Patricia's Midnight Tease Ch. 01

byJAZZBEARD22©

The phone rang at midnight.

"Were you sleeping?" she asked.

"Not really. Just dozing. I miss you."

"I miss you, too. That's why I called. I can't stop thinking about you."

Her name is Patricia. She is my wife. She was out of town at a conference. It was only one night, but...

"You're up kind of late, aren't you?" I asked. " I thought the first round of meetings started at eight tomorrow."

"It does. I'm being naughty."

Even approaching middle-age, my wife is still a very attractive woman, spending her lunch hours in the gym, rather than in a restaurant. Her body is tight and strong; her breasts are small but firm, and her ass is gorgeous. And though we have been married for a number of years, we still love the physical part of our relationship, enjoying the quirks and surprises that a healthy sex life generates. 

So when I told her, last year, that imagining her being touched by another man gave me a very excited erection, she began to surprise me with occasional stories of her extramarital exploits. She made them explicit enough to really excite me, but left them vague enough so that I could never be sure if they were fantasy or fact.

One evening she came home, her business suit rumpled, and tossed her damp panties in my lap with a story about a brief tryst in the parking lot. Another night she came home later than expected and spent a dizzying hour relating her adventure picking up a guy in a bar.

True? Or not?

It doesn't matter. The sex after these events was hot and passionate. God, this woman turns me on.

So, even though I wasn't expecting a call from her tonight, I wasn't totally surprised either.

"How naughty?" I asked.

"Only a little."

"I hear music in the background," I said to her.

"Yes," she said. "We found this incredible little roadhouse just outside of town. They even have a phone booth, if you can believe it."

"We?"

"Oh, yeah. I guess I ought to tell you that part. One of the accountants from New York, Kevin Prine, asked me out to dinner."

"And you went."

"It was only dinner."

"Was it?"

"Well...there was also dancing."

"Uh, huh. What are you wearing?"

"That little black dress you bought me, the one..."

" I know the one," I said. Short, tight and very sexy. She's a stone knockout in that dress.

"You shouldn't be allowed out in public in that dress," I said.

"You getting hard, aren't you?" she asked.

"You know I am."

"You know the rules. No touching."

"That goes for you, too."

"I don't need to. Kevin does enough touching for both of us. Remember that old saying about Roman hands and Russian fingers?"

"Yeah."

"That's Kevin." 

"Are you allowing these...touches?"

"Sure, honey, it's called dancing. Ever hear of the Mohito? Lots of touching. Everybody does it." 

"Do they?"

"Of course. Are you thinking about his hands feeling every part of my body?"

"How can I help it? You've planted the images carefully. What happens after this?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"And you wouldn't tell me if you had."

"True."

"Is this the same Kevin I met at the Christmas party; black, shaved head, athletic, tailored clothes?"

"Oh...I forgot that you'd met him. Yes, this is the same Kevin."

"You didn't forget."

"Well, maybe I didn't. But remember, no touching," she said.

"I'm not," I said. "But it takes self-discipline."

"You know I love you," she said.

"Of course I know it. You're proving it right now. And I love you for it, Pat."

She giggled.

"Flirt and fuck as a favor to my husband. What woman wouldn't love it?"

"You turn me on, baby."

"But are you sure it doesn't make you jealous? How could you love me and not be jealous?"

"Sure, it makes me jealous, honey. And jealous makes me horny. Do you know how much I want you right now?"

"Well, if you're sure."

"I can't wait to touch you. We are going to fuck for ten straight hours when you get back."

"Then you probably want me to tell you some more details," she offered. "Just to keep you aroused."

"So you've been holding out on me, Patty?"

That laugh again. I love that laugh.

"Let's just say I'm pacing the story."

"So what are these details?"

"Well, when Kevin was teaching me this Mohito dance, he spent a lot of time grinding his pelvis into my ass."

"Mmmm, I don't blame him."

"But the thing is, it must've really excited him, because I could feel his hard cock against my bottom."

"And?"

"And in addition to being handsome, he's also got one goddamn big dick."

"Either you are very lucky or very conniving."

"Pure luck," she said. "I swear."

And then she giggled again.

"Uh, huh."

"Are you fantasizing about me sucking that big dick into my mouth?"

"More importantly, are you fantasizing about it?" I asked.

"I think I'll let you wonder about that."

"Are you wet?"

"Honey, my panties got so wet I finally just took them off."

"And?"

"And, I guess I gave them to Kevin."

"That makes a statement."

"Are you presumptuous enough to believe that you're the only man I tease?"

"So there are others?"

"You can think about that, too. Next time you kiss me, you'll wonder whose cock has been in my mouth."

"Besides Kevin's, you mean."

"He's trying hard, but he hasn't made it yet." 

"What are his chances?"

"Right now?" she said. "I'd say it's 60/40 in favor of hot, raw, steamy sex before dawn."

"Has he ever hit on you before?"

"Never; or any of the other girls in the office, that I know of. I haven't heard any rumors."

"So why now?"

"I'm not sure, but it may have been the Jacuzzi."

