In the Mirror

This is an adult write, so if you are under 18 please leave. Also it might be a little intense so read with caution it might trigger emotions

Looking at the glass what will I see, what is looking back at me?

Lines creeping as time marches on, silver showing for all to see

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Looking deeper what will I see there, eyes dark and hollow

The pitch and roll of life make a challenge for the horizon to follow

The sparkle and luster faded over time but not yet gone away

The thirst for adventure never quenched, the fiery need to play

Dreams danced and twisted, some lay gnarled and withered now

Time the friend and thief makes all things change somehow

The fog has crept over, steam had clouded the sight, yet here I am

Standing in the room seeing the suddenly exposed hand

Only in the mist can it be seen, a treasure to be revealed

Like a desire that only the right circumstance can be revealed

Fuck I can smell it, that sweet scent of fear excreted from every pore

Pushing till there is only the crumbling edge and nothing more

Yes, the sweet taste as I run my tongue along the spine savoring

The flesh rising in bumps as the heat of my breath become intoxicating

Pressing on as the growing need overrides the fear, a whimper

Lust has a way of making the raw desire become something simpler

Close you eyes and just feel, shiver from the chill of the steel

The rush of sliding the blade over flesh, the gasps and shudders

Blindfolded so sound and smell become heightened, even touch

A scrape, a ping, what is he doing? It is a mind fuck to do such

That primal growl in the ear, a nail sliding along the face slowly

Beg me my little fucking whore, my words drip with lusty honey

The world gone, just your body locked here with my attentions

Scream in need, yell in hunger, cry out in lust, be alive with intention

Scream foul if you dare, this is the edge of madness and desire

Letting it all go, there is only this moment to feel everything inspired

Ask for it, say what you need as helplessly the ropes hold you fast

Taste it on your tongue my fingers on your lip now pressed

Lashing the needing flesh with my tongue, cry in pleasure now

Release any pent-up reservations and let the feeling rush and flow

Real it back in, come back to earth and remember to breathe

Aching as the crash comes, falling like a comet into the reeds

Sweat flowing like a river off bodies, gasps for air slowing

The body relaxing as the world flows back, routine showing

The eyes looking back, the feeling it is all off track but still here

The fog lifting as the fan runs everything slowly becomes clear

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The face looking back showing a few years but still the same I knew

A deep breath today is another day starting fresh and new

Will it be a wild adventure, or will it be my version of normal?

Will I spend the day in my head or will it become something formal?

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Can we negotiate

I felt a shudder as Steven was close to my other side. Sara took the Bowie knife and slowly cut the remaining cloths off Jackie and tied her down.

Continued from the story like I have been running for the past month. Enjoy and for those under 18 this is not a place for you do please leave.

The previous stories are .The Great Adventure .The Game .The Cave

Sitting down on one side of the makeshift table with Jackie my mind raced as Chad, Sara and Steven stood on the other. The feeling of apprehension growing in my gut as different scenarios played out in that crazy space everyone has in their mind. Best case we would somehow walk out unscathed from the cave then run like hell back to civilization. I am not really one to focus on a best case though, my mind ran more along the lines of never being found as we are tortured and left in the woods for the bears. Maybe our remains be found when they were breaking ground for the banjo hall of fame or something like that.

Sara was the wild card, twirling her long pigtails and smacking her gum like some country version of Harley, I knew she would have to be the one to reason with. The guys might be the muscle, but it was easy to see she was in control. Her crop top just barely covering her ample breast showing off her tight abs, the short cutoff blue jean shorts all but flaunting the rest of what she had to offer. Both the guys in their dirty stained blue jeans with dingy cut off tee-shirts sporting a different rock band, were calm as their eyes stayed focused on us. Jackie did her best to keep herself covered with the remains of her cut tee-shirt.

“So Bo, riddle me this,” Sara started off with a playful glen in her eye “you liked it when you thought Chad was watching you two, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I stammered

“Oh no big boy, you liked it. You made sure Chad got a good look-n-see. You did not really seem to mind till you felt trapped by me and Steven. So, do you feel trapped, scared, worried thinking about what we might do to you guys?”

Swallowing hard I new she was toying with me as well. Testing my reaction, my response. A classic battle of wills and resolve, or was it something simple as she was taking charge even if I did not wish it? No, if that were the case we would not being talking, the guys were people of action more that thought and restraint. This was more a cat and mouse game with her, or maybe more a couple kids coming to the playground and the others wanting to see if they could play too.

“The lady asked you a question.” Steven barked gruffly

I snickered and he bowed up. I knew he felt slighted but calling Sara a lady was funny to me. She was a far cry from my definition of a lady.

“My apologies man, no need to get all bent out of shape.”

It was easy to see he was trying to show off for Sara, but she was focused on me. I doubt there had been many men in her past that would have been difficult for her to manipulate. For her, I was an unknown, a challenge, she needed to know how far she could get into my head.

“You think I am not a lady” Sara said with a playful pout.

