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A sabertooth is a woman that is the older version of the cougar. A 60+ year old women who is on the prowl for fresh young male meat. She is old, rich, and looking for a crazy night of sex with a guy who can go all night long without Viagra.
I meet a sabertooth at a bar and she took me to her house and ravaged my tender young male body.
Franklin Manson によって 2007年03月23日(金)
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A cougar(hot old woman) that's even older. A saber tooth is the older version of a cougar. Usually a cougar ranges from 30-50. A saber tooth is 50 +.
"Dude your mom is a cougar, but your grandma is a a Saber Tooth!"
MarcusC54によって 2009年12月08日(火)
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A woman so old she should be extinct yet still out hunting meat.
That chick I banged last night was a complete sabertooth
Zturner68によって 2011年04月01日(金)
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A woman over the age of 65 who targets men at least 20 years her junior to date. Similar to a cougar but over the age of 65. Since saber-tooth tigers are extinct, it ties into the fact that these women are much older and near extinction themselves.
Girl 1: "Check out the geezer on that hot guy!"
Girl 2: "Oh yea, she's a total saber-tooth."

Scottie J + Road dogによって 2009年04月01日(水)
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Cream of the crop; the pinnacle of a Cougar status. The rarest of rare cougar.
I went cougar hunnting the other night and this bar, because there's been talk of Saber Tooth sightings here. We think this rare and sought-after breed might stop in at "The Dead Fish Bar" during her bi-yearly migrations from San Francisco to the Napa wine country.
trinh nguyenによって 2008年05月13日(火)
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A cougar past her prime.
Hey, that Saber Tooth is really checking you out.
zeppenwolfによって 2011年06月30日(木)
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An attractive older woman in the MILF category. Similar to a cougar, however much older. Seperated by cougars mainly due to menopause. Aged at approximately at 50-55+.
-"I scored with a cougar last night!"
-"Dude, I saw her, believe me, she was a saber-tooth"
Some Guy Named Markによって 2007年11月24日(土)
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The slave brushes my hair. I am powered with a honey-tasted power feel my nibbles being painted with something cold and wet. The inside of my clit receives the same treatment. A pair socks as shoes are on my feet. No make-up is what Master said. I am led to a hallway and down some stairs. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I am led to a wall and chained back up again. The next thing I hear is the door closing. I know someone is in the room. I hear they are breathing and I smell a cigar. I smell pipe tobacco too. That means there two in this room with me.

Turning me around and rechaining me means, my ass is facing them. I feel a whip rubbed on my ass. The string of the whip makes me jump. They say the chains need to be tighter. This is done at the snap of a finger. My chains are pulled tighter and a chain is placed around my waist. Moving is out of the question. I am treated to ten lashes of the whip. The next thing to be felt is another shot. The drug is in my body again. My body needs SEX, now.

My gag stops my begging. A large dick is pushed into my throbbing pussy but I do not think it is human. "Gentlemen, the machine is the only thing which has had a taste of this WHORE`S Cherry."

"Gentlemen, who will start the bigging."

"$100 dollars."

"$200 dollars."

"$500 dollars."

"$800 dollars." $1000 dollars."

"$1000dollars going, going, gone!"

" She will be waiting in one of our playroom for you."

Released from the wall, I am led by a lease to this playroom. The slaves in this room dress me in what feel like a harem girl costume. In a spread eagle position, I am tied down to the floor. There is a pad with a fur pillow under my head. The slave gift-wraps lay a fur and me cover over me. The cover is ripped from me. My costume is being torn off. He wishes to taste his purchases. My pussy feels his dick being rammed into it. This forces me to stop breathing. Letting me catch my breath, he pulls this large throbbing monsterback out.

In what seem like a minute, he rams it back. Being flower was not the way I wish to have sex for the first time. Blood is coming out. He is enjoying hurting me. My body wants its first orgasm. CUMMING IS THE LAST THING HE WISH ME TO DO. Please let me have my first orgasm before you kill something or me. OOOHHH! "OH, God."

"Give it to me BWITCH." My body cums so hard; I pass out. The blindfold comes off. It is Louis. "That son of a bwitch!"

"I won, Bwitch."

"I will keep you for a while."

"You will be at my call, night and day."

Louis leaves me laying there in shame. A slave comes in the room and gets me another shot. I will be the gift to another; she tells Master Louis; his guest is outside and wishes to come.

"How is the machine coming, Louis?"

" I will give a preview, now!" The slaves reacted to his voice. The machine was rolled into the room. The machine feel me and began to do its master orders." The SEX has been program to begin the training of the new slaves." Each suck cup is with a tongue and has a needle for piercing."

"This needle is only programmed once."

" There is a needle on the tentacle and the same goes for it."

"It reads a code, which is branded on the slave at the time of training."

"To be safe another code is place on the coin in her clit."

" This slave has been pierced and branded."

"So at this time, SEX will only tease her or do anything else which is programmed."

"We have to run more test but as of now SEX is running all right."

"When do you think we can market the SEX?"

"Maybe in a month or two is my guess."

"I will leave you now to your work, doctor. I see myself out.

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"Yippee! I howl out the car window. "It's over. We did it!"

Katy and I are speeding down the open highway heading to the shore. We've both just graduated from High School. Katy is bewitching in her hot pink knit halter top and short jeans skirt. Her "Farrah Fawcett" hairstyle is tossed about by the wind from our four open car windows.

"Come here you," I plead reaching over playfully for my teenage girl friend.

She is beaming. We're both thrilled to be spending a week at the beach with our friends and without any parental supervision. I snake my hand down the front of her shirt and fondle her erect nipple. She giggles. We are both so happy and so in love.

"Honey, will you do me?

"Howard now? While you're driving?"

"Yes. Please?" I beg while I unzip my tight fitting corduroys. She smiles and nods. Katy fishes my half hard cock out of my pants and puts it in her lovely mouth. I shudder feeling her warm wet mouth encircle me. The sensation is marvelous. I let out a long sigh. Her petite hand strokes my shaft matching the rhythm of her head that is bobbing up and down on my hard prick.

" Oh, God, that's great. I Love You!" I exclaim.

I gaze down in amazement at Katy. She is so beautiful and always eager to please me. What a lucky guy I am. We are going to be happy forever. I run my fingers through her lovely red hair and softly caress her tender neck as her mouth does its magic.

Katy lets my penis pop out of her mouth and spends a few incredible minutes lapping the shaft of my penis. She pays extra attention to the tender skin on the underside of my dick and the rubbery knob on top. Then, grasping my manhood, she begins to furiously beat me off. Just as I feel that I'm going to explode, her mouth returns to my dick. She consumes me and swallows me deep. I cum with a roar and flood her mouth with jism. She struggles to catch it. When I finally stop pulsating, she looks up at me with her adorable green eyes. My cum is drooling down her chin. ---- "Burringgg!" The sound of a ringing phone intrudes on my wet dream. I wake to find my pants soggy and I am sitting in my living room recliner.

"Borraaggg," I belch without thought echoing the ringing phone. I put my Coors Light down and answer the phone. "Aahh, hello?"

As I am on the phone my wife reproaches me with a stern look and says,

"Howard!! It's bad enough you drank a six pack and were snoring during my movie. Do you have to sound like an animal too? Can't you show me some respect!"

Still in a sleep and alcohol induced fog, I hand her the phone slurring a little too loudly, "It's Maria, the Ice Princess."

