Friday, January 12, 2007

CumSlutFuckWHore Diary 1/10/07

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 1/10/07
Copyright Deni Wom 2007

I had ordered a powerful computer from a two person computer company two weeks ago. I wanted one built to my specifications, and that would always have a repair guy here in town that would and could come over immediately if something wasn’t working right.

Well, my new computer arrived today, packed in the arms of a young man we can call John for our own prurient purposes.

He smiled his boyish smile at me as he explained it had a steel box, not a cheesy aluminum one, and had the latest graphics processor, memory chips, etc.

I was impressed.

He was sooooo adorably cute! I would guess he was about 22 or so. Slender, short, and had a cute little mustache that made his mouth seem ever so kissable.

The computer was black and grey, big, and masculine looking.

John was surprised when he saw me ype that I thought we should christen the computer. But he dutifully began to cross himself and mouth his best Catholic christening prayers.

He was shocked when he opened his eyes to see me with my dress lifted, softly, sensuously caressing the computer case with my bald naked pussy lips. I was already too far gone to care.

I lifted my left leg and began to rub my cleft along the edges of the brute. I shivered as the cold steel softly ran along my clittie, which was ever so hard and needy.

John’s eyes were riveted to what I was doing. His trousers were tenting nicely.

I reached over and cupped my hand over his nice little tent as I continued to stimulate my cunt with the cold steel. He didn’t object when I began to unbuckle his trousers. His eyes followed my hands as they freed him of his inhibiting garments.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHGGAAAAAAAWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!” he moaned when my mouth began to suckle his hard little penis which was perfectly proportioned to his small body. His hands went involuntarily to my head, caressing my hair, his fingers alternately pulling my hair then holding my head.

He was already so hard that could easily take him to the back of my throat with each lusty bob of my head.

I adore sucking mens’ cocks. I adore the taste of their sperm. And I received my reward only a few minutes into our nefarious activity.

John whimpered “Oh gawd Deni, I-I-I-I‘m gonna to cum!” He tried to pull out of my mouth, probably having heard other women warn him not to salt their tongues with his sperm. But I had already wrapped my arms around his cute little butt so he could not get away. I craved for him to reward me with his crème.

He bucked ten or twelve times feeding me his wonderful savory sauces. About his sixth fuck-a-buck I was cumming too, my soaked and gaping pussy viciously raping the smooth steel case of the computer.

John began to soften, so I slowed my loving assault on his member, ceasing to move my tongue, and only nursing with small slow movements of my mouth. In about thirty seconds, he began to harden again. Young men can recover so damned fast! I love it!

I pushed his shirt up and pulled it over his head. I think he was too shocked by what was happening to him to have any logical thoughts as I got him wonderfully naked.

He had a nice cute little six pack and hard little nipples. My fingers had taken over on his cock and my mouth was therefore freed to pursue other adventures. His nipples were so instantly responsive to my suckling mouth!

A few moments of divine lust on his nipples and I moved to his mouth, teaching him how a rabid woman likes to tongue fuck her lover. He caught on quickly.

It occurred to me right then that he was a virgin.

I was going to get to pop his cherry!

The thought made me cum again, my wetness drenching his penis and scrotum as I wracked out my own wet lascivious spew.

When I had recovered I again attacked his mouth as I moved my hard clittie to his stiff penis. I dueled him for a few moments, then grasped his shaft and guided him to my wet gaping opening.

As I sank onto his cock, his soft voice broke and his eyes teared up. He fell in love with my pussy right then and there.

Man after man has told me that my pussy is incomparable. I take great pride in making certain that my vaginal musculature is in tip top shape. My body began to milk his penile teat. As my hips rose and fell on his masculinity, his eyes shone their enduring love at me.

Actually I suspect that he simply fell in love with pussy in general.

But he did begin to buck again, and I was righteously showered internally with his second blessing.

After we regained our sanity, he set my new computer up, not stopping to clean my clear soilings from its steel case. He chattered continuously, happily as he worked. His cute little naked butt sitting on my chair was soon making me think about sex again.

His eyes would periodically caress my naked ness as well. His cheeks would blush bright red each time I caught him looking at my breasts or pussy. He was fascinated by my predilection for gathering his creamy essence from my loins in order to sample it.

Finally my new sex toy computer was set up. My sweet nerd stood up and smiled proudly at his creation. His cocklet was at “semi-hard” stage.

I again knelt in front of him and welcomed his renewal into my mouth. I love catching a man soft and rejuvenating his need.

And at his tender age, it took all of fifteen seconds for his trusty little helmet to be nudging my epiglottis. And then it took me another fifteen seconds to move it from my mouth to my needy opening below.

We hammered each other for at least fifteen minutes this time. He won our slamming duel though. I came three times before he had re-endowed me with his inalienable rights.

I smiled softly as I watched him walk out the door to my office so tall and proud as he returned to his car, ready to take on the world as a man now. All doubts he had about making a woman happy were gone.

I was inescapably satisfied proof of that!

Monday, January 01, 2007

Watching Deni

Copyright Deni Wom and Wanda “Lieza” Kominski 2003 a fantasy (mostly)

Watching Deni

As you drive along the freeway, you look over and smile at me. The twinkle in your eyes makes me smile back at you with as much love as I feel. Deni is dozing between us and you have watched me periodically reach over and caress her lovely breasts.
“Unbutton the bottom three buttons on her dress, Wanda,” you command me. We are both wearing new dresses you bought us just yesterday. You had taken us with you, and we had been displayed to every customer as you had made us change clothing in the dressing room without closing the drape. You had purposely allowed us to use the dressing room near the men’s section so that we were displayed to all of the men shopping there in their section. The dresses you decided on for us are button down the front white silk that is so sheer and smooth that all of our curves show through. Our new black bras you bought us are the half-cup push-up variety and the cups hold our breasts gently but firmly, our nipples fully exposed above the cup. You chose garter belts and stockings for us that are nude colored, but the snaps for our stockings are black, and the dark shadow is easily visible through the sheer fabric of our dresses. When I look at Deni, I can see her nipples pressing against the fabric as she sleeps, her head on my shoulder.
I reach down and unbutton the bottom buttons as you instructed me.
“Pull her dress apart so that I can see her lips, Wanda.” Again I comply with your wishes. I hear you sigh as you look at her tiny pussy lips, quiescent as she sleeps. Her delightful pussy lips are covered with snow-white hair, and their shape is not hidden at all from your loving eyes. Her lips are clearly visible, but they are tightly pulled together, as if she is cold. Indeed, the draft from the air driven by the fan of the air conditioner is running across her exposed body now that her dress is pulled aside.
“In the sack behind me are two handcuffs, Wanda, get them out and hand cuff her to the head rests without waking her.” I reach behind you and find the cold steel of the handcuffs by feel. I shiver at the thought of what is coming.
With slow movements and gentle touches, I move first one hand, then the other hand to the side of the headrests and click them closed on her thin delicate wrists.
“Now find the other set of handcuffs, and put them around her ankles.”
“Yes sir” is my only reply. I know how this is going to go down, and I feel my moisture begin to gather. I reach again behind you and find the last pair of handcuffs, then lean forward and gently link them around both of her ankles, delicate, thin, graceful. Her ankles are as graceful as the rest of her exquisite body.
“Now the spreader between her knees, my pet.”
“Yes Sir.” I feel my wetness begin to saturate the folds of my flower.
I find the spreader with its straps, and gently pull Deni’s shapely smooth knees apart and fasten them with the spreader bar. She is now fully exposed to our eyes and to our hands and mouths. My Master appears to be getting ready to enjoy himself with this wonderfully rounded and well shaped woman. So beautiful, so trusting, so vulnerable. I let my eyes roam her incredible body, reaching over to flick her nipple with the tip of my finger released from my thumb in a severe flicking motion that wakens her. Her beautiful rich brown eyes open, and she looks at her throbbing nipple that has just been brutally snapped. She starts to move her hand to her violated nipple but discovers her bonds. Her trusting eyes turn toward me and I smile at her in anticipation. Her head swivels, as if in slow motion, toward you and you smile at her with glee and lust clearly evident in your face.
“Unbutton the rest of her buttons.” you command me.
“Yes sir.” My hands move to the front of her new dress and slowly, deliberately unbutton her dress until she is fully exposed . Her plump breasts resting delicately in the half cup bra. One nipple still hard from the flick it has received. Her eyes have followed my hands as I expose her button by button. She has said nothing. Since her medical problem, she is mute. She cannot tell us to stop what is going to happen. A small tear forms at the corner of her eye as she gazes at me in abject submission and acceptance of what we both know is about to happen. Her eyes tell me she forgives me for what I have done, and for what I will do to her. I murmur “Thank you, Deni, for understanding.”
The blue sign of a rest stop passes us and Master pulls onto the off ramp, slow, and parks the car in the middle of the parking lot that serves the public restrooms.
“Help me lower the top,” you say.
“Yes sir.” My standard answer when my voice wants to crack with emotion.
We lower the top and the noonday sun fills the car. Your incredible beauty is on full display to anyone that wants to look. Your breasts are fully visible, and your white hair is so pretty in the brilliant sun. The pussy that is partially covered with that white snow is fully lit by the sun. It sparkles like a jewel, inviting investigation. I take your sunglasses off the visor, and put them on you. You appear as a sunbathing nude on the Riviera.
Master puts his arm around my shoulders and we turn away and walk to the picnic tables where we eat our lunch. As we eat, we watch the people slowly edge closer to the convertible, checking out why the white haired woman is still sitting there when we have left. We watch the men and boys gather around the car and appear to be talking to each other, but are really looking at Deni through the corners of their eyes.
We watch mothers and wives walk over and slap their husbands, or grab the ear of their sons, as they discover what is happening, mauling them back to their cars and cursing under their breath.
A car loaded with road workers pulls up on the far side of and next to the convertible. Surprised faces of men stare out of the windows at my naked white haired, gorgeous friend.
She had lost her native hair color, brunette, in a lake in Northern California when she committed suicide. Her husband had left her without explanation, and she could no longer bear the pain of his absence. Every hair on her boy has turned white, pure-as-the-driven-snow white.
After animated discussions occurring inside the road worker van, the side doors opened and the road workers get out, circling the car that holds my Deni. We watch as they reached in to touch her, to see if she was real, if she is alive. She had not moved since they arrived. They became bolder and began to caress her beautiful firm breasts. One man leans in and is clearly stroking her pussy lips. The men all started laughing and joking, becoming juvenile in their behavior. Both car doors open and we watch two men get inside and turn toward her. The movements of their shoulders belie the fact that they are caressing and feeling her all over. We watch the man on her right raise up and unfasten his trousers, lower them, and begin to rub himself on her incredible body.
Still she does not move, nor react. She allows their activities without movement or struggle. They become bolder and move their organ to her mouth, pushing their engorged flesh against her lips. A hand goes behind her head, and another hand plugs her nose. Finally her mouth opens to gasp for breath and the cock of the man enters her full sensuous lips. He begins to pump in and out of her orifice. We watch her suck, her cheeks compressing then expanding as she services his rampant organ. In seconds he shudders in delight and withdraws, slumping back into the seat of the car. Another of the men pulls him out bodily from the car and mounts the seat, pressing his cock into her mouth. She does not resist and takes him into her warm wet haven for cum. We watch as her sensuous body begins to rock and move as her own orgasm approaches from the digital stimulation of the man in the driver’s seat. His fingers have been busy entering her, filling her, fucking her as she is servicing the men with her mouth.
Master stands up and with slow deliberate speed walks toward the car where the debauchery and rape is occurring. I follow, my eyes glued to the men that are having their way with my best friend. I can see that she is right on the very brink of orgasm.
With two quick powerful blows, the men in the car are rendered unconscious and unceremoniously dumped out of the car. We get in and Master starts the car and drives away.
Deni is gasping for breath, her hips are rocking in need of relief. Her mouth is still open as though suckling a cock. Her naked breasts are heaving in search of the hands that pleasured her there.
We drive on down the freeway, and as we pass trucks, Master slows to their speed and waits until the drivers look down and their eyes grow wide as they discover the precious jewel sitting there between us, naked, exposed, and in an obvious state of sexual excitement. Her face is flushed, her long nipples are hard and protruding from the tops of her cups. Her hips are rocking, searching for penetration, she is humping as best she can in her bound condition, to try to reach something that will pressure her there where she so badly needs it.
Truck driver after truck driver honks in appreciation and the word spreads as we drive north along the freeway. The drivers have all been given radio notice that Deni is coming toward them, and the eyes of the men are ready to receive their brief vision of this most incredible fettered body that is so obviously in need of sexual relief. Master passes the truck at just the right speed that the drivers get a full view of my gorgeous friend’s body, but no so long as to allow them to become so distracted that they become a danger driving.
My delectable friend’s need is stoked by this flagrant forced display of her naked body to stranger after stranger. Her sexual tension continues to build and build as her breathing becomes raspy and ragged with need. Master continues to drive and to show her to man after man, car after car, truck after truck.
My beloved Deni is beside herself with sexual tension. She cannot hide her body from view, she cannot reach anything that gives her the ability to orgasm, and she cannot cum because she is restrained. Her eyes beseech me for my touch, to give her the relief she needs, craves, has to have. Her mute mouth does not allow her to beg, but her eyes tell her story, her craving, her current obsession with achieving orgasm.
Master looks at me and says, “Don’t even think about it my little sex toy!”
Another mile or so Master looks at Deni, her eyes in pain from her sexual need, and softly asks, “So my little slut, how are you liking this?”
Poor Deni’s eyes beg him for relief from her torture. He reaches down and softly, gently strokes the delicate outer lips of her pussy. Her hips hunch forward in an attempt to reach sufficient pressure to reach her goal. His hands are so softly touching her that his hand is knocked away from her needy clit. She violently shakes her head in desperate need for him to touch her more there. Her silent scream of need is palpable. Her breathing advances to inadequate and she passes out from her need.
“Put the black one inside her, my little whore slut!” I reach behind the seat and find the black dildo that fits inside my friend so well. I insert my fingers into her sloppy wetness and spread her delicate lips, then slowly gently insert the implement inside her.
“When she wakes up, turn it on low, slut.” I nod my understanding. I return my hands to my lap. The wetness I am sitting in is uncomfortable, and the moisture that is spreading is now obvious on the front of my new dress. My nipples are so hard that I cannot believe that they are getting any blood at all.
Deni awakens and her hips start to wildly fuck the air in front of her. She tries to rub her cuntal lips along the seat under her, but the knee spreader prevents her that relief. She is shaking her head back and forth in violent action, needing her relief in such an intense way that I fear she will injure herself. I reach down and turn the impaling vibrating dildo to low.
Her already huge eyes open to maximum size and her mute mouth opens and closes in desperate need to scream.
For another mile our Master tortures her. A sign indicating an exit approaches and I breathe a sigh of relief as he pulls onto the exit ramp. He takes the overpass and stops at the middle of the bridge. He unlocks her hands from the headrests and gently lifts her out of the car. He carries her, knees still spread and sloppily wet cunt exposed, to the edge of the bridge and holds her there, exposed to the cars and other vehicle passing below.
“Slut, turn her vibrator up to high” he commands me. I scurry around to her front, reach between her sopping thighs, and turn the knob to high. I hear the answering buzz and watch as her hips buck in a violent fucking motion.
“Get out of the way slut, watch from the side as she cums for everybody.”
No sooner has Master said that than I hear her body begin to shudder so vigorously that it makes sound all by itself. Her head is thrown back and her tiny body arches an incredible orgasm, racked by her lewdly humping cunt and hips and her shuddering body, her cunt farting with loud, continuous expulsion of air that has been trapped there from her cunt being so widely open for so long in readiness of penetration by the male organ it so desperately craved. I watch as the wetness of her opening is flung about much like a dog when it shakes after emerging from the water. I watch as her female spurting ejaculate douses the vehicles passing below, each honking in support of the woman cumming in their full view, the truckers air horns blasting as they watch her tiny body cum in their full view.
After what seems like forever, my delicate beautiful best friend collapses from her orgasm, passed out cold. Hanging from Masters arms, fully naked and exposed to the viewing public. He holds her there for a long time, allowing each vehicle that had viewed her as they were passed by us to see her now, passed out from her orgasm, hanging there in full orgasmic splendor.
“Get the camera and take a picture from down there of me holding her here like this.” He points with his chin. I grab the camera from the back seat and run down the grassy slope to where he pointed and turn around to snap the picture he wants. CLICK! I hear him yell to keep shooting.
He reaches down and inserts his hand into her wet sloppy open cunt and looks at me as I again press the shutter button. He sets her dishrag body down against his legs, lowers his trousers, and then picks her back up. Turning sideways to me, he raises her above his rigid cock and I watch him impale her in that same location where the dildo had dropped out during her violent orgasm.
His massive arms raise and lower her, fucking himself in and out of her limp body as I continue to press the camera button. He soon fills her with his potent massive spray of manly sperm. I twist the lens to long distance setting just in time to film his massively thick cock as it emerges from her opening, and just as a huge glob of baby making white sperm drains out of her wet snatch, stretching from her cunt lips to his cock that has dropped to twelve inches below her cum filled cunt.
Master lays her in the back seat and we drive off, her lying there passed out and naked in the sunlight, still in full view of the passing cars, her legs still spread by the spreader bar so that her cunt, full of Master’s spunk, is clearly visible to all that look.
Master puts his arm around me and I slide across to be embraced by his arm as we drive along. He turns to look at me and I smile in contented happiness, just being here with him.

