Jane confronts Suzanne the Ruthless

 

Lying on your bed, you have the lamp wick low, and you read an erotic pamphlet you snuck home from the University. Your father and Jon, your beloved, would be shocked to know that you indulge in self-pleasure.

As you read the translated description of an erect manhood, you use your scrimshaw phallus. Slowly you rub the smooth polished piece of whalebone between your damp nether lips. Positioning and rubbing it similarly to what you read.

Back and forth, and then you gently enter yourself. The cool phallus warms as you use it. Sliding and thrusting with one hand as you continue reading the pornographic description. In and out. Deeper and faster. The pleasure grows and you close the pamphlet. You imagine that it is your beloved Jon who is with you. It is his firm manhood inside of you. Pinching your hard nipple with one, and biting your lower lip to stifle your moans of pleasure, you use your carved toy to your full satisfaction.

Withdrawing it from inside of you, you wipe it with a towel you keep by your nightstand, and then hide it and the forbidden pamphlet with other item you brought home from the University.

Then you drift off to a satisfied sleep.

In the morning you have breakfast with your father. He reminds you that Jon will arrive today on one of his cargo vessels.

“According to his letter, he is bringing a chest with silver and silks to prove how successful he has been.” you remind your father.

He quietly snorts as he reads a broadsheet with his breakfast. The printed headline is “Piracy is on the Rise! The Royal Navy will crack down on High Seas Brigands!”

You sip your tea and comment, “Hopefully Jon will arrive safely.”

He grumpily replies, “Hopefully my cargo arrives safely.”

You accompany your father to the docks to wait for the ship to arrive.

He reminds you that you attended University because these ships will be yours along with the company if anything happened to him.

It is something that he has told you since you were a girl.

As his only child, he has raised you to be the equal to any merchant trader.

The ship arrives in the harbor, sitting high in the water.

“Father, I think something is wrong.” you say as you gently take his hand.

He gives it a firm squeeze. “Hopefully it is not a bad as it seems.”

After the ship ties off, the ship’s captain disembarks carrying a note. He nods to both your father and then to you before handing him the note. “We were attacked by Pirates. As per your orders we did not resist. Suzanne the Ruthless took our cargo and gave me this.”

Your father reads it and then hands it to you as he mutters “500 Crowns.”

Looking at the message, you see in quickly scrawled letters, “We have taken this young merchant. Pay a ransom of 500 Crowns or I will keep him as my slave.” It is signed by Captain Suzanne.

Without having to check your ledger, you already have more than enough crowns in your personal account to pay what she asks. But even if you did not, you would take your jewels and sell them. Jon is not only handsome but has shown his worth by agreeing to your father’s demand that he must become a prosperous trader before he would agree to the marriage. The chest of silver and silks was that proof.

The ship Captain sheepishly explains that it will probably not be safe to travel the same route back any time soon, because Suzanne the Ruthless was not happy with the cargo they were carrying and was looking more profitable items.

You interrupt. “Then we shall leave at once.”

The Captain gives you a shocked look. “What is that, Young Mistress?”

“I am going to the bank. I will withdraw 500 Crowns, and you will take me to find this ‘Suzanne’. She will not make a slave of my betrothed.”

Your father hold up his hand but you quickly remind him. “If I am to run this company, then I must be allowed to make decisions that I feel are best. If that includes negotiating with Pirates, then so be it.”

The Captain starts to object but your father stops him, and thoughtfully strokes his beard.

“Yes. Pay the ransom. You will be my envoy, and carry my letter to her. Yes, Negotiate woman to woman. If you are successful, you and Jon have my full blessings.”

You kiss your father on his cheek, as you quickly head for the bank, while your father and the Captain draft up the letter, preparing to return back to sea.

You take a cab to the house, and pack a traveling trunk with a few changes of clothes. Your nursemaid, who is basically the woman who raised you after the passing of your mother, looks disapprovingly as you pack and tell her your plan.
“You cannot travel alone. At least take either a maid or a houseboy. Someone who can assist you as needed.”

You object but she has ‘Young Tomas’ carry your travel trunk. Tomas is not much younger than you, nor is he much stronger than you, but as you are reminded, he is a second pair of hands, which could be of value, so you concede to her demand.

The cab takes you to the dock, Tomas carries your travel trunk, while you carry the chest with 500 Crowns.

Your father is still by the ship. “You brought ‘Young Tomas’. You are such a smart girl.”

He hands you a letter. “This is my demands for Captain Suzanne. Negotiate in good faith, and return home.” He then looks at the Captain and his First Mate, “If anything happens to my daughter, her betrothed, or even Young Tomas, you will face my wrath.”

“Of course, sir. As always, your orders will be obeyed.”

In the Captain’s cabin Jane looks at the charts, while the Young Tomas stands in the background. “Where were you when this Suzanne attacked?”

The Captain and his First Mate move their fingers along the plotted track until they stop at a piece of water that has both land and islands not too distant. “Mistress, we were here. I suspect that she raids from these ports along the far side of these islands.”

The First Mate nods “Which is where the Royal Fleet will be soon.”

“We must get there ahead of them, if I am to negotiate for the safe release of Jon.” You say. Quickly making some measurements and adjusting for travel time, you ask “When should we arrive there?”

“In a few days Mistress.” The Captain answers.

“Very good. I will return to my cabin. Keep me informed.”

As you walk the decks to get some fresh air, you hear.

“Sails off to Starboard!” from the lookout.

You talk to the Captain and have him prepare both the White Flag and the signal flags to say you need to ‘parley’.

When the ship is closer you notice that its signal flags read, “Will Talk. Safe Conduct”.

The First Mate and a crew member lowers a dinghy, with you, Tomas, and the ransom chest seated aboard. “Do you know how to row this, or do I need to Young Tomas?”

“I can do it, Mistress.” He responds.

A few minutes later, you connect hoist hooks to the fore and aft of the dinghy so it can be raised to the deck.

Stepping from the dinghy into the deck, you see a collection of sweaty, strong, and dangerous looking men, some of them leering at you, and others leering at Young Tomas. All have the same lusty look in their eyes. A tall woman stands there, with her hands on her hips. “You called to ‘parley’?” Before you can answer she smiles “You are Jane. Jon’s sweet and innocent Jane.”

A throaty laugh ripples through the crew. “And you brought a young man with you. Is he for your pleasure or simply muscle.” She moves closer and in a lower tone says “He looks as if he would be capable of both.”

Tomas blushes at the comment and the pirate crew laughs.

With an irritated frown you look at her “Madam Captain, is this how you conduct business? You sent a message that you are holding Jon for ransom. I am here to negotiate his release.”

You turn and nod to Tomas, and he pulls the money chest from the boat.

The Pirate Captain arches her eyebrow in surprise. “My apology, Miss Jane. You are correct. I am holding your betrothed and requested payment. Is that your response?”

You nod, still frowning, “Shall we negotiate here or can I see that Jon is still safe first?”

She steps much closer to you, emphasizing her height. In a quiet tone she says, “You are not what Jon described. I think you might actually be someone worth negotiating with.” She then says louder “We shall move this to my cabin.”

She turns and walks to the aft of the ship. Her crew immediately parts, creating a path allowing you and Tomas to follow her.

She holds open the hatch to her cabin, and you step inside. You see Jon wearing only a pair of loose trousers, while his arms are secured over his head to a hook in the ceiling.

“My beloved Jane!” he says in an excited tone though you hear the exhaustion in his voice.

You fight the urge to rush to him and hug him, instead just smiling at him. “I am glad to see that you are not harmed, my love.”

The hatch closes behind you and you hear “Of course he is unharmed.” She walks up and softly caresses his chest. “He makes a fine personal toy. He is so eager and responsive.” Her voice has a soft purr to it. Jon pulls his wrists, but you also notice that his groin responds to her touch by growing.

You take the chest of coins from Tomas and place it on a small table.
“Here are the 500 Crowns, you requested.”

The Captain stops caressing Jon and walks over to look at the money.

“I debated raising the ransom to 1,000 crowns. Your fiancée is a valuable and talented man.” She pauses and looks at you, “Especially his manhood and his mouth. His talent appears to be natural and unlearned, because I had to give him lessons to improve his techniques.” She then looks to Jon, and winks with a lascivious smile.

