Filthy Pleasures: Three Short Erotic Stories

She had handed me a white Venetian mask, her blue eyes trailing with interest over the contours of my body from behind her own mask. Beside me, a blonde woman with a breathtaking smile removed her long woollen coat revealing a jewelled underwear set beneath. Looking further, towards the party, I saw men in very little. The coats-and-more check girl was looking at me expectantly. He began to use that one finger he had in me rapidly, he'd started to move it up as fast as he could, tapping the spot every time. He used his other hand to pull back the side so that another finger could get shoved in, taking his hand out for a second, leaning in to add his saliva to the lubrication already flowing freely from my pussy and then reverting back to the two-finger thrust motion.

What the heck- nobody was going to interrupt us this late at night, I thought. I looked up into Michael's eyes and licked my lips, then buried my head under my coat and found the tip of his cock with my lips. I sucked it luxuriously, tenderly, and was rewarded by hearing him groan, feeling his hips shift.

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The train rocked gently, offering me a counterpoint rhythm, and his satiny hardness felt like a caress against my lips and tongue. Read more Read less. Kindle Cloud Reader Read instantly in your browser. Customers who bought this item also bought. Page 1 of 1 Start over Page 1 of 1. Editorial Reviews Review "This book is a series of HOT stories, organized by style, so you can avoid stuff u don't like. It gives u ideas.. Alittle bit of everything to suit just about any type of 'thing' you areinto. Product details File Size: April 7, Sold by: Share your thoughts with other customers. Write a customer review.

Read reviews that mention filthy smut sex scenes something for everyone short stories erotic stories boring collection beginning erotica genre graphic mostly sexy vanilla well-written. Showing of 37 reviews. Top Reviews Most recent Top Reviews. There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later. Kindle Edition Verified Purchase. After having read the first three volumes of this series, I can honestly say that while the stories in this book are pretty good by that, the story lines are not shallow like the ones of some of the other cheap smut I've read I am still a little disappointed to find that most of these stories - not all, but most - tend to put the men in the positions of power.

The only true so-called femdom in this was from a woman pirate and, frankly, it was still pretty mild compared to most of the BDSM stories I read in this where it was the woman submitting. I don't suppose that matters to everyone reading this. But like I stated in my last review of the book preceding this one - with all of the "slutty baby-sitter" stories and the egomaniacal "boss" stories, they couldn't think to stick in a few stories of male submission for a little bit of change? On the same note, where are the gay stories? I also asked this in my last review. I wasn't under the impression this book was meant for ladies exclusively.

Either way, as a "straight" woman myself I actually like reading homoerotica between men as it is I am a mega fan of the yaoi genre. With as many lesbian stories they didn't mind putting in this, it wouldn't have hurt for them to throw in a few about hunks getting it on, you guys. With all of that said, this is virtually the same set up as the last two volumes. I'm particularly glad to see they even threw in some "vanilla" stories for those us who may like the waters a little tamer.

I love the hardcore stuff, but those kind of stories are a dime a dozen and they always tend to get all the glory. So it's nice to see that traditional sex without the fun and games can have an impact as well. Also, just to the people who read reviews prior to buying a book - I want to remind you of what these stories are so there is no discrepancies.

I've read negative reviews on the other volumes because people seemed shock by the vulgar and graphic content of the books. It says it right in the title, people - smut. Filthy smut, at that. If that isn't a dead give away about the nature of the stories themselves then what is? So if you are turned off by vulgarity and But for the rest of us who can handle a little roll in the mud, you shouldn't be too disappointed - unless you're a gay man, a femdom, or a yaoi mistress like me.

One person found this helpful. I loved some of the content Hot and steamy sex scenes BUT, that's all it is Some stories have character development and surroundings I would guess two to five pages each story, I read with a kindle so, not sure how many pages that comes out to in a paperback. It has several different types of scenes as well. I think I could continue with the different scenarios.. I ended up skipping through the ones I didn't like and that's why I didn't care for the book. If it would've kept to one type of genre I would've been okay with it.

My take is the book is a little on the tame side. Now thats not all the stories but most feel very much vanilla like. I expected more crazy hot steamy stories you would hate for your mom to see let alone see you reading it. However most of the stories are so tame that even if your mom caught you reading this she wouldnt mind. As she does she realizes to her horror how much she needs this, how much she wants this.

Her pussy begins to drip, with blood, with her cum, with his cum? Amused Joe rams into her more vigorously. Jovelyn screams in pleasure, in pain. He continues at it her pussy now raw and sore Jovelyn does not know how much more she can take. In a heap Jovelyn collapses onto the bed gasping for air. Before she can rest she is grabbed, this time with both hands. He brings her into him she can feel the tip of his penis press against her rectum before he rams it in tearing her ass.

