tagNonConsent/ReluctanceNo Smoking. Really!

No Smoking. Really!

"Mrs Barret!" The loud voice from above her caused Lana to drop her half smoked cigarette in surprise. She immediately recognized her boss's voice and her stomach clenched in fear. Oh crap, they must have installed a security camera in what she thought was the last safe place to smoke at Menner. The fear was because she knew what came next.

"Mrs Barret, report to my office. Immediately." The pretty 35 year old divorcee felt sick to her stomach as she climbed the steps to the office level. At the company meeting about abuse of the company's no tobacco policy it was made perfectly clear, one violation meant counseling, a formal warning placed in one's personnel file, and an offer of free smoking cessation treatment. Lana had had her first warning, but chose to ignore the smoking cessation treatment because she was finally trying to get back in the dating scene and was sure she'd gain too much weight if she quit smoking. She already felt heavy and unattractive next to all the twenty somethings out there.

Mr. Menner smiled as he sat in his office watching Lana's progress on the monitors. He was sort of hoping the first one would be one of the younger females, but Mrs. Barret would do just fine. He knew she really needed the job since her derelict husband had disappeared shortly after their divorce leaving her with no alimony. He was fairly certain she would submit to the punishment to keep her job. She just didn't know it was an option. Yet.

Lana opened the door to Mr. Menner's outer office and walked in. His secretary, Anna, looked at her with sympathy. She had helped Mr. Menner with the plans for the punishment alternative and knew about the choice Lana would have to make. She didn't say anything, merely motioned Lana to the inner door. The temperature in Mr. Menner's office was frosty, both temperature wise and attitude. It had to be 65 degrees in here Lana thought as her prominent nipples hardened and began to poke through the filmy bra she had chosen to wear with the low cut, black crepe top. The choice didn't seem quite so smart now.

Mr. Menner had his back turned talking on the phone, she caught the end of the conversation,"she's here now. Go to the locker room and wait, I'll let you know if your services are needed." Lana wasn't sure what that meant, but it seemed to involve her. Mr. Menner turned and studied her before speaking. He liked what he saw, a well built 35 year old brunette about 5'7" tall, not slender, but not heavy exactly. She carried a few extra pounds in her butt and thighs, but it was nicely balanced by her firm, high, full B cup boobs. He almost wished he could take the place of one of the Punishers. They were going to enjoy this.

Her dark blue eyes were starting to tear up, go ahead and cry, that wouldn't change anything. You'll likely be crying plenty later. "Well," he said smoothly,"what do you have to say for yourself, Mrs Barret."

Lana's stomach sank, the fact he used her last name was ominous. "Mr. Menner, I'm so sorry. Please don't fire me, I'll take the program to quit smoking, I'll do what ever I have to. I really need this job. Please, Please."

He loved that she begged. He smiled at her in a way that was menacing, "As luck would have it Mrs. Barret, I have recently designed a program for people like you that choose to ignore my policies."

"Oh thank god, I'll do it, just let me know...."

"Not so fast, perhaps you should hear what is involved before you volunteer."

Lana figured it involved more counseling, maybe extra work at the plant, she had no idea what it would actually be. "It doesn't matter, I'll do it, just tell me what it is."

"I'll do exactly that, then if you still want to go ahead you'll have to sign a release."

A release? Why would she need to sign a release? Maybe just legal in case she didn't complete the punishment they could still fire her. "Ok, tell me what I have to do." Her stomach started doing flips as he enumerated the steps in her punishment.

"You will proceed to the new punishment suite on this floor, suite 2011, in the entry area you will completely disrobe, then stand on the footprints painted on the floor facing the wall." Lana gulped, this sounded like it was going to be worse than she imagined. "Then two employees, two male employees in your case, who have volunteered and been trained for this duty will come and get you to take you into the punishment chamber. There you will be suitably restrained to receive your sentence. Your sentence is ten strokes well laid on. If you are able to keep from crying out your punishment will end there."

Lana was on the verge of crying but held it in,"and what if I can't?"

"Then the next phase is one of the attendants will ravish you vaginally, wearing a condom of course. If you redeem yourself by remaining silent then you are done."

"Again," she whispered as she felt like she was falling into a dark hole, "what if I can't?"

"Then you'll have to endure one final punishment, being ravished anally. No matter how you conduct yourself that will complete your punishment."

"And I keep my present job?"

"Yes, and the promotion you were to receive in two weeks." By the look on her face he knew he had her, the promotion was too much to resist.

Lana looked pensive, but finally said,"alright, I'll take the punishment. But who will it be doing it?"

"You won't know, they'll have hoods over their heads and a jump suit on so you won't see any body features."

"I guess that's better. So when will this happen?"

He took a file from the corner of his desk and slid a piece of paper toward her. "Sign this then go down the hall to 2011."

"Right now! Wait, I need more time to think about it!"

"Sorry, either sign this and submit now, or clean out your desk. I have to warn you if you leave there will be a strip search at security before you can be allowed to leave."

Lana felt like she was falling again, but mustered the resolve to step to his desk and pick up the pen to sign the release. She read it and saw that it spelled out everything he had just told her, they were really serious about this.

She was sobbing as she exited through the outer office, and turned down the hall. 2011 was at the very end, she remembered workman being here for a couple weeks and wondered what was being added. Unfortunately now she knew.

Anna poked her head into her bosses office,"Did she go for it?"

"Yes she did, do you want to watch with me?"

No one would ever have guess that Anna was the one who had originally suggested the program and designed the entire thing. This was just an extension of her after work activities as a pain aficionado.

Lana hesitated outside the door, but finally reached for the handle, she had no choice, she had to keep her job. Inside the room was only 12X12 with two other doors on the far wall, it smelled of fresh paint. The were also clothing hooks on the wall, and the painted feet on the floor. She quickly got undressed and went to stand on the painted feet, which were so close to the wall she had to press herself against the cold concrete to keep from falling backwards. She heard one of the doors behind her open and tried to look around, but before she could a dark hood was pulled roughly over her head. She gasped as two pairs of hands gripped her arms and forced her to turn. She heard what must be the other door open and she was led into what sounded like a larger room.

She was led forward until she bumped into a padded obstacle at waist height. The hands released her arms and one set went to her waist and pushed her against the padded thing, which seemed to be only about 8" wide. The other hands pushed each of her thighs forward until they touched another padded leg, angled away from her, and strapped each thigh in place. She was starting to breath faster and felt a little panicky, she had never be restrained like this before. Once that was done they forced her to bend forward until her chest touched the main part of the bench, which was not horizontal, but up about twenty degrees. Two more straps encircled her at her waist and just below her shoulders, trapping her upper arms against her sides and crushing her hanging breasts against the sides of the bench. She felt panicked again and struggled.

Mr. Menner's voice came from a speaker above her, " the room is entirely soundproof, so feel free to use your voice as much as you like, just remember the consequences."

The hood was pulled from her head, then the two Punishers showed her their tools. First the paddles, two handed wood handles attached to 3" wide by 3' long aluminum paddles, the ends radius-ed so there were no sharp edges and filled with rows of 3/8" holes. The holes made an ominous hiss as they swung the paddles. Then, just so she knew what else might be in store, they opened the zipper in the front of their cover-alls and showed her two of the largest erections she had ever seen. She emitted a soft squeak of fear.

"I'll let that pass, Mrs Barret, but any sounds from you after now will be counted against you. Gentlemen, if you please."

The Punishers positioned themselves on each side of her. Her head was turned toward the one who swung first so she saw him wind up and heard the hiss. SMACK! Lana almost screamed, but was able to hold it in. They waited to see if she would. When she remained silent the other one laid into her with his paddle, SMACK! This time she almost lost it, but was still able to hold on. How could she endure eight more?

The next two came one right after the other. SMACK, SMACK! She was crying silently now, it hurt so much worse than she had imagined it would. But she had to hold on, no way would she give them the enjoyment of raping, or ravishing as Mr. Menner put it, her pussy and ass. There was a short break, they were probably messing with her head. Six to go, almost half way, she could do this. But her ass felt like it was on fire, the last ones would have to hurt even worse.

