Shattered Aggression

It has been several weeks since the attack in my kitchen. I made the decision to move after that. I moved because I couldn't afford the place since losing my job and needed to downsize. Mainly I moved to avoid the man named "Master." I am terrified that he will kill me one of these days if I should ever really displease him. I will acknowledge that he does things to my body that gives me such pleasure, but that is merely my body's response nothing more.

I've started self medicating recently because the man evades my dreams. When I say dreams I speak of nightmares. I am terrified this man will find me again. I started taking a smoking pot to get any sleep, but some nights it totally misses the mark.

Tonight I took my necessary nightly cocktail and climbed into bed wearing only a simple thin nightgown. For some unknown reason it is working really well tonight and I am out like a light forgetting to turn off the lamp first.

I am awakened to feel my arms being moved above my head. I look up and see my nightmare standing over me completely naked. His body always is an impressive sight. His body is hard and completely muscled. I try to move but my body would not corporate. "You thought that you could hide from me by moving, but I will always find my good cunt who pleases me so well. It appears I spiked your drink while you were in the shower tonight, bitch," i hear the monster say. He has tied my arms outstretched to the headboard with rope. He then pulls my legs downwards and ties them to the foot of the bed.

"Please don't rape me again," I begin to plead with him. "This time you will tell me you want me and you will beg me to fuck you," he informs me. "I will never beg you to do shit to me," I hear myself shout. I hear that menacing laugh as he says directly in my ear, "Wanna bet, whore?" With that being said he climbs into my bed and straddles my hips. I can feel his dick flopping onto my belly. He leans downs and sucks on my neck while squeezing my breast roughly. I wince. His mouth travels down sucking on my skin until he reaches my breasts. He pinches my nipple hard as he bites under my breast. I can feel blood trickling down my side and onto the sheets. "Are you willing to let me fuck you now?" he asks. I merely shake my head vigorously.

"Very well then. I'll continue to convince you, but first you need to get my dick hard," he states. He straddles my face and his nuts are touching me chin. He grabs them and pushes them onto my lips. As i utter the word "no" he forces his sack into my mouth and orders me to suck on them. Feeling as if I have no choice I do as I am instructed. I know better than to bite him this time. I notice that his cock is now stiff and I know he is getting pleasure by me doing this. It encourages me to step up my game thinking this will make the torment end quicker. I hear him deeply inhale as he pinches my nose hard, which forces to stop sucking.

With his nuts out of my mouth he takes his cock towards my mouth. "Open up and let master fuck your mouth," he commands. I do as I am dictated. He inserts himself a little at a time until his cock is touching the back of my throat. He pounds into my mouth for what felt like forever. I start to gag and slightly threw up in my mouth. "Are you ready now to allow me to fuck you, because I am ready to fuck you hard, tramp?" he questions. "Never," I whisper. His look is dark and I am frightened.

He kneels between my legs. With one hand he inserts a couple of fingers into my pussy. "You have been lying to me, bitch. You are wet and ready for me," he screams. "I will never agree to letting you inside," I tell him as his fingers move in and out of me. He quickens the pace of his fingers until I feel I can't stand the pleasure any more. "Say it," he challenges. "I want you to fuck me hard," I hear myself say. "With pleasure," he says as he grabs his cock and rams into my throbbing pussy.

He remains immobile as he inserts his thumb into my asshole. With no movement of his thumb he pounds into me. He pounds long and hard. I will admit to myself that I enjoy being with him like this and probably would find intense pleasure if I was given a choice in the matter. He pushes his thumb further inside of me as I feel my body start to climax. My climax is lengthy and I feel I may die of sheer pleasure. Moments after my climax I feel his seed enter me.

"Did you enjoy my cock tonight?" he questions. "Yes," I admit. "If i cut you lose will you be a good girl and stay where you are?" he asks. I nod. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a knife to cut the rope. As he is putting his clothes back on he informs me, "You will not hide from me again or I will seriously hurt you next time." Feeling a little brave I state, "I will come to you willingly if you promise to quit hurting me." For the first time since meeting him his expression softens a bit. "Very well," he says as he walks out of the door.

Occasional Strangers

It has been several weeks since I sought Clyde out at the bar. I have berated myself on so many different levels for seeking him out that night. It is one thing to go out looking for dick. It is another thing entirely to go out seeking a particular dick. I am a strong independent woman who needs not chase the dick. If the dick wants me he can come and find me.

I am at the grocery store for some much needed food for my house, when my cart collides with another one. I look up to see those eyes I've been avoiding for weeks. For moments we merely stare at each other. "This cannot be happening to me," I mutter to myself. "It is good to see you, Molly," he says as he walks around to me. He walks behind me and fondles my ass with his hands. I gasp, "We can't do this here." "Where would you like to go, pet?" he asks. "Nowhere. We can't keep doing this. I am a strong independent woman who does not need your dick," I inform. "That's your choice," he says as he walks to his cart and maneuvers away from me.

"I've made the right decision," I tell myself as I continue to do my shopping. "What harm would one more encounter cause?" I question myself. I rush through the store seeking Clyde before I can change my mind. When I locate him I walk over to him, I lean in close to him and rub the front of his jeans. I whisper, "Where can we go?" He walks away from his cart towards the back of the store. I follow him almost jogging to keep up.

We enter the ladies restroom and he leads up to a stall. He guides me to sit down on the toilet and unzips his jeans. "I want you to blow me and get my dick super hard so I can fuck you improperly," he exclaims.With fumbling hands I reach into his pants and pull out his cock. He is semi-aroused and bracing himself with his hands on the stall walls. I lean in and lick lightly the hole in the head. Gradually I insert just the head as I stroke him with my hand. I take more and more of his dick into my mouth as I cup his balls firmly with my hands. I take as much of him as I can until I start to gag.

He stands me up. "Take your shorts and panties off," he insists. He sits down on the toilet and has me straddle him. He guides his cock into my already wet pussy. With his hands firmly on my ass he maneuvers me up and down on his dick. He starts out at a sedate pace and quickens the pace with each thrust. Soon he has me pounding fast on top of him. He goes deeper inside of me with each drive. Suddenly my muscles tighten and I feel myself climax on top of him.

