CHAPTER 3 Juliet looks over her shoulder, straight into my eyes. “Yes David… please… do it now!” She husks, thickly. I look down to where the broad vee of my glans is nudging the shiny pinky-brown roseate of her anus. I grasp her hips, feeling her brace herself against the increasing pressure. I thrust, gently but firmly. There is resistance, warmth, and the sensation of slow opening, followed by a silent ‘pop’. And Juliet’s sphincter is now gripping me around the rim of my buried helmet. I draw back a fraction and pop in again. And again. Juliet moans, I groan. She wriggles her bottom encouragingly. She loves having her arse fucked so much now. God I’m lucky! I feel the red mist of sexual abandon descend upon me. Knowing Juliet as I do now, I let the demon take charge, and find that I’m hauling her back, onto my cock, thrusting, pulling, forcing my thickness into her tight, narrow back door. Juliet crows with obvious delight. Her demon loves my demon. I don’t think she’s as scared of either of them as I am. One more thrust, which has to be painful for her, but brings forth a sexy squeal, and I’m all the way into her bottom. The demon doesn’t stop there, he goads me on. Seconds later I look down to see my cock shuttling in and out of my lover’s fundament, buggering her blissfully, recklessly, the tightness pulling back my foreskin so hard I share and understand some of Juliet’s pain. The harder I fuck her arse, the more she responds, and when I begin to slap her plump buttocks, her moans become increasingly orgasmic. I’m pumping deep into her soft bowels, but the mouth of her anus clenches and pouts deliciously upon me. It’s like I’m sodomising oiled silk and velvet. She reaches for her cunt with frantic fingers, seeking her clitoris. I smack her hand away and replace it with mine. I am in control, rising on a crest of fierce rapture. I find her swollen nub, and circle it fast, finding it slick with her wetness. Juliet starts to shiver and shake. I feel her excitement transmitting through her arse. Stars before my eyes, I jack my hips relentlessly, goring her, with no care for her comfort. Orgasm pounces, and I just have time to strum her clit in a frenzy before she convulses, clenches, screams. I cling to her hips, pulling her onto me as her anus clings ands clutches, sucking the spunk up from the depths of my balls. For the fourth time in my life, I void my being into the dark eye of her fundament, white rockets leaping unseen but all feeling in the perfection of the moment. The last instinctive thrusts froth the semen now oozing out of her. Juliet’s moans have become childlike whimpers, she’s passing through her trance and reality is creeping back in. She’s going to cry. I pull out, a gush of semen following my still erect cock. Juliet crumples onto the bed and rolls over. I fall upon her, taking her in my arms, comforting her bewildered sobs. I’m starting to understand the pattern. The force of sex overtakes both of us. The need for total abandonment is equal in us. Desire for the extremes of sensation, and excess blind us to all else, but they can leave us shocked and shattered, and perhaps even a little disgusted with ourselves, and each other. Especially so Juliet, who swears her psyche has never previously tormented her in this way. This is the first time we have made love in a bed, and at last we can hold each other properly, comfortably, and take physical reassurance, ease the guilt with cuddles and caresses. The negative emotions melt away quickly, and delicious memory of our coupling returns. “Next time, I’m going to tie you up first,” I murmur into her ear, and her throaty moan confirms her approval as much as the tightening of her embrace. “I’m going to tie you up, and bugger you until you beg me to stop,” I elaborate. She grips me harder. “Say it again,” Juliet whispers, with a lubricious giggle. “I’m going to tie you up, punish you for being a slut, and then bugger you…” “… until I beg you to stop… Mmmm… I wonder how long that will take?” We picnic in the playground of the huge bed, sprawling naked on the sex-stained sheets, speaking little, already fore-playing with kisses, caresses, sucks, and squeezes. A brief snooze, a sexy shower, and random wicked thoughts under the friction of the towel. “Here’s an idea,” I say a few minutes later. Juliet is languidly sucking my semi-erect cock, and once fired by this stimulation, my imagination is running away with me. “Mmmmpph?” “There’s an adult store at the East end of