Mr. Big

This happened on my trip to Alaska the Christmas of 2003

Mr. Big

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

He walked in with two other airmen. It was New Years Eve morning. Looked like just another Air Force Officer to me. He was a white guy, which by itself was not too notable. A majority of men that had come to me to cum over the period of my vacation in Anchorage were black, but then there were a lot of white guys too. Ratio was probably like seven to three.
I noticed he didn’t hop right out of his clothing like most of the men did. He kind of held back, like he was extra shy or something like that. That of course piqued my interest because I am admittedly attracted to shy men. It is my nature to coax them out of their shell, and try to build their self confidence. My late husband was that way. In fact, now that it suddenly hits me, that is why he did what he did just before he died. Damn, the insights we have when we just sit down and think! Anyway, that is a story I have already written…………..
Over the six days of my vacation I had gotten to the point of not bothering to get dressed anymore unless I was meeting my son. The colonel’s place was nice and warm, and the guys were coming in (and cumming in me) any time of the day or night. So it was just a hassle to get my clothes on when a few minutes later I would be naked and fucking again. Pardon my crassness.
There had already been about a dozen in this morning including my new shy suitor. The phone line had come free, so while I was fucking the two black men I was also chatting through email with my Master. I have given my body to my Master, he owns me. I am his whore and I do what he tells me to whenever he has directions for me. Until today, that is.

As I was saying, this third man was shy and not undressing, even though the two men that cam e in with him were already naked and inside me, going for relief. I was so intrigued that I was not even becoming aroused inside my own body from the men using two of my appreciative openings, which is highly unusual. I am so sensitive to sexual stimulus that anything penetrating me will usually have me cumming in minutes.
I motioned him over to me and he slowly did walk over. I reached for his belt to release his body to me but he stopped my hand. His hands were huge. It should have been a warning to me, but I was so intrigued that I missed the significance of it.

His soft kind, gentle eyes just looked at me as we hung suspended for while there in eye to eye full frontal contact.

Picture this if you will, I am naked, on a bed, two men are fucking me simultaneously one up my ass and one going for broke in my cunt. I have my hand on another, a third man’s, belt buckle and I am just suspended there looking into his eyes. My body is wracking and jerking as the two other men fuck me and they are getting close to cumming, so they are getting very physical, yet I am just staring into his gentle sensitive and caring eyes as my hand rests in his, my hand clutching his belts tongue.

I feel one of the men inside me explode and the other feels the first one cum and his sperm fills me as well. Still we are staring into each others eyes. My new friend is trying to decide if he can trust me, I think.
I mouth “HI!” raising my eyebrows to seem friendly to him.

“So it’s true, you can’t talk?”

I nod my head.

He kneels beside me and hugs me as if to say its ‘OK, sweetheart, its OK!’

I feel tears in my eyes as his embrace accepts me for the flawed woman that I am. I cannot tell you how touched I am by this man’s ability to forgive me for whatever I may have done or am doing to him that offends him.

I think back to Ron’s letter to me where he says that my eyes have that infinite capacity to forgive just by looking at a person. Maybe this is what Ron meant when he wrote that.

The other two men are now dressing as my eyes again begin to assimilate what is happening in the space around me.

I turn my head up to him and he kisses my lips. Not possessive, not hard, not as if I am his next fuck, but a soft, gentle, giving, kiss of compassion. I remember thinking, “Hey! This guy can kiss!”

I turn to him and put my arms around his neck and draw him to me as I kneel there on the bed. Slowly he responds to my pulling and I topple over backwards and he lands on top of me, softly, catching his fall with his huge hands.

We kiss for what feels like an hour or so, but it could not have been that long, thinking back. It was just that time suspended when I was with him.

My hands move to unbutton his shirt. He allows me to do that as he continues to kiss me. My body is definitely responding to this man. I can feel my wetness begin to wash the previous man’s sperm from within me. My body is preparing, cleaning, a place for this new penis within me.

I feel slightly dizzy as my body rearranges its blood flow priorities in light of my newly occurring sensations.

I hear the little sound my laptop makes when I get email. Master has answered me, he is at his desk and we have several exchanges of email. I am so delighted to have nearly live interaction with Master that I almost forget that my new friend is beside me reading the incoming messages.

There is a pause in the emails, so I turn my attention back to my new playmate. I again reach for his belt buckle and this time he allows me to remove his fatigue trousers.

He is a boxers man.

I am thinking of that as I hook my thumbs in his boxers and I begin to draw them down. I look up at him as I pull them down. I am squarely in front of him as I stare at his wonderfully sensual eyes.

I feel a thud on my naked breasts as his boxers release him. I look down and there is the largest penis I have ever seen. Darker than his legs, long, thick, and incredibly suspended over a pair of shapely testicles.
My mouth drops open and I hear the ding of email arriving from Master. I respond with a message which tries to explain to Master how big his cock is. Master responds that I can not fuck him, not even put him inside me, but I may play with him and make him cum, just as long as he does not enter me.

“It’s OK, I always get told that, don’t worry about it.” I hear the clear sound of a rejected man, one who has heard it so often that he accepts it as fact now. I turn to look at his gorgeous sexy eyes and there are tears in them. I am jerked wide open in my sensations of feeling for this kind and gentle man.

I turn to him and kiss his cock and lick him and stroke his shaft. Soon I lube his shaft and pull his cock to my breasts and he fucks me there. I look again at his eyes and they are so sad, it breaks my heart.

I again email master that I have been complying with his edict and that I want to have this man but that I am losing my will power to not take him into me.

“Hey baby, please, don’t go against his word, it’s fine, no woman ever lets me into her, I understand, I am just to big. I would probably injure you , so just let me cum on your tits OK, baby? At least let me cum on your beauties?”

Again I lube him and place his cock between my breasts and try to wrap my breasts around his hard shaft. I turn so that he is fucking down to my belly and I can lick and suckle his balls and pucker. He is very clean and he has obviously prepared for this event. He smells so good, so fresh, so lickable and suckable.
And, oh my god, his cock is so huge.

I know from the pussy exercises that I do every day, (well not on this vacation because I have been fucking non stop) that I can receive his thickness into my body, but he is clearly too long to take fully into me without preparation, and maybe not even then.

I vacillate between complying with Master’s clear and concise direction, or following my heart and allowing him to enter me, to be his first woman, to give him the confidence that he will not permanently injure a woman by entering her.

This battle is a hard one, because I love Master deeply. He meets my needs instinctively. He makes me feel complete. His fantasies are my fantasies. We are so compatible.

Yet here is a kind gentle considerate man who has never known the joy of sex within a woman. He thinks he is unworthy of having a woman because god gave him a large penis. He is too empathetic to force himself onto a woman and therefore the few women he has gotten to know a little have rejected him for his ‘abnormality.’

As he is fucking my titties, I make a decision. It terrifies me that my Master, my Owner, my Lover may loose trust in me, but I cannot perpetrate that selfish lie that a big cock is not fuckable. For this man I will trust my Master to love me enough to still have me after I deliberately and with forethought go against his edict. I have to teach this kind gentle man how to get what he needs to be happy, how to find love as a man. How to give a woman that he loves his special love without her using superficial and incredibly insensitive rejections because he has a large penis.

I decide that I will have him, teach him, without cumming. I will give him pleasure without taking the ultimate pleasure myself. In fact, I will have someone take pictures of his cock inside me so that he can show them to his intended, his future and sought loved one. To show her proof that his penis does not in fact kill women, or permanently maim them.

With my decision made, I squiggle out from between his thighs, turn, push him back, and mount his hips.
I look down into his eyes and I see hope there.

I lie on his chest and we kiss for a long pleasurable moment. I move my lips to his ears and I breath my semblance of a moan into him.

He gets my message of hope.

I stand on the matress above him then squat, taking his huge phallus in my hand and holding it upright under me, between my legs. I look into his eyes and I smile at him.

“Oh my god, are you really……………….?”

I nod

“Oh god, please stop if it hurts you sweetie. I mean Little One.” This last phrase is said with a drawl. Apparently everybody on base knows that if they call me Little One with a drawl, I fuck and fuck until they cum and I cum.

I settle down slightly onto his huge phallic head until it is pressing my newly circumcised lips apart slightly. I look at his face and his eyes are riveted to my cunt and his cock head that is just starting its first trip into heaven. His eyes hold tears of joy now. His face is enraptured. His soft kissable lips are slightly parted.

I wiggle my hips in 360 degree circles for a bit as my body wets his glans. He is moaning now, not sure how it will feel, but desperate to experience this, his very first fucking. His cock head is huge, viewed from this angle. But I mentally compare it to my softball bat that has been inside me and I decide that it will fit into her, into the cunt my Master owns. The cunt that he has told me is not to ensheath this particular penis.

I watch our bodies joining too as I slowly, slowly descend onto his enormous penis. I have never had a cock anywhere this big inside me before, but I have had my bat, so I remind myself to just go slowly and let my body expand as I go.

I think of Jazz, one of my previous lovers, and his oversized cock and I realize how paltry his was in comparison. I grin to myself as I now think of his cock as being small. At the time I certainly perceived it large.

I think of my good friend Tayan and visualize her taking all of this thing into herself and not feeling it as oversized. I think of her lover we had nicknamed T, and her description to me of how he had so filled her, making her delirious in her cummings.

“Hey Little One, what you grinning about?”

I type him of my thoughts on my PDA. It helps him relax a bit to know that I am not in fear of him. His eyes tear again as he realizes that I am enjoying this slow penetration by his mammoth body.

I look into his eyes and try to tell him that he may have me in all three of my openings. I do not have confidence that he understands my intentions, but his mouth drops open in amazement as he realizes that I am turned on by his body.

