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I want to write my name on your clit with my tongue so you remember that you are claimed and owned!

I need that "I-just-got-out-of-prison-and-I've-not-had-pussy-in-three-years!" level fucking!

Electrify me with your energy!

My cock knows where home is, no GPS needed

This is part 2 of this

Post Examination

“Are you OK, Dr. Simpson? You looked flushed?”

“No, nurse, I'm fine. The patient is ready to leave if you will assist her and give her her next appointment. I'll be in my office for a moment.”

“Of course, doctor. Your next appointment canceled, so you have time to catch up on dictation.”

“Thanks.”

I slid the door to my office shut and plopped into my chair with such force that it swiveled halfway around. I stare at the citations and certificates lining my wall as I pluck several tissues from the box and dab my forehead off the unexpected amount of sweat there. No wonder my nurse was concerned.

Hundreds, no, thousands of patients and consultations, and I've always maintained a professional detachment. Sure, there have been many moments of flirtations that I have fended off with practiced acuity, some even tempting for a flash of a moment, but none lingered for more than a few uncomfortable seconds – until now.

I finger the tip of my pin, still in my jacket pocket. She's so different from her sister, Lauren. They look alike, have the same adorable faces designating that they are sisters, and have the same immaculate bodies (WTF am I thinking!).

It was even easy to ignore Lauren's obvious flirtations, but with Blair...fuck, I need to stop! Pulling the pen from my pocket, I marvel it is still moist. It glides with slick ease through my fingers. Lifting it to my nose, the faint aroma is scintillating and I inhale a deep drought of it. My tongue flicks out with a will of its own.

She.tastes.incredible.

Damn it! I grab more tissues and wipe the pen clean. I can't do this! Fortunately, signing off on charts and dictation is all electronic, but the lure of the pen is omniscient in my mind, distracting me, much like the faint, undisguised moans she made during her examination.

Next time, I had better have a nurse with me when she comes in...or not.

The Dinner

Your promised special evening couldn't have been better. Dinner at the posh restaurant, even though you made me eat new things that I've tried before (surprisingly delicious although I won't tell you that, haha), wine, though I usually don't drink it, was amazing. I had always thought all wine tasted like that inexpensive vinegar that I had tried before. But at $250 a bottle, my eyes were opened to the explosion of flavors that I never knew could exist together. My head is still spinning but I don't know if it is from the wine or the giddiness of being on your arm, our finally being together after so long.

Not even the cool night air upon leaving the restaurant could clear my head. It was as though the pleasure of being with you clouded all other perceptions, making even the lights of the parking lot glow oddly, like a watercolor painting where colors bled beautifully across lines that shouldn't be crossed.

Suddenly, a grip that was not your own ripped me from your arm. I hadn't heard anyone approach, but we were surrounded by bodies and I felt tossed from one set of hands to another. I cannot find my voice – was that from the wine, or was it more? Even your voice echoed like from a tunnel instead of clearly like you are but a few feet from me. Your protests, angry and loud cannot make me shake the cloud that has settled on my mind. Faces flash briefly before my eyes – isn't that the face of the waiter who served the wine? Too late to decide as the black hood shuts out the dim light of the parking lot.

I can't hear your voice any longer. Oddly, my concern is for your safety more than my own as the vehicle that I've been tossed into rumbles off across speed bumps, ignoring any sense of safety as we speed to some destination – where? Where am I being taken? I can't think, not from fear – that makes your senses sharper. No, this lingering feeling has to be from something else. Could it have been the wine that tasted so good? Did the sweet savor disguise something more sinister within? I don't have time to ponder it as we pull into what I guess is a driveway and screech to a stop. My abductors have been strangely quiet, not responding to my pleas to let me go or explain what is happening. The doors open and this time the shock of the night air not only doesn't clear away my confusion but seems to make this less clear.

The burly chest that had held me fast at the parking lot now practically lifts me from my seat, half carrying me and half leading, and takes me up some steps and through a door that slams loudly behind me. I know I should be feeling more fear than I am, but my body responds oppositely, almost tingling in anticipation of the unknown. My wrists had been secured when I was first grabbed. Now they are released from my bonds but not from multiple grips as I am spun around and pushed against what I assume is a wall. There I am held as item after item of my clothing is taken – ripped, from my body, yet I cannot find the words to protest. My tongue is tied by what I am now convinced was more than just wine. Drugs perhaps? Had to have been to make my fear be replaced by the strange euphoria.

As each piece of clothing is pulled away, it is replaced by rough, searching hands or damp clamping lips. My skin has become a canvas to be painted by forceful tongues behind sensual lips and pressing fingers that electrify my senses. I feel my nipples grow hard against my will as they are circled simultaneously by two tongues, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shivers from the top of my spine to the end of my toes. I open my mouth to protest but the only thing to escape is a deep sigh of pleasure at all the sensations that are exploding all over my body. The hood over my head is pulled up halfway so that my eyes are still covered and then secured behind my head so that it becomes a binding mask. But one flash of light before the task is completed lets me see a sliver of the face of one of my captors. I have to be drugged because it looked for that instant like my Dom's co-worker who I had met only briefly once but had made an impression by his rugged, handsome features. No, it could not be, could it?

