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&lt;br /&gt;
I’m the guy who, in the stories, is always in the bedroom with the wife or girlfriend getting it on in the afternoon when the husband or boyfriend comes home early from work.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t tell you how many times that’s happened to me.  They usually open up the door with a bunch of flowers in their hands.  By the time I look over my shoulder, the flowers are on the floor and the guys have wilted.  Somewhere inside they always know that their women have been stepping out.  Either the guy’s a dick or he has a small one.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Want to read more?  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00C3N72E4" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: underline"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;!-- 

The first few times this happened I climbed off the bed, my cock still wet, and started apologizing.  Now, I don’t give a fuck.  I came there to get my rocks off and, fuck it, that’s what I’m going to do.  I’ve become an expert at holding onto a bitch who wants to suddenly start that whole “It’s not what you think” bullshit.  She can start that noise after I’ve made my deposit.  Then she can start picking up the pieces of her life while I’m wiping my dick on her duvet and hitting the bricks before the guy can pretend he has a pair and start threatening me.   I even had one little motherfucker try to pull a gun on me when I overstayed my welcome.  He was standing too close to me; near enough where I could punch his lights out before he could even put his finger on the trigger.

In my job I meet a lot of women with self-esteem issues.  I’m a trainer at a fitness chain.  It’s usually the older broads who really glom onto me.  They flirt with all the subtlety of a turd in a punch bowl.  It doesn’t take long before I find my way back to their houses or a local hotel.  It’s gotten so that the staff at the Super 8 knows me by sight.  

I usually tap the bitches just a few times.  Then they either “come to their senses” or they get caught.  It’s no wonder that they do.  Most of them become this weird combination of brazen and needy.  It’s always the needy bitches that get caught (and most of the brazen ones, too). 

Among all those women are a few rare gems.  These are the ones who get caught and don’t care.  These are the ones I like to party with the most.  They’re the freaks. 

After their husbands or boyfriends would find out I was fucking them, the freaks start bringing them into the bedroom to watch us fuck.  I used to feel a little bad for the guys, watching me give it to their women.  Then I started noticing just how aroused a lot of them got.  As soon as one guy whipped out his dick and started jerking off while I was fucking his wife, I didn’t feel so bad anymore.  If anything, it spurred me on to give it to her harder; better than that sad sack could ever hope to do.

By and by I could start to differentiate the freaks from the flings and would cherry pick which chicks I would pursue, or allow to pursue me.  It wasn’t like the freaks wore a scarlet F on their chests but they’d just give out a different vibe.  Maybe it was the way they’d gloss over my chest and biceps and concentrate on my package when they’d check me out.  I was blessed with ten solid inches that, even when resting, was still bigger than a lot of guys’ dicks when wide awake.

After a while, I had a string of about a dozen of these freaks going at a time.  My social calendar was always full.  Every night I’d be over at one of their houses.  Sometimes I’d even have time to see two.  Then something strange started happening.  

After I’d get done fucking a few of these broads, we’d have a drink before I left.  Their husbands would start talking to me like I was some kind of fucking celebrity.  They talked to me like I was Dwayne Johnson or Brett Michaels coming over to do them a favor.  Even more, a couple of the guys seemed to get it into their heads they had a fucking crush on me. 

Now, some of the chicks would tease their men without mercy.  They’d have me stand next to the guys and have us compare meat.  Some of these guys had these crazy baby cocks.  They looked like they never even hit puberty even though they were grown men.  When they compared themselves to my dick, a few of the guys even started crying.  It was pathetic.

