She KNOWS D

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Dip by D FF

I guess something made me really look at her, that morning.
Cynthia, my new sister-in-law, my husband Greg's sister. She was
staying with us, visiting, for the first time since Greg and I were
married, and Greg was off at work and Cynthia had just come down
for breakfast. I looked at her, and realized I hadn't really payed
much attention, but that she reminded me of Greg in a lot of ways.
They had the same eyes, and though her hair was lighter, their
faces were similar, and even their build: both were about 5'8" and
rather slender. And they had some of the same personality quirks,
and there was something the similar about the way they spoke.

Well, Cynthia had come down for breakfast, and I surprised
myself! I felt an attraction! I had never felt an attraction like
that for a woman! And I certainly wasn't unsatisfied with sex with
Greg--to the contrary, it was great and seemed to be getting better
all the time--we were doing it more than ever, sometimes getting
together twice in one day! We both loved it, and sometimes, I'd
even ask him for it!

Well, I sat there at breakfast and surreptitiously peeked at
Cynthia, wondering how she could be having this effect on me! She
was dressed in shorts and a sleeveless white top, her long limbs
showing. The way she smiled at me did things to me I couldn't
believe! I wished that Greg was home, though I couldn't imagine
slipping off with him while Cynthia was around. I sat there,
trying to keep my conversation going, but feeling very distracted.

After breakfast, we really had nothing to do, so we went out to
the mall. We were in a clothing store and I tried on a couple of
skirts, but having Cynthia around was still affecting me. I
encouraged her to try on an outfit, and soon I found myself looking
forward to getting her to try on more of them. Cynthia came out of
the dressing room dressed in this sexy little black dress and she
asked me and the saleslady what we thought. I looked at her, and
my heart skipped a beat! I managed to stay calm though and tell
her I thought the dress suited her. The saleslady agreed. Cynthia
was looking around for another dress to try on, and I found myself
asking the saleslady if she knew of any dresses that would look
good on Cynthia. She showed me one and Cynthia agreed to try it
on, and the saleslady and I looked for more. Then the saleslady
said, "You're hooked on her, aren't you?"

Cynthia was changing at the time. It took a second for it to
sink in, then I felt a momentary wave of panic. I was *that*
transparent? I forced myself to speak as nonchalantly as the
saleslady had: "Excuse me?"

"Oh, you can't deny it--you have the hots for her. You like to
see her dress up."

"She's my *sister-in-law* and we just came in to do some
shopping!" I wasn't nonchalant anymore, but I managed to keep my
voice in a low hiss.

"And you like to see her body. Here, we could try to convince
her to try on this," and she showed me this slinky little dress
that I couldn't believe! I don't know when she could wear such a
thing other than for her future husband. "I'll bet she'll try it
on," continued the saleslady, "encourage her," and she pushed it in
my hands. I looked down at it and just about went into a trance.

Cynthia had come out and was modelling another dress. Once
again, it almost killed me to look at her, and I felt a lump rising
in my throat about the thought of seeing her in the dress in my
hand. Finally, I proceeded to talk her into trying it on. I
surprised myself how smooth *and* relentless I could be! I told
her it was just for a lark. I told her she should at least have
the chance to see what she would look like in such a dress. She
went for it, and took it into the changing room.

The saleslady said "You'd like to see her nude, wouldn't you?"
I didn't see how she could be so forward.

"Listen,..." I started, ready to tell her what's what.

"Oh, stop denying it--listen to me: I'll tell you how you can
get your chance to see her nude." The part of me that wanted to do
it kept me tongue-tied and I just stood there dumbly.

"Good," she went on, "I know this pond you can take her to go
swimming. It's a little out of the city and no one goes there, so
you can just drive her there and tell her it's so hot you two
should just take a dip."

"Go swimming naked?!" I said. Then Cynthia came out of the
dressing room. I was transfixed. After a few seconds of just
staring, I glanced at the saleslady. She was staring too, but in
a second she seemed to come to her senses. Anyone, man or woman
would have stared at Cynthia in that dress. She had come out
preening, but looked a little alarmed at our reaction. In a
second, we were both telling her how great it looked, if a bit
daring. Cynthia seemed a bit embarrassed by the idea of other
people in the store possibly coming over and seeing her so she went
to take it off.

As soon as she left, the saleslady proceeded to tell me how to
get to this pond she was talking about. She said just make sure we
have a beer for lunch, and then just drive out, telling Cynthia
that on the spur of the moment I'd remembered a perfect way to beat
the heat. Cynthia came out and we left, but as we left I felt I
was in the possession of dangerous knowledge... I didn't know if
I'd be responsible for my own actions!

I found myself taking us to one of those restaurant-bar chains
for lunch and sure enough, we each had a beer. I stared at Cynthia
while she wasn't looking and sometimes I thought I'd never do
anything like that saleslady suggested and other times I was afraid
I'd already decided to do it. We sat there and talked a bit, and
then, sure enough, when we left, I found myself following the
saleslady's directions. And I even used her line.

We ended up on a little country road and turned onto a little
track into the fields. Eventually we came to this little pond in
a very obscure spot! No one was around, and it looked like people
seldom came there. I broached the idea of taking a swim. Cynthia
laughed and thought I was crazy. I told her it was no big deal,
just a way to cool off, and that no one knew about this spot. In
a minute I could see she was wavering and finally she went along
with it!

We stood there, and I realized she wasn't just going to take off
her clothes while we watched each other. I turned aside and pulled
off my top. I didn't look her way, but started talking as if this
were something I do all the time. I glanced back at her and she
was just staring at me, open-mouthed. Lust? No, just shock--she
wasn't quite ready for this yet.

"Oh, don't worry about it, this is nothing!" I said, trying to
encourage her and defuse her embarrassment. Finally, she nervously
started taking off her top. I looked away, and continued, taking
off my shorts and kicking off my shoes. A discrete peek revealed
she was nervously glancing at me while continuing to undress. Soon
I was completely nude, and I walked up and tested the water with my
hand.

"Come on," I said as I turned around. She was just taking off
her panties and her breasts were bare! When she stood up,
completely nude, I stared in awe, but was quick enough to catch
myself before I made a scene. I walked in a few steps, and then
dived down under water to get myself used to it quickly, and came
up and looked back. She was so sexy! She was at the edge of the
pool now, and cautiously making her way in. I kept looking at her,
but I kept a playful smile on my face as if I were just waiting for
her to join the fun. Soon she was in and we were both swimming.

I couldn't believe it. This was too much! Here I am lusting
after a woman, and swimming with her, nude! And she has *no* idea!
It occurred to me that I might get us into playing tag or some
other touching game! I could pull her under in fun? Tickle her?
I couldn't believe the thoughts that were coming into my
head--where would this all end?

Then I realized that another car had pulled up! Caught!
Cynthia and I immediately made sure the water was covering us and
glued our eyes on the car! I felt such panic. Out of the car came
a woman, in a black, one-piece swim-suit. It was the saleslady!
She had a towel on her shoulder which she threw on the ground, and
proceeded to walk into the pond!

"Hi, thought I'd join you." Cynthia and I just stared and
didn't know what to do. In seconds, she was gliding around the
pond, and in a minute, she swam up to us and stopped, planting her
feet on the bottom. "Perfect day for a dip," she said as if
nothing strange were going on, "going suitless?" she asked with a
sly smile.

"We just stopped for a little dip," I said, suddenly wondering
how we were going to manage to leave. Would she leave soon?
Should we leave while she was still around?

"Oh, don't be shy!" she said, "it's nothing really," and she
swam out to where we were. Immediately, she was splashing
Cynthia, laughing, and Cynthia responded by taking off after her.
Soon she had the three of us playing tag, and let me tell you, it
was weird touching bodies like that, knowing both Cynthia and I
were nude.

Then once when I looked back at them, they were together. The
woman was behind Cynthia, so close that her face was right over
Cynthia's shoulder. I stared for a second, and then moved closer.
The woman obviously had her arms around Cynthia under water, and
Cynthia had this vacant stare--even though I was in front of her,
she was looking right through me. Her mouth was hanging open and
I could see the rise and fall of her breathing.

"Come on, come here and kiss her!" said the woman. I was
staring at them, openmouthed, wondering what was going on. "Oh,
come on, hurry!" said the woman. I still didn't approach any
closer, and soon I realized they were moving toward me.

Soon they were close to me, and had turned so that Cynthia was
face away from me and the woman was close to me. "I set things up
for you, and you freeze," she said. She kept moving closer until
she was right in front of me. Then she added: "Here! Here's a
kiss," and she grabbed my head with one hand and put her lips right
on mine, hard!

I was in shock. Her tongue was working its way into my mouth,
and somehow, I just stood there, not able to move. I felt her
hands on my body, and soon I felt skin against my back. My back
was against Cynthia's! The woman wasn't kissing me now, but she
was caressing my breasts under water, and her hand was wondering up
and down my body, sometimes down to my crotch. I was breathing
hard--out of control. I heard hard breathing behind me. Cynthia.
She was writhing and moaning. The fingers were down to my sex, in
my sex. I almost passed out.

We, Cynthia and I, were on our hands and knees, next to each
other, almost touching, in about five inches of water near the edge
of the pool. Our shoulders *were* touching. And our hips. And
thighs. The woman was behind us, kneeling. I felt her finger my
cunt. Cynthia was moaning and swinging her head back and forth.
The finger found my rear hole. I couldn't stand it.

