Sexy Stories

A Rapist Nightmare

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 06:10:00 +0000

His grimy eyes stare out into the dreary cold night as he stands alone in a dark alley. He’s watching her from a short distance, waiting for just the right moment. His focus is on a well dressed woman that steps forth out of the thick clinging fog that swirls around her body as she moves effortlessly across the damp night grass. She appears to float along as if she were the dead rising from their graves.

The woman smiles and inhales deeply as she stretches her long thin arms above her head. Her older style blue hip hugging skirt, molds to her body as if begging someone to stroke their hands over her body. A tight gray sweater hugs the swell of her ample breasts, lifting them even higher then normal so that the nipples look directly at you when she moves. Her blond hair hangs loose, streaming down over her shoulders. Her bangs hang down partly blocking the view of the coal blue eyes as if only to tease you with them.

A breeze kicks up causing her blond locks to blow free playfully about her fair skin. The swirling haze of the fog works in her favor as she walks onto a main alleyway. She walks slowly, looking hard at buildings as if lost. Dimly lit windows look like small eyes staring balefully down on her. This is not a place for a sexy lady to be out wandering in the dark. As she turns the corner onto a smaller alley a large rugged black man slips from a shadowed doorway. Lost in thought, she walks slower, showing no fear of her surroundings.

The man is dressed like a thug, and casually strolls along as he watches her from a short distance. He walks with an air of comfort, living in the area all his life, he knows the area well. He conceals a large knife that hangs in it’s sheathe off his belt.

As she slows her pace, he calls out to her, “Hey Sugar.” His deep voice rings out loud from behind her. She looks casually over her shoulder, but doesn’t answer him. She picks up her pace and moves swiftly towards an opening to the left. She ducks into the shadows, but she moved to slowly and he sees where she is hidden.

With a deep booming laugh he follows her into the alley. When she sees it is a dead end she turns, thinking she could get back into the main alley, instead the stranger stands in front of her.

“Hello sugar,” he says with a grin on his face. His eyes look her over with an obvious hunger in them. She begins to back away from him, her eyes darting looking for an escape. Sadly, even the alley was against her as she backed away from him, her foot stepped into a small puddle of greasy water. Her pump slipped in it, and down she went, her ass smacking into the concrete, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Don’t worry sugar I will take care of you.” His tone frightens her, and she realizes what he has on his mind.

He laughs deeply as he moves slowly towards her with the knife in his hand. The long, thin blade, reflex’s the shinny half-moon that hangs low in the air. He moves at her quickly before she can get back on her feet.

She feels the cold blade touching the tender skin on her neck, making her cry out softly. “No no no please....!” she shouts with a low whimper.

She feels his lips touch her ear “Sugar your gonna give me so much lovin tonight! I will make you my whore.” His words were so vulgar and dirty to her, but it made it obvious that he intended to do harm to her. He reaches out a strong hand and grabs her firmly around the neck, holding her completely immobile.

Just then she feels the cold steel blade moving slowly down her body, until he finds the edge of her sweater. The sharp blade cuts through the woven sweater with effortless ease. Her eyes open wide and meet his as her pale cream colored breasts spill out from under the destroyed sweater. Her face flushes a pale red as she struggles to hide them from his eyes.

The moonlight made this moment feel surreal for them both, almost like a dream. The cool air kissed her breasts, making the dark pink nipples to harden. Her nipples formed into solid points of flesh before him as she again struggles to get free. He growls at her like a wild animal, then pushes her to the ground and straddles her so she couldn’t move. He leans heavily on top of her, pressing his larger body over her smaller frame. He catches her nipple in his mouth and bites down on it brutally, making her scream out.

He slaps her hard across the face, telling her to be quiet. He then holds the knife blade closely to her shaking lips and warns her again, “Do as you are told and this could be pleasant, but don’t listen, and you might lose your life. Do you fucking understand?” he said in a low husky voice.

Fear consumes her, and her body goes limp as she lays there quietly whimpering in fear. She can feel his thick hard shaft through his pants, pressing into her stomach. He deliberately rubs his swollen member up and down her mid section. She feels his callous hand rubbing over her breasts, and then pinching her nipple with force.

She lays there numb to his repeated assault. “Good my bitch, just lay still and do as your told.” Lust consumes his mind, and fills with various delusions. He reaches down and pushes her tight skirt up, forcing it up over her hips. The cool night air rushes over her body and she begins to whimper. He slaps her hard across her face and tears cascade down her cheeks, shimmering in the moonlight that sweeps across her face.

His hands savagely tear at her thin panties and rips them from her body. He tosses them in the direction of a trash dumpster, and then turns his full attention to the smell of her body. The light scent of her perfume and cleanly shaven body, drives him insane. As he holds the knife near her throat, he leans down once more to bite her nipple. She continues to hold still even as a little blood begins to ooze from her left nipple.

With his free hand he unhooks his belt, and then unbuttons his pants, pulling down the zipper in one quick motion. His mouth stays locked onto her nipple, sucking and licking it around in circles. When she hears his actions, it causes her to whimper again. Her mind races, experiencing the feeling of needing to wake up, hoping this must all just be a bad dream.

He shifts his body, and then pushes his pants down to his knees, freeing his pent up cock. He switches to her other nipple and begins to torture it in the same way, biting it until it bled. She feels his cock trying to angle her hips so he can’t penetrate her. He shifts upward and presses his cock head to her cunts lips. “Ahhh you gonna like this whore!” He feels her wetness, and uses one hand to guide his throbbing cock towards her tight opening.

He bites down hard on her right nipple as her slams his cock fully into her cunt. The soft folds of her cunt surround his cock and grip it firmly. He begins thrust is cock quickly in and out of her, hitting the cervix with each hard stroke.

She whimpers, but does not move as he holds the knife firmly at her throat. She lays there, powerless as he takes her breasts once more, licking, sucking, and biting her like a wild animal.

Her folds are incredible tight, but well lubed, making his rape all the more pleasurable. With each stroke into her hot folds, his balls smack into her small round ass. His roughness punishes and humiliates her even more. After several minutes of this brutal rape his cock begins to swell deep in her heated folds.

She begins to moan loudly in enjoyment, as the thought of him cumming deep inside her consumes her thoughts. She begins to buck her hips fiercely into his, consuming more of his thick cock deep inside her moistness. She licks her lips as he looks down at her face.

“Come on you stud,” she moans in a low voice. Her tone is hot, and expresses the need to ride his cock. Uncontrollable words spill from her lips, “Fill me with your rapist cum!” she moans loudly.

She wraps her legs tightly around his waist, embracing him in her warm silken embrace. He bucks hard one last time and shoots his load deep into her throbbing cunt. He pulls his lips from her nipple, and looks down at the woman. She is somehow different, slowly changing as he continues to stare at her now pale skin.

As his breathing slows, his limp cock is still being milked dry deep inside her tight cunt. His cock inside her no longer feels warm, but instead feels like a cold tight rubber hose wrapped around his cock. The inside tissue of her opening sucks up his cum, making her core dry. She painfully holds his cock with her tightness.

As he tries to pull his cock from inside her, he sees her as she really is, with stringy, thin hair, and the face of a creature covered in warts. Her coal blue eyes remain the same color, but her skin color turns gray like a corpse. The life inside her, is now cold and cruel. His own face turns pale, and the life behind his eyes runs away.

Her words are still soft, but the voice is coarse, almost broken now. “Was my fucking pussy good, you bastard?” She bends her head forward, looking up at him.

In shock, he freezes, still with his cock deep inside her tightness.

Her hand shoots down with a blink of an eye, grabbing the knife blade with a soft grunt. With one quick show of strength, she snaps the blade in half, and then drops it near his body. She reaches out and forcibly grabs him around his neck. She pulls his shocked face to her breast, which are no longer beautiful. Instead they look like rotting, sagging flats of old breast tissue.

“Thank you for my meal,” she whispers to him and then wraps her long legs around his body, holding him in place. He tries to fight, but she is stronger than any man he had ever met. It was like pushing against a stone wall.

When her rotting nipple nears his lips he bites down hard, trying to hurt her in any way he can. She sighs deeply with pleasure as he bites into her harden flesh, cuddling him closer into her cold body. Her insides are no longer hot or smooth, just cold and dry, and she uses it all to rape his cock, squeezing it even tighter. Her lips trace over his ear, along his neck, holding him in her strong grip.

Suddenly he feel something sharp poking into his neck, thinking it might be the knife, he tries to struggle free. The feeling changes to not one, but two sharp objects stabbing into his body. Without warning she slams her fangs deep into his neck. He can feel his blood moving swiftly to her lips as she works his neck.

She murmurs a soft “Yes!” as if cooing to him as she drinks. The pleasure he feels is more intense than any of the other 20 some rapes that he had done in the past couple of years. Soon he is griping her as if she were his long lost lover. Pleasure courses throughout his body until he feels himself fading into blackness from lack of blood.

His starved heart begins to spasm in his chest as she licks her lips, and then his neck. He hears her last words as his world dims.

“You’re mine now..... oh so handsome. Mine forever.” Her voice so full of happiness as she releases his still form from her grip. Reaching down, she finds the discarded blade and flicks it across her nipple and watches as dark blood flows freely.

In his dim vision, he sees this through his shadowy dieing eyes. Feeling her hand once more prodding over him, wiping her blood across his lips, making them burn. He whimpers, but she coos sweet words to him and fills his mouth with the blood streaming from her nipple.

“Drink my son!” She commands and rubs her hand over his throat causing him to gag and swallow the a large gulp. He whimpers once more and then begins to suck like a baby on tit. The bitter sweet blood flooding into his mouth, brings life back to him.

He feels her fucking him once more, sliding his coated cock in and out of tight hole. He growls darkly, drinking more of the dark blood until to grows full and spits the nipple from his panting lips. The thought of what he did sickens him, his mind unable to believe he has drunk this creature’s blood.

His cock is still hard though it feels different in her cunt as she fucks him. She rapes him as he did her earlier. He is too weak to stop her anyway. His cock was no longer able to provide sperm for her meals. He turns his head away from her hoping to find solace in the mists. This only allows him to find his reflection in a wet puddle.

With a scream of shock he looks on his new form. His once clean rugged good looking face is no more. In its place is a sore covered face with a lesion next to his nose. His words come out almost like hers, but more grating. “What did you do to me?” He reaches out for her in anger. This time he flies loose from her with a single shove. His cock came loose with a lewd popping sound from her body.

She rises to her feet smoothing out her skirt and looking over her sweater. Seeing the damage done to it she shrugged it off, letting it drop there looking at him. “You owe me a sweater mister,” she says giggling and turns toward the alleyway.

As he rises, he looks to her in anger. “Bitch!”

Turning she looks to him smiling a sluttish smile. “Come here!” When he does not come to her side she laughs. Smiling she uses a slutty tone now with him. There is something magical to her words commanding his body. “Come over here sexy.” He shakes his head no then is surprised as he finds his feet moving in her direction..

She catches his jaw squeezing it painfully. “Rule number one stud is I own you!” She releases him only to slam a fist into his stomach. The blow should only have made him laugh instead it doubled him over. Catching him she slings him easily over her shoulder rubbing his ass as she holds him naked from the waist down. She leaves his clothing in the alley for others to wonder.

Walking to a steaming grate she pushes down on it with her foot. The grate used often by her opens smoothly as she smiles “Welcome home lover.” She steps through carrying his weak form from the misty light of the night. The grate after a moment seals itself.

She laughs as she hefts him up, feeling his flaccid cock on her shoulder she leans to it. Slowly she sucked his head into her mouth with playfulness. Walking down the sewers tunnel she grows tired of the hard head in her mouth, and bites into it hard. He had enjoyed the attention until she had bitten him. He cries out in pain, and she rubs his ass once more, taking him into her home. His was just another scream in the dark down side of the city. The sound causes barely a head to turn in the mists, as another is taken.

Frolicking Around in the Land of Oz

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 05:57:00 +0000

The people in this town think I’m nuts,
they just don't know how right they are.

People around me, give me my inspiration Officer M. Thanks for the story. No harmful intent is meant to anyone, this is just for simple pleasure. This story draws characters from real life, however the story itself is 100% fictional. This is the world of fantasy and fiction where the hidden corners of the psyche may be explored. (Plus I love messing with the minds of others...hehe)

Years ago I lost the ability to catch the type of fish I was after, so I devised a plan that involved using a different type of worm. That was where my neighbor became involved... she became my bait. She is young, pretty, thin, and has child-like qualities that my type of prey tend to desire. All I had to do was stick the hook down her throat and she would unknowingly help me vanquish my enemies. I no longer had to chase my prey, she would bring them to the surface for me and reveal their hiding locations. Then I could rob them of their wealth, or force them to perform sexual acts of humiliation.

Frolicking Around in the Land of Oz

Jay was in for what he thought was going to be a lousy weekend. Normally he spent his weekends patrolling the streets, preventing crime by spending most of his shift driving up and down well known streets. But for this weekend, he had agreed to change shifts with another officer who needed Wednesday and Thursday nights off to attend a meeting out of town.

He sat home alone, thinking about the different women he attracted just because of his uniform. Even though some of the encounters were frightening, it didn’t stop him from enjoying the job the loved. Occasionally he would spend most of his night shift posted at the local Q-Trip store watching the young girls come and go, flirting only with the ones who possessed young flirty girl-like qualities.

Officer Jay sat in the darkened room, smiling, thinking about a girl he had flirted with many times, when he was suddenly startled by a noise coming from his bedroom. Jay quickly rose, heart beating rapidly in his chest, took a deep breath and picked up his weapon from the coffee table. He heard footsteps coming his direction, so he quietly stepped behind a door going into the living room and waited on the intruder.

Jay was somewhat shocked when the intruder began walking into the living room. As the person came closer, he was surprised to see it was one of the girls he had flirted with at Q-Trip. She was dressed in low cut, tight fitting shirt and snug fitting jeans. He couldn’t help being turned on as he watched her stroll across the floor towards the kitchen, but then his officer training took effect and Jay stepped from the darkened corner.

“Put your hands where I can see them!” Jay shouted from the darkness.

All four foot, nine inches of Jennile froze.

“What are you doing in here?” Jay asked as he stepped towards her.

Jennile slowly turned around with a big naughty smile on her face, licked her lips, and stepped up to Jay, making contact with his body. “I just came by to say hello.”

Jay looked down at Jennile as she stared up at his 6’1”, 200lb body. He could feel the heat of her breath on his chest and it sent waves of pleasure descending deep enough to cause his cock to throb with excitement.

“How do I know you’re not here to rob or kill me?” Jay said with a slight smirk across his face.

“What do you want me to do? Take off my shirt to prove I’m not hiding anything?” Jennile giggled, took a step back away from Jay, and began removing her shirt. As Jay watched, she dropped it onto the floor, then removed her jeans and tossed them next to her shirt.

Jay began to smile. “That’s good, Jennile, but you might be hiding a weapon in your bra. So, I think you need to removed it, so I can make sure.”

Jennile unfastened the bra, and dropped it on the floor as Jay leaned forward to exam her lightly tanned nipples, and her smooth lean stomach. Jennile giggled like a schoolgirl as Jay ordered her down on her knees. She obediently knelt down in front of him. Jay reached down to her small petite body and stroked her pretty face and short black hair.

“I’m a bad girl. I need to be severely punished. Just please don’t take me to jail officer. I’ll do anything you want.” Jennile again giggled at the playful remarks.

Jay smiled and decided to play along with her little game. “All right, my little thief. Looks like I’m going to serve up a little harsh punishment. Unzip my pants.”

Her fingers lightly brushed against his semi-hardness, sending delicious tingles up and down Jay’s spine. Jennile swallowed hard as she reached her little hand inside his jeans. She could feel the soft cotton of his briefs, and the thick hardness of his cock underneath. Every movement of her fingers brought him pleasure as she slowly removed his cock. In her small hands, his cock looked like a monster, and she gasped when she saw its full length.

Jay grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her towards his cock. “Suck it for me you little bitch thief. And if you tell anyone, I’ll have you arrested for stealing.” Jay then pulled Jennile closer to his cock and ordered her to open her mouth. Jennile took his cock fully in her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue moved tentatively against the bottom of his cock, leaving a hot wet trail. Jay began taking short pants of air as he forced her head up and down his thick cock.

Unfortunately Jennile was much weaker than Jay and she couldn’t stop him from forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Jennile gagged and had to force herself back to keep from throwing up. Jay pulled his cock out of her mouth, grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to her feet. “Well, now little thief, that was a good start, but now put you hands behind your back.”

Jennile started to resisted, but with his strength he was able to quickly restrain her. He cuffed her wrists together and pushed her onto the couch so that she was kneeling on the cushions, her face pressed into the back of the couch.

“What are you going to ...” she tried to say, just as he pressed a washrag into her mouth. Jennile struggled to spit it out, but he was on top of her, easily holding her in place with one knee on her back.

Jay’s cock had softened a bit, but it quickly became rock hard again as he reached around her and pulled down her underwear. His eyes hungrily sucked in the sight of her firm young ass as he yanked her panties from her thin body. Jay slid a finger in between her legs and started rubbing his finger over her smooth cunt. He slid a finger into her opening and began rubbing it back and forth. Jennile squirmed, trying to let out small squeals of pleasure. His excitement began to build as he placed the head of his cock near her tight anal opening and began rubbing the head of his cock up and down.

Without a warning, Jay felt someone behind him, but didn’t have a chance to even turn around before he felt a object being smashed against his skull. He awoke to his head aching. He cradled his head in his cuffed hands as his eyes scanned across the darken room. He tries to struggle, but can’t move.

Part Two:

Officer Jay attempted to focus in on his surroundings when he noticed a chain secured to the wall above his head. It lead down the wall and attached to a set of leg irons on his ankles. He attempts to pull free, but all he manages to do is clang the metal loud enough that it alerted those who were holding him against his will.

A rather large woman around age 40 walked into the room, followed by Jennile being pulled along with a dog lease and collar around her neck. Jay immediately knew he was in trouble when he recognized the woman as a local psycho that he had previous encounters with.

The psycho woman walked towards Jay, holding a 12” hunting knife firmly in her hand. Jay began tugging fiercely at the chains as the large woman laughed uproariously at his frantic attempt to free himself. She bent down beside his body, stroked the top of his head and whispered, “Shhh, don’t make a sound, I’m not going to hurt you. For now. If you play real nice and do as I tell you, you’ll live to play another day. Do you understand me officer?”

“This fucking joke has gone to damn far! Take these damn cuffs and chains off me!” Jay shouted, and then yanked at the chains that confined him.

“Naughty, naughty officer,” the woman said shaking her head back in forth. “I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson about who is now in charge. You see this knife I’m holding? You know what I like to do with knives...remember....I like to cut things. Have you ever been cut officer?”

“No I haven’t you crazy fucking psycho bitch! And if you touch me with that damn thing I’m going to blow you head off when I get out of here!”
The psycho woman laughed loudly and then pulled on the lease in her other hand, making Jennile yelp loudly as she stepped forth. “Use this knife to cut away all his clothes,” she ordered. Jennile quickly took the knife from her hand and stepped towards Jay. She cut his sleeves all the way to his shoulders until she was able to remove the shirt from over his head. Next she tugged at his jeans until she was able to pull them down far enough that she could cut them away from his body, leaving him only wearing his bright white cotton briefs.

“The briefs too, and then shave him. You know I like my men clean and hairless.”

Jay protested, but clamed down when Jennile began lathering around his cock with the cool shaving cream. As the alcohol began to burn, he got a instant hard on from the sensation around his balls. Jennile continued shaving Jay’s body until every part of his body was hairless. When she finished she rinsed his body with a shower sprayer that was attached to the wall. Jennile couldn’t help but enjoy herself as she leaned her wet body against his smooth wet chest muscles, and rubbed her hands up and down his semi-hard cock.

“Wash his cock with you mouth,” the psycho woman ordered. She watched as Jennile leaned down between his legs and delicately flicked her tongue over his balls. Her small lips kissed his shaft, and sucked his cock gently while her hands pulled on his smoothly shaven balls. Jay closed his eyes and arched his back as he enjoyed the sensation against his will.

Without warning, the psycho woman cracked a whip hard across Jay’s back. A fine red line immediately appeared, and he screamed out in pain. Jennile didn’t stop, she continued slurping and sucking Jay’s cock as if it were the only thing she had eaten that day.

Whack! Again the whip came down and Jay shouted out, “ What do you want with me? Let me go! Kidnapping charges are going to be filed against you!” Jennile continued engulfing his entire cock into her small mouth.

The psycho woman whacked Jay across his stomach, leaving him whimpering in pain.
Whack! “You’re a strong, powerful man, with nice muscles, a deep powerful voice, and hands that grip tight.” Whack! “You enjoy ejaculating you juice deep inside our pussies.” Whack! “You must learn to experience what we experience.” Jennile’s assault on Jay’s cock had him worked up to the point where he was ready cum, even if he was being beaten black and blue.

The psycho woman ordered Jennile off his cock, which left his cock aching for pussy. The psycho woman walked casually up to Jennile, wrapped one arm around her waist, and kissed Jennile passionately, while squeezing her ass. The psycho woman stepped back and licked her lips, “Nice. A lovely salty taste. Our big officer must be excited.”

The psycho woman slid her hand between Jennile legs and felt her moist mound. “My little woman is all wet. Are you enjoying yourself Jennile?”

“Yes Ma’am I am. Please may I have some more.”

The psycho woman squeezed Jennile nipples, and then sent her off to retrieve a large strap-on dildo. Jay’s eyes went wide when Jennile returned with the cock already on. She walked up to Jay’s face and ran the dildo over his lips.”

“Lick it!” the psycho woman ordered, but Jay refused. She then walked over to him and slapped him hard across the face. “Lick it!”

Jay complied and lightly licked along the hard plastic dildo. “Now you will be fucked like a woman.”

Jay began to loudly protest, but the chains held him secure enough that petite Jennil was able to easily come up from behind Jay and place the dildo near his virgin anal opening. Jennil rubbed the long 10 inch fake penis with a fruity scented oil, and then squeezed a small amount over Jay’s opening. On the psycho woman’s signal, Jennil thrust the dildo deep into his ass. Jay let out a loud scream of pain and tensed up while Jennil held the large cock still.

“Look how nicely you stretch around Jennil’s cock. My pretty little girl looks so sweet having control over such a powerfully strong man as yourself. How does it feel being helpless and getting fucked like a girl?”

“Fuck you bitch! I’m going to fucking kill you when I get out of ..... Awwwwww,” Jay screamed when Jennile gripped Jay’s hips and began thrusting the cock in and out. Tears began to stream down his cheeks. Jennile began placing light kisses of affection on Jay’s back as she slowed her pace. She then reached around and began stroking his cock.

“Tell me you like it Jay,” the psycho woman said as she walked up to Jay and looked at his face. “Say you like your ass being fucked by a girl!” When Jay refused she slapped him hard across the face, and then signaled to Jennile.

Jennile began pumping the 10 inch cock deeply in and out of Jay’s ass. You could see by the look on his face that he was in pain, but still tried to express his contempt for the psycho woman. “Tell me you like being fucked by my whore!” Smack! “Say it!”

