tease, or torture. Rick ran his fingers over Trish’s flesh letting his nails trail across her back and over her ass cheeks as he ran his hand between her legs.
“Impressive. You must have been thinking some very naughty thoughts about our guest considering how wet your pussy is. What did you want to do to her?”
Trish blushed as she realized she was going to have to tell her husband what she wanted to do to Mandy. It didn’t help that he was starting to drum his fingers on her soaking wet pussy.
“Sir, I just wanted to train her to please you like you deserve.”
Rick laughed and pushed two fingers inside his wife.
“I believe that that was part of it, but you don’t get this wet thinking about just having a slut serve me. What did you want to do to her?”
Trish let her head fall in front of her.
“Sir, I wanted to kidnap her, strip her down, and break her in for you. I wanted to force her to lick my pussy and ass while she had toys inside her pussy. I wanted to beat her ass until she begged and pleaded for me to stop, and more than anything I wanted to tie her down so we could put on a show for you.”
Rick moved around Trish using his cum covered fingers to lift her chin.
“Those are all good thoughts you little whore. Don’t be ashamed.”
His mouth moved quickly as he kissed her before stepping back and bringing his han
d down hard across her exposed breasts, Trish shuddered as she felt the blow and her body’s instant reaction of arousal wash over her.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Rick gestured towards one of the tables in the room. Trish moved without hesitation, walking to it and bending over, her hands still behind her back. She pressed her chest against the cold wooden table spreading her legs slightly to expose her wet pussy lips to the cool air of the basement and present her ass to her husband. Trish waited as patiently as she could in this position, her eyes closed and wondering what her husband was planning on doing to her.
She knew what he was planning even before the cane hit her exposed thighs, the sound of the cane cutting through the air was like nothing else. As she felt the thin material land on her, the wave of pain shot through her body followed quickly by a wave of pleasure that started at the point of impact and went directly to her aching pussy. Each blow that landed hurt a little more and she knew that the back of her thighs and her ass must be covered in pretty red welts. As she lay there taking each blow she realized that she had started to whimper as the cane landed and then moan as the welt appeared and she felt the cool basement air on her hot flesh.