You have watched your father negotiate before, so you know she is purposely trying to distract you. Releasing a slow exhale, you give her a pleasant grin. “I suspected as much, but we had agreed to wait until our wedding night to exchange physical pleasure.”

The Captain then looks to Tomas who looks slightly embarrassed hearing such talk from women. “I see you have your own toy to use for pleasure if you need.”

You frown and let out a bored sigh, “No, good Captain, unless you use your crew members for your pleasure? But I do not think you would let the ‘hired help’ have that kind of hold over you.”

She looks at you with a more appraising eye and straightens up. “You are correct. A woman of power does not use those who work for her for selfish pleasure. They might think they are more important than they are. Shall we take a seat?”

You sit down and push the money box closer to her as she also sits. You then take out your father’s letter. “Aside from Jon’s release, I am here to negotiate for the safety of our ships.”

She opens the letter and reads it. “Taking one-third of manifested cargo and no longer taking captives.” She sets it down. “Are you free to modify these terms?”

You nod, “I am here as the representative of our company. What is your counteroffer?”

“Taking two-thirds of the cargo and only taking wealthy captives.”

You frown and lean back in the chair. “Do you seriously expect a deal such as that? I have a more serious offer for you. I warn you that the Royal Navy is on the way, which they are. I offer you one-half of all future cargos, or if you get your Privateer’s writ, we will purchase all captured cargoes directly from you without question.”

“But if I become a Royal Privateer, I will not be able to attack your ships.” She says as she taps her fingers on the table.

“True, but you will have a guaranteed market for any future items.” You say with a grin.

“But what if I wish to continue to operate without royal sanction?”

“Then the fifty-present of our cargoes, and no captives is our final offer in that regard.” You lean forward and run your hand through the Crowns so the coins make a gentle clinking sound as they fall.

After a moment of thought she asks “You are certain that the Royal Corsairs are on their way?”

You nod, “It was on the Broadsheets when we pulled out of port.”

She stands up, pulls the knife from her belt, and cuts Jon down. You notice that his manhood is no longer erect. ‘Good, I will remedy that on the return trip’ you think.

The Captain gives Jon a rough and passionate kiss before saying “Leave. Take your trunk of silk and silver. Your clothing is inside of it.”

She then looks at you. “If I become a Privateer, I will send word. Until then I agree that no more than half of the manifested cargo, and no more captives.” She walks towards Tomas, “Though it would be so tempting to keep this lad and give him the same education I gave to your betrothed.”

You stand up. She smiles at you and holds up her hands. “It is just a thought.”

She crosses the room and opens the hatchway, “They are returning to their ship. Make things ready.”

Once you are back onboard your ship, you request that Tomas bunk somewhere else, while you and Jon spend time together.

You request a bucket and water, along with soap and a towel to clean him after his ordeal.

In your stateroom, you have Jon sit on a chair as you wash his chest, starting with where Suzanne was caressing him.

“You do not need to do that. I can wash myself.” He says in a slightly embarrassed tone.

“I know you can, my beloved, but I want to take this time to ensure you are not harmed. To clean you from her foulness,” You then lean in and kiss him with a passion you have rarely given him in the past, “And to make sure that I am the only woman on your mind.”

He hugs you and pulls you onto his lap. Through the layers of your dress, you can feel his firm manhood growing.

Whispering in his ear, you say “I am going to wash and clean that thoroughly. Then I want you to demonstrate just how well you use it.”

Standing up, you reach down and squeeze his firmness. “Because my love, once we are married, this will be use by no other women.”

“Of course, my beloved Jane. I did not know that you were as ruthless as Suzanne.”

You kiss him again passionately, still holding onto his firm member through his loose trousers, “I am far more ruthless than her.”

Learning from Suzanne the Ruthless

 

The door to the captain’s cabin opens and the two crude-looking pirates who initially captured you walk in. “Cap’n said clean him up.”

One is carrying a bucket of water, and the other has cloths and a block of lye soap.

With you still hanging from the hook in the ceiling, you watch as they dip a cloth into the water then lathers up with the bar.

The rough cloth is cold on your skin, as one scrubs, and then other wipes dry.

“He’s a pretty one.” The darker skinned one says.

“Cap’n must like him.” The other one responds.

“What’s she going to do with me?” You ask, finding your voice.

The lighter one smiles a crooked smile at you, as he reaches down and washes your nethers.

The cold soapy cloth is shocking as your recently used member is washed clean, even though is small and shriveled.

“He’s small now, but Cap’n seems to enjoy it.” The pirate comments, ignoring your question.

The one with the drying cloth, quickly grips and rubs the area fully.

“We could try to make it grow.” He says giving you a wink and a wicked grin.

“What?” You ask, a tone of fear enters your voice.

Without answering, you feel the wet cold cloth between your cheeks as your back side is washed.

“Mmmm nice and firm. Hopefully he angers the Cap’n and she gives him to us.” The voice sounds almost joyous at this idea.

After you are fully rubbed dry, a blade is placed at your throat.

“We’re gonna untie you for a moment. Don’t give us trouble, an’ you’ll be safe.” The darker skinned one says. The edge against your throat feels sharp, so you calmly say. “I understand.”

Your wrists are cut free, and then your shirt and waistcoat are pulled off and tossed to the deck. With the blade still at your throat, they move you to the bed, and have you lie on your back. Quickly your wrists are tied again but now you are secured to the posts of the bed, including your ankles this time.

“He is so smooth an’ cute. Tempting to use him for a moment.” The lighter skinned one says.

His partner, shakes his head as he sheathes his knife, “No. Cross the Cap’n and you know what happens.”

The first one shutters. “You’re right. He’s clean and tied. Let’s tell her he’s ready for her.”

“What do you mean? What is she going to do to me?” You protest.

But they leave without answering.

You pull against your bonds, but just as before, these pirates know how to solidly tie knots.

After a while, the cabin door opens and Captain Suzanne the Ruthless enters, and locks the door behind her.

“You do look so good. Tied there, helpless, and ready for me to use however I choose.”

Her voice has that odd purr to it again. She moves closer to the bed but stops. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. They left your clothing on the floor. I want them on Jane’s chest.” She picks them up and feels the pocket of your waistcoat. “What is this?” She pulls out your gold pocket frame. Opening it up, she says “Is this your ‘beloved Jane’? She is attractive.” Keeping it in her hand, she places your clothing on the lid of the chest near the door. Turning to you she looks at it again.

“What would your ‘beloved Jane’ think of you tied to my bed like this?”

She sits on the edge of the bed and slowly removes her boots.

“Would she be shocked and avert her eyes?” She continues as she removes her vest and shirt.

Her firm breasts are still enticing.

You lick your lips which feel dry. “She is not a wanton hussy like you. She is chaste and pure.”

She looks at the miniature painting, then holds it to your face.

“Do you look at it as you stroke your member?” she asks in a low seductive tone.

You feel her hand on your hardening manhood. “That’s it. Look at Jane. Imagine she is stroking you, up and down, as you are tied to her bed. A prisoner of her love.”

The Captain’s hand feels as good as before and you are fully hard. You look onto Jane’s painted eyes and imagine it is her hand. ‘But she would never do this’ your mind tries to say.

“My Jane is a good girl and would not…” you try to protest.

The Captain closes the miniature case with a firm snap. “Well if you do not think she would do such things, then I will not have her enter your mind.”

She stands up, places the case on a small table, and then removes her leggings. Her body is more defined than the portions of Jane’s that you have seen.

“What are you going to do to me?” you ask again.

She moves close and runs her fingers across your chest.

“You have a lovely member, and such a smooth body.” She pauses as she places a hand on your jaw. “But how skilled is your mouth?”

“I do not understand.” You weakly protest, wondering if she is talking about how the French are rumored to make love to women.

She gets on the bed, straddles your chest, and moves her hairy nether region towards your face.

In a soft purring tone, she says as she looks at your still hard manhood, “I think you know exactly what I am asking, but I think you are young and probably inexperienced. As you are my captive, I am going to change that.” You can smell the scent of her arousal as her lips glisten with dampness in the lamplight.

“You my young captive are going to slowly lick me. I am going to use your tongue and your mouth for my pleasure, much as earlier I gave you pleasure using mine.”

Her warm quim presses up against your mouth before you can reply. You lick, thrusting your tongue in as deep as you can.

