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  “Stop.” She took him by the cock again and led him out of the bathroom, into her bedroom.

  It was no ordinary student room. The walls had been painted a deep, sultry burgundy shade— quite similar to the shade she painted her lips. The walls were adorned with monochrome images of nudes of diverse genders, ethnicities and sizes. However, the bed formed the room’s real centrepiece. A dark four poster, with various bolts and attachment points. Mark noticed that the carabiners were the real deal; rated to take forces of up to several kiloNewtons. Beside the bed, a large, glass fronted cabinet was full of sex toys which reminded him of one he had seen in Amsterdam. At the time, he was with his mates and full of fine weed, and had nearly ended himself laughing. Nude, sober, and in the company of a woman who was leading him around by the cock, the sight struck quite a different tenor.

  She followed his eyes and smiled. “We’ll start off small. Lie face down.” He did so, and she straddled him. She began to stroke his back, identifying areas of tension and smoothing them with practiced efficiency.

  “I want you to breathe deeply. In through your nose... hold... out through your mouth... hold...” He let her control his breathing, and felt himself falling into a trance like state. He awareness extended to her hands stroking his back, her voice guiding his respiration, and the curious floating sensation he felt. She began to work down lower, gliding her oiled hands over the muscles of his tight arse. “Open for me...” she said, and he felt his legs loll open, not quite under his control. Her finger slid in between his cheeks, along his hole, circling the aperture and making his cock stiffen under the weight of his body.

  She moved her finger away, and he glanced back to her her applying lubricant from a pump bottle to her finger. He gasped as she slid inside him.

  “In... hold... out... hold...” she said, leaning into him. Her voice, the feeling of his breath coming back under her control, and the warmth of her breasts on his back made him fall back into trance. Her finger inside him seemed right, as though he had been empty there before. She slid in and out of him, in rhythm with his breathing. The finger was joined by one of its fellows, and crooked in to touch his prostate. He choked, as his cock lurched under him, restrained by his body weight.

  She stood and walked over to the cabinet. She considered its contents for a while, while he watched her. He felt nervous, but also desperate to feel her inside him again. He felt precum leaking from his cock into the bedspread. She removed a cane, a moderate sized butt plug and a pair of clamps connected by a silver chain.

  He had barely exchanged a dozen words with this woman, and he was preparing to let her shove everything but the kitchen sink up him. He rolled over, breathing hard.

  “Um... Meleah, I’m not sure about this...”

  “Oh?” Her eyes lowered to his achingly hard, dripping cock, and the wet spot it had left on the bedspread. “Here’s how it works. Green for go, amber for slow down, red for stop. Got it?” She stroked him tenderly. “I’m not going to break you. I like you.” She followed his eyes to the plug and clamps. “You can take it. And you’ll love it.” She half smiled and leaned down to take his tip into her mouth. Her tongue swirled round the tip, collecting the fluid of his arousal. “You’re as wet as a girl for me.”

  His cock twitched at that. Somehow, his nervousness was turning him on even more, as it showed what an extreme situation he was in. He closed his eyes and felt her fingers on him again, stroking his cock teasingly with her finger and thumb. Presently, he felt the coolness of lube on his hole, followed by the buttplug. Though it had looked far thicker than her slender fingers, it actually felt more comfortable in his arse, perhaps because it was smoother and more tapered. His breathing slowed and deepened. He felt her tongue flicker around his slit again, but he opened his eyes too slowly. She looked into his eyes, smiling, and teasingly licked her lips. He smiled back.

  “You have a lovely smile. It’s what made me want you. I couldn’t stop picturing that smile as you lay under me.”

  “Um, thanks... I’ve never done anything like this before... the um, S&M thing...”

  “But you’ve wanted to?” He couldn’t escape her pale blue gaze.

  “Um... well...” He hadn’t thought about it in those terms, but now he thought over some of his previous exploits... He’d always been in the dominant position, and had been lauded on his performances, but now he realised... the reason he made such a good top was because he knew, deep within himself, what a bottom wanted. Because he wanted it himself. “I suppose I did... but I didn’t know...”

