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"Why not?" I ask my husband.
Jack peers at me sternly, and my clitoris shrinks. "It's degrading. I have too much respect for you."
What does it have to do with respect? I want action -- mixed with pain. I want to be wanton. "Just once? Just to please me?" I've begged for four years.
"You know I don't like that stuff." He smiles lovingly and kisses my lips. I feign a smile, defeated. Another night, another orgasmless romp.
He resumes pounding away in me. I close my eyes, struggling to picture it -- me with two men, two gods, one driving from behind as the other lunges into my mouth. I imagine a thick hand spanking me. Damn!
"Grrrrrruuuuu," Jack moans. His eyes squeeze shut. His neck turns red. I can feel him spill into me. Puffy lips kiss me one more time, then he lifts his body off me. My legs bang open on the crisp sheets; I stare up at the fan. The red light from the alarm system reflects in it. And that's it.
In the words of Bjork, "There's more to life than this."
"You're so beautiful," he whispers before rolling over. "I love you."
Jack's a wonderful man, but I don't think I'll survive thirty more climax-free years of marriage. What can I do to make him understand it's not degrading if SM is what I need to get off? To survive. My body's been starved for too long.
I remember Annie pointing at me across the kitchen table: "Take action!" she grinned.
She knows about this place: it's the best, she says. And I've never seen her so alive, so intoxicating, as when she tells me about it.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow after work. Whatever it costs.
It's an old house on Pecan Lane, looking convincingly generic. No sex in here, it winks. But in moments, two men will be devouring my body. The music from Rocky starts in my head.
The wooden gate creaks a little as I push on it. The front door is already opening.
"Good evening, Ms. Smith." The man grins, raising his eyebrows. I bet everyone is Ms. Smith to him. He smells sweet, like Obsession. My heart flutters. I wish Jack would wear cologne. "I am Ricardo," he says, rolling the r. "Welcome to Forbidden Pleasures."
The door swings shut behind me. I'm actually inside! Annie'd be so proud. I swallow hard. The emerald rug is embroidered with dog-like lions and lion-colored gondolas. The sconces in the entryway all hold colored lights.
"We have everything prepared. You will be with Daniel and Mani."
Daniel and Mani. My head starts to feel heavy. A drowsy smile yawns across my face. No chickening out now. Ricardo leads me down a long hallway. There are doors left and right, each with a sign outlining a theme. My eyes linger on "Fairy Tale Land." A vision of Goldilocks being fucked by the big bad wolf leaps into my mind. Or, I'll huff, and I'll puff, and...
Ricardo is laughing at the look on my face. "Maybe next time you try that room?"
My tongue lies bloated in my mouth.
"Come," he says, gently touching my arm. His breath tickles my neck, and my face burns red. His lips brush my ear.
Oh, Ricardo, you Latin stud. My eyes roll closed. My chest is heaving.
His hand finds my stomach. He's done this before. His finger makes its way into my mouth -- Jack never does this -- and surges in and out. One more thrust and I'll come.
"This way," he whispers, kissing my neck.
I don't want him to stop, but his hands have moved on. A door creaks. Fevered, I look. Yikes! Is this what I asked for? Light SM? It smacks of prison. A king-size bed sits smashed against a blue-gray wall, covered with white sheets. Cement block juts from the wall on my right.
Suddenly, an orgasmic scream rips down the hall. Terror floods me. Annie? Mother?
I turn to look at Ricardo. His lips are pulled into a wicked smile, and in the same moment I glimpse the sign on this room he has led me to: Slave Quarters. Slave Quarters? My body is shaking. "I don't know if I can do this," I whisper.
"Enjoy," he whispers, and departs.
This is not what I thought. Maybe it's a really bad idea. Annie, you're in big trouble! But I can feel moisture saturating my panties. Though it's cold, my skin's burning. My heart hammers in my chest.
A low, mellifluous voice startles me. "What have we here?"
A woman who's starting to regret this, I want to say. I begin to turn toward the voice.
"Don't move!" the voice commands. I stop dead in my tracks.