She got up and rounded the table. Running her hand up Jackie’s arm I saw Jackie tense up even more. Sara leaned in close and kissed the side of Jackie’s face, her lips slowly gliding towards those soft lips I had felt many times. Sara’s hand slid to the back of Jackie’s head and applied enough pressure to lock lips as I watched Jackie melt into the moment. I was far from the first time she had been with a woman and I always enjoyed watching or participating with them. The situation here though was quite different than any other we had been in before. It was obvious Chad and Steven were enjoying the view too, but they remained on their side of the table.

“Tell me tasty little thing, what would it take for you to agree to let me any my boys enjoy some time with you, and your guy?”

Jackie looked at me with confusion and concern in her eyes. We were far from exclusive but normally we had an evening or more of negotiation for the wants, needs, soft and hard limits. This would be a first for us negotiating on the fly.  She looked at the trio as they eyed her like a new toy then looked back at me and bit her bottom lip. That was a sign I knew saying she was game for seeing what would happen.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked after the long hanging pause

“Well big boy, how about you guys watching us girls enjoy each other and I tie this little sweet thing down. Nothing harsh just some oral and fucking. With condoms of course, we like to be safe when we have fun.”

I looked down at Jackie and gave a shrug, she looked up and smiled sheepishly then gave a nod to say she was game. The tension changed from apprehension to excitement as the guys started to shuffle around to get a better view.

Sara smiled as she kissed Jackie and ran her hands over her body and slid open her already cut shirt. It was so sexy watching them play together. Chad crept up next to me to get a better view. He reached down to his boot and I gasped as he pulled out a boot knife.

“Hey buddy, relax. Sara is a pro and you are going to love watching this.”

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I felt a shudder as Steven was close to my other side. Sara took the Bowie knife and slowly cut the remaining cloths off Jackie and tied her down. Chad was right, I loved watching her work, she was as good with a knife as I was. She turned and gave me a wink then handed me the blade as the guys got undressed and stood waiting for their turn as Sara enjoyed the sweet taste of Jackie.

“Just say red if things get too much for you baby, okay?” Sara said with a wink.

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The Cave

Welcome to the next installment of this story line. The trigger warning is in place for readers. If you are under 18 scram, you are not old enough to be reading this. It is time to start the decent into the rabbit hole of where I envision this going. The first two parts are The Great Adventure  and The Game  .   ~And off we go!~

The cave offered Jackie and I a fun place to explore our kink even more. The couple bed like areas might have been used for sleeping or something but that must have been years ago. At least that was my hope. The notches were perfect for the climbing rope I always carried in my bag. Tying Jackie down I started to tease her through her clothing. Her nipple responding as I blew hot air onto the material then pulled back allowing the natural coolness of the cave to excite them. Those mews of pleasure encouraged me as I slid my hand inside her shorts. Running my finger over the wet hungry lips I had many wicked plans for later. Her back arching and eyes pleading for me to continue. Caught up in the moment I took my boot knife and grabbed her shirt. Without a word I cut it open exposing her beautiful breast. That gasp of shock and surprise made my mind race as I leaned down and took a hard nipple in my teeth. The whimpering moan as I tugged was sexy as hell.

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The sound of footsteps on the loose floor behind us made me freeze. Jackie was to in the moment to notice as I turned to see Chad the property owner watching us. He smiled and gave a wink as if to encourage me. I am all good with people watching but this was an unusual situation. The reality of us being in a cave on his property and the way the place seemed too perfect a find sent a chill of anxiety for a moment. Jackie was too far into what I was doing to let that stop me. Chad leaned against a wall and gave a since of ease as I proceeded to bite and lick over her body. I knew those favorite places she had, when my teeth grazed her armpit Jackie pulled hard against the rope. This time I used more force latching on. Her pleasure filled cry as I felt my teeth grip her flesh, she was going crazy as I knew how much she needed to feel my finger in her. Pushing into her wetness there was no holding back as Jackie exploded, the beautiful sound of her orgasm crashing against the walls of the cave.

The sound of Chad giving a clap for our performance shocked Jackie out of the moment.

“What the hell?” She yelped. “How long has he been watching us?”

I shrugged my shoulders “I do not know. I am glad he enjoyed watching.”

“Untie me!” Jackie demanded

“Why? He is just watching, and I know how much you enjoy being watched.” I growled looking in her eyes

“You put on one hell of a show.” Chad said “Plus if I remember right this cave is in the off-limits area. Ever wonder why?”

I swallowed hard as I could see he was really the one in control. Especially when his girl twirled around him. She had been hidden by his shadow in the dim light.

“Oh baby, they look like so much fun, do you think I could play with her too?” she begged Chad

“You would have to ask them Sara. Right now, it looks like they are scared as jackrabbits.”

Chad was right, maybe it had been too many crime dramas but all I could think was we were in real danger now, especially with the two of them there between us and the exit. I reached down to pull the quick release to let Jackie up. As I touched the tope another voice from the shadows.

“Not so fast sport, we were just enjoying the show. No need to get all flustered and run off.”

I could not see the person saying it but the shadowy figure with the gruff male voice sent a shudder along my spine. I looked down as Jackie as she looked back with fear and pleading in her eyes. I pulled the rope; it was do our die as her hands were free. My heart racing as they stood their ground. Jackie untied her feet as I moved closer to them to protect her.