“You really are not afraid of this cock, Little One?”
I shake my head and wink at him. He eyes begin to shed tears openly now, his lip trembling in his intense joy. I look down and see that I have now successfully taken over an inch of his cock head into my opening. His cock head is almost half way into her now, into my Master’s cunt. I must not think of that now, I have made my decision. Riding his cock like a pole-vaulter’s pole, I tilt over and let my knees come to rest on the sides of his torso. I kiss his lips again, all the time working my hips and pressing my body against his phallic head. His kisses are so caring, so tender and soft, that I linger there for a long time, absorbing a small portion of the huge amount of love this man carries within himself. All he needs is the right woman, I reflect.

I wonder as we kiss, whether a woman’s body would stay acclimated to his size, or if each day one would have to re-stretch herself. There are so many stories on the internet about how once your body is stretched it is never tight again. Then I realize just how much of a crock that is, because I have already taken a soft ball bat up my Master’s cunt and still men tell me (I bet I have heard it 200 times on this vacation alone) how tight my pussy is. So it is not how big I have been stretched in the past, but instead it is how in-shape my twat muscles are.

I feel his head slowly entering my body and realize that I have been pushing against him for at least five minutes by now.

I begin to raise myself away from his incredible kisses, and to again stand above him, pushing down on his cock so that he can fully have me.

As I am rising up, I slip and suddenly I am impaled on him, having pushed his head up into the very bottoming of my cunt.
His huge hands catch me and neither of us realize he has fucked me full until we both look down at our joining and see that he is two thirds into me.

He looks at me and I look at him and he smiles the most beautiful smile at me.

“HOLY SHIT! I am bottomed out in you aren’t I?”

I nod, smiling as big a smile as I have felt in a long time. His eyes overflow again as he realizes now what it feels like to be inside a woman.

“Little One, if there is a god in heaven, you deserve to sit on his right hand side!”

I smile again and wish I could tell him that I already have, several times in fact. But that is another story too.

I slowly rise until his cock head is just inside me and I hear him gasp. Then slowly I lower myself, feeling the elasticity of my body stretching around his knob as it enters me further and further until once again he is two thirds inside me.

My pussy is grinning from ear to ear as she realizes that she is stretched around a national treasure here.
Again I rise and descend on him, feeling my body thrill at his size. I look at his eyes and they are glued to my cunt opening as he watches his cock emerge and return into its heaven. The look on his face is as if he watching angels fly.

I decide to see if I can stretch myself to take all of him inside her. I already know that I can take all of him inside my bottom, my bat has shown that already. And I know that I can swallow him in my mouth, because that I have done before too. Well, almost this thick anyway.

But can I take his length inside me? That I have to know. That this man deserves to know. If someone my size can take all of his body, then no woman can use that as an excuse again. He deserves to know this answer.

During this descent onto his huge cock, I place my hand so that my fingers glide down his slickened shaft. I feel my body pulled into her as I descend, even stretching his cock shaft skin so that it wrinkles it as it slowly disappear as I lower myself.

Where he thinks I am going to stop and begin to rise again, I lift my legs slightly and he feels his cock head driven into my soft belly. I feel stretching and some pain, but it is bearable. I smile at him as I continue to let myself rest on his cock head that is at least eight or nine inches into my tummy. Slowly I sense movements inside my belly. I realize that my interior organs are beginning to move around a little to allow this intruder the room he demands to further enter me. I feel my cunt tunnel stretching in length inside me, yet even pulling the skin around my opening into itself as it does. I look down to see that my outer lips have begun to enter me right along with his huge cock. The skin around my opening is stretched tight now.

I look down and see the movement within my belly as his cock head continues to reach up into my tummy further and further. I can see the swelling of my tiny tummy as the cock head makes its way into regions that have never been penetrated before.

I look at his eyes as he watches his shaft continue to enter my body.

His eyes flick to mine and he realizes I am looking at him. He flushes bright red.

“Little One, I have no idea how you are doing that, but god damn please don’t stop now, baby!”

I chuckle silently as his eyes return to my cunt opening and he watches her take the last inch of him inside her. His pubic hair tickles my clit as they meet there between us.

I hiccup.

“O fucking god damn son of a fucking bitch!” he mumbles as his eyes tell him what his heart cannot believe. His arm reaches to my soft tummy and he gently caresses the bulge of his cock within me.

“How the fuck tall are you Little One?”

I hold up five fingers, then pull my hand across my throat to indicate I am five feet tall.

“Five feet zero inches?”

I nod, grinning at him in incredible pride.

“My fucking god!” I have noticed these military types swear more than the civilians I am used to.

In fact I have become accustomed to hearing them swear at the top of their lungs as they cum inside me all this week.

Slowly I rise off of him, wondering if my re-arranged internal organs will stay where they have just moved to. I take it nice and slow and do not feel any of them complaining at me. I lower myself again and he fills her up as we both watch. I take all of him with no problem.

I hiccup again.

Tayan will be so impressed with me.

I point at his cock as it emerges from within me and look puzzled and hold my hands apart and shrug at him.

“Twelve inches.”

I grin my biggest widest grin of the day. Tayan’s T had been twelve inches. I have never succeeded before today in taking over eight inches inside me. The pictures will definitely be worth having.

I hear the door open behind me and I hear voices. They suddenly stop as they see us so entwined.

“Holy shit, Jon, she has you fucked into her cunt!”

Well, I know his name now.

“Damn man, you better marry this woman if she can take that cock of yours like that brotha!”

“Look guys, I am!. I’m inside her body! I have fucked into her cunt! My cock is inside her fucking cunt!. She is incredible!.”

All three men stand there and gawk at my body impaled onto his cock.

“Well fuck man, her cunt ain’t gonna shrink back down now. You done stretched her out to be no good to us no more! FUCK! Gone and fucked her all up for us other brothas!”

I couldn’t resist it. I stood up and pulled off of Jon, then grabbed the mans hand that was complaining and shoved his fingers up me, then clenched her tightly.

“GOAOOAAAWD Damn! Feel this cunt here brotha, her cunt done clamped right back down tight!”

I turn to the next man and he fingers up into me too, his face showing amazement.

I turn to the last man and he of course has to finger me as well.

I walk on the bed back over to Jon’s cock and pick it up and lower myself nonstop onto him until his cock has again entered my cunt fully, bottoming deep inside my belly. I realize I can feel his head nudging my stomach a bit. I look down and sure enough the bulge of his cock stops just below my rib cage. I hiccup. Two black hands reach up and caress the shadow of his bulge on my belly.

“Weyaa! I be go to hell! Here’s his fucking cock head rawt heya!”

This is as much as Jon can take, them pushing on his cock head inside my belly as I rise and fall on his cock ad his face takes on its cumming grimace, and he begins to shudder and shake like a little kid having a seizure. His cum begins to pump out of me as he cums for what feels like a very long time. I reach down to have it wash over my hands. I raise it to my mouth and begin to lick my fingers, smiling in glee.

“Gawd damn! Look she’s eating his cum while he’s still coming."

Jon’s body slowly quiets as I continue to ride him, rising and falling on his cock until it softens and falls of its own weight out of my body, landing on his stomach with a soft squishing plop.

I reach for the cock of the man on my right and pull him to my mouth as I squat over Jon’s cock and rub myself on his softened giant. As have most of the men that have visited my little 'brothel,' they had undressed as they come in and having watched that incredible cock fuck a woman, were hard as proverbial rocks.

I bend forward and both of the others try to enter me at once. They tussle a bit then they agree on order and finally I feel a smaller cock enter me as I suckle quietly on the very nice cock in my mouth.

“Gawd damn, she is just as tight as can be even after fucking that schlonge! How you do that Little One?”

“Idiot, she can’t talk, just let her do us and then maybe she can explain. Damn I wish my wife was as tight as her.”

They bantered back ad forth like a couple of men at the urinal until finally one of them squirted and the other cock owner replaced him inside me.

“Hey Little One, can I fuck yo ass?”
I nod and he pulls out of me and begins to shove a bit to hard against my asshole. Normally I would not have been so concerned, but I was getting ready to take Jon’s cock up my behind, and I didn’t want anything torn, especially with the New Years Eve party happening tonight.

I reach behind and push him away and point again at my pussy.

“Yo was being way to rough asshole, women cain’t take rough stuff up their ass like theys can up theys cunts. Don’t yo know nuffin’?”

I smile as the cock in my mouth fucks cum into my throat. I realize that I have become so focused on Jon’s cock that I have stopped enjoying the cocks inside me.

I reach down and stroke Jon’s softened member as he lies there eyes half closed watching me coax cum from our new visitors. Jon smiles at me like a man in love and I feel his cock begin to stiffen up a bit.

The third cock stiffens inside me and I feel him spurt his gift of sperm into me. The cum from Jon has now started running down my legs, both thighs in fact are coated with his prodigious gift of cum.

As they soften and turn to dress, I grab one of them and hold up my digital camera. I point at it, and at Jon lying there and look quizzical.

“Yo’all want me to take a picture of Jon for yo?”
I point to Jon and to myself and then his cock and my pussy.
“No shit, you gowen fuck him again?” his voice slides up an octave like so many black men do when they talk.
I nod vigorously and smile my best smile at him.

“No shit, yo gowen fuck him again and yo wants me to take photogs! You betsha sweet cunt Little One, I would love to.”

I beckon to the men and they follow me into the bathroom where I turn on the shower and beckon them into the shower with me. They take turns washing my body clean of cum and even took turns running their fingers up inside me as they cleaned my pussy of their's and Jon’s cum. I turn off the shower and they pat me dry , taking care regarding my asshole and cunt. I hold my breasts up so that they would dry me under there as well. I return to the bedroom, as they follow me.

Jon sits up and I lead him by his incredible cock out into the stair well, sit him down, then start suckling on his cock head. One of my favorite things in the world is to suck a soft cock as it hardens, and feel it slowly invade my throat. Jon rapidly hardened, so my pleasure was short lived. He sat there as I took him into me again and impaled myself down around him, having to take extra time for that last 4 inches again. But my body cooperated and I again took his full length into me. The hiccupping returned.

“My goawd, that is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, li’l tiny yo taken that monster up your tight cunt. Hoooo-leeey Sheet!”

I reminded myself that I am not to cum on his cock, or with his body in me or caressing me. That was the least I could do to show my Master, my love, that I still take his wishes and directions seriously.

I could see the flash going off, so I knew that the pictures were being taken, so I just worked my cuntal muscles on Jon’s cock as he began to grunt then he stiffened and again he filled me with cum. Prodigious cum globs pumping out of me again, and running down my legs.

“Gawd damn, look at dat fucking cum boilin’ out a her!”
Between the other men that flowed through the door, I tried to re-inflate Jon’s cock, but to no avail, so finally I wrote him a note that asked him if he was coming to the party tonight?

He looked at me in his shy way and nodded, then said “Little One, I know very little about you, but as far as I am concerned, you are a goddess among women, and I shall never, ever, forget you. Yes, I’ll be there tonight, and I doubt that you will even see me, but Thank You so much for these few minutes of heaven for me.” Jon leaned over and kissed my softly on my cheek, but I took his cheeks in the palms of my hands, and kissed him, with as much love as I could muster, on his lips. A nice slow soft tender, loving kiss that said, “You are so special to me, Jon.”

Then I turned to the paper and pencil again and wrote “Tonight, I want you sitting on the row of tables that ring the stage, right below me, understand?”

He read my note, then looked at me with an astonished look, and said “Are you kiddin’, you are going to fuck me on stage tonight?”

I just smiled at him.

The outside door opened and I heard the sound of female voices talking and laughing with each other. I grabbed Jon’s limp cock and held it as the girls walked into the bedroom.

Their eyes went to the size of a dinner plate, and they all giggled with their hands over their mouths, unable to look away.

“Dayamn man, what yo thinking yo be doin with that thang?”

Jon just grinned and patted my cum coated pussy, leaned down and kissed me, then walked to his clothing and got dressed. All the time the girls were standing there staring at his unbelievably huge cock and balls hanging down between his legs.

As he walked out of the apartment, they looked at me and said “Did he really fuck yo with that thang?”

I reached down, got a hand full of cum from my thighs and pussy, and nodded, smiling contentedly.

