The man was easy to spot. He’d thought enough about him in their sessions of storytelling online, after all. So when the man walked up, and introductions were had, hands held each other a second too long in the handshake, that wasn’t too strange. Conversation was initially about the weather, because all conversations are always about the weather, and then how the days were, generic conversations about work because of course they were strictly on first name basis only, and there was a gleam in the man’s eye about their online story-telling, but he wasn’t going to bring it up first, because this was a whole new world to him. So he finished his pint and ordered another. The man’s eyes on him were so intense, the feet kicking against the bar stool the same size as his own, the sneakers were similar. Their arms emerging from t-shirts and stretching across the bar clutching pint glasses were almost identical, chunky wristwatches similarly rendered almost useless by shiny cellphones carefully removed from pockets every so often in a comforting ritual.

Conversation was heavy with things unsaid, and he was used to this with one girl, and was used to the knees ‘accidently’ knocking under the bar and then purposefully resting on each other, it had been a long time since that girl and he had parted ways so that he could instead focus on his girlfriend, the other girl fading into the background even while she acted out as much as she could to stand out. But the man was new to him, and the pressure was all too much, trying to decide if it was chemistry and anticipation, or if he was creeped out by the situation, or if it was a little from Column A and a little from Column B, so he excused himself and headed to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, and looked himself in the eye in the mirror. “Figure out what you want,” he said to himself, and the bathroom door opened. The man came in, locking the door behind him. “I know what you want,” he said, “and I’m going to give it to you”.

He was pushed against the toilet wall, a body so similar to his own pressed against him, a similar mouth on his, hard and soft and wet. Skin was so much rougher than he was used to, but the sensation of stubble wasn’t at all unwelcome, the texture new and surprising, but savoury. He felt his wrists being pinned in a strong grip, his arms raised above his head and pushed into a wall by a force stronger than his own, but these were only half thoughts as he closed his eyes and submitted to the rough kiss. As the man’s cock grew harder and pressed into his leg, he felt his own stirring, so foreign against such a hard body, though the intensity of the man’s pressure against him was a reassuring reminder that he wasn’t in control of the situation and he was happy to submit to whatever came next.

I waste no time getting down to business, unbuttoning your fly quickly, and pulling your jeans and underwear down around your knees, partly to imobilise you more, but you don’t know that yet. Your cock is as always waiting for me, especially after the time apart, standing to my attention. My hair is pulled back in a ponytail this time so it can’t fall in my face as I start to bathe your cock with my tongue, licking up and down and around the shaft until every inch of it is glistening with my spit. I open my mouth wide and slowly, ever so slowly slide my lips around it, relaxing my throat so I can take you in as far as possible. You groan appreciatively, and that is why I haven’t gagged you today – I have to be able to pick up every signal from you.

With one hand still wrapped around your cock, I unhook my bra and lean forward so my breasts are hanging down over your lap. I use my hands to bring them together, so that I am titfucking you, your slippery cock sliding in between my warm flesh. I could lose focus here if I’m not careful, I could succumb to the sensation, and the pleasure in your face, climb onto your cock and fuck you silly right now. But that’s what not what I’ve got planned.

“I want you to come on my tits,” I beg you, looking up at you as I circle my nipples with my fingers, “so you’ve got to let me know when you’re just about to come”. You gasp out an “okay” as I take your cock in my mouth again, tongue swirling, teasing your foreskin down. “Oh fuck!” you moan, and I know how close you are, but instead of untying you and offering up my chest, I scuttle to the end of the bed. “Oh no you don’t,” I laugh, “these are for me”.

I grab my breasts hard, the way I like to be touched, and slide my hand down to my wet cunt, laughing. Your face is a mixture of arousal and angst, and it’s beautiful to behold. “It turns out that I’m the one who’s going to have the orgasm, not you,” I say, breathily, as my fingers flick around my clit, and sure enough, very quickly I come, shaking and giggling as the pleasure sweeps over me.

“I feel a bit gipped!” you complain, but I can tell that you’re retracting that complaint as I wrap my lips around your cock again. I watch your eyes roll back in your head as I speed up my pace, and see your hands straining against the scarves that bind you. Again, I am concentrating hard on giving you amazing head, but I am timing it too, and when I think you’re just about to come, I sit back again.