Her knees are on both sides of your head as she leans back and moves her crotch up and down. There is a musky smell and a tangy flavor. With your tongue held out she moves herself up and down, then back and forth. She seems to be enjoying it so you keep your head still, but you try to pull your wrists to grab her, but your wrists are still fastened well.

She then bends forward and adjusts herself.

“Are you a learned man? Did you attend University?”

You try to answer but her cunt is still pressed against your mouth.

“The Ancient Greeks found that a woman had a counterpart to your lovely pillicock. They called it a ‘clitoris’. Have you ever seen one?”

You shake your head side to side the small amount she allows.

“Of course not. Keep your mouth still.”

He reaches down and touches herself. You cannot clearly see, but she is touching the top of her folds. She then presses it against your mouth.

“I want you to softly and gently suck. Purse your lips around it and suck me.” She says as she grips your head.

You do as she commands. Sucking and even suckling the little nub. Soon she pulls your hair harder and grinds herself firmly against your mouth. Her breathing is harder and faster. She thrusts herself against you in a way you have never imagined any woman doing. As you suck, you hum. The vibrations of your lips seem to excite her even more.

“Yes. Do more of that. Harder!”

She presses herself and you feel her thighs tighten around your head and her quim pulses against your mouth. A reaction you have never encountered before.

She releases your hair and moves down your chest. “You are a quick learner. If you continue, when I return you to your ‘innocent Jane’, you will have new things to teach her.”

“Was that really good?” You ask.

She smiles and kisses you. Her tongue surprisingly enters your mouth.

Then she sits up. “Yes, you are doing well. I now want to feel how your lovely shaft feels inside of me.”

Suzanne squats over your groin, grabs your hard manhood and slowly rubs the tip along her wet lips. These feel so different than her mouth. Even different than the professionals at the brothel.

She then rubs back and forth along the shaft. The Captain is so warm and wet.

Then you are inside of her as she straddles you again.

Like a rider astride a horse she takes you fully inside of her and then goes back and forth.

“What makes you do such things? A woman is to lie there or be taken from behind.” You try to ask in surprise.

She is breathing hard again and sweating as she moves back and forth, then leaning forward rubs her nipples across your chest. She grips your tied wrists.

“Is that what you have learned? That a man takes his pleasure from a woman who lies there?” An anger enters her voice as she rides hard and fast. It feels so good, you will soon climax.

“I know of no other way.” You try to protest, pulling on your bonds. If you could just hold her, you could better control your own motions and finish.

“I will teach you a better way. A woman’s pleasure is her own. You will be my toy. I will return you to Jane with knowledge and skills that will make you a loving and devoted husband. Giving her pleasures she has never dreamed of.”

You feel her legs tighten around you again and she pauses. Her cunt tightens and pulses. Your own member throbs in response as you empty yourself into her. A moment later she dismounts you. You are wet and sticky, and also sweating.

The Captain puts on a robe, opens her door and yells “Bring me a bucket and rags. Now!”

A bucket with water, some cloths, and a cake of soap are handed to her.

“Should we wash him again, Cap’n?” A voice asks.

“Not this time. If I need help. I will call for it.” She replies in her commanding tone.

“Very good, Cap’n. I’ll post a crewman nearby.”

She nods and closes the door, locking it again.

Moving next to the bed, she says in a softer tone. “You did well. Now we will clean each other. But I first will have your word you will not try to escape. If you try anything, I will hurt you, and then I will turn you over to my crew. They have seen your smooth, firm ass, and all wish to take a turn at it.”

In a nervous tone you ask “Buggery? Your crew is into buggery?”

She places a hand over top one of the knots, “Some of them. Some are just into sodomy. Are you going to be a good boy? Or shall my crew use your sweet body for their own desires?”

You remember the wicked smiles of the two pirates earlier. “No, Madam Captain. You will have no trouble from me.”

She unties one wrist. “If you break your word, I will break you in ways you will not enjoy.”

“I understand Captain.” You reply as she unties you.

“Now you will wash me clean first.” She commands. You do as she says, because you have no idea how long it will take for your ransom to be paid. Also the Captains lessons about pleasure seem to be enjoyable so far, and you would like to learn more.

Captured by Suzanne the Ruthless

 

You look down at the miniature painting within the pocket portrait case in your hand. The lovely image of your fiancé Jane stares up at you as the cargo ship moves on the waves. When you dock, the chest of silks and silver will be enough to impress her father and allow you to marry. He turned you away the first time, telling you to “Seek your fortune. When you are successful, you may return.”

You can hear the wealthy merchant’s words so clearly as you return on one of his ships, returning with cargoes from the same lands where you earned your coins. You imagine her soft lips against yours as you kiss the miniature before closing the gold case and replacing it back in your waistcoat as you stroll along the open deck.

A loud blast booms and a loud splash sounds near the bow of the ship.

A voice calls across the waves, “Heave to and prepare to be boarded!”

You look to one of the deck hands, “Are we going to fight?”

He shakes his head “Best you head below. Guard your belongings. They might just take cargo and go.”

“You cannot be serious.” You say as you are shocked that a merchant vessel might just hand over its cargo to pirates.

“Don’t stand there. Get below.” He says as he and a number of crew men appear to be loosening the sails.

Quickly you head to your cabin. Once inside you draw your dagger and stand in front of the chest for your fiancé. You feel the ship slow, and there are loud thumps on the deck above you along with voices yelling commands.

There are creaks and the rattle of chains as holds are opened. “It’s most likely the cowardly crew allowing filthy pirates to steal what they want.” You say to yourself, firmly gripping the handle of your blade.

A commanding voice says “Search for more. Maybe we can ransom a captive or two.”

“Ye ‘eard the Cap’n. Search the ship.” A masculine voice responds.

Doors bang open, and you hear the yells as the other passengers are pulled on deck.

The door to your cabin slams open as a swarthy man wearing a headscarf, with a hoop earring and a cutlass looks at you. “Drop the knife and come ‘ere.” He yells.

You threateningly point your dagger, “No. You’ll have to kill me first.”

“ ‘Ave it your way.” He says with an evil grin moving closer with his broad blade.

“What’s all that yelling?” A voice yells down.

“ ‘E says ‘e wants to fight, Cap’n.” the pirate facing you yells, still smiling.

“Keep him there. Let me look at him.” The commanding voice says.

“ Aye, aye, Cap’n” the pirate says still pointing his blade towards you.

You hear boots thump down the stairs leading to the passenger deck.

“Where’s this troublemaker?” That voice now has a more feminine tone to it, but still exudes command.

“Right ‘ere, Cap’n.” The pirate answers and backs out of the doorway.

A tall woman wearing boots that come up to her knees, tight leggings, with a white shirt and dark vest, showing more cleavage than you’ve ever seen from Jane. You groin tingles. It must be excitement and fear as you realize you are facing the legendary Suzanne the Ruthless.

She rests her hands on her shapely hips as she smiles at you. “So little man, what are you so willing to die for?”

“You’ll never take me or the chest for my beloved Jane.” You bravely say as you point your dagger at her and try to ignore the tightness of your pants.

She glances down at your groin and grins, then sees the chest behind you.

“Is that the chest you’re protecting?” She laughs, steps back. “Bind him and take him to my cabin. The chest too.”

Before you can react the pirate from earlier comes in along with another one. They quickly grab your wrists, forcing the knife from your hand. It clatters on the deck, as you feel the rough texture of the rope on your skin while they bind your wrists tight, then carrying you over his shoulder as if you were a sack of potatoes. The other one carries Jane’s chest.

You hear Captain Suzanne tell the merchant ship captain, “I’m taking this one for ransom. Tell the owner of the ship that he owes me 500 Crowns for this young man or I’ll keep him as my slave.”

You bounce on his shoulder as he carries you across the gang way connecting the two ships. You see the crew of the pirate shop stowing and putting newly plundered cargo down into the hold.

You are carried into a cabin that is mostly a large bed, and a few storage chests along the hull. The bed feels solid as you are tossed onto it. Your wrists still bound behind you. “Now you stay there. The Cap’n will treat ya good. If ya cause trouble, then she’ll give you to us.” He says with a grin, licking his lips hungrily as he looks down your body. What had been excitement is now replaced by only fear. But your manhood is still firm. The fear has you harder than you’ve ever been. This swarthy pirate notices your bulge and smiles broadly. “Yeah, it’s probably a good thing Cap’n wants ya. More than a few o’ us would eat ya alive.” He then backs away as you see the other one carry in your chest for Jane, placing it near the door, before they close it.

