Wednesday, 27 March 2013

A Tough Lesson


I watched him walk down the road with his usual swagger, clearly on the prowl. Each woman that passed was greeted with a leer, the prettier ones with a string of obscene suggestions as he mentally undressed them mid stride. This was normal behaviour for him and he was oblivious to the hateful looks that each passerby gave him. Nor did he notice the way that many saw him coming and crossed the busy road to avoid his path and foul mouth.

The sun was fading past the horizon allowing the night to reclaim the streets as he made his way towards his favoured pub. I followed at a distance, careful to avoid being seen, keen to keep him in sight. I wanted to know where he was to make sure he didn’t get too close, he was bigger and far stronger than me. Ducking his head to enter the low doorway to the ancient building he disappeared into the gloomy interior. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves we followed him inside.
The smell hit me first. Stale beer mingled with old cooking smells overlayed the musky odour of people, men in particular, and that unique deep smell of ancient tobacco embedded in the fabric of the building. It was gloomy inside with a smattering of faces, each minding their own business, their eyes fixed in public transport glazes that saw everything and revealed nothing. He was perched at the bar, scanning the room for women to target.

We perched on a pair of stools at the quiet end of the bar and ordered a glass of wine each. Settling in for the evening I chatted idly with my friend and we paced ourselves, drinking slowly. By the third glass it was evident that the pub was going to remain stubbornly quiet tonight, we were the only strangers here tonight. The regulars cast curious looks whenever they thought we weren’t looking and steadfastly ignored us the rest of the time. Maybe it was just that we were the only females in the building or maybe it was the short skirts we were wearing but he soon noticed us. By his fifth pint he decided to sidle over to our end of the bar and make himself known.

“Evening girls. Can I buy you a drink?” He asked

“I’ll have a Glass of wine please” I replied, never one to refuse a free drink.

“Me too” Steffi said

With that he pulled a stool to sit between us and started his charm offensive. He was surprisingly adept at it, he spoke to both of us, his style relaxed and pleasant and despite myself I was warming to him.
A few drinks later and Steffi stood up.

“Come on, it’s time to go now.” She said

“Not yet, I’m having fun” I replied, my words a little slurred

“We have to go now or we’ll miss the last bus”

“No. You can go if you like but I’m staying for a while”

“You’re mad! We’ve both got work in the morning. Come on, I’m going now” she said. With that she turned and walked slowly across the ancient carpet and out of the door without looking back.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll look after you” He said, almost managing to hide his leering smile.
We stayed chatting and drinking until the barman rang the brass bell that hung beside the optics.

“Time gentlemen. Drink up and go home” He shouted to the last few occupants.

“Thanks for the drinks, maybe I’ll see you here tomorrow?” I said, standing and swaying gently. I turned and made my way towards the door, weaving past the clutter of chairs and tables, teetering occasionally, my balance impaired by drink and improbably high heels. As I left the building I heard the door behind me stay open longer than it should. I felt a firm hand on my elbow.

“Let me help you to the bus” He whispered in my ear. His breath was hot on my neck and when I turned to look him in the face his eyes gleamed with opportunity.

“I can manage” I replied and tried to pull my arm free of his grip. His hand was strong and his hold remained firm if anything, it tightened on my arm.

“No, I insist”

We walked along the road towards the bus stop. I knew it was a considerable distance to the nearest stop having walked it earlier. The road was dark and deserted, dim pools of orange streetlight were spread along the pavement leaving lagoons of impenetrable gloom between them. As we walked he guided me, supporting me and preventing me from falling when I tripped. A dark alley loomed up ahead. Its walls were tall red brick edifices, anonymous and solid, the alley a solid black that swallowed light. As we neared it his pace slowed and with it mine.

“What are you doing?, the bus stop is up there” I pointed further up the road.

“I know.” He replied “Call of nature. Wait here.”

He let go of me and stepped into the darkness. I turned and stepped forward in the direction of the bus. On my second step I felt his hands grab me from behind. He spun me around.

“I said to wait” He said and punched me in the stomach.

Too surprised to react I collapsed to the floor, doubled over in pain and gasping for breath. Picking me up as if I weighed nothing he threw me over his shoulder and marched into the dark alley.