On occasion, a chick would start talking shit to their man, telling him that I was going to be around from then on to please her, that she needed a real cock to make her cum, and that he just didn’t cut the mustard anymore.  That was fine.  I’d get concerned, though, when she’d start talking about how the guy was going to be her fluffer and that he’d be expected to get my cock hard with his mouth before I’d fuck her.  
I always took these chicks aside after we were done and told her that I didn’t let any dude slobber on my knob.  “Don’t worry, it’s just talk,” some would assure me.  Others got all huffy and told me, “A mouth is a mouth.”  A few even offered to get down and suck my dick &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; their man.  No way. No how.   Sometimes I’d spray across a bitch’s back or stomach and watch her pantywaist husband lick up my jizz.  I didn’t mind that.  They weren’t getting it from the source.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few of these guys crushed on me pretty hard.  Hard enough that I’d drop their chicks and block their calls.  But, after a while, I kind of got used to the idea of these dudes being so in awe of me that they were more than starry-eyed. &lt;br /&gt;
I’ll admit it. It made me feel like a fucking rock star.  I never encouraged any of them but on occasion they’d ask me out for beers after I just boned their women.  One guy invited me to his Superbowl party.  Another sent over a basket of booze to my apartment.  It kind of freaked me out that he knew where I lived.  I wondered if he’d start showing up looking to fucking “fluff” me.  More than anything, the phone calls started becoming something of a common occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Late at night I’d get calls from unknown numbers; “Hello, Eduardo?”  Sometimes they’d be drunk.  Sometimes they’d be jerking their little dicks. I’d tell them to never call me again.  They usually were chastened the next time I saw them, looking at me with puppy dog eyes while I blew a load on their woman’s face or deep in her cunt or ass. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The daytime callers, on the other hand, were painfully sincere, confessing how much they loved watching me fucking their wife or girlfriend; how powerful I looked as I took their women to heights of passion they’d never seen before.  I think some guys wanted to be taken to those heights too, like I had a magic cock that would fuck them to heaven.  They’d start begging to suck me off or to fuck them.  That’s when I’d hang up.  The idea of fucking a guy’s hairy ass filled my mouth with bile.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe that’s why things kind of changed when it came to Josh.  His body was virtually hairless.  He was a little guy only maybe five foot six.  He barely came up to my shoulder.  He weighed maybe one forty at the most; about half of me.  I felt like I could have broken him in two if I slapped him on the back.  &lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to know how this wimpy dude could have landed a stone fox like Kristen.  She was about the same height but towered over him in her heels.  She weighed about the same but was so fit that she could have benched him easily.  Kristen was what’s known as a “spinner” like I could put her on my dick and spin her around like a top.  She fucked like a mad woman; screaming, tearing at her sheets, and scratching the shit out of my back with her nails.  &lt;br /&gt;
I met Kristen through a mutual friend.  This time there was no “getting caught”.  She told me flat out she wanted me to come over and fuck her while her husband watched.  I told her my rules and she seemed fine with them.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first few times we got together I didn’t even see Josh.  He was there but tied up inside the bedroom armoire, watching us.  She let me know that before we went in and I made sure to occasionally look up at the slatted door as I plowed Kristen until she came, and then plowed her again.  The next few times, the door to the armoire was open, giving me full view of Josh while I fucked his wife.  The first time I saw him I was taken aback, thinking that Kristen was fucking with me.  I thought Josh was a chick!  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It wasn’t unusual for the women I fucked to put their men in panties and makeup, some even dressed them up like baby dolls, French maids, or prostitutes.  After all, the guys were barely men, so why not dress them up like chicks? But all of those guys looked like what they were:  guys dressed up in silly outfits.  &lt;br /&gt;
Now, Josh, on the other hand.  He looked like the real deal.  She had him in a blonde wig, just a few shades lighter and few inches longer than Kristen’s shoulder-length hair.  Only a few weeks later when Josh spoke to Kristen while I was around, I heard the shades of maleness in his voice.  Otherwise, I could have bought that Josh was a girl all the way up until the day I saw him naked.  He had a cock all right. It was bigger than I expected but still about average.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t know if it was how “pretty” Josh was or what but when Kristen started talking about how she’d like to see him suck my dick, it didn’t repulse me.  It intrigued me.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the time, Josh was tied up and lying under Kristen, face up.  She knelt over him while I fucked her from behind.  I made the mistake of looking down at Josh to see the look of ecstasy on his face, almost like I was fucking him instead of Kristen.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t know if I paused, changed my breathing, or what but his eyes popped open and met mine.  Rather than look away, I kept my gaze on him while I pumped my cock in and out of Kristen’s tight, wet pussy.  Deep in his eyes I saw that same look I’d become familiar with by then, that dreamy fascination a guy would get right before he’d make his tearful confession that he wanted to suck my dick or take my cock up his ass. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sure enough, like clockwork, the next day my phone rang; Josh on the other end of the line. “Hello, Eduardo?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* * *&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Three nights later I got together again with Kristen.  I warned her that we needed to talk before I took her into the bedroom to fuck her.  “Have Josh join us when I get there,” I told her.  “Make sure he’s wearing something pretty.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I arrived, Kristen kissed me hello.  Drinks had already been poured and she handed me mine.  I was slightly taken aback when I saw Josh sitting on the sitting room couch.  Kristen had really outdone herself.  She and Josh wore matching outfits; short red form-fitting dresses.  I didn’t know what he had on underneath but he seemed to have the same ample cleavage that Kristen liked to show.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I won’t say that they looked like twins but they almost looked like sisters.  It was uncanny.  I’d seen Josh dressed up, yes, but never outside of the bedroom.  Kristen knew this and she introduced me to “Jane.”  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Nice to meet you, Jane, but I want to talk about something that &lt;em&gt;Josh&lt;/em&gt; said to me the other day,” I announced.  Josh/Jane blanched under her makeup.  I moved over toward her, sitting on a chair nearby. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What’s this?” Kristen asked, truly puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Go on,” I prompted.  “Tell Kristen what you told me when you called.  I want you to repeat it word for word.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Josh hemmed and hawed, stuttering and starting again before he took a gulp of his drink and started again.  “I called Eduardo,” he said, “and I asked him, oh God, I... I asked him if he would... if I could... please him with my mouth... that is--”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“That’s not what you said,” I scolded.  “Let me refresh your memory.  ‘Hello, Eduardo? This is Josh.  I have to tell you, Eduardo, that I think I’m falling for you.’  Does that sound more familiar?”  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kristen let out a gale of laughter and Josh’s face went from white to scarlet.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Does it?” I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes,” he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Good, because I could play it back for you if you’d like,” I said, holding out a digital recorder.  I pressed Play and it repeated back the words I’d just said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I have to tell you, Eduardo, that I think I’m falling for you.  I watch the way you treat Kristen and, well, I was wondering if you could uh, if you could treat me, if you would ever consider treating me that way too.”  I stopped the recording.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, do go on, Jane,” Kristen said, laughing.  “Go on, now, tell me the rest.  I want to hear it. Here. Now.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Josh stammered some more, tears wet his cheeks.  I almost felt sorry for the little guy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had always wondered how one of these women would react if they found out just kind of sissies they were married to.  Kristen was anything but typical, though, so I knew I shouldn’t assume that all of the women before her would have done the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She sat down on the couch, next to her husband, and took his hand.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“It’s all right, honey.  No need to cry.  Just tell us.  It will make you feel better.  You know it is something important to you.  Just speak it.  Say it out loud for me to hear but, more importantly, for you to hear.”  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I’d never seen Kristen act so lovingly toward her husband before and I smiled despite myself. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looked at her earnestly and kept his eyes locked on hers as he began to speak.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Eduardo, I watch the way that you treat Kristen and I was wondering if you could treat me that way too.  I watch the way her face looks when you’re inside her and I want to feel that way, too.  I’ll admit.  I’m jealous of my wife.  I thought I would be okay with our arrangement.  I thought I would be happy seeing her in ecstasy -- and I do -- but I want that feeling too.  I want to feel what she feels.  To be wrapped up in your arms.  To be overpowered by you.  I don’t want to do it behind her back, though.  She has to know that this is how I feel but I’m just too afraid to tell her.  I can’t tell her because I’m afraid that she’ll think I’m even weaker than I am.  Because I am a weak man.  Not just physically but in every way.  Do you understand, Eduardo?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kristen looked from Josh to me.  I nodded.  “That’s it.  Nearly everything.  All but the part where I told him that I would make him say it all to you and he promised he’d do anything if I didn’t.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, that’s a shame. You could have taken him up on that offer and done anything you’d have liked with him,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You mean, I can’t anyway?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You have a point,” she said.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She squeezed Josh’s hand tighter.  “Go to him,” she whispered.  “Go to him.  He will hold you in his arms.  Tonight, you look like me.  Tonight you &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; me.”  She turned her head to look at me, adding, “Understand?”  That last word was meant for me but both Josh and I nodded our heads.  She nodded once in return, glad that I had realized what she was trying to say.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still wasn’t sure about this.  About treating Josh as Jane.  To be with another man, even when he made such a pretty girl, was something I couldn’t quite wrap my head around even when, I’ll admit, I had thought just a bit about what it might be like with Josh.  From that first moment I saw him in the armoire, I had wondered.  And now I would find out.&lt;br /&gt;
