Loading...Helen was sifting through the latest batched of replies to her online adult dating advert when she came across Graham’s and laughed! His self-assurance bordered on arrogance – in fact it didn’t border on arrogance – it was arrogance! He was a self proclaimed master of the bedroom, promising Helen a time she would never forget, with complete satisfaction guaranteed.
He would, he said, send her home knowing just how good sex could be, so long as she did as she was told!
Normally Helen would have treated such apparent conceit with disdain and would have consigned the message to the recycle bin, but for some reason today was different. After reading it a time or two she found she had to take him seriously, she didn’t know why, but something about his attitude appealed to her. In fact, the whole idea of surrendering herself to him was turning her on, and before she knew it she had emailed back to signal her interest. But even as she did so she wondered if she dare become involved with someone with such leanings? What was he, egotist, dominant, or psychopath?
Over the next three or four weeks Helen nervously corresponded with Graham via email, trying to discover just what he was about, trying to make sure of his intentions and her safety, the possibilities both exciting and scaring her.
Eventually Graham became impatient with her caution and wrote bluntly that while he was dominant he was no sadist. He was not what was known in BDSM terms as a ‘Dom’, he had no wish to be called ‘Master’, and he would not torture or ‘damage’ her. But she would, he said, do things his way and enjoy it, and that would involve a certain amount of erotic pain along the way. If she wasn’t prepared for that, then he was not for her! To Helen’s intense and pussy wetting surprise, she was not only prepared for it, but found the whole idea extremely arousing!
And so it was that a week later Helen found herself in Graham’s kitchen waiting with clammy hands for him to begin the fun, and still marvelling that she was actually daring to go through with it! Strangely, the fear had gone, replaced by a thrill of anticipation!
She looked at Graham properly for the first time, hmmm, not bad looking, well built, dark hair and eyes, in his early forties to her late forties, and only a couple of inches taller than her 5’7″, but seeming much more somehow because of his forceful personality.
He was speaking. “Let’s make sure we’re clear. The door facing you at the top of the stairs leads to my bedroom, once you walk through there you are mine totally until tomorrow morning, and I do mean totally! You will do as I say, anything I say, when I say it, and without argument! If I tell you to strip off, stand at the window and show the street your cunt, that’s what you will do! Got it?”
‘Oh, yes, I’ve got it’ she thought, that self same cunt suddenly filling with juices at the idea. But she didn’t say that, somehow she didn’t think he wanted to hear it, so she simply nodded dumbly.
“If you prefer, you can walk through the front door and we’ll say goodbye, no hard feelings.” He looked at her and went on, “But once we start there is no backing out, now is your last chance. Which door are you going to go through?”
The doubts had gone, there was no way she was going through the front door. Yes, the doubts had gone, but the butterflies hadn’t, she could feel their wings fluttering all up inside her pussy, adding to the anticipation of things to come. She stood up, put the coffee cup firmly down on the worktop, deliberately walked through the hall, climbed the stairs, pushed open the bedroom door and walked in, heart pounding!
Graham followed her through, closed the bedroom door behind him, leaned back on it as if to emphasise her imprisonment, and gazed openly at her body, drinking in the trim lines and causing her cheeks to flame to the open lust on his face. “Right you little slut, time to see what you’re made of. Strip!” The last word came as an order, one which she could not disobey. But she could not face him as she did so, gazing at the floor as she unbuttoned her blouse, slipped it off and unclipped her bra. ‘Is he watching me?’ She wondered, half hoping he was, and half hoping he wasn’t. She slid her jeans down and stepped out of them, then hooked her thumbs into her panties and slipped them off, all the time holding her gaze firmly on the carpet, her natural shyness still holding sway! “Look at me”. She raised her face and found to her surprise that while she had undressed so had he, his state of arousal very obvious. He stood naked in front of her, revelling in the shock on her face! His erection was long, thick and obviously very, very, hard! “Lie down” he said “pointing to the bed”. She did so, wondering what was to follow. She soon knew! “Open your legs, show me your cunt” She spread her legs slowly revealing the lips of her pussy to his gaze, the silly thought that she should have trimmed her pubic hair before leaving home momentarily flitting through her mind! As more and more of her sex came under his scrutiny and her legs went wider, seemingly of their own accord, her mind screamed ‘God, he’ll see how turned on I am’. But before she could worry his next command came. “Spread yourself, slut! Use your fingers; I want to see your clit”. She did as she was told, adrenalin and arousal keeping her shyness at bay. He leaned forward and for a joyous moment she thought he was going to fuck her. But he simply stared at her glistening pussy. “Now hold your legs right back so I can see your arse. I might want to fuck it later” Again she did as she was told, his orders leaving little option, but this time shame flamed on her cheeks. With the very recent exception of Andy, no-one, not even her husband, had ever seen her anus, let alone peered so closely at that puckered little hole and so casually threatened to penetrate it!
