THE CAPE

Brent Long stood in front of the dank little shop on Dillard  Street. "This must be the place," he mumbled under his breath as he pushed the door open, thinking it would be nice to be out of the October wind and rain..

He was saddened to find the inside of the shop was just as cold, damp and dark as the city street outside. Adding to the feeling, the shop was accentuated by strange shapes of unrecognizable objects cluttering the shop that cast even stranger shadows from the light that came in through the shop window   from the street lamp on the corner. If anything, the shop was creepy and felt like death. Maybe this was the perfect place to find the right Halloween costume.

"Hello. Is anyone here?" Brent called out. There was no answer.  He called out again.
 From the back of the shop a small man emerged, all  dressed in black with an old fashioned "Dickey" collar on a white, starched  shirt and narrow black cravat. Everything about the man looked as though it had  seen better days.
"Hello. Are you Mr. Travan?" Brent asked.
"The  very one. How may I help you?" came the reply in a deep voice very much unsuited  to the stature of the man.
"I am, Brent Long. I believe my friend, Roger  Stone, called you about..."
"Oh, yes," Travan cut in, wringing his hands.  "I spoke with him this morning. I believe I have just the thing for
you." He led  Brent toward the rear of the shop. "You are quite sure you want the vampire  costume?" he said over his
shoulder.
"Why, yes. Why wouldn't I?" Brent  said, somewhat confused.
Travan stopped at a doorway that led into what  appeared to be storeroom. "Good. Good. Then wait here. I will be just a moment,"  he said with a wry grin and a short bow, hands still wringing.

Brent  leaned against a glass case and thought to himself, "What the hell? It's just a  costume for the Halloween party at Roger's home. So what's the deal? It was odd  that he absolutely insisted I come her to rent it."
Momentarily, Travan  returned carrying a large, flat box that appeared to be not unlike a gift box  from Macy's, large enough to hold a gown or winter coat.
"Yes. Here it  is. Just the thing, as I told, Roger."
Brent looked at the box.  "Shouldn't I try it on to see if it fits or something?"
"Oh, definitely not. Totally unnecessary. It will fit you perfectly," Travan assured him as he continued wringing his hands as if to wash himself of some chronic filth.
Brent took the box from Travan's hands. "Well, I think I should, you know." Brent began to open the box.
"No. Not in my shop. It is..."  Travan paused a moment. "Let's say it's against the rules and completely unnecessary," he said with a slight bow as he backed away a step or two. His  hands seemed to wash even faster and  more diligently.
"Well then, I'll  try it on when I get home then. If it doesn't fit, I'll bring it  back."
"That's...um...not really advisable, Mr. Long. Believe me. The  costume will form itself to you. You see, it is specially made. My costumes are  made by an old woman in my employ. She has been sewing these for what seems like centuries. Trust, Mr. Long. It will fit perfectly as if made especially for  you."
Brent shrugged. "Whatever you say, Mr. Travan. And how much is  this?" he said, holding out his American Express Card.
"Oh, no. This has  already been taken care of," Travan said, again with a small bow and what could  only be described as an evil, lecherous smile.

Outside on the street,  Brent felt very odd at the experience in Travan's shop. "How could such a dank  and lifeless place exist in the city," he wondered. "And that little cockroach  of a man, he gave me the creeps. Continuously wringing his hands and groveling.  What an evil looking and acting person he was. I'll have to give Roger a piece  of my mind at the party tomorrow night."
Roger did not arrive home until  well after ten. He thought of trying the costume but thought better of it.  "Maybe, in the morning," he told himself, making his way to the bedroom with a  yawn. "How odd, he thought. So early and I'm feeling dead tired. But then, after  that shop and Travan person..."
The following morning the alarm did not  sound at 6:30 as usual. It began its frantic buzzing at 7:40. Brent opened one  bleary eye and stared at the clock face for a moment. Then the time sunk in.  "Holy shit! I'm going to be late."

Brent literally jumped out of bed and  ran to the bathroom. In record time he had shaved, dressed and, hair still  dripping, was out the front door headed for his car. The time was 7:58.
A light, October rain was falling which only helped to snarl traffic on  I-5. Brent arrived at his office at 8:32. Fortunately, the "old man" was not in the office, but at an early morning conference. Brent sat at his desk and guiltily tried to look as if he had been there working for an hour or  more.
At 10:14 his desk phone rang. It was Roger.
"Hey. Did you  get to Travan's shop? Creepy old fuck, isn't he?"
"Yes. I found the shop  and I have the costume. Thanks for sending me to that rat hole. How did you ever  find that place, anyway?"
"Travan is a very old friend, Brent," Roger  said. His smile was almost audible through the phone line. "Oh, and I have a  date for you. Someone, I just know you will love."
"Nope. Don't need a  date. You know I haven't dated since Margaret and I split up."
"Oh, buddy  boy. You will need a date tonight. Trust me. This is going to be the first night  of the rest of your...um...life."
"Oh, sweet Jesus," Brent exclaimed,  slamming the handset back in its cradle. Then it occurred to him. "Trust me.  Trust me. Trust me." The exact same words that old, disgusting cockroach used  last night. "Trust me." Brent shook his head. "It means nothing, he thought and  went back to work.
By 4:30 it was already getting dark outside. Brent had  finished cleaning up the last of his work and was putting on his coat when the  desk phone rang. "Oh, shit," he thought as he picked up the  receiver.
"Brent Long."
"Are you Roger's friend?" asked a female  voice on the other end of the line.
"Yes. Who's this?"
"Hi. My  name is Victoria. Roger told me to call you. I'm your escort for the Halloween  party."

For a moment Brent said nothing. The voice did sound rather interesting. It was soft, yet it had a deep huskiness about it that seemed overtly sexual. For some reason Brent could not understand, Victoria's voice seemed to raise a feeling of warmth inside him - maybe a wanting. He could not be sure.
"Well, that's nice, Victoria. I'm happy to hear from  you."
"Nice to talk to you for a bit before the party too, Brent. Don't  worry about picking me up. I'll see you at the party."
"Oh. I see. Good.  Then I'll see you at the Roger's." Brent hung up the phone and picked up his  briefcase. Oddly, that feeling of warmth still lingered inside him. He shook his  head and walked out of the office.

On the way home he stopped at Quizznos  for a subway sandwich. And later at home in the shower, he could not help but  notice a tingling in his crotch when he remembered Victoria's voice on the  phone.
Looking down at his somewhat inflated penis, he laughed, "Well,  old friend. Tonight you just might get lucky."
Still dripping, Brent went  into the bedroom. There on the bed was the box that awful little man, Travan,  had given him. He opened it. Inside was a note.
"Do not wear the cape.  Bring it with you to the party and put it on there."
Brent shook his head  again. "Why not wear it? Wrinkles, maybe?" he thought to himself.
Under  the note was a very fine, silk, formal tuxedo jacket and pants. He pulled on the  pants. How odd. They fit perfectly, just like Travan told him they would. Next  he put on the stiffly starched shirt and bow tie. Again they were perfect, as if  made especially for him. The jacket, as well, seemed tailor-made for him. He  went to the mirror in the bathroom and looked at himself.
"Wow," he  thought. "I look the perfect vampire." Even his jet black hair seemed to have  dried and smoothed itself down flat against his scalp. He thought he appeared  the perfectly trimmed Bela Lagosi.
Brent checked his watch. His time was  short. He threw the cape over his arm and went to the garage. He placed the cape  on the passenger seat and started the car, backed out of the driveway and headed  across town to Southeast Portland and Roger's party. All the while Victoria's  voice seemed to echo inside his head.