"Naughty little slave," a second voice sneers.
Naughty little slave? Oh, yeah. My heart begins to pump again. This could work. But I nearly jump out of my skin when warm flesh touches me.
"We will punish you," the first voice whispers.
Oh God, please! I've been bad. I'm cheating on my husband! I'm paying for sex!
A soft cloth covers my eyes. "You're blindfolding me?" I want to scream.
"What shall we do with you?" the fluid voice asks.
Anything, anything! I'm a bad girl!
Thick fingers lock my arm and push me forward. These guys must work out. My eyes dart left and right behind the blindfold, but I can see nothing, just white laced with white. A hand around my waist propels me to the right. I wish for a moment it was Jack's hand. Another hand unbuttons my blouse. The same hand jerks my bra off.
Rough fingers slide under my skirt. Oh yes. My clitoris jabs forward.
My panties are drawn down slowly. "She's already dripping," one says.
I'm a bad girl, but I don't care. The same rough hands push me over. I feel cool, rough cement lick my stomach and then a massive hand thwacks my behind. Again. Again. I scream, but my voice sounds alien, remote. My buttocks sting as the spanking seeps into them.
My legs splay and a warm, fuzzy head squeezes between them. A thick tongue passes into me. The huge hands clamp my thighs. My clit is about to burst.
"You have been very bad," a voice says, circling me.
My body shudders with pleasure. I'm about to come. The thick tongue sucks my clitoris. A terrible rain of slaps lashes my bottom. I claw the cement. I cry for mercy. My body twists, trying to escape. Tears gush. Ouch, ouch, ouch! I'm not ready! The tongue accelerates inside me.
Jack! A long, low moan from somewhere deep in me announces my orgasm.
The slapping stops. The guy must practice on melons. The warm head moves out from between my legs. I collapse on the cold cement block, sobbing.
"Aw, that wasn't so bad," a voice croons.
I sniffle. My buttocks sizzle as I come down from orgasm.
"You're going to be a good little girl, aren't you?"
I feel my head nodding.
Hands pull me up, lower me. "On the floor!"
I sit. It's cold against my burning bottom. Do they do this to Annie?
"Sit up. Spread yourself open."
What? I can't do this.
"Open!"
I open my legs. Cool air licks my cunt. My breath is shallow and sparse.
"Good," the voice purrs. "Hands at your sides."
What now? My leg spasms as a hand grabs my inner thigh. I bite my lip. A blunt finger circles my clitoris. My hips are rocking.
"You'll serve your master well." The same voice pours over me.
"I will, I will!" I moan.
"Head back."
My clit is dancing.
"Open," the voice says.
A cock nudges my lips apart. Oh God, yes! This guy is huge. Jack, let me do this for you. His hand finds the back of my head and rams me forward in time with the sucking. The other guy -- or god -- is licking one nipple while he fondles my other one. The smooth cock glides in and out of my mouth. Another cock is bouncing against my leg.
Someone groans. "She's a good little cocksucker."
I squeak in a muffled sort of way and take the cock deeper, to the back of my throat. A hand finds my cunt and finger-fucks me.
"Jack!" I squeal a strangled orgasm past the cock in my mouth. Jack!
A rasping jaw leans against my cheek, next to my busy lips. Big hands are all over my body, feeling my breasts, twisting my nipples, raking my skin. My hips keep rocking. The cock fills my mouth again and again. An open palm is slapping my pussy.
"Jack!" I shudder another orgasm loose. Jack!
The cock withdraws. I moan. A mouth covers mine. A tongue bolts in. Salty lips press against my face. I want to eat them, devour them. Fiery hands squeeze my shoulders and push me backwards.
I'm jerked off the ground and thrown over a shoulder. Take me! Do whatever you want! Sweat and musk mingle in my nostrils. My hands find muscular, taut buns, perfect buns. I caress them wantonly.
"A good little girl lies over the bed."
