Hetero Male Dominant, 38,
| I am a 38yr old Dominant, Straight Male who has been into the lifestyle for around 13years actively. Plus 2 years prior to that in Observing and Learning. I am seeking a sub/slave female whom is confident and comfortable in her sub-nature. Because the Biggest challenge and issue in this lifestyle is Learning to be comfortable and accept Who W/we are. I am not age obsessed. But I do favor submissives between 18 and 30. But have owned women as much as 16yrs my senior. So age is less demand.
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12/14/2012 8:01:59 AM
MEL'S LUNCH DATE
Oh she is so Gorgeous! 5 feet 2 inches tall. Long luscious auburn hair cascading over her back and shoulders. Her skin so soft and creamy and the softest eyes that have ever laid eyes upon me. She has a smile that will brighten the room on the gloomiest of days. Her name is Melody, and she is my fianc?and the woman with whom I plan to spend the rest of my life with. But I am certain from my own readings that it is not the soft sensual sappy stuff that has you here.
Not long ago I moved my fianc?in with me. For a long time she was developing a justified complaint that seeing as how my work shift opposed her own that I should start stopping by and taking her to lunch. I told her I would but after a couple weeks she brought it up again. I felt like a total heel, I had totally forgotten about it. So I made plans right the and there. But only, in my head!
The Next day I showed up to her workplace at around 12 or 12:30 in the afternoon, to take her to lunch. She had gotten up and ready and was dressed and out the door before I could see her. So when I saw her I was pleasantly surprised. She was wearing a dark blue suit coat over top of a white satin button down, and a dark blue skirt to match her jacket. On her neck dangled the same gold cross the always wore. It accented the cleavage of her shapely C-cup breasts. The bottom bit of the cross dangled teasingly over her cleavage just at the beginning of her deep valley.
She had not been expecting me so she had yet to look up from her work. She was wearing a pair of reading glasses that seemed to add just that extra something to set off even more of her radiant beauty. When first seeing her I was struck speechless. No surprise really, she always caused a moment of breath taking speechlessness whenever I would lay eyes upon her. Most especially the first time each day. It was like laying eyes on her for the very first time. Not today, but the first time EVER laying eyes upon her. She never ceased to have that effect on me.
So anyway, I had arrived a little early so I could afford those minutes of standing and staring, watching as she worked. Watching her little expressions of her eyebrows crinkle up as she thinks hard or is momentarily perplexed. Or the purse of her lips as she sighs and stops to clear her thoughts before pouring over more reading, and more documents. My god she drove me wild. I could actually feel my hear pounding from my chest. I was reminded then and there of why I decided 6 months ago that I wanted to never have to miss a day of getting to lay my eyes upon her for the rest of hour lives.
I think I stood there for about 5 or 10 minutes before she felt me watching or maybe noticed a shadow in the doorway, but finally she looked up. My heart skipped a beat when her face lit up with a smile that would pale a thousand stars.
She practically leapt over her desk as she ran around and leapt into my arms. I was forced to catch myself and her when she nearly knocked us both to the hall floor. I picked her up and hugged her in a returning embrace and spun her through her office.
"What Are you doing here?" She asked with a knowing smile.
"What do you mean? I am here to take you to lunch silly." I battled back.
"Were you expecting someone else?" I asked in mock defensive tone.
She swatted me playfully squealing a "no way bucko!" and hurried around her desk and grabbed for her purse. I lead her out to the car and off to lunch we went.
Settling into our seats at a local restaurant I ordered a beer and asked her what she would like to drink. Being on her lunch from work she ordered only a coke. We sat there a few minutes and I asked her what she wanted for dinner tonight. She gave me her "are you sure that is your first beer look ".
"What does it matter to you, you will be at work." She said somewhat sarcastically.
I grinned back at her and proceeded to tell her I took the rest of the week off for vacation and would be changing to first shift the following week.
I thought I was going to have to pick her jaw up off of the table.
"You're kidding me!!!!" she said.
"Nope! I put in the request nearly a month ago, on a bid sheet. I got the call this morning to find out I got it. So when the boss told me I asked him to put me off for the week for vacation." I said.
"I have no idea what I want for dinner. Why don't you surprise me" he said. "But I do know that I want you for dessert every night from now on" she demanded.
Having finished our lunch I drove her back to work, hugged her tight and close before letting her out of the car, and headed for home. I had much more planning to complete after all.