You try to get your wrists free but the bindings are tight and you can’t see how they are tied. You lie on your stomach and try to work your wrists. The ship moves underneath you. ‘They’re underway now’ you quickly think. Your heart beats harder as you feel like there is no escape now.

Soon she comes in, locking the door behind her. “So my little troublemaker. You were willing to die for this chest?” She opens it up, and runs her fingers through the silver items, then pulls out a section of silk. “Mmmm this feels so good.” She takes it, walks to the bed and softly rubs it across your lips and cheeks. It is soft and smooth. You bite your lip trying to hide how good it feels to you.

“Don’t you like how the feels? This would make such a wonderful undergarment. It is so smooth and soft. Perfect for rubbing and caressing sensitive areas.”

“That is to be for her wedding gown.” You defiantly say finally finding your voice.

“A wedding gown? Such a waste. I think I could put it to better uses.”

She stands up, removes her vest and shirt and then rubs the section of cloth between her firm breasts. You see her nipples harden as she defiles the cloth with her touch.

“It feels so good, rubbing it between and around. Don’t you agree?” Her voice has a low, almost musical tone to it now. You are still aroused, but you don’t know if it is because of fear, anger, or the excitement of seeing her bare chest in such a wanton display. Your hard penis presses against the firm bed. You look away and close your eyes.

“I’m tired of staring at your back.” She says. With unexpected strength, she pulls you from the bed and stands you up. Shockingly she loosens the loop around one wrist, while holding the other one firmly. She passes the rope through an iron loop in the ceiling then secures your wrist again. It was done so skillfully and confidently, you are surprised and belatedly realize you could have tried to escape. But it’s too late now.

She steps back, bends down, and removes your shoes. Without the heels of your shoes you now stand on your toes as your arms are kept above you.

She steps back and smiles “That’s better. Now I can see of you are worth the trouble, or if I should let my crew have their way with you.”

Before you can comment, she draws a knife and cuts the buttons from your shirt, then your belt, and then the fasteners of your trousers. Your shirt hangs open as your trousers fall to the floor. Your manhood is erect again, making a tent in your undershorts. She smiles. “How lovely.” She steps closer, picking up the section of silk again and slowly rubs it along your chest. In an almost purr, she asks, “Do you know what I like about young men? Their bodies are so smooth, and delightful.” Between the silk rubbing your chest and her voice, you feel aroused. She stands taller than you as she moves closer and kisses your cheek. “Yes, your skin is so smooth.”

She kisses you as you feel the silk move down your body. Her lips are surprisingly soft and warm. She presses them harder against your mouth than Jane ever did.

She pulls down your undershorts and rubs the silk along your hard shaft. “Mmmm does your ‘beloved Jane’ know what you have down here?” she asks as she strokes you harder.

You pull on your restraints, but the rope holds tight.

She purrs in your ear. “Don’t you like me? Aren’t you enjoying this?”

With a burst of courage you reply, “No you filthy strumpet. My pure Jane would never do such things.”

The pirate captain laughs. “Is that what you think? That your innocent woman just waits at home for you. She probably longs to take you like this.”

She gets to her knees and you feel her warm lips kiss the tip of your firm member. Her tongue slowly licks from the tip down along your shaft.

“Stop” You try to protest.

You then feel her take you entirely in her mouth. It is warm and wet in a way you’ve never felt before. She softly sucks. The sensation is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. Even the professionals at the brothel never did anything like this to you. She sucks and then strokes. You look down and she smiles up at you. “I should have you finish in my mouth. Drink you down, then use you in other ways.”

“Other ways?” You nervously ask.

Before she can answer you feel your manhood pulse and shoot your seed. You feel her mouth on your tip as she sucks and licks. Her hand milking you as you fill her mouth.

She then stands up and kisses you. “I like you. I should have charged 1,000 Crowns for you.”

She walks away. “I’ll let you stay there a little longer. I want you to be ready when I use you again. Then we will see if your mouth is as good as your manhood.” The purr has returned to her voice, as she puts her shirt on again, unlocks the cabin to check on her crew. 

Leaving you hanging there, your softening shaft dripping from pleasure. “My mouth?” You confusingly ask yourself aloud as she smiles at you and closes the door.

Reading E-Smut

 

You are sitting in the bleachers, trying to be a ‘good supportive parent’ of your kid. You really don’t care about sports, but your children enjoy being part of the school teams. When any of them are on the field or the court, you pay attention, cheer, and yell, but today your son is still sitting on the bench. You know that ‘everyone needs time on the field’, but you hate the waiting.
You pull your tablet from your work bag, maybe if you read something you’ll feel less anxious. You remember that one of your co-workers sent you a link to her short stories.

In the office you quietly asked “What, are you one of those quiet ladies who write smut in her spare time?”

She nervously smiled and said, “If you don’t like that kind of thing see if your wife wants to read it. If not, feel free to just delete the link.”
You thought she was joking until now. The school bleachers feel hard on your butt, sitting near the top row, so you can see your kid when he goes on the court. The title of the story is what first catches your eye “An afternoon in the office”.
You’ve known Joan for a few years now. She is the AA for your department head, taking care of all his needs, along with the rest of the senior staff. What you read is not what you expect.

“After all of the staff has gone home for the day, I call my husband. ‘Jim, come to the front desk and have security buzz you up.’ I then make sure all of the other offices are locked except for my boss’s. The office with the big vinyl couch.”
You pause, ‘Mister Johnson’s office has a large couch in it’ you think and then continue reading. Just the thought that maybe she has written something she actually did, is starting to turn you on.

“I take and lay out the towel and lotions from my gym bag, then close the door and wait at my desk. Security buzzes my phone ‘Yes, I’m expecting my husband…You’ll send him up? Thank you.’ I then hang up the phone and stand by the office door.”
You feel your dick start to get hard with anticipation. You then shake your head for a moment. ‘There is no way she is going to write about sex in the office.’ But the idea of sneaking your wife into Mr. Johnson’s office and bending her over the big couch and pounding her from behind is an image you hadn’t expected to enter your mind. You lick your lips as your mouth feels dry.
“ ‘So we have the place all to ourselves?’ Jim asks. I kiss him, my tongue going deeply into his mouth. ‘Yes. Just like we talked about, I didn’t get a bonus this year, even though the company earnings were great, so I want you to fuck me on his couch.’ He hugs me firmly, my hard nipples press into his chest. ‘Yes, I’ll fuck you like they fucked you for not giving you a bonus. Fast and hard. In ways you’ll always remember.’ We go into the office and he slowly removes my dress.”
The buzzer for the game goes off. “Dad!” you son yells up at you.
Flustered, you put the tablet into your bag. “What?” you yell down.
“I’ll change and be right back.” He says pointing to his school bag on the bench.
You nod, grab your bag, go down to the court and pick up his.

‘I know we didn’t get a bonus this year. Officially the company said profits were down’ you think. You want to get back to the story, but it’s a good thing you stopped. You adjust your slacks as you soften. ‘Joan must just have written this as an angry fantasy. She’s almost 50, I think. And Jim he’s almost ready to retire, there’s no way they would have had sex, in the office on Mr. Johnson’s vinyl couch.’
“Ready Dad?” your son asks.
“Sure. Let’s go.” You reply.
“So what did you think of the game?” he asks.
You are tempted to lie and say, ‘it was great’ but you give him a weak grin. “Tell you the truth I was using my tablet on a work thing and wasn’t paying attention.”
“I thought so.” He says with a nod. “I looked from the bench to check on you, hoping you weren’t bored. You looked really stuck to the screen.”
“Shall we pick up supper?” you ask trying to change the subject. “Call your mother and see what she wants.”

A ten-minute call through the car’s speaker while still in the school parking lot, you finally all agree that the chicken family meal is the best option. You use the app, place the order, and go get it.

