I couldn’t get him out of my head. He lived there, on a near constant basis lately. The first person I wanted to tell when something good, bad, or indifferent happened was always him. I felt like that earned him something special, something nobody else would be likely to do for him… But I didn’t want to spoil this surprise. This was too good. 

I’d casually mentioned the idea of bringing a third into our play, and he was interested. That conversation had fizzled in the midst of everyday chatter, but I’d been working on it in the background since the idea came up. Granted, what I wanted was to finally live out my two-men fantasy, but what he wanted was two women. I figured if I could make his fantasy happen, he’d make mine happen too. 

Insert: Nova. She was stunning. Her name meant star, and she looked the part. Legs for days that she liked to show off, a perfectly round ass, tits that could make you cry, and perfectly straight long dark hair that looked like an oil slick the way the colors blended together. She was decorated all over with the most intricate tattoos and a few perfectly placed piercings meant to excite. Nova was like a walking sex toy who exuded the most pulse-racing energy. She was born to be our third. 

I picked Nova up and went over the details, her limits, and confirmed the only thing she’d be calling him is sir. We were going to surprise him on our date later. He didn’t know I’d found Nova, or convinced her to join us for the evening… maybe more than once. Nothing about this screamed future, but if it went well, why the fuck not? 

I wanted to surprise him, but not kill him… eh, fuck it. He’s already gonna lose it when he figures out my plan might as well go full bore. I threw on my black lace balconette bra and matching boy shorts under a fishnet shirt and black leather waist cincher. Heavy dark eyes, blood red lips, bright hair rolling over my shoulders, black leggings, and black stripper heels completed the look. I was ready for tonight. Nova was dressed to match in knee high heeled boots, black fishnet stockings, a miniskirt that barely covered her ass, and a v-neck half shirt that looked like it was painted onto her body.

We pulled up to his place and headed up to the door. Texting him, I kept it innocuous, “Babe I’m here and I brought you a present.” 

“You didn’t have to do that. But I’ll be right down.”

“I know I know. It’s never about what I have to do, it’s about what I want to do. I’ll be here.”

I could hear him coming down the stairs, my anticipation rising higher than ever. Was this a good idea, springing someone on him? Was this gonna work? Is he gonna be happy about it, or upset? So many thoughts went racing through my head but they all went blank as I saw him open the door.

“Hey babe. So. I told you I brought you a present, here she is. Meet Nova.” 

He looked from me to Nova and back again, stunned, eyes widening with understanding. Both women were dressed to fuck, and damn his girl had taste. This chick was fucking stunning and she certainly looked like she knew how to have a good time.

“Huh. Hi Nova. Hun, what are you doing?”

“’ll explain everything upstairs. It’s just a bit chilly out here right now…”

“Oh. Yeah. It’s open.”

“Come on Nova,” I said, grabbing her hand. On the way inside I leaned in for a quick kiss, and the look on his face was exactly what I’d been hoping for when I planned this. Lit up with excitement and anticipation, his eyes were practically glowing. Ecstatic that he was happy, I led Nova upstairs.

Now this could go one of two ways, and I wasn’t sure which way it would go tonight. Was he going to want to see us put on a show, or was he going to jump in and let us spoil him the way I’d intended. I’d be happy either way, as long as he’s happy.

I led Nova inside his apartment and let her take in her surroundings. Tossing both of our coats on a chair, I pulled Nova in close kissing her. We both turned toward the door when we heard it lock to see him with his eyes full of desire. 

“So, babe. I said I’d explain…” I was cut off when he pushed me against the wall by my throat and kissed me, fiercely. 

“I don’t really think I need an explanation, do I?”

Gasping at the force, my body lighting up as it always does under his touch, “Need? Maybe not. But I’d like to if you’ll let me.”

Kissing me again, he lowered his hand from my throat and placed it on my waist. “Ok, explain.”

“She’s yours to do with as you wish. For tonight, maybe longer if this works out. Her limits are the same as mine, but for tonight if you want, you can drop the one soft limit I have that we’ve been working on. For me, not her.”

Turning to Nova after inhaling sharply, he said, “Is what my girl said true? Anything I want within those limits?”

“Of course it’s true. She told me all about the two of you and I had to see whether or not it was real. I’ve heard stories of how hot you two get and I wanted a part of that. So yes, you can do whatever you want with me, within what I’ve already laid out. She said my limits are the same as hers, so I trust you because she does… sir.”

Nodding he grabbed Nova and dragged her over to him, kissing her fiercely as well he leaned in and said, “Then kiss her. Show me what you want to be doing right now” before stepping away from us. Nova was incredibly receptive to being commanded, you could see a fire starting to burn in her as she leaned down and kissed me. Hard, passionately, enough to take our breath away. 

We fell into each other, holding each other close, hands roaming over one another. The passion in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. I could feel him watching, the intensity in his stare, and I wondered when he was going to jump in. 

Breaking the kiss I looked at him, watched him watching us, then grabbed Nova and led her to the bed. Sitting down, I looked up at our toy and said, “Strip for us. Then strip both of us.” Glancing up at him I realized he’d followed us… reaching up I grabbed his hand and brought him to sit down with me on the bed. Leaning into him I nibbled his neck, my hand finding its way down his chest and stomach before running a finger just inside the band of his jeans. My eyes never left the striking beauty in front of us.

Nova shimmied out of her top, her voluptuous breasts bouncing as she did. Next she wiggled out of her miniskirt, leaving her standing in a beautiful matching bra and thong set, and fishnets. I could feel how hard he was getting, and I could feel the wetness pooling on me as well. The fishnets were next to go, showing off her long legs with their beautiful lace ink. 