Roger lived in the Lauralhurst  neighborhood on the other side of town. The houses there were very old, built  sometime in the '20s - some even earlier.But the homes were kept immaculate.  The lawns and gardens were beautifully kept. Brent pulled into the circular  driveway and parked. There were several other cars there already. He strode up  to the massive front door and raised his hand to knock.
The door opened  and Roger stood there as if waiting for him. "Come in, my friend." Then turning  away in a loud voice, Roger said, "He's here. Our guest of honor." There came  the sound of voices and laugher from deep inside.
Roger took Brent's arm  and ushered him inside. "So, you spoke to Victoria  this afternoon?"
"Yes.  She called my office. She seemed quite nice. And what's this guest of honor crap?"
Roger turned his head to face Brent. "Nice? Yes. Well, you will  see for yourself. And good. You brought the cape." Roger ignored Brent's last question entirely.
"Well. Yes. It's part of the costume. But why not wear  it. Shall I put it on?"
Roger's face was suddenly hard. "No, Brent. Not  yet." Brent could feel Roger's fingers tighten around his forearm. Then easing  his grip, Roger said,"Welcome to our little club. The wearing of the cape is  a...shall I say, ceremony. You will see in a few minutes."
Brent and  Roger walked down a long hallway then entered a large room. The other guests  were there waiting. As Brent entered the room, the others began to applaud.
"Friends, may I introduce, Mr. Brent Long."
The guests  raised their glasses in welcome. Voices congratulated Brent and everyone seemed  rather merry. Someone placed a crystal flute of champagne in Brent's  hand.
While Brent watched, Roger raised his hand. The room became very  quiet. With  a wave, a fire burst forth in the great stone fireplace alone one  wall and the lights dimmed.
"Now friends, the time has come."

As  Brent looked around the room, All the men seemed to be wearing the same costume  - black tuxedo, stiff white shirt. The whole nine yards. The one thing that was  different was they wore their capes. "A great gathering of wannabe Dracula's,"  he thought. "How very funny." All the women were dressed in complimentary  costumes of black flowing, wispy gowns, open at the neck line which plunged  nearly to their navels. Each of the men and each of the women seemed to be in  their prime and all were handsome and lovely.
One woman, her straight  black hair down below her shoulders, stepped forward. "Victoria. We spoke on the  phone," she said, holding out her hand.
Brent took the offered hand.  "Charmed," he said. Brent just stared at her.  Her face was absolutely lovely.  When he said 'charmed,' he truly meant it more than he was ready to admit. In  fact, he was more than charmed. If he had not known better he would have thought  "smitten" would have been a better  description. Victoria moved to his side  holding his hand lightly.
The gathered guests began to chant, "Cape. Cape  Cape."
Roger held up his hand. "Yes. It is time." Turning to Brent he  smiled.
Victoria reached over and took Brent's cape by the collar and let  the folded garment fall open to the floor. Then moving behind him, she placed it  over his shoulders and fastened the tie at his throat.
The guests began  to applaud and talk among themselves, their voices, low and whispered,
Brent looked around confused. "Okay. I'm wearing the cape. So  what?" he thought. He turned his head toward Victoria. She face was upturned toward  his.
Something happened. Without knowing, he bent down and kissed  her on the lips. "God. What am I doing?" he wondered. To his surprise,  Victoria's arms moved around his neck. She pressed her body to him. The two  melted together  for what seemed like an eternity.
When they finally  parted, the other guests were laughing and applauding. Brent thought he should  feel embarrassed, but to his surprise, he only felt a strange hunger for Victoria. Sweet Victoria. Something about her was pulling him in, making him  want her. It was more than just want her. It was a raging hunger that dominated  his very being.
Victoria took his arm and gently guided him back to the  hallway. By then Brent was unaware of his surroundings. All he could see, think  about was Victoria. He could still taste her on his lips. He could still feel  her body pressed against his.
The couple came to a great curving  stairway. Victoria lead him up, slowly, step by step, always holding his arm.  Brent was acutely aware of everything  around him as if seen from a dream world.  Life had taken on the quality of a movie watch in a darkened theater.  Intellectually he knew he was the actor in the leading role, but seemed to see  everything from a point of view outside of himself. He watched the couple climb  the stairs. He watched as they stopped at a landing and kissed frantically. He  felt her as the actor's hands first caressed her breasts then crushed him with  wanting.
In Brent's perception, the scene seemed to change. The couple  were in a room dominated by a large, old canopy bed. Brent held Victoria in his  arms. His lips pressed to hers while their tongues played a game of exploration.  His hands grasped for her breasts. He could feel her hard nipples pressed  against his palms and her thigh pressed between his legs rubbing against his  swelling cock.

Next the feeling of hands pushing him backwards onto the  big, old bed. The ancient bed seemed to engulf him as he sunk into the old goose  down mattress. For just a moment Brent thought he could smell something old,  musty. But then it was gone and his mind was engulfed in Victoria's body next to  him.

"Love me, Brent Long. Love me forever," Brent heard Victoria  whispering in his ear.
Brent's hand went to the cape's tie at his throat.  "No. Leave the cape alone, my love," Victoria said out loud with earnest. "You  will ruin everything."
Brent stared into Victoria's face. Clearly there  was urgency in her eyes. Those eyes. As Brent stared to became lost in those  eyes. He had a sense of drowning in the deep dark pools of those eyes. He was  aware of nothing else. Nothing mattered to him but those eyes. He did not even  realize that except for the cape he was lying there nude with  Victoria
.
Then there was the sensation of a deep burning in his genitals.  A feeling of  hardness and throbbing. He opened his eyes to see Victoria, nude as  he was, positioning herself over him. His eyes centered on her perfect breasts  as her hand grasped his penis and guided it inside her.

A sudden coldness  froze Brent. A coldness so intense he could not move. A coldness that could only  be described as death. He could see Victoria's face is a hellish grin as she  bounced up and down in the throes of sex. All the while she repeated over and  over almost in a shriek, "Love me Brent. Love me tonight. Love me  forever."

Finally came that moment when Victoria's entire body stiffened  as her orgasm overtook her. Her mouth opened in a banshee scream as her vagina  clamped hard around Brent's member, once, twice three times. Brent lost  count.
Victoria stopped and looked down into Brent's face. "Now, my love.  Now is the time." Victoria bent down still impaled on Brent's manhood. Her lips  caressed Brent's neck. Her mouth opened and her fangs plunged deep into the artery in his neck.
Brent was frozen, motionless as Victoria sucked the  life out of him. His mind was filled with both the love he felt for this woman  and his own immanent, cold death. He knew he was bound to her forever now. His  life was hers for the taking.
Just as Victoria raised her head, blood  dripping from the corners of her mouth. Brent's own orgasm loosed a gush of his  seed deep into her. Again  and again he gushed. This was his last remembrance of  the evening.

Much later, Brent awoke to find himself alone with Victoria  in the same ancient bed. Even though the drapes were drawn he could tell it was  morning and the sunlight was trying to stream in around the blocked  windows.
"Oh, God. What time is it. I'll be late for work," he told  himself.
Victoria stirred and reached out an arm to encircle his  shoulders. "No, my love. From now on you will only work at night," she  smiled.
Brent eased back down on the old bed and thought to himself,  "Yes. I will work tonight."

Even then, Brent could feel the pangs of  hunger beginning to grow within  him. From now on he knew his work would be  different. He knew that together Brent and Victoria will go hunting to satisfy  this new hunger after the sun went down tonight and every night from now  on.

"Please Use Me"

You come over one night and open the door after knocking to find me naked,save for my high heels and collar on all fours on the floor with my leash in my hand waiting for you.I silently hand my leash to you and wait for your instruction.
You order me to stand up and get back down on all fours again but this time on the couch so that you may inspect me.After a couple minutes you tell me to turn around so that you may check my other side and I obey.I wait nervously while you are sure that I am clean for you.

I feel your hands run over my body and make me shiver,my pussy has been dripping since I heard your voice on the phone when you told me you were coming over and now it's positively flowing from your touch. Your fingers touch me everywhere but my cunt,where I really want it.

Finally,satisfied,you order me to get down on my knees on the floor.I do so and eagerly open my mouth so that you may fuck it.You grab the back of my head and ram your cock in my mouth and down my throat.I immediately start gagging and drooling on your cock.I feel my drool hit my tit as you fuck my mouth harder.

You pull back suddenly and tell me to get back on the couch with my head hanging over the edge and my ass up on the back of the couch.You kneel down to fuck my face again and instruct me that I am to play with myself while you gag me with your cock but that I am not allowed to cum.