Out of anger and frustration, Jay finally screamed out, “I like being fucked!” The pain eased as Jennile pulled the cock from his aching ass. She dropped the strap-on to the floor and began rubbing her dripping hole. Her shaved slit glistened with her juices. With her other hand she rubbed and pinched her nipples as officer Jay watched her every move.

The psycho woman lowered Jay to the floor and removed his leg irons only. She then ordered Jennile to suck his cock. It became hard quickly and dripped pre-cum from the tip. Jennile then lowered herself slowly onto his throbbing dick. Her soaking wet pussy felt like a warm oven mitt around Jay’s cock and he couldn’t help moaning out loudly.

The psycho woman appeared over Jay and reached out to twist one of his nipples. He let out of low sheik, but didn’t not want her to stop. Jennile licked his chest as she worked her sweetness up and down the officers swollen member. When Jennile felt officer Jay getting close to cumming, she would pull off him, and the psycho woman would twist his nipples prolonging his erection. Jennile was getting what she enjoyed the most, a long hard fucking where she was in control.

Jennile let out a loud scream when she finally exploded around Jay’s cock. The psycho woman bent down and the girls kissed. Jennile’s juices ran down her thighs as she stood up from the officer.

Jay was still hard, but ready to exploded at any moment and wanted to feel the wet pussy squeezing his cock in all the right places. “If you want to get off, you’ll have to give it to me,” said psycho woman said with a devilish grin on her face. Jay had no other choice. Even if he couldn’t stand the psycho woman, the pressure that had built up deep inside was ready to explode.

She wrapped her full lips around Jay’s oozing cock head and hungrily sucked on the precum. The psycho woman spread his legs wide and ran her tongue along his thick muscular thighs. She was tasting his flesh, running her nails sharply across his body. Her tongue slowly worked its way up to the big shaft head. Then she took him fully in her mouth and worked her tongue over every vein. She licked her way down the shaft to the cum filled balls, stopping to gently suck on each ball before making her way back to the tip.

Jay quickly begins moaning as he cock swells in the psycho woman’s mouth. His cock is buried deep in her throat when he moans out, “I’m going to cum.” The psycho woman cups his balls in her hand as she strokes and sucks his convulsing cock. He was amazed at how much cum was pouring into her mouth. He watched her as she swallowed more of his juice that flowed from the tip.

When he finished the psycho woman stood and kissed Jennile full on the lips, letting her taste the salty liquid that dribbled down her chin.

“Very good. You have made my girl very happy, but this is just a start of the things to come. You’ll be like all the others, and won’t be missed for a few days. Each day we will push the boundaries of pain and pleasure a little more, but rest for now, there will be a lot more in store for you.”

The psycho woman stood with a smile on her face, picked up his police badge and tossed it in a basket with several other badges. Jennile skipped along behind her, giggling as she reached down and tasted her juices that were flowing down her leg.

Hey Bunny!

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 04:31:00 +0000

Sent to me by a reader of this site... enjoy!
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Sounds like a challenge! I'm up for it too... First of all, we will need an entire weekend for me to accomplish everything I plan to do to your hot body. It cannot be rushed!

We will need a soft rope. What I want to do to you will require you being tied in a revealing position. A position that will allow uninhibited access to your wet throbbing pussy with a diversity of objects including my hands, my eyes, my mouth, my throbbing seven inch cock and any other toys we may bring into the encounter!

I can be the most gentle man you could imagine being with, and at the same time at the blink of an eye, I can be the most aggressive lover you have ever encountered. Never violent mind you. Always with my partners best interest in mind. I am very aware of my partners likes, dislikes, what makes her comfortable, or what pushes her to the edge of ecstasy and maybe at times the edge of her limits of participation.

I will need a bucket of ice chips. Ice is at the very forefront of my most favorite sexual tools. Ice can be used in so many different fashions and in so many different body surfaces and orifices.

I also want to have a bucket of very warm wet towels next to our bedside. Something warm just to contrast with the cold sensation of ice in the above paragraph. After all... the ultimate stimulation with inanimate objects is to use them in a way the senses are never bored. A HUGE factor in the intrigue and stimulation derived from sexual toys and objects is a result of contradictory sensations. Hot/Cold, Soft/Hard, Fast/Slow ect.

Right at this very moment, I have a visual of you being tied up on the bed. No sheets on the bed, nothing to interfere with access to your most inner and intimate body parts.

With you, I want to first kiss your soft, full and pouty lips until I feel my cock becoming aroused. Next... I have to see, touch and kiss your fucking hot tits! God you have nice tits. Maybe you just know how to position your tits to make me want to just reach in and get a handful of tit regardless of how well I know you. I just want to see, touch and taste your tits so bad.

"God, I am so hard right now..."

After eye fucking your tits, I want to do the same with your wet, throbbing pussy. Begin by touching your pussy with nothing but the air from my lips... Then when you least expect it, plunge my tongue deep into your pink pussy lips that are shining and bulging from excitement. I want to suck on your hard and erect clit and stroke that hard clit with my tongue till you moan and say FUCK ME NOW!

Oh, by the way... When you say FUCK ME NOW... I will climb up and tickle your clit with the head of my cock until you arch your back trying to make your pussy swallow my cock. I want to tease you with my cock... Put just the head of my cock into your steaming pussy. Just allowing my cock head to penetrate your lips over and over.

Then I want to come around and let you suck my balls and touch my hard cock with your hands while I eat your wet soft cunt with my tongue, lips and maybe even a nibble from my teeth. Not hard though, just enough to let you know I could have.

I am feeling a bit tired of the restraints now. I want you to want to climb up me like I am a tree just to get on my cock. Damn... I am so ready to plunge my entire cock into you until I feel the end of your pussy. I want to rub your cervix with my cock, filling you completely with my entire cock.

When you get really wet and turned on, I am going to slip a vibrator inside your pussy along with my cock. Both my cock and the vibrator inside you. Then just lay there, focusing on kissing you and feeling your tits against my hairy chest. Let my throbbing cock and the vibrator massage you from the inside out.

Before we cum, I want to lube my cock and let you slide my cock inside your tight asshole. After you get as much of my cock inside your ass, I will plunge the vibrator inside your pussy so you have been penetrated with my cock and the vibrator at the same time.

By now, we are both ready to get off... Put my cock back inside your pussy and let me get on top. I will ride your pussy until your head hits the headboard. Grind on my cock until you feel my balls in your ass. Let me push so hard inside you my balls penetrate your hot snatch!

It won't take long now. We will both have that first orgasm that rocks your world so hard your knees are weak and your head is light.

After we both cum, we lay in each others arms and regenerate some much needed strenth so we can fuck again.

Okay my little Fuck Bunny... That is my idea of our first intimate encounter. Now I have to jack off. I will finish this in just abit. Be right back...

I just remembered!!! I haven't fucked you doggie yet!!! So we will in a bit... After we rest a minute.

Well sweetie, I hope you enjoyed reading my daydream of what I hope our first fuck would be like. Add me and Fuck me or you will be missing out on one of the best fucks you will ever have baby.

I want to FUCK you...

The Bike Ride

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 06:10:00 +0000

I was at home doing some work around the house that was needing to be done for weeks. By noon, I had most of the work inside done, and decided it was time to tackle the hideous chore of rearranging the garage and cleaning out old unwanted items. The work was strenuous and sweaty, as I moved heavy boxes around in the garage, with the temperature lurking right around the 100 degree mark outside. Inside the garage there was no breeze, only the thick clinging Oklahoma humidity that clung to ever pore on my body. I was completely exhausted and soaked in sweat by the time I had it arraigned in a manner that was acceptable.

A bath was calling my name, so I filled it up with hot water and sweet smelling baths salts that guaranteed to take the aches and pains away. I put my hair up and eased myself into the bath. The hot water stung my body, but I laid back and let it caress me. I took a few hits off a joint and sipped a glass or two of wine before I finally started to relax.

With the water soothing me all over, I sat back and nearly went to sleep. I heard my phone buzzing the announcement of a new message, so I reached over and grabbed a towel, patting my hands dry before seeing it was from the love of my life.

He told me to get ready because he was going to take me for a ride on his bike when he got back. He always knew exactly what I needed. Just when you start to feel trapped and weighed down by life, nothing clears the mind like doing 140mph down the highway, feeling the wind tingle every exposed part of your body. Plus there is always the added benefit of feeling the hypnotic rhythm of the vibration between my legs.

I had a couple hours before his arrival, so I sat on the edge of the tub and shaved my legs, and then shaved off the light new growth of hair on my vagina. I then slipped my cool body back into the warm water. I take notice of how my breasts are floating and bobbing in the water. My erect nipples were sticking out just above the water, with the cool air lapping at them. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to squeeze them hard between my slick, wet fingers. The water had made them slippery and so soft to the touch. I bent my head down and took my left nipple in my mouth, flicking the nipple back and forth with my tongue.

I was starting to feel the tingling sensation growing in my lower stomach, signaling my need to run my hand further down my body. I ran my hands down my stomach, across my freshly shaved thighs, until my left hand came to rest between my legs. I felt my smoothly shaven cunt and cupped my hand over the entire surface, firmly squeezing it with my hand. I then used my fingers to spread my pussy lips and slowly I worked my middle finger inside and began massaging my clit, which hardened under my touch.

I realized that I needed stress relief that no bath could offer on it’s own. Still, I let myself go with the feeling, and explored my inner warm wetness, which was different than the warm water around me. Touching and playing for a while, the water started to cool, but I did not want to cum yet, as I knew later on I would be fulfilled by my lover. I stood and slowly dried myself, thinking about my adventure to come.

I dressed carefully, fully preparing myself for the ride, and then downed a couple more drinks. I put on a black skin tight, silky shirt, my black jeans with the red lace ups down the legs and my long black boots. The leather jacket would wait until later in the evening when the darkness would cool the night air. I sat down and surfed through a few channels on the TV, thinking about what I knew was to come, I couldn‘t keep from occasionally squeezing my nipples or rubbing my hand between my legs to keep me close to the edge.

I heard my lover pull up outside, so I quickly slipped into my jacket, and walked out to meet him. He had just taken his helmet off so we could kissed for a minute, before he handed me my helmet and then put his back on. With my head swimming from the alcohol, I jumped on the back and off we went.

The wind in my face felt wonderful and sent chills throughout my body. The cool night air rushed across my body as my lover began pushing over the posted speed limit. We flew down the almost deserted highway, leaving Glenpool, and heading towards Bixby. I hugged him tight and reached around to feel his chest, letting my hands slowly slip down to the zipper of his jeans. I undid the zipper and top button, and then rubbed him until he became hard in my hands. He suddenly let off the throttle, and pulled into a secluded park just off the highway. I immediately knew what he wanted.

As soon as the bike had completely stopped and he put kickstand down, I got off the bike and took off my helmet. He bought one leg over while still sitting on the bike and I pulled his jeans down a little more. He held his shirt up a little as I started to lick and nibble at his chest, slowing working my way up to kiss his neck. Then I came back down to his chest area and slowly worked my way down lower, licking, sucking and nibbling all the way down until I reached the heavenly scent of his cock.

I deeply inhaled the fresh, clean scent of his manhood, then slowly took his hard cock into my mouth. I heard him moan with the pleasure of feeling the warmth and wetness of my mouth. At first I went slow, then quickly picked up speed, going faster and faster, with one hand supporting my weight against the bike, while the other cradled his balls. I could feel he was about to cum, so I slowed down and stopped, not wanting him to cum just yet. He had fire in his eyes as I looked up at him and teasingly smiled. I gave him one last lick suck, deep throating his cock, then pulling off his like a girl sucking on a lollipop. I quickly turned and put my helmet back on, getting on the back before he could say another word.

He gave me a devious grin, and then took off out of the picnic area like a man possessed. I had him worked up enough that I did not have to play the game of reaching around to touch him again. I knew he was headed for his house so I could finish him properly, and so I could be paid back for the teasing. My mind giggled with excitement as we flew down the blacktop road.

We sped along the highway, overtaking cars that felt like they were standing still. The excitement of going so fast, the build up of earlier on in the tub, the sucking of his wonderful cock, and the throbbing of the bike between my legs was making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else, but getting back to his place so we could make love.

Once again I felt him slow down, but I knew we were no where near his house. I began looking around and saw over my left shoulder a police car with lights on pulling us over. “Damn, I thought to myself, this can’t be happening now,” all I wanted was to get back to his house fast.

We came to a stop once again down a small access road, and the police officer came up to talk to us. He looked like the typically average cop, around six feet tall, with wide broad shoulders, and a smoothly shaven head. It was a big turn on for me, especially since my lover kept his head that way. They both reminded me of the sexy Vin Diesel, with his strong biceps and cleanly shaven body.

In a deep voice, he asked if there was an emergency, and because I had a few drinks earlier, I was a little brazen and told him that yes there was an emergency. He asked what the emergency was and I proudly proclaimed with a devilish grin, “if we don’t get back to my lover’s house fast, I’m going to explode because I needed his cock in me, pumping me hard until I cum.”

I felt my lover stiffen slightly and gave a nervous giggle. He knew we were in for a serious fine, and possible jail, considering how fast we were going. I reached around and started feeling his cock once more while the officer gave a look of surprise. My lovers cock was instantly rock solid and pressing hard against his jeans. With a sexy little grin, the police officer said that maybe I should show him exactly what we had planned so he could tell if it was a real emergency.

I threw my leg over the back of the bike, ripped the helmet off and turned to my lover, looking him in the eye while once again undoing his jeans. He shuddered from anticipation. I greedily took his hard cock in my mouth and gave him head again while he was sitting on the bike. Suddenly I felt the police officer grab my ass and start to run his hand down my back.

My lover looked over and saw this, which sent him over the edge and he began cumming in my mouth. I thought to myself how much it must have turned him on, for it was doing me the same way, leaving my underwear completely soaked. I was so wet I could feel my dampness through my jeans, and felt the swelling of my clit.

I told the officer that maybe he should help me out and give my lover a few moments to recover. He didn’t need telling twice and eagerly bent me over the bike, ripping at the button and zipper of my jeans, pulling them down while working on his own. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back as he roughly entered me from behind.

My lover got off the bike, and stood back to watch me being fucked hard doggy style. He came around and started playing with my breasts, keeping an eye on the action going on behind me. I quickly came as the officer thrust deep in my cunt. I could feel the wetness run down my leg as his cock continued to slam in and out of my hole. I couldn’t hold myself and the officers 200lb thrusting weight anymore and asked if we could go to the back of the police car. The officer pulled his wet cock from my dripping cunt and we all started walking towards his patrol car.

When we got to the back of his car, the officer teasingly said that it looked like I knew what I was doing when I gave head and wanted to know if he could feel for himself. I gave him a devious grin, as he stood on one side of the patrol car with the door open. I then laid down on my stomach across the seat and started to give him head. I felt my lover come around from behind and insert his thick cock into my already dripping wet cunt.

As he watched me give head to the officer, my lover thrust his cock in and out with the speed that quickly induced a toe tingling sensation as I came hard. The insides of my pussy walls swelled as I got off, and tightly clung to my lovers cock. He continued to pound mercilessly at my cunt as my cum dripped onto the seat of the patrol car.

The big officer pulled his cock from my mouth, as my lover and I changed places. I sat on top of him rubbing his cock against the bottom of my cunt, rocking it back in forth. My lover stuck his finger in my ass rubbing it around as he stroked in and out of my cunt. I saw the officer disappear from in front of me, and then I felt him come around behind me and climb into the car.

I felt the officer rubbing his cock against my ass, as my lover continued to shove upward into my shaven pussy. I had never had two dicks in me at one time, and was a little frightened by the ideal, but I didn’t say no when I felt him rubbing the head against my tight anal opening.

We all grunted out loud when the officer was finally able to break through the opening and slid his cock head inside. It was painful, but a nice painful sensation. My lover eyes rolled back in his head as he shoved upward hard when the officer’s cock finally made its way deep into my ass. I was screaming with pleasure as one cock went in my cunt, and the other one went up my ass. The officer grabbed the back of my hair with one hand, and squeezed my ass with his other hand, while my lover sucked hard on my left nipple.

Within minutes of the thrusting I began to tighten firmly around the meaty cocks, whimpering loudly as each cock fought for room in my holes. The intense pleasure soon sent me over the edge and I began screaming as cum squirted from my pussy. The officer pulled out my ass and shot his creamy load all over my ass opening, as my lover unloaded his love juice deep inside my tighten walls.

We were all breathless and red in the face as we finished the act. With a well satisfied grin, the officer said that he now understood that it had been a true emergency and that we should be on our way. But before he left, he invited us to go bike riding with him next weekend. Sounds like my kind of fun...hehe.

Pool Party

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 20:34:00 +0000

Sent to me by a reader of this site...feel free to send me your own sexy story if you like, just let me know if you want your name posted on the story or you can leave it anonymously.
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My husband and I had taken a vacation at one of those timeshare resorts in Orlando. We decided to take a late night swim at one of the 3 swimming pools on the property. The pool house had lots of floating toys and rafts. We picked out one flat raft and another single chair that floated half in the water and half out of the water.

There were a few other people at the pool but they soon left, and this is when things got interesting. I have always wanted to have sex in a swimming pool and I knew it wouldn’t take much to get my husband in the mood, too. I pulled my bikini top down so that my tits were exposed. I went over to the chair my husband was floating in and started rubbing my tits against his legs. He’s a sucker for my tits and within a minute, he was sporting a big fat hard on. I pulled his swim trunks down and his massive cock popped out, the swollen head just above the water level. I teased the head of his cock with my tongue, and before you know it I was bobbing my face in and out of the water to get as much of his cock in my mouth as possible.

I brought him to the brink of cumming several times, but stopped short every time, because I wanted his cum inside me. We traded places in the chair and soon he was licking my pussy and sucking my clit so nicely that I thought I would cream his tongue right then. But he was also going to make me wait, and he teased me for several more minutes, alternating tongue and finger to my throbbing pussy and clit.

I couldn’t hold my pussy still for one minute longer,I really wanted to get on his cock, so I told him to get on the floating raft so I could ride his cock. It took a little maneuvering but the raft was not very wide, so I was able to get on it and get down on his cock, which was pure and simple heaven. Just then we heard some people coming, so I quickly pulled my bikini top over my tits and hard nipples. We both sat up on the raft, which took our asses down into the water, and pretended as if we were just floating around together on the raft. The cool water felt really good on my fiery pussy, which only made me all the more eager to slide up and down on that nice hard cock. All the while, his cock was so hard inside me that it was tough to act normal when the people came to the pool looking for a diving mask they had left behind. They even started asking us questions, like if we were on our honeymoon and if we had been to Disneyworld yet.

As soon as the other vacationers left, I started to just gently rock on that glorious cock. The look on my husbands face showed that he was enjoying it as much as I was. In this position, my husband was able to lean down and suck my nipples while I sat on him, engulfing his cock with my spasming pussy. I had him lay back so that I could get some real movement, and I rode his cock nice and slow, which drove him wild and had me on the edge of cumming with every stroke.

After several minutes of this, we were both ready to cum. So, in perfect unison, we both sat up and put our asses down into the water. The cool water again felt so good on my pussy, and he got his cock into me so deep, that I could not hold off cumming for another minute. He came at the same time and my pussy squeezed his cock so tight that it felt like we would never get apart. We just sat there for another few minutes, not believing how amazing that had felt, when suddenly we heard another group of vacationers coming. We got down into the water, got our suits back on. My husband gave me a wink and we got out of the pool.

Against the Wall

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 03:39:00 +0000

I could hear voices talking excitedly nearby, as they made their way inside the Action Lounge in Broken Arrow. I could hear the steady thump of music radiating through the thick wall behind me. It’s sultry, sexy beat influenced my response. Through partly opened eyes, I stared into the damp, night sky, and noticed the barely visible moon, which only allowed a small glimmer of light to shine through the ink-like blackness of the night.

The warm heat of his breath on my neck, sent shivers down my spine as he pressed me firmly against the wall to restrain me from too much movement. His need for dominance became evident. His hands freely roamed, exploring the curves of my body before he grasped my wrists, and pinned them above my head. His one strong hand was all it took to keep me immobile from the waist up. His free hand was searching for access below the flimsy material that concealed my aroused flesh. I squirmed against him with false need to break free. I could tell, it only excited him more. My hips writhed against the swelling bulge trapped within his pants.

His mouth hungered for the soft skin heaving shamelessly from the beneath the boundaries of my skirt. Breathlessly he mumbled, “My God you taste so good …” His grip on my wrists loosened. “… Your scent is intoxicating.”

Lightly applied Safari floated in the air, mixing with the aroma of imminent sex. The fragrance lured us into recklessness. His need for control was abandoned as his hand released its hold on my wrists. My freed hands pulled him closer. I couldn’t help but grope his hard cock through the thick jean material. The temptation to satisfy my curiosity drew me in. I teased him deliberately.

We paid no attention to the people passing by in the near distance. Enticed by the forbidden chance that we might be caught, our arousal heightened. The darkness of the night and shadows cast by nearby buildings would hopefully mask our secret encounter. Still, I knew our intensifying moans of lust could give us away at any moment.

He backed away slightly, hesitating a moment in enjoyment as I rub my hand across his trapped bulging cock. Sensations coursed through his body, which left him in a needful state. His hands were pressed hard against the roughness of the wall to steady himself.

“ Mmmm … Your so hard,” I whispered gently in his ear. Gazing deeply into his eyes, I taunted him with the devilish grin that spread across my face. “Is all that for me?” I asked in a breathless tone.

Playing into the game I had begun, he answered, “ Damn right it is,” he said covering my lips hungrily. His kiss was demanding at first … then softened. His lips slowly parted from mine, neither of us wanting the kiss to end. “ … And you’ll love every inch of it.” He concluded in a barely audible voice.

I didn’t let on, but I never doubted the enjoyment I would soon receive. The past familiarity we shared had prepared me for our impending intimacy. Over time, the flames of desire had burned fiercely. Which ultimately stripped away any restraint I might of possessed. The control he felt he needed to obtain had already been bestowed upon him.

There we stood alone, between two buildings groping each other with wild abandonment. His hand slipped under my skirt and forced my legs apart. He searched for the pleasure that overflowed within me. He smiled confidently as his fingers slipped beyond the silk material concealing my wet pussy. The look on his face told me such an eager response to his touch hadn’t been foreseen. He was pleased with himself.

Slowly, he began to slide his fingers in and out of my wetness. He teased my clit intentionally between each thrust. If his intentions were to drive me crazy it was working. I held on tightly grinding my hips against him like a bitch in heat. Each wave of pleasure was more intense than the one before, as my orgasm drew nearer.

“ Ohhhh … God … Yessssss!” stumbled out of my mouth. The uncontrollable spasms of release had descended upon me. I rode each wave of passion until it began to subside. He slipped his fingers from my pussy and brought them closer to his face. With both fingers completely immersed in his mouth he began to suck my juices from them. His eyes closed as I watched him inhale the sweet scent of desire.