My mind tries to return to my vivid dream. I cannot recover it. I hadn't been dreaming so much as re-living a memory of one of our happier days. Saddened, I close my eyes. It hurt to confront such a sharp vision of how happy we once were since today, we are barely civil to each other.

Oozing warmth, Katy says, "So Maria, you're back from your business trip to Europe. It's a shame you had to spend the Christmas and New Year's holidays there alone. When can we get together?"

Maria is in her thirties like us. She has never been married. In fact, she hasn't had a serious boyfriend since she broke up with Doug during our second year in college over 10 years ago. At first I found this surprising. Maria is an attractive brunette with a pretty face and a shapely figure. However, I learned she is not alone because she can't attract a mate. She doesn't want one and she makes this fact crystal clear to every man that approaches her.

Maria has spent a decade scaling the corporate ladder at her Fortune 100 company. She has pursued her career with a single mindedness that would please Betty Freidan herself. She has had an accomplished career with quick promotions, substantial job titles and lot of cash.

"Well, I'm still doing a lot of traveling, Katy. Let's see, I'm free the second Friday in February. Oh, that won't work for you, that's Valentine's Day."

Laughing my wife answers, "That may have been a sacred day when Howard and I were going steady in High School, but for us old married folks it is practically just another day on the calendar. What about you, any special plans this year? "

"No, just my usual. I'll take a nice long bubble bath and treat myself to some fine French brie and a glass of my favorite Champagne. And you?"

"I thought the kids were going to be home so I planned a big family meal with prime rib. But both of them have cancelled on me – the rats. Grandma got a special travel deal and is taking Ian and Gwen on a three day week-end trip to Disney World. So it's just Howard and me."

"That still sounds nice. A good meal and a romantic evening with your hubby" Maria responded with just the slightest change in her voice.

Katy could hear a hint of sadness and loneliness in her best friend's voice. She often thought about the heavy personal price Maria has paid for her successful career. Reaching out to her she says tenderly,

"Maria, why don't you join us? I have all this food and if it is just Howard and me we'll be in bed by ten. If you come, we can get dressed up and make it more of a gala."

Sputtering beer, I sit up abruptly and stare daggers at my wife. "No" I start mouthing to her. I begin waving my arms at her to emphasize my objection, but to no avail.

"What's the matter? You make it sound like turning in early with your husband is a real drag. We couldn't pry you two apart with the jaws of life in college," Maria laughs.

"You know what I mean: been there, done that."

"Okay. If you're sure I won't be intruding? What can I bring?"

"As I said I have the prime rib. If you want, you can bring your brie and champagne."

"It's a date."

Fuming, I lean back in my recliner as my wife switches the television back to her Hallmark romance movie. There was a time not so long ago, when an evening with me was enough romance for Katy. Now she acts like dropping out of college to marry her High School sweetheart was the worst mistake of her life.

Katy knows I don't enjoy spending time with Maria. Partially it is because Maria never misses an opportunity to let the world know she doesn't need a man. But mostly, it is cause of the funk that Katy slips into afterwards. I suppose it reminds her that if I hadn't knocked her up, she too could be globetrotting and having a fabulous career.

Now I'm so mad I could spit! My mind is racing. "One bad evening to be followed by one month of moaning and complaining about how rotten Katy's life is. And now she's telling everyone that I'm some boring old husband. I should fix her wagons....yea, both their wagons," I think to myself as I finish off the can of beer.

I start humming a song from the movie "The Sound of Music". "How do you solve a problem like Maria..."

Under my breath, I say, "I've got to make a plan. Yea, a plan...." I excuse myself and head down to my unfinished basement.

Valentine's Day arrives and I couldn't be more pleasant. When I get home from the plant, I hand Katy a bouquet of roses and I help straighten up the house. I shower and put on my best suit without a complaint. I crack open a bottle of white Zinfandel and let it breathe. Katy smiles at me. Pleased for my help and glad to see that I don't have a can of beer in my hand.

"Rrinngg". The door bell calls out the arrival of our always prompt guest. I answer the door and sweetly give Maria a kiss on the cheek and take her coat.

She is all dolled up wearing one of her designer gowns. The scooped back shows off her tanned shoulders. The scooped front displays a nice expanse of cleavage. The fancy dress gathers in the middle showing off her trim waist and flares at the hip accentuating her rounded bumm. As I said she is a quite a package.

My wife's still slender figure compares favorably to Maria's. However, her department store dress pales in comparison to the top of the line fashions that Maria can afford.

The evening moves along smoothly as the two college roommates catch up on current events and reminisce about past ones. We all enjoy the wine and a good meal. After dinner, I open Maria's champagne. That's when it hits them. The "Ruffies" I've spiked their bubbly with kicks in and renders them unconscious. Now I'm in control.

As the woman doze on the sofa, I quickly disrobe them. I am instantly hard. Katy and I haven't been intimate for months. I'm horny. And so my planned Valentine's Day Alien Abduction Adventure begins.

I arrange them cheek to cheek on the sofa. Maria's skin has an olive complexion consistence with her Mediterranean heritage. Her 36 B size breasts now unsupported by a bra sag a little. Her tits are top off by surprisingly smallish brown nipples. These are the nipples of a little girl or her in her case, the childless.

Katy's Scots-Irish background is evidenced by her fairer, freckled skin. Her modest, chicken cutlet like A cup breasts are alabaster white. What she lacks in cleavage is more than made up for with her extraordinary nipples. When hard, they extend out almost a full inch. Her nips look like pink thimbles anchored to her large, womanly aureoles. In truth, her small breasts are all most 100% nipple.

I kneel in front of them poking and roughly handling their boobs. Katy's slight breasts are firm while Maria's are a softer, more joyful handful. I tease their nipples to maximum extension. Maria's hardening nipples barely protrude while Katy's farm animal like teats thicken and extended, begging to be twisted. I oblige; yanking and wrenching Katy's beauties. I can't capture Maria's so I resort to pinching her little brown buttons.

I stretch the girls out on the floor and spread their legs to display their womanhood. Katy's reddish bush is sparse and wispy, it doesn't hide her sex. Maria, on the other hand, has a thick carpet of curly black hair that gives no hint of the crevice that lies beneath. I run a knuckle against each of them. Katy's twin lips bend to my touch; Maria's don't. Her heavy pelt keeps me at bay, for now.

I slip a towel underneath them and begin the grooming. Using scissors, I remove as much pubic hair as I can. With a razor, I get the rest. It is delicate work, but in no time I have them as bald as the day before they hit puberty. I knead their freshly shaved flesh and massage it with baby oil. My slippery fingers penetrate their non-responsive pussies. I finger fuck them both while taking turns kissing their clits and savoring the aroma of their assaulted cunts.

I strip, releasing the iron pipe of an erection that I've been carrying in my pants.

"It is time for your special Valentine's Day present ladies, an alien anal probe," I say with a snicker. I coat my hard prick with oil as I ogle the two nude, unconscious women before me.

I approach my first target, my wife. I flop Katy over the back of the sofa. Her firm little butt is now at the proper height. I paw at her ass cheeks spreading them apart to expose her secret brown spot above an oily, freshly shaven pussy.

"This will hurt you more than me," I sarcastically say to the comatose beauty as I put my throbbing knob up against her exit. I drizzle some baby oil down her crack and lean in with my manhood. Slowly, I make progress.

"Aahh. Yes," I moan. "You've been a pain in my butt for years and now I'm returning the favor. Its karma, baby, it's all about karma."

I'm half way in now. Seeing my dick shoved up her ass is as pretty a picture as I had expected it to be. I lean in some more and drive it home. Slowly, I began to work my erection in and out of her sweet derrière. Her flesh submits ungrudgingly to my bidding.