We were kneeling on the carpet in the woman's apartment, still
nude. She hadn't allowed us to get dressed when we came--even when
we came in from her car. My car was still at the pond. It was
supper time and Greg would be wondering where we were. The woman
was sitting on a chair in front of us, wearing a top, but nothing
below her waist. Cynthia and I were pushing our heads toward her
crotch between her wide-spread legs, both licking at the same time.
Against my left cheek was Cynthia's right, and against my other
cheek was the woman's thigh. My tongue touched Cynthia's as we
licked and licked. The woman's hand was behind my head, pulling it
to her cunt.


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Dive by D

Gorgeous. That was the sum total of my thoughts as I watched him.
And he wasn't my husband! It was my best friend's husband, Jason,
standing on the diving board, ready to dive in. He had the tiniest
swimsuit on, showing off his tight butt not to mention his chest! I
could stare at him all day!

No doubt the beer had contributed to that feeling. There I was,
staring at Jason as he approached and dived, right there in front of
my own husband, Jim, and Jason's wife, my best friend, Kelly. But he
*was* gorgeous--I can't change that! And it was *so* nice, laying
out at the pool with Kelly, drinking our beers, watching Jason (and
Jim) dive.

"You eyeing my man?" It was Kelly, talking to me low enough that
the guys couldn't hear. I glanced at her--she was grinning at me.

"I'm just *watching the show*," I returned.

"Just remember whose is whose," Kelly added. Another glance
revealed a sly smile on her face.

Later, Jason showed up with a camera and took pictures of me and
Kelly lying there. They were instant pictures and Jim was looking at
them with Jason in a minute. Kelly got up to see what they found so
interesting, and I got up in a minute too.

"Let's take some more," said Jason, and soon he had Kelly and I
standing next to each other and he snapped a couple of shots.

"OK, get a little closer together," said Jason. Kelly responded by
putting her arm around my shoulder and I responded in kind and Jason
snapped another picture.

"Closer again?" asked Jim with an evil grin.

"Looking for a little lez scene?" asked Kelly. I was a little taken
aback, but Kelly just laughed and pulled me closer and I had to step
to keep my balance. She was giggling and I realized she was just
teasing the guys. Jason snapped another picture.

"OK, how about a kiss?" asked Jason.

"You want us to drop our tops too?" asked Kelly.

"Great idea!" I think both guys said it in unison. Kelly looked at me
and giggled. I realized she might mean to do it! I looked around: a
high fence blocked any neighbors' view. But I didn't do things like
that. And neither did Kelly, did she?

Kelly was undoing her top! As soon as it was off, Jason was
snapping!

"Let's give 'em a show they won't forget," said Kelly to me in a low
voice. I grinned and posed and stood there with her, but inside I was
nervous. This was too much for me.

"Want me to undo it?" asked Kelly, again in a low voice. She meant
my top!

"No!" I was quiet, but vociferous.

"No prob," she returned without missing a beat, "Here, let's give 'em
a *real* show!" And before I knew it, she had put the fingers of one
hand over my mouth, and then put her head right up to mine and
kissed the back of her fingers! Jason snapped and snapped, and I
heard a lurid comment or two from the guys too! I finally felt OK, it
was obviously all fake, and they didn't seem to mind that I kept my
top on. I realized I was relieved, and that made me wonder what I
had been fearing they would want.

"OK, it's our turn," said Kelly, grabbing the camera. She snapped a
picture of Jim and then started directing them, "OK, now, stand
together."

"Uh, not in your lifetime," said Jim. Jason seemed to be agreeing.

"We're not looking for hugs and kisses," said Kelly, "Let's just get a
picture of the two of you." They finally relented and stood next to
each other. Jason really did look good. Jim is good looking and I love
him, but Jason...

"Well, we want more than that," said Kelly. Jason responded by doing
a couple of body builder poses. Jim took the hint and started too.
Kelly still took pictures, still without her top.

"This'll never do," she said right away, "Let's see some wrestling!"

"Uh," Jim hemmed and hawed. Jason looked embarrassed too.

"Not macho enough to wrestle?" asked Kelly, "Just a little match to
show you're not wimps." They actually bought it, and soon were
facing each other, and grasping each other's shoulders, circling each
other. Kelly took a few more shots.

The *match* didn't last long: Jason obviously knew what he was
doing, and soon he was kneeling astride Jim who was face down.
Jason had Jim's arms raised just enough to keep him immobile.

"Loser shows his butt!" said Kelly, and she pushed the camera in my
hands after snapping a shot and told me to take pictures! Then she
was straddling Jim's legs and tugging his suit off! "Shoot em!" she
yelled at me, but I just stared. Soon she had the suit off and on the
ground and Jim was yelling his head off. Next, she took off her own
bottom and stuffed it in Jim's mouth! Then she was immediately
back taking the camera out of my hands. I just sat there and stared!

"OK, Jason," she said, snapping a couple of shots, "show him how a
*real man* fucks butt!" Jason was up and off Jim quick as a flash
and after Kelly! She gave a little squeal when she saw his face, and
pushed the camera in my hand, and took off. She ran into the house
and he was right behind her. We heard squealing and giggling through
the windows.

Jim was picking himself off the ground and removed the bottom from
his mouth and just looked at me. His cock was hard as a rock! I just
came up to him, wondering what he would do. He grabbed my hand
and stood up, looking around as if he were searching. Then he drew
me right up to the house, in a corner. He backed me into the corner
and looked at me. He was still naked. There was still squealing
from inside the house. He took the bottom of my suit off and
fingered me. He couldn't miss noticing how wet I was. In seconds,
he was sitting on the ground and I was straddling his cock, bouncing
up and down. I heard the loud groan of a woman in orgasm. I didn't
know if it was from in the house or it was me.


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Doctor by D

I've known for years that my husband has doctor's office sex fantasies. For a
long time, he has been suggesting that we play one out, but I always refused.
But finally, once after we went out for a great dinner, I had had plenty of
wine and was feeling really good and I thought "Why not?" I told him I was up
for it, expecting to see some of that infantile male excitement, but
surprisingly enough, he was pretty cool. The only thing different I noticed
was that we were not driving toward home as expected.

We ended up parking at a medical office building and the next thing I new he
was leading me to the back door. It was dark inside. Amazingly enough, the
back door was propped open and he led me in, carefully making sure the door
remained propped. It was spooky being inside a dark building and you can
believe that I was nervous about being in there! He led me up a dark
stairwell, up several flights of stairs soon making me wonder why we didn't
take the elevator. Finally we emerged in a hall which was also dark but had a
bit of illumination from streetlights through windows at the ends of the hall.

He led me to a door and told me to go in. I immediately realized that he
wasn't coming in with me! Well, he was very reassuring, saying not to worry,
just go along with things and he was going in through another door. I was
quite amazed by whatever this plan was that he had! But the wine or something
must have softened me up for outrageousness because I finally agreed. I
watched him walk down the hall and enter another door. I wanted to see where
he was headed in case I had to go find him. I wasn't even sure if the door in
front of me was unlocked!

Well I entered the door and thought I was in a dream for a second! It was
illuminated, with people waiting and a receptionist just as if it were the
middle of the day! I stood there dumb for a few seconds, then watched a nurse
come in and lead one of the two women in the waiting room away. Initially no
one paid attention to me, but then the receptionist looked upat me and said
"Come on in Mrs Sanders." My jaw dropped at her mention of my name, but I
drifted in as if in a dream. The receptionist gave me a form to fill out--
exactly the kind of information form you get the first time you go to a
doctor's office! I sat down with it and the pen and clipboard she gave me. I
surreptitiously glanced up at the other occupant--a woman sitting opposite me
who was reading a magazine. I was alternating between incredulity and simply
following along with the whole thing. The woman glanced up at me once when I
was watching her and she exhibited a look of amused condescension. I went
back to filling out my form, no longer suffering from that tendency to stop
and wonder every minute. The only thing out of the ordinary was that there I
was dressed for the best restaurant in town while the rest of them were
dressed like a normal day at the doctor's office.

When I completed the form I gave it back to the receptionist and sat down. I
had a moment to wonder at my husband's connection to all this, but in just a
minute a nurse told me to come with her. She took me to a small dressing
room, gave me a hospital gown and told me to change into it. This was so real
that it was creepy! Well, I continued to go along with it, changing into the
gown and hanging my dress on a hook in the room. After a few minutes, she
came back and led me back along the hall past the receptionist and the waiting
room to an examination room. Along the way we passed another nurse escorting
another woman dressed in a hospital gown in the other direction. But the
strange thing I noticed was that this other woman had some sort of restraint
holding her wrists together in front of her! You can bet I was surprised, but
I played it cool. When we got into the examination room, the nurse weighed me
and took my blood pressure and then asked me to take off the gown! It was
all so real I didn't hesitate. Then she started examining my breasts, readily
handling them, but soon I noticed she was purposely brushing my nipples in
such a way as to get them hard! I had a momentary panic realizing I was
standing there, naked, with a strange woman dressed as a nurse who was playing
with my nipples, but almost immediately another nurse entered the rooand the
first nurse stopped, looking a little bit guilty. The second nurse, who
apparently was in charge told her to stay, told me to put my gown on again,
then slipped a restraint around my wrists! It used velcro but certainly held
them fast! Then she escorted me back out into the hall past the reception
area and the waiting room again. But she stopped and talked to the
receptionist, leaving me standing there in front of the receptionist and the
waiting room! That woman in the waiting room was still there, reading her
magazine. She glanced up at me once, and her look of amusement made me want
to melt into the floor! I just did my best to stand there as if nothing were
out of the ordinary. Finally the nurse took me on, to the end of the hall
where we entered another examining room. She took off the restraints and told
me to take off the gown, then put the restraints back on me with my wrists
behind me! Then she put a blindfold over my eyes and had me lean over the
side of the examination table! I felt her start to touch my ass! I
immediately stood up, but she was strong or knew what she was doing because
she quickly forced me back down into the same position. She told me not to
worry. Then I realized she was pushing lubricant into my ass, soon using her
finger to push it right in! Then she said the doctor would be in to see me
soon and I think she left, but I also had the feeling she pretended to leave
and actually stayed.