Sunset Boulevard… I passed it a couple of times on my last visit to LA. “Mmmm…?” “We could do with some lube and stuff… How would you like a little shopping trip?” Juliet lifts her head, flicks her hair back, and nods eagerly. “Ohh, yes!” “We’ll play the game.” I watch her reactions carefully. Will she object, now that we’re on unfamiliar ground? Far from it! “Really play it? No holds barred?” “Really play it… no limits.” Juliet seems to shudder lightly. I see goose bumps on her skin, signalling a deep thrill igniting within. Her lips part slightly, and her eyes have the smoky look of a different arousal to simple buggery. Since the evening after work when I first took control of her, since I discovered that she’s a natural submissive with a penchant for sexual degradation (and unspecified levels of pain), just a few short weeks ago, these moments have become precious. We’ve never had the opportunity to play the game as fully as we would like. Constraints of visibility amongst colleagues rather than morality have limited it to our brief encounters in the special needs toilet, and that one breathless never-to-be-forgotten Saturday afternoon behind the abandoned summerhouse in Queen’s Woods. Both of us sense that here in anonymous L.A. we’ll let the game take us as far as it likes, as far as our desire propels us. The rules of the game are simple. We invented it in Highgate Woods. I am in complete control, what I want is what we do, however weird or scary it might be. Sounds one-sided, but Juliet loves it. Now I have to careful not to become drunk and careless with power that crackles through me. At last, in a foreign country, I have the anonymity and the scope my newly fertilised imagination demands. This time I will truly test Juliet’s appetite for submission. Less than one hour later we brush through lankly hanging, tacky plastic strips inadequately fly-screening the interior of the adult store from the street. Juliet is wearing one of her smartest business suits over a crisp white cotton blouse. She has black high heels on her feet. No stockings. No knickers. We walk into a barely air-conditioned swamp of seediness and sexual desperation. Racks of magazines, DVD’s, VHS’s, rotating stands festooned with dildoes, vibrators, and many other sexual implements. To one side and near the back, a small S&M section with whips, floggers, ropes, gags, and what I realise upon examination, are nipple clamps. Juliet’s eyes are roving over the products, roving greedily I notice. I hand various objects to her, to see her reaction. She lingers over the clamps, flipping the pack to see if there are instructions. Then it’s the turn of an improbably large black dildo that faithfully replicates an enormous cock, vein for vein. She hefts it in her hands, and swings, it, tests it as if for balance, she even lays it alongside her cheek, and looks at me winsomely. “Do you think it suit me?” She gurgles sexily. The game began back at the hotel, but now it’s time to step it up gear or two. “Think it’ll fit into your slutty arse?” I inquire, loudly, certainly loud enough for the heads-down, all male, furtively hovering clientele to hear. “Hmmm… it might be a bit long, but it looks like the perfect thickness,” is Juliet’s easily audible reply, hardly a quaver in her very English voice. There is a palpable quickening of interest in this attractive, immaculately attired young woman. “How about these?” I ask her, handing her the nipple clamps. “Ohhh… nipple clamps… I’ve always wanted to try nipple-clamps… you know how much I like having my nipples tweaked and twisted!” She’s really playing for the audience now! I can’t quite tell if her tone is sardonic or genuinely enthusiastic, but it causes a customer to drop a pile of DVDs with a loud clatter. Through the back of the shop is a dark corridor and a sign – ‘Viewing Booths – Tokens at the Counter.’ There is a distinctive smell at the back of the shop, cutting through a veneer of cheap disinfectant. Men, sex, cum. Juliet’s nose quivers like a pointer scenting game. My imagination starts to run riot. “How about a dirty movie? What would you like to see?” I ask her. A display by the shadowy entrance to the booth-lined corridor shows the titles that can be played. “How about this one?” Says Juliet, pointing. “I can’t read it without my glasses,” I goad her. “Double Ass Action…’ does that mean the girl takes two cocks in her arse at the same time?” She inquires loudly. There’s a gagging cough and a distinct moan from a couple of the customers, now agog to hear what the pretty, horny, young English woman will say next. I lead Juliet ostentatiously into the dim corridor, and from there, into the middle one of the five booths. The smell is stronger here. The attempts at masking it with a deodoriser Airwick just make it scuzzier, and for us, in our current libidinous mood, even sexier. Many spilled loads have decorated these sketchily cleaned floors. The booth is just as I remembered it. I once spent a guilty afternoon in this very place on previous business trip. “Go and get $10 worth of tokens, and open your jacket, undo a few buttons on your blouse, so they can see your bra,” is my next order. Juliet obeys, lips moist, eyes shining. She loves the game. I hear her clear, audacious tone from the open door of the booth. “Please can I have $10 of tokens, for the booth showing ‘Double Ass Action?’” I hear a mutter from the embarrassed proprietor. “And do you know if she really takes two cocks up her arse at the same time? ‘Cos I’d really love to see that!” That’s my dirty girl! I privately exalt. We settle on the mean, plastic padded bench. There are a couple of small sticky pools of cum on the floor, a box of tissues, and a half-full wastepaper-bin. I feed some tokens into the slot. “Take off your skirt… and open your blouse.” Juliet looks at me with melting eyes. I can tell she’s immensely aroused already. So am I. I hear footsteps shuffling into the booths on either side of us. Just as I expected. Our screen is showing some very standard American porn. We aren’t particularly interested in it, but I sit beside Juliet on the bench, make her stretch out and spread her lovely bare legs, and then I begin to fondle her cunt. It’s sopping wet. My cock is straining against my trousers. I unzip, and untangle it. “Wank me, slowly.” Juliet obeys. I look at the black painted walls on either side of us. At about standing eye-level there are two raggedly round areas with shifting shadows that tell me what I need to know. At groin height there are other holes. It is only a matter of time and Juliet’s nerve. I curl two fingers into her, and she moans. “Louder!” She moans louder. We play with each other for several minutes, desire rising higher. I don’t think she’s aware yet of her true situation. I lean close, and whisper in her ear. “Push two fingers through the hole right beside you, and look up at that patch on the wall, the lighter bit, up there… then say ‘please show me your cock.’” Juliet gasps. “You mean someone is watching us?” She whispers back, shocked, but her hand doesn’t stop.. “Just do as I say,” I order her. Juliet takes a deep breath. “Please show me your cock,” she says, clearly, looking up at the peephole with those sexy black eyes. Barely a second later a medium-sized white, circumcised cock, very hard, pokes through the lower hole. “Keep stroking me, and give him a good wank,” I whisper. “And tell him how much you enjoy doing it.” This is truly a test for her. For the first time I see a glint of fear glistening in Juliet’s eyes, but she follows my instructions without question, and my heart pounds with devilish delight. In the light of the flickering TV screen, upon which a big black man is buggering a boob-jobbed blonde, Juliet grasps the protruding cock, and begins to jerk it energetically. We hear the man groan through the thin partition wall. “Talk to him,” I remind her gruffly. “Your big thick cock feels so good in my hand,” says Juliet, a little uncertainly. “More,” I whisper. My penis is oozing, and I have to remove Juliet’s hand. I’m trying to save myself for when we get back to the hotel. “Such a lovely big cock… I want to see how much cum you’ve got for me…” She’s getting into it now. I touch her breasts; pull down her bra cups so that her starkly erect nipples stand proud of their small mounds. I push Juliet to her knees, and begin to fondle and frig her sopping wet cunt from behind. Juliet is uttering a stream of filthy sex talk now. For a couple of minutes the tension and excitement builds and then she says: “Oh baby… you’re going to cum for me aren’t you… you’re going to spray me with all your lovely spunk!” There’s a muffled: “Yeah!” from next door. “I want you to cum on my tits!” Juliet understands why I bared them, and her voice is redolent of her arousal. Her uncertainty has long-passed. She’s making my head spin with her delicious daring. I see the disembodied cock leap in Juliet’s hand, a dribble of pre-cum oozes