"Is that good, sweetie? It certainly isn't the same old; same old is it, huh?" I query aggressively as I pick up the pace and give her ass a good fucking.

Leering down at Maria, who is sprawled spread-eagle face up on the floor, I say, "Don't worry Miss Priss, you're next and as my special guest I'll be making a deposit with you."

I extract myself from Kate with a small popping sound and walk around to the front of the sofa to my next victim, Maria. I roll her over and position her kneeling in front of the sofa. Genuflecting behind her, I squirt some oil on her ass and grasping my dick, begin to force my purple headed monster into her back channel.

She is tight and denies me. "Funny, you've always acted like you had a stick up your butt so I just expected this would go easier. Here, let me loosen you up."

I shove a lubricated thumb in her bumm and work it around roughly. The next time my prick knocks on her back door, she welcomes me in. I reach around and paw her clit as I plow her backside. She remains unresponsive, so I drop the half hearted attempt of pleasuring her. I clutch her by the hip bones and forcefully fuck the bitch. Staring into the blank eyes of my wife, I spew a load of cum in the ass of my wife's best friend.

After enjoying a couple of minutes of quiet, post-coital togetherness, I finish phase one by stamping all three of us with a black circle at the base of our spines. Now all that is left to do is to carry the girls downstairs into the basement and enjoy the rest of the week-end.

The anal probing was as good as I had expected. I found it sexually satisfying, but also comforting for my soul. I felt great dominating my nagging wife and her bossy, frigid friend. It made all the planning and work staging this event worth while.

For days I had pondered how to get one over on them. Then the idea came to me as I was doing the weekly grocery shopping. Well, more accurately as I waited in the check out line and glanced at the National Enquirer. It was there, right there on the front page. "Woman abducted by space alien. Held captive for three days." the headline read. It went on to describe her ordeal and her suspicion that she had under gone an anal probe.

"Perfect!" I thought. I could stage abduction and take them to my "alien chamber". There I could enjoy myself at their expense and they would never be the wiser. Perhaps this experience would prod them to remember what it means to be a woman.

In the morning, Maria awakes to find she is nude. She also discovers a man's hand upon her bare breast and a hard cock pressing up against her butt cheeks. So she screams out,

"Get your filthy hands off me," Maria snarls ripping his hand off her breast. "And get your dick out of my ass!" Maria quickly scoots away from him.

The shrill sound wakes Katy. Her head is hurting and her mind is foggy. "Why is Maria here and naked? Where are my cloths?" she wonders. Katy shakes Howard hard, rousing him from his peaceful slumber.

"What, what?" Howard says looking around bewildered.

The three of them move apart. They begin to look around trying to make sense of things. They see a small room made up of metal walls and ceiling. There is a bare double bed in one corner. A small metal bathroom, the kind you would expect to find in a jail in another. The third corner had some bench seats and small table and a steel door is near the last one.

Cameras are perched high in every corner as if someone is monitoring them. Three of the wall panels have a 6 foot tall "X" in them, like a wood inlay on a piece of fine furniture. There is also a television mounted on the wall above the small dining table.

And finally, then there is the three of them, naked as jay birds. The woman instinctively reached out to cover themselves. Katy and Maria are surprised when their low hand finds only skin. Looking down, they are chagrinned to find themselves shaved bare. Howard conceals a smile as he takes in their shocked expression.

"What's happen to me? Where are our clothes?" Katy asks apprehensively now sitting up on the bed crossing her knees so very ladylike.

Maria stands and marches defiantly up to the steel door and tries to open it. It doesn't budge. Katy runs over to it and together they pull and pounded on it. Howard sits back and enjoys the view of their firm behinds and bouncing breasts. The women begin screaming and shouting. They continue until they wear themselves out. Sobbing, a red faced Katy pivots toward Howard and implores "Do something!"

"Like what?" Howard strides over and tugs on the door too, to no avail.

"What is this place? Maria asks.

She has given up on the door and is ready to explore the room. The rest join her. They all pace around the room rapping on the strong steel walls seeking an explanation and an exit, but finding neither. They all end up back on the bed. Katy is crying again. Maria struggles to retain her composure. Howard sits quietly keeping a mystified look on his face.

Distracted by their situation, the women have forgotten about their nudity. They no longer attempt to cover themselves; Howard grows stiff enjoying the flesh on display.

Howard muses out loud, "What is going on? Someone kidnaps us, steals our cloths and locks us up in this room? For ransom? Katy and I don't have any money?"

"And why shave Katy and me as bare as babies!" A glaring Maria adds. "And why not you?"

Howard stands, lifts his arms over his head and pirouettes slowly exhibiting his hairy body. "Maybe they didn't know where to start," he snorts. His audience in not amused.

On a more serious note, Howard turns to Katy and asks, "Honey, how do you feel?"

"I'm scared." Katy is biting her lower lip as she sits hugging her knees to her chest. Between her thighs, Howard is treated to a framed view of her pussy. The thick lips are split right down the middle and as always, a little of her inner lips spill out.

Maria interrupts demanding, "I want to know what's going on here." She is angry. She stands tall with her arms down by her side, her hands balled into fists. Her shoulders are pulled back; her luscious breasts are proudly thrust out. She has the biggest clit Howard has ever seen. It peeks out from under the hood at the top of her vagina. Howard can't help but wonder how big it would be if someone paid a little attention to it.

Howard eats up the view and then, adds shaking his head from side to side, "I just don't know."

Maria catches Howard staring at her body and turns her back to him with a noisy "Humph". Her breasts jiggle enticingly.

Howard points to the small black circle on her spine and says to Katy, "Look at that."

He then looks at Katy's back and says, "You have one too."

He twists his backside to Katy and she exclaims, "You have one too. What does it mean?"

"I don't know," Howard responds thoughtfully. He rubs his butt and adds, "Is your back sore?"

Maria responds quickly, "Some, but mostly I ache lower."

"Me too. It's like the time you made me have anal sex...," Katy pauses, "Oh my God, what did they do to me?"

Howard massages his butt cheeks in solidarity to the fear stricken women.

The television above the table comes on. They all turn attracted by the sound of static and the light. A picture appears. The first is of outer space and stars, then a metal plaque depicting a man and a woman, followed by a series of photos and sounds of things on Earth. Then screen goes blank.

The screen turns back on and again goes thru another series of pictures of stars, other images and sounds. No one recognizes anything until the last slide which is a picture of a bulbous headed alien. This alien looks a lot like the alien masks you can buy at any costume store.

The three of them are befuddled. They stare at the screen as it repeats the two series. Eventually, they are repeated three more times that morning.

"What does it mean?" Katy asks.

Maria says, "I've seen that plaque of a man and a woman before. And the pictures and sounds that followed were all of things here on Earth. However, I don't recognize anything in the second set until that Halloween alien mask."

Trying to be helpfully Howard offers, "Maria, I remember the plaque too. Wasn't it on one of our spacecraft, the Pioneer?"

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He crawled on his hands and knees towards her. She was lying on her back with her legs spread open, the glistening sex inviting him to taste its musky depths. He lowered his head to catch the folds in his mouth, sucking them before spearing his tongue within to find her swollen clit. He circled it slowly, caught it with his lips and lapped at it again. She moaned, lifting her hips to his mouth.

The sting of the riding crop against his backside refocused his attention to the woman standing behind him as the chain attached to his collar jerked his head back.