A good little girl lies over the bed. I feel my body flung onto the bed. The sheets are cool and calming. Hot flesh pushes against my inner thighs. I arch my back as a cock slides into me. Powerful legs straddle my chest. Someone's beating a rigid prick against my chin.
"Please," I beg, straining my face up for it.
"A good little girl keeps her mouth shut," a voice sings in my ear.
A good little girl keeps her mouth shut. My eyes burn with tears. I want it. I want it so bad.
Why won't Jack do this for me? Let me suck him?
A long cock pushes between my lips. Yes! I open wide, moaning my gratification. A cock pounds in and out of my cunt. My head is spinning. A hand finds my nipple. Two hands lift my bottom off the bed. A finger teases my clit.
Jack! I groan my tormented orgasm.
The cocks ride me. From somewhere in c***dhood, my preacher pounds his Bible with a fist. Tears stream from my eyes and saturate the blindfold. Yes! A cock shoots into my mouth. A salty thickness swirls over my tongue.
Jack! My orgasm swims out of me.
The cock slowly pulls out of my mouth.
Someone's still fucking me. I whimper in ecstasy.
Muscled legs remove themselves from my shoulders. I reach out to pull them back. Instantly, my body is whisked off the bed. Huge hands grip my back and buttocks, bringing me down on a cock, impaling me over and over.
Ouch! Spanking again! I don't ever want this to stop.
Jack! I'm shattering. Jack! Jack!
Everything has gone quiet. Please, don't leave me. Someone's holding me, rocking me like a baby. Two hands lower me. My legs are hoisted up, and the cock resumes fucking me. Rough hands find my nipples. I'm sobbing uncontrollably.
The man under me kisses my ear. "Good girl," he whispers.
Mani? Daniel? I want to see you. Sweaty hands grab my ankles. My cunt is jerked up and the cock rams me. I'm going to be split open. My breathing falters. The cock bucks, frenzied and cruel. I hear a man calling out. His cry silences the world.
Jack! My body jerks again with orgasm, exhausted.
Hot fluids pour into me. A man gasps and collapses over my body. I'm surrounded, a c***d in a womb.
I want to do this with Jack.
Big hands massage me. Minutes pass.
Someone kisses my neck. I am laid on the bed. A hand passes through my hair, caressing. I hear the door open and close. I'm alone.
Annie, you're an angel. For a long time I linger, hoping they'll come back. But no one does. I'm utterly alone.
I will my hands to remove the blindfold. The room is suddenly as it was before, cold, unforgiving.
In a trance, I collect my clothes and put them on. I try desperately not to cry. It's just sex, I tell myself. I reach for the blindfold. It smells like them.
There comes a knock on the door. "Ms. Smith?"
Ricardo? I hold the blindfold against my cheek. Can I keep it? I beg silently, not wanting to give it back.
The door opens. "Ah," he says. "You look ravishing."
Come is leaking out of me. I'm streaming with sweat, my butt is red and welted, my hair tangled. I burst out laughing.
When I can stop laughing, I speak to Ricardo. "Can I bring my husband next time?" I whisper. I can't wait to get home.
It's late. When I get home, Jack's standing in the kitchen. Come here, my darling.
"What's that?" he asks, looking at the white cloth in my hand.
"Let me show you," I say, looping it around his head.
"It's all wet!"
It's me, my tears. "Shhhhh," I murmur, and kiss his collarbones. His body relaxes instantly. "Why don't we please each other?" I whisper. I cup my hand around his penis. Please, just try. He jerks my hand away, resisting. I take his hand and put it between my legs, still tender and dripping.
Make me your slave. Be mine.
Eternity seems to come and go. I watch him raise his hand, uncertainly. Please, please, please. He feels for my hand and lays it back on his penis, which is now erect. Tears spill down my round face.
"I was afraid you'd hate me." He has a hard time saying it.
I love you so much. I stand on tiptoe and graze his lips. "You're a naughty boy, I guess."
Jack smiles and pulls me closer. His erection nudges at me from inside his very proper pants.
He clears his throat. His first words are tentative, but then he finds his voice. "And you...you've been a very bad girl."