Anyhow, in just a minute, I was aware of someone coming in the room, then I
felt hands on my body. They were skilled hands and soon I was like jelly.
Then I felt a cock pushing at my asshole! Every time I began to say anything
I was shushed but no one talked to me. Soon the cock was inside my asshole
and I was so hot I couldn't believe it! And I'd never had it in my ass before
either! Well the hands didn't stop and soon I was coming like I'd never come
before! I think being somewhat upright made it more draining--I'd always done
it lying down. Soon I could feel my husband reaching orgasm too--I say "my
husband", but I really couldn't tell if it was! But somehow I was beyond
caring, or at least I blocked out the thought that it could be someone else!

Well, after the "doctor" left, the nurse cleaned me up, undid my blindfold an
wrist restraints, had me put on the gown and again put the restraints on with
my hands in front of me. She escorted me back down the hall--this time I was
embarrassed because I was sure I looked completely debauched. We went past
the reception area and waiting room again back to the examination room that I
was in earlier. When we went in, the nurse turned on the lights. I was
surprised to see the earlier nurse was in the room in the dark! She was nude
and facing the wall! The nurse that brought me told the other nurse to get
dressed. Then she took off my hand restraints and left. The ther nurse took
me back (again past the reception area and waiting room--I was afraid to look
to see if that woman was still there) to the dressing room and told me I could
get dressed. I dressed and went back to the waiting area. The other woman
was gone. The receptionist continued filling out a paper and gave it to me
and told me to give it to my husband. I glanced at it and couldn't make a
word of it. I did happen to notice the woman who had been in the waiting room
being escorted down the hall by one of the nurses. She was nude! Her wrists
were restrained behind her too. She never looked my way. Somehow I felt
smug.

Well, finally I left, and there was my husband in the hall, looking happy as a
clam! I didn't say anything about it at first and he never let me start any
conversation about the experience--just took me home and we had sex like
nothing I remember! Well I was in shock for the next few days, constantly
thinking about it, and it was frustrating not to be able to talk to my husband
about it, though if truth be told, I was embarrassed to bring it up myself.
Well, a couple of nights later, he drove me there again and I had almost
exactly the same experience--this time there were two other women in the
waiting room when I came in, but I never saw that woman who was in there the
first time. Otherwise it was similar though different nurses took me and they
each gave me a "breast exam". We went again and soon we were going quite
often. The nurses started giving me other kinds of "exams" that involved
massaging me, often with me laying on one of the examination tables, sometimes
face up and sometimes face down. They would also stick things in my cunt or
my asshole. One nurse had me lay on my back, had me open my mouth, then ran
her fingertip gently around my lips. For some reason, that got me much hotter
than I would ever have guessed! Also, pretty soon the nurses always escorted
me nude with my hands restrained behind me, and sometimes blindfolded! Often
they seemed to stop at the receptionist's desk and chat and often I had to
stand there while women in the waiting room stole glances at me. It was
really nerve-wracking when I was blindfolded but could "feel" those looks!

Well, we never went more than three days without driving down there, but
eventually my husband had to go off on business for a week. I always get
lonely without my husband, but this time I also was soon thinking about a trip
to the doctor's office. By midweek I was going crazy, and finally Thursday
night, I went down there myself! The receptionist looked a little surprised,
reinforcing the idea that somehow my husband signalled ahead about our visits,
or maybe he had told them he was going to be gone for a week. Anyhow, soon a
nurse was taking me to an office where I hadn't been before. The nurse asked
me about my husband and I told her that he was away on a trip. She told me to
get undressed and I complied. Then, she used restraints to tie my hands to
the furniture, apart, so I was kneeling in the middle of the room. Then she
lifted her dress and made me eat her! She left, leaving me there, but soon
another nurse came in and made me eat her too! After a while, I realized that
they were all coming in over and over and making me lick their cunts every
time! They also had a leather belt and started whipping me sometimes when
they came into the room! They also eventually blindfolded me. I just knelt
there for what seemed like hours, doing what they wanted, when they wanted. I
was getting tired, but I wasn't in a position such that I could sleep.
Finally I seemed to be half out of it, dozing while upright on my knees when I
heard a voice say "What is going on here!"

The blindfold was taken off of me. There was a nurse in front of me who I
didn't recognize, and I could see by the window that it was morning! A
receptionist, also different, ran in after the nurse's shout. There I stood,
shaking off my drowsiness in front of these two women who looked at me as if I
were from Mars. "My god, have you been ****d?" gasped the nurse. "No..." I
said in a little squeak. "You've been playing some kind of sick game with
someone" said the nurse, obviously disgusted and I must have blushed
something dreadful. "I'm getting security--you stay and watch her" she
finally said to the receptionist.

Soon it was just the receptionist and me and I finally noticed her reaction.
She looked shocked, but also curious. "Please let me go" I finally got the
presence of mind to beg. "Please, before they get back--I'll die of
embarrassment! I can't imagine what will happen to me!" She still looked at
me with curiosity in her eyes. "Did they whip you?" she finally asked.
"Uh...yes" I finally blurted. I figured I'd better cooperate with her if I
was going to get her to let me go. "Did you like it?" "Pleeeeze let me go?
Yes, I liked it. Please?"

She thought a little, then said "OK". She undid the hand restraints and said
"Come with me." I looked around for my clothes, but they were gone! She said
"I'll get something you can put on" so I quickly followed her. She gave me a
raincoat. Then she led me down the stairwell and out the same back door that
me and my husband would come in. We walked across the parking lot, me trying
to look inconspicuous in case that nurse looked out. The receptionist led me
into another medical building about a half-block away. I didn't know what to
do--I didn't have my own car keys and I had no idea if she even had a car.
She led me up, and finally into another doctor's office. There were already
patients in the waiting room but she walked up to the receptionist and talked
to her quietly, eventually whispering in her ear. They both glanced at me
during the conversation and I started getting a very uneasy feeling. Finally,
as soon as they were done talking, this other receptionist told me to come
with her and escorted me to a small examining room. She told me to take off
the raincoat and sit on the table. As soon as I had the raincoat off, she
took it and left.

I sat there for a while, and she came back, bringing a nurse in the room--or
at first I thing it was a nurse, then I realized it was a female doctor. The
doctor told me to lie down which I did, then she put her hands on my body in a
businesslike way just as if it were an examination, but the things she did
with her hands defy belief! Soon I was writhing and bucking there as she
manipulated my nipples and my clitoris! I was nearly out of it, but I did
register that a nurse had come in with a shiny metal dildo and they had me
lying on my side, lubricating my ass...


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Door by D 1/10/95

I almost went up the steps... onto the back porch. They certainly would
have heard me and things probably would have been different. I happened
to see through the screen door before stepping on the first step. There
was Mrs. Addison sitting on a chair and Beth was laying face down over
her thighs! Beth was going to get a spanking!

I stared, not making a sound. Beth's pants and underpants were pushed
down and her rear was completely bare. I'd figured Beth was too old to
get a spanking--she was a year younger than me. I'd never gotten a
spanking, at least nothing like *this*--I didn't remember the last time I'd
ever gotten a spanking. Mrs. Addison was talking away, telling her what-
for, but I don't remember what it was about. She raised her hand and
brought it right down on Beth's rear. And again. I was like a statue--I'm
sure I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. She just spanked her again and
again.

Then she was done. I quietly slipped away. I thought about how lucky I
was and how mean Mrs. Addison was and wondered how Beth could stand it.
I figured it wasn't happening very often, but just the one time I saw
seemed like too much.

But soon I forgot about it--or at least never thought about it--until I was
about 17. I was laying in bed one night, almost going to sleep, and
suddenly I had the weirdest thoughts. Beth and I had gone swimming that
day. Laying there, an image of Beth popped in my mind--in her swimming
suit. I remember that vision of her back--her rear--right in my head. Her
swimming suit wasn't really that skimpy, but it certainly didn't hide
anything about the shape of her body. Then I remembered the spanking.
And I lay there, that vision of her in the swimming suit coming back to me
again and again, as well as the memory of that spanking I'd happened upon.
I wondered about myself the next day and found myself thinking about her
again that night as I tried to fall asleep.

But that was a long time ago--before we went off to college. This is
about last night. I've been home on break and Beth and I went out. We
stopped at a club, meeting Don, whom we'd known in high school, and a
couple of Don's friends. We talked and danced some and drank and
generally celebrated. It was Beth's birthday--actually today is Beth's
birthday but she said she wanted to celebrate last night because today
she'll be doing the family thing. Finally, at about 12:30 we left and
started home.

