Rambling Down the Road

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Riding through downtown always on the watch for a rider, always on the prowl. It is not exactly predator and prey but at least it is something to take the edge off. You must have a feel about it, some would call it a sixth sense. What areas to cruise at what time of day, almost a need to be able to predict the need of a random stranger. A ping and I head to the place to pick up my next rider.

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I pull up to a hotel on a less than savory side of town. The hotel is run down, the light on the sign is flickering like it is threatening to go out at any time. I can smell the weed clinging to the early morning air as I push the button that sends the rider a signal I am there. It is always a crap shoot as to what kind of person will be at an establishment like this. A door opens a couple rooms up and a lady is waving to me with her phone in hand, a universal signal to a driver like me that is the person I am looking for. She opens the door and gets in, not what I had been expecting at all. There is the smell of an expensive perfume to accompany her smart style of dress. She did not have the disheveled appearance I was anticipating. A quick verification she was the correct person and the address and off we go into the early morning darkness.

I focus on the road as she is on the phone talking to someone and she laughs then bids them a good morning and thanks them for a wonderful night. Suddenly it is quiet except for the music I play to keep my mind occupied. I can see her in the mirror as she is working with her phone a minute later, she clears her throat and apologizes for being preoccupied. I tell her it is no big deal to me; I have had business types spent an hour or longer in dead silence working on some corporate thing as I take them to their destination. I ask how her night was then it is like a dam opens and suddenly I go from being a driver to a confidant. At first it was broad strokes of how great her night was, then as we chatted details began to spill out. The streetlight I passed lit up the back seat. I could see her auburn hair she was twisting as she was looking right back at the mirror. Her dark eyes held a series of secrets that were slipping out from her red painted lips. The more we talked the more she became explicit in her description, also the more I had to focus on the road and not the reaction it was having on my body.

It seems her lover she had just left there was skilled at oral pleasure. I agreed with her that men that had that skill set were few and far between. She teased and asked if I had that skill as well. I felt the sudden flush in my face as I answered yes before my edit button chose a more diplomatic answer. She giggles and said she bet I made women happy then. I replied I have never had any complaints. She led the conversation further into her escapades of the night and how she loved him using a blindfold and holding her down. Traffic has picked up as rush hour is rapidly approaching, the time of what I call auto ballet. She is playing with her phone again and smiling as she bites her bottom lip. FUCK! I just blew a yellow light, at least it was not red. She giggled again and told me he took pictures of them last night with her phone so she would have them to remember. I see the upcoming red light and stop for it.

We get to the destination as she sits and waits for a moment. I end the ride, but she still is waiting and asks if I am in a hurry, she wants to show me something. I turn my meter off, and she leans back in the dark back seat. I can see her clearly as she spreads her legs and starts to touch herself. It is wicked fun watching as she touches and plays with her lips and slips a finger then two inside. She is looking right at me as she continues. She asks if I want to show her those oral skills I talked about earlier. I did not hesitate as I got out and entered the back seat. I could smell the scent of lavender soap and her juices as I leaned closer. Replacing her fingers with mine I enjoyed her gasp. I worked her wetness and rubbed my thumb on her eager clit. Her breath was getting faster and more ragged as her fingers gripped the sides of her skirt. I leaned closer and her fingers now gripped my hair. I followed her lead to where she wanted, needed attentions. It did not take long before she was having her first orgasm, I refused to let up and brought her to another. After I have gotten her to her third, she panted and pushed me away still shaking. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a condom. She asked if I minded, of course I was good to go as she told me to lay back. Her hand soft as she worked it over me, then we adjusted so she could let me slip into her. I kissed her neck and gave a few nips as well and tugged on her earlobe. I rocked her slowly at first adjusting myself so I could enjoy her as much as she was enjoying. Before too long I felt my need growing as I released with my primal growl. The look of shock and sudden pleasure as she exploded under me was perfect.

A honking car as I had been sitting at the green light too long apparently. I looked in the mirror as she giggles looking back at me. I got to shop daydreaming at red lights.

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Fate’s Plan

So here we are at the 5th part of the story –The Great AdventureThe GameThe CaveCan we negotiate – as always this is for adults so if you are under 18 leave. TW: blade play

Jackie lay there frozen and tense for a moment while Sara ran the blade over the remaining articles of clothing. The deft hands manipulated the knife like it was just a continuation of Sara. The movements seductive and sensual as the straps of the bra that ran over each shoulder were cut, the sharp steel slicing the cloth effortlessly. I was mesmerized as the blade danced along the remaining cloth covering Jackie’s breasts. The tip disappearing under the center gore then reappearing as the silver sharp phallus glided easily under the material. The wicked grin crossing Sara’s face as Jackie gasped when the tip touched against her throat. Leaning down Sara kissed her captive deep and passionately, with a twist of her wrist and pulling back movement the material split open springing the cup to either side and exposing the gorgeous B cup breast I have many times enjoyed myself.