Making her scream once more.

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His throbbing member tears and stretches her now gaping asshole. Thankful for the reprieve from her pussy, Jovelyn now turns her attention to this new invasion of her body. Darkness fades to black. I felt my legs spread wide, and my pussy opening wide for Nate. I felt the pressure of his body on top of mine.

My hands were over my head, and his hands rested on my wrists, rendering me again helpless, but certainly not in a way that I minded. Aside from my deep breaths, I was otherwise perfectly still, as Nate had ordered me to be. I remained acutely aware of the feeling of my pussy stretching for him as I had never done for anyone else before.

I was waiting, for what felt like an eternity, for Nate to go ahead and fuck me. Oh, I was more than ready. My wetness — liquid lust and desire — dripped out from my pussy and down my ass as though answering his question for me. He smiled, then let out a subtle but visceral growl and gripped my wrists tighter as he began to thrust inside me. My mouth fell open and my eyes rolled back with pleasure as I finally felt some release. My legs and stomach spasmed as he continued to thrust. He did a body roll-type thrust each time that stimulated my g-spot and pushed me to orgasm. I remembered his rule from earlier.

Soon, I felt his cock again stretch my hungry, wet pussy from behind. His thrusts were deeper now, in this position. I gripped the sheets as he held on to my waist and pulled me back into his cock. I did, and was greeted by his outstretched finger, which he soon pushed past my lips and into my mouth.

I sucked his finger just as I had sucked his cock: I tightened my lips around it while also swirling my tongue around the tip. He let out a moan that made me feel triumphant. I could tell he was enjoying himself, too. Then he removed his finger from my mouth and I felt another new sensation. While his cock was still stretching and thrusting in my pussy from behind, now I felt the tip of his finger, wet with my saliva, circling the opening of my asshole. A second or two later, he slipped his finger into my tight asshole.

I gasped immediately, having never felt my holes so completely filled as I did in this very moment. He fucked my ass with his finger in the same rhythm to match his thrusts inside my pussy. With my request granted, I closed my eyes and focused again on the feeling of Nate completely filling my holes.

I gripped the sheets and pushed my ass and pussy back onto him, taking both his cock and his finger into myself harder. My tits hung down below me, with my nipples the hardest I could ever recall them being. My legs began to shake and my juices gave way, dripping down my thigh. I turned over, again on my back. Nate held onto my wrists again, over my head. He let out another little growl of enthusiasm and began fiercely thrusting. I spread my legs as wide as I could to take all of him in with each thrust.

Soon, he, too, began to shake and moan quietly at first, then louder. Suddenly, he withdrew his cock from my pussy, removed the condom, and shot his warm cum all over my tits. I loved the feeling of his hot cum hitting my nipples, cleavage, and neck. Lick and suck until not a drop of cum remains on my cock. Day 1 of experimentation as a Sub was a success and it appeared that this was going to be an educational summer. My waist was snatched in so tight I could barely breathe. My boobs were mashed up into two high sitting globes of flesh but damn, it gave me an hourglass figure.

I finger fluffed my hot curled brunette hair before pulling up the bustier which threatened to expose my boobs. He slapped my shiny black ass which sent me teetering in my high hooker heels. He put my collar around my neck and buckled it closed. I looked up into his serious face. I opened my mouth and he placed his stirring manhood inside my mouth.

I felt it harden as he slid it back and forth over my tongue, steadying himself with his hands on top of my head. This is the only dick that goes in your mouth. He put his cock back in his pants before attaching a small link metal leash onto my collar. Greg took the house key on a maroon tassel and wound it around my wrist, to wear like a bracelet, before we followed the music to the stairs. My mouth dropped at the scene below. A crowd of party goers in outrageous outfits filled the foyer, mixing and mingling with drinks in their hands as they made their way to explore the rooms of themed decadence.

Our little club of twenty guests had swelled to over one hundred strangers with more arriving by Uber and cab. Doms led their scantily dressed slaves around by leashes. I passed a woman wearing a bunch of belts as a skimpy dress, her ass cheeks jiggling as she made her way to one of the bars. A hairy bear of a man in black leather pants brushed by me as he led a skinny dude dressed in a full leather body suit and a gimp mask with a closed zipper mouth being by the leash. There were women in French maid outfits. And those were the tame ones. We approached the mysterious, infamous Play Pen.

The basement, a finished recreation room had been turned into a dark, intimate orgy room lit by well-placed white cylinders of electric candles. The place smelled of new plastic and the pungent funk of sex. Sheets covered bean bags and couches, and baskets of condoms and lube were placed on nearby tables. People had paired off and were having oral sex and fucking in dark corners while others made out on couches in the shadows. Rugged groans and passionate moans flowed from dark. Greg tugged my leash and we walked over to a girl in a sex swing surrounded by four guys.