  “It was the same for me, I think. When I got fucked, I liked it as rough as possible. Then I realised, I was picturing myself as the guy, doing all the fucking and hairpulling and saying filthy shit in my ear. I found a switch guy to play with and...” she shrugged, smirking.

  He felt the buttplug being removed, and he moaned at its motion over his prostate, followed by the disappointing sensation of emptiness. She soon replaced it, but this one felt bigger than before.

  “Ouch!” She stopped, and pulled it back out, adding more lube. She slid it back in, more slowly this time, and started fucking him with it, adding extra millimetres with each thrust, until he could take the whole thing without difficulty. He moaned, feeling the pressure against his prostate increased. The fluid was flowing freely from his cock now. She had no need to add any lubricant as she took his cock gently in her thumb and forefinger, and began wanking him in the most slow, teasing way he had ever experienced. His arse clenched with every slow pulse, trying to speed the process, but she stuck to her same, dogged pace, keeping his cock tingling on the edge of the edge, but never slipping over. Each time his buttocks compressed, the plug in his arse made itself known to him again.

  She drew her hand away, slowly, and he sighed.

  “Please...”

  “I don’t want to spoil you too much. I want to see what you can do with your tongue. If you please me, I might let you come,” she said. “Might.”

  She swung her hips over him again, and now he had a worm’s eye view of her body. Her pale hips seemed even wider and her waist narrower, and she had her hands on her gorgeous tits, slowly stroking her nipples, with her precum moistened fingers. He felt a little faint as she suspended herself over his face. He stretched out his tongue, but her pussy was just out of reach. As he tried to lift his head, she grabbed his hair and held it down. She lowered herself just a little, allowing him to just contact her clit, which swelled out between her lips.

  The first taste of her sweetness on her tongue made his ignored cock lurch. He sucked his tongue to make it as wet as possible, then started delicately flicking her clit, just on the very tip. She purred in response, stroking his hair with the hand that wasn’t squeezing her nipple. He kept the same rhythm up until she moved down a little lower. Now he could lap at her, tasting and touching her whole vulva in his journeys. She tilted her hips just a little, so he could thrust his tongue inside her. The little choked cry of delight she gave turned him on more than he could believe; he started tongue fucking her, daring to put his hands on her hips to pull her down more onto his face. She tolerated this at first, but slapped his hands off and raised herself up again, making him return to his first technique, the delicate, shy attention on the rose pink head of her clit.

  They alternated between these two modes for a few iterations. Meleah occasionally murmured “Up a little... less now... harder” but generally, Mark required little direction. He seemed to have formed a connection already, which let him interpret her movements and noises. His lover was getting closer and closer. Finally she said “Use your fingers on my G spot,” her voice notably huskier than before. He was nothing loath to slide his fingers into his goddess’s cunt, crooked them in and added gentle pulsing pressure to the attentions of his tongue on her clit. He was rewarded by a gush of fluid, accompanied by his fingers being squeezed vice tight by the muscles of her cunt.

  When her orgasm subsided, she lay down beside him, snuggled into
his arm. His cock ached with accumulated pressure, but he knew better than to touch it. Her fingers wrapped around his upper arm, and squeezed. He yelped and then bit his lip, consciously relaxed and made his body soft and warm for her. He looked at her pale body in his broad, bronzed arms, and marvelled at how someone so small had taken him over in a twinkling and led him into perversions which, if made public, would have him blackballed from every club he held membership at.

  Her fingers lazily trailed down to his cock, and stroked him, barely grazing the skin. His arse clenched around the plug inside it, and he caught his breath.

  “I think my plaything deserves a reward.”

  She stood and walked back over to the cabinet. This time, she took out a dildo, about the size of Mark’s own appendage. His stomach lurched— he had had several compliments on his size, and he had no doubt what her plans for it were. She also took out an expensive looking leather harness, whose straps she pulled up over her hips. She placed the dildo into the harness’s central O-ring, and let it hang there obscenely between her legs, standing before him, taking in the look of fear and lust and excitement in his face.

  She took a step forward.