The thought is ripped from my mind as my gaping mouth, gasping at growing pleasure from being touched from so many directions at once, is suddenly filled with two fingers. Instead of defensively biting it, I find myself sucking them, tasting my juices on them, realizing that they were the ones that had just now stopped pumping my unresisting pussy, now dripping with evidence of my excitement mixed with fear. I moaned at the wonderful taste of myself as other fingers took the place of those that were now in my mouth. My hips involuntarily pump onto the hand that is against me while his (I assume his) fingers are curling against my inner walls and are driven relentlessly as deep as they can go into my tightness.

The owner of the ones in my mouth must be satisfied that I will not bite him, because the fingers are briefly pulled out and replaced by a thick, throbbing cock which I eagerly take in, licking and sucking as it literally fills my mouth. My moans as I suck it must seem like a vibrator to its owner because I hear the first sounds from him as he growls his pleasure at my tongue swirling around his tip. I know it shouldn't, but the sound urges me on and I feel his cock start to pulse against the roof of my mouth and I realize he is close to cumming. But I can't think about that now as fingers are withdrawn from my drenched pussy and replaced by another cock, thicker and longer than the one that fills my mouth. I struggle against the hands holding my wrists down. They probably would allow them to be free if they knew that I only wanted to stroke the cock that trembles against my lips. Where is the fear that I should be feeling? The disgust at being ravaged by I don't know who? It could be anyone, but whatever was in the wine has me not caring as long as the cock in my pussy keeps filling me over and over with those long, deep strokes.

The owner of the cock in my mouth pulls out suddenly and I almost cry out in disappointment as I feel his hot load spill out over my boobs, which only moments before had had two sets of lips attached to each nipple. How many of them are there, anyway? I have no way of knowing and actually don't care as long as they don't stop. That is until I hear, “OK, guys, she's ready for me. Back off.”

My heart nearly stops. Even through the drug-induced fog of pleasure, I recognize your voice. As they remove the mask/hood, you are standing naked in front of me, your cock at the ready.

"I promised you a CNC adventure. I had to wait these weeks to give it to you so that you would forget and it would be a surprise. But just to make sure that you would be too frightened, I had to add a bit of "incentive" to your wine. I've loved watching you be pleasured, but I can't hold back any longer. I need you too much now.”

My mind seems to clear at your words, but the pleasure of the last minutes lingers as you kneel and fall into me. Moments later, all is awash in torrential waves of pleasure as my pussy squeezes the last of your cum into me while my body is wracked with ecstasy from my own cumming.

Best. Dinner. Ever!

Blood rushed back to your pinched nipples after I removed the clamps. Nerves are electrified from the surge. You want to soothe them by touching, but your hands are handcuffed behind your back, and you're helpless to move. Your body tenses as you see me approach with the ice and dread the sensations on your hyper- sensitive nipples. You want to protest, but to no avail, the ball gag preventing anything but frustrated moans as I circle your nipples with the ice. Shivers speed down your spine, connecting with your abused clit and you hope I won't notice that you're close to cumming. Just when you think a relieving orgasm is about to happen - I pull away, leaving your tits heaving and your clit tingling, both silently begging to cum... but not yet, my Luv. You have a challenge to complete.

#macmystery'swriting #orgasm denial #cnc #nipple play #the challenge was your idea, deal with it

That's not fair sending something so hot when I'm edging.

Lunch Break

If I had an old fashion phone, I would slam the receiver down on the cradle! Most days work goes smoothly, with few hiccups, but today, it seemed that every client woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My eyes shift constantly to the corner of my laptop screen, urging the clock to advance to lunchtime, but it persistently and stubbornly ticks off the minutes as though it were trapped at the event horizon of a black hole, forgetting what time is all about. Finally, I am near enough to the time that Ican divert further calls to another manager, and quickly do so, and log off.

I throw my chair into lounge mode and lean back, rubbing my brows, hoping to relieve some ofthe pent-up tension the morning has birthed. Even working from home has not been a relief today. So distracted am I that I don't hear you enter the room. You sense my tension immediately. Without a word, you circle my desk and position yourself behind my chair. My first awareness that you are here is the firm pressure of your fingers on my shoulder. I am not even startled, just enjoying the massage that scatters my knotted muscles like a fox in the hen house. My breathing calms, my pulse slows, and I don't even have to open my eyes as your gentle presence restores my energy and sedates my frazzled nerves. That is, until I hear you leave that post and take up another...straddling my thigh.

My eyes spring open and I'm greeted by your knowing smile, “Rough morning, huh?”

“Yeah, sorry I let it seep into our time here at home. I try to insulate you from the issues of work.”

“Ha,” you respond, “who you are at work is as much a part of you as who you are with me at home.” You lean down, your hand lightly caressing my cheek as you plant a tender kiss on my cheek and then my lips. “Haven't you learned yet? I love all of you, just as you are.”

A smile cracks my weary visage, and my mask of frustrations melts into a peaceful sense of tranquility. “You always work your magic on me. You can transform the worst of days into something good.”

“Oh, Lover,” you say with a wry smile, “I have just begun to work my magic.”

With that, you join your lips to mine. What before was a tender peck of reassurance morphs into a heated flame of desire. Lips press hard against mine, nibbling at my lower lip, forcing my lips apart as your hand slides over my chest in a firm, but seeking touch. Your fingertips outline the muscles beneath my shirt before flattening your palm on my ribcage. It's suddenly hard to focus on what your hand is doing next because of the intensity of your kiss. That focus shifts quickly as I feel your working on my zipper. Your hand slips inside my boxers and I am free from the bondage of my closure easier than I can free myself.

