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I sat at home, bored, watching some dull sports show, sprawled across the couch. So far my day had been exceedingly dull... work, break, more work, lunch, more work, head home.. nothing at home but the TV. I let out a hefty sigh, wishing my wife would hurry up and get home. At least then I could have conversation while being bored enough to start digging my grave. I flipped the channel, but nothing was on.. sad.. nothing on when I pay for satellite and receive over 150 channels.
I bolted upright, hearing the chink of keys turning the lock, and set down the remote. My wife walked in, a shopping bag in one hand, purse hanging carelessly from one shoulder. Everytime she walks in the door she reminds me of why I pursued her in the first place. She is tall, thin yet built, with red hair that waves down to her waist, and crystal green eyes. Her legs seem to stretch into infinity, and her breasts are hefty, almost too big to fit into my hands. Tonight she stood there, wearing a work suit, blouse, jacket, skirt, slingback sandals. I appraised her, giving her a long once over, then stood and went to welcome her home.
"I bought you something, love." She smiled, tossing back her hair and handing me the bag. Once I'd taken it she sauntered off into the kitchen. I arched an eyebrow and reached into the bag, growing hard almost instantly. What I felt was something small, silken. I peered down into the bag and amid the ruffles of tissue paper I saw a satiny pair of women's underwear, leopard print, just my size. With a grin I hurried into the kitchen. My wife just smiled, suggested I change into the gift and get washed up for supper. I practically ran into the bedroom to change.
Dinner was an act of futility as I sat, fully clothed, but the panties on underneath. My wife would say nothing of the gift and acted as if it was a normal night. I tried to eat, but my mind was on the satiny softness that clung to my cock and balls, pulling them tight within the friendly material. I kept shifting in the seat to feel the material move against my nether regions, my hands drifting down to try and feel. Every time she saw me reach my wife would scold me and return to eating her dinner. I finally gave up and just sat there, waiting for her to finish, and she teased me with her dainty eating and slow style. As soon as she set her fork down I grabbed the plates and sped to the dishwasher to stuff them in, whirling to face her.
"I think we should go out and get some dessert, hmm?" She grinned, playing with me, and I folded my arms, shaking my head. With a gay laugh she headed to the bedroom, me following her like a love-sick puppy. She got in and removed her jacket, unbuttoning the blouse slowly, teasing me with every move. I threw my pants to the floor and tossed my shirt aside, standing there in just my panties with a raging hard-on. She smiled, pulling off her blouse and folding it, putting it away, removing her bra and taking the time to put it in the basket. By the time she started pulling off her skirt I was ready to just leap on her. She tugged it down slowly to reveal a matching pair of underwear. I about came, it made me so horny. She pointed to the bed and I jumped into it and started to reach for her. She just shook her head, nodding at my panties. Instantly my hands slid down, rubbing myself through the sexy material.
"I love my gift," I smiled, slowly beginning to jack myself off through the material. She didn't answer, climbing onto the bed and straddling over me so that I could see how the sheer, sexy material clung to her pussy. The material glistened softly as her moisture seeped through. I lifted one hand, moving the panties to one side of her shaved mount and beginning to finger her. She moaned, pressing her hips against my touch and I used my other hand to continue the ministrations on myself.
After a minute I scooted forward, letting my tongue explore her inner depths, playing with her clit. I used my free hand to spread her pussy, diving in deep with my tongue, feeling her spasm against me. Finally she had had enough. She kneeled, straddling me, and pushed me back into the bed. She pushed aside the crotch on my panties and maneuvered me inside of her. I let out a groan of enjoyment, lifting my hips to enter her more deeply. She began rocking against me, fucking me, and I let her ride me, moaning, feeling both pairs of panties slipping against each other. I filled my hands with her breasts, squeezing them hard. I loved the feel of the muscles of her vagina, squeezing against my cock, milking me. I drew her close and rolled over, putting myself on top so I could fuck her with wild abandon. I heard her moaning, but didn't care as I started to cum, filling her with my hot seed. I could feel her cumming too and my arms gave out, my face falling to a rest buried in her lovely breasts.
