Karens 3WAY

"Ok. Patrick that's enough, untie me" Karen said as she watched her lover Patrick circle the bed. It had seemed a good idea to experiment with a little bondage. A bottle of wine had made her adventurous, and her lover had just returned from a long business trip. She wanted to be good for Him, but His attitude had changed. After he tied the last knot in the rope, securing her ankle to the bottom corner of the bed, He had stood back and looked at her with a hungry, slightly demonic expression.

She lay spread eagled on the bed, legs askew and all her womanly charms open for him to see. she and Patrick had been lovers for two years and he had seen every inch of her flesh many times before, but now she felt her cheeks becoming warm with a girlish blush. Being helpless like this made her uncomfortable, but also slightly excited. If only the evil look would leave His eye. But it didn't. He now stood at the bottom of the bed looking directly into her wide open cunt.
 
Karen, almost without thinking, tried to close her legs, but it
was useless, the bonds weren't too tight, but were very secure. She
couldn't move an inch. The rope held her legs open as wide as she
could bare, so movement only caused pain.

"Come on Patrick. This isn't funny anymore" She pleaded. But even as
she did she realized that a part of her didn't want Him to free
her. A part of her liked the evil slightly manic look in his eye. A
part of her wanted Him to...... No she couldn't. She liked new and different things but evil? she wasn't that kinky... was she?

Patrick moved around the bed until he was standing beside Karen's
head. He looked down into her, now frightened eyes. She saw no mercy
in His, Only hunger. He was still fully clothed in jeans and T-shirt. As she watched, he reached to his belt and undid the buckle. She began to talk, but he raised his finger to his mouth to signal silence. She found herself obeying without knowing why.

He removed the belt and began undoing the buttons on his jeans. Then slid down the zipper, He wore no underwear and when he dropped and stepped from his jeans his cock stood proudly in front of her face. She was so close she could see the veins pulsating with every heart beat. "Suck it." He said, and she did. She raised her head as far as she could off the pillow, He didn't move to make it easier for her, She had to strain to reach the swollen purple head of his cock with her mouth.

A drop of colorless semen gathered on the tip, She looked into Patricks eyes as she licked it off the tip of his cock, savoring the salty taste of his sex, then stretched further until she had the head of his penis in her mouth. as she sucked she could taste more of his semen as it leaked from his throbbing prick, she swallowed and sucked harder. Still he was motionless, seeming to enjoy the discomfort she was experiencing trying to get more of his cock into her mouth, eventually she couldn't hold her head up any longer and fell back onto the pillow.

"Fuck me Patrick please, Fuck me now" Patrick just smiled, and put one knee onto the bed, Then the other. Then before she realized what had happened he was straddling her chest one knee onto each armpit, He slipped his cock between her breasts and began to softly rock. Karen wanted to protest at the humiliation, but suddenly realized she was near orgasm and her cunt had never been touched. moaning deeply "please fuck me now" She pleaded but all she got in reply was a demonic smile.

Patrick began to thrust faster, Karen could see he was beginning to
lose his own composure, she realized he was going to cum and not in
her cunt... "let me suck you then Patrick please, cum in my mouth, Let me taste you at least." Patrick stopped thrusting, He knelt upright and looked down into her eyes, He reached over to where her hand was tied to the head post and untied it, "stroke me" He said, voice heavy, thick, Karen seemed to have no will of her own now an just obeyed him. she so much wanted to take him in her mouth, but his cock was just out of reach no matter how hard she stretched her neck to taste him, then almost without warning he came.
 
He came in her face.
 
He came in her hair.
 
He came onto her straining tongue as she tried to catch his
seed, she used her free hand to milk the last couple of drops into
her mouth then scooped the semen from around her mouth onto her
fingers then licked them clean.

Patrick regained his composure, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes, when he opened them again Karen was looking straight into them, her lip stick was smeared across her cum streaked face, pearly white drops of sperm clung to her hair and pooled in her cleavage. She selfconsiously looked away from her lovers intense gaze, she herself felt a sudden stab of shame as she realized what had just happened, a smile began to slowly spread itself across His face, He looked positively evil.