I have! I have!
Jack peers at me sternly, and my clitoris shrinks. "It's degrading. I have too much respect for you."
What does it have to do with respect? I want action -- mixed with pain. I want to be wanton. "Just once? Just to please me?" I've begged for four years.
"You know I don't like that stuff." He smiles lovingly and kisses my lips. I feign a smile, defeated. Another night, another orgasmless romp.
He resumes pounding away in me. I close my eyes, struggling to picture it -- me with two men, two gods, one driving from behind as the other lunges into my mouth. I imagine a thick hand spanking me. Damn!
"Grrrrrruuuuu," Jack moans. His eyes squeeze shut. His neck turns red. I can feel him spill into me. Puffy lips kiss me one more time, then he lifts his body off me. My legs bang open on the crisp sheets; I stare up at the fan. The red light from the alarm system reflects in it. And that's it.
In the words of Bjork, "There's more to life than this."
"You're so beautiful," he whispers before rolling over. "I love you."
Jack's a wonderful man, but I don't think I'll survive thirty more climax-free years of marriage. What can I do to make him understand it's not degrading if SM is what I need to get off? To survive. My body's been starved for too long.
I remember Annie pointing at me across the kitchen table: "Take action!" she grinned.
She knows about this place: it's the best, she says. And I've never seen her so alive, so intoxicating, as when she tells me about it.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow after work. Whatever it costs.
It's an old house on Pecan Lane, looking convincingly generic. No sex in here, it winks. But in moments, two men will be devouring my body. The music from Rocky starts in my head.
The wooden gate creaks a little as I push on it. The front door is already opening.
"Good evening, Ms. Smith." The man grins, raising his eyebrows. I bet everyone is Ms. Smith to him. He smells sweet, like Obsession. My heart flutters. I wish Jack would wear cologne. "I am Ricardo," he says, rolling the r. "Welcome to Forbidden Pleasures."
The door swings shut behind me. I'm actually inside! Annie'd be so proud. I swallow hard. The emerald rug is embroidered with dog-like lions and lion-colored gondolas. The sconces in the entryway all hold colored lights.
"We have everything prepared. You will be with Daniel and Mani."
Daniel and Mani. My head starts to feel heavy. A drowsy smile yawns across my face. No chickening out now. Ricardo leads me down a long hallway. There are doors left and right, each with a sign outlining a theme. My eyes linger on "Fairy Tale Land." A vision of Goldilocks being fucked by the big bad wolf leaps into my mind. Or, I'll huff, and I'll puff, and...
Ricardo is laughing at the look on my face. "Maybe next time you try that room?"
My tongue lies bloated in my mouth.
"Come," he says, gently touching my arm. His breath tickles my neck, and my face burns red. His lips brush my ear.
Oh, Ricardo, you Latin stud. My eyes roll closed. My chest is heaving.
His hand finds my stomach. He's done this before. His finger makes its way into my mouth -- Jack never does this -- and surges in and out. One more thrust and I'll come.
"This way," he whispers, kissing my neck.
I don't want him to stop, but his hands have moved on. A door creaks. Fevered, I look. Yikes! Is this what I asked for? Light SM? It smacks of prison. A king-size bed sits smashed against a blue-gray wall, covered with white sheets. Cement block juts from the wall on my right.
Suddenly, an orgasmic scream rips down the hall. Terror floods me. Annie? Mother?
I turn to look at Ricardo. His lips are pulled into a wicked smile, and in the same moment I glimpse the sign on this room he has led me to: Slave Quarters. Slave Quarters? My body is shaking. "I don't know if I can do this," I whisper.
"Enjoy," he whispers, and departs.
This is not what I thought. Maybe it's a really bad idea. Annie, you're in big trouble! But I can feel moisture saturating my panties. Though it's cold, my skin's burning. My heart hammers in my chest.
A low, mellifluous voice startles me. "What have we here?"
A woman who's starting to regret this, I want to say. I begin to turn toward the voice.
"Don't move!" the voice commands. I stop dead in my tracks.