out. “That’s good… faster… just like that!” An urgent gruff male voice on the edge of losing control tells her. Juliet’s hand blurs over the now slippery shaft. “OH GAWD!” Comes a desperate, rapturous cry. Still pumping the cock, Juliet pushes out her sweet little breasts. Thick white cream begins to pour from the pulsing glans, then two, three heavy spurts that land partly on Juliet’s tits and bra, and some on her white shirt. Perfect. She finishes him off expertly, squirming so that his still leaking cock smears cum from nipple to nipple. “Your cum feels so good on my tits,” she purrs, sluttishly. I’m giving her three fingers, hard and deep. She’s loose, dripping, and so hot inside. I would love to stick my cock in her and fuck her right now, but I grit my teeth, and stick to our pact. The stranger withdraws. “Wow… thanks!” He says, thickly. “Juliet, turn around and do it again… The other wall… you’ve got another customer waiting,” I say, coldly, loud enough for the man in the left hand booth to hear, above the exaggerated porn moans from the TV. Juliet crawls round on all fours. I catch her eyes, and they show that she is in a near trance. She is so wonderful! “You are wonderful,” I whisper in her ear. Her blouse is sticking to her skin, and there are globs of congealing semen hanging on her nipples. “Please give me your cock!” Says Juliet, looking up at the left hand peephole. A dark purple helmet pokes through, followed by inch after inch after inch of ebony black pole. Instinctively, I know it’s the big black security guy I saw on our way in, lounging in the doorway of the shop. “Golly, you have a beautiful cock!” Exclaims my lover, genuinely impressed. “It’s huge!” Her finger and thumb can only just close around the heavy, half-erect shaft. “Oh Christ, David… I really want to suck it!” she whispers to me hoarsely. I now have four fingers twisting and reaming in her silken wetness. My first dilemma in the game. A stronger welling up of voyeuristic lust quickly follows a spurt of jealousy. I decide to put the decision in Juliet’s hands… or mouth… “It’s up to you… You have my permission, but I’m not making it an order.” I tell her. Perhaps I should be tougher, but this is a stranger’s cock, she has no idea where it’s been, what it might hold or have. It looks clean and healthy enough, but… I’m actually quite surprised that she’s contemplating fellatio on a random male. But thrilled too, in the depths of my dirtiness. Juliet’s unequivocal reply is to lean forwards, and looking back and forth from the peephole to me to check on my reactions, she opens her mouth, licks her lips, and engulfs the huge glans, like a particularly choice plum. “Oh fuck Jesus!” Comes a deep rumbling cry from the invisible man. Inflamed, Juliet grasps the cock, lets it out of her mouth, and licks the head all over, before taking it as deep as she can. This glory-hole is bigger, and the man thrusts so far his big hairy blue-black balls poke through too. The cock and balls together look like a majestic wall display, like antlers, or a prize exhibit. Juliet is making urgent little mews of kittenish pleasure. “Play with ma balls, baby,” Groans the deep dark voice. Juliet obeys her temporary master, and more. Still steadily wanking him, she licks down his shaft to the hairy gourds, and then sucks one into her mouth. There’s a delighted gasp from the glory hole. She sucks each ball in turn for a minute or two. My four fingers are digging deep into her hot cunt, twisting, thrusting, as she pushes back onto them rhythmically. She has never felt this open before. I watch her lick her way back up the black shaft, and take it in her mouth again. The man next door is muttering and straining as she bobs her head up and down. Seized by my own demon, I grab a handful of hair at the back of Juliet’s head and push her hard onto the cock, so that it hits the back of her throat. I pull and push her head relentlessly while pumping my fingers into her at the same pace. I’m a little amazed that she doesn’t protest, even when I hear her gag. I let her take a deep breath, and then, in an astonishing split second of understanding, I ram her head forwards so that the big cock is forced down her throat! “Oh fucking CHRIST!!” Exclaims the cock’s amazed owner. I hold her head there until she slaps the wall in protest, and then I let her come up for air. She drags in a harsh lungful of oxygen, and with my help, but of her own volition she’s back on him again, waggling her head to get