She sat on the bed beside me looking slightly
uncomfortable. She knew that her husband was in the
next bedroom over with my wife. She hadn’t really
wanted to do this, but she loved her husband and it was
what he wanted.
I turned to look at her. While she was slightly
overweight, it was not so much that she could in any
way be considered fat. She had curves in all the right
places and filled he white sweater nicely. Her blond
hair was cut short and at 5’2″ she made me feel like a
giant even though I’m only slightly over five nine.
I put my arm around her shoulder and felt her shiver
slightly. “Just relax Beverly.” I told her softly.
“Tonight is for you, I want to make you feel good. What
do you like?”
“Anything,” she replied. Her voice shook.
“Oh come on Bev,” I said, still keeping my voice low.
“There must be something that excites you more than
anything in the world. I can be anything you want,
gentle, very gentle, rough, or very rough. We can spend
a long time on foreplay or no time at all. It’s up to
you.”
She looked up at me with an odd look in her eyes. “Do
you mean by that?” she asked. I nodded. “C-c-could you
sort of dominate me. I mean, make it feel like I don’t
have a choice. Maybe that way I won’t feel like I’m
cheating on Sam.”
“How much force do you want?” I asked. “Do you want a
little pain with it? Like I said, it’s your night. Just
tell me what you want.”
Her voice shook so much that I could barely understand
her. “Could you hurt me just a little bit? Nothing too
rough but sometimes Sam squeezes my nipples really hard
and it just sends me through the roof.”
I squeezed her right shoulder since my arm around her
presented that possibility. I thought about giving her
a safe word and decided against it. She really didn’t
want to be here and would probably use it before
anything really happened. “Okay,” I said. “But
remember, once we start you can’t stop until it’s
over.”
Her lower lip quivered. “Okay,” she said shakily.
I hardened my voice. “Stand up and face me about two
feet away.” She did it and I stared at her, letting my
eyes go up and down her body, undressing her with my
eyes. “Take off your clothes.” I told here harshly. She
started to shake and I thought she was going to make a
break for it. “Do it,” I snapped.
Her hands went shakily to the bottom of her sweater and
pulled it up just slightly. We heard a female voice
from the other room. “OH YESSS!” it screamed. That
jolted her into action and she quickly pulled the
sweater up over her head and threw it on the floor.
Her bra was white with pink hearts on it that I could
barely make out from the small night light in the room.
“Now the bra,” I said coldly. We heard a moan from the
other room. It was obviously a moan of passion. She
reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. She
brought her hands to the front and suddenly grabbed the
cups keeping herself hid.
“I just can’t,” she said. There were tears running down
her face.
I didn’t speak but simply reached out and grabbed the
bra between the cups, pulled it from her body, and
threw it on the floor with her sweater. Her tits were
small. She probably wore a b-cup, but I liked them
small anyway. She crossed herself with her hands trying
to cover her nudity. “Put your hands at your sides,” I
told her.
There was a male voice from the other room. “OH GOD.”
it screamed. “That’s so GOOD.” A steely look came
across her face and she dropped her hands to her side.
Her nipples were standing out a good half an inch. I
didn’t have to prompt her as she unbuttoned her skirt,
pulled the zipper down and let it drop to the floor.
Now she stood before me clad in only her skimpy pink
panties and white bobby socks.
She looked at me and I nodded. With a look of resolve
she grabbed the sides of her panties and pushed them
down and off, raising her legs, one at a time, to step
out of them. The hair between her legs was sparse,
almost like a little girl even though I knew that she
had a 15 year old son.
I reached into the drawer of the night stand beside the
bed and pulled out the gentle cuffs. They are a soft
sort of hand cuffs held together with Velcro around the
wrist and a plastic detachable snap in the middle. My
wife and I used them whenever the feeling for a little
S&M hit us. “Give me your hand,” I told her and she
held them out and let me attach the cuffs. I stood up.
I towered over her. I grabbed her and quickly threw her
on the bed.
I was beside her in a flash, grabbed her cuffed hands
and attached them with a rope in the center of the top
of the bed that was kept there for that purpose. She
was really struggling now, obviously very scared. I
quickly jumped out of bed and went to the bottom of it.
I grabbed her by both ankles and pulled her down. Then
I attached her legs, spread-eagled with soft ropes from
either corner of the bed.
“Now you’re helpless, bitch,” I chided her. “Does it
feel good?” She didn’t answer but simply closed her
eyes as tight as she could. I could see a tear running
from one corner, down the side of her nose and then
running along her cheek. It touched me and I almost
gave in, but no, that wouldn’t do. So I hardened myself
to see this thing through.
I kneeled on the bed beside her and quickly ran two
fingers into her cunt. She might be scared and maybe
even not want to do this but her body didn’t know it.
She was extremely wet. Ignoring her moans, I hooked my
fingers and lifted her off the mattress by her cunt.