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For a moment, my view was obscured as Sara crossed over and positioned herself at Jackie’s head. It was arousing watching those lips and tongue dance over her exposed flesh. Special attention was given with soft kisses where the blade had passed and left a thin red line. Not enough to bleed but enough to know Sara could have easily cut her if she wanted to. It was like a dance as Jackie arched into the attention of her new seductress, moans of arousal grew with each lick, kiss and touch of blade. This time the silver slowly disappeared into the waist band of her shorts, the spine of the blade pressing against Jackie’s sexy flat belly.

It was mesmerizing watching as Sara used the blade and slid it in and out of the shorts, each invasion going a little deeper till the tip could be seen pressing against the material for a couple of strokes before bursting through like a metallic release escaping the confines. The motioned continues as the expanse in the material grew and eventually made a complete opening along the zipper that still was pulled closed. The next few minutes Sara took full advantage of the compromising position Jackie was in. Straddling her face and letting the material of the skirt fall around, obstructing the view from the guys while toying with Jackie’s clit and soft wet lips by sliding the spine back and forth and wiggling to at the same time.

Jackie’s hands had a tight grip on Sara’s thighs, holding her close. Her increasing moans while Sara mercilessly teased her turned my mild but often kinky girl into a wild cat. The shift was breathtaking as suddenly Jackie arched and dug her nails into Sara’s legs. The blade clattered on the side of the table and to the floor as Sara arched and howled herself. It was more a surprise and shock that erupted then Sara dove for Jackie with wild abandonment her face and mouth planted firm in newly exposed flesh. Sara gripped and pulled Jackie’s legs up and it was easy to see this was a battle of wills. I have never been so turned on, the animalistic growls emanating from the two of them was spectacular. Jackie fumbled around reaching on the floor till Steven jumped forward and handed her the blade he carried on his hip. The remains of the shorts were gone in a moment and Sara turned the knife so she was holding the blade. The rounded handle found the opening of Jackie’s wet pussy, in a flash the butt of the knife was pushed in and Sara used it to fuck the wild cat she had bucking under her.

Steven had moved back but he had unzipped his pants and was stroking while watching the girls go at it. I could hear Chad next to me, his breath ragged as he was caught up by the show. There was no hiding my erection as it pressed against my pants, demanding to be released. It felt odd for a moment as I pulled my zipper down and released my cock till, I saw from the corner of my eye Chad had done the same. The girls showed no sign of letting up, Sara had Jackie’s clit in her teeth and she was tugging and pulling on it while the handle was fucking my girl. Jackie stiffened and Sara let out a scream, both women in a locked moment of pain and pleasure.

I could feel chad’s eyes on me as I moved behind Sara and lifted her skirt. I needed to see Jackie’s face, I wanted to shoot my load on it while She was obsessed with another lover. A moment of shock, Jackie’s nails hand dug in and made Sara bleed, but even more there was Blood on Jackie’s face. In the heat of the moment Jackie had bitten down enough to draw blood.

“Oh hell.” Chad said just above a whisper “no wonder Sara was going buck wild. She gets off on being bitten hard like that.”

We ere just flies on the wall, Jackie and Sara had forgotten we existed till now. Jackie opened her eyes, fire burned in them. Jackie let go with a hand and snaked it around so that she could finger Sara as I watched. Her thumb rubbing Sara’s clit as the next three sank into her wet hole. Jackie’s pinky teasing the edge of Sara’s ass. It was the show of a lifetime as both women pushed the other to the heights of pleasure. Several orgasms later both were starting to slow down. Sara slowly dismounted and went over to the other flat surface as Chad checked on her wounds.

“Your girl did a good job on mine. Shall we take this to the house so we can clean up and see what other things we can get into?” Chad asked

Jackie and I were excited by that thought so we gather out stuff and off we went with them. It was like fate had planned this wild getaway for us.