  “Suck.”

  She thrust into his mouth, and pushed the back of his head forward. Mark found his mouth completely full. He sucked on it as best he could, but then gave over, simply letting her fuck his mouth as she pleased. She yanked it out as suddenly, and moved her palm over his dick, still sticky with precum, and wiped his fluids over the head of her cock. She held the tip just out of his reach, as she had done with her clit.

  “I want you to know how good you taste, plaything.”

  With some approbation, he took her cock back into his mouth. He did taste good; his precum didn’t taste too different to her juices, with an underlying tang. An acquired taste, but one he would have no difficulty picking up. The stigma of everything he had done that evening, or had done to him, now no longer seemed shaming, as he had done it to please her. Though he would forever feel like he had a naughty secret inside, like a pair of lace panties under a business suit.

  When she had had her fill of his mouth, she moved him so his arse was at the end of the bed, and gently pulled out the plug. She pumped a liberal amount of lube along the head and length of her cock, though it already glistened with his spit. Just before she stepped between his legs and put the tip at his opening, he saw himself in the mirror, his legs open and his hungry hole glistening and pulsing. Being so debased made him feel like any touch on his cock would make him explode.

  She lay a comforting hand on his chest and he closed his eyes. He felt her gently slide in the tip of her cock and rested against him for a moment. He let his breath out as she slid in him; there was no pain, as she had prepared him too thoroughly for that. But the length and girth of the thing were unignorable. He felt utterly full. She began to fuck him slowly, pulsing just the first few inches in and out, gradually increasing the length she put into him millimetre by millimetre, until finally a cock as big as his own was fully in his arse.

  “Open your eyes.” she told him. He obeyed, and was at once transfixed by the sight of her full, lovely tits, her plum nipples as hard as his erection, bounced as she fucked him. His desperate cock lolled from side to side, drooling for her touch. Finally she took hold of him again with her thumb and forefinger, slowly sliding the skin up and down. He watched through his drooping eyelids as his scarlet glans winked in and out under his foreskin, in time with her thrust.

  Whenever his balls rose to high to the base of his cock, she let go. Mark lost count of how many times she brought him to the brink, only to frustrate him again. When he had almost given up hope of being allowed to come, he looked up at her beautiful, cruel face in total surrender.

  She grinned and began stroking him with her whole hand, angling her cock up to hit his tortured prostate. The intensity of his orgasm nearly made him black out; his abs contracted so hard that he jack-knifed against the bed. He felt his hot cum hit his face, his chest, his shoulders. He cried out so loud he feared her neighbours would hear. When the spasms finally began to subside, his eyes half opened, and her face swam into focus. She smiled, as tenderly as a new mother towards her babe, and stroked his cum splashed face.

  “Such a good boy.”

  She pulled out, leaving him empty once more, and he shut his eyes again. He was vaguely aware of her cleaning up the toys, and returning with a wet cloth to remove the cum and lube that seemed to drench his body. Once cleaned, she lay beside him, that damned grin still on her face.

  “So how did you like that?

  “I loved it. I was terrified, and part of me wanted to run away. But I wanted more and more.”

  “More, huh? Well... I should warn you, I’m a very busy person. I’m working on my MBA, and I have other commitments. Other males, too,” she said, catching his eye to make sure he understood. “But you, I like. I would see you again.”

  “Thank you... Miss?”

  “Maestra.”

  “Thank you, Maestra.”

  Strap on Initation

  I always have fun when I go and visit my big brother in the city, but last time was a real trip to remember.

  Trey's nine years older than me, but we get on great. Every summer for the last six years, he invites me to stay with him for a week. The stated reason for these visits is for me to get some culture: art galleries, theatre, musical performances, et cetera. We do enough of that to please Mum and Dad, and I enjoy it too: Trey has a way of making even the driest events fun, by pointing out and explaining the parts he knows will interest me. But the main reason for these trips, in my thinking, is a much needed break from my life of constant scrutiny and pressure from my parents and assorted teachers and coaches. I do love them, but they don't seem to realise that I need to relax as well as study and practice. Without being big headed about it, I'm pretty smart; I don't need to study as hard as they think I need to. So a week without them constantly on my shoulder gives me time to breathe.

