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Any Staircase

(Maeve whispered) ‘did you take the pill like I asked?’

‘Yes. About 40 or 50 minutes ago?’

‘Is it working?’

‘Umm yes? If not why are we going up this block?

As soon as we stepped into the lift, I went behind her and held her in my arms before stuffing her hands into my shorts, to bring some relief to my swollen, throbbing manhood. On our way up, I couldn’t stop pecking and suckling on her neck to hear her soft, sensual moans, that only drove me crazier in my pants.

Once we reached the second-highest floor, the level that we had once visited for the same purpose, I grabbed her wrist and led her up a single flight of stairs, into a dusty, little space. Somehow, I was so worked up that evening that I didn’t wait for our ‘rush’ to settle down, and just yanked my shorts down for her attention. Within seconds, I already had her on her knees, sucking me off cautiously as I drifted in and out of euphoria.

By the time she stopped, after what felt like a really short time, we were both ‘too hot’ and ‘beyond ready’. We immediately went into doggy-style over the steps and I slipped my cock into her wet, pulsating pussy without any difficulties. In seconds, we were humping like long-lost lovers, giving up on those cheesy, unhelpful kissing for the pure rush of adrenaline from having impromptu, raw sex in such a public space.

My hips just kept thrusting harder and deeper into her rear cushions, mowing through the orgasms that resonated through her tightening vaginal walls. The pill that I took, gave me that jolt of energy, extra cache of stamina that I never had, to fuck my lover until her knees could no longer hold her up. Seeing how weak she has become, I placed her onto her back and repositioned myself between her legs, in missionary this time.

I no longer had to worry about any fall-hazard as she could just ‘lay back and relax’, while I slammed my cock tirelessly into her pussy that was overflowing with juice. It was, her turn to wander in and out of consciousness as I stabbed her buttons mercilessly, only getting pleas for me to stop whenever I made any sudden, abrupt ‘strokes’.

It was during one of her ‘orgasms’, that she became extremely agitated, pushing and almost, kicking me away. When she finally gave in to my relentless pounding and fingering, she let herself go and actually squirted a huge pool at the bottom of the steps. She confessed that she could not take anymore of my cock in that state and retreated to a wall (while seated on the steps). So, I went up to her, bent my knees a little, and returned my monster cock into her mouth.

Sucking diligently at first, I gradually lost control of my waist and found myself gloating at her demise as she choked and gagged to my vicious, unsympathetic thrusts down her mouth. Something in me kept me going despite her extreme discomfort, until I finally blew my load while embedded so deeply in her throat, that she did not even need to ‘swallow’.

Face covered in a mix of bodily fluids, I cleaned her up and remain seated for however long she needed to recover, and process what I did.

(Maeve asked concerned) ‘Is it still hard?’

‘A little? But it’s ok.’

‘It’s not.. ‘

With that said, she helped me on my feet and brought me to the railing, where she bent over, and held safely onto, for me to help myself. I spread her cheeks a little and dived right back in, senses soothed by the familiar, hot embrace of her pussy around my unbecoming of a dick. The second load, went into its rightful hole and left its trail down her thighs as Maeve went home pantyless.

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Erintwo

*Knock knock*

‘Mmm? What are you up to this time? Did you order something?’, I asked cheekily as Erin lifted herself off my chest, leaving our fiery passion to smoulder as she answered the door. After taking a quick glance through the peephole, she then nonchalantly cracked the door open, wide enough for her to step through, but not spoil the ‘mystery’ for me.

A minute or so later, Erin appeared at the door again, in a blindfold, and a braided-leatherish collar which I only saw later. Strutting closely behind her was a woman (whom I shall call ‘M’) I didn’t recognise, nor could I, once she pulled that robber-style mask over her head. From afar, I could only see, and not hear what M whispered into Erin’s ear, that brought her to her knees, and hands, before crawling (forward) towards me.

Now that they were just a few steps away, I watched Erin carefully as the words, ‘locate his feet’, was uttered from the M’s lips. Slowly, she patted on the ground in front of her, in a left-to-right pattern until I noticed M waving at me, for me to raise my feet off the ground. I did just that and gleamed, momentarily in mockery, as Erin kept pushing forward until she touched the bed. M then caught one of my feet, placed them onto Erin’s neck and let her find her bearings.

For a long time, Erin and I have always indulged in plain, vanilla sex, though we would experiment and explore alternatives. We have never stayed with any particular ‘fetish’ long enough to make it a lifestyle, since we were in it for the experience. When Erin subjected herself, and I, to that.. unconventional fetish which included a stranger, I was initially hesitant, about how ‘well’ the stranger knew us to not cross our limits. Turns out, M only needed to know Erin’s boundaries, to understand where I stood.