Once I got home I began our dinner. Cutting up carrots, broccoli and cauliflower for steaming, and slide a Prime rib roast into the oven to slow cook and baste for the last few hours of her shift. Then once dinner was started and well under way I took off back to town and bought a bottle of pink champagne and a couple of crystal wine glasses. On the way home I stopped at the local Hardware store and picked up a nylon rope.
When I arrived back at home I put the champagne on ice and settled in to watch TV for the last hour and a half remaining. All I could do was sit there grinning devilishly and anxious as a mother fucker at the night to come.
Oh Damn! The Candles! I thought. And jumped up to search for some long candles and some fancy sconces. Finally finding some and setting them up and set the rest of the table. She would now be pulling in at about any time.
About 10 to 15 minutes later I heard the familiar sound of her car in the drive way and quickly lit the candles and dimmed the lights. The champagne bottle, the ice, and the crystal glasses setting the room in a reflected glow of the candles as she entered through the front door.
Sure enough for the first half minute or so she allowed me I stood there and stared at her. Almost not knowing what to say. Her beauty again leaving me speechless.
I laughed at first as she darted across the room nearly in tears as she took in the sight and the setting I had created. The environment seethed romance almost as brilliantly as her beauty could draw a crowds attention.
The stereo was playing an old classic rock tune. (neither of us being a big fan of instrumental music this seemed to go well.) I circled the table and pulled out her chair. With a fluid grace that she alone can accomplish she took her seat as I slid her gently to the table. Kissing her gently as I made my way to the oven.
We ate dinner in near silence. Spending most of the hour eating and matching each others gaze and breathing in the surrounding atmosphere. We engaged in some idle chit chat as I enquired of her day at work and she grilled me rather relentlessly about the amount of planning this took and then of course the cost. I told her to hush, we could afford a nice night.
My foot raised between her thighs about 3 quarters of the way through our meal. Sliding up her skirt to nudge her clit. She never wore panties except for when necessary so I knew the only barrier was my own sock. She grinned at me with the most devilish grin that melted me so completely. After teasing her thoroughly I stopped and told her she could have no more before thoroughly completing whatever work she brought home with her.
"I want nothing distracting you when we go through the rest of the night I have planned" I told her, and if her work was done then that would not be in her mind.
With a pouty face she shoved away from the table and padded down the hall to her office, briefcase in hand. I gave her all of 15 minutes to get good and settled into her work. Then I entered her office and pretended to love up to her from behind her desk chair.
The shocked look on her face as she felt the cuffs lock onto her wrist was sheer priceless! I then withdrew the rope I had bought previously, and tied it tightly to the chain of her cuffs, And pulled her over her desk . Then I pulled the rope under the desk and tied it firmly to her ankles just loose enough not to cause her pain.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" she squealed.
"Be quiet slut!" I demanded.
I then grabbed her skirt and unzipped the back of it and yanked it down, exposing her tight and pert ass! Then lifting the back of her shirt up over her back so nothing obstructed my view.
She looked back at me with fire and defiance in her eyes as I looked on at her beautiful ass and fine pussy lips. The lips that defied her anger and glistened lightly of her sweet and musky scented arousal.
" Are you enjoying this?" I asked. Pulling a spray bottle of icy water out from beneath her chair and spritzing it over her ass.
"NO Damn it now Untie me!" she demanded with a hint of fury in her voice. But only a hint and the only contradiction to the arousal told by the rest of her flesh.
I brought my hand down across her ass.
"Enjoying it now?" I enquired. "Answer me with Yes Master when you respond!" I added.
Again she shook her head with defiance and growled as she pulled against her bonds.
I brought my hand down again.
"Now?!" I asked. Failing to conceal the smile in my voice.
"Fuck you! No! Now un-fucking-Tie!!" me She Demanded.
and I watched her ass turn a nice rosy shade of red.
"OWWWWW! Ok! Ok!" she cried! "Yes I like it. I? I love it! Yes Master I a enjoying it." She said through a shaky voice.
Smiling I leaned forward and gently soothed and caressed her ass. Soon the caressing and rubbing became kneading and massaging. My finger tips invading the crack of her pretty ass, while she moaned and whimpered in pleasure and the burning pain from her hot and rosy ass.