I stood up and Josh came to me.  He looked even thinner than he usually did, the dress accentuating his hips and the heels making his legs look shapely.  He wore the same black stockings Kristen had on.  He even wore the same perfume she liked to wear, making it easier to pretend it was her when I took him into my arms and held him tight against me.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He wrapped his arms around me, his head pressed against my chest.  I looked to Kristen for assurance.  She could tell I wasn’t completely at ease with the way the evening was proceeding.  She mouthed, “Thank you,” to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We stood like that for quite a while.  I lowered my hands, running them along his sides, feeling his curves, and resting my hands on his ass.  I heard him gasp slightly when I gave him a good squeeze.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite myself, I could feel my cock getting hard.  Josh felt this and he practically melted against me.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kristen could see the change in her husband’s body.  She stood up and came over to us saying, “You feel it, don’t you, Jane?  You feel his hard cock.  That thing you’ve been lusting after.  I know you’ve been thinking about it.  You’ve been dreaming about it, haven’t you?  It wasn’t just the way Eduardo treats me but that monster between his legs, isn’t it?  You want to know what it’s like to see a real cock.  To hold one.  To suck one.  That’s it, isn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Josh hesitated and then nodded his head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Then do it, sweetheart.  Feel it.  Reach your hand down and feel that hard cock.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Josh moved back just enough to give his slight hand room to press his palm over my hard-on, gently rubbing it beneath my jeans. He shuddered and I wondered if he was crying again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“That’s right,” Kristen hissed.  She was getting into it and her excitement turned me on even more.  “Now, do what comes natural to you, you little slut.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that, Josh went to his knees in front of me. I took off my shirt, throwing it across the room while he fumbled with my belt and the button of my jeans. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looked up at me as he unzipped my pants, pulling them down over my hips as best he could with his trembling hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The look on his face was one of desperate lust. Suddenly I realized that it wasn’t about Jane being Josh and Josh being a guy.  It wasn’t about whom or what was so in need of being my bitch.  It was just that they needed to be my bitch.  Whether they were a man or woman, whether it was the husband or wife, they were my bitch.  And things got a lot easier for me, knowing that Josh was Jane and it was Jane who was stroking my cock, opening her mouth, and taking me so deep that she immediately gagged on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Easy, baby, easy,” Kristen cooed.  “You’ve got to go slow. Eduardo is a real man with a real cock. You may be a needy little slut but this is your first cock, baby, and you need to learn.  Just put the head of it in your mouth.  Feel it there.  Suck on it.  Get used to the idea and to the taste.  There, isn’t that better?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Mmmm hmmm,” Jane moaned around my cock.  Her mouth felt exquisite.  Her tongue swirled around me while her hands gripped me tightly.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“That’s right. Now take it out of your mouth and lick it.  Get it wet, every bit of it. Lick down the shaft.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stood there while Jane did everything Kristen directed.  Jane was enthusiastic to say the least.  She sucked my cock as if she learned from watching porn films.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kristen got down on her knees next to Jane and began whispering in her ear.  Soon, Kristen put her hand on the back of Jane’s head and began pushing Jane’s further and further down the length of my cock.  Jane’s eyes began watering. Kristen kept whispering in her ear.  It sounded like she was chanting, “Breathe, breathe.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Soon, Jane had a little more than half of my cock in her mouth. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“See?  I knew you could do it.  Your first time!” Kristen exclaimed, applauding. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jane slid her head back, strings of spit going from my cock to her mouth. She smiled proudly, looking up to me for approval.  I nodded.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Jane, meet us in the bedroom. I need to have a word with Eduardo.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jane got up and practically ran out of the room, looking back over her shoulder once, still beaming.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had told Kristen my rules when we first got together and she knew she was in violation of them.  I assured her that we were fine and that, if anything, I was willing to go farther.  She waited while I got the rest of the way out of my clothes before handing me my drink again.  We toasted to Jane’s virginity.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I think I’m going to know a thing or two about being jealous,” she said, dragging a fingernail across my abs.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* * *&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jane sat demurely on the bed waiting for us, her make-up touched up. She looked as pretty as a picture and I told her so.  Kristen had encouraged me to be more vocal. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kristen sat in the corner on the chair where she often tied down Josh so he could watch me fucking his wife.  It was Kristen’s turn to watch tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You are just such a pretty sissy,” I said, sitting down next to her, stroking the hair away from her face.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes went down to my hard-on.  “Yes, that’s Kristen’s spit on there,” I said.  “Seems like both of you bitches are hungry for my cock.  Tonight it’s yours, Jane.  Tonight I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth,” I trailed a finger across her lips, “and then I’m going to take your cherry.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes went wide and she gasped.  I hushed her before taking her by the back of her head and pushing her down to my waiting cock.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She took to it again with the same verve.  “Fuck you do that good,” I told her.  “You’re a fucking natural born cocksucker, aren’t you, you little whore?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This seemed to spur her on to do an even better job.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fuck, yes, how many times did you diddle that little clitty of yours thinking of my man-sized cock?” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She moaned around my meat, sucking harder and faster.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Get it nice and wet, because I’m going to fuck that tight virgin pussy with my big cock.”  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She squeaked and pulled her mouth off of me. “Eduardo, I’m scared!” she said, her voice breaking. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You should definitely be scared, you little sissy bitch.  It’s going to hurt.  But something tells me you’re going to like it.  In fact, you’re going to have to beg for it.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She took me deep again, one hand stroking my balls while the other worked in time with her mouth, bobbing up and down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I let her take me right to the edge before stopping her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Get up,” I told her.  “Get on the bed on your back.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Normally I take a bitch from behind, doggy style.  I like looking at her ass while I fuck her.  I also love that look she gives me over her shoulder with her hair in her face.  But, if I was going to give Jane a treat for her first time.  I was going to let her look at me while I took her cherry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I regretted my decision a bit when I knelt between her legs and tore her flimsy panties off.  Her little prick sprang free and I freaked out for just a second.  I didn’t know whether to say anything about it or just ignore it.  I took a chance and started speaking again.  “Oh, look at that cute little clitty,” I said mockingly. “She’s so excited to be with a man.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her dress was hiked up almost to her belly.  Her head was propped up so she could take everything in. I laid my cock down next to her prick and her eyes went wide looking at the size difference.  I could have slid her right inside my urethra if I had the mind to.  Instead, I just moved it up and down, stroking her tiny prick with my meat.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I reached over to the bedside table where I knew Kristen kept a bottle of lube for those times when I took her ass.  I got it out, smiling down at Jane as I flipped back the top. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hold out your hand,” I told her.  I squeezed out a good glob of goo onto her palm.  I didn’t have to tell her what to do next but did anyway, “Get my cock wet.”  She reached between her legs and began stroking me, slathering my meat with lube.  My cock was so thick and her hand so tiny that she could barely get her fingers around the girth.  I let her continue for a good long while, enjoying the sensation until I knew I just had to have her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pulled back and started rubbing my cock against her tight, tender asshole.  She gasped at sensation. Her eyes showed a mix of fear and excitement.   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I kept rubbing her rosebud with the head of my cock.  “Ask for it, Jane.  Tell me you want it. Tell Kristen, too.  We want to hear you say it.  She wants to know what kind of man she married.  Tell her.  Let us know.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please,” she said, letting the word hang in the air. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please,” she said again, her mouth working to form another word. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please, fuck me,” she said quietly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What’s that?  I barely heard you and I know Kristen didn’t.”  I pushed the head of my cock against her asshole even harder, more insistently. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please fuck me,” she said again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Kristen, did you hear that?” I asked, still facing Jane.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I heard something but I’m not sure I believe it.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Say it again,” I commanded.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please fuck me!” she yelled from somewhere deep inside.  And, with that, I pushed my cock in, opening her.  She screamed and yelled again, “Yes!  Please fuck me!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slid further into her and she gasped again.  She cried out.  She growled.  She screamed.  And then she said, again, “Please fuck me!”  This time it was more of an order than a request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Yes, Jane.  I’m fucking you,” I said, going deeper.  “I’m fucking your virgin pussy, you fucking little slut.”  I pushed into her, leaning forward, putting my hands on either side of her head.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She raised her knees, giving me better access, letting me push deeper inside of her.  She reached up her hands and wrapped her arms around me as much as she could.  Pulling me closer to her and, by doing so, I felt her little prick against my belly.  She threw her head back, a groan issuing from deep inside her, as I pumped in and out, her prick moving back and forth against me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Is she a good fuck, Eduardo?” Kristen asked.  I grunted my approval.  Jane and I were locked together.  We were both getting close.  Her breath came harder and faster.  We fed off of one another’s energy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fuck yes, she is,” I growled.  “I’m gonna blow my load in this bitch’s sissy cunt.”  With that, Jane began cumming.  I could feel the wetness spread under my belly which now slapped against her with a squishy sound.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Fuck,” I yelled and began pumping my load deep inside her.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She cried out and started chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.” I wondered how long she’d wanted this.  Was it before Kristen and I met?  After?  Did she even know she wanted it until now?  Then I didn’t care anymore as I slid my still dripping cock out of her ass and slapped it down against her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I reached back behind me and signaled to Kristen to join us.  I could see from her ring-free fingers that she’d been masturbating to the sight of her husband getting his ass pounded.  Next time I would have her sit up at the head of the bed so I could watch her do that while I fucked Jane again.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still had my string of women that I’d see on a regular basis but I liked going to see Kristen because it was like getting two bitches at once.  And, the next time one of those other husbands or boyfriends called me, I wouldn’t be so quick to brush them off. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I already looked forward to hearing them say, “Hello, Eduardo?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I had spent the summer on my own in an apartment, barely eking out a living at a minimum wage job while sending out letters of inquiry to anything even remotely related to my major.  I finally managed to find an internship and, as it was unpaid, I knew I couldn't support myself.  Thus, the move back home with my mom and my step-dad, Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Want to read more?  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Doing-the-Chores-ebook/dp/B00BLFD370/" target="_blank"&gt;Get it here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;!-- 
Mom had waited to divorce my father until I went off to school, as if that would soften the blow.  She started dating Jerry just a few months after that and married him two years later.  We'd had an uneasy relationship and I never really bonded with him, only seeing him when I would come home on break.  He seemed like a nice enough guy and he made my mom happy so I wasn't going to fault him for that.  We just never had a whole lot of things to say to one another.