“Aw Buck, no need to get all excited the voice said as he took a step forward.

The tall well build new guy was imposing. He reached out his hand to shake mine

“Hi, my name is Steven. I help with the upkeep here. We just heard some noises and thought something bad was going on. Glad you guys are okay. That is one hell of an adventurous girl you got there.”

Trepidation raced through me as I reached out to shake his hand. His big grin as we shook hands did little to set my mind at easy.

“So now that you know me, how about we talk about what you two are doing here?”

“I think you figured that out watching” I shot back smartly

“No need to get all huffy man, I was just trying to be friendly. You want to be friendly right?”

The tone of his voice made it clear we were going to be friendly if we wanted to or not. I looked back at Jackie. The look on her face was between worry and curiosity. I knew we had played games where she was helpless with strangers making me watch but this was different, this was real.

Sara walked over to me, she ran her finger along my arm and over my chest. There was a sultry mischief begging for action. She was adjusted to getting her way as she slid her hand down and gripped my crotch.

“Oh baby, you got something I would really enjoy seeing in action.” Her voice almost a dare as she continued her fondling.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked before I lost my nerve.

“There you go tiger.” Chad said. “How about we all sit down and see what kind of an agreement we can come to.”

Jackie and I stood on one side of the makeshift bed as Chad, Steven and Sara took the other side.

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The Game

Her blonde pigtails bound with the bright pink bows bounced around her face as she playfully walked toward Chad. Her long slender finger poked him in the chest and drew a heart along the checkered pattern shirt. She turned playfully leaning back and running her hand to the back of his neck in the maneuver.

Trigger warning Rough, forced, adult content. Continued from The Great Adventure

The chime from the gate opening let Chad and Sara know company was coming. It was expected of course, the nice-looking couple had made reservations for a week-long stay at the country retreat. Chad walked in the house to check the CCTV his gaze fixated on the jeep’s slow approach. Watching as it crept along sending up a cloud of dust along the rock driveway. Just as they came to the bend where they would be in sight Chad got up to give them a proper meeting.

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It had been Sara’s idea to turn the family farm into a retreat to make some extra money. Chad was opposed to it at first but warmed up to the idea when she shared her ideas and the advantages it could present. The idea of having strangers freely roaming over the same land he grew up and played on was bothersome at first. It was not until he talked with his lifelong friend Steven that he realized it could be a great idea. The two of them had always been inseparable and even now lived only a mile apart.

Chad greeted the new arrivals and gave them the basic rundown of the place and of course his hand drawn map of the grounds. He had created special romantic trails cut through the place down to the creek and small waterfall, he even made a couple of gazebos for hanging out and letting the day pass by. He left out several personal favorite areas on the grounds, marking them on the map as dangerous areas for visitors to avoid. Areas like the cave he used to play in as a kid and later took his friends to and a few special ladies to. Also the old stone building Steven had found with him when they were teens that eventually it became their unofficial clubhouse. Chad watch the couple get into their jeep and drive to the cabin in the back. While they were on their way, he sent a text to Steven.

“Game on”

“See you tonight” was the reply.

“Hey Sara!” Chad bellowed through the house “Are we supposed to make them dinner tonight?”

Sara swung around the corner one hand on the frame with a lollypop in her mouth and a half smile.

“Nope, they just asked for a basket of fruit for tonight.” She replied

Her blonde pigtails bound with the bright pink bows bounced around her face as she playfully walked toward Chad. Her long slender finger poked him in the chest and drew a heart along the checkered pattern shirt. She turned playfully leaning back and running her hand to the back of his neck in the maneuver.

“You fancy them?”

Chad swallowed hard and felt his pulse racing. Sara was almost a decade younger with her twenty fifth birthday just around the corner, but just as wild and crazy. She knew about the antics of her husband and his best friend; they were the troublemakers that turn into respectable men as far as anyone else knew. She was no fool, she knew their proclivity for getting into trouble was hidden just under that calm appearance.

“How about I relieve some of that tension before you let your ideas out run your thinking babe” Sara said in a playful tone.

She did not wait for the reply and she fell to her knees. Before Chad could move her hands deftly ripped off his belt. With her teeth she slowly lowered the zipper of his pants while never breaking eye contact. Chad’s moans were all the encouragement she needed as his shaft strained against the material. Sara put her hands behind her back and locked her fingers in the belt she used to hold up her skirt. The deft teasing use of her tongue slid the material to expose the tip for Chad’s pleasure and her desire. She worked her magic tongue as Chad grabbed the pigtails and forced himself roughly into her waiting mouth. She knew his mind was still on their new visitors as she made a growling sound that sent a vibration along his shaft. That was all it took for Chad to explode in her hungry mouth, her eyes smiling as she knew how to take care of her man.

The day passed slowly like all hot summer afternoon in the southern states. Chad kept himself occupied with chores around the farm. Sara made a fruit basket to take to the guests and headed down to their cabin that was secluded in the back. After a brief knock she realized they were out exploring the place. Placing the fruit basked on the shaded porch Sara heading along the trails to see if she could observe their new guests and maybe even watch them for a while. No such luck getting a show as they ere just rambling around.