The Seduction of Monik

Copyright Deni Wom 2004 a fantasy

Seduction of Monik

My husband stuck out his hand to the man and introduced himself. Mike introduced his wife, Monik (Moe-Neek’), and then turned to me expectantly.
“This is my wife, Fuck Toy.” My husband’s hand on my shoulder provides a little comfort as I shake Mike's hand, then his wife’s hand, not looking into their eyes. I know what their faces look like: shock and confusion. They are thinking, “Did I hear him right?” He and his wife are looking at my eyes to see if I am oriental.
Now they are both trying to figure out how to ask again what my name is.
I like Monik immediately when she takes my arm and whispers she needs to go the powder room and wants me to go with her. Perfect rejoinder to my husband’s deliberately shocking statement.
We giggle, as we walk, about the dresses the other women wore, the ugly picture on the wall, and the horrible smelling flowers on the table as center pieces.
Monik closes the powder room door and looks me straight in the eye. “OK, tell me your name again please?”
I smile. “Fuck Toy.”
She doesn’t even flinch. "Could you spell that for me please.”
“F….U….C…K….T….O….Y.”
“So I am hearing it right then! Pray tell how did you come by that name?”
I really like her now, I love a straight forward person that pulls no punches.
“I love to fuck, and my husband likes others to know he has a wife that meets his every need sexually, so he asked me if he could call me that. And I told him that if he did, I would never say no to another man that tries to boff me.”
“Are you telling me that you can have sex with any man that you want to?”
“No, under our agreement, I have to entice the man to try to have me. If he does, I can decide if I want to respond, and if I do, I can have him. Dennis does not try to stop me. He loves calling me Fuck Toy and it opens up all sorts of windows of opportunity for me……….” I giggle as she absorbs my statement.
Her face is pensive as she realizes what I have told her means I am able to follow my lust anywhere I wish.
Her eyes stray to my cleavage, abundant and exposed. “No bra?”
“Never, Monik, they get in the way and hide my nipples.”
“That was my next question, Toy, can I call you Toy instead of the other?”
“Sure Monik. You should know that I am bi too.”
Again her eyes probe me with unanswered questions and overflowing curiosity.
“Are you saying you like to make love to women too?”
“Yes, exactly right. Interested?” I watch her eyes move to my clearly outlined nipples. My nipples have long buttons and my areolae dome, giving the impression that my nipples are even longer than they really are. They are so prominent that there is no way that a person cannot notice them from across the room at a party.
Her eyes stray down my blouse and fasten onto the dimple at the front of my skirt. My clit is clearly visible under my dress to anyone that looks as well.
Her eyes come back to my face and her curiosity is clearly piqued. “Is that really your clitoris?” Her hand goes to her mouth and she turns beet red. “Oh GOD! I can’t believe I just asked you that! What has become of me?”
I take her hand and place it on my dimple. “Feel it, see for yourself if it is really me.”
She does not remove her hand and I know that she is definitely interested.
“Ever been with a woman before?”
“Oh god no, never!” Her hand turns over and one finger touches the tip of the dimple. Her face flushes and her breathing rate increases. I see her breasts, small, petite, firm, begin to move under her silk blouse. Her nipples also appear now, as a small dimple in the very center of her high, proud translucent bra clad breasts.
I hear my body rapidly draw a gasp of pleasure from her touch.
She looks up and her eyes have lust in them. She is not yet admitting it to herself, but I turn her on.
I stroke her bare skin on the inner part of her forearm with the tips of my fingers. Her head swivels automatically to watch my advances. Her small mouth parts and her perfect teeth are visible through her soft lightly red lips. Her tongue licks her lower lips in nervous anticipation of my potential seduction.
“Toy……………….”
I move my finger tips to her lips and stop her automatic rejection of my advances.
“Shhh, not tonight, Monik, but soon honey. You want me, and I want you, and we shall have the delight of each other. Don’t worry, you will love it. Just enjoy the party tonight, baby.”
She slowly turns from me, head down in thought, and steps into a stall, closing the door behind her. I hear the rustle of her garments as she squats to relieve herself. I hear the paper like sound of her pee, then the musical tinkling of it into the water of the bowl below her. Soon it stops and I do not hear her as she sits there. I know she is thinking.
“Toy?”
“Yes baby.”
“Would you ride with me to Eugene tomorrow? I need to go over to pick up something for Mike. We could talk on the way over and back. I have so many questions I want to ask you.”
“I would love that baby.” My secret smile of jubilation lights my face as I feel my wetness growing, seeking fulfillment. I know that many of her questions tomorrow will be answered in Braille.


“HI! How are this morning Monik?”
Her smile is slightly hesitant, almost to the point of admitting to me that she wished she had not invited me to go along today.
“Good Toy, we have good weather to drive in at least.”
I look her in the eye and murmur, “Relax baby, nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to happen, OK?”
I see her shoulders relax slightly. Her smile moves to the left of glacial.
I wait for her to unlock the passenger door. I slide into the seat of her new SUV, and inhale the smell of new leather. I fasten my seat belt and settle in, placing my hands in my lap. Again she relaxes slightly.
The radio is playing the Rush Limbaugh show. She reaches for the radio and pushes a button that changes it to pop music.
I glance at her and say, “Don’t change it for me sweetie, I love listening to him, he is a real show boat, and funny too.”
“Do you agree with him all the time?”
“No, about half the time, but he does make a lot of good points, and makes me think. There are a lot of times I disagree with him though.”
Again I see her relax. “Mike agrees with everything he says. Makes me sick, he is such a woos when it comes to thinking. Just tell him what to think, and that is what he will think, just as long as it comes from the far right. I hate ‘yes-men’ like that, and I am embarrassed that he is one.”
“Have you told him that honey?”
“NO! I am afraid to tell him, he always takes my comments as put downs. I have tried everything I can think of, but he always chooses to think I am putting him down. So I have just shut up for the last year.” Her face is ready to start shedding tears.
“Honey,……………” I realize this is a defining moment in our budding relationship. “Tough thing, having to disagree with someone you love so much, honey.”
The tears come now.
“Tell me what I can do to help you Monik.”
“Well,” she stammers a little as she formulates her thoughts. “Well………. You seem to be able to stand up to Dennis. You seem to be able to tell him what you want him to know, to do, ……….to let you do. I have come so close several times to having an affair, not with any particular man, but just to feel like I am cherished by a male figure. Do you know what I am trying to say Toy?”
“You are questioning whether he even wants you any more sexually?”
“YES! That’s it!”
The silence envelops us for a while. Her body relaxes and I feel that she is accepting me as something other than a potential sex object.
“May I ask how long it has been since you two have made love honey?”
She pauses, not to calculate, but to swallow her exasperation. “Eight fucking months!”
“Oh baby! I am so sorry to hear that.” Just a small white lie, right?
The tears flood her cheeks and I search my purse for a Kleenex. “Here honey, let me dry your tears before they smear your makeup.”
She turns her face to me and I daub gently at her tears. When I am satisfied that I have them all, I gently kiss her cheek with soft lips, then settle back into my seat.
I see her nipples harden slightly through her blouse as she feels my soft kiss. Her eyes shine a bit as she thinks more about having sex with me, but not having to tell her husband because it is woman, not a man that has had her. She has obviously thought this through over night and knows she wants me, but is not sure how this happens.
“Let me massage your shoulder as you drive honey.” My hand is already kneading her shoulder and I see her soften and relax more as she drives along. After a bit I move my hand to her far shoulder and massage it. My nipple makes circles on the side of her breast as I massage the knots out of her tense shoulders.
“Oh god Toy, that feels so good. God I need that.”
I keep massaging, switching from one shoulder to the other. “I am going to climb into the back seat so I can do this right Monik.”
I hike my dress up above my thighs and turn toward her as I “try” to get into the back seat. The whiteness of my plucked womanhood is clearly visible to her as I maneuver to get back there.
“Toy?...........................ummmm. Do you shave your …………….you know……………..ummm?
“Well, no, I actually pluck my pussy honey. That way I don’t have the stubbles and scratchies several days later. I am smooth as a baby’s bottom for several weeks this way.”
I know she wants to touch it, to feel it for herself. I stifle my grin, knowing for sure now that she will be before the day is out.
Her massage from the back seat succeeds in relaxing her.




“Want to stop for lunch, Monik?” I point at a little restaurant that I know is wonderfully decorated and serves great women’s food. You know, salads, chocolate…….. It is also right next to a tidy little, well-decorated and comfortable mini resort of quaint cottages.
“Have you ever stayed at that little motel before, Monik?” I enquire as we walk toward the restaurant.
“No, have you Toy?” Her voice is slightly higher than it was before.
“Yes, it is so nice. Quiet, comfortable, private, cozy……..” The smile on my face is dreamy now, as if I am recalling wonderful memories. Actually, I am, very fond memories.
“Did you and Dennis stay there on one of your wonderful weekends away?”
“Oh! You have heard about them?”
“No, but if you are as good at sex as he says, I think you must take the time to get away. Mike refuses to leave town and have little overnight vacations.” Her mouth takes a small pout. I wish I could kiss her bottom lips as it protrudes slightly, so sexy, so soft looking.
Our lunch is perfect, and or course finished with chocolate. God, this silk pie is to die for.
“Ready to go get your business done in Eugene?” Her face struggles to not show her disappointment. Her mind has comprehended that she does want to feel my touch, wants to experience my kisses and caresses.