Relinquishing my grasp of her I then took a single finger and traced it down along her ass crack and teased it over her now soaking lips. She nearly broke the desk in two as she bucked and jolted hard as my fingers teased her pretty pussy lips. OH Master she exclaimed! As she relaxed and began to anxiously await whatever I had planned next.
I walked around in front of her unfastening my pants as I walked. Pulling my stiff cock out and aiming it directly at her mouth. I needed no coaxing or ordering. My little slut greedily inhaled my cock into her mouth and her throat. I began to slowly thrust and piston my cock in and out of her waiting and hungry mouth.
I began to gasp and moan at the magic her tongue worked on my cock. Even with her hands bound and unable to be used she still gave a fantastic blow job. My gasps and heavy breathing seemed to almost challenge her to entice my cock to even further pleasure sensations. Oh my god I moaned?.. Yes Suck me slut. Make me cum.
I piston in and out of her engulfed mouth. My hips starting to buck involuntarily as my orgasm draws nearer. Reaching down and pulling her nipples as I felt the familiar heat and tightening in my balls.
"I am going to cum baby!" I gasped.
Almost before I finished my cock erupted in the back of her throat! She did not lose one drop either?. She held my cock sucked tightly into her mouth until she had managed to clean very last drop.
I moved back behind her and kneeled and with my thumbs I pulled her slick pussy lips apart and wasted no time in pressing my lips and tongue hard to her waiting and throbbing clit. I sucked and nibbled and probed her sopping pussy with my tongue and fingers. Only stopping to bury my tongue deep inside her ass.
Her body tossed and threw and writhed on her desk. Her hair flying wildly about the desk, flinging pens, pencils and papers everywhere. Her juices are so sweet and tasty I cannot get enough. I need her to explode on my tongue.
"Cum on me you little slut! Cum on my tongue!" I demanded.
As if on cue her body raised up and bucked against her bindings and the desk. Her ass settling firmly against my face as my tongue darted so deep. Lapping, licking and sucking every last drop of your cum and pussy juice. She writhed and gyrated on my face and tongue. Squirming and squealing with the pleasures of her orgasm.
"Oh MY GOD!!!! That was absolutely amazing!" she said.
It was just about that moment I slammed my cock deep inside her scalding and sopping pussy. But even wet as she was her cunt squeezed my cock like a vice!
"OHHHHHHHHH!" she let out in a low guttural moan. "Ohhhh!! Yes Fuck me!" She said.
I began pumping my cock like a jackhammer in and out of her pussy. She came and came on my cock. Squealing and screaming louder than before through each one. After about 25 minutes of good hard fucking I exploded deep inside her pussy and released her bonds. We fell to the floor of her office panting in a deep and satisfied trembling.
I lifted her and carried her to the main living room and laid us both in front of the Large stone fire place. Our naked bodies tight together and warm inside each others embrace.
"I love you" We said almost in perfect Unison as we laid there and napped. We awoke periodically and made love all night long. With her ending up calling off of work the next day.
12/14/2012 8:00:31 AM
"ATTENTION:The following story is a work of fiction about Real people whose names and Identities have been changed and/or altered for the sake of their privacy. While the events in question may or may not have occurred. If you are offended by Adult Content, Language or explicit sexual Content. Then you should close this screen now."
My name is Jason, and I am a 33-year-old bachelor, living in an average sized city just east of Columbus, Ohio. Aside from a few bars, taverns, and a few hole-in-the-wall dives; our local nightlife tends to be a little on the dull side. I mean, if you are like me and can be perfectly happy going into a favorite bar, shooting some pool and drinking a few beers. Then it is not too bad of a scene.
But if you are hoping to hook up with a horny little fantasy nymph and a night or two of passion, then you had better drink up and pray that one of the local barflies will suffice. Oh there are plenty of hot sexy women to be found here. But to find one that is single, let alone interested in men?
You may have better luck getting your hands on the Holy Grail.
So you can imagine how insanely dull and uneventful ones social life can become. Especially when a one-night stand is just not an event that grasps your interests . Now I know I am certainly no tightly packaged Adonis, but that doesn't mean I have to settle for less than what I like, or look for in a lover.
Even Joe Schmoe can have Filet Mignon on a silver platter once in a while. But anyhow enough of the boring life in this town, and enough of my boring references to myself. Let's get to the story at hand."
But the cherry that topped this leather and flesh sundae was not the sight of her dressed in such away.