Coming home only brought things to a head between Jerry and me.  He came off as very controlling.  He would always ask me where I was going when I left the house, when I'd be back, and who I was seeing.  I would reluctantly answer with the words, "You're not my Dad," right behind my teeth.  Jerry also had problems with personal space.  Often I'd be in my old room and he'd pop his head in without knocking.  It felt like Jerry was telling me that this was his house and I was just a guest.

A few weeks after I moved in my Mom went on one of her weekend retreats with her scrapbooking friends.  I woke late and was showering, content with the thoughts in my own head as the hot water sluiced over me.  My reverie was broken when I heard Jerry loudly say, "Just wanted to let you know that I'm in here!  I couldn't wait anymore. I gotta drain the lizard."  

"Uh, okay," I said, surprised and a bit frustrated that my lack of privacy extended even to the bathroom.

I listened as he peed, waiting for him to go.  While he emptied his bladder, he began talking to me.  

"I think we need to come to an understanding around here," he said.  "I know that things are tough in the economy, sure, but I just can't abide the idea of you living her scott free."

Dread bubbled up from my stomach.  It was difficult enough finding ways to pay for gas money to get back and forth to my internship.  Paying rent, even something nominal, would break me.

"Now, now, I'm not talking money," he said, as if hearing my thoughts.  "I'm sure when you were young that you used to do chores around the house to make an allowance.  I'm talking about something like that."

I thought back to my days of taking out the garbage, doing the laundry, and dusting my mom's china collection.  

"Of course, you're a little older than you were then.  A little older and, hopefully, a little wiser.  I hope you'll know a good deal when you hear it," he said.  I heard the lid go down on the toilet and could see his silhouette on the shower curtain as he sat there, talking to me.

"I've been watching you, Lou, and I like what I see.  I see a fine young man who makes his mother proud.  He's trying hard and he's doing what he can.  But I need you to try to do something for me, personally.  I need you to do some things for me that, well, that your mom won't do.  Does that make sense?"

"Not really," I said, honestly.  By now I was done washing and just stood there with the water beating onto my chest.

"It might be easier if I show you," he said.  I saw him stand and move around the room.  I couldn't tell exactly what he was doing from behind the translucent curtain but, when he tore the curtain back, I realized that he must have been taking off his clothes as he stood there stark naked, his cock at full mast.  He smiled at me and I shrunk back into the shower farther, covering my crotch with my hands.  "Jerry!" I yelled.  "What are you doing?"