“Come here. I want a closer look when you take the rest of that off,” I said, eyeing the beautiful woman that stood before us. Nova took a few steps closer and unhitched her bra. God those tits really could make you cry the way they bounced so perfectly when set free. Her small dark nipples perked up, a combination of the cool air and obvious excitement. The wet spot on her panties was becoming evident, apparently she enjoyed being told what to do as much as she enjoyed showing off. 

He reached up and pulled Nova into his lap. “That’s better.” He said as he hooked one finger along her panty line and pulled them off of her. “Now strip her first, and lay her down on the bed.”

Leaning in, Nova kissed him before reaching over and showing off her nimble fingers, making quick work of the cincher. Pulling the net top off, Nova paused a minute to admire the lace detailing before setting my perky tits free of their confines. Obviously aroused my ample chest was tipped with pebble-like nipples, begging for someone’s touch. Nova leaned over biting each one in turn, pinching and twisting the other to make sure they stayed hard before climbing off of his lap and onto her knees. She kissed her way down my body, grabbing both the leggings and panties and tugging them off together.

He leaned over as Nova was on her knees and bit her neck, hard enough to make her gasp, before turning his attention to me. Biting my breast, he marked me again, and a deep sensual moan escaped my lips. “To thank you for your generous gift, you’re going to put on a show for me,” he said. He reached down and grabbed Nova’s hand, pulling her up. “Lay her down, and strap her in. I’ll tell you what she likes and you’ll do what I say if you want to be rewarded.”

He stood up, still fully clothed. “Nova, what did I say? I said strip us both, and he is still annoyingly dressed,” I said. Turning around, she made quick work of his shirt, stopping to admire his beautiful art and interestingly placed metal. She managed his buckle quickly too, you could tell she was ready to go no matter where this night took her. Slipping his pants and boxers off, you could hear her gasp as she got her first view of his perfectly hard cock. “Oh. Oh you didn’t mention that. Jesus,” Nova said, glancing back to me as she took the sight of him in all his glory in. “I couldn’t give away all the secrets, now could I?”

Before attending to her, Nova had to touch him. She couldn’t help herself, he looked so stunning, and that commanding presence… his girl was not lying when she explained how he was.  She gripped his length, despite what she’d been told to do.

“What are you doing? I said put on a show for me, I didn’t say touch me,” he said as he bent her over and smacked her ass, hard. Nova gasped, letting the sting wash over her, as she stuttered, “I… I’m sorry, sir. I couldn’t resist, you look so delicious.” 

“Do what you’re told, be a good little slut and you’ll get to feel all of this. Don’t, and you’ll never know what it’s like.”

That was enough for her. Nova understood why this woman would be willing to share him, she knew she’d do anything for him if he was hers and she imagined they both felt the same way. Turning her attention on the woman in front of her, taking in the sight of her curves, a slight smile reached her lips. “How should I strap her in?”

“Face down, ass up. You’re going to treat her like a proper whore tonight for making this situation possible.” 

I smiled, flipping over to make the straps easier to fasten. Laying prone on the bed, I wondered just exactly I was in for tonight. I haven’t seen him quite this forceful in a while, and it made every fiber of my being light up. My deep desire to please was ignited and yet I knew he was gonna make me lay there and take it. Nova reached over and strapped me in, her soft tits brushing against my naked back as she did.

He handed Nova something, whispered something in her ear, and then suddenly the world went dark. I had no idea he had a blindfold in there, but I was here for it. My breathing hitched as I felt soft leather running over my skin.

The kiss of leather touched my ass and thighs. I gasped, trying to figure out which toy they were using on me now. Another slap and I could feel the individual lengths of leather caress my ass. The flogger, he had started with my favorite one. 

Each time the flogger landed on my pale skin I moaned deeply. Already soaking wet I was nearing flat out desperation to be touched. Uncertain fingers reached between my legs, softly swirling my hardened clit, making me jump and gasp. “Mmmm fuck,” the only words I could manage.

I could hear him walk up behind Nova, and the gasp that she made. I could only imagine what he was doing to her as a deep guttural sound escaped her. I could feel his strong, sure hands guiding Nova’s. First showing her exactly how I liked my clit stroked, before plunging several of his own fingers into my warm, waiting pussy. 

“Oh gooooodddddd, mmmm, yesssss,” I said, my back instinctively arching to give him better access. 

“Nova, go sit in front of her. I want to watch her lick you while I fuck her.”

Nova did as she was told, sitting on the bed, tucking her legs under me, and placed her warm wet center immediately in front of my face. “Lick her to my rhythm,” he said as he suddenly entered me, stretching me out and filling me all the way up.

Gasping, surrounded by sensuality and sex I inched forward enough to taste Nova. Taking one long lick along her slit I savored her salty sweet flavor. He pulled out slowly giving me a chance to recover and I tasted our beautiful toy again. “You taste so good,” I whimpered as I dove back in for more. 

Licking her drenched folds, I stopped to swirl her hardened bud before gently sucking it into my mouth. Nova’s gasp egged me on, while he set the pace pressing in and pulling out of me. Each time he pulled out, I swirled my tongue. Each time he pressed in, I bit down gently. Soon I moved lower, lapping at Nova’s soaked hole. My tongue pressing in and out to the punishing pace he drilled me with.

Nova gasped, shaking to the pace at which she was being pleasured. But she had nothing on me. I was so close to the edge, my whimpers matched the quaking of my body. He read me like a book, reaching around he swirled my clit, gathering moisture, before plunging a finger inside my tight ass. 

“Cum for me, slut. Give it up for me. Now.” 

The combination of his command and the onslaught of touch tipped me over the edge. My whole body clenched, pulling him deeper inside of me, and Nova pushed my head down into her lap to encourage me to keep licking. “Don’t stop please don’t stop please I’m so close!”