"That's enough!" Mistress Jasmine wrapped the chain around her fist so that he was forced to retreat from his wife who was bound by her wrists and attached to the legs of their four poster bed by lengths of thick, black rope.

He looked up at the Asian woman standing over him. Her stiletto heels sank into the thick carpeting of the bedroom and the muscles of her nylon-clad thighs flexed as she walked around him. When she crouched to tip his chin up with the handle of her crop, he could hear the leather of her corset creak.

"Before you can fully learn to pleasure a woman, you must understand what it means to be one." Her lips curled into a sinister smile and her exotic eyes narrowed. "You have to know what it means to be penetrated, to be violated. Only then can you approach a woman with the empathy that you need to truly be able to give her what she desires."

He heard his wife moan. She knew exactly what Mistress Jasmine meant to do, and the idea of it never ceased to excite her. Nothing was more arousing to her than having her husband made into another woman's bitch. Even now, just seeing him on his hands and knees before a leather-clad woman, her fist holding him in tight control by the metal chain attached to his studded collar... her hips twisted upwards and her arms pulled at the rope that bound her wrists together above her head.

Mistress Jasmine turned to look at the woman sprawled on the floor. She reached out with her crop and lightly tapped her wet, pouting slit with the leather tongue. "Patience, Kitty. Your Mistress must train her stud so that he will service you properly. And you like watching your Mistress train her bitch, don't you."

She nodded, watching the dominatrix use the handle of her crop to push her long, black hair over her shoulder as she stood up to lead her husband by his leash back between her thighs.

"Do not touch her." She unraveled the chain from her fist and attached it to one of the wooden columns at the foot of the bed. She took another chain that hung from the other column and latched that to his collar. "Do not even look at her. You will keep your eyes down and your hands to yourself or I will flay the skin from your back."

He heard the leather of her corset creak again as she leaned in close to his ear. The scent of jasmine enveloped him and a wisp of her silken hair fell over his shoulder. She hissed. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

He remained on his hand and knees between his wife's legs, not daring to move a muscle. They could feel the heat of each others' bodies, only inches away but unable to touch. His turgid cock hovered between his legs, a bead of fluid collecting at the tip. She could feel the warmth of his breath waft over the hair of her mound and she quelled the urge to raise herself to his mouth.

He heard the muffled steps of Mistress Jasmine as she walked away from him. There was a rustling behind him and then the wet sound of something being squeezed from a tube. In a moment, the Mistress' hand appeared in front of his face holding a black dildo, gleaming with lube.

"Are you ready for this?" Her voice whispered into his ear. "Every night, your wife has to lie back and take this from you. And now, it's your turn."

His wife watched the slender Asian woman attach the dildo to the harness strapped around her hips, snapping the base into place. She tightened the straps at her waist and thighs, and gave the black phallus a tug to test its fit.

"Put your cock against her pussy."

He crawled forward and began to press his cock into his wife, pushing into the parting folds when his collar jerked him back again. The Mistress had hooked her fingers through it, cutting off his air and his wife whimpered at the frustration of feeling him pressed just outside her slit, the head of his shaft barely brushing the entrance of her sex.

"I said against her pussy, not in it you fucking moron!" Her palm came down on his ass, leaving the stinging red imprints of her fingers on his white skin. The muscles of his buttocks tightened, but he held rigidly still, obeying his Mistress' command to remain unsheathed, though his cock trembled with the desire to plunge into his wife.

She positioned herself between his legs behind him, her hands on his hips as the silicone head that bobbed between her legs prodded the back of his balls. Gripping the base, she guided it up to the dark valley that separated the pale globes of his bottom and slowly pressed inwards until she hit the hidden dark, pink star.

She pushed and he felt his asshole stretch open to accept her tool. His hips moved forward with the pressure of hers and he felt his wife's cunt begin to splay open around the head of his cock, when the sudden grip on his hips pulled him back while spearing him more securely onto the dildo.

"You do not get to fuck her until I give you permission." She pinched his thigh just under the curve of a buttock, and thrust into him viciously so that her cock was fully buried and his asshole was stretched wide around the thick silicone shaft. "Is that understood, you little bitch?"

He was in agony. He cock ached for the embrace of his wife's cunt. It lay open and waiting right there in front of him, so close that the moisture that leaked from the tip of his dick rubbed and mixed with the wetness that coated her pussy lips. He stared down at her breasts, her nipples puckered to pinpoints of arousal. He could feel the fullness in his ass and the weight of his Mistress' cock inside him. He was her bitch and he reveled in the denial of his pleasure in lieu of her own.

She pulled her hips back and slowly slid them forward again, the head of her cock pressing into his prostate as she filled his tight hole. She stabbed into him, keeping a firm hold on his waist to prevent him from fulfilling his longing to bury himself into his wife. He groaned, his face flushed.

Looking down at the woman beneath him, he saw that her eyes weren't on him at all, but focused behind him. She watched as the leather-clad woman thrust against her husband, the white, flat surface of her stomach below the corset advancing and retreating every time she plunged against him. Her almond eyes were half-closed and the black curtain of her hair fell about her shoulders, the ends of the strands resting on the upper curve of her constricted breasts. With every other hunch of her hips, she would give him a flat-palmed smack on his reddening ass, propelling his hips forward so that his cock pressed against the opening of his wife's sex before it pulled back again to tease and rub against her outer lips.

"Please Mistress Jasmine!" She was rocking her hips so that the head of her husband's cock slid up and down her slit, brushing just over her clit before retreating to hover outside her wet hole. She tried to shift her body down, to get closer to his straining member, but the ropes held her fast.

Mistress Jasmine looked at her. "Do you want his cock?"

"Yes Mistress, please!"

"Say it!"

"I want his cock! I want him to fuck me, please!"

The dominatrix drew her hips back. "Fuck her, you little bitch!" She struck his buttocks with the full force of her hand, pressing down and forcing her dick into him so that he fell forward and his cock drove into his wife's hungry cunt.

He buried his face against her neck, his shouts muffled as his plunged against her. With each forward thrust, the lips of his wife's pussy eagerly swallowed his shaft into a slick, hot vise of sensation, and with every retreat he was impaled on his Mistress' tool, his ass yielding to her invasion..

She began punching her hips into his, sending him deeper into his wife's cunt. He knew that it wasn't him fucking his wife. He was Mistress Jasmine's toy; he was the only thing that separated her from his wife, and it was his Mistress' cock that was fucking her through him. He slowed his own movements, allowing the Asian woman's momentum to swing his body against his wife and grind his groin against her sex. His asshole engulfed the dildo, causing a sliver of tingling sensation to run through his balls and up the underside of his cock. The blood rushed to his member, adding to the thickness so that his wife gasped and clutched at her ropes, and when he felt the sporadic spasms of her vaginal muscles, signaling the imminent arrival of her orgasm, his head began to swim.

He grunted when he felt Mistress Jasmine quicken her pace and reached up to grab his wife's swaying breasts, holding on as he pinched at the hard, pink nubs. Her legs came up to wrap around him and what had started as a whimpering at the back of her throat soon crescendoed into a full throated wail. His wife's body bowed with the force of her release and the convulsions of her pussy around his cock sucked him deeper and deeper in, until it seemed that she was reaching right into his balls to seize and rip his orgasm from him.

His buttocks rippled with the force of the Mistress' thrusts and his asshole clenched as shivers danced over him. It was just as his wife's shouts began to ebb that his began, the punishing shock of Mistress Jasmine's palm striking his ass sending him over the edge. His hands dropped to his wife's waist and he howled as he held her tight against him, rigidly shuddering as he shot jets of white, hot cum into her womb.