"I'm not done, pet," he informs me. He stands me up and bends me over holding onto the tank of the toilet. He probes me from behind. With each pound he goes harder, deeper, and faster. I don't know if I can take much more as I start to cum again. Within seconds he stiffens and pulls out. He shoots his cum into the toilet between my legs.  

He reaches down and picks up my panties and shorts and hands them to me. I begin to redress myself. He pulls up his jeans and fastens them back "Always a pleasure to see you, Molly," he says as he reaches for the lock of the stall. "Clyde," I say stopping his departure. "Would it be possible to see you in a more traditional sense?" "Whatever do you mean, doll?" he asks with a mischievous grin. "I was thinking maybe you could take me out on a simple date and then you could simply take me in every room of my house," I inquire. "I think we could actually do that," he say as he leans over to kiss my cheek. With that he is gone.

I step out of the stall slightly infuriated, because no future plans were made. I am washing my hands and face, when the door of the handicapped stall bangs opens and a grey haired lady with a cane steps out. "If you kids are going to fuck in the grocery store restroom, you could at least be quiet about it," she shouts as she exits. I am so mortified.

Memoirs of the Damned

It has been several weeks since I have been summoned to the office to pleasure Mr. O'Brien. In some ways I have been relieved and others I have been disappointed. I've worked diligently to ensure that no unwanted attention is drawn my way. I am starting to think that something else has caught his attention.

About an hour into work I receive an email from him to report to his office immediately. I am uncertain on what could be on the agenda this morning, but I am praying to the gods that I am not about to lose my job.

I knock lightly on his office door. I hear him tell me to enter. "Kennedy, I have been seriously impressed with your work as of lately. I know I have not sent for you recently, but that does not mean our arrangement has been cancelled. I have merely been swamped with work as of late," he informs me. I simply nod not knowing how to respond.

He walks around the desk to where I am standing. With his thumb he lightly caresses my cheek. "Tell you've been thinking about me and the pleasure we can share together," he inquires. "Mr. O'Brien, I have thought about it more than I should have," I respond. "You must call me Sean when we are in private," he says. I nod.

He leans over and lightly kisses my lips. Until this moment he has yet to kiss me and I am amazed that he is an excellent kisser. He deepens the kiss and slides his tongue inside of my mouth caressing my tongue. I hear myself lightly moan.

With his hand as he continues to kiss me he lifts my skirt enough to slide my panties away from my pussy. He gently rubs my clit until I am silently begging for more. He inserts a finger into my tight cunt."You're ready for me, sweetness," he says as he breaks the kiss and licks his wet finger.

He instructs me to turn around and I hear him unfastening his pants. I hear the pants drop to the floor. Gently he pushed me to bend over the desk. He grabs my ass and caresses the cheeks. With a sudden movement he grabs my hips and thrusts inside with a force I fear will rip me apart, but feels indescribably great. With each thrusts he pounds harder and deeper inside of me. When I feel as if I can't take no more my body betrays me. My muscles tighten and I feel myself orgasm as I have never have before. I moan his name. Moments later he stiffens and reaches his climax. I feel his siemen enter my pussy.

"Shit," he mutters harshly. I look at him with confusion. "Your pussy pleased me so greatly that I forgot to pull out in time. I am praying there will be no unexpected complications," he explains. I don't know what to say yet again so I remain mute.

"Thank you, Kennedy. I am really enjoying our times together," he says to me. "I am also enjoying it, Sean," I admit as much to myself as I am to him. "Next time we will go somewhere where we don't have to be discreet and I will take more time enjoying your tight pussy," he says with a sexy chuckle. He leans over and lightly kisses my lips, when the door opens suddenly. We both jump back slightly.

"That will be all for today, Ms Monroe," he says dismissively. I leave the office immediately not looking back. It finally dawns on me that the woman who entered was his wife when I am back to my desk. Will her presence cause me to lose this job and a man that I am discovering pleasure with?

Broken Aggression

For weeks I have called myself all kinds of a fool. For one I quit my job without another one to fall back on. As for another I realize I have behaved recklessly with my rapist. After our last encounter where he said I could call him "Master," I decided it was in my best interest to stay away from him and his kind. It would be in my best interest to go back to my vanilla life and try to forget that night where my world was changed. I have started to see him as the monster he really is and not some fucking sex god.

Today has been an extremely long day. I have been out looking for a job, because face it I like to eat as much as the next girl. I know I couldn't keep that last job that last job under the circumstances, but fuck it has been hell finding another job.

After I shut the back door and sit my keys on the counter, I hear a familiar voice, "I thought you said you wanted me to fuck you again, yet you never came back for this dick that made you cum so hard." I run towards trying to escape before he could rape me again. I arrive at the door only to be pulled away by my hair so hard that I land on my ass on the kitchen floor. I struggle to get up, but he is straddling me and has me pinned to the floor. "Please, I was wrong about wanting you. Don't rape me again," I beg of him. He merely laughs an evil laugh and replies, "Babe, you can't rape the willing." "I will not be willing. I will fucking fight you," I inform him as I make a mad dash across the kitchen and grab the biggest knife I have.

I stand immobile silently daring him to stay away. I keep my eyes focused on him, and slowly he stalks towards me like a cat hunting its prey. He stands before me and I am unable to move out of fear. "So you want to play with knives, little girl?" he asks as he jerks the knife out of my hands . I remain silent. "On your knees," he demands. I just stand there defiantly refusing to give into his demands. He places my knife to my throat and says, "I said on your mother fucking knees now, bitch." I know he will slice my throat and would not lose any sleep for doing so.

