Friday, 28 December 2012

10 years

10 years ago this week I began a relationship with the most caring, beautiful woman there ever was. Together we have experienced incredible adventures, met a characterful cast of fascinating people and realised that all the troubles of the world are best faced together.

10 years, and we know every inch of each others bodies. We know how to bring each other to ecstasy, we enjoy those special places on the other's body that make us want more.

10 years, and yet we're still discovering one another. There are still surprises - just the other day G bought a butt plug that she wants to pleasure me with. I had no idea that such a thing would turn her on.

We have seen amazing things in this world, but our sexual adventure seems to only just be beginning. I love her entirely.

Thursday, 13 December 2012

Giving herself

George was the last to get home.

"How was it?" Asked the others as he slumped into a chair.
"I really don't know, but I want to now forget about it until after the summer."

They all murmured agreement and someone handed George a beer. The six of them all stood and clinked bottles, toasting the end of their exams, and therefore the end of their time at university.

For the next week they did nothing but sleep in late and then head to the beach. Of the six of them Jess was the only girl. At the beginning of term she had felt very conscious about sharing a house with five men, but she increasingly felt at ease and now thought nothing of slobbing out in front of the TV in just her tiny shorts and tight t-shirt.

She had never, until this week, been with her friends whilst wearing a bikini and again, at first, felt a little shy, helped in no small part by their ill-concealed glances at her breasts and bum. 

The five boys adored Jess. She was just like one of them - she drank beer, told crude jokes and joined in with inane conversations about things like survival techniques. But, with her full 32C breasts, perky ass and shoulder length brown hair, she was so wonderfully different. She had luscious blue eyes and thick lips that all of them at one point had imagined kissing. They had all pictured her naked, and in her bikini this scenario was tantalisingly close.

Jess returned her friends' affection in equal measure. They were kind, generous and loyal. Yes, they could be a bit lecherous when they were drunk, but they respected her far too much to do anything that would make her feel in the slightest bit uncomfortable. George, Ari, Zack, Chuck and Baz. Her five best friends.

She admitted to having her own fantasy scenarios that featured her male harem. The boys ranged from OK looking to the drop dead oh-my-god looks of over-confident Zack. She was pleased to see, when they stripped to their swimming shorts, that they all had fine, youthful bodies. But she did have a favourite.

Chuck, although whilst not having the Abercrombie looks of Zack, was himself a very attractive man in a more understated way. Yes, being attractive gave him confidence, but he was so caring and considerate with it. She would have jumped on Chuck a long time ago but didn't want to jeopardise the cohesion of the group. 


It was now almost two weeks after their exams. They had all taken jobs that paid minimum wage - temporary positions until they were offered something they actually wanted to do. Coincidentally these jobs all had similar hours, starting early in the morning and finishing early afternoon.

Jess enjoyed her job the least. She was doing basic admin work for a small company of lawyers. There were just five employees in this law firm; herself, a legal secretary and the three lawyers. The legal secretary was a blonde bimbo, employed as much for her looks as her mental aptitude. Jess realised that she had been given a job for much the same reason (even though she had the brains of an A grade student), and suffered the leering eyes of the three older men.

One of the lawyers, Henry, had taken a particular shine to her, and he often leaned over her from behind to check her work, taking in an eyeful of her cleavage and resting a hand on her shoulder. She might have considered him to be a good looking man, with his tanned, angular face and wavy silver hair, but his unbecoming behaviour made her blind to this.

When 3pm came and she was released for the day she always made straight for the beach where Chuck, who had taken work at the local sorting office, was waiting. Within half an hour the others started to drift along and so Jess made the most of those 30 minutes when she had Chuck all to herself.

Together they compared their mundane days and idly chatted about the employment they hoped for in future. Jess had, over the last few days, started flirting more and more with Chuck. University was over and her desire for him was starting to outweigh her consideration of her other friends' feelings. 

She was pleased when she made him laugh about one particular incident that happened today. Her boss, Henry had made a clumsy attempt to seduce her and offered her the use of his summer house further down the coast one weekend. She had left him flustered by saying she worked as a professional dominatrix at the weekends and spent her Saturdays squeezing men's balls. 

As she recalled that conversation with Henry she realised that she had been somewhat charmed with the man. He hadn't made a lewd comment in reply nor at any other point during the day. Maybe she had been wrong about him.


Jess decided to try harder to make Chuck notice her body. She joined him on the beach one sunny afternoon and stripped down to a thong bikini. Her heart was racing at the thought of him seeing her bare behind, but she wasn't in any way ashamed. In fact it was Chuck who was the most embarrassed. Looking at his friend's beautiful, firm bottom, the two golden cheeks framed perfectly by the bright yellow thong, he found himself in a state of excitement. 

After taking her time laying out her beach mat Jess and Chuck fell into conversation. When the other friends turned up one or two made the obligatory 'nice arse Jess' comment but none of them said any more about it. Now Jess had to try another tactic; make him jealous.

Chuck had to work a little later than usual the next Wednesday. Jess arranged to meet with Ari in the place where they all usually gathered. It was another hot and sunny afternoon on the beach and there were a few ladies going topless. 

"You don't mind if I take my top off do you Ari?" Asked Jess. She was wearing her thong bikini again.
"Err, no. Please, go ahead."

Ari tried not to watch as she untied the bikini top and revealed her breasts. The white of her rarely bared flesh was punctuated by two small nipples. She thought it sweet how hard Ari tried to look her in the eyes as they chatted.

"Nice tits Jess." It was Zack who yelled across the beach. He was with Baz and George.

Eventually Chuck turned up and she enjoyed the way his eyes lingered on her, and the way in which he subconsciously licked his lips as he took in her naked torso. She found it surprisingly comfortable to be wearing just a thong whilst surrounded by her male friends. Just a tiny item, with less material than a handkerchief, was all that prevented them from seeing her totally naked. Maybe it was the beach setting that made her feel so at ease.

Apart from Jess's increasingly skimpy beach attire life had grown rather mundane for the friends. They were fed up with their jobs and, having not had a holiday that year, were desperately in need of a break. The problem was the complete lack of money.

"How about your boss?" Zack asked Jess.
"What boss?" She replied.
"You know, your sugar daddy. Doesn't he own a shag pad down the coast?"
"Well firstly he isn't my bloody sugar daddy, and secondly I think he wants to go there with just me."

They all took in her gorgeous body as they considered this scenario.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind too much if we tagged along. In fact I'm sure if you wore that every day he'd be very happy indeed."
"Plus we'd be there to keep the dirty old bastard in check." Added Chuck.

Jess was pleased that Chuck thought he needed to protect her. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to go away after all.

The next day she waited until after work before knocking on Charles's office door.

"Come in."
"Hi Charles, I was just wondering. You know you mentioned your beach house down in Devon?"
"Oh yes, do you have the weekend off? Do you fancy going?"
"If the offer's still there. My friends would love to go as well."

The lawyer's face fell a little but he quickly recovered. He put a hand on her arm.

"Of course, my dear. I shall be there next weekend for a couple of days. I can show you all round then leave you to it. There's plenty of room."
"That's wonderful, thanks Henry." She pecked him on the cheek then sashayed out. She couldn't wait to tell her friends the good news.


The friends drove down in two cars, Jess making sure that she went in the same car as Chuck. They had been on a couple of surreptitious dates with each other, but Chuck was still nervous about upsetting the others.

When they arrived they saw Henry's Mercedes in the driveway. Jess was unsure how her boss would react when he saw that it was five male friends she had bought.

Henry hadn't been particularly impressed and had begrudgingly shown them around the property. Jess felt bad about deceiving him and so decided to reward him by stripping to just her thong on the beach that came right up to the decking at the front of the house. Henry was sat there with a gin and tonic, and now with a wide smile on his face.

The boys were all out mountain biking and so Henry had this luscious creature all to himself. He was far too much of a gentlemen to touch her or say anything inappropriate. Instead he enjoyed the couple of hours when he could take in Jess without interruption.

On the Sunday afternoon the gang of friends ventured out to a local pub for lunch. Over the course of the meal Chuck and Jess revealed that they had been dating. The others fell silent. 

"Look, we knew this may happen." Said Zack.
"The thing is, Jess, we're only concerned how this may affect our friendships." Added Ari.
"I know, I can see why you all may think that. But it doesn't have to change anything." She replied.

The bill came and they all paid in silence.

"There is, of course, that other thing we talked about mate." Baz said quietly to Chuck, out of earshot if Jess.
"I know. I'll talk with Jess now."

Chuck put his arm around Jess and made them deliberately walk slower than the others. Soon they were all alone.

"Jess, there's something I need to tell you before we get any more serious." He began. Jess realised he had something important to say and fell silent.
"Back when the six of us first got together us lads all made this agreement. You see, we could all tell you were special, that you were going to be as much of a lad as the rest of us apart from, well..."
"My boobs? She interjected.
"Yes. We also all fell instantly in love with you. You're drop dead gorgeous and we all wanted you. One night, when you were away, me and the other fellas went down the pub to talk about our relationship with you. We made an agreement. It was kind of Zack's idea..."
"Oh, I don't think I'm going to like this, am I?"
"Please, let me finish. We realised there would come a day when you would choose one of us. I'm sure you're aware of how pleased I am that it was me. However, the agreement was that you can't just have one of us. You have to take us all."
"You what?"
"Hang on, I'm nearly there. Now you must know how blokes think, and you must also know how incredible you look. If one of us ended up in a relationship with you it could only be on the basis that we got to share you."
"Share me? Like one of those weird religions?"
"Yeah, no, I mean like in the bedroom. I'd still be your only boyfriend, but I have to offer you to the others a couple of times a year."
"Are you kidding me? What if I don't want to be fucking offered?"
"Then I don't think we can take this relationship any further. I'm sorry Jess, this was something we all agreed to, and it's important to us."