"Naughty little slave," a second voice sneers.
Naughty little slave? Oh, yeah. My heart begins to pump again. This could work. But I nearly jump out of my skin when warm flesh touches me.
"We will punish you," the first voice whispers.
Oh God, please! I've been bad. I'm cheating on my husband! I'm paying for sex!
A soft cloth covers my eyes. "You're blindfolding me?" I want to scream.
"What shall we do with you?" the fluid voice asks.
Anything, anything! I'm a bad girl!
Thick fingers lock my arm and push me forward. These guys must work out. My eyes dart left and right behind the blindfold, but I can see nothing, just white laced with white. A hand around my waist propels me to the right. I wish for a moment it was Jack's hand. Another hand unbuttons my blouse. The same hand jerks my bra off.
Rough fingers slide under my skirt. Oh yes. My clitoris jabs forward.
My panties are drawn down slowly. "She's already dripping," one says.
I'm a bad girl, but I don't care. The same rough hands push me over. I feel cool, rough cement lick my stomach and then a massive hand thwacks my behind. Again. Again. I scream, but my voice sounds alien, remote. My buttocks sting as the spanking seeps into them.
My legs splay and a warm, fuzzy head squeezes between them. A thick tongue passes into me. The huge hands clamp my thighs. My clit is about to burst.
"You have been very bad," a voice says, circling me.
My body shudders with pleasure. I'm about to come. The thick tongue sucks my clitoris. A terrible rain of slaps lashes my bottom. I claw the cement. I cry for mercy. My body twists, trying to escape. Tears gush. Ouch, ouch, ouch! I'm not ready! The tongue accelerates inside me.
Jack! A long, low moan from somewhere deep in me announces my orgasm.
The slapping stops. The guy must practice on melons. The warm head moves out from between my legs. I collapse on the cold cement block, sobbing.
"Aw, that wasn't so bad," a voice croons.
I sniffle. My buttocks sizzle as I come down from orgasm.
"You're going to be a good little girl, aren't you?"
I feel my head nodding.
Hands pull me up, lower me. "On the floor!"
I sit. It's cold against my burning bottom. Do they do this to Annie?
"Sit up. Spread yourself open."
What? I can't do this.
"Open!"
I open my legs. Cool air licks my cunt. My breath is shallow and sparse.
"Good," the voice purrs. "Hands at your sides."
What now? My leg spasms as a hand grabs my inner thigh. I bite my lip. A blunt finger circles my clitoris. My hips are rocking.
"You'll serve your master well." The same voice pours over me.
"I will, I will!" I moan.
"Head back."
My clit is dancing.
"Open," the voice says.
A cock nudges my lips apart. Oh God, yes! This guy is huge. Jack, let me do this for you. His hand finds the back of my head and rams me forward in time with the sucking. The other guy -- or god -- is licking one nipple while he fondles my other one. The smooth cock glides in and out of my mouth. Another cock is bouncing against my leg.
Someone groans. "She's a good little cocksucker."
I squeak in a muffled sort of way and take the cock deeper, to the back of my throat. A hand finds my cunt and finger-fucks me.
"Jack!" I squeal a strangled orgasm past the cock in my mouth. Jack!
A rasping jaw leans against my cheek, next to my busy lips. Big hands are all over my body, feeling my breasts, twisting my nipples, raking my skin. My hips keep rocking. The cock fills my mouth again and again. An open palm is slapping my pussy.
"Jack!" I shudder another orgasm loose. Jack!
The cock withdraws. I moan. A mouth covers mine. A tongue bolts in. Salty lips press against my face. I want to eat them, devour them. Fiery hands squeeze my shoulders and push me backwards.
I'm jerked off the ground and thrown over a shoulder. Take me! Do whatever you want! Sweat and musk mingle in my nostrils. My hands find muscular, taut buns, perfect buns. I caress them wantonly.
"A good little girl lies over the bed."
A good little girl lies over the bed. I feel my body flung onto the bed. The sheets are cool and calming. Hot flesh pushes against my inner thighs. I arch my back as a cock slides into me. Powerful legs straddle my chest. Someone's beating a rigid prick against my chin.