The whole time you are driving you keep wondering about Joan and Jim. She’s not what you’d call gorgeous, but she’s okay for her age. ‘This has to all be fiction. They can’t really have done this.’
After you get home and eat, your wife asks. “Are you okay? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.”
“Once we go to bed can I show you something?” You ask.
She gives you a puzzled look. “Okay. You don’t want to tell me first?”
“It’s easier if I show you.” You reply and then finish eating dinner.

After cleaning up and making sure the kids finished their homework, you chase them off to their rooms before grabbing the tablet from your bag and going to the bedroom.
You get undressed and sit on the bed wearing only the shorts you sleep in, as your wife gets ready for bed too.

“What’s this about?” she asks.

You prop up the pillows on your side of the bed and turn on the tablet. “I was given this smutty story to read. I didn’t finish it.”
“Was it that bad?” She asks as she pulls on her nightgown.
“No. On the contrary, it’s good. Take a look.”
She gets on the bed, and looks at the title. She starts laughing “Who is Jackie Sential?”
“What?” you ask confused for a moment.
“The story’s author is Jackie Sential or ‘jack essential’.” She giggles some more. “Oooh ‘An Afternoon in the Office’. Sounds exciting.”

She reads for a moment. You watch her chest. Those lovely breasts that fed your children and still look so good to you after years of marriage.

She pauses. “It’s not bad. It looks like they are going to fuck in the boss’s office. That’s a little different. But nothing I haven’t read before.”
“Joan wrote it.” You say.
“Joan. Joan in your office, Joan? Joan, who looks like she and her husband’s idea of a wild night is going to the library for a poetry reading…that Joan?” She asks.
You nod and nervously lick your lips.
“That office she is describing. Is that your boss’s office?”
“I think so.” You reply. “Thinking that it is something that she and Jim might have done or even fantasized about, turned me on.”
“Joan turned you on?” She asks with a puzzled look.
You quickly shake your head. “No. The description of going into Mr. Johnson’s office and having sex did. I’d love to bend you over that couch and take you from behind” you admit.
She give you a wicked smile. “Did you finish the story?”
You shake your head. “Do you want to read it to me, or should I read it to you?”
“I’ll read it, but as I do, do you want to lick my pussy?”

You nod, kiss her and then move between her legs. You can smell her damp excitement. “Where did you leave off?” She asks.
“They were in the office and slowly removing her dress.” You answer as you slowly remove her panties.
“Underneath my dress, I was only wearing a garterbelt and stockings. My bra pushed up my breasts making my nipples look even harder. My husband slowly licks around each nipple and then kisses them.”
As your wife reads you slowly lick her pussy.

Your tongue goes up and down.

Teasing her.

She continues reading, slowly describing how Jim licks Joan.

Tonguing her pussy and then her asshole. You focus on your wife’s pussy. You know if she feels like any ‘butt stuff’ tonight she’ll be clear about it.

As you lick her cunt and suck her clit, you feel her put her feet on your back and cross her ankles. As she continues reading, she flexes her hips. She reaches a hand down, grabs your head and presses your face more firmly against her.
“Jim’s cock is so hard and thick. But I’m so excited I take it down my throat. He fucks my mouth hard and fast. My wet pussy is begging to be filled.”
Your wife’s breathing is getting harder as she tries to keep reading aloud and enjoying you. “He bends me over the couch and licks my pussy and ass. ‘I’ll fuck you like the company did’ Jim says in an animalistic growl.”

You feel your wife’s thighs tighten around your head.

She won’t last much longer.

You suck her clit and hum.

You know the vibrations drive her wild.

“Oh God!” She says as she clenches around you in pleasure.

You feel her cunt pulse against your mouth as her orgasm powerfully moves through her. Her hand pulls your hair as the other one drops the tablet on the bed. Her breathing is labored for a moment as she finishes.

You let her unwrap her legs from you before you get up.
Your dick is so hard and ready. “Should I jerk myself off or..”
She gets on her hands and knees.

“Take me doggie style. Just like Jim did Joan.”
You slip your hard shaft into her wet hungry snatch.

Placing your hands on her hips you slowly work into her.
“NO. Faster like in the story.” She says. “And spank my ass.”
You don’t even question. Smack. Your hand goes to the right cheek as you thrust into her harder and faster. She starts moaning in pleasure as she reaches down and rubs her clit.

It has been a while since she was this excited.

You love it.

You don’t last long.

With a hard thrust you hold her firmly as your cock pumps cum into her.

You feel her rubbing harder until she cums again too.
You pull out, as semen drips from her.

You quickly grab a towel and wipe her up.
“You are really enjoying this.” you say as you lie next to her and kiss her.
“Yes. Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow you can thank Joan for the story.” She says as she kisses you too.
“Do you think it really happened?”
“It doesn’t matter. Like all good smut. As long as the reader enjoyed it that’s all that’s important.” Your wife answers with a smile.

At work the next morning, as you fill your cup of coffee, you see Joan waiting to pour her cup. “Good morning. Did you read that story I shared with you?” She asks in a quiet tone.
You smile. “My wife and I both enjoyed it. I have one question.”
She gives you a knowing look. “Whatever I answer would be a disappointment. Just know that I write what I know, and I write what could be. I’m a simple woman with a vivid imagination and a passionate husband. The rest I leave up to the reader.”
You nod. “Ok. So where can I get more of Jackie Sential’s stories?”

We both smile and sip our coffees.

Giving Him a Massage

 

He’s been gone all week on a business trip.

To keep yourself occupied, after work and dinner, you’d read a little smutty story from the collection he bought you as a gift, and then you’d text him from bed.

Some nights he was tired and though he wanted to sext or send you a video of him playing with himself, you could tell that the business meetings he had been attending were exhausting him.

On Wednesday night you text “Just sleep. If you really are getting tired from the meetings, don’t even rub yourself off at night. Save it all for me when you get home.”

“Really? You don’t want me to send you a video of me stroking myself? Or to try to come up with a good sexting fantasy?”

You smile as you read the message, then type. “I feel you’re really tired after your meetings each day. I’d rather you save your strength, come home to me, and I’ll give you a treat.”

There is a pause on screen and then he types “What kind treat? Something we rarely do?”

You smile at that. You know what he’s asking. Anal. He’s asking if you’ll let him fuck your ass. “You finish your trip and come back home to me and I’ll do something for you that you won’t expect, but will enjoy.” You continue smiling because you know that is just vague enough that it will drive him crazy.

“Ok. I’ll still text you every night.” He replies.

“I’d expect nothing else.” You type back.

As you lie in bed, you imagine him in a hotel room. His cock is soft but ready for your use. Slowly you rub your pussy, imagining what you want to do with his prick as it hardens just for you. You lick your lips. His shaft is perfect for sucking and it fills you just right. You slide your fingers inside of you and imagine him thrusting into you. You really miss him tonight, so you rub your clit as you fill your hungry cunt with your fingers.

Your body tightens and pulses with pleasure. You then wipe yourself, using the towel near your bed. “I’ll do something special for him.” You say as you lay down and drift off to sleep.

As time gets closer to his return you think of what things he does for you that you really enjoy but don’t often do back. Oral doesn’t really figure into the picture. He happily eats you as often as you suck him. You could prep yourself for anal, but he’s expecting that. Even though you could still end with that, you want something different.

You look at the bedside drawer. Toys, a plug, condoms, and lotions.

Lotions.

You look at some of the flavored ones. You remember when he got them for you. He, more than once has given you a full body massage. Using different scented lotions and gels. Just the thought of his fingers on your body has you damp. “That’s it.” You say aloud. “Give him an erotic massage after he gets home.”

You pull out the different lotions and take time selecting the ones you want to use. As you close the drawer, your shiny butt plug glints at you. “Maybe,” you whisper to yourself as you close the drawer with it still inside.

 

You check your phone, to see when his flight lands. You could pick him up from the airport, but he reminded you that the company pays for a taxi to drive him home and he’s going to use as much of the company’s money as he can.

He should be home in an hour or two, so you prepare the bed, laying out towels. He showed you that it is so much easier to do a load of towels in the laundry with body oils rather than sheets which might get stained. It’s another thing about him you love, he takes care of things.

 

You watch from the window as an airport taxi pulls up. He gets out. His hair is all messed up, as he pays the cabbie and pulls the roller bag from the back. You see his shoulders droop as he lets out a sigh and walks up the drive. You quickly check yourself in the mirror one more time. You’re wearing a loose T-shirt overtop an exercise bra and yoga leggings. More than once he’s told you he loves your curves partially hidden by both loose and tight clothing. “Nothing too complicated.” You say to yourself with a grin, before  you go to the front door.