Every so often you tell me to rub myself harder,faster,more
fingers,harder,still reminding me that I am not allowed to cum no matter how much I may want to.I can feel myself close to the edge but know that if I disobey you I will be punished.I briefly consider taking the punishment but I can't allow myself to displease you.

I feel you start to tense as you near your release and I hope that you cum all over my face and chest as I have missed the taste of you.You pull out and just as I was hoping I feel your hot cum hit my face,my  tongue, my chest.I rub it in a bit and lick it off my fingers,savoring your taste and hoping that I'll have more before the night is through.

You order me to get back on my knees and lick you clean.I do so and  then you have me stand up and follow you to the bedroom.My juices are dripping down my thighs as I hope that I will get to feel you in my cunt tonight.I want so badly for you to make me scream your name so loud that my neighbors can hear.

We reach the bed and you throw me down on the bed.Within seconds you have my wrists and ankles strapped to the bed and the thong I wore that day that you asked me to leave out for you stuffed in my mouth. I am at your mercy and quivering at the thought of what you have in store for me.

You start slowly,teasing me,letting my imagination run wild.Pinching me here and there,lightly slapping my breasts,letting a slight smile  slip when you see a red mark appear on my breasts or the inside of my thighs.I bite my lower lip; silently pleading with you to hit me harder and make it hurt.I want it bad.

You start getting a little more rough,enjoying the gasps that escape my mouth.You pinch harder, leave handprints when you slap my body.You pull on my nipples until I arch my back and let out a small scream.

You pull out a whip and lightly start whipping my breast and the inside of my thighs.Making them red,making them sting.I can see that you are getting hard again at the sight of my squirming from the whipping you are giving me.I can only hope that you allow me release tonight when I finally feel you slide inside my dripping wet cunt.

After a few minutes you untie me and quickly flip me over so that you may continue on my back side.You demand that I start counting as you whip my ass.I feel you stop briefly to retrieve a butt plug from the dresser nearby.

You grab the lube as well and I watch as you pour a generous amount on the plug and my ass. Teasing me with your looks and telling me that I'm going to enjoy having something so large in my ass while you continue to whip me.

I feel you run the plug over and around my ass, teasing me more before I feel the pressure as you start to slide it inside me.I gasp as the size and start rethinking but I know that I have no choice and I am at your mercy.

Suddenly I feel my ass close around the end and hear the swish as the whip comes back to my ass,making my ass contract around the plug with the intensity of the whipping I start begging you to go easy but I know this will only tempt you to hit me harder.You want to hear me cry and I'm close.
It takes but a few more minutes and you hear me start to cry,begging you to stop so that I may find some relief.Just when I'm sure that I can't take it anymore you stop.I feel oil hit my ass as you massage it in gently and then unhook my wrists so that I may get up on my knees.You grab a blindfold from the nightstand and tie it around my head.

I can no longer see and all my remaining senses immediately heighten because of this.I feel your breath on my back and your fingers on my nipples,squeezing and pinching them.Pulling more gasps from my lips.

Your fingers trail down to my wet cunt and you slide two in.I make almost no noise for fear that you will remove them and you feel so good.You continue to finger fuck me while I can't help but get louder,moaning your name,begging you to fuck me.

You stop.I whimper at the loose and feel the head of a dildo touch the entrance to my cunt.You tease my clit with it and run it over my ass before sliding it back down and inside my pussy.I moan gratefully and you begin to fuck me hard,almost making me scream.Telling me what a nasty whore I am,that I'm only good for being used,being fucked for your pleasure.
I agree and beg that you use me until you are satisfied and suddenly the dildo is gone.I feel you get up on the bed behind me and I pray that you are going to fuck my cunt and let me cum for you.You tease my clit with the head of your cock,telling me to beg for it.You want to hear me tell you how much I want it,how much I need your cock. I comply and feel you ram your hard cock inside me.

I'm immediately on the edge of cumming and tell you so.You again remind me that I'm not allowed to cum until/unless you say so.I beg you to allow it and you say nothing.You grab my hips and thrust as hard as you can,causing me to scream your name,my head almost hitting the headboard from being fucked so rough.

Just when I feel that I'm about to cum without permission I hear two  wonderful words: "Cum slave."I immediately feel myself soar over the edge and begin to cum.I shout that I'm cumming for you; I scream your name and beg you not to stop.
I'm limp when I finish cumming but know that if I allow myself to fall  to the bed I will be punished, I still need to service you until you are satisfied.I feel you twist the butt plug and suddenly you are tugging it out.I then feel you replace it with the head of your cock.

I'm eager to feel you inside me again and I beg you to fuck my ass and cum all over me.You slide inside me and use my ass,rough and for your pleasure only,uncaring over whether or not I enjoy it.

I feel you tense again and pull out and order me to sit up so that I  may receive your cum on my face again.I feel it hit my tongue as I open my mouth and I eagerly wrap my lips around your cock,knowing you wish it to be clean and happy to feel your cum fill my mouth and slide down my throat.

After,you untie my ankles and slap my ass as you command me to turn on the shower so that I may clean you up.I jump and quickly do as I'm told.I'm sure to wash every bit of you in the shower and make  sure that you will be clean on your drive home.Once out,I dry you and dress you at your demand and get back down on all fours to follow you to the door.

You pat my head and tell me I'm a good pet and walk out,letting me  know that I did well and will be rewarded with you bringing a female Dom to play with me next time.I smile and thank you before nudging the door shut and crawling into bed.

ANAL DISCOVERY

Looking back I guess I was very sexually reserved as a young person. But by 18 I was beginning to feel more relaxed about have sexual desires and fantasies.

I didn't start masturbating until I was 19 but it soon became a very regular thing. I would often think about touching myself during the day and I thought I was terribly sexually liberated because I knew I was going to act on it that night.

I thought people would be astonished to know that I touched myself sexually. I now know that I was doing nothing out of the ordinary, but at the time I thought I was a real wild one.
I was still living at home and I would masturbate most nights, usually in bed before going to sleep. At the time I thought what I was doing was about as outrageous as sexual behavior got.

Then, as now, I prefer to have my knees up and legs spread wide when masturbating, partly because of the easy access to my clitoris and vagina but also because of the heightened sense of brazen sexuality of being naked and having your legs wide open.

But although alone in my room I was never quite 100% sure that I wouldn't be interrupted by a family member so I'd usually masturbate on my back with my legs slightly apart and my pajamas still on.

Usually by the time I would climax I'd have one hand working my clitoris fairly quickly while using the other to work one or two fingers in and out of my vagina.

On one occasion which I remember very vividly it was fairly late and everyone else was long in bed. On a whim I deliberately took my pajama pants completely off in a mood of heightened freedom before even getting under the sheets.
At this point the light was still on and it felt great to stand there with my bottom and pubic hair exposed. I took the time to enjoy my nakedness and carefully fold the pajama pants and placed them in the dresser drawer.

Instead of just flicking back the sheets and getting in I leant across the bed with my legs slightly apart and pushed out my bottom before drawing back the covers. I had this sense of exposing my labia, my nakedness to the world even though the only thing behind me was the wall.

I found it so arousing that I looked around the room for things to pick up. I bent over keeping my legs straight and apart to pick up this and that. Each time I bent over I felt a sexual focus between my legs rising.

I imagined I was being watched and stood in front of the mirror. I had planned to leave my pajama top on because if someone came in while I was under the sheets they wouldn't see my naked bottom half but would be able to see my naked torso.

But I was caught in the moment and watched myself in the mirror as I unbuttoned the top and let it fall to the ground, exposing my breasts. Seeing myself naked like this, fondling my breasts, nipples erect was surprisingly sexual. It was like I had leap into a new realm of sexual deviancy.

It was not like being naked after getting out of the shower or something. There I was standing fully exposed looking at my breasts and pubic mound and seeing my naked self in a purely sexual way.

I was thinking of men looking at me like this, seeing and being aroused by my naked body. "Come on and fuck me," I whispered quietly to men in general.
Saying the words 'fuck me' was liberating. There I was, supposed to be wholesome and innocent but touching breasts and wanting to be fucked. The idea immediately shifted my focus to my vulva. I wanted to touch myself more intimately; I wanted my fingers inside me!