It was the complete and total lack of resistance that met me as I took her into my arms caressed my hands over her smooth and supple flesh, and drawing forth the most deliciously soft moan as she wrapped her arms around my neck and shoulders and ground herself against me.
So here I am in a restaurant kitchen, holding my supervisor who also happens to be dressed in a thong and corset, as she presses herself against me.
I dipped slowly, bending at the knees and lifted her, wrapping her thighs around me and carrying her to the back by the office. Setting her gently on one of the prep tables for the fax line. Once back there my lips are hungrily pressed to hers as I slowly and gently slid my thumbs up her inner thighs. While rubbing my thumb over the leather thong teasing and tantalizing her sensitive sex.
By now the sweet musky scent of her arousal is spreading it's aromatic scent through the air and intoxicates me. My thumbs slowly hook inside her thong, and fights and tugs it down her smooth and creamy ass and legs. The scent of her sexual perfume dominates the air as I kissed down her neck and across her chest, teasing and flicking my tongue between the soft Globes of her small and perky breasts.
Now I love corsets, and I think they are the sexiest item of undergarment a woman can wear. So I have no problem going on about my ministrations without removing a corset, and in this case, that is exactly what I didn't do. I left the thigh high boots and corset on her as I dropped slowly to myvknees. Starting just above the line of her boots I began softly and gently kissing, nibbling, and licking my way up her thighs.
I then slowly and teasingly I dragged my tongue in a long circle around her soft and warm wet center. I took my time teasing and savoring every moment of her tortured pleasure. Continuing this agonizing ritual for a good 20 minutes before I began lapping and licking her sweet and delicious pussy. By this time if there is anyone else outside, they are definitely hearing Kristina as she bucks, and thrashes against my face.
Her squeals and moans are drowning out any ambient noise and the screams of her pleasure and the prep-table she is writhing on thuds loudly against the wall.
Over and over again she continues her mewling and thrashing as I send her over the edge into one blissful orgasm after another. Licking, sucking, and pulling hungrily on her erect and engorged clit as I simultaneously slip my two middle fingers inside her without ever breaking my tongue's rhythm.
After nearly 45 minutes of sending her into agonizing tortures of delicious oral pleasure she pulls my mouth to hers and kisses me deeply. Lapping every last glistening drop of her juices off of my cheeks and face, while simultaneously tearing loose my pants and belt. I am in rapture as the vixen of my deepest desires fiendishly attacks my pants trying to get to my cock.
Finally after what must have been too much anticipation, with an exasperated moan she grasps my rigid and granite hard member, and pulls me into her wet pussy. In one smooth thrust, Kristina pulls her heels against my ass and urges me deeper into her dripping pussy.
My eyes lock with hers and I give her a wicked smile as I grasp her hips and thrust myself into her. Grasping her hips firmly, I lift her petite form and press her back down on my rock hard cock. Her powerful muscles and pussy walls grip me like a warm wet hand as she fights back the urge to set her own pace. Her face is buried in my neck and shoulders as her arms wrap tightly around me. Her only change of movement is a slow, hard grind at the end of each thrust of her body on to my rigid shaft.
Her moans and cries of pleasure grow louder and more drawn out as the intense and warm tingle begins to build deep inside my groin. My own body begins to respond heavily, as my breathing is deep and erratic.
Short, pleasured moans, combined with loud growls and gasps as my own orgasm becomes inevitable. Pulling out so that only the very tip of my cock is still inside her, and slamming balls deep back inside her. Each time I enter her bringing mewling moans of pleasure and lustful groans of pain as my cock batters her cervix. While each, and every thrust causes the pressure in my groin to increase as I hold my release in check.
Faster and harder I slam in and out of her hungry pussy, pounding her in long hammering thrusts. The sounds of our combined passion louder than anything else in the store. Growling even louder as the pressure is almost too much, as I look directly into those striking green eyes that are right now glazed over with passion, and lust. Kristina looks back at me with those twin jewels of sparkling emeralds and licks her lips as she senses my impending orgasm. Each pounding thrust tearing a loud squeal, and mewling whimper of pleasure from her. Throwing our heads back simultaneously, as I pump my cock deep inside hervise-like pussy and explode in thick creamy torrents of my hot seed.
The walls of her pussy are like a clamp around my cock holding me deep inside her hot core. The first shots of my cum splash and coat the walls of her womb, send her crashing mercilessly over the edge and plunge her into yet another orgasm, bucking and thrashing on my cock as she does.