"I'm showing you," he said, stepping into the tub.  He reached out to put his hand on my shoulder and I tried to shake him off but his hand gripped me tightly.  He turned me to face him, his hand gripping my other shoulder.  He leered at me and I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Move your hands away," he said, looking at my crotch.  To this day I still don't know why I listened to him but I did what he told me.  Flushed with embarrassment, I moved my hands to my sides, allowing him to see every inch of me.  

He moved one of his hands down to my cock and began manipulating me.  I hadn't cum in weeks as I never knew when Jerry was going to stick his head into my room.  I wondered if this was why he had kept me so off-balance.  That may have been the last thing to pass through my brain as I quickly became far more interested in the sensation of Jerry getting my cock hard than thinking about anything.

"Yes, that's good," he said.  He released my other shoulder and turned the water off.  He took my right wrist and placed my hand on his engorged cock.  It was a lot bigger than mine, at least nine inches compared to my six.  I had never touched another man like this before.  I had been hit on a few times at college but never went down that road.  Now I was headed somewhere that just seemed wrong.  This man I was touching, and who was touching me, had been married to my mother for two years.  Why was he doing this?  Why wasn't I stopping?  Why did it feel so good?

He moved closer to me, putting his free arm around me, pulling my head toward his, and kissing me on the mouth.  His tongue explored me and I found my cock getting even harder.  He groaned his approval  before breaking his kiss, saying, "See?  This won't be such a hardship for you. This is one chore I don't think you'll mind doing."

I nodded slightly.  He took his hand away from my cock and started to move away.  I hesitated in letting him go, enjoying the feel of my fingers wrapped around his thick manhood.  He got out of the tub and handed me my towel before he began drying off.  "Let's go somewhere more comfortable," he said, wrapping the towel around him and leaving the room.  My head was spinning.  Should I follow him or should I go to my room, grab my things and go?  It wasn't too late to get the hell out of here.  

That's exactly what I decided to do.  I'd grab a bag and leave, maybe I could stay at a friend's house.  When my mom got back from her weekend I'd tell her what a perv her new husband, my stepfather, was.  I stormed out of the bathroom, determined to make a speedy departure.  

Unfortunately, as I went down the hallway to my room, I passed by my mom and Jerry's bedroom.  I paused just long enough to see him standing there.  My eyes locked with his and I stopped dead in my tracks.  He had a look of raw carnality that just reached out and grabbed me.  I dropped my wad of dirty clothes onto the hall carpet and let my towel fall next to them.  He smiled a knowing smile.

I came into the room and he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Get on your knees," he commanded.  I dropped as if all the strength had gone out of my legs.  I was face to face, so to speak, with his cock.  I admired the length and girth of it, seeing the veins that ran along it, and seeing it jumping just a little bit, as if matching his pulse.  I don't know if I would have done anything other than look at it if he hadn't looked down at me and simply said, "Suck."

I took it in one hand and lowered my head, putting my tongue on the smooth head of his cock.  I heard Jerry sigh as stretched out my tongue to lick along the bottom of his cock, peppering the hot flesh with tiny butterfly kisses.  His his musky man scent filled my nose while the head of his cock filled my mouth.  

It felt like I wasn't even in my own body.  That it was someone else doing this to Jerry and that I was somewhere outside of myself looking onto this scene.  I could see Jerry looking down at the top of my head, running his fingers through my sandy hair. I saw him pushing my head down to take more of him into my mouth. I saw him throw his head back in pleasure, both from the pleasure of my mouth and from knowing that he had me exactly where he wanted.

"That's right, suck it.  Suck it like you used to suck your momma's tit when you were a baby.  Your mother won't do this to me.  She says your father ruined her for it.  But you'll take care of me, won't you?  You'll suck my cock.  If you want to keep living here, you'll suck me.  That's one of your new chores.  You suck me whenever I tell you, and you can stay here as long as you want, Louis.  Just as long as you want."

I began working his cock with my hand, too, my mouth and hand sliding along him in time.  I could feel his balls starting to tighten and actually looked forward to making him cum.

"But first," he said, roughly grabbing my head and lifting it off of his cock, "There's another chore I need you to do."  He looked down at me and smiled.

"Get up onto the bed," he said.  "Get on your hands and knees."

I crawled up onto the comforter.  This bed used to be a place of refuge for me, where I'd go when I had nightmares as a little boy.  

I heard something click behind me and I looked over my shoulder to see him coming near me with a tube of lubricant.  He squeezed some between my asscheeks and slid his fingers down there, putting the lube around my asshole.  I gasped at the sensation of the cold jelly and his prying fingers.  "That's right," he said, his eyes going between my asshole and my face.  "Your mother doesn't let me fuck her ass, either.  But you will.  Won't you?"

I gulped.  I wanted to shake my head and tell him that I refused but the feeling of his fingers massaging my asshole felt too good.  The sight of his cock, still wet with my spit, was too overpowering.  Despite my best intentions, I nodded my head and croaked out the word, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" he asked.  

"Yes, you can fuck my ass?" I asked, not sure if that was what he wanted to hear.