"The Jacuzzi? I think you left out that part of the story."

"Oh, yeah, well after the conference ended today, some of us felt like a soak, so we went down to the hotel's Jacuzzi."

"I didn't know that you'd packed a bathing suit."

"Yeah, I have a small one that I keep for trips."

"How small?"

"Very small, sweetie." 

I guess I groaned.

"Are picturing it? Does it make you hot; my tiny bikini; my nearly naked body in a tub full of horny men. Does it make you want to lick my pussy?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Does it make you want to run your tongue down my ass?"

"Of course it does. Suck my cock."

"I dream about sucking your cock, baby. I crave your cock. But you are far away, and my cunt is very wet. So, as I was saying, my bikini is very small."

"Small enough to catch Kevin's eye."

"He really couldn't help but notice. The Jacuzzi was very crowded. All the seats were taken. Several guys offered to let me sit on their laps."

"How gentlemanly of them."

"Yeah, lover. And the most gentlemanly was Kevin. Or, at least, the cutest."

"Lots of hands in the Jacuzzi," I said, "and probably some cocktails to help reduce inhibitions."

"Yes, and a lot of hard dicks. Very titillating."

"I've never heard you use that word before."

"I'm expanding my horizons. Speaking of which, I gotta go," she said.

"I can hear a lot voices in the background. Is that your name your name they're calling?"

"Yeah, it's time for the wet T-shirt contest. I'll call you later."

"Are you...?" I started to ask, but she'd already hung up.

Wet T-shirt contest? As a spectator or a contestant?

I was left to lie awake, staring at the ceiling, and trying not to touch my erection, while visions of my wife's escapades played in my mind's eye in lurid detail.

Lots of detail.

Oh, yeah, I'd get a lot of sleep tonight.

To be continued...

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Synopsis: A girl and her Daddy are considering inviting a young, handsome transman to join them for an evening. She gets a little carried away imagining what that might be like.

This is what I picture...

We only have a few minutes left to wait, if he's on time, and my nerves are singing with anticipation, fear, and desire. For the last half hour at least I've been entertaining visions of what's about to happen that create surges of jealousy—it can't be called anything else—in my body at the thought of sharing you. Why didn't this occur to me before? I start to have an inkling of what the swirl of your emotions mostly feels like, and that only makes me more frightened. 

As befits my position in the upcoming scenario—we agreed on this—I'm mostly undressed, wearing only a stockings and garter set and some very sheer lingerie. You're looking quite smart, in contrast, and I suddenly can't resist the urge to crawl up on your lap where you sit passing the remaining minutes on your PC, squirming my naked, silk-clad, and nylon-covered skin against your legs and chest. I suddenly wish he weren't coming. I try to straddle you. "Sweetheart, why don't you go brush your teeth," you suggest, firmly setting me back on the floor and nudging me in the direction of the bathroom.

This is supremely irritating. I am already immaculately clean and I am not in the mood to be ordered around like a little girl. But I can't risk putting you on edge over something stupid right when you're about to do this incredible thing at my request, so I pad unprotestingly to the bathroom. I take my time and concentrate, and the process of brushing my teeth soothes my nervous energy, as you must have known it would. Almost as soon as I finish, the buzzer goes.

Our eyes meet. My heart suddenly pounds. I can't read your expression when you buzz him up—but you're not smiling. You push me into the center of the room in easy eyeshot of the door. When I hear his footsteps on the stairs my face floods with color, but when you answer the door, and I see the expression of nervous anxiety on his face, I forget my own embarrassment. I jump forward unhesitatingly, reaching out my hand and smiling, and introduce myself with the same kind of friendly smile I'd use with a new acquaintance on the street.

"I'm Ben. Nice to meet you too," he says in reply. His eyes flicker over my body, but I notice he seems mostly concerned with your more imposing figure. Well, I can't blame him for that—while he responds to your offer of a drink, I examine him covertly. He's wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt, plain gray, with a jacket over it. He's shaved his face smooth, and slicked his hair back. He's only slightly taller than I am, and while his shoulders are indeed wider, his build isn't strikingly bigger than mine either. However, his muscles, from what I can tell, are well-defined. There's a hint of acne on his skin, but he looks healthy, and I can smell him from here—fresh soap, and the leather of the jacket, and something sweeter. His face isn't classically handsome, but his eyes are a delicate gray and his lips are full, expressive, and sensitive-looking.

I have already asked him lots of questions, and received his replies, coming back and forth through email. I know he's had top surgery and been on hormones more than two years, and that he usually doesn't want to be naked from the waist down but it depends on his comfort level. I didn't ask him if he would be packing or not. You belted me so viciously when I mused dreamily out loud about the potential of his having a big, hard, sexy strap-on cock for me that I thought it would be best to let the subject drop after that, and just let him show up and surprise us. Based on his Craigslist ads, I thought it more likely he'd try to entice you with whatever female parts he had left. He really wanted a spanking. 