They were back at the house. The other friends were waiting for them. Chuck told them that Jess knew

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with you all thinking of me like that." She said.
"Really? You really don't think that any of us at any time thought of you in that way?" Said Zack unashamedly.
"Well, yes, maybe, and I suppose I had the same feelings back at times. But this just seems a bit...well, weird I guess."
"Look, we're not expecting this to be forever. We're all gonna get girlfriends too some day. We just thought it would be our only chance of keeping us all together. To release the tension."
"I need some time by myself. I need to think about all this." 

Jess walked up the stairs to her room. The boys decided to let her have some time alone and so went for a hike into some nearby hills.

She came back down to the lounge to watch sunset. The others still hadn't returned but Henry was there mixing a cocktail. He poured one out for her as well.

"Where are your friends?" He asked.
"Did you have a good day?"

The conversation stalled. They finished their cocktails and Henry fetched them two more.

"Forgive me for saying so dear, but you seem a little distant."
"I'm sorry Henry. It's just this conversation we had earlier."
"Oh? Did they say something to upset you?"
"No. No, not at all. It was just a bit unexpected."
"Care to share?"

Jess tried to give a very vague description of the situation, but found that she was unable to do so without going into detail. Bolstered by the cocktails she ended up telling Henry everything.

"I see." He said, when she had finished.
"It's madness isn't it?" She said, hoping for him to tell her what she should do.
"Not madness, no. In some senses it's perfectly sensible, but I can see why you may be a little perturbed."
"Oh I'm perturbed all right."

Henry fell silent. Eventually he seemed to make up his mind to tell her what he was thinking.

"I was in a similar situation, many years ago of course."
"Really? No, I don't believe it."
"You can believe whatever you wish my dear, but what I'm about to tell you is true. I was in my twenties and best friends with two chaps and a lovely little thing called Sue. All of us had been to the same college and us three men were desperately in love with Sue.
"Now, unlike your situation, it wasn't us who came up with our little, ah, solution. Sue was a very bold girl, especially for those days. She could see that our affection for her could make things very awkward. So she generously gave herself to all three of us.
"There was one rule: she didn't want to be with us individually. She was, at that point, in a relationship with one of us chaps, Jim. She felt that being intimate with us other two separately would feel too much like we were replicating the relationship she had with Jim.
"So, what? You all had her together?"
"To put it crudely, yes. Alcohol beat away our inhibitions the first time we did it. But it turned out to be immensely enjoyable and satisfying for us all. Then I met my wife, whom I'm delighted to say I'm still with, and I didn't need Sue in that way any more.
"Don't get me wrong, we still remained the closest of friends. But I feel that this was only the case because of our social arrangement. We needed each other in that way at the time, but then the friendship moved on. I'm still good friends with them all now."

Jess went over to Henry, gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug. 

"Thank you Henry."
"You're quite welcome dear. Have I helped you to make up your mind?"
"Yes, very much so. Now I feel bad for being so distant from you."
"Don't worry about that."

Jess paused.

"What time are you leaving tonight?" She asked.
"About nine I think."
She smiled. "OK, good. I'll see you at nine."


George, Ari, Zack, Chuck and Baz came back just after it grew dark. They rustled up some dinner and worriedly speculated as to why Jess hadn't emerged from her room. Henry returned just before nine from the local pub.

"Have you seen Jess this afternoon?" Chuck asked.
"Yes, we had a chat earlier."
"How was she?"
"Well she's fine now I think." Said Henry as he started to gather his bags.

They heard stiletto footsteps on the stairs and turned to watch Jess, in five inch heels, low cut top and short skirt, as she sauntered down.

Open mouthed the six men ogled as Jess slowly lifted off her top, then wiggled out of her skirt. Wearing just her heels, a tight white lace corset and tiny white thong, she walked slowly through the quieted room to Henry.

"Thank you so much Henry." She said. "I've decided to take your advice."
"So I can see my girl."

She leaned up and hugged him then stepped back and spun around to let him have a good look. He ran a finger down the side of her corset then gave her bottom a playful pat. With a sigh he picked up his bags and departed.

Jess turned to her friends. She felt nervous and excited at the same time. Her friends were staring open-mouthed at her and she hoped they couldn't see her tremble. She took a deep breath.

"If we're going to do this, we're going to do it my way and all at once." Jess walked over to the kitchen counter and withdrew some matches and a sharp knife from a drawer. As the others stared at her perky ass she laid out four of the matches on a chopping board and proceeded to cut them to different lengths.

Once this was done she took them to the lounge area.

"Sit down boys."

The men all drifted over to the large white leather corner sofa. Jess could already see their excitement through their trousers. They were about to get even more turned on.

"Chuck, come here." He stood up and went over to her.
"Wow, Jess, you look incredible." He started running his hands over her but she slapped them away.
"Undress me for your friends." She ordered.

She turned around to show them all her thonged ass again. Chuck slowly released the clasps on the back of her corset, from her neck to the base of her spine. The corset fell to the floor.

She spun around and the men took in her breasts. Of course, they had seem them before on the beach, as well as her butt, but this situation was different. Now she knew she was uncovering herself for their pleasure, and they didn't try to hide the fact that they were smothering her with their hungry eyes.

Turning once again she took Chuck's hands and placed them on the thin lace sides of her thong. He took the hint and rolled the tiny piece of underwear over her curvaceous behind and off over her legs until she stood naked but for a pair of heels.

She led Chuck back to he sofa and made him sit. The V of of her pussy was perfectly smooth but for a thin line of soft hair. The thick lips were parted slightly to reveal her labia minora and the tip of her clitoris.

Now she went along the line of friends and slowly, sensually kissed them on the lips. She allowed them to gently touch her body, getting a feel of her tits, lovingly pinching her ass, testing the depths of that warm, tender pussy.

"Throw some cushions on the floor." The boys obeyed.
"I have two hands, a mouth, a pussy and an ass. Luckily for you boys there's something for everyone."
"Shotgun your pussy." Zack interrupted.
"You wish Zack. That's for Chuck only. He's the one I'm in a relationship with, he's who I belong to after tonight and he's the only one who goes there. If you're lucky you may get my ass."

She held out the matches in a way that didn't reveal their lengths for them all to pick. Ari was the first and drew a short match. Then George, who also selected a short match.

"Looks like I'll be playing with you boys with my hands. Feel free to touch me wherever you can reach, though."
"Come on ass." Said Zach, as he pulled a match from Jess's fist.
"Afraid not." Said Jess. "But I do give a mean blowjob."

She went to a drawer in a small table and withdrew some lube. She handed it to Baz then knelt on the sofa, her breasts resting on the back cushions.

"You can all help Baz and Chuck get me ready." She arched her back, spread her legs and revealed her silky smooth pussy and inviting, tight anus to her friends.

Baz stepped forward, squeezed some of the goo onto his hands and then proceeded to slather it on her butt. Transfixed, he traced the edges of her asshole then caringly, slowly, slipped a digit inside.

Jess closed her eyes and stuck her ass out even more as he did this. She had never been so aroused, had never wanted to give herself so completely. Zack took the lube from Baz. He looked at her pussy then at Chuck.

"May I?" He asked him.
"Sure, go ahead." Chuck replied.

Zack dripped lube directly onto Jess's spread pussy. The boys all watched in delight as it drooled down over her opening and onto her clit. Zack began lovingly stroking her, increasing pressure on her clit when she let out a low moan.

His fingers found their way inside her. As he slid them in and out Ari took over with her clit. The boys took it in turns with her orifices, with stroking her ass and with licking her tits and nuzzling her nipples. Jess revelled in being used in this way to satiate their desires, but she wanted to move things on. Her friends stood back as she got to her feet.

"I realise you boys may feel a little uncomfortable with being naked in each others' presence. Don't feel you have to strip off completely, but now I want to see your cocks."

She went over to each of them and unzipped and unbuttoned their trousers. Each of them had a full erection. She bent over and gave them thirty seconds of her mouth. Before they all got too excited she instructed Baz to lie on the cushions on the floor.

Checking that her ass was adequately lubed she asked the four who remained standing to pick her up. They had a leg and an arm each. She was spread wide and held over Baz's quivering cock. Inch by inch her ass was lowered on to it until he was deep inside her.

She had enjoyed having toys inside her ass before, but never before had she been penetrated there by a real penis. It felt soft but rigid, warm and throbbing.

Lying this way on top of Baz she invited Chuck to enter her as well. His thick, firm manhood filled her completely. It felt incredible, so arousing and so affirming. Jess felt full of life and satisfyingly sensitised to everything that was being done to her and for her.

She held George in one hand, Ari in the other, and began slowly masturbating them. Looking deep into Zack's eyes she took his cock in her mouth.

Baz and Chuck languidly fucked her. Zack relished seeing the look of arousal in her eyes as her tongue played on his slick cock.

Jess felt Ari grow suddenly harder. She increased her strokes then aimed him over her breasts. His stiff cock positively vibrated as jets of warm cum shot out and coated her erect nipples. Moments later George's thick white liquid mingled with that of Ari's. The large quantity of sticky ooze glistened on her chest.

Baz's cock felt so large in her ass. She couldn't see it but it must have been huge. At first it was a bit uncomfortable, but now it enhanced the feeling of intimacy with her friends and made her feel so exposed. Able to concentrate on what was in her mouth Jess tightened her lips around Zack's cock, giving the tip a quick flick with her tongue every now and then.

Zack was enraptured by the sight of two cocks sliding in and out of his friend's ass and pussy. The hole of her butt, so tiny before, was now swollen to accept Baz's massive member. To see such an intimate part of Jess doubled Zack's pleasure.