“Fuck, COME ON!” you protest, but no, again, this time I reach for my vibrator, and turn it on full, rubbing it against myself. “You should be grateful I let you watch,” I say, as all my muscles tense, and I ride the wave of the orgasm, your eyes never leaving me. “I could keep this up all day, by the way” I say, as soon as I’ve got my breath back.

But this time, when I lean forward to attend to your poor hard cock, you must have managed to escape your bonds, because you grab my hands and spin me over, pushing my face into the mattress. “Who’s on top now, bitch?” you laugh, as you use one hand to pin my hands to the foot of the bed, and the other to spread my legs. Your hand tickles across my labia, and I squirm at your touch gleefully, but then you stop. I hear the sound of a drawer being opened, and the crackle of a condom packet.

Seconds later you’re plunging into me, hard. “Is this what you wanted?” you demand, panting hard. Your body is slamming into mine, pushing me deeper and deeper into the mattress. I push back up against you, and you release my hands, pulling me to my knees. Your breath is hot against my ear as you kiss my neck, and then sink your teeth into me. I moan in pleasure, and you increase your thrust, pulling my hair as your other hand comes around tto grab my breast. We’ve never fucked this violent before, but I love it. I try to move my hand to my clit,but you push it away. “No more for you,” you say, “not until I’ve had mine”. Your cock is so deep inside me right now, I can’t think of anything else but you. And then you come, I feel it inside, the contained explosion, how stiff your hold body is, and then how it slumps against me, and the noise, the grunt you make. Somehow you have the energy to move your hand around and my clit only needs the tiniest bit of stimulation before I buck back against you, and we topple over together, well and truly spent. As we move to hold each other, and before the tender kisses can start, I whisper in your ear “I still win, 3-1, sucker!”.

But it’s hot, sweat dripping off me, so I duck out to the balcony to get some fresh air. That’s where I spot beneath me the pool, glittering with the combination of moon and the cabana spot lights. I need to be in that water right now. Need it. Right now. So I push through the people milling around on the balcony, trot down the deck stairs, unhook the childproof fence with a little bit of a struggle. The champagne doesn’t make mechanics much easier.

Now standing by the pool, I’m suddenly aware that there is a whole balcony full of people, and I don’t have my togs, but the water is beckoning and the urge is too strong to stop me. I step into the shadows and peel off my shirt and skirt, and, pausing for a second to think it through, my bra and panties. I consider the depth, and dive in.

I have never felt anything like this before. The total body immersion, the water kissing my skin, the instant cooling – I feel like I could stay underwater forever. But of course I can’t, my body floats to the surface before I am ready. I gasp in the night air, twisting onto my back. I can see my nipples stiffening with the chill, and the water swirling around my cunt seems playful. When I pull my head out of the water, switching into doggy-paddling, I suddenly realise that I have an audience. There is a round of applause from the balcony. A whole line of people are watching me. Giggling, I wave, and flip, diving down into a handstand. I might as well give them a show. The feeling of water rushing past me is incredible, so I swim as far as I can underwater, and then languidly swim a couple of lengths. I have cooled down now, and in fact, I’m getting a little bit cold. I hear the sound of the gate lifting, and surfacing again, I realise there is now a man standing beside the pool, holding out a towel.

“I thought you might want this,” he says, smiling. I’ve seen him before, I think he is friends of the host’s brother. He’s cute, and I am cold, so I smile back, and swim to the pool ladder, and clamber out doing my best Wild Things impression. I stand up tall like it ain’t no thing to be standing there naked, and reach for the towel. He steps forward and wraps it around me. “There you are, Ma’am,” he says. “Wow, full service,” I reply, “are you going to wash my back for me now too?” “Sure,” he says, eagerly, so I decide to call his bluff, and walk to the cabana.

The bathroom here is like the ones in the house, ludicrously expensive, marble everywhere and no doubt it’s Italian tapware. I feel a little ridiculous leaning into the shower as I flip on the tap and water springs from two heads, but I drop my towel and climb in anyway. He is close behind me, undressing himself at a leisurely pace. The warm water gushes down on me, and I am overwhelmed with sensations again, the pill I took still working its magic. I shut my eyes to tilt my face into the water, and I hear him step into the shower behind me.