He is there. He gives you a smile, but his eyes have that tired weary look to them. Letting go of his bag, he hugs you tightly. The polo shirt he’s wearing is soft and rumpled from travel.

“I’ve missed you so much” he whispers into your ear as he kisses you.

Your arms squeeze him tightly too. “I know.” You whisper back.

Taking his bag in one hand, you lead him to the bedroom with the other.

He sees the towels on the bed. “What’s all this?”

You kiss him again. “My surprise for you.” Letting go of the roller bag, you take pull his shirt up over his head, before kissing his chest. The small curly hairs are soft against your lips. Then you reach down and undo his belt and pants.

“Get naked and lie down on the bed. I want you to tell me all about your trip as I help you relax.”

He quickly slides off his shoes and lets his pants hit the floor. He strips off his drawers and socks, sitting on the edge of the bed. “How do you want me to lay?”

You notice that he’s getting excited, not fully hard yet, but not a ‘sleeping turtle’ either. “Lay on your back. I’m going to start with your feet as you tell me about your trip.” You reply.

He gives you an exaggerated pout, “But my feet aren’t where I really want your attention.”

You give him a wicked smile and wink. “I know.” You then grab a bottle of lotion, “But you’ve been traveling and on them a lot. If I remember what you have done for me, tired feet being massaged is a good starting place.”

He nods, sighs, and lies back.

Squirting a little lotion along the bottom of his right foot, he shakes it “That’s cold”.

You grip his foot firmly and grin “Is it? I’m sorry, I’ll have to rub it and make it better.”

The bottoms of his feet are rough. Starting with one and then the other you press your fingers firmly along the balls of his foot, the arch, and the heel.

He tells you about the flight out there, the delays with the rental car, and the traffic to get to the hotel.

“Any sexy collogues at this conference?” You playfully ask.

With a non-committal tone he replies “No, not really.”

“You mean that Carol, wasn’t wearing short skirts and tight tops to this? Or Kristen wasn’t going braless to the meetings?”

You look up his body, noticing his cock twitching. You aren’t sure if it is from you slowly moving up his leg or you mentioning the two women from his office that you’ve seen.

He looks down “I really hadn’t noticed them this trip.”

“Oh, so there were others who caught your eye? Is that why you wanted so badly to sext every night?” You move up his thigh. As you add drops of lotion and rub his firm muscles, his cock hardens and lays on his firm stomach.

“Is that because of me or because of what you’re thinking of?” You playfully ask.

“You, of course, my love. Your hands feel so good.” He replies as he looks down.

You smile up at him. His hard penis is waiting for you. He’s had you like that before too. You blow a cooling breath along the shaft. Then drip some of the berry flavored gel on it.

“That is cold.” He says in a serious tone.

You wink and say, “Here’s some warmth for you.”  The berry flavor mixes well with his natural taste. You lick around the tip and then take him deep into your mouth.

He moans in pleasure. “So warm. So wet. So good.”

The firm shaft is what you missed all week. Slowly you suck and lick until all of the gel is gone. His hard cock glistens in the bedroom lights.

As you lick and suck him, your pussy feels so wet.

“I love your mouth.” He says with a gasp.

You stop massaging him, and strip off your top and leggings.

Straddling him you lean forward so your hard nipples rub against his chest. Your hair loosely falls across his face as you teasing rub your pussy lips along his shaft.

“I love your mouth too, but right now I so badly want your hard little prick.” You say in an almost commanding tone, as you reach and feed it into you.

He is still slick with saliva and gel, which slides so easily with your natural juices. Teasingly you go down and up, only a little at a time. You savor his thickness as you take him deeper with each motion.

He grips your hips. “That’s it. Ride me. I’ve missed that so much.”

Looking down at him you smile an almost greedy grin as you press all the way down on him so he fills you.

Then you rock back and forth. Your clit rubbing against his pubic mound.

He releases your hips and grasps your breasts. You feel his fingers firmly grip your nipples as you ride him harder.

He’s breathing harder. “That’s it. Ride me.” He gasps. You take his hands from your breasts and hold then down on the bed.

“You’re mine.” You say in a controlling tone as you rock back and forth harder. His hard cock feels so good inside of you. You’re almost ready to cum. He’s ready too. You feel him. His breathing is harder too.

You grip his wrists tightly, and your knees press against him as pleasure moves through you.

Then you lessen your grip and dismount. His softening, wet schlong still drips semen on his belly.

“You enjoyed that too.” You say with a wicked grin as you grab a towel, wipe yourself then throw it to him.

“That felt great.” He says with an exhausted grin.

“I’m glad. Now, I’ll clean up and you can do all of that laundry you brought home.” You comment as you quickly dress.

“Maybe after laundry, I should try to give you something special too?” He kisses you, as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants.

You wink and smile. “Depending on my mood later, maybe we’ll both try something special?” you say as you nod towards the nightstand with sex toys.

“Hopefully I can keep you in a good mood.” He says and kisses you deeply before taking his travel clothes to the laundry room.

Another Game Day

 

As you are at the grocery story picking up snacks and drinks for tomorrow game, you get a text. It’s from Zac’s wife Sonja. It is one word. “SLUT”. You aren’t sure what that’s about, but you’ll call her after you check out. A couple more aisles down, in the frozen food section you get another text. This one is from Mike’s girlfriend, Becki, and once again it is one word, “Whore”.  You aren’t sure what is going on, but you plan on calling them both as soon as you are done.

As you check out, you get a third text. This time from John’s girlfriend, Karen. This one is a little longer. “You are such a bitch. I thought you were my friend.”

You put the groceries in your car and quickly do a group text. “Can we meet for drinks or coffee? I’ll put away groceries first and then can we all talk?”

You watch the dots on your phone as each one responds. The responses are a mixture of “Maybe” to “What, you slept with their men too?”

You bite your lower lip as you try to think of the best way to do this. Finally you type “Come over to my place. I will explain everything.” You then add “PLEASE”.

As you drive home, you see three quick responses of “OK”, “Yes” and “K”.

 

Once the groceries are put away, you make a pot of coffee. It’s middle of the day on a Saturday but having the women sit in your kitchen and offer coffee as you talk sounds like a safe idea. The bottle of Irish Cream stands on the cupboard next to the bottle of Irish Whiskey. “Maybe some Irish Coffee will be needed?” you mutter to yourself as you put out a plate of autumn shaped sugar cookies and pumpkin spice cookies.

 

Two cars pull up. Becki and Karen each get out. At that point Sonja walks up from the next street over. All three are wearing comfortable Saturday clothes. Sonja doesn’t even slow down when she walks inside. “What kind of slut are you? You fucked all of our men?” Both Becki and Karen stand there with their arms crossed, looking angrily at you.

You sigh and motion for the women to sit down at the kitchen table. “Do you want some coffee while I tell you what happened?”

Sonja sits and angrily taps her long fingernails on the table. “You think you can buy us off with coffee and cookies?”

You place empty cups at the table. “No. But this might take longer than I expect and I thought coffee and cookies might help.” You then nod to the Irish cream and Irish Whiskey on the counter. “You can season your coffee if you need.”

 

Becki fills a cup and Karen takes a bite of pumpkin spice cookie as they both sit down too. 

You look at each woman’s eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You say honestly.

“What?” Sonja says “You just fell on Zac’s cock, while you sucked Mike and jerked off John?”

You feel your face get warm. “It’s more complicated than that, but that was one of the positions we did.”

“Bitch” Karen says with wetness forming in her eyes. “You are such a cunt.” Becki says.

You sigh, sip your coffee and then ask. “Are you done calling me names? Can I explain?”

Sonja keeps tapping her long nails on the table. “Go on. I’m listening.”

You take the next few minutes explaining about your ‘Game Day Gang Bang’ fantasy. That you were feeling horny. The guys were receptive. Everyone wore condoms, including your husband. And a good time was had by all.

“You got Zac to wear a rubber?” Sonja asks as she sips her coffee that she finally poured.

You nod. “Those were the rules. Everyone had to ‘dress for the party’ or they had to go home.”

Karen quietly asks “But why my John?”