"So Happy Birthday," I offered, "It's after midnight."

She giggled. "Yeah, do I look more grown up?"

"Oh, you're so old..." Then I don't know what made me say it--I guess
there's a part of me that looks for trouble: "Ready for your birthday
spanking?" I asked.

She immediately turned the car into a driveway. It was so sudden, I felt
caught by surprise. We weren't anywhere near home. She looked at me for
a few seconds, but I couldn't see her expression. "So you're interested in
spankings?" she asked me. I just froze not knowing what to say. I didn't
know what I expected, but certainly not for her to make any kind of deal
about it. Then she backed the car out and went back the way we came.

We weren't headed for home anymore. "Where are we going?" I finally
ventured. She didn't answer; she just kept driving.

Finally she turned into a driveway. I had no idea where we were. There
were some lights on in the house. She got out of the car and told me to
come on. I still had no idea what was going on and just followed her, more
or less in a daze.

She rang the doorbell. The door opened and a woman looked out--she was
maybe forty or so. She looked bored. She took one look at us and turned
around and called: "Jeffrey!" Then she stood there and waited and a guy
came. He had long scraggly hair, blondish, and looked kind of young--I
would have guessed he was a freshman or sophomore in college. Very good
looking. He was dressed rather casually and looked at us.

"Oh, hi," he said. Beth walked in and I followed. The woman went back
into the living room. We walked by and I glanced in to see her watching
television with a girl who looked high-school aged. We followed the guy,
Jeffrey, down the hall and then downstairs into the basement. He led us
across a large area and then through a door into a small room furnished
with a bed made up like a couch--it looked like a little bedroom that
someone wanted to live in, or perhaps a guest room. He turned around and
sat on the edge of a chair and looked up at me.

"She's never done this," he said. He was talking to Beth as he looked at
me. I didn't say anything and neither did Beth. "Come, get down here," he
finally continued, patting the top of his thighs. I stared. They were both
looking at me. "Come on," he continued and smiled a little, "we'll pretend
you're turning ten today."

"I... I don't..." I started, but stopped and looked at Beth. She was looking

at
me, watching my eyes, though she didn't say a thing. I could just feel that
she was expecting me to lay across Jeffrey's thighs. It was so strange,
the two of them looking at me expectantly, and me feeling foolish for not
going along.

I did it. I lay down there. I was looking at the floor and Jeffrey's shoes
and waiting for this guy that I didn't even know to spank me. The last
position I'd ever expect to let myself get into. "Don't worry," he said, "it

won't be bad."

He did it. He spanked me. I heard the sound and felt the pain. He really
didn't do it very hard and it didn't really hurt that much. And he did it
again. And more. I silently counted. Yes, he stopped at ten, then helped
me up. I stood there, looking at them. They didn't say anything.

Beth reached under her skirt and pulled down her underpants, then she
kicked them off. Then she lay over Jeffrey's thighs just like I did. "Let's

see, you're 22, aren't you?" he said. He raised her skirt and her rear was
completely bare. My heart was in my throat. He'd just spanked me through
my clothes. Now he'd pulled his belt out of his pants and looped it double.

He smacked her with it. Hard. I heard her breath catch though she didn't
vocalize a bit. He didn't pause, but started smacking her rear over and
over again. She just lay there, face down, taking it. It was plain to see
that he was swinging a *lot* harder than when he had spanked me.

Suddenly he stopped. Beth just lay there, then looked up from her position.

He just sat there and she finally stood up and dropped her skirt back over
herself. He just sat there and Beth led me out of the room. She hadn't
retrieved her underpants. Back upstairs and past the living room where
the woman and the daughter were still there, watching TV.

In the front yard I said quietly "What does *she* think?"

"Oh, they both *know*," Beth answered. I was aghast. We got in the car,
Beth sitting down gingerly. She didn't start it right away, but just sat
there. She didn't look at me, but just stared at the steering wheel. I
waited a minute for her to get started, but something kept me from saying
anything.

Then suddenly, she pulled up the front of her skirt and started rubbing
herself, frantically. She wasn't being the least bit shy about it or trying
to hide a thing. I stared, not believing it. She started breathing harder
and harder, just continuing to rub herself as if her life depended on it.

My hand edged under my skirt. I slipped my fingers over the waste-band of
my underpants and started fingering myself. Beth just kept rubbing and
rubbing and breathing harder and harder. It was contagious or something: I
felt myself getting closer and closer to the verge. Then I was coming--
and so was Beth; there was no doubt about *that*.

Then we were both just sitting there. I was catching my breath. I
wondered about the two of us, sitting there in the car like that. Then Beth
started the car and drove. Neither of us said another word the whole time
she drove. Then we were in her driveway and getting out of the car. I felt
I just had to say something--things were too weird--but I couldn't make
myself talk and I turned to go without either of us having said a word. As
I was walking away, she spoke: "Will you be back home when it's *your*
birthday?" I didn't turn or say a word.


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Drawer by D 2/19/95

I stared at it. For a Halloween party? I had a funny feeling that it
wasn't.

"What are you looking at?" I almost jumped--I hadn't heard Maria come into
the room.

I stammered. "I.. I was looking for..."

She grinned. "Found something you wish you hadn't?" I felt relieved--at
least she wasn't mad, finding me in her dresser drawer. But I was still
embarrassed. "Never know what you'll find when you go snooping," she
continued, still smiling.

"Was it a costume party?" I asked, tentatively. The picture was of Maria
dressed completely in leather, a short tight outfit. She wore a
choker/collar, bracelets, and anklets of leather, and held a *whip*! She
wasn't smiling either and it gave me a creepy feeling.

She laughed out loud. "I guess I could claim it was, but it wasn't," she
answered, still grinning at me. "My ex and I did some... *interesting*
things."

"You're k**ding!"

"Nope!"

"Did you... ?"

"Whip him? Oh yes, and he *loved* it! Lots of men do."

"Did *you* like it?" I guess I was curious. Would she do all that just
for Dennis's benefit?

"Ah, now we get to the interesting question," she said. Suddenly I felt
embarrassed at asking, and she didn't help it at all. "Why do *you* want
to know; find it a little exciting yourself?"

"I'm just curious."

She laughed again. I had a feeling she didn't believe me. But I *was*
just curious. "Yes, I *did* like it," she finally answered, still
grinning. "And you'd like it too--I can tell."

"No!" I answered, maybe a little too vociferously. I paused and laughed a
little, at myself, I think. "I *told* you I'm just curious."

"And *why* do you think you're so curious?"

"Well, it *is* very unusual; and surprising to discover..." I stopped.
She was just grinning at me and I could tell she didn't buy a word of it.
"You don't have to believe me, but..."

"Wouldn't you like to have Ben naked, on his knees, in front of you, ready
to do anything you tell him?" she interrupted. "Ready to be whipped? To
do anything? Just because he's so attracted to you?"

I couldn't help it. She painted the picture in my mind and I pictured it.
Ben. "He'd never go for it," I answered. I shouldn't have said that.

"Oh, he might well *like* it. Lots of men do--men you'd *least* suspect."

I laughed. "Not Ben."

"Have you ever asked him?"

"No!" I answered, a little to quickly again. I giggled again: "What am I
going to do, say 'hon, would you like to let me whip you?'"

She smiled again. "That isn't so far-fetched as you think, but if you are
embarrassed about it, there are ways that you can feel him out." I didn't
say anything in answer. I wasn't sure why we were *having* this
discussion. Finally she went on: "What fantasies does he like the most?"

"How would *I* know?"

She laughed again: "Well, what letters? Stories?" I tried to think of
what she was talking about and finally she went on: "you know, in
*Penthouse Variations* or one of those other magazines." Again I looked
blank. "Do you two *read* any of those?"

"Read magazines? About sex?"

"Well, yes. It would make it easy if you did. Well, you could, um, go
with him to see *Exit to Eden*, or better yet, read the book and leave it
around the house, or *The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty*."

"Sleeping Beauty?"

"Yes, it's Anne Rice's erotic series. Or get a *Variations* and tell Ben
you want to read it with him."

"This doesn't sound like me..."

"Or you could show him my picture and see how he reacts."

In the end, I actually did it. She loaned me a copy of *Variations*
magazine as well as her picture, and convinced me I should get up the nerve
to tell Ben she had suggested we read the magazine together. At Maria's
suggestion, I suggested we sit in bed reading the letters, taking turns
going through the whole magazine, it being up to me to figure out which
ones turned him on.

Yes, there were some *Female Domination* letters, and I wouldn't have
believed it, but Ben was definitely turned on by them. So I took a deep
breath and went to the next step. I showed him the picture of Maria.

"Wow! There are sides to Maria that I never suspected!"

"Well, what do you think?"

"She looks *hot*! Hmm, maybe she could loan *you* that outfit!" My heart
was beating unbelievably fast. I'd done it! Not only had I broached the
subject, but Ben was receptive!

But I still had to make it clear what she was talking about. "She said
Dennis used to *feel* that whip." He didn't say anything but just stared
at the picture. I went on: "Do you think you would enjoy being dominated
by a woman?" He still didn't say a thing. He just stared at the picture.
Then he looked at me. And finally put the picture aside and kissed me. He
was on top of me in seconds and he was an a****l!