Without any warning she received the last six in a flurry of fury. That did it. She screamed in anguish, it was too much to take, and since she had not stayed silent she now screamed and cried and cussed them out. When she finally settled down one of them walked over by her head and exposed his cock. It had to be 3" in diameter and 9" long. Her ex husband's 6" was the only cock she had ever seen or had in her vagina. She couldn't imagine what this would feel like.

He rolled a condom on it, at least they thought of that, then covered it with clear lubricant. Thank god for that too. She felt fingers probing her slit for her opening and was revolted to realize she was quite damp already. Could the brutal spanking have done that?

She felt the chill of more lubricant applied to her tight vagina, then the pressure of the huge cock head trying to invade her. She tried to relax but when it finally forced her open she once more cried out in pain. Oh no! She was going to get the other one in her ass! Nooo, not that. She had never done that, they couldn't do that to her! Her tormenter now pushed his whole length deep into her, making her feel as though she was being stretched beyond what she could take.

But she did take it. He must have felt some sympathy for her because he hesitated for about ten seconds letting her adjust. "What are you waiting for," she heard Mr. Menner from above, "that's not what you were told to do, if you don't want to be replaced then do your job properly."

The Punisher must have wanted to keep his job because now he began pounding her with his entire length, making her grunt at the bottom of each stroke. God help me thought Lana, I think I'm actually starting to get turned on by this! Anna noticed the extra moisture running down Lana's creamy thighs and knew this one was a candidate to be recruited to her group.

The pounding finally ended when he plunged as deep as possible and grunted as he spent his seed into the condom. He quickly pulled out leaving Lana empty feeling, but not for long. The second Punisher must have been readying his tool while the other finished as Lana felt more cold lube squeezed into her crack and a hard finger pushed into her virgin anus.

She didn't have to stay silent any more so she screamed that he was killing her. More lube and fingers invaded her tight brown bud and soon there were four fingers in her. She thought that was enough to make her loose enough for him, but as soon as he pushed the head into her she knew it wasn't even close. It felt like he was sticking a baseball bat in her.

Luckily he didn't just ram it into her. He had been trained to take it slower, because of his size he could injure her if he wasn't careful. He worked his way in with short strokes and soon she felt the rough fabric against her raw buttocks. He soon sped up and fucked her ass hard for at least a couple minutes before he too came. When he pulled out she once more felt empty. It was over! She survived.

The two men removed all the straps and helped her stand up on shaky legs. She was unable to stand, so the larger of the two scooped her up in his arms and carried her through the door the other held open. He set her down and they left her to get dressed on her own.

She sat on the cold floor and cried for five minutes then pulled herself together. There were two white towels hanging with her clothes, someone must have thought about all the moisture on her crotch and legs. She dried herself, and vowed as she got dressed that she was taking off the rest of the day and going home. Her butt was too sore to even wear her panties so she folded them and put them in her pocket.

She felt deliciously naughty when she felt the air blowing on her naked pussy under her full skirt when she opened the door to find Anna waiting in the hall. "Mr. Menner wants you to take the rest of the day off and tomorrow, with pay of course. You did well, very well. You'll be getting that promotion right on schedule. You'll be pretty sore the rest of the day, but tomorrow you'll feel better. You might try soaking in tepid water with epson salts, that helps."

"For my butt?"

"For every thing." "

"How do you know this?"

Anna didn't answer, but pressed a card into Lana's hand and steered her toward the stairwell with her hand in the small of Lana's back. Lana looked down at the card before going down the steps, it said, "House of Pain and Pleasure, Anna McDonnel, proprietor" and a cell phone number. When she looked up at Anna, Anna leaned into her and kissed her full on the lips, then slipped a soft hand under Lana's skirt to caress her hot buttock while she also slipped Lana a little tongue. Anna broke the kiss and smiled,"call me some time if you want to play, You turn me on."

Then she turned and headed back to her office. Lana looked at the card again. Maybe. At least after her soreness went away. She wouldn't mind spanking Anna, now that she thought about it.

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neoteny
Pronunciation: niːˈɒt(ə)ni
retention of juvenile features in the adult animal


Fun, fun, fun!

To be honest, I appreciate spankings much more when there is a reason behind them. It might not be a very serious reason, and it sometimes it can be a game to pretty much invent one in the spur of the moment, but I find that it brings so much more to the experience than a simple, ‘just for fun’ spanking.

Maybe it’s because I have known some very playful spankees for whom the threat of a spanking to come was just as fun as the spanking itself; maybe it’s because of these games of hide and seek, of playful banter and exasperation that culminates in a —well deserved by then— reddening of buttocks. It may also be that enjoying hurting someone is easier to accept when the hurting seems justified (no unwilling cheeks were hurt in the making of this post), but that’s a topic for another day.

Of course, spanking isn’t one thing. There isn’t one spanking, there are spankings, plural, and they come in many shades of red. Depending on the reason, on the occasion, on the spankee and on the spanker, there will be many ways to enjoy and punish as is fit. There is a simple pleasure in pale cheeks turning red (or dark cheeks, all skin tones are welcome), in resistance giving way, in breathing becoming harder as the burning increases. I hope that for the spankees, there is something also in having a fault, however small, being expiated, forgiven and forgotten. A clean slate for a red bottom, it seems a fair trade.

It’s not to say that funishment is not… well, fun; but it’s always nice to have a scolding to accompany the smacks, like lyrics to the music, if you will. Isn’t it?

Her bottom hurt. It burned, it throbbed, and she didn’t dare look at it. She could imagine how bright red it was, and her Mistress’ handprints all over it. She moaned as she felt a hand grabbing her tender butt-cheek.

“Are we starting to learn, Nelly?” said a calm, sensual voice. The hand squeezed.

“Y-Yes, Mistress…” Nelly answered.

“You disappointed me…” the voice said again, and a hard slap landed on her burning ass.

She yelped and more tears streamed down her face. “I’m sorry!” she sobbed

“I’m sorry Mistress” came the reply, two more slaps punctuating it.

“Yes! Yes! Mistress! I’m sorry, M-Mistress! I’m sorry, Mistress!”

Nelly was standing up, her hands against the wall. Her little summer dress had been pulled up and rested on her hips, with her simple white panties down to her knees. Her legs trembled and for a second, she considered begging her Mistress to stop. She knew better, and she buried the idea as fresh pain exploded in her rear. Her Mistress was disappointed. Not mad, disappointed. Her Mistress never got mad, and she loved her for it. But she had high expectation, and Nelly knew she was far from perfect. Far from good, even.

More slaps. More pain. More tears. Sobs, moans, yelps, and the sweet voice of her Mistress scolding her. It felt right. It was right. It was what she deserved.

“You had one simple task today, Nelly…”

“Yes, Mistress…”

“And you didn’t even start on it…”

“I’m sorry, Mistress…”

“How do you think it’s making me feel, Nelly?”

“I… S-sad, Mistress? Disappointed in your little slut?”

“Never again, you hear me?”

“Never, Mistress…”

The longer it went on, the better she felt. She would do it. She would make her Mistress proud. Her bottom hurt. It burned, it throbbed, and she didn’t dare look at it, but she didn’t care. The only thing that was really painful was the disappointment in her Mistress’ eyes.

Kept in line

“Please…” she whined to no effect, “Please, no more…”

Her crimson buttocks felt like they were pulsating, sending waves of rich, hot pain up her spine with each of her shallow breaths. She swallowed and pleaded again, hearing no response. She didn’t dare look back, but she knew that the paddle was high in the air, just about to come dow—

“Oww!” she yelped as the hard wood connected with her bruised flesh once more. Tears streamed down her face, dripping over the desk. Her boss’ desk. He was mad. he was more than mad; he was furious. She had messed up. Again.

“OWW!” she cried, louder, another hard swat landing on her tender, plump bottom. For a few seconds, the pain became her whole world; it was all that she could think of. Then, it receded, leaving her ass burning, her legs trembling… and her panties wet.

She didn’t argue, because she knew that it was futile. When he had called her in his office, there had been no ambiguity as to her fate. She had walked in expecting to be punished, and she knew that she deserved it. She had closed the door behind her, and started to undress without a word. She had been through it a few times already.

It had started with a playful joke one day, about how she had messed up with a client. Her boss had been understanding, but she had carried on telling him how bad she felt, how guilty. He had brushed it off at first, until she had said these fateful words, as a jest: “Sometimes I wish I could get spanked again!”