Jess sensed Zack's excitement. Moments later he groaned loudly and fed her several large shots of gooey cum. He tasted slightly bitter. She gulped the warm fluid down as she looked up at his satisfied eyes.

The two cocks inside her were rubbing at her G spot. Chuck also had his thumb on her clit, teasing it with small circles. Jess felt dizzy with pleasure. She felt so special, so lucky to have these friends who wanted her so badly. 

Baz had his hands around her waist, his strokes started getting faster and faster, his thighs making a slapping sound against her ass. Chuck could feel his friends excitement through the contracting tunnel of her vagina. He leaned in and kissed her now available mouth.

"Oh, oh god yes."
"Mmm, yes boys that's good.." Jess looked at Ari, George and Zack. "Did you enjoy me? Do you like seeing my ass and pussy being fucked with cocks?"

But she didn't wait for an answer to her breathy question. She let out an involuntary yelp as both the cocks inside her hardened at the same time. The thrusts came harder.

It was a strange but wonderful feeling. The soft fleshy penis pumping warm fluid deep into her ass. By itself it would have been glorious, but now she felt the pulsing denouement of her boyfriends joy.

She threw her head back and let out a guttural cry as divine delight overtook her. Her entire world became focused on the dizzying feeling from her clit, from inside her pussy. She became aware of the dribbling cum in her ass and on her breasts, and of the taste of Zack in her mouth.

She had given herself to her friends who had taken her to this transcendental state. When she, and the two men who were inside her, were done, the three watching helped Jess to her feet. Thick white slicks oozed from her ass and pussy. She went to all five of them, gave them a kiss on the cheek then teetered away to the shower in her en-suite.

"Wow." Said Zack.

They all agreed.


Jess didn't bother putting much on when she came down for breakfast the next day. She usually wore very little when she was alone. Now that her body belonged to her friends she wasn't shy about wearing just a bra and thong in front of them.

They talked about last night, about today and about the future. Henry had told Jess that the friends were welcome to the house. All he wanted in return was to look at her in her underwear and remind himself of what a young, beautiful lady felt like beneath his hands.

The next few years saw other girlfriends come and go. Sometimes there were just two at their little gatherings, sometimes all five were there. One time Zack brought a particularly adventurous girl along, and the boys enjoyed a show in which Jess explored her bisexual side. 

Gradually they found themselves in long term relationships until it was just Chuck who found herself being pleasured by Jess. She had explored a large range of scenarios and positions with them, all of the boys having released themselves in all possible ways with her.

When she went to bed with Chuck now she did so with the happy knowledge that she had tried everything, had discovered and satisfied her kinks and fantasies. She now had a gorgeous man who gave her all the satisfaction she would ever need.

Sunday, 18 November 2012

Her man in bondage

He walked past her window every day, 7pm and always wheeling his bike. His cycle jersey unzipped to reveal his chest, glistening from exertion. His bulging thighs encased in tight Lycra. And, oh, his gorgeous masterpiece of a butt.

Penny lived two doors down from this man, Lee, and at 46 was almost 15 years his senior. She liked nothing more than to return home from work, pour a glass of wine then wait for him to amble along. She only wished he lived closer, but here on the edge of the countryside, houses were at least a five minute walk apart. No chance of peaking through windows here.

Her ex-husband had left her several years ago, but he'd also left her with a lot of money. The house was huge, more of a mansion, and much too large for her. But she enjoyed filling it with friends and parties. Her girl friends spoke openly of their jealousy, not over her wealth, but over her living so close to such a beautiful man.

At night Penny often lay naked in bed, touching herself. As her fingers danced over her clit with increasing rapidity she envisaged him undressing, now naked, now running his large hands over her body. Afterwards she would contrive  ways in which to make this fantasy a reality. But she knew it would never happen. She had barely ever spoken with the man.


Lee's time at the house was almost up. Mrs Shaw, the owner, was a friend of a friend who appreciated having someone to help her out. Lee filled that role and received free accommodation in return. He loved the old woman. At 86 she maintained a wicked sense of humour and sharp wit, but her greedy family wanted her out and in a home so that they could move in.

He had for many years enjoyed a transient life, drifting from one place to the next. Unfortunately, though, his imminent homelessness coincided with the approach of the end of his contract at the nearby garden centre. For once, his life of freedom was tinged with an unwelcome lack of certainty.

Penny learned of Lee's predicament through Mrs Shaw. "Damn", she thought, "he's going to leave and I never got to see him naked". She knew it was pathetic but he provided one of the few highlights of her week.

Her friends came around for their regular Thursday night gathering. Wielding a recent clit lit bestseller, red-headed and under- sexed lawyer Gina was the first to broach the inevitable debate on good versus bad erotica. Penny's friends surprised her with their x-rated views.

The group agreed strongly on one thing: they detested how women were always depicted as being so weak in porn. They were always being spanked, or fucking older men, or having cash thrown at them to get their tits out. Just for once they wanted the tables to be turned.

Penny went to bed horny, and with a devilish plan twisting through her mind.

The nursing home ambulance came to collect Mrs Shaw first thing in the morning. That afternoon her family had already started moving her things out. Lee came back from his last day at work to find a note informing him he had 24 hours to vacate the premises.

When the following day arrived Lee tried and failed to find a way out of this mess. A knock on the door sounded shortly after lunch.

Penny had decided to be bold.

"I hear you're in a spot of bother" She said after exchanging pleasantries.
"Yes, a lot."
"I may be able to help."
"Oh, really? How?"

She now decided to be very bold.

"I want to buy you."


After laying out her idea she left Lee to think things through. He had a contract in front of him, but he knew it wasn't legally binding. Still, it was the best offer he had, albeit totally out of the ordinary.

He thought of Penny. She was an OK looking woman with shoulder length black hair showing no signs of grey and a petite body. He looked at the contract again.

Two years in which he belonged entirely to her and had to submit to her every whim. She didn't hold back in describing what this could mean. "If I want you naked you will be naked." she had said, "I am buying you as my slave and as my toy."

Lee went to bed with his head in turmoil. Two years seemed such a long time to be in bondage, but on top of being being given food and accommodation, he would receive a large bonus when the time was up. It was a strange and disconcerting situation, but could this in fact be a good choice?


Penny thought that she would never see Lee again. He had received her offer with surprise and had barely said a thing afterwards. But, to her immense delight, she found him at her door the next afternoon with all his possessions in a large rucksack. He handed her back the contract which he had signed.

She showed him his room then together they spent the rest of the day shopping. Handcuffs, lube, a whip, chains, toys, even a large cage. She bought whatever it was she thought she needed to keep and play with a gorgeous man in bondage. This shopping list wasn't made up on the spot - she had been imagining a scenario like this for quite some time but never in her wildest dreams imagined it coming true.

After dinner she told him to go upstairs, get undressed then meet her down in the spacious lounge for her to inspect her new toy. She reclined on a large sofa as she took in for the first time her youthful, naked man.

She didn't know if it was from working out or from cycling every day, but his body was flawless. Protruding a little way from his body his pecs didn't jiggle at all as he walked - they were pure muscle. A sextet of abs led along his flat stomach. 

The diagonal lines that led between the tops of his thighs and his groin pointed to a penis that hung low and heavy. He was uncircumcised and about two inches long in his flaccid state. She ordered him to turn.

At last she could see his butt, which she had coveted for so long, bared for her. It was as magnificent as she had imagined. Perfectly round and firm enough to withstand a slap with barely a ripple. 

Several minutes passed as she took him in. She gently held his cock, lifted his balls, made him bend over and spread his cheeks. She examined him carefully and made up her mind.

"Tomorrow I'm taking you to be waxed."


Penny waited outside as Lee endured the pain of having hair removed from his chest, ass and genital area. Next she took him to a nearby tattoo parlour. The tattooist was instructed to ink PK, Penny's initials, at the top of his butt. He was her possession and she wanted to make this clear to everyone who saw him.

Lee went through all this in silence. He was still trying to make sense of his situation. Although he knew he had to submit to her, he drew the line at having his nipples pierced. Penny allowed this but told him she would have to spank him later for refusing.

One month had passed since Lee had entered bondage. Most of the time he was dressed in a thong or jock strap, the heating in the house kept mercifully warm. During the day, when Penny was at work, he carried out maintenance duties or cooked wearing tight leatherette shorts. He tended to the secluded garden when the weather was warm, and had maintained an even, light brown tan.

Penny had set up webcams so that she could ogle him whenever she wanted. He was only allowed off the premises with her permission and usually only then if she wanted him to get waxed again.

Because of all the accoutrements of keeping a slave, Penny had set aside a room in which to keep all of his equipment. He had been instructed to build a platform for the cage and ensure there was a hole in the bottom.

Lee had learned what the hole was for last week, when Penny told him to get in the cage. She had cuffed his hands and ankles to the floor of the cage. His cock dangled above the hole, through which she reached and grabbed hold of him. She slowly masturbated him, taking her time to revel in the pleasure of it (as she did every time she manhandled him). 

His rock hard erection, so smooth and soft to touch, was coated in lube. Penny was beginning to get an intimate understanding of her man's anatomy and so she anticipated when he would cum. She uttered words of encouragement as she milked him hard.


The time had come for Penny to tell her friends about Lee. She told Lee to make himself as perfect as could be. She wanted to try something new and handed him a douche, explaining to him how to use it. One last thing she told him to do was to lightly cover himself in baby oil.

Having prepared himself Lee came and took his position kneeling at his mistress's feet. For a moment she contemplated cancelling her friends. He looked incredible. The soft lighting painted shadows over the lines of his muscles, his brown hair stylishly tousled, his pale blue eyes focused down.

"You're clean?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. I want you to set up the sturdy coffee table from the drawing room in here. Put it over there in the wall recess."
"Yes, Mistress."