him deeper. Something awesome is happening elsewhere in her body, in her gorgeously accommodating cunt. I have inadvertently made a cone of all my fingers and my thumb, and it is this that is suddenly halfway inside her, reaming hard at the point of the widest knuckles. She’s riding back onto it, shimmying her hips with the same urgency, as she’s sucking cock. As her throat is repeatedly penetrated and the sloppy sounds fill the booth, I find myself at a zenith of sensation and depravity. “AH YEAH BABY… EAT AH CUMMMM!!” The unrestrained cry of man at the point of orgasm. “Christ Almighty!” My own exclamation as a surging thrust carries my whole hand into Juliet’s cunt! “MMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!” is Juliet’s affirmative response to this outrageous new twist to our already twisted sexual congress. Juliet’s head lifts from the cock, forced back as she nearly chokes from a surfeit of stimulus, and the beginning of orgasm – her own and the man in the booth. I hardly know what to look at, her vagina, tight around my wrist, or the heavy lolloping ribbons of sperm leaping from that great black cock. Juliet’s hand is pumping out the spurts, her eyes are open, staring, but I can’t see into them. She yowls with unnameable rapture, and I feel her clamping, crushing my hand with her pussy muscles, while fluid squirts and sprinkles from her onto the painted concrete floor. My eyes fix on her face as cum rains down upon it. She must have taken a couple of large spurts in her mouth, because it’s running down from her lips to her chin. A final magnificent arc of semen jumps over her head, and lands in a neat white stripe down her centre parting. “You are one crazy couple!” An admiring, panting gasp from the stranger as Juliet greedily suckles the last sticky drops onto her tongue. She looks straight up at the peephole, and like a true porn diva shows him his cum in her mouth before swallowing. Her cunt suddenly clenches viciously as she coughs on the sperm, and my hand is ejected in a slithering rush. One touch and my cock would explode, but the demon is telling me that as long as I can hold on, I will be in control. I take out Juliet’s digital camera. “Lick him clean, then look straight at me.” It’s a control to which I know I could become dangerously addicted, but right now I’m powerless to resist. My demon controls me, just as I control Juliet. She obeys me, and I see a brand new expression on her face. She is completely lost in her world, which is our world, a stranger and a lover who had just undergone an experience that I can only ever share, but to which she is now, in this moment, totally enslaved. I take many pictures from several angles, including some with the softening black cock in her mouth. Far from sated myself, I seize her by the scruff of her neck, and kiss her, fiercely, tasting another man’s semen, but because it is on Juliet, won by her, it isn’t disgusting, but the most sublime kiss of master and slave. She is totally acquiescent, utterly committed. “Juliet, Juliet… come back to me, now!” I snap at her, and my voice cuts into her sex-trance. She shakes her head, as if waking, coughs again, wipes the back of her hand across her mouth, smiles, shakily, as what she has done sinks in. “The game isn’t over, darling.” “I know…” I hear a sound, and looking round I see another cock poking through the right hand glory hole. “Do you want me to…?” Juliet makes ready to turn round. “No, you’ve given enough. I want you to clean up your face a bit, but don’t touch your hair. Leave your blouse half open so I can see some of the cum on your chest.” “Hey buddy, what about me?” A plaintive voice from the right hand booth. “The show’s over, friend.” This comes from the left hand booth, in a voice one wouldn’t argue with. He’s still watching Juliet, and it seems he’s now our ally – as he damn well should be! “We’ve still got some shopping to do,” I tell Juliet once she has dressed herself to my approval. Her blouse is wet in patches, and glistening smears of semen are slowly drying on her skin. Most spectacular is her hair, which holds many pearls and globules of cum, as well as the now diffused but still well-defined white stripe down her parting. I lead her back into the shop. No one has left since we entered the booths, several more customers have come in, and there is quite a crowd surreptitiously watching us, watching Juliet, I should say. They all know what she’s just done. They can see the sperm she wears