For the next several minutes we just stood there. Our bodies still locked together, as the velvet walls of her pussy milk my cock of every last drop of my thick semen. Our arms still wrapped around one another as mwe remain motionless. Neither of us in any particular hurry to come back down to Earth. Our last shudders of pleasure have barely passed through us when we are torn from our shared euphoria by the door buzzer.
Like a shot Kristina is sliding off my cock and in her office closing the locked door as I quickly and silently fix my clothes, before letting my co-workers in. For some reason I was now sure that this was shaping up to be one seriously great day. One that I truly hoped would be the first of many.
12/14/2012 7:58:29 AM
"THE CLAIMING OF AMANDA RAE"
The story begins around the time I was about 25 years old. I had been out of the Army about 4 years. when I ran into Jim and Amanda Rae while out for drinks. I had not seen Amanda Rae in probably 8 years or more. Not since High School anyhow, and after a few games of pool and a few beers, they invited me to dinner at their place for the following evening.
I was at first reluctant to accept given my level of attraction to Amanda Rae. One that had been strong since our teenage years. Now 8 years later she was still stunning. Amanda Rae stands about 5ft. 1in. Tall. She has long dark brown hair. Dark like Chestnuts, soft blue/gray eyes, fair but not pale complexion. Kind of a light caramel color that tans to a deep golden brown that the sun generally bleaches natural honey highlights into. But then there is her figure. She is Petite, and as I said 5ft 1in tall, and about 125 - maybe 130lbs. In high school she had always been into Volleyball and Softball so she was quite athletic built. Now she had not lost a single step. Her breasts had always been a bit on the larger side, and still were at a 40-DDD, a tight tummy and wide almost betty boop class hips. She was a 50's and 60's pin-up Goddess!
So Saturday being the next day, I stop for a couple of 12pks of Amberbock and MGD, also picking up a bottle of Cabo Wabo tequila on the way. The invitation was for 6 and I arrived fashionably late at around 10 after. They asked me if I was planning to go on a binge, having brought so much alcohol. But seemed more than willing to pop open some beers and join me in a few while dinner was finishing being cooked.
For probably the next hour or so all was good. Then Jim asked about the Cabo... "Isn't that the tequila Sammy Hagar owns and distills?" Apparently he was familiar with Toro and Jose, but had never tried Cabo.
So Amanda Rae cut up some lime and brought out some salt, while I poured the first round. We kept it relaxed with 2 or 3 shots each. But those shots really hit my two hosts like a freight train hits a hay wagon. But surprisingly, and much to their credit, they were able to roll on for some more beer and chitchat. This is where the conversation got interesting.
Jim became quite comfortable with he and Amanda Rae's sex life, and once he started Amanda Rae was more than okay with filling in the blanks. Apparently they married for love and gave little thought to their sex life. Jim had apparently been skipped when his genes took the train to endowment. For a guy who stood 6ft 2in and was an easy 230lbs. he was only equipped with a 4 1/2 incher at full mast.
Believe you me this conversation had certainly crossed into TMFI territory. No, I wasn't exactly comfortable with the topic. Mostly because I was having such a hard time not laughing from the mental imagery this was creating. But I managed to keep a hold of my manners despite my current condition. That is truly a feat for those whom know me. My mouth tends to have no shame when sober. Let alone 5 beers and 2 shots in.
Once the personal and intimate details were out of the way they began to tell me about the fantasies and RP they used to pick up the slack in their loveplay. Mostly the usual, daddy and his babygirl, cops and speeder etc. But then they went onto tell me their biggest sexual fantasy. It was a bit darker and was about a home invasion where a man broke in and bound him in the spare bedroom, then had his way with his unwilling wife in their marital bed. At this point they had my full undivided attention. I was by this point totally convinced that it was cabo, whom had loosened this fantasy from their vault of "Never-tells" and definitely not to a kinkster friend who used to date the lady involved. Whatever the reasoning, I had begun hanging on the words in their fantasy. Even wrote some of the key details down in my address book. So I could be certain to remember them all when I needed to.
Shortly after all this my hosts began showing signs of having pushed the limits of their day and were passing out. So I grabbed what remained of the Amberbock and went home. I couldn't help but jack off to the mental imagery of Amanda Rae bound and gagged with a cloth or gagged on a hard cock while her husband was helpless to do more than listen.