Both of you have sat down in chairs in the kitchen and I spring into action making you each a drink. You are interrogating him, and it starts out easy and relatively impersonal, but soon, while you sip, he's required to tell you whether he's been spanked before, what arouses him about that scenario, what scares him about it. He drinks too fast. I have slipped to my knees next to you, but after a few minutes I slide over to his side of the table and gently reach for his hand where it's fidgeting nervously on his lap. I lean my cheek on our linked fingers, against his leg. I can feel him tense in surprise, but my eyes are on yours, which darken threateningly for a moment. 

"Isn't she a sweet and lovely little girl?" you ask Ben, your teeth gritted slightly. 

He seems to have recognized the danger in the situation. He replies cautiously, "Y-yes, she is."

"Now, I think it would be very nice if you called me Sir while you’re here.”

“Yes, Sir,” Ben says immediately. His fingers flex against mine.

“Good boy. Finish your drink. Then come over to the bed. Angel, you come with me.”

I get up and follow you, grinning from ear to ear. I’m absurdly proud of you. You’re brilliant. The perfect Daddy.The perfect master of this situation. You even said “good boy” to him! As your turn around to face me, I come forward, eyes shining, ready to hug you or somehow express quietly my approval.

The blow is unexpected and your powerful slap knocks me sideways onto the bed. Before I can even struggle up, your hand is in my hair, pulling hard, and my eyes fill with tears from pain and surprise as they meet yours.

“From now on, slut,” you hiss, “you ask before you touch him.”

My mouth falls open. “Yes, Daddy!” I gasp quickly.

You use my hair to yank me onto my knees next to the bed. I can see you sitting down on the side of the mattress out of the corner of my eye as I stare at the floor, trying to compose myself. I feel like crying—how could I have screwed up this soon? How much of that did Ben watch, and what was he thinking? If it wasn’t clear before, it’s obvious now who is at the bottom of the status hierarchy in this odd three-person relationship. My chest is tight and I have to take deep breaths, but after a minute I get myself under control and manage to look up.

       Ben is standing in front of you in the middle of the floor—you must have beckoned him over. He’s taking off his shirt. His chest is beautiful and I immediately stop feeling sorry for myself and start feeling proud and happy for Ben. He shakes a little as he undoes his belt and slides his jeans down over his hips, then steps out of them. I look keenly at his crotch from under my eyelashes—but I can’t tell if he’s wearing anything there or not. Then I feel guilty for fixating on it so much.

       “Come here,” you say softly, and I feel my pussy ache in response even though you aren’t talking to me. Wearing only a pair of loose boxers, Ben shuffles forward until you catch him by the arm and pull him skillfully over your lap. You’ve done this to me countless times but I’ve never witnessed it, and now I watch with undisguised admiration. Ben’s head is resting on the bedspread, his arms up by his face, and his feet are toeing the floor on the other side of your legs. His tight butt looks very cute perched over your knees. I’ve turned sideways for a better view and my eyes are wide and staring. Ben’s head is turned away from me.

       You rest one big hand on the cotton covering Ben’s rear. I hear a small sound escape his throat. I know he’s fighting the urge to shift his hips on your lap. He wants it. “Now, little boy,” you say, “I want you to clasp your hands together behind your neck. Good,” you continue as he does as ordered. “Don’t you dare move them.”And without further delay you land the first swat over his boxers.

       Ben grunts in surprise at the first smack, but settles into it as you continue for several more blows. I know from experience you can hit much harder than this. You’re warming him up. You are focusing on what you’re doing, your eyes on his upturned ass. But after about 15 swats, you suddenly look at me, and your gaze is so intense my breath catches in my throat.

       “Tell me you’re a filthy, depraved little whore,” you growl at me, your hand poised to fall.

       My face floods with heat and my eyes fill up again. I don’t want to do this now—not in front of the new person. I don’t want to stoke your anger this way. Humiliating me while you are giving this young man his fantasy just seems so cruel and unfair. Can’t it just be about Ben for a minute? But I know this is not a scenario you would have ever chosen—I must please you, and I want to please you. It’s so hard, though…

       “Tell me, sweetheart!” You almost shout it, and at the same time you yank Ben’s shorts down below the cheeks of his ass. I see him clenching them together and his hands start to come down to cover himself. You stop that with a hard spank, your hand cracking down viciously on his bare skin. He squeaks and jerks his hands back into place. He liked the way it felt.

       “I’m—I’m—“ I whisper, miserably.

       Swat! Swat! Ben starts to wriggle. “Speak up, angel.”

       “I’m a filthy, depraved whore,” I choke out. I shift uncomfortably on the hard floor, heat pooling between my legs, my focus dimming to everything but the sound of your hand on Ben’s vulnerable skin and the fire in your gaze.

       The spanks are falling hard and fast now. “And a dirty little bitch, aren’t you, slut?”

       My eyes dart back and forth between Ben’s reddening cheeks and your stern face. He is starting to kick a little. “And—and I’m a dirty little bitch.” My face gets hotter, if that’s possible, and one tear escapes.