Looking at Him... "Are you going to untie me now" Karen asked, but much less
vehemently than before, the truth was she wasn't sure she really
wanted to be released, it was as if a trapdoor into the darker depths of her soul had been opened tonight and she found herself wondering just how deep the decent into debauchery would go. Whatever had happened to Patrick, He told her it was a business trip, had it anything to do with the trip? she wondered. He had arrived back a couple of hours ago with a bottle of Wine and
promise of a surprise for her later, the next logical step had been the bed room. So this had been his surprise, a little experimentation with bondage, she was beginning to think she could get to really enjoy this new avenue to explore.

"Do you want me to untie you." Asked Patrick as he ran a hand up the
inside of her thigh, He stopped short of her hot wet cunt, Karen looked into his eyes, He was challenging her...Slowly, without taking her eyes of Patricks intense gaze, she stretched her one free arm back to the bed post from where He had untied it, then looked down and away from her lover, as it in shame at herself. Patrick picked up the rope and tied her arm back into position, she was now spread eagled again as before.

"I think it's time for your present." Patrick said. "Oh, I thought this was my present." said Karen, a little confused. Patrick smiled his demonic little smile and left the room, Karen began to feel a little panicky, What the hell was he up to? He was acting so out of character anything would be possible.
hearing a sound Karen looked at the door, Patrick walked in, He hadn't shut the door after He had walked out and only the soft sounds of His breathing alerted her that He was back.

"Karen" Patrick spoke softly, "I would like you to meet someone I met on the plane, I am sure we will all become fast friends" He moved aside and Karen saw a silhouette in the darkened doorway slowly emerge into the room. Karen softly gasped when she looked at the giant standing there, Patrick chuckled and said, "Michael this is Karen". The giant of a man nodded slightly, His mouth sliding into a huge smile, Karen trembled a bit her eyes taking in the huge frame, He was at least 6'2 with large muscles in His arms and legs, that strained against His jeans and t-shirt, though Karen could not pull her eyes away from the huge bulge in the front of His tight jeans.

Michael moved over to the bed, His eyes boring into her, looking over at Patrick, "You were right My friend, she is very lovely". Patrick stepped up to the side of the bed on the other side and looked at Michael, His face looking even more manical then earlier, "So, shall we begin?" as He looked deeply into Karens eyes.

"Now just a damn minute!!" Karen all but shrieked as the realization of just what they had in mind slammed into her brain, whimpering slightly her eyes snapped over to Patrick. Grinning a somewhat feral expression, Patrick leaned down and whispered into her ear "You have absolutely no say in this, you know that, don't you Karen?" Karen looked from one to the other for a moment and realized that in all honesty, she did not want any say. The realization both shocked and excited her...she shook her head yes to Patrick.

Michael moved to the couch and dropped His traveling bag down and began removing His clothing, sliding His shirt over the wide broad shoulders and off then unsnapping His jeans and pulling them down to leave only His briefs...Karen gaped as she watched, swallowing hard when the size of His cock became apparent "Oh my god!" she breathed. Patrick watched her reaction and grinned. Michael reached into His bag and withdrew a long object, His fingers caressing it lovingly as he turned towards Karen and the bed.

Karen almost shrieked when she saw the flogger, it was black leather and had many long, thin tails of leather that spanned down from a large knot below the handle, each tail had a small knot tied at the very end...it looked menacing, and Karen visibly blanched as Michael approached her with it in His huge hand. Standing over her at the side of the bed Michael began slowly running the soft tails along her body, paying special attention to her breasts, nipples and her now very wet cunt. Karen moaned in spite of herself when the tails softly stroked her cunt lips, causing the lips to swell with desire, by the time Michael was done she was squirming and all but begging to feel then strike her skin, Michael too was very excited, His huge cock hung rigid and the head oozing small drops of precum. He laid the flogger down and began to untie her arms and her ankles, motioning Patrick to assist.