My first thought was damn! what a low down friend I am to be getting off on their imagined plight. But then I thought about it. If it was truly a wishful fantasy, then they may have needed the tequila to confess this darker side of their sexuality. So, I started thinking about it and the more I thought about it. The more I began to come up with a scenario to make their fantasy night come true.
I spent the next 2 weeks planning and plotting, then scrapping and replanning the possible scenarios. My first idea was to bring in someone I know who does similar shit, but quickly dismissed it. That friend uses similar tactics to collect money owed to him or his biker club. No use exposing Jim and especially Amanda Rae to someone who might not know when to stop. No... It would have to be me. The more I committed myself to it the more I looked forward to doing it. I was going to invade their home by force and have my way with Amanda Rae while her husband could only listen. Well, atleast that was the initial plan anyhow. By the time I actually made my move, I had settled on a new twist of my own.
So you know where the story is going and where it began. You know what Amanda Rae looks like and what Jim's physique is anyhow. 6ft 2in, 230lbs. with Straw-blonde hair and a pale complexion. Sort of a real life Ken - Doll from Barbie. He also has Green eyes and a 3inch killa of phallic-manila!
You now know as well that I had personally taken on the duty of making their little no-tell never-tell fantasy come true. So now I will tell you a little about myself. My name is Jay Kenton. My friends and those who have known me long enough just call me Chaos. It's kind of been my nickname and high school football legacy. Mainly because my physique kinda contradicted my speed and quickness on the football field. At 5ft 6inches tall and weighing about 160 I looked like a stocky sawed off whisky barrel on legs. Not fat by any means, atleast not in HS or at the time of this story anyhow. I had short sandy brown hair, softer brown eyes, and a reddish tan complexion that darkened to native American red-brown in the summer. I was for the most part quite average looking. Aside from dressing more like a biker and having a bit less shame than I had in high school, not much had changed. The thing that broke the mold where the average line was, was my cock. No I was not gifted with some foot long appendage. I had a just above average length of 7 1/2 inches. But my girth is what had always been and still is my ace in my sleeve. I have not measured its circumference, but I can tell you that when fully erect I am thicker than a beer bottle, and barely fit inside a pringles can. Yep, built and hung like a whisky cask. But believe it or not it was not always a gift. I can promise you it got me as many nights with the woman having no interest in the least of having my cock split them open.
Now lets get back to the story. Between the night of our candid drinking session and the night that I actually put my plan into action, 4 weeks had gone by. We had shared a couple dinner nights and drinks at the bar. But if they remembered the topic of discussion then they were not going there again. Maybe in hope that they really hadn't shared and I didn't bother reminding them. In fact part of my plan's success hinged on them not remembering any too soon. The rest of my plan hinged on me being able to predict their behaviour. So before I made my move I downed a beer, slammed a shot of cabo, and poured the same on my shirt and pants. I am not a complete idiot. A home invasion wrap is atleast a 2 year sentence, added to a potential rape and other charges I had to hope that appearing to be highly intoxicated would hopefully bring friendly, though annoyed concern. That was just how Jim and Amanda Rae were. If a drunken friend is behaving erratically. They're first instinct is to comfort the friend in need.
When I arrived at their house, I left the lights on, and staggered to the door, then taking 5 sober steps, kicked the front door open with a loud crash! Yelling and slurring that Jay is Home! There were the telltale footfalls of them running to investigate and I heard Jim say... "wait! don't call yet It's just jay. He's just drunk. Lets see what's wrong first. "
As he made his way downstairs, I slipped behind the coat rack, as he reached the last step, using a maneuver we practiced in counter terrorism for disarming and disabling potential threats, I took him quickly to the floor and bound his wrists with a zip-tie. I then gagged him and while he struggled mentally with my actions, I quickly secured the front door then grabbed my bag of tricks that I left on the porch before kicking in the door. Then using his forearms I leverred his larger frame to his feet and then made him lead the climb upstairs toward where Amanda Rae awaited news on what was happening.
Again my predictions were spot on. When Amanda Rae first seen Jim bound and gagged with me pushing him into the bedroom. Instead of 911 she yelled; "Jay! WTF is WRONG what the hell are you doing to Jim?" I simply shrugged drunkenly, and slurred; "Only what's necessary."