Her business concluded, we head back out of Eugene.
“Hey, Monik, that little pub there has great wines, feel like one?”
Her face glances at me, lingering on my breasts as she drives. She feels safe looking at my body as my face is turned slightly away from her.
The car steers itself off the street and into the parking lot of the cutest most intimate little pub I have ever found. Inside the booths are positioned so that we have wonderful privacy, and the view of the Mackenzie River is wonderful. The sun is sparkling off the water in tinkling sparkling laughter.
I steer her to a small table where it is natural for us to sit next to each other. I give her the seat that is next to the window. I sit around the corner to her left. Our knees touch as I sit. She does not move her knee away. The sensuous warmth of her beckons to me as we sit there looking at the sun flecked ripples.
“Toy, what is your real name?”
“Deni, honey”
“Why do you go by Toy…..Fuck Toy, ….” her mouth samples the word tentatively, “when you have such a lovely name?”
“I love sex baby. I love to feel the skin of my lover as I caress her, as I kiss her, as I make love to her.”
“But what does that have to do with your name, Deni?”
I smile at her, my knee moving slightly now, feeling the softness of her leg, the bare skin of my knee. Again she does not move away.
“I go by both, honey, but Dennis introduced you to me, and he used Fuck Toy. You can call me whichever suits you, Monik. I love hearing you say my name.”
She smiles softly at my words. Our wine arrives. We sip it pensively as we share the intimate view.
My hand falls to my lap and it itches to caress her thigh. I play it safe and raise it to the table top, and wait for the right opportunity to touch her arm.
“Deni, can you tell me how you have such a great sex life with Dennis? Is it just luck, or do you do something special, or is he just great in bed, or what……….?” Her voice trails off as she fantasizes about how great our sex life must be.
Ahhhh! Perfect! I place my hand on her arm and look into her eyes. “Sweetheart, there is a whole lot involved in a good sexual relationship. And you should know that it is better at sometimes and worse at others. But as a general rule, I never say no. I try to be as creative as possible. And most of all, he KNOWS that I am promiscuous and love to fuck.”
Her eyes flick to my mouth as if to see what a mouth looks like when it says that word. “You say that word so easily.”
“It so perfectly describes the act of sex, baby. Our body parts that are involved are not pretty, and the sounds we make as we cum are often animalistic. The word is just perfect to describe that, the whole act of sex. As women, we tend to think it should be a thing of beauty, soft and tender and caring. The fact is, it rarely is that, if it is an intense experience. If, as women, we take the time to prepare our selves for sex, fantasizing about it for a few hours before we meet out lovers, we will already be turned on when we are first with them. We will be ready for loving. If we expect our lover to turn us on after we get there, we are placing all of the burden of our satisfaction on them, and that isn’t fair. That is particularly true of a married couple baby.”
“Do you really fantasize about it for hours first?”
”I have been fantasizing about loving you for almost a day a now.” My eyes hold hers as my finger tips touch her knee.
Her mouth opens into a little O and I watch her breathing rate increase. Her nipples dimple her blouse, pointing at the river, and her eyes look at my breasts furtively. My nipples are also clearly evident.
The next few moments are silent acknowledgment of her need to be held and made love to.
“Shall we stop at the little motel we saw on the way here?”
“What do I tell Mike?” No hesitation, just planning how to handle the details.
“Call him and tell him we are taking a little walk along the river and will not be back till about nine tonight. We will take a walk and you will not be lying that way.”
The minor deception is enough to satisfy her fear of discovery. I throw money on the cashiers counter as we hurry past.
She walks with a happy gait toward the car. Her hips sashay a bit as she feels her womanhood begin to make itself known.
When we are on the road, I put my left hand on her thigh and caress her in small circles as she drives. I work her dress slowly, slowly up her thigh until I can see the edge of her panties. What a beautiful pair of legs she has. Perfectly shaped and perfectly toned. Deeply tanned. I wonder if she has tan lines.
Her nipples are in clear arousal now.
I move my hand further up and watch her reaction as I touch the bare skin low on her tummy, just above her panty line. Her slight gasp thrills me.
“Tell me about your sex life with Mikey, baby?”
“Well, what’s to tell. We don’t make love at all any more.”
“Do you try to make love with him?”
“Do you mean start the romantic stuff in hopes he will want me?”
“No, more like let him know that you are interested in making love to him……..?”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“To have an orgasm?”
“Yeah right, like he has ever made my have one.”
Well!………… Knock ME over with a feather! I have to let that sink in a bit.
Then after the pause, “Does he ever masturbate?”
“I caught him several times, once in the bathroom, he forgot to lock the door, once in the garage, he was looking at a girlie calendar, couple of other times……..”
“Did it make you wonder what it is like?”
“To masturbate?”
“Yeah, ever tried it?”
“NO!” Sharp voice! Then more quietly “...............Well, not since high school.”
“Tell me about high school baby.”
We drive several miles before she starts talking again.
“Well, my two girlfriends and I were having a slumber party.”
Several more miles, then a smile.
“We were just joking around, you know how teenagers are.”
Several more miles. A sniffle.
“She was my best friend. We grew up together. We had our first fight, we fought over the boy we both had a crush on at the same time. Who knows, maybe we both wanted him just because the other one wanted him.”
Several more miles.
“I don’t even remember his name any more. Jan, my best friend, got egged into it by Sheryl, you know, ‘I will touch you like he would.’ So then we both had to compete over feeling what his touch would be like. We both wanted to be first to feel his touch.”
Her eyes tear up now. Sniffles again. She wipes her eye with her sleeve, like a teenager.
“So we both pulled our night gown up, because Sheryl told us that is where he would want to touch us. She sat between us and touched us both at the same time. She had no clue how to touch us, or how he would touch us, but I still remember watching her hand move toward my body and watching her finger extend, watching her finger touch me there.” Her hips move forward toward the unseen hand that is touching her again after all these years. Her legs spread a bit, craving that soft innocent caress again.
“So she played with our private parts for a while and I was feeling warm and fuzzy when she suddenly stopped as we heard footsteps outside her door.”
“We never got back to it again after the hot chocolate her mom brought up for us.”
Her legs are still parted and her face turns toward me, carrying the anguished look of a woman that has gone too long without feeling caresses, soft, gently loving touches.
“Oh sweetheart, let me love you like you deserve to be loved. You are too wonderful a person to never feel the loving touches of a caring person. Lets take a nice walk along the river, then spend time together for the rest of the afternoon. We can just talk until you’re comfortable with our budding relationship. No pressure baby, OK?”
“Deni,” long pause, “I noticed you spent a lot of time talking to my husband last night.”
“Yes baby, I did.”
“Did you seduce him too?”
“No Monik. I didn’t even try.”
“So………..Really?............... Why not?”
“Because he is a subbie, not a Dom.”
“A what?”
“A subbie.”
“What pray tell is that?”
“A person that wants to be dominated.”
“My husband wants to be dominated? By who?”
“You, among others.”
“ME!?” Her voice goes up an octave.” ME!? What are you talking about?”
I let her thoughts turn a bit before I try to explain the complex sexual response system of humans. I don’t even understand it myself frankly, but have seen enough of this particular sexual response dysfunction to feel comfortable trying to explain it.
She starts to glance at me as the time drags on.
“OK. Let me try to explain what little I know about it, OK?”
“Yes, pleeeeeeeeease, Deni.” Her voice is slightly cynical, her mouth sneers and she shakes her head in frustration.
“Men, humans, do not all respond to sexual stimulus the same way.” Sherolls her eyes. “Wait wait wait, let me explain. For instance, some men are leg-men, they love a great pair of legs, it turns them on. Others are breast-men. Breasts are what turns them on. With me so far?”
She nods.
“It gets more complicated. Some men have to be totally in control of a woman to get turned on. These men are called Doms. Many women have to be in control too, they are called Dommes.” I spell both words out for her as I say the words.
“OK.”
“A person’s sexual proclivities may even include a person, the one who craves control, who needs control to feel turned on, withhold sex from their partner as a part of their sexual response. In other words, the orgasm is not what turns them on, it is the control of another person, usually of the opposite sex.”
Pause again. I wait her out.
“Seriously?”
“Yep!”
“No kidding!”
“Nope!”
More silence.
“So you’re telling me that my husband wants me to dominate him.” No question mark at the end of that sentence. “What does that mean, dominate him?”
I gather my thoughts. “He wants you to wear the pants in the relationship. For instance, he wants you to tell him to masturbate in front of you as you laugh at him for needing to cum so bad he can’t hold it until you want him.”
“No shit!.” Her hand covers her mouth too late to stop the profanity. “Sorry.”
“Hey sweetie, I swear all the fucking time. Don’t worry about it.” I glance at her to see if she is ready for the rest of the truth.
“Well, go on.” She is starting to comprehend that she has some new options in her life now.
“He wants you to fuck around on him, fuck other men. Fuck women. It is up to you whether you let him watch while you do it.” I reach over to steer the car while she is too stunned to think.
At least ten miles passes in dead silence. Finally she takes the wheel back.
“He wants me to fool around, have sex with other men, and he wants to watch, but is not saying he has to watch?”
“You got it little sister. Other women too. And he would definitely like to watch you do that too, but he still is not saying he has to. Remember, he wants you in control of the sex, he wants you to be sexually satisfied, by other men if that is what it takes. He thinks he can’t satisfy you. He wants you to be happy. So he figures if you have sex with men, and women, and that makes you happy sexually, at least you are happy. In the end, that is what he is all about. He wants you to be happy, Monik. He loves you with all his heart baby.”
Another five miles or so of dead silence.
“He wants me to have sex with other people.”
“Yes.”
“And who is up to me.”
“Yes.”
“And he wants me to have orgasms with other people.”
“Yes.”
“And he would like to watch me have sex with other people.”
“Yes.”
“But he would not have to participate?”
“Seems strange, huh? But remember, he wants you to be satisfied sexually. He has decided he can’t satisfy you, so he wants you to be satisfied by them.”
“He WANTS me to fuck, oh shit!, damn,……….god I have a potty mouth now! He wants me to have sex with others.” Her face is puzzled now.
“Deni?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Should I?”
“Well……….” The silence drags on for a while. “Yes, I think you should, Monik. Want to know why?”
“Well……Yes!”
“Because he loves you. He wants to give to you. He wants you to be happy. Let me guess baby, his cock is only 5 inches long.”
“How long is this?” She holds her fingers apart about five inches.
“Five inches.”
“Then yes, why is that important?”
“Because he has an inferiority complex about his cock size.”
“How long are most men’s cocks, shit!, damn,” her face grimaces in disgust at her choice of words, “I mean penises.”
I giggle, I can’t help myself, her trying to be a good chaste woman is tickling me no end. “Honey, stop worrying about your words. It is just between us baby. Say the words you wish to say. Don’t hold back. Don’t hold back ever again. Be happy. Live life. Learn to enjoy sex. Four letter words are a part of great sex honey.”
“Enjoy sex……….who the hell enjoys sex? “ She looks at me and it dawns on her. “You enjoy sex, Deni.” A new world just opened up for her.
“Oh baby, do I ever!”
“Sex is …………………………pleasurable to you?”
“I hear you saying that you have never had an orgasm, Monik.”
Her face turns red.
“No” she almost whispers.
“So, baby……………..would you like to?” I ask as gently as I can.
“Of course.”
“Will you relax, let yourself go, let me teach you how to love sex baby?”
“You mean today? This afternoon? Now!?”
I nod.
“Oh my god!”
“Start by calling me Fuck Toy baby.”
“Fu…………Toy, am I really so unlovable as to not turn men on? I keep my body in good shape, work out all the time, I dress well, I make sure my breath doesn’t smell. God damn it! Fuck, I am tired of being the predictable little wifey of a man that can’t even fuck me! FUCK!”
Well now, we are getting somewhere all of a sudden!
“God, I can’t believe I just said the F-word!”
“Felt very good though didn’t it?”
Her nod starts slowly, but soon is a rapid enthusiastic affirmation of her new direction in life.
My fingers circle her skin, softly caressing its tender silkiness.
“Fuckin A it does!”
Her grin spreads across her face and her eyes turn to me, twinkling.
“Take me to that motel and fuck the shit out of me Fuck Toy!” We turn the last corner. I point and she turns into the motel driveway.


“Four o’clock High Tea, Toy?” His English accent is always such a turn on for me.
“You bet Georgi. And Chablis today at seven, too.”
“And what time do you want MY services Toy?” His grin is lusty and the look on his face tells me he loves his part in my life.
“I think about four would be perfect timing Georgi.”
“I saved the corner cottage for you. Your favorite cottage, baby.”
“You are such a sweetheart Georgi. I’ll make it worth your effort next time I come through here, sweet cheeks.”
His smile turns blissful and his eyes glaze over as memories flood over him. “Oh god, something to live for, Toy.”



Her hemline is still above her thighs as I slide back in and point to our cottage next to the river. I look forward to its happy noises. She leaves her dress up as she opens the car door and turns to get out. Georgi has a perfect view of her thighs and lace panties. Vaguely through the window of the office I see him give me a thumbs-up sign.
“Come here baby, lets take a nice walk along the river for a bit.” I take her arm and guide her toward the gravel path.




“WOW! What a gorgeous place this is. I have never seen a more intimate and comfortable place.”
“Let’s take a shower honey. I am sweating like a horse.”
Her giggle tells me she has some fantasies there too.
I begin to unbutton my blouse.
“Let me do that Toy.” Her fingers have no hesitation now.
I reciprocate and soon we are naked and giggling as she starts the shower water running.
As she leans over to adjust the water temperature, I bend over and bite her butt.
She shrieks and holds her reddening cheek, chuckling at her loosening sense of self. Her over-her-shoulder grin tells me she loved it.
We step into the shower and I turn to her. “Let me wash you baby.” Her skin is like silk, soft, supple, smooth. I feel my own internal lubrication growing. I wash her with all the tenderness I can muster, holding off my own raw lust, waiting for her to push the envelope now, lead the way to her own fulfillment.
My fingers delve between her thighs and caress her there, in her most private place, that place where women need the most tenderness. She leans her back against me, leaning her head back against my shoulder. Her eyes are closed as I caress her soft nether lips, probing gently between them, not touching her little bud yet, but letting my fingers love her where her wetness begins.
My fingers slowly circle higher, caressing her firm sculptured tummy. Her tummy button catches my attention and I circle it, entering it, fondling it.
Higher her breasts need loving, those perfect cones of pleasure. They are perfectly sized for my hands, and their nipples fall between my finger and thumb as if they belong there. I feel them rise and fall with her breathing. Her soft moan in my ear is music, a soft tender sensuous dance of lust. Her nubbins grow past my fingers, poking their little head out from the protection of my fingers, my caress. Her breathing is deepening now, her breasts beginning to heave as she gasps for breath.
Her body and face turns to me, her lips parted, her soft breath caressing my face. Our lips, our faces move together and we share our first kiss, our passion is now joined. Her arms envelope me, her tongue invades me. I relax into her loving embrace.
Her hands move to my stomach, caressing me, taking away my reserve, my self control. Her hands move to touch me where I most love to be touched. They are insistent, and gentle, still, but intent on making me take their touches. She will not be denied now. She must feel the fruition of her newly found sensitivity.
My back moves against the faucet, pushing it closed, the water slows and stops, we do not move apart yet. The coolness of the air makes me reach for the towels. I dry her, watching her skin goose pimple into the towel. Her back turns to me and I move the towel between her legs. She spreads them, then leans over, permitting me to reach her sensitive little rosebud. I kneel and kiss her there. She gasps as my lips kiss her. My hand moves forward to her slim soft lips, and I caress her, parting her, entering her slightly, gently.
Her moan grows into a soft mewling; needy, wanting, lusty. My nipples grow hard as I feel her need of me. I guide her to the bed, laying her onto her back, covering her partially with a large pillow for her to hold while she cums for the first time in her life. Her eyes watch my movements, shifting between my face and my hands as I caress her body, mouth open, needing to suckle, to kiss, to eat.
I pick up the cell phone and dial her home number. As I kiss and cuddle her, caress her skin and body, I tell her “Mike needs to hear your first orgasm, sweetie. I will turn on the microphone so you don’t have to hold it. You don’t have to say a thing, he knows what is happening. I told him last night you would call so he could hear us as we make love to each other. He has promised not to cum until you get home. He will be in heaven, knowing that you are happy finally, being satisfied, that you are cumming as he listens, rock hard, and not able to cum until you tell him he can. This is what he wants, what he craves, what he lives to have happen. It is his destiny to be this way. You can fulfill his dream, or you can divorce him. It really is down to that baby. Make him a happy, fulfilled husband. I know you love him still, sweetheart.”
I continue to kiss and fondle her as her mind comprehends what I have said. She is too far gone to stop what we have started. Her body begins to move again under my caresses.
Mike picks up on the first ring, I hear his breathing; heavy, labored, already near orgasm if he does not control it.
She looks at the phone for a few seconds, realizing again what is happening, then her eyes close and she surrenders to me.
I place the phone between her perfect breasts. She can hear Mikey moaning softly and he can hear her mewlings as I suckle her soft needy nether lips, then softly tongue her opening.
“Tell your husband what I am doing to you, and how it feels, baby. He wants to hear your voice as you cum for the first time. He deserves it. Talk to him.”
“Hi honey……”
“Hey baby, are you really letting Fuck Toy fuck you?”
I interject, “Monik, sweetie, four letter words are a turn on for men, let him say them. You should say them too.”
A brief pause as she thinks it through, then, “Yes honey, Fuck Toy is eating my cunt out right now. Her tongue is to die for honey. I am wet. I am so wet baby. I can’t believe how good I feel. I am floating on air baby.”
“OH god baby! Is her body pretty honey?”
“Her body is perfect Mikey. I have touched her breasts and even her nipples already. We took a shower together and she washed me………….all of me baby. Then she dried me. And honey, she kissed my bottom, right on it. It felt so good baby. She bit me right on my butt too honey!””
“Oh god baby, oh god, oh god, I have fantasized about this since our very first date sweetheart.”
A long pause, then, “Really honey. ……….. Our very first date!?”
“Yes baby, our very first date, and on our wedding night, and on our anniversaries, and on my birthday, and on Christmas Eve. Honey, I want to watch you cum, and to love sex, and want to fuck, even if it is with other men honey.”
“You really want me to have sex with other men baby? Tell me honestly now, no holding back, you want me to have sex with other men?”
“OH GOD YES BABY!!!!” Who can doubt that enthusiastic answer?
Her hips move against my tongue now. Her response is rising. Her body is thoroughly wetting itself in preparation for penetration by a male member.
“Sweetheart, I promised I would not cum until you tell me I can. Fuck Toy made me promise I would not cum tonight until after you get home. My prick is like a piece of granite I am so turned on. When I touch it, it tries to cum, ssssssssoooooooo I am not even touching it now honey. God, I don’t dare.”
“You are really, are you really turned on by me Mikey?”
“Oh god baby, I am so turned on that if you just breathed on my cock it would spurt cum. I am always turned on by you. You are who I think about when I jerk off. You are who I dream about when I wake up with a hard-on. You are my angel honey. I love you more than words can say. You are such a sexy woman, your tits and cunt are so sexy. God yes you turn me on!”
I see tears I her eyes. The sun sparkles on them, and her long eyelashes are fluttering as the sun’s rays coming through the window catch them.
I suckle her button now, knowing she is so close.
Her hips suddenly buck, driving my lips into her cunt, her clit scrapes on my upper teeth. She goes off. Explodes! Her body is a frenzy of motion as she cums Monik feels her own sexuality for the first time in her 31 years. Her grunting orgasm is clearly audible to the ears of the man that loves her more than life itself.
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” she screams as she passes out.