Satisfied he had devoured every lingering trace, I heard him command, “ Get on your knees … now.” He was quiet so as not to call attention to us, yet his voice remained firm. I knelt willingly before him on a small patch of grass growing between the buildings. He unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper until it wouldn’t go any further. I noticed that he was having difficulty sliding his jeans down over his hard cock. It had become so swollen with arousal that I think it even surprised him. In the faint starlight, I detected a glint of pre-cum glistening at the tip. It was enticing me to take a taste … to lick it clean. I could feel him begging me to suck him to full hardness as I teased the end of his cock. His cock twitched in anticipation, beckoning me to fulfill its need.

I admired his thickness for only a moment, before I felt his hand cup the back of my head. Urging me forward. His fingers entangled within my hair to anchor his grasp. “Suck me.” he ordered in a low growl. I lowered my mouth over his length until I wasn’t able to take anymore. My lips hugged his cock tightly, as I began my slow torturous descent. “ Mmmm, Yeah that’s it baby.”

My mouth slid hungrily up and down his cock. The rhythm accelerated, as I became more comfortable with his size. I became obsessed with the task at hand, sucking him harder and faster. I wanted to hear him beg for release … to lose control.

His grasp on my head tightened, as he held me still to receive his thrusts. I fondled his balls with my free hand, raking my nails lightly along the taut skin. He slowed his frantic pace to keep from releasing too soon. Both of my hands slid around to cup the well-defined roundness of his backside. I caressed the soft flesh invitingly, which almost sent him over the edge. His thrusting stopped abruptly. “Stop …” he begged, “I’m not ready yet.” I moaned in disapproval as my lips slipped from the end of his cock. “Get up.”

He had something else in mind … something I longed for. To feel him deep inside of me, filling me completely with his hard cock. Fucking me hard and fast until neither of us could hold back any longer. I stood slowly, brushing the remnants of sand that clung to my knees. He was impatient. His lips assaulted mine with intense need. I reciprocated feverishly, with no intention of denying my own needs.

His hands clawed at my top trying to release my breast from its prison. He found success, as my left breast was exposed to the night air. The darkened color of my nipple stood out against the paleness of my skin. He leaned down and caught the erect nipple in his mouth, sucking at it hard. His tongue teased me in between each playful nibble. I didn’t know if I wanted to pull him closer or beg him to stop. Within seconds, the decision was no longer mine.

Turning me around to face the wall, he lifted the bottom of my skirt, so that the backside rested at my waist. “You better use the wall to steady yourself.” He suggested. I bent slightly at the waist and did as he said. With my hands against the wall I felt him tug at the sides of my lacy panties. Evidently, they didn’t give way as he intended. I felt him tear at each side until the unwanted restriction was removed. They lay in a heap on the ground beside my feet no longer functional. His intensity scared me a little … which excited even more.

For some reason I briefly glanced toward the exit of the bar. A couple of guys stood outside and appeared to be talking quietly to each other. “Had they heard us?” I wondered silently. They looked around inquisitively, as if searching for something they heard, but couldn’t see.

I felt the head of his cock pressing against me from behind. He rubbed it up and down the length of my pussy until it was covered with my juices. His fingers slipped in and out of my hole a couple of times. I felt him position the head of his cock against my opening once again and waited for the initial thrust. He grasped my hips firmly and plunged forward. His hard swollen cock pierced the tightness surrounding my womanhood. I flinched at the initial discomfort, but quickly surrendered to the delightful fullness I felt deep within. His cock, slick with cum, slid in deeply, until his groin rested against my fleshy cheeks … unable to plunge any deeper.

A groan of undeniable ecstasy escaped his lips. I mirrored his verbal approval with my own deep moan of appreciation. My hand involuntarily reached for my exposed nipple. Rolling and pinching it between my fingers I waited for the emptiness of his outstroke … followed by another deep thrust into my tingling depths. Every nerve ending felt alive with sexual tension. He continued teasing me, slowly pulling outward … then thrusting deep. It wasn’t long before I insisted he stop the insatiable teasing. “Fuck me damn it!”

At my request, he began driving his hard cock into me. He had every intention of continuing until he had nothing left to offer. His deep hard thrusts gave new meaning to the saying, “Hurts so good.” It wasn’t long before I was pounding against him in perfect unison. I abandoned the need to touch myself, when I realized both hands would be needed to steady myself against his driving force. I held on tightly to the brick support I found necessary, while my sanity slipped between the cracks of the wall. Our impending climax heightened. I was so close.

The climatic quiver began in my toes and vibrated throughout my entire body. The intensity seemed to double once it reached my pussy. I could feel it throb involuntarily around his shaft. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Thrusting into me one final time he emptied his load into my depths. He pressed against me exhausted allowing my orgasm to milk him dry.

His spent member slipped slowly from between my legs, as it was still very sensitive to touch. I turned toward him and began to readjust my clothing. A smile was upon both our faces. I guess I could assume confidently, that both of us were completely satisfied with the night’s outcome. He fastened the button on his pants. “So, are you planning on going in?” he asked. He nodded towards the back door that people had been using all night. “Or would you prefer to go somewhere else?”

That little devilish grin formed on my lips once again, as I replied, “Somewhere else sounds like a lot more fun. You coming?”

“You know I will.”

Stalking Can be Fun

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 04:00:00 +0000

This story, like most all others on my site, is purely a work of fiction from a writers mind that is sometimes not always stable, but she stills enjoys a good naughty story. No harm to any actual person will every occur.

She wasn’t following you, but I was. I was watching you as you drove down the highway, turning left and then back right. I see where you’re going. Into the store for a quick drink, and maybe a little chatting with the cute girl standing in line. Then a stop at the smoke shop for a pack of cigarettes to smoke during the times when you are bored out of your mind and waiting on some criminal to break the law. After all, you’ve got to use those shinny new cuffs for something.

Are you watching me? I’m watching you. Are you afraid of me? You might want to be.

Some people will tell that preparation is the key, and they are not totally wrong, still I prefer the spur of the moment decision in picking out a random officer to stalk. Then I’ll watch him for days, learning the times when he is at home, where he goes when he leaves, writing down all the important notes in my spiral bound notebook to study later. Personally, I don’t won’t a defenseless victim… That’s why I target law enforcement… I want someone who will try to fight back.

The most important factor in successful stalking is not getting so close that your target figures out you’re following them. If they figure out you’re following them, they will bolt like a scared little rabbit, ruining in future plans of torture to your victim.

Next follow them home. Once you’ve found out where he lives, you can easily monitor when he is at home and when he is working. Making it easy to find the right time to creep into his house and maybe remove a few personal items to keep as trophies, or just to touch and smell later. Since they are in law enforcement, doing something to draw them away from their house is a easy thing to accomplish.
Just make sure you study the layout of his house while there, that way when you return it won’t be a problem navigating your way around in the dark.

It’s also a lot of fun looking through his windows later… you watch him as he stands beside his bed and removes the keys hanging from the front of his belt, along with the extra set of cuffs hanging in the back. He slowly removes the belt from around his waist that holds his weapon on the right side of his body. He then removes his badge from over his heart and sets it gently on the table near his bed along with the pen he has used that day to write law breakers citations. He removes his radio and then unbuttons the front of his shirt, exposing the bullet proof vest underneath. Carefully he removes the straps and tosses the vest onto a chair sitting in the corner. He stands there in only a black tee-shirt and his pants with the many pockets, each filled with various items needed to fulfill his duty requirements.

I observe my target and establish his routine. I may even find him online so I can learn his habits, what he likes and doesn’t like. I want to know what he knows. Eat where he eats. I want to watch him each day and night as he finishes removing the last few articles of clothing from his body, exposing his fully nude body. Is it then that he feels the most vulnerable? Should I attack him then?

The Break-in

It was all too easy, I thought with a wide smile across my face. He had just gotten off duty and would probably be standing next to his bed getting ready to make love to his wife. As his wife watches him removing his uniform, I was busy cutting the main phone line into the house and then unlocking the side door leading into his garage. Walking silently into the dark garage, I find the door leading into the kitchen. There was no need for a light of any sort because I had been in his house many times before and easily knew where everything was located.

Suddenly there was a flash of a light being turned on, and the sound of a man’s voice broke through the quiet night air.

“Who’s there?” his deep voice shouted from the other side of the room.

I froze for a second, and then looked up to see it was my prey standing there in nothing but his boxers. For a man in his forties, he still looked really good and was in great psychical shape.

“Hey!” he shouted, “What are you doing in here?!?”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a .38. “Don’t move or do anything crazy, and everyone will be just fine.”

Walking up behind him, I could see his lovely wife Susan wearing only an oversized nightshirt. “What’s going on James?” his wife said as she peaked over his right shoulder.

I quickly ordered them to put their hands up and to walk over to the middle of the now brightly lit dining room.

“What are you going to do to us?” Officer James asked with a shaken voice.
“Just go, we won’t say anything!!” his wife pleaded.

“Yeah sure, lady. Like I’m going to believe that,” I replied a bit skeptical. I had to do something to make sure that they never say anything to anybody. Suddenly a smile came across my face when I noticed a video camera sitting on the kitchen countertop. I turned the camera on and pointed it at both of them.

“Now, we’re all going to have some fun. Both of you take all your clothes off, now!!” I said pointing the camera at them with one hand and using the other to hold the gun in their direction.

They both looked at each other and then slowly removed the few clothes they had on. Even though they were both in their forties, they had kept themselves in good shape. She had dyed light blonde hair, fat tits, nice butt, and long slender legs. James had dark, short cut hair, with a trimmed beard and mustache, and was nicely muscled with just a slight paunchy belly hanging over a nice 7 inch limp cock.

“As you can tell, we have a problem here, I just can’t leave hoping you want come after me. You’ve seen my face and know who I am, so I can’t take the chance of going to jail. On the other hand, I don’t want to kill you, that’s just not my style. So, how can I be sure that you won’t try to come after me as soon as I leave here? Well, let just say I‘m going to take some rather explicit home movies of you two in action. After I leave, if the cops get called or you try to come after me personally, copies of this explicit home movie will be sent to every member of your church and a to all your family.”

“How dare you try something like that!” shouted Susan.

“Well, it’s either that, or I can just put a bullet in the back of your heads and silently walk away into the night,” I stated pointing the gun back and forth at each of their foreheads. “Take your choice!” I said with force.

They both looked at each other and realized that there was no way of getting out of being filmed.

“Let’s go into the other room and get more comfortable,” James stated trying to relax the situation.

We all walked slowly into the living room with me walking behind them, holding the gun at chest level, and the camera in my other hand.

“Where are you handcuffs?” I asked pointing the weapon at James forehead.

“In the other room, next to my uniform,” James said while trying to cover his private area with both hands when he noticed me staring at his limp cock.

I walked backwards into the room, keeping the gun pointed in their direction, and picked up two set of cuffs from a small table near the bed. I walked back into the living room and shoved James down on the sofa and roughly cuffed his hands behind his back, making sure that I had over tighten them. He winched in pain, but refused to complain about how tight they were. That made me smile. I liked men who could take a good dose of pain.

I flipped James over on the couch, and then ordered his wife to suck his cock until it was hard. I had fantasized, wrote about, and dreamed about being the one tasting his sweet juice on my lips. I wanted to touch myself as I watched Susan lowered her head into her husbands lap and take his soft cock into her mouth.

“Take him deeper into your throat,” I ordered.

Susan looked up at her husbands face with scared eyes, but quickly took him full into her mouth, causing her husband to moan out loud. I watched through the view finder on the camera as her head went up and down on his now semi-hard cock. I zoomed in on the pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock when Susan pulled her mouth off his cock.

Heat was boiling up from deep inside my own cunt, and I could feel my underwear slowly getting wet.

“Play with your pussy,” I ordered Susan as she continued lapping at his sweet cock. Her hand quickly found her clit and began rubbing it around in little circles, making her moan as she swallowed the officers now fully erect cock. I zoomed the camera in again as I watched Susan spread her legs wider and insert her middle finger. James began breathing hard as his wife worked up and down his now fully hard cock.

My own slit was on fire and needed attention.

I sat the camera in the middle of the room on a chair, making sure the entire scene was still being filmed, and walked over to the sofa. I took the second set of cuffs and placed them tightly on his wife. Then I held onto the gun with one hand and with my other I removed all my lower clothing. I stood over him at gunpoint and ordered him to lick my pussy.

I could feel the heat of his breath close to my cunt and then warmth of his tongue snaked across my clit slowly, making me almost drop the gun.

I ordered Susan to continue sucking on his cock while he hungrily lapped at my sweet pussy juice. After a few minutes, I could tell officer James was ready to empty his load when he began aggressively sucking hard on my clit. Not wanting to waste the load in his wife’s mouth, I quickly pulled my cunt away and ordered his wife to stop.

I pointed the weapon at them as I slowly stepped over James and straddled his body. I position myself over his cock and slowly let it slide into my wet, aching pussy. James moaned out loud as my cunt wrapped around his cock snuggly. While I waited for my pussy to adjusted to his huge, thick cock, I ordered Susan to sit on the officers face. Without hesitation he began greedily lapping as his wife’s pussy.

He began thrusting his cock upward as I calmly sat on his cock watching him suck on his wife’s clit. Susan closed her eyes and spread her legs wider for officer James. I could see by the look in her eyes that she knew it was useless trying to resist having an orgasm. I watched as James pushed his face harder against his wife’s cunt. He nibbled, licked, and sucked on her harden clit. When she gave way and began to cum, James began thrusting his cock harder and deeper into my wet cunt. I could see him inhaling the aroma of the fresh pussy juice dripping down from his wife’s cunt.

Seeing this, I began matching his thrust as his hard cock went in and out of my throbbing cunt. James lapped at his wife’s cum that was dripping down from deep inside. I could feel the big head of his cock swell as it forced its way deeper into my tight cunt. James began increasing the pace of his strokes, bucking his hips upward fast and hard. He slammed his thick meat deep into my pussy walls and let loose a massive load of built up cum.

When he finished releasing his load, I pulled off him and ordered Susan to lick our mixed juices from his cock. I walk over and pick up the camera and begin zooming in on her cleaning his cock. As his cock begins to harden again, I see her squirming around, aching to be fucked.

Keeping my gun pointed at James, I order him to sit up while I move the cuffs to the front. He let’s out a sigh of relief when remove the tight cuffs from his red swollen wrist. I then removed Susan’s cuffs and placed them in front. I still wanted control, but I also wanted a good show.

“Remember now, don’t do anything crazy, or I might have to use this,” I said pointing the gun back and forth between him and Susan. “Now, I want a some good porn to watch for later, so you better do a good job and fuck her until I cum.”

I sat the camera on a side table and positioned so it could get a close up of the two fucking, while I sat on the sofa, holding the gun in one hand and playing with my pussy with my other hand. “I want to see some really nice deep doggy style, with lot’s of moaning. I want some really nice sound for later.”

Handcuffed in the front he slowly slid up behind her, grasped his cock and slid the tip up and down her opening until it gave way. I could just image how her pussy must have felt like a heated silk glove. He slid it all the way to the hilt and held it there as she moaned out loud. He withdrew it and slammed it hard back into her tight, wet cunt. She yelped out as he deliberately thrust forth hard with each stroke.

She began gasping and groaning with each thrust as her pussy gripped his thick cock. As I limply held the gun in their direction, I spread my legs wider and began massaged my clit. As he fucked her harder, I began shoving two fingers deep inside my cunt, digging out the sweet juice and rubbing it against my swollen clit. I needed more to achieve the orgasm that I wanted.

“I want you to fuck her in the ass,” I say waving the gun in their direction.

Susan begins to protest, but shuts up when James begins rubbing the head of his cock over her tight ass. I pick up the camera and zoom in at her facial expressions. I see the fear in her face, as he begins applying pressure to her tight virgin opening. I hear him whispering to her to relax as he uses her cum to lubricate her anal opening, and then he begins slowly sliding his thick shaft deep into her cavity. I can see by the look in his eyes that he has always wanted anal, but she had obviously refused in the past. Now, she was left with no choice. Either do as she was told or risk being shot.

I keep the camera focused on Susan’s face as she lets out a wild scream when her opening slowly gives way, and James is deep inside. My other hand releases the gun, and instead finds my warm, moist opening. As I watch through the camera, Susan let’s out screams of pain and pleasure as James slowly works his thick shaft in and out of her tight opening. He begins rocking her ass hard as she tries to steady her handcuffed body.

I cum hard as I try to steadily film Susan laying almost flat on her face. She cries out like a wild animal and begins thrashing back against his massive cock. James looks at me and sees that I’ve dropped the gun, but he doesn’t stop. Instead a big smile comes across his face and he begins grunting like an animal, thrusting hard into his wife’s ass. I can see her massaging her clit as James slams harder into her ass. She closes her eyes and cries out as she begins squirting cum from her drenched pussy. James roars out loud and gives one last hard thrust as he shoots his sweet load deep into his wife’s ass.

By the time they turn around, the only thing left behind is a set of handcuff keys. I am already gone out the side door with the camera in hand. It will be a wonderful trophy for later…. Hehe.

How to Give a Blowjob

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 00:53:00 +0000

Whether you use the technical term fellatio or call it a blow job, going down on a man, or giving him head, performing fellatio is an act that requires a lot of trust and a little bit of knowledge. Social messages about fellatio suggest that guys love it so much they don’t care about technique. In reality there is a lot of variation in fellatio skills, and knowing how to read your partner, what to do to him, and when to do it can make all the difference. If you've got the basics down you can read more about advanced fellatio technique.

Time Required: Fellatio can be fast and dirty or slow and seductive, no set time required.

Here's How:

Start him off nice and clean.
Social stigma seems to focus on the taste of women’s genitals more than men’s. In fact men can smell and taste just as strong as women. If you're new to fellatio, you might be worried about taste and smell. If so, suggest a sexy bath or shower together and start with a clean slate. You can also add a bit of flavored personal lubricant to his penis or put on a flavored condom, which is great for safer oral sex.

Physical comfort is key.
You can’t have fun and perform well if you’re not physically comfortable, and fellatio can put a strain on your neck and jaw. Kneeling before him on a pillow, while he’s standing or sitting, gives you good range of motion and plenty of access. If you’ve had bad experiences with fellatio where you felt lack of control, have him on his back and crouch in between his legs. Giving head can put you in a major power position, if you like that feeling then go for it.

Tease him with touch.
Using your hands first, gently caress his inner thighs, penis, testicles, and perineum, paying attention to his reactions (verbal and facial) as you touch certain spots. The most sensitive spot on a guy’s penis is the head (known as the glans), especially the frenulum, an indentation between the glans and the shaft on the underside of the penis. You might want to brush up on your knowledge of male sexual anatomy , to know what you’re working with.

Give him a lick.
Follow up with your tongue, exploring the same terrain using slow wide strokes with your tongue. Don’t be afraid to use lots of saliva, as this natural lube feels great and helps create friction and suction. There are many STDs that can be passed during fellatio, using flavored condoms is a great way to practice safer sex and deal with any taste you may not like. It is also a perfect way to get guys who say they have difficulty with condoms, to gladly put one on.

Take him in your mouth.
When he’s semi-erect, slowly guide your lips over the tip of his penis, making sure your lips cover your teeth as you slide gently down his shaft as far as you’re comfortable. Keep your mouth taut, as the pressure from your lips will feel great as they glide down the penis. Putting him in your mouth before he is fully erect is a good way of getting comfortable with the size of his penis, particularly if he is in the larger range.

Watch the gag reflex.
If you’re not adept at deep throat (taking the whole penis in your mouth), don’t try it or you’ll trigger the gag reflex. It’s not necessary and a similar effect can be achieved with the hand and mouth technique described below. With practice, you can learn to relax your gag reflex and take in more of the penis.

Use your mouth and tongue.
As your head travels up the underside of the penis, flatten your tongue so it gives his frenulum a nice wide, wet stroke. Don’t be afraid to try different types of licks or kisses—the lips feel good when popped over the ridge of the penis—but perform each stroke repeatedly before changing to give consistent pleasure.

Have fun with the foreskin.
If your partner is uncircumcised, insert your tongue into the foreskin and circle around the head with it. You can also use your fingers to gently massage the head through the foreskin, alternating with deep tongue licks.

Using your mouth and hand, tip #1.
A great blow job incorporates both hands and mouth. Place one hand around the shaft of his penis while you move up and down on the top half of his penis. Try coordinating your movements so your hand and mouth are going up and down in unison. If you're partner is thrusting, your hand will prevent his penis from being pushed too far into your mouth.

Using your mouth and hand, tip #2.
If he likes this combination, bring your hand all the way up the shaft (following your mouth), remove your mouth briefly, use your palm to slide and twist over the head (as if you were juicing an orange), and then glide your hand back down followed by your mouth again. Repeat.

Let him come.
When he’s ready to orgasm, keep your movements consistent and firm—don’t slack off. Once he starts ejaculating, see him through with a few strokes and then stop, as most men don’t want continued stimulation once they’ve ejaculated and had an orgasm.

To swallow or not to swallow?
This decision is entirely up to you. There's nothing wrong with you if you don't want to, but it's nice to let your partner know it's nothing personal. If you don't want to swallow, and you aren’t familiar with the signs of imminent ejaculation, let him know you want a warning. Remove your mouth as he's about to ejaculate, and continue hand stroking through his orgasm.

Tips:
Don’t forget the rest of his body. The scrotum and testicles (balls) are particularly sensitive, and most men like them to be stimulated. Try lightly licking or touching his testicles during oral sex. He might also like them to be cradled gently in one of your hands. Some men go wild when you place your hand around the top of the scrotum and gently tug down.

You can also apply pressure to his perineum (the spot between his anus and his penis) with one or two fingers, as this also can feel good.

He might like wearing a butt plug during fellatio for added prostate stimulation. Or you can apply pressure to his anus with one of your fingers.

Think of You

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 00:33:00 +0000

You're lying on my bed, naked against my soon to be sullied crisp white sheets. I’m naked too, on top of you and nibbling on your earlobe. I kiss your lips, your neck, nip your nipples, plant soft lipped smooches all down your abdomen, tongue your belly button, part your legs a little, crouch between them, gently bite your inner thighs, and settle comfortably where I want to be.

I dip my tongue in under your foreskin – just a little tease before I get you to come out to play. With a broad flat tongue I lick the underside of your cock from base to tip. With the back of my tongue I lick your front side. Alternating between the front and back of my tongue, I lick the sides of your cock. I do this again – under, front, side, side – until you've been licked all over like a melting tangle twister, and your head has popped out to see what all the licking’s about.

I tongue your balls with slow broad laps, then carefully suck one of them into my mouth and hold it there. At the same time I grasp the shaft of your dick and work it slowly up and down. I let your ball ease out of my mouth again, and using the tensed tip of my tongue I flick back over your perenium, before travelling up between your balls, tracing a line to the tip of a perfectly erect dick. I circle the head with my tongue. I get a bit juicy, letting my saliva trickle down the shaft. I circle my tongue round and round. I am holding your cock at the base, nice and firm, and circling my tongue, round and around the tip.

I find the sinewy vein on the underside of the head and change from my circling to flick it, butterfly-like, over and over, before easing back into circles. I look up at you. You're watching me – that desperate pleasure face. I love it. It’s so funny, yet so hot. I’m sure you can see me laughing at you with my eyes.