Patrick pulled Karen up from the bed and shoved her to the floor, Michael knelt behind her and slid His fingers deeply into her hot cunt, grunting with pleasure at how wet she was, laughing He said "Girl, you like this don't you slut?" Karen moaned and actually found herself getting wetter from His words, squirming as she felt His fingers move deep into her hungry cunt and scoop out her thick heady juices and smearing them all around her asshole, almost squealing when her slid a finger into her tight star, moving it in and out, her hips bucking softly. Karen gasped and moaned as Michael suddenly pushed his gigantic cock into her ass. Patrick grinned and pulled a camera out of Michaels bag.  He said I know how much you adore pictures love.  He took a couple shots of Karen being impaled, then He came back in front of her and told her to stick out her tongue, moaning softly she stuck it out, He then grabbed its tip and placed his cock on it, snapping a picture from above. 

Michael pushed his cock deeper into Karens tight ass and grunted softly as Patrick took more pictures of Karens sweet mouth around His cock, He was seeping heavily and laid the camera down grabbing Karens hair, pulling her face into His groin making her swallow more of His throbbing cock, thrusting against her mouth, burying His cock deeper and deeper into her tight throat.

Pumping slow and steadily, Michael reached for the camera and took some pictures of Patrick's cock quickly getting buried in Karens throat, she could barely breathe, her chest rising and falling rapidly her moaning around His hard cock her own clit throbbing in need, not even at this point thinking of what she was doing or where she was, just enjoying the excitement and pleasure of her secretly favorite fantasy. Karen finally felt his pubic hair against her nose and couldn't believe it...Patrick was getting his whole cock into her mouth and throat.

Patrick thrust several more time and tensed His body, shooting His load deep into Karens throat, His cum splashing the tight warm walls as it quickly oozed down her throat, Karen sucking and drinking so as none to dribble back out the corners of her mouth. Patrick smiled in bliss as He pulled from her lips. Michael's breath started to quicken and He grabbed Karens hips pulling all the way out and in one plunge shoved totally back into her...burying it to the base, as she tried to scream Patrick put his soft cock back into her mouth to silence her. Michael pulled all the way out and then again shoved even harder and was soon fucking her with long, hard strokes, she could
feel his balls slapping into her as she fought to keep from falling forward.

Patrick just stood there letting the movement of her body and her mouth start to fuck his cock. He started to harden again. The feeling was marvelous to her as His cock slowly came back to life in her mouth. Michael started to meet the forward motion of Karens body and she was being thoroughly fucked at both ends, this was bliss as both came at nearly the same time. Karen moaned deeply, loving the flow of cum as it poured into her throat and up into her stretched and excited ass.

Michael pulled out with an audible pop from her ass and slid to the floor on His back, pulling Karen onto His lap in a straddle facing Him and impaling her on His still rigid cock. Thrusting upwards into her in a hard and steady tempo. Moaning and gasping Karen moved her hips in time with Him, her body on fire and her passions mounting she was unaware of Patrick until she felt Him straddly her ass cheeks and slide His cock into her ass in one thrust. Eyes flying open and looking down into Michaels face...leaning down and pressing her mouth to His to keep from screaming out in pure pleasure. Never had she felt such intensity as both cocks filled her two holes her own orgasm hovering, sliding her long fingers into Michaels hair, thrusting and pumping her ass and hips as her release explodes in her sex, moaning and crying out as waves of sheer pleasure pour over her.

Karen writhed and squirmed sandwiched between the two of them, not even aware that all 3 came at close to the same moment. Their bodies slowing, Patrick slides from Karens ass and sprawls out onto the floor as Karen slips off of Michael and slumps to the floor on top of the soft carpet, cum oozing down her inner thighs from her spent and throughly used cunt and ass, moaning softly she closes her eyes unable to even speak, she drifts.

Karen startles awake to voices, opening her eyes she finds herself back on the bed, having no idea how. Feeling a presence she sees Michael standing above her a wide smile on His handsome features "I am this way often, I look forward to the next time" He leans down and kisses her lips softly and picking up His bag He slips out the door. Karen looks around the room and spots Patrick sitting on the end of the bed looking at her happily. Karen stares at Him for several minutes...Patrick shifts slightly wondering how angry she is when He hears her say..."Um...so, when is Your next business trip love?" Karen chuckles softly and slips further into the sheets and closes her eyes, sighing contently.