“Did you keep your promise Mikey?”
“Yes mistress. Please tell me what happened Mistress.”
“She came my little subbie. She had her first orgasm. She came for you, little cocked man.”
“WOW! She finally came.” I hear him trying to control his emotions, not cry as he hears the good news. “Oh Mistress, how can I ever thank you?”
“By keeping your promises to HER, subbie. NO cumming until she comes home. It may be tomorrow, I have a cock that wants to fuck her yet tonight. SO she may be here all night as she satisfies her body with a real man’s cock all night.”
“Yes Mistress. I understand. Does he have a nice cock? Is it big? Will it fill her cunt with cock?” His words tumble out. He is beside himself with desire. It is a testament to his love for her that he has not yet cum, flinging sperm across the room in his super saturated sexual tension.
“Yes baby, it is a perfect cock, don’t worry. And the man is very experienced. I love fucking him myself.”
“OH GOD, really Mistress, he is that good, that even you like to fuck him?”
I giggle. “Yes Mikey, my small cocked subbie, his cock is a work of art, and his art of loving is something to behold.”
“Mistress?”
“Yes little cock?”
“Will I be able to listen?”
“Perhaps, we will see if your Domme wants you to when she finds out about it. She doesn’t know yet.”
“Oh my fucking god, when will she find out?”
“Are you really hard now, little cock?”
“OH FUCK! Yes, I am so hard I can hardly stand it.”
“I will tell you what, little cock, if you are a good little cock, and keep your mouth shut when she is getting it from this stranger, I will take pictures with my cell phone camera and send them to you. You will be able to see her cunt getting fucked by a strangers cock. How about it, little cock?”
“Oh god, I have to cum so bad, so fucking bad, my cock is so sensitive it feels every molecule of air move.”
“He gets here in about 5 minutes, sweet little-cock man. Have to go, bye!” And I hang up.
Our mutual love-piece is still out. I pull the sheet over her and move to the bathroom to clean my face, touch up of makeup, then move back to the window to watch her peaceful face as it recovers from her orgasm.
The light knock is barely audible. I smile, and move to the door, naked, my nipples hardening.
“Hi Georgi!” I say as I open the door. His grin broadens as his eyes devour my naked body.
I step aside and he floats in, setting the tray on the table in the kitchenette. His butt is encased in black creased jeans, and his shirt fits his torso like a second skin.
He sets about preparing high tea for Monik and me. Not even a glance her way. Soon the teapot is whistling, and he prepares white tea, just like his mother used to make for him. The crumpets are evenly toasted, properly buttered, and smell heavenly.
“Tea is served, Madam,” in his best butler imitation.
He draws my chair out and waits for me to sit down, pushing the chair in as my bare bottom nears it.
“Massage Madam?”
“Oh yes please, Georgi.”
His hands are like heaven as he works my shoulders neck, and arms.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Monik stir. I tilt my head back and Georgi lowers those warm sweet lips to mine. As Monik wakes, we are kissing deeply. I stand, turn to him, and passionately kiss him with my lips open, begging for penetration by his tongue. My arms are around his neck, and my naked breasts are against his skintight shirt. My hips move against him. My always erect clit feels his jeans, and I grind a bit, feeling the course fabric stoke my desire.
I moan with the pent up passion of the day. My Georgi kisses me back with the passion I adore him for.
Monik clears her throat.
I turn my head to her. “Hi baby, how are you?”
She checks the covers to assure herself she is covered.
“Ummm, OK I guess.”
“Just OK, baby, did you not have a great orgasm?”
“Well, yeah!”
I detach from Georgi and move to her side. “This man is the best lay in the valley, baby. Would you mind if I have him? Your welcome to watch, and to even join in if you want to.”
I watch her rethink her previous sense of right and wrong.
“Is this what Mikey was talking about, I can do this with this man? ……….. He wants me to do this with this man?”
“Yes baby, in fact, I told him that I would call him again if you wanted to have him. His name is Georgi by the way.”
I turn to Georgi, “Monik, this is Georgi. He owns these cottages. He is the best fuck I have ever found. Monik is considering whether to allow you to break her in, Georgi. Her husband has asked her to fuck other men now, and this afternoon is her first chance to try one out.”
I turn back to her, “Georgi, give Monik a nice massage just like you gave me a minute ago. Monik, come sit in the chair and have tea with us while Georgi services you.”
I take her hand, grab the sheet and pull it around her bare back. She stands, looking like Caesars wife in her new toga. I hold her hand as she steps to the table. Georgi pulls her chair out and she sits regally, awaiting her service.
Georgi’s hands go to work, and I watch her face become dreamy as he kneads her tensions away. I hand her a cup of tea and a crumpet. She eats ravenously with her eyes closed, her head weaving back and forth to the rhythm of his hands.
She eats, pausing now and then to feel his hands kneading a tight spot that particularly needs his hands.
Her hand slowly tends less and less to her toga, until it is easy for Georgi to see her pert perfect breasts. He winks at me as his eyes see me watching him peek at her body.
After she has eaten her fill, I suggest she lie on the bed and get a full body massage. She smiles at me and her nipples perk up, poking the fabric of the sheet into cute little cones centered on the swelling of her breasts.
She stands and does not try to keep the sheet on her, allowing it to fall so that it is barely draped over her bottom. One breast is fully exposed as she steps to the bed, lies down, and allows Georgi to unwrap the sheet.
I pick up my cell phone and turn on the camera, snap several pictures which show them in backlight, their silhouettes showing her nakedness, his clothing still on. I dial the internet access number, then key in Mikey’s email address. I push send, and the pictures of my little cocked subbie’s wife, being pleasured by another man, are sent electronically to him. Email, wow, what a great service.
I move about the cottage, and take a few more shots, trying to capture the mood each time of the electricity that is being generated there on the bed. When I have several more, I send them as well. I picture Mikey sitting there totally nude, his tiny cock pulsing in rigidness, looking at pictures of his naked wife being touched intimately by a stranger, trying not to touch his little needy hardness there between his legs.
Georgi gently moves her legs apart, and begins to massage her inner upper thighs. Her moans start as a soft whimper, and I can see her inner lips glistening already. Her rose is already opening, and her petals are unfolding, readying itself for the penetration that it will finally receive.
I move closer, shooting across the bed spread, waiting for just that time when Georgi’s hands are so near her pussy. I catch it perfectly, and then wait again for his hands to finally touch her sex. With infinite patience, he moves back down her legs, then massages her feet for the longest time.
“Please turn over, Madam.”
No hesitation at all, I am so proud of her. She rolls over, still allowing her legs to stay parted, and her sex to be revealed to him. Her eyes move to mine, and she smiles a dreamy happy grin of contentment.
Georgi starts again at her feet, and spends a lot of time there, never looking up at her revealed body. What great concentration!
Finally he moves up her calf, then her thighs, and I ready the camera again. I shoot several shots of him massaging her thighs, her sex clearly visible, and open in obvious lust. I email Mikey the photos, as I snicker to myself, thinking, ‘try not to jerk off now little cock!’
Finally Georgi moves up to her tummy, and massages her hips and stomach muscles, pulling and pushing her skin and musculature so that her sex moves with his hands. Her moans are now clearly audible. I dial their home number and he picks up before my cell even indicates it is ringing.
He is breathing so hard that it catches the attention of the sensually entwined couple.
“Honey, is that you baby?” Her voice is low, throaty, clearly in lust.
“Y-y-y-y-y-essss B-b-baby.”
“Are you OK honey?”
“Y-y-y-y-y-essss B-b-baby.”
“Why are you stuttering honey?”
“I-i-i am t-t-trying hard not t--t-t-to cum b-baby. F-f-fuck Toy has been s-s-sending me pictures of you being t-t-touched by your f-friend there, and I am so turned on that I am f-f-fighting every second not t-to cum.”
“What are you doing with your hands baby, so that you don’t touch your tiny little baby sized cock?” She has gotten the picture clearly now. That will be more than he can handle, and sure enough we hear him grunting in his orgasm as his cock shoots his cute little cum load all over him. He cums for about 10 seconds, grunting and humphing.
“Oh fuck god damn son of a bitch!”
“Did you break your promise and cum baby?”
We hear sobbing, then “Y-yyy-ess baby. I am s-s-so s-s-s-orry baby.I am s-so sorry honey, so sorry.” His sobbing is more than I can stand, and I push my mute button.
Monik’s face is lit up in a huge smile. “Fuck Toy, he is mine, now, totally mine now, isn’t he? He is my little subbie man that I control and will do what ever I say now, right?”
I giggle, “Yes, even the house work, just to be able to watch you fuck whoever you want to. Ain’t life grand honey? You make him happy by doing whatever you wish.” I push the mute button again, and Mikey is hearing us again. I move the phone in close to make sure he hears what I know is coming.
Her eyes move up to Georgi’s face and she murmurs “Fuck this cunt Georgi, fuck this cunt and make it cum so my subbie can hear how hard I cum. Let him hear my cunt sucking your cum out of your hard manly long thick prick.”
I hear a soft “Oh my god” from the phone, then the sounds of Mikey masturbating.
I push the loudspeaker to off, pick up the phone and tell him, “Little prick, if I catch you masturbating again, I will turn the phone off.” The sounds stop instantly.
“Yes Mistress.” His voice is one of dutiful obedience.
I turn the loudspeaker back on just in time t let him hear them kissing loudly, sloppily, passionately.
“Ohhhhh….” from the phone.
“Come here Georgi, let me unfasten your pants and see the first cock that will fuck me.”
Whoa! First cock? They have never had sex yet? Oh MY GOD!
The implication is not lost on Georgi. His face takes on the most tender look, he kisses her so softly and holds her against his chest.
“Sweetheart, lets take our time and get it right, OK? We have all night honey.”
Her eyes turn to me and her eyebrows lift in question?
I nod.
“Mikey, I am going to be here all night. We are not coming home till tomorrow baby. So don’t feel like you need to wait up for me. I am going to enjoy Georgi and Fuck Toy here all night. I love you Mikey.”
The phone is emitting panting sounds now, and moans. Poor Mikey, his tiny cock needing to cum again already. Only 12 more hours of erections of his miniature cock till she gets home. “I love you too sweetie.” His voice is almost unintelligible.
Her hand caresses the bulge in front of her as he continues to caress the skin of her tummy. “CLICK!” Her hips begin to move again in sequence with his hands. “Georgi, I need a really good fucking. I am a virgin baby. My husband could never get it up. I need to feel a real man between my legs tonight to teach me what I have never done. Please be gentle with me, but please make sure I know how to fuck properly before tomorrow morning, OK? I want to learn to be able to fuck as good as Toy can.”
Sobbing is coming from the phone.
“OK baby. I will be your tutor, your teacher, your master. You will do as I say tonight, without question, is that clear?”
“Yes sir.” Monik’s eyes lower to show her subservience.
“Toy, do you have your normal assortment of pleasure toys with you?” His English accent takes an edge to it. I see he is in his element now, in control, and with a willing woman’s body to play with.
“Sure Georgi, plus I brought a big one too, and the plug.”
“Wonderful!”
The phone emits “Ooooooooooooooooooooooo! Oh god! Oh fuck!”




“Now little darling, get on your hands and knees on the bed. Put that perfect ass of yours right over here where I can play with it a wee bit.”
“Yes sir.” Her body moves as he has directed her to do.
I hand him the lubrication.
“Now Monik………” He stops and thinks for a bit. “Monik is not the right name for you little one.” His hand rests on her butt cheek as he thinks.
“How about ‘Mims?”
“Naw, too classy, we want a slut here. How about Rosie, to indicate her asshole is useable. Naw, not clear enough. AAAAH! I know, Pussy!”
“Now Pussy, I am going to stretch your little rosebud back here till it is stretched open enough to allow me enjoy it later on. First we put some lubrication on it, then on this device, then we slowly work the plug into you there until it is to this part here, where your little rosebud can hold it inside you as you slowly acclimate to your new opening size. You need to put this plug into you every day for a while till it becomes easy to push into you. Do you understand?”
She nods.
“Good girl Pussy!” Her grin tells me she likes her nick name.
His hand pulls her cheeks apart and he motions for me to hold them open for him. He gently rubs some lubricant on her puckering. With each circle, he presses a bit and her opening begins to respond to the gentle insistent pressure of his middle finger.
“Relax Pussy. Relax your bottom as I pleasure you here. Do you like the sensation as I do this?” His English accent makes me wet as I listen to him talk so softly to her.
Pussy nods again, and I see her trying to relax her bottom. His finger adds her perineum to its journey as he continues to circle and stroke her there. Her moans are soft whimpers already.
The phone is emitting panting sounds punctuated with the sound of fingers penetrating something sloppy.
Suddenly, Pussy finds the right muscles to relax, and Georgi is able to begin entering her little bottom orifice. She moans softly as his finger continues to enter her.
“Well my little Fuck Toy, Pussy is a natural. She likes being entered here, can you hear her sounds of joy?”
Within a few more minutes, he has three fingers inside her bottom. Her hips are moving in time to his fucking motions. His movement there stops.
“Oooooooo, please don’t stop sir, that felt so good sir.”
“Don‘t worry Pussy, we have something better for you right now.”
I hand him the butt plug. It is black, and about three inches in diameter at the widest point. The sphincter annul is only about two inches, so after it is in her, it will be more comfortable. The cone shaped plug will slowly serve to spread her as it penetrates her.
“Ready my little Pussy toy?”
“Yes sir.
“Fuck Toy, take her in and teach her how to cleanse her bottom.”