       “That’s right. What kind of dirty bitch would like watching something like this?” As you speak, you punctuate each word with harder and harder swats to Ben’s ass. Finally he cries out, his hands breaking their hold again, but not going so far as to try to reach back and protect himself. You switch your attention fully back to him. “Oh, does it hurt, little boy?”

       Fortunately, he seems to know he’s supposed to answer. “Yes, Sir,” he mumbles, his face in the comforter.

       This spurs you to deliver another flurry of swats, until he does break and bring his arms back. This is an opportunity for you to use your strength on him, and I wonder if he knew that. You pin his outside hand with your left hand and continue to spank him until we can both start to hear the snuffling sound of his first tears.

       Immediately, you push him off your lap so he rolls onto the bed. You stand and go after your unfinished drink. He takes a shuddering breath and wipes his face, lying on his stomach with his ass still exposed. I look at him, then uncertainly at you, standing some distance away, an inscrutable expression on your face. I get up with sudden decision and move towards you, close enough to whisper, “Please, Daddy, may I comfort him?”

       “Oh, what a sweetheart,” you say, and your voice has a hard edge that makes my heart beat faster. You reach into the cup of the sheer bra and pinch my nipple hard enough that I whimper and reflexively clutch at your wrist. “Keep it above the waist, for now.”

       Nipple smarting, I return to the bed and sink down gingerly next to Ben, who is watching me, his face turned to the side. I carefully rest my fingers against his hair, then run them through it when he seems to accept the touch. I brush my hands over his face where it is still wet from his crying. I smile at him and murmur, “It’s so good, isn’t it?”

       I don’t get an answer, because as I start to stroke his shoulders you are suddenly there behind me, and your hands are in my hair again. I cry out as you forcibly shove me into position kneeling on the bed over Ben’s sprawled legs, ripping off the frail panties I had on. I catch myself on my forearms, my face hovering over his reddened, exposed ass.

       “What a nice red bottom,” you comment, and both of your poor victims squirm in humiliation. I see Ben’s hands clutch the comforter, the same as mine are doing. “Spread your cheeks for her, little boy.”

       I can’t imagine anyone could feel more embarrassed than I do right now, but Ben must. You are still holding my head imprisoned by the grip in my hair, and I watch helplessly as the young man trapped under my kneeling body reaches hesitantly back to his fiery butt and starts to grip the cheeks in his fingers. He pulls them slightly apart and I can just glimpse the tiny dark hole in between, surrounded by a sparse growth of hair. I can’t see much below the curve of his buttocks where the elastic of his boxers still rests; it looks shadowy and hairy there, and mysterious.

       “Wider.” He makes a sound—I can’t tell if it’s a sob or a pleasure cry, but he obeys. My head is spinning—I’m amazed by you—I never dreamed you would go this far with him…

       Your finger thrust violently into me makes me squeal and try to wiggle away, but you have found me wet, and you pump my tight pussy mercilessly for a few moments until I moan, muttering, “Such a disgusting little slut. So wet looking at another man’s asshole.” Your well-moistened finger next goes fast and hard into my own ass, and as I gasp, you start to force my head down and order in your sternest tone, “All right, princess, you know where your pretty little face belongs. Get that slut mouth to work.”

       My face is shoved abruptly into Ben’s dry, hot crack. For a second I am frozen in shock, though I have known this was coming since you moved me into position here on the bed. I realize after a few seconds that Ben had moved his hands, but now they have returned to their place holding his cheeks apart—you must have corrected him. When you remove your hand from the back of my head and release the pressure, I lift up enough to draw a deep breath, then tentatively put out my tongue just as you plunge your cock into my ass.

       Involuntarily I shriek and throw my head back, trying to crawl forward away from the punishing presence of you inside me. You have a firm grip on my hips. “Get back to work, slut!” you remind me in a growl, and, groaning, I force myself back into place with my face between Ben’s cheeks. I lick gently at his hole, thrown off at first by the powerful thrusts rocking my body, and the wiggling I can’t help as your size causes my belly to cramp. But within a very short time, as always, the pressure in my ass starts to feel good—unbearably good, and I’m rocking back against you, breathy cries escaping my mouth even as my tongue probes Ben’s hole in rhythm with this fucking, the feel of his tight rubbery flesh and its musky sweet taste its own pleasure.His hips, too, have started to move, and with my last bit of presence of mind I notice his fingernails are digging into his sore skin where he’s holding his cheeks apart for me. My scrabbling, grasping hands make me aware of this and I brush his fingers aside, kneading, squeezing, and punishing his already-beaten ass while my tongue worships the forbidden little hole.

       “Uh! Uh!” I hear him start to cry.

       I try to raise my head enough to beg permission to come, getting as far as a muffled, “Daddy—please—” before you reach forward and shove my head hard and viciously into Ben’s crack, holding it down and beginning a brutal pace of thrusting while you growl, “Go ahead and come, sweetheart. Come while you eat another man’s ass. God, you slut—!” I go over—I grip Ben’s cheeks hard and push my tongue as far as I can into his asshole while I clench white hot and helplessly on your body. I can’t breathe while my body spasms over and over again, and I can dimly feel your come shooting into me while my own spend runs wetly down my thighs. And then Ben’s hole is shivering and spasming too, trapping my tongue, and your hand is still on the back of my head, and at last I start to panic and struggle for air.