Now in their fantasy, Jim gets bound and immobillized in the spare bedroom. I think it was a safety net. Hotter heard than it might be to watch. But this is also where I boosted the dramatic flare. I believed he had to be able to see it happen, if he would be able to cope with it later. To see that she was fucked hard. To see that no real harm came to her beyond a good fucking.
So instead of taking him into the spare bedroom, I tied him to a metal chair they had in their bedroom, and sat him at the foot of the bed. Once he was tightly secured and I knew he couldn't get free, I then turned on the lights and set up my camcorder. I then opened my bag and took out a red silk mini wrap and matching babydoll teddy. "If you don't want Jim harmed, put these on. Nothing else and you can change right here. Nothing you reveal now will avoid my eyes later either."
Concern now shifting to Jim, and confusion lead to her slipping off her pj's and only soft wimpers of fear and hmmphs of annoyance left her lips. Once she finished changing, a spectacle which had been the beginning of the recorded event, I then told her to spread herself before her husband on the bed and masturbate herself. As she did so I told her to tell him to take a good look at this hungry pussy. Because tonight for the first time since they married, her pussy would be truly sated. Her cunt would be newly owned.
The things I made her say began to turn the little mynx on. Whether from the lude shameful behaviour she was having to enact, or maybe someplace in her head she knew what was happening. But the more she fingered and teased her pussy, the hotter and nastier her words became.
While she did this, I was just beyond the camera undressing. Once I stepped to the edge of the bed, her aroused tones became suddenly uncertain.
"Jay! you don't really plan on... Bbbut! No Jay! You can't! We're married! JAY!" Amanda Rae was now protesting verbally and struggling quite fiercely. By now I was on the bed and had her by her hair with my right hand, then by the throat with my left. Just to add spice for the camera I lifted her my her throat and choke-slammed her to the bed. Instantly silencing her out of fear and shock.
"Shut UP!" I growled once I had her pinned. "Now I have lots of not so nice devices in that bag. Do as you are told or I will start giving Jim some nasty scars!" I hiss into her ear. "and don't go thinking that I wouldn't. because you and he are my friends and blah blah... Because my response. How much of what I've done already would you have thought possible of me?"
I let that sink in for a minute then once she nodded I said; "Good Girl! Now lets start this with a little bit of head eh! Suck my cock! and if you even think of biting me. I swear Jim will regret it!"
Amanda Rae seemed to ponder their situation a moment. She hesitated briefly then as though giving in to her inner desires, or playing it safe for now, she began to lick my cock. Her dainty tongue, as petite, and agile as she had always been. Began to trace along my cock. Her enthusiasm growing as her eyes got wider from the ever increasing girth of my cock. Once I was fully erect she seemed to forget this was being forced upon her.
"Jay..." she whimpered nervously... "Jay, my toys... none of them are this thick Jay! There is no way I can..." Her words suddenly choked off as I forced my shaft into her mouth. She choked and gulped around it. But soon found a pace that I allowed her to continue on her own. The longer she sucked on my shaft, the more vigorous she became. The cock hungry slut that had been created by years of being kept captive in her own mind. Locked deep down in her conscience was now taking over her morality.
Her lips stretched tight around the head of my cock. The billiards sized bulb of my cock being sucked in and out of her mouth like it held some hidden life changing sustenance. She moaned and groaned in pleasure as she bobbed voraciously.
After several minutes of her blowing me in front of her captive husband, I was drawn to a growl and groan from Jim. When I looked at him I saw him watching, and I saw the shift in him from anger, to sadness, then frustrated lust. He could not look away from the wanton cock hungry slut his wife had become before his very eyes. It was at that moment that I lost my grip. Seeing him watching his wife's transformation with a sense of eagerness. Realizing that I had just turned him into a cuckhold and he had accepted that role. I palmed Amanda Rae's gorgeous head and ground my balls into her chin as I exploded. My balls began blasting thick heavy ribbons of cum down her throat. Which she swallowed dutifully.
But even as the last shot of cum oozed from my cock she continued to nurse upon my swollen and now hyper-sensitive cockhead softly. Stroking the shaft and caressing my balls with a tender hand. She knew what she was doing. She was making certain that I remained hard and ready.
I then pulled her around by her ankles so she was laying across the bed. Insuring that mat had a clear view of my fat cock as it began forcing entry into his wife's cunt.
"But Jay! I'll never be able to take your girth!" She whimpered with uncertain fear!