Your fingers close on my already hard cock. I don't know if it had grown from your touch or the kissing, but your fingers form the perfect pressured enclosure, following the contours of my length as you slowly but firmly begin stroking me. My mind goes temporarily blank as I am amazed how you can duplicate the feel of being inside you from just the grip of your hand. I recover my sensibility as my palm engulfs your breast, only a sheer top separating me from it. Your nipple grows hard under my touch as I circle your soft, but firm breast. I realize that I am panting as I unbutton your top and slip it off your shoulders. I have to try to ignore the growing pleasure inside your grip, knowing that I will surely cum way before I want if I paid too much attention, but you are hard to ignore.

To my relief, you release my cock just as it began to throb and assisted me in fumbling with your snap on our shorts. Together, we lower your zipper and you stand, backing off my thigh just long enough to push them and your panties down over your hips. They drop unceremoniously to the level of your ankle and kick them aside, not bothering to bend and remove them. You wait only long enough for me to pull my shirt over my head before resuming your place on my thigh.

The instant your soft center hit my thigh, the warmth and wetness brought a deep sigh from both of us. I grip your thigh so firmly, that I leave an impression of my fingers as I guide to closer to me. The motion of you sliding along my thigh causes your pussy lips to part. You press down harder, loving the feel of your clit on my bare thigh. You kiss me again briefly before leaning back. You place one hand on my thigh behind you and the other on my other thigh. I now have a perfect view of your boobs and how they sway as you begin to grind on my thigh. Grabbing the cheeks of your ass, I pull you close and lock my lips on one of your nipples. My tongue circles it, flicks it back and forth before sucking it fully into my mouth. My tongue continues to work it from underneath as I suck hard, sending shivers through you to your clit. You glide gracefully over the length of my thigh, prompted my grip on your cheeks. You lean into my mouth and I can hear you panting as you rapidly approach orgasm.

Suddenly my leg is caught in a vise-like grip as tremors lock your thighs around mine. I can feel the convulsions of your cumming, forcing your juices onto my skin. You gasp and whimper something unintelligible into my ear. When I regain my focus, I can only make out one word, “More...”

I lift you onto wobbly legs and stand momentarily and push my pants and boxer to my knees. You are too impatient to wait for them to hit the floor. You spin and reach between your legs, grab my cock and situate it at your entrance and slide down on it. Your pussy is warm and wet, slick from your cum, and eager to be filled. The tip enters you and sensing the trajectory that you want, you slam down onto my lap, driving me deep inside.

“Fuck!” escapes through gritted teeth as your soft ass settles onto my lap. You take every inch of me inside in a single motion. Before beginning a pumping motion, propelled by your feet braced on the floor, you lean back, grab on my hands and guide it under your crop top. Your fingers interlace with mine and together we massage your swelling nipples, clasping hard your boob to your chest. With your hand on mine, we make small, tight circles, compressing your boob as though to squeeze every bit of pleasure from it. With that established, you push off on your feet and lift your hips from my lap, simultaneously clenching your pussy, making it grip my dick as your rise off me. When you feel the tip of my dick at your entrance again, you forcefully slam back onto my lap. The pleasure of your cheeks bouncing on my lap and the depth of my inside you makes me quiver with ecstasy.

My free hand that is not on your boob slips between your thighs, cups your pussy with my palm. Your free hand joins mine our fingertips starts a dance of rubbing and flicking your tender clit. You lean your head to the side and I take the hint and begin licking and sucking it. When my teeth rake across the base of your neck, it is too much for you and you clench around my cock. That is too much for my and I feel my dick spurt deep inside your as you cum again, your mouth agape, then scrunching into a mask of intimate pleasure.

Your trembling stops and I sense you relaxing, content. But I'm not. “Whoa, there! You can't cum twice and leave me like this.” You don't resist as I push you forward off my lap. Assisting you to the floor, I push your face down so that your ass is propped into the air on your knees. “My turn,”I nearly growl as I drop to my knees behind you. Spreading your cheeks with a strong grip, I pause a moment to admire the beauty of your body, lift my revived dick to your entrance, and thrust hard into you. Maintaining my grasp of your cheeks, I pull you repeatedly on my dick, loving how you make it glisten with your juices, a creamy pool of your honey gathering at the base.

I have no idea how long I lasted like this. My mind was awash with sensations and memories and expectations that left me in a fog. I could only think how good it was to be fucking you this way, how melodic your moans and gasps, and how I wished time would stand still to enjoy this moment longer. But as tired as you are, you are still able to collapse your pussy around my dick rhythmically, threatening to milk it of all its cum.

It is not long until the threat is fulfilled and we fall forward in a tangle of arms and legs and pants and gasps, trying to recover...eager to recover...for more.

The Substitute

Her daddy had barely been gone twenty minutes, yet the scent of his skin and the warmth of his breath on her neck still lingered. Mindlessly, her body responded to the memory. Her hips' gentle swaying on the bed, a memory so strong she would swear she could still feel every strong trust deep into her, robbing her of both breath and senses.