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Sara headed back to the house and walked in the door. As she entered a hand quickly grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth. She had no time to scream as she was pinned against the wall. The hot breath smelled of peaches and moonshine. The dirty old work boot kicked her legs apart, the rough hand snaking under her shirt while calloused fingers grated over her wet slit. She knew fighting him off would be impossible.

“You are such a dirty whore; I can feel you getting wet already.” That unmistakable deep growl of Steven’s voice sent a shudder and thrill along her spine.

His hand ripped her shirt open, buttons clattering across the floor as his hand gripped her throat. The pinch of his thick fingers cutting off the blood to her brain as the room spun. Steven manhandled her like a rag-doll and tossed her bent over a table. Her brain was spinning when she felt the first thrust slam deep in her. Before long he was grunting like an animal and pulled out to let the white streams of his cum land on her ass and skirt. As Sara looked up, she could see the red glow from Chad’s cigarette.

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Magic Box

The single light beaming down into Jasmin’s face blinded her from seeing across the table. The hard metal folding chair started to feel like a torture device. Her hands cuffed to a ring under the table forced her to sit up straight as well as prevented her from resting them. The room was a touch warm but not hot enough to sweat with classical music playing in the background.  His voice was monotone as he asked the questions making her even more anxious. She knew he was watching for any tells as he asked each question on the paper before him. Starting with her name, age where she lived, he worked his way methodically down the list.

“Have you ever engaged in any unusual or deviant sexual behavior, or do you plan to in the near future?”

That question jolted her to the core. What was considered unusual or deviant? Her mind raced across the different things her lovers had done with and to her. All of it was exciting to her as she explored her sexual sides. The sudden sliding of pictures across the table made her feel even more exposed. There were images of her bound in various positions, experiencing the joy of embracing her submissive side. The sudden scraping of his chair as it was suddenly pushed back. He walked around the table, little more that a form in shadows as he walked behind her.

“Look at those pictures!” his voice a commanding snarl “Do you feel this type of behavior is appropriate?”

Jasmin shifted in her chair, her mind went back to each scene and the pleasure she got from each one shown. She could feel her nipples getting even harder, that butterfly in the pit of her stomach came alive. His hot breath on the back of her neck as he was right behind her. She began to sweat as her face flushed.

“Well, is it acceptable? Is this the kind of behavior you think is appropriate to engage in?”

“I, I enjoyed what happened in those pictures.” Jasmin stammered.

“I see.” He replied. “What part did you enjoy the most?”

Each picture showed different type scenes, each had been new to her at the time. They all were something she liked. The one in the middle though, she tried to not look directly at it. She remembered the feeling of being naked in the room, kneeling as each hand was tied to her ankle, forcing her to sit up straight and exposing her breast. The bar between her knees keeping her legs forced apart. The way his rough hands explored her body, probing her openings wile all she could do was take it. The pinch of the clams on each nipple, the cold invasion in her pussy and ass when he put the strange looking belt oh her.

“What did you enjoy the most?” he asked again

“The one in the middle.” Jasmin knew better than to lie, he would have found out anyway.

“How interesting.” He said, his voice still steady even though his breathing had sped up. “Would you like that again? To be exposed and used?”

Her voice just above a whisper as she replied “Yes”

There was no time for her to react as he uncuffed her. Jasmin could feel herself offering no resistance as he manhandled her. Being picked up and laid on the table before she was secured to it. Her legs quickly bound then her wrists tied to her ankles again. A small stand was placed under her head because it otherwise would lean off the end of the table. In just a few quick minutes Jasmin was tied to the table with the pictures under her. Their uneven feeling over the smooth surface added to her feeling exposed. Then the magic box, she could see the cold metal inserts as he walked closer, the wires attached to the box. She shuddered as he pushed them in. A final touch as he added a blindfold, she could only hear and feel everything. A click and the light pulsing began.

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Jasmin lay there as the man adjusted the dials, the speed and intensity of the little shock running into her pussy and over the clit causing them to spasm till she arched without warning. The wave of pleasure took her by surprise.

“Now it is time for you to ride the wave” he said with a sinister tone.

A tweak to the settings and Jasmin felt her whole body tense, this was beyond words. The never-ending intense peak of an orgasm. She could hear him counting but it was like a far away sound. Then a click and her body collapsed. He chuckled as she whimpered.

“I told you that I could make you experience an unrelenting orgasm.” His voice almost triumphant. “I just needed you to pick which point we would start from. Now five, four three two, one.”

A click and he turned the machine back on. Jasmin jerked and arched suddenly; the peak of pleasure rushed through her body as he left it on the setting. The world started to blur more and more the longer he left it on. Sweat covered her flesh as he watched. Her muscles tight and shaking as there was no end. He flipped the switch off, she collapsed in total exhaustion. She half expected some smoldering effect from her body as he unhooked her. Taking off the blindfold she could see his smile like a proud cat that caught the bird.

“You did great Jasmin, you made it to the two minute mark.”

“Two minutes? That was just two minutes?”