I have known Erin to be an independent, and even vocal individual, lest to be treated as such a ‘special’ being, on her knees and at other’s command. While she had her hands over my feet, I felt a tug at my heartstrings when Erin was asked to ‘find my cock’, with just her mouth. It couldn’t be helped that she looked, well, somewhat silly, and even less impressionable, when she smiled at her ‘accomplishment’.

‘Good. Now stay here, in this position, until I fetch you’, M spoke in a firm voice in Erin’s direction, and left her spot to hand me a dildo, with a suction cup. ‘Sir, stick that anywhere you want her to be’, as soon as M said that, Erin shifted a little, possibly due to the ambiguity of the words ‘stick that’. I went to an open space next to the coffee table and secured the toy onto the tile, before following M’s handsigns to sit on that part of couch directly behind it.

M then led Erin to the dildo, requested her to squat over it, and again, ‘locate my feet’. Using her sense of hearing, she was able to find me sooner, and appeared more willing this time. ‘Suck him until I ask you to stop’, M dropped the chain connected to her collar as soon as she gave the order and sat next to me, with a ‘brochure’ that has our names printed on it. To be honest, it felt somewhat ‘royal’, to get a blowjob as I discussed something so ‘important’,

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Erina-chan

Interviewer: ‘Can you describe for me how, would you break someone down?’

That question, could not be any more fearsome as I recalled the voice, who asked for my views, on a hypothetical question, that he claimed, ‘many others have answered’. After that ‘interview’, we sort of ‘lost contact’, though we never had too much information on each other to begin with. It began as an email questionaire, before it turned into a voice transmission to add a little dazzle to the ‘mystery’ of such taboo topics.

Me: ‘I would first.. make her, can I use ‘her’? (speaking to self) I’ll just use her.. I would make her exercise first.’

It started out as a harmless, and even common, request to have a story written, about her, and in this particular situation, about her, and a dominatrix – in a BDSM kind of scenario? I was first of all, completely clueless about that ‘other’ side, and secondly, not too keen on the demeaning, degrading kind of foreplay, pardoning my lack of knowledge on such a subject. To me, sex, should be consensual, fun, and perhaps challenging, on the experimental level.

Interviewer: ‘Can you elaborate?’

‘BDSM’ is a huge topic, and it’s not exactly one that I would fumble my way through and offend enthusiasts unknowingly. It is such an expansive topic that I wouldn’t know where to start, much less feel its ‘prowess’ and ‘liberation’ from pushing one’s mental, emotional, physical limits to attain the subspace realm.

Me: ‘I would put her through the standard, usual kind of exercises, preferably with gym equipments since they can really push one to the limit without that person knowing that he or she has reached that limit. For example, the assisted pull-up machine, I would make her do the most reps with the minimal weights. And keep letting her rest-recover-workout over and over again until her arms are wobbling.’

Sex, for the longest time, has been a ‘team effort’, at least in my books. I would like to receive and give, or occasionally just receive or give, depending on my partner’s mood that day. We would take turns to do the work, and have never finished feeling ‘incomplete’ or ‘unsatisfied’. If there was something she felt like doing more, I would let her, or if there was something I didn’t feel like doing, she would give me a break. While I believe that communication is present during any BDSM sesh, it would be difficult to decipher its true meaning amongst the emotions the words are carried on.

Me: ‘When her arms and legs, and neck and back are too weak to even carry her own weight, I will then adjust her clothes to expose some skin on her before strapping more weights across her entire body; to scramble from the wax I’d drip onto her back, or writhe to the few volts I’d send across her belly, or simply squirm helplessly as I tickle her beyond insanity. With those heavy, immovable limbs, she would be mentally drained in no time.’

To me, ‘torture’, or basically inflicting any kind of discomfort, shouldn’t be just a one-sided event. if you As I have been taught, at a young age, to ‘never inflict upon others what you don’t want others to do unto you’, and thus, the concept of the ‘dom’, and ‘sub’ roles, simply made no sense. How could someone just pick the most beneficial, or advantageous side and happily indulge in their high kingdom? Is there no compromise, or grace, or empathy for what you will be making the other party feel? Do you ‘decide to be a sub’ or do you ‘decide to not be a sub’? How does it work?

Me: ‘At that point in time, she should be naked, or somewhere close to that. Once she has no strength left to even struggle, that is when I will stimulate her sexually, say with a vibrator or a dildo, to thoroughly empty her of any energy reserves. After a few orgasms, she should be as good as dead, though still far from making her wish that she was dead.’