“Ok, very nice, now stand up and turn around”. She stood with her back to him, seeing him take something from a cupboard drawer out of the corner of her eye. That ‘something’ soon turned out to be a blindfold and as he put it over her eyes and fastened it around her head she knew she was even more completely in his control. He turned her around with his hands on her shoulders so that her back was now to the bed, and then pressed her down, not too roughly, but firmly enough for her to be unable to prevent herself from sitting down on the edge of the bed. His motive soon became clear. Putting his hands behind her head he pulled her forward until she could feel the head of his penis against her left cheek. She raised her hands to grasp his shaft, but a sharp, “No! I’ll tell you when!” made them drop back quickly to her sides. He began to rub the head gently around her lower face, using one hand to hold her head still. She felt it move fleetingly across her lips and she began automatically to part them, ready to take it in, but it had moved on, leaving a little wet trail of pre-cum across her nose as it made it’s way back around to the left cheek. As the new circuit of her face began this time he paused it on her lips, making her heart beat harder as she believed for the moment she could suck it. But again it moved on, tracing the same moist line around and around her face, pausing for a second each time to tease her mouth as it passed and making her want to beg for it to enter. Then, this time it didn’t pause, it stopped, and suddenly forced its way between her surprised lips, not giving her the chance to invite it.
With both hands now back behind her head Graham began to move his hips, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth before withdrawing it almost out again. With each movement he pushed harder and deeper, never letting her pull back, until she began to feel panic that she would retch as it reached the back of her throat, before learning to accommodate it’s length! ‘This’, she thought, ‘is the best blow job I’ve ever done’, but even as she thought it she realised it wasn’t true. She wasn’t giving Graham a blow job, he was fucking her mouth! And fuck her mouth he did, thrusting in and out until his movements became spasmodic and she knew his climax was approaching! The nearness of his orgasm and the prospect of tasting his cum made her own arousal even more intense, her juices flowing again and dampened the bed beneath her.
And then he came, pushing right into her mouth in his need, spurt after spurt of cum gushing into her throat! With his climax so nearly came her own, but she didn’t quite make it and as he withdrew his rapidly shrinking cock she felt hot, shaky and quite unbelievably frustrated, her body aching for release! But Graham seemed oblivious to her heat, as his cock subsided and slipped from her mouth he just pushed her away, to fall backwards onto the bed, and she heard him move from the bedside without a word! Beneath the blindfold Helen felt tears well up in her eyes. Was this going to be it? Was he simply going to use her body for his own pleasure without thought for her needs? She knew that he had said it would be his way, but she had never thought that he could be so selfish, and he had said she would enjoy it! Even as these thoughts went through her mind she knew, perversely, that the very humiliation he had just heaped upon her was helping fuel her desires! She wanted to be his plaything, needed him to use her, his pleasure was going to be her satisfaction!
Suddenly she felt his hands hook under her arms from behind. In her reverie of desire and frustrated self pity she had not realised that he had moved around to the head of the bed. Now, back into reality, she felt herself pulled bodily right onto the bed, full length down its middle. Graham then took her right arm, pulling out away from her body and holding it firmly just above the wrist. Before she could fully wonder what was happening, she felt something wrap around her wrist and heard the sound of Velcro fastening! Sudden realisation hit her! This was a bondage strap; he was tying her to his bed, surely not! But he was, he now had the other arm and had repeated the process before she could protest. She tried to pull her arms away but they were securely held straight out away from her body. And still he hadn’t finished, first one ankle and then the other was firmly bound to the bed, leaving her like a starfish spread across the bed, all dignity and modesty lost!