“I told you, the box is a magic time machine. Now next time we will try something a bit different” he said with a wink and looked over toward the St Andrews cross.

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Truth be told

Truth be told, I despise the cold, the chill to the bone that makes me feel old

Frozen in place hands over my face, I see the scene now set in place

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Polaroids spread on the table, the rope slung high in the stable

Under the pictures a silver disk, on it written she really wanted this

The camera still on the pod as I put it in, a flicker then the show begins

Arms tied and held over her head, unkept hair draped down the head

Bedraggled locks falling over her face, pictures frozen in time locked in place

The expression torn from time, that look of anticipation or sublime

Red flesh from heavy hands show clear, his game of pleasure and fear

She was just his toy along for the ride, his canvas to display with pride

Another picture showing the thick hand, she is no match for this powerful man

Her lithe body a plaything for his desire, that look in her eyes is a burning fire

Pulled close to his face she can feel his hot breath, a kiss that is taken at his behest

She could only struggle and fight in place, he had control in this dank place

The smell of hay in the old stall she was held in, his paradise to enjoy again

A nook that opened with a flip on the latch, implements hung for use inside that

A shiver had to have run along her spine, his fingers touching her so divine

The bench perfectly set in place, bent over and fastened in the space

Shuffling around the photos seeing what was done, seeing as she came undone

The flogger licking her flesh that glowed bright, such a sweet beautiful sight

I can imagine the sounds of her gasps echoing, his work undisturbed harrowing

On her toes as her body strains and writhes, the waves of pleasure crashes and subsides

His fingers rough now explore her wetness, her face flush, her thoughts anyone guess

A thrust as she shrieks at the sudden invasion, cold floods her from his creation

Glass toy left in a bucket of cold water, to cool the heat which he brought her

Parched lips now wetted from his finger, the taste of her wetness now lingers

The straw offered tastes of sweet juice as she sips, the cold fades inside her lips

A minute for her to recoup her composure, now again his hands take over

His hands grip hard into the tender flesh, rubbing and kneading her tender ass

No warning as the implement is quickly pulled out, hollow inside as she thrashes about

She whimpers and begs for him to take her, his hand strikes hard as he spanks her

Howls and shrieks as she was unprepared, everything his plan carefully prepared

The tempo staccato as his hand works feverishly, her ache now a burning need

Begging and pleading her voice now his song as the rhythm goes along

One hand working over her bright red flesh, the over exploring her slippery wetness

Over the edge in a crashing cascade she explodes, pent up need suddenly unloads

Milking every moment of ecstasy as she shakes, his mind inventory now takes

The rope appears and is lashed around a breast, she gasps, he works fast

Then another, her breast bound as he smiles, he had a plan all the while

A clothes pin snaps and she shudders as words like smacks he utters

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Each clip fastened she arches off the bench more, now untied with feet on the floor

Again, her hands are bound over her head, he stands back as she watches in dread

Flicking and playing with the rowel on the wheel, she ached to know how it would feel

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First a special touch for his evil plan, a bar to keep her feet apart as she would stand

Exposed to him, she was totally at his mercy, her cries brought him such glee

Each breast now felt the bite of the wheel, no words for what she should feel

Now she was lost in a world so surreal, she was his toy the images revealed

A blindfold next he used to cover her eyes, now everything would be a surprise

Unable to look away as he took her like a savage man, I knew this was part of his plan

Her anticipation as his moved his things around, gaging her reaction to each sound

The sound of the blade sent a chill over her skin, his hot breath as he said shall we begin

That moan as his hand slid along her chest, his hand on her throat she leaned back to rest

Teasing her body, sliding it over her skin, the cold steel on hot flesh a gasp I took in

Sliding between her thighs as his lips caressed down her spin, he growled and said you are mine

I jumped as I saw him raise quickly, she wailed as he plunged the handle to fill her need

He invaded her with the rough handle holding the blade, that look of pleasure on display

On her toes she was primal and screaming, I could not stop watching what was streaming

Pulling the handle out he tossed it to the floor, in a single thrust she was begging for more

Savage animal lust as he painted her skin, his red prints on her breast as she was full of him

His hand on her throat as he grunted and thrust, both lost in primal lust

The crimson running down over she soft flesh, my eyes fixated on what came next

A beastly roar as he unleashed his pent-up need, she shook as he used her in his greed

Holding tight for a minute he finally relaxed, then took her down and laid her on the sack

Cuddling her his hand running through her hair, it was just the two of them without a care

As the flicker turned to static there was a shock, need took over as I shook

A shower nearby I needed to take a moment to cool down, before I headed back to town

Turning the water on it was cold as ice, I took a deep breath and washed off my vice

Truth be told I hate the cold, but the film I had just watch made me feel nothing but bold.

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Sandy

His was fedora tipped down; the long trench coat kissed by the fog glistening in the early morning streetlights. As he pulled in the open door at the warehouse Sandy started to freak out.