I allow my tongue circles to go deeper, until I have snaked half-way down the shaft and taken your whole head in my mouth. I pull my lips tight over my teeth to make a ridge, and bring my mouth up and down your beauitful cock, working the base with my right hand at the same time. I get into a rhythm. Sometimes I flick or circle the head with my tongue when I get to the top. I can feel your excitement building. But I don’t want that yet.

I slow down. I clasp my fingers, like a cockring, around the base of your dick. I hold just the tip in my mouth and I suck it hard. I know this is intense, so I make sure not to do it for too long, and I vary the strength and rhythm of my sucking. When I figure enough’s enough, I start to flick the head with my tongue again, before lowering my mouth down on your cock like before. I build up a rhythm, but this time, when my mouth gets to the tip I come right off, circle the head of your cock with my palm, before lowering my mouth onto you again. You're starting to make those funny noises, so I slow down a little and revert to my previous mouth and hand technique. I'm not finished with you yet.

With my free hand I pinch the skin between your balls, pull it downwards slightly and massage it gently with my fingers. It’s awful hard to massage in little circles with one hand while you’re wanking up and down with the other. Real pat your head, rub your tummy stuff. But I manage.

You're getting good and grunty again. I look up at you, your mouth is open, and you're in some excruciating reverie. I decide to let you have your release. I speed up on your shaft and tip, while with my massaging hand I stop pinching in order to circle one spit slippery finger around your anus. Your tummy is heaving in short sharp contractions, you're tensed into a half sit-up, I push the tip of my finger into your ass, and you cum, growling loudly. My mouth fills with cum (some of which I swallow, and some of which I spit, as I’ve never been very decisive), while your anus contracts rhythmically around my finger tip. Your noises and contractions reverberate into stillness. It was so fucking hot, I nearly came myself.

Unfortunately, I have killed you. Damn.

The Dark Room

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 15:32:00 +0000

I met my girlfriend Tonya for dinner one evening last week and, over dinner, she told me about this place visited called “The Dark Room”. It’s a quaint place with a cozy, intimate restaurant out front, but the back door takes you to a house of fantasies. There is, of course, a small fee but you get to live out your most intimate fantasies there, and they remain forever yours.

Tonya shared with me the hot and steamy details of her visit and I found myself so turned on that I began to think about my unfulfilled fantasy. Each night since, I have masturbated with my eyes closed, envisioning my erotic jungle experience. Today, unable to think about much else, I called her to ask for the number. I spoke with the Mistress there and arranged to meet her and embark upon my erotic journey into the jungle.

We met that afternoon, discussed the details, and set the date for the next Wednesday afternoon. I keep reliving every detail out of the adventure in my mind, and I didn’t think I would be able to wait the five days until I would finally get there.

Time seems to have dragged so slowly this past week. I’ve gotten my hair done, had my hands and feet perfectly manicured and pedicured, and I even spent time in the sun beds to tan my body. I’ve worked out harder than usual and feel sure that I’ll look like the sexiest blonde alive. My silky platinum blonde hair hangs loosely down my back. It has the untamed look of the minx, that I will finally get to be. My muscles are firm, and even I get wet and horny when I stand naked before a mirror.

I especially love my tits. A 34-D, firm, and round. Sometimes, when I am alone, I start out massaging oil into them. I love licking myself into a frenzy before my fingers scratch my belly, my thighs and drift slowly towards my pussy. Tonight, I’ll do just that once again, just to hold myself over until tomorrow.

The day finally arrived. My stomach is tight with anticipation and my hands are hot and clammy. The door to my “Dark Room” has just been closed. I hear the sounds of birds chirping in the background, the sound of wind blowing through trees, and the gentle flow of an indoor waterfall in the middle of a huge pool.

I’m ordered to remove all of my clothes at the door. “You won’t be needing any of those here”, a huge muscled man at the door tells me. I giggle at the idea and without much hesitation, I strip all my clothing off and hand them over.

I am naked and the cool breeze feels wonderful on my honey-tanned skin. Slowly, I walk barefoot through the bush to the water’s edge. The water appears to be safe, so I venture to the waterfall and immerse myself in the cool water. My nipples stand hard as the water beats relentlessly upon them. It feels so wonderful to be naked out in the open like this. I walk from the waterfall and gently slide into the pool below. The water is cool and refreshing, so I splash around and play a little. It’s not as if a city girl can splash around naked in the outdoors every day.

After my swim, I strolled to the sand and lay naked in the sun. As the sun’s rays warmed my body, I felt the strongest sensation of being watched, which excites me. I looked around but could see no one except the baboon hidden amongst the brush, eyeing me curiously. Knowing what was to happen to me today, I lay out on my back, tits firm in the air and spread my legs. I began toying with my clitoris make it throb and stand out every so slightly. I continue as I notice the baboon’s eyes growing wider as I bring myself to orgasm.

As the squeals of pleasure escaped my lips, I opened my eyes and was startled to see him standing there. He stood tall, about six feet. His sandy colored hair was wild and wavy and hung to his shoulders. His body tanned, strong and absolutely beautiful. He stood above me with a smile that emulated from his deep blue eyes and I felt safe, not threatened. I scanned every inch of his body, as it towered naked before me. He was beautiful, and when my eyes met his pelvic area, I’m sure the hot flush that coursed through my veins colored my skin a burning red. He was fully erect. I knew that the pleasure he was going to bring me today would be mixed with pain, but I was ready.

Although I knew that this man was a complete stranger, I had fantasized about this so long and he resembled exactly what I had asked for so I felt as if I had finally met the man I had been fantasizing about for years.

He kneeled toward me, knowing that I wanted only him, and kissed me hard on the mouth. I kissed him back, passionately and he lay upon me. We kissed for what seemed an eternity, our hands ravaging one another. Although his hands were strong, they were also gentle. His hot lips brushed my cheeks and slid steamily down my throat, across my shoulders and to my bare breasts. He began to toy with my nipples as I laid back with my eyes closed, enjoying every second. As his tongue danced around my nipples, I could feel myself becoming wetter and wetter. Soon I was aching with anticipation. His mouth left my nipples and he ventured downwards. His tongue licked across my thighs, and as I squirmed in delight, he parted my pussy lips and jabbed he tongue deep within me. The ritualistic dance continued and I began to moan with sheer pleasure.

He reached to his side, where he had an open coconut. He lifted it up and began pouring the milk onto me. The sticky sweet milk tingled as it made its way down my lips and he licked it off with a thick pulsating tongue that sent me into a screaming frenzy as my climax came. My body trembled frantically and, as the tremors subsided, I squealed and shook. He came over me now and poured the coconut milk onto my breasts.

Tantalizingly, he worked me until my nipples stood erect. Then he began to nibble and bite me there. He moved upward and his rapid breath in my ear sent another wave of goose bumps over my body. I was ready for more, and so was he.

With a sweeping thrust, he entered me. Swollen and ready, he felt like a rocket ship inside me. His hips rocked steadily and he entered me again and again. With each stroke, I felt nearer to orgasm. He kissed me and stroked me, never losing his rhythm. This man must have been a dancer, the way he could work me over, his relentless, steady grind making me cum all over him. When I felt his body tensing as his orgasm neared, I squeezed him hard with my pussy, using every muscle to milk his sweet juices from his aching muscle. He screamed aloud with pleasure, sweat dripping from his body as his body trembled, succumbing to the sweet ecstasy of his long awaited orgasm. With each spasm, he thrust deeper within me and we exploded together, our bodies entwined in this mesmerizing moment.

He held me for what seemed an eternity, and then we strolled together to the water. We splashed and played together as though we had been one forever. Taking the time to wash one another and showering off underneath the waterfall.

It was wonderful, and when we were clean, I lay on the large rock near the waterfall. He took oil and began to massage my body. His hands stroking the oil down my back, my thighs, my arms, and my ass. I rolled over, inviting him to rub my front. He started with my hands and feet, worked up my arms and legs and then to my tits, stomach and between my legs. One more tongue bath could never hurt. This time, he did something different. As he worked my clit with his tongue, his fingers entered me. He found the spot that would make me cum in a flash. I couldn’t believe it. Only one other man could do this to me. As his fingers explored deeper and around every bump inside my cunt an orgasm overtook my body like a bolt of lightning. My juices spilled out like a river. My head was spinning in the ecstasy of it all. When my orgasm was over, he continued to rub my body. I fell swiftly off to sleep with the setting sun. My fantasy was no more. It was reality.

My Hero

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Fri, 01 May 2009 12:48:00 +0000

I stood on the edge of the bridge at 2 am in the morning, ready to jump. Death was sitting on my shoulder, whispering in my ear to end my years of suffering. I was tired of being lonely and alone. I had several different boyfriends, acquaintances, one night stands, but I was never with anyone more than a few weeks at a time. At age 34, I told myself it was just because I hadn’t found Mr. Right yet. The truth was that I was told my problem with not staying with someone for very long, was because I had a borderline personality disorder, which made me impulsive, aggressive, and I often engaged risky sex. I often drank and used drugs, which made my moods very unstable. The men in my life however enjoyed the fact that I was a freak when it came to sex. I think that was the only reason some of them stayed around as long as they did. I liked taking full control of my ride, and ride them anywhere, anytime, until they could cum no more.

I had several drinks earlier in the night, drinking a little over a half of a fifth. I was still clinging onto the bottle, slowly taking sip after sip as I stood swaying back and forth near the edge of the bridge. I hadn’t jump yet, because the thought was in my head that maybe it wasn’t high enough and if I jump I would only severely injury myself, and not die, leaving myself a cripple for the rest of my lonely miserable life. All my thoughts were jumbled and my head felt light as I turned toward the edge and peered over into the darkness below. I stood there for a few minutes, breathing in the fresh air, and trying to clear my head of the images I kept seeing in my mind. Tears began to freely flow down my cheeks, dropping into the darkness below.

I leaned my head back and took a long gulp from the bottle of Tequila. As I did, I could feel myself leaning out farther over the edge, until I began to feel myself letting go. I didn’t stop myself, instead I cried out, “Goodbye cruel world. You will hurt me no more. I‘m tired of trying to find my dream man.”

From out of no where I felt a hand grabbing me by the shoulder and by one arm. Frightened, my first reaction was to pull away from whatever had grabbed me, but I allowed myself to be firmly held until my rescuer had pulled me into his arms. My bottle of Tequila fell from my hand and dropped into the cold dark water below with a loud splash. I turned around, gasping for air, as I looked up into the eyes of the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. I was so light headed that I felt like I was going to faint, but he again caught me in his arms as I began to sway. I stood there leaning into the arms of the man who had just saved my life. I could feel his strong muscular build in his arms and chest as he held me tightly. I looked up into his deep blue-green eyes, seeing his inner deep passion, I couldn’t help but tremble.

He broke his gaze into my eyes and stood back after releasing my arm, and smiled at me. I was speechless for the first time in my life. I didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t question him about how he knew I was out there, if he knew what I was about to do, or why he was there. We stood there, staring into each others eyes, as if we were the only two people left in the world. I was speechless, and just stood there smiling back at him. He was the man of my dreams, the man I had fantasized about each night before falling asleep. The man I had masturbated to when I closed my eyes.

“Are you alright now?” he asked with a deep caring voice.

I was still in shock from having him pull me back from the edge of death. It was all like a dream, nothing seemed real. He squeezed my hand gently, waiting for me to answer. I could feel the warmth of his hand as he held my hand firmly. It was sending chills of pleasure throughout my body. I wanted to take him right there; strip him naked, and fuck him until I could fuck no more.

Finally, I managed to get out the words, “Yes, I’m fine now. Thank you so much for helping me.” I tried to compose myself in the best way I could by straightened up my hair and dusting off my old ragged jeans that I had owned since high school. We both smiled at each other, and I felt my heart skip a beat as if I were a teenager in love for the first time.

I finally managed to get out the words, “My name is Tayla.” I could feel butterflies flipping around inside my stomach as he took me by the hand and gently brought my hand to his lips and kissed the top of my hand softly. I could tell that he was looking at me waiting for a response. I blushed as chills ran throughout my entire body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

“My name is Joe,” he said while still holding my hand, and staring deep into my blue-green eyes. Nervously, I held his hand tightly, and looked deep into his eyes.

“Joe do you believe in fate?”

“Yes, Tayla I do.”

“Then you know I want you to come to my place right now.”

So many thoughts were running through my mind as we walked to my place. I was so happy to have finally found the man of my dreams. He was 6’3”, around 220lbs, with a well toned body, that was strong yet tender looking at the same time. His eyes were the same bright blue-green shade as mine, and seemed to glow in the night. I found myself staring at him, wondering why fate had chosen this night to show itself.

So many different thoughts were running through my mind as we walked into my little apartment. I led him into the front room where we sat down on the sofa and continued for a moment to stare into each others eyes. My heart was pounding fiercely in my chest, part in fear and part in excitement.

“Joe I have to tell you something,” I said as a tear began to drop from my right eye. Joe reached out for my hand and held it firmly, trying to comfort me. I hesitated at first, thinking what I was about to tell him would drive him away, because he would think I was crazy or something.

Finally, I managed to get out the words, “Tonight, I was going to take my life.”

“I know,” Joe said speaking softly with his head held down. “I was on the other side of the bridge, ready to take my own life, when I overheard you crying. I was feeling the same pain as you, and felt compelled to go there and end my suffering. When I saw you, I couldn’t believe you were the woman that I had seen in my dreams many times before. That’s why I came with you back to your place. I had to find out if you were real or just another dream.”

He laid his hand softly against my cheek and stroked it gently, speaking tenderly he said he was so happy he had finally found me. My body ached for him to touch me in the way I always dreamed he would. We both reached for each other and held our bodies tight to each others chest. I felt in my heart and soul that Joe was the man I needed in my life and arms. He was the one was would rescue me from my life of hell.

As my eyes closed slowly he whispered softly in my ear, “I will be with you forever my love.”

He kissed my cheek as my eyes closed all the way, and soon I was fast into a deep sleep. When I awoke, I saw Joe had turned out all the lights and placed candles all around the room. He had stripped off his shirt, and was standing above me staring at me. I felt his hand cup one of breast and begin teasing my nipple until it was hard. I began to whimper as he took my other nipple in his mouth and sucked on it as he continued firmly massaging my other one. My body was on fire from the inside out. I closed my eyes again as Joe leaned down on my body and began kissing me deeply, moving his tongue around in my eager awaiting mouth. I moaned as he kissed my throat, and worked his way down from thee to the valley between my breast. He was tasting my body as he went, lavishing me with his tongue bath. He took both my breast in hands and pushed them together so he could lick both nipples at the same time.

I could feel his cock pressing against his tight jeans as continued to work one of his hands down the front of my jeans between my legs. He searched for my love spot and entered my moist nest first with his fingertips, rotating his fingers from my opening to my clit, making small circular movements over the area just below my clit. I was on the verge of begging him to fuck me.

He unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my panties off. Joe spread my legs far apart, and had one leg over the edge of the couch, making room for him to access my wet cunt easily. He could smell my fragrance as he kissed me up and down my legs while he worked my clit into a frenzy. Stroking it at a fast pace, only stopping to slide a finger or two deep inside.

I began making loud moaning sounds deep in my throat as he slid his finger in and out of my sweet pussy, making me wetter than I already was. It was just like in my dreams. My back arched as I felt his tongue flicking back and forth across my clit. He began sucking on my clit with intense pressure, which sent me over the edge and I had to grab the back of his head. He darted his tongue in and out my hole as he continued rubbing my clit, draining all my juices.

I felt him stand and slip his pants off, freeing his large cock that was glistening with pre-cum at the tip. I wanted to feel him in my hands and reached out to take him into my waiting eager mouth. I took his cock in my mouth, and stroked him gently up and down while looking into his eyes. I could feel him quickly building to a climax.

“I want to feel you deep inside Joe,” I begged him as I pulled him close. I could feel the large tip of his cock touching my steaming hot pussy lips. I raised myself higher, wanting him inside of me. Joe gently spread my legs wider and began slipping the head of his cock inside my moist and ready pussy. He pumped just a little in and out, teasing me. I raised my hips again, wanting more of him, but he only slowly gave her another inch, and teased me again.

Finally, I could tell he could no longer take it, and pushed all of himself deep inside in tight cunt. I cried out with pleasure as his cock hit the bottom and held there firmly, letting my cunt get use to the size of his cock. Slowly he began moving in and out as I began moving my body to the motion of his thrusts, moaning out loud each time he plunged back in. I tossed my head back and forth, not being able to stop the feelings of love and passion that burned within my body. He continued to pump his rod in and out of my pussy, making me cum again and again.

Each time I came my muscles inside would tighten around his cock, making him moan as loud as I was. I could feel his cock throbbing inside my pussy walls as he seemed to grown bigger inside me. He grabbed me by my hips as I grabbed hold of his shoulders and upper back with my fingernails. I dug in a little as he pounded harder and deeper into my aching cunt. The more I dug in, the harder he pumped my pussy, until I felt him arch his back and his juice came flowing out.

I awoke with the bottle still in my hands, sitting near the bridge. It had all only been a dream from a passed out drunk mind. I stood cursing God and anyone else within shouting distance, causing myself to accidentally fall back towards the waters edge. As I felt myself going over the edge, a strong muscular arm reach out for mine, and quickly pulled me back into his arms. I collapsed on the ground with my heart beating so hard inside my chest that it felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, I began throwing up all the alcohol that I had been drinking that night along with a tuna fish sandwich.

I felt gentle hands reaching down and pulling my long blonde hair to the side as I continued violently vomiting. When I finally finished, I heard a kind gentle voice ask if I was okay. I finally looked up and saw a someone standing there with his hand out, offering me a hand up. I focused on the face smiling at me and held out my hand. He quickly pulled me up until I was standing right against his body. I looked up into the blue-green eyes of a guy who was 6’3” as he whispered, “Hi, my name is Joe.”

Early Morning Wakeup

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Fri, 01 May 2009 04:48:00 +0000

It’s 6:30 as I glance at my watch when I finish parking on your street, and I wonder if you’d been up late all night long as usual. I climb the stairs and struggle somewhat with your door key, trying to avoid too much noise that might startle your dog.

Once inside, I remove my shoes and grab an glass of water on the way to your bedroom. The sun’s just begun to rise in the eastern window, which provides a pleasant glow within the room. I pause to watch you as you sleep. You’re laying in somewhat of a fetus position on your right side, your legs are pulled up, arms folded in front of you.

Not knowing whether or not I would stop this morning, you went to bed nude anyway. The light sheet was pulled up to just-above your breasts, with your left arm outside their protective covering. You are in a deep, peaceful slumber, hardly breathing, a smile on your face. I approach you from behind and lean over to kiss you on your left ear-lobe, just lightly, then kiss my way down your neck, pulling away your hair as I go. You’re somewhat startled at first, but in your subconscious mind you’re only having a dream.

You roll onto your back, pulling the sheet tightly across your bountiful bosoms. I move my head down to your left nipple and gently bite it through the sheet. I can feel it growing harder as I nibble at it, ever so gently, not wanting to wake you, yet. I reach over to your right tit and cup it from underneath in my left hand, gently squeezing it within my palm, pinching the growing nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I can feel your heartbeat increase as I alternate between squeezing your breast and pinching and biting your nipples.

Glancing up, I see the smile on your face growing, I feel your breath increasing against my face. You’re still deeply asleep, having a pleasant dream…. Kneeling on the floor beside your bed, I remove my left hand from your tit and slide it under the sheet to your left thigh. You’re hot to the touch, which tells me my hand must feel very cold as I gently caress the soft soft skin of your upper leg…up and down, avoiding your pussy, still biting gently and pulling on your nipple through the sheet. Your left hand moves to the back of my head and pushes it against your breast, your right hand moves under the sheet toward your warm mound.

Your legs part as your right hand begins to rub around the outside of your cunt-lips. Your left hand releases my head and joins your other hand, one above and one below the sheet. I look again and see the smile growing even more. Releasing your nipple, I move down the side of the bed and pull myself under the sheet. As I approach your pussy, I can smell your musky aroma…and I watch as your right hand rubs your pussy lips between your middle and ring fingers, up and down. I get the impression that this is what you were doing shortly before you fell asleep a few hours before!

Moving over your left leg, I fight against the sheet being pushed by your left hand, and work my way up, kissing your soft skin from just inside your left knee upward toward your pleasure box, occasionally biting your softness between my teeth. At the same time, I lightly brush the inside of your right leg with my fingertips, opposite to where my lips are kissing. Your legs open more for me, allowing me to pull my body, still under the sheet, in between them. Your left hand moves to your nipples, your right hand finds my head and pulls it, forcing my nose against your clit. I manage to reach around with my hands on either side and pull your lips apart, exposing your hole to my tongue. I wiggle my moustache against your growing clittie, causing an immediate thrust from your hips toward me.

I insert my tongue into your hole, licking up and down the inside of your lips, then pucker my own lips to allow me to suck from your hole. I suck a little, lick a little, suck some more and lick some more, avoiding your clit except for when you buck your hips upward against my nose. I wish I could breathe through my ears! Your breathing has become almost frantic, you moan, your words are incoherent, you really enjoy this! You’re so wet now, both from your own secretions as well as those from my licking.

You pull your legs upward to help thrust against my mouth, so I reach my right hand around and under your left leg and insert first one, then two fingers into your hole, freeing up my tongue to flick back and forth across your erect little clit. Moving my fingers into your hole and back out, curling them inside you, pulling against the lower part of your cunt before removing them. My fingers are soaked, like everything else, so I slide them down to the bottom of your pussy and find your puckered ass opening and rub the wetness against it.

Still nibbling at your clit with my teeth, I pull gently at it and flick it, inside my mouth, with my tongue. I suck it, I bit it, I flick it, I fight against your thrusting hips, I insert the tip of my middle finger into your back door and move it around until it loosens up enough to add my ring finger. In and out, my pinkie finger tracing your crack, in and out, my index finger tracing along the insides of your pussy lips, in and out, flicking and biting your clit. I shift, replacing my left hand with my right (my fingers are getting TIRED!), and reach the floor with my right hand to find the glass that I’d brought into the room.

I stop working on your clit for a fraction of a second, and when I return, I have an ice cube between my teeth and touch it against your engorged clit, causing you to have a series of convulsions. I continue working my left-hand fingers in and out of your ass as I try to keep that ice on your clit, but your raging hip movements make it difficult. All at once you stop and your hips become limp…I remove my fingers and mouth, and look up to see your heaving breasts as you try to regain your breath.

Pulling out from under the sheet, I see that you’re now wide awake, your eyes are glazed over, but you’re defintately awake, and the smile on your face tells me that you enjoyed being awakened this morning…. I move up, kiss you firmly on the lips, then go into the bathroom to wash your delicious wetness from my hairy face…I gotta go to work! Perhaps I’ll stop by again tomorrow morning.

Playing a Naughty Game

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Sun, 26 Apr 2009 04:46:00 +0000

We were walking to the car, and he suddenly pulled out a knife that he has been carrying lately in his coat. It’s a switchblade, and the snap of the blade surprised the HECK out of me…. Startled me, and gave me a nice dose of adrenalin to boot. Then he said to me (in a VERY commanding voice), “Do you see this?”