Again she could hear him fumbling in a drawer, but again she had to wait to find out what it was. But the wait was not long; she felt his fingers delving between the lips of her pussy, searching for the entrance. He found it suddenly, his two fingers sliding easily into her wetness, the revelation of her arousal bringing more shame to her cheeks. For a few brief, but wonderful moments, he fingered her, pushing his fingers far into her and hooking them up as if searching for her G spot. She felt a moan escape her lips and immediately his fingers withdrew, leaving her cursing her inability to keep quiet. For a minute or so nothing happened, but she sensed him standing beside the bed, gazing at her helpless nakedness, but then she felt his hand return to her pussy, parting her lips once again with his fingers.
But it wasn’t fingers that entered her this time. This time she felt something hard and cool press against her before entering, almost with a plop, her lips closing behind it! What now? But then she knew. Beautiful and stimulating vibrations suddenly flooded through her vagina, making her gasp with pleasure and then panic that the sound might cause it to stop again. He had inserted a vibrating egg, one of the sex toys that she had long thought of buying but had never dared! God! But she would after this! It wasn’t going to take much of this to bring her to a jerking, helpless, mind-blowing orgasm!
But Graham was not about to let her have that release. No sooner had her hips begun to twitch with the approach of her climax than the vibrations decreased, subsiding to an almost undetectable buzz. Just enough to keep her simmering, but not enough to make her come. ‘You cruel bastard,’ she thought, not daring to say it out loud for fear of consequences! For a moment she thought he must have read her thoughts because she heard him open the door and leave the room, leaving her to her frustrations!
She lay for what seemed forever, though she learned later that he was gone only long enough to smoke a cigarette, all the time her pussy on fire, never quite reaching orgasm, but always near the edge, held there by this little gently vibrating bit of plastic. It was the longest, best, worst, most fantastic, pleasurable, unendurable, and awful, wait of her life!
When he returned she heard him come around the bed and place something (what now?) on the bedside table. She felt his weight transfer to the bed as he sat on the edge and she waited to see what new thing he had in store for her! To her absolute surprise this turned out to be a gentle, compassionate, almost loving, kiss full on the lips, not aggressive or given with lip bruising passion, but a lovers kiss, full of affection. His mouth transferred it’s attentions to her nipples. First one and then the other received this same gentle, pussy melting, kiss. The shock of this change of approach left her totally bewildered, her mind racing, wildly trying to make sense out of the whole session! His lips closed again over her nipple, this time sucking, nibbling, and pinching it between his lips. The tempo of his kisses increased, the sucking harder, now nipping with his teeth, stretching the nipple out from her breast before letting it fall back, it’s release sending a jolt of pleasure through her, adding to the sensations from her still vibrating pussy. He concentrated his efforts on her left breast, ignoring the right, until the pleasure was almost painful, the nipple becoming sore from his teeth and lips, before he let it go and she felt him sit up.
But he had not finished with it, for a sudden drop of cold water heralded a new sensation as he plied the overheated nipple with ice, running a cube around it, widening the circle until it covered the whole of her breast. By now she was moaning softly from pleasure, past remembering that this had previously caused the pleasure to stop!
He leaned forward again to kiss, she thought, her right breast. But once again he surprised her with a new sensation! This time her sensitive nipple received the full benefit of the hot coffee he held in his mouth! Again her back arched with new pleasurable feelings, an orgasm again threatening to overwhelm her. More ice, this time sending shivers through her as he trailed it across her stomach and onto her upper thighs, just below a pussy that needed to be cooled! Ice cubes slid over her belly, up around her breasts, onto her neck and then down, down to the little patch of pubic hair. Here it stopped and skirted around her pussy, back onto her thighs. She was now writhing slowly, gyrating her hips as much as the restraints would allow, soft moans escaping her lips as she steeled herself not to beg for release.
Then it stopped! Nothing! No ice, no hot kisses, not even, she suddenly realised, vibrations from the egg. Oh, it was still inside her, but he’d switched it off. Nothing! Again she lay bewildered, not even sure if he were still with her.