He had raised an eyebrow, and she had let a little embarrassed laugh out.

“What do you mean, Caroline?” he’d asked, softly. She had instantly turned into a stuttering mess, cheeks as red as a ripe tomato.

“I… Hum… My mother, she… She used to spank me, you know? And, well, it wasn’t pleasant, but at least I didn’t feel the guilt anymore afterwards.”

“I see…” he had simply answered. He had kept his eyes on her, and she had carried on. She wasn’t sure why she had kept talking then, but the words had just kept spilling from her mouth.

“It’s… It’s like, cathartic, the punishment, the… pain… It takes the guilt away. Well, it did then…”

He had nodded. She had stared at the floor. She couldn’t look at him.

“And so… Caroline…”

“Yes sir?”

“You think a spanking would help you do a better job with the next client?”

Her eyes had widened. That little off-hand joke hadn’t seemed like a joke anymore. It had seemed very, very real. That day, she had received her first proper spanking as an adult, right there over her boss’ lap. As she had been quietly weeping in the corner afterward, he had defined a few rules. First, this was purely disciplinary, he was faithful to his wife, thank you very much. As such, she would get to keep her panties. She thought it a little odd, and a little hypocritical, but was in no position to argue ethics.

Second, any further punishment would increase in severity, going from hand-spankings to hairbrushes, paddles, the cane… She had shivered. And for a time, it had kept her on the straight and narrow. Then mistakes had happened. She had been late finishing a report. She had overslept and missed an early appointment. Paperwork got filed in the wrong place…

True to his word, he had summoned her in his office each time, and each time, the punishment had been more severe. And as much as she dreaded it, she knew she needed it, the discipline, the atonement. She needed it and desired it. Not enough to make her make mistakes on purpose, no! But she loved how it pushed her to do better. And indeed, after each session, she knew that her work got better. For a time, she was a model employee, employee of the month even! And then the slip started again. A little longer each time, knowing that the punishment would get harsher, but it always happened.

And so, as the paddle slammed into her ass once more, leaving a deep red mark, she cried her shame out and let the guilt leave her. The hard wood fell again, making her yell. No walls were thick enough to keep people from hearing, she was sure of it. Her panties were drenched —so much for keeping it modest— and she was heaving, sobbing, sniffling between each hard slap.

She knew she would be forgiven but— OWW!

She knew she deserved it and— OOWW!!

She knew she would be better, she would— OWW!!

She clenched her buttocks, knowing full well it would do nothing. She could feel the bruises coming, she imagined the marks. She bit her lip, waiting for the next one.

Nothing came.

“Get up, Caroline,” he boss said.

In her heels and underwear, she made her way to the corner, knowing what was expected of her. She would stay put while he fixed her mistake, her fingers interlocked above her head. No more mistakes, she silently vowed, no more screw ups. And for a time, she knew she wouldn’t. She closed her eyes and let the pain radiating from her crimson ass fill her mind.


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There is almost nothing in between her and her boss

How many times I have to tell you there is nothing between me and my boss. It's just business like any other, you are just jealous of him because he is masculine macho type that earns a lot and has a huge cock.

How do I know? Well. Errrr. It's just the word around the office. I believe he is going to take me home today so there is a good chance for you to see me getting fucked by a real man.

Fucking the girl in front of her husband


First Naked Girl Was Cousin

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When I was 14 I was pretty nerdy (OK very nerdy). Acne, goofy glasses, not too many friends, etc. I was (and am) very smart and horny, always. I started masturbating when I was twelve and a half years old and have been addicted ever since. I didn't see my first dirty magazine until I was 16 (found it, mostly in tatters, on the side of the road by my house) and spent many an afternoon home alone during the summer fantasizing about different girls I knew, friends moms, girls I saw at the pool, girls in school, my Aunt, you name it. I loved to jerk off looking at my moms underwear catalogs, and on more than one occasion even jerked off with a pair of her panties (sick, I know, but I pretended they were a friends moms).

I had an aunt and uncle who lived in town, and they had a daughter named Linda who was nine. For some reason she didn't think I was nerdy and we were pretty close and spent a lot of time together. As I got older my parents decided I was responsible enough to babysit her while they went out on 'couples night' (my mom/dad and aunt/uncle) - usually dinner and movies. I didn't mind because they paid me four dollars an hour and I was usually home not doing much anyway. The only thing it did was put a crimp in my masturbation routine, but I could manage.

One Friday night my aunt/uncle came over and left Linda, and since they planned on being out late Linda was going to actually sleep over. So I was responsible for actually making sure she bathed, got in her pajamas, etc. For some reason this night I was super horny (probably because I had been at the town pool that afternoon and saw tons of gorgeous girls in their bathing suits) and the perverted idea popped into my mind that maybe I would be able to see Linda naked while she was bathing or changing. It quickly turned from a brief perverted thought to an obsession, and I quickly mapped out a plan in my mind.

After we ate dinner I told her she had to go in and take a bath. She didn't give me any problem and I followed her in the bathroom. I sat on the edge of the tub, turned on the faucet, and as casually and calmly as I could told her to start getting undressed. I expected her to protest, but she didn't. She slipped her t shirt over her head like it was the most natural thing in the world, revealing a pink vest-type bra with a purple bow in the front. She then proceeded to unsnap her jeans, slide them down and kick them off. I didn't stare, I just pretended to adjust the water temperature. I DID look at her out of the corner of my eye and saw her panties were white with little bears on them, and blue flowers, and they were tight. Linda had not developed yet at all, but her hips did have a slightly womanly flair to them and her ass was deliciously small and round. I had a full fledged erection in a matter of seconds.

She stopped there, and didn't make a move to take off her bra or underpants and I didn't press her. I did engage her in some chit-chat (about water temperature, bath v. shower, etc.) which allowed me to drink in her nubile little body. Glancing at the front of her panties I could clearly see a cleft between her legs, and longed to be able to see her naked. Finally the tub was full and I excused myself, and told her if she needed anything to call me. I made a hasty exit of the bathroom, half humped over in an attempt to hide my hard-on pressing against my shorts.

I stood in the hallway, listening. I wanted to hear her get in the water. Then I knew she would be naked. The next part of my plan would take a lot of balls, but I was determined to go through with it. I went to my room and stripped down to just my underwear ( white briefs) and nervously went back down the hallway. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door and walked in, not even waiting for her to reply. I glanced at her in the tub and told her I REALLY had to use the bathroom and I hoped she didn't mind. She was making a mild attempt to cover herself (mostly with her hands down between her legs) but I got a great look at most of her naked body! I asked her again if she minded and she said no, but seemed a bit confused. The toilet was almost directly adjacent to the tub, and there was no way to use it without being seen. I turned around, facing the tub, and dropped my underwear, and my erection literally slapped against my stomach (I was nerdy, but can proudly say I had a pretty big penis for my age...). I quickly sat down and pushed my cock between my legs so she couldn't see it and sat there, pretending to take a crap. Linda was giggling and I asked her what was so funny and she said, 'your weiner'. It was going just as I had planned. I asked her what she meant and she said she had never seen an older boy's weiner, just her friends little brothers.

As she was talking I was looking directly into the tub. The tub ledge was too high so I couldn't see her pussy (damn!) but I could see her chest, which featured little bumps for tits and surprisingly big and puffy nipples. I acted nonchalant and told her boys and girls see each other naked all the time and its normal. I took some toilet paper and pretended to wipe my ass, then stood up, again exposing my erection to her. She giggled some more and I told her that if she wanted we could play 'naked games' when she got out of the tub. Her expression changed, and she seemed confused, but then she said OK and that she would be washed up in a minute. I told her to just dry off and come into my room and not to put her pajamas on yet.