“I didn’t say which call of nature now did I” he said.

I was still unable to respond, his blow had knocked all the breath from me and I was struggling to retain consciousness . My eyes were full of panic as he dumped me unceremoniously on my back and stood between my legs. I heard his belt buckle come undone, the sound of leather on metal as it released and the unmistakeable sound of his fly undoing. Dropping his trousers he knelt on the rough ground between my thighs and placed his hands on my legs. They were rough and strong and I desperately wanted to scream as I felt them pawing their way up my thighs but I still hadn’t recovered my breath enough.
His fingers were inches from my knickers when I heard a click from somewhere behind him followed by a loud buzzing noise and he fell on top of me, twitching uncontrollably and emitting a strange keening cry.

“Take that you bastard” I heard from behind him

“You cut that fine Steffi! I thought he was going to get me again”

I struggled out from under his twitching body and kicked him in the stomach. I squatted beside him and looked him in his panic stricken eyes.

“This time YOU are the helpless one. We’re going to teach you what it feels like to be on the receiving end for a change.”

Working quickly we removed the two prongs of the taser from his buttocks followed by his clothing. Rolling him onto his side we brought his knees to his chest leaving his cock and balls trapped below his thighs, nicely exposed. Steffi opened her handbag and extracted a large black dildo.

“Guess where this is going” I asked with glee. Holding it up in front of his eyes and watching the realisation 
sink in. He tried to move but his nerves were still fried from the electrical charge. All he succeeded in doing was to emit another quiet moan. I pressed the toy to his arse and pushed hard, we weren’t bothering with lube, after all he didn’t either. It sank slowly into him and he managed to open his eyes wider in pain.
I watched as his fingers flexed, he was starting to regain control. I squatted beside his head again.

“One last thing. This is to teach you what it’s like to be raped. I suggest you mend your behaviour and don’t do it again. We’ll be watching you and if you do it again we’ll make sure you can never repeat it. Just to help you with that I’m going to give you a taste of what we’ll do to you.”

Taking a second taser from my bag I held it a few inches from his face and pressed the power button. Purple lightning crackled from the two metal prongs as it released some charge. His eyes went impossibly wide and he tried to shout something. I didn’t wait. Standing by his legs I lowered the taser behind his thighs and pressed the contacts to his testicles, depressing the switch as I did. Electricity shot into his balls as the machine discharged and his strangled howl was that of an injured animal as he passed out.

We left him there, naked and unconscious, curled in a foetal ball, the dildo sticking out of his arse as we made our way to the bus stop, giggling like school girls all the way.

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Tuesday, 26 March 2013

A brief encounter

Jessica was in a hurry. She desperately needed to obtain a new passport photo so she could renew her driving licence but the last two photo booths she’d tried had been faulty. This was her last chance to get pictures today and her only chance of driving to the party this weekend. The booth was located in the quietest part of her local mall and was in such an obscure location that she’d walked past the corridor it was in twice before she spotted it. Walking up to the booth she saw the curtain was closed suggesting it was occupied although she couldn’t see anyone inside.

As she moved to open the curtain there was the telltale whir of the printer spinning into life and a strip of prints appeared in the collection slot. Jessica glanced at the pictures in passing and stopped in her tracks. The first image showed a handsome man with searing blue eyes smiling at the camera. The next two pictures showed him gradually undressing and the fourth and final picture showed him naked and masturbating! Not what she would expect to see in a photobooth at all.

A face appeared from behind the curtain and flushed a shade of deep red as he realised that his pictures had been seen by Jessica. He was dressed but his arousal was still clearly visible. His eyes met hers sheepishly. He was even more handsome than the first picture suggested and despite herself she felt the first stirring of desire deep inside her. 

“I believe those are mine” He said 

She flushed and let him collect them.

“They are for my girlfriend. She’s working abroad and I want to post them to her”

“That’s OK!” Jessica replied. “You really don’t have to explain to me. I just want to use the booth..”

As she went to step past the man he grasped her wrist and their eyes locked. He placed a hand behind her head, pulled her towards him and kissed her. Jessica was so shocked she didn’t resist and to her own amazement found herself instantly turned on by this stranger. Before she knew what she was doing she returned the kiss, their tongues met and she felt his arousal pressing against her stomach. Her body was responding on autopilot and she felt her panties growing damp.