The defiant look remains on my face as I kneel before him. He sets the knife on the counter out of my reach. I keep my eyes focused on his as I hear his pants being unzipped and hear them drop to the floor. "Open your mouth like the good little slut you are," he dictates. I silently refuse and he pinches my nose which forces my mouth to open to breathe. He shoves that massive dick into my mouth as he releases my nose. His cock reaches the back of my throat. As I gag, I bite down on his cock, praying I wound him enough to force him to stop. I see rage in his eyes as he grabs me by the throat and chokes me while he is thrusting into my mouth. "Don't you fucking try to bite me again, cunt, or I will fucking squeeze the life out of you," he yells. I give up the idea of trying to bite off his dick as he begins to stiffen for a climax.

"You're not getting off that easy, whore," he says as he pulls out before he can cum. He grabs me by my arms and drags me over to the table. He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing and throws me face first into the table. He pushes me down onto the table with my ass hanging off of the edge. Silently I pray to Odin to let him kill me now so I can enter Valhalla, but my prayers go unanswered. I close my eyes to that which I can't face anymore. I feel my asshole tear slightly as he plunges his dick inside. I wince with the pain and can feel moisture running down my legs and I know it is my blood. He rams harder with each thrust until I don't believe that I can take anymore.

He pushes me off the table and I land with a thump. He kneels between my thighs and shoves his cock deep into my wet pussy. Roughly he grabs hold of my nipples pulling more and more each time he hammers further inside of me. My body betrays me yet again as I find myself enjoying his rape. I feel my body stiffen as I shake uncontrollably. Moments later I feel myself release.

After my climax he removes his cock and says, "Finish him," and guides my hand to jack him off. I move my hands as tight as I can and work as fast as my hands will move. Within moments he ejaculates. He wipes off the semen with his finger and motions for me to open my mouth. There is no fight left in me and I perform as I am instructed. He stands up and zips up his pants. "Thanks for the good time," he says as he walks out of the back door.

I remain on the floor for a long time after he left. I sob until I have nothing left in me. I will not allow him to catch me unaware again.

The Price of Adultry

My name is Harrison and I am in a marriage to a prude. The bitch refuses to fuck me because she finds no pleasure in sex. A friend of mine, Davis, invited me to an upscale gentlemen's club. Normally I don't debase myself at such places, but tonight I need to fuck. He explained to me that tonight they are auctioning willing women for a night of pleasure for a price. Naturally, I am drawn to this because like I said I need a good fucking and these women can't tell me no.

We arrive exactly on time and find a seat in the middle of the room. The auctioneer begins bringing women out one at a time. There are 20 women to be sold tonight to fulfill a man's sexual desires. The one that catches my eye is a redhead with tattoos. She will be absolutely perfect to unleash my sexual frustrations on.

Two hours later the auction is concluded and the redhead and I are heading to my cabin in the woods. I had the cabin prepared when I decided to go to this auction. She has tried to speak on several occasions and I have told her to keep her fucking mouth closed. If I wanted to talk to a woman I would talk to my wife.

After we enter the cabin I lead her to the bedroom. I can tell by the surprise on her face that all of the sexual gadgets I have here was not what she was expecting. I remove my suit jacket and neatly place it on the chair. I motion for my slut to come to me. She does as I have demand. I remove her jacket and throw it onto the floor. To my amazement she is only wearing a matching bra and panties set. I reach into my pocket and pull out my pocket knife. With a flick of my wrist the blade comes out. I see fear in her eyes as I use the blade to cut the thin strap between her breasts and then cut the straps off. The bra tumbles to the floor. I lean down and bite the top of her tit. Next goes the panties to the floor.

I am pleased to see that her pussy is clean shaven. I motion for her to get onto the bed sideways. I walk over to the armoire and open both doors. I select a 7 inch black cock that is 6 inches in girth for my initial goal for tonight. She can't see what I have because I keep it behind my back. I can see the nervousness in her face and I demand that she keeps her fucking eyes closed until I instruct otherwise. I sit the massive dildo on the ben and I grab her by the the ankles until her cunt is hanging off of the bed slightly.

I grab the didlo and shove it into her pussy expecting it to be dry, but I am shocked to discover that she is abundantly wet already. I keep ramming it in until it won't go any further in. I keep going in and out of her pussy as fast as my hand will allow me. Suddenly her body stiffens and the stupid bitch squirts all over my suit pants.

I walk around to the other side of the bed and drop my pants to my ankles. I pull her head to the edge of the bed. I instruct her to open her mouth for me. I slide my dick into her mouth as far as it will go. She chokes slightly as it goes down into her throat. I move in and out of her mouth, and with each stroke I touch the back of her throat. When I reach the point of almost climaxing, I stop myself.

I walk back to the other side of the bed and pull her towards me and flip her over. I force her ass into the air and push her chest into the bed. I ease into her tight wet pussy and bury my cock as far as it will go while holding her back to keep her chest on the bed. I pound in and out of her pussy not caring if I hurt her. Roughly I squeeze her ass and I hear her wince lightly. I grab her by the hair and pull her up so I can wrap my hands around her throat as I pound her harder. I feel her stiffen and then climax unwillingly. Moments before I climax I push her back down onto the mattress. I remove my throbbing dick and ejaculate all over her back.

I pull my pants back up and fasten them. I reach into my wallet and pull out a $20 bill and throw it on the bed where she still lies motionless. I walk out the door to my car and I don't give one shit on how she will get out of my cabin. "She was a good whore who served my dick well," I think to myself as I drive off.

A Seduction in the Dark of Night

It has been nearly three months since I spoke to Enoch. I have tried to put him out of my head since that day we made love at the spa. Nothing I have done will erase the memory of him or his touch. About a month ago I miscarried his child. I had to grieve in silence, because I knew for a fact this child belonged to Enoch and not Nathan. My heart was utterly broken.

This evening I pick up the phone to call a friend and realized that Nathan was talking to someone. I only listened for a few moments, but my suspicions were confirmed: Nathan is having an affair with a colleague. I grab my cell phone and hurry into the bathroom to hide the call from my husband. I dial the number I memorized what seems like a forever ago. "What do you want now, Willow," he says as a greeting. "I desperately need to see you," I exclaim. "Really?" was the one word response I received. "Yes. Can you meet me at the Hollow Brook Cemetery in about 30 minutes, please," I beg of him. "Yes," he says and the line goes dead.