Becki takes the bottle of Irish Cream and adds some to both her and Karen’s cups.

You sigh and slowly shake your head, “He didn’t have to stay. I didn’t force any of them.”

Becki snorts, “You dressed like a whore, asking to be fucked and we’re supposed to just accept what our men did?”

You pause for a moment and ask “Have any of you fantasized about being with each other’s man?”

Karen blushes as she nibbles on a cookie.

Sonja looks over at her, “Should I ask which one? Or figure that you just want Zac’s cock.”

“It is a nice cock.” You smile and say.

Sonja scowls at you. “That may be, but that’s my man’s cock.”

You take another sip of coffee and then ask the three of them, “What if we did it again and this time you are here to swap and switch?”

Becki looks at you and the other two women, “So you want to set up something like that again? Except this time we’re here too?”

Karen looks shocked at the idea, but you calmly nod. “If we are all here, and we all use condoms again, then each of you can have a fun time, safely.”

Sonja narrows her eyes. “You just want to fuck Zac again.”

You shake your head, “Not really. Mike is just as big as Zac, and I prefer my Henry. He’s really good with his mouth and I love his cock.” You then wink and smile.

Karen looks at both Becki and Sonja and blushes again.

Sonja leans back in her chair. “You’re not going to do any of that freaky lezzy shit, are you?”

You lean in and smile. “As tasty your pussy probably is, or as lovely those pink nipples of Karen’s probably are, I prefer men. Thick, short dicks, or long skinny cocks…”

“Or a veiny monster like Mike’s?” Becki finishes. You smile and nod.

Nervously Karen asks “So how would we do this?”

 

Over the next hour, you and the ladies plan for tomorrow’s Game Day. You’ll supply the food, and each of the other women will help with entertainment.

Becki comments that if they go to the local Halloween store, they can all get ‘slutty cheerleader outfits. Karen blushes at that. You lean closer to her and say “I think you’d make a great ‘slutty cheerleader’.”

Sonja nods “You’ve got good curves in all the right places.”

So you all hop into Becki’s car and pick up matching cheerleader outfits, and also a quick trip to the pharmacy for more condoms and lube. Everyone agrees to leave everything at your place. Tomorrow you’ll all change into them during half-time.

 

The next day as the guys are on the couch watching the game, each of you women rotate who brings out snacks and drinks. At a certain point, your husband, Henry asks “Is there something going on with you ladies today?”

You lean in and whisper “It’s a surprise for all of you. And you have to wait for Half-time.”

He reaches up and grabs your ass through your yoga pants. You playfully swat his hand away. “You just have to wait.” Then you kiss him and wink.

Sonja makes sure the men are focused on the game while the rest of you change. It is agreed no bra or panties. Only the cheerleader top and skirt.

Karen nervously nods “I’ve never tried anything like this before.”

You take her hands gently in yours. “If you don’t want to do this. Tell me now. We can stop. We can cancel it. We can do it on a day when you are more comfortable.”

She looks at Becki, whose nipples are visibly poking through the tight top, and then she looks at the boxes of condoms on the counter. She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. “I want to do this. Yes. I’m okay.”

Sonja then changes while you and the others make up plates of snacks before Half-time.

Once Sonja returns, you smile at each of the women. The tight cheerleader tops barely hide their excitement and the short skirts barely cover their round asses.

 

You look to the living room, and see the men cheering and giving each other high-fives. Apparently the game is going good.  You nod to the ladies and then each one carries out a plate of snacks.

“What’s with the outfits?” John asks.

“Damn” Zac says looking at all four of you.

Mike smiles and shifts the crotch of his pants. “You all look great like that.”

Becki leans over Mike, her full breasts moving in her top. “You think so. Would you like a snack?”

Apparently John realizes that Becki isn’t wearing anything under her skirt because he chokes on his drink. Karen goes over and pats him on the back. “Are you okay Baby? Don’t you like what you see?”

He then realizes that Karen isn’t wearing anything underneath either and smiles broadly.

Henry asks, “Are we playing by the same rules as last time? Condoms, switching when people are ready, and whatever positions are agreed to?”

You smile and then look at the other ladies. “Do you all agree to those rules?”

Each nods, and Sonja looks in Zac’s eyes “Yeah, we agree. Don’t we?”

“Hell yeah!” He says and kisses his wife with a passion no one really expected.

Henry turns off the TV as the men help arrange the room. You go and get the box of condoms, then hand a wrapped rubber to each woman.  You notice that the men already put the pillows on the floor like last time. Becki looks to be the most comfortable putting a rubber sheath on Mike, while Karen looks nervous. Sonja asks in a low voice, “you’re really going to keep this on?”

“Hell yes. If I can fuck you, and each of them, I’ll wear a full scuba suit.”

You are then on your knees along with the other women. The latex flavor is a little unpleasant, just like last time, but you really want the other women to have as much fun as you did last time. You suck Henry until he is good and hard.

Then you get on the couch facing away and lift the skirt up over your ass.

You hear Zac playfully smack Sonja’s ass. “Get up there next to her. I want to fuck that sexy cheerleader ass of yours.”

She gets on the couch, right next to you. As Henry thrusts, your breasts rub against the material of your top and the back of the couch. Sonji raises her top and her dark nipple rub directly on the back of the couch as Zac thrusts into her hard and deep.

Soon Becki and Karen both get on the couch too. All four of you are bent over as your lovers fuck you from behind. Henry leans forward and whispers “Are you ready for us to switch?”  You look at the women who are all in various states of pleasure. “Women, shall we switch?”

“Fuck Yeah.” Becki moans. Sonja and Karen both nod too. “Switch” you say. You feel Henry pull out, and then a thicker cock rubs against your wet open snatch. “Hello Mike”. You say with a smile. “Hi Sexy” he says as he rubs his condom clad cock along your wet open pussy lips before he thrusts deeply into you. You reach down and rub your clit. You want your first orgasm of the day with Mike’s thick veiny shaft inside of you.

Moans escape your mouth as you enjoy his thickness. Karen moans loudly too. “Yes, Zac fuck me. Fill my slutty cunt.”

Sonja moans in pleasure too as Henry rubs her clit and slowly but deeply goes in and out. In a breathless tone Sonja says “That’s it Zac. Fuck Karen like her fantasies.”

Soon even Becki is moaning in pleasure.

Over the next hour, all four of you women switch partners, change positions, and try multiple cocks at once. Soon everyone is sweaty, and tired. Used condoms fill the waste can at the edge of the couch.

Karen nervously holds up her cheerleader costume to cover her breasts and pussy. “Can we quickly grab a shower before we go home?”

You smile and nod. “That’s a great idea. We have showers both upstairs and down here. I’ll get some towels.”

Henry helps you, kissing you as you walk naked through the house. “This was fun. Maybe next time we do this at someone else’s house.”

You kiss him deeply. “That sounds like a great idea.”

Maid Service

 

You got the call and are driving over to the address to provide Maid Service. It is a house in the suburbs. Your maid’s outfit is tight across your breasts, accenting your cleavage. Your loose skirt is up around your waist, and you are enjoying your bare ass on the car seat cover, warmed by the morning sun.

You pull up at the address, it is a simple, single-family home. There is a car in the driveway, and you pull in behind it. As you get out of the car, you know that anyone looking out will see maid in a traditional black and white outfit, but anyone looking closer, will see your bare ass and legs and that your outfit is made of latex and PVC. You open the back seat and pull out your bucket, and caddy, both of which carry all of your supplies.

You walk up to the door, set down the bucket and knock. When I open the door, I am wearing polo shirt and slacks. “You are the one from the cleaning company? Come on in.”

You see a home that is obviously well lived in. ‘What is it that you need, sir?’ you ask, slipping off your shoes as you enter the house. Your feet feel the texture of the carpet.

I let out an exasperated sigh, “I have an online business meeting today, and I need this place cleaned up. My parents will return from their cruise tomorrow. This is their house and I have been living here for the past month. Let me show you the closet with the vacuum, brooms, and mop. While you are working, I will be in the office. Please clean it last.”

‘Of Course Sir’ and you see me looking at your cleavage. I glance at my watch and leave. You notice that the house is mostly clean, but the kitchen needs mopped, the living room needs dusted and vacuumed, and there are some items that seem to need straightened.