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His was fedora tipped down; the long trench coat kissed by the fog glistening in the early morning streetlights. Just for a moment taking it all in, the earie quiet of the predawn streets that was Greg’s world. He was going to follow through with the idea knowing he was going to get his hands dirty, just how dirty was up to him. The clicking of the stilettos on the sidewalk as another working girl rounded the corner. Her blonde hair still mostly in place as she spied the shadowy figure watching her. Her brazen attitude as she approached made Greg sweat and his hands tremble.

“Hey baby, I’m about to get off but I can get you off before I call it a night.” Her high pitch Brooklyn accent was like nails on a chalkboard.

His deep gravelly voice answered her “No thanks”

She turned in a huff and walked into the old hotel. Her red sequin dress and short black skirt flashing in the few dim lights. The scream of a cat and a trash can falls over caught Greg’s attention. He walked the four blocks toward the dinner. Huge plate glass windows beaming light into the world around them like a display for all to see. A couple dock workers sitting there eating as they were either getting ready for the day or finishing up a night. It always made Greg chuckle how it was like watching a play about humanity. He took a seat on the bench watching the show.

The obnoxiously bright pink uniform came into sight. The shirt unbuttoned too low, the skirt too high as she talked and flirted with the men there. He didn’t have to hear; he knew the basics of the conversation all too well. She was flirting and working hoping for a good tip, they were hoping she would finally say yes and let them “enjoy their company”. Soon they would get up and leave, she would pick up their dishes and the couple crumpled bills from the table.

The horizon was starting to glow as the hues of morning began to paint the sky. The rumble of the old bus as it came down the dingy road belching smoke was on time as always. Greg watched as the brunette got off and walked into the diner. Greg got up and followed her in. She sat down in her usual spot as he approached.

“Excuse me, are you Sandy?”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” she shot back with a sternly

Greg reached in his coat and pulled out the papers he had been carrying. Half dropping them on the table for effect she looked at the top sheet with her name on it. The following pages were copies of her correspondence with various people. She fumbled through them, hot lurid conversations that ended suddenly every time.

“Where, how did you get these?” her face now in shock as her voice cracked.

“I think you need to come with me and answer some questions at the station. Every name in those conversations has disappeared suddenly except for you. There are a few questions about their sudden disappearance and your involvement with them that need to be answered. Now you can come peacefully or…” Greg added to his intimidation by pulling out handcuffs from behind his back.

Sandy agreed to cooperate and walked out the door with Greg. He led her around to the dimly lit parking lot then opened the door for her to get in the back. Before she could get in, he forced her to against the car and cuffed her hands behind her back. Pushing her into the back seat she tried to fight him off, but it was no use. She was now trapped. He started the engine and as it roared to life the radio came on, it was playing one of Sandy’s favorite songs.

She was shaken as he looked at her in the mirror. He smiled, so far everything had gone as planned. As he pulled out into the empty street and headed toward the warehouse he had set up. Now was the time for all his work to finally pay off.

“So Sandy, all those men; twelve in all, were talking to you about some really racy things. I am shocked a woman like you would be so bold as to tell them the things you said.”

“We were having fun; it was a game.” She replied her voice shaking

“Baseball is a game, monopoly is a game, hell even football is a game. This, what you were talking about is something very different.”

Had Sandy not been so scared she would have caught on this was a game too. Greg was listing off games she had said she liked. The song playing was the one she said was her favorite. He had set it all up for her perfect fantasy that she had talked about with all those “men”. As he pulled in the open door at the warehouse Sandy started to freak out.

“No, wait. No, this can’t be happening. Who are you?”

warehouse

Greg pushed the button and the door behind them closed with a light coming on in the building. There were several areas with torture looking tables and devices to use. It was obvious Greg’s silence was adding to her unsettled feelings.

“Please, what are you planning to do to me?”

Greg put on the hood she should recognize and turned back toward her “Everything you talked about and more. See little bird those men aren’t missing; it was me all along and I am here for you as your wicked date begins”

Sandy felt a mix of nausea, fear and a strange rush of excitement as he got out and started setting up. Letting the anticipation grow as Sandy watched. She realized how much energy he had put in, now she was trapped at his mercy as he was about to push her to her breaking point through all the twists and turns she had shared with the various versions of Greg.

”Wicked
 

Chance Encounter

You could tell I surprised them, both frozen in place as I walked up. I had a wicked smile on my face as I drew near. The cloak of darkness might have kept them concealed from most but I heard them first and that is what drew me. The water hid their bodies as well as the side of the pool. I knelt down and put my hand on her face looking her directly in the eye. He was frozen just watching intently as I now held his girls face in a tight grip.

“You’re a fucking dirty whore aren’t you? Like being fucked where you might get caught.”

She swallowed hard as I could feel the heat rising from her face

“You like his hard cock in your filthy cunt don’t you?”

I could feel her body shudder as she looked back with those doe eyes.

“Answer me! And you there, boy, why are you just frozen, fuck that dirty hole. Use that cum dump.”

I didn’t need to encourage him any more as he grabbed her hips and started thrusting. Her mews as he went for broke. Each thrust lifting her in the water. Harder and deep he went as her breast now made sloping and splashing sounds against the side of the pool.

“That’s it boy, fuck that whore like she was made to be used.”