Once again without warning he struck! This time the ice cube was placed directly against her clit, the sudden cold giving it an electrifying sensation, before being removed, again without warning and leaving her once more in suspense. Six more times he did this, placing ice on her clit or against her breasts, always without warning and after making her wait for a varying length of time.
Again she felt him suddenly move, but this time it was not to use ice. The egg, that she had almost forgotten about suddenly burst into life at full bore, sending sensation after sensation ripping through her. Again her body began the climb toward orgasm as her mind wondered how close she would be allowed to get. This time, though, it would be different. She felt him lean towards her and his tongue suddenly flicked across her clit. She jerked from pleasure and surprise, trying to open her legs further to encourage him to do it again – please! But he needed no pleading, his mouth finally closed over her pussy, his tongue working away at her, bringing her closer and closer to that long awaited climax. He then sucked her clit between his lips, holding it there while he repeatedly flicked his tongue over the end. Whether he intended her to come or not she didn’t know, or care, this was too much, Her orgasm ripped through her, the sensations flowing through her body, away from her clit and then racing back to burst like waves! She cried out, wailing her release, thrashing against the restraints that stopped her from bucking too far. Never had she had an orgasm like this one, it seemed that it would go on forever, growing to an intensity beyond anything she had experienced. And she would certainly never forget it!
At last the sensations subsided, her orgasm was over, she lay trembling on the bed, legs shaking uncontrollably and her body shivering as if chilled. Graham switched off her plastic pal, pulled it slowly from her pussy and kissed her on the forehead! “That one was for you, the rest will be for me,” he said. She suddenly realised that these were the first words he had said to her since the reprimand he gave her so long ago. The whole episode since then had been conducted in complete silence, deliberately so, she realised, to isolate her even more from reality while he played with her desires! But what, she wondered, did he mean by the rest will be for him?
He lifted her head slightly and she felt him fumble behind it before her blindfold came loose and was lifted away! The sudden brightness made her blink rapidly and screw up her eyes against the light, a light she suddenly realised that was directly above her. Early evening had passed in a whirl of sexual desire and pleasure into late evening without her noticing and now the curtains were drawn and the room lights were on! A shiver passed through her as a chill from the wetness left by the ice struck her nakedness. She also realised with a jolt just how exposed that nakedness was under the main lights and again her cheeks flamed as she remembered the uninhibited writhing that her sexual heat had caused and how much he must have smiled to watch her!
But, where was he? She looked around wildly, thinking for the moment that he had again left her to her own devices. He was just where she might have guessed, stood at the foot of the bed, between her open legs and looking up the length of her body with an even broader grin on his face than she had expected! “Welcome back” he said “back to reality, and I haven’t even fucked you yet!”. Nor had he, she realised, instinctively raising her head to look over the peaks of her breasts to see further down his body to where his cock still stood, the fact that it still stood giving her the information she needed. There was more to come!
He was speaking! “I think you’d better freshen up”, he said, indicating a door leading, she supposed, to an ensuite bathroom.
In the privacy of the bathroom, Helen came to two major discoveries. Firstly, her body was not damp with the remains of melted ice as she had supposed, which must have dried long since, but by sweat! Sweat generated by her overwhelming sexual excitement and by her fighting against the restraints that had held her so deliciously helpless! And even that was not the full story! The dampness inside her thighs was not just sweat, but sweat mixed with pussy juices! In fact the whole area around her pussy – pussy? No! – ‘cunt’, call it her ‘cunt’, – much more daring and abandoned than ‘pussy’ and much more in keeping with how she felt! That whole region was soaking wet. She had been, and still was, more aroused than she’d ever been in her whole life!
Her second discovery led quite naturally from the first! She had been turned on by having to submit to Graham’s demands. She was his harlot, his slave, to do with as he wanted! Anything! Anything at all! No matter how perverse or humiliating, she could not envisage ever saying no to Graham. She had found an aspect of herself she had not suspected, and now she wanted to explore it to the full! She was a slut, a whore, a slave, and she was intent on enjoying her servitude!