Her hands bunched the covers at her side, her whole body tensing and relaxing as it felt again the stretching by his thick member plunging deep within her. Her legs searched for him who had already gone, but due to the surge of renewed heat in her loins, were relentless in trying to restore him to his vaulted place between her thighs. She wasn't even conscious that they had made contact with the stuffie he had given her, but clamping it between her feet, she drew it along her legs, sighing at the soft, cool fur as it caressed her legs, landing at her center.

Her legs rose and clutched at it, pulling it tight against her aching, throbbing, pussy. Her ankles locked around it, pressing it against her as she remembered having done it with him, pulling him deeper with his every thrust as she used her legs as a fulcrum to heave her hips up to meet him. She remembered the low wet sounds as the stuffie was compressed and released in a rhythm reminiscent of that in which they had been lost only an hour before.

Her panting increased as she longed to have his tongue parting her pussy lips once again. She didn't notice that she had reached down and grabbed the stuffie's paw, dragging it roughly up and down over her now-soaked panties. Suddenly aware of her greater need, she pushed her inanimate companion beside her, pulled her panties to the side and drove her fingers deep into her tight, clenched warmth, releasing a low moan that was music to her own ears.

She didn't hear him return, having forgotten his work folder. It wasn't until he pulled her fingers from her pussy, stuck them into his mouth and sucked them clean that she was drawn from her trance, her eyes popping open.

“Glad I forgot, I'm ready for another round myself,” he whispered to her as his thick, hard shaft filled her once again.

The New Guy

“Well, and who is this,” I said, spying the handsome guy sitting alone along the wall at the coffee shop. He lowered his steaming cup long enough to look up from his Kindle and glance around the room. Our eyes met briefly. Briefly, because the instant it happened, his eyes jerked back to his eReader as though he would forever lose his place in whatever book he was reading. I was taken aback. Rejection is one thing, but revulsion? At seeing me? Intolerable! Not that I'm the most beautiful girl on campus, nor the sexiest, but damn, that reaction was totally unknown by me.

Even though his head had corrected position with incalculable speed, not one hair had moved out of place that framed that perfectly sculptured face, each feature looking like it was chiseled by a Medival grand master himself. He quickly took another sip of his cup as though to mask a bit of embarrasment at his reaction. My friend interrupted my thoughts.

“Oh, him. He's the transfer from the college across town. You might as well give up on him. In spite of his ruggedly handsome looks, and body to match, I've never seen so shy a guy in my life! I wonder who hurt him so that he's like that. Everyone in our friend group has taken their shot at him, and nothing. Zippo, nada, zero, nothing.” She was visibly disappointed as she delivered her brief bio and history. The way she would wring her hands and then cup her chin with them left nothing to the imagination of what she thought of him. Her eyes almost watered as her gaze seemed to freeze on him the whole time she was talking.

She was so lost in her thoughts by the time she finished that she didn't even hear what I said as I started to rise from my seat. “Wait, what...what did you say?” her eyes wide from being pulled from her sky-high daydream.

“I said, 'Challenge accepted!'” as I lifted my half emptied cup and headed boldly toward his table. I could hear her whispered protests as I left. Normally she would be encouraging me, but in this instance, I think she wanted me to fail, not out of jealousy, but knowing if I succeeded, there would be no chance for her.

His eyes never left his Kindle as I not only pulled up a chair, but drew it close to his. I took a seat without asking permission. He stiffened in in his seat but the die was cast – he couldn't be rude as deny me the place, though the cafe was only half full. Obviously, my choice of seats was intentional, but as I hoped, his shyness prevented him from refusing me access to his table.

“Hi, my name is Rachel. You must be new, I've never seen you around campus before and it's far from what anyone would call “extensive.”

There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice as he responded flatly, “Yes, I just transferred in from across town. My name is Jake.”

“Nice to meet you, Jake. Are you reading for pleasure or assignment?"

“Assignment, for sure. The semester is one third over and I have never read this book before.” He spoke quickly, hoping that his answers would satisfy me and that I'd finish my coffee and leave him alone. I glance over at my friend. There was an uncomfortable mixture of envy and spite that I had been so bold. Yet, it only enboldened me to break through this frozen exterier and make use of this handsome guy. “And I haven't had time for socializing while trying to catch up.”

“Well, you know what they say, 'All work and no play...' “ I said wryly as I reached across his lap for sweetner on his side of the table. My full breast pressed into his thigh as I leaned heavily on him. He stiffened again, any sign of comfort obliterated in a single action. I smiled on my inside, enjoying the torture. It was obvious that my thin Spring top shielded no bra as I was pressed against him. His nerves were on full display as he nearly choked on the coffee that filled his mouth.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I know I could have asked you to reach it for me, but I didn't want to break your concentration. I know what it is like to be behind. But I'll tell you a secret,” I said, leaning into his side, pressing my boobs against his arm, I whispered into his ear, “I have access to the summary and sample reports on what you're reading that would free up some time for you.” I could have left it at that. His discomfort was palpible, but I pressed my luck. I placed my hand lightly on his thigh under the table, stroking it methodically, but gently. Were those beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead in this highly air-conditioned room?

“I – I...,” he stuttered. “I need to do it this way. It's the only way I can retain the information.”