       You let me up and I collapse on my back on the bed, breathing hard, next to Ben, who is still facedown and now burying his head in his arms. A few peaceful moments pass. Just when I start to worry, he reaches back and pulls up his boxers, then sits up. He’s smiling—a little shyly, but he looks pleased.

You’ve fixed your clothing and look completely self-assured compared to we naked, sweaty, and discomposed sluts on the bed.  “Thank you, Daddy,” I say, gazing up at you, and I mean thank you for letting me come, but also for everything, for all of this, tonight.

It prompts Ben, who chimes in, “Thank you, Sir.” I turn my smile on him and can’t help giving him a little wink.

“Go wash your face, princess,” you say to me, and I realize you’re ending our evening with the newcomer. I get up as gracefully as I can and turn to shake Ben’s hand one more time, saying, “It was very nice to meet you.”

I take my time in the bathroom, my stomach knotting with tension again already. Ben is probably well on his way home by now, but tonight is probably not over for me yet. If I’m right, I’ll be paying for this little fantasy-come-true with a session with your belt. Well, is it so much to ask to appease my marvelously accommodating Daddy, who has just spanked a man for me?

By the time I emerge, stepping with trepidation back into the bedroom, you’re sitting patiently on the bed and you’re already holding your belt and your ruler. My heart thunders, but before you can stop me I run towards you and jump into your arms. I shower kisses on your face and neck. “You are truly the best, most awesome, most impressive Daddy in the whole world!” I whisper, snuggling my naked body into your broad chest.

“Well, I’m glad you had fun, sweetheart,” you say, sounding like you want to laugh. “Now come and bend over the bed, so I can remind you just how earnestly I dislike sharing you.”        

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Several years ago my wife and I lived next door to another couple. We both had kids so occasionally we'd watch their kids while they had a night out or they'd watch ours. My wife also worked the occasional evening so it wasn't unusual for me to come home to find a note telling me the kids were over at the neighbors house.

Well, one night I came home and the kids weren't home. There was no note, but I just assumed they were next door. I strolled over to pick up the kids. The neighbor wife answered and said the kids weren't under her care. She was just watching a movie.

After a brief discussion it came out she was watching a porn flick. I wasn't particularly attracted to the neighbor and not sure she was attracted to me, but the idea of watching a porn flick with another woman was enticing. So, I invited myself in.

After about 15 minutes of some really bad dialog there was the first sex scene. I asked, "how do you watch these and not masturbate?"

"Oh, normally I do masturbate. But you're here."

"Sorry, I'll go if I'm interrupting...."

"No, it's ok. I've seen this all before. I can always take care of business later."

After a moment of silence and more sex on the tele I said, "would you mind if I masturbated."

"Oh... ah... well, no, I suppose not."

It didn't take me long to get my cock out and start stroking. Yes, I was watching the film but I was also watching my neighbor out of the corner of my eye. She was watching me. 

"Thanks," I said, "I could use the tension release."

After a few more moments, I noticed her rubbing her crotch. "If you want to finger yourself. Please, don't let my being here stop you."

That's all it took. She stood up, dropped her trousers and panties and sat back down with a finger stuffed in her cunt. I sort of watched the film for a bit but then turned to look at her. She was looking at me. So, I stood up and said, "I'm getting close to cumming. Want to watch?"

"Yes," she moaned. She spread her legs letting her dark bush open up so I could see her fingers play with her soaking lips. I let my jeans fall to the floor, took a step closer and kept playing with my cock. 

"Almost..." I said as I could feel myself at the edge.

"Cum on me," she replied. I did... spraying jets of white cum all over her dark curly hair, which she proceeded to rub into her cunt. Just as I finished she leaned forward and sucked the last bit out of my cock... I nearly collapsed on the floor. 

We were neighbors for another year after that. Her and I had a few more masturbation sessions but never had sex. I think the first, however, was the best.