"Yes, you can fuck my ass, &lt;em&gt;Daddy&lt;/em&gt;," he corrected.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was this the moment when Jerry and I were finally going to bond?  Over this? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes, you can fuck my ass, Daddy," I said, the words turning me on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I know I can, boy.  So why don't you ask me to?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Daddy, will you please fuck my ass?" I asked, a hint of desperation in my voice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Ask again," he said, a finger sliding inside of me, making me gasp.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Daddy?  Will you fuck my ass, please?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He began working another finger inside of me and I bit my lip to not cry out.  It felt incredible; a mix of pleasure and discomfort I'd never had before.  I secretly thanked my mother for refusing Jerry this so I could experience it.  I watched the muscles of his chest move as he worked his arm, fucking my ass with two thick, rough fingers.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What did you want me to do, again?  I forgot," he said, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Daddy... Please... Please... will you fuck my ask?"  I was begging now.  Begging to be used by my stepfather.  Begging to be sodomized.  Knowing that it wouldn't just be this one time that it would happen often... and wanting that, too.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"All right, since you asked nicely," he said, getting up onto the bed behind me. He pulled out his fingers and I suddenly felt vacant.  I wanted him in me more than ever.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Please, Daddy, please?" I begged, unprompted now.  I wanted him inside of me.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He chuckled. I felt the head of his cock push up against my tight virgin hole.  He grabbed on to my hips and, with a grunt, he shoved himself inside of me.  I gasped.  The sensations were amazing.  I wanted to scream out from the pain and groan from the pleasure all at once.  Rather, I merely grunted as he began moving deeper inside of me, opening me up wide.  I felt as if he would tear me asunder as he drove his man-sized cock into me.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just for the briefest of instances, I realized that my mother's husband was fucking me and I blanched at the idea.  I also felt a surge of guilt about this sudden, unexpected homosexual act.  Though my folks were open-minded, I never considered myself gay or even bisexual.  But here I was, begging for Jerry to fuck me harder and faster.  Needing to feel his cock deep inside me.  I didn't care if it was right or wrong.  I just knew I needed it and that I'd always need this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted in time with Jerry pumping his cock into me.  I leaned forward onto my elbows, pushing back into him as I did.  I wanted him deeper.  I wanted to feel him rip me apart.  I wanted his cock in my mouth at the same time.  I groaned and realized that my dick was leaking pre-cum all over the comforter.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He slapped my ass once, twice, three times before he grunted loudly and announced, "I'm going to cum.  Oh, shit.  I'm going to cum in your ass, you little faggot." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know if it was his words or if his cock just hit the right place but I found myself cumming, too.  I felt a spray of sticky wetness hit my stomach and the back of my arms before I heard him grunt again, louder, and felt his cock jerk deep in my bowels, dumping his load inside me.  I felt his cock spasm and twitch before he slid out of me, leaving me feeling empty again. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jerry left the bedroom, coming back with my towel.  "Make sure the comforter gets washed when you do laundry today," he told me. "No washing up my cum."  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thought of cleaning up hadn't crossed my mind.  Quite the contrary, I was comforted by the warm juices running down the backs of my legs and looked forward to carrying Jerry's load in me for the rest of the day, wondering when he would take me again and already looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From that day forward, I looked forward to doing my chores.  I found a full time job a few months later but decided against moving out for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
When I come in, I see her standing in line.  It's appropriate that the first time I saw her was from the back.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her bottom has been at the center of our relationship ever since. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her legs, muscular and bare; her dark hair tied back; her bottom clasped lovingly by the denim of her shorts.  Not a big bottom, by any means, just prominent.  She looks like the kind of girl Robert Crumb would like to have give him a piggy-back ride.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I stand next to her in line.  She recognizes me immediately but we play it as if we were the oldest and dearest of friends.  I give her my order, and grab us a table.  I watch her as she waits for the barista to make our drinks. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She's as pretty from the front as from the back.  She sports a black t-shirt with Hello Kitty standing between her breasts. She wears no make-up at my request. Her strong features look even better than in the picture she'd sent.  In the picture, she stood with her hands on her hips, looking over her shoulder at the camera.  Her smile held an edge of defiance.  "Bring it on," she seemed to be saying.  As soon as I saw her I knew I wanted to break her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Want to read more?  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BCUKDAE" target="_blank"&gt;Get it here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Hot coffee in hand, she comes to the table.  She takes a seat and I wait for her to say the first word.  I want to give her a chance to back out.  I give her opportunities for the next hour as we talk and she politely declines each time.   We've already negotiated quite a bit via email.  She's told me her limits and desires.  I've told her what I want to do to her.  It's always a little strange, coolly discussing such topics. Finally, I tell her that I'll be driving her to my place, blindfolded, and taking her cell phone away from her.  Again, she agrees.  

I admire her trust. Some would call it foolishness, leaving there with a relative stranger.  Giving yourself over completely. Yes, it's dangerous but there's an excitement level that can't be denied.  

I experience it from the other end.  I'm playing the role of the potentially dangerous man bringing a young lady back to his place.

Outside my vehicle, I take her phone and put it in my trunk where I grab the blindfold.  I secure it over her eyes before helping her into my car. 

The blindfold robs her of her sight but it also quiets her tongue.  She's no longer the chatty girl from the coffee shop.  I look at her often as we make the trip to my house.  I get scared for a moment.  She's so still that it doesn't even look like she's breathing.  Finally, I see the slight rise and fall of her chest. 

I pull in all the way to the back of my house, allowing us a little privacy as I walk her to the rear entrance.  I take her coat, walking her carefully downstairs to my specially-outfitted basement.  

I remove her blindfold and she blinks into the dimly lit room.  She takes a moment to make out everything there.  I watch her as she soaks it all up.  The spanking bench with its red leather pad across the top.  The black St. Andrews cross.  The standing cage.  The customized chair.  The rows of paddles, whips, floggers, and other instruments of corporal punishment hanging from the far wall.  She goes to the there, reaching up her hand but not touching anything.  

I stay where I am, just watching her, listening for reactions to what she sees as she examines everything there.  Does anything excite her?  Frighten her?  I keep looking down to her ass, waiting for the moment when I can tell her to strip.  

I ask her if she's ready.  She turns to me and smiles.  I tell her to remove her clothes and place them on a nearby rack.

There's little hesitation when she begins to strip.  I always love seeing an unfamiliar body.  I  take in her full breasts, her shapely hips, her long legs.  I see the tattoos on her back and shoulder.  I admire the neat triangle patch of pubic hair.  And, most of all, I enjoy her creamy white ass.

She blushes slightly under my gaze. She smiles, giving a slight shrug of her shoulders as if to say, "This is me, for better or for worse."

I come to her.  She turns her eyes to the floor rather than looking at me.  She thinks this pleases me.  I don't mind it but I really don't care right now.  We're still back stage.  The curtain is still down.  We're both in costume and the show has yet to begin.

I put my hands on her shoulder.  I feel a tiny shudder go through her.  It wasn't even a half hour ago that we finished our coffee.  Now she stands naked before me.  I study her, seeing the small dusting of freckles across her chest, admiring the way her breasts hang. 

I slide my hands down and feel her nipples getting hard beneath my palms.  I smile.  I begin playing with them, softly tweaking them.  I move a little closer.  I hear her sharp intake of breath when I go from tweaking to squeezing, almost pinching. 

She looks up at me, her mouth and eyes wide.  When she realizes that she's broken her self-imposed protocol she immediately casts her eyes down again.  I smile wider and squeeze tighter.  

She sucks her breath in through her teeth.  It looks like she wants to say something.