so proudly. They all want some of her, but she’s mine! The big black guy is following us. He hovers nearby, so no one says anything, or approaches; they just watch our every move. I hand Juliet a selection of sex aids and toys, piling her with out-size dildos, a fat butt-plug, nipple-clamps, wrist and ankle cuffs, ropes, a ball-gag, and a leather thronged, nine-tailed flogger. As I propel her towards the counter, I whisper in her ear: “Talk the nice shopkeeper through your purchases darling, let them all know what we’re buying.” Juliet nods, she’s coming round more. A half-smile is on her lips, and the naughty gleam is replacing her animal trance. She enumerates and describes our purchases, one by one, in that clear BBC English voice. The man behind the counter begins to smile; he knows now that it’s a game. Our black friend smirks and lounges. The dozen or more male customers, Juliet’s audience, are spellbound, eyes bulging with lust because they can see the evidence of her glory hole exploits in her hair and on her clothes. While the shopkeeper is engrossed with totalling up, I whisper a special message into Juliet’s delicate ear. “I’ve changed my mind. I‘m not going to tie you up and bugger you… I’m going to tie you up and fist-fuck you!” She nods fervently, shivers, her smile widening, and turns back to the shopkeeper. “I’ll need some lube too – the best you have for fuh… fist-fucking.” She says loudly and clearly. The slight stammer on the word ‘fist’ is infinitely erotic. The shopkeeper is old enough and cynical enough to find an appropriate rejoinder. “Will that be vaginal fisting, or anal fisting?” “Hmmm… you’d better give me something for both, just in case.” Juliet purrs in reply, coolly unfazed. She catches his eye and giggles deliciously. Half the customers have probably come in their pants by now. “Ain’t you somethin’? He laughs. “I don’t know what game you’re playin’, but you’re welcome here anytime!” He places a black cylindrical bottle and a wide mouthed tub on the counter. “This one’s silicone-based, a great all round lube, stays silky for a real long time. That’s for your pussy. This one’s a heavier duty grease, packs in well, and keeps it slick for a good while too. This is for your ass.” “Great, we’ll take both,” says Juliet. “If it’s heavy action you’re into, will you be wantin’ some aroma?” “Um, I’m not sure, what’s that?” Asks Juliet. I’m curious too. “It’s kinda like amyl nitrate… you’ve heard of that ain’t you?” “You mean poppers! Yes I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never tried it.” Juliet’s eyes dare him. I begin to see that in her submissive state, Juliet can control others. The shopkeeper reaches under the counter, and brings forth a small brown bottle. “This grade ain’t strictly for legal sale, but for a girl like you…” He loosens that cap and hands it to Juliet. She puts the bottle to one nostril, closes the other, sniffs hard, and then changes sides. For someone who says she’s never tried it before, she seems to know exactly what to do… She replaces the cap, puts the bottle down. Then her eyes grow large, her face reddens, and she grips the edge of the counter for support, as whatever the sensations are she’s feeling make her knees buckle slightly. She shudders from head to toe for a few seconds, and then shakes her head dazedly to clear it once the rush has passed. “Golly, I wasn’t expecting that! I think we should buy a couple of bottles, David.” She looks at me. I nod. What the hell, sex becomes sex and drugs, so easily. “It’s on the house, lady, as a thank you for the entertainment – and keepin’ the shop full!” The shopkeeper, like his security guard is our friend and ally now. We leave the store laden with brown paper bagged packages. There’s one more stop I want to make, and that’s at a hardware store I noticed in a side street, one day on an earlier trip, while looking for a friend’s house. “Wait here in the car,” I tell Juliet. “I won’t be long.” Inside I quickly find what I need. I’ve been planning this or something like it since I tied Juliet’s wrists to the handrail and buggered her in the disabled toilet at work last week. Heavy duty eye-screws, a cheap re-chargeable electric drill / screwdriver, a couple of sheets of builders polythene, a painter’s dustsheet, duct tape, and I’m back in the car within ten minutes. Juliet smiles at me, but it’s a nervous smile, and her eyes have a sensitive, watery aspect. She’s been crying. “I don’t understand what’s happening to