He reached up and pulled my hair, hard, to make me stop.

“Nova, you don’t get to beg. You get what you’re allowed and now that you’ve asked for it, you’re not going to get what you want for a while,” he said before ruthlessly ramming into me, taking the last vestiges of my orgasm with him.

Pulling out of me, he left me feeling empty, and cold. “Nova, come here and kneel where I was,” he said. Wiggling out from under me, her frustration palpable, she did as she was told. 

Nova gasped, then screamed “ohhhhhh my god fuck fuck fuck please” and I could tell he’d slammed himself home inside of her. I’d recognize that sound anywhere, the first time he fills you up the only thing you can think about is how much you want more.

“Take off her blindfold. I want her to see me fucking you. Then come kneel on the floor so she can watch.”

Suddenly I could see again, still tied to the bed, I watched Nova get on all fours next to the bed with my man behind her. “I’m going to fuck you, but you’re not allowed to cum. Not until you’re told. Do you understand?”

“Y…yes, sir,” Nova managed to stammer before he took her from behind. Watching my man take another woman lit some kind of fire inside of me, but I couldn’t help but love the looks of dominance and pleasure I was being allowed to see. He handed Nova a paddle, “spank her while I fuck you.”

Nova visibly shuddered trying to lift her arm high enough, and her first slap of the paddle was weak. He was not impressed, stopping his movements immediately. “I said, spank her. That was not a spanking. This is.” He took the paddle and unleashed a series of slaps along my already red ass. Gasping with each hard slap, I loved how he handled my body and how well he knew my threshold for pain and pleasure.

“Do you hear that sound, that slap, and her gasp? That’s what I want to hear. Every time.”

Nova rallied, gathering her strength, as she mimicked what he’d done. My gasps slowly turned to screams which turned to deep moans of delight. The happier I sounded, the faster he took Nova, her panting becoming increasingly loud and desperate. 

Nova whined as he pulled all the way out of her just as she was about to peak. “Crawl under her, Nova. You’re going to lick her wet, hot pussy while I fuck her. And she’s going to lick you. If I hear her orgasm from what you’re doing, I’ll let you cum too.”

Desperate for release, Nova complied. Crawling on the bed under me, she positioned her head and body so we could both do what we were told. Both of us gasped as the other started licking and sucking, but I was not prepared for what he had in mind.

“Are you sure about that limit tonight babe?”

“Mmmm whatever you want is yours tonight. Yes, I’m sure.”

He sidled up behind me, eating my ass to get me nice and wet. My whimpers sent shockwaves through both women, but when he kneeled behind me and started pressing his massive cock inside of my tightest hole I stopped breathing. I stopped moving. My clit still being licked and sucked helped, but he was sooooooo big I was having a very hard time taking him in. He was gentle, pressing in slowly, giving me a chance to adjust to the sensation. “Fuck. Goddamn you’re so tight. So fucking tight. I fucking love your body.”

Soon he was buried inside of me, Nova never stopped her assault on my clit, and I was able to start breathing again. Leaning down I lapped at Nova’s wetness as he started moving again. Nova started shaking, clearly over stimulated and in absolute need of release, and I heard myself getting louder. The more he moved inside me, the more I wanted more. I wanted him in any way I could get him, and it just didn’t matter anymore. I backed up into him, matching his pace. 

“Mmm fuck you make me wanna cum so badly baby. I’m gonna fill you and make her clean you off. And Nova, if she cums, you can too.” With that he set a punishing pace, chasing his own orgasm as Nova and I kept increasing our swirling. Both desperate to cum and both exhausted. He found his release, panting loudly and grunting as he pushed all the way into me. I always loved knowing I could cause that reaction in him, and being so full and so stimulated it was enough to send me over the edge. Almost as if on cue Nova came with us, finally able to reach her bliss.

He pulled out slowly, watching my body shake with the emptiness, and he reached up to release the binds. Nova crawled out from under me, letting me collapse onto the mattress in exhaustion. 

“Lick her clean. Then lay down next to her.”

You could see Nova blush at the request but she’d learned punishment was not something she wanted to endure again. So she knelt beside me spreading my cheeks and licked his cum from my ass. “Ok ok enough. I need a break,” I said and Nova stopped, moving to lay down as she’d been told to.

He laid down between us, taking one of us in each arm, and kissed me on my forehead. “Thank you for this,” he said, “now relax, and sleep.”

It was hot, muggy, bordering on outright unbearable. The kind of weather that really only means a few things… Looking across the table at my sexy Latin lover, I knew just exactly which one he was thinking about.

Leaning forward just a bit, I knew how much he loved the swell of my full breasts beneath my sweat-dampened shirt. It’s always fun pretending to notice when he isn’t looking, letting him think that I don’t already know what’s coming next… letting him think that it’s all his idea and not just the next step in my plans.

Lifting my eyes seductively, just barely peeking out from beneath my eyelashes, I watched as his eyes filled with lust then with a primal need so deep it tightened every muscle of my body in anticipation. God damn, that man can do anything he wants to me when he gets that look… I’ve never seen something so sexy in all my lifetime. The passion that flows off of his skin makes the air shimmer, my skin tingle, and my mind race with every possible imagined action we might take together.

Sipping my margarita softly from my straw, I decided it was time. It didn’t take long with him. The way he plays my body like a well oiled machine makes me desperate to have him, rather than intent on playing my normal games. Swallowing hard I managed to breathily whisper, “Hey baby, it’s starting to rain… wanna…” before his lips were pressed hard enough against mine to bruise.