He grunted and moaned as he couldn’t stop his flood of orgasmic pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Fuck FUCK!” he yelped

I let go of her face as he fell back a little trying to get his composure.

“You know guys there are a lot of people that walk around here at night. You are lucky it was me that caught you.”

The vixen’s eyes smoldered with raw hunger. I could tell she was needing a lot more attention.

“How about you come with us to our place.” She said in almost a whisper.

The rest of the night she was our toy as we used her and she was in bliss as she lost count of the orgasms she had….

Harry and Meg

Every time Harry scolded Meg she felt like a little kid again. Back in the living room as her father reprimanded her for something she had done. The similarities were uncanny, Meg went for a younger version of the man that she shamefully admitted to Harry was the first fantasy she could remember. Though little more than a little girl’s crush she retold how she had “borrowed” her mother make-up and dressed up to get the handsome man’s attention. There in the hall way with her princess crown on, a bright red boa, and her favorite blue Cinderella dress she waited till he got home from his day at the garage. Leaning back on the wall as he walked in the house, she recited the words her mother often used when her father greeted her in the kitchen. “Hey big man, how was your day.” There was a look of surprise and then adoration for his daughter as he immediately called for his wife to come see. A five year old’s version of getting a guy attention ended with some laughter and a good face scrubbing. There was also a talking to about how one day she would fine her own man to dress up for but daddy belonged to mommy.

The first time she saw Harry he was working on his ‘70 Challenger. The gasoline and grease smell were an instant aphrodisiac, when Harry stood up with his wild brown hair and the black smudge across his forehead Meg was smitten. One look into those deep blue eyes and she was lost, he made her feel weak in the knees though she had no idea how he could do this so easy. Ten years her senior and a simple trade school education, he was a far cry for the college guys Meg normally dated. After a couple dates he suggested she spend the night, she agreed and a few days later they were moved in together. It was a torrid whirlwind of excitement for Meg as she quickly learned that Harry was a very complex and intriguing man. His poems would set her soul on fire and make her need to be ravaged by him. As they set by the fireplace one night harry seemed a little nervous as he opened a book Meg had never scene.

“I want to share something with you.” he stumbled over his words for a second.

Mag was intrigued as he had always seemed so self-assured.

“Please do. I always love your writing.” She beamed inside as he was going to share something extremely personal with her.

The poem was only a page long but it held imagery that shook Meg. A man seducing and overpowering the woman of his desires. There was a deep silence after the reading as Meg felt a stirring of something deeper she had never known while trying desperately to ignore the obvious arousal in Harry.

“So, what did you think?”

Meg fumbled for a minute, his eyes piercing into her as if he was looking into her soul. She turned away feeling herself drift into the little girl being questioned. Harry put his hand under her chin and turned her back toward him.

“Well Meg? What did you think of it?” his tone much firmer now.

Meg shuddered as her sudden flash of arousal confused her as it took over.

“It was good.” She stammered

“Good? You can do better than that.” He scolded

“I liked it?” Meg’s reply sounded more like a question as Harry studied her

“You are being coy. You never have a lack of words. Now you will have to be punished.” He said in a stern voice

The words stunned Meg, this was something new to their relationship. He didn’t warn her as he pushed her over his lap. Suddenly he pulled her sweat pants own exposing her naked butt. His strong bare hand issues six firm smacks, alternating sides as Meg felt the flush of shame, arousal and a need grow inside her. A sudden burst of emotions as Meg felt the tears well up then she started crying. She tried to never cry, but this was something different, like a surge. Harry let her tears flow as his hand went back and forth side to side. Hard enough to be felt, but not meant to be painful. Tears flowed, sobbing and blubbering as she turned into a ragdoll on his lap. His position shifted a little as he continued to swat her pink bum, his free hand now toying and teasing the folds of her pussy. She didn’t realize she had become wet till his finger slipped easily into her. The flood that crashed over her was enormous as she screamed in the release flowing through her body like a tidal wave. His rhythm slowed till his hand just lay firm on her. Her sniffs and ragged breaths as her mind tried to process what had happened were silenced as Harry stood her up and pulled her sweat pants up. His soft kiss on her forehead as his arms wrapped around her gave her the safe place to melt into.

“So what did you think of my poem?” he asked with a soft kindness now.

“It was provocative and alluring, it made me feel things I am trying to process through.” She said half muffled with her head buried in his chest.

The lingering smell of gasoline and grease from his day at the shop radiated off him as she felt herself lost and yet found. The hand on her backside had fired off a twist of emotions and desires. Wicked, unspoken, taboo in the deepest places of her heart and soul. It could take her days or weeks to process through them, Harry was a man of action though and right now Meg defiantly needed action as she ran her nails down his chest. She looked up into his eyes.

“Hey big man, how way our day?”

 

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Purple Hooter Shooter

PURPLE HOOTER SHOOTER
1/2 oz. (15ml) Vodka
1/2 oz. (15ml) Raspberry Liqueur
Splash Lemon Lime Soda

I looked at the bar tending card again. This new job was going to be the death of me, mixed drinks were defiantly not my specialty. A scotch on the rock, or seven and seven sure, that was easy. When it comes to a screaming orgasm, slippery nipple, cum shot and a purple hooter shooter all ordered at once it gets a bit mind blowing, at least at first. Sam just watched as I struggled, he was little help, being born to a Mormon family he didn’t drink, or do most the things I considered exciting.