We sipped our drinks as we watched a blind folded busty blonde woman in her thirties restrained on the black leather seat suspended from the ceiling by chains get fucked by a muscular guy with hairy chest. I found myself getting aroused, turned on by the sound of skin slapping skin. A cheer from behind me made me look over my shoulder to the crowd surrounded a pool table lit by an overhead billiard lights. Through the shadowy bodies, I saw a red headed girl with pale skin lying on the table. Her legs split were up in the air, held there by a masked man pounding her tight hole while others watched, stroking their hard cocks as they waited for their turn.

The masked man shoved his dick into her balls deep and he growled as he came before withdrawing from young woman. Her inner thighs glistened with cum and lube. He prodded it with his curved nine inch dick until it found its way in. An older bald man stuck his tongue in her ear. I wanted to touch myself, to masturbate until I came. I turned to Greg still fixated on the sight of the blonde with the bouncing breasts getting banged in the sex swing.

Too mesmerized by the sight of the girl getting fucked in the swing, Greg simply let go of my hand. Totally worked up, my inner thighs now slick, I walked away to cool down. My leash bounced against my half exposed breasts as I slinked through the groups of people watching sex acts. I tromped up the stairs out of the basement and through the crowd to the stairs where security let me through to my room. I simply peed and cleaned myself up between my legs, now cool enough to the point where I no longer yearned to rub out a quick orgasm.

I returned downstairs but before I headed back down to the basement to find Greg, I stopped off at the bar outside the dance room for another drink. Between the sexy music, the anything goes atmosphere and all the bondage gear, I felt like pouncing on someone. I wanted to be a domme.

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It was then that I saw her, the girl sipping a club soda two people down the bar. She had dark hair like me but instead of being dressed in black, as ninety nine percent of the people were wearing, she was dressed a white tube top and tight white bell bottom pants. She looked like a lamb. She was just standing there, this young thing younger than I, waiting for someone to take advantage of her. I grabbed my drink and sidled up beside her. She was much shorter than I but had bigger boobs. She looked up at me. Such a pretty face with pillowy pink lips big brown eyes topped with black lashes.

Her fine gold necklaces flashed against her pretty tanned skin. I want to be her. I took her by the hand. Her limp hand remained in my grip. I took her by the hand and with our drinks in hand, I led Gina to the stairs. Security stepped aside to let us pass. I unlocked our door and brought her inside before closing it behind me.

Except for the bass beat thumping up from the floor, the room was completely quiet. I set down my drink before approaching her. She waited in wide eyed anticipation. I took the drink from her hand and set it down then yanked down her top. Her gold necklaces landed between her caramel tipped boobs. She looked at me with questioning eyes. We exchanged no words. I tweaked her nipples with my fingers and pulled her closer to me.

I gently squeezed her natural tits. Her breath was warm on my neck. Then I placed my hands upon her shoulders and with my eyes locked upon her, I firmly forced her to kneel. She put up no resistance as she dropped to one knee and then the other. I pulled my tight dress up over my butt, sat on the bed and spread my legs. I had no panties on. She stared at the naked pussy, then up at me. I gave her a serious look like a mean girl who just trapped a freshman in the bathroom. She returned her gaze to my sex before she wrapped her hands around my butt, and leaned in to lick me.

Her little tentative tongue parted my pussy lips and probed until it found my swollen clit on which she started to suck as though it were her new obsession. It felt so good. Then the little fox used her fingers to pry open my lips where she pressed her face all the way in. My hips involuntarily bucked my pelvis against her muffled face as her tongue hit my sweet spot time and time again. She knew what she was doing.

My hands dug into her silky hair and I fell back against the bed as she gave my now exposed clit a thorough licking. I clutched her head to me so tightly, I wondered if she could breathe. Her tongue moved quicker, urgent to send me over the edge. Her hair rubbed between my thighs before I let her go. Gina kept her head in my crotch, gently flicking little loving tongue across my pussy in total devotion.

She looked so hot. I gently pushed her from my too sensitive clit and closed my legs. I stood and pulled my dress down before helping her to her feet. Then I kissed her, tasting myself on her tongue. I led her to the bathroom where we fixed our faces, she washing off the crusting fluids around her lips with a dampened wash towel. We both left the room, going back downstairs where I let go of her hand. She drifted off into the crowd as I made my way to the warm and stuffy basement where I left Greg. He was still watching the woman in the leather sex swing getting pegged, this time by an athletic mistress with a black pixie cut hair with a big purple strap-on.