I rush into the bedroom and remove all of my clothes. I grab an ankle-length coat and fasten it quickly. I rush down the stairs to the front door. "Where the hell are you going in the middle of the night?" Nathan demands. "Your father and I had some unsettled business and I desperately need to see him," I explain. The tears rolling down my face must have been enough to convince him that I was telling the truth, because he said nothing more as he turned and walked away.

I run all the way to the cemetery and start to pace. I am nervous at the prospect of seeing Enoch again. I wait and wait, and he doesn't appear. Enoch has never made me wait before, but this time he is over 30 minutes late. I am about to give up when I hear his sexy voice demand, "What the fuck do you want, Willow?" "I was wrong, Enoch. I never should have let you go. These past few months have been hell without you. Can we just pick you where we left off?" I ask in a pleading and desperate tone as he starts to pace. Silence is the only response I recieve. I push him towards a crypt and I try to kiss him. He pushes me back and I fall onto my ass. "I've moved onto someone far less fucking complicated," he shouts at me as starts walking away from me.

With tear rolling freely down my face I stand up and remove my jacket. I allow it to fall to the ground, and shout, "I am yours." He turns to face me, and then rushes to me. His mouth descends upon mine revealing the fact there is no one else for him. He kisses me with a passion that he has never shown me before. He pushes me up against the crypt never taking his mouth off of mine. He breaks away for a moment to remove his clothing.

He is gloriously naked in the moonlight as he lifts my legs to circle his waist. His mouth returns to mine as he pounds into with a hunger of a man who had been starving. He continues to thrust into my wet pussy while roughly clasping my breasts until I stiffen and climax.

"I'm not ready to cum," he whispers into my ear and lays me down on top of a grave. Slowly he enters me while lightly touching my breasts and kissing my neck. With each thrust his urgency increases until both of us stiffen and climax. He rolls me over and I lay my head on his chest. I open my mouth to speak, but he lightly touches my lips with one finger. "Words are unnecessary," he says.

We simply lie there listening to the breaths of the other for a long time. "You should probably head home soon, if you want to continue to keep us a secret," he says. "Please give me some time to figure out how I want to handle my marriage," I request. "Will you still see me during this time?" he questions. "I would rather die than to not see you," I say as I walk away.

A Seduction So Real

It has been a week since we laid my father in law to rest. Everyday Enoch sends me a text message and I refuse to respond to every text he sends. I am ashamed of the level that I have betrayed my husband. I can't seem to control myself around Enoch.

This morning an arrangement of gardenias arrive at the house with an invitation to a spa for a full body massage. I don't have to look to see who it's from to know that it is Enoch's way of making amends and trying to comfort me.

I arrive at the spa an hour later and the attendant ushers me into a room. She instructs me to get dressed as she turns on a CD of relaxing music.I take off my clothes and lay down chest first on the table while absorbing the music lightly playing. I hear the door open and close slowly. I feel strong hands lightly massaging my back working down towards my ass. I feel a light kiss on my ass that startles me. I jump off the table and turn to see Enoch standing before me.

"No need to be frightened, my darling. It is only me," he says. "How the fuck did you get in here?" I ask. "Please forgive me, but I needed to see you and you wouldn't respond to my messages," he informs. "Enoch, please we can't keep doing this. Nathan is going to find out and I will be ruined," I exclaim. "Willow, there's no reason that Nathan find out. We have been discreet, and I can ensure that he won't find out," he says. "Enoch, this has to end, because I can't live a life of secrets. You are like a drug to me that I can't get enough of. This will be our last time together" I finding myself uttering. "Then so be it," he says as he pulls me close to him and his mouth crashes into mine.

He continues to kiss my lips as he eases me down upon the table. "Please," I beg of him. "I want you inside of me now." With haste he removes his clothes and stands before me looking 100% aroused and ever so manly. He crawls onto the table and spreads my legs. With his first finger he inserts it into my wet pussy. "You are indeed ready for me," he exclaims as he thrusts inside of me and lowers his lips to mine. With each thrust I feel myself spiralling higher and higher until I feel the dam burst and my pussy squirts. Moments later I feel his body stiffen as he reaches his climax.

For what feels like minutes he simply holds me and lightly kisses the side of my face. "Willow, our time here is up. Are you certain that you wish to end our affair?" he instructs and questions. "Enoch, you know I don't want to end this, but it is the right thing to do, because I am a married woman," I explain. I see the hurt in his eyes as I get dressed. "I'm sorry, Enoch, I thought I could do it but I can't," I say with my back to him. I simply walk out the door without looking at the sorrow I know is in his eyes.

Memoirs of the Deflowered

On Friday Mr. O'Brien summoned me to his office and basically demanded that I fulfill his sexual desires secretly to maintain my job at his company. I have had all weekend to ponder this scenario. Losing my job isn't really an option for me, and the idea of fucking such a sexy man does please me. I don't see how this could not be a win win for me as long as I keep him pleased.

On this Monday morning I have taken great care with my appearance to look extremely sexy even down to lingerie. I was even on time for work today and I am extremely pleased with myself. About an hour before lunch I receive a phone call that I had been expecting. The boss would like to see me. I would like to think that he couldn't get me off of his mind either.

I knock lightly on the door and he answers it motioning for me to come inside. He locks the door behind us. He leads me over to the black leather couch and has me sit down. He stands directly in front of me as he unfastens his pants and lets them fall to the floor. I don't know which is a bigger surprise: he's wearing no underwear or that his dick is extremely huge.

I reach out and carass the head of his cock with feather light fingertips. I pay special attention to that sensitive spot near the head of his dick. I use my tongue to lightly stroke that special area. I hear him lightly gasp with pleasure. Slowly I place his dick inside my mouth as I stroke him gently with my hand. With each stroke I take more and more of him inside my mouth. He removes my hand with his large hand and urges me to take more and more of him into my mouth. When I don't think I can take more of him, he places both of his hands on the back of my head pulling me deeper and deeper. He guides my head to quicken the pace. With my hand I fondle his balls gentle at first until I am kneading him with all of the strength of my hand. I feel him stiffen moments before I feel his salty cum roll down my throat.