They lay in a heap, husband and wife, breathing in the scent of the other's sweat with their eyes closed in contentment. Mistress Jasmine stood up and silently left the room.

Rose stepped off the bus. She was wearing jeans under her black pea coat and had washed the make-up from her face so that she looked once more like a college student returning from a late night studying. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her almond-shaped eyes were hidden behind thick, dark-rimmed glasses.

She hefted her duffel bag over her shoulder and looked around. The street was empty, the darkness broken only by the intermittent pools of light cast by the street lamps. Row after row of plain-faced buildings looked back at her, the empty windows like staring eyes. She walked to the one with the dark green awning and pressed the doorbell, pulling the door open at the sound of the buzzer.

The silent ride up the elevator ended when the doors slid open. She saw a group of four women at the end of the carpeted hallway. They were standing around a naked, hooded man and were taking turning paddling him as he crawled around, frenzied. It looked like he was trying to press his lips to all of their bare feet at once, but failing miserably as the blows rained down on his bright, red bottom.

"So, has Mistress Jasmine struck again?"

Rose turned around and smiled at the short, buxom woman standing in the doorway behind her. "I guess you could say that. They were a nice couple."

"I wouldn't have let you go on an outcall if I didn't think so too. Now, then." The woman pulled a pair of silver-rimmed spectacles from the tangled, grey hair she had pinned up on top of her head. "Put your things away and let's get you paid so you can go home."

Rose walked to her locker in the room adjacent to the office, taking out her backpack and replacing it with the duffel bag where she had her equipment neatly folded. She locked up and returned to where the grey-haired woman was counting out stacks of bills. Looking up at Rose over the top of her glasses, she waved a small roll of twenties.

"Make sure it's all there."

Rose took the roll and counted out the money. She nodded. Three hundred dollars was certainly going to help with tuition, not to mention Christmas gifts this year.

"Looks good. Thanks." She slung her backpack over her shoulder and gave the woman a wave before walking into the hallway, nearly tripping over the naked slave who had crawled down the corridor, his dick sticking out from under his belly like a little, red sausage as the abusive women hurled insults at him and spat on his tiny member.

One of them turned to her, smirking. "He's paying eight hundred bucks for us to kick his sorry ass up and down the hallway."

Rose laughed and looked down at the fat, little man cowering on the floor.

"Get the fuck out of my way, pig!" She kicked him, grinding the tread of her sneaker into his ass, and then turned to press the button. He tried to kiss her foot and she slapped him away.

"Thank you, my Asian Goddess!" he called after her, the shouting of the ladies fading as the doors closed behind her and the elevator returned her to the silent lobby.

She was Chinese, and that meant that she was supposed to be a doctor or a lawyer. Maybe even a concert pianist or violinist would have been all right, but a dancer?

Her father had shaken his head and declared dishonor on the family when Rose announced her decision. Dancers jumped around half-naked, shamefully revealing their bodies. Dancers did drugs to stay thin. Dancers had no future.

"Don't expect me to support you," her father had said. "If you do this, you're doing it on your own." Despite her mother's protests, he insisted that Rose be out of the house by the end of the year and to "take your disgrace with you."

She found a job as a waitress to make some money and enrolled for classes at the community college where tuition was cheaper. She saved what she could, and one day, while looking for apartments, she stumbled across the ad in the paper.

Since school hadn't started yet, she was able to go in for an interview that same day. Four months later, Mistress Jasmine was a regular favorite at Madame Severa's House of Domination. It was a virtually unheard of rise to underground stardom, but because she was an Asian in a largely Caucasian town, her lean dancer's body combined with her exotic features and her natural glee in dealing out punishment and humiliation gave her an undeniable edge.

Rose kept her alter-ego a closely guarded secret. She told her parents she worked the night shift at a local warehouse. She kept her gear hidden in her locker at Mistress Severa's, and she maintained an innocent public persona, hiding behind her glasses like a modern day Clark Kent to prevent recognition.

The only person who knew was Maddy, her best friend. The two girls kept nothing from each other. Maddy knew about Mistress Jasmine, and Rose was the only person who knew about the affair Maddy had begun with her step father, Mr. Lawson.

Rose blushed, thinking about what happened on Thanksgiving. Maddy had told her about the wrist restraints and floggers she found in his bedroom and wanted Rose to show her how to use them. She hoped that by learning about something he was clearly interested in, she might please and surprise her step father. What happened afterwards was a surprise to them all.

Rose could still remember the way it felt when his massive cock speared into her, splitting her tight, little pussy while she lay helpless, her wrists attached to the headboard of his bed. Rose thrilled to the idea of being overpowered by an authority figure. She had seen enough groveling men to know the taste of power, and while she loved it, she also wanted to know what it would feel like to have that control stripped and taken from her.

She shook her head, ignoring the tingle between her thighs. This was not the time. She was moving into a new apartment this week, a full month before the deadline her father had set, letting him know that she didn't need his approval or support to accomplish her goals. It hurt her that he didn't seem to care either way. He hadn't even asked her to at least stay through Christmas, but now that she had made her stand, she couldn't back down.

She didn't want to spend the holidays alone, but worrying about that wasn't going to pay for rent and tuition, and with no one to help her, there was just too much to do.

Rose turned when she heard her name. It was Keiichi, one of the professors in the English department who was teaching her class while the regular teacher was on vacation. Keiichi was half Japanese and ten years older than most of the students in the classes he taught, but sometimes acted like he was barely in his twenties. He saw no reason to be formal, insisting that the students call him by his first name, and often joking that, "Mr. Williams is my father's name."

Rose side stepped the other students and made her way towards him. He was sitting, rifling through stacks of papers. When she finally stood by the desk, he held an essay she had written a week ago.

"Hi, Rose." He smiled, revealing straight white teeth with a crooked one on the side that made him look younger than he was. "Listen, I read your essay a few nights ago, and I was just curious about why you decided to choose this particular novel."

Rose shrugged. "The assignment was to write about a strong, female character. I thought Venus in Furs would be appropriate."

He nodded. "Yes, and I like what you wrote, but have you read the book by his wife, The Confessions of Wanda von Sacher-Masoch?"

"No, I haven't heard of that one."

"You really should." Keiichi stood up from the desk. He was surprisingly tall and Rose guessed that his height must be from his father's side. "Venus is a fictionalized story of Sacher-Masoch's fantasies, but Confessions is by his wife, his real life wife, about what it is to live them."

She tilted her head, surprised that she had never noticed the color of his eyes. They were a pale, golden brown and it was startling to see them combined with the subtle tilt of his lids. "I, uh... I'll look into it. Though, money's a little tight right now and..."

He picked up a pen from the desk and bent down to write on her paper.

"You know what? Don't worry about buying it. I have a copy of it at home. You should base your next assignment on it. Your regular teacher loves this stuff." He held the paper out to her. "Here's my address. Why don't you stop by and we can discuss it?"

She tucked the essay into one of her books. "Um, thanks."

"I finish teaching my last class today at five, so I should be home by six."

"All right. I'm done at the studio right around then. I can stop by afterwards."

"Great." He smiled again. "I'll see you then."

Rose knocked at the door. She heard a clatter and then the sound of cursing. The door swung open and Keiichi was wiping his shirt with a kitchen towel.

"I'm sorry." She looked down at the light, brown stain on his white t-shirt and back up at him. "You said after six or so, right?"

"No, don't apologize, you're right. I was just making coffee." He swiped again at his shirt and grinned sheepishly. "It's been a rough day."