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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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That hot September afternoon

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That hot September afternoon, the summer held us all in its grip. The sweat running down my back as every muscle was sore and pushed almost as far as possible. The dust hung in the breezeless afternoon as we rested under the tree, sticking to our skin and turning to paste in our mouths with every breath. Work on the fence was almost complete just a few more holes to dig and posts to set before the wire could be run. A dust devil danced and twisted on the dirt road not far behind the rusty old pickup truck, we would be finished by nightfall as I forced myself to get up one more time.

Jamie just laid there watching, the brim of her old ragged baseball hat pulled down over her eyes to keep the sun out. She rocked that country girl look with her button up plaid shirt tied at the midriff and those short cut off jeans that were little more than worn out threads. She was not much help when work was involved but she sure was easy on the eyes. A couple hours later I was done as she proclaimed me the victor of the fence line, well the posts at least. The line we would run tomorrow.harvest_moon

The moon rose over the edge of the field, it was big and reddish orange. That meant it was going to be another hot day tomorrow. Another day of me working in the blistering sun and Jamie watching nearby. I took my shirt out of the cab of the truck and wiped the sweat off my face, probably smearing more dirt and anything else. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked to the back and pulled the recycled milk jug and took several long drinks of the sweet tea that was in it.

“Help me up.” She playfully said

I shot her that crazy look I was known for. I was exhausted from working and now that spoiled brat wanted me to help her off the ground.

“Your legs ain’t broken” I shot back in my southern drawl.

“I’ll make it worth your while.” She said and bit her bottom lip.

I really hated how she would play me, or at least try to. Sometimes I wondered what she would have done if I had just gotten in the truck and left her in the field. Knowing her, she would have waited till her daddy came and found her then I would have gotten in trouble. I had been working for him for several seasons now, he knew we fancied each other but do not think he realized how much. That first year I was just a high school kid for summer help, and she was running around in pigtails and braces. Now years down the road I would work because it was easier to get in shape on the farm than at the gym. Summer break was like a bootcamp to get back into shape and I had definitely felt it this year. The sun turned my skin a deep copper color, my muscles grew, and the fat melted off in the hot summer days. Jamie traded in her pig tails and braces for a ponytail and midriffs. I know she caught me more than once checking her out.

I offered her a hand and pulled her up with enough force to pull her into my arms. Her lithe frame crashed into my body as I held her. Her eyes flashed that fire of a wild crazy girl I knew was in there before she tried to look offended and play at pushing me away. I did not let go this time. This time she looked in my eyes and I could see her look softened; her push lessened as I leaned in. That first kiss was electric in that field under the tree. The first flickers of fireflies were dancing in the field, a lone coyote howled in the distance.

I picked her up and sat her on the tailgate, my lips gazed hers again. I could feel her shudder as I kissed her, when I nibbled on her earlobe, she let out a mew sound. It was a great feeling as I knew she felt the same attraction I did. Nothing was spoken as my hands ran over her body, then slowly untied her shirt. Her soft skin as my lips kissed her all over and slowly down to her shorts. I fumbled with the button on the top then used my teeth to pull the zipper down. Her scent was intoxicating as I slid the shorts down with my hands but never mover my face. That first taste of her nectar was all it took for me to need more. My tongue licked and danced, making sure I covered ever spot and listened to what made her whine the most. When I found that combination I kept going, repeating the same pattern as her back arched and her fingers locked in my hair. Her yelps and moans filled the field till she let out a series of oh god and unintelligible words. I let her calm down as she looked at me with pleading eyes.

“Wha..wha…What just happened?” she finally stammered out.

“I would guess you just and an orgasm.”

“Does it always feel like that?”

“I guess, I don’t really know. Wait you never had that before?”

She shook her head no and even in the dim light I could see her blush.

“Did you like it?”

Her head slowly shook yes, and I could see the fire growing in her eyes as I could tell she wanted more.

Before summer’s end we were like wild rabbits, in the fields, the barn loft, even the old building we found at the edge of the property line. Summer was winding down and I was getting ready to go back to school. As I left I had no idea what I had set in motion, that was the last time I saw Jamie but from what I heard she became a crazed beast.

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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Come see who else is being wicked this week

 

”Wicked
 

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.

Come see who else is being wicked

”Wicked
 

One to one

“The odds are, there is a good chance, one in five, twenty percent, these figures keep spinning like tiny whirlwinds threatening from afar. We hear these statistics, try to process and gasp when they are high enough to pose a threat. Shrink back when something is appalling to our sensibilities, lash out when it pertains to social injustice. Truth be told to most of us, they are just numbers though. Often researched, the figures are tossed out to give a tangibility to some event or condition around us. It does not become real till we are the one in five, or part of the twenty percent.”