He pulls his pants back up and fastens them. He grabs me by my hand and leads me to the door. He kisses my cheek lightly moments before he opens the door. I exit the office and the door closes behind me. For the first time in my life I have found pleasure in orally pleasing a man. This is going to be an excellent experience for me.

Memoirs of the Desperate

My name is Kennedy Monroe and I am fucking screwed. About six months ago my husband left me for the pool boy, and now I am working to try to take care of three kids with no help. Last night my 2 year old was up all night throwing up and today I am officially late for work again. I am hoping that it has gone unnoticed by the powers that be, but I realize that my luck has run out when the line to my phone in my cubicle rings. "Shit," I swear under my breath.

I have been summoned to the office of my head boss. My legs are shaking as I tell his secratary who I am and that I have been summoned to see him. She picks up the phone and mutters something I cannot hear. She motions for me to follow her and leads me to his office. She knocks on his door lightly and enters. She informs me of who I am. He tells her to close the door behind her and see to it that he is not disturbed until he says otherwise. She leaves and he walks over to the door and I hear the lock engage. I sence that something is not quite right but I remain motionless.

"Mrs. Monroe, it has been brought to my attention that we are having issues with your attendence as of lately. Six months ago you were on the fast track to going somewhere and now you're steadily declining," he states as he leans on his desk with his arms folded in front of him. "Sir, I am so sorry. My husband left us six months ago and it is just me and three kids. I am really trying to balance out three kids and a full time job. I really need to this job," I inform him. "We need a 100% performance here and I can't count on you for that as of late. How desperate are you to maintain this job?" he asks. "Sir, I don't understand what you mean," I reply. "Are you willing to trade sexual favors to keep your job?" he inquires. I stand there mute for a moment with my mouth open wide. I am horrifically shocked that he would ask this of me. I am not horrified to actually fuck him, because he is downright sexy and so fuckable, but he is my boss. "This propositon does not leave this room and everything that happens between us should remain between us. We need to be discreet, because I do not wish for my wife to find out. I need an answer now or you can pack up and go home," he continues. Surprisingly I hear myself say, "Yes."

"I shall call you Kennedy in this room and you shall call me Sean," he informs. "I make up the rules and you will do what is required of you if you want to remain at O'Brien Enterprises." "Yes, sir," I say quietly. "Kennedy, I want to see what I am gambing for. Take down your hair," he demands. I remove the pins from my hair and the black cascades down my back in long waves. "Very beautiful. You should wear it down more," he says. "I will do whatever you ask of me," I tell him. "I want you to slowly take all of your clothes off. I want you to do it in a seductive manner," he instructs. Slowly I remove my clothes one piece at a time and allow them to fall to the floor in a pile. When I remove my bra, I allow my fingers to graze both of my nipples in a seductive manner. I pull down my panties and bend over with my ass facing him at give him a view.

Once I am standing there completely naked and trembling, he says, "Rub your clit, Kennedy. I want you to imagine that I am doing it and not you." I rub my clit in slow motions. Normally I have no issues getting myself off, but in this situation I am nervous and I want to please him. Slowly I feel the pressure building inside of me and feel a slight release. "You pleased me greatly today, Kennedy. Get dressed and get back to work," he instructs. I put my clothes back on and make myslef look more presentable. "I will call you soon and I expect you to be available when I call," he says as he leads me out of the door. Before I can respond the door is closed and I am just standing there. I stand there for a few mintutes pondering if I can fuck my sexy boss to keep my job. Well it is a no brainer. Fuck yes I can fuck my boss. It could be fun.

A Seduction in Grief

Three days ago we received word that Nathan's dad has died of a massive stroke. There was no love lost for my father in law, but I would never have wished him dead. Today is the day of the funeral. I am dressed in a simple yet elegant black dress and fuck me high heels. As the minister droans on about the accomplishments of the dead man, I hear the back door open. To my surprise as I live and breathe Enoch Claybourne is standing there in an elegant black suit and matching tie. I feel my heart begin to beat faster with each breath I take. Finally as the minister ends with a closing prayer I feel my heart beating at a normal rythym.

Nathan and I are standing at the front of the church receiving the well wishes of all the attendees. Enoch walks up and offers a hand and his condolences to Nathan. He walks away and I start to feel a panic welling up in my chest. I cannot give into the temptation which is Enoch today. I tell Nathan I am not feeling well and rush off to the restroom.

As I open the door to enter the restroom I feel a hand on my lower back urging me to go inside. "Enoch, we cannot do this here. It would be highly disrespectful and in serious poor taste," I explain to him. "Willow, since the night at the opera, I can't seem to get you out of my head," he says as he leans down and kisses me. I am completely lost with the touch of his lips to mine.

He checks the door to ensure it is locked and lifts me onto the counter. "I must take care with you, sweetness, and not muss your pretty dress." he whispers in my ear as he unfastens his pants. He moves my panties to the side as he enters me gently as his face never leaves mine. He kisses me as he moves slowly in and out of me. His hands are on my lower back as he pulls me deeper with each thrust. I feel my body tighten as my climax unleashes and I breathe his name. He pulls out his cock moments before he ejaculates.

After we are presentable he pulls me into his arms and holds me for what felt like a moment. "Baby, you need to head back before you are missed. I don't want to complicate your life anymore than I already have," he explains. I merely nod and leave the restroom.

On the limo ride home Nathan asks, "Didn't you think it was weird that Mr. Claybourne showed up for my father's funeral?" "No. I think your boss may just be a stand up guy," I say as I gaze out the window wishing it was Enoch with me and not my husband.

Intentional Strangers

Tonight I enter the same bar that I entered nearly a month ago. I am hoping to run into the man that has awakened a foreign passion in me I never knew I had. For the past month he is in my nightly erotic dreams. I need to feel his touch again. Will he be here tonight?