He came close to me and grabbed my arm, just below my shoulder. His grip commanded me more than his tone. “Yes” I said, wondering what he was up to, but breathing quicker from the shock and the adrenalin.

“Keep walking!” he said. He then clicked the blade back into the handle of the knife, but pressed it up against my side, hard, yet not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind me he was taking control of me. We walked a few feet, toward my car, and he leaned over to my ear, and in a strong, raspy, low voice, whispered to me, “Don’t scream, don’t say a word, or I’ll kill you. Do you understand?” I nodded yes quickly, my mind racing with apprehension and excitement.

My breathing continued to race, as well, as I became lost in his words and his actions, forgetting that this was the very same man who I have come to trust with my life, my history, my soul, my love… At that moment, he became a stranger with such intensity as to light me up, both with fear and with trembling sexual tension. What would he do with me?

“What do you want with me?” I whispered. He yanked my arm forward in reply, hurrying my step and displaying his impatience with my actions.

“I told you not to talk!” He bit, pressing the butt of the knife against my throat, threatening to click open the blade against my vulnerable flesh. He then opened the passenger-side door of my car, throwing me onto the seat, sneering at me. He drove me back to my place in silence.

Once inside my apartment, me shaking with trepidation, he said to me, “I’ve only got 8 hours ’till I’m outta here. You cooperate with me, and I won’t have to hurt you. You understand?” I nodded.

I guess he could sense my fear, his voice seemed so powerful and pleased with himself. He grabbed my arm again, pushing me toward my bedroom, which was easily visible given the small size of my living quarters. My mind began to fly wildly with images of what he had in mind. I knew what he wanted, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. No, no, no, I kept saying, he’s not really going to do anything, he just wants a place to stay.

The entire time he had kept me close enough to him as to not let me see his face. Of course my fear helped him; I was petrified that if I made one false move, he would take it as an excuse to slice my throat open. He shoved me face down on my bed, ripping my coat off my arms as he flung me forward.

“Eight hours, and I’ll be outta here. You won’t even hear me leave. And if you are good and cooperative, you’ll get outta here alive!” Then he moved in close behind me, pressing me to the bed with his weight. “Do you have neighbors nearby?” In fear and inability to think, I froze. He shook me quickly, hard, “I said, DO YOU HAVE NEIGHBORS NEARBY?!! Don’t MESS with me, little girl, or I’ll do you like I did the shop clerk. Told HIM I wouldn’t hurt him, too. You never know, by looking at people.” He laughed. “Get my drift?” I nodded.

What was that supposed to mean?!! He had told ME he wouldn’t hurt me. He had killed a shop clerk? What was I in for? Did I have any choice? “Is there anyone around who might hear you?” He repeated. I nodded again, becoming even more aware that there was nothing I could do now to defend myself, which would not mean sure death for me. “You live here all alone, don’t you?” I could hear he was half mocking me, that I had no one to help me. I nodded again. I heard him laugh.

He started to lift his weight off me, telling me, “Don’t even MOVE, or your DEAD!” What could I do? “TURN your head into the pillow!” I did, quickly. I didn’t want to infuriate him again, he seemed to be calming down a bit, and that meant I was more likely to live. “Such a pretty girl, to be living all alone. So-o-o-o-o pretty.” His voice sounded like a crazed lunatic as he spoke to me. He was slowly stroking my hair, like the way you’d pet animal.

Finally he spoke again. “What’s your name, pretty one?” I didn’t know what to say…should I tell him, or should I give him a fake name? Surely he’d never tell me HIS name, not his REAL one, anyway. He didn’t like my hesitation, and was quick to retaliate. He started gripping my neck as though to choke me, and I said “Tammy” through the tightness of his grasp. Then he got off me, moving toward my closet.

“My name is Tom,” he sneered. Yeah, right. Like I’d believe that… He opened my closet door, looking for who-knows-what, tearing things in the process. My mind continued to be a flood of images of fear and possibilities of what this man could take from me, now that he had me in his control. Anything he wanted, he could just take.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I wanted to distract him. “You want money, you can have it. You want a place to stay, you can…”

“SHADDUP!!” he howled. He was suddenly on top of me again. “You know DAMNED well that I will take ANYTHING I WANT! Besides, I TOLD you, I just need a place to spend the night, and then I’m free! Now, I have to be sure you don’t see me, so I won’t have to kill you. Can’t have you identifying me, now can I?”

He was stroking my long, blonde hair again, over and over, slower and slower. “So-o-o-o-o pretty!” Finally he spoke again, “I’m going to put this over your eyes, so that you can’t see. But I don’t want it to hurt, ok?”

I nodded again, a bit relieved that he had some compassion. Maybe I wouldn’t die after all. He tied a black strip of cloth around my eyes, being careful to move my hair before it pulled. So gentle, his touch. So this was what he was hunting for in my closet…a blindfold. He pulled the knot tight; firm, so that I couldn’t open my eyes, but not painfully tight. “Does that hurt?”

“No,” I said. My voice sounded small to me, like a child’s. But I was calming down. My only fear was that he wanted to take my body, and there’d be nothing I could do. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists, firmly. He was pulling my arms behind my back, but not painfully; only strong enough to impress me, not enough to hurt me. Not unless I struggled against him. I thought he’d tie my hands behind my back, he was looping a strap around my left wrist, but then he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back.

I quickly understood what he was up to, as my left wrist was pulled outward away from me; he had obviously tied it to a rope or something, and intended to tie my arms to my bedposts. I let him tie me. I struggled at first, and he responded by grabbing my neck again as if to choke me. I immediately stopped fighting.

“If you cooperate, I won’t hurt you, Tammy.” He was taunting me with his voice, making obvious implications that I could no longer deny. I lay frozen, as he progressed through each step, tying my other arm, pulling my pants down over my ankles and off, laying his body over my legs and my thighs. Each step, he repeated his appreciation of me, “So-o-o-o-o pretty….So-o-o-o-o pretty.”

As he lay on top of me, he whispered in my ear, “Just cooperate Tammy, I won’t hurt you.” He was using a soothing, softer voice, trying to calm me. Instead, my breathing quickened again. Being so vulnerable, not able to make any choices, being so helpless…he liked it, and was getting turned on by it, but so was I. Yet I fought to not let it show.

“I won’t hurt you…” he repeated, as he traced the form of my legs with his rough hands. “This is what ALL you women want, isn’t it?!!” He lifted his body away from me, leaving me wondering what he’d do next. Then I felt his knees near my shoulders. “I want to feel those pretty lips!” he sneered. Then, taunting me, “Cooperate, and you won’t get hurt.”

I took him in my mouth, noticing that my tongue was moving over him, without me thinking about it. Realizing this, I stopped; this lead him to thrusting his hips into me, sliding the length of him between my lips. He moaned in pleasure, “Mmm, yesss, I LIKE that.” His movements continued several minutes more, before he lifted himself away from me again. “Yesss, eight hours till I have to go.”

He then pulled my sweater up, exposing my breasts. I felt totally and uncontrollably vulnerable. I was wearing a black lace bra, as I usually did, and he moaned in approval. I was terrified of him. At the same time though, I was fighting back waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was very wet, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he’d find out, and my body would betray me.

He then lifted his body off me, only to abruptly force my legs apart at the knees. I felt like I was going to cry. But I never could, very easily, and now was no different. My tears never progressed past whimpers. Suddenly he thrust his fingers into me. I inhaled sharply at the shock, and the pleasure, of feeling him touching me. “Hmmm… Do you LIKE that, Tammy?”

He was playing with my mind, using my name to prevent me from hiding inside my mind, to keep the situation immediate to me. I didn’t answer. He took my silence as a confirmation to him, a sign of pleasure, and began moving his fingers inside me, pleasing me, touching me as only he knows how. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body, and I had to fight not to moan out loud. Realizing I was restraining, he continued caressing me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, pushing my limits of self-control. Finally I lost myself. Moaning and undulating at his touch, I was totally at his command.

“Tell me you are mine!” he said. I hesitated. His touch became more insistent; his weapon of control was pleasure now, not pain. My resistance collapsed under it, and when he repeated, “Tammy, TELL me you are MINE!” I followed his order.

I was lost in the waves, on the brink of what my body so hungrily craved, when he pulled his fingers out of me, making me writhe in unsatisfied agony. He’s teasing me. The pleasure continued to course through my blood, when I finally felt him climbing on top of me, preparing to thrust himself into me. “Do you feel that?” he teased, as he let just his tip caress my hunger. His actions were making my desire increase, to mind-numbing proportions! “Hmm?! Do you feel that?” he insisted, until all I could do in my madness and desire was nod, writhe, and moan.

Finally he thrust himself full into me, fast, then withdrawing slowly, repeated the quick thrust. Within the depths of me, each stroke’s hit caused incredible, powerful, thundering amounts of pleasure, his technique both teasing me with the slow withdrawal, and building me with the quick pressure. He’d started slowly at first, torturing me and building me, but then began repeating his movements faster and faster, until I couldn’t hold back my orgasms, or my groans. As though riding the crest of a wave, he had succeeded in controlling me even down to my climax, continuing the pleasure until finally, I could sense HIS approach, and he pulled out of me.

“I’m going to cum all over that pretty body of yours now, Tammy!” he breathed. He then started pulling the front of my sweater up over the back of my head, fully exposing my chest and belly to him. It wasn’t but a second before he was inside me again, pounding yet another climax out of me, and out of him.

He demanded I lift my head, saying “Do you want to taste me? Lift that pretty head up and open your mouth!” He was very close. As he came, he backed up, spraying hot liquid over my breasts, belly, and waist, but moving too far away for his juices to reach my lips. His voice showed his pleasure just as his body had, and he touched my fluid-covered skin with his fingers. He then told me to open my mouth again, and pressed his cream-covered fingertips over my lips and my tongue.

“I might even come back, when this is all over. I like you!” he said. He moved off the bed, finally, and went to my bathroom to retrieve a towel, and to clean up. With familiar gentleness, he cleaned my body, untied my bonds, and laid next to me. Then he removed my blindfold. Blinking, I had some difficulty re-adjusting my eyes to the light of the room. I looked at my captor, his gentle smile, his glittering eyes, his wavy hair.

“So does this mean you have to kill me now, now that I’ve seen you?” I smiled. He smiled back.

“This means I’m curling up next to you and going to SLEEP for the next 8 hours until I have to go back to work!” my love replied.

“Thanks for playing the game,” I whispered back to my lover.

A Walk In the Park

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 06:28:00 +0000

I was slowly taking my time strolling through the park, just minding my own business. My mind was lost in the thoughts of stressful day. My computer had crashed that morning, my son called to tell me he had lost his job, I had a flat tire on the way to the store, my boyfriend of over 2 years called to tell me he was moving out of state, and he was breaking up with me. I briefly considered jumping off the tallest building I could find, but decided it probably wouldn’t be high enough to actually kill me, and would only leave me in a more fucked up state than I was already in. So, instead I shrugged it all off, and went for a long walk in the park to help clear my mind.

I strolled past a tree lined area, where shrubbery grew tall alongside the path. It was completely dark, with only a hint of moonlight casting long eerie shadows. I heard nothing except for the loud sound of my feet rustling through the leaves, and the steady thumping of my heartbeat. I stop to listen and heard several frogs croaking in the direction of a small stream. In another direction I heard the twittering of a bird landing in it’s nest, and far off in the distance I heard the sounds of traffic steadily on the move. I walk a little farther along the path and stop again. This time I hear someone else’s footsteps not far ahead me, and realize I’m not the only one in the park on a late April night.

I began pondering the possibility that it could be a mugger, or a rapist, stalking me as their prey. But I had been to the park many times in the past and never had a problem, so I just continued on at my leisurely pace feeling safe in my surroundings.

As I rounded the curve in the pathway, just ahead of me I see a tall figure sit down on a bench. I think to myself, whoever it was, they must have been the one who was the source of the footsteps that I had heard. Like me, just some other lonely soul, out on a late night, looking for answers to all those why questions in life.

As I get closer, my eyes begin to focus in and I discovered the other person is a man, with dark hair, nicely dressed, but with a lonely look on his face.

“Hello,” I say politely as I start to pass.

“Well, hello there,” he’s says with a deep voice and wide smile across his face. His tone is warm, welcoming, and trusting.

I hesitate, but then I turn toward him, and instantly become interested in what I see. I look at him and smile as I toss back my long blonde hair over my shoulder. I look into his brown soft eyes, and I see his recent pain and sorrow. I study his deep facial features and determine he’s around my age of early 40’s.

“Nice evening for a walk,” I say starting up the conversation.

“Yes it is,” he says smiling again. He looks me over from head to toe, up and down, making me feel almost self conscious. I feel slightly embarrassed by the silence and the inspection, that I turn to go.

“You want to have some fun?” he ask, and reaches out for my hand. I begin to wonder who this stranger is, and why he was in the park so late at night.

“Fun?” I say. “What kind of fun?”

“You know the type of fun I’m talking about. The type of fun that you are always writing about on your blog,” he says with a naughty look in his eyes.

My heart begins to race and I wonder what the stranger has in mind as he gets up and approaches me.

“I’m the type of person who gets a thrill from doing naughty things in places where someone might just catch you in the act,” he says as he stands his 6’3” body up from the bench. He leans in towards me, standing mere inches from my face. I detect the odor of his cologne, and it instantly sends chills throughout my body as I inhaled the heavenly odor deeply.

As I stare into his face, his lips form the words, “I want to fuck you,” with a erotic soft grin. My eyes widen with a bit of shock, but at the same moment I felt a thrill shoot from my chest to down between my thighs.

As if suspecting I might be hesitant, he gently reached over, took my hand and placed it under his tee-shirt, allowing me to feel the rippling muscles in his chest. He then placed my other hand on his huge bulge in the front of his pants. His gorgeous body was irresistible feeling as I ran my hand over his bare chest. He then kissed me lightly on the lips and then trailed his tongue down over my neck, sending goose bumps down my spine. It was as if he knew everything about me, and all the things that turned me on. My mind and body began screaming that I had to have him deep inside me. I wanted to touch every part of his body, feel the blood pumping through his veins, and absorb the heat coming from his life force.

He took my soft breasts in his hands, and cupped them as he tauntingly squeezed my nipples.

“Who are you?” I asked. “And how do you know who I am? Are you in law enforcement?” I asked wondering if maybe he was just there to find out my true identity and arrest me for some crime.

He leaned back and laughed, “I’m just someone who came across your blog one day, and …let’s just say I find you extremely interesting. I did a little study of your blog and discovered when it was most likely that I would find you here. And I just felt compelled to meet you, so here I am.”

He pressed up against me and slid his hand up between my legs, caressing the outline of my vagina as he leaned in and kissed me softly. I felt myself sink deeper into his comforting body, as I continued to inhale deeply the aroma of his cologne.

My hand made its way back to his trousers, and feeling for the zipper I quickly opened the front of his pants and grasp his long, thick cock. He eagerly sucked on my tongue as I removed his throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. I knelt down on the pathway and took him fully into my mouth, smelling the cologne on his cock where he had oblivious touched himself after putting on the rich deep scent.

I licked him over and under, up and down, sucking on the head of his cock like a lollipop. He held onto the back of my hair as his cock went in and out of my warm wet mouth. I could tell he was getting weak in the knees as I manipulated his cock around in little circles. I let my teeth graze across him lightly, as my tongue teased the underside of the head. I pressed my face deep against him so I could get to his balls. He groaned out loud as my wet soft mouth nibbled lightly on his balls, then I took him fully into my mouth, letting him easily hit the back of my throat with his long thick cock.

I then stood up and he kissed my mouth deeply again. He grasped me roughly and pulled me tightly against his warm, strong body. He trailed his fingers lightly over my neck, down towards my chest and stuck his hand down the front of my shirt. He began teasing my nipples by pinching, tugging and caressing them between his fingers.

I was clinging to him as he moved me toward the shadows near a blanket laying on the ground. He buried his face into my neck, as his hands squeezed my tits. The warm fresh scent of his breath sent chills throughout my body. We both began moaning loudly as he slowly pushed me down towards the ground, removing my shirt as he did. He reached under my bra and pulled my breasts free as he eagerly took them one at a time into his hot mouth.

With my free hand I worked my pants and underwear down in one quick motion, allowing him free access to my moist opening. I almost came when he slid a finger across my clit and began massaging it in little short circles. I began to growl and moan like an animal the closer I came to cumming.

He pulled he pants down just far enough to fully expose his beautiful penis and nice firm ass. My nails begin to dig into his ass cheeks, as he began grinding his hips across my cunt, letting me feel his cock grow to full length. He spread my legs wide and slid the head of his cock into my opening, making me moan out loud. He then quickly began fucking me hard, slamming his cock full length in and out of my throbbing cunt. We sounded like wild animals fucking in the night air.

I turned around and had him lay flat on his back so I could ride him and have control of where his cock hit inside my pussy. I could tell he was enjoying the intense pleasure of me grinding on top of his cock. I undid the front of his shirt and slid my nails across his chest, which cause him to start pumping his cock up into my cunt. I worked his cock around and around in my pussy until it felt like my insides were on fire. I was close to cumming when he turned me around doggy style and pushed his cock deep inside my walls.

I let out loud screams of pleasure as he slammed his cock deep inside me with all the strength he had. Within minutes I started cumming hard, squeezing his cock deep inside my cunt. He grabbed my hips and pulled them back on his cock with every thrust, trying to go even deeper. The second time I began to cum, I screamed out loud enough to pierce the night, that I was sure someone had heard me and would come thinking I was being raped.

My cunt tightened around him as I came, he thrust a couple more hard times and then let loose what must have been a months build up of cum. I could feel it hitting the back wall of my pussy, filling me with his rich creamy love soup. The sensation was exquisite, and left me feeling drained. I slid my clothes quickly back on and collapsed in the arms of my stranger as he nuzzled my neck, and kissed me lightly.

I awoke to my face feeling wet from the beginning of the morning dew on the grass in the park. I shivered with a light chill. I sat up remembering my encounter and grinned to myself. I had never had such a wonderful experience in my life. I began to wonder if I had just fallen asleep and dreamed the whole incident. I drove back to my place and climbed into bed feeling suddenly more exhausted than I had felt in weeks.

When I woke up, the sun was shinning warmly on my face, but I also noticed my neck felt hot, liked maybe I had been burnt. I slowly pulled myself out of bed and headed for the bathroom. There I washed my face and saw the large hicky on my neck. I looked myself over and found the usual love marks, a broken nail or two, light bruises on the inside of both my thighs where he had held my legs open wide and fucked my cunt like it was the last time he would ever fuck. Then I felt my cunt, and knew it wasn’t just a dream. His love gravy was still leaking from inside my walls, soaking my panties. I took a long, hot soapy bath, and then got ready to head out the door. Maybe I’ll just go for another long walk in the park.

Take Me

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 06:51:00 +0000

I’ve always want to be blindfolded. The ability to know what was coming next, taken away, leaving me wondering what you are going to do, and where you will touch me next.
Give me another man to fuck. Push me on all fours and take me from behind as I take his cock into my mouth. Wonder which cock I am enjoying more. Let him pin me down while you have your way with me. Switch up and see how much I can take.

Don’t fall in love with me. Fall in love with being with me. Enjoy the time, crave the connection. The sex can be slow and tender. Thoughtful and sugar sweet. The laughter and easy conversation part of the whole.

I want to spend time with you. Locked away from the world and the cares. To do naughty things in corners and on counters. To walk around naked, bare and fuck as I please. Wake me up with your hard cock demanding attention. Let me bring you breakfast in bed.

Take me to lakes where I can strip down and dive in. Take me to mountains where I can climb to the top after I’ve climbed into you. Take me home. Take me to bed. Let me take you to heaven.

Take control of me. Give me your trust and I will give you my submission. Tell me in a whisper or tell me in a growl. I don’t want choices. I don’t want you to hesitate. Know what I need. Give me what you’ve got. My ass rubbing against your crotch and your hands full of my tits. Skin and soul exposed and offered up.

Bound

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 04:44:00 +0000

She lay on the bed, droplets of sweat beading the flesh of her forehead. Her legs were splayed wide and the end of a vibrator was visible where it was shoved high up into her ass. The black blindfold contrasted boldly with her pale skin.

He stood in the door way gazing at her. She could have removed the blindfold, but somehow, she felt him there and preferred the safe anonymity of the darkness. He admired how her cunt lips glistened where his female accomplice had licked and sucked the succulent skin. He could hear the gentle buzz of the vibrator she had left rammed into his wife’s ass. All in all his wife made a lovely picture. Quietly he moved into their bedroom. On their dresser were two long pieces of silk he had placed there earlier. Taking them in his hand he tied one loop securely in one end of each length of silk. Carefully approaching the bed he looped the ends over the bedposts. Working rapidly, not giving her a chance to struggle he then tied one wrist to each post. Now she couldn’t change her mind about the blindfold.

The vibrator was also beyond her control. Reaching down between her legs he softly drew one finger across the soft skin between her pussy and anus. She stiffened at his touch. As he touched the end of the vibrator, he dialed it to it’s highest setting and then silently left the room. Her hips bucked as the quivering of the shaft in her asshole became a more insistent vibration. She strained her hands against the re- straining silk. He had tied her well. An ex-Navy man, she expected nothing less of him.

Behind her blindfold, she could envision herself as she must appear to anyone in their bedroom. The covering on her eyes and restraining silk, allowed her the luxury of enjoying the sensations in her body without requiring her conscious submission. The vibrator sent pulses of pleasure throughout her body. She could feel the shaft deep in her anal passage. It stretched the previously unopened sphincter until it was almost painful.

The slick walls of her rectum answered the pulses of the vibrator with a tightening and loosening massage. She couldn’t judge well the passage of time. All her attention was focused on the building force of sensation in her captive body. The resonance in her ass was building a wet, empty feeling in her pussy. Soon, she knew, she would start to writhe with her need to have a something in her pussy to hump against. Soon, she would do anything to be allowed to have a mega-orgasm.

The sensations in her lower body heightened the senses she was still allowed to use. Her nipples could feel each air current that brushed across her chest not air, hair! Long hair!

“Who are you?” she tried to whisper. As she opened her mouth, a cloth gag was quickly and smoothly put in place. Her question came out as a mumbled noise.

A woman’s voice whispered in her ear “Do you like the taste of your panties? I love to take a helpless woman who has never been with another woman before. I like to shove all kinds of things into every hole she’s got. I will open your ass as wide as your muscles can stand it. I will accustom you to enemas, spankings, and moving around with a dildo in your ass or your cunt. When I am through with you, your husband will be able to do anything to you he chooses, and you will learn to like it. You will never know what I will do next, but you will always know that your husband will either be helping me or watching what I do to you. Believe it!”

With a sob, she turned her head away from the voice. Her pussy was dripping. With a moan, she began rubbing her ass against the bed. More more more more more more more more more more beat against her brain. More pressure, more movement, more sensation. The vibrator was enough to arouse her almost beyond bearing, but not quite enough to tip her over the edge into orgasm. Frantically she began bearing down trying to push the pulsating shaft deeper into her ass. She could feel the rounded tip pressing against the walls of her rectum. It hurt a little as she stretched the interior membranes.