Normally by this point my brain would have switched to autopilot in my psych class but the Greg was striking. Grey eyes that seemed wise beyond his years and a voice that dripped with primal seduction. A confidence without being cocky radiated as he taught the lesson. Occasionally, he would push those couple stray hairs out of his eyes and give a look around the room. Each time I could feel his eyes land on me as I was listening intently. I was glad I had signed up for the night class even though I had to rush from my day job to make it on time.

“Okay everyone I can see a few glazed eyes let’s take a fifteen-minute break and stretch.”

There was a mutter in the room, those who smoked raced outside to get their puffs in, some headed for the bathroom and others for the vending machines. I sat there looking over my haphazard notes while Greg sat at the small desk overlooking the room. He cleared his throat and picked up a stack of papers tapping them on the desk into neat pile. I was looking off blankly at nothing, when I realized I had been staring at him, as I focused my vision, I could feel his eyes on me. I felt my face suddenly flush and I swore I caught a slight smile or smirk on his face.

The rest of class was a wash while my mind was still stuck in that moment He could have been talking about the lunar landing or something fascinating, but I just could not get my mind to focus. As he spoke, I took note of his lips and thought how much I wanted to feel them. As his hands gestured while he talked, I could only think how good they would feel caressing my skin.  When he pushed his hair aside, I wanted to be the one pushing it out of his eyes as we were locked in a long passionate kiss.

Class ended, he made his customary assignment announcement followed by his being available for questions for a while after class. Majority of the class shuffled off to their cars and left to whatever lives they had with a handful staying behind. I stood back taking in the questions and how he interacted with the other students. I had questions too, ones that burned deep in my mind, but they had little to do with the class. As I waited the rest of the students shuffled off and it was just the two of us.

“I don’t mean to be rude but I am starving, would you mind us taking your question to the restaurant across the street as we speak?”

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“Su..sure” I stammered.

I swear he smirked again as I followed once I gathered my book. The small restaurant was a twenty-four-hour dinner. Decent food and coffee for those night owls or zombies of the second and third shifts, it was a haven in the otherwise closed for the night town. Once we ordered he sat three gazing across the table as me, his now captive one on one audience. I felt my words failing and sweat forming. I excused myself to the bathroom and all but bolted to the small bathroom. Splashing water on my face this was unlike me, I was confidant and often called brazen, but here I felt like a schoolboy unsure of how to proceed.

I did not hear the door open as I was wiping my face dry. I froze as I felt hot breath on the back of my neck.

“Unless I am wrong you had more than just class you wanted to ask about.”

I simply replied with an affirming head nod as his lips touched the back of my neck. His hands wasted no time in running under my shirt and caressing my skin. I turned to face him as we kissed. I could forgive the wintergreen flavor from his gum as his tongue slowly caressed and parted my lips. He never closed his eyes as we kissed, I could not close mine because I wanted to take in every moment. When we broke from the kiss I dropped to my knees, half dizzy half out of raging desire that would not be denied. Deftly unzipping his pants with my teeth as my hands groped his ass and legs, I felt the rush seeing him restrained by only a thin piece of fabric. The moisture of his precum already soaking through the white cloth. Working the head with my teeth through the fabric he moaned softly.

Moments later he was free, and my mouth had engulfed the head, my tongue dancing and caressing the sensitive head. The salty taste was intoxicating as my hand now worked to free him and cup his soft balls. My low growl as he moaned was all he could take. Without warning he grabbed the back of my head and pushed to the back of my throat. I opened and accommodated as best I could while his release now flooded my mouth. I looked at his eyes and knew he was more than pleased. We got him cleaned up and ate the food that had just arrived quickly. Next stop was his place as we forgot the facts and figures from class and focused on the simple one to one equation.

Come see what other wickedness is being shared

”Wicked
 

Greg

Greg was rather proud of himself for his ingenious idea on how he pulled it off.
“It was all fantasy” Sandy said, her voice trembling as his wicked smile grew even bigger “Just a game to help get us both off with.”

Trigger warning as is common with most of my blogs, This post is a continuation of last weeks wicked Wednesday. Hope you enjoy.

Greg sneered as he walked over to the bench. As his thick hands fiddled with the bench, he turned and looked back at Sandy, he could see her sweating in nervous anticipation. It had slowly been planned from the first personality he had presented to her, a plan he gradually let play out till he got enough information to make it happen. He always got excited hearing her fantasies and how many wicked things she wanted to happen to her. Each session she would end by saying, of course this is just fantasy because it could never happen, right? Everything was possible but not all were practical. The hardest part was her desire to be kidnapped by a total stranger.