Lifting me off my chair, those strong muscular arms holding me by my trembling ass, I barely notice that I dropped my glass. Some small part of me had to chuckle, knowing that I’d be punished for the alcohol abuse just as much as I would for the teasing looks and gestures. But he only offers the best kind of punishment. I could feel him walking, but like always, I was losing myself to the passion we created. 

Our breathing quickened, matching pace with each other, with the beating of our hearts, and the throbbing in all of our most sensitive places. Somehow he managed to keep focused enough to walk us outside into that sweet summer rain we both love so much. The feel of the water washing over our faces, teasing my lips with that cool wet sensation mingling with the fiery heat of our kisses. There’s nothing quite like fucking in the cool summer rain… I’m just glad he feels the same way.

Biting, nibbling, sucking, probing, our teeth and tongues and lips dancing and fighting for control. Not one man has ever been able to keep pace with me, no one except my fine Spanish man. I could feel the primal needs growing, the deep rumbling growl as it started to escape my lips. That one sound was all it took for him to lose himself completely to the moment. Crushing my body to his, hard enough to take my breath away, I could feel all the tension melting from my muscles in preparation for this prophetic moment.

His lips broke from mine, allowing me just a moment to catch my breath before I could feel his teeth grazing my skin, teasing, making me wait and tense, getting ready to feel him bite down hard. Alternating nips, kisses and lengthy licks along my neck made me whimper, damn near begging for him to finish what he started. The first whimper broke free, his clue to bite with a nearly brutal force. 

“Fuuuuuuck… God damn baby… took you long enough…” 

His eyes lit up with a mischievous spark that meant I was in for one hell of a ride. Setting me down on the picnic table in the back yard, he worked his way down my torso, ripping the buttons off of my top with his teeth. The shivering started low in my gut, like it always did with him, working its way up making my every inch tingle with anticipation. I knew where this was going, he’s got an oral fixation that rivals my own… and good god DAMN you couldn’t pay me enough to tell him to stop. 

He didn’t even bother to take my skirt off, just pulled my panties off and tossed them to the ground. Not even speaking a word to me, he attacked my quivering pussy with vigor. His tongue dancing and doing tricks that I don’t even think an acrobat would attempt, it never takes long for him to bring me over that rigid edge of ecstasy. My whole body shaking hard enough to rock the table, he just keeps on licking… holding my legs tightly down so I can’t even try to wriggle away.

“Fuck. God. FUCK. Jesus! God DAMN. FUUUUUUCK…”

The more I scream, whimper, whine, wriggle, and try to break free the harder and more forceful he becomes. I’m convinced, as always, that he’s trying to drive me absolutely mad… forcing orgasm after orgasm but never once putting even one single finger deep within me. Fulfilling me, yet refusing to fill me the way that I so desperately NEED him to.

“Baby… please… please… PLEASE…” I almost unintelligibly scream. “Please fuck me. Please. I can’t TAKE this anymore. PLEASE just fuck me. God DAMN.” Panting, breathing harder than I knew was possible, I tried like hell to make and maintain eye contact so he could see just how serious I was… but as soon as I looked into his eyes, he forced his long, thick finger deep inside me, flicking my every button with the expertise of a professional musician. 

Within seconds my eyes rolled back into my head, and out broke the deepest, throatiest, most desperate scream I’ve ever uttered. My whole body shook with the pleasure, the unexpected pain, the smell of the rain and the feel of the table against my bare bottom. He let the pressure on my legs up just long enough for me to launch myself, his finger still inside me, into his chest – letting my teeth bite deeply into his skin, my nails raking along his thick back. I couldn’t help myself, I needed to be fucked, and I was ready to fuck whatever body part I could find on him. 

Pumping myself up and down on his finger, my teeth and lips and tongue trailing marks of passion and pain all over his handsome, permanently tanned skin. Little red welts breaking out where ever I touched him, marks of the pure passion he inspires within me. His little whimpers, gasps, and low shouts encourage me more and more, knowing he’s about to break out into Spanish makes me work harder on his finger and to bring more of those ungodly sexy sounds.

I never understood what he said, but good god damn it didn’t matter. It was sex. That sound, knowing that he’s so far gone that he can’t even think beyond base instinct, drives me absolutely insane. Mustering up the strength to control myself, if only for a minute, I break free of his hand, forcing him down onto the soft wet ground. Tearing at his skin, fighting with his belt, zipper and button, I become ever more intent on feeling his cock buried to the hilt deep within my waiting sheath. 

He’s harder than a rock when I finally manage to break him free of his fabric confines, his dick bouncing to life with a force unmatched. I want to tease him, to play, to make him feel as good as he ALWAYS makes me feel, but I just can’t. I need to feel him. I need to fuck him. I need this more than I need air to breath or water to drink. I NEED him inside of me.

Looking up from his waist line where I was licking softly, nibbling gently, then biting and sucking harder than hell to contrast it all I could see his desire for me to suck him. I know how much he loves my mouth, the things that I can do that no one else can. How I can take him so deep within my mouth, my throat, that all he can do is whisper one sexy, “Aye…”

But I just CAN’T right now. I need this. Badly. So very badly. God damn, I hate feeling this selfish, I mean, it isn’t just him that gets off on the feeling of his head pounding the back of my throat… but more foreplay really might just kill me. It really might! But, because I’m already so close, and he’s so very hard, I close my mouth around his head, pushing down with an unexpected speed, filling my throat with the hot flesh that is my lover. 

Pumping up and down inside my mouth a few times, the saliva dripping out of my mouth while my wet pussy drips onto the ground, I can feel his body contract. Not willing to have him cum, not yet, I stopped short, biting my way back up the tender flesh of his stomach, chest, neck and ears. Those ears, they make him putty in my hands, make him throb harder to life, make him as desperate as he makes me. 