The woman straddled her waist. She could feel the unknown female’s pussy hairs on her skin. A sharp smack on her thigh made her stop all movement. The woman grasped the humming vibrator and began twisting it in her asshole. Each revolution of the shaft made her hips lift from the bed. With a slurping pop, the vibrator was jerked from her ass.

She moaned and her pelvis tilted to try and follow it. Long-nailed fingers opened her ass-cheeks. A finger began working into her rosette. Then a second and a third joined it. The woman opened and closed her fingers in a scissor motion.

” Feel it stretch? I want to get a dildo with a 2-2 1/2 inch diameter into your ass. Eventually I will. We’ll work up to it. But for now we’ll just add some more oil and massage it into your sphincter muscle.”

On those words, the captive felt warm oil being worked into her asshole. She could feel the long nails as the unseen woman worked the oil into her skin, her asshole, and the crack of her ass. Her cunt was ignored. The hands left her and the woman got off the bed. She could hear water running in the bathroom. Then silence a moment.

“Hello, sweetheart. Having fun?” it was her husband! He put her legs together tenderly. Then taking a firm grasp on her ankles he pushed her legs up until her knees touched her chest. Her ass cheeks were spread wide and her glistening, oily rosette was vulnerable to whatever torment was next on the list. She could hear footsteps coming from the bathroom. “I love you, babe. I am totally turned on by having this done to you. After this weekend, I will do all this to you myself.”

He stopped talking and she could feel his eyes on her asshole. A slender, smooth shaft was inserted. It was pushed DEEP into her hole. What …? Then, with gurgle, hot water was forced into her rectum and on into her lower intestine. It was HOT. Tears started to leak from her eyes and her hips strained to get away from this painful invasion of her body. Her arousal was forgotten. The water was forced into her with pressure. Her legs were allowed to drop and hang open. Too late, she realized this allowed more water to be forced into her already distended abdomen. The spout was removed and the tip of another shaft centered on her rosy little hole. It was pressed deeper and deeper.

Her asshole started to hurt. It has never been stretched so much! Her pelvis was tilted and she felt her husband place himself between her legs. He put his hand on the shaft entering her and shoved it HARD into her. The base widened her hole even more and then her sphincter tightened around a groove in the base. She moaned. She couldn’t get it out with muscle movement, and no water could leak out of her rectum either. Her asshole stung and burned with the unusual stretching. She knew getting the butt-plug out would sting.

She was sweating from the heat of the water in her body. It no longer hurt her rectum or intestines, but it was still warm. “Look, she’s a secret slut. That had to have hurt, but her pussy is still dripping wet! Do you want to fuck her? The heat from the water will make her cunt feel like a furnace!” He positioned himself over her.

The woman took his hard cock between her hands. “Here, let me get it nice and wet for you. My mouth on your cock into her cunt …” Slurping sounds. Then she felt the woman’s hands spreading her cunt lips and the head of her cock at the entrance to her passage.

With one long push, she felt her pussy filled with cock. “God, so hot, so hot! Unnn, God that’s good!” Her husband’s voice was above her. At the same time lips and a tongue were working on her tits. Her nipples were bitten and sucked and licked. The woman squeezed her breasts and nibbled on her nipples. The woman paused and said “Here, shove your fingers into my cunt. Try to get your fist into my pussy.”

Then her mouth returned to the captive nipples. The woman’s head lifted again, “Don’t move your cock. When the cramps from the enema start, she will milk your cock for you.” A minute later, the truth of that statement was proved. The cramps in her gut made her twist and buck her hips. She was unable to pay attention to anything but the conflicting sensations overwhelming her body. Some pain, but mostly intense pleasure.

Just as pressure, friction, and visual stimulation in her brain exploded into orgasm, she felt her husbands come explode into her dripping wet sheath. Seconds later he withdrew and the woman helped her off the bed. The silk had been loosed from the posts but was still attached to her wrists. The blindfold was still in place. She was led to the bathroom and bent over the tub.

The woman took a secure hold of the ring set into the base of the butt-plug and jerked! Her asshole stung and burned as it was swiftly stretched by the exit of the enormous base of the plug. She was spun quickly and set on the toilet just as a huge gush of water emptied itself from her body. She was allowed to sit and recover her balance as the water flowed out of her.

When she was through, she was bent back over the tub and a second enema of warm soapy water was delivered. The plug was reinserted. As she knelt on the floor the panties were removed from her mouth. A hand on her hair guided her mouth to a hair covered mound. “Lick my pussy.”

With tentative strokes she licked what she couldn’t see until the cramps started again. She moaned as she was bent back over the tub to have the plug jerked out again. A yelp accompanied the burning sensation and then she was on the toilet. After her insides had drained, a third enema, smaller in content, but with clear water was forced deep into her. She was placed in position and the long nozzle was inserted into her rectum. Then it was pushed deeper and deeper into her until she felt some of the rubber hose enter her hole.

Her asshole was so loose from the abuse of the butt plug and vibrator that she couldn’t clamp it shut on the hose. It closed around the hose, but without enough force to shut off the flow of COLD water this time. The woman must have squeezed the bag because the entire flow of cold, clear water was inside her in seconds. Then with no warning the nozzle was yanked from her. She was placed on the toilet and with no warning or ceremony, a douche nozzle was inserted into her pussy.

While waiting for the clear water to drain from her ass, her pussy was treated to three douches. Finally as clean as she could get inside, she was led back to bed and placed on her stomach. Her wrists were reattached to the bed posts and her blindfold removed. It was dark in the bedroom, the lights had been turned off. She couldn’t see her tormenter. Then footsteps sounded and the door was closed as the woman left the room.

Public Sex

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 04:42:00 +0000

I slid my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him close. James wrapped his arms around my waist, and squeezed me tightly. I nuzzled my nose across his neck and savored his enticing aroma. I was so overwhelmed by him his touch, his smell, his looks. I completely blocked out the sounds of the busy crowded airport.

We looked into each others eyes and he kissed me on the lips. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and it gently mingled with mine. When we squeezed each other tightly, I could feel his chest felt firm and warm against mine.

“I’m so glad you are you,” I assured him. Then he kissed me again with an anxious fury that practically melted my panties. I had waited so long for this moment. this man and it was worth the wait. James was everything I dreamed he could be and more.

I jumped from the floor and wrapped my legs around his waist. He caught my ass in his hands and held me tightly against him. My skirt slid up over my thighs revealing the top of my hose. His crotch was pressed firmly against my silky thin panties. James gently thrust his hips, between my thighs and humped me ever so slowly while we kissed a deep intimate kiss. Then he spun around my legs still securely fastened around his waist he pressed my back up against a wall. I could feel his erection growing as his thrusts became more powerful.

Suddenly, I realized several people were staring at us. All small crowd had begun to gather of men and women both. I cared not James had my undivided attention he was the only one that mattered to me. His hot breath scorched my neck as he planted several kisses over it. “Don’t stop,” I whispered in a pant. I dug my nails into his back and yanked at his shirt. Neither one of us could pull away from the other! We were way too horny to hold back this public display of raw, animalistic, sex.

I loosened my legs from around James’s waist and planted my feet back on the ground. James took me by the hand and led me to a nearby hallway that was a little less crowded. As I stood with my back against a wall James affectionately ran his fingers down my cheek and slid his tongue into my mouth. We kissed with a sex driven urgency that neither one of us had the power to fight.

“Slide off your panties,” James whispered. James stood in front of me to help block the view from onlookers, as I quickly slid my panties down over my shoes. He pressed me snugly against the wall and slid his hand up under my skirt. I spread my feet apart to welcome his touch. My girl juices were flowing inspired by the fire this man had ignited inside of me.

I moaned in pleasure as James slid a finger into my tight, wet, hole. I threw my head back and closed my eyes because I had unexpectedly smacked my head against the wall rendering me almost unconscious. I could hear the voices of people talking around us as I began to regain my composure. James was too busy fingering me to realize I had hit my head and I didn’t want him to know. He slid his finger in and out of my wet pussy. I panted wildly as he fucked me with his finger. I wanted him inside me so badly.

I slid my hand down the front of his pants and squeezed the tip of his cock. I ran my fingers over his shaft and slowly jacked him off. His suite jacket helped camouflage our erotic behavior. James continued to finger me for several minutes as I yanked anxiously on his throbbing rod. Then he withdrew his finger from my juicy pussy and put it in his mouth. Watching him taste me heightened my sexual arousal. Then he slipped the same finger in my lips and I sucked on it. I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to suck his cock. I slid my lips down over his finger and sucked it deep into my throat.

James forced his finger back inside of me and fucked me with it as I moaned quietly in his ear. The pleasure was ready to burst out of me. A bit of pre-cum on my hand from James’s firm, luscious, cock alerted me that he was ready as well. This could go on no longer we were on the verge of orgasm. I leaped up and wrapped my legs around James’s waist once again. This time it was skin to skin. I reached between our heaving bodies and guided James’s rock hard cock inside of me. I was so wet he slipped in easily. He pressed me snugly against the wall as he snaked up inside of me. I began moaning louder I was loosing control. James’s rocked his hips, into mine with his powerful arms holding my ass firmly while we fucked.

It felt awesome having him inside of me. “Don’t stop!” I insisted. and with that James began pumping me very fast. I could hear voices of people talking around us. I scraped my nails down James’s back and let out a squeal as my orgasm began to mount. My legs shook as a full orgasm over took my body. Almost immediately, James let out a grunt and hammered his cock in and out of me. I could feel his hot spurts of cum filling me.. Ah, what pleasure. I slid my legs down from James’s waist and put my feet on the floor.

James turned to the onlookers. “Show’s over,” he said with a smile. A mixture of hot juices ran down my legs as I put my panties on.

Choked Little Cry for Help

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 05:30:00 +0000

I love the way his grip tightens when I let out that choked little cry…I wonder what he wants. Often I’m told that he doesn’t have fantasies, but I am certain he must. I’m not the only one who loves watching violent sex; I’m not the only one that seeks out forbidden fantasies. I’m not the only one who loves his grip on my wrists, the wrenching of my elbow, and his grip on my hips - or else he wouldn’t do it.

All too often, I think about being taken by an animalistic force, something that doesn’t care or understand the pain it causes. However, what is sexier is the concept of someone who does know, someone who is completely aware…not verging on true sadism, but damned near.

He was mine. I had captured him fair and square. He was so much bigger than I was so I had no choice except to tie him down so he couldn’t move. When he awoke, he struggled in his ropes and moaned as I slipped my hand under his shirt to feel his naked skin. He jerked helplessly in his ropes and grunted as I slap him hard across his face to wake him from his slumber. To show him I wasn’t just all about pain, I began to gentle caress his nipples, but then it was followed by a firm pinch, and he twisted in his ropes and moaned into his gag.

I pulled back his vest and began working slowly at the buttons of his heavy denim shirt. I slipped my hand inside, and gently caressed his beautiful light tanned chest. With my other hand, I slid it down the front of his uniform and grabbed his penis firmly in my hand. When his cock began to pulse, I withdrew my hand and began caressing him all over, rubbing the strands of his thick chest hair between my fingers.

He writhed in his bonds and moaned into his gag, but he was helpless and at my complete mercy. He could only lie there and allow me to stimulate him or to torture him in any manor that I pleased. Some time went past, with him growing slowly more aroused, so I undid the buttons of the bound man’s pants as he jerked helplessly in his ropes and grunted. I was gentle with his cock at first, stroking it firmly but slowly through his uniform. I then began to squeeze harder and he began to tense up, displaying his firm muscle tone.

He would eventually learn to enjoy what was happening to him.

I whispered to him gently, “You’re all mine. You don’t have a choice, do ya?” I pressed my lips firmly against his ear, “you’re my sweet big man, all tied up and helpless like a prisoner in a cell.”

I finished undoing his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He nodded frantically and moaned into his gag. I grabbed a hold of his stiff dick and began to run my tight hand up and down his cock while my fingers began to explore my own wet pussy. My body was shuddering with pleasure and lust as I sat up and began straddling him cowgirl style. I gently guided his cock inside my steaming hole and began fucking and teasing him while sitting firmly on his cock.

I slapped him hard across the chest and continued my assault on his left nipple as I sat on top. My thighs splayed over his body, pressed against his hips. As the shaft of his cock plunged deep into my slippery pussy, I rotated my hips on his penis, not thrusting, simply feeling his hard prick poking up inside me as I steadily moved it around inside my vagina.

I wanted him to know I was in complete control.

I marveled at how easily I had taken in the length of his cock, let alone it’s remarkable girth. He stretched and opened me wide, while I thoroughly rode his cock. Once he had his cock firmly lodged in my pussy, I started fucking him slowly. My wet pussy was wide open, and my cunt lips clinging to shaft of his cock as it filled me. His large heavy balls pulsated as he waited to unload a burst of cum into my pussy.

He did little thrusting, mostly it was me fucking him, pressing my body down tight into his, my face along his neck, his chest, as I slowly rotated my cunt on his cock and pressed my clit into his hard pubic bone. I loved fucking him like this, slowly, fucking him with long deep pushing motions, pulling my pelvis upwards, rocking away from him, then letting my cunt slide down once again over the full length of his hard shaft.

I was closer to cumming than I had realized, but kept fucking slowly, my sweaty body melded with the man beneath me. I kept fucking him, sometimes rotating, at other times thrusting with my hips, and sometimes I would lift almost completely off his cock, showing the magnificent length of his thick shaft gleaming with our juices, then I’d drop hard on his cock, letting it jolt into my body, buried deep in my soft pussy tissue. I moaned, my eyes shut, and from time to time, I would lean forward and let my breasts dangle in front of him, taunting, and teasing as I fucked him ever so slowly.

I could hear him whimpering into his gag as I felt him beginning to pump upward. His own desire gathering to a head in his taut balls, I could feel he was about to cum. I began to pump up and down on him wildly, and quickly hot cum spurting inside me, causing me to cry out as I exploded around his cock. He cried out and whimpered into his gag as he jerked and thrust inside me one last time.

Satisfied, I slowly got up to get a wet towel from the bathroom and came back to the bed with it. Tenderly I stoked my prisoner, cleaning our juices from his limp cock. I gently removed the gag from his mouth and kissed him fully on the lips. He swallowed hard and licked his lips before I closed the door to my private chambers, leaving him tied up for our next encounter.

Dirty Little Sex Crime

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 06:30:00 +0000

For those who do not wish to read about torture, cruel acts, or any other random acts of violence that my mind may think about in the next couple hours, then I suggest you leave this site.

I sat quietly alone in the car, looking in the direction of the place I knew he would have to appear…his job. It’s the easiest way to track a person. Find out where they work, then just follow them.

I finished smoking and flipped the remains out the window into the heavy breeze, spinning it around outside my car. I took notice of the rustling leaves that spiraled around in a circle near the curb. My eyes followed as a stray leaf broke free and wondered off in the direction of the police department. My eyes followed every twist and curve as it neared my target.

I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as the leaf came to a stop when a officer stepped outside. I smiled lightly, breathing in the essence of life deep into my lungs.

I had been watching him for a long time, and fantasized many times about what I would do to him if I had the opportunity. I was looking at him like an object, not a life form like me, put a toy to be played with and used completely.

He was perfect with his short cut black hair, brown eyes, dimpled cheeks, and nice muscular built body. I was drawn towards him since the first day I saw him at the park. I felt it was fate that had brought us together and fate alone that would decide the outcome of our next meeting.

I watched him from Second and Broadway as he sat down in the his car, and placed a seatbelt across his chest. I started my car as he began backing out, and then I watched him as he turned left at the light and drove right in front of me. I quickly dropped in behind him and began my pursuit, my body tingling with adrenaline.

I relentlessly followed behind him as he turned left on Main St and then right to W 2nd St. At the light he turned left to 97 going under the overpass and pulled into a Quik-Trip located on the corner in front of Wal-Mart. I followed behind him as he made his way inside. I could smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne as his body moved through the air directly in front of me. I inhaled it deeply, programming the smell permanently into my mind. We reached for a small cup at the same moment and our hands briefly touched, sending shock waves of adrenaline throughout my body. Was it destiny or fate?

It wasn’t until we were getting into our cars and backing out that he looked directly at me, locking eyes for a longer than usually glance. I could tell that he thought I looked familiar, but he just couldn’t quite figure out who I was at that moment. Fear that I had been caught before I was ready, sent me in the opposite direction.

The next day, I waited until his shift was almost over before I began my pursuit of following him to his home. I drove past as I watched him pull his police cruiser into his driveway. I continued on straight, looking into my rearview mirror as he stepped his huge 6’3” body out of the small confines of the drivers seat. I turned around on the next block and drove back in front of his house looking for one last glance or the opportunity to put my plan in motion.

I knew he was married for the second time, and had a couple kids, but they were nothing but a momentary thought. After all, in the end they would be okay and be able move on with their lives. She knew the risk of being with a police officer when she first began sneaking around with him while he was still married to his first wife.

It was several hours into darkness on late February eve, when I got up enough nerve to park my car just a couple hundred feet from his front door. I stepped outside, feeling the heartbeat of the earth beneath my feet. Power was flowing into me as I was drawn nearer to his essence, his life force. I could smell the coolness of the earth as I stood near a window and peered with contempt of danger. I smiled slowly as I stood near the window and reached out to run my fingertips lightly over the glassy surface. My fingertips tingled with the feeling of life under them, my body reacting to the powerful flow of adrenaline, I reached down the front of my jeans with my left hand and cupped my moist mound.

I could see him standing in the middle of the room, talking on the phone as I silently watched his lips moving to words I could not understand. His graceful movements subdue my own shaky nerves as I watch him remove his shirt. His stomach muscles are not taught but rather pudgy, as if he has enjoyed a few too many beers in his lifetime. I find it sexy for men around 40 to have this kind of look, and it sent shivers down my spine.

My left index finger separated my damp opening and began massaging in clockwise direction. I giggled lightly thinking about how I would look like a fool if someone were to pass by and see me standing there. At the moment I didn’t care, I was more into the fantasy of what I could be doing to his body after I forced him at gunpoint into the back seat of my SVU.

I would handcuff his wrists behind his back, (using his own set of cuffs of course), gag him with a thick washcloth, and then place a black hood over his face. I would then take my helpless, whimpering victim to a cabin deep in the woods, where no sound could be heard for miles.

Inside the cabin I pull off the hood and remove the gag from your mouth. After all, there is no need to fear anyone being able to hear the screams so far out in the country.

He looks around confused and disoriented, but quickly recovers and tries rushing his handcuffed body in my direction. I’m quickly able to knock him off his feet and send him falling to the floor with a loud thump.

I maneuver over his body and sit across his mid-section, “You’re fucked my friend!” I say with a little giggle. Then I slap him viciously across the face, leaving a dark red handprint across his right cheek. With a savage grin on my face, I begin punching him in the face, chest and belly, forcing him the wince in a little pain.

He was big and powerful, but my blows took some of the fight out of him. Keeping him handcuffed I cut free his shirt, pulled down his jeans, and then removed his boxers, leaving him fully exposed to my fists. I worked him over until my knuckles began to bleed and the blood from his face began to mix with mine.

When he beg me to stop, I stepped back and began to admire the nakedness of my victim. He looked luscious, with his limp cock laying to the side of his leg. I couldn’t stop myself from taking him fully into my mouth. Nature took over and after several minutes his cock began to grow. I wanted to jam his big cock deep down my throat, but first I wanted him to feel pain.

I walked across the old creaky floor and stood before my victim. I pulled a large hunting knife out and touched the tip to his chest.

“You will call me Tayla,” I whispered softly. “And you will treat people like me with respect from now on. Do you fucking understand?”

He nodded, and said he was sorry.

“You know I could easily kill you,” I said to him. “No one knows where we are.”

“No, please, no,” I have a family he pleaded.

“No - what - you pig? I said pressing the tip of the knife into his firm chest muscle near his heart.

His eyes opened wide at the sensation of the cold blade pressing into his flesh, bringing a small amount of blood oozing to the surface.

“I’m sorry Tayla. Please don’t kill me,” he begged.

“That’s it. Be a nice officer. Not some asshole cunt, that thinks he’s better than the rest of the world.”

“Okay Tayla, just take the knife away from my chest.”

I moved the knife away from his new wound, but held it firmly in my hand. “You don’t remember me, do you asshole?” I asked gripping the knife a little tighter in my hand.

“No Tayla, I don’t…”

“Of course you don’t,” I said placing the knife back against his skin. “Pretty little pigs like you look right past people like me. I’m not pretty enough, smart enough, or thin enough for you. You treat me as if I’m a nobody. A worthless piece of shit that should only be taken out back and shot. You think you’re too good to follow the same rules that I have to follow. I’m nothing to you but dirt under your fingernail that you can’t get rid of.”

I stuck the knife into his chest deep enough to make him let out a loud ear piercing scream. I continued to stare into his eyes at his pain, until his eyes locked with mine, then I had to look away. Even handcuffed, he had power over me, and I wanted to take that power away from him.

“You’re nothing but a fucking piece of shit, you asshole,” I screamed at him and began slamming my fist into his body. While he shrieked in agony, I thought about taking the knife and driving it deep into his belly and splitting him open. “I want you to remember me, and everything that has happened today, so that you will never forget what trauma does to a person. They are never normal again. You can’t just forget and move on. Every time you think you’re okay, someone could be lurking around some corner ready to do you harm. I’m not going to kill you this time, but I’ll be watching you.”

My thoughts were running wild as I stood rubbing my wet cunt outside his house, thinking about my fantasy to kidnap the officer. I wanted to watch him struggle to breathe. The thought sent me over the edge and my insides began to erupt. Hot warm juices began to flow. I pulled out my fingers and licked the sweetness from my fingertips. I was out of breath, but returning to sanity when lights from a car turned down the street.

The coolness of the night air felt like ocean waves caressing my body. I quickly retreated to my car, and continue my quest to find another officer to kidnap for my ultimate fantasy.

All Aboard

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 04:39:00 +0000

It was the first cruise I had ever been on, and I was very excited. I waited eagerly at the dock to board the ship. It was a little smaller than I had imagined, but cozy. As soon as I got on board, I went below deck to check out my cabin. I wasn’t impressed with it! It wasn’t like the picture in the magazine at all. It was clean, but not very luxurious.

I unpacked my clothes and went up on deck. There didn’t seem to be very many passengers on board. The ship’s crew looked very raggedy, and a little rough. I could feel the men staring at me constantly. They looked me up and down, like an all you can eat buffet. It made me very uncomfortable. I was young, and shy. I was not use to those kinds of looks from those kinds of men.

That evening I slipped on my favorite sun dress and went to the lounge. I thought about how I had got screwed by the travel agent. She sent me on a shitty boat in a shitty cabin. The more I thought about it the angrier I became the angrier I became the more I drank.

After about five stiff rum and cokes I went back to my cabin. I decided to take a quick shower before bed. I just got into the water when I heard a strange noise. Suddenly, the shower curtain flung open! Two men grabbed me by each of my arms and covered my mouth with a grubby hand. They drug me from the shower naked, and wet. One of the men tied a bandanna over my mouth while the other held me still. My breasts heaved as I panted in fear. One of the men put his arm around my neck and held me tightly. His bulging biceps almost choked me. Then they rolled me up in a blanket so I could not see. They carried me somewhere, I couldn’t tell where I was going. I tried to scream but the blanket muffled my sounds. I sobbed as they carried me below deck.