"I.. I take it you like the panties?" She grinned, slightly out of breath.
"Oh, yes, I definitely do." She smiled at my response.
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Mary and I have been seeing each other for years. I would say about 7. In that time I have taught her how to spank me. It took me years. I should say I thought I taught her. But you will see. If you have never been spanked by someone that knows, and that is knows, how to spank you, then you do not know what I’m saying. I have been spanking woman for years. And it does take time to learn. To soft and it does not work. To hard and a person that is getting spanked has to much pain. I have had a woman spank me for about one hour. Just the right amount can make a person cum. Mary and I have a few friends that like spanking. We never and I’ll say that again, we never have sex. Someone might make the person they are spanking masturbate them or them self in front of us. But the rule is no one is to have sex. You are able to spank someone else if they say it is okay. A wife or husband could not make the other take a spanking from anyone else unless they wanted to. That way we all stay friends.
It took me some time to teach Mary how to spank me. She never was the hard bitch or dominate that I liked. She would never order me, tie me like I liked. She was good but I would have liked her to be harder. Most of the time the club, would met once a month. Then we would spank someone or a wife might spank her husband in front of us. She would tell him what he had done wrong and then he would have to let her spank him. Mostly it was the men spanking the wife’s. But at lest one man got it a night. Most of the time Mary would like to spank me in front of the others. She told me that it made her hot. Then I could spank her later.
About a year ago Mary started to go to Kathy’s house on Tuesday afternoon. She told me that it was for coffee and that she would never have sex because of the club rule. I never thought of it. But at the club spankings she was getting better. Then it hit me what was going on. I should say that one night at the club it hit me. Kathy was teaching Mary how to dominate a man. And best of all to spank and dominate a man. ME......
One night at the club Mary told the others that she would like to show off what she was learning. She went out of the room. Before she left she bent over and kissed me. “Bob you are going to love this. I have been going to class for almost a year and I think you are going to go nuts”. With that she left and soon came back in with a black lace bra on. She had on a skirt not to big but baggy. It looked like she had on stockings. She was holding a soft cat-and-nine-tails. She has used them on me before but never the way we liked it. It was always to soft. That is why I would let other spank me from time to time.
Mary walked over to me and just looked at me. “Stand up and strip”. I looked at her and a smile came across my face. SLAP. Her hand came down across my face. I wasn’t ready for that. “I said stand up and strip. For years you have been telling everyone here that you wished that I could spank you the way you like. Tonight you are going to get just what you have asked for. Now strip”.
I stood up. My face felt hot. I do not know if it was from the slap or that my girlfriend was doing what I wanted. I took off my shirt and then went to put it on the chair. SLAP. I got one more across the face. “Just drop it. I told you to strip. NOW STRIP”. I dropped it and then came my pants and underpants. I stood in front of Mary nude. My cock was getting hard. (it always does when I get a spanking). Mary took hold of my cock and pulled it up and out.
“For years you have been spanking me and then sticking this thing in my mouth, pussy and ass in front of everyone. Now you are going to know what it feels like. Turn around and bend over the chair. And if you say anything I’ll slap you ass harder then what you think I can”. With that I bent over a chair. Someone in the room said. “Right.... Mary slap his ass hard. She has been a pussy for years. She would never know how”. With that I got about 5 hard and great slaps. The room went quiet. No one moved or said a word. My ass was hot and red. I felt Mary start to spank me. First with her hand then with the cat tails. I must say it did feel good.
“Turn around and kneel in front of me. Now I’m going to show you trick number two”. I did as I was told. “Pull my dress up and kiss it”. Mary knows I love to eat pussy and she shaves herself three times a week. I pulled her dress up and looked right at a 6.5” dildo. Mary had a strap on dildo on. I looked at it and then up at her. The next thing I felt was a slap across my face. I fell over to my right.