He is standing so close that I can hear his breath over the roar of the non-efficient water flow, and despite the heat and steam, my skin goosebumps in anticipation. He reaches around me to grab the shower gel, and starts to lather up my shoulders. His hands are soft and smooth, and he runs them slowly down my arms, I can feel my spine unclenching at his touch. The sponge travels around in circles, meandering around my back, dipping down to just above my ass, grazing the sides of my breasts. He leans down to gently soap up my ankles, my knees, my thighs, so slowly, so delicately, time is standing still. He washes every inch of my legs, and straightens up to cover my back again, stroking harder this time, the intensity growing. I feel like I’m going to faint so I put my arms out to lean against the shower wall. He takes this as his invitation to run his hands around and cup my breasts, and I arch my back with pleasure, moaning softly.

His fingers swirl around my nipples, and I feel his tongue kiss the back of my neck. His body is up against mine now, and I feel his cock growing hard. I try to turn around to touch it, to touch him, but he moves my hand back onto the wall. “It’s not your turn yet,” he laughs in my ear. His left hand grabs my breast harder, while his right slides down across my stomach, parting my legs, and pushing against my slit. I gasp as he runs a finger around my clit, and push back against his body. “I haven’t cleaned all of you yet,” he says, unhooking the hand shower, and turning me around to face him. Kneeling down, he kisses my labia, pushing them open with his tongue. As I clutch at the walls and at his head to steady myself, he begins to lap at me, tongue flicking backwards and forwards, side to side. The water falling across my face sparkles like diamonds, and I feel like fairies are running away with parts of my body. The light in the bathroom gets brighter and brighter as he works his tongue around, my breath is coming in big half gasps, and then it’s like an explosion of sensation and light, and water, and air.

When I’m finally able to float back down and open my eyes again, he’s standing face to face with me. “I’m going to kiss you now” he says, eagerly, and I open my mouth to him. But it’s a trick, because as soon as our mouths are locked together, lips melting into lips, he takes the shower jet and aims it at my freshly tongue-fucked pussy, The pulsating jet is too much for my lucky vulnerable clitoris to handle, and I collapse in another orgasm, moaning much much louder this time. He’s there to catch me this time, and we cling together. He takes my hand down to his cock. and I stroke him to a climax while his fingers rub between my legs again, hoping for three strikes in a row. This last orgasm is less intense but knowing that we came together staring into each other’s eyes made it all the more satisfying. We stay in the shower until we notice our skin getting pruney, dry each other off, and get dressed. When we step outside the cabana, we’re treated to another round of applause. I think he deserved it all.

I know this is by no means a exhaustive list. And I know I’ll have to complete it with someone who isn’t you. Sigh.

That is of course the superficial level of domination/sublimation, but unfortunately anything to do with sex has to go deeper. I like to think that I am amongst strong feminist women, so the idea that I want to be dominated and degraded does really not sit well with me as a feminist. I know there’s a difference between fantasy and reality though, and this is where I’m especially grateful to Dan Savage for explaining it so clearly:

Like many fetishes, his cuckold thing is most likely a subconscious erotic response to a sexually charged fear. While most of us learn to live with and occasionally conquer our fears without eroticizing them, a number of us respond to sexual fears or traumas by incorporating them into our erotic imaginations. Think of women—hip, together, progressive, feminist women—who act out rape fantasies; think of the homos—hip, together, out homos—who dress up like soldiers, cops, firemen and other stereotypically violent homophobic types.

So women fear rape, yet some develop a fetish for it. Gay men fear violent homophobes, yet some dress up like violent homophobes. And what do many straight men fear? Being cheated on, of course, and dealing with that particular brand of sexual humiliation.

So yeah, I think if I was imagining people grabbing me the way they did when I was 12, if I was fantasizing about leather jerkins and tattoos on bare chests,then that would be really troublesome. If I want someone to pull my hair, call me a dirty slut and maybe spank me a little, I’m okay with that.

Because it is what I am supposed to do, I nod in your direction in acknowledgment, and go on flirting with the perfectly nice boy that I’m talking to, but soon I feel my phone vibrate against my hip.

“Who is he?”

You shouldn’t be texting me this but at the same time though, I can feel my pulse start to race. Your eyes are still on me from across the bar, and you’re doing your best to look nonchalant. I excuse myself and walk towards the toilets. You meet me half way and pull me into the handicapped bathroom. Your grip on my arm sends electric shocks through me, and I feel myself getting wet. It’s been a long long time.

“So, if he’s so great, why are you in here with me?”