I went into my room and realized I was trembling, badly. I paced for a minute to calm down, then laid on my bed, naked. Without warning Linda walked in, nude. She stood there for a second, hands covering her privates, and she was giggling still. She wanted to know what 'naked games' were, and I told her we could just hang around the house naked, or play a board game naked, or even play 'doctor'. She perked up at the idea of doctor and said it sounded fun, so I said OK I get to be the doctor first. I told her to lay on the bed and I would examine her. I was still trembling and my cock was SOOOOO hard, but I played it pretty cool. I pretended to check her heartbeat, and then had her go 'ahhhh' while I looked in her mouth, then I checked her reflexes. I then told her I had to check for lumps in her boobs and she laughed, and I proceeded to feel her up (best I could, not much to feel). She was staring at my cock almost the whole time. I then told her to lay back and I had to check her privates. Her vagina was hairless and very smooth. And the first I had ever seen; I had no idea what to do but I reached down and ran my finger along her slit which caused her to squeal and giggle even more. It felt awesome, and as Linda writhed on the bed her legs spread apart, causing her slit to open, revealing her pink insides just a bit. I moved my fingers around more and more, and noticed that she was wet down there (I had thought I made her pee, but realized months later that girls get wet when they are horny and excited). I continued to poke and probe for a minute, then announced that it was her turn to examine me.

I laid on my back, my erection standing proud and tall. Linda went through the same routine as me, but as she moved around my body it was hard for her to avoid touching my cock (which had a lot of pre-cum leaking out). Finally said she had to examine my privates, and I spread my legs slightly and told her (pretending) that my testicles hurt. I balanced them in my hand as I showed her, and she reached down and began to roll them around in her hand. I told her that it felt better when she did that, and that my penis hurt too and asked her to rub it. She was nervously laughing as she took hold of it, and began to tug it up and down. IT WAS THE BEST FEELING I EVER HAD! I told her to keep doing it because then the stuff would come out and it would feel all better and she wanted to know what I meant and I told her she would see, just keep rubbing it. As she did I reached behind her and began to feel her ass, and that sent me over the edge. My orgasm started with a solid stream of come that landed high up on my chest, and it caught Linda off guard. She pulled away and said, 'oh my god!' but I quickly resumed stroking myself, almost at the speed of light, and my orgasm continued as I sprayed several more ropes of semen up and all over my chest and belly, and a large pool of come formed on my skin between my thumb and forefinger.

I reached over to grab some tissues and began to clean up, and Linda literally had dozens of questions. We spent the better part of the evening talking about penises & vaginas (with our clothes on...), sperm, baby making, etc. I also reminded her repeatedly about it being our secret. Two more times we got together that summer to masturbate each other, and the last time she showed me where her clitoris was and I learned roughly how to flick it with my finger to make her feel really good.

I am 25 now and have only had one girlfriend in my life, and we had sex every night for about a month. She was pretty fat and not very pretty, but she loved sex so it was cool. I have discovered I am bi-sexual and like to jerk off and do oral with other guys, but prefer women if I can find one who will date


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"I'm burning for you"

You were distracted, that much was obvious. Your coworkers repeatedly complimented you on your 'glow', stating that you looked refreshed. A small rumor was going around about "good sex", but you ignored it. Even though it was true.

Your mind would occasionally wander to the note in your bag. You had already saved the number in your phone, but there was something special about the note. The message held a strong connection to you despite it being a ransom for your underwear. As of now, it served as your connection to Dabi. You hadn't called or texted yet, at first you thought it was a fake number.

It wasn't until he was absent from the club for a few nights did you push yourself to take action. One afternoon, you were leaving work and you decided to text the number. While you rode the train, you punched in a simple greeting and waited for a reply. Before you reached your stop, your phone buzzed with a reply.

<What took so long?>

You could hear the snark in his voice. You stepped off the train and leaned against the wall as you typed out your reply.

<I was busy, you could've asked for my number>

<Did you forget I have something of yours?> Dabi replied.

Right, the underwear. You had to work the rest of the night without panties. It wasn't so bad until cool air would blow, reminding you of the wetness between your legs. Part of you almost wanted to say fuck it and have him keep them. However, you suspected this was apart of the odd game you were playing with him. At no point have either of you talked about your weird relationship. You weren't together for more than an hour before it became a sexual encounter.

<So, how am I supposed to get them back?>

<Call in tonight, meet me at the park>

You followed Dabi's instructions and arrived at the park. You had contacted your friend and told her tonight was no good, she didn't mind. The sun was setting and it cast an orange glow on the park. You waited on a bench, most of the people were already leaving. Just before you were about to text Dabi to hurry up, a finger tapped on your shoulder. You tilted your head back and met familiar blue eyes.

"You look different out of work" he mused with a playful smirk. "You don't" you commented dryly. It was true, he appeared to wear the same kind of clothes each time you met. "You haven't complained yet" he sat down on the bench next to you. His arm draped around the back, disappearing behind the metal. "So, are you going to return my panties?" you blurted out. Dabi cocked a brow and tilted his head. "Straight to the point, it almost feels like you're trying to get rid of me" he teased.

"No, I just want my panties back" you played along. Dabi chuckled and brought his arm around your shoulders. He pulled you closer until your thigh was flush against his. Your shoulder brushed his and your hips bumped his. "Well, each time we meet, I spoil you too much" Dabi lectured with a sigh. You stared at him to continue, he was hinting at something. "So I had an idea, what if this time you showed me some attention?" he continued as he turned to you. While he was talking, his hand had hung over your shoulder and lowered to your breast. You felt him palm your breast through your blouse.

You sucked in air as his fingers pressed your nipple. Only two nights and he already knew where they were through your clothes. "That doesn't sound half bad right?" he leaned his head closer and kissed behind your ear. "D-dabi...there are people..." you shuddered as you raised your hands to his chest. You pushed him back enough to see his apathetic look. "I don't mind an audience" he grinned, grouping your breast roughly. You bit back a gasp and gave him a hard shove. "I. Do." you growled.

Dabi looked surprised for once, but only briefly. "Fine, follow me" he ordered as he released you. He stood up and walked over the grass and into the trees. You followed him quickly, making sure no one was watching. Dabi stood near a large tree, waiting for you to come closer. His arm grabbed your shoulder and pushed you against the tree. He kissed you roughly, causing you to relax your grip on your bag. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him close. You felt Dabi's hands rest on your waist. He tightened his grip and pushed you back.

"You have a nice mouth, I wonder if you know how to use it?" he mused. You swallowed, catching the drift of what he meant. You knelt down slowly, nervous about what he wanted from you. "Ah, pull up your shirt" he added in quickly. You hesitated before rolling your shirt up past your breasts. Dabi's eyes shined with interest as he examined your bra. "Lose the bra" he comanded, he was already palming himself through his pants. You slowly unhooked your bra. With shaky breaths, you let the article slip through your fingers and fall to the ground. Dabi whistled and walked closer, crouching slightly.

"Not bad, kinda cold out huh?" he smirked. He flicked one of your pert nipples to emphasize. You shivered against the tree, he was toying with you. "Play with yourself a bit, I gotta get ready" he lazily rubbed his cock through his pants, eyes on you. A bit distraught, you began playing with your breasts in front of Dabi. You mimicked movements you saw him do, you weren't familiar with doing this with an audience. Dabi let out a hum in interest, his eyes following your hands. You squeezed and pressed your breasts together, causing them to bounce around slightly. "Down there too, I want to watch you get wet" he interrupted your thoughts. You shimmied out of your jeans and slipped a hand into your panties.

At first, you rubbed along your folds. When you slipped a finger inside, you hear Dabi inhale sharply. "Yeah, just like that" he leaned in closer. His eyes were transfixed on the hand currently in your heat. You noticed him grow rougher with his movements. Saliva pooled in your mouth at the thought of Dabi's dick. Even from here, it looked like he had a good size. You slipped another finger inside and gasped. Dabi licked his lips and stood up.

"Alright, let's move on" he announced. He unzipped his pants and tugged his erect cock out. It bobbed in front of your face, standing painfully erect. You watched it twitch, the bulbous head burning an angry red. "As much as I like your admiration for my dick, I'd rather have your lips around it" Dabi cut in impatiently. He pressed his head against your lip, running the leaking head along your bottom lip. He tasted salty and bitter, something you hope you'd get used to.

You parted your lips slightly, taking a bit of the head inside your mouth. Dabi groaned as you took him in slowly. He was thick, you felt your mouth fill up quickly and you were only halfway down his length. You ran your tongue around the underside of him and pulled back. You sucked as you returned to the head. Your tongue drew small circles on the slit, lapping up the beads of pre-cum. "Damn, you're surprisingly good at this" Dabi threw his head back. You hummed out a response, causing him to groan as the vibrations hit his cock.