He stepped back from the door and waved her in. "Please," he said. "No point in you standing out there while I clean myself up."

Rose was still wearing her black leotard from the dance studio. The heat she had generated from the physically intensive class insulated her from the cold. She wore a red skirt over her grey tights and fur-lined boots kept her feet warm, but her coat and scarf were draped over her arm, leaving her shoulders bare, save for her backpack. She never wore a bra because of how small she was, so when the chill of the November wind stiffened her nipples, it wasn't difficult for Keiichi to notice the hard, round dents protruding from the elastic material of her top.

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So, it wasn’t just the restraint of her hair he had in mind. She stared down at him after she’d taken the position. It did make her feel open, her naked body fully exposed, her spine arched, her breasts thrust forward . . . her heart vulnerable.

His gaze ran over her from head to thigh, slow and hot. She was scorched by that stare. She could barely draw breath.

He spread both hands on her hips and whisked them along her sides and over her breasts and down her belly and up her back.

“Kam,” she moaned, undone by his worshipful gaze, tormented by his possessive touch. He swept his hands everywhere, his actions somehow both lewd and cherishing at once.

“It’s all right,” he soothed when she whimpered as he massaged her ass in both hands. “Just a moment longer.” He placed his hands on her hips and stretched his thumbs toward her sex. He parted her labia, fully exposing her glistening pink folds and clitoris. Her exposure was complete. A rough groan tore at his throat. His cock swelled. Her shaking amplified. He looked up at her face, his expression tight with rapt wonder.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out. Then he leaned forward, his back leaving its rest against the couch, holding her so tightly she could barely draw breath. One of his forearms slipped beneath her ass like a supporting bar, his hand cupping a cheek, his other arm surrounded her waist, hugging her against him. He began to move her. She rose and fell over him like a crashing wave as he took complete control of her weight. Every muscle in his body grew hard and flexed as he strained for relief.

She’d begged for him to unleash the storm, and suddenly she was at the center of it, taking its full wrath. His cheek was pressed against a breast. He gave a low, guttural growl, the sound and vibration in her flesh thrilling her, sending a spark through her. She lowered her arms, her hair falling around them, and grabbed his head.

“Kam . . . oh . . . God,” she cried as he pounded her down on him, her voice vibrating with the strength of his short, staccato thrusts inside her. She felt him swell, heard his tortured groan.

He slammed her down on him again, roaring as he climaxed. For a moment, he seemed frozen by pleasure, but then he inhaled roughly and began pounding her up and down on his cock again as he ejaculated. The feeling of him pouring himself inside her sent her over the edge. She cried out sharply, the blast of climax all that much hotter and more powerful for having endured the flames with him.

Chapter Sixteen

She lay draped over him like melted candle wax for long, languorous moments, stroking his strong back muscles, coaxing them to release after their intense contraction during lovemaking. She didn’t like that he was still mostly dressed while she was nude, but she felt too weak to undress him, too content to move.

Angus made a muted woofing sound in her dreams, the sound making Lin blink and focus. She saw the bag Kam had left when he’d joined her on the floor and they’d lost themselves to passion.

“You never showed me my dog-walking outfit,” she murmured, nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“Hmmm?” he muttered lazily as he continued to stroke her naked skin from buttocks to shoulders, his low, resonant hum tickling her ear.

“The clothes you bought me,” she reminded him, kissing his neck.

“They won’t be as good as the ones you bought for me, but they’ll work. Why didn’t you tell me you bought me the clothes and the things for Aurore?” he asked gruffly after a few seconds.

“Ian thought you might take offense.”

“Why would I take any more offense if you chose things for me versus him or Lucien?”

She brushed her lips against the slowing pulse at his neck and leaned back to look at his face. “I don’t know exactly, except to say that I think he worried you’d become irritated if you got the impression he was trying to . . .” She paused, searching for the words. “Make you into something you’re not. Change you. He cares about you, Kam. Truly. He just wants the best for you.”

“Now that I think on it, I would have taken offense if anyone else had done it,” he said after a moment.

“Done what?”

“Bought me things. I know I paid for them, but still . . .” He faded off, his gaze narrowing on her. “Because it was you, it didn’t bother me. Somehow.”

She held her breath. It was an incredibly sweet thing to say. She waited, a prickle of anxiety or anticipation or something going through her when he just continued to pin her with his stare.

“Did you ever consider working for someone other than Ian?”

“What?” she asked, taken off guard by the direction of his question.

“I know you told Jason Klinf ‘no way’ last night—even though from what I heard, he was offering you a pretty interesting opportunity. Others have to have offered you even more lucrative opportunities. I’m just wondering if you ever really considered leaving Noble in the past?”

“Not really, no. I’ve thought about offers, of course, but never seriously.”

“What makes you stay? Why are you so loyal to Ian? Is it because your grandmother worked there and helped him build his company, and it feels like a family endeavor to you?”

Lin looked down from his piercing stare. “Maybe that has something to do with it,” she admitted. She hesitated. Kam cradled her jaw and silently bid her to look at him. She saw his questioning glance. “A friend—Richard St. Claire, actually; you know him—recently pointed out to me that I tend to—” She paused, blushing in embarrassment and staring at his collar.

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With her boots, lady Iveta trampled this guy. She was not doing it to hurt or to humiliate him but rather to help him out. The guy had a bad back and he wanted a deep tissue massage. The only way she could do it was if she trampled him and when she told him that, he agreed to it and let the mistress do it to him. It worked.

This mistress noticed that her driver was always distracted and she did not want to be driven by someone who was not attentive at all times. That is why she chose to use her boot trampling to teach him a lesson. Her boots were heeled and she used them to trample him all over his body and teach him never to mess with her. That is how he learned never to piss her off.

When it comes to punishing slaves and losers, mistress Dula is one of the best at it. Today the mistress chose to use her boot trampling to humiliate and dominate. She chose to use her boots to teach him that she never wanted him to be as clueless as he had been and so the punishment worked the way she had intended for it to work. He never messed up again.

Goddess Ellyah was angered by the fact that her boyfriend was impolite. She did not want to marry someone who was that way and she felt that it was up to her to make him change. So she started by trampling him with her boots to make him learn from the pain that he felt. The guy had no choice but to change and do things in a different way.

When this mistress realized that she was dealing with a deceitful guy, she had to punish and humiliate him with the aim of making him stop that habit. The mistress did it in the toilet and she warned him that if he did not change or stop his deceit, she would turn him into a human toilet. He would be made to eat shit and drink pee. He got scared and changed.

Madame Marissa wanted to make this guy understand that she would not tolerate his nonsense. She had to make him realize that she would make him feel pain and humiliate him for it. She cruelly head trampled him with her boots and did it until he cried. He wished he had not pissed her off but it was too late to wish for that and he had to reap what he had sown.

Mistress Dula needed to make sure that she taught this guy a lesson he would never forget. So she used her boots to trample the shit out of this guy and he was in a lot of pain as she did it on his chest. The mistress even jumped on him and she made sure that by the time she was done with him, he would never do it again.

Mistress Valeria was pissed that her mechanic was stealing from her. He was lying to her about parts which needed replacing and he would then get to make more money from her when she did not need most of those parts changed. The mistress was mad when she found out and that is what made her punish the mechanic so that he did not do that to his other customers.

Mistress Natasha had observed this guy and she felt that he was too careless for her. She did not want him to ever do what he had done and that is why she used her high heels to trample him. She chose a painful place to trample him and that was his hands. Besides trampling them, she also stomped on them to make it even more painful for the guy.