"He wants it," was Maria's pronouncement when I told her about our
escapades. "You've got him where you want him."

"Maria! I didn't say I..."

"Oh, come off it--why do you think you've been doing all this? You're just
*curious* to see if Ben would be willing? I'll bet you're wet all the time
just *thinking* about getting Ben..."

"Maria!" I said, shocked.

She laughed. "Sorry about my mouth." I laughed too, maybe a little
nervously. "So now you have to set something up," she went on.

"Set up?" Somehow it hadn't sunk in that I was actually going to do
anything like this.

"I can see *you* won't be able to get this off the ground. I'll have to
help you."

"Maria, I..."

"I'll get you two started! Listen, don't worry about it--I know how to do
this."

"I don't know, Maria," I said uncertainly.

"Afraid you'll be jealous? Look, he's ready to eat out of your hand.
Literally. After this, you'll never be jealous again, I guarantee it."

"What'll you do?"

"Just get him to be subervient to you--and get you used to the idea.
Look, once you get over this first hump, you wo't believe you were worried
about this. Look, I'll invite the two of you over for dinner and we'll
have a few drinks and I'll take it from there."

I was still uncertain--I asked her what she was going to do, but she said
she had to play it by ear. She finally convinced me and we set a date.

I think Ben accepted the idea of eating at Maria's just because he was
intrigued by that picture. Not that he had a clue as to what was going to
happen, nor did I if you come right down to it. She served us drinks and
we sat in the living room talking for a while--at least an hour. She was
always a good conversationalist and seemed to have no trouble keeping
things going so we were all three talking.

"So Ben, Grace tells me you were intrigued by my picture."

"Oh, was that you?" asked Ben, grinning. We'd had a bunch of drinks and I
wasn't as embarrassed by it all as I might be.

Maria just smiled back at him and said "Want to see more?" Then she was
gone. Her smile had looked, well, a little calculating, to me at least.
Then she was back with a picture album. She sat in the middle of the couch
and invited us to sit on each side of her. Then she opened the book.

There were several pictures of her. All with a whip. In some she was
dressed as in the other picture, in some she just wore an ordinary, rather
conservative suit. It reminded me that I was wearing very conservative
clothes because that's what she'd told me to do. She was too--the same
suit as was in the picture.

She flipped the page. One picture: Dennis, kneeling, nude! A blindfold
was over his eyes and his hands were cuffed behind his back. He had a
leather collar around his neck. We stared in silence. The next picture
had Dennis in the same position, but Maria was in the picture too, in her
little leather outfit. She was holding the whip up to Dennis's lips and he
had part of it in his mouth. She flipped again and it was Dennis, dressed
the same, but bent down so his rear was in the air and his head was on the
floor. And when she flipped it again, it was her whipping him!

"Do you like it?" asked Maria at last, to Ben. He didn't answer, but just
stared. Then she shut the book and put it on the coffee table. Then she
stood up and sat on the table, facing us. "I'm going to say this just
once," she said, still talking to Ben. She paused, then said: "Take off
your shirt."

I sat there, my heart in my throat, watching the two of them. Ben was
looking right at Maria. He still didn't say a word. "This is your
opportunity, Ben," she said finally. In a few more seconds, his fingers
rose to the top of his shirt and he started unbuttoning. I knew Maria had
said she was going to do something, but I was still shocked that this was
actually happening. Maria didn't smile even a little bit. Ben got his
shirt off and sat there in his tee shirt. She stood up and pulled the
coffee table out of the way, then returned. "OK, you stand up." He stood.
"In front of us." She sat next to me and he stood in front of us. "Back
up two feet... OK, now the tee shirt." I stared as he took it off. "Undo
your pants and push them down to your shoes... Now your underpants... sit
on the floor and get your shoes and socks off... push your pants and
underpants off and stand up again." He was a bit hard. I just stared. He
stood there in front of us, completely naked.

She leaned over and opened a drawer next to the couch and took out some
things. A blindfold and a collar and handcuffs. She stood up and stood in
front of him. She put the collar around his neck. Then she walked around
behind him and told him to put his hands behind him. I heard the clicking
as she put the handcuffs on him. Then she came around and stood in front
of him again.

"Say the word 'mistress'... *say it*!"

"Mistress." It was the first word he'd said since she brought up the
pictures.

"'From now on, to agree with me, you will say 'yes mistress'. Say it."

"Yes mistress."

"You are Grace's slave. Say 'yes mistress'."

"Yes mistress."

"You will let her whip you."

"Yes mistress."

"You will do exactly what she tells you to do."

"Yes mistress."

"Anything."

"Yes mistress."

She paused and put the blindfold on him.

"And anything *I* say, too."

"Yes mistress."

"And *all* women!"

"Yes mistress."

"Women will tell you what to do and you will obey."

"Yes mistress."

"What will you do for them?"

"Uh..."

"The answer is 'anything'."

"Anything... mistress."

"And if a woman tells you to do something you don't want to do? Will you
do it?"

"Yes mistress."

"Anything?"

"Yes mistress."

"We'll see." She turned around and motioned me to stand, then led me into
the kitchen.

"What do you think?" she said quietly.

"I can't *believe* it!"

"I've got to make sure he's committed, OK? So just watch."

"Sure."

"I mean it--don't intervene no matter what!" She seemed almost mad at me,
which I found confusing.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, uncertainly.

"Oh, I'll make him do some things just to let him know what's what. You
won't interfere?"

"I... I guess not."

"Say 'I promise not to interfere'."

"Maria!" Her dirty look again. "OK, I promise not to interfere!"

"Good!" and there was that smile again. Then she led me back and motioned
me to sit down, and stood in front of Ben again who was still standing
there.

"Ready to follow orders, man?"

"Yes mistress."

"I want you to follow them *quickly*."

"Yes mistress."

"Down on your knees." He got down. She laughed a harsh little laugh. I
was suddenly struck by the thought that I didn't know Maria nearly as well
as I thought I did.

"OK, I'm going to get a whip," she said and left. She was back in seconds,
a little whip in her hand. "I'm going to whip you a couple of times just
to let you get the feel of it," she added. "Try to keep silent."

I stared. She got in place and swung the whip around a little, then
smacked it right on his rear! He took in a sharp breath but didn't make
any other noise. She smiled and then did it again, and again.

"Now," she said from where she was standing, "we're going to make sure you
know how to follow orders quickly. I'm going to give you an order and then
use the whip if I'd like to see you do it more quickly. Got that?"

"Yes mistress."

"Put your head to the floor with your rear in the air." He started leaning
over and she immediately whipped him! I didn't think she'd had enough time
to see if he was doing it quickly.

"Get back to the way you were!" she ordered. Again she whipped him before
he was up.

"Stand up!" She whipped him again.

"You're slow. You think too much," she said. "Take a small step forward."
Again the whip. He was now right in front of me. "Kneel!" It seemed no
matter how quickly he did it, she whipped him. "Head to the floor!" This
time she paused a second before whipping him. "Lift your head up six
inches off the floor." Again she paused a second, then whipped him.

Then she came over to me and whispered to me: "Hold your foot two inches
from his lips." I extended my foot. Then she was back behind him, ready
to whip again. "Lean down and kiss!" He kissed my shoe. And got whipped.
"Again, quicker!" He still got whipped. "Again, quicker!" She still
whipped him. "Again!" This time she didn't whip him. He was very quick.

"Up on your knees!" He was up. She whipped him. Again she came over to
me and whispered to me to hold my fingers two inches in front of his lips.
She returned.

"Open your mouth." She whipped him. She quietly motioned me to move my
fingers into his mouth. "Close your lips and suck!" she said. He did it.
It was so weird having him sucking my fingers like that. And it started to
turn me on. Then she had him stop, then proceeded to have him extend his
head forward and suck my fingers over and over, responding as fast as he
could. Again she used the whip, letting up only after he was doing it very
quickly.

"OK, lie on the floor on your side." He was down, not really quickly, but
she didn't whip him this time. She knelt next to him and held her fingers
in front of his mouth. "Suck," she said and he reached over and put his
lips around her fingers and sucked. She giggled. "I'll tell you when to
stop," she said. He kept sucking, mouthing her fingers like a baby.
Finally she told him to stop and stood up, looking down at him. She held
her finger in front of her mouth to indicate to me to be quiet, then walked
out of the room.

She came back in, with a man! He was naked, and handcuffed and blindfolded
the same as Ben was! Once again, she indicated to me to stay quiet. I
think I was about to say something, but she gave me a very dirty look. She
led him by a leash that was attached to his collar.

He was young, probably in his early twenties, and was well built too. He
had black hair and a good looking face though I couldn't see his eyes of
course. She whispered in his ear and he lay on the floor. She guided his
movements so he was laying on his side, facing Ben, his head in the
opposite direction. Maria pushed on him a little until his cock was right
in front of Ben's face! Then she took the guy's cock and started stroking
it!

I stared. It was obvious what the next step was. This was way beyond
anything I expected. What kind of game was this?

She had the guy hard. Then she held his cock straight in front of Ben's
mouth.

"Ben! Open your mouth!" She said. He did it.

"Suck!" she said. He extended forward and his mouth closed on the cock.
He sucked for about half a second, then opened his mouth and started saying
something.