"Come on, a little faster" Dabi urged you. His hips jutted forward slightly, making his head come dangerously close to your throat. You sped up your movements, bobbing at a good pace. Your hand left your breasts and covered the rest of his dick. While he wasn't looking, you slipped a hand into his pants and fondled his balls. "Ha, ha, look at you" Dabi sighed leaning against the tree above you. His eyebrows were knitted together as he held back his release. He wanted to prolong it, it felt too good to stop.

You hollowed your cheeks and took him in deeper. Your jaw began to hurt, but you ignored it. Dabi's fingers tangled themselves in your hair. He tugged near your scalp, testing his grip. Suddenly, you felt him push in deeper. He pushed your head forward, making you take more of him in. You felt your throat spasm around him as he reached a depth you weren't prepared for. Your nose brushed up against the hairs at his base and the cool metal of the zipper tickled your cheeks. Tears stung at your eyes and it became harder to breathe. Dabit felt you slacken in his grip, urging him to release. He groaned loudly and stopped with his dick in your throat. Thick hot liquid flowed down your throat, causing you to swallow the odd substance.

Dabi pulled out slowly, watching your cheeks fill with his cum and you choke as you swallowed it. Your cheeks flushed red and you coughed as you tried to calm your body. The need for air made it hard, not to mention you were getting over his cum in your mouth. "Now that was what I was talking about" he praised you, his hand caressed your burning cheek while he looked down at you. He wouldn't admit it, but there was something captivating about you looking so helpless with trails of his cum on your lips. He felt something in his chest when he looked at you like this.

"Hey, you didn't touch yourself at all" he observed looking at you. By now, your panties were soaked but you had made no effort to get off. "No..." you said quietly, your throat still recovering. "I can't have that, come here" Dabi hooked his arms under yours and lifted you up on wobbly legs. He leaned you against the tree and plunged his fingers into your panties. You let out a shaky gasp and dug your nails into the wood behind you. "Wow, drenched again" Dabi pulled his fingers out and displayed them before you. He smirked as you shied away from it. "It's getting late, so let's not prolong this" he declared. He squatted down and hooked his fingers into the hem of your panties. He pulled them down, helping your legs through the holes. He spread your legs apart and buried his face between them.

"Dabi!" you hissed, tossing your head to the side. You could see a few couples walking around in the dim light from the lamps. "Shh, unless you want someone to see us?" Dabi hummed against your folds. His tongue licked up and down the expanse of your warm flesh. He left no edge unturned as his tongue neared your clit. He flicked his tongue against it a few times. You had to bite your lip to keep from crying out. "Man, you taste so good, I'm really am going to get addicted" he sighed against your heat. Dabi plunged his tongue into you, running his tongue along your walls. You inhaled sharply, producing a strained gasp.

"Did you say something?" you heard a man ask. You covered your mouth with your hand and glanced at Dabi. His eyes were staring directly at yours, challenging you to hold back your noises. He pulled back slightly, allowing you to see his tongue scoop your leaking fluid into his mouth. The subtle sliding of his throat and his exaggerated gulping did nothing to quell you. Dabi's fingers slid up your thighs. Groping your flesh roughly. When he felt your thighs tremble, he hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you onto his shoulders. His face was pressed against your crotch and he sucked hard. His fingers played with your clit and he slipped one in alongside his tongue.

You were practically crying at this point. Your frustration with being loud and your desire to release created an inner turmoil. "Just do it" Dabi muttered against you, teeth grazing your skin. You gave in and whined loudly against your hands, your body writhing on Dabi's shoulders. You panted as Dabi lowered you to the ground. He cleaned your excess fluids from your thighs and placed you gently. He pocketed your underwear, leaving you bare again. "Don't worry, they already left" he snickered as he gathered your clothes. "Can you walk?" he asked. You shook your head, truthfully you were still dizzy. "Put your shirt on at least" he tossed you the article while he crumpled up your bra. Dabi removed his coat and draped it over your legs.

Before you could ask, he lifted you bridal style and began carrying you. "Tell me where you live, we'll take the back ways" he explained. You were hesitant, but you complied. "No one will mess with us, at least not the smart ones" Dabi smirked. You didn't worry, something told you Dabi would protect you in some way.

You just hoped you'd get your panties back this time.


tagFetishLisa or Sarah

Lisa or Sarah

I already had already accepted a job in LA when I met Sarah during my last week in Vegas. We went out every night dancing and seeing shows. My last night in town was the best. She took me back to her place and we made out. I wanted to make love to her so badly but something held us back. Our shirts were off and I got to second base, but before we went any further we slowed down and started talking instead of petting. That I was leaving the next day weighed heavily on us I guess, and we didn't want to make commitments. The decision not to have sex with Sarah played on me for weeks as I made my new home in LA. Every so often I would find one of her long black hairs on a shirtsleeve or smell her perfume. We talked on the phone, but the physical distance created an emotional distance. Every night as I went to bed alone I thought about what could have been. Never pass up a chance for sex, you'll think about it forever.

After a month in LA, I met Lisa. She was a vendor, selling office supplies to our company. After our first meeting, she asked me out for a drink, and we hit it off from there. Coincidently, she was moving to Las Vegas to take a promotion in a regional office there. In a strange repetition of my experience with Sarah, Lisa and I went out every night of her last week in LA trying to get the most of our time together before Lisa left. Unlike with Sarah, Lisa and I never made out, but we certainly flirted. Somehow I thought that if I acted platonic, it would be platonic.

I called Sarah at night telling her about Lisa. Sarah said was happy for me, implying that I was having sex with Lisa. I laughed it off awkwardly saying that I wasn't getting any sex. Sarah seemed happy when I said good night and that she looked forward to meeting Lisa in Las Vegas.

I told Lisa about all my adventures in with Sarah in Vegas and that she should meet Sarah when she arrived. I got along so well with these women that I figured they could become friends. My experience with Sarah kept me from getting physical with Lisa, except for the last minute. When I took Lisa to the airport, she gave me a very passionate kiss goodbye. For many nights after that I dreamed about both Lisa and Sarah. Suppressing sexual desire only makes it stronger.

As soon as I could get some time off, I arranged a trip to Vegas. Sarah and Lisa were there to meet me at the airport. I found that they had indeed become great friends. Every night we went out to clubs and shows, talking, drinking and laughing like I had done with each of the girls individually. As I should have expected, I found myself really turned on by them both. I still had my sexual fantasies about Sarah and I wanted to follow up that kiss with Lisa. But as a trio, I never had an opportunity to get closer to one or the other. There was a very odd dynamic as both girls openly, and innocently, flirted with me. Would I tell one girl that I needed to be alone with the other? But which one? They were both so hot. It was impossible to decide. They didn't make it easy either.

Women are naturally very competitive. Very quickly they size each other up. Their choice of shoes, hours picking the right outfit, doing their hair and makeup are ostensibly done to attract men, but really guys could care less about the finer details. They mostly just want to see some curves. The real reason, I believe that women spend extra time on those details, is for the sake of other women, not to attract them, but in an unconscious way, to intimidate them. If two single women are going out to a club to meet some men or worse, if they know there will be competition to win the attention of a particular man, they take special care to look just right. Very quickly the competing women will size each other up, and most often they back down to the woman with right look. Even so, after women have presented themselves to each other, the verbal competition begins. It may be too late to go back and change into some other clothes after a woman sees another has beaten her in the appearance competition, but it's never too late to say something catty. Men have their own ways of sexually competing, but with women, it is both fierce and subtle. Of course, most women don't do this consciously, but rather biologically they are driven to compete, like all animals compete, to win the sexual affections of the opposite sex. The sense of sexual competition between Sarah and Lisa was palpable.

Sarah never talked about our week together and Lisa never talked about our kiss. I'm sure they had talked about me, and knew I had not had sex with either of them. Everything about their actions was subtly intended to get me to either pay more attention or belittle the other.

The major clue I had was that the hemlines on their dresses rose every night and their cleavage became more and more pronounced. They had conversations about not liking some kinds of clothes, perfumes and colors. I couldn't help notice that it was likely that when one girl said she didn't like something, like a perfume or color, it was probable the other girl owned it and wore it.