I don’t have an answer for you, I seem to have forgotten how to speak being this close to you again. Instead I reach for your face and pull you in. Our kiss is deep, hard and vicious with intensity. Your tongue is in my mouth as you push me up onto the sink counter, and I spread my knees to accommodate your hand. You laugh when you feel how wet I am, sliding a finger inside my panties. I jerk back against the mirror involuntarily, and your other hand grabs my breast hard. Your cock is hard against my thigh, and so I grab for your belt buckle, wriggling to help you pull my panties down and over my boots. “Fuck me,” I moan against your ear as you kiss my neck, “I want to feel you inside me again”.

You let go of me then to reach for my discarded handbag on the floor, knowing full well that I’m the kind of girl who always carries condoms for an occasion just like this. You pull your cock free from your jeans but stand motionless watching me touch myself, a finger circling around my clit, dipping in and out of my slippery cunt. As I arch my back with pleasure you remember yourself, and roll the condom on, sliding your cock into me straight away.

My legs lock around your waist, pushing you in deeper to me, deeper, always deeper. You hold my face in one hand, forcing me to look into your eyes as you thrust into me. I push back against you, one hand still rubbing my clit, the other steadying myself on your shoulder. “Do you like this?” you demand breathlessly, “do you like my cock better than his?” Your mouth is rough against mine, and you’re kissing me to stop me crying out. You know the answer to your question as I start to shake, orgasm rolling over me. You come too, closing your eyes only at the last minute, and I see the ecstasy in your face. We hold each other, trembling, for just a minute, and then you help me down from the counter. One last kiss and then we clean ourselves up with paper towels. You leave first.

I reapply my lipgloss, straighten up my hair and return to the boy at the bar. I don’t go home with him though.

You tell me how another friend of yours came over earlier for coffee and fixed it then. I feel a short pang of jealousy and change the subject; so I ask about what you’re looking at on the net. You blush again, close the laptop and say how you were just thinking of something for Jillingoff.
 
I instantly formulate a plan.
 
I grin and slide up next to you. I touch your neck. Stroke your ear. My other hand sits on your knee and slowly traces up your thigh. You close your eyes and smile. And that’s when I grab your laptop and turn it back on. You try to get it back, clearly embarrassed by what you were looking at. I manage to pin you face down on the bed and wait for the laptop to load.
 
I should’ve known, you were looking at porn. Bondage porn. A girl has been tied up and is being “forced” to suck four big cocks while another woman holds a vibrator on the girl’s pussy. As I tease you about it you blush and look sheepish. 

I put the computer down where you can see the screen. And while I’ve still got you pinned I reach down and pull your skirt up to your waist. I’m surprised that you aren’t wearing any panties but I keep going. You’re obliging as I gently push your knees apart. I slide my hand up to your pussy and …stop. It’s already soaking wet and creamy, too wet.
 
I’m still a little annoyed that you asked another guy to fix your cupboard but did you fuck him too?
 
You turn your head back and look at me over your shoulder. Yes and his cock was huge, a lot bigger then mine. You tried sucking it but it was making you gag so you made him fuck you instead. His cock felt so good in your pussy that you came with just the tip inside you, and then came another three times before he finally came inside you.
 
You’re smirking at me. You purr that it’s ok, my small cock is still really adorable and how you would let me fuck you but you don’t know if you’ll feel much after his huge cock.
 
Normally I’d let you continue to do this (you know I love the humiliation). But not today, today you get punished.
 
You tell me to make you suck my cock. I spank you hard on the ass so you know I’m in charge (but I appreciate your enthusiasm. Instead I keep you face down facing the end of the bed, put some pillows between your still spread legs, exposing your pussy. I take your hands and tie them to the foot of the bed with a scarf you leave there for just such an occasion. Then I find your vibrator, turn it on and rest it against your clit. You start to grind but the vibrator falls down. I replace it and tell you if you want to enjoy it, you’re gonna have to stay still. You start moaning in equal parts annoyance and arousal.
 
I decide that I shouldn’t be the only one to see this so I open the curtains so the neighbours can watch if they want. You’re too busy concentrating to care.
 
I kiss your neck and slide my hand under you to get to your breasts. I kiss and bite your neck while I squeeze your nipples. You’re already close to cumming and as you’re about to you can’t help but grind your hips. The vibrator falls away and you cry out in frustration.
 