Jessica placed her hands on his chest as he ran a hand down her back and grasped her arse firmly in his strong hands. Totally unable to resist these strange urges they began exploring each other’s bodies and undoing clothes. Stumbling backwards they literally fell into the photo booth, the curtain falling closed behind them.

With his belt undone and jeans unbuttoned they fell to his ankles revealing his huge erection completely unrestrained. Jessica couldn’t believe the size of his cock - she’d never seen one so large before. She reached out and grasped it firmly, the man’s eyes opened wide as she started to stroke him.
He sat on the stool and popped the buttons on her jeans. Slipping his thumbs into her waistband he yanked her jeans down and she stepped out of them and straddled him, the flimsy material of her small panties all that stopped him from entering her. Using a finger he slid them to one side and her wet pussy slid down his shaft, his cock burying itself deep inside her. She gasped and bit his neck to stifle a moan. 

They moved in perfect unison, not noticing the flash of the camera as it recorded them in the throes of their unexpected passion. All too soon the man came, hard. She felt the contractions in his huge cock as it moved inside her and the hard impact of a full load of semen against the inside of her pussy was enough to drive her over the edge and she joined him in a climax.  

When they had regained their breath she climbed off of him, pulled her jeans back on and stepped out of the booth. As she did, a fresh strip of pictures appeared in the slot. It showed the full extent of their activities in the booth. She picked them up and walked away leaving the mystery man alone in the booth, his jeans still around his ankles.

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Under the cover of night


Lilly waited patiently in the dark, blending into the shadows and trying not to be noticed. This was easier said than done… She was dressed in her usual everyday clothes: Shoulder length black hair tied in two pigtails, black and purple striped knee  high socks with scuffed heavy combat boots, a short black pinstriped pleated skirt and a white shirt buttoned half way that did nothing to conceal a very full scarlet bra. Her only concession to concealment was a long black coat that, if it were closed, would  render her almost invisible in the inky black of the park.

Steady footfalls sounded on the path to her left. She watched the man approaching in the dim moonlight, her heart beating a little faster, adrenaline beginning to course through her veins. Was it her lover arriving or someone else? It was too dark to tell yet. As he approached her hiding place she closed her coat a little making herself harder to detect. He stopped a few metres from her, looked in her direction.

“Hi  gorgeous”.

His English accent gave him away on the first syllable and her heart melted as it always did when they met. She ran to him and they embraced, kissing as if it were the last chance they would ever have. They were hungry for each other, it had been too long since they last met and their passion was irrepressible. Their tongues met and played as their mouths clamped together. As they kissed they held each other in a tight embrace, their bodies as close as possible, seemingly a perfect fit.

His arousal was instant and very obvious. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach. Hers was a perfect match… her panties, had she been wearing any, would have been drenched as soon as he spoke. Now, as they kissed she could almost feel the moisture running down her thighs. Their hands became restless and started to explore. Hers traced his muscular back and grasped his firm arse. His slid up her legs, revelling in the naked flesh of her thighs and venturing towards the sodden, smooth pussy that he loved to explore. Fingers grazed lightly across the lips of her pussy and she broke the kiss.

“I want you. Here and Now!” She said

Pulling away from him she grasped his hand and turned away, leading him away from the path and deeper into the dark undergrowth. Tugging firmly, leading him like a panther taking its prey back to her den. As they neared a large tree he caught up and span her round to face him. They kissed again with animal passion. He slipped her coat from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at their feet. She grabbed the waist of his jeans and undid the first button, tugging them in just the right way so that the other buttons popped apart in a smooth staccato of release. His cock sprang from the tight confines of his jeans and practically fell into her hand. She grasped it tightly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. He paused in his kissing slightly, picked her up and stepped the few paces to the tree trunk. Forcing her back hard against the rough bark of the tree he allowed the jeans to fall to his ankles and, without breaking the kiss slid his cock into her. She sighed deeply and broke the kiss - needing air. He kissed her neck as he began to grind against her, slowly but forcefully.