My last night in Vegas was the climax. We started out by going out to dinner at the restaurant in the casino I where I was staying. They showed up in the tiniest cocktail dresses. The men in the place couldn't take their eyes off these girls. Sarah and Lisa played it for all it was worth. All through dinner they snuggled up on either side of me rubbing their legs over mine and pushing their chests into my arms. They unnecessarily presented their cleavage to me at every opportunity. Whenever one talked the other would attempt to distract me. It was a clear battle for my attention.

Later on the dance floor the contest was much more pronounced. Lisa commented that our going out like this was like that TV show where they have competitive dating. Two girls go out with the same guy and he picks one at the end. She was right? Was I supposed to pick one of these girls at the end of the night? As all three of us danced together, they bumped hips to gain position in front of me. It looked playful, but a careful look at their faces revealed growing frustration and a real competitive zeal. As we danced, Lisa rolled herself into Sarah and they ended up butt to butt. They did this little wiggle step that looked almost choreographed; it was so sexy. They pressed their asses into each other hard. Lisa seemed to be forcing Sarah's dress up and Sarah scowled, as she had to grab the hem of her dress to keep it rising too high. Still back-to-back Sarah looked at me and asked, "Do you prefer women with large breasts like mine or smaller ones like Lisa's?"

Lisa bumped butt and Sarah stumbled forward. Then Lisa stepped in front of me presenting her wonderful cleavage saying, "I think she needs glasses."

We all stopped dancing as Lisa and Sarah turned to face each other. Their chests thrust out, we all looked down at the four breasts in front of us.

"A little more than a handful is about right," is all I could say in an awkward voice. This was all more than I could handle.

The Lisa pushed forward and thrust her chest right into Sarah. Lisa's boobs rammed right into Sarah's causing Sarah to stumble back as step. Sarah was taken back for a moment and brought her hands up to cover and defend her chest.

"See," Lisa said, "a wimpy little tits."

"Fuck you" Sarah said and bumped her boobs back into Lisa's.

Lisa's hands came up with claws out, but I recovered quickly to stop the impending catfight. People around the club were starting to at us.

"Let's take this upstairs." Sarah said.

"Fine" returned Lisa.

I was flabbergasted. My dick was so hard I couldn't walk straight. I didn't think what was going to happen next, but it involved two sexy girls talking about my opinion of their breasts.

Lisa grabbed my hand and raced me out of the dinning room to the elevator. Sarah followed in close pursuit. We entered the elevator and another woman came in behind us. Sarah turned to face this stranger, and must have given her a deathly look as the other woman backed out of the elevator with a frightened expression on her face. The ride up took forever as Lisa and Sarah stared each other down.

We walked to my room quietly; I opened the door and let the two girls go in. When I closed the door behind me, and turned around, I found Sarah and Lisa quietly and calmly pulling each other's hair out by the roots. Their faces were perfectly calm as if this was the most natural thing in the world to be doing. In fact, I could pick up a slight smile on their faces even though they were clearly enduring a lot of pain. I could see a fair amount of long blond hair falling on Lisa's shoulder and a clump of Sarah's dark hair fall to the ground.

My cock was still rock hard. In fact, the sight of these girls' straining and flexing bodies challenging each other was making me harder than I think I have ever been. My heart was racing. I thought I was going to have the threesome of my life. I envisioned the girls vying to get at my cock, not mixing it up in a vicious catfight.

But it was not a vicious catfight. This was slow, quiet and calculating. They exchanged cold stares while they grabbed two fists of the other girl's hair. Their dresses rose up to their hips, as they each took a wide stance to keep balance against the force of the other's hair pull. I couldn't help comparing their bodies. In their high heels and dresses that had risen way too high, I was transfixed, admiring their amazing strong shapely legs and round hard derrieres. The two dresses seemed to become even tighter, as their breasts tried to burst from their cleavage enhancing bras those lace was just barely visible. I was still thinking of their breast comparison argument on the dance floor, and was now sure there wasn't much difference in size there. These girls took very good care of their bodies and looked quiet similar. The only obvious difference was their hair and skin tone. Sarah was very fair skinned with dark black hair and Lisa was a "Santa Monica baby" with a tan color and beach blonde hair. Both girls had bright blue eyes that were locked in a devastating staring contest.

More and more hair was falling to the floor and on to their cleavage. Still they had what seemed like little smiles on their faces, even though they had strained looks in their eyes. Then it dawned on me, their smiles came from the pain they caused the other and sight of the loss of the other's hair. It was also clear to me they were making an effort to conceal their emotions behind a smile, not wanting to show any sign of weakness. Their smiles were a sign of confidence, a way of hiding emotion and a result of the genuine pleasure in recognizing a victory over the other. But after a few minutes of this quiet battle, the strain was obvious on their faces. First Lisa, then Sarah, closed her eyes.

I was frozen in my tracks. I realized that my hand was still on the door handle. As I released it, the door slammed shut. The sound jolted me as if from a dream. It felt like ear plugs were removed from my ears and my vision seemed to sharpen. I could hear the girls quietly saying to each other, "Bitch, slut, bitch, he's mine," as if they were having a calm conversation.

Lisa and Sarah had seemed like such nice fun loving women. Now they looked like two dominatrices battling for supremacy. I stepped forward towards them very uncertain what to do. I would have jumped in, and pulled them apart, if they were rolling on the floor, scratching and screaming. But this seemed like some kind of sexual ritual. I was completely frozen by hedonistic lust at this display that was so primal and animalistic.

As I stepped next to them, I could see their smiles were gone, and their eyes were watering. They had pulled out more hair than I had thought. I watched some of Sarah's dark hair float down and slide onto her smooth breast. Their cleavage was impressive, and I mentally kicked myself for looking at their tits instead of trying to stop this violent scene.

"Listen girls," I said. "Stop this."

Lisa's lips parted but she didn't speak. Her lips sparkled as she exhaled. Then I looked at Sarah's shiny lips. I wanted to kiss them both.

Suddenly they shifted positions, each girl opened her legs a little wider to get a better balance. Their high heels dug into the carpet. They were pulling each other's heads around by the hair, and probably trying to knock the other down with a pull. Their hemlines were now over their hips allowing me to see two stringy thongs, not doing a very good job of hiding the two pussies I had dreamed about these last months. This detail I did not miss, as I thought about these girls getting dressed earlier in the evening, preparing to go out with me for the night. They both chose to wear this kind of underwear for only one reason.

I couldn't help myself. I reached down with my left hand to touch Sarah's dampening thong. With my right hand I touched Lisa's pussy. They were both soaking wet and ready. I heard Lisa moan. I'm sure I found her clit. Then all hell broke loose. Their hands must have slipped. Or perhaps entire locks of hair were pulled from the scalp. But in an instant, as I massaged two engorged clitorises, there was a flurry of hands flying by my face. Lisa connected a terrific slap across Sarah's face and Sarah returned the sentiment with hard fist driven into Lisa's right breast. Lisa fell back on the bed and Sarah against the wall.

Lisa bounced on the bed and back to her high heels, lunging at Sarah. Their nails were out like daggers as they each caught each other's right hand with her left. They danced around the room like this for a moment, but couldn't keep balance. This was a catfight. They fell. Down on the floor their legs tangled and their breasts mashed together. With their first scream, I dove down between them and pushed them apart.

"That's enough!" I yelled.

They both sat on the floor looking at each other. They looked so sexy with wild hair and bosoms heaving. There was a bite mark on Sarah's left breast. Lisa was rubbing her groin where Sarah had sharply kneed Lisa's sex.

For a long time we all sat on the floor catching our breath. The sight of their cleavage barely held back by these lacey bras and exposed smooth sexy legs was too much. Their dresses were ripped open and falling off. And what was just a little water in the eyes had turned into quiet tears coming from both girls. This evening seemed ruined. My cock was still rock hard, but it was not going to get any pussy tonight. And most likely I had ruined even a chance at friendship, let alone any sexual relationship, with either of these hot girls in the future.

Lisa picked up a handful of Sarah's black hair from the floor and smirked at Sarah. Sarah reached up and touched her scalp from wear that hair came from.

"Bitch," Sarah said softly. "Get the fuck out of here, unless you want to watch me fuck my man."