The friends arrived shortly afterwards. Penny welcomed them in the conservatory with cocktails. Conversation was concentrated on one topic: Penny's new man.

At first her friends refused to believe her. How did she find a man willing to do this? When did she grow so bold as to do such a thing? Once they had reached an agreeable level of tipsiness Penny led them through the house and opened the door to the lounge.

The ladies gasped, Gina whistled, the youngest, Susan Sarandon lookalike Jane, swore quietly.

Lee stood on the coffee table, perfectly still and perfectly naked. He was posed in the style of Michaelangelo's David. 

"Penny, you cow, you've got a real-life David!"
"Only with a larger cock."

Lee's mistress went to a draw and withdrew a riding crop. She went to her man and began tracing his contours with the whip. As her friends gathered around they gazed in awe as she brought the crop to Lee's cock.

She gave it a couple of short flicks, then proceeded to draw the whip along his genitalia, shiny with oil. Her attention zeroed in on the tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive area under it's head. The action had a slow but sure effect. His penis grew along with the excitement of all those present.

Now fully erect, Lee remained otherwise stock still. Penny gestured for her friends to take their seats. They did so without taking their eyes off of the man for one moment.

"Lee, go and fetch drinks. Bellinis for us all."
"Yes, Mistress."

His glistening, tight buttocks were closely studied as he departed the room.

"Holy fuck, Penny."
"I want one. I want him."
"How much does he cost?"
"A little. He mainly does it for food and lodging."
"His body, it's wondrous."
"Oh, and that cock."
"That arse!"

They fell into awed silence when Lee returned bearing drinks. He handed them out then went to his default position: kneeling at Penny's feet. She instructed him to go to each of her friends.

As he did so they took it in turns to run their hands over his body, squeeze his butt or fondle his balls. There were gleeful giggles and gasps of shock and delight. Gina held his semi-erect cock close to her mouth.

"It looks delicious. Can I?" She asked Penny.
"Of course, enjoy."

She licked her lips then gulped down as much of the penis as she could. She sucked and licked and groped his ass until he was again fully erect. Penny marked her territory by kissing Lee passionately whilst her friend consumed him. He gave himself willingly.

Lee knew he was there to satisfy the women's desires, but he too derived some pleasure from being caressed. He also found it incredibly erotic discovering that his body could bring such joy. 

The feel of so many hands on his genitals and bottom, plus the hot, saliva feel of Gina's mouth, was wonderful. Lee had, over their time together, began to derive ever more enjoyment from his mistress who, over time, had discovered how to work her toy's body to full effect. She knew exactly where to touch him, with just the right amount of pressure and with just the right object, be it her fingers, a vibrator or her mouth. The other women felt good, but they did not compare.

"He's magnificent." Gina said when her mouth was no longer full. It was only after the friends had satisfied their cravings of Lee that they considered their partners. It hadn't felt like cheating. Penny had done such a good job of presenting her slave as an object that they easily forgot he was a real man.

A couple of them, both married, expressed their uncertainty and, after a final grope, regretfully announced that they probably wouldn't be a part of this sort of gathering again. The others, however, had no such qualms. Those in longer relationships considered telling their men about this new 'club' of theirs.

Penny promised them full access to her man once a month. They could suck him, fuck him, lick him, whip him, wank him, and more. But his ass was off limits. That belonged entirely to his mistress who knew that this most sensitive spot was the key to her domination over him. Penny was now looking hungrily at him.

She bade her friends farewell and promised to keep in touch with them via unique email accounts. They would receive frequent pictures of Lee, be given access to the webcams and be allotted their monthly time alone with him.

When the friends had been hustled out the door Penny slipped a collar around Lee's neck. She led him to a sofa and sat. He was instructed to bend over her knees, one leg on the sofa, one on the floor. His ass was on her lap, his cock hanging loose. After a few playful slaps she instructed him to use a hand to spread himself.

Emptying some lube onto his hole she carefully slid a finger inside. Her other hand busied itself with his cock. She was incredibly turned on and masturbated him hard, soon slipping another digit into him. When she heard him gasp she knew she had found his A spot.

Her fingers probed and fucked him furiously. She had him kneel on the sofa with his legs either side of hers so that she could continue playing with his ass whilst sucking a long, hot load of cum out of his cock.

She hooked the leash back onto his collar and led him back to his room. Returning to the lounge and reclining on the sofa she lifted her skirt and removed her knickers. As she played with herself she reflected on how powerful she felt. 

Her high powered job and small fortune did not compare to this feeling of total domination. She stroked herself slowly and plotted what next she would do with her man. The only thing restricting her now was her imagination, which grew wilder by the day.

Sunday, 4 November 2012

Finding a venue

G and I are ready to visit our first proper sex club. However, we haven't decided when to go, or where. G insists we don't go anywhere in London and will only have sex in a private room, but she is happy to dress up (or rather not dress in very much at all) for the public areas.  Places that we're considering include:

Liberty Elite in Leicestershire (although not accessible by public transport)
Eureka in Kent (although would prefer a no-single-males night)
Cap d'Agde
One of the many places in Tenerife

Any other recommendations?

Friday, 5 October 2012


There are parts of the New Forest in Hampshire that are frequented by witches who wish to practise the darks arts of Black Magic in seclusion.

Abby and Joe were a couple in their early thirties who had escaped the city for the weekend for some adventure. They had come to the New Forest and strapped to their backs was a bundle of camping equipment and clothes. It was a hot weekend, very hot.

Because they were tracing quiet paths through remote parts of the forest Abby was happy to strip off to her bra. Beads of sweat tickled her cleavage, her breasts bouncing as she marched. Her slim midriff glistened with the effort of hiking in the heat.

Joe had also removed his t-shirt, distracting his girlfriend with his strong body. It was so quiet in the woods, only the occasional bird call punctuating the silence.

Towards the end of the day they decided to stop and set up camp. They had just passed by a few trees that had some broken mirror and various other items dangling from the branches, and now came to the banks of a stream.

The remains of a small bonfire indicated that others had stayed here previously. Someone had constructed a strange X-shaped bench, about waist high, from smooth planks. They decided it was for sitting on, melting marshmallows in the fire.

Having erected the tent and knowing that they were some way from civilisation the couple stripped naked and stepped into the cool waters of the stream.

They threw water at each other then, wet and cooler, they held each other and kissed as ripples of water gurgled just below their thighs. Joe started to grow hard and Abby couldn't resist taking hold of him. His seven inch cock completed the look of this powerful creature. She slapped his firm butt and made him watch her unblemished peachy ass as she climbed onto the bank to dry off.


Later in the evening, having enjoyed a surprisingly delicious camp meal, they snuggled up outside the tent before a small fire. It was a comfortably warm evening and all around the forest was silent.

Out in the silence they heard footsteps. The faint glow of a distant torch grew stronger as it approached their position. From the gloomy trees emerged another camper, a young woman in her mid-twenties with long wavy brown hair tucked in behind a small rucksack.

"Hi, good evening." Said Abby, somewhat startled.
"Good evening. This is a lovely spot, isn't it?" Replied the stranger. She had a high, whispery voice and an elfin grin when she spoke.
"Great for rough camping, and plenty of space too." Joe chimed in.
"I'm Hattie." She shook their hands as they introduced themselves.

To the couple's surprise Hattie didn't unpack a tent but instead pulled out a blanket on which she sat and crossed her long legs. She had on a long and loose black skirt and a tight fitting brown t-short which (Joe couldn't help but notice) stretched across breasts much larger than would be expected on someone with a body as small as hers.

From her rucksack Hattie produced a plastic glass and a bottle of something. After eating a brief meal of bread and cheese she poured out a clear liquid. She drank it down quickly then wiped her hand across her mouth.

"Oh, where are my manners? Would you like some?" She asked, remembering that Joe and Abby were in her presence.
"What is it?" Asked Abby, shuffling over.
"Apple schnapps. Strong, but delicious. Here, try a bit."

Abby knocked back the liquor then coughed and laughed.

"Christ, that's bloody strong!" She exclaimed.
"Here, Joe. Have some." With a glint in her dark eyes Hattie handed the glass to Joe.


The fire was...much larger. And, and there were people standing around it. Wha...what were they saying? Where's...where is, er...

It's dark. Now completely dark. Just sounds, the faint hush of a light breeze playing on the leaves. Voices, female voices. Happy, excited.


Something is tied around me, I can feel it restraining my wrists, ankles and waist. I can see now, it's rope. My shirt is gone and it looks as though I'm only wearing my boxers. Yes, I can feel the rough bark of the tree to which I'm tied on my bare legs.

What the fuck is going on? OK, try not to panic. Deep breaths. There's Abby. Oh, thank god, she looks alright. She's sitting on Hattie's rug and looks kind of...mellow. There's definitely something strange about her.

What happened? We were outside our tent then that girl came along.  Hattie! She gave us something to drink and then...that weird dream.

Looking to my right I can see them. It wasn't a dream. The fire's there and around it are four, no five women. They're chanting something, I can't hear. Where are my clothes? I try and struggle free but it's impossible.

"Abby! Hey! Abby!" I'm talking in a loud whisper but I know she can hear me. Still, though, she just sits there with that distant look upon her face. I've had enough.

"Oy! Come over here! Get me out of all this." I shout to the women.

They stop immediately and look over at me. Shit, I'm suddenly very scared. Hattie is the first to break away and walk towards me.

"Good, he's awake."
"Hattie, what is this?"

The rest of the group join her. They're standing a couple of feet in front of me making no attempt to help, just looking me over. I feel extremely self conscious. 

Hattie is the youngest of the group. The oldest is maybe around 45. They are all dressed in the same dark clothing but there the similarities end. 