I turned off the light and got into bed. I had a much greater feeling of raw sexuality compared to my usual masturbation sessions when my hands were down my pajamas.
While often intense, masturbating with my pajamas on gave a sense of discretion, privacy and reservation.
There was something immensely erotic about being naked for the sole purpose of wanton sexual gratification. Once I got into bed I was surprised how physically sexy it felt to have my naked bottom and hard nipples against the cool sheets. I spread my legs wider than usual but still flat on the bed.
I started by fondling of breasts and nipples then down to my labia and clitoris. My sexual arousal came on much more quickly and insistently than ever before – I was already so wet! I soon found myself at the usual end game of right hand quickly rubbing my clitoris with two fingers of my left hand in my vagina.

I could feel the sexual energy rising, magnified by my nakedness and lusted after the orgasm I knew would come. I couldn't help but lift my left knee up to get my fingers further inside me as lust overtook my usual sense of refrain.
It felt great as another layer of restraint fell away and I was more deeply penetrated by my fingers. But I also felt exposed with that never quite complete sense of privacy that you have in the family home. Wondering if someone is going to barge in and see one leg up in the air.

But I couldn't let the sexual pleasure to subside so I rolled onto my right side so my knee could be hard up against my ribs without being up in the air. But while my right hand still had great access to my clitoris it was hard for my left to get at my vagina.

I didn't consciously think about it but I just arched my back and switched to fingering myself from behind which felt different and was further liberating as another layer of inhibition peeled away.

However, the shift in position had slightly slowed the rush toward orgasm and while I was still totally consumed by this sexual act I also felt like I could take my time to enjoy it.
I took the time to smear my whole genital are with the copious amount of fluid I had produced before reinserting my fingers. The sopping wetness was in itself highly erotic.

Soon both my hands were wet, my labia, my clitoris and really my whole genital area were slippery and wet and my vagina kept producing more. I took it as a confirmation from my body of the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling. I thought to myself, "Yes this is as good as I thought it was. Look how wet I am getting."

My breathing was shallow and quick and I started to quiver and my hips began to relexitively grind against my hands. I was completely unconscious of anything in the world except my body and the orgasm looming.

The wetness egged me on and as I continued to masturbate I would take my fingers out and rub it over myself. I hadn't masturbated from behind with anything like this intensity before, nor in such a state of lust. So the first time I touched my anus it wasn't intentional.

It sent a jolt of pleasure that took me completely by surprise. Academically I knew that some people engaged in anal sex but it never occurred to me that pleasure from this source would apply to me.

I quickly slid my fingers back into my vagina and went on fingering myself but the next time I took them out I was immediately drawn to my ass.

I thought I would just brush my fingers against my sphincter as I had done before – just give myself a little tickle to see if it actually felt good. But it felt great and I found my fingers lingering and probing.

As my finger probed at my sphincter I was suddenly struck by the thought that putting a finger in my ass would be the ultimate act of letting go and of complete and utter nakedness and exposure.

The earlier moment that I had taken off my pajamas came back to me. Just that spur of the moment decision to take my pants off gave me a sense of erotic taboo then which came back with redoubled intensity.

I wanted my finger in my ass and I decided to do it. The fingers working my clitoris stopped. My breathing stopped. I gently eased my finger in and every millimeter of penetration was pure pleasure.

Once my finger was in to the first knuckle I could feel the clamping tightness.
The physical feelings were intense but were magnified by my sense of outrageous, brazen willingness to do whatever felt good. I felt I had totally let go and utterly surrendered all inhibitions to my sexual desire.
I had never felt anything like it, I couldn't believe the level of sexual gratification it gave me. It was a near orgasmic level of pleasure and I wanted more, more, more.

Then I realised I was feeling this level of intensity when I wasn't even moving. With an uncontrolled jolt I arched my back pushed the finger further into my ass. I began to rub my clitoris in a frenzy and my whole body began to shudder.
I pumped the finger inside me with fast but tiny in and out motions. All I had was half a finger in my ass and although I was moving it quickly the distance it was going in and out was minimal. But I had never felt so much like I was being fucked in my life.

In seconds I felt an orgasm rise and then overwhelm me in long, slow, intense wave after wave of unashamed pure pleasure.

After a minute or two to get my bearings I slipped my finger out and had this abstract sense that I should feel guilty or dirty. Instead I had an unexpected and slightly nervous but also liberating giggle to myself.

I had just discovered a whole new world of pleasure in sex and my mind boggled at the future joys I would experience.
I had often thought with lustful excitement what it would be like to have a penis inside my vagina. I couldn't begin to fathom the ecstasy that being fucked in the ass would bring.

Discovery 2

Once I had discovered the pleasure of fingering my ass it became a common part of my masturbation.

I wouldn't necessarily put my finger in my ass every time I masturbated, and sometimes I didn't touch my ass at all, but more often than not I would at least be rubbing my ass crack by the time I came.

I always got a thrill of sexual anticipation when I realised I'd be home alone for the night. If by some fluke my siblings all planned to be out on the same night as my parents I'd be a little short of breath every time I thought about it – even if it was a week in the future.

As soon as the last one walked out the door I'd be at the window to watch them get in the car and drive off. No sooner than they were around the corner my hand would be down my pants to get at my usually already wet pussy.

I would still go to my room, usually at a half run with my hand never leaving my crotch. I always wanted to be completely naked and my legs wide open to feel maximum sexual freedom. And I just couldn't bring myself to do that in any room except my own with the door firmly closed.

Then one day events conspired to give me an opportunity to go to the next step in exploring my anal sexuality.

A couple who were friends of my parents were paying a visit and talking about their much anticipated dream holiday to explore Europe for a month. I was sort of half joining in the conversation but not really tuned in until they mentioned that their daughter wouldn't be able to house sit for them because she was now living interstate.

They were having trouble figuring out what to do about watering the plants and looking after the cat in their absence. We lived about an hours drive away so it wasn't really an option for one of us to go up there every day.

I had plenty of leave owing from work, some old friends living reasonably near to their house and I was behind on the study I was doing part time. Three pretty good excuses for me to volunteer.

The implications of having all that time alone to explore my ass in freedom meant I had to clamp my legs closed to keep control of myself. Despite feeling short of breath and my heart racing I managed to sound fairly casual when I said, "I could look after your place for you if you like." I rattled off all my excuses and to my utter delight all concerned thought it was a great idea.

I came very quickly in bed that night – having been wet for most of the day. Then I masturbated every morning and night for about a week in a state of ecstatic anticipation.

Eventually (about three very long weeks later) I was in their garage bidding them farewell. I watched them turn the corner, waited for the roller door to close then dashed through a door they had from the garage to the kitchen.

I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. I was in a fairly cosy corner of the kitchen behind a bench and in no time I had my jeans and panties around my ankles. With my bare ass against the cool door I used my right hand to rub my clit and my left to reach up under my top and fondle my breasts. I raced to orgasm in about 60 seconds flat.

Once I'd come I felt very exposed standing there in someone else's house with my pants around my ankles and my pussy and fingers wet. It felt like such a brazen thing to do and I felt like a deviant but that made me feel cheeky and sexy rather than uncomfortable. But I did quickly composed myself and pull up my pants to get a sense of normality back.

It was late afternoon when they left so by the time I'd unpacked, fed the cat, rang my parents to say I'd arrived safely and went out to get something for dinner I decided to take a shower and settle in for a private night alone in front of the TV.

When I got out of the shower I automatically started getting dressed but as I looked at myself in the mirror standing there with just my panties and a bra on I thought, "I don't have to wear clothes here."

It was such a liberating idea. "I can do anything I want in any room of the house," I thought. That was a sexy idea but it was thrilling to know that I actually would be doing anything I wanted.

I looked at myself and rubbed my breasts through my bra then put one hand down the front of my panties and fondled my labia and clit.

I decided I wasn't gong to put anything else on for the rest of the night. I was going to stroll about the place in my underwear. It was such a powerfully liberating feeling that my nipples hardened and I felt my stomach muscles tighten as my pussy began to gently pulse.

I had a momentary concern, "What the fuck am I gong to do if someone knocks on the door?" But I thought, "Well it's hardly a crime to walk around in your underwear." Still, I grabbed my dressing gown and decided to put in near the front door so it would be handy just in case.