When they unrolled the blanket I saw at least twelve crewmen gawking at me. I was completely naked and my hair was dripping wet. My small nipples were hard from the cold. The men began poking, and pawing at me. They grabbed my tits, and pinched my bare ass. One of them tried to slip a finger between my legs. They pushed each other’s hands out of the way, fighting over me. I tried to fight them off but they were much too strong and powerful.

After a few minutes of groping, one man barked at the others,” Bring the bitch here!” The men smirked at each other, and pushed me at him. “What a find,” he said looking me over. He reached out and pinched one of my nipples. The tall stranger stared into my eyes, as he reached his hand between my legs. I tried to back away but the other men pushed me towards him. He put one finger in his mouth and dampened it with saliva. Then he slipped it back between my legs, and forced it into my tight hole. I gasped with both excitement and fear as the dirty stranger’s rigid finger entered me.

The man unzipped his pants and revealed a hard, thick, cock. I shuttered at the thought of what would happen next. The other men grabbed me and lifted me off the ground, legs spread. The man who was fingering me seemed to be in charge. He forced his strong body between my legs. He inched his huge cock inside of me, as the other men cheered. I whimpered quietly as the man began fucking me. He began slow and almost gentle. After a few minutes he began pounding me very hard. My legs quivered, and I tried desperately to pull them back together. I thought his ferocious thrusts would never end. The man fucked me for at least an hour, while the others watched. “You like that don’t you?” he taunted me, as he slid even deeper inside of me. Finally, he let out a groan of pleasure and I felt his steaming hot sperm explode inside of me.

The man smiled at me. Then he traded places with the man next to him, a tall, young man with long hair. The second man began edging his cock into my abused wet cunt while the first man held one of my legs tightly and held me still. I tried to scream, and struggle! The second man was much quicker than the first. He barely got his entire cock inside of me. He gave me a couple of quick abusive pumps before he pumped me full of hot semen. My legs shook and I wined, “Please no more.” One man after another systematically took their violating my sore sticky cunt.

It was like I was a joy ride for their amusement, nothing but a meat hole. After the third man I became uncontrollably aroused. I started to realize that what was happening to me was something I had always dreamed of. I fantasized frequently about having sex with several men at the same time all of them giving me their undivided attention. I tried not to, but by the fourth man I was so caught up in the gangbang I slipped into a strong orgasm. All of that fucking just made me so horny I couldn’t take it any more. One man removed the bandanna from over my mouth. He shoved his cock in my face, and ordered me to suck it. I did willingly! He thrust his cock in and out of my throat until he came in my mouth. I anxiously gobbled down his sweet cum.

Some of the men fucked me twice. The surprise gangbang went on all through the night. Some of them made me lick the sticky cum from their cocks when they were done with me. By morning I was weak, and cum drenched. Someone brought me some clothes. They dressed me and they left me at the next port. I hobbled away with my legs still shaking and cum dripping down my inner thighs. I can’t wait till my next vacation!!

Secrets of a Darkened Heart

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 07:54:00 +0000

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WARNING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This story is a work of fiction, and deals with killing and torture.

There are some things in this world that everyone should try at least once. Murder is one of them. People don’t understand the thrill, the worry and the lust for death until they’ve tried it, until they have blood on their hands, in their mouth, soaking into their clothes staining them forever with the sin they have just committed. It’s the ultimate power trip, the act of god. Bringing justice to those who’ve wronged you, or just helping the population explosion with a random cull of the masses. It’s a turn on.

And it’s not that I don’t like people. I love people. I’m a very social person, just with some anti-social fetishes, and I am not alone in this world. There are many who exist solely for the joy of bringing death upon someone. For the pleasure in the foreplay and the act itself, it’s enough of a heat to cause wet dreams for days beforehand. It’s an addiction in ways. Blood lust, the chase, the capture, the torment, the kill and the secret knowledge that you alone did it; caused the pleasure, caused the pain and in the end, disposed of the used and abused corpse.

I entered into this dark, macabre underworld after my first boyfriend met his end. It wasn’t a terrible end, quite compassionate if I say so myself. He hardly suffered and enjoyed the prelude to his demise immensely, almost as much as I enjoyed his passing over. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, we’d been fighting and the blade slipped. Well, that’s my story. It was a crime of passion. All my crimes are that of passion, but this was passion of a different kind. He brought anger out in me, he induced me to a state of rage that I’d never seen before, and I was a savage, unleashed on him, my un-willing victim.

I say un-willing, but that didn’t last long. My rage turned to excitement and I treated him to a night like no other he’d ever had. He was taken to the furthest reaches of pleasure, teased, tormented and seduced; it was a night of near explosive lust given physical release. A night I am unable to forget, and a night he would never survive. All in all, a good first experience in murder.

The mess was the first thing that hit me, once my ears had stopped ringing and blood flow stemmed. The place looked like a war had taken place. Crimson was splashed everywhere, it looked like bad modern decorating, and he lay, slashed and bound at a torturous angle on top of a lake of slowly drying blood. It was a masterpiece. I wish I’d thought back then to take pictures, I don’t think I’ve since came close to the beauty that pure passion encouraged to massacre can create.

I hungered after that first foray into the killing arts. I had a need to fulfill, and only the feeling I got after watching someone die sated me. It wasn’t just the death that done it either, it was everything. The cold chamber in the back of my car where I led my eager prey, the entrapment, the granting of their last urges, my own orgasmic release then the feast of their flesh. It all came together in a crescendo of pleasure and pain, which merged into one electrifying experience, and what can I say? Everyone needs a hobby.

Truly, I only found solace in my car. It was a place that was mine alone, filled with lost souls and the smell of sex and death, it was the place I spent the majority of my time. Whether it be indulging in my secret desire or being alone with myself, away from the squalor of the flat I lived in, and the noise of the two other people I was forced to live with.

My truck was an old one, camouflaged 89 Chevrolet Blazer. I didn’t look the type to drive a monster like that, but I did all the same. I’d always liked them for their room and the privacy the back area provided. With a grill to separate it from the cab it was my own personal torture chamber, complete with chains and other temptations, it was perfect. I’d owned the truck for a number of years before I first fully appreciated how useful it would be to my new pastime, now it was the carrier of a dark mistress for a new age, a bringer of death.

The truck provided a more personal kind of satisfaction as well, for not every night could I go on a rampage of sex and death, I had to choose the right victim. They had to fit the profile. It was a process that took time, but my own yearnings and needs didn’t work that way. I still lusted the same, and it was quite by accident that I found my unique way of pleasuring myself.

It was one day while parking along a back road to dispose of some bits from my car that I figured out how my car could be used to it’s full potential. The bits I was getting rid of were contained in a bag that had been rotting in the back of my truck for a few days and from which the smell had finally overcame my senses and forced me to dump the final pieces of what had been a most enjoyable ride. Swinging the truck into reverse as I was leaving, the vibration through the gear stick sent a quiver to the pit of my stomach and my eyes drifted over to the black plastic head that throbbed under my palm. My mind whirred with ideas, and just how much delight I could derive from the cold, hard stick that now beckoned me to give it a try.

I pulled the handbrake on and the vibration increased, my smile widened. I found the hardest part was maneuvering myself as I discovered to keep that level of tremor through the shaft the car had to be in gear, my left foot slid off the clutch as my right slid on and my hip swung my leg over to the passenger side foot space. With my foot pressing the pedal to the metal and my left foot finding a comfortable position I began to lower myself onto the gear stick.

As it painfully forced itself into me, my hands fought to find balance as I found my legs starting to tremble with my own pleasure, my right foot balanced precariously on the edge of the clutch and closing my eyes I forced myself to focus on pushing the clutch down. I continued to slide myself up and down the shaft, the initial pain now gone in a rush of adrenalin and excitement while both blood and my own juices provided lubrication for the gear knob. It worked quickly, and I think the atmosphere brought me round quicker, nothing like your own blood dripping down your legs while you have something with that much horse power pulsing away inside you to turn a girl on. But as I got more into the rhythm, I lost my head to my desire and my right foot slowly began to slide from the clutch. Oblivious to the impending problem, I could feel my lust start to blossom, twisting and contorting throughout my body as my foot came completely away from the clutch. As the car stalled, I was lurched forward and could feel the shock reverberate throughout my system as this now silent, slick object hammered inside me.

Dizzy and on the edge of passing out from an overdose of pleasure and pain, I hauled myself up and lifted myself away from the gear stick, lowering myself back to the driving seat where as my eyes began to focus, I saw the blood that ran in stream down my inner thigh. I shook my head and reached for the roll of kitchen towel and began to mop up my mess, reminding myself that for future solitary experiences, I’d find a brick to hold down the clutch. Still shaking, but with the blood flow stemmed. I drove away from the scene of my perversions. I was in the mood for someone new, someone to make me feel alive again. To get that rush as they died, I needed to do something new. I was stuck in a rut where nothing excited me anymore. I desperately wanted to rediscover that feeling that first gave me that taste for death.

The search for the perfect partner was a long, drawn out one. I often grudged it, but in the end it was worth it. To take someone who was not fully willing to give him or herself to me, to become mine, it was just not the same. Of course, in saying that, I don’t mean that my victims knew their fate, but they were more willing to play along than those who would scream though all the entertainment, before a razor had even glanced off their pretty, virgin flesh.

I found my victims everywhere from shopping, to drives through town. They stood out from everyone else, they had that glint in their eyes that others didn’t. That special something that said they were willing to take a risk. That they got off on risks, that for one night, they would accompany me to their deaths. I wanted a challenge now, my truck had witnessed the death of over ten people and it was becoming routine. Chase, capture, torment, kill - easy. I wanted to get that edge, that something that would really excite me. I needed someone who wasn’t easy, someone who would fight back, yet enjoy it as much as I did. For weeks, I never thought I would find this illusive someone. Then I saw him.

He sat in the corner of the bar, drinking a bottle of beer. His eyes showed deep thought about something on his mind. I bought myself lemonade and sat down beside him. He barely glanced at me but I gave him my best smile back. I introduced myself and he shrugged and mumbled something. I twisted myself closer to him on my seat, my hand brushing over his leg. As my fingers brushed his jeans, he gave me a sharp look then his features softened and he smiled at me. Without saying a word, I moved my hand back to his leg and gently stroked up his thigh. His smile widened and he leaned forward and whispered into my ear, “Do you have somewhere more private for us to go?” I nodded, giddy with such instant success and led him from the bar to my car.

He climbed into the passenger side and we drove to the outskirts of town. I told him what I wanted to do to him, how I wanted him to feel and he lapped it up, moaning as I buried one hand into his jeans. I could barely contain my delight, he was perfect, handsome, ready to take the risks I had offered and he looked fiery, but not as fiery as would as the night progressed. I doubted though that he would accept death as his fate, I wanted him to fight.

I parked a distance from the road in a place I knew we wouldn’t get disturbed and ushered him into the back of the Blazer. He laid down without me having to ask and let me climb in on top of him. After frenzied minutes of rampant lust, I reached for the rope and started to bind his hands behind his back. He squirmed under the taut bonds but never complained. His eyes were glazed with passion as I continued to work on him, tying each foot to the sides of the truck, leaving him spread and waiting for whatever I wanted.

I glanced about the back of the truck, as well as being home to a variety of sex toys, it also held the equipment needed to keep my car running. As I spied the petrol can, I smiled. Dragging it out from behind him, I pulled off the funnel. I ran the end of it around my mouth and let him watch, the taste of petrol dull in my mouth. He moaned louder as I ran my fingers over his hard cock and took him fully into my mouth. He moaned loudly with pleasure, fighting his bonds, his eyes gazing at me with that look of lust that people get as they near their edge.

I smiled up at him, and then began dumping gas over his naked body. His eyes conveyed a sense of confusion as I stopped sucking his cock, and without warning shoved the funnel of the gas can into his tight ass. I grinned, lowering myself to kiss him one last time, letting him taste the petrol that still lingered on my tongue. He kissed me ferociously in return, exploring my mouth with need and desire. I pulled away almost sadly as I pushed the funnel deeper inside him. I then tipped the can, letting the petrol flooded its way into his tight ass. He gasped and began to fight me; his legs thrashing wildly as his arms sawed the ropes that held his wrists. I could nearly taste his fear.

I reached for my knife, which was held in my boots and cut the ropes that attached his feet to the vehicle. He screamed, a deep-throated wail that I was sure everyone for miles around would hear. To quiet him, I smacked him across the jaw. Knocking him out until death would come to claim him. Dragging him out of the car, he was a dead weight. I hauled him into the nearby field and carried the remainder of the petrol with me in the can. Laying him gently into the grass, I lay myself over him and kissed his unresponsive lips, wrapping my legs around one of his and squeezing as I worked myself around to orgasm. I wanted him to burn freshly coated with my fluids, so when he awoke in hell - my mark would be on him.

I brought myself around quickly, moaning and groaning in the quiet of the night, trembling with delight and rolling from him into the grass. Spent and shivering in euphoria, I stood up and started to douse him with the remaining gas. Once he lay soaked and unconscious, I reached into my pocket and retrieved my matches. Lighting one, I threw it between his legs and jumped back as his body flared, the fire racing deep inside him, following the trail of petrol.

The fire had me captivated. It was beautiful, and the aromas of cooking flesh, delicious. He burned brightly, from the inside out and all over and as he came around, his screams echoed out, but they didn’t last long. The smoke from his body silenced him as it overcame him, and led him down the road to death. I watched for as long as I could, but I knew the fire would be spotted and I had to make myself scarce. Grabbing the fuel can, I jogged back to my car and raced it home.

Settling into a well-deserved bath before any of my friends returned from a late night party. As I lay, in the comfort of the warm water, I pictured him again and reaching for the hand held shower, I brought myself around again, trying to decide on how I would kill my next victim as my moans reverberated in the small tiled room.

My first boyfriend was right you know, that night when he died, he’d called me insatiable, and I am. I’m still waiting for the kill that will sate my passion; maybe it is something I will only find in my own demise. Maybe that is the kill that will give me everything I desire…

Our Little Game

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 07:25:00 +0000

Our Little Game–

I was slowly putting my plan together. I had found his address by tracing his truck plate, parked at his job, from a friend at the DMV.

Late one night I drove out to where he lived and waited a few yards down the street. It wasn’t long before I saw him outside washing the dust from his truck.

I couldn’t just walk up and say hi, not after the incident a few years ago, he would probably shoot me and ask questions later. It was going to be a challenge to get him to listen to me, but he obviously liked the game or he would have ended it some time ago. I thought about luring him out to some lone road in the middle of the night, or maybe I could come up with some other fictitious story that he would believe.

When he went back into his house, I scribbled down a note and left it under his windshield wiper. “Dear Joe, You lost something at the station you might want back. Meet me at the park behind Wal-Mart tonight at 12.” I wasn’t sure if it would work but I had to try. I then got back into my car and sped off quickly, squealing my tires and honking my horn to get his attention.

I got to the park over an hour early to make sure I had everything in place long before he arrived. I was equipped with an abundance of suitable restraints and a few little surprises for Joe if he showed up. It was dark and cold out, so there wouldn’t be anyone around the park that late at night. I waited outside my car in the brush for him to show up, in case I needed to surprise him if he had something planned for me.

I was lost in thought, dreaming as I watched a couple squirrels chasing each other around a tree when I was startled by the sight of lights coming in my direction. In the distance, I could hear a truck coming closer. It came straight towards the back and pulled around near my car. I quickly recognized it as Joe’s truck, and he was the only one inside. He got out of his truck and walked slowly around my car a few times looking to see who was inside.

I figured the best plan was to ambush him when he least expected it, so I quickly stepped out the bushes and called out his real name. He swung around with his flashlight in one hand and his weapon in the other. By the look on his face, I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. I walked closer with my hands held out to my sides, as he continued pointing his gun at me.

“You dumbass! Don’t you know I could have shot you?” he said in a rushed voice.

I slowly walked closer, as he asked me what I wanted. Smiling, I told him I wanted to show him how I could get along. After talking for a few minutes, he let down his defenses and I went for his gun, knocking it into the brush nearby. I grabbed the stun gun from my pocket and quickly used it to subdue him. I spoke to him telling him to calm down and things would be okay real soon. This made him fight harder, so I hit him again with the stun gun and sat on top of his back while I cuffed his hands.

I then rolled him over and drug him out deep into the woods. To stifle his shouting I placed a pair of pantyhose around his mouth to keep anyone from hearing what was about to take place. I took him to where I had already set up a blanket on the ground.

“You know I think you’re really sexy?” I whispered to him as I dropped his body onto the blanket. I could tell he was really pissed off, but that was all the fun. He kicked his feet at me and spoke through the pantyhose in his mouth.

“Let me go you fucking bitch!” he managed to get out.

“When I’m done playing,” I said as I rubbed my hand over his cock.

I sat down beside him and put my hand between his legs and began massaging the inside of his thighs. Teasing him as my fingers roamed around the outside of his tight jeans. He couldn’t help but let his cock get hard as my smooth hand caressed his manhood. I knew I was going to fuck him, willingly or not.

I picked up a bottle of Tequila and took a large gulp, and then I took the pantyhose out of Joe’s mouth and forced him to take a long drink as I held it to his lips. He hesitantly took a big swallow, and then another.

I reached for my goodie bag near the edge of the blanket and his eyes got wide, wondering what I had in store for him. I brought out a knife and cut away all of his clothes, leaving him fully exposed to the cool night air. I stepped back, looking at his delicious body, “If you want to live, you’ll do everything I tell you.”

He looked at me with contempt, and then closed his eyes. I took a piece of ice from a Quik-Trip cup and began running it over his already cold body, sending goose bumps across his chest. Grinning wide, I placed some on his nipples making them hard and perky. I toyed with them, squeezing them as I pulled them with my other hand. To give him the most sensation, I then placed my warm mouth on his nipple and sucked it soft.

I began running my other hand between his legs, as my mouth warmed his other nipple. I was getting hot, even in the cold March night air. I could feel my pussy lubricating as I continued to rub his cock and run my tongue across his body. His cock was beginning to grow and began bobbing up and down. I excitedly watched his face as both my hands squeezed around his cock.

I stood and kicked his feet wide and then staked them to the ground by using some rope tied around his ankles. I slipped out of my jeans and tossed them in a pile near his cut up clothing. “Now just in case you forget, I’ve still got the knife, and I can use it at anytime.”

His eyes opened briefly, but quickly closed again when he felt my warm, wet mouth around his cock. My tongue worked its way around the head of his cock, coaxing out a few drops of pre-cum into my awaiting mouth. I rubbed his cock over my lips and then took him fully into my throat, enjoying the feeling of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

His cock was rock hard when I slid on top of him and placed his cock against the opening of my cunt. I wanted him to feel the most intense pleasure, so I grabbed a small vibrator and turned it on high as I slipped it into my anal opening. I then sat fully on his cock, letting it slid deep inside my cunt. My muscles clung tightly to his shaft and he let out a low moan.

I didn’t want it to end so quickly, so I pulled off and grabbed another small vibrator, and against his will I slid it slowly into his ass. I turned it on high as I grabbed his cock and forced it back inside my wet cunt. I could feel his balls tighten with enormous pressure.

I worked his cock back and forth inside my pussy, letting it rub against the bottom. I could see the intense pain and pleasure he was in as I watched his face with each stroke down on his cock. It was no longer cold outside, instead it felt like a warm summer breeze building up from inside of me.

Without warning, my pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing it until he began shouting he was cumming. I violently shook as my pussy exploded when I felt his cum hit the back of my cunt wall. Our juices blending and squirting out around his cock and running down between my legs.

I pulled off him and laid down exhausted beside him. I slipped the vibrators out and laid them beside the blanket. I released the ties around his legs and sat him up to remove the cuffs. The second I removed the cuffs he quickly knocked me to the ground and smiled. Within minutes I was the one staked to the ground spread eagle, and being thoroughly searched.

“Pay back is a bitch,” he said as he sat on top of me and held the gun to my head as he placed his cock in my mouth.

First Time in Adult Toy Store

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 06:21:00 +0000

I felt like a little kid in a candy store. This was my first time in an adult toy store and I had never seen so many fun things in one place in my life. I guess I was more naïve than I thought. I was not sure what some of things even were. Here I was, 40 years old, and the only toy I had ever used was a basic vibrator.

The man behind the counter asked me if I had any questions. I almost said how many do you have. It was then I noticed that I was the only customer in the store. All of these toys and I was the only one here? This made no sense to me. So my first question to the man was to ask where everyone was. He explained that most people bought their toys on the Internet these days. He added that people did not want to be seen in this kind of store when they could place an order in the privacy of their home and have it delivered in a plain brown package.

I guess that made sense. I went back to my browsing. I stopped at the case with lotions and lubes. I wonder what “motion lotion” is, I thought to myself. Evidently, the question showed on my face, as the man again asked if I needed any help. I asked about the lotion. He explained it could be put on a man’s cock and it got hot when you blew on it or from the friction of a woman’s pussy. It sounded interesting and I asked him if I could put some on my hand. He took my hand and poured a little of the lotion on the top of it. He gently rubbed it into the skin. He then lifted my hand toward his mouth and he blew on it. A shiver shot through my body. If it felt this good on my hand, I could only imagine how it would feel on my pussy, or a man’s cock for that matter.

As if reading my mind, the man asked if I would like to try it out on him. I could only stand staring at him in stunned silence. It was then I noticed that he was a very attractive man. I also noticed that he had the beginnings of a bulge in his pants. Between the lotion on my hand and the sight of his bulge, I could feel my pussy getting wet. With a smile on his face, he watched me as I contemplated the situation. Taking my silence as an assent, he unzipped his pants and allowed them to fall to the ground. He was not wearing anything under his pants and I was now looking at his rock hard erection.

He took some of the lotion and began to massage it onto his cock. He was moaning as he continued to rub the lotion into his skin. I love the sound of a man’s moans. Just hearing him made my pussy get wetter. He placed one hand on each of my shoulders and with a gentle prod had me on my knees in front of him. The smell of the cherry lotion was mere inches away. He told me to lick his cock as if it was a cherry lollipop. I leaned forward and began to lick. Not only could I taste the cherry, I could feel the heat on my tongue.

His moans became louder. His sounds encouraged me to continue. I began to lick his cock with slow, deliberate strokes. I started at the bottom and licked my way up his shaft to the head and back down again. The more I licked, the louder he moaned. I was close to orgasm from just listening to him. I put the tip of his cock into my mouth. He began to push more of his cock into my eager mouth. The heat of the lotion felt wonderful. If it felt half as good on his cock as it did in my mouth, he was surely in heaven. My thoughts were confirmed when he told me how great it felt. He told me it felt like his cock was on fire. He told me to suck him harder. I did as I was instructed.