One of them, a thin, short haired woman several years older than Hattie stepped forward. She said her name was Flo.

"Do not be afraid. We aren't going to hurt you. We need you, we need a male."

The others broke into a chant, repeating her last word. "Male, male, male, male."

"You are the Earth's strength, in you is contained her seed. You are our offering."

From beside her a tall woman, pretty and blonde-haired stepped forward. She tied a rope around my waist then attached a collar around my neck. To this a long leash was fastened. Another of the group loosened the other ropes.

I was pulled forward by the rope around my waist. Flo produced a large knife. Shit, they're going to stab me! I have to get away. But as much as I struggled there was nothing I could do. They had me held firm by the ropes and leash.

I had to just watch as Flo walked behind me. From the corner of my eye I saw her lower the knife. This was it. I could no longer see what was happening but felt something press against my underwear. She was cutting away my shorts, making a slit up the cleft of my buttocks.

Once she had finished the shreds of my boxers fell away. I was now entirely naked. Their strange chant began again. "Male, male, male, male." For a few minutes they did nothing but stare. 

OK, so they probably weren't going to hurt me. Should I be enjoying this? Five women all enjoying my naked body - it's the stuff of fantasies. But no, it all still seemed so strange. I then remembered the walk to camp. Those things strung up in the branches. Of course, they had to be. Witches.

Despite this fantastical situation I felt very self conscious. To be unclothed and the focus of all this attention made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I'm proud of my body, I keep myself trim and down there is, well it's not huge but it's certainly nothing to be shy about.

As I was starting to have these thoughts one of the women took hold of my penis. Despite being in a flaccid state she was able to take a good handful. I looked at her face, trying to anticipate what she had planned for me. 

She looked happy and at peace. Her blue eyes, framed by long, straight, jet black hair had a youthful appearance. I guessed her age to be not quite forty. All of my bonds except those around my waist and neck were removed. With a firm, but gentle grip on my cock the woman led me to the stream. 

I knew it was futile to resist. The other four still had hold of the other ropes. I was pulled into the water. It was freezing and therefore all the more shocking when the witches proceeded to splash water over me.

"You are now cleansed." Said Flo, once the splashing had stopped.

I was led out of the stream to the X bench. I now noticed that ropes had been fastened to the four tips. Hattie gently prodded me in the back. "Lie on your front."

Turning to look at them all I decided to comply. What else could I do? Although I could no longer see the knife, they all seemed to be in a benevolent mood and I didn't want to do anything to change that. Abby was still sitting there motionless and seemingly unwilling, or unable, to help.

Lying face down on the cross each arm and leg were tied to a strut. My butt felt very exposed. I watched as one of the women, one of the witches, picked up a freshly cut bushel of twigs. She held them in the bonfire which caused them to blacken and hiss. They were too green to catch fire immediately and she withdrew them before they could.

She handed out half to Flo. With those that she still held she began lightly stroking my body. That chant began again and the witch started whipping the twigs against my bare flesh, harder and harder. It caused a brief burning sensation each time they struck.

Flo held the other twigs over my back. From them dripped hot sap which made me jump at the sting each time they spattered on me. These people had said that they weren't going to hurt me but...well, actually, although the thrashing twigs and burning sap caused me pain, at the same time it was immensely pleasurable.

Once they were finished whipping me I was untied from the cross and, with someone at either end of the rope around my waist, one pulling at my leash and another tugging at my cock, was taken back to the stream.

The cool waters eased the burning. The relief felt almost erotic. I sat down and spread my legs, beginning to enjoy the flow of the stream against my genitals and ass. But then I received a tug on my leash and I was led back to the cross.

This time I was tied face up. Abby had drifted over. She didn't take her eyes off of my penis. The older witch began running her hands over me and, whilst the others watched leaned over and took my cock in her mouth.

She licked and sucked and, as much as I wanted to retain some control over my own body, I couldn't stop my erection. When she had made me as big and hard as I could get she pulled away. Hattie had in her hand a band made of what looked like a thin green root. She slipped it over my erection and slid it down, pulling my balls through. It felt very soft against my skin.

A bench was slid under the cross. Abby stood on this then reached under her skirt and slid down her knickers. Whilst this was happening the witches were each licking and sucking my cock. Abby lifted a leg over me and then eased herself down onto my erection.

I was slick with the saliva of the other women, and Abby felt as though she'd been getting very excited. She rocked her hips and had sex with me, my cock deep within her.

For an hour she grinded away. Hattie, Flo and the rest chanted whilst stroking me. Their hands were everywhere, running from my feet to my neck, occasionally squeezing my balls or tracing circles around my anus and slipping a finger through the aperture.

The chanting stopped and I felt Abby tense. She worked harder and harder until she arched her back and reached a screaming orgasm that lasted much longer than usual. 

I was stimulated but no way near ready to cum. I had been sucked and fucked but I remained hard, when on any other occasion I would have climaxed ages ago. What had they done to me? Abby returned to the blanket where she lay in blissful peace. 

The witches came to my cock and took it in turns to lick Abby's juices from me. Five hungry mouths with silky lips devouring me, making sounds akin to one consuming a juicy plum. They then took it in turns to hitch up their skirts and ride me.

Each of them reached orgasm within minutes. I remained hard but otherwise unaffected. I have, before now, had sex with two other women apart from Abby, but never in quick succession like this. It was amazing to experience how different each woman's pussy felt from one another. Some tight, some very wet, some with amazing control of their muscles.

Once they had finished pleasuring themselves on me, three wooden cups were produced along with a thick stick, smooth and polished. Hattie smeared the shiny tip with some sort of creamy poultice. As one of the women took hold of my erection Hattie carefully slid the stick inside me.

At once I felt intense pleasure. For ten minutes I was masturbated and fucked in the ass. The stick provoked a sensation I had never felt before: fullness and intense awareness of the nerves at the tip of my cock.

Hattie had now taken over pleasuring my cock with her hands. The thrusts of the stick came faster and faster and...oh, oh here it is, I have no control, my body belongs entirely to the witches and I give myself up as a wave of ecstasy overtakes me. I cum hard. 

But this is different to when I've cum before, for it lasts for at least a minute. Over 60 seconds of orgasm, during which time a rapid succession of my hot juices spurted high into the night air.

I felt so out of control, so happy. Three of the women caught my cum in the cups. When it was over they began chanting. One of the women put a cup to her mouth and began drinking. She licked her lips and looked at me before resuming her consumption of my thick cream.

Two other women took the other cups, one to the river, the other to the fire. As they poured the contents into them my world turned hazy then black.


Abby and Joe were woken by the warm sun on their tent. They looked at each other and both described the exact same strange dream. Joe climbed out of the tent and looked at the remains of a bonfire, smouldering away.

They packed up their things and, feeling extremely content and at one with Nature, started walking out from the campground. On their way they passed a thick stick, smooth and polished.

Abby tightened the grip on Joe's hand, looked into his face and smiled. "We should come here again."

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Anal sex

In the earlier years of our relationship we experimented a lot with our bodies. We still do now, it's just that we've found a number of favourite ways to get maximum enjoyment.

One of the activities that fell by the wayside was anal sex. We both enjoyed it. G got a huge kick from my cock filling her ass whilst I stroked her clit. I got a thrill from the feeling of tightness and the sheer intimacy of it.

However, it didn't compare to vaginal sex. The muscle walls in G's pussy caress my cock from base to tip and she gets wet - something that excites me and, of course, helps when I'm particularly hard. G can orgasm very fast from vaginal sex and she gets a much greater kick out of it than anal.

It was fun filling her ass with my cum, but now anal play is restricted to fingers and toys (for both of us). That said, we haven't tried it in a while...maybe it's time again...

Sunday, 19 August 2012

Skinny dipping

This heat has awakened in me a memory of the times we went skinny dipping. We have a photo of me at just such a time on a beach somewhere in South East Asia.

We had the image printed on canvas and this is it hanging on our wall for all our friends to see. Needless to say they don't know I'm naked in it...

Posted as part of:

Sinful Sunday

Thursday, 9 August 2012


In a quiet part of the Surrey countryside there grew a large pine forest. Amidst this sylvan wilderness a group of friends had met.

The friends were all graduates from the same university. It was at university that they had first come together, ten years ago. There were five Britons, two American men, two Italian women and a Frenchman.

Dressed in fatigues and wearing goggles, they each held in their hands a paintball gun. Having split into two groups, the five Britons in the blue versus the others in red, they spread out into the wind tousled trees.

Kelly was one of two girls in the blue team. Her blonde hair was tied into a tight ponytail, her large breasts restrained by a sports bra. She felt she had to prove herself in this macho pursuit and so was taking it seriously. For the past few weeks she had trained relentlessly to get herself in shape. She admitted to her teammate Sian that she wanted to play in her bikini to show off her toned body.

Sian was not jealous of her friend's body for she herself had a physique to be proud of. She in fact made Kelly seem reserved, having unashamedly stripped to her skimpy underwear in front of the others to don the green and olive protective clothing.

This was a close group. Kelly, Sian and the two Italians Ellie and Alessia had each slept with more than one of their choice selection of male friends. Sian had boasted of fucking one from each nation. Cock shapes and sizes had, of course, been topics of conversation on more than one girly weekend away.

The soft chatter of paintball guns told Kelly that the game had started. She ran for a clump of bushes and lay next to her teammate, Jon.

Kelly liked Jon a lot. He was one of the few who hadn't had sex with any of the girls and so remained something of a mystery. Not that any of them hadn't tried, especially Sian, for Jon had the most compelling blue/green eyes you'll ever see.

His eyes almost distracted from his silky light brown hair and high cheekbones. They definitely didn't distract from his very strong legs and slim torso.