She whipped him. "I said *suck* ou slime!" She whipped him again.
Again. His lips closed around the guy's cock again.

"Now you know what it means to *obey*," she said and laughed. Then she
pushed the guy's head toward Ben's cock and the guy took it in his mouth.
They just lay there sucking in sixty-nine position.

The click of a camera. Maria had one and was snapping away at them. They
both just sucked and sucked. Then she sat next to me. "You wanted a slave
who'd do *anything you say*, righ?"

I just sat there, stunned. She giggled. I watched as they sucked and
sucked. The guy came. "Keep sucking," came Maria's hard voice. And they
did, just laying there. Ben came. I stared in shock. "He just cheated on
you," she whispered in my ear and giggled.

"Stop!" she finally ordered. She used the leash to draw the guy up to
standing and led him out of the room. Then she was back in the room and
took off Ben's handcuffs and collar, leaving him blindfolded. Then she
guided him into the bathroom and I heard her tell him to get dressed and
put the blindfold back on and wait.

"What do you think?" she said when I came out. She was so curious and
excited, looking like a schoolgirl who just came back from talking to the
class hunk. She'd sat down next to me and was talking quietly so Ben
wouldn't hear.

"Maria, you didn't tell me that..."

"He's a *slave* all right. You have to push them to be certain."

"Maria,..." but I didn't finish. She was up and back to the bathroom. She
brought him out, holding onto his upper arm. He wore the blindfold as
ordered. She took him to the front door, opened it and led him out.

"I instructed him to go sit in the car and wait for you," she said when she
was back in. She now held the blindfold. "Go get him!" she said,
practically pushing me out the door.

He was just sitting there, on the drivers' side. He didn't look at me. I
opened the passenger door and got in. He didn't drive or anything or say
anything either. He just sat there, staring at the dashboard.

"Ben?" I finally ventured, weakly. Suddenly he turned and grabbed me and
kissed me. He was absolutely crazy! He had his hand in my blouse in
seconds and soon had his hand under my skirt! He seemed absolutely driven,
and it must have been catching--I unzipped his pants and pulled out his
cock and started doing him with *my* hands. Then I was coming and I
couldn't pay attention. He still fingered me. I finally managed to pull
myself together and leaned down and took his cock in my mouth--something I
almost *never* do!

Soon we were both sitting there exhausted and I finally wondered if anyone
might have seen us. There was a mess but I didn't care. Ben drove us
home. We made love again that night, and then again in the morning. We'd
never even eaten supper. I was so turned on it was crazy.

She called me in the morning: "How was it?"

"Unbelievable! We were so turned on!"

She giggled. "And what were you afraid of?"

I thought about it again. "Maria, that was weird. How did you know it
would get us so excited?"

"You think I don't know you? Why do you think I sent you in the bedroom
that day? But this is just the beginning. I'm coming over tonight."

"Uh, I don't know..."

"You can't back out now. You've got to see this through."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, *you* haven't started dominating him. Or maybe you have?" I didn't
answer. "I'll be over at 7."

"Maria, maybe we could at least wait a while..."

She laughed. "Tonight at 7," she said and hung up.

I answered the door, right after supper. I said hi to her, but she just
looked at me with this little knowing smile and winked. Then she walked
into the living room where Ben was sitting. Then she just stood there,
looking at him. She had an expectant look about her but not a trace of a
smile. He looked up and said "Hi Maria." She still just stood there,
looking at him. Finally he got up and stood in front of her. I noticed a
momentary hint of a smile on her lips.

"Hands on top of your head," she finally said, quietly but firmly.

"Yes mistress," he said, and as he carried out the order, I watched his
body stiffen until he was straight as a soldier at attention. She started
walking around him as if she were inspecting him and he stood there, not
moving his eyes. She looked at me briefly and smiled.

"Are you ready to obey?" she asked him as she faced me.

"Yes mistress."

"We're going to the movies," she announced. "Come on, both of you." It
seemed like there was no stopping her. We just followed her out.

She led us to her car. A guy was sitting in the passenger seat--a
different guy, but he was also young and very good looking. She directed
us into the back seat and drove us to a nearby cineplex. No one said a
thing.

The movie had been playing a while and the theatre was almost completely
deserted. It wasn't really a picture Ben would have wanted to see though
I'd been thinking about it. Maria directed us over to the side seats to
the right, midway down to the front, though we could have sat anywhere we
wanted. She had me sit on the isle and she sat between me and the guys.

When the movie started, she said something to the guys. I glanced over
there. They slipped out of their seats onto the floor! Then they took
their clothes off! Then they got in sixty-nine position, laying on the
floor, and started sucking!

Maria told me to watch the movie. I must have been staring. They just
kept laying down there, sucking quietly. Finally I got into the movie. It
was sad and I cried. Maria did too. She talked some more to them. By the
time the movie was over, they were sitting in their seats. Afterwards, we
walked around the back of the building in the shadows and Maria had them
strip and sixty-nine some more on the asphalt. When we got home, she told
me not to have sex with him for a while. "He's got to learn who's boss,"
she explained.

The next night, she turned up at our door at 5:30, unannounced. "We're
going out to eat," she said. She drove us, yet another guy waiting in her
car his time. Maria told the men to go to the men's room and strip and
start sixty-nining and she'd be checking on them. They left and I asked
her how she could check them. She just laughed and told me to come with
her. I didn't budge. When she was back, she said they'd managed it, in a
stall so that it wasn't too obvious. She giggled some more.

When we left the restaurant, she directed Ben and the other guy into the
back seat of the car. "The slaves will sit in the back seat and wear
blindfolds. Understood?"

"Yes mistress."

She drove. She took us across town to a building that vaguely reminded me
of a church. The guys sat in the back seat; Maria had put a blindfold on
Ben and handcuffed his hands in front of him as soon as he was sitting.
The other guy too. She had me sit up front with her.

She opened the car door for Ben and told him to stand up. She just left
the other guy there in the car. She led us to a door and into the
building. We walked right through the parking lot with Ben blindfolded and
handcuffed! I glanced around.

Once in the building, it still reminded me a little of a church. We walked
down a hall and into a room. She told him to await orders and then drew me
out of the room. She drew me to a locker room and proceeded to get
undressed, telling me to do the same! No one else was there.

"Maria, this is too much."

"Come on, Grace, we're doing so well." I just went along with it. She
gave me a black robe, like a judge's robe or a choir robe to put on and put
on one herself, wearing nothing underneath. I just went along.

"Come here," she said, drawing my hand. We went down another hall and into
a large room with a number of people. There were other women dressed as we
were, standing in a line. Each one held a candle and that was the only
light in the room. She took a candle from a candelabra next to the door
and gave one to me and took me to stand at the end of the line. I started
imagining what was going on here and felt like nothing I could imagine was
likely to match the reality.

A door opened and a woman walked in. She was dressed the way Maria had
been in that first picture I saw: leather. Following her was a line of
men, all naked. They were like Ben had been, collar, blindfold and
handcuffs, but they were chained together by their collars and they were
gagged. The woman led them into a long line facing us, a couple of other
women in leather escorting them. I didn't see Ben.

One of the women in leather walked behind them, whipping some of them.
They all stood rigid, like soldiers at attention. Then more women brought
in another line of men, in similar condition. I saw Ben. They led them to
stand right in front of the other line of men, then had them kneel. They
did some adjusting, and one man was kneeling in front of each of the other
men. Then they went down the line taking off the kneeling men's gags and
blindfolds. Then I heard one of the women order them to suck, then whips
were smacking their rears. They all started sucking, Ben included.

Another man, by himself was being led by a leash by one of the women in
leather. He knelt in front of the woman in the robe at the other end of
our line. His gag was taken off, then the woman lifted her robe and he was
pushed up to her naked body and she dropped the robe over him. She still
held her candle in one hand.

The women ordered the kneeling men to stop sucking, then went down the line
replacing their gags and blindfolds. Then they were ordered to turn around
and put their heads to the floor with their rears in the air. Then the men
behind them were made to kneel and approach the other men's rears! Then
they were ordered to fuck the men! I stared at Ben, watching the man
behind him pushing his cock into him. Never in a million years would I
expect to see this.

The lone man was now under the next woman's robe. The first one had come-
-I'd seen it. "This is the initiation ceremony," whispered Maria in my
ear. I just stared, not believing it.

The man continued down the line, getting under each robe, one by one. The
men finished up and the women removed the chain from the men who had just
been done in the rear. They had them all lie on the floor, took their gags
off and arranged them in sixty-nine positions, like at the apartment. The
lone man was getting closer to our end of the line. He was just three
women away from Maria. I suddenly got nervous about it.

"Relax," said Maria as if reading my thoughts. "Ben is over there having
fun without you: you deserve some fun too!" I looked down at the men. All
of them sucking away, looking something like babies. I recognized Dennis
among them.

Maria held my hand while the lone man was under her robe. Her hand
squeezed harder as her breathing picked up. She came. Then he was under
my robe. He licked. He was good--so good. Maria held my hand and
whispered in my ear: "Only the best get to do *this*." It was so hard to
keep standing.

We left without Ben. "They'll take care of him tonight," Maria said.

"What *is* this place?"

"You'll find out more about it," said Maria. She didn't offer any more.
She walked me back from her car. The other guy was gone. "They'll get Ben
*really* in shape," she said. "He'll follow orders and you'll have to keep
him nude and blindfolded in the house when you don't have him doing
housework."