She arched her back to draw him in deeper, the bark biting harder into her shoulders. Her nails raked his back through the thin material of his shirt like talons, hard and sharp they were almost enough to draw blood. He didn’t feel them. He was focused solely on lust and the pure pleasure that he felt at having her in his arms and wrapped around his engorged cock. They bucked and twisted against each other, pounding against each other and the tree with increasing frequency - it really had been too long since they last did this. With utter abandon she cried out in ecstasy as she came, her juices sluicing around his cock, her nails dug deep into his shoulders as every nerve in her body overloaded with pleasure. His response was immediate. He came, hard. His Cum fired deep into her and she felt it slam into the furthest recesses of her cunt as his cock spasmed, emitting pulse after pulse of hot fluid into her.

They stayed there, panting heavily and trying to sustain the moment for as long as possible before the inevitable moment came and he withdrew, slowly, and lowered her to the ground. She stood wobbling
slightly on legs that felt like jelly and leant against him for support. Collecting himself he raised his jeans, struggling to rebutton them. Collecting her coat from the floor he placed it around her shoulders and putting his arm around her waist he led her slowly back towards the path.

“The hotel is that way.” He said pointing to his right. “Shall we?”

He didn’t bother waiting for an answer as he started walking.


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Wednesday, 13 March 2013

The morning after

I woke to find the bed empty but my nose and mouth still full of her deliciously musky aroma. There are few scents better to wake up to than that of post orgasmic pussy, only sizzling bacon comes close. I raised my head and looked around, searching for her. Rolling over I spotted her superbly rounded arse out on the balcony. I smiled, it was a beautiful sight at any time of day but first thing in the morning it signified a great start to the day.

I padded over from the bed to stand behind her, nestling my groin against her bum and leaning over to kiss her on the shoulders.

“Good morning gorgeous, sleep well?”

“Oh yes, I was exhausted after yesterday” 

She’d drifted off in my arms last night just moments after a truly cataclysmic orgasm from both of us. We’d both been smiling, exhausted and contented and slept long and deeply.

Just being next to her naked form was enough to arouse me fully and we were both aware of my erection pressing up between her legs, nestling in the warm soft region at the top of her thighs. I kissed her neck and shoulders, my hands reaching under her to hold her modest breasts, feeling her nipples harden at my touch. I began to rock my hips back and forth slightly, slowly, just letting my engorged cock slide across her clit, feeling her warm damp arousal. 

We stood like that for a while, me simply rocking back and forth slowly, applying gentle pressure to the entrance of her dampening pussy and her pressing against the balcony, ostensibly gazing out over the garden below but actually with her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face. The sound of a scream and a splash from below caught my attention and I moved beside her peeking over the balconies edge to see what the commotion was - just a couple of kids jumping into the still cool water of the pool. We turned our heads and kissed properly. My hand traced a line down her spine all the way to her pert buttock. I cupped it tenderly, paused, then brought my hand back and smacked it. Her eyes widened and her tongue leapt into my mouth. I returned my hand to cupping her buttock. She responded by taking my cock in one hand and began to stroke me steadily. I smacked her arse once more, still locked in the kiss. She let go of my cock and raked a fingernail up my thigh. 

I moved back from the rail and stood behind her once more. Bending my knees slightly my cock passed between her thighs, then straightening my legs once more the shaft pressed firmly against her pussy. I drew it slowly backwards, my hard cock rubbing against her clit. As the tip passed over the entrance she arched her back and I thrust slowly forwards sliding deep into her with ease. It felt amazing.

As we stood, grinding against each other she flexed her internal muscles and massaged my cock deep inside her pussy. The sensations were exquisite, I loved the way she did that and it never ceased to amaze me how tightly she could grip me that way. I grasped her boobs and pinched her nipples, loving the way she gasped and moaned as I squeezed and thrust into her. I adjusted my tempo, fast then slow, then fast again, matching her responses and raising her arousal closer and closer to climax. When I judged she was close I grasped her hips firmly and began to pound harder and faster. The slap of flesh against flesh was loud in the open air of the balcony but I didn’t care as I felt my balls grow tighter and tighter, preparing for the inevitable explosion that was building. I held my breath and my cock spat the contents of my aching balls deep inside her, spasming once, twice, again. She felt the hot cum slam into the wall of her pussy, deep inside her and as my balls emptied themselves into her she came too. Her knees buckled and I braced my arms on the balcony rail, supporting her weight with my cock as much as anything else. 