Crawling out of the bush the two edged forward. They were tasked with capturing the red team's base. Kelly saw a movement ahead and shot Seb, the Frenchman. Seb had a strange, but usually great sense of humour. Today he had brought with him a butt plug because he promised to "Fuck you Brits in the ass." He shook it at them in mock anger before trudging off.

They both stood then heard a rustle behind them. The Italians were raising their guns. Kelly and Jon sprinted off in different directions, dodging a shower of paint-filled bullets.

Kelly slammed through a thorn bush which punctured her clothing with spiky needles. She gasped but carried on, having seen the red team's base ahead.

From behind a tree she watched as Seb went into the hut to serve his penalty time. All was quiet. All she had to do was dash inside, retrieve the red flag and return to her base.

She sprinted across open ground and burst through the door. She quickly and quietly closed it behind her. A second door was open at the back. Seb must be out there, probably taking a pee.

She took a moment to look out the window. She was all alone. There were a few thorns sticking out of her fatigues. She decided to take off her top and see what damage had been done.

Apart from a few spots of blood there was no other injury. Turning around to retrieve the flag she stopped and saw Seb in the doorway.

"Aww, I thought you were gonna do a whole strip for me." He said in his mild French accent.
"Sorry, this is all you're getting."

Seb grabbed her top from the bench and threw it out the door.

"Maybe I should keep you here as captive."
"You can try but I don't mind running from here with my tits out." Laughed Kelly.

At that moment AJ, one of the Americans, and Alessia entered.

"Oh shit." Uttered Kelly.
"I wouldn't worry Kel," said Alessia, "you're team are starting to surround us."
"Appreciate you waiting here with your top off though." Quipped AJ.
"Well, if we're going down I want a last piece of action with our captive here." Said Seb.

He advanced on Kelly, brandishing the butt plug. Kelly couldn't help the grin on her face. Seb could easily have been a model with his looks, so she was happy to act a bit slutty like her friend Sian for once.

Seb turned Kelly around and ran his hands down her back.

"Ooo, you naughty Frenchman, what're you going to do with me?" Kelly said in a teasingly girlish voice.
"Well, as team captain, I'm going to ask my teammate Alessia here to come and kiss you."
"Kiss me?"
"Yes. A big, wet kiss on the lips."
"I'm sorry, Kel, but I have to do as he says." Alessia slyly uttered.

Seb took one of Kelly's arms, AJ the other. Alessia put her hand on the other girl's bare waist and slowly leaned in. She opened her mouth a little, closed her eyes and inched forward. Kelly watched Alessia's thick lips draw close. If this was to be her first kiss with a woman then she couldn't think of anyone more gorgeous than the one in front of her.

The two boys watched closely as the two girls' lips met. This wasn't a quick peck though. Flicks of tongue could be seen as the two passionately kissed. Alessia even emitted a few low moans.

Taking advantage of Kelly being distracted, AJ discreetly undid Kelly's trousers whilst Seb unclasped her bra. Kelly only became aware again of the two men when they tightened ropes around her wrists.

"Hey, what are you..."

The ropes were tied to the ceiling, Kelly's bra fell away revealing her full breasts and very erect nipples.

"I think I should go and support Ellie." Said Alessia, drawing a finger over her friend's breasts before walking out of the hut.

AJ was sliding Kelly's trousers over her long legs. She was now wearing only her boots and a lacy black thong.

"Oh that's very nice." Said AJ.

Seb gently caressed her breasts, occasionally giving them a hard squeeze. His long fingers traced her spine from her neck to her thong, which he took hold of and continued the downward movement. She was now completely naked, her pussy wet with anticipation.

AJ knelt in front of her as if he was worshipping her amazing body. He leaned in and began lapping his big tongue against her bare clit. The slow, sloppy slurps aroused her intensely.

The other man meanwhile was busying himself with her ass. His index finger gently entered her anus and proceeded to fondle her most private part. When she looked down she could see erections tightening against their clothes, and it made her so horny knowing it was her body that had caused this.

Being naked in such a strange environment intensified her senses. The damp, musky air on her skin, the wet sound of AJ's greedy mouth on her pussy, the salty taste of Seb's fingers before he plunged them into her orifices.

The Frenchman's hot breath was on her neck. She turned her head to kiss him long and hard. His finger had been replaced with his butt plug which he had slowly slid deep inside her. It gave her the most satisfying feeling of fullness and utter helplessness. A shout interrupted the frenzy.

"Guys, come quick, I've lost the others and Jon's coming."

It was Alessia. The two men stopped what they were doing with Kelly, grabbed their guns and ran out the door. Kelly yelled after them.

"Don't just fucking leave me here like this!"

She struggled against her bonds but couldn't break free. She felt very exposed, tied up naked in the damp, dirty hut. Closing her eyes she could still feel AJ tonguing her engorged pussy, could still feel Seb's finger inside of her. The butt plug was still safely nestled in her ass.

A small creak behind her caused her to quickly turn in that direction. It was Jon, who had come through the back door.

"Oh wow." He said, his eyes all over her naked flesh.
"Been having fun?" He asked with a grin.
"Jon, thank god. Can you free me?"

He didn't respond, instead he continued to stare at her quivering breasts, her perfect ass and juicy pussy.

"Jon!" She hissed, "Please untie me."

This time he obeyed. He quickly loosened the ropes, his arm brushing her tits. She reached around to extract the butt plug but before she could Jon whispered urgently.

"They're coming back. We're going now!"

He grabbed her hand and the red flag and pulled them into the woods. They ran as quietly as they could through the trees. The plug was small enough not to cause Kelly too much discomfort as she ran, but large enough to stay safely secreted inside.

They continued to run for several minutes until they came to a patch of nettles.

Without speaking Jon turned to Kelly and hoisted her into his arms to carry her over the hazard. She shrank into his strong body then faced him when he set her back down.

"Thank you." She said, looking deep into his eyes. "You saved me."
"How could I leave such a beautiful damsel in distress?"

She raised herself onto tiptoes to kiss him quickly on the lips. Instead of continuing to run they remained looking at each other. They were alone, all sounds of battle far away.

Jon put his arms behind her naked back to pull her in for a long, hot kiss that set off a tingling sensation coursing through their bodies.

Kelly took a step back and stood naked before Jon.

He walked forward and ever so gently traced his big hands over her breasts and then down over her stomach to the glistening slit between her legs.

Kelly turned around and bent over, exposing her plugged ass to him. His thick fingers took hold of the plastic and he watched mesmerised as he pulled it out, causing her soft pink ring to stretch and then contract around it's shape. A slight breeze blew cold against her exposed hole.

"My saviour." Whispered Kelly, turning back to face him.

He spread the red flag on the ground and then lay his jacket on top. Kelly reclined on it, waiting to reward her hero with her body.

Jon pulled off his vest, revealing pronounced pecs lightly covered in hair. He removed his trousers, displaying tight white boxers bursting with his full penis. Kelly held her breath as he uncovered a thick cock, not too long but definitely not small. It was so smooth and ever so slightly curved. It was perfect.

He covered her bare body with warm kisses, starting from her neck, running over her breasts and nipples and down to her thighs. He licked his way back up to her vulva which he kissed and briefly tongued, teasing her swollen clit.

Kelly spread her legs and held them back, with her hands clutching behind her knees, giving Jon the choice of her pussy or ass. He chose the former, delicately sliding his cock, which by now was positively vibrating with excitement, deep into her luscious passage.

His thrusts started slowly but Kelly was fast being brought to orgasm.

"Hurry Jon, I want you to cum with me."
"I want to enjoy this as long as I can."
"You're my rescuer, you can have me whenever you want."

Jon groaned in pleasure at this thought, his fleshy sword growing bigger, harder, doubling Kelly's pleasure. He put his hands behind her back, lifted her up and twisted around so that he was now beneath her.

She gazed up at the fine old English oak above them, covered in it's skin of bark. She felt so sensuous being naked in nature. Her eyes then took in her hero, a fine young English man with flawless skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

As she rode his upright member his hands greedily fondled her tits before moving to her tight butt. She moved faster and faster, close to orgasm and suddenly he felt his creamy juices course through his aching cock.

He sneaked a finger into her ass as they both cried in ecstasy. Kelly writhed on for almost a minute more until she was at last entirely spent.

Jon dressed, handing Kelly the flag to use as a skirt and his jacket to cover her breasts. They walked hand in hand to their base, unnoticed by the others who were engaged in battle.

Slowly their friends realised that the blue team had won and came back to Kelly and Jon.

"Kelly! What happened to you?" Asked Sian.
"Winning, and having some fun along the way."
"You may have won, but we still fucked your ass. How did you get away?" Said Seb.
"My knight in shining armour extracted me." She replied, winking at Jon before tossing the butt plug, still warm from her body, at Seb.

Monday, 23 July 2012

She takes control

It didn't cost me much - just £5.99 - but it was exactly what I was looking for. Something to give G complete control over me.

I would say I'm dom 25% of the time, sub 35% of the time and pure shared love making afficionado the rest of the time. Recently I've been feeling very sub.

The cock leash arrived in the post from Bondara in just two days. G was away so I immediately tried it on, and I immediately realised that a shave and some lube would be a good idea.

It was slightly too small for me, but the slight discomfort just added to the BDSM mood. I took it off and left it lying around for G to discover. She straight away realised what it was.

I was ordered to strip and put it on. By now I was clean shaven but no time for lube. I squeezed my balls through the cock ring. Fondling myself a little filled the other rings.

I walked back in to G, handing her the leash. She lead me around the house by my cock, stopping to admire my entrapped erection. Orders followed. "Play with your balls", "Pinch your nipples", "Turn around, get on all fours and stick your ass up".