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Lights illuminate the arched windows of an abandoned building next to puddles in the mud.

Greg was rather proud of himself for his ingenious idea on how he pulled it off. He was worried the kidnapping part would fail and he would have to skedaddle or worse, get in caught and arrested. Setting up his den of sin, as he called it when describing the empty building to her, was easy by compare. Five years of preparation went into his plan, saved emails and conversations. Greg’s favorite part were the pictures she would send. Some were of her trying to make herself look like a damsel in distress, others were pictures she sent him, everything she sent was saved. Greg smiled as he turned on the projector and the pictures began to beam onto the white wall near the arranged devices of torment.

Sandy gasped as the opening was a picture taken long ago, it was a naughty girl’s only party where she had been handcuffed, gagged and made to look helpless and at the mercy of anyone there. Her eyes scanned the small tables he was preparing, assorted paddles and impact devices were on display at one supposed station. Another table held electric devices, a violet wand, electric stimulation unit, even what looked like a Hitachi wand with some built in shocking head aptly named the Zeus. The krewe de gras in the center was a device of Greg’s own making, a harness type table Sandy could be secured to and manipulated in any position he wished. Built in total secrecy, it was a one of a kind made just for Sandy.

He walked over to where she was tied, Sandy struggled against her bonds as his hand slid along the outside of her arm.

“Now, now my dear, I am sure you know what all I have planned for you. After all we have spoken in great depth about all the things you have wanted to try but were too scared to tell anyone, well anyone you knew in real life.”

“It was all fantasy” Sandy said, her voice trembling as his wicked smile grew even bigger “Just a game to help get us both off with.”

“That was all just foreplay my dear, now this is the main event. Time to pay the piper I would say. Or do you prefer put up or shut up?” Greg’s voice suddenly dark and ominous “Of course I will allow you a safe word if things get over your head. It is one you told me was your favorite a while back, just say it and that part of your evening will end and we will move on.”

Sandy’s mind raced as she tried to think of what safe word he was talking about. Before her mind could fix on any one word his rough hands grabbed her and he stood her up. His hot breath in her face as he manhandled her to the bench and forcefully strapped her down. A pair of scissors made quick work of her clothing as he cut away, leaving her nude and exposed to him. As her mind tried to comprehend what was happening, she could see the impact items laid out as he fingered each one lovingly. His hand rested on a small leather paddle. It had a kind of fur on one side and the other was raised knobs like the back of decorative furniture tacks. It looked like a toy in his big hands as he picked it up. A push of the button and music started to play. Some of the featured tracks he had come to enjoy listening to as they chatted online about her desires. The first few hit were so light it almost made Sandy think he was losing his nerve. The fur really felt nice and tickled a little on her skin. Gradually they became firmer and with the tempo of the music. The heavy base thumped as the paddle landed over and over, the intensity and warm feeling in her exposed ass grew. Before long, her head felt like she was in a different world, she had all but forgotten her dire situation as Greg had made her tender bum hot and red. He ran his hand along her well warmed ass a few times. Caressing and cupping her beautiful flesh.

“Such a naught little girl, I see you have become aroused.”

Sandy felt ashamed for a moment then it passed quickly as she felt a cold metal device being inserted into her dripping wetness. Some form of harness held it in place as he pushed a button and a tingle ran though her. He laughed as he set the electric pulses to the beat of the music. Picking up a flogger he began to take his time to match the tempo. Sandy’s eyes glazed over as she could not fight back the growing wave that was beginning to crest inside her. Her yelp of pleasure as the wave crashed over her echoed off the wall.

Greg stopped the flogging and turned off the device. Sandy was a drooling mess as he laughed. There was the sound of a door slamming shut and someone in a security guard uniform walked in. Sandy was saved! Greg backed up and set down the flogger. For a moment she expected him to run.

“What are you doing sir?” the young man demanded from across the room

“Good sir this is my warehouse and you are trespassing.” Greg said firmly

“What kind of freak show is going on here? Ma’am are you, all right?”

Sandy wasn’t sure, her mind wanted to scream she had been kidnapped but her body was begging for more.

“I..I… I am fine sir.” Sandy caved as her desire won over her common since.

“Well good,” the young man said, “Hope you don’t mind me staying and watching, you never know when you will need a third person for things like this.”

Greg smiled as the two embraced. “I told you she would break easily Sam.”

”Wicked