We stood, panting for a while, watching people playing in the pool oblivious to our pleasure as my cock finally relaxed and we dripped a pool of guilty pleasure onto the floor between our trembling legs.



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Wednesday, 6 March 2013

Unseen Pleasure


He lay there in the dark, ears straining to hear the slightest noise. He assumed it was dark because he’d heard the click of the light switch but he couldn’t be sure because of the heavy blindfold that was tied tightly around his head. He hadn’t been keen on that but by the time it had been slipped in front of his eyes he’d been in no position to prevent it. It was Anna’s fault. She’d had this great idea for a little foreplay.

It will be fun” she’d said. After a few drinks and a little flirting, well it did sound like fun so he’d gone along with it. That was why he now found himself tied spreadeagled, naked and blind on the bed in her bedroom.

He heard the door handle creak and the door open. Was that one set of feet or two that he heard? He couldn’t be sure. The bed creaked and he felt the mattress dip near his right leg. He felt hot breath on his leg and felt long loose hair beside it followed by a kiss. That must be Anna. He started to speak but a finger was pressed to his lips.

“Shhh. Don’t say anything, just enjoy.” a pair of lips pressed against his in a lingering kiss.
That was definitely Anna he knew the soft lilt of her voice anywhere, but if that was her finger and voice, who was kissing his thigh! He didn’t know but it felt great. That was all the persuasion his cock needed. It sprang into life and was soon fully aroused and ready to play – or rather ready to be played with.

The springs on the other side of the bed creaked now. A mouth kissed his other thigh. Now he knew for sure there were two of them, one on each side, slowly kissing their way up his thighs. As they reached his groin he. Could barely contain himself. It felt incredible and the anticipation he felt as two soft mouths neared his cock was so intense it was almost painful. He felt a wet tongue on one side of his hard shaft closely followed by a second on the other side. The tongues moved in unison, travelling up and down, teasing him with teeth and lips, nipping gently. Lips kissed the tip of his cock and a tongue lapped at the pre-cum leaking from it. The other fastened around his shaft sideways, teeth pressing softly into it.

The mouth round his shaft withdrew and started kissing his balls while the other enveloped his cock sucking it hard is his length slid deep down a throat. It didn’t feel like Anna, he knew her technique well but whoever was wrapped around him was clearly skilled at sucking cock. The sensations as the mouth worked on him where electric. He could feel suction as his cock slid in and out of the mouth, the tongue expertly wrapping and teasing his shaft as it moved.

The bed dipped on one side of his head and he felt smooth flesh against his cheek, rapidly followed by a similar shift in the mattress on the other side of his head. He felt flesh press against his cheeks and smelt the familiar scent of aroused pussy as it descended onto his mouth. He responded with his tongue, lapping at the clit he felt being pressed against his lips. Taking it between his lips he sucked it, using his tongue to flick it before probing deep into her pussy. The sigh of pleasure from her lips was enough to encourage him to continue, teasing and devouring the pussy, relishing the taste of her arousal. He was close to climax now, the mouth on his cock felt exquisite. A hand clasped his balls and he felt his cock explode, filling the hungry mouth around it with his thick cum. The mouth didn’t waiver, staying clasped around it as his cock spasmed once, twice, a third time, emptying his balls completely.  Finally the mouth withdrew and his cock was allowed to deflate. His mouth meanwhile was still busy savouring and pleasuring her pussy. Her hips twitched and bucked as he worked until finally she came, almost drowning him as she squirted what felt like gallons of liquid over his head. At the same time he felt a stream of hot liquid hit his chest and stomach but was too engrossed to really notice. 

Finally she lifted her pussy from his mouth and left the bed. He felt a mouth on his chest, kissing it softly before it traced a line down his abdomen with a tongue following the line of hot wet fluid he had felt hit there earlier.

He heard steps as they retreated from the room. 

He lay there exhausted and sated for what felt like hours before she came back to release him. No matter how many times he asked she never told him who the other person was…



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