THE END

story by sweet-heat 

        His Control

she stood before him, eyes downcast which was His desire and proper. She had already removed most of her clothing as he instructed and now was clad only in one of his dress shirts and plain white cotton panties. He leaned back in his chair and pushed himself away from the desk.

 "Come here," he commanded. She took a step but was halted by a harsh "no". "You know better than that," he told her, "on your knees." She lowered herself onto all fours and crawled the distance of the office, she rose to a kneel before him. "Closer," he cooed. She moved until she was between his knees. "Now, my little slut, I have been thinking about your soft mouth around my cock all day." He ran his fingers through her dark red hair while the other hand unbuckled his belt and slid his zipper down.

"I shall tell you what to do, my sweet heat. I want you to pull my cock out and taste me. Now, now, don't give me that look, I know you want it. sluts like you always do." Her fingers were warm as they closed around his shaft. "Good. Now, warm the head with your tongue." She hesitated for a moment, but then leaned down and drew slow, wet circles over his strained flesh. He adored the sight and the feeling. She started to wrap her warm, wet lips around the head, an action that was rewarded with a sharp slap on the ass with his belt. "I didn't tell you to do that,you know to worship it first" he smirked. Obediently, she returned her tongue only to the head. He allowed her to relish him and worship His cock for a few moments more. "Because I wish it, I will not deny you that which you want most. Take me all the way into your mouth slut...Slowly."

He groaned as He slid past her perfect lips and over her pallet. He felt her body jerk as the gag reflex protested, but she eased him past. He could feel the fluttering muscles of her throat trying to reject. She continued until her nose was nearly touching his stomach. He made her stay there, thoroughly enjoying her discomfort and his control. her breathing was ragged and her eyes had begun to water. She whimpered slightly and was greeted with another welt on her upturned ass. "Silence! You know you are not to speak until granted permission."

Finally, he tapped her on the shoulder, an indication to begin. Her head began to rise and fall in perfect rhythm, her thick red tresses brushing over his hips. He settled himself into the chair and enjoyed the view. She was always so beautiful when her mouth was wrapped around his cock. Her eyes closed and her brows knit in concentration. He could see her tits from his vantage, bouncing slightly with each mouth stroke.  He could barely make out the pink of her hard nipples through the lace.

The wet sounds her mouth made as she sucked his cock made him groan in delight. He watched for a few moments more and then pressed his head back. His eyes closed and he wound his fingers in her hair. "Make me come baby, and swallow it all." He grinned wickedly while thumbing his belt threateningly. The warmth of her mouth and a few well timed tongue curls was all that it took. He unconsciously pumped his hips against her and came into the back of her throat. She inhaled sharply and did her best to contain the flood of him. He shuddered and then fell back into his chair, watching contentedly as she cleaned his cock with her tongue.

When she was finished, she sat back on her haunches and waited. He gazed at her face, she was lovely, her pouting bottom lip shining with saliva and cum. He composed himself and dressed. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her back till she was sitting on the edge of his desk. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and quickly slid them down her legs. She sat rigid and silent, as she was trained. He held the soaked crotch of her panties under his nose and inhaled deeply, the mixed scents of her dripping pussy and expensive perfume made his mouth water. He tucked the pair of soft cotton panties in his pocket and grabbed her knees, spreading them wide.

He pressed against her chest until she laid back on the desk and brought her feet to rest on the edge as well. He then sat back in his chair and gazed between her thighs. A smooth mound rested atop perfectly shaped lips that were swollen and parted. There was no hiding how aroused she was. The hood had pulled back from her erect clit and her sweet inner lips were slicked with her juices.

Were she to have been allowed to move, she would be squirming under his intense stare. He noticed that her breathing had quickened and a faint blush had spread across her chest. He moved to stand between her splayed legs and pinched one nipple. She tensed but did not cry out. "That's Daddy's good slut," he whispered. He walked around the desk and lowered his lips to her ear. "Do you know what I am going to do to you?" he asked, knowing that she was weakened by pornographic speech.