Slipping one leg around each of his hips, I start to slowly rotate my wet core around his throbbingly hard dick. Slipping just the head inside, keeping all my wits about me so that I don’t rush this. The feeling of him and I finally becoming one is one that needs to be cherished, every time, and never rushed. Although I could see him coming back to his senses the more I teased. The more I circled, but went no deeper, teasing the both of us to within an inch of our sanity, I could feel his hands creeping up my legs, and thighs, grabbing my hips his hands strong enough to leave marks behind.

Suddenly, without warning, I was on my back. The soft newly grown grass tickling my nether regions as he slammed himself home. Hard, fast, desperate, he was acting the way I felt. In a record short time I was screaming in pleasure again. Shaking, almost in tears from how absolutely amazing this all felt, how surreal the scene, the sensations compiling and compounding to a level no sane human can handle.

The look on his face was enough to tell that no matter how much his body wanted to let go, he wasn’t ready yet… and wasn’t going to be any time soon. It felt like hours passing, my body building and releasing over and over and over, shaking and racked with pleasures I wasn’t sure I could take. My throat went numb from the screams, my chest hurt from breathing so damned fast, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how he was feeling…

Just as suddenly as he started, he stopped. Staring at me, his eyes so full of lust, hunger, passion, pure NEED that I couldn’t NOT do it. I needed a break anyway, there’s only so much a girl can take, but when it feels that good, there’s also no way to build up the strength to say stop. Subspace is a place where nothing is real, nothing but feeling, and no is no longer an option. 

Finding the ability to move, just enough, I flipped over onto my stomach and took his still hard cock deep into my mouth. I loved how I tasted on his skin, the combination of my juices, his juices and our sweat was intoxicating in a way I’ll never be able to describe. Licking and sucking all my flavor off of him, I could feel him starting to shake. His breathing increasing once more as mine had been all day. Bringing one hand up to help, I slowed down just a touch. Grabbing onto his thickness I wanted him to help me out, show me exactly what he liked – just one more time. 

I took my other hand, grabbed one of his, and placed it on top of my hand that was encasing his cock. Moving his slowly up and down, he took the hint, and took control. Having him help me get him off was always like the ultimate aphrodisiac. I know that I know how to take care of him, but that simple knowledge that we could work TOGETHER to help him reach that point is just absolutely intense.

Our hands, intertwined, worked in unison with my mouth. Tickling and teasing his member with my tongue studs and lip ring were two of my most treasured activities – if only because his reactions were that much more intense. Faster, harder, we worked in time with his breathing and his heartbeat. Until finally, his scream broke free, his warm juices filling my mouth and dripping down my throat. Swallowing every last drop he had to offer, we collapsed onto each other, falling asleep in the cool summer rain cradled in each others arms.

His hand in my hair, warm breath on my skin, soft dominant voice growling hungrily in my ear … that’s all I can think about. Professor Stolichnya drones on about something…. pasteurization processes of milk, the reproductive process of a gnat, something else equally useless. I stopped listening ages ago. He’s beautiful that man, brilliant and boring, but beautiful. If I didn’t have Him I’d make Professor Stolichnya take me home… How I ever managed to pull myself away from my magic bullet earlier is beyond me. For days He has been the only thing I can focus on… it’s been simply too long since our last encounter and the need is starting to show.

It isn’t about love, but about hunger. My mind starts to race with the memories mixed with desires as I’m running to my dance class across campus. I can feel the heat building between my thighs, but I can’t miss this class. It’s my final performance… Finally able to let my body do the talking as I’ve never been able to do. If only He was here to see what He’d inspired… what He’d awakened deep within my soul…

Nearly there, Christ I don’t remember it taking so long to cross the quarter mile between buildings. Looking around, feeling lost and disoriented… somehow I’d managed to run back to my dorm room instead of to class. The need is building so strongly, desperate for release. But He said that I wasn’t allowed to cum until AFTER this class. Not until after… He knows how strong a motivation that building orgasm can be for me, especially after He’d spent the last three days reminding me that I’m not allowed to cum… but telling me everything He wants to be doing to me. Bringing me to the edge making me perform for Him, show Him just how I like it, just what I need… but stopping me just before I can feel the explosion.

Suddenly I’m in class, in costume, the tight cotton-poly blend leotard rubbing coyly along my hardened nub, I can feel the wetness seeping through my pantyhose, trying to drip down my legs. My concentration starts to break until I hear my cue in the music, God how I need Him buried to the hilt within my throbbing tunnel… Lifting my head to address the audience in my opening move, it seems all my dreams have come alive. He is there. He has come. If I perform well, I might not have to release my own tensions after the show, He may just do it for me. 

Long, sinuous limbs meld and glide to the music. Dead Can Dance playing in the background brings an air of sexuality, pure lust to the movements. The room is silent save for the audience shuffling in their seats. They’ve never seen someone so… hungry on stage. They say it’s a liberal college, that nothing hasn’t been done before, but they’ve never seen someone with this need performing a private show for one. Thank God part of the performance involves a chair… I’m shaking so badly from the need, the undying sexual thrill, the adoration that I see as I chance a glance into his eyes… I need to sit.

Lifting my hips off of the chair in time with the heavy beat, simulates the carnal desires that fill my mind, and He can see that clearly. Flipping around to straddle the chair, a last minute change, but I need the feel of something hard mixing with the material upon my desperately tender clit. Pure ecstasy envelops me as I start to feel the buzzing in my loins. When did I put the bullet back in it’s place? How is it on?