"Not a chance, bitch. How about this: I slap the shit out of you, and sit there crying and watch while I fuck my man."

Slowly the girls stood up. I shot to my feet.

"Not like this!" I said. "There won't be anything left of you. And I'm not going to have sex with either of you if I'm taking one or both of you to the hospital."

"Well I'm not sharing you with her!"

"Neither am I."

Again we were quiet for a moment. Again I found myself checking out these two sexy fighters instead of working out a solution to this problem.

I was looking at Sarah's scratch on her bosom as she scolded me, "Why did you bring us up here if you didn't expect a catfight?"

I blinked and thought. I did not expect a catfight. Did I? I think I wanted a three-way, or some kinky competition for my attention to continue in the bedroom. But wait? "Expect a catfight," she had said; Sarah seemed to expect a catfight. From Sarah's tone it seemed like she wanted a catfight and I was the bad guy for stopping it.

"You thought you were going have a nice little threesome, huh?" Lisa said.

"I don't know what I thought." I honestly said. I explained that I had wanted to have sex with both of them ever since I had known them. I thought I would be lucky to have either of them. And now, with both of them fighting for me, I was out of my element. "I suppose I brought you up here to keep you making a scene down in the club downstairs. That was really sexy when you bumped your breasts together. I've been on sexual autopilot since then. I am such a breast man you know and that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

Lisa confidently pulled off what was left of her dress and stood there with her tiny thong and lacey push up bra.

"Now you know why they call those miracle bras." Sarah said looking at Lisa's intense cleavage.

Lisa raised her eyes and put her hands on her hips facing Sarah.

Sarah responded by pulling off her dress. She too had a lacey bra and tiny thong. She up fastened her bra and dropped it to the floor. Aside from the red mark on her left breast, her breasts were perfect.

"You should leave before you embarrass yourself, sweetie." Sarah said presenting her nice hard breasts.

Lisa replied by dropping her bra to the floor too. Sarah was overconfident. From my perspective, Lisa's breasts were outstanding, certainly just as impressive as Sarah's. Sarah placed her hands on her hips to match Lisa's pose, as they pointed their nipples as each other, inviting me to compare and pick the best.

I don't know how to measure women's chest sizes from just looking, but I am a breast man. Like I said on the dance floor, more than a handful is a waste. But I do like a handful, not too small and not too big. This sight was making me dizzy. They were inviting me to compare. What was I supposed to do? Bigger breasts are not better, and besides, there was no clear visual difference. These girls both had amazing bodies. They had nice round tits with what looked like rock hard nipples. Sarah's nipples were darker than Lisa's pink buttons. Lisa's beach body had no tan line, and Sarah's white skin had probably never seen the sun. The girls took pleasure in my gaze, as my head whipped from side to side from Lisa to Sarah and back. They posed and thrust out their chests knowing that I was comparing them.

Then breaking the spell, Lisa turned and picked up the phone.

"Room service, I'd like to order some champagne on ice." Lisa said giving a nasty look at Sarah, and then smiled at me. "Fine. Thanks."

Lisa looked at me and did a little shimmy making her chest a wiggle. Then Lisa looked at Sarah and walked right up to her. I sat up straight, ready to jump between them again. Sarah took a step forward to meet Lisa, and they glared at each other.

"So," Lisa said to Sarah without blinking. "You think your tits are better than mine, huh?"

"Most definitely." Sarah replied. "The breast man here thinks so too."

"Those soggy things?"

"Ha! Firmer and bigger than yours."

Now with the girls, just inches apart, standing nipple to nipple I could see that Sarah was overstating things. At this angle, it looked like Lisa might even be a bit bigger. Sarah's breasts were nice and round, while Lisa might be a bit pointier. But those were slight differences. I could never pick whose breasts I liked better. The word "firmer" echoed in my head.

Lisa used her forearms to squeeze her tits together and said, "Firmer than mine? Bull shit. Didn't you feel my breasts squish yours down there on the dance floor."

"In your dreams."

"You're afraid to finished what you started."

My mind went back to a few minutes earlier when Sarah and Lisa bumped boobs down on the dance floor.

Sarah and Lisa looked down at their nipples that were just inches apart. I could see the mark on Sarah's breast where Lisa bit it. And Sarah must have felt my gaze. We all three looked at the mark on Sarah's left breast.

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Masochist - text

Reach the pleasure from the pain,
stick your cock into pile of coals.
More your body will deceive,
the higher orgasm you'll receive.

Passout, this is the limit at last.
For testing your body you've gone way past.
Sicker the better, face formed in smile.
Swallow some cement and shit out concrete!

Observe the trends, get some new friends.
Cosmetic amputation is the thing.
If one wants she can get rid of her limbs.
How wonderful she's without her legs?

Obsessive need to disassemble yourself,
for sake of living in wrong body.
You have always felt you should be an amputee,
would you cut your head off and try to start from there?

Suffocate yourself, just for the vibes
Physical punishment, excitation rises!
Sexually addicted in hurting yourself.
Heartattack strikes when you masturbate with ice.

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The next day, curiosity got the better of me. I decided to venture up to the top floor, where Sarah and David often disappeared for their intimate moments. As I approached the slightly ajar door, I caught a glimpse of an entirely different setup from the rest of the house. There was a large bed, leather straps, hooks, and clamps hanging from the ceiling and walls. It was clear they had a dedicated space for their passionate escapades.

Intrigued but not wanting to intrude, I quickly retreated, my mind racing with thoughts of what they might be doing up there. That night, as the familiar sounds of their lovemaking echoed through the house, I couldn’t resist the temptation to find out more. I quietly made my way back up the stairs and slipped out onto the balcony that overlooked their room. From there, I had a perfect view inside.

What I saw made my heart race and my body tingle with anticipation. Sarah was bound to the bed with soft, silky ropes that wrapped around her wrists and ankles, holding her in place. Her back was arched, her breasts thrust forward, and her eyes were closed in ecstasy. David stood beside her, his hands roaming over her body, teasing her nipples and trailing down to her pussy.

He reached over and picked up a leather flogger, gently running it over Sarah’s skin, making her shiver. With a quick flick of his wrist, he brought it down on her inner thigh, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her lips. He continued to tease her, alternating between soft caresses…

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Daily Devotional for Saturday January 13, 2007

Pornography and Gambling Destroys Lives

(Psalms 19:12)

One of the blessings to come out of the financial mess the State of New Jersey was in a few months ago is that it has caused the state to suspend the lottery and shut down the 12 Atlantic City casinos which average $16 million a day in profits. Today, millions of men, women, and sadly young adults, are in bondage to gambling and/or pornography. We deal every single day with thousands of people all over the world who need the Lord's strength to be delivered from their bondage to gambling and/or pornography. If YOU are one of those people, it is no accident or coincidence God is allowing you to read this today. God is trying to speak to you before you destroy your life and the lives of those around you. If someone you love and care about is in bondage to gambling and/or pornography, please forward this Devotional to them. It could be the word to help them seek God for the strength to quit before it is too late!!!

Just 50 years ago, if you wanted to look at naked women in magazines you had to consciously and purposefully go out and find those few places that sold pornographic magazines. Even more difficult to find was pornographic movies. Again, you had to seek out those who sold X-rated movies for the projectors of that day. Did pornography exist 50 years ago? Absolutely! However, you had to go to great lengths to find the people who were selling it. It simply was not something you could easily purchase.

Just 50 years ago if you wanted to gamble you had three options. One, you could take a trip to this new place in the desert called Las Vegas. Vegas was in its infancy and had not yet become the gambling Mecca of the world it has evolved into. Two, you could find the local bookie who took sports bets, action on the "numbers" (now known as the Lottery), ran private casino games, and usually had some connections with organized crime since gambling was also illegal. Three, you could gamble with your friends. Did gambling exist 50 years ago? Absolutely! However, it was not something you could do without a real desire on your part. .

Please do not misunderstand me. Pornography and gambling DID exist 50 years ago. However, there was a clear stigma attached to those who looked at pornography and to those who gambled. It was understood in our culture and society that pornography and gambling were NOT acceptable things for a person to participate in. Sadly, in my short lifetime of only 48 years, I have watched that stigma attached to pornography and gambling removed to the point now, in the year 2007, it is perfectly acceptable in our culture and society today to view pornography and to gamble.