"I am going to settle myself between your thighs and work that hot pussy of yours. I will start with just the tip of my tongue, stroking your lips.
Then, run the flat of my tongue up the entire length of your slit. Lap you slowly, between you inner lips and over your clit. Press my nose into your
soft skin while my tongue opens you. Fuck you with my tongue until my chin is dripping.  Next, I will pull your clit between my lips and swirl it with
my tongue while sucking. My middle finger will press deep into your pussy draw slow circles inside you. But you are not allowed to come, even when I slide another finger in."

She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut. This was not fair. Her entire body was aching and trembling. Her inner thigh muscles where twitching as he teased her with his words. He simply laughed at her agitation and walked back to the desk and pulled a paper clip from the top drawer. He threaded her clit through the metal loop and squeezed until it tightly hugged her hard little nub. He was pleased to see that her hands were clenched in white knuckled fists. "Don't move, I have a few phone calls to make." With that he left, leaving her panting and wet on his desk.

She had no idea how long she had been left laying there, she was only aware of the tortuous pressure on her clit. She opened one eye cautiously and then the other. She could hear him talking on the phone, but his voice was faint and far off. In a moment of petty defiance, she reached down between her legs and tweaked the paper clip. Her entire lower body quivered at the sharply pleasurable sensation it gave her. She pulled on the thin metal
wires and moaned softly. She quickly stopped and held her breath, petrified that he may have heard her and would discover her insubordination.

She exhaled in relief when she heard that he was still on the phone. Ignoring his orders, she slid her fingers over and around her clit, rubbing herself
rudely. Her middle finger slid deep into her pussy and she closed her thighs around her wrist. The humping motion of her hips and her hand buried in her mound caused the metal clip to twist and tug at her clit until she was on the verge of orgasm. Suddenly, her legs were throw apart, so wide that her
tendons strained, and a strong hand gripped her wrist. She winced at his crushing grip and shame flared in her eyes. "Couldn't wait, you slut?" he
hissed, twisting her arm. She hadn't heard him return and she was now panicked that she had been caught.

With malicious slowness, he unbuckled and removed his belt again. He released her hand and leaned into her. "This is going to hurt you far more than it will hurt me." She broke into a sweat and had to fight the urge to scream. He whipped her viciously between the legs with his belt, the leather biting into her soft cunt lips. He grinned in satisfaction at her tiny yelp and the red stripe that quickly rose on her flesh. Tears streamed down her cheeks and he might have felt badly if he hadn't noticed how her slit was now dripping. He grabbed her by the shirt collar an pulled her off the desk, spinning her around and slamming her face down on the desk.

He used his knee to force her legs apart as he removed and stepped out of his pants. She had pushed herself up onto her hands, but he promptly forced her down again. Taking his cock in hand, he began to slide the head over her metal necklaced clit. "Is this what you want? Huh? Is this what you couldn't wait for?" He was angry that she disobeyed him and had every intention of punishing her. Her body was already at the peak of it's
torture, so he moved to her mind.

He knew that she was ashamed to admit that she wanted this; that being belittled humiliated and brutalized thrilled her. She was going to have to beg for it. He moved the head of his cock and slid it just inside her eager hole. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, feeling her try to press back into him. "Do you want me to fuck you like the needy slut that you are?" She nodded and whispered a weak "yes Sir." That was not good enough.
"Say it!" he yelled, "tell me that you want me to fuck you like a whore." She sobbed and whimpered, "I want you to fuck me....," her voice trailing
off. He reached down and pinched her clit. "Say it," his voice was astrained whisper.

 "I want you to fuck me like a whore," she mumbled brokenly. "Do you want my cock inside you?" he asked, merciless in his probing. "Yes Sir" she said, sobbing, "I want to feel your cock inside me." He lined up and slid deeply into her waiting cunt. Her back arched and she
gripped the edges of the desk. His hips slapped her ass with each violent stroke. He could feel the smooth muscles inside her milking his shaft.  He fucked her until she came, wetting them both. He continued, her sopping cunt still snug as it swallowed his cock.  He groaned, joining her in her second orgasm in which she called out his name. He collapsed into his chair,pulling her onto his lap.