Looking up from my position on the floor, the dance almost completed, He flashes the small silver remote, an evil grin spreading across his lips. Thank GOD he waited until the finale to start, I’m not sure I could fake it through more. One look into my eyes and the world can tell that I’m in need, I’m in heat, and I’m about to give in. Lying prone on the shining, golden wood, slow seductive gestures move me to my knees before Him. Legs spread in offering I’m sure you can see the wet spot if you look close enough, but I must finish the dance. Leaning back, my head rests on the floor as the music stops. The only thing left to hear is the soft buzzing and my ever increasing moans. 

Standing, barely able to contain myself, bowing graciously to the audience I take my leave. That was the singularly sexiest performance of my life. Running backstage, I hurriedly remove my tights, pantyhose and panties, the little silver bullet running me rampant with need. Until I feel that familiar tug in my hair…

Suddenly the world doesn’t matter, I’m naked save a small silver implement attached by a thin black elastic chord like a thong and He is behind me, inside me, just as I’d been dreaming of for days. Pressed against the wall, the lighting equipment providing an interesting sensation upon my shining skin, I can feel His perfectly sized shaft buried deep within me, fulfilling me, taking me. His teeth grate along my neck, teasing me on His way to my ear. His tongue dragging it’s silky way from the back of my neck to my chin before I hear His voice.

“You will be quiet, slut. And you will do as you’re told without question, or you will not be allowed to cum. I will cum in front of you and deny you any taste, I will deny you the feel of my lips upon yours, and I will fuck you until you beg before I stop if you fail to abide my instructions. Nod if you understand, whore, but do not speak or make a sound.”

Nodding slowly, my knees start to give in. He’s not turned off the vibrator and He’s buried balls deep in my dripping cunt, but I will stay silent if that’s what I’m told. I need this, and he KNOWS I need this. I’m on the brink of an orgasm, feeling the warm heat filling my stomach, my body starts to shake as I try to stop the oncoming rush. Suddenly the vibrations stop and He pulls out, leaving me cold and empty. The only way I can stop from making a sound, a desperate whimper is to bite my lip, feeling the warm liquid trickling into my mouth breaks me of my trance.

Then I feel it, something soft yet hard surrounding my neck, a collar tightened enough that I can barely breathe. Then I’m once again on stage, naked and exposed, wearing nothing but a collar. His collar. Euphoria mixes with the sense of fear and humiliation before He whispers behind me to drop to my knees. Without hesitation I’m on my knees staring at an empty theater, save one seat. Why was Professor Stolichnya here? He wasn’t in the dance department, and the science people never came to performances, it was some sort of unwritten rivalry. But he was a beautiful man…

Flaxen hair and brilliantly blue eyes, his young toned body as hard as that of a dancer. I’d had thousands of fantasies of having him, so fresh to teaching, I loved having the recent Master’s grads in charge. Even when what they’re saying is painfully dull, at least they’re fun to look at. But why was he here? Am I to put on another performance? The familiar heat rebuilding, my blood near the boiling point, so flushed with disbelief, so desperately horny.

Then it dawned on me. This was why He wanted me to wait. My gift that He’d been talking about, those winks that the Professor had been tossing my way in the corridors, him sitting in the empty auditorium with me on display… it all came into sharp relief.

He was going to share me with the man that I’d been fantasizing about all semester. He was going to fulfill my dreams, several fantasies at once. God how I loved Him, needed Him, was on fire near to bursting with need. His hands roamed my body, scratching pathways as I knelt facing the Professor. 

“Keep your eyes open, watch his every reaction as I take you as my own. If you’re a good filthy little whore, I may let him share you. If you’re naughty… remember what I said earlier.”

His breath tickled my steaming, tender flesh, still on fire from my dance… burning up from His shameless display of me to this other man, knowing that there were cameras somewhere in the building… somewhere someone else was getting off on my complete humiliation, of His complete domination of my body and soul. Yet… I loved every second. My eyes fluttered open as if struggling to awake from a dream, trying to keep my Master, my Love, my Perfect mate happy as He commanded. Staring at Professor Stolichnya I could hear my wetness dripping onto the stage, feel it running down my legs as the gentle vibrations started once more.

The sharp bite of His teeth on the nape of my neck was all it took to make my body shake, and make me fall onto all fours. Keeping eye contact with the Professor was nigh on impossible, but I know how strict Master can be. But He is also kind, His hand wound itself into my hair, pulling it sharply back to raise my head. He wanted to let me cum, wanted to hear me cum, to feel me clench along his hardened shaft, to slip deep within me making use of the silken wetness that He’d created.

The vibrations stopped as he slipped one finger inside of me. The muscles of my waiting center contracted to feel him there, to hold Him within me as my body shook with need. The collar at this angle dug into my neck, cutting the air even less, the euphoria and light-headedness growing exponentially. Without warning He took advantage of my silent moans, forcing his hard, expanding cock into my soft waiting mouth. He was still flavoured of me from when He took me backstage…

Just as quickly as He filled my mouth, He emptied it. He fought His finger free, running it along His lips before He finally leaned down for a kiss. Those lips send electric shivers down my spine on a normal day, when He is in THIS mood, it’s as if I’ve been struck by lightening. I love my taste on His lips, knowing how it’d gotten there, it was as if the world melted away once more when His lips pressed against mine.
“You’ve been good, slut, until now. I did not tell you to kiss. You will be punished for that.”

With that He moved. I’d not even realized I was kissing back, I know how He is when He is in charge. Do nothing unless told to. I’d never realized what I was doing until it was too late. Now I was done for. I’d be tortured for days to come… maybe he’ll be generous…

The vibrations were suddenly more intense, I could see the remote sailing toward Professor Stolichnya, and I knew then what kind of trouble I’d be in. Far too hard for me not to cum when it’s on the highest setting, yet… I wasn’t allowed to… not yet. His hand wound it’s way tighter into my hair, my panting and writhing almost audible from the shivers running up and down my hardened, swollen clit, the jewelry making a strangely intoxicating sound. 