I slept alone that night. In the morning, still no Ben. I called her:
"Don't worry, you'll see him tonight," she offered. She showed up after
work and drove me over to that place again. The men spent that entire
evening lying on the floor in sixty-nine position. They never stopped
sucking. You'd see one come every minute or so, but they wouldn't stop the
sucking. We left Ben there again. "Don't worry about him--he's in good
hands."

That weekend, she drove us to a convention of sorts. After picking me up,
we stopped at the place and picked up Ben. The "convention" had a whole
floor of the hotel rented. One hotel room was absolutely filled with men
who were blindfolded, handcuffed, lying on the beds and all over the floor,
sixty-nining. One pair were lying on a table. Three women in leather
outfits and whips were keeping them all going. When we left Ben in the
room, another woman invited me to stay in her room with her. Maria told
her no and later told me to stay away from women who did that. She and I
stayed together in the same room, each lying on our own double bed,
watching movies on TV. Later a woman in leather brought a man in for a
while. It was Dennis! He licked so beautifully. Maria passed. Then the
woman took him out again. And that was how the whole weekend went, though
other men were brought in and Maria let them lick.

I haven't had sex with Ben since that first night, weeks ago. Maria and I
go to the sanctuary every night and I get licked. And every weekend there
is something. Last weekend, we went camping. The men lay naked in the
dirt, sixty-nining whenever there wasn't work to do or some sort of
ceremony. They weren't bound or blindfolded, but they had their eyes
closed and just sucked and sucked, looking like babies. The women had me
dress in leather and gave me lessons using a whip. They brought over two
men to lie down, sixty-nining for me to practice on. I watched them come,
with their eyes shut. I could tell that the whip helped bring them to
climax.

Maria told me I'd be divorcing Ben soon since he didn't deserve to be my
husband. Just like she had divorced Dennis. She said I could come live
with her.


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Dream by D

*Exactly what my husband would like to see.* I watched the woman
jog by. I was looking out my front window and she caught my eye.
I'd seen her jogging by before, usually the same time every day. She
was medium height, slender, blond, with big breasts, and she wore
short athletic shorts and a tee-shirt just tight enough to show off
her figure. And she was definitely athletic, jogging by every day,
and around the next block several times before returning.

I could just imagine it if my husband were home in the afternoon
when she jogged by. There was no way he could resist a peek at that.
What would he be thinking? About her breasts--about what she
looked like nude. About making love to her? Well, he left no doubt
that it was me he loved, but he *is* a man. So not *making love*,
but *doing it*. Would he think about *doing it* with her? I watched
her jogging back. How would they do it? Why was I thinking about
this? Would she give him a coy smile? Would she giggle at him?
Would she be brazen and strip for him?

I imagined her right there in the living room, smiling at him. How
would she do it? Whatever way he wanted? What would he
fantasize? Her getting on her hands and knees, nude, looking coyly
back at him--and him kneeling behind her. Why was I thinking about
this? She was obviously the kind of woman that a man liked to look
at, to fantasize about. And my husband was definitely a man.

I feel guilty that I don't exercise regularly like that woman. One day
I put on my running shorts and headed out to jog. I hadn't seen her. I
really didn't want to do it out there in front of her, looking like a
rank beginner. If I was lucky, I'd be done before she came.

I hadn't run more than two hundred feet and she passed me. I
watched her zipping away from me--she was obviously athletic. I
felt foolish: someone like her would want nothing to do with
someone like me. Then she turned around and looked at me. And she
stopped, jogging in place for a second, and then running back to me.

"Hi," she said. She had fallen in beside me.

"Hello."

"Mind if I run with you? It's so boring to run alone."

"Sure." She could talk so easily while she was jogging. I was trying
to catch my breath and she just talked away, first about the
weather, then about the neighborhood. She was very friendly and she
made me feel like she was lucky to be running with *me*. I finally
gave out and had to walk a while. That didn't faze her a bit, she just
walked beside me until I'd caught my breath, still talking away.
When I had to quit after circling the block twice, she also didn't bat
an eye, but ran right along with me back to my house.

"Thanks for letting me run with you," she said, friendly to the end.
"Maybe we could do it again some day?" And as an afterthought, "If
you're running again?"

I couldn't believe it. I was admiring her for being so trim and
athletic, and she is asking me if she can run with me! It was just so
unexpected.

That night as I lay in bed, I was just drifting off when I woke with a
start. There had been the image of her, turning around and running
back to me, looking so happy. I lay there awake for a minute staring
at the ceiling. I shut my eyes and there was that image again. Why
was I so excited?


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Dunes - by D 8/3/95

"Wow!" I said. It was involuntary.

"What?" responded Rick, then he followed the direction
of my eyes. "Oh, man!" he reacted.

A vision, coming out of the waves. Not that I should
have been noticing, what with Melody and all. We both stared,
then tried to hide it as the woman actually started walking
toward us. I wondered if her towel was close by, but then she
turned and walked off to a towel about thirty feet off.

She was sitting on it and drying off. Rick and I both
kept an eye in that direction. "I'm walking by," he finally
said, and set out in her direction. I heard his "Hi." My mind
raced: was he being too forward? Did he sound like a nerd? I
realized he was acting natural, and suddenly was less certain
that I could manage to do the same.

"Hi." The vision responded.

"How's the water?"

"Great! You guys should get in and cool off!" She'd
noticed us! My mind momentarily registered that she was reading
my thoughts, but in a second I realized she was simply referring
to the day's temperature.

Rick managed to "innocently" circle back (Ha!) and soon
he and I were in the water. "Man oh man!" were his first words
and without any further elucidation, I knew exactly of what he
spoke.

"She certainly is *something*!"

"We've got to get to know her," said Rick.

"Won't help me, but sure, I'll do my best to help you."

"Hey, what Melody doesn't know..." started Rick,
smiling, "but that's OK with me!" Then we noticed she'd decided
to test the waters again. So soon after drying off, and she came
over our way too!

Sometimes, fate just smiles on you. Or Rick, at least.
Her name was Christie, she was very friendly, and when we left
the water, she actually brought her towel over to ours and
talked to us. She was still friendly, apparently unattached, and
she even made a couple of slightly suggestive remarks about "a
couple of studs."

I had to be very careful not to stare. The bikini she
wore was so tiny, and her body! I'd swear she was a model, to
see her.

Then I realized she was suggesting the three of us walk
down the beach! And, naturally, soon we were. She said she liked
to get away from the people and a little ways down there was
nothing but sand dunes. Soon we were walking through them, her
and Rick still talking and joking. I started thinking: why were
we doing this? Why was *she* doing this? Walking alone with us
through a deserted and hidden part of the beach.

"I feel like doing something *wild*," she was saying.
She had a gleeful expression. This was like a dream. Rick
returned a properly suggestive remark, egging her on. She sat
down on the sand, leaning back on her elbows. Her *smile*! Rick
was next to her in a second.

I wondered whether I should make myself scarce, but her
smile when she looked at me, without a word, told me she wanted
me to stay. Then I was sitting too, her between us.

"*This* could be *fun*," she said in a low, sexy voice.
I swear, she knew exactly what she was doing, and was all for it.

"Have you had two men before?" I couldn't believe Rick
asked her that! I was still in shock or something that this was
actually happening. And more than a little nervous. She lay back
on the sand and we were each on our sides on each side of her.
She still smiled.

"It's an intriguing idea," she answered Rick with a
smile. She ran her own hands up and down her body. "Do you find
me desireable?" she asked, looking at me.

"Uh, yes!" I managed.

She giggled. "OK, to start, one kiss each," she said,
and she pulled me into a kiss. I couldn't believe it. Kissing a
goddess! She wasn't the least bit shy about it either, if you
know what I mean. You can't believe what it was doing to me.

Then she'd broken it, and with a glance and a smile to
me, turned to Rick. I watched them kiss.

Then they were done. "You know what I'd really like?"
she said, still smiling that wicked smile.

"What?" answered Rick.

"I've never seen it before." We didn't respond. "I'd
like to see two guys get it on."

I froze, staring at her. Her demeanor hadn't changed a
bit. I didn't even want to glance at Rick, but I could tell he
was shocked too.

"I don't think so," he finally said, in a sarcastic
tone, and stood up. My thoughts exactly, and I was up in another
second.

She was up too, and soon was on Rick. "Oh, come on," she
said, in mock disappointment, "Listen: you do this just for me,
and I'm *yours*." She was all over him, and then she'd turned to
me, with a pleading look in her eyes. She'd somehow grabbed his
hands and gotten them on her body. I stared at her.

"Just show me a little sixty nine, and then show *me*
what *you* want!" She had her hand on his cock and was rubbing
it. She whispered something in his ear.

Suddenly she was on me. She had her arms around me and
her body pressed to mine and she was looking up at me, smiling.
She said quietly: "I *want* your cock in my mouth!" Her body was
pressed against my cock and it was definitely hardening!

I looked at Rick. He wasn't leaving, but was looking at
me with a curious expression on his face. She turned back to
Rick, but pressed the back of her body against me. "It'll just
be our little secret: one little time," she said.