“Did I tell you to look up at me. I said kiss it. Suck it like you have me suck you in front of this club. You have told everyone her that is what you wanted. A woman that could take charge. Tonight is that night. Now suck”. Mary knew that this is what I have dreamt of. We have talked of it for years. Mary took hold of her cock and put it to my lips. Most of the other wife’s have done this to the husbands in the past and I have told her I loved to watch it. Soon I was sucking her cock. After about 10 minutes she pulled it out.
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The phone rang.
"Hello."
"This is Shannah McKillian."
Shannah was an executive of a graphic design company uptown.
"Shannah, ma cherie, I noticed you have an appointment today at 6 p.m."
It was Jude, he had a distinguishable, Creole-French accent with a molasses drawl. He was the only stylist she'd let within inches of her long blonde hair. Plus, she and he had been flirting subtly for quite sometime. She definitely had a crush on him. It was like he could draw out the outrageous and uncharted areas of her mind.
"It has been a madhouse here, and to keep you from waiting, I wonder if you'd be kind enough to arrive at 7 instead. I want to be able to give you the full attention you deserve."
Shannah smiled. She loved hearing his voice. It penetrated her core and made her flush from head to toe.
"That will be just fine, Jude darling. I too have been swamped, so 7 o'clock works out well for us both. "
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I was nearly there. I eased the rented car along the cinder track towards the house where she was staying, thanking her for the clear directions, which she’d written out and faxed to me personally. That was a nice touch: she didn’t have lots of “people” swarming around her. There wouldn’t be agents telling me what I could and couldn’t ask her, or tapping their watches when my 45 minutes were up.
One thing I fancied we would have in common was a dislike for wearing shoes – in nearly every photo I’d seen of her, she was barefoot, including when she met Prince Charles at an awards ceremony. That took some bottle, I’d thought at the time. I was determined to go barefoot for as much of this trip as possible, and had packed away my only pair of shoes as soon as I’d found the car. I’d always felt there was something deeply sensual about the sensation of the ground beneath my bare feet, whether it was grass, sand or even road. Lisa was someone after my own heart as far as that was concerned.
Actually, I had also heard that she generally dispensed with clothes when indoors, but I had discounted that as yet another on the teetering pile of rumours about her. Wasn’t naturism rather naff and uncool, especially for such a hip person?
There was a note on the door: “Hi Stacey, I’m round the back, just come through, the door’s open.”
As I walked through the big, sparse living room, enjoying the relief from the hot sun, a figure was walking towards me from the terrace at the back of the house. Because of the brightness behind her, I couldn’t make out the face until she was a few feet away from me, extending a hand with a warm smile. “Stacey, lovely to meet you, I’ve always enjoyed your writing. Another shoeless wonder, eh? Good on you! Drink?”
I’ll be honest: I was taken aback. I knew from the photos, films and videos that she was a very attractive woman, but I’d imagined her as rather tomboyish, almost androgynous. In the flesh, she was certainly slim and gamine, but at the same time more feminine than my picture of her had allowed. Her light brown hair was cut short and tousled, framing very symmetrical features. Her eyes were also light brown, and had a mischievous sparkle to them. This accorded with the received wisdom about Lisa: that her eyes were not just the windows to the soul, but the door to the bedroom. She didn’t seem to be wearing any make-up, and I thought she was, in a very understated way, stunning.
She wasn’t naked, somewhat to my relief, although she wasn’t wearing much. A light pair of shorts and a thin, unbuttoned waistcoat seemed to be about it. Aware of being able to see the edges of her small, pert breasts, I cast my eyes downward to her feet; they were slim and elegantly proportioned, with long, straight toes, the nails painted a deep maroon.
“Um, some cold water would be perfect,” I stammered, suddenly wondering how much time had elapsed since her question – had I been gawping at her for longer than was seemly? Sheesh, pull yourself together girl, I said to myself as she sauntered towards the kitchen, her lithe limbs and straight posture proclaiming the benefits of all that karate and pilates she had done.