“Oh, but if you took the short cut, you'd have so much more time for me to show you the more fun aspects of our campus life.” I gave his thigh a small squeeze and he stiffened again. Letting my hand slide to his upper thigh and then across his crotch, I discovered that it wasn't only his upper body that had stiffened at my touch. I pressed on. “Our administration goes all out to make cmapus activities that will satisfy us so that we won't go into town seeking entertainment. It didn't start out that way, but the surrounding neighborhoods are less than desirable. But we manage to make the best of what is at hand,” my hand sliding along the bulge in his pants. I was quite pleased to discover that the required strokes to reach his length matched the perfection of his face and form. His cock jumped and pulsed under my touch. It obviousl brought an embarrassed flush to his cheeks, but he did not push me away.

“In fact," I continued, "you wouldn't have to go very far at all to find everything you could possibly want.” I let a slight smile grace my face to match the glint in my eye. His eyes shifted nervously to mine, acknowledging that he knew exactly what I meant. My fingers closed around the bulge now and I actively gripped him through his shorts, varying the pressure and speed with which I played with his cock. I smiled again as I could sense him tensing the cheeks of his ass to give tiny but effective thrust against my hand. Encouraged, I attacked him with more determined energy while not missing a beat on my verbal tour of campus life possibilities.

His breathing became noticibly raspy and his nods of acknowledment of what I was telling him became more than responding to our conversation. I could feel him start to throb and pulse, looked over at my friend who by now was well aware what I was doing. Suddenly he, gripped his coffee cup so tightly that the lip popped off and a bit of the coffee spilled onto his pants. Less from the hot coffee and more from the shock of what had just happened, he managed to grab a few napkins and dabbed at the growning stain on his pants. Of course, it wasn't all from the coffee. I got the impression that he was grateful for the disguise it provided. Looking at his expression, I wondered if he had actually done it on purpose for that reason.

“So sorry, about the spill. But here,” I said, tapping my phone to his as it lay on the table next to his eReader. “I've transferred my contact info to your phone. If you find that you have some free time come up, give me a ring.”

I turned and made my way back to my table. I could feel the heat of his eyes on my ass as I left and knew he would be scrambling to find that summary. I smiled in victory at my friend, who was flushed with jealousy and encouragement. After all, a victory for me also means an opportunity for her.

Ride my tongue until you squirt in my mouth?

Yes, please!

Her craving riding my thigh because she doesn't yet feel she deserves riding my cock.

Theater Hi-jinks

We settled in for the movie, knowing that it would never leave us calm. I knew that once the on-screen action heated up, so would you. Not to be disappointed, I saw your jaw go slack unconsciously. You probably didn't notice how your hand slid softly from one thigh to the other, pausing briefly on your warm mound. You were suddenly jarred to awareness when my hand closed over yours in the middle of that trip, folding your fingers beneath mine over the ridge of your warmth. Your gasp was hidden by the soundtrack of the movie. Your eyes shifted quickly to mine. I met them with a wry smile curling at the corner of my mouth before returning my attention to the screen.

But my hand lingered, my fingers pressing yours firmly over the thick material of your jeans. I could tell by the quickened pace of your breathing, that you were wishing as I was that nothing was separating our fingers from your soft plump lips. Your body stiffened as I gently brushed your hand aside and you felt me fumble with the stud at our waist. When you felt rather than heard the zipper slide down, you reacted by lifting your hips, straightening the pathway for the plastic teeth to complete their parting decent the joint that forbade it going any further. By the time my fingers cupped the soft cotton of your panties, they were already soaked in anticipation. Your legs parted slowly as though trying not to draw attention in the darkness, even though there was no one in our row and the teen girls a few rows ahead were completely enthralled with the spectacle on the screen.

I felt your lips separate beneath my touch, further spreading your honey on your drenched panties. The subtle rocking of your hips in response to my touch betrayed your approval of my explorations. The cool air of the theater was soothing to the fire billowing in your loins when I lifted the material between your thighs and pushed it to the side. You moaned in disappointment when instead of taking advantage of the new-found freedom, you felt my hand move totally away. You only risked a side-ward glance as you saw me withdraw something from my jacket pocket. A brief brightening of the movie screen reflected off the pink surface as it vanished between your legs. Confirming our suspicions, the cool silicone glided easily between your drenched lips before I pushed the bulk of it inside of you.

You braced for what was coming next as you watched me withdraw my phone, turn down the brightness, and open the app. You clenched your teeth and the nails from your hand bit into the firm muscle of my forearm as the first tingle of vibrations surged through you. My thumb slid across the phone screen, varying the intensity of the vibrations, making you squirm in your seat. I thought for a moment that your nails would draw blood when I pushed the control to maximum and quickly pulsed it there in syncopated rhythm. The thought that you actually might be both scary and exciting at once.

Your body tensed and relaxed in alignment with my adjusting of the pulses. I could not help but imagine my now throbbing cock mimicking the sensations inside you as I made the toy edge you closer and closer to cumming. But that would come later when we were home. Even though you wanted physical contact with me, you released my arm and transferred your frustrations to the arm of the seat as though you were also afraid of marking me with red. I wanted to applaud your constraint of being quiet, knowing that we both love the free expression of our pleasure in vocalizations of moans and growls - words and sighs. Some did escape through gritted teeth, but you timed it well with either dialogue or music from the movie. When the scene before us moved to a sexual nature, you lost it, your moans of orgasm blending perfectly in time with that of the actors. Nice cover. But when we get home, there will be no need for restraint, on the free release of the passion that, despite your cumming, was just the beginning. I didn't put away my phone until the closing credits made it necessary to return the adjustments of your clothes to a state that would not alert or alarm the other leaving patrons. But from your trembling thighs at having cum multiple times, I knew it best to wait until most had left the theater before you rose into a shaky stance.