Graham would be waiting! She snapped herself out of her reverie, forced her fingers away from her clit to where they had wandered without her knowing, and stepped out of the shower. She dried herself hastily, wrapped the towel around herself and headed for the bedroom door. About a yard short of the door she stopped. He would not want her to come out of the bathroom still damp and with a towel wrapped around her body! He would want to see her naked, dry, and ready to do his bidding! She dried herself rapidly but thoroughly, mentally braced herself for whatever he should heap upon her, and stepped into the bedroom, her body once more ready for his demands.
Again he caught her out! Again he came up with something that stopped her in her tracks! Gone were the harsh electric lights, the room now was softly lit by a half dozen candles strategically placed, and Graham sat on the bed, still naked, his back against the headboard, and a tray with a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table alongside! He smiled at her hesitation, patted the bed alongside him and said softly “Come and sit here, let’s talk a while.” She did as she was told, her mind again reeling from the sudden change of mood, meekly accepting the arm he placed around her, drawing her close to snuggle alongside him on the bed. She raised her face questioningly to him and he lowered his, gently and briefly kissing her on the lips, the kiss taking the place of the hoped for explanation.
Graham poured wine, passing a glass to Helen. “What made you go along with this?” he asked after a minute.
“I don’t know really.” She replied. “As they say, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
He looked at her sharply but went on quietly. “Was it because you wanted to see if you could defy me, or because you wanted to taste the pleasures of submission?”
“I don’t know.” She did really, right at the back of her mind a little light came on and she was sure, without doubt, that it was the idea of submission that made her agree. The term ‘sexual plaything’ used in one of his emails had, she now knew, struck a subconscious chord and awakened a desire within her that she just had to follow!
“Yes, you do”, he persisted. “Was it the thought of a challenge or the idea of being submissive?”
She wanted to tell him, to admit her feelings, but something from her upbringing prevented it. ‘Nice girls’ don’t feel like that!
“I don’t know!” she repeated, “I was drunk when I agreed to meet you”. She was grasping at straws, and knew it.
“But you were sober when you got here!” Graham pointed out the obvious flaw in her reasoning.
She drank some more wine. “But I’d agreed then”. That was more excuse than reason!
“And you didn’t take the chance to leave when I offered it” He refilled their glasses watching her discomfort; she was losing and knew it, but somehow could not bring herself to acknowledge what she felt!
“I don’t know what made me say yes, but, once I’d agreed I couldn’t very well back out, could I”. She flared up at him briefly, but the same sharp look as before quelled her rebellion almost as soon as it began!
“Oh?” he asked. “And is that why having to show your cunt off to me turned you on?”
Oh God! So he had noticed! Helen felt ashamed of her body’s responses!
“I wasn’t turned on”. Her denial sounded hollow even to her!
“So you’re always as wet as that?”
“No! – I mean I wasn’t wet”.
“So sucking me off left you cold?”
She drained her glass before answering, “Yes!”
“And being tied to the bed didn’t make you randy?” He was relentless!
“No!”
“So why did your cunt almost suck that little vibrator out of my fingers?”
Helen flushed scarlet!
“And is that why there was already a little wet patch on the sheets between your legs, don’t tell me you have a bladder problem!”
She felt very confused, not only stuck with a denial she could not sustain, she now had a growing arousal fed by the very humiliation of his remarks.
“Of course I haven’t” Faced with a choice of the two derogatory options she was forced into submission! “You know damn well I was hot!”
“Say that again!” His voice was hard, demanding, determined to make sure of his victory.
“I was hot, randy, horny, aroused, in need – how much do you want me to say it?”
Her voice cracked with emotion as she blurted out. “I wanted everything you did, I wanted it ever since I read your first fucking email! And if there is anything else you want – then I’ll do that too!”
There, she’d said it!
“Yes, you will” Came a calm reply, “Because that is the arrangement, until tomorrow you are mine, and don’t forget it!”
Graham swung his legs off the bed, stood up and reached out his hand to her. “Come here”.
She stood and he led her around to the foot of the bed where the duvet lay in an untidy roll on the floor.
“Kneel there, facing the bed” His voice was not harsh, yet it brooked no refusal!