I laugh and turn it off. I keep one hand twisting and pinching your nipple. I slide my hand over your ass and down to your sopping wet pussy. I spread you open with my fingers. You’re so wet I can slide three fingers in without resistance. You moan and start grinding again. I pull out when it sounds like you’re going to cum.
 
Now you start begging…You’ll do anything to cum. You’ll suck my cock. You’ll let me fuck you. You’ll let me cum on your tits. But really I know you’d let me do that anyway. You need more teasing.
 
I let you roll you onto your back and reposition the pillows so that your pussy is still in the air. Just to be nice I suck your clit, running my tongue over it hard and fast. You almost cum straight away but I sense the orgasm start and break off, leaving you writhing and moaning.
 
I open your shirt and pull your breasts out of your bra. I circle one nipple with my tongue before sucking on it hard. You arch in ecstasy. I run my hand down over your pussy. I never stop moving it and only graze your clit every so often, every time I do you moan.
 
I push as many fingers as I can into your cunt. You immediately start fucking my hand, and I let you. But I’m really abusing your breasts now. Squeezing them hard in my other hand, pinching and pulling on the nipples. We didn’t figure out a safety word but I’ll know if you want to stop, we’ve done this before.
 
When I feel your pussy muscles tighten on my fingers I pull them out, dripping with your juices and put them in your mouth. Again you groan in frustration, but you also suck my fingers hard. When I pull them out you again beg for my cock in your mouth. The whole thing is making me incredibly hard so this time I oblige.
 
I stand up and take off my clothes (I am aware opening the curtains has backfired on me but it’s getting dark now). My cock is hard and twitching. A thick line of pre-cum is oozing down my shaft. I straddle your chest and touch the tip of my cock to your bottom lip, then trace it round your mouth. You seductively lick the pre-cum off your lips and smile. I put my cock back on your lips and reach back to gently start rubbing your pussy again. When you open your mouth to moan I thrust my cock in your mouth and start moving my fingers faster.
 
My fingers are circling your clit faster and faster while you try to focus on licking the tip of my cock. I quickly remove my hand and my cock and slide my body down between your legs. I slide my cock up and down your slick pussy, each time grinding into your clit. You’re too horny to speak and all you can say is “cock” and “fuck”.
 
I don’t let you have what you want (otherwise this wouldn’t be torture, would it). I rest the tip of my cock at the entrance to your pussy. You grind your hips, wanting me to cum inside you. The head presses against you and almost slides in, you’re so wet it wouldn’t take mush to slide my whole cock in. Instead I place my hands behind your knees and push your legs into the air, lie my cock on your clit and push myself against you. I want to cover my cock in your juices.
 
I switch around again before you even get close to coming and put my cock back on your mouth. This time you take it all in straight away. I move us into a 69. I hook my elbows behind your knnes and pull them up, I’m showing your pussy to anyone who can see in your window.
 
I suddenly realise that you are doing a great job sucking my cock and I’m about to cum. I lick your clit briefly and then down to your ass which I flick with my tongue and then, with my lower lip resting on your clit, I plunge my tongue inside you. I don’t know if you were expecting it or not but you jump when I do it and then start frantically moving against my face. Your moans of pleasure vibrate my cock and bring me even closer to cumming.
 
Finally I can’t take it anymore and I attack your clit with my tongue, moving it as fast as I can. And finally you begin to cum and I don’t stop.
 
Your body shakes with spasms as waves of extasy surge through it. Your movements and moaning are enough to set me off and and I cum down your throat, which seems to make you cum again.
 
Slightly exhausted I reach back and untie your hands. When I do you instantly grab my balls and squeeze them, then hold my cock in your mouth while sucking out as much cum as you can. I begin kissing your clit and soon you’re cumming on my face again .
 
Eventually I roll off and lie there dreamily. You ask why I’m smiling, you say that I still wasn’t as good as the other guy. Before I have a chance to do anything you have my arms tied over my head. You smile and sit with your pussy right by my face a leg draped over my chest. You start masturbating for me.
 
Now it’s your turn.

Turns out I’m a switch.

After I discovered Jill’s tendencies towards being dominated (something that surprised me) I started writing things to her like:

I let you roll you onto your back and reposition the pillows so that your pussy is still in the air. Just to be nice I suck your clit, running my tongue over it hard and fast. You almost cum straight away but I sense the orgasm start and break off, leaving you writhing and moaning.

This also surprised me, because normally I’d want to be on the recieving end of something like that.