 She was damp and trembling, her body still quivering from his invasions. He smoothed the sweat soaked strands back from her forehead and kissed her nose and eyelids. She looked up into his eyes and the love and trust he saw there melted his heart. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and quickly fell asleep, her mind and body exhausted. He held his girl in his arms and allowed the oblivion of sleep to wash over him as well.

sweet-heat

Little Sex Shop

 
I shut the car off, put my keys in my purse and stared at the front entrance, my heart pounding. Do I go in? I want to. Maybe I should leave. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and opened the car door. I shook my hair forward so my face was slightly hidden as I got out of the car. Slamming the door with all the fake bravado I could muster I turned towards the entrance. Ok, I’m going in.
With my head held high but with cheeks flaming, I passed through the door, pretending that being here was the most natural thing in the world.

The atmosphere was much more sterile than I expected; overly bright florescent lighting, no flavour to the air, and only the local music station playing quietly in the background. But the colors! Colors everywhere, I didn’t know where to look first, at the clothing or the toys, or shelves full of lotions. There was so much to see, all of it new to me. And only the store clerk was there, that was a relief, but I still didn’t like being here.

I was here for a purpose. It was time. I was old enough not to be embarrassed about this. I walked purposefully to the back of the store and looked at wall full of brightly colored plastic penises. Green ones, orange ones, purple, gold, red. Bulbous, narrow and sleek, short, thick, thin, huge! My God the variety was endless.

I stood four feet from the wall. I didn’t want to get too close, that might make me look too eager. I needed to look casual incase somebody I knew came in. I gazed at the rows upon rows of plastic penises, wondering just how I should decide which one to buy. My face as red as The Screamer that was proudly displayed at my eye level. No. I didn’t want that one.

I didn’t know where to begin my search, the colors were terribly distracting and the sizes were worse. Some of them would rip a girl in two. I heard footsteps behind me.

“Is there something I can help you with?” a chirpy voice twittered.

“NO.” she startled me. “No, I’m fine, I need some time to browse thanks.” I turned away from the wall, wanting to die inside, and started searching for something else to look at.

Lingerie. I walked around the rack of multicolored lacey garments. I could see the plastic penises over top of rack. I pretended to browse the teddies and garter belts as my eyes darted upward towards the wall. From this vantage point maybe I could at least narrow down size or color. I fingered the material of a shiny vinyl bra, not paying attention to its size; I was more interested in the sizes of the plastic penises on the wall.

I was amazed at the shapes and sizes. There were tiny ones, as small as my finger to double head dildos as long as my arm and everything in between. Some of them were just plain frightening; they had things poking out of them in the oddest places. I saw ones with cords. I looked at those, thought of electrocution and decided I’d narrowed down my choice at least a little.

Slowly, with the calm of a frightened rabbit, I made my way around the rack of lingerie so that I was again four feet from the wall of plastic penises. There was nothing between them and me. All of us with our heads held high, though they stood straighter and looked prouder than I did.

I decided the bigger than life ones were just too much of a good thing. That narrowed my selection down a bit more; nothing huge, nothing electrical. OK, I can do this. This is no big deal. I looked over my shoulder to see if the salesclerk was watching me. She was busy folding g-strings at the counter. I took a tentative step forward, towards the wall.

With a closer look at the rainbow of penises displayed before me I decided the orange and green ones were just too grotesque. Why would I want something that brought to mind the fake slime I used to play with when I was a kid? The other colors were pretty, the gold and silver ones were even kind of flashy looking, but they looked kind of hard and inflexible. I wonder if the shiny paint would fleck off?

There seemed to be three different themes running here. There was your multi colored, multi textured types, your multi colored smooth and stiff types and then there was your flesh colored au natural types. Why such variety? They all served the same purpose. I was perplexed. Maybe I should just go home. No. I came here with a purpose; I was going to go through with it.

It seemed the only way I was going to be able to make a decision was to pick a few plastic penises off the wall and look at them. Find out why each was so special, so individual. Certainly their shape and color couldn’t be their only distinction.

But touching them was a commitment. It would reveal the reason I was here. Anybody who entered the store would see I was here to purchase a plastic penis. Hiding behind the lingerie rack wouldn’t mask my mission. The salesclerk would know for sure, and who knows who would walk through that front entrance. I stared at the Phabulous Phallis as I struggled with myself.