As I walked out of the bathroom I was so excited that I went straight downstairs and threw the dressing gown on the ground near the front door. Once that was done I felt safe to do whatever I liked.

I took my time as a strolled around feeling freer than I ever had before. I grabbed a magazine and put it in the middle of the kitchen table. Then with my legs straight and slightly apart and my ass pointing out I bent over the table to flip through it.

If felt great with my ass in the air like that. I thought of the view that someone watching me from behind would have and as I kept my left elbow on the table I used my right hand to reach behind and grab my panties and pull them up my butt crack. They were just a plain cotton pair and I didn't give a damn if they got stretched out of shape. The pressure against my asshole felt fantastic and I decided to leave them that way.
I walked to the lounge and with every step the panties jammed in my crack rubbed at my ass and pussy. I felt so wantonly, outrageously sexual and I had an amused thought at the shock the owners would be feeling if they knew what I was doing in their house.

I sat on the couch and took off my bra. My nipples were hard and my tits felt so, so naked and so, so good in the big empty lounge. I felt as naked and exposed as if I were starkers in a supermarket.

I lifted my right leg over the arm rest. I leaned back and shifted my ass close to the edge of the couch. I put my left foot on the coffee table and let my knee drop so my legs were now wide open, this time thinking of what someone in front of me would be seeing.

That really threw me over the edge. It was one thing to be in just my underwear in this big house all by myself. It was another thing to have my panties jammed up tight in my ass crack, strutting around and feeling sexy. And it was yet another thing to have my tits exposed and nipples hard. But once my legs were spread wide like that I had shifted from sensuality to raw sexuality. Psychologically it was like shifting from playing with myself to fucking myself.

I could feel my vagina and clit tingling even though I wasn't touching them. It felt so good I didn't want to break the spell and I just sat there rubbing my tits and playing with my nipples.

I kept at this for about 10 or 15 minutes – just enjoying my breasts and nipples – and eventually I was just quickly flicking the tip of my ring finger of each hand across each nipple. Eventually I rose to a near orgasmic ecstasy – just from rubbing at my nipples!

The whole time I didn't touch my vagina or clit but just left my legs spread wide with my panties up my ass crack and tight against my pussy. Despite not touching myself between my legs I felt that having my legs wide open like that gave an enormous focus on my vagina and clit. My hips began to hump minutely, more as a reflex than a conscious decision.

I had always enjoyed touching my breasts and nipples in particular but I had never got so close to orgasm from them alone. I could feel my juices oozing out and wondered at how wet my panties would be when I finally took them off.
I found it so intensely erotic to have my legs open in such a provocatively sexual pose and not hidden away under the sheets in my own room but outrageously exposed in these neither private nor intimate surroundings. It was erotically like masturbating in public but without the practical downside of actually being in public.

Eventually the joy from my nipples peaked out and it was time to move on. I knew if I touched my clit I'd come in a flash but I just wanted this to go on and on. I decided I'd just work on my ass as I had with my nipples and leave my vagina and clit alone.

I put both feet on the ground and leant forward thinking to just lift my ass up enough to take of my panties. As I did so I looked at my crotch to see if any wetness from my vagina was showing through. I had a double take when I saw that they were not only wet they were actually glistening where my juices had completely soaked through. I left them on and put my hand between my legs. It came away wet and I suddenly realised the amount of juice that had come out of me.
I decided to go upstairs to take off my panties and finger my ass sitting on a towel to soak up my flowing juices.
On the way I walked past a mirror in the hall and looked at myself and I thought about fingering my ass in front of a mirror. I'd never done that before, with my ass or vagina, and the idea of watching my finger go in and out of my ass really turned me on.

There wasn't a mirror in my room (I was using a spare room upstairs next to the master bedroom) but I knew there was a full size one in the main bedroom. I thought it would be another level of cheekiness to actually masturbate my asshole while in their room. And, caught in the moment I decided to do it.

I got a couple of towels from my room and took off my soaking panties while I was there. Now it was time to get serious and I wanted to be totally naked. I was desperate to get down to business and start fingering my ass. I was also fascinated to see what it would look like to watch my finger going in and out of my asshole.

But when I walked into their room I thought about what people would think if they knew I was about to masturbate not just in the house of our family friends, not just in their own bedroom but that I would be putting my finger into my asshole.

A part of me knew I was doing something wrong and I also knew I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't so worked up and horny. But another, stronger part of me reveled in the outrageous deviance of the act. This strong sense of sexual perversion fed on itself and I wanted to be as wanton and reckless as possible.

I laid out a towel on the end of the bed closest to the mirror and put the other within easy reach. As I sat down the feel of my naked ass on the towel gave me another rush. I looked at myself in the mirror; my exposed tits; the hair between my legs.

I changed positions a few times and I soon found that by lying on my left side with my body pointing diagonally away from the mirror and my right leg hard up against my ribs and propping myself up on my left elbow I could clearly see my vagina and my puckered asshole. I also had easy access with my right hand to reach around and touch my clit and pussy and ass from behind.

I wanted to focus on my ass as I had on my nipples downstairs but I needed lubricant so I started fingering my pussy to get my fingers wet. I probed at my pussy with my pointer and middle fingers. It was incredible to watch in the mirror as my fingers disappeared into my vagina.

It seemed so hard core to watch the penetration and I was soon mesmerized and watching in fascination as I began to pump my pussy faster and faster. I knew I'd come soon if I wasn't careful so I took them out and started to probe my asshole with the tip of my now wet and slippery middle finger.
The combination of all the anticipation and seeing my finger begin to disappear into my ass was too much. I was so in the moment that nothing existed in the world except my finger and my ass. The sensations were intense as I began to finger fuck my ass faster.

Normally finger fucking my ass too fast didn't work because of a lack of lubrication. But this time my middle finger was well lubed and I was pumping it in and out quite quickly.
I was in heaven. Here I was acting out this fantasy that had been building for weeks. Naked, alone and not going to be interrupted, my finger in my ass, lights on and looking at it all happen in the mirror
.
I pulled my finger all the way out and quite quickly plunged it all the way back up my ass. Then all the way out again and back in over and over. It just got better and better and my hips involuntarily started to buck toward my finger beckoning it back into my ass.

It went in and out so easily I squeezed my middle and pointer fingers together and with the next pump I tried to get them both in. That had rarely worked before because my asshole was just too tight to let two in at once in comfort.

But this time my hole had been softened up enough and while still a very tight fit they both went in easily – and ecstatically. I didn't take them out this time and pumped away at my asshole.

Eventually I was completely overcome by an intense and all powerful lust and let out a simpering moan. At first I was shocked to hear myself but I simultaneously realised that I could make all the noise I wanted here. Unlike at home where I was paranoid even of the noise of my fingers working at my ass and pussy being overheard.

I let myself go and moaned, "ah ...ah...ah..." punctuating each new thrust into my ass. Hearing myself like this was fantastic. I wanted to keep pumping at my ass alone but I lost control and my left hand dived at my pussy. I was pumping into my pussy with the middle two fingers of my left hand from the front using the palm of my hand to rub at my clit.
I kept at my ass with the pointer and middle finger of my right hand. My moans became a rapid, "yes yes yes fuck fuck fuck yes yes yes." I looked at my tits jiggling in the mirror and then watched my hands working away between my legs. Then I looked myself in the eye and saw the lust in my face. It was incredible to see and hear that I was verbally egging myself on.
I soon felt the orgasm on the way but it wasn't rising quickly and sharply it was coming at me from deep inside and driving powerfully through my body. It built and built and built and I thought it would never peak out.

By the time it did I was unable to say "fuck" or "yes" or anything else coherent. I just moaned a loud shuddering, "aaaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaaah."

Once the last waves of the orgasm had crashed over and through me I lay there with four fingers still inside me – two in my ass and two in my pussy. It felt so wonderful and I couldn't image anything better than doing that every day for the next month.

I eventually sat up and wiped my hands on the towel. I needed a bit of time to take stock and I thought I'd turn on their bedroom TV and relax for a while. As I did so I noticed that they had a DVD player and a pile of DVD's neatly stacked in the cabinet underneath.