"You have my permission to speak freely... this time," I tell her.  "In the future that may not always be so but, as we're getting to know one another, I want you to communicate."

"Yes, sir," she says quietly.

"You also need to speak at a level of volume where I can hear you."  I emphasize the final four words with four quick, tight pinches on her nipple.  I know I'm abusing one nipple more than the other but don't really care.  I think about the way it'll hurt the next day when the water from her shower pelts her chest.  

"Yes, sir!" she says louder.

"Good girl."  My fingers release her.  

She gasps as the blood rushes back.  

I reach up to stroke her face.  She closes her eyes, parting her lips slightly.  I slide my palms across the smooth skin of her cheeks, down to her neck. 

I gently wrap my hands around her slender neck, my thumbs in the hollow of her throat. I leave them there for a moment before I give a slight squeeze as if to let her know that I could choke her; reminding her again that I'm in charge.  She gulps.  I feel her pulse quicken under my fingers.

I move behind her.  I run my fingers through her hair before grabbing a handful tightly, jerking her head to the side and bringing my mouth down onto her exposed throat.  I sink my teeth into her flesh, knowing that she'll have a bruise the next day.  I wrap my other arm around her, pulling her back into me, close enough so I can grind my hard cock against her ass.  

She pushes back into me.  

My bite turns to a kiss.  My mouth finds a new spot on her neck to give another bite before I find her earlobe. With my grip loose on her hair, she's tipped her head far back so it rests on my shoulder.  Her breath comes harder and faster.

I reach around and begin pinching one of her nipples again.  She involuntarily brings her hands up slightly, as if to protect herself.