Mistress Adila had an amicable split with her ex but she did not know what came over him and he started to be meddlesome in her affairs. She did not care what the reason was. She did not want him back but she respected him. So she asked him to stop. He did not. She had no choice but to trample him with her boots so that the pain would make him stop.

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Greg really wasn't into dating in High School. He was heavily into his many activities, especially music, and besides he was too shy to pursue dating. So, off to college he went, inexperienced in the ways of girls and dating.

After being at the university for 6 months, he first met Lisa at work. Lisa and Greg had both been assigned to student work in the Music Library. They were both music majors. Greg was a smart ass know it all conducting major, while Lisa was a confidant and out going sophomore who played the cello. They would talk about music and school gossip during their hours working together. Greg lived in the scholar dorms where he had a single room and communal bathroom. Lisa lived nearby with 3 other girls in an off campus rental house.

Greg had a rather extensive record collection and Lisa and he often discussed the performance interpretations by various artists. Over time Lisa and Greg sometimes walked home together after a stint working at the library and would stop by Greg's room to listen to some recordings. Lisa eventually began to occasionally stop by unannounced and they would listen to music or just talk. Lisa enjoyed being with Greg, he was interesting to talk to enjoyable to be with. Greg had blue eyes with sandy colored hair and was medium height and slim body. Lisa liked his warm smile and thought he had a great set of buns.

Lisa was interested in Greg but was sort of dating someone else. Also, she never heard Greg talk about girls or old girl friends. Was he not interested in dating? Was he gay? Lisa even quizzed some of her gay friends to see what they knew about him. Other than agreeing that Greg did indeed have a nice ass, they were unaware of his leanings either way. Lisa occasionally mentioned her boyfriend to Greg hoping to get a reaction out of him, or have him remark about some of the girls he might have dated, but he said nothing.

Greg enjoyed spending time with Lisa. She was a smart girl and didn't let any of his smart remarks go unchallenged. Lisa was short, about 5' 2", slim with black curly hair and brown eyes. She had nice "college girl" figure, with firm breasts and a cute butt.

They eventually started doing more together, like eating out or Lisa would invite Greg to some off campus party. This went on for some months and they always enjoyed each other's company. Lisa was a popular girl and seemed to know everyone while Greg was much less out going and shy. One day while they were working in the music library, Greg mentioned he was going to be conducting the school orchestra. Lisa had seen a number of the conducting majors perform or had played in the orchestra when they conducted. She was generally unimpressed. After months of working with and talking with Greg she was eager to see him perform. Greg was conducting Tchaikovsky when Lisa slipped into the on going rehearsal. Lisa stopped and stared, while it was definitely Greg up there conducting the orchestra it was like seeing Clark Kent change into "Superman". He had a presence that was almost electrifying. His conducting movements had a passion and intensity that filled the hall. At that moment Lisa knew she wanted him, wanted to touch him, be with him.

Greg's 21st birthday was coming up and Lisa told Greg that she was planning a great night out for his birthday. Lisa was hoping that Greg's birthday would be the night that "things" would happen between them. Lisa took Greg out to one of the best restaurants near the university. They both had Steak and Lobster. Lisa knew Greg was not much of a drinker, but it still surprised her when Greg had a Coke to drink instead of something with alcohol. Greg and Lisa had a great time and he really enjoyed the special cake they brought out with candles on it. After diner Lisa and Greg walked back to Greg's dorm and they talked and listened to music until late at night, but nothing else happened. Somehow Lisa had thought that with the great birthday diner and everything else that had gone on that Greg would know that Lisa cared about him, was interested in him, wanted him…. "Damn, why didn't he order any beer," Lisa thought. Lisa was not experienced in seducing boys. They usually came after her, not the other way around.

After Greg walked Lisa home he came back to the dorm and thought of the wonderful birthday Lisa had planned for him. They had both dressed up for diner. Lisa had looked sensational in that dress she had worn. Lisa was always in jeans or some other casual outfit, seeing her in that dress was like looking at a whole different person.

A few nights later Lisa was over at the dorm and they again talked until late in the night. They both sat on Greg's small dorm bed. Lisa was reclined with her back to Greg as they listened to some music. Greg enjoyed being with Lisa very much and it was becoming obvious, even to him, that Lisa liked him a lot. Lying behind her Greg reached out and rubbed Lisa tired shoulders. Lisa seemed to melt under his touch. Greg continued to rub her back, as the music played on, without either of them uttering a word. Lisa was excited to feel his touch and didn't want it to end. "Please don't stop", she thought to herself. Lisa lay on her side with her back to Greg. Greg sensed that Lisa was enjoying his touch and snuggled up closer to her. He was almost afraid that if he said something or saw her face to face that Lisa would say something and that would be the end of it. Greg was nervous and excited at touching Lisa's body like this for the first time. Greg's hands roamed more freely and eventually he reached around and his hand brushed up against the side of her breast. Greg's hand just froze there waiting for the rebuke that was sure to come. But Lisa didn't move or say a thing, her body was tingling all over. Greg just left his hand there, maybe she would think it was an accident or that he was falling off to sleep. He wanted to continue. To hold an explore her but was unsure of what Lisa wanted.

After what seemed like an eternity Lisa turned around to face Greg. She had a smile on her face. "I was hopping something like this would happen after your birthday diner," Lisa said. She leaned into him and planted a kiss on his lips. Greg kissed her back enjoying the sensation of her lips. It seemed so natural after having been with Lisa so many times over the past months. He kissed her lips again and again. Now more emboldened, Greg's hands found their way back to Lisa's breasts but this time he began to explore them. He could feel the nipple pressing against her shirt, the softness of her breast and the heat radiating from her body. He slowly unbuttoned her shirt and removed it. He tried to remove her bra, but could not figure out how to. Lisa smiled and sat up. She reached behind her and unfastened it letting it fall to her lap. Greg gazed at her beautiful firm breasts and reached out for them. Touching her naked breasts for the first time was a feast for the eyes and hands. Greg, exploring their textures, his fingers brushed her small round nipples bringing them to attention and eliciting a sigh from Lisa. Next Greg bent over and placed a nipple on his lips. His tongue pressed against them and swirled around her nipple. Next he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked gently at first and then with more insistence. Lisa groaned with pleasure as her inexperienced partner gained confidence. Some of his moves were awkward but the excitement of having Greg touch her, love her, want her, was putting her senses into overload.

They snuggled and kissed until it was too late for Lisa to go home. Lisa stayed with Greg in the dorm room. They both got under the covers with their cloths on. Lisa knew Greg was a virgin, so she wanted to let Greg take the lead. She didn't want him to do something he would regret in the morning. She was so excited just being with him and feeling his touch. She wanted more but was content to be patient. Greg turned the lights out and they spooned under the covers in the small dorm bed. Greg was naturally very keyed up and could not sleep, he had had an instant hardon from the moment he had first touch Lisa's breast earlier in the evening. Having a half-naked girl lying snuggled up next to him was too much; soon Greg's hands began to roam Lisa's body under the covers. Eventually Greg's hands began to roam over Lisa's jeans covered ass and then eventually between Lisa's legs. Lisa squirmed under Greg's touch and she was focused on his every move. Where would go next, she was tingling with anticipation. Greg was moving excruciatingly slow. Greg, being totally inexperienced, took his queues from Lisa's responses. As he rubbed her crotch trough her jeans he could tell when she was reacting to his touch. Lisa pressed against his kneading fingers, willing them to explore her.