I suppose I considered the possibility that they might have a porn DVD but it was more just curiosity of what they might have in their collection that made me take a closer look.
At first it looked like just a load of predictable movies but then I realised that there was another row of DVD's behind the first. The first one I grabbed had a picture of a two women's faces close to a huge cock spurting cum and was obviously hard core porn.

I started to grab a few more from the back and sure enough they were all porn – over 50 of them. I couldn't believe my luck! I thought, "You fucking perverted bastards!" of my parents friends but I meant it in a celebratory, "You little beauty!" sort of way.

I had too much choice and was just about to shove in the first one I'd found when I noticed one of a young innocent looking woman with bare breast and sexy blue panties on with a title something like Be Gentle with My Virgin Ass or something like that.

Anal porn! I couldn't believe they'd have something like this and I had it on and playing in moments. I was mesmerized and paralyzed watching the actors fucking and sucking when all of sudden he was fingering her asshole and before I knew it she was moaning away as he fucked her ass – it was incredibly sexy to watch.

I snapped out of my paralysis and lay on my side on the bed (where I'd been sitting to watch) again with my right hand having access to my ass and my left on my pussy and clit.
It was magic but this time I wasn't as wet as I had been and I just couldn't finger fuck my ass as fast as I desperately wanted to. I thought that maybe if they had porn they'd have lube so I got up, wiped my hands clean on the towel and started looking in their drawers. I know it was a pretty awful thing to do – rummaging through their stuff like that – but at that moment I just wanted to finger fuck my ass and I was desperate for lubricant.

I had no luck for a while and was ready to give up when I pushed a bottom drawer back in that had seemed to be just full of clothes I heard a dull clunk – something else was in there. This time I pulled it all the way out and at the back I found not just two big bottles of lube but a whole array of about a dozen dildos, vibrators and even (what I have since learned was called) a butt plug.

I was like a kid in a lolly shop. I didn't know what I was going to put in where first but I knew I was going to be fucking myself like crazy very soon.

Most of the dildos were too big for my ass – in fact about half were going to be a stretch in my vagina! – but there was this one narrow soft, blue, rubber gel one with a set of balls and it looked like I'd be able to get in my ass.

It was only a little more than a couple of my fingers wide and I grabbed it with a frenzy of lust. I wanted to have it in my ass but I knew I'd need to be well lubed up to get it in there.
I was almost uncontrollably excited so I calmed myself down and took the thin blue dildo and put it on the towel on the bed. Then I took a medium sized dildo for my vagina (when I say medium it was in the middle range of the dildos in the drawer but fairly big as far as real cocks go), it was very nice and soft and a realistic flesh colour. I put that on the towel next to the blue dildo
.
I know it's greedy but with my ass and pussy about to be fucked I didn't want my clit left out. So I grabbed the butt plug. I didn't know it was for an ass at that point – and it would never have fit anyway – but it had a cord attached to a dial that I assumed was to make it vibrate. It vibrated alright! I held it in my hand and cranked it up. Even in my hand feeling the strength of the vibration that thing punched made me swoon.

Finally I got a bottle of the lube which had a pump action dispenser on it. With two hands and three toys I had to get organized so I got to lubing up my ass first.

I got into my familiar side on position: on my left side; right leg in the air and knee hard against my ribs; ass and vagina well exposed and easy to get at.

I pumped a big dollop of lube into my hand and smeared it all over my pussy and ass hole. Then I got another load of lube and started working my fingers into my ass. I wanted the inside of my ass lubed but of course every time I lubed up my finger and slid it in most of the lube didn't go inside my ass.
I then had an idea that I could put the end of the pump action top of the lube bottle into my ass and pump the lube in. The end of the squirter was a bit hard edged and I had to pump the big bottle up and down trying to keep the outlet still in my ass. No mean feat with slippery hands when you're horny as hell!
It was well worth it though. As soon as the first load of lube squirted into my ass I felt the coldness ooze inside me and it felt great. I liked it so much I pumped some more in and then pumped it again. It felt so great that I forgot that I was doing this to get lube into my ass and I was just enjoying the sensation of feeling the cool stuff squirt into me. I don't know exactly how much I put in my ass but it was a fucking lot – probably at least 20-25 pumps of the bottle.

I eventually got back to the main game and stopped filling up my ass with lube. I knew putting the blue thin gel dildo in my ass would be the crowning glory so I grabbed the other, bigger dildo first (the dildos and butt plug were lying on the bed in front of my belly where I could get at them easily).

I rubbed it on my clit because it was nice and soft and smooth and I wanted to know how it would feel. Fucking great was the answer! When I put the head at the opening of my pussy and gently pushed I discovered that my eyes were a bigger than my vagina – it didn't look too big but that was just compared to the others. It took a bit of gentle working at it but I eventually got it in and it felt beautiful.

I was so full with that cock inside me I really wouldn't have needed anything more to have a great time. Once I'd pumped away for a bit it started to feel like a perfect fit. I adjusted my position a bit so I could see in the mirror and seeing that thing inside me like that made it look really big. My vagina seemed wide stretched open around it.

I should say that it really wasn't that big but at that early stage of my adulthood it was the biggest thing I'd ever had inside me. Looking at it in the mirror at my face and whole naked body I felt like my vagina was very small and the dildo was its maximum capacity and that made me feel very sexually mature. It was like I had reached a new level of sexual intimacy with myself where I could confidently fuck my vagina to the fullest with this big thing.

It made me feel very relaxed about my self and my sexuality (at the same time as feeling very fucking horny!) It felt like good, wholesome, natural fun. This made me feel very calm and relaxed about putting the other smaller dildo in my ass. It was going to be an honest expression of my sexual feelings.
I lost the sense of naughtiness I'd had since walking in the door and frigging myself to orgasm in the kitchen earlier that day. Instead I felt like a confident woman with a serious, uninhibited mission to fuck myself like crazy.

I had my left hand holding the dildo in my pussy and took the blue one in my right. I probed around for a bit then gently pushed it against my little ass opening. It didn't want to open and I had to grab the shaft close to the end and push harder bit by bit. Then all of a sudden the pressure was too much and it popped in about an inch
.
It was the biggest thing I'd ever put in my ass (the previous record being two fingers) and at first it was a little uncomfortable. Not just the very full feeing I had had with the dildo in my vagina at first – this was too big and it didn't feel quite right. But I didn't want to give up so I kept feeding more of it into my ass. It didn't feel any worse as it went further in because all of the tightness was in my ass opening and it was the same width along its length.

Once it was an inch or two in I held it still and started to pump away at my pussy again. After a about five minutes of smooth, long slow fucking at my vagina my ass had relaxed and the sensation of discomfort had passed completely. I was very pleasantly surprised when I started to ever so slowly push the dildo in my ass further up inside because it was now feeling perfect. In fact as every millimeter went in it seemed to add extra intensity to the pleasure.

It wasn't so much the feeling up inside my ass but the sensation of something going inwards through my sphincter that was magic. Especially as the length of the thing allowed this to go on and on and on (at least compared to my fingers). My ass at this point was feeling incredibly sensitive and by the time I had it all in (about 6-7 inches) up to the balls I was whimpering in ecstasy.

I started to slowly ease it out but the sensation wasn't the same on the way out. To be honest it was more like taking a shit. It wasn't unpleasant – just not as heroically sexually exciting as it had been going it. I took it most of the way out quite quickly and slowly started to push it in again. It is impossible to describe in words how good it felt as I began to speed up my ass pumping and combine it with pumping away at my vagina.
I got into a rhythm where I'd go in my vagina and out my ass in sync then back out of my vagina and into my ass faster and faster. I would never, ever have believed it would be possible to pump away at my asshole with that speed and enjoy it. But all that lube in my ass was doing the trick and it was honestly much more sexual pleasure than I had ever known would be possible to feel.