  When I got off the train, Trey was right there, beaming at me. He had grown a beard since I last saw him, and it suited him. I'm eighteen and can hardly grow a moustache. Trey says his beard didn't really come in until he was twenty five, so I reckon there's still hope. "Eddie!" he boomed, and gave me a bear hug. I hugged back, grinning. He slapped my back and strode off. I used to have trouble keeping up with him, but now I'm an inch taller than him I can match him stride for stride. We soon reached the car park and set off for his place. Technically my dad owns Trey's place, but he lives there rent free. My dad gets some income from renting out the other room, and Trey has lived with some real characters over the years. It's a shifting cast, and part of the excitement of coming to stay is seeing who he has the luck or misfortune to have in the upstairs bedroom. But right now, the flat was empty, so we sat at the kitchen table and cracked a couple of beers. I'd had my first taste of alcohol at this same table, four years ago. Drinking with Trey was relaxing: no pressure to get wasted like with my friends. I sipped on it slowly and shot the shit about what we had been doing since we last saw each other. I had finally finished high school. The feeling of being done was weird, but good. I was going to be following in Trey's footsteps in the autumn, studying law at the same ancient university. I would even be staying in the same student halls he had stayed in all those years ago.

  We were each on our last beer of the six pack when his flat mate arrived. My ears pricked up as I heard the door click shut, and a strange frisson ran over me even before she came into the room.

  She was a tall woman. In heels, she would have been about my height or a finger's width taller, perhaps. She had a strangely compelling angular face, with huge, lamp like eyes, surmounted with black hair in two thick pigtails. She wore tight deep blue jeans and a black T-shirt, revealing arms whose delicately curved muscles echoed the curves of her hips. In other words, extremely hot, but in a slightly weird looking way which was more compelling than straight up prettiness. I realised
I was staring and fixed my eyes on my beer.

  “Eddie, this is Suki. Suki, Eddie.” Trey said as he gestured to us in turn. Her wide mouth split into a toothy grin.

  “Hey. Are there any more of those beers?”

  “No, but there’s some wine in the rack if you want a drink.”

  “I do.”

  “Have a seat, I’ll get it for you,” I said, my voice cracking. I felt like a complete idiot as soon as the words were out of my mouth, but happily, inebriation from the three beers insulated me. It took me a moment to locate the wine and glasses, but thankfully Trey didn’t take the piss out of me for a change. It would have seemed inappropriate in front of her, somehow. I didn’t know her but she seemed like a serious person. She took the glass from me and smiled again. I drank it in, taking another good look at that strange but unignorable face. I felt kind of weird, tense in spite of my drunkenness, like I was waiting for something. But I didn’t know what.

  Suki and Trey fell into comfortable conversation about their day. I picked up that she was a junior researcher at the university, made extra cash as a tutor, and maintained her impressive physique with daily swimming and cycling. She asked me a question or two about myself, which I managed to answer in a semi dignified way. I let her pour the rest of her wine, though. She made it through about half a bottle, then forced the cork back in and put it in the fridge.

  “I’ve got some work to do. See you later.”

  I watched her leave, and let out my breath when she was gone. I hadn’t realised I had been breathing shallowly. Trey met my eye, then glanced away and chuckled softly. I was grateful when he got out the copy of Time Out and started talking about the night’s possible activities. We decided on a Thai place to be followed by a jazz club. I needed a shower, and set off upstairs.

  I scrubbed myself off and wrapped a towel round my waist. On the way back to Trey’s room, I bumped into Suki, leaving her room on the way to the bathroom. She took a long moment appraising my mostly naked body. Again, I don’t mean to brag, but as well as being pretty tall I’m in good shape. So her smirk of approval didn’t come as a surprise. For a girl my age I might have winked or said something lewd, but I didn’t quite have the bottle to tease Suki over her enjoying the sight of me. I cast my eyes down and smiled a little. Our arms brushed as we passed, surely not by accident.