“There, much better now. Do you understand why we do that, Pussy?”
“Yes sir, Fuck Toy explained it to me.”
“Good job as usual Fuck Toy!” His smile is my ample reward.
Pussy reassumes her position on the bed without being told, presenting her bottom to Georgi while watching his hands with great interest as he lubricates the butt plug.
Pussy says nothing as he places its tip against her bottom.
“Fuck Toy, she wants to watch, please get me the mirror, that big one, the free standing full length dressing mirror over there.”
When it is situated to his satisfaction, Pussy can see everything that is happening to her.
“Tell your subbie hubby what is happening to you Pussy,” he commands her.
“Honey, he is lubricating my asshole so that he can stick a big black cone shaped plug up me there. He has already stuck his fingers up me there and Fuck Toy has taught me how to cleanse my asshole so it is nice and clean for a man to stick his cock up into.”
“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Fuck honey.” His male voice has risen a full octave as he sits there imagining what is happening.
I shoot a picture with the plug held next to her opening, then again as Georgi turns it to begin its long journey into her bottom.
I send the pictures. Within seconds I hear Mikey panting as the pictures show him what he is missing. “Oooooooooooooooooo fucking god damn piss shit fuck damn. My wife is a fuck slut now. OH god damn! She is going to fuck a man and I am not there. Shit, I have no idea who he even is. FUCK! What a night. OH god I need to cum!” he mutters under his breath. We all chuckle realizing he has gone into his own little world of lust now, forgetting we can hear him.
The tip enters our little pussy princess slowly. She has the hang of which muscles to relax, and Georgi makes faster progress than I thought he would.
By the time it is three quarters in her, she is moaning and panting.
“OOOH! God! Ohhh god…….” Her voice is high and wavery.
I realize that the sun is setting, and the room is turning to a wonderfully golden red color. It causes her skin to become a rich golden brown. She has never been more beautiful than right now. I snap picture after picture of her in this state of tremulous gorgeous splendor. The butt plug is fully incased within her when I finish.
I send the pictures to Mikey. The phone is filled with moaning and mutterings within seconds of his receipt of them.
“OK sweet little Pussy, go ahead and walk around a bit with that in you. See how it feels.”
Pussy stands tentatively and walks a bit. Her gait has lost some of its perfect coordination, but she is still a graceful woman as she walks over to the window. She stands there in the warm brilliant sunshine streaming through the window, fully nude, not caring if she is seen outside. I take a picture of her silhouette, showing her plug protruding from her bottom.
Mikey greets it with more moans and four letter words. I hear him say “wife” and “gorgeous fuck slut” several times.
Georgi moves to her and caresses her breasts with his huge hands as she stands there. He takes her nipples and pinches them lightly , then harder and harder until she stifles a small cry. He turns her to him and kisses her deeply. Her small mouth is immediately his, opening to accept his desire and his penetration.
His right hand cups her front now, and she moves her legs apart to accept his intimate familiarity. I see his hands moving, massaging her, moving her lips against her button hidden beneath.
Her breathing is soon coming in gasps and small moans fill the room.
He guides her back to the bed, lays her on her back, and pushes her legs over her chest, telling her to hold them there.
“Fuck Toy, the long thin one, please.”
I hand it to him. He shows it to her.
“I’ll use this one to enter you first Pussy.” God his accent is sexy, his voice low and throaty.
She nods her head as her eyes inspect the dildo held in his hands.
“Have you ever been penetrated deeply before, Pussy?”
She shakes her head “No.”
Her eyes watch him move it to her opening. Gently he moves it vertically in her folds. I see it gather wetness quickly.
His hand movements become circular, each circular movement adding a small amount of depth to the penetration of her opening. She begins to move with him, thrusting her hips slightly forward each time he arrives at the top of the small circle, then relaxing again as he exits the bottom of her folds.
Her hands move around her legs and begin to caress her own breasts.
I move onto the bed behind her, and pull her into my lap, my legs on both sides of her, her head on my shoulder, her butt pressed tightly to my pelvic area, we are meshed together.
I reach down and insert one finger between her lips, then add another, then spread my fingers to hold her folds apart. I watch with her as he begins to enter her there with the long plastic penis. Her breath is sweet and quick as she watches, feels her body at last invaded with a sex organ.
He pushes it in now, and her body spreads to accept his violation of her.
Her whimpering is becoming louder and louder as he presses forward in his conquest of her body.
He feels a slight backpressure as he is filling her.
“OK, Pussy, this might hurt a little, but it will feel better soon, OK? Are you sure you want me to open your body up?”
She nods quickly, nervously, then shuts her eyes and scrunches her face in preparation. Her body tightens and he thrusts hard.
She screams, her unfocused eyes now wide open. She sees nothing but stars.
I caress her and coo to her, telling her “It’s OK now, sweetie, it’s OK now. All done now. Never has to be done again sweetheart. Shhhh, it is OK now.”
Slowly she relaxes into my arms as I hold her sweet body, and caress her.
Georgi sits down beside her and his huge hands also stroke her, starting with her hair, then her legs one by one. He begins to massage her feet again. For a along time we sit there, stroking her, massaging her.
Mikey is sobbing softly. “Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby………..”




“At last, I am a woman,” I hear her murmur.
Her eyes again search Georgi’s physique, as if to memorize the man that has deflowered her body. She reaches for his bulge again and tells him that she wants him now. She wants a cock to fuck her cunt, her pussy. “Fuck Pussy’s cunt, baby, please?”
Again he tells her “Be patient my little fuck Pussy, we have all night honey. There is plenty of time to make this the most perfect night of your life.”
He stands before us and slowly peels his shirt off his glorious chest. His abs ripple as he moves. He folds his shirt carefully and sets it on the chair near the door. He returns to just out of arms length, then unfastens the catch above the fly of his trousers. Slowly his slim hips emerge from the tight jeans.
Pussy makes a disappointed sound when she realizes that he has on boxer shorts. He again carefully folds his clothing and deposits it on the chair. I snap another picture of is body in the lamp light. The light catches his six pack and they show wonderfully in the picture. I send the picture to our subbie.
I hear him mutter “Oh my god!” in a few seconds.
Georgi stands here for a few seconds as we eagerly anticipate the removal of his last article of clothing.
Pussy begins to mewl softly as he stands there, tantalizing us beyond belief.
“Ready?”
“OH Fuck yes!” we gasp simultaneously.
His thumbs hook into the elastic band at the top of the boxers. Slowly, glacially slowly, he lowers them until we see his veined cock base begin to emerge from the fabric of the boxers. He pauses there and even though I know intimately well what he looks like naked, I find my self anxiously awaiting this latest unveiling.
Pussy’s hands are nervously caressing her thighs as she watches his own brand of torture.
The thick veining of his penis begins to be visible as he moves the boxers down millimeter by millimeter. Just as his glans is to appear, he stops, looks at Pussy, and asks “Do you really want this cock to fuck you, Pussy?”
I take another picture and send it.
Her breathing is ragged already, and all she can do is gasp “Oh god yes!”
The phone emits “Oh! Fucking A. What a cock!”
His fingers open, and the fabric falls away to reveal his manhood, thick, meaty, well shaped, and very dark. His balls are hanging deeply below his cock, and they frame his manhood as if they were an adornment.
Click! Send!
Then “Oh god honey, that is the perfect cock for you to fuck baby. Please baby, enjoy it all night long, let it fuck your cunt till it can’t get hard again honey. Then let it rest and then fuck it more. Let if fill your cunt with its baby making cum honey. Let him breed you baby. Let’s have a baby with him. Take him bare, nothing to stop his cum from entering you honey. Let him fuck your cunt till you scream for more sperm. Oh baby, thank you for doing this for me you sweet, sweet woman. I love you more than you can ever know, honey. Please fuck that gorgeous specimen of a man and enjoy it. Enjoy it now and tonight and tomorrow and whenever you want it, go find it and enjoy it. OH god honey, it is so manly and so beautiful. So perfect for your first real-man fucking……..” His voice fades off to a murmur again.
Pussy’s face is a mask of need now.
Georgi moves onto the bed. I reach for his manhood and pull it gently to Pussy’s lips. I caress him and move his cock head up and down her naked, gaping wet slit. I move it gently in to her wetness and coat its head with her natural copious lubrication. Her mouth is open and her need for consummation is overwhelming her.
Her moans are loud now. I snap a picture with one hand and send it to subbie so he can see his wife’s first real touch of cock head in her ripe, opulent cunt.
Moving his cock head up and down her lips causes her to involuntarily scrunch toward him.
Leaving his pulsing cock head embedded in her leaking opening, I take his big hands and place them on her breasts, closing my hands on his to encourage him to caress her. Her face is shining with a sweat caused by her need now, and her eyes are glazed in lust. Her mouth is open and her teeth are bared
“Oh fucking fuck! Oh fuck. Oh PLEASE fuck me. OH MY GOD! Fuck me, please fuck me. OH god, I need you Georgi, your fucking cock. Please fuck me with your cock, let my cunt become a woman’s cunt tonight baby. Please fuck your cock into my cunt. OH god, please, please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease.”
She reaches her hands behind him, grabs his cheeks, and at the same time she pulls, thrusts her cunt at him.
He impales her completely in one brief second of penetration.
Her orgasm is instantaneous and violent. I turn my head to the side to protect my face as her body jerks, convulses and spasms for a long, long time. The sounds she makes can only be construed as orgasm.
Georgi’s face is set in a grimace as he tries to weather her orgasm without cumming inside her.
When things slow a bit, I again photograph his insertion, her penetration, and send it off.
I hear “Oooooooooooooh ohhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh shit. I didn’t even touch it. I swear, I didn’t even touch that fucking thing and it went off anyway. Shit shit shit. Sorry honey, sorry, came again. Didn’t mean to.”
She hears nothing, she is passed out like a stone.




“Well, my little Fuck Toy, lets put her in the tub and you can pluck her pussy while she is out, so it will be bare and beautiful like yours. I need to run and take care of the other guests. Have her pretty for me when I com back, OK sweetie? Oh and by the way, instruct her on the protocol of being one of my subbies, OK? You did great honey, she is spectacular. I think she will make a perfect party toy for us, don’t you?”
I grin at his praise, and he busses my cheek as he turns to leave.
“Oh, by the way, how did you like the crumpets today. Whole grain bread, what did you think?”
“To die for baby! Keep it that way.”
“Would you like me to bring more food when I come back? Veal Parmigiana tonight.”
“God, yes, sounds delicious. We need to keep her strength up if we want to use her all night.” My grin tells him that I am still needing a lot of sex.
He chuckles. “Ok Toy, I will bring sustenance for that sexual appetite of yours. Hold your orgasms though, until I come back, just keep her hot and wet till I get here, OK?”
“OK baby, but just for you sweet cock!” I watch his perfect little tushy walk through the door.
I hold the phone up and switch the loudspeaker off.
“Are you there still my little subbie cuckold?”
“Yes mistress.”
“My battery is getting low, so I am hanging up so that I can use it for taking pictures of your wifey’s perfect body being used and fucked by other men, and for that matter, by me. What are your rules till I bring your well fucked wife home tomorrow afternoon?”
“Tomorrow? Oh my god. Oh, ………………Sorry Mistress. Just seems like such a long time.”
“You’re the one that cheated and had an orgasm tiny cocked cuck. You should be glad I don’t keep her with me till next weekend when we are going to use her as a center piece at our big annual bash.”
“Oh my god, she is going to be used at a party!”
“Yes her body is gorgeous, and she sure loves to cum. Very sensual little woman honey. She will be perfect for all the men that night, and us women too, for that matter. I remember when I was the center piece. I could barely walk for a week, but god was I a happy little woman!”
“What happens at this party, I am not so sure I like this, Toy.”
“No longer your decision little subbie, you will now and forever more do as Sir George says. Never question his decisions again, is that clear?”
A long pause, I can hear his brain thinking!
“Yes mistress.” His voice is subdued as he realizes his life has irrevocably changed. But clearly he can’t stop himself from liking the idea of his beloved wife being the center of all those people as they use her body sexually. His fantasy is coming true, and he can no longer stop it. His wife’s body is no longer his, it is hers, and he both loves and hates the idea.
“You should know two things, subbie. First, we will never make her do anything she does not want to do, OK?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“AND……..We will be using her tomorrow afternoon when we bring her home. So make yourself scarce when we get there. If you want to watch, be naked and in the closet of your marital bedroom. We will be breaking in your marriage bed with stranger’s cummies.”
“OH GOD!”
“You need to get used to the fact that many people will use her there from now on, and that you should never get in the way, so make sure you don’t. Is that clear?”
“Yes Mistress.” His voice trembles from both anxiety and excitement. The future is very uncertain for him now, and it scares him terribly while at the same time it excites him beyond belief.
“Make sure that the house is clean, and the sheets are clean, and the bed is made.”
I hang up.