As the bigger dildo landed all the way home with every pump into my pussy my hand would bang against my clit and this made me start to feel the onset of orgasm. I looked at myself and saw the big dildo going into my pussy and the thinner blue one racing in and out of my ass. At that point I felt incredibly sexually free and wanted to come intensely
.
Then I realised I hadn't even put the butt plug on my clit. I clamped my legs together to keep the dildo in my pussy and kept using my right hand to pump away at my ass. I managed to get a grip with my slippery fingers on the dial and crank the butt plug up to full. I wanted to jam it against my clit but to get enough access I needed to open my legs and I was worried that the dildo would fall out of my pussy. So I used my right hand to get hold of both dildos and got up on my knees.
I used my left hand to hold the intensely vibrating butt plug on my clit and pumped like mad with the dildos in my ass and pussy. I was humping up and down and I could see my breasts bouncing in the mirror.

Out loud and looking my self in the eye I said, "Oh, yes I love those fucking cocks in my cunt and fucking ass!" It was the pinnacle of the whole day's sense of brazen, wanton sexuality to have these things inside me and the intense vibration on my clit. But saying those words, referring to my vagina as my "cunt" and talking about "cocks" and words like my "fucking ass" brought home the extreme nature of what I was doing.
I threw myself onto my back and with my legs as straight and high and wide open as I could get them I pumped the dildos and held the vibrating butt plug to my clit for get an incredibly long and intense orgasm that had me involuntarily shuddering and writhing for what seemed an age.

As the orgasm eventually eased away I looked over to the TV to see a woman being ass fucked in a frenzy. I rolled to my side to get a look at the two dildos still inside me. I had taken the vibrating butt plug away from my clit when I came and I lifted it to me lips and kissed it and with a big smile looked at my self in the mirror and said, "This is going to be a very big month of non stop of masturbation, porn, dildos, vibrators and ass fucking mania."

And it was. If you'd like to hear what else I got up to then and since I'd really love to hear from you. I'd really love to know what you thought of my story and especially if I made you horny or even come. I've had to write this over many attempts as I keep getting too excited and have to stop to get something in my ass and masturbate to orgasm.

Autumn Rain

Standing at the window, watching the traffic pass by. Music playing in the background as I lightly rest my fingers on the icy pane. I am oblivious to the world, hypnotized by the falling rain and music.

Steven John, silently come up behind me and caress my throat as he bring his body close against me. I lean my head back against him as his fingers run down my throat and over my shoulder. I shiver slightly as Steven John continue down my arm. He reach my wrist and brings his arm around my waist to pull me against him, his arousal prodding against my butt.

Steven John  pull me closer and trail kisses across my shoulder. His hands slip up under my shirt to cup my breasts, teasing my nipples through the lace cups of my bra. I moan and sag against Steven as his thumbs drag across my nipples, causing delicious friction between my skin and the lace.
I arch my back, pushing my butt against his cock, feeling its heat through our jeans. I move my hips slightly back and forth and hear Steven's groaning softly from the sensations.

I slide my hand behind me and in between our bodies to cup Steven's erection. It throbs hot and eager as my hand glides across the front of his jeans. I reach back with my other hand and find the button and zipper of Steven's jeans and release his straining cock. Wow, it's very long and thicker too than I imagined it. Immediately my fingers curl around his long shaft and I feel a shudder pass through his body. I love it.

Steven then bring his hands from under my shirt and fumble with the buttons, fingers shaking with desire. Finally freeing the last button, he slip the shirt from my shoulders, leaving me standing at the window in my jeans and my lace bra. Pale skin against deep burgundy lace reflects in the window as I look out into the dark night.

Steven gently push me foreword till my body is against the icy glass, The cold making my nipples even harder against the lace. He pull the cups down under my breasts, exposing me to all that wish to look up from the street below. I shiver with desire and cold.

His hands on my hips, he slowly kiss my neck and shoulders, keeping me firmly against the window. Steven slowly trail kisses down my spine, kneeling behind me, caressing my hips through the denim of my jeans.

His hands reach around to the buttons on my jeans and slowly open them all. Tugging them down my hips, Steven lift one foot at a time to pull them off me, leaving me clad in burgundy lace bra and panties. His fingers move up the inside of my thigh and brush lightly against my lace-covered pussy. Steven murmur with pleasure as he feel how wet I am. His fingers tease and taunt me through the wet lace and I moan and tremble, unsure of how long my legs will support me. My desire is overwhelming.

Steven hook his fingers into the waistband of my panties and ease them off my hips and down my thighs. I moan as I realize he is going to strip me to the world below. Tossing my panties aside, Steven slowly kisses his way up my back until he reaches my bra. It quickly joins the rest of my clothes on the floor and I stand naked, facing out the window into the city street below.

Steven John push against me once again with his whole body, slowly grinding his cock that's very long and thick against my butt as he tangle his fingers in my hair. Steven pull my head back and burn me with his kisses. I moan and meet Steven's lips with passion and desperation. The glass has begun to warm from my flesh and the rain splashes harder against the pane. Steven turn me to face him and pull me into his arms and kiss me fiercely, running his hands up and down my back, grasping my hips and pulling me tight against his pulsing cock.

Steven's fingers once again tangle in my hair and his other hand rests on my shoulder. Gently but persistently, Steven push me down to kneel in front of him. I smile gently and look up into his eyes, seeing the level of his desire smoldering in their depths. I know what he want, and my pulse quickens at the thought of it.

Reaching out, I hook my thumbs in the top of his jeans. Tugging them down his hips, I place soft gentle kisses across his belly. His hand slips from my hair to my cheek and he softly caress my pale skin.

Helping him from his jeans, I soon toss his boxers aside. Bringing my hands to touch him gently, I curl my fingers around his shaft as I place light and teasing kisses on the tip of his cock. I love its head very much because it seems round, clean and very big, so, I trace my tongue around the head and Steven moan and cup the back of my head, urging me closer.

Cupping his balls in one hand, I lean lower and run my tongue over them, knowing this will be almost more than he can take. Steven's body tenses and he growl low in his throat as he fight the sensations that flood his body. I suck them gently into my mouth and run the flat of my tongue along them, all the while slowly stroking his cock with nimble fingers.

Finally, I relent and take the straining cock into my mouth. Steven's knees buckle slightly with desire and relief as I circle his shaft with my warm moist lips. Sucking it deeper in my mouth, I lean my head back to look into Steven's face. His expression is one of deep pleasure. Eyes closed and lips parted, his breath comes in little pants. His palm rests on the glass, once again cold to the touch.

Soon he is beginning to lose control. My mouth works wicked magic on his hot and pulsing rod. His hips is moving in time with me and he soon begin thrusting gently into my mouth. I know Steven is close to cumming. I move faster, harder, knowing what he want. Steven's breathing is becoming ragged and uneven.

With a primal cry, he pulls me to my feet and spin me around to face the window, pushing me against it. Once again, my naked body is out for all to see. Steven's hand snakes around to my pussy and he runs his fingers over my wet slit, teasing my already aching flesh. Steven push his knee in between my legs to spread my thighs wider and giving his fingers better access to my charms. He finds out my clit and his fingers thrum across it, making me cry out in ecstasy. His cock is hard and hot, burning against my butt.

Steven bend his knees slightly and begin to probe between my thighs with the tip. Steven easily fund my dripping hole and slip inside me with a triumphant cry. I shudder as his giant cock sinks deep inside me and fills me. Steven's fingers are still on my clit, stroking me to unbelievable heights. My cheek is pressed firmly against the glass and I bring my hands up to cup my breasts pinch my nipples. I am close to climax and totally oblivious to the world outside.

Steven is thrusting deeper and harder into me, sensing my fast approaching orgasm. His cock is swelling and twitching inside me, telling me that he is near the brink as well. With an animalistic cry Steven thrust once more deep into me and flood my walls with his white hot cum. I scream in pleasure as I feel it hit against my cervix and send me over the edge. Steven's fingers feel delicious on my clit, such as I ride through the waves on the sea of this intense orgasm. My pussy grips his cock like a vise, holding it inside me, milking him dry.

Exhausted, we sink to the floor in a heap. His cock slips from inside me and I feel his cum trickling down my thighs. I kiss him gently and smile, basking in his love. Steven pull me close, stroking my belly with gentle fingers. I murmur soft words of love to him and close my eyes, dozing off to sleep in the sweet haven of his arms.