Grinning down at her as my fingers stroke her clit. "Well Amanda Rae, I have always said... If it don't fit. FORCE IT!" I roared the last bit as I leaned in and drove my shaft to the hilt into her. Her hands suddenly pushing up and away at my chest even as her legs wrapped around my thighs like a vise. Amanda Rae's face buried against my chest, her teeth sunk into my left peck as she screamed. Her body both clinging and struggling for escape as she trembled from the extreme sensations of pain and being filled battered her senses.
I hesitated only a moment, barely long enough for her inner most walls to expand around me and cease their convulsing. Then even as she shook her head and uttered her pleas for me not to yet, I began easing back out of her cunt. Once the tip alone remained within her I powered back into her again. The bite she had on my chest clamped down tighter as she groaned in pleasure, pain, and growled from the overload of primal passion that now battered her core. But still I did not stop. Each thrust became the building momentum for the one to follow as I steadily began to pound that pussy without mercy. My balls slapping as my hips thumped her thighs.
After about 5 minutes of this merciless pace, I felt her suddenly begin writhing and flopping hysterically upon the bed. Her hips rolling and bucking with the relentless battering of my hips and impaling cock. Her eyes were rolled back and her body had become flushed with red from her tummy and seemed to spread outward in waves to the tips of her fingers, even to her very toes. As she was racked with the most intense orgasm that she could ever remember having.
Only then did I grant her some mercy and remained balls deep in her pussy. But I wasn't still. I ground in short rolling circles My cock being worked around her inner most depths like an auger. Her petite form now lays motionless beneath me. Her large breasts rising and falling is her only sign of life. Then I slowly pull out and snatch her up without warning. Flipping her onto her hands and knees so suddenly she can barely support her upper body in time. Her forehead finding her husband's thigh for a support as I growl suddenly.
"Well now! look at your gallant Husband! So hard and aroused is he at seeing his wife made a whore. I think he's even a half inch bigger! Now suck him! suck your husband slut!" My voice coming in low guttural growls by now. As she dutifully, whether on actual thought or obedience took him from his pajamas pants and began sucking his small but hard cock. At that exact same moment, I drove my fat shaft balls deep into her like she were a bitch in heat. Slipping my arms around her waist as I begin to fuck her hard, fast and mercilessly. My balls tightening as I increase my intensity.
Amanda Rae squeals around her husbands Vienna sausage as I batter her cunt from behind. My thrusts slowing but becoming sharper, more instinctively driven as I feel my balls tighten with cum. The pressure forming a knot out of my ball sack as it fills with semen. Then as Jim erupts into her mouth, my fat shaft explodes into her cunt. Pumping thick hot ropes of pearly white cum into the very core of her womb.
I then made her go to the bathroom and rinse her mouth and brush her teeth. While she did this I dragged her husband into the spare room, untied him from the chair, then bound his wrists and ankles behind his back. Once I covered him up I went back into the bedroom and spent the rest of the night fucking Amanda Rae. By the time the noon sun was warming the drapes, she had been fucked so many times we had both lost count.
It was 3 days later before I decided to contact them. Thinking it best to let the dust settle before seeing how they were coping. I was just dialing their number when there was a knock at the door. Amanda Rae was there, and looking nervous, but not unhappy. When I opened the door she darts right past me and drops onto the sofa.
"Where the hell did that demand for me to call you Master came from?" She asked me while breathing heavily.
"Umm... What?" I replied.
"When you were behind me, the second time. After you'd put Jim in the spare bedroom. You told me I would not know mercy until I addressed you as Master. So, Master, I am asking. Where did that come from?"
"But before you answer me Master, I want to propose something that both myself and my husband have agreed to try. If the idea pleases you. We are offering you me. I spend a weekend or week with you. I spend 2 weekends or weeks with him." She finishes rather nervously.
"When you are with me, I own you. You do as I wish, when I wish it, or your fate, in terms of punishment is mine to determine." I finish her proposal with my own.
"I will be your Master, Owner, and Lord. You will see me second only to God." I continue.
"Yes Master" She accepts.
"You will eat when I tell you to eat. Wear only what I choose for you to wear. You will know this choice because I will have it laid out for you. If nothing is laid out. Then you wear only this." As I hold up the black leather Collar.
"As your slut, your, whore your slave. Master" She confirms.
So began on that day, a 4 year relationship. Two Men, one woman. One Master, One Husband, one slut.
-Master of Chaos and his Amanda Rae-
14, December, 2012