me!” She blurts. My hear lurches. Is this it? Have I driven her too far down the road of sexual depravity? I feel sick to my stomach to have done this to a woman. “We can stop the game right now…We’ll stop at once…” I say, trying to reassure her, taking her hand in mine. “NO! God no! It’s just that… I don’t understand… why I like it so much… obeying orders… being so slutty… it’s… it’s not really like me… is it?” Relief washes over me, and my cock, suddenly limp, pulses back to life. “Not like you? Remember that phone call? When we made each other come without words? That was you too, Juliet. We’re changing, learning this thing as we make it up. Are you sure you’re OK?” “Mmm… quite sure now… quite amazed too… back there… was so beyond ANYTHING I’ve done before, but… it’s such a cliché… I’ve often fantasised about sucking off strangers… especially big black strangers. But… but I’ve NEVER fantasised about being fisted!” I’ve been wondering since the second my hand popped in what Juliet really thinks about being fisted. For me it was a revelation, a feeling of such completeness, such closeness that I still can’t find adequate words to discuss or describe it. “It was incredible… I never expected it to happen, even though I’ve thought about it a fair bit since I first knew… and saw it.” I admitted. I first encountered fisting in a porn video in the late ‘80’s, long before I met Mandy. It has intrigued me and turned me on something rotten ever since, but I hardly ever saw it again after that, and my two attempts met with failure. Juliet puts her hand in my lap, running a finger along my now semi-hard cock. “You didn’t come, did you? You fisted me and you didn’t come…” “Did it hurt when I was inside you?” I ask. “It hurt quite a bit when you were at the widest point, and it was uncomfortable for a few moments after that… that feeling when my… cunt seemed to suck you in… but it was a good kind of hurt, sexy, wicked… I do seem to thrive on a certain amount of pain, don’t I?” I laugh, and stroke her bare knee. “I was so high on everything… it was one of my biggest orgasms, ever. I squirted… ejaculated… didn’t I?” You did!” I reply. “You wanked one man, sucked off another, and got fisted, all in less than half an hour.” Juliet blushes. “And when we get back to the hotel, I’m going to keep my promise…” “… To tie me up an fist me?” “To tie you up and fist you… but before that I’m going to punish you severely for your recent behaviour. Now, no more idle chat, we’re back in the game.” While Juliet takes a long shower and washes her hair – only with my permission, naturally – I set to work on the room. Between the sleeping area and the living area is a high wood famed arch, with a thick curtain to divide the two areas if necessary. It’s perfect for my plans. I spread the polythene on the floor under the arch, and the dustsheet goes over that. A few quick whizzes with the drill and I can twist in the big eye-screws through which the bondage rope will slide. Several pairs on the lintel, some at the sides. Then I bring the coffee table close, and line up our purchases from the adult store. From ropes to poppers, via dildos, spreader bar and flogger… I’m heavy with cum and anticipation. I find Juliet still in the bathroom. She tells me she’s douched her pussy. I tell her she’s a good girl, and leave her for a few more minutes. Back in the room, I set the lighting, position Juliet’s little digicam on a mini-tripod, put on some music, and turn it up. Hopefully the sounds will mask those that Juliet is about to make. If not, I have the ball-gag… Juliet is in the arch, arms stretched up, wrists cuffed and tied securely. Her ankles are also cuffed, and held apart by a telescopic spreader bar. Her small breasts are stretched, and flattened, but her nipples are proud and starkly erect from my recent twisting. She’s wearing only a pair of black high heels. She’s facing the floor to ceiling mirror on the wardrobe, which I have opened and positioned for her viewing pleasure. Her chest is rising and falling, her cheeks are flushed already. I am naked. Taking photographs of her from every angle. I gloat longingly over the dark pinky-red lips of her cunt. I put down the camera, kneel and begin moistening and polishing them with lube, then with the tip of a vibrator, until they blossom into an exquisite orchid. Juliet has never looked so beautiful or so right. The power I have over her is equal to the need she has for me. The very air is electric with sexual