All I had do was take one from the row. It wasn’t going to bite me. I could put it back if I didn’t like it. The Phabulous Phalis’ red bulbous tip seemed to pulsate as I tried to convince myself to pick one.

I picked a natural one. Not too big, not too small, it had a curve to it and wrinkles down each side. I looked at it closely. It didn’t look particularly frightening up close. In fact, it looked rather harmless. Three speeds, two batteries. Simple. I put it back on the wall and chose a clear lucite one.

This one was long, slender and smooth. I read the package. It had flashing lights in it. What the heck did it need flashing lights for? Did people need to light up the passage it was going to invade? I put that one back.

The colored ones were beginning to intrigue me. They looked like more fun than the natural one and a little less ridiculous than the one with the flashing lights. I reached for a blue one. Pretty color. It had tiny nubs all over it. I ran my finger over the cellophane packaging. They seemed kind of rough. I’m not sure I wanted to feel that in a tender spot, the penis itself was soft and pliable, not hard like the other two. I put it back.

I realized I was beginning to feel better about being in the store. I hadn’t checked to see where the salesclerk was in at least five minutes. I reached for a Green one. It was smooth with ribs that ran all the way down. It too was soft and it was sort of transparent but not completely, it reminded me of the green slime on Nickleodeon. It had the same speeds as the first one, same battery requirements as well. It seemed that texture was the big difference in most of these. I put it back.

My eye was attracted to a Bright Red one. A Red plastic penis. I liked the thought of that. I pulled it from the wall. Ribbed, like the Green one, this one was opaque, the ribs were smoother, the shaft firmer. Three speeds, two batteries, but it was pretty. It was a little bit shiny but not flashy. Not too big, not too small. The story of Goldielocks and the Three Bears extracted itself from my memory for a moment and I chuckled to myself. This one seemed just right. But that meant I had to pay for it. My secret shopping trip wouldn’t be secret anymore.

Just as I made my decision to buy the Red plastic penis the entrance door opened and a couple walked in. They were holding hands and looked very comfortable with each other, they looked very comfortable in the store. They headed straight for the lingerie rack. I had to move. I didn’t want them to know what I was here for. I turned quickly and slipped the plastic penis behind my back. Making an effort to appear casual I strolled to the cash register.

With as much discretion as I could manage I slid the boxed penis across the counter towards the salesclerk.

“Oh this is one of our most popular. Good choice.” She chirped, her lipstick smile stretched across her face. I smiled slightly and nodded my head. The cash register whirred into action, calculating the tax and change from the bills that I gave her. My initial discomfort had returned full force and I couldn’t wait to leave the store. I glanced at the couple, they were admiring the same vinyl bra I had fingered earlier. They seemed more concerned about the size than I had been.

Just when I thought I’d make my escape. The transaction complete, the money had changed hands, I’d succeeded in my goal, the clerk opened the box. What was she doing? I’d paid. Did she think I’d hidden something in the box?

The ribbed Red plastic penis was now exposed for anyone who came into the store to see. She unscrewed the bottom and then looked up at me. The look on my face must have prompted her to speak.

“We always check to make sure they work before you leave. We don’t give refunds on personal items.” The lipsticked smile spread across her face again.

“I see.” I choked.

Panic surged through me as my eyes darted from the clerk, to the couple to the door and then to the clerk again. I prayed nobody would notice what the clerk was doing. I prayed nobody would open the door and enter the store. I prayed the bright red plastic penis would work so I could just get out of there and back to the safety of my car.

I heard a loud buzz. I flinched.

“It works just fine.” The clerk declared and she held it up so I could see. I thought I was going to faint. Gripping the counter, I waited as she removed the batteries. She seemed to have stepped into a time machine, moving in slow motion as she put my Red plastic penis in a bag.

She handed me the opaque black plastic bag and I pulled it out of her hand and stuffed it into my purse. I felt a huge sense of relief once the bright Red plastic penis was hidden from view. I thanked her and turned to leave.

“Thank you for shopping at Na`Tea's!” I heard her but I didn’t reply, I was already out the door. My car was only a few feet away but it seemed like I walked miles before my shaking hands put the key in the lock.