Jill mentioned that I’m a feminist, and I am. Which I thought made dominant fantasies quite strange, until I remembered that they were all really about giving pleasure to the sub.

Anyway I’m going to leave these half-formed ideas and just hope you all enjoy reading my stories (some real, some not).

I blame my recurring rape fantasy on the fact that I’m a feminist.

So what does she do? Hires someone off Craigslist, of course, and then writes about it. It’s a hilarious story, and it also made me hot and bothered. Because it’s fantasy, it’s not real. And she remained in control. I can imagine that this is a piece that would bother a good number of people though.

Normal servicing should resume sometime soon.

“Ah yes, Miss. MacIllewan, I’ve had several complaints about you from the other students”. He stood up from behind his desk.

“Complaints, sir? What about?” I put my hands behind my back, coyly, and turned one foot on its side, dropping a hip.

“It’s about your uniform,” he says. “It’s far too short and inappropriate. It’s unseemly for a girl your age to be showing as much… flesh”. He lingered on the last word, as his eyes raked me up and down.

“But sir,” I said, “you know I’m on a scholarship, and I can’t afford to buy a new uniform”.

“It’s the rules,” he said. “Your skirt should come down to your knees. Bend over and touch your toes,” he commanded. I did what he said, and through my legs I saw him come and stand behind me.

“It’s as I thought,” he said, grabbing the bottom hem of my skirt, one finger drawing a circle on my white underwear. “You’re going to have to be punished, Miss MacIllewan. Stand up again”.

“Oh no sir, please don’t,” I begged, sinking to my knees. “I’ll do anything to get out of the punishment”.

“Rules are rules, don’t think I take any pleasure in this. Now grab the edge of my desk. I’m going to have to give you a spanking”.

With his breath hot against the back of my neck, he pushed me down roughly so that my face was buried in the piles of books on his desk. He nudged my knees apart, and roughly pulled down my cotton briefs. Then he paused.

“We have to have rules and regulations, MacIllewan. This is for your own good. You can’t go on parading around like this.”

His hand came down sharply across my bottom, the slapping sound echoing across the room. A jolt of pain shot through me, leaving a tingling feeling. Again and again his hand came down, and I cried out. He gripped my shoulder with his other hand.

“Take your punishment like a good girl,” he said. “And I won’t have to tell the principal. You wouldn’t want your scholarship revoked, would you?”

“No sir, please don’t tell the principal. I’m sorry, I really am”.

“You should be,” he said, still holding my shoulder down. “Don’t you know what such a short uniform does to a man? You’ve inflamed me.” He pushed against me, and I felt his errection straining at his crotch. “You need to learn about life, young lady”.

“Please teach me, sir,” I begged. I felt his weight move away from me.

“Turn around,” he said. “I want to see your face so I can see how sorry you are”. I turn around slowly, leaving my panties pooled around my ankles.

“You’re not sorry at all!” he says suddenly. “You meant this to happen. Look at how loose your tie is, and how many buttons you have undone. I bet you’re not even wearing a bra, you hussy. So many dress code violations. I really am going to have to report this”.

“I am sir, I am. Look!” I unbutton the last three buttons of my shirt, revealing my red lace front hook bra.

“take that thing off immediately! That’s the colours of our rival house,” he says, stepping in closer to me, unhooking it before I have a chance to, and pushing me back onto the desk. My shirt and tie slide down my arms and I shake them off.

Now I sit topless on his desk, shivering under his gaze. The cool air brings goosebumps to my skin, and my nipples harden. “I’m sorry Mr Vigeland,” I whisper. “Please don’t report me. I’ll do anything”.

“There’s only one thing for it, Miss MacIllewan,” he says. “I’m obviously going to show you why we have these rules. I have to show you why you need to cover yourself up.” He takes my hand, and puts it on his crotch. “This is what you do to a man when you reveal your flesh like this. And now you need to deal with the consequences.”

He unbuttons his fly, and pulls out his cock, gloriously thick and errect “Have you seen one of these before?”

“Only in pictures, sir,” I stammer, trying to conjour up a blush.

“Then this is going to hurt you, but believe me, it’s going to hurt me a lot more,” he says, spreading my legs, and pushing himself inside me.

I let out a gasp, “Oh Mr. Vigeland,” I cry, “You’re hurting me, it’s too big!” He grunts “This is your punishment,” and thrusts harder into me. I put my arms around his neck, pulling him against my body and cry out again. “Fuck me harder Sir! Teach me again” before a giggle escapes me, which he smothers with his mouth.