"Please," I beg, straining my face up for it.
"A good little girl keeps her mouth shut," a voice sings in my ear.
A good little girl keeps her mouth shut. My eyes burn with tears. I want it. I want it so bad.
Why won't Jack do this for me? Let me suck him?
A long cock pushes between my lips. Yes! I open wide, moaning my gratification. A cock pounds in and out of my cunt. My head is spinning. A hand finds my nipple. Two hands lift my bottom off the bed. A finger teases my clit.
Jack! I groan my tormented orgasm.
The cocks ride me. From somewhere in c***dhood, my preacher pounds his Bible with a fist. Tears stream from my eyes and saturate the blindfold. Yes! A cock shoots into my mouth. A salty thickness swirls over my tongue.
Jack! My orgasm swims out of me.
The cock slowly pulls out of my mouth.
Someone's still fucking me. I whimper in ecstasy.
Muscled legs remove themselves from my shoulders. I reach out to pull them back. Instantly, my body is whisked off the bed. Huge hands grip my back and buttocks, bringing me down on a cock, impaling me over and over.
Ouch! Spanking again! I don't ever want this to stop.
Jack! I'm shattering. Jack! Jack!
Everything has gone quiet. Please, don't leave me. Someone's holding me, rocking me like a baby. Two hands lower me. My legs are hoisted up, and the cock resumes fucking me. Rough hands find my nipples. I'm sobbing uncontrollably.
The man under me kisses my ear. "Good girl," he whispers.
Mani? Daniel? I want to see you. Sweaty hands grab my ankles. My cunt is jerked up and the cock rams me. I'm going to be split open. My breathing falters. The cock bucks, frenzied and cruel. I hear a man calling out. His cry silences the world.
Jack! My body jerks again with orgasm, exhausted.
Hot fluids pour into me. A man gasps and collapses over my body. I'm surrounded, a c***d in a womb.
I want to do this with Jack.
Big hands massage me. Minutes pass.
Someone kisses my neck. I am laid on the bed. A hand passes through my hair, caressing. I hear the door open and close. I'm alone.
Annie, you're an angel. For a long time I linger, hoping they'll come back. But no one does. I'm utterly alone.
I will my hands to remove the blindfold. The room is suddenly as it was before, cold, unforgiving.
In a trance, I collect my clothes and put them on. I try desperately not to cry. It's just sex, I tell myself. I reach for the blindfold. It smells like them.
There comes a knock on the door. "Ms. Smith?"
Ricardo? I hold the blindfold against my cheek. Can I keep it? I beg silently, not wanting to give it back.
The door opens. "Ah," he says. "You look ravishing."
Come is leaking out of me. I'm streaming with sweat, my butt is red and welted, my hair tangled. I burst out laughing.
When I can stop laughing, I speak to Ricardo. "Can I bring my husband next time?" I whisper. I can't wait to get home.
It's late. When I get home, Jack's standing in the kitchen. Come here, my darling.
"What's that?" he asks, looking at the white cloth in my hand.
"Let me show you," I say, looping it around his head.
"It's all wet!"
It's me, my tears. "Shhhhh," I murmur, and kiss his collarbones. His body relaxes instantly. "Why don't we please each other?" I whisper. I cup my hand around his penis. Please, just try. He jerks my hand away, resisting. I take his hand and put it between my legs, still tender and dripping.
Make me your slave. Be mine.
Eternity seems to come and go. I watch him raise his hand, uncertainly. Please, please, please. He feels for my hand and lays it back on his penis, which is now erect. Tears spill down my round face.
"I was afraid you'd hate me." He has a hard time saying it.
I love you so much. I stand on tiptoe and graze his lips. "You're a naughty boy, I guess."
Jack smiles and pulls me closer. His erection nudges at me from inside his very proper pants.
He clears his throat. His first words are tentative, but then he finds his voice. "And you...you've been a very bad girl."
I have! I have!
Bree
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