I sat in the car trying to get my composure back, laughing at myself for getting so stressed out about buying a sex toy. I was now anxious to get home to examine my pleasure purchase, to see how it worked. I was looking forward to an afternoon of getting to know my Red plastic penis.

As I started the car I decided if I ever shopped for a personal item again, I’d do it on the internet
 

Okay this was just funny!!!

A lesson to be learned from typing the wrong e-mail address:  

A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years before. Because of their hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left Minneapolis and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day.
The husband checked into the hotel, and unlike years ago, there was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an e-mail to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her e-mail address, and without noticing his error, sent the e-mail.
Meanwhile ... somewhere in Houston , a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory after suffering a heart attack.
The widow decided to check her e-mail, expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and then glanced up and saw the computer screen which read:
To: My Loving Wife
Date: Thursday, October 13, 2004
Subject: I have arrived!

Dearest Love:
I know you are surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now, and you are allowed to send E-mails to your loved ones. I have just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow, and look forward to seeing you then. Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.
P.S. Sure is freaking hot down here!

                                 Leather Kiss

I shut down the computer and locked my door...made sure my house was secure for the night as I do every evening when I go to bed, checked on the kids and made my way into my room..shucking my robe as I closed and locked the door.

Opening the drawer that is up high and pulling out the leather belt, laying it on the bed and sliding onto the cool sheets. I picked up the belt and brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply of the strong leather scent, feeling my body respond to it right away...the little quiver that I could not hold back and the warm, moist rush between my thighs.

I positioned myself up on my knees in a kneel in the middle of my bed...already trembling from want, need, the utter desire to feel the leather kiss my skin... but I held back...I wasn't ready and I knew I would have to stimulate...stroke myself to achieve my final goal.

I closed my eyes and opened my mind to all the things I was feeling...to my pounding heart and my light ragged breathing, feeling the flush as it slowly coursed over my body and the soft throbbing of my clit, the little darts of passion that flicked and burned along my slick sex...(Moaning softly) I slowly slid the leather belt up between my thighs...the air already heavy with my heady scent.

Sliding the belt up and down gently between the soft folds of my sex and working it in until it was pushing on my clit...teasing it with every up and down movement of the stiff leather. Legs trembling and shaking as my passion rose..moving the belt faster and faster, sliding it along the slit...GASPING and knowing this was the time....pulling it out and in one fluid motion, bringing it behind me....snapping my wrist and sending the tail end of the belt CRACKING against the creamy skin of my ass cheek....*Squealing* as the rush of pain/pleasure drove directly to my wet sex, almost falling forward onto the bed.

Bringing myself back up...body on fire now and feeling it's demand....the driving desire to bring myself over, I slung the belt behind me once again, this time making contact halfway between my ass and my lower back, the throbbing in my clit stronger and more insistant as over and over I slung the leather behind me...at this point not caring where it landed.

The closer I got to release the harder and faster my body demanded more and more stimulation, whimpering and feeling the tears coursing down my face, sobbing and hardly able to get a deep breath I felt the orgasm crest...hover...begging to release...SNARLING and totally into the feeling...body jerking and writhing against the blows of the belt...sliding my fingers down and pushing on my hard clit...sending the sweet thrill of passion coursing over me...gripping me in it's thrall.

Dropping the belt and pushing my hand deeper into my totally wet and dripping sex...driving 3 of my fingers deeply into my hole...pounding them in and out as the orgasm washed over me. Waves of pleasure over and over again as my hips thrusted upwards to meet my fingers, moaning and gasping as I felt myself start to float...that euphoric area where pleasure takes over, closing my eyes and riding the wonderful wave, unaware of anything else.

Not sure how long I laid there...minutes...hours, I do not know, but as I finally opened my eyes and rolled over my hand still between my thighs...I groaned loudly as I then truly felt the belts touch on my body... stumbling to my feet and standing in front of my dresser...turning and looking into my big mirror...at the many deep scarlett stripes across my bottom and back..*Inhaling softly* amazed.

Putting my belt away in the drawer...turning off my light and slipping back into my bed, drifting off to sleep.

~*~ End ~*~