Oh God, He’s going to cum and leave me hanging isn’t He? The heat spread down my thighs, and up my stomach, my nipples harder than ever as I’m starting to spin. The collar was cutting off my air supply so drastically that I almost didn’t notice His cock now just mere inches from my face. His hand stroking with intent, chancing a glance above me, I can see that familiar cold glare emanating from Him. He was upset that I’d not obeyed Him, but He was enjoying the feeling of my body shake in his hands.

Stroking Himself, pulling my hair tighter to make my eyes open each time I almost gave in was enough to drive me senseless, but when He touched His cock to my lips and told me to sick my tongue out I felt myself boiling over. My hot juices flowed down my legs as my body trembled, silent whimpers sliding forth as my tongue sat extended upon my lips. His salty precum dripping out slowly, tempting me with His taste, torturing me slowly.

His cock was suddenly in my mouth, the vibrations from the bullet literally shaking my body as I dig my nails into my palms to keep from cumming too soon when I finally hear the words I’ve been silently begging for for days, “Cum now, whore. Cum with me, but do not swallow.”

Forcing His cock deep into my throat I couldn’t breathe. The lack of air mixed with the desperate demand of my body created the most intense orgasm of my entire life. His seed filled my mouth as I gagged like a good whore for Master, fighting the urge to swallow Him whole. The vibe was on it’s highest setting, the little bar adding all the extra sensations it advertised, I felt like I was being torn in two. 

Shaking and shivering he pulled out, smiling down at me as each wave of the passion ripped through me. Still not swallowing, His hot juices running down my chin. I knew He did this to complete the humiliation, knowing that I hate missing a single drop, He knew what torture this was for me.

“Open wide, my beautiful slut. Show me what you hold inside that filthy mouth of yours.”

Looking up, keeping my eyes averted in ultimate respect, I opened as commanded. His load sat heavily on my tongue, mixing with saliva around my studs. A single tear dripped from my eye from sheer relief, and from pure embarrassment. I’d never felt so… exposed, so raw. Or so in love.

“Now swallow. You’ve done well, so far. Now, speak. Do you want to be fucked by your Professor today?”

Swallowing hard, He knew the answer before I’d even formulated an answer. He was turning to gesture Professor Stolichnya to the stage to join us, his hardened cock straining against his trousers as he sauntered toward us.

“Y-y-yes, Master. Your slut would love to be fucked by whomever You deem worthy.”

“Good answer, my slut. Crawl forward to the edge of the stage, and turn inward. I want your voluptuous ass hanging over the edge for him to toy with.”

Crawling forward, I started to feel the jitters of anticipation. The vibrations were finally off, allowing me time to breathe as I moved, but I knew that wasn’t the end of today. It was only the beginning, and we’d be here for a while if He had anything to say about it. Professor Stolichnya reached up as I neared the edge of the stage, turning as I was told, and without warning laid one hard spank across my cheeks. The heat of the smack was enough to colour my entire body the light pink of a rose.

Jumping, I never thought he was the rough type, always so soft spoken in class. I could feel his hands running up my legs, his tongue dancing along my thigh, but I couldn’t see a thing. Nothing other than Master standing over me observing the treatment of His slut, that is. Another hard slap on my other cheek made me jump again, enough for him to be able to pull the bullet off of my ass and down my legs. I felt one finger, then two start to push and prod against my tightening hole. Another started to work at my ass.

Writhing, looking to Master for permission to make a sound, He knew that I wasn’t going to be able to contain it much longer. Not when I was being treated like this. Not when I was being penetrated in both holes. Not when I was being filled in almost every possible way. Nodding His consent, I was finally free.

“OOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, oh oh oh oh oh! Please, please fuck me. Take me. Now. Please take me.”

I could barely see Master hand him something form the corner of my eye, but I wasn’t sure it mattered as another powerful orgasm ripped through my body. My cunt clamped down on his fingers as my ass pulsated. Master’s cock was in my mouth again, for just an instant, before He slapped me across the face with it, showing His dominance once more.
I heard it before I felt it. Another toy slid deeply into my pussy, a tongue on my clit, a finger in my tight almost virgin ass, and Master’s cock on my lips. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave for what felt like hours, when it was just minutes. The vibe was pulled out as quickly as it had been inserted, and I had a feeling I knew where this was going. 

“Crawl to me, my slut. Come forward to accept your prize.”

Once again crawling forward to Master, I saw him weave around in front of me, whilst Master walked behind. His cock slid effortlessly within my waiting canal, as He toyed with my puckering ass with the vibe, still wet with my silk. Professor wasted no time in filling my mouth with his cock, not as tasty as Master’s but by no means bad. I was living a fantasy, being taken from both sides, being used, but still being loved.

Then it changed. The feeling changed. I was full, completely full. He had slid the toy deep within my tightening asshole turning the vibrations on full blast. Pounding my pussy with His cock, my mouth with his cock, and my soft, tender ass with the toy was enough to rip me completely in two. Shivering, shaking, choking on his cock I came again and again until the world went black.

My love. Finally, after so long I was going to be able to see Him again. Had it all been a dream? Would He actually be waiting at the airport? Or were those conversations, and this trip merely dreams… pure fantasy borne of a desperate need to feel desired, loved, wanted? I’d find out soon, for good or bad, the plane was landing… I’d find out very soon if He’d meant anything He’d said.

Struggling with my carry-on case, trying not to shake as I pulled it out of the overhead compartment, I found myself wondering if my skirt was too short, if the boots were too tall, if the shirt was too low cut. Sheepishly stealing a glance around me, the older man behind me only smiled with a knowing look and a twinkle in his eye. Blushing brightly, I lowered my eyes once more, a smile spreading across my face. At least I look sexy, even when I’m too nervous to feel it.