Ahh, the ride home would seem like forever, but the time will definitely be rewarded.

Riding High

Jake had spoken incessantly about his family's ranch and how I should visit. The trip there was insane. We were driving for an ungodly amount of time over verdant, rolling terrain. When I asked when we would arrive at the ranch, he replied with a chuckle, “We've been on it for twenty minutes.” For a lifelong city dweller whose experience was that if you had a backyard big enough for a pool, it doubled the price of the house. This much acreage was incomprehensible.

We pulled up to a paddock with a square footage equal to my city block. We exited the truck and leaned on the fence railing. “Here comes little sis now. Watch this,” he said directing my attention in the direction of the barn at the west end. Suddenly, a calf sprang from an enclosure. In hot pursuit was “little sis.” That was certainly a misnomer.

I had anticipated a physique similar to Jake's, whose medium build was hardly outstanding. Instead, little sis could only be described as … voluptuous! Sitting astride a massive stallion in hot pursuit of the calf, she dwarfed anyone that I would consider little. She had lain the reigns on the horn of the saddle and both hands were occupied with a long rope, the loop of which she twirled above her head. Long curly light brown, waist-length hair flowed like a banner from beneath a Western hat. At first, it seemed that the horse was simply trained to follow the fleeing calf. Upon closer examination, I noted that subtle shifts in her weight and prodding of her knees on the horse's side were actually directing its course. She let loose the lasso and the calf collapsed in a cloud of dust, dutifully bound within seconds.

“Come on,” Jake said. “Let me show you to the guest accommodations. It's a loft apartment above one of the barns, but don't worry, it is decked out to your tastes. You won't notice it's location at all.” He was not mistaken. Furnished in a typical Western style, it looked like an ad from a magazine. “I'll have Sarah bring you up fresh linens. Everyone showers after a hard day of ranching before dinner, so you might as well do the same.”

I threw my backpack on the bed and settled into a plush chair of speckled cowhide, which was extremely comfortable. The door opened and in strode Sarah. Without even an introduction, she laid a stack of towels on an end table. She flashed what seemed to be a smile which shone only in her brilliant green eyes and said, “All the showers at the main house are occupied, so I'll use yours if you don't mind.” It was not a request despite the curtesy, as she began to shed her dusty clothes before reaching the bathroom door. She didn't bother to close the bathroom door as double D breasts appeared when the unnecessary bra hit the floor and she stepped into the shower.

I picked my jaw up off the floor, shook my head, and thought, “Open spaces aren't the only thing different out here.” My mind was awash with contrary thoughts. What would Jake say if he knew what she had just done? Is this normal in the country? What if. My thoughts trailed off into an abyss. I can't think of such things. Moving to the bed, I lay with my eyes closed. OK, I'm not even going to look anymore. I'll keep them closed until she leaves.

The water stopped and I waited what seemed an appropriate amount of time for her to gather her things and leave. I heard a subtle shuffle across the carpet and chanced a glance to see if she was leaving. Instead, she stood next to the bed, wrapped in a very insufficient towel.

“Jake has spoken a lot about you. You know, boy's bar talk. Some of the things he's said have me curious, having never experienced them myself, so I thought you being so close with him, you could help me out.”

Once more, it was less of a question than a command as the towel dropped to the floor she, lifted one knee to the bed and was above me before I could utter a protest. Would I have ordered a protest? I'll never know. Without a further word, she made her inquiry known by straddling my shoulders. My eyes flashed to her center. She was wet, but not from the shower. I watched as her hand slid through a neatly trimmed patch of hair and settled at the top of her slit. A single fingertip caressed her clit and the flow of moisture on her pussy lips increased substantially. Her beautiful green eyes were locked on mine, gauging my reactions, but not caring what they were if they contradicted what she wanted.

Slowly she lowered herself toward my mouth. Reflexively, my lips parted in acceptance. The first touch of the silk-lined lips felt like a tender mother's kiss, but what followed was far less paternal. She took care to brush her labia against my mouth, guiding them sensually up and down my mouth. The aroma of her juices was intoxicating. With a euphoric relinquishment to the situation, my tongue shot out, splitting the nether lips. Immediately, my lips were coated with her nectar. I ran my tongue over my lips, savoring the taste of the clear liquid ambrosia.

I reached my arms over her thighs to pull her close. Her thighs rippled with the conditioning earned from labor and horse riding. She used both hands to spread her pussy lips and was inundated with her juices flowing over her soft lips. I searched out her clit, danced my tongue over it, sucked her labia into my mouth, and sucked the juices from them. She reacted by pressing her clit against my tongue, at first not moving, but then her hips took up a well-rehearsed rhythm, learned from years of braking stallions, but now she was breaking me, grinding, sliding her clit over the tip of my tongue.

I reached back to grasp the cheeks of her ass. They were taunt with power, yet plush with sensuality as my fingers pressed in, pulling her firmly against my mouth. I was hypnotized by the undulations of her hips, swirling, grinding, thrusting against my tongue. What began as minor murmurs from her lips swelled into a symphony of moans and gasps as she could only be described as fucking my mouth. She fell forward, grasped the top of the headboard, and continued her frantic race to orgasm at the expense of my mouth.