I glance around the bar and I spot him sitting at the end of the bar all alone. I take a deep breath trying to contain the rapid beat of my heart. I walk to the end of the bar and stand next to his stool. I decide to pretend that I haven't recognized him yet. "You look familiar. Have we met before?" he inquires of me. "I think we have about a month ago here. My name is Molly," I inform him. "I'm Clyde," he says.

The bartender makes his way around the bar and is heading towards me. Clyde stands up directly behind me, and places his left hand on the bar. I feel his right hand lift up the front of my skirt and slides down inside of the front of my panties. I try not to moan as the bartender takes my order for a rum and coke. He says unfazed he wants a bud in the bottle. As I wait for my drink order to appear, I feel my panties drop to the floor. I gasp softly in surprise.

He rubs my clit with one hand. He draws small circles slowly at first and increases the pace. With his left hand he enters my pussy as the bartender places our drinks on the bar. I gasp and the bartender looks at me with a bewildered expression. "I am surprised by how quickly you brought the drinks to us," I inform him as Clyde continues to thrust inside of me with his fingers.

He removes his fingers and licks them. "You taste good and I want to get a better taste of you," he explains to me. He grabs my hand and leads me out of the back exit of the bar.

Once we are outside of the bar he pushes me back to wall. He kneels before me as I open my legs. With his tongue he draws small circles on my clit until I am moaning uncontrollably. "You drive me mad," he explains as he unfastens his pants. He presses into me and I can feel his pulsing need between my legs. He urges me to lift my legs and wrap them around his waist.

He thrusts his hard cock into my wet pussy with an urgent need. He thrusts and thursts. With each thrust he pounds into me harder and harder. Before I realize what is happening I feel my climax moments before I feel his climax. He lays his head on my shoulder until his breathing becomes more normal and urges my feet to the ground.

He fastens his pants and touches my cheek with his hand. "Thanks for the release, kitten," he says as he walks back into the bar. I walk quickly back to my car and head home. It is then that I realize I never took a sip of my drink nor did I even pay for it.

Carnal Pleasure Revised

It has been a month since I laid eyes on Sebastian or his brother, Tristan. My marriage is still sexually unfulfilled, and now I can see where sex with my husband is lacking. I found a form of passion with the brothers that I never found with my husband. He's an accountant for fuck's sake.

The phone rings about an hour after my husband has left for work. I look at the caller id and realize that it is Sebastian calling. My pulse quickens as I hastily answer, "Hello." "Hi, Grace. I've missed touching your body," he says. "Maybe we should do something about that," I suggest. "Can you be ready for me in about an hour?" he inquires. "I am sure I can arrange something," I declare. We hang up and I take a long shower to prepare for his arrival.

Exactly an hour later I hear the doorbell and I answer it wearing only a towel. He comes in and closes the door behind him. "Where shall we try today?" he asks of me. "Let's go upstairs and I'll allow you to pick the room for pleasure," I answer. We climb the stairs and walk down the hall to the last door, which happens to be the master's suite. He opens the door and I follow him inside. I allow the towel to finally drop as I close the door behind us. He motions for me to follow him into the master bath.

He lifts me up onto the counter and steps back from me. "Spread your legs and touch yourself for me to see as I get undressed," he instructs. I do as I am told. I get such pleasure out of watching this virile man simply take his clothes off.

He moves my hands away as his mouth descends onto my clit. He rubs his tongue over my most sensitive spot. I let out a long moan as he places two fingers inside my pussy. With his tongue and fingers fucking me at a rapid pace. I moan his name as the bathroom door crashes open and my husband barges inside. "Nathan," I scream, "What are you doing home?" "Apparently, I came home in time to watch my wife get fucked by the help," he responds. "This is my cue to leave," says Sebastian as he reaches down for his clothes. "Don't stop on my account," Nathan informs him. Sebastian and I wear astonished expressions and we don't know what to do or expect now.

"Well, Sebastian, it appears that I have you by the balls, metaphorically speaking of course," Nathan says. "Sir, I meant no disrespect," Sebastian informs him. "Let me inform you two how this is going to work. You will continue fucking and I will tell you how to fuck her," he states with fury on his face. Sebastian attempts to say something but Nathan cuts him off, "You will only fuck her when and how I tell you to or that pretty wife of yours will be getting the videos of you fucking my wife in the kitchen and in the billiard room. Do you comprehend?" Sebastian merely nods.

Nathan directs Sebastian to bend me over the bathroom counter. He is instructed to enter me from behind while squeezing my breasts. He tells Sebastian to squeeze them until I yelp as he pounds me from behind. Sebastian does as he's instructed. I refuse to scream out when the pain in my breasts becomes intense. I start to feel some pleasure in that pain as I feel the muscles in my pussy tighten. I feel my release coming and moments later I feel Sebastian stiffen and climax.

Nathan tells Sebastian to get dressed and wait a moment. He walks over to where I am standing. He runs his fingers in the cum still on my cunt and then licks the cum off of his fingers. "Not bad for the first time," he says to us. "You will come and service my wife whenever I call you and only when I call you," he addresses Sebastian. Sebastian just nods. "Now get the fuck out of my house," he screams.

Nathan turns to me, "Get cleaned up you dirty bitch."

Carnal Pleasure Rebound

I am still fuming about Sebastian's behavior the next morning as I am making my first cup off coffee. How dare he treat me with such disrespect? My husband is still home and eating breakfast while reading the paper. I am ready for him to leave. He has been curious about my foul behavior since yesterday. I can't tell him that the handyman has me sexually frustrated.

When I think my mood can't get any worse my phone rings and I recognize the number from the caller ID as Sebastian's. I swear in my head. My husband looks at me and asks, "Are you going to fucking answer that?" "Hello," I say answering the phone. "Good morning, Grace. Yesterday while I was there I was so distracted by your services that I forgot to get payment for my services," he declares. "I do apologize for that," I say through my teeth. "I will make that up to you today. I can't come over myself today, because I am swamped, but my brother, Tristan, will be over for the payment," he informs me. "That'll be fine," I hear myself say. We hang up and my husband is looking at me with a questioning look. "That was the handyman who fixed the sink yesterday, and it appears I forgot to pay him," I inform him with a nervous laugh. He reaches into his wallet and hands me money, and says "Give him a decent tip out of this for not making you wait for his services." "He's making me fucking wait for his sexual services," I think to myself, but I say to my husband nonchalantly, "Sure no problem."