One of his hands roams up to sieze my breasts, while his other spasms, knocking books onto the floor. I lock my ankles behind his back, pushing him deeper and deeper in. He kisses my neck. “Call me sir again,” he commands, panting. His cock slides in and out of me underneath my tartan skirt, and he pulls my hair so I arch my back as he runs his mouth down to suck a nipple.

“Oh sir,” I moan, “please don’t report me. Please, oh sir, SIR” An wave takes me, running up and down my body, and I scratch his back with my nails as I come, one glorious orgasm after another. With a cry he comes too, and we lie back against the desk, smug in the aftermath of a lesson well learnt.

“Give it to me,” I told him. Boredom was making me demanding.
“No way,” he said. “You can’t always be in control”.

Was that a pointed comment? It was entirely possible he was referring to our habit of fucking whenever I was drunk. But of course he might have been simply talking about the remote. He didn’t let go of my wrist, so I started attacking him with my other hand, swatting at him. With one fluid movement he flicked the remote across the room, grabbed my other wrist and spun me over so that he had both my arms pinned behind my back.
“I said no”.

I was now bent over the arm of the sofa, and he was pressed up against me, trapping me in position. I couldn’t help myself, the feel of his body thrust up against mine was arousing, so I pushed back, rubbing against him. I could feel him stiffening.

“You like this, don’t you?” he leered in my ear “I bet you want me to fuck you again”.
“I could care less, really,” I said. “I just want the channel changed”.
He tightened one hand around my wrists, bringing his right hand out to stroke my breast through my t-shirt.

“Are you sure?” His finger circled my nipple, which betrayed me by hardening. I pushed back into him a little more but said nothing.

“I bet if I went a little further, I’d find out just how much you want this.” His hand slid into the waistband of my skirt, and slipped into my underwear. I moaned as his finger lightly caressed my hood for a brief second, and then gasped as he thrust a finger inside me.

“You’re so fucking wet right now, you dirty bitch,” he laughed, as he pulled out his finger. “Taste that”. He slid his finger across my lips and into my mouth, and I tasted my own salty sweet tang, and ran my tongue across his thumb which he slid in as well.
“Now if you ask nicely, I’ll give you what you so clearly want. But I want you to beg for it”.

He twisted my nipple, hard this time, and laughed as I arched my back. That bastard. I tried to wriggle my arms free, but he had them pinned expertly.
“Say it, and you’ll get to what’s coming to you”.

By now he was grinding against my back, and I didn’t think he would hold out on me much longer. But I didn’t want to have to wait.
“Just admit it. Say that you’re sick kinky bitch, and being tied up makes you hot”.
He didn’t normally talk like this, but I was loving it.
“Okay, I admit it,” I capitulated. “I’m a fucking dirty bitch and I want you to fuck me like the whore that I am”.
“Good girl,” he breathed in my ear. “Now get down on your knees”.


He released my wrists and I climbed off the couch eagerly. He undid his belt, but as I reached for him, he grabbed my wrists again, pulling them behind my back and drawing them together with his belt.


“Oh no, it’s not that easy. We’re going to play my way today”. The belt loop went around the leg of the table, leaving me completely imobilised, unless I struggled a lot – which I wasn’t inclined to do.


“Now the fun begins”. He pulled my t-shirt up over my face, blinding me, and pulled my breasts up out of their bra cups. I felt his tongue flick over my nipples, as his hand went up my thigh, parting my legs enough to pull my sodden underwear down around my knees. I quivered in anticipation of another touch from him, but instead I head him reach for something on the table. A clicking sound a second later betrayed his actions – he’d taken a photo of me on his mobile phone.


“What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded.
“Easy now, you’ll get what you’re after,” he soothed,as he bent over to lick my nipples again, teasing one between his teeth lightly. “I just thought we’d have some extra fun”. He trailed his kisses down across my stomach, pulling my legs towards him, and I felt the tip of his tongue at the top of my mound. I twitched, involuntarily, and pushed up towards his mouth. That was when the doorbell went.


“FUCK! Ignore it,” I begged, “Please just fuck me. Just fuck me now”. I never said please. He must really be loving this. But instead I heard him stand up, and go to the door. I kept quiet, hoping that whoever he was with would leave quickly and not come into the lounge. I heard a male voice laughing along with my flatmate, and their footsteps came into the room.