"What the &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt; are you doing with your hands?" I growl into her ear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She immediately puts her hands down to her side, realizing her error.  "I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry!"  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh, don't worry about it," I say, patronizing her.  "I would love for you to try to knock my hands away.  Nothing would make me happier."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I reach behind me, coming back and grabbing her wrist.  I thread a circle of rope around it before doing the same to the other.  With a few quick movements I secure her hands tightly behind her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"There, now I've taken the temptation out of the way," I say.  "Don't you have something to tell me?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She gulps slightly before saying, "Thank you, sir."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Of course.  It's the least I can do."  I reach back up and pinch the same nipple again, far more harshly than before.  She cries out.  "There, that's much better," I say.  "No hands to try to push mine out of the way.  I guess if you can't be civil, I can make you that way."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes, sir," she murmured. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lightly tap her legs with my foot. "Spread 'em."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She steps wide apart and I can smell the scent of her excitement. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still behind her, I rake my nails down her back.  She screams, arching herself away from me, but unable to escape.  Red lines raise where my nails have been.  I pull my nails across her flesh again, seeing my handiwork rise up and hearing her suck air through her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave her briefly, coming back with a Wartenberg wheel.  I place it at the base of her head before pushing in and pulling it down her back, following the line of her spine.  She cries out.  I push harder as I pull it down nearly to the cleft of her bottom.  Her fingers are spread out and she pulls helplessly against the rope that binds her wrists together.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pull the wheel back up her back.  This time she moves back, pushing the spikes of the wheel deeper into her skin, showing me that she's willing to take more pain from me.  This is both a pleasure to see and a bit of a challenge.  I push even harder as I drive the spurs in, seeing the path of the wheel stipple her back with tiny drops of blood.  We've agreed that blood won't stop the scene so I continue.  I pull the wheel from her neck across and down following the way her left arm lay across her back before going back up along the right.  She's moaning in pleasure and gasping in pain creating a cacophony of sounds.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Up and down I run the wheel.  At various times she pushes back or tries to pull away unsuccessfully as I create a wide red V down her back from the tops of her shoulders all the way down to the bottom of her spine.  I step back to admire my handiwork and to listen to her trying to catch her breath.  I put the wheel aside where I'll know to sterilize it again later.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I walk her to the customized chair.  Formerly a barber chair, I had it modified so much at to be unrecognizable.  If anything, it looked more like something from a gynecologist's office with two long padded "arms" at the bottom and a flat surface at a 45 degree angle above it.  I help her put one of her legs into the padded slot "arm" and then the other.  She leans forward, laying herself onto the larger padded surface.  I immobilize her with two leather straps around her legs and one large one across her back, pinning her arms behind her.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pump one of the two pedals beneath the chair, raising everything up about two feet until she's at roughly waist high to me.  I depress the other pedal, unlocking the chair.  With a gentle push, she begins spinning slowly.  The first time her head goes by I can see her eyes wide with disorientation and fear.  I like this look.  On her second pass, she's closed her eyes tightly.  I let her rotate a third time before I stop her with her behind closest to me.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lock the chair in place before I don a pair of thin black latex gloves, making sure to loudly snap each one against my wrist.  I put my hands against the back of her thighs and push them apart.  I hear the clicks of the chair as they lock into place.  She's spread wide for me.  I see that her pussy is swollen, the viscous wetness of her excitement visible on her pubic hair.  I run my hands up her legs.  My left hand grasps her ass while the fingers of my right trail along her slit.  She moans.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I slide a finger easily inside of her.  Her pussy is wetter than I had suspected, and far hotter as well.  I slide deep into her, eliciting another moan.  This one comes from deep inside of her.  I can feel the vibrations in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first finger is joined by a second.  I begin fucking her with my fingers.  I turn them so my thumb brushes her clitoris with each push.  I see her turning her head -- the only part of her that can move -- from side to side.  She emits low and soft moans in time with my fingers.  Her hair has fallen loose and shrouds her face.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel her clenching my fingers. I begin rubbing her clit in earnest.  Her moans change pitch.  She begins forming words she says to no one and everyone, "Yes," "Fuck," and "Shit" seem to be her favorite. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My thumb works her mercilessly, slowing down and speeding up to prolong the sensations and frustrate her.  I love the feeling of playing her like an instrument.  I know I'm bringing her to the brink.  Her pussy begins spasming around my fingers while my thumb slides up and down against her.  She gasps, holding her breath as the first wave of orgasm breaks over her body.  I can almost see it moving through her until she lets out a small squeak and then a loud, happy scream.  I slow but don't stop, pushing her through another wave of pleasure, feeling her vibrate.  It isn't until she begins whimpering at my insistent fingers that I finally come to a halt and gingerly slide my fingers out of her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I step away from her so, pumping the pedal so she rises a bit more.  I return, moving toward her face and holding something up for her to see.  "Do you see this?" I ask.  "I am going to make your ass as red as your back."  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She nods, her eyes wide.  I move back behind her.  I gently flop the soft deer leather strands onto her back.  As I slowly pull it back toward me, it caresses her still-crimson skin.  I repeat this process a few times, the gentle feel of the leather sliding across her tender skin lulls her.  When I hear her breathing calm to steady rhythm, I pull back the flogger and, instead of flopping it across her back again, I bring the tails down, hard, across her ivory ass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She takes it stoically even when I bring the flogger down again and again, going from side to side.  That she hasn't cried out presents me with a challenge.  I give her another series of blows, alternating between sides before landing a dozen directly between.  I pause again to let the pain sink in and to grab another implement.  I return and begin dappling her skin with a wooden spoon.  The sharp bite of the spoon make her yelp.  I'm smacking it up and down the crack of her ass, making formerly white skin red.  I turn the spoon slightly and angle it carefully to give her a few quick, hard taps on her exposed pussy.  She cries out, louder, and this only makes me hit harder.  The sharp slapping of the wood soon changes to something else as her pussy begins to get wet once again.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"You little slut," I hiss.  "You like this, don't you?  You like taking pain for me." She nods her head slightly and I know she's in dreamland. I release the chair again to turn her toward me.  Her eyes are half-closed and a smile flutters across her face.  She seems to know what's coming. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She pleads, "Please, put your cock in my mouth, I need to feel you in my mouth."  There's a touch of desperation to her voice that I find delicious.  I undo my pants, the gloved fingers of my right hand still slick with her wetness.  I let my pants fall the the floor and slide my boxers down.  She strains against her bonds, moving her head closer to me.  I know from our online conversations that she enjoys the scent of a man.  Holding her head by her hair, I push my crotch against her face, letting her smell me.  I rub my erection against her cheeks.  Her mouth opens wider, as if begging me to put my cock inside her wet hole.  When I don't, she whispers, "Please?"  I oblige her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She sucks hungrily at my cock.  I feel her moving her tongue around me.  Her head unable to move as freely as she'd like, I keep hold of her and begin slowly pumping into her.  I hear her gag and this is music to my ears.  I back off slightly, fucking her mouth, pushing in to just before her gag point.  She looks up at me with bliss on her face.  I allow her to pleasure me until I know I can't take it any longer and pull out.  She breathes heavily, catching her breath.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I step out of my pants, kicking the unruly pile out of my way before I spin the table back around, locking it in place once more.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From the near wall I retrieve a small bottle.  I let the contents slowly drip out, my fingers stemming the flow of the lubricant from going any farther down than her asshole.  I gently push, opening her up and letting the lubricant begin to do its job.  She gasps when she feels me open her, invading her.  My little finger goes in... I slide it in slow but steady.  Her ass is even hotter and tighter than her pussy.  She groans as my finger sinks in completely.  I let it rest for a moment before pulling it back out and repeating the process.  I do the same with each finger before I push in two.  She's yielding herself to me, opening herself, and this pleases me.  I know that she enjoys feeling used; a series of holes to be fucked.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two fingers inside of her, I begin spreading them apart, forcing her to open her ass wider.  I apply more lubricant.  I begin vigorously fucking her ass with my fingers.  Her groans turn into a low growl, droning with a rise and fall that moves in time with my prying fingers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without warning, I add a third finger to her ass.  Her growl changes to a howl.  I chuckle, "Is that too much for a girl?"  She shakes her head in response.  "Good, because my cock is going to feel a lot bigger than these three fingers."  She nods her head.  I see that strands of her hair have become stuck to her flushed and sweating face.  I love this messy look.  She looks like a wild animal and grunts like one, too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I push harder, deeper, faster; preparing her for me.  I spread my fingers wide, fighting her body.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally, slowly pull out, leaving her gaping and ready.  I step between her legs and rub the head of my cock against her tender rosebud.  She knows what's coming.  I watch a shudder rack her body.  I give my hips a push and enter her.  She whimpers and begins her rosary of epitaphs once again as I slide my cock deep into her ass.  Her muscles grasp me tightly.  I sigh with pleasure, digging my hands into her globus cheeks and pulling myself even tighter into her until my balls rest against her pussy.  I begin to rock, back and forth, pulling myself out and pushing myself in slowly at first before speeding up.  I see her hands, still tied behind her back, grasping at the air, desperate to hold onto something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I give her one of my hands and she holds on for dear life.  I pump my cock harder into her, driving deep.  I hear her begin to moan. This only spurs me on. My eyes roll back in my head from the pleasure of being inside of her, of using her, of abusing her.  I wildly buck my hips now, on the verge of losing control.  A think layer of sweat covers my body and hers.  The road map of torture still illuminates her back and bottom.  I see her face, turned to the side, her eyes closed and her mouth moving like a fish on land.  She's moaning louder, unable to form words anymore.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes suddenly open wide and she begins to scream.  Nothing horrible.  A scream of pure pleasure.  This takes me over the brink.  I begin cumming; splashing her insides, reaching hidden recesses.  She milks every drop out of me before I slide out, spent, and happy. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leave her momentarily, returning with a long, thin buttplug which I secure in her.  "Next time I want you open for me when you arrive," I say.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I unstrap her and unbind her wrists.  She tries to stand up but I shush her and push her down again.  "Slower, slower," I whisper.  "Just lay here a while.  Move your arms a bit and then your legs."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cover her with a blanket and give her a bottle of water.  She leans up onto her elbows to take a long drink.  There's a quiet in the room that hasn't been there before.  There's no slap of flesh, no grunting or moaning, no teasing.  Just her slow, even breaths. She lay back down, slowly stretching out her legs, one and then the other.  I put my pants back on and sit on top of the spanking bench, watching her regain her self-awareness.  She's gone to other places while not leaving the confines of the chair and she's slowly returning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just before I can tell that she's about to get on her feet, I retrieve her clothes for her.  Though I've seen her naked, tortured her, and fucked her, I give her the courtesy of turning around while she puts her clothes back on.  She clears her throat to let me know when she's done.  She smiles at me.  I smile back, walking to her and placing the blindfold back over her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few minutes later I find a spot on the street in front of the coffee shop.  I remove her blindfold before getting out and going around to the passenger door to let her out.  I hand her back her cellphone.  She thanks me and we hug goodbye.  I tell her to call me when she feels the need to serve me again.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It only took her three days until she was ready again.&lt;br /&gt;
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