Following this last order G pulled my cock between my legs as she caressed my ass and balls. I was so hard now that the rings were painful. She whipped me with the leash then turned me around to play with my exposed tip.

At last she freed me and stroked and played with me until I orgasmed. For £5.99 our new toy sure provided a lot of fun. She can't wait to get it on me again.

Monday, 2 July 2012

Her. Him.

Her: Sun on my bare shoulders. Walking to the bar. His idea, my turn to do what he desires.

Him: She looks incredible. Tiny vest, short skirt and, I knew, a mini thong. The others were already at the bar.

Her: The bar is busy. Lots of young, trendy people. In the booth his friends sit. Both good looking, confident.

Him: They're not proper friends. For starters we've only ever met online. But we do share a common interest.

Her: Me. They're all here for me. He talks with men and women online who meet up for sexual adventures.

Him: I can tell they like her. Of course they do. I fetch drinks and  leave them to get to know one another.

Her: I'm surprised, they're perfectly normal. But I know they want me. I feel happy, slutty.

Him: Our flat is five minutes away. The other two have done this before, but they've never met in person.

Her: We're in the flat. I have played the good hostess and passed out beers. He is now behind me.

Him: I lift her top over her head, then pull down her skirt. She almost bursts out of her 32C bra.

Her: They're looking me over. Three pairs of eyes go to my tits as he removes my bra.

Him: I turn her around. The others compliment her perfect round ass. The thong is slowly rolled off.

Her: I'm now only wearing knee-high boots. I turn around, my bare pussy on display.

Him: I stroke her ass. The others take the cue and move in.

Her: Their hands are all over me. He turns my head.

Him: I kiss her. Tongues flicking, groans from her.

Her: I look him in the eyes as they play.

Him: Hands on her pussy and tits.

Her: Fingers enter me. My pussy first.

Him: My fingers find her ass.

Her: My clit gets attention. So good.

Him: I bend her over.

Her: Three cocks for me.

Him: She sucks me. 

Her: A cock in my pussy, another in my hand.

Him: We take it in turns. She's so wet.

Her: Taken by surprise in the ass.

Him: We're close.

Her: Hot cum in my ass.

Him: Another cums in her mouth.

Her: He cums in my pussy.

Him: I'm in ecstasy.

Her: I'm in ecstasy.

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

My idea for a male sex toy

After some research I've come to the conclusion that the male sex toy market is missing something.

Toys either focus on just one area or are massive. G likes to see and play with my cock. She doesn't want a giant plastic sleeve getting in the way of her fun. I want something a little more stimulating than a vibrating cock ring.

Here is my idea:

Butt plug glans stimulating cock ring

The toy is made up of elastic tubes filled with liquid. When the penis is erect the liquid is squeezed into a small container. When the penis is flaccid the liquid fills the tubes in order to help keep the toy fixed to it.

A lower strap acts as a cock ring. From here a wire leads to a butt plug which contains a battery, small vibrating unit and receiver so that G can stimulate me remotely (and in public).

The strap around the glans holds in place a small vibrator beneath the head against the most sensitive part of the penis.

My toy can stimulate my ass, keep me erect with the cock ring as well as bring on intense orgasm via the head of my penis. The component parts are small, meaning G can enjoy looking at me and fondling. It's discreet enough to be worn in public.

Why has no-one made this yet?!

Sunday, 24 June 2012


G happened across some film we took of me tying her up, stroking, toying and licking her. She said we should do it again. She's been away for a few days and returns this evening. Guess who'll be waiting...

As part of:
Sinful Sunday

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Naked in nature

For me the feel of the sun and a soft soughing breeze on my naked skin is one of life's greatest pleasures. Living in London the only opportunity for nude sunbathing is either in your garden (not overlooked, haven't yet worked out if ours is completely private) or a couple of adult spas.

We've just returned from a sunny destination in Europe where sunbathing naked is perfectly acceptable. Unlike the London spas where sunbathing and sex go hand in hand, nudist beaches attract those happy to go back to nature with only, perhaps, the occasional proposition.

Any chance I have for stripping off in the great outdoors I leap at. If anyone happens to own a private piece of land and wouldn't mind a nature-loving sunbather, do let me know!

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

The parcel

When Anne had applied for the role of receptionist at the local gym she was at a particularly low point in her life. She had been divorced for several years and her only contact with men had been the occasional brief date that inevitably ended with awkward farewells and false promises of staying in touch.

At 52 years of age Anne had gathered about her enough assets and creature comforts to afford a life of stress-free coasting. After years of being a housewife she had found herself alone with good qualifications but too many years out of date. The new, part-time job was intended to distract her from her misery.

The first few weeks at the gym kept her mind occupied, as well as a little dulled by the mundanity of her tasks and nonsense chatter from the other, younger, bubbly receptionist who, through a mouthful of gum, had introduced herself as Teri.

It was with no small degree of relief to Anne that Teri announced her resignation. She was off to challenge her brain at university. Before Teri left she talked Anne through some of the jobs that would be handed over. The jobs ranged from the unsavoury (wiping clean the cycle machine seats) to the strangely arousing (clearing the locker rooms of discarded towels.)

Teri was insistent on one particular aspect of this latter task; always knock before entering. She did, however, add a wink after that particular instruction.

Anne began to enjoy her new tasks. Cleaning the cycle machines gave her the excuse to ogle the fit, muscley men's bottoms. Going through the locker rooms gave her the thrill of seeing those same gorgeous men wrapped just in towels.

One day Anne was distracted by some particularly tight, lycra-bound buttocks heading into the locker room, mesmerised by what looked like two black balloons rubbing against each other. The buttocks stopped moving and she realised she was in the men's changing room. She hadn't knocked.

Wide eyed and open mouthed she took in the delights before her. Firm, naked bums and a small range of cocks all on display. Only a couple of men covered up in shame, the rest carried on as if she wasn't there.

Anne collected a few discarded towels, pretending she had deliberately walked in and had a legitimate reason to be there. After stealing a few more glances at the wondrous flesh on display she exited.

A little later she shyly stared at the computer screen as the men started to drift out. 

"I was wondering how long it would be before we had another towel lady."

Anne looked up into the brown eyes of the handsome man who made this comment.

"Oh, yes. You didn't mind?"
"No, of course not."
"Great, I mean good, OK."
"I'll see you tomorrow." He said as he turned to walk away.

Over the following weeks Anne kept returning to the men's changing room, without bothering to knock first. She got to know some of the men and associated them all with their naked bodies. There was Grant, who was medium height, with very strong legs and thick cock. Isaac, dark haired, slim with a gorgeous circumcised penis. 

And Wes. The man who had spoken with her at reception. She loved watching Wes soaping up in the shower, the suds slipping between butt cheeks so hard they appeared to vibrate when he walked. Best of all, though, was his penis; not too long with a good handful in girth. 

She grew ever bolder in her visits until eventually she sat chatting with the men whilst taking in the view. She imagined what it would be like touching them, holding them, but knew this would be taking things too far.

Every time she made her illicit visits she felt her pulse bubble through her veins. Without realising she licked her lips. Predictably her knickers were soaked by her excitement. 

She had never before realised how beautiful men's bodies could be. So firm. Smooth muscles and solid, perfectly curved buttocks. Before she hadn't been a fan of how penises looked but amongst her own secret stud farm she noticed a few that seemed perfectly moulded. Long, unblemished members that hung as sublime finishing touches to these statuesque hunks.

There were a few of these sumptuous studs with whom she had regular friendly chats. They tended to be the ones without wedding rings. She wondered if they were chatting her up, but she had in no way enough confidence to pursue them.

After one post-work session her favourite stud, Wes, came over to wish Anne goodnight. They conversed briefly, mainly about Anne's difficulty in organising her friend's hen party. Her friend wanted to keep it small, just three ladies in total, which made hiring a venue pointless.

"How about a girls night in, maybe with a stripper?" Suggested Wes.
"I thought about that but it seems a bit tame. We were thinking of something a bit more exciting."
"Well I'm out of ideas but if I can be of help let me know."

As Anne watched Wes walk away a thought struck her. She licked her lips.

Gathered in Anne's living room were her two close friends. It was the night of the hen party and all three had imbibed two cocktails each and were moving on to bawdy jokes. 

The bride-to-be, Amanda, was in her early forties and wore clothes typically worn by girls half her age. She looked great, and had the sparkling eyes, pretty face and smooth complexion to get away with wearing what she liked.

Similar in age to Anne, Jill had given up on men and makeup. Sex for her involved a range of vibrators and occasional online pornography. 

All three ladies turned their heads on hearing three knocks on the door. Anne led Wes in. He kissed them all on the cheek before being taken into the bedroom.

Anne pointed at the jockstrap, thong and tiny, lycra shorts on the bed. She then slapped his ass and left him to it.

He returned to the living room wearing the three layers of underwear. Anne turned on a piece of prepared music and the three ladies started passing Wes between them. The music stopped in random places. Whenever it did so, whomever had Wes in her hands was allowed to peel away a layer of his underwear.

Anne and Jill had both had their turns. The music stopped at Amanda's turn. She took a moment to take in Wes's beautiful jockstrap-clad ass. She then slowly unrolled it over his muscular cheeks and down his legs.

He was naked. Anne was the first to reach up and stroke his ass. Jill soon joined in then Amanda. Anne gently turned the man around until his smooth cock was in their faces. 

"Show him your skills Amanda" Screechd Jill.
"No! Can I?" Amanda replied. She was looking at Wes but Anne answered for her.
"Of course you can!"

Amanda gently took Wes in her hand and began slowly masturbating him. As he began to harden she licked him. He hardened faster. Her tongue ran from shaft to tip and flicked at the small hole there.

"Please can we give her her present now? Please please please?" Said Jill.
"Yes, let's do it." Said Anne who hadn't stopped staring at Wes's gorgeous cock.