energy. I pick up the cat ‘ nine tails and approach her with savage intent. “Choose a safe word,” I tell her. She hears me as if from a distance. “Choose a safe word because I’m going to cause you pain… quite a lot of pain, and only you know your limits.” My voice sounds strange to my own ears. It has a steely new authority. I’m growing into my role. “Snuffles.” Her cat’s name. Good. She won’t forget that. Juliet is now mine. Exclusively. My first and only sex-toy. I bend slowly and take a nipple in my mouth, nipping between my teeth, pulling it until Juliet takes in a ragged breath. Until I met Juliet I was never overly obsessed with nipples, though I have always enjoyed playing with them like any man, but hers, supported by those sweet small mounds – now almost flattened by her suspension, the puffy aureolae tipped by those surprisingly long and rubbery teats, make me want bad, bad things… I suck as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. Juliet sways and moans softly in a state of total surrender. I use and abuse her nipples for several minutes. As I suckle the right hands teat, I begin to swing the flogger lightly to and fro between her wide parted legs. The soft leather brushes her smooth inner thighs. I see goose-bumps prickle up, and grin, nastily. I swing harder. The tails lightly swish against the sweet lips of her sex. “Oh… oh…. Oh… oh…” Juliet murmurs quietly with each touch. When I release her nipple at last, the flogger is starting to make gentle smacking sounds against her bottom and thighs, and Juliet is swaying hypnotically to the rhythm. Her eyes are opening and closing, pupils hugely enlarged, her lips slightly parted and her head moves sinuously upon her slender neck… Amazing to think that just a couple of hours ago a thick black cock was stretching that neck from within… I stand back a little and begin to criss-cross her torso with the flogger, a little harder, the still slight blows rise from her trembling tummy to her breasts. I begin to give the flogger a bit more swing, as I watch her cute little tits jiggle and pinken. I imagine the mild stinging must be quite pleasant at the moment. How far will she go? How far do I dare push her? Time to find out… Harder, more weight to my arm. I work the tingle up into a flame that licks Juliet with the passion of a lover’s tongue. The flogger is starting to hiss through the warm, perfumed air. Juliet is swaying, head rolling faster, eyes black as coal, and still she utters her half-surprised: “Ohh… oh… Oh…Ohhh…” Quietly acknowledging every blow. The light catches a glistening trickle down her left thigh. I don’t think I have ever felt as intensely sexually connected to a lover. I feel a strange ripple through my mind and body, just as I see Juliet quiver from head to toe, and know that we have a new and even deeper connection. If love is perfect understanding, then from this moment, we have found love. Our eyes lock. I shiver to my bones. Swish, swish, swish, the flogger flies, smack, SMACK, it lands on each breast, then SWISH again as it sweeps upwards to moisten it’s strands in Juliet’s wetness. Hard enough now to make her writhe and contort in her bonds, her breath suddenly hissing out of clenched teeth. I feel a magnificent surge of pleasure, as if Juliet’s endorphins are working on me, too. As I caress her for a moment with the flogger, she looks rapturous. I’ve never done anything like this before. A little playful spanking is as far as I’ve gone until Juliet. The flogger has become an extension of my left arm. I could not use my hand with any more vision or accuracy. Or sensuality. I’m not really punishing, despite what I said. This is more fundamental, less playful; this is an exploration of one woman and one man’s desire. This is about power, about pain, pleasure, and pure sensation. It’s about our imaginations, and how far reality matches expectation. I wait until she stops writhing, and then repeat the pattern. Criss-crossing blows to her breasts and tummy, half a dozen each way, and then the cut that makes her go wild, up between her forced-apart legs. Harder. “Oooooowww!” She moans, writhing again, trying vainly to close her thighs over her stinging cunt-flesh. But she had arched to receive the blow, and the movement is pure instinct. I pause, and examine the lashes on the flogger. They are becoming wet, and moisture gleams on the insides of both Juliet’s thighs. I start again. I am patient, yet relentless, and with each round the tails of the