Lisa let his virgin hands explore her body, letting him find for himself what worked and what didn't. Her body language and breathing gave Greg all the cues he needed. He continued to investigate her body, bringing his hands to the waistband of her jeans searching for the button. Finding it he unbuttoned them and slowly drew the zipper down. Lisa was beside herself. "Please don't stop, please don't stop," she thought to herself. Greg played with the band on her panties and his fingers wandered underneath them. As he explored further he found Lisa's pubic hair. Soft and curly he played his fingers through it as his hand continued its march lower and lower. I finally Greg came to some soft folds of skin, which he began to peel back with his fingers. It was moist and as he rubbed he felt Lisa shudder. It felt so good to be close to her and to feel that he was giving her pleasure. As Greg had no experience of this sort he was worried about being clumsy, not hurting her and would he being able find the spots that would please her.

Lisa jumped when he reached her clit. She began to writhe as he circled and pressed against it. She whispered to Greg a couple times, "softer…harder….," and pressed her hand against his to guide him. Her breathing got heavier as he continued to finger her. Her hips started to buck and her legs writhed and squeeze against his hand. Then her body shuddered and she groaned through her teeth trying not to make too much noise in the dorm. Lisa felt the orgasm build inside her. It kept growing and growing until she could hardly stand it. She grabbed hold of his hand to signal him to stop. Finally her body went limp as she tried to recover.

Lisa's reaction let Greg know how wonderful he had made her feel. Greg knew he had just given a girl an orgasm for the first time. Then the virgin in Greg took over, he and Lisa had gone from first base to third all in one evening. They had not discussed doing this. Greg didn't want to get a girl pregnant. What about birth control? He wasn't even sure he wanted to give up his virginity. Lisa seemed to sense that Greg didn't want go further and they both drifting off to sleep - Greg with "blue" balls and Lisa feeling wonderful but a little guilty at not having satisfied her partner

They woke up the next morning in each other's arms. Lisa reached out to Greg kissed her. They lay facing each other embracing each other. Lisa played with the buttons on his shirt and started to unbutton them. While Greg had ravaged her the night before, she had given little in return. She wanted to see him, touch him. Lisa helped Greg to remove his shirt. Greg had some hair on his chest that she ran her fingers through. She felt his chest and strong shoulders. Greg's hardon returned as Lisa played with his chest. When she lowered her hands and ran them along his stomach his body jumped a little. Greg's hardon strained under the pants he had worn all night. Lisa could detect the outline of his cock. She wanted to see it. She moved her hands down to his waistline and ran her fingers just underneath it. She could feel Greg's involuntary reactions to her touch. Greg could barely contain his anticipation. Her touch was excruciating. Lisa moved to the snap on his jeans and unfastened it.

This time it was Greg thinking, "Please don't stop." Lisa's hand slowly explored down beneath his pants. Her fingers reached the tip of Greg's hard cock which twitched at Lisa's touch. Lisa wrapped her hand around his member. She could feel his pulse as his virgin penis throbbed in her hand. Lisa moved her hand lightly over the length of his cock to explore it further. Greg was totally focused on the sensation of Lisa's hand feeling his hardness. First she touched the tip and then traveled the length of his shaft and finally cupping his balls, lightly rolling them through her fingers. Greg reveled in the new sensation of having someone explore his body. Lisa then removed her hand and grabbed on to his pants and shorts. Greg raised his hips and helped Lisa pulled them down exposing himself to her. Greg's hardon stood at full attention. Lisa stared at his manhood. She knew with satisfaction that the hardon was because of her. His cock seemed perfect in every way. She had seen bigger and smaller. But this cock was a part of the boy she had wanted for a long time. His hardened shaft extended out from a soft neat growth of blond hair, a circumcised head that looked so smooth and soft capped the shaft.

Lisa began to slowly move her hand over the length of his manhood. This time it was Greg that was giving off little moans of pleasure. She wanted to give him this so badly. Greg enjoyed the sensation as he watched Lisa's small hand moved up and down his stiff member. Gradually Lisa increased her tempo. Greg could feel the tension slowly building in his body. Lisa moved closer to Greg with her body. Unlike the night before, he could see her naked body clearly in the morning light. He looked at her breasts, her body, her face, her hands wrapped around his cock. As she continued to jack Greg off she wanted to apply more pressure but she hadn't used any lubricant and she didn't want to hurt him. This was no time to ask Greg where he kept his Vaseline jar.

Lisa brought herself even closer to him with her cunt almost touching his penis, Greg was afraid that Lisa was going to pull him inside her. He was not ready for this. But instead, Lisa took her free hand and rubbed her fingers over her cunt, covering it with her body's own natural lubrication. She covered Greg's cock with it and started jerking harder and more rapidly. This sent Greg over the edge, he could feel the sensation boil up inside him as his penis began to tingle. Finally his hips lifted off the bed and he exploded. His cum sprayed onto her stomach, her breasts and her hands. For a few moments his cock was like holding onto a small fire hose that had suddenly come to life. She could hear him moan at the pleasure she had delivered him. The intensity she felt with him there took her back to the first time she had "wanted him". For a few minutes they just lay there as they recovered from the moment.

It was time to get up and go to classes. Before she left Lisa gave Greg a kiss and told him that she was on the pill. During the day Greg though about what had happened over the past 24 hours. He wanted to be with Lisa so much. After what she had told him about being on the pill, Greg decided that going all the way with Lisa would not be such a bad idea. Greg told Lisa about his decision she was thrilled about it. Unfortunately she had just started her period. They agreed to wait till Friday evening.

Greg had a concert on Friday, so after the performance Lisa and Greg walked back to his dorm room together. Greg hardly knew where to start. He slowly undressed her. Taking off all of her clothes this time. Gazing at the complete naked picture, what a magnificent site. Next she undressed him. He was wearing his tuxedo. She removed his bow tie and jacket, and shirt. She kissed his chest and ran her hands over him. He removed his sock and shoes. He was shivering somewhat with nervous anticipation. Next came the trousers and lastly she pulled his shorts off. His cock was already rock hard and she was already wet with anticipation. They lay on the bed side by side just running their hands over each other.

Lisa spoke to Greg and told him that it would be best if he were on top. Lisa lay on her back and Greg moved over the on top of her. As he lowered himself she grabbed hold of his penis and placed it at the entrance to her waiting opening. Greg could feel the lips of her cunt with the tip of his cock. He thrust forward with his body and his hard member slipped inside Lisa for the first time. Greg just lay there for a moment soaking up the sensations he had fantasized about for so many years. Lisa's pussy just enveloped him, he could feel both the love and the lust of the girl beneath him. Slowing Greg started moving in and out of her. It all felt so natural, so right. Greg had been a little apprehensive that he would cum the moment got inside her, but he didn't. Greg began to thrust with more force and Lisa began to move her hips to meet him. He could feel his ball slapping up against her.

Lisa felt him enter her, filling her up. She was so wet and he fit so well. She didn't know what to expect from him. Would he cum immediately… if so that would be OK. As he started penetrating her with more force, she could feel his shaft pressing against her clit as his cock slid up and down against it. His whole body pressed against her as he made love to her. She reach around him and grabbed his beautiful ass with her hands encouraging him to penetrate her even deeper.

Greg could start to feel the build up inside him. He thrust harder and faster. Her hands on his ass felt great, telling him she needed him to fuck her. Finally his virgin penis exploded inside of her. She could feel his release as he came inside her. That brought her over the edge and he could feel Lisa's body writhing under his as she came too.

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