Helen knelt on the discarded duvet and Graham approached her from behind, once more covering her eyes with the blindfold. Blindfold fastened, he then bent her forward so that her stomach and breasts were against the mattress while her bottom stuck up into the air and her thighs sloped away from the end of the bed! This done Graham once more pulled her arms out to the side, fastening them again into restraint cuffs that seemed to her to be fixed somewhere along the side of the bed! Now in a kind of face down crucifix position Helen waited, strangely elated to be helpless once more and highly aroused by the thought of what might be to come. If she had known in advance, though, she might have been a little more apprehensive!
“There is one thing I want you to absolutely certain of.” Graham’s voice came from behind her, “If I ask you something, I expect an immediate, truthful answer!” At that point a hand cracked across her bare arse cheek. ‘Slap!’ And then again, ‘Slap!’ across the other cheek! Shock and pain swept through her! She reared up against her tethers, trying to move instinctively away from her pain!
“What the hell…!” She began.
‘Slap!’ There came another stinging blow! “Quiet, you cheap slut!” Graham’s voice this time was angry. “You can speak when I say, not until, I’ve got more to say to you yet!” Yet another blow came, ‘Slap!’ sending hot pain through her! “You will learn.” Graham continued. “That I don’t want sarcasm about ‘it seemed a good idea’, and I don’t want you answering me back!” ‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’ Two more smacks came in quick succession, one across each cheek!
By now Helen was straining away from her tormentor, her legs straight out pushing her further onto the bed, and tears were beginning to well up in her eyes, ‘How dare he!’ she thought, and then immediately answered herself. ‘Because I’m his to do with as he wants!’
He was speaking again, “If something I do makes you horny, you’ll damn well tell me when I ask! Your cunt doesn’t lie, that will tell me if you don’t and this will be the result of lying!”
‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’ More blows rained down on her bare bottom! Her arse was on fire, she knew, even though she couldn’t see, that her cheeks were glowing red from the slaps. She also knew, to her intense shame, that something about this spanking was getting to her! The quick breaths she was taking and the squirming of her body were not altogether down to the pain of her cheeks! She was getting very turned on!
“You will do as I wish now, won’t you?” She heard Graham talking, demanding her answers, but she couldn’t speak, trapped in her own little world of pain and desire. “Answer me,” ‘Slap!’ “Will you obey me?” Still she couldn’t answer! She wanted to be hurt! She wanted to be fucked, and she didn’t know which she wanted more! ‘Slap!’ Another beautifully hard smack across her arse. “Tell me!”
Finally she spoke the words, “Yes, I will obey you!” The words came out in a rush and she knew that she meant it!
“Then whilst we’re at it, let’s clear up another point. You are nothing but a slut, aren’t you?”
Helen deliberately paused before answering! She knew that the pause would bring its reward! ‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’ ‘Slap!’. More fuel to the fire that her arse had become, and more fuel to her arousal that was now making her grind her pubes into the mattress, trying to get some friction going to give her release!
“Yes, I’m a slut”, she finally stammered, tears rolling down her cheeks from shame and humiliation!
“And a whore?”
Again she paused and again the smacks came in retribution! But now she had given up all pretence! She lay writhing on the bed in an openly sexual way, pushing her arse back towards Graham’s stinging hands instead of away, opening her legs for him to see how aroused she was!
“And a whore!” She never knew that pleasure and pain could be so alike!
“And shall I fuck this little slut? Shall I stick my cock right up this whore’s wet cunt?” Yesterday to hear language like that would only have brought on a feeling of revulsion, but now…! “Oh, yes, I know how wet you are my little bitch! I can see your juices shining! You just can’t wait to be fucked, can you?”
She couldn’t wait, she needed fucking, and she knew she did! “Fuck me now, Graham, please fuck me!” The very earthiness of the language serving only to make her wetter!
“Soon! very soon!” Graham’s words gave some hope to her. “But not quite yet” Hope died and even her cunt felt disappointed. “It seems you have a liking for a little pleasurable pain; let’s see how true that is! Let’s see if my little tart really does enjoy the darker pleasure!”
His words gave her mind a sense of joy and foreboding, both at once, delicious fearful apprehension! Her body responded by pushing itself even harder against her restraints, thrusting her arse back and up, opening her cheeks for to view. Her body wanted anything he cared to subject her to!