First came the shudders, coursing through those powerful thighs. Her breath hitched in her throat, her back locked in a curl, and my mouth was sprayed with her squirt of orgasm. When she could breathe again, it came in fractured gasps, groping for air to fill her lungs as her juices filled my mouth. She fell off my chest at a ninety-degree angle to me, her massive breasts heaving in release.

“Well, what those women reported to my brother about your skills were no exaggerations! I just had to know for myself.”

I don't know if I was more disturbed that Jake had discussed my sex life with his sister, or her boldness at not asking if I was up for the experience.

She rolled off me and the bed and sprang to her clothes with the same speed with which she had secured the stray calf. Turning back to me she said nonchalantly, “Dinner is in 30. You should probably get that shower now.”

And with that, she was gone.

This is part 3. Part 1 is here, part 2 is here.

THE EXAMINATION RESULTS

I'm surprised that I was given an appointment so late. I had to rush from cheerleading practice after school in order to make it. I would have thought that the office would be closed by now. No matter, I made it and hey, it's another opportunity to see that luscious Dr. Simpson again. I thought I remembered Lauren saying that exam and test results were called in. Maybe since I have to come in, the results are not so good?

“Yes, I'm sure, Nurse Adams, its a simple results follow up. I can handle it on my own. You can still make it to your grandaughter's recital.”

His deep voice , though muffled by the door to the hallway, was like a warm, soothing blanket, wrapping around my apprehension and melting it away into the memories of that last exam. Even as I swing the stirrups out of the way, I can feel the wetness surge in my...oh, wait, I already took off my panties. All the better. He needs to see how excited I am to see him again.

He pushed through the door with a brief greetings and headed straight to the computer to pull up my records. Nothing seemed unusual excet for., were those small beads of perspiration on his brow? As always, this exam room felt only a few degrees above freezing, for my taste.

“Well, Blair, everything came back normal from your lab work. But before I can prescribe your requested birth control, I need to do a vaginal/pelvic flexibility test.”

“That sounds scary? It's not like I want to have kids, that is why I want the pills,” as visions of more of those ice-cold speculums interrupting my sensual fantasies.

“Relax, close your eyes, I promise it won't be painful and will be over in a moment.”

His words rolled over me like a wave, but his was his gentle touch on my inner thighs that brought the most comfort. I chanced a glance to confirm what I was feeling. Yes, he was not wearing the usual exam gloves. The touch of his bare hands gave a greater mental image of their size than the gloved ones.

Despite the roughness of his physique, the skin was smooth and tender as it slid up and down on my inner thigh. I felt my pussy clench as he spread my lips and entered with two of those massive fingers. I choked by the moan that treatened to fill the room as they swirled within me, stretching me, probing in a way the previous exam had not. My whole lower half tensed as his thumb reached up and circled my clit. This was part of the exam? I didn't care if it was or not. I was being swept away by the senations zipping through my whole body. My skin felt on fire. My breath was coming in ragged gasps. I didn't hear the metal susurration of his zipper lowering.

The sudden emptiness of my pussy was immediately replaced by the press of something much larger than his fingers. My eyes sprang open in what must have seemed like panic, eliciting an apology from him. “I'm sorry...I couldn't...”

I didn't hear what he was going to say, muting that response with my finger to his lips. They were soft and inviting, but I ignored that as my hand drifted from there to grasp his cock hovering just beyond my slick glazed slit. Using the experience of those brief moments with my boyfriend, I guided his tip between my lips. We both moaned aloud as his hips thrust forward, sending him plunging into me wetly and smoothly.

The next minutes are lost in a blur to me, visually blinded, yet consumed with the sensations of a blind person sensitive with Braille. Touches, panting, plunges, tensing, clutching, ending in spasms of release unlike anything I had ever felt before.

Yes, I don't think I'll be denied those birth control now.

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Can you please write about cnc on a packed and busy train? The nastier the better!

Will do!

Silent Running - The Train Ride

Standing at the station, I reveled in the new found freedom of being in the big city. Looking back on my upbringing, always over-protective of my deaf-muteness, my parents were conservative in every way. But here, with my new technology on my phone, I can communicate with speaking people with text-to-voice, and their speech can either translate to text or American sign language. What a change in attitude about everything this has been for me! Not only would I have not ventured out in the city alone, but dressed the way I am? What a contrast to the below the knee dresses which I was only allowed to wear. Now, with everything available to me that I've seen on TikTok, I imagine I look pretty hot in my cropped top and mini-skirt. I giggled soundlessly to myself, imagining my parent's expression if they could see me now.

The train pulled to the stop and the doors swished opened in front of me like in an episode of Star Trek. My excitement at my first solo ride was muted as I am suddenly swept on board by a crowd that had been standing behind me. Having been purposely isolated from crowds growing up, a flood of claustrophobia rises like bile in my throat. I am aware of a phrase I had only read about - “packed like sardines” was the only description that shone through my panic-clouded mind.

Every seat was taken, and even the hanging handles are occupied as the train lurches forward. Were we not packed in so tightly, I would have ended up on the floor. Righting myself after being uncomfortably thrust into unfamiliar bodies added to my growing anxiety. Turning to see who had broken my fall, my eyes met with those of a neatly trimmed, bearded man. He is handsome, but something glowing behind those eyes makes me feel ill-at ease.