The two older ladies handed Amanda a long box. Amanda unwrapped it then gasped and giggled when she saw what was inside. She withdrew a glass dildo and some lube.

"He's clean, don't worry about that. Now if your future husband lets you do this I think you're in for a long, happy marriage."

Both Jill and Amanda were giggling. They eagerly watched as Wes obeyed Anne's instructions to turn around and bend over. He rested his shoulders on a table and used his hands to spread those strong cheeks.

Amanda stood and went to his rear. After being joined by the other two she squirted some lube on Wes's beckoning hole. It felt cold and wet on his most sensitive spot.

Jill noticed that he was going soft and so kneeled down to take him in her mouth. Meanwhile Anne was lubing up her finger. She circled Wes's ass then slipped a digit inside. She revelled in the warm, soft feel of him and the ultimate intimacy she was being allowed. She pulled out to allow her friend to careful penetrate the man with the dildo.

They all watched entranced as his ass consumed the glass rod. It slid in deeper and deeper. Jill resumed slurping and sucking at his cock whilst Anna and Amanda entertained themselves with his ass.

Amanda let go of the dildo to go and kiss Wes deeply on the lips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Anne meanwhile continued to fuck his ass with the dildo. She then copied Amanda and amused herself with Wes's mouth when the other lady was done.

Anne wanted this stunning man in her mouth and so nudged Jill out of the way to get a taste of his cock. Jill kissed Wes and he tasted his own pre cum on her lips.

"Do you want his cum? I think he's ready." Anne offered the cock to Amanda who grinned widely and took her place orally tugging at the divine rod and dangling balls. 

Jill was squeezing Wes's ass, pulling the cheeks apart for Anne to tongue him deeply. He moaned and bucked and released a warm load of juicy cum into Amanda's grateful maw.

When the frenzy died down Anne told Wes to stand. The ladies took it in turn to kiss him and squeeze his cock before he was allowed to dress. 

After he had departed Amanda thanked her two friends profusely. Already Anne was thinking of another reason to have Wes around to perform again.

Sunday, 20 May 2012

Time to admire

Every now and then we like to put aside time to turn up the heating and strip. Occasionally we take it in turns to get undressed and during such times just sit back and admire the other's body.

G gets a kick from teasing me. Sometimes she makes me stand naked so that she can watch me get erect by simply admiring her form. This picture shows one occasion on which I remained clothed, sat back and enjoyed the show. I could gaze at her all day long.

It takes effort to resist the urge to run my hands all over her, but when I (or she) finally allows it happen the prolonged anticipation makes the feel of her body all the more enjoyable.

Sinful Sunday

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

After eight

Sarah had been reluctant to come to this party. She was good friends with her colleague. Even though she knew he had a bit of a crush on her she had wanted to celebrate his birthday. But she now found herself in a room full of strangers.

Her thoughts had already turned to Dan. She should have been at home with him, patching their relationship together. It had been his fault, though, springing such a thing on her. She finished her third glass of wine.

From across the room came a lady in her late thirties. Sarah assessed her as she approached. She wouldn't have guessed her age, in fact she estimated her to be maybe in her late twenties. Her skin was pale and unblemished, her green eyes sparkly and her brown hair perfect without a trace of grey.

Sarah was glad that this woman was dressed in clothes as revealing as the ones wore. Clothes she had chosen to spite Dan by catching the attention of any man. Sarah herself enjoyed a simple beauty and her blue eyes and blonde hair never failed to turn heads, especially coupled with the mini skirt and low cut top she had on tonight.

"Hi, I'm Cara."

They shook hands and Cara took a seat beside Sarah. Immediately the conversation ran through the various topics of small talk. Despite the banal chatter Sarah found herself liking Cara.

"I noticed you looking a bit distracted when I came over." Said Cara.
"Hmmm, yes. Man problems."
"Oh? I've had my fair share of those."
"Hopefully not like this one."

Sarah was by now quite tipsy and found herself laying out the personal nature of her problem.

"I've been with my boyfriend for years and we now live together. Suddenly the other day he tells me he wants to try a threesome or maybe group sex. The cheeky bastard even says he'd be happy to share me."
"And you're obviously not keen?"
"I don't know, but I don't like how he thinks of me like that."

Cara took Sarah's hand and led her to a room in which they were alone. They both sat. Cara then proceeded to lay out a story that captivated her new friend.

Cara had been married at 21. Her husband, Greg, was several years older and already a successful businessman. In his spare time he ran an elite club whose members shared a common interest in erotic art. They were none of them artists, but all were collectors of either photos or paintings of men and women in various states of undress and ecstasy.

Greg had started this club with two of his friends. Cara liked these two other men and enjoyed wearing revealing outfits whenever they came around. Her husband had noted this. One day, when the three friends were drawing a club meeting to a close, Greg went and gave his wife some instructions.

As the men were saying their farewells Cara came into the room carrying the two friends' coats. She was completely naked. The men drank in her sublime body, from her long legs, up to her firm thighs, the soft pink curtains of her pussy and the light brown trimmed hair above. Their gaze ended on her full breasts and nipples which stood bullet erect.

Cara maintained a blank expression as she handed them their coats. Greg ushered his friends out of the room. She didn't ever find out what happened in the following weeks but before the month was over she noticed that her husband's club had grown to over a dozen members.

"Must have been crowded." Commented Sarah.
"Not really. We lived in a huge house, kind of a mansion really. The guys all got together in the library and there was plenty of space. Greg had bought some posh leather sofas. He didn't tell me why we needed them, but I soon found out."

Members were now being charged to be part of the erotic art club. In return they had use of Greg and Cara's library and the occasional artist or photographer came in to give talks. Certain members were paying much more than others. In return they received a unique benefit. Cara.

At seven thirty on club evenings the regular members were shown the door. Those that had paid extra remained on the sofas. A small table set in the middle of the room was cleared of drinks.

Wearing nothing but black strappy heals Cara was led into the room by her husband. She paraded naked in front of the members then went to the table. She kneeled on top and pressed her breasts to the surface, exposing her pussy and anus to the men. Around the room erections grew and bulged in trousers.

Cara stayed in this position for five minutes whilst the men drank in the view. Greg then went to her, placed a hand on her ass and she stood and walked out of the room. In the following weeks membership grew to over thirty. Every week those who paid a premium had their fill of this beautiful woman.

Cara loved the attention. She had never felt so beautiful, so enpowered and so incredibly turned on. And so, when Greg suggested other tiers of membership she readily agreed.

Tier one members left at seven thirty, tier two after Cara's naked appearance shortly after. But now there were usually six or seven members who were paying even more. The club wasn't about erotic art any more. It was about Cara.

After eight the men on the sofas went quiet. Greg came into the room, followed by Cara who was still naked except for those high heals. She now carried a silver tray on which rested a tube of lubricant, three condoms, a glass dildo and a thick black butt plug.

She placed the tray on the small table and resumed her kneeling position. Now the members stood amd approached the real life work of art. They took it in turns to squeeze lubricant on their fingers and gently applied it in and around her orifices. Next they slicked the toys with the slime and penetrated her glistening pussy and tight ass.

At any one time there were hands cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples. There were hands sliding the glass dildo in and out of her juicy hole, sometimes replaced by probing fingers. There were also fingers in her ass or the butt plug filling her completely.

Eight thirty came around and Greg would ring a small bell. All but three of the most elite members vacated the house. Whenever a member attained the elite they were handed a scalpel. They were then invited to make a small nick in Cara's skin, just above the buttock.

This left a tiny raised scar and marked the number of men to whom Cara belonged. The knife was so sharp that Cara felt no pain, something Greg was very careful to ensure.

The elite who remained at the end of the evening were allowed to unzip their trousers and release their bulging erections, which by now were oozing pre cum. They had each taken a condom from the tray and now unrolled it over their hard members.

Each week the three, and there could only ever be three, changed positions. One lay on the table, his cock secreted hard in Cara's pussy. Another stood at her head so that she could suckle him. The third stood behind and stuffed his throbbing erection into her ass. Each week Cara pleasured these members who paid handsomely for her body, and gleefully sought out their particular small scar on her body that indicated their ownership.

"Oh, wow. I'm breathless." Said Sarah once Cara had finished her story. "I'm also a little bit turned on." She giggled.
"It was an amazing experience. I've never had such powerful orgasms. Greg still runs the club but I'm no longer the main attraction. In fact we've been struggling to find my replacement."

When the two women parted they hugged. Beneath Cara's thin top Sarah felt about twenty small bumps along her lower back and gasped.

"What? You didn't believe me?" Asked Cara.
"There are 20 marks on me. The club won't let any more men own me."
"You're still, er, owned?"
"Yes. I service the guys' needs every now and then, but Greg is my ultimate master."

Sarah left the party with Cara's number stored on her phone. She talked it over with Dan who thought it a fantastic idea. It took a couple more weeks for Sarah to gain the courage needed to go to the club. One thing she couldn't agree to, yet, was the marking.

She was trembling with nerves as she stood outside Greg and Cara's library, fully unclothed and carrying the silver tray. But she also felt comforted in the knowledge that Dan was just behind the door. She was also getting a bit excited.

At the sound of the bell the door opened and the feel of eight pairs of eyes taking her in was almost physical. She tried to keep her face neutral when she spotted Dan. Some of the men were in shadows. She took her position on the table. She watched as the men stood and came to her.

Up until that moment she hadn't felt conscious about her nudity. But then she gasped as she recognised one of the men. Her colleague, the one she knew had a thing for her.

She suddenly felt very naked, surrounded by clothed men who were ogling her tits, her pussy and her wide open ass. As the other men began busying themselves with her orifices her colleage went to the tray and smiled at her. He picked up a condom.