The woman had a demonic red lipped smile as she slowly pumped the ten inch dildo in and out of the blonde. It was so lurid. Greg finally noticed my return. It dawned on me that I had unwittingly given him a reason to punish me. He took me by my leash and led me to a leather padded wooden A-shaped sawhorse which had buckled leather restraints at the base of it four legs.

I resisted, afraid of what would come next, but he yanked my leash down. I bent over the padded top, resting my stomach and breast upon it before letting my arms hang down. My hair fell over me as I head hung over the edge. Greg nudged my legs open with his feet. My ankles wobbled in the unsteady heels as he buckled my ankles to the wooden legs. He walked around and alternated between smiling in my face and looking down at his job as he buckled my wrist into the leather cuff.

You must be punished. I have been and always will be a sub but I did not have a complete understanding of what I would be willing to explore. The stories I post here will chronicle that evolution. He had made me a collar the night before. It was rough, just a piece of vegetan leather with a heavy chrome buckle and a leash loop.

It had only one hole and it was made to fit me tight. I turned up my nose when he presented it to me. He is an experienced craftsman and I knew he was capable of better. I am his treasured pet and I thought foolishly that I was deserving of better. If you behave I will make you a nicer one.

I beamed at him and allowed him to put it on me. It was tight and rigid, the edges were almost sharp. The buckle felt cold and heavy on the back of my neck. Fuck, did I feel sexy. I also felt the comfortable weight of submission fall upon my shoulders. Come, I want to test it out. He snapped a leash to the loop. The pressure jolted my head and was terribly intimidating. I silently nodded and hesitantly followed him to the bedroom. He had never asked that I crawl in his presence but with the leash……….. Once we had arrived to the second floor landing he turned around and placed a hand on my shoulder.

I knew immediately what he wanted, I lowered to my knees and with a bite to my lip followed him to the bed on all fours. My heart and mind were racing. All I could think about was having a little name tag on my collar; what would it say, I wondered. I obediently sat on the bed as he commanded I do and he tied the leash to the hooks that he had installed into the ceiling. I watched as he undressed and I could feel how wet my panties were becoming. It was terribly distracting.

My attention snapped back to him and I shook my head as I bit my lip. I really wanted a new collar, I really had to behave. He changed from his work clothes into the oh so familiar black slacks and shiny black boots that meant he was my Master. There was no questioning it now, obedience was compulsory. My panties were soaked through the moment I saw him pull the boots out of the closet.

I quivered with anticipation. He approached me, my god he was an imposing image. I felt so small in front of him. But see he did and he smiled a wry smile that made me squirm. He removed the leash so that I could remove my top and quickly reattached it. His cock was hard but restrained by his slacks. I think that I visibly withered when he withdrew them immediately and raised them to his lips, his eyes never left mine as he tasted me.

I smiled and thought about my new collar. I raised my hands to the waist of his pants so that I could undo them but he stopped me with a stern no. The sting of the flog on my bare ass took care of that. I whimpered and obediently sat on the sheepskin rug at his feet, feeling the new collar slip through my grasp. The fibers of the rug tickled my sensitive pussy, I was so fucking horny.

I watched hungrily as he unleashed his cock and he stroked it slowly as he held my leash tight. He pulled me in close and his expression told me clearly what he wanted.

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I hesitated, wanting a definitive command, then reached my tongue out to lick his balls. I dared not touch him with my hands. He held his cock out for me and, with my hands gripping the bedframe tight, I licked the length of his shaft. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and our eyes met as I took it into my mouth. I took as much of it as I could, deep throating him until I gagged and he moaned his approval. My hips were grinding the air and I was sure that the lightest stroke of my clit would send me into an explosive orgasm.

My saliva ran down his cock and my chin and his grip on my leash tightened as I ran my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. I licked and sucked the shaft, trying my best to clean up my sloppy mess, then took his cock back into my mouth and gave him an energetic mouth-fucking. My tongue danced around his head until he pulled me in closer, forcing his cock down my throat.

His cock exploded in my mouth and down my throat. He gently pushed me away and I pushed back. I lapped the cum off of his cock and licked my lips. I was so damn pleased with myself. He put his semi-hard cock back into his pants and sat on the bed watching me as I squirmed. I had really hoped that this would be the part where he bent me over and shoved his cock into my pussy and gave me the pounding that I was hoping for, but my hope was very rapidly vanishing. He fastened my leash to a loop on the bedframe and left me there in the dark.

Some time later I awoke from a nap on the floor. He was coming up the stairs with a bowl. I was pleased because I was actually quite hungry and I was very optimistic that the bowl was meant for me. He set it on the floor next to the rug. I looked up at him and then down into the bowl. It contained ice cream. He detached my leash and smoothed my hair, then gave me permission to eat. I was blushing furiously, embarrassed and frustrated, but I lowered my face to the bowl and lapped at the ice cream.