“OUCH!”
I look at her newly conscious face and smile at her.
“Almost done sweetheart.”
“What are you doing to me?” She sits up in the tub. I see her hand disappear below the water, and feel her pussy. “Oh my god, my pussy is smooth! Did you shave me?”
“No sweetie, I plucked you while you were passed out in your petite moiré.” I giggle.
“What on earth is that?”
“When you have a very intense orgasm, sometimes your body does not supply enough blood to your brain, then you pass out. It does no harm and is actually a huge compliment to your lover.”
“And that happened to me?”
Smile. “Yes honey, you went out like a light.”
“I remember watching his penis enter me, then starting to shake and wiggle.”
Her face grows pensive and her eyes look at my face for awhile.
“Was that an orgasm?”
I nod and smile at her.
“God! Let me have more!..................Incredible!”
“Lie back down so that I can finish you up before Sir George comes back.”
“Sir George?”
“Yes baby, he is a Dom, like I was telling you about. Remember?” She nods.
“We show respect by calling him Sir George. He expects you to do it now as well, because he has taken you as his little toy.”
“Toy? Are you his toy too?”
My face breaks into a huge grin. “Your question is your answer. Welcome to the group, Pussy Toy! We are both owned by Sir George now. You will love it. I do, I would not have it any other way baby.”
Her face shows both interest and concern.
She lies back, and I continue removing the last little short hairs by her precious little opening.
“That feels both good and hurts at the same time.”
“It is the pain/pleasure response we have as women. You will learn to love the feeling of soft hands caressing you as they pluck you baby.”
“What else does this mean, that I am owned by Sir George? And how does this affect my marriage, Toy?”
“Well……..this is all totally voluntary honey. You never will have to do anything that you don’t want to. NEVER! OK?”
She nods, listening intently.
“But, that said, I love being owned, because I feel so free. I AM so free. The responsibility of what will happen to me is his, and I don’t have to worry about it. Like, when I go to a party, he tells me what to do and when to do it, and I just do it. It is great!”
“Like ….. what does he tell you to do?”
“Oh, like have sex with that woman, or fuck that man, or give him a blow job, or bring me a drink. That kind of thing. ……………There, all done. Feel it now.”
Her hand reaches down and her fingers caress her mons, then her soft, thin little lips, as she explores her new self. A smile grows on her face.
“God, so smooth and soft.”
“Yes and no scratchies either! It’s great, huh?”
Her lips curl up into a smile. “It feels so sexy. I feel slutty touching myself like this, and so free, like I am a little girl again.”
“Also baby, no more bras, and no more panties. We are naked under our clothing whenever Sir George is with us.”
The light dawns. “So that is why you had no panties on in the car!”
“Yep, and wasn’t it exciting when you saw my smooth bald little body staring at you?”
“You did that on purpose didn’t you?”
“Yeah baby,” I chuckle.
“So you are telling me that these “Parties’ are orgies where we have sex with lots of people?”
“Some of them are honey. Some of them are just regular parties. Some of them are a night of everyone making love to each other, and some of them we will be the entertainment, everyone doing us, and some of them will be us in the back bedroom taking whoever walks through the door, or what ever else Sir tells us to do.”
I watch her face closely. Her emotions flicker across it quickly. They cycle from shock to intrigue, to shame, to desire. Finally the emotional transitions slow, and her eyes seek mine.
“How do we make sure we don’t get venereal diseases?”
“Excellent question baby. Good question. Every one in this group is required to be tested the week before the party, or any other contact, and to provide proof in writing of being clean at the party, when they enter. When you can have all the sex you want at the parties, they tend not go out in between parties, for the most part. And, believe it or not, most of them are straight eight professional people except at the parties. No drugs are allowed at parties other than alcohol. Not even cigarettes are allowed.”
“When is Sir George coming back to us?”
“He has to take care of his other guests, then he is going to bring us supper.”
“Will we have sex with him again?”
“Do you want to honey?”
“Oh god! Yes! He has like a perfect body and face. His hands turn me on so much! God, I was SO turned on! For the first time in my life. I want to have sex with him for the rest of my life, every day, every night!”
Monik is clearly on board our train steaming toward that place called Pleasure.



I offer her my hand, and she rises from the water, her body now smooth from her neck down. She steps lithely from the tub and I dry her exquisite body with tender caring caresses.
“Toy, should I really use those four letter words?”
“Fucking A baby. Let yourself loose those inhibitions that your mother and grandmother and her grandmother taught you. Four letter words are almost invariably the ones that best describe the thing needing describing honey. Think about it, what word better describes shit than the word ‘shit.’ Same way with our bodies, cunt is certainly the perfect description of our pussies, right?”
“Well, when you put it that way………………….” Her giggle has new lusty tone to it.
We return to the wonderfully decorated combination bedroom-living room of the cottage. It is now totally dark outside. We leave the curtains open. The window acts as a huge full length mirror. It also still acts as a huge window if you happen to be standing outside. Monik seems oblivious to the potential of that.
She stands before it, softly stroking her new baldness, admiring her newly revealed form. She parts her thin lips and watches how her hand looks there. One hand strays to her breast as the other remains below. I watch with baited breath as she stimulates herself in full view of anyone standing outside.
Her breasts begin to rise and fall as she moves into her own first reverie of masturbation. Her eyes close and her fingers complete the magic of self arousal. Her breasts begin to heave and her chest convulses in gasping attempts at breath as she cascades over the waterfall of orgasm. I catch her as her knees give out, laying her gently on the bed. I kiss her lips as she lays there, her eyes open but seeing nothing.
My hand cannot restrain itself, and it moves to her smoothness. My mouth strays to her nipples. They respond into my nibbling, suckling lips, as if telling me that they are mine.
Her eyes close again and she lets me move her along that same path of sexual response. Soon her body can no longer restrain itself, and her orgasm this time causes her to utter mumbling shrieks of delight. Even during her moment of delight, I continue to stimulate her, and her orgasm slows then rushes again to an overwhelming peak of super consciousness. Still I continue to play her violin of sensation till she becomes a writhing shrieking nymph of sexual debauchery. She passes out in the brilliant light of self discovery.
I cover her body with the sheet to stave off any chill. Her face is that of an angelic host. She looks again like the teenager she had described, relaxed, no wrinkles of worry. Her fear of losing her husband, her concern of being a “real” woman, are gone.




“Should I let him impregnate my Toy?”
“What are you doing for birth control now?”
“Weeeeeeell,…………………….nothing! I stopped it five years ago when it became clear that my husband could not have sex with m……………..would not FUCK me! THERE! I FUCKING SAID IT!”
A pause.
“FUCK that felt good Fuck Toy!”
“It does, doesn’t it. Letting go. Saying what we really mean. Not mincing any words. Just letting ourselves by ourselves. I feel so free since I started doing that.”
“You? You use to be like me?”
Giggle. “Yes baby. I was once a hung-up, worried, paranoid little woman. Then I met Georgi, ooops, Sir George, and together we have traveled this road of self discovery. And here I am. Happy, uninhibited, sexy, and with you, a gorgeous woman that has started her own road of discovery.”
“Sir George was hung up?”
“Well, no. He was always a free spirit since I met him, but he has grown a lot just the same. But his understanding that he was a Dom is new since me. And the group is new, we started it.” My smile is not quite a smirk, but it is certainly proud of its accomplishments.
She is still lying on the bed, covered with the sheet.
“Fuck Toy?”
“Yes my little Pussy toy!” My eyes twinkle as she looks at me.
She decides I am not mocking her, but instead accepting her as an equal. She smiles mischievously.
“Teach me how to pleasure you? Please?”
Oh my god! That is music to my ears!
I slip under her sheet and put my arms around her. “Just start touching me wherever you wish, and if I want you to do something else, I will tell you. Just play with my body where you would want me to play with you, OK?”
“Deni?”
“Yeah baby?”
“Are we sinning?” The question at last.
Her hands have stopped touching me. Her body is lying still and desolate. She is suddenly alone and out of touch.
“Baby………”
Her face turns to me in abject horror at the thought she may be sinning now.
“Let me answer this in a round about way, OK? Then I will tell you why I feel so certain that what I am going to tell you is right, OK?”
She relaxes slightly, then nods.
“Are you familiar with the mating habits of the goose?”
She shakes her head no. A quick head shake of rapt concentration.
“Geese mate for life. Once they mate, find their mate, they are forever true blue. They never ever change mates. Even if their mate dies, they do not find a new mate. That is universally true for both male and female.”
“God, really?”
“Yes baby. God could have made us that way too, but he didn’t. I believe god is nothing if not logical, quantum mechanics aside.”
“What does that mean?”
“I am just saying that if god wanted us to mate for life, he would have made us that way. IF god had wanted us to only have sexual sensations with the opposite sex, he would have made us that way. IF god had wanted us to not be able to feel pleasure in our rump, he would have made us that way. IF god had made us so that we could not experience orgasm with an animal, he would have made us that away.”
“An animal?!!!”
“Yes baby, an animal.” I realize too late that I probably should have left that till later.
“In any case, I believe god made us the way he wants us. Just like he did with the geese.”
“So your saying that if it feels good, do it?”
“No, not quite. I think that you have to apply one more criteria.”
“What is that?”
“Love. The imperative of Love. Not physical love, but heart Love. I am saying that if I made love to you, and if that act of making love to you is not in your best interest, it is wrong, no matter whether it feels good to us or not.”
“Give me an example.”
“Lets say that I when I talked for a long time to your husband last night I found out that he is the type that can not handle the fact that we are having sex together. Lets say he found out and divorced you. Would that be in your best interest? I think not. I would have been selfish, you would have been selfish. We would have been dishonest, especially with your husband.”
“Your saying that we would not have been acting with love.”
“Exactly!”
“But since my husband has wanted this since he was , well, a long time ago, we have acted with love by giving it to him.”
“Don’t forget that you want this too, sweet Pussy!”
She giggles with the sound of a tinkling bell.
“I did didn’t I? FUCK, lets be honest, since we are talking about honesty, I do want it, don’t I?”
Her tinkling giggle again. Her eyes sparkle as she looks at me.
“And the reason you’re so sure of this?”
“Well, you are already lying down, so hang on.”
“Hang on?”
“Yes baby, hang on”
She actually does grab the sheet.
“I have died twice.”
“NO SHIT!”
I can actually feel her brain thinking this through. Her eyes lose their focus for a few seconds.
Her words tumble out spilling over the top of each other. “My god, tell me what it felt like, tell me what happened after you died, tell me….”
I put my hand over her mouth.
I tell her my experiences with god, how I felt incredible Love, how I realized that god WAS Love. How I realized that if what I did was done with Love, it was not a sin, not wrong.
“Wow!” is all she can say.




Under the sheets, her hands begin again to explore my body. I surrender my body to her and she caresses me with the naïve softness of a new lover. I revel in her inexperience. I absorb her earnest attempts at pleasuring me. Her hesitation to touch my private parts allows me to smile in understanding as I remember my first bi experience.
She touches me with such sincerity that I have to respond. I move my hands to her silkiness and I caress her where I know she will most enjoy it. She begins to mimic my movements and touches. I begin to soar.
Mmmmmmm.
Knock, knock, knock. , Sir is here again. I kiss her deeply, passionately; my tongue explores her mouth as Sir enters our cottage and begins to set up our dinner. The smells of the food are too much. We both rise and walk unashamedly naked to the table stacked with the source of the delicious smelling scents.
We eat ravenously, watching Sir as he revels in our appreciation of his cooking, and the sight of our naked bodies.
He opens the Chablis and serves us with white napkin in place. I sample the wine, sniffing it and sipping, then swishing my mouth with it, letting the taste settle, and then swallowing.
“Excellent, Sir George!”
He fills our wine glasses to about one inch.
We settle back and enjoy the wine. He joins us.
“Well, my little Pussy, how are you liking this day of exploration?”
She lowers her head in embarrassment. “OK.”
“Just OK? Are you liking your time with my little Fuck Toy, my dear?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl. Perfect. I have to tell you that I have very much enjoyed getting to know your body. I would also like to get to know you, too, my little Pussy.”
“OK.”
Sir asks questions of Monik and gets her to relax over the next hour or two. Soon she is as comfortable with him as I am. Her body relaxes and her face re-assumes that remarkable vitality that had first attracted me to her.
Then, “So, Pussy, how do you feel about my owning you?”
“Well………………………………………….”
A long pause, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. He waits her out. His eyes do not move from her face, her eyes. His face is soft, caring, and responsive. Finally she looks up and sees a friend sitting there, not a mean or hard man.
“I have lots of questions.”
“I can certainly understand that. Ask away, and we will work through this issue by issue, question by question. No question is out of line, no question is stupid. Just ask anything you want to know. Anything.”
By ten o’clock she has exhausted her list of questions.
“I think I would like to be owned by you Sir George, if this is what it is like. Toy told me that it is lots of fun and very rewarding. So yes! I would like to try it. Do I need to ask my husband first?”
This time I answer her. “No Pussy, he already knows. It will take a while for you to understand the new relationship you have with him, but this is what it is like now, as far as he is concerned. You make the decision of who is to use your body, he has no say at all. You make the decisions as to what his role will be in your sex life. He has no say. Your body is yours, not his, he has no say about it. He wants it this way. It turns him on to not have any control of your body. It turns him on to know that his penis will never enter you, nor will he be allowed to even try again, not ever, unless you specifically ask him to. He will perform what ever task or request you have. It is your job to make sure he does. He wants your marriage to be this way. In other words, you wear the pants in the family.”
Sir fills in, “So, Pussy. Tomorrow when you get home, and you two are alone again finally, you are to tell him how it is going to be. If the rules ever need to be changed to make you happy, then you will tell him how they are changed. For instance, if you take a hankering to a man, and you want to have sex with him, you can take your lover to a hotel, or take him home, and either have hubbie leave, or watch, or suck your lover’s cock to make him ready for you. Your husband is yours to guide, order around, made to obey you. This is what will make him happy.
“Pussy, you must understand something; this is NOT ‘taking’ on your part, it is ‘giving’ on your part. You are showing him love by being willing to do this for him. And he will be forever grateful. This is how he will feel loved by you.”
“Wow.”
We sip our wine in silence as it sinks in.