About 30 minutes after my husband leaves for work I hear the doorbell. I look through the peephole to confirm it is Tristan. The name on the shirt confirms it and he is carrying what appears to be a tool box. As I open the door his hand snakes out and grabs me by the throat and pushes me into the foyer wall. "Please don't hurt me," I beg of him. He replies, "Sebastian tells me that he left you hanging yesterday and that you needed to be properly fucked today. I don't know about proper fucking, but I do know about improper fucking and you'll be begging me for more before I am done."

Before I can react he drags me by the hair into the first open door which is the billiard room and sits down the toolbox. He closes and locks the door. His hand unleashes me and I run for the door. He grabs the back of my nightgown and the thin fabric rips. "Whore, I like a woman who fights me," he claims. "I am not a fucking whore," I scream. He grabs both of my nipples roughly and uses them to pull me closer to him. "What do you call a woman that fucks someone who's not her husband," he whispers in my ear. "You call her a whore and today you will be my whore, willingly or unwillingly. The choice is yours."

I stand there naked and mute pondering the circumstances before me. "I will come to you willingly," I inform him. "That's a good slut," he responds with mischief in his eyes. He takes his clothes off and he is gloriously aroused. He is covered in tattoos. I unknowingly lick my lips. "Like what you see, tramp?" he questions. "Yes," I mutter.

He is standing before me and pushes me to my knees. He grabs his dick and pushes himself towards my mouth. I hesitate opening for him and he pinches my nose so hard that I am forced to open my mouth. With his cock in my mouth and both of his hands holding onto the back of my head he rocks back and forth. With each thrust he goes deeper and deeper until I gag.

He pushes me back and I fall onto my ass. He reaches into his toolbox and pulls out somethings I can't see what are. He lifts me into his arms and throws me onto the pooltable. I see the rope as he ties my arms and legs to the pooltable. My crotch is hanging slightly off of the table. I open my mouth to question what he is going to do when he places a ball gag into my mouth. He places a blindfold over my eyes. I whine at the discomfort. He bites my nipple hard and tells me to shut the fuck up.

I feel him enter my asshole with his aroused dick. My entire body stiffens as he thrusts in and out not attempting to be gentle at all. My asshole has never been used for the pleasure of a man. With each thrust I feel myself starting to relax and I realize that I am enjoying it.

He removes himself and I feel something cold and slick being inserted into my asshole. If I had to guess it is a glass buttplug. I feel him thrust his cock into my vagina. He pounds me hard until I feel myself stiffen and release as he stiffens and release. I feel his cum running down my legs as he removes the gag. His fingers scoop up some of the ejaculation and he shoves it into my mouth.

He unties me and has me standing in front of him. "You're a dirty bitch," he says with a sneer.

He forces me back onto my knees and instructs me to lick off the sexual juices from him. Once he is satisfied that he is properly cleaned he stands me on my feet. "I'll be needing that payment," he says as he smacks me on the ass. I sorely walk into the kitchen to retrieve the money for the sink as he is getting dressed.

He kisses me on the forehead as he grabs the money, and says, "We'll have to do that again soon. You're such a good whore with a great pussy that's tight on my large cock." He walks out the door not waiting for my response. I wonder to myself if I would like to have Tristan inside me again and I believe I do.

Carnal Pleasure Rendered

First thing the next morning after my husband leaves for work, I find myself hunting for the business card that Sebastian had left the day before. I hear the phone ringing and then his sexy, deep voice is answering. "Hi, this is Grace Tillman," I say after he says, "Hello." "Who?" he asks. "You came over yesterday to fix my sink, but we were distracted and the sink never was fixed," I respond with a giggle. "Mmmmm, yeah, I forgot to finish. Should I come over sometime this week and finish the job?" he inquires. "I was thinking more along the lines of you finishing what you started today," I inform him. "I think I can squeeze you in first thing this morning. Will you be ready for me in say a half an hour?" he asks. "I will be more than ready," I tell him.

Exactly an hour later I hear a knock on the door. I answer the door wearing only the smile he left me with yesterday. "My my, you are more than ready for me this morning," he whispers in my ear as his hand cups my entire vagina. I feel myself gasp with unexpected pleasure. "You can have all of me you want, but first the sink has to be fixed or my husband might suspect something," I instruct him. "Yes, ma'am, you're the boss," he replies. "You're right. I am the boss and you will do as I instruct today," I tell him.

Sebastian starts working on the sink and I plop my ass on the counter beside the sink with my legs spread wide. I am spread wide open so he can see what I am doing. I suck on my fingers mimicking the act of sucking his dick. I hear him take in a deep breath as I take my fingers and start rubbing on my clit. His head leans down and he licks my clit. I start to squirm after a short while as I mutter, "Darling, you need to finish the sink so I can finish you. I slowly insert my fingers into my vagina and remove them to lick the wetness off of them.

"Sweetheart, I am finished, and we need to locate somewhere different where I can fuck you improperly," he informs me. He helps me off the counter, and I lead him into my husband's office by grabbing his hand. I close the door behind us. "Sweet cheeks, you are way overdressed. You need to remove all of your clothes," I say and immediately he complies until he is standing there in all his glory wear only what the gods gave him.

He is hard all over and his arousal for me is overly obviously. I use my hands and allow them to lightly touch every inch of him. "You're killing me, woman," he states. I whisper, "Hush," as I kneel down in front of him and begin to worship his beautiful cock with my hands. I pay complete attention to the slight indent at the head of his dick. With my tongue I stroke that sensitive spot as I fondle his thick balls. Gradually I take him into my mouth taking in more of him with each stroke. He places both of his hands on the back of my head increasing the speed until I feel him stiffen and I feel his seed spill into my mouth and down my throat.