While both industries in the past catered to a very small percentage of our society and were part of the underground economy primarily run by organized crime, today, porn and gambling are both mainstream multi-billion dollar a year industries marketed to society as a whole and no longer controlled by crime bosses but by CEO's of publicly traded corporations.

Today, pornography is easily purchased at your local bookstore, drugstore, or 7-11. You can go to your local video store and rent movies for children in one section, and go to another section and rent movies depicting every kind of sexual act you can imagine. If you want to gamble, just stop at any gas station and after you purchase your gas, play the lottery. If a lottery ticket is too tame, treat yourself to a night out of gambling at the local riverboat casino or Indian reservation. Of course, you can always go to Vegas, Reno, Tahoe, or Atlantic City where gambling is glorified. Pornography and gambling is boldly, aggressively, and visibly marketed and advertised to the general public today just like any other product or service is.

The reason I am addressing this is due to the fact that because of the explosion and now mainstream acceptance of porn and gambling, there is also an explosion in the number of people who have become addicted and living in bondage to porn and/or gambling. A big misconception is that these are problems faced only by men. I can assure you that there is an equal amount of women in bondage to pornography and gambling as men.

What has exacerbated the number of people living in bondage to porn and/or gambling has been the COMPUTER. Even with the mainstream acceptance in our society today of porn and gambling, it has been the computer that has added billions of dollars a year in revenues to these two industries

Why? Simple. You no longer have to leave your home to look at porn or to gamble. You can do it in the comfort and ANONYMITY of your home or office and nobody will ever know. Nobody has to see you at the local bookstore buying Playboy magazine. Nobody has to see you in the local video store renting an X-rated video. Nobody has to see you buying a lottery ticket. Nobody has to see you in the local casino. No, you can sit in the privacy of your home or office, turn on your computer literally 24/7, and access all the porn you want in seconds or bet on anything from sports to horses to when Britney will have a baby. Nobody sees you, nobody knows, or so you think.

Before I bring this message home I want to say something. I realize that companies are in business to make money and that the bottom line is their only god. However, it is men of flesh and blood who run these corporations and make the decisions, and it is these same men who will die one day and stand before God and answer for their lives. The most viewed sites on the Internet by a HUGE margin are porn sites. The greatest two streams of revenue on the Internet are from pornography and gambling. It has been reported that over 1/3 of the high speed Internet lines installed in the past year were installed for the purpose of being able to view pornography faster.

AOL and YAHOO are both publicly traded corporations. I can assure you today that if AOL and YAHOO shut down all of their "adult" sections, their revenues would decrease by half if not more! They have created "communities" that are ideal for those who are looking for sex via multiple and anonymous email addresses, adult chatrooms, instant messaging, and very inexpensive live audio and video applications. Millions of their subscribers are using these "adult sections" daily and they know it! Obviously there are ADULT ONLY sites that offer these same perverse opportunities, but I mention AOL and YAHOO since they are the two biggest, they are publicly traded companies, and they do not advertise themselves as ADULT ONLY but as "family friendly."

Listen, I am well aware that those who built the Internet did not build it for the purpose of pornography and gambling. Sadly, like all things, satan has used the Internet for his perverted goal to "kill, steal, and destroy." I also am aware that those companies who sell high speed connections do not market their product as ways to view porn faster, again, that has simply been a perverted use of their product. I am also aware that AOL and YAHOO did not start out to be conduits for porn, though they have willingly allowed themselves to be used by their members for that purpose and due to the incredible amounts of revenues they derive from offering "adult areas," have no motivation to do anything about it.

50 years ago it was easier to make the right choices. We lived in a culture and society that called sin sin. Looking at pornography, gambling, were called what they were, sin. Sadly, today porn and gambling are no longer called sin by our society, they are called "businesses." They are marketed and sold to the public like any other business, and run by men and women who have allowed money to take the place of their conscience. They are not going to change what they do. As a mater of fact, they will only get bolder and more aggressive in marketing and selling their "businesses" to the masses, not caring that they are bringing death and destruction to millions of lives.

It ultimately comes back to the fact each person who has choices to make. YOU HAVE THE CHOICE TO LOOK AT PORN OR NOT LOOK AT PORN. YOU HAVE THE CHOICE TO GAMBLE OR NOT GAMBLE. Being an Internet Ministry, we obviously deal with people who are part of the Internet world. Over these past 89+ months, I have dealt daily with the very real lives that have been damaged and destroyed by porn and gambling, especially over the Internet. I can't even begin to tell you the number of suicides, broken marriages, destroyed relationships with children, legal and financial problems I have dealt with directly caused by pornography and gambling. Real lives left in a wake of destruction caused by pornography and gambling.

I love you and care about you so much. I stated above that people look at porn and gamble on the Internet in private and in anonymity and they think nobody knows. Don't forget that if you gamble online you have to set up an account at some offshore sports business and they know who you are. If you look at pornography on the Internet, despite all of the "free porn," it is only a matter of time before you start to purchase porn and those you buy it from know who you are. But most of all, GOD KNOWS! There is nothing that you do in secret because God sees everything you do. You can hide what you do from your spouse, from your children, from your boss, from your pastor, but you can't hide what you do from God.

I realize this is hitting home with many of you. Nobody knows about the bondage you are in to porn and/or gambling but God. Let it be a special tap on the shoulder from God that NOW is the time to deal with this issue in your life. It isn't going to change until YOU decide to change. The first step is admitting you have a problem. Once you admit you have a problem with porn and/or gambling, then you have to deal with it. YOU CAN'T DO IT ALONE OR YOU ALREADY WOULD HAVE!

You need someone you can be accountable to on a daily basis. You can't win this battle alone, you need someone to stand with you and to hold you accountable. You need the strength that you can only get from God. That comes from your daily relationship through prayer and the Word, from being in church, and finding ways to serve the Lord. All of these things working together will give you the hope and strength each day to walk in His victory. God is still a God of deliverance, and He can deliver you today from your bondage to pornography and/or gambling!

Since this is such an incredible problem so many face, this Friday I will be spending several hours praying for those in this bondage to pornography and gambling. I will be praying for those people fighting this sin in their life and believing God to touch their hearts, bring them under conviction, and help them to have the courage to take the steps necessary to walk away from this sin and live a victorious life. Pornography and gambling destroys lives, God has come to rescue YOU before they destroy yours!!!


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Each and every person has some imaginary ideas of what they would want to do when they engage in intimacy with their partners. These fantasies may not come to be achieved since one may not be bold enough to engage in them and also the fantasies may be suppressed by one being in denial. In various places, there are a number of companies that have a clear understanding of these fantasies that partners have and ensure that they get the right equipment that they can use to fulfil their sexual longings and desires. One can get the right equipment that can enable them to meet their desires to satisfaction which will leave the partners fulfilled having met their desires during intimacy.

This equipment that would play a great role in enhancing the satisfaction of one fantasies usually referred to as fetish furniture. With this equipment, it leads to some obsession where one wishes to engage in newer activities every time. This fetish furniture is usually made in a way that they are able to meet the desires and the taste of the partners. It is also possible for one to make a request on a suitable furniture that is unique to meet their needs when getting intimate with their partners. Once the parties get the custom fetish furniture, their lovemaking usually moves to a new level and unimaginable pleasures.

A bondage horse is one of the items used in meeting one’s fantasies. These items allow partners to experiment on new positions and styles as well as enhancing the penetration during lovemaking. There are other toys that can be used together with these items to enhance intimacy such as handcuffs, silky ties, tethers, and blindfolds among others. Interruptions are usually avoided by ensuring that suitable materials and items have been used during their manufacture for better services. When using these items, one of the parties is usually the dominant one while the other one is submissive to the other. It is the dominant party that does all the activities and fantasies discussed to enhance pleasure and satisfaction in them.

Intimacy usually improves when partners are able to do their fantasies and this is likely to lead to strengthened relationships. Relationships usually grow stronger and healthier with enhanced intimacy as the couple is able to meet their desires through trying new positions and styles during lovemaking which enables them to hit the secret spots leading to enhanced pleasure and satisfaction. These items can also be easily stored by folding it while others are used for other purposes such as flower pot holders.

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