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The limo eased it's way through the traffic, keeping its three passengers oblivious to the outside world. Sitting between Steffi and Edward Colter, Dani made whimpering sounds and mumbling pleas not to make her go. A sharp reprimand by Edward only made Dani quiet down for a few minutes, and soon she was again begging the Colters not to take her to the hotel. Exasperated, Edward admonished his wife, "Christ, Steffi, make her shut up will you, feed her if you have to, but make her quiet down, she's driving me nuts!" Steffi ignored her husband's sarcasm, opened up her blouse, unhooked her bra, and gently had Dani suckle on her full breast. She comforted Dani and brushed her face, knowing that breast feeding the young woman was the best way to calm her down as she was very oral, whether it be sucking on a nipple, or sucking the cum out of a large penis. Dani had been living with the Colters for almost six months being their sexual plaything and as she was a total submissive, and the Colters being dominants, it satisfied her natural urge to be told what to do and when to do it. Most evenings were spent playing all sorts of sex games, with Dani doing the bidding of her two masters. Each night when the games were over, Dani would share their king size bed, usually going to sleep with Steffi Colter's nipple in her mouth. That was the one thing that would instantly calm her down, having Steffi's large full nipple to suck on. Today, Dani was particularly upset, because her masters were taking her to a down town hotel to have a session with another dominant. Ordinarily this would have excited Dani, but this was different, the man they were going to meet was named Sir Midian, a well known dominate throughout the s&m scene. He was a huge black man, known for his unquenchable sexual appetite for young white girls. Dani was terrified at the thought of being taken and used by the black giant as she had heard stories of how his huge organ had ripped more than one helpless girl to shreds. She couldn't believe that her own masters were going to allow her to be abused and possibly injured in such way, and while she had always obeyed them without question, this might be too much even for an obedient submissive like Dani!The trip up the elevator to the thirtieth floor was made with little or no conversation, but when they were finally in front of room 3033, Edward looked at Dani and said, "Don't embarrass us today, do as you are told or you will be severely punished, do you understand me!?!" Dani lowered her eyes and replied softly, "Yes sir, I will obey my master at all times." A hard rap on the door, and a few seconds later they were being ushered into the room by a kimono clad Japanese girl. Sitting over in a stuffed easy chair was a powerful looking black man dressed in a pure white silk suit and a mauve colored shirt. His head was shaved smooth, and when rose to meet his guests he towered over them, being at least six inches taller than Edward. The two men shook hands and the black man offered, "This must be Dani, she is even better than you described her to me, Sir Edward!!!" "Thank you, Sir Midian," Edward replied, "she is a well trained little bitch, I think you will find her perfectly acceptable for you needs!" Sir Midian walked around Dani, checking her out from every angle, until he stopped and ordered, "Off with your clothes girl, and be sharp about it!!!" While not showing it outwardly, Dani nervously removed her clothing until she was standing nude in the middle of the hotel suite. Although she was eighteen, being only 95 pounds and five feet tall she could have passed for a fourteen year old, and in keeping with her young appearance, the Colters kept he pubic area shaved smooth so her vaginal lips had the look of someone much younger. The only give away was that they were much fuller and puffier than a younger girl, and while her breasts were small, only an A- cup, she had no reason to wear a bra. This coupled with her small stature and the little girl clothes she was made to wear, made Dani look the part of a young teenage girl.
The Japanese girl showed Edward and Steffi to their seats and offered them drinks, and after they were comfortable, she came over and began assisting Sir Midian remove his clothing. When he removed his underwear, even Steffi made an audible gasp! Sir Midian had the largest penis she had ever seen in her life! Hanging down between his well muscled legs, it had the head the size of a tennis ball, and a huge nut sack to match! "Come here girl," he ordered Dani, while standing with his hands on his hips. Dani quickly knelt in front of him, still not lifting her eyes from the floor. Reaching down, he lifted her chin until she was face to face with his cock, and even though she was terrified, the mere sight of his genitals made Dani's pussy flood with juice. "Do me child", was all he said, and Dani took the velvety head into her mouth. She could feel the power that coursed through him, and now understood why Sir Midian was such a legend. She knew that if he ordered her to, that she would leave her own masters just for the hope of having this penis in her mouth. As it grew in her mouth, she began to feel more and more dependent on it for sustenance. She held his balls in one hand and the long thick shaft in her other, and while it was only a passing thought, she wondered how she would ever fit it into her tiny vagina!!! She knew it was going to happen, that he would soon be fucking her, but now an inner peace had overtaken her, knowing that this huge penis would protect her, and never hurt her!
Both Edward and Steffi sat transfixed at the sight before them, with their "baby", kneeling on the floor with this giant erection in her mouth! Edward's own cock was hard as a rock, and Steffi had stuck her hand inside her panties and was rubbing up and down her buttery slit. The Japanese girl came over and offered to suck Edward's cock, which he gratefully pulled it out and stuck it into her delicate mouth. Steffi couldn't stand it anymore, so she stood up and removed all of her own clothing, and knelt down to help the Asian suckmaster do her husband. Sir Midian looked over at Edward and gave him a nod of his head, as both men were in a hotel room having their penis's sucked by very attractive women! He looked down at Dani and told her to stop and then to stand up. His cock was now totally erect, and looked to be at least ten inches long and as thick as a woman's wrist! Sir Midian picked up Dani as if she weighed no more than a bag of sugar, and settled her vagina over his cock while she wrapped her legs around his waist as the big head probed at her opening. She wriggled her ass, trying to make it easier for him to penetrate her until finally his glans finally popped inside of her, unduciang the first of many crushing orgasms. She had never been stretched like this before, and so far only about two inches of meat was in her pussy, and as he started a rhythmic rocking motion that slowly slid her vagina farther down his shaft, it seemed that with every inch, her cunt exploded in another cum! Dani had her arms around Sir Midian's neck, and she could feel the massive power that he held over her. When all ten inches were inside of her, and she was riding his massive spike, he asked her, "What do I make you feel like, little girl!?!" In her best little girl voice she replied, "Like a little pussy, sir, you make me feel like a little vagina." "And what do you need more than anything else in the world," he continued? "Your penis, Sir Midian, I need your penis in my mouth or vagina," she replied back to him. "Is it now the most important thing in your life," he pressed on? "Oh yes, the most important thing in my life," she answered!
Dani held on and rode giant cock for all she was worth, until finally her orgasms had wrenched all of the strength from her body. Sir Midian lifted her off his stump and held her high in the air, her vagina now only inches from his mouth, and hungrily his tongue snaked out and licked the juices from her now gaping slit. She hadn't thought it possible, but in seconds she was cumming in his mouth, the result of his insistent clit sucking. He gently laid her down on the bed and turned his attention to Steffi, and even though she was a natural dom, she was no match for the charismatic black man, so just a flick of his finger, and she was on the floor in front of him worshipping at his magnificent organ.
Steffi's pussy lurched when she felt the purple knob pushing against the back of her throat, while Edward watched the action through half closed eyes, thoroughly enjoying the cocksucking the little Japanese girl was giving him, and only when Sir Midian mounted his wife did he seem to pay more attention. Steffi tried to relax her vaginal muscles to accommodate the huge black cock pushing into her, but it was so large, that she knew she was about to be stretched beyond anything she had ever felt. Just like Dani, when the head finally slipped inside she had a thundering orgasm, the mixture of pain and pleasure being blurred together. Moaning and panting, she begged him to fuck her, and he was only too happy to oblige her, with hard pounding strokes that tore at her insides, raising her pleasure-pain threshold to new heights. She looked down between her legs and saw the massive erection sliding smoothly in and out of her gaping slit and just the mere sight of it made her orgasm again, in what seemed like a string of cunt churning climaxes.
In a true show of utter dominance, Sir Midian ordered Edward to come over to the bed and get down on his knees. When he was in position, Sir Midian pulled his cock out of Steffi's cunt and jammed it into Edward's open mouth. In seconds his mouth was full of torrents of spurting cum, so much so, that it dribbled out the sides and ran down his chin onto his chest. Steffi quickly leaned over and licked up the spilled sperm, and hungrily sucked it down. Sir Midian stood up and looked down at the sexual carnage he had rendered and finally spoke, "I'm taking Dani with me, I might give her back, but I might not, do you understand me, Edward!?!" With glazed over eyes, Edward answered in a weak voice, "Yes, Sir Midian, I understand." A few moments later Edward and Steffi were alone in the hotel suite, trying to ponder all that had just occurred. Steffi mindlessly fingered her pussy, remembering the feeling that the huge pecker had given her, while Edward, always a hard dominant, was still reeling over the fact that he had sucked off the black giant, and was not only repulsed by it, but invigorated! Right then and there they both knew that they would be back for another session, only this time as complete submissives!