“Bro! I didn’t think you were serious. But that’s awesome”.
I knew the voice.
“Oh she fucking wants it alright. Don’t you, Jill?” My flatmate, so arrogant. He leans over and pinches my nipples. I want him to do it again, so I have to say that yes, yes, I do. He pulls my tshirt down from off my face, and reveals his workmate standing in front of me. I’ve met him a few times, he always seemed to be a decent enough guy, but like my flatmate has a nasty mouth from working in hospitality. The friend knelt down beside me.


“Are you sure? I don’t want to force you or anything”. That unexpected niceness doesn’t fit with the tone of the afternoon, but I appreciate the gesture, so I smile, and ask him to kiss me. His mouth is hesitant on mine at first, and then firmer. He cups the back of my head with one hand as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, and his other hand fumbles with the clasp of my bra. His hands aren’t as large as my flatmates, but I’m not complaining as he grabs my breasts hard, using two hands as his knees push mine apart.


My flatmate unloops the belt from the table leg, and I fall forward, glad to have use of my hands again. His friend unzips his fly, and guides my head towards his cock, half poking out of his boxer shorts already. I look up at him through my hair as my flatmate raises my arms to pull my t-shirt over my head. “Fuck she’s got fantastic tits, bro,” says the friend. “You’ve been fucking this all this time?” He squeezes them again, really hard, and bends down to put a nipple in his mouth, sucking away while rubbing at his cock. My flatmate moves behind me, kissing my neck and grabbing my ass. I can feel his breath heavy in my ears, and I know he’s anxious to get inside me, so I lean forward and open my mouth to his friend.


I run my tongue along the length of his cock, swirling around the tip, and with my fingers I pull back the foreskin ever so gently. I cup his balls with my other hand, and plunge as much of his shaft as I can manage into my mouth, smiling as I see him roll back his eyes in pleasure. I concentrate as hard as I can on my smooth strokes, but my flatmate has now rolled on a condom behind me, and is using his nimble fingers to guide himself into my cunt. He holds me around the waist, pulling me back into him with each thrust, while his friend has his hands locked around my head, trying to keep me in place.


I don’t like the feeling of being fought over like this, so I decide to finish his friend quickly. I rub my finger across my cunt, teasing my clit a little as I do, so that it is slippery with my juice, and slide it over the friend’s perenium. I increase the speed at which my lips are sliding over his cock to match the extra pressure.


“Oh fuck, jesus,” he cries “Oh god, you are so fucking good at this”. His hands grasp my head tighter and tighter as I hear my flatmate laughing behind me, his body slamming into mine, so I slide my finger up into his asshole. He comes instantly, with a loud groan. I swallow his cum as he pulls out of my mouth and slumps against the floor. My flatmate takes a hand off my waist and slides it down to rub my clit, determined to take me to the edge. His other hand finds my breasts, while he sinks his teeth into my neck. “You fucking cum-guzzling slut” he yelps. “you fucking dirty whore. His friend is recovered enough now to have pulled out his camera phone, and is laughing. “We’re going to put you on the internet where everyone can see what a slut you are” he breathes, as he rubs at his cock again.


Amazingly enough, he’s hard again, and rolls on a condom as well. “Bro, let me have a shot”. Obligingly, he and my flatmate trade places, and my flatmate kisses me for the first time that day, a rough, vicious kiss. “I want to come all over your tits,” he says, always a smooth talker, and he shoves his cock into my mouth. His friend meanwhile has his fingers burrowed inside me. He tries to slide his cock into my asshole, but I’m having none of that, so he pushes it inside my cunt hard, and slaps my ass to show me that I’m not in charge. He’s grabbing at my breasts while my flatmate is guiding my head with his hands, so my hands are free to roam down to touch myself. As I am fucked faster and faster from both ends, so do my fingers rotate quicker on my clit, and soon I am panting from my own touch. I feel so full up of cock that when the orgasm comes, it shakes me from top to toe.


My spasming vagina sends a wave into the friend behind me, and he groans out loud again, and I feel him go limp. I’m still in the last throes of ecstasy when my flatmate pulls out his cock and his warm cum streams across my breasts. We collapse in a heap, panting hard, sweating with the last of the afternoon sun. I reach over for the mobile phones and delete the photos of me. I’m not willing to surrender that much control.