The bowl was too small and ice cream was getting all over my face; the metal loop of my collar kept hitting the side of the bowl. I tensed when he slid two fingers into my still-wet pussy and moaned loudly into my bowl. He gripped my hip and demanded that I keep eating, all the while he fingered-fucked me. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and I opened my legs for him. He pushed his cock into me and my body quivered uncontrollably from pleasure.

I was his filthy slut and his favorite pet, and he told me as much. He pushed my legs away from him to force his huge cock in further. It was painful, but I was so close, so very close to cumming. I exhaled and started teasing my clit with my fingertips. Within moments I threw my head back and screamed, I moaned frantically and begged him to fuck me.

He obliged, taking my hips firmly in his hands and forcing his cock into me as hard as I could handle. I screamed and moaned and writhed on the bed beneath him, my body being wracked with waves of pleasure. He pulled out and I knew he was cumming; I sat up in the bed in front of him just as he made his first shot of cum. It struck my lips and chin, the second my neck, then my breasts. We were panting, exhausted having played our game for nearly the entire evening. And just like that the collar was removed and the game was over.

I went round to my best friends house but she went straight to sleep, she was ill. As soon as we could hear her snoring he came over to the sofa I was on and sat on me and we started to make out. I could feel his bulge and he could feel me squirming from an orgasm coming on. He layed me down on the desk, and ripped my clothes of Actually broke all my clothes.

He twist tied my feet together and then to the radiator and he tied up my hands and tied them to a coat hook on the wall. He started to caress my body. He kissed me all over and then started to slap my boobs. He got two more twist ties and tied my boobs so they stuck up. He sat on my and started to stick his penis inside of me I moaned slightly too loud so he put tape over my mouth.

He picked up a box of sex toys, he took a huge but plug and covered it in lube and shoved it up my ass that then slammed back onto the desk as he dropped me. He got a vibrator the strapped around my legs and out in onto my bare pussy. He realised she thought I was home, he picked me up and took everything off except my ankles and wrists.

Then he took me into his car, it was 5 an so no one was awake. He told me he had to go to work and left me tied up with and huge dildo in my ass with no lube, I was in pain but I loved it. He came back and pushed the dildo up and down as I screamed through my gag. He then fucked me again and then left me to sleep. Her hand reached out for the doorknob, turning it popped the lock free and sent an echo darting through the grand foyer that the maid had finally arrived.

At first, she was amazed at the size of the mansion. The walls were 25 feet high, a chandelier seemed to adorn every vaulted ceiling. Hardwood flooring was apparently too middle-class, as all flooring was marble or granite or some such style. She wondered if this was why her pumps were so large: Was this so the woman could keep tabs on her whereabouts? Finding herself in the kitchen, Anna held the list of chores over her pussy as the last remnants of her dignity stayed out of sight.

Were the chores in order of how Miss Crosby wanted them completed? She decided she would go down the list in case they were, and headed up the curved staircase to find whichever of the many bedrooms was indeed housing laundry. Anna checked a few doors, finding a full bathroom, an office bigger than her own bedroom, and two guest bedrooms. They were all in pristine condition, she felt proud of herself and noted she was getting into a proper maid mindset by scanning the bed and pillows, blinds and blankets to see if anything seemed out of place.

The last door was clearly the winner. The bed was bereft of sheets, the comforter sat more on the floor than on the bed. Pillows sat on the area rug that bordered the king sized bed. Anna realized she better wash all of the sheets as well. Two doors sat on each side of the bedroom, one to a master bathroom, the other to a walk in closet and two hampers full of clothing. A groan filled the room as Anna realized between the two hampers and the king-sized comforter she would be doing laundry for the better part of 3 hours. Curiosity getting the best of her as the woman had yet to appear either in person, or even in family photos, which Anna realized were non-existent.

It was, to say the least, quite the piece. Underneath she found the matching garter, which seemed to be the same size as her own. Dishes were next, the party girl in her made quick work of rinsing and loading the dish machine. She felt exposed more than ever when she bent over to tuck the plates into the racks, her cheeks spreading to expose her butthole and pussy lips from the rear. So, it was just her luck that her sudden employer appeared from the hallway.

As the woman talked, she stood and turned and closed her legs, Anna held her hands, clasped together covering her bare pussy, her arms now pushing her firm together. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to clean your gorgeous house. Anna pictured her with pale skin and dark hair, but her blonde locks fell in curls over her shoulders and cascaded to the sides of her massive breasts. Her skin was freckled and tanned and the perfect hue of amber. The dress allowed her curves to be on full display, hugging her tight around her thighs and stopping above the knee.