That caused a little yelp of pain. I quickly pushed a
pillow under her ass and lowered her back down. Now her
pussy and asshole were at just the right height.
I stood up. “Look at me!” I snarled. She opened her
eyes and watched helplessly as I slowly removed my
clothes. Her eyes widened as I dropped my jockey shorts
to reveal my nine inches of hard man meat. I have never
been harder than I was at that moment.
I climbed on the bed on my knees beside her face. “Suck
it,” I said quietly.
She closed her eyes tightly and violently shook her
head no. I didn’t respond but rather leaned over and
began to suck on her left breast. Her nipple hardened
immediately and she began to moan softly.
I looked up at her. “Are you ready to suck it now?”
Again she shook her head no, but not as violently this
time.
I moved to her right breast and started to suck while
keeping the nipple on her left hard with my fingers.
When both nipples were good and hard I again looked up
at her. “Last chance,” I said quietly. “NOW are you
ready to suck me off?”
“I just can’t,” she said quietly. Tears were still
streaming down her face.
I reached into the night stand drawer and withdrew some
more of our toys. I held the chain up with the three
dangling clips sparkling in the soft light. Her eyes
grew wide as saucers. “I tried to be nice,” I snarled.
“But you’re making me do this the hard way.”
I leaned over and sucked on her left breast. The nipple
grew even harder than it already was. I opened the clip
and let it snap shut on the nipple. “OW! THAT HURTS!”
she whined. I said nothing, but simply repeated the
process on her right breast.
“Now, suck me off,” I snarled. She whimpered, closed
her eyes and shook her head.
I leaned down between her spread legs and licked
feverishly on her clit. It stood immediately at
attention. I continued for a few seconds and heard her
moan with passion. When I let the final clip snap shut
on it she almost came off the bed. “OH GOD,” she
moaned. “TAKE IT OFF! PLEASE TAKE IT OFF!”
“They come off after you suck me off,” I said softly.
Obediently, she opened her mouth and I rammed my cock
roughly into it. I reached the back of her mouth and
just kept pushing. I could feel her gag reflex setting
in. “Swallow,” I commanded. Somehow she managed to
still the reflex and I felt myself sliding into her
tight throat.
I was in heaven. My passion took over and I began
ramming in and out of her tight throat. I felt my balls
tightening and my cum squirting out of my cock into her
waiting mouth. I pulled back enough so that she could
catch a breath and then held her nose shut so she would
have to swallow it all.
I removed my still hard cock from her mouth and she
began to try to spit out whatever little bit of my cum
remained on her tongue. Finally she looked at me with
tears running down her face.
“Okay, I did what you asked. Now will you PLEASE take
it off? It hurts really bad.” I reached down and
removed the clamp from her clit.
“I think we’ll just leave the nipple clamps on a little
longer,” I told her.
“Just let me go. I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to
do this anymore.”
“Remember, I told you that once we started you had to
see it through to the end,” I said softly. She began
sobbing and ignoring her I simply climbed between her
legs.
I leaned forward and brought my mouth up to her, now
dry, twat. I flicked out my tongue and licked all the
way from the bottom of her cunt right up to her clit. I
sucked gently on the clit. The sobbing stopped. I
licked harder. Her hips began to move pushing toward
me. I pushed a finger into her and curved it toward her
G-spot. I rubbed gently and she moaned loudly.
I continued to lick directly on her clit while running
two fingers in and out of her. She moaned louder and
then she was thrashing as much as she could in her
bondage as her first orgasm of the night crashed around
her. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! YESSS! I’M CUMMMMING!”
I continued to lick, bringing her down slowly. I
reached down and pulled the slip knots that secured her
ankles, freeing her legs. I pushed her legs up, nearly
doubling her over and rammed my raging cock into her.
She grunted when I hit bottom and then began moving her
hips trying to get me even deeper.
“FUCK ME!!” she screamed. Over and over, “Fuck me! Fuck
me! Fuck me!” She crashed through one orgasm and
another screaming and yelling her pleasure, not even
caring that her husband in the other room with my wife
could hear her moans and yells.
I brought her through six more orgasms before my own
passion finally overtook me and I stiffened, pumping
gallons of my sticky cum into her.
I collapsed on top of her but only for a moment. I
raised up slightly, removed the nipple clips and freed
her hands. I rolled off of her and she rolled to me
cuddling into my arms. “God,” she said softly when our
ragged breathing began to subside, “I’ve never, ever
felt that good before.”
I chuckled softly. “I’m glad you liked it. Its
important that the first time be good if you’re really
going to enjoy the swinging lifestyle.”
We laid quietly listening to the sounds of squeaking
bed springs and moans of pleasure from the other room.
Finally she stirred looking up at me. “I really liked
it when you forced me, but could we try it gently
once?”
I looked down at her, “Your wish is my command, my
lady,” and leaned over to kiss her softly.