"I must go back to work," he informs me. "What the fuck? I took care of you and you're leaving me here all fucking aroused," I demand of him. He smacks me on the ass and says, "I'll make sure you are properly fucked tomorrow to make up for today." He walks out the door saying nothing more as I am still fuming. "Fucking man!" I scream as I grab my husbands stapler and throw it across the room.

A Seduction in Matrimony

"Dammit," I think. I cannot get Enoch out of my head. He has introduced passion to me that I never knew existed. I have discovered that I am repulsed by Nathan's touch and he is my husband. I find myself dreaming passionate dreams about my forbidden lover.

Nathan informed me about a week ago that he has a business associate's wedding that we must attend. I am excited by the news because it has been nearly a month since I have laid eyes on Enoch and I am hoping he will be there.

Nathan and I arrive at the wedding together. He informs me that the electric blue gown that I opted to wear makes me look like a streetwalker with my tits spilling out everywhere. I knew what I was doing. I wanted to look exceptionally sexy in case Enoch was here.

I keep my eyes focused on my surroundings without being obvious about it. Enoch is nowhere in sight. I am feeling rather disappointed, when I hear a familiar voice acknowledge Nathan. It is Enoch. I feel myself turning into an eternal puddle of desire. Nathan introduces me to Enoch as if we had never met. I bite my tongue and suppress the urge to giggle. Enoch asks, "Nathan, can I steal a dance with this enchanting creature that you call wife." Nathan merely nods and Enoch leads me out to the dance floor.

"It feels great to be in your arms again, because I have been craving your touch," I inform him. "You need only call me when you feel such needs," he tells me. "I'll have to keep that in mind," I declare. His response is: "You can have me now if you desire. Go into the restroom and I'll meet you in the garden." After saying that he walks off.

I don't know what to do. My husband is here and so is my lover. I desire my lover as i do not desire my husband. I find my feet leading me into the restroom where i remove my panties as I was instructed. My feet take me out into the garden and into the arms of my lover.

He leans down and gently kisses me. As his kiss increases in urgency, the rain begins to fall. He pushes me up against the tree. My hands tremble with desire as I unfasten his pants. I free his beautiful cock and slowly caress him. "My beauty, we do not have time for all that," he makes me aware of. As he lifts me up onto his dick, my legs wrap around him. As he is pounding inside of me, he kisses my neck and caresses my ass. For a few minutes I am in heaven. I feel an urgency inside me increase and i begin to stiffen as my release comes. Immediately after I feels him stiffen and with such force he pulls out of me as his seed spills upon the ground.

Enoch places me back onto the ground and he tells me, "You cannot go back in there." "Why not?" I ask in a pleasure daze. With a crooked grin he replies, "You look freshly fucked, my dear." "What am I going to do?" I ask. "Tell your husband that you are suddenly feeling ill," he offers as he smacks my ass and walks away.

I find a waiter near the door and ask him to deliver a message to my husband about my sudden illness. I hail a cab and head home. I ponder what have I become. I have become the whore for a man who is not my husband.

Accidental Strangers

I purposely walk into a bar utterly alone. My mission is to find a man tonight and allow him to screw my brains out. Sexually I am in a real dry spell. I can't remember the last time I got laid. I am hoping to find a virile man that has enough stamina to last for hours.

I pull up a stool at the bar and order a shot of tequila. I down the first shot and order a second. While waiting on my order to come, I gaze around the bar to see if there's a man that could possibly fill my needs and me. I realize my good luck as I notice all the men in the bar are wearing biker cuts. I know I will find what I am looking for. Across the room I see a broad shouldered man leaning against the wall. He is standing alone. I down the shot the bartender places in front of me for courage.

As I continue to gaze at him, I realize he is looking at me. I feel a thrill run through me. I find myself walking towards him and he starts walking towards me. "Hey there," I hear him say. I respond, "Hi, big guy. How would you feel about getting out of here and going to my place where you can fuck my brains out?" "I have a better idea. Why don't we just fill your need right here and right now?" he questions as he guides me to a booth in the back corner of the bar. My legs are shaking. I have never had sex in a public place before. "I want you to crawl under the table, pull my cock out and suck it like a good little girl," he insists.

I crawl under the table and unfasten his pants. I pull out his cock and to my amazement he is bigger than I expected. I lick just the tip while rubbing the sensitive spot near the head of his shaft. I hear him exhale. I take just the head into my mouth as I caress him with my tongue. I slowly start going further down on his dick until I can go no further. I feel his hands on the back of my head forcing me to take more and more of him with each stroke. I gag as his dick goes into my throat. I hear him groan with each stroke of my mouth.

"Get up from there," he demands and I comply. He has me sit on the table. He pushes my skirt up and pulls out a knife, which he uses to cut off the tiny straps of my panties. With his fingers he rubs my clit. I clamp a hand over my mouth as I start to moan. "Remove your hand," he orders. "What if someone hears me?" I ask. "Then they will know you are being well pleasured," he informs me. I comply with his wishes.

He pulls my shirt off and then my bra as I am still sitting on the table. I am a bit uneasy and look around to see if anyone is noticing. I see no one glancing our way. He inserts a finger into my tight, wet pussy as he begins to suck on my breasts. I moan with pleasure as I feel my need to cum increases until i feel the dam break as I cry out.

"My turn," he says as he guides me into a standing position and pushes me tit first into the table. I feel his hand lift my skirt and roughly grab my ass. I feel him shove his cock into my wet throbbing pussy. He does not even attempt to be gentle as he pounds me from behind. I feel the pressure building inside me again. I feel the pressure inside of me release as he stiffens and I feel his seed spill into me.

He immediately fastens his pants and smacks me on the ass. "Thanks for the fuck," he says as he walks away. Quickly I put my clothes on and look around. I am curious where he went and I can't locate him. I do see a man smiling at me. "Thanks for the show," he says as he rubs his cock. I am mortified as I run out of the bar to my car. I guess I got what I was looking for: to get fucked. I didn't even catch his name and I doubt he wants to see me again. Fuck my life. I wanted round 2.