Under normal circumstances, I already find it hard to get angry, let alone hit, any women in my life. Sure, I do ‘spank’, but as I was unofficially ‘taught’, there is a certain way to cup your palm so the smack actually sounded louder than it felt. For me, it was all show, and never real, flesh-deep pain. That said, the pain that I request my partner to inflict are done under a timely, controlled manner which I have absolute control over, though I receive ‘surprises’ at times.

Me: ‘My next trick would be to erect some kind of non-gory, Jigsaw contraption, that basically pit her own strength and willpower, against a dildo-vibrator and gravity acting on her own weight. I would design it in such a way that if she slacked or lost focus, the dildo would then penetrate her with the force of her own weight, and proceed to vibrate or thrust continuously until she was out, or regained enough strength to ‘pull herself away’.

The furthest I had ‘gone’ was that one time I tied my ex up, limbs restrained at the four corners of the bed, and just pleasured her until she begged for me to free her. I did have (consensual) penetrative sex with her while she was under restraints, but that wasn’t as thrilling or arousing as allowing her to caress and bite or lick or kiss me in expression of her lust. It was truly something to watch your partner succumb to your skills and knowledge of their minds/ bodies.

Me: ‘Eventually, I will have to come up with something more lasting and impressionable, like using an E.M. Chastity Belt (which is really a modified, electric-dog collar engineered into a chastity belt with some kind of plug/ dildo) to maintain full control of her body with pain, or some sort of auto-mental-phyiscal-association between ‘distance’, and the electrical shock she would receive through her nether region. At the end of the conditioning process, she should be functional (within a certain radius) around you, and mildly-aroused when right next to you.’

So, while I might have attempted some form of BDSM, I am not someone who would be able to freely impose on anyone, much less a female at my beck and call. Towards someone like that, I couldn’t be more grateful, and most definitely cherish them like delicate babies. How could I hurt ever hurt her?

Interviewer: ‘That’s pretty detailed. Will you open your door and see if there is someone there?’

I don’t think that I have come across anyone that vulnerable/ submissive before, though I have always asked nicely for the things I want? So I wouldn’t be able to tell if they did (things) as a favour, or an act of kindness, or like you say out of servitude. Most of my partners are considered independent, so I assume that they have a certain mindset. Personally, I haven’t got to ask many of them if they were ‘subs’ or ‘doms’.

Me: ‘Let me.. wait.. (distant chattering) Erina? Erin? Hi hi. Nice to meet you. No wha.. wait wait wait.. I cannot.. (back to mic) Sir? This Erin just handed me a bracelet and kinda seduced me into accepting it? Did you plan this? I cannot just have her enter my life like this. Hey? You there?’

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Bite-size

When I finally came to, I was shocked beyond words, to see Bernice riding my cock in reverse-cowgirl while moaning, and making out with Jaslyn, my daughter. Using all my might, I groaned for their attention and when Bernice saw that I had awakened, stood up, and actually put Jaslyn between my legs.

‘C’mon! You said that you’ll do it when he is awake right? He is now.’

After some futile, merry haggling, Jaslyn stuck to her word, and slipped a hand under her ass to grab my fully-erected cock. Moving slowly in caution, I was in extreme perplexity when I watched her youthful, undeveloped pussy spread its lips around my dick head and inched its way down, fidgeting to some movements that Bernice was causing, possibly on her clit.

Half-sighing and gasping for air, the whole ‘process’ took about a minute, for her vagina to completely engulf my throbbing, delusional member that was never meant for her. Just when I thought that ‘we’ wouldn’t go any further, Jaslyn began sliding her hips vertically up and down, officially ‘fucking’ my cock without so much a word of ‘encouragement’. Within seconds, she was lost in her own world as she rocked her hips back-and-forth, twerking them up and down, in an effort to get ‘more’ out of me.

As the minutes of absurdity passed, my strength was gradually returning, though more slowly than I wished. By the time I was able to move my hands, she had already stopped moving most of her body, and was furiously rubbing her clit until she achieved an orgasm – for the second time. When I could finally push her off me, I was ‘struck’ by Bernice, who shoved a small, brown bottle under my nose just in time for me to take a partial breath of it.

The scent went straight into my head like some kind of stimulant, that raised my alertness, and amplified my emotions that I had no intent to act on. ‘Rage’, suddenly felt more controllable, in a stop-them-before-they-make-me kind of way. Before I knew it, I had both hands wrapped around the necks of the two girls, and was holding them down on the couch they just fucked me on.