She was voluptuous, and beautiful. Anna was attracted to her immediately. Miss Crosby looked at the outstretched hand like she were royalty and this maid was a plebian undeserving of any praise. She ignored it, and walked around the marble island to position herself better. Anna cast her eyes upon the ground, she sensed she did something to garner the scorn of this powerful, beautiful woman.

I want each hand to practically support the other elbow. This will assure your breasts, which are lovely I must say, to be fully displayed. Your legs spread, with two feet between your heels. This will assure your pussy, which I appreciate the smoothness of, to be fully displayed. Your chin held high, shoulders back, back straight. Her tone was like a military officer mixed with a dominatrix. The point was clear: Miss Caroline Crosby did not, by any means, mince words or fuck around. Miss Crosby had found a flaw somewhere.

What could she possibly have fouled up? Studs, two in each ear. She had failed to remove all jewelry. I required all jewelry to be left upon the tray in the powder room. I understand mistakes happen, and seeing as how I am in a bit of forgiving mood, I will let this one slide. Anna had barely known this woman for more than 5 minutes and she already felt as if her world was crashing down. She had upset her mother countless times, soccer coaches, teammates, teachers and professors alike.

Her stomach rolled, she felt…useless. Miss Crosby kept on. Her hands now tightening the ponytail Anna wore. Cleaning once a day, or every other day, or once a week. However many times I deem necessary. I will keep your school schedule in mind, so you will indeed supply me with your availability before leaving today. Are you prepared to be my maid for as long as we approve of this arrangement? I am prepared to be your maid for as long as my services are necessary! She held her breathe, not wanting to cry out in dissatisfaction. Now, I will let you get back to your duties.

But please think on this: I have an affinity for my maids to be a bit more restrained as they clean. The more you allow me to restrain you, the better the hourly rate. Now, move along, finish your duties, and when you have an answer ready, I will be pool side. She had to catch her breathe, pouring herself a glass of water to relieve her parched throat. She went back to her requirements. She dusted, but mainly used it as an excuse to snoop around.

She moved laundry along, and headed upstairs to find clean sheets to make the bed. By this time her feet started to hurt, so the bed was made with her practically laying in it. In a multitude of spots to boot. Anna was not a naive girl, and had seen her fair share of porn. She blushed, as she found herself fantasizing about being spread wide, chained to the bed, a slave to the buxom blonde. Sure, she knew what bondage was, and she made out with other females just as every other college girl had, but she had never had an appetite for something this kinky, of this magnitude, with another female.

Clearly Miss Caroline Crosby had an infatuation with bondage, bdsm and young college girls. Anna wanted to be included in that list. Towels were folded, clothes hung, pants pressed and placed into the sliding drawers of the walk in closet. Plates and glasses and cups and mugs were placed delicately back into the cupboards, silverware wiped free of watermarks and sorted. Her day came to an end at 3: She found Miss Caroline reading under an umbrella poolside. Her breasts even more amazing in the one piece suit that clung to her body.

She stared, but remembered the posture required to address the woman. I have checked off everything upon the list you provided, and I believe you will find everything to your satisfaction. I look forward to returning, and I would also like to formally accept your offer of restraint next time I am needed. Caroline simply looked over the top of her book at the stocking clad, bare breasted year old.

I will check your work shortly. Please leave your outfit back where you found it, as you clothes have been placed neatly for you to dress. I will see you at noon, sharp, the day after tomorrow. Your pay is in an envelope. Be on your way. Anna was dismissed bluntly. But with her back to the woman, her heels barking off of the cement of the poolside deck, she smiled. A big, shit eating grin. She dressed, stepping out of the heels felt delightful on her soles, but the money in her hands was even better.

There was even a tip included, for three and a half hours of work. No I mean mentally, sexually. I get turned on by things I know are wrong, not just what society says is wrong. In fact the more wrong it is, the more I fantasize about it. Then one day I decided not to be afraid and let my freak flag fly. And I got screwed over badly, and not in the way I wanted to be. Eventualy I did meet someone. Someone who did things to me.

He tored down my inner walls then pined me against the bathroom walls. He tied me up and set me fee of my inhibitions. He blindfolded me so I could see the beauty in my senses. He filled me up so that I was left wanting more of only him. He pushed me over the edge and made my potential soar. He loved me into submission. And lastly, he screwed my brains out every freaking time. She scrolled through pages and pages of toys; sleek vibrators, thick dildos and bottles of potions and lotions that could make you tingle and twist, burn or shiver!