She felt, rather then saw, him move around the bed and return. Then, across the back of her thigh came a sensation she had never believed possible. This was pain! This was pleasure! This was on the very limits from where intense, mind blowing, pleasure turns simply to intense, searing, pain! She gasped, a guttural, almost animal-like, moan escaping her lips! It came again, this time on the other thigh. She groaned again, her arousal turning into sexual ecstasy as she bucked against the sensations in her legs! A third time! This time higher, almost on the curve of her arse.
Now she was becoming a little more acclimatised to it and she began to understand. The pain was heat! Just a fraction away from true burning, it was the exact opposite to the ice she had experienced earlier, but so much more intense! Candle wax! The penny dropped, he was dripping hot, molten wax across her. So that was why the candles! She had heard of this being done, but never thought to experience it! Again it came, and she found she wanted it! She was waiting for the next drop! Where next? Each new spot brought another low moan of ecstasy from her! On her behind, across her legs, along her back and even her arms, the spots of liquid fire rained down, sensation after sensation coursing through her!
Finally it ended, though she waited in hope and anticipation no more came, and she knelt panting from the pain and from her sexual need! Now was the time for the ice cubes, but they were not forthcoming! Nor for that matter, was anything else. Once again Graham had, it seemed, left her high, frustrated and helpless!
This time the wait was short, Graham too was in heat, he could wait no more than could Helen! He came to kneel behind her, pushing her legs further apart, as he manoeuvred himself into position. His fingers found their way between her legs, probing for her entrance! There was no danger of him not finding his way in; she could feel that she was so wet that his entire hand was in danger! Two fingers went into her pussy, fucking in and out, bringing her once again to the boil! Then his thumb probed higher in her crack, looking for her anus and finding it! Again, there was no trouble in entry; she was soaking, her juices lubricating her anus as easily as her cunt!
She’d never had anyone explore her arsehole in quite this way, but she loved it. Immediately, she loved it! It gave her a sense of ultimate humiliation and ultimate daring. She wanted more! In and out thrust Graham’s fingers and thumb, finger fucking both holes harder and harder! Helen was in heaven, pushing back as hard as she could, seeking that last millimetre of penetration! ‘Oh, God, where was his cock?’ No sooner had the thought gone through her mind than the digits withdrew.
‘Yes, this is it!’ she thought! And indeed it was! Finally, after all that had happened that evening his cock was searching for her vagina! In it slid, right in, all the way in one gorgeous thrust! Helen groaned as he withdrew so that the very tip rested between her pussy lips, before he thrust again, fast, hard, and deep. Several times he did this, but his arousal was much too great for him to resist for long, and he began fucking her properly in long strong thrusts, getting steadily faster and faster as he approached his own climax. But he had one last trick up his sleeve it seemed, for suddenly, just as uneven breathing and jerky thrusting told of his impending orgasm, he stopped and pulled out!
‘It doesn’t matter, I can’t get pregnant, don’t stop!’ Helen screamed silently, not daring to say anything but willing him to enter her again!
But when he did, it was not quite what she expected, for she felt the hard end of his cock pushing itself against her anal sphincter, gently but deliberately forcing a way inside! She pushed back against him, suddenly wanting this perverse intrusion, glad that he was again using her for something else he wanted! And suddenly he was in, past the ring of muscle and into her rectum. Gently he pushed in further, easing his length into her, the juices from her sopping pussy still acting as lubricant. And then she felt his body against her arse cheeks and knew that she had him all, his entire length up inside her! This knowledge alone brought her close to orgasm, and when he began thrusting into her she knew it was only a short time away! Gently at first, then harder he moved in and out of her anus, working back up to the rhythm with which he had fucked her pussy. Again he began to breathe harder, shallower, and she knew he intended to come in her arse! Harder and harder he thrust, closer and closer they both worked towards their own orgasms. Hers came first, an earth shattering, mind blowing, orgasm that threatened to rip her mind apart. She pushed wildly back at him, heedless of where his cock was thrusting, just wanting more of it inside her. And then he groaned, thrust once hard into her and she felt his cum spurting high into her arse!
When his climax had subsided and her own body was back under control, Helen did the only thing she could think of.
She said “Thank You!”