Yes Daddy

    

      The house was quiet as I sat at my computer checking email and wishing I wasn't alone. My mind wandered off thinking of him, longing for him. I sat there squirming around in my chair, playing with my long blonde hair, with my eyes closed when I was startled by his voice. "Take off those shorts."

      I sat dead still for a moment and then heard, "I said, Take those shorts off, NOW!"

      Although my heart was racing with anticipation I felt so excited to hear Daddy's voice behind me. I quickly stood up and removed not only the thin white shorts I had been wearing, but also my panties. I stood there in only a tight little t-shirt. Daddy said, "Good girl, now I want you to go

outside onto the back deck."

      "Daddy please no." It's so cold out and it was well past midnight.

      He very calmly but firmly said, "Yes baby, outside- Now go."

      I unlocked the door slowly hoping maybe he would change his mind as he watched my naked bottom standing before him. He didn't.

      As I stepped out the door my body was instantly hit with the cold night air. After a few seconds of standing there in the dark half naked I became aware of how extremely alert all of my senses had become. I could hear every sound as I strained my eyes to look out into the darkness of the night. I jumped when I heard the door shut, leaving me shut out from the

safety inside. There was a little light shining through the french doors, enough to slightly light where I was standing and the patio chair in front of me. My body was not only cold but completely tensed standing there not knowing what was about to happen. And then I heard the soft stearn voice of Daddy, "Good girl. Now take that t-shirt off for Daddy."

      "But Daddy, it's so cold," I briefly protested.

      His voice raised. "What did you say? Are you going to be a bad girl tonight?"

      "No Daddy," I said as I removed what little clothing separated my body from the cold night air.

      "That's my good girl. Now sit down."

      I did what my Daddy said. There is no man I trust more or want to please more than my father. As I sat there shivering I realized that I couldn't see Daddy. I couldn't see anything except myself in the dim light coming through the door behind me. The light was somehow making me feel even more

exposed and vulnerable, the way it was lighting up my naked body as if I were in a spotlight or on display for whatever was there in the night to see- to watch. I couldn't get that thought out of my mind and it was making me feel more and more nervous.

      Then I heard Daddy's voice say, "Now close your eyes baby." I couldn't see much anyway, but sitting there with my eyes closed was a different feeling all together. Now I was scared.

      "Keep your eyes closed, and spread your legs." I felt frozen. I didn't think I could open my legs. I had been squeezing them so tightly together since the moment I sat down. But I knew when I heard Daddy say, "Now" that

 I needed to force my thighs to separate.

      Just then Daddy came behind me and placed a blindfold over my eyes and tied it very tight around the back of my head. I felt his lips against my neck and his hands roaming all over my body, stopping to grab my breasts so firmly in his hands, squeezing my hard puckered nipples between his

thumb and index fingers so hard that it made me whimper and squirm around in that cold chair.

      "Don't stop Daddy," I pleaded.

      But he took his strong hands away from me and told me to be quiet. Suddenly my body was throbbing and I was aware of how still the night felt.

      But then I thought I heard something. Something below the deck, maybe men's voices. "Daddy!" I shrieked. But I heard no response.

      I so wanted to run back in the house. "Daddy, please, I'm scared."

      "Good." I heard Daddy say. "Do you think someone is there watching you baby girl?"

      I froze.

      "Spread those legs for Daddy and show them how wet your pussy is. Do it. Let them see what a little slut you are. Good girl. Now rub that pussy.Daddy wants to see his little whore put on a good show."

      I was so scared, but my body was so completely turned on that I couldn'help but do as I was instructed. I heard footsteps and called out for Daddy but he did not respond. Suddenly I felt hands rubbing up my leg. I couldn't move. I felt as if I couldn't breathe. Before I knew what to do, I felt another pair of hands start massaging my other calf. I jumped and tried to move back in my chair but I felt a set of hands firmly grab one

of my arms and wrists and yet another so forcefully it made me gasp on my other arm.

      What was happening? Where was my Daddy? Oh God, I was so scared but my body seemed to be responding all on it's own. When I felt a mouth clamp down on my right nipple and then another on my left nipple, I arched my back so hard that the chair nearly tipped backward. There were hands all over my body grabbing at me so rough that I couldn't move. My tight little wet pussy was being explored and invaded by so many fingers it was making my head spin, while my clit was being pinched and released over and over again. At exactly the same moment I felt a hot wet mouth close over both my pussy and my mouth and then in perfect timing a strong tongue began raping my mouth as another equally strong tongue started fucking my pussy.

      I was terrified and incredibly excited all at the same time.Where's my Daddy? Is this pleasing him? Is he even still here? Does he know what's happening? Suddenly I was struck with the thought that he left me out there all alone and I was being raped by more men than I knew,because I couldn't see them and my Daddy doesn't even know. I started crying. A man whispered in my ear, "That's right you little slut. We're

taking you. You were out here teasing us with your bald, wet little cunt,just begging for it. You want this don't you, you fucking whore!"

      "No. Please No," I cried. My cries only seemed to excite them more and make them treat my body even more savagely. Then, I felt a hand grab my neck sending shivers up my spine. The strong hand moved to the back of my neck, up the base of my head, up into my hair, and then tighten grabbing a huge fistfull of my long hair, pulling so hard that my head jerked back hard. His voice was close to my ear, quiet but so firm, "Get on the ground slut." "Get on your hands and knees you little whore."

I did as I was told but I couldn't stop crying. The sensations of hands and lips and tongues all over my body was so intense that I nearly couldn't stand it. My bare ass being exposed up in the air like that seemed to be an invitation for the constant slaps that stung so bad that tears were rolling down my cheeks. My head was forced down by my hair onto a big dick, as my head was being pumped up and down. I couldn't even see this man who was fucking my mouth. All the while, my pussy was growing wetter with each slap and suck.

And then, without warning, my head was released and the big hard cock was out of my mouth. Seconds later, I felt the head of a cock searing streight into my wet cunt. It felt so big and forcefull that it could have broken me in two. My pussy was being pounded so hard and deep that it was taking my breathe away. I couldn't help but cry out. The sensation in my pussy

was so intense that I didn't even notice that there were no other hands on me at that moment. When the big hard cock shoved it's way so deep inside me and then stopped, I panicked. I panicked and screamed, "Daddy!"

      Just then I felt a familiar hand run up my spine and say, "shh." "Daddy's here. Daddy's here baby girl."He ran his hand up my back again and into my hair taking off the blindfold. When I opened my eyes, there was no one there. No one but Daddy. It had been my Daddy fucking me!He said, "Shh...come here, it's ok. Come into my arms." Then Daddy picked me up and carried me into the house, into his bed. My body was shaking. Daddy layed down and told me to lay down on top of him so he could hold me tight in his arms.

      "You were always safe my love. You belong to me. Daddy would never let any harm come to you baby girl. I love you baby."

      "I love you too Daddy." There's no where safer in the whole world than wrapped in Daddy's arms. He started kissing my tears away one by one until his lips found mine. I opened my mouth to take Daddy's tongue in. As his tongue completely filled my mouth, his hands slowly rubbed up and down my

body making me squirm in his arms. He reached under me and gently rubbed circles on my swollen hard little clit.

      "Yes, Daddy, Yes." "Fuck me with your big hard cock, Daddy."

      "Yes baby girl, Daddy's going to fuck you." And he reached back and placed the head of his beautiful cock at the entrance of my pussy. My muscles seemed to swallow him in. My Daddy held onto my ass and moved me up and down his shaft as I stared trusting into his face. I needed to feel all of

him, so I sat up taking every inch of his big cock deep into my tight wet cunt. I rocked my hips back and forward rubbing my clit until I heard Daddy say, "Cum for Daddy. Cum for me baby."

      "Oh God Yes!" As I came, he pulled me forward onto his chest and grabed my ass fucking me harder making me scream. "Daddy I can't stop cumming.That feels so good!"

      Then he put his finger in my ass while he pounded me hard and fast making me crazy. My pussy tightened gripping Daddy's cock so tight, milking his shaft for the sweet cum that he shot deep inside me making me explode  again.

      "I love you Daddy." He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me full on the mouth until I collapsed on top of him, falling asleep safely wrapped in the arms of my father