Yes, I did think about it. Would I do that, just for a
chance with Christie? She was *really* something, and I'd
*never* run into a woman, beautiful or not, who talked about sex
like that! Rick looked me in the eye. I realized then and there
that he was willing to do it, for his chance at Christie. She
reached behind me and pressed herself harder into my body,
undulating a little. *What the hell*, I thought.

She was so happy. Somehow she *knew*, even without Rick
or I saying anything.

Then she was away from us, facing us. "OK, let's see
your bodies," she said. Since we were in swimsuits, obviously
she meant our cocks. "Go ahead," she urged us. I glanced at
Rick. I sort of casually put a thumb in the waistband of my suit
and he did the same. I slowly started pushing it down. Soon we
were both standing there, naked in front of her.

She looked like she'd just won the lottery. "OK, lie
down," she said, pointing out a spot. By this time, I didn't
know what to do except follow her lead and soon found myself
lying on my side, facing Rick's cock!

"OK," she said as she knelt next to us, practically
hovering over us. "Take it in your hand," I felt Rick touch me
and then hold me. I did it too. "Kiss it." I can't believe I did
it, but I did. "OK, i your mouths," and on she went.

Soon, I was lying there, sucking. "Oh, yes," she said,
still over us. She was standing. "Keep sucking!" she encouraged,
"This is incredible!" The sound of her breathy voice was so
intoxicating. And the noise of the ocean.

Yes, I got hard. It's hard not to when someone is
sucking on your cock. He did, too. And her voice, as she kept
talking, encouraging us. She told us how much she loved it. More
than once I felt a sudden sense of unbelief that there was this
cock in my mouth and I was doing my best to get it harder. She
sounded like *she* was about to come, the way she talked. "Oh,
yes, more! More! Do it!"

And then I knew it. Knew it for certain. I was
definitely going to come. I couldn't *believe* this! *He* was
going to, too. And I didn't care--I was ready for it. And she
just kept talking and talking.

And it was happening. I felt myself go--what relief. And
then, in my mouth, the salty liquid. "Yes! Yes! Swallow!" came
her desperate-sounding voice.

And it was done. I lay there, stunned and beaten. "You
guys look useless to me!" I heard her say. I lay there, for a
second, staring at the sky.

I sat up. She was nowhere to be seen. She'd be back. No
she wouldn't. I stared at Rick for a second, then grabbed my
suit and quickly put it on. Then I was standing and he was still
sitting there, obviously in shock. I didn't know what to say to
him. He didn't say anything either or look at me. I left him
there.

When I got back, Christie's towel was gone from the
beach. I got my stuff and left before Rick returned.

Soon I was back at the house. "Hi Honey," I said, seeing
Melody. I hoped I didn't look as guilty as I felt: all the way
back, I'd been thinking about how I'd almost cheated on her. I
*would* have. She didn't answer me. I looked at her. She had
something in her hand she was looking at. A snapshot.

"What is it, Honey?" I asked. Something was disturbing
her. She wordlessly showed me the snapshot. It was a polaroid of
me and Rick sucking each other off. I looked at her, to find her
looking more angry and disgusted than I'd *ever* seen her. She
looked me in the eye as she held the snapshot for me to see.
"Honey, I..."

I didn't finish. I didn't know *what* to say. How did
she get it? How could I explain? I did it so some woman would
have sex with me? She obviously wasn't taking it well, but I was
stymied. She walked away, leaving me standing there, wondering
what to do.

It was a quiet evening: she didn't say a single word and
*I* certainly didn't know what to say. I wondered how she got
the picture. Did she know Christie?

We didn't talk. It was like we went through the motions
of preparing and eating supper, and reading.

At our usual time, she headed to the bedroom, and I
followed her, and soon we were ready for bed, still neither of
us having said a word since I faltered when she was showing me
the snapshot.

"Lie on the bed." Her voice startled me and I looked,
but she wasn't looking at me. She looked even more unhappy than
she was before. I didn't know what she wanted, or rather I
didn't know why she asked that, but I didn't want to make more
trouble. I lay down.

"On your side, facing this way." She was acting very
strange. But I did it.

She sat on the bed in front of me. Then she put a finger
on my lips.

"Open your mouth." I did it. She slipped two fingers in
my mouth.

"Suck."

This was strange. Yes, I sucked. Believe me, this was
not like Melody--she'd *never* taken to instructing me like
this. I lay there, not knowing what was up at all, but in the
back of my mind I knew that since she was asking something of me
and I was giving it to her, that she was forgiving me, or at
least on that path.

She didn't say anything more, but just watched me suck
on her fingers. I felt so funny, her sitting there, watching me.
Finally she put her other hand on my cock through my pajamas,
reaching in and pulling it out. This was a big surprise. "Suck,"
she repeated--I'd stopped for a second.

She slowly took my cock and started stroking it. She
stroked and stroked it gently, all while she held her fingers in
my mouth. And it felt good--I found myself getting hard fast.

She didn't stop--just kept her slow soft stroking. She
made no other move to get me to do anything, just kept it up. I
don't know what it was, but it certainly turned me on even
though she didn't start speeding up or anything.

I came. Right on the bed. She didn't stop and I kept
sucking and lying there. She kept going until I was done and
getting softer. Then she withdrew her fingers from my mouth, got
a tissue and cleaned things up as best she could.

And that was it. I slept next to the wet spot and she
slept on the other side of the bed.

In the morning, I awoke, to her sitting next to me,
stroking my cock. I felt fingers on my mouth. "Suck," she said.
It was a repeat of the evening before, complete with her
silence, and this time she didn't say another word the whole
time. It was so strange.

She still didn't start talking to me after we got up.
When I came home that evening, she took my hand and led me into
the bedroom and told me to lie down again, in my clothes.

"Melody, this is strange," I reacted.

"Shh," she shushed me, not adding another word. I stood
there for a second, then complied with her wish. Yes, she had me
suck on her finger and brought me off again. And that night, she
did it again, catching me while I was undressed. And in the
morning, again.

It went for days. After a while, she had me undressed
every time. Three or even more times a day. And she still never
spoke to me about anything else!

Yes, I tried to say something to her, but she always
indicated that I should be quiet. Finally, one night I didn't
let her stop me: "Melody, I miss doing it with *you*!" I said
over her objections.

"No you don't."

"Yes I do, I..."

"Shh. Just do this for now," she said.

"Melody..." But she shushed me again, insisting that we
do it her way.

As she stroked me, getting me ready to come, she said
"Shut your eyes." That was something new in our little routine,
but I did it and she continued her part for a little while.

"You can imagine this's your Rick," she then added. My
eyes flew open and I started to sit up.

"Lie down!" she said, looking angry.

I lay down, but I didn't shut up: "Melody, I'm not
interested in *Rick*."

"Of course you are. I always suspected."

"No!" I wanted to explain more, but she'd had that
snapshot: how would I explain *that*?

"Just relax let yourself go. Unfortunately, *he*'s not
into this so you'll have to *imagine* him here."

"Melody..."

"Shh!" I was lying there again and she continued to
stroke me.

I had to stop this: it was too stupid. I'd have to tell
her. I pulled her hand away from my mouth and sat up again.
"Melody..."

"Lie down!"

"Melody, I need to explain! I did that because this
woman tricked us into it."

"No you didn't."

"Yes! She... she said she'd have sex with us if we did
that." There--I'd said it. I waited for the explosion. She was
quiet for a second.

"But she couldn't have gotten you to do it unless you
were interested," she finally said. It was weird. She didn't
seem fazed by my confession at all!

"No! She was, well, a devil! Listen, Rick did it too and
you're telling me he *isn't* interested."

She paused again, as if thinking. I knew I'd made a
point. Finally she stood up and went to her purse. I watched her
looking over a packet of something-- photographs--and finally
she came back with two of them and showed me one.

It was Rick, and that woman Christie sucking him off.
They were on the beach and she was in the same bikini she'd been
in that afternoon. I stared.

She showed me the other snapshot. It was inside,
Christie was naked and on her hands and knees and Rick was doing
her from behind.

Finally Melody spoke: "You say you did it so she would
have sex with you. Did you make her keep her promise?"

I sat there, speechless. I didn't know what to do. Soon
I found myself lying there, sucking on her fingers again as she
brought me off. I must have gotten so used to the procedure that
I'd followed her lead like a robot. She was telling me to
imagine it was Rick. I just lay there and shut my eyes and let
her bring me off.

The next morning, I awoke again to her bringing me off.
Then I lay there as she started her shower.

I went for her purse. I found an envelope of snapshots
and looked through them. The very first one was Christie licking
Melody! Melody was standing, naked and Christie was kneeling in
front of her in that same bikini!

More of the pictures were of Christie licking Melody.
All different ways. In our house! Some were outside.

Then there was a picture of Rick licking Melody. And
Rick doing her! Several like that. I stared.

Suddenly I realized Melody was standing next to me,
sopping wet, wrapped in a towel. I showed her the picture.
"Well, I certainly haven't been getting anything from *you*,"
she said. I stood there in shock.

"Listen," she went on. "Christie has this friend who she
thinks could be willing to, well, share your interests..."

I lay on the floor. A week later. I sucked on Dan's cock
and he sucked on mine. We were both naked and lying next to the
bed. On the bed, Christie was naked, on her elbows and knees,
Rick fucking her from behind. Melody lay in front of her,
Melody's legs wrapped around Christie's head, tightly. Melody
moaned. She'd never moaned so much with me.


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