Natasha'a MicroPhone {another poem} by Just A Guy on Wed Apr 22, 1998

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I await what some say is fate:
it's her fart that she lays
in my face as it plays..
I am her Microphone. Oh joy..
and even her sex toy..
and her smell is much greater
then the sound of the flatulator..
she farts in my face and then saves
it as file...fart (dot) wav
and uploads for awhile..
she sends it to you and
you open your prize....
that wav is so precious and it's even a good size...
but you think you're the lucky old chap..
I am the creator of that sound: snap, snap, snap..
I'm your master: you all envy me...
get down on your knees
and wait for another breeze...
it is I who am the middle man..if it wasn't for me..
that file in your box would not be there, you see..
oh I'm so lucky..I am her microphone...
as she creates more gas sometimes I wish I had hands and for a moment I'll be alone..
and let five minutes pass by and here she comes again...
with another fart to thrill me for you all to listen..
she sticks me up her ass...
and I await with joy..
for her lovely wind to pass...
I love it when she screws up..so we could take 2 or 3 or 4..
'cause her farts never bore me..I want it some more..
so thank you for asking her for some wavs...
cause now I have a job..I consider me her sex slave.....
I never thought I would love to be a microphone..
from bad things I heard..
but I guess I am blessed..
{what rhymes with blessed that's not the word messed?}
but on that note ..please ask for more..
as her stomach still bloats....
Ask for more wavs..
be a pal...cause I need some work..
and oh I love her smell...
as the wind goes into my lungs and out into her PC
it is so joyous, it's heaven you see..
and everytime you beg for her fart wavs just remember me
I am her helper...I get off for free...
it's like my pay to work for her that's no lie...
so beg for more fart wavs...and you would be helping I.

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Those are the breaks!

by Lisa on Mon Apr 27, 1998

Some may have called supper model Bridget Jenkins evil. A tool of the devil. However, what others perceived as nastiness, she saw as ambition. You had to be ambitious in this business to get on top. And then, to stay on top. So what if getting the high profile jobs initialed humiliating your opponents? Those where the breaks! And Bridget had humiliated her fair share of models! She had slipped itching powder into Debbie Harris' panties. The blond wasn't so sexy scratching her bum and genitalis... on national TV! A year ago, little Vanessa Jones almost unseated her.... but, a little ex-lax in her water before the spring show had fixed her. Imagine... a sexy dark haired bomb-shell filling her sexy little teddy with diarrhea. On stage! However, it seemed there was no rest for the wicked.
Now, it was Donna (just Donna). A gullible, superstitious southern beauty who had captured the hearts of all who saw her. And (despite her best efforts) Bridget still hadn't embarrassed the young woman. Several plots had failed: liquid heat in her panties, a whoopie cushion at a lunch in, even the classic Boom boom pills in the food had failed (and Linda was none to happy about her sudden "gastric disturbance".)
So, Bridget thought it was all over when she found out she had been replaced by Donna as the final girl in the latest show. Then, she realized she could use this loss to her advantage. They where modeling Jan Ordel's latest creation "fetish clothing". Rubber clothes. And the piece Donna was sporting was an skin tight, black latex-spandex body suit that covered her from head to toe. It was air tight... and that gave Bridget an idea.
That day, Bridget took Donna to lunch. And loaded her with bean's, chilli and broccoli. Donna sat at the table, gripping her sides. Around her, there where piles of dishes. There was one spoon full of beans left. "Oh Bridget! Thank you Soooo much! But, I can't eat another bite!" Bridget spoon up the last bit of beans. "Oh, come on! One more bite!" Giggling, Donna bent down and gobbled down the last bit. "Mmmmmm.... my! That was delish! Thank you Bridget!" "Don't mention it." Bridget said, smiling. "Oh, look at the time! We'd better get a move on!" the pair ran to the limo and scuttled in.
On the way to the show, Donna's stomach began to burble. "Oh! I hate to be rude, but I may just pass gas in a few secs here!" Bridget knew that was bad. Donna had to save all that gas for the stage. "NO!" she called as Donna turned a cheek. Donna had a puzzled look on her face. "Why?" she asked. "Because.... it's bad luck to fart before a show!" Donna plopped her butt back to it's place on the seat. "It is?" "Sure! Have you ever heard of Susy Holden?" Donna shook her head 'no'. "She farted before a show and a week later, her butt was covered in warts!" Donna gasped. Bridget nodded. "You'll have to hold it in until the last girl's out on stage . Then, let loose!" "But... I AM the last girl! won't someone hear?" Donna asked. "No no! All the girl's do it!" "Gosh, thanks for telling me Bridget." "Hey! What are friends for?"
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Donna was very uncomfortable that afternoon. She was rubbing her belly, which was slightly bloated. The hot gas bubbled at her ass hole, trying to escape. Donna clenched her cheeks together tightly. She leaned against the wall, moaning. Everyone was worried, commenting on how sick she looked. But when the lights came up and the music came on, Donna strolled out on stage with her fellow models. She had three outfits to go before the finish, where she walked out alone in the black suit. Then, Jan would talk about what rubber clothes symbolized and that was the end.
The show went off without a hitch and Donna was moments away from striding out onto the walkway. "Good luck!" Bridget said. Donna giggled. "Thanks! I hope I don't stink the place out!" She walked out onto stage and let out a PHURRT! She sighed. That felt good! So good that Donna didn't notice the suit had slightly inflated. She continued her slow walk, farting as she took every step. Poot, poot, poot! With every toot, the suit inflated a little more. She let out a huge BLOOOOOORTS! Which caused the suit to expand considerately! She finally noticed that her body was becoming rounder. "Oh! What's happening to me?!" Her waist was rounding out, her thighs and butt where getting bigger... even her arms where becoming plumper. Donna acted as if nothing unusual was happening. In her mind, however, she panicking. BLORT BLORT PoooooOOOoooOOooo! Her body fattened up more and more, her calves becoming inflated. She Began to waddle as she let out a PLORT! By now the crowed was reacting. Some were gasping, some where laughing, but most were snapping pictures! She became more and more globular as her arms began to stick out at forty-five degree angles. Humiliated, the gas filled orb tried to make a run for it... but couldn't move her legs.
By now, the other models had gathered at the curtain to laugh at their young, inflated peer. Donna was HUGE! There was so much PRESSURE! Her suit was now bulging up around her face. Her legs and arms had merged with the rest of the suit. And she just kept tooting. PLORT POOOOOONT....PLAP PLAP! Larger and larger she grew until the rubber began to stretch. "Ohhhh! What's... going.... on?" Donna screeched. Suddenly, a BOOM! Rocked the room. The suit exploded at the fanny, releasing smelly gas and sending Donna fling through the air like a popped balloon. The crowd gasped and fanned their faces. Donna lay, face down, her bum showing out the big hole in the butt of the outfit. The room was filled with noxious gas. The crowd fanned their faces and moaned, flash bulbs popping. Bridget just giggled.
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What's left is epilog; Donna was forced out of modeling. She moved back to the south, put on 300 pounds and became a bean farmer. She's eats what she grows; perhaps that explains the mysterious green fog surrounding her property. Bridget continued to dominate the industry; at least until Lizzy showed up. But, that's another story....