Wandering down the jet way, my knees almost buckling under the strain of my fear, it was so potent one could almost slice it with a knife. Looking around, barely able to hazard a glance to see if I can see Him, and suddenly there are arms around me, His scent, so familiar and yet so foreign filling my nostrils, His voice whispering sweet nothings and reassurances in my ear. He had come as promised… He was here, now, with me!!

Walking, my hand in His to claim my baggage seemed to take forever. All I wanted was to feel Him overpower me, as we’d discussed. To feel His body on my own, His teeth along my neck, His skin grazing mine. Hugging each other closely, I buried my head in the crook of His neck whist we awaited my baggage to appear on the conveyor belt. Finally it appeared, and without warning or speech He took it from me and led me to His car.

He was already taking control. I could see it in His eyes, feel it in His gait. He was utterly and truly the Man He represented Himself to be, and I was becoming the woman He wanted me to be, comfortable in my servitude. Finally we were at His car, again it seemed like years when in reality it was only moments until I was seated and properly buckled in. One quick, yet lingering kiss and we were on our way.

Too focused on Him to see the greenery, the beauty of the countryside that I’d so longed to see, His voice brought memories of a time long since past. I felt like I was going to explode, my body in full vibrations of excitement, arousal, the novelty of what I was doing. I’d flown half around the world to spend the week with a Man I’d met but for a few days before. I was going to let Him take my will and bend it to His own, and I’d only held Him in my arms but on one other occasion. Yet, I trusted this Man, trusted Him with my love, my heart, my life. And He knew it.

Arriving at His home, taking a quick glance around, long enough to notice that it reminded me of every movie set in the UK that I’ve ever seen, another smile stole it’s way onto my face. This was so perfectly clichéd, and yet so perfectly unique. His neighbors were going to rue the day that I entered their neighborhood, but He and I were going to love every second of every day I’d be here.

We worked our way up the path, struggling with the heavy baggage, my arousal building with every step. I could see the same twinkle in His eye that the man on the plane had, and I knew that I was in for the most beautiful trouble that I’d yet to face in my lifetime. He wanted me, needed me, nearly as much as I needed Him. Finally we were inside His home. My heart was bursting as I slid my over clothes off, revealing the costume that I’d been asked to wear for Him.

His eyes widened then narrowed, the power taking hold. Shimming toward Him, my barely-there skirt leaving little to the imagination, my breast bursting out of my top, I felt the true power play happen, and lowered my eyes. His hand wound it’s way into my hair, curling tightly, before He pulled my head back in one sudden gesture. Revealing my neck to Him, a single bite dropped me to my knees. I loved how He could make me feel, so perfectly safe, so perfectly needed, and so desperately desired. 

Growling, the pure primal nature of His wants shining through, He looked down at me with one single, all powerful, cold stare. Holding my head with one hand, His other found His trouser button first, then the zipper. Revealing His perfectly formed cock just out of reach of my licking lips, stroking Himself to the most solidly raging shaft I’d ever seen. Turning me around, and forcing me up a few stairs to kneel for Him, he forced me to present myself for His ravishings. 

I could feel His eyes boring into my body, His heat was palpable, throbbing inches from His skin. Sliding my attached panties to the side, I felt His fingers barrel into me without warning. I was wet from the trip still, from the sight of Him, from His generous touches and Earth shattering kisses. Removing His fingers from within me I felt Him draw closer yet, the tip of His cock just brushing my soft, warm center. Bringing His fingers to my face, He shoved them into my mouth, “Lick them clean My filthy whore. Or My cock will never be yours.”

A mere whisper of a moan escaped my lips as I licked His fingers clean. So wound up as I could feel just the tip of His cock teasing, pressing into me, I sucked His fingers as I’d like to suck His cock, deeply, hungrily, cleaning every drop of my sweet juices from His skin. I could feel His cock throbbing harder, pulsating against me as He knew exactly what I was thinking.

Finally, He grabbed onto my hair like a handle and filled my dripping pussy with his perfect shaft, to the hilt without warning. Gasping at the mixed pleasure-pain sensations, my back arching, I could feel my body reacting to Him. I needed this, I needed Him, and I needed Him to take me relentlessly. 

Pumping me harder, faster, He was letting His need show. Tearing at my hair as He shoved my face into the carpet, I couldn’t help but feel my back arching, my hips pushing back to meet His, urging Him deeper into me. He was being generous, I knew He wanted to hear me cum, and I was desperate to oblige.

I could feel His other hand tugging a breast out of my bra, pulling and pinching my right nipple, rolling it around in His fingers. I could feel myself beginning to cum, my body shaking as He played my body like an expert pianist plays a Bach symphony on a Baby Grand. Praying He wouldn’t tell me to stop, I needed this release, this pleasure, the pure ecstasy that only He could bring.

My moans reaching near deafening heights, I could almost feel the walls shaking as my body exploded into stars. I could feel Him cuming, shaking, releasing into me. This was the first time that He’d been willing to share that with me, and it was just what I needed to throw me over the edge. My every muscle tensed, I could feel everything become rock hard before the shaking began anew, and the soft walls of my tight canal pulsated in time with His throbbing release. “Cum for Me, My dirty slut. Cum for Me. Now.”

Screaming out in pure passion, I came finally. I came for Him, I came for me. The world fell into darkness as I felt my body release into pure relaxation, melting into the stairs with Him atop me as I’d been dreaming for weeks. Waking hours later in His arms, He’d carried me to His bed, to show me the tenderness that I needed as equally as I needed the control. I was smitten, but was He?