“So, what’s the most outlandish story you’ve heard about me,” she asked with a grin as she returned. This threw me a little, as it was the very question I had been intending to put to her. I noticed what a sexy voice she had, deeper than you’d expect from such a slight frame, and with a little catch in it.
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I had always considered myself a rather macho type man. I'm 45 years old, weigh 225 pounds. I'm 6' tall, and in good shape, not overly muscular, but well toned. My profession requires that I maintain myself in good physical shape. I've got naturally curly brown hair, and a very hairy chest and stomach. I've been in law enforcement for twenty-two years, not as a police officer, but within the jail setting. We are trained to rely more on our physical abilities, than our patrol counterparts since we carry no weapons on our persons while on duty.
I was living in a second floor apartment in a complex of approximately 600 units, while attempting to rebound mentally, as well as financially, from a rather messy divorce. The midnight shift pays an additional bonus due to the hours, and since I was looking for the extra money, that's when I worked.
I had just come home on a Friday morning, and didn't have to report for duty again until the following Sunday night. Entering my apartment, I realized that I had neglected to dispose of my trash the night before. Still in my uniform, (the only difference between my uniform and a patrol officer's uniform is that I don't wear a tie, and I've got short sleeves), I grabbed the plastic trash bag, tied it, and proceeded down the stairs to the garbage receptacle located about twenty yards from my apartment. As I swung my arm up to toss the bag into the container, I was attacked from behind. What seemed to be a pillow case was placed over my head, blinding me. My first reaction was to reach for the covering with my hands. As I did so, a noose fashioned from linens enveloped my hands and was drawn tight about my wrists. Realizing I was almost immobilized, I swung my right leg around, in an attempt to upend my attacker. A forceful knee to my groin dropped me to my knees, gasping for air, and writing in pain. Another piece of linen was tied tight over my mouth, rendering me mute, except for a low groan.
I was then made to walk, and after proceeding about ten yards or so, I was spun around repeatedly, which completely disorientated my sense of direction. I knew I was near the center of the apartment complex, but had no idea of which direction I was being led. After walking perhaps fifty yards, I was led into an apartment on the ground floor. How no one saw what was occurring was beyond my belief, as this was about 8:00 in the morning. Once inside, the door closed behind me, and was locked.
I was led into what must've been the living room area. My uniform shirt was ripped open, and removed to the point where my wrists were tethered together. My boots and socks were removed. My belt unbuckled and whisked from my trousers belt loops making a slapping sound. My pants were then opened, and dropped to my ankles.
Then, there was no movement for thirty seconds or so. I stood there, hooded, unable to speak or see, my wrists bound in front of me, with my uniform shirt dangling from them, and my pants at my ankles. I heard some whispering, and knew that there were at least two captors. I felt, and heard my own hand-cuffs snap around my left wrist. The linen manacle was removed, and before I could attempt to swing my arms, they were forced behind me, where the other hand-cuff was snapped tight over my right wrist.
A chop to the back of one knee instructed me to raise one leg, and then the other, while my uniform pants were removed. I was now naked, save for my underwear, and hand-cuffed from behind. My own belt was made into a choker, and placed around my neck. As the pillow case was being removed from my head, a hand pulled my head back, by the hair, and the belt tightened. A ball-gag was forced into my mouth just as soon as the linen gag was loosened. The hood was completely removed, and a blinding sleep-mask placed in it's stead. My eyes hadn't had time to adjust to the light, let alone catch a glimpse of my captors.
I was led into a closet, and was forced to sit in a wooden chair which had been placed inside, and tied to it. The closet door was closed, and I was left to sit, and ponder my fate. As I sat, bound to my chair, I heard muffled voices. They were female! Simultaneously, I began to feel ashamed as well as slightly aroused. Ashamed at not being able to defend myself with two females, and aroused by the unknown.
Hours passed, and I had fallen asleep, (don't forget, I had been awake all night, at work). I awoke to the sound of the door latch opening. I was untied from the chair.
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