“Man why are you so tense?” Sam inquired.

“I have to be able to make several drinks to pass the test to get this stupid job. Who knew working at a bar would be so difficult.” I shot back

“I wouldn’t know” Sam replied a little sheepishly.

Every time his past caused a ripple in understanding of others he would hang his head like he was ashamed. The dark lock of curly hair falling down over his sea green eyes made him look so shy and vulnerable. His growing up on a farm though gave him a buff body that I would have killed for. Broad chest, toned arms and legs that I would see on the rare occasions when he would race from the shower to his closet to get dressed. He was so pent up and I knew his parents weren’t happy he chose a secular college but he wanted to be a veterinarian to help out more in his community. In our dorm room was just us, two guy forced to live together from different worlds.

“Sam, why don’t you quiz me and see if any of it has stuck in my brain.” I joked

“Keven, you know I don’t approve of…”

I cut him off “Anything that would defile the body, for it is a temple unto the lord.” I said with a sneer

“So you have been listening” He replied with a half-smile.

That smile, oh it made me think all kind of all kinds of impure ways I would love to defile his temple. Boyish, shy and alluring, as if he was deliberately being coy and playful one minute, then the next he was back to the guy beyond reproach from Utah. I saw him watching me study sometime, a psychology degree seemed like a good idea at the time, right now it seemed overly ambitious.

I was falling behind in my studies and to make things worse I needed to get a job to pay for my books. The story of a college town, all the grocery stores and places like that that were geared for students weren’t hiring. The only place hiring was the local bar. Less time to study and more temptation to get loose and party but the bar seemed to be the only place that I had a shot at.

Sam walked up behind me and looked over my shoulder.

“Why make those at all?” his question seemed genuine

“To enjoy a different flavors while having fun.” I responded slightly annoyed.

“Oh, I had no idea there were so many.” Was all he said.

“It is so everyone can find a flavor they like, see this one uses raspberry and lime, it is a little sweat and tart. There are others that use coffee, or are sweet. It all depends on what the person likes.”

“So if I liked coconut for instance?”

Then you would love Malibu.” I said with a smile.

“The city?” he asked puzzled

I couldn’t help but laugh. I placed my hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.

“No my friend, the rum. It tasted just like coconuts and chilled you can’t even taste the alcohol.”

I could see the wheels turning in his head. When he turned to walk away I stood up. Without warning he spun around and now we were inches from each other. I don’t know why or what had possessed me but he had been driving me crazy for so long. I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him.  There was no resistance or pulling back. Sam just melted into the kiss like we had been lovers for years. As we broke the kiss I felt flushed as his face was crimson but I could defiantly tell he was aroused.

“Keven?” his voice shook “Why, what..” words escaped him.

I realized I had crossed the line but it was too late, the deed was done. In for a penny, in for a pound. I leaned in and kissed him again. This time no room for regrets as I put my hand on the back of his neck. I ran my other hand slowly down his chest and stomach till my eager hand was firmly resting over the budge in his pants.

“Don’t think, just feel and enjoy.” I whispered in his ear.

I don’t know if he even heard what I said as his moan crested over parted lips. With no more force than the push of a kiss to his neck I sat Sam on the edge of his bed. Then pulled his shirt off exposing his magnificent ripped body. Kissing and working my way over his beautiful bronze flesh I made sure to suck and nip each breast, his nipple as hard as pebbles and I unzipped his pants and freed his trapped cock. A few strokes and his pre-cum was coating his shaft and my hand as I gave no mercy and pushed him to the impending edge. His cries of “Oh God, and moans of pleasure I am sure could be heard in the hall. It wasn’t till I placed the head of his beautiful cock in my mouth that he lost all control.

No warning as he grabbed the back of my head, pushing me down as he thrust upwards. He might have been raised to be a good boy but his body defiantly was built for sinful pleasures. It caught me off guard as I gagged from the sudden intrusion to the back of my throat. I relaxed as best I could as he thrust hard. My mind suddenly went to the thoughts of all the forced face fucking videos I had seen. This was exactly like one of those. I knew I had no way to stop him as he pumped and thrust till suddenly his body went ridged. A slew of barely understandable words escaping as he roared and flooded my mouth with his hot cum. I wasn’t going to let this go to waste as I greedily tried to swallow every drop.

I felt his climax slowing as I made sure I nursed every drop from his balls. I looked up with tears streaming down my face as his eyes were welled with tears as well. I gave a smile looked at him with his cock still in my mouth.

“You,” he gasped “are the devil.”

I chuckled as I sucked and let the head pop out of my mouth.

“So shall I flog you for your sins? Or would you like me to continue to bring you pleasure?”

“Pleasure, please.” He replied

I could tell Sam had never experienced anything like that and our remaining years together were a torrid time of experiments with trial and error. He went on to become a successful veterinarian. I still laugh every time someone orders a purple hooter shooter, the memories it brings I will always treasure.

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