Squirming my way into Bernice’s legs, I maintained a firm grip on them as I slid my cock into the recently-seventeenth, pummelling her into oblivion as I let my body relinquish all those rage and guilt and disappointment through her pussy, into her body. I was barely reacting to the fear shown on Jaslyn’s face as she watched her best friend get fucked to unconsciousness, before being jolted back to reality with sheer pleasure.

Although it took Bernice a while, there was no denying of that strong, powerful orgasm that literally threw her into a convulsing fit, that scared Jasyln even more. I was consciously resisting the allure/ temptation of ‘punishing’ my own daughter but when Bernice slapped a hand onto her groin, and shoved two fingers inside her to trigger a moan, I lost it immediately.

Turning her over onto her fours like a bitch, I was even quicker to get my cock into this crazy woman, and hammered her like the slut she was – earlier. Dragging her body over Bernice’s, I held onto her waist tightly as I worked my hips, slamming them into her ass to get the entirety of my seven-inches into her. In a few, hard, deep thrusts, Jaslyn’s body had already begun trembling like an earthquake, going on and on until I made those forcefully-abrupt strokes into her pussy.

As soon as she received her first orgasm, the rest of it followed closely with each thrust, in an increasingly-violent manner to her exasperated cries for ‘more’. I kept going, at her and Bernice, for as long as I could, which was really a long time under the influence of whatever I just whiffed up my nose.

After ten or so minutes of intense, breathtaking, mindless sex, I was ready to blow my load. When I gave those girls the warning, they just scurried onto the couch and sat weirdly-upright. Once they got their hands on my cock, it was just a lighthearted, cherry session of rub-and-tug until I came all over their gapping mouths.

The girls then split, and swallowed their spoils before bringing me along for a quick shower. Once we were cleaned, we tucked each other into bed, and let me ‘report’ the successful birthday party that Bernice had just thrown for my little girl. For the rest of the night, I was given more of that ‘aromatic’ drug, and took wild turns with those lovely ladies.

By daybreak, I was mostly humping and emptying my balls into one particular girl, whom I later discovered was really just Jaslyn, using that drug excessively to get the ‘most’ out of me. When we returned home more exhausted than before the party, we made a pact, to be ‘as accessible as possible’ for the times when mummy wasn’t around. As for Bernice, she would be my little ‘afternoon snack’ whenever I sent her home, before picking Jaslyn up from her CCA.

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Stuff’d

It was somewhat a comical, and entertaining sight as Janice dragged me impatiently into a handicap toilet, as though she was ‘urgent’. After setting our bags down, she immediately went for the hems of her dress, and pulled it off at one go. Moving onwards to the sink, she kept her feet slightly parted while she inched the sides of her panties down, pausing only when it was at her mid-thighs.

‘da.. daddy? can you help me?’, she whispered, that word for the very first time. As excited as I was, I had a bigger task to do, that is to help my little girl, take those panties off. Just as I had tucked my fingers into the sides of her underwear, she reminded me to ‘go slow’, while she grabbed hold of the tap and placed her other hand directly under her pussy.

Tugging her undies an inch at a time, I was indulging in the glorious sight of a dripping-wet dildo, exiting her pussy as I continued excavating her. The panties that she had wore that day, had a dildo sewn into the groin-section where her pussy would rest on. So, to put that on, she would gone through a similar experience, though more enjoyable than this.

Once we put away that warm, portable toy, Janice turned her attention to me, or to my cock, in particular. Within seconds, she had undone my belt and fly, diving her hands straight for my cock that was growing to the earlier visuals. She did not waste any more time and smacked her lips onto mine, kissing me wildly as our hands swarmed towards each other’s genitals. Once I was as hard as she was wet(ter), she hopped onto the sink and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me as close as I had to be, to guide my dick ‘home’.

In mere seconds, I was balls-deep inside her and my hips just went crazy at it, thrusting violently to the throbbing sensation I would feel whenever I paused. Resting one hand on her belly, I let my thumb worked her clit while my cock continued plugging her leaky hole, until she came hard into my embrace.

The next position we tried was doggy-style, over the (covered) toilet seat. With my hands gripping her waist firmly, I just let my body did the rest. For the most part, we both went so out of bound that we only had bits and pieces of hazy memories when we were finally done with each other. At the end, we found ourselves sprawled on the floor, with streaks over her pussy, thighs, and my fingers. The ‘aftertaste’, she reviewed, was probably gotten from my fingers that I stuck inside her after I delivered her creampie.

After resting for a bit, I helped her put on that panties again and resumed our shopping. We didn’t get very far when we passed by another quieter toilet, and crawled back in for another round of hot sex. Perhaps it was that afterglow, or pheromones, or some invisible scent from her cum-filled-dildo pussy that got us so enthusiastic.