A whole world of pleasure ready to open up to her. Her Boyfriend worked away a lot, and often came back too tired to pay any interest to her. Maybe it would just take a little surprise to get his motor running? A few curious clicks later, and she found herself browsing Bondage.

Handcuffs of steel or fur, soft and coarse ropes, gags and blindfolds! She was getting so turned on just scrolling through pages, throwing things into her cart. She giggles as she put in a few things particularly naughty, before something in the SALE section caught her eye. For safety reasons, rope will automatically release after 24 hours. The example videos linked on site soon piqued her curiosity. Before long, her desire was bubbling between her tights as she watched clip after clip of the rope in use — and its users in use.

Soon, an idea began to formulate in her head. A sordid, kinky, sexually outrageous idea! With a sly smile, she dropped in into her cart, and hit Purchase. Hannah sat at the kitchen table, an assortment of torn cardboard, clamshell packaging and parcel tape strewn all around her.

She eyed the equipment laid out over the table, set and ready for her plan to rekindle the passion between her and her Boyfriend. She was too horny to wait and her Boyfriend would be back any moment now. With a sly smile, she gathered up her things and put her plan into practice. After knocking a few more times, to no avail, with he checked the address once more. They must be out back. Taking his pen out of his pocket, he walked through the gate and into the back garden. The fences of the garden were high, the trees set around them giving plenty of shade and cover. Most of the garden was grassed over, save for a short path and a stone patio.

In the centre of the garden, a thick Oak tree grew straight up out of the ground, casting a pleasant, cool shadow.

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And tied to the tree, was a woman. She had dark hair and fair skin, her body falling in the middle between slim and curvy.

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Her arms were wrapped back around the tree, tied with a rope. Her shapely legs were set slightly apart, showing off the fact the lingerie hugging her body was crotchless. It was made of panels of black fabric and intricate lace, stopping just under her full breasts, leaving them to stand naked, perky and free. Matching stockings went up to her knees, but no shoes, and lace sleeves were slipped over her arms.

Her face was mostly obscured by a black blindfold covering her eyes and she was silent — a small ball gag stuffed her mouth. The Delivery Man was frozen. He gingerly put the package on the floor and paced backwards and forwards. Training had never covered this. Should he untie her and ask for a signature?

But he was running out of time, bound to his schedule. She must have heard him moving around, what looked like a smile forming over her gag, her thighs parting just a little bit more. He watches as the slit of her pussy mound delicately unzipped, her tantalizing pink flower blooming before his eyes.

It dripped readily, almost shining with damp under the morning sun. His cock quickly began to stiffen in his pants, the allure of this mysterious woman getting him hot. Soon his thoughts were turning to giving her a different kind of delivery. Hannah could barely contain herself — although, the rope and gag did a pretty good job of that. She could hear him moving on the grass, stems crunching under his feet as he admired her, his new toy ready and waiting to give him the perfect welcome. As he got closer, she could just imagine the lust in his eyes, his big cock unable to deny it, his urge to take her as his own, right now!

He stops, only a few feet from her, and the tingle of a hand passing over her skin — not enough to touch, its shadow tantalizing her shoulders, and then her face. Little did she know, the Delivery Man was pausing as he went to take out her gag, his next breath ready to for some awkward explaining. And all she felt was his hand move down, instead hovering under her spread pussy, so wet it was practically dripping onto his palm.

Her short, tidy hairs just touched his skin. It was too late to go back now. Her cupped her pussy in his hand, the hot, slick lips spreading over his palm. Her could feel her clit in middle of his hand, being gently squashed as he slowly circled and squeezed, almost testing her needy cunt. Hannah moaned into her gag, her head rolling as her Boyfriend finally touched her, muscles coiling like a spring as just that nearly brought her over the edge.

All her pent-up frustration being lovingly massaged, her love and commitment to him leaking out in anticipation. The Delivery Man unzips his pants and tugs them down, yanking his stiff cock out of his boxer shorts. Hannah can just see her Boyfriends face now; always doing that narrow-eyed, lip-biting thing, then his mouth opening slightly as he prepares, his cock hard with lust for her, gripped in one hand. He strokes it gently a few times, all the way to its tip, before he moves his hand away, using his hips to guide it to her waiting pussy. Its thick head makes contact, fitting snug between her lips, bumping her clit as he moves it to down to her fuckhole.

Then he puts both hands either side of her head, bearing down on her. His blue eyes stare at her with a swirling mix of love and horniness, as with a slow push of his hips, he takes her. Her wetness glistens over her thighs and on her pussy, collecting in her sparse hairs and glittering in the sunlight. The Delivery Man almost cums right there and then. Her tunnel clenches around his hard dick, egging it on, wanting it further in her pussy. She moans softly into her gag, as her boyfriends cock pushes into her, feeling so big and thick.