I started fucking his cock with my mouth faster and faster. The faster I went, the hotter he got and the more he moaned. Suddenly, an animal like noise began to erupt from him and he shot his hot, sticky cum down my throat. This was quickly followed by another spray, and then another. With a final grunt, he shot the last of his load. There was so much cum in my mouth, it was now seeping out and dribbling down my chin. He slid his still hard cock out of my mouth and lifted me up to him. With his tongue, he licked his cum off my face. He told me it was my turn now.

He walked over to one of the shelves, picked up a couple of items and returned. He set them down under the counter where I could not see what they were. He reached around behind me and unzipped the back of my skirt. As it fell to the ground, he saw I was not wearing any panties. He could also see the pussy juices glistening as the light hit my cunt. He took the bottle of motion lotion and poured some into his hand. He began to massage it on my pussy lips and clit. I could feel the warmth immediately. He took what remained in his hand and massaged more of it onto his cock. He told me to close my eyes. I felt something silky slide onto my head and over my face. When he told me it was okay to open my eyes, all I saw was darkness. He had blindfolded me!

A shiver went through my body. I had never been blindfolded before, but it was an incredible turn on. He then told me to put my hands behind my back. I was getting a little nervous, but complied with his request. He slipped something soft over my hands and onto my wrists. It did not hurt, but I could no longer move my hands. A feeling of fear mixed with pleasure washed over my body. I was standing in a store blindfolded, my hands restrained behind me, and my dripping pussy exposed. I was so aroused I was on the verge of orgasm.

He moved his body closer to mine, so that I was now up against a wall. I could feel the head of his cock touch the lips of my pussy from behind. He placed a belt around my waist and then placed a vibrating toy over my clit area. That was all it took. I shuddered in orgasm, but he was just beginning. He guided the head of his cock into my pussy as the vibrating continued its assault on my clit. He grabbed a hold of my hips with both of his hands and brought our bodies closer, making him to shove more of his cock inside of me. I usually like to watch a man as he penetrates me with his cock, but the lack of my sense of sight only intensified my sense of feel.

His cock felt soooo good. The hardness and the lotion were an intoxicating mix. He began to pump me. He started slow and gentle at first, and then picked up the pace. The faster he got, the more I could feel the heat of the lotion on his cock and on my pussy. He began to fuck me harder and harder. His balls were slamming against me with each thrust. Before I knew what hit me, I came again, but he was not about to stop. With both hands restrained behind my back, I could not stop him anyway, but stopping was the last thing I wanted him to do. I could not see the look on his face, but his moans and shouts told me what I needed to know. He was enjoying this as much as I was.

He kept up his fast, hard, steady pumping for several minutes. Just when I thought I could not take it any more, I felt anal beads being shoved up my ass very slowly. I tried to pull away because I had never done anal before, but I felt his hands on my ass gently rubbing me until I began to relax. Once the last huge ball went inside my ass and closed around the smaller part of the wand, he began pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, and sent my body to a place that I had never been before. Pain was mixed with pleasure and took me to heights that I had never been before.

With several more hard thrust, my pussy grabbed hold of the cock in my pussy and wouldn’t let go. I felt cum shooting deep in my pussy and splash against the very back wall of my cunt, causing my entire body to shake as I began cumming. As I was cumming he slowly pulled the anal toy out of my ass sending wave after wave of orgasms washing over my body. I had never felt anything as intense as that in my entire life. He unloaded so much cum and with such force that cum was pouring out like thick soup from my pussy.

We finally collapsed into one another, totally drained. After catching our breath for a few minutes, he reached around and took off the restraints. I reached up and lifted off the blindfold. It was then that I learned it was his wife who was fucking me with a fake cock that shot out cum whenever she pushed a button. It was one of the many toys they sold in their store. What a great way to demonstrate a product! I was sold. I ended up buying all of the toys we used that day. I must admit, I now purchase all of my toys online, but I have been back to his store many times to test out the new merchandise he and his wife have on their shelves.

Sex Without Pain is Like Food Without Taste

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 04:01:00 +0000

I pulled the 9mm from the small of my back and held it to his left side as I escorted him to the back of his patrol car. I removed his set of cuffs and used a pair to handcuff his hands behind his back. I then ordered him into the backseat of his car.

I was now in the driver’s seat. I was the one in control. I got behind the wheel of his car and drove away from the scene.

“Where in the hell are you taking me?” he demanded in a violent voice.
“Oh, we are just going for a little drive. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”

“If you are trying to kidnap me, you’ll never get away with it. You’ll get put in jail for a very long time.”

He continued to rant on and on without my interruption. I decided to let him get it all out of his system before we got where we were going. He continued to talk as I drove down several deserted roads. When I was sure we were alone, and no other cars in site, I pulled off the road into a pasture.

“I know where we’re at. You’ll never get away with this.”

When I opened the back door to the squad car, he began begging me not to kill him.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you yet. I just don’t want you to see where we’re going.”

I used a piece of duct tape and place it over his eyes. I knew it was going to hurt like hell when I pulled it off, but that was going to be a part of the fun I was going to have with him later. I then pulled a ski hat down over his eyes to make sure he couldn’t see anything but could still easily breathe. After all, I wanted my prize fresh and in good shape for what was to come.

I drove around for several more miles, even in circles a couple of times to confuse him to where we might be going. I finally pulled into the old farmhouse that was once owned by my parents. After their death, I began living alone in the house, reconstructing two rooms into one huge room until it look like a dark dungeon. I had painted all the walls and ceilings black and hung chains, cuffs, and swings from beams above black painted concrete floors. Mounted on the walls and on shelves were whips, paddles, and other devices used for torture. The only light in the room came from a large screen TV that played violent porn non-stop. I was hooked on watching the way their faces looked when they were being violated.

Even though my prize was cuffed in the backseat of his patrol car, he was big and strong enough to cause me some problems when trying to bring him into the house. At first, I thought about drugging him in some way, but decided I wanted him fully awake so he could experience all the feelings of being alive.

I held the gun to his head and instructed him to get out of the backseat. “Now listen. If you don’t do what I say, I’m going to shoot you right now,” I said holding the gun firmly against his temple. “I’ve done this before. So don’t make any quick moves, because I can kill you.” I then snapped my fingers, “Just like that and you’re gone forever!”

I wanted to dominate him, control him, and own him like a slave.

I led him down a short walkway to the front door, using one hand to hold the gun at his temple and the other hand on the cuffs behind his back.

He began begging again, “You don’t have to hurt me; I’m not going to fight with you.” He continued to try to reason with me as I pulled him through the door into a scary scene. I whispered into his ear, “I’ll show you things you won’t believe. You’ll enjoy staying here with me.”

I had changed completely, transforming into something evil. When I ripped the tape from over his eyes, he let out a panicked scream. He looked around the room and then directly at me. I must have looked like the devil, pure and simple. He was frozen with fear. Before he could run, I looped a chain that was swinging freely from the ceiling around the cuffs and then locked the chain in place. I then cut away all his clothing and threw them in a pile in one corner, leaving him completely nude. I forced him to spread his legs wide enough until each one was securely placed in a leg iron.

He was at my complete mercy. “You’re going to stay with me forever.”

I undid the handcuffs and forced him to lift his hands over his head, which he did. Then I used a leather strap to tie his wrist to a bar that was suspended in the air. I could feel him trembling as I touch the muscles in his arms and chest. I wanted to degrade him, make him feel less than human, so I put a pair of black leather pumps, a bra, and pair of women’s lace panties on him. I then used bright ruby red lipstick to apply to his lips.

“You look so sexy and beautiful,” I whispered into his ear. I grabbed his ass check with one hand and squeezed hard as I kissed him full and hard on the lips as I held a knife to his chest.

He knew I was building up to something, and cold sense that something horrible was about to happen. I gave him one last smile before I pick up a whip from a corner shelf and began hitting him across his chest and then his ass. He let out a shriek cry for help, but that only made me hit him more and harder. I picked up a paddle and began smacking him across his ass until it had become beet red. It was then that I looked down and noticed his cock was rock hard.

“Oh my. It looks like someone is getting excited,” I said reaching down and grabbing hold of his rock hard cock. I began squeezing and massaging his cock roughly in my hands. I thought he was going to shoot his entire load when I reach up and violently twisted one of his nipples in my other hand.

“Don’t loose your load or I’m going cut off your penis and eat it for my lunch,”

I left him hanging in the air as I placed an even more violent pornographic movie on the big screen that featured other naked people being hung up in the air as he was. It played in the background as I began to think of ways to torture my boy toy. I left him watching the porn while I began melting a pot of wax.

I smoked a blunt to help ease the pain of my headache, and to enhance the feelings of what I was about to experience. Full control. It was time to continue.

I had left him hanging in the air, wondering if I would ever return to continue my torture. I could hear his cries from the other room as he begged me to let him down. The wax in the double boiler had become a streaming pot of hot liquid. I removed it from the stove and sat it close enough that he could easily see what was inside. He once again began his begging, “Please don’t kill me. I have family and friends. I don’t want to die. Please let me go. I’ll do anything you want. Please let me down.”

“I don’t want to kill you or anyone, but I’m not through with you yet. I just want to torture you for my own private pleasure.” I could see in his eyes how frightened he was and this excited me tremendously.

I then slowly picked up a straight razor, its steel blade gleaming, and ran the razors edge across his chest. Red droplets as fine as lace appeared and then rolled down his chest. He let out shallow hysterical, exhausted sobs. I picked up the still streaming hot wax and then began slowly dumping it over the area where I had exposed his pink inner flesh. He let out a scream as if someone had struck him hard in the belly. I continued pouring the wax down over his chest and let it flow down between his legs in a stream of warm wax, allowing it to coat portions of his genitals. The wax hardened around his chest, stopping the bleeding from the wound I had inflicted.

“I hate you, you fucking nasty bitch!!!” He shouted loudly and then spit in my direction.

If only he knew how many men had been where he was now hanging. I blame men for everything. Everything evil that has happened in this world has happened because of men. Still I couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked so beautiful. But I knew he was the type that would never be interested in someone like me. If only someone like him would love me, and spend time with me just lying around in each others arms. But I knew he couldn’t stand me. It forced me to want to do unspeakable acts upon his body.

“You’ve been a bad boy Mr. Officer. A very ba-a-dd boy.” As punishment, I began beating him with a belt leaving huge marks across his chest, abdomen, genitals, arms, legs, hands, and feet. I received great pleasure watching his face cry out in agony. When I tired of the beating, I picked up pins from small box and began sticking them into various parts of his body. I wanted him to remember this experience for the rest of his life.

I removed the wax soaked bra and placed clothespins on his nipples and then several on cock and ball sack. His first, middle, and last name was all the same – pain. When cries became silent and turned to pleads of forgiveness, I creased my torture. I wanted to show him comfort and that I wasn’t a bad person. “Tell me that you like what I’m doing. Tell you want more. Tell me you want to stay with me forever.” I wanted to brainwash him into believing he wanted to be with me until his dieing day. We would only have each other.

“Please I’ll do anything you want. I’ll never leave you. I’ll love you forever.”

I removed the harden wax soaked panties by cutting them loose from the side. His semi-hard cock flopped out, as he remained hanging in the air. I eagerly took him in my mouth and began showing him pleasures he had never felt before. I licked his cock up and down like a pony sucking on a salt block. His honey-colored hips and buttocks were tense which made his muscles stand out as I held onto him. He was all mine.

I reached over to one of the shelves and picked up a jar of Vaseline. I opened it and stuck my hand into the cool, gooey gel. To calm him, I stroked his cock gently in my other hand. I found his bottom and quickly pushed my finger into the opening. He let out a yelp of fear, yet pleasure as he squeezed his hole tight against my entrance. I pushed harder as he slowly began to open. As his ass opened wider to me, I slipped in a second finger, stretching him even more. He fought it at first, but soon gave way to its pleasurable, relaxed feeling.

The more carefully and precisely I had administered caresses and affections, the more inflamed he had become with desire. I wanted to fulfill all his exotic appetites with the most varied of pleasures. Desperately seeking to escape, yet mesmerized by the visions of what was to come.

“That’s a good boy. Do as you are told and you’ll never want to leave.” He nodded in compliance. I was secure in the fact that I thought I had complete control of him and his mind. I stepped behind him and removed the leather strap that was keeping him suspended in the air. He let out a cry of agony as his arms dropped. I removed the cuffs and then the leg irons. He stood there silently, trying to catch his breath and recover from the intense feelings he was experiencing.
Without warning, he lunged forward at me, knocking me down with a violent crash. It sent me flying back against a small cot that laid on the floor in one corner.

“So you think you’re in fucking control!?! Wrong! I am a law enforcement officer, so I have control at all times!” He screamed violently at me as he pinned my arms down to the cot. He was much stronger than I was and able to control my body with little ease. “Now it’s my fucking turn and I’m going to rape you until you scream. Do you fucking understand you fucking cunt?!!!”

He picked up a pair of scissors that sat on a corner shelf and began cutting away my clothing. Not caring if he occasionally knick my body, causing small beads of blood to rise to the skin. He looked long and hard at body, staring at my long batting eyelashes, and my perky breast that screamed to be touched. He wanted me more than he had ever wanted any other woman. He ran his hands roughly over my long shapely legs, scraping his fingernails across my body as he came upward towards my vaginal opening. He inserted one of his fingers and began bringing my wetness to the outer opening of my vagina.

“You fucking bastard! Let me up!” I screamed in a loud voice. He began repeatedly slapping me across the face until a small amount of blood oozed from the corner of my mouth. He then leaned down on me and began biting my nipples making pain sensations rush throughout my body. He placed his knee between my legs and shoved them apart easily, even as I protested against him. I pushed and screamed at him to get off me, but he continued his relentless attack against me.

“So you like fucking with people? Well now it’s my turn to fuck you!”

His ridged hard cock split open my vagina lips, and he rammed his cock all the way to the back wall of my cunt in one quick motion. My inner cunt muscles grabbed hold of his cock with such strength that is almost caused him to loose all the fluids that had been building up for the past several hours. He felt extremely huge inside of me, stretching my walls to their limit. I continued trying to push him off me as he entered me again and again with such force that I felt like I was being split in two.

Just as violently as he had entered me, he flipped me over with ease and enter me doggie style. He grabbed the back of my hair, pulling it with enough force to bring tears to my eyes. “Beg for me to stop!” he shouted between thrust. “How do you feel being raped? Violated? Made to feel like an animal?” I didn’t know what to say to him or how to respond other than to call him names, like a fucking pig, bastard, dog that he was.

He slapped me hard across my ass tuning it a deep shade of red. “I want you to feel as much pain as I felt.” He picked up a large anal dildo from among one of the many varieties that sat along side each other in a box. He lubed up the tip of the dildo and placed the narrow end against the opening to my tight ass. He kept his cock buried deep in my cunt as he slid the dildo into my ass in one quick motion. I let out a scream and tried to pull away from his tight grip. His strong muscular arms held me in place as he pushed his cock and the dildo in and out of my holes.

The force of his weight slamming into my body forced me down almost flat on my stomach. It didn’t stop his assault. He pulled the dildo from my swollen sore ass and ran his much larger cock deep inside me. With all his force and strength, he went in and out of my ass pumping me harder and shouting at me what a nasty bitch I was. I was nothing but a piece of trash to him. He picked up a different vibrator from the box, turned it onto a high setting, and inserted it fully into my soaking wet sore pussy. My loud moans turned to screams as he fucked my ass and the vibrator rotated around inside my pussy.

“Please stop! I can’t take it any more!” I begged him to release me but he continued his finally assault by reaching around and stroking my clit with a rapid motion. “That’s right bitch! Beg for me to stop!”

Within seconds, I felt my body expand beyond all limits, and all at once, an explosion of exquisite force rocked my body into spasm after spasm. I had never cum so hard. Feeling my contractions he began releasing his built up load. I could feel it splashing against the back wall of my vagina as it poured from the tip of his cock. Pleasure filled me like warm mist. I felt his cock go limp and he pulled out releasing his grip to the back of my head.

We fell exhausted to cot and laid there breathing hard. When we both had caught our breaths, we turned to each other and embraced for a long hug. He held me tight and whispered, “I am forever yours.”

“Happy Valentines Day baby. I love you. Hope you enjoyed your fantasy,” I whispered back to him.

Night Fantasy

perdure1234@aol.com (Perdure) — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 07:38:00 +0000

I long for the night to descend into darkness. It is the time for erotic dreams to invade my slumber. Where I can be free to indulge my lust with my fantasy lover. To live in a dream world for a short time. The mind is a powerful drug to produce such prurient thoughts. It is here that I awaken with a passion that only he knows.

When I retire for the night I know my head is going to be filled with sexual escapades with my fantasy lover. I let my mind wander and fill with erotic scenes of passion filled lust between us. There are times when I envision him coming here in the middle of the night. I close my eyes and purge all thoughts except of him. I can feel a numbness wash over me as I drift off into deep slumber. Somehow he finds his way in. I never arouse from my sleep. I know in my heart that it is him. Without conscience thought I sense his presence near me.

I whisper his name as he walks towards me. I can see in my mind his sensuous lips as he leans down to kiss me. Oh what soft delicious lips he has. I am not able to move. I am his for the taking. I want him to take me. To stroke the burning fire he has lit in me. I need to feel him buried deep with in me.

He slips his clothes off and climbs into bed with me. My subconscious feels his presence next to me. In my deep sleep state of mind I know I can feel free to love him. I don’t want to open my eyes because I am afraid if I do then he will disappear. Then I will know it was all in my mind. For I want to cherish this dream and forever keep it with me.

I feel the warmth of his breath against my cheek as I hear him whisper to me. I can’t seem to make out what he is saying to me. Maybe his seductive words to me are in Spanish. I don’t know. It could be that I am hearing him and yet not comprehending what he is saying. I do know that my brain is responding by the tone of his voice, so low and husky sounding. His seductive voice adding fuel to my fire. It is like lava flowing through my veins and it pools into wetness between my legs. I ache deep inside.

Wanting to have him fill me. I arch my body up towards his. I can feel his hard erection pressed against my belly. I turn my head and our lips connect ever so lightly. I wrap my arms around him. Our kiss deepens. Our tongues mating to let us taste the sweetness of each other. The kiss seems to last forever. I am writhing under his weight. I need so much more. As if sensing my incredible need for him, I feel the heat of his fingers caressing my swollen breasts. Massaging, squeezing, pinching my nipples until they are hard and erect.

I want to scream out but his lips are locked to mine. His kisses leave me breathless and light-headed. He breaks the kiss and moves his mouth to my breasts. Nibbling and sucking on them sends a thrilling sensation throughout my body. I hold his head in place. I want him to continue to lave them with his tongue. I am drugged by him. Made defenseless with his manipulations of my body. I tremble as I feel his fingers slide into my throbbing pussy. I push my hips up against his hand. He knows just how and where to move his fingers to give me the greatest pleasure.

It is so incredibly intense. He is stimulating my g-spot. I can hardly rationalize what is happening to me. I can only feel the intensity and the sexual thirst I have for him. My body responds wildly to his expert foreplay.

Then suddenly I feel his body pull away from me. I groan and reach out to grab him. But instead I grab air. As I whimper in my sleep at losing him I again feel his presence. What joy my heart beats once again. I feel my body sliding forward, being pulled gently with strong hands. He is kneeling down before me spreading my legs wide apart. He cups my butt in his hands. He lowers his head and proceeds to devour me in this manner. With his soft tongue licking and teasing my clit. I hear myself moaning with pleasure. I have truly died and gone to heaven.

My senses are highly aroused by this carnal knowledge of what he is doing to my cunt. He is lapping up my juices as my twat secretes them. Driving his tongue into my recesses. Flicking it over my distended clit. He is making me squirm and thrash about on the bed. My body is striving for release. He has taken me beyond the point of no return. I need release. With him sucking and licking on my cunt I finally explode.

My legs are tingling, my pussy is pulsating and I am floating in a bath of exotic bliss. He is savoring my love juices as I explode into the heavens. I have slipped into a swirling vortex of euphoria. Slowly he kisses his way back up my belly to my lips. I can taste my nectar on his lips. It is a complete turn-on all over again.

I reach down and grab his hard cock and stroke it slowly. I can feel the moistness seeping out from the head. I need to taste him. I crave his masculine essence. It is like an aphrodisiac to my senses. I run my hands up and down his slick hot body. I can feel little tremors coursing through him as I skim my hands over his muscled mass. I am intoxicated by his flesh as I touch him. My eyelids are heavy with sleep but yet I feel so incredibly awake. The darkness enfolds us in its cloak to bring together as one. Our bodies enmeshed in the erotic mating ritual.

I kiss and nibble my way down to his abdomen and find his rigid shaft waiting to be worshiped. I close my mouth around its velvety head and taste the precum as it oozes out. My god, I think I might come again with just doing this to him. I hear him moan as I suck his hard cock. Licking it all over, feeling it tighten as I increase the pressure of my mouth on it. I force my mouth all the way down its length. His musky scent filling my senses. I massage his scrotum at the same time. I can hear his intake of breath. Knowing that I am pleasing him has made me so wet again between my legs. I cannot get enough of his taste. The rigid hardness of his cock in my mouth is a balm to my raging libido. I need him. To taste him, to feel him, to touch him. To give back what he has given to me. This is not how he wants to end.

He grabs my shoulders and pulls me up and rolls me over on my back. His hot body settles between my legs. Slowly, inch by inch, he slides his cock into my slick cunt. Over and over he pulls out and slowly slides back in. What pure agony….what pure blissfulness. I love it. His control is mind-boggling. I am so ready to explode. He can tell I am near the edge. I am crying please baby give it to me. After many torturous strokes he plunges deep into me. With his hips pressed tightly against mine, he rotates his hips as I am bucking up to him.

He is driving me crazy, teasing me so. I grab his ass and wrap my legs tightly around him. He finally maneuvers his pelvis to rock with mine in a faster tempo. We are grinding and rocking good. It doesn’t take much time as I can feel his cock swell and become steel hard before his release. I hold him tight against me as I scream out,” OHHHHH BABY, BABY ,BABY!!!! YES THAT’S IT,BABY. FUCK ME. FUCK ME HARDER. OH YES , DO IT BABY. OH MY GAAAAWD!!!! OH BAAAAAABY!!!!!!!!

I feel his warm foamy seed spilling into me as his body jerks with ejaculation. His soft moans in my ear send delicious chills down my spine. He is totally spent as he collapses on top of me. I bask in the warmth of his body as it covers mine. I hold him tight to my chest. I don’t want to let go. I clench my inner pelvic muscles to hold him inside me longer. It feels so good to be locked together like this. How can I let go? But I know dawn is upon us and we must part.

I feel his sweet lips once again on mine as he gives me a tender passionate kiss. I hear him whisper again in my ear. I feel the weight of his body disappear from mine. I roll onto my side and drift off into blissful sleep. I love my erotic dreams of forbidden passions with him. I slip into a deep sleep with a contented smile on my lips.

I awake with a start in the morning, remembering the night of hot steamy sex with him. Then I realize it was only a dream as I let out a sigh. I reach down between my legs and feel the sticky residue of our coming together. I gasp as I wonder how did this happen and was it real or imaginary? Will I ever know the truth? Will my fantasy man invade my dreams again tonight? I can only wait until the darkness descends once again to find out.