As soon as I broke eye contact, a turn of the train in a curve propelled me against him once more. This time, there was a pressure against my butt that I had only read about in hidden romance novels, sneaked in without my parents' knowledge. It was hard and had length and pressed forcefully against my ass. I lifted my phone to tell him to back off, was typing it in, when I felt a hand grasp fully on my ass cheek. In my panic, I drop my phone and it clattered to the floor. Given the tightness of the surroundings, there is no way that I can bend and recover it. I am now without my “voice” to either protest or ask for help.

My arms are locked beside me as more people move in from another car. I cannot imagine that this one is less occupied that the one from which they come. Nevertheless, I can neither communicate nor move in my defense as I feel his fingers slip under my skirt. This can't be happening. Not my first sexual experience with a stranger!

His fingers are thick and long as they spread out over the cheeks of my ass, sliding under the material of my panties. He closes them capturing a fair amount of my flesh in his grip. I protest, but no sound escapes my parted lips. The movement of the train as it accelerates pushes me into his grip. His fingers slide across my skin, exploring in ways I've never felt, invading the crease between my cheeks. I should be horrified, so why is my cunt reacting as it is? Why the sudden moisture staining my panties?

I managed only to rise momentarily to my tiptoes when I feel his fingers brush through the hair on my pussy, searching for entrance between my soft labia. How funny that my mind refused to acknowledge the pleasure of his touch by the use of such formal language. When I feel his fingers part my pussy lips, they are met with such wetness that it betrays my arousal despite my attempts to wrest myself from his grasp.

Encouraged by what he discovers, I feel a finger plunge into me. I nearly swoon from the feeling. Because of fear? Because of shame? Or is it, because it feels good? I feel the heat rise to my cheeks, matching the heat of my core as he joins another finger to the first and begins to work them in and out of me. I shock myself as my body acts on it own, disembodied from my will, and my back arches, pushing his fingers deeper into me.

Reality overwhelms me and and I am relieved when when his hand vacates my panties. But why do I feel, what? Empty? My relief is short-lived as his hand is replaced by the previous bulge that had pressed against me. It is no longer shielded by clothing, but it bare...and hard...and oddly soothing against my skin as it probes for the same purchase that his fingers had found.

Breath deserts me as my lungs lock up. Here is no gentle entry. The lurch of the train matches the violence of his cock driving into me. How can I lose my virginity here, now, to a stranger whose face I've only seen once? The pain of the sudden entry causes my thighs to seize up as though electrified. There is little movement. Even he does not have room for that, but the discomfort of my cunt being brutally filled dissolves as my body relaxes and I feel the walls of my pussy conform around his dick as though it is welcoming it in. That's insane! That's not what I want...or is it?

Most of the movement in me is exacerbated by the swaying of the crowd reacting to the movement of the train, but it is enough. Oh, is it enough! My pussy soon has the invading cock soaked in my juices. Even though our movement is limited, it facilitates just enough that I am vacillating between revulsion and revelry. Before I can decide, there is a new sensation. A hand has reached around me and slipped into the front of my panties. Fingertips are circling my clit rhythmically, causing me to rock back and forth as much as the crowd allows, between pressing against them and arching back to the cock that feels like it is swelling even larger within me. It is not until another hand glides across my bare stomach, up under my top and squeezes one of my breasts, that I realize that it is impossible for the original man to be doing both.

My eye shift quickly from one side to another. As they encounter pairs of eyes that quickly avoid identification, I cannot assess who, or how many are now engaged in violating my body. Touches come from all directions, hands, fingertips, grasping and massaging whatever exposed flesh they can manage in such tight quarters. My nipples ache and harden under numerous fingers and palms. My clit twitches as turns are taken stroking and patting it mercilessly.

My legs grow weak beneath me as a totally new sensation wells up in my core and explodes, sending waves of ectascy along every nerve pathway, robbing me of breath and sensibility. So this is what those slutty romance novels described as an orgasm. Their words fail to comprehend all that I am feeling as the train slows to a stop. The doors swish open and the crowd evacuates as quickly as they had pressed in.

Suddenly lacking the pressing support, I stumble to a seat. Juices not only my own trickle down my thighs past where my panties should have contained them. How had they been removed in that tight environment? I'll never know.

All I do know, is that I'm looking forward to my next train ride.

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I love the train story!! Can you please do more? What if the man on the train followed her home? Or what if she asked him to bring friends next time? Or if she brought her own friend unknowingly to the train hoping the man would be there?

Haha, I'm glad you enjoyed the story! (especially if you're the original requestor). If you've read my other stories, you know that I like to put a different spin on common tropes. I'm really inspired by one of your suggestions (you'll find out later which 😉), so, the answer is yes. The story can be found here

BACK TALK

Drool slips around your ball gag onto your heaving tits. You quiver as I send current through the clips attached to your nipples. How hard they are betrays how much you are enjoying it despite your groans of protest. But I warned you not to make a sound unless I gave you permission, so I turn up the intensity of the vibe attached to your clit. Your head jerks back and you bite down hard on the gag to in order to not unleash the scream of pleasure and pain surging through you. Your pussy gushes into the bed from yet another orgasm, pooling beneath you, cascading through your thighs onto the chain of anal beeds extending from your ass. Seeing the natural lube coating the next larger one, I unceremoniously force it into your already full hole. Maybe next time you'll think twice before talking back to me.