Or maybe how horny she makes him, his cock getting so big and hard! All she can do is squirm against the tree, moving her hips, trying to wiggle down onto his cock, all to eager to be impaled on his long, thick fuckstick. Only happy to oblige, the Delivery Man thrusts up, until the nub of her swollen clit touches the base of his cock — cunt fully stuffed.

He unbuttons his shirt, throwing it to the ground. Grabbing the bark either side of her head, he braces himself and pushes up hard. The noises she makes in her covered mouth are turning him on so much, urging him to pound her like the whore she is — tied up and waiting for cock. She must be such a filthy slut, ready to be fucked silly by anyone and anything. Take her naked, slutty pussy!

His strong hands move onto her shoulders, sliding down her front to grope her big, bouncing tits. Fingertips knead them, squeezing and pulling, before they clamp around her stiff nipples and tug. His hands move off of her, grabbing the bottoms of her thighs and lifting her legs high. Her back moves up the trunk of the tree a little, his cock still savagely slapping her spread cunt.

Her big bust at face level, the Delivery Man leans into them, closing his lips around one nipple, kissing and sucking on the sensitive little nubs. She can see him in her mind — his naked, muscled back, his bottom thrusting up and down as he fucks her wild. He legs spread out either side of him, shaking as she cums and cums, begging him to fill her! Her ear-splitting shriek is stopped dead by her gag, her pussy exploding into a soaking bust of wetness. Her head throws back, and slumps down as she cums and cums, toes curling and pussy squeezing.

Her violent reactions are too much for the Delivery Man to watch. His balls twist and churn, spreading heat up into his throbbing cock, he feels the first sharp spurts deep in his shaft, until he explodes into her bound body. He groans heavily as his cum flooded out in powerful spurts, forced high by his heavy thrusting. She lets out a guttural groan as her Boyfriend breeds her like a stallion, her toes curling as his hot, thick spooge fills her pussy, leaking out around his cock and running down her thighs. Their orgasms slowly unwind, her muscles relaxing and his balls running dry. He stands, still stuffed in her, his body sheened with sweat.

With a wet splot, he draws his softening cock from her cunt, splattering the grass with his cum. Wiping the sweat off of his brow and he staggers over to his discarded clothes, struggling back into his shirt. Shaking fingers finally manage to button it, and then pop his cap back onto his head. He looks at the girl tied to the tree, leaking his seed from the her spread lips of her well-fucked cunt.

If he unties her, it might be awkward. Has she been left like this by someone? A little panicked, he backs away down the path, just leaving the parcel on the patio. Searching around for prying eyes, he hurries back to his van. Inside the house, on the kitchen table, he phone vibrates. The screen lights up, flashing a text message:.

Not going to be home tonight. Had a breakdown at the plant. May take a day or so to fix; the overtime is good and we need the money. Before the screen fades back to black. My friends and I all had girlfriends, who we convinced to play, and they agreed! So, we signed up! We then got to our sides, where our flags were, and I noticed a building. I took a peek in the building, and I saw 5 neatly sheeted beds, with, you guessed it, bed bondage restraints on them for prisoners!

My friends and I got to our positions, on our side, and the girls were a quarter of a mile away, by their flag! The manager then told us the rules:. Until you are tied to the bed, then you can attempt to escape, or have a teammate rescue you. Ok, my friends, and I, got on our podiums, and waited for the bell to ring, to signal the start!

My friends and I then quickly huddled up, and talked about what our strategy would be! That is where the fun starts! We also then agreed on the direction that we all go in: I go on the right, my other helper is on the left, as well as the two spies! When I was within feet from the base, I hid behind a tree. I then saw one of the girls in the other group, talking to two of her teammates. I looked for my girlfriend in the group, and I found her very quickly, because she is probably the prettiest girl that I have ever seen!

I chose her as my main target, because she told me that she liked bondage, and that she would enjoy this competition! I then snuck closer, closer, and when I was 50 feet from the house, I noticed that there was a way for me to run behind the house, without being seen! I carefully laid out the plan, and made a run for it! As I reached the back of the prison house, I saw that my girlfriend had spotted me, and she was quietly walking around the back of the house.

As she walked around the corner, I saw her, with her ballgag, in her hands, and the handcuffs in her other hand, and she ran towards me! I dodged her attack, and captured her, instead of her capturing me. I tied her hands behind her back, handcuffed them, and before she could notify her teammates, I put the ballgag in her mouth. She groaned from the gag, as I quietly, and quickly took her back to our prison. About five minutes later, we were at the prison, and I opened the prison door, with her hands still tied, and I got her on one of the beds.