You start with the dusting. You bend and reach, feeling the texture of outfit on your skin. Your nipples get hard.

I leave the office to refill my water, I notice you leaning and bending. Your bare ass barely covered by your uniform. You hear me clear my throat, “You are doing a nice job, but can I ask you a question?” You stop and turn, your hard nipples are obvious in your tight top. ‘Yes, Sir?’ “Why are you naked under that?” ‘It is easier to clean myself after, sir. The same reason I am barefoot, so I don’t track dirt into your lovely home.’

I lick my lips as I think about what you look like naked. I swallow hard. “I'll let you continue. I just need some water.” I go the kitchen and refill my water bottle.

You finish dusting and vacuuming. You move to the kitchen, wipe down the counters, and mop the floor. You feel the difference between the carpet and the floor on your feet. You always enjoy how things feel on your skin.

All you have left it the Office. You see the door closed, so you knock. I yell for you to come in. You see me sitting at a desk with a laptop. I am wearing a headphone, there is a camera, but I have it turned off. The mic is muted and I tell you “The meeting is still on, so you can dust, but please don’t vacuum until it is over.” You agree. You notice that the office is a library, with lots of shelves and items on them.

You get your dusting cloths and your duster, then start on the shelves behind me. You hear me talking about acquisitions and budgets. Dusting from the top shelves down to the lower shelves. You then move to the next set.

As you stretch up, you feel my eyes on you. If makes you feel a bit sexy. So you dust in a slow, and exaggerated manner. You hear me still talking but as you move your hips back and forth, you hear me swallow loudly.

As you dust the lower shelves you keep your legs straight, showing me your ass and bare pussy. “Oh God that is lovely. I mean, yes sir we can do that, with no problem.”

Knowing that you are turning me on, makes your pussy wet. You take a large vase off the lower shelf, turn, face towards me, squat down and spread your legs. The loose skirt barely hides your pussy from me as you slowly wipe the dust of the vase in a slow stroking motion. You move your hips up and down a bit as you do it.

I reach down and adjust the crotch of my pants. I am obviously hard. I mute the mic. “Can you do a Special Cleaning, after the meeting ends?” You smile seductively and nod.

You put raise the skirt up, and flash me your smooth waxed pussy. I lick my lips as I try to focus on the meeting. You keep dusting and moving around the room. You are so turned on by the thought of me having to watch you as you finish dusting. You purposely raise your skirt over your ass so I have to watch your sexy bottom move back and forth as you dust. I unzip my fly and pull out my cock, and slowly stroke it under the desk.

I unmute the mic. “Yes sir, I think that if we focus on giving our clients what they need, they will be satisfied.” You turn and look at me. You smile devilishly, and pull your breasts free from your top. “Yes, I agree with the Chief of staff, that we need to focus on the clients’ requirements, and ensure they properly file all change orders.”

You lick your fingers and slowly rub your nipples.

“Yes, Sir, Change orders are time consuming, but it gives a trail that can be audited and followed. We want our clients to understand that when things are ‘hard’ for them we will pay special attention to their needs. We will do what we have to satisfy their last-minute requirements.” I am looking directly in your eyes as I say this. I slide to the edge of my seat and undo my pants. I slide them down and slowly stroke my cock.

I wink and nod at you. You crawl over on your hands and knees and get under the desk. My hard cock is ready for you to “clean and dust”. You slowly lick the tip. You feel the spongy texture on your tongue as you lick around it. Then slowly take it in your mouth.

“Yes sir. I think that Logistics is right, with proper marketing we could penetrate into areas that we previously hadn’t been. I am not saying that we forget what we are good at, but we can expand into areas we might not have considered.”

You lube my cock with your saliva and then you place my cock between your full round breasts. You have to be careful so you don’t bang your head on the underside of the desk. You slowly move your chest up and down, feeling the texture of my cock between your full firm tits. You pull your nipples as do this. This feels good but different.

I groan in pleasure as you do this. “I am sorry sir, I had to clear my throat.” you hear me say. And then mute my mic. “That feels so good. As soon as this is over I want to lick your pussy. Do you do anal? I so badly want to fuck your sexy ass.” You smile up at me. Wink and go to your caddy. In a special case you have your butt plug. You take your time and show me as you rub lube all over it.

I unmute the mic, “Yes, Sir. If we call Marketing, they might have a strategy already in place to probe and enter new markets. They might even have the contacts to lubricate the channels for easier entry.” At that you bend over and slide your plug in and out. Teasing your tight asshole. Showing me as the tip goes in… and then out. As you do this, you see me stroking my hard shaft again.

“Yes, I agree with Marketing. They already have to tools and the contacts. This will go in easier than you think.” And at that you pop your plug in place.

You crawl back over to suck me some more, and as you do it feels so good having your ass filled and you slowly crawl under the desk. You take my cock back in your mouth and suck it firmly. 

“Oh God.” you hear me say. “No sir. I was just thinking that maybe we need to table some of these discussions for next week, or do them as private one on ones later on.” You suck deeper and you taste my pre-cum. “Yes sir, I think we should stop for the day. We can resume later. Thank you everyone for you input during the meeting.”

I remove my headset and close my laptop.

I roll my chair back and pull you out from under the desk. I have you sit on the desk. Your bare ass feels where the laptop warmed the surface. Your buttplug adds pressure as I spread your legs, putting them on my shoulders. You feel my mouth on your smooth pussy. I grab your curvy hips and I hungrily lick up and down.

You feel my nose rub your mound as my tongue licks up and down. Your cunt is so wet. You grab my hair with one hand and pull a hard nipple with the other. You feel my tongue licking between your pussy lips, then thrust into you. My tongue feels firm and slick in your hungry slit.

I move one hand and you feel my finger push back your hood and rub your sensitive clit. That feels so good. You shift your hips. Your feel the plug in your ass, my tongue in your pussy, and me rubbing your clit. You pull my hair and your nipple in pleasure.

“Cum on my mouth” you hear me say. I rub your clit harder. It feels so good. You hump my face in pleasure. Your pussy pulses as you are closer to cuming. 

You pull my face tightly against you as you feel pleasure wash over you. “Oh you are such a good girl.” I say as your pussy lips pulse around my tongue.

I move back, pull you to your feet, and bend you over the desk. “I’m going to cum in your ass.” You shiver in pleasure as I press you down on the desk.

You feel me grab your butt plug. I slowly pull, then push. I pull a bit more, then push back in. It feels good as I work your plug in your ass. You moan in pleasure. “Yes. You want a hard cock in your big ass.” ‘Yes Sir, I do.’ You say with a moan.

I pull it all the way out, and place it on the desk. I open a drawer and pull out a small bottle of lube. I coat my cock in it. You feel me drip more lube on your open asshole. It feels cool as it drips on you. I rub it around and in. First one finger goes in and out. It feels good. You pull your nipples again.

You feel me work a second finger in and out, as I work the lube in and out. ‘Yes Sir, fill my ass, stretch me open.’ You say as you feel a third lubed finger going in and out. You reach down and rub your clit. I pull your hair. You feel my breath by your ear. “Yes, rub your clit so you cum. I’m going to cum in your slutty ass.”

You feel the tip of my thick cock slide into your lubed asshole. I work it in slowly. First the tip… then you feel the thick part of my shaft stretch your hole. And I work my cock in and out. Deeper with every thrust.

I thrust deeper and harder. I’m moving faster. Breathing harder. You rub your clit harder and I pull your hair again. “Yes, cum for me. I’m going to fill your slutty ass with my cum.” You feel me thrust and hold it. You rub hard as you feel my cock throb inside your ass as my cum shoots inside of you. You rub your clit and cum. Your asshole tightens and pulses around my cock as you cum too.

I whisper in your ear “You are such a good girl. You do such a good job, I will tip you extra.” I kiss your cheek as you feel my softening cock slide from your ass. You feel warm cum drip from your ass onto your open pussy.

I pull up my pants, pull out my wallet, and place a stack of bills on the desk. “I need to refill my water. Finish up in here, and you may go.” I leave the room, you tuck your breasts back into your PVC top and wipe my cum from you. You clean up the desk and wipe up wet drops from the floor. You pack up, grab the stack of cash, it’s a number of twenties. The last then you do is vacuum, and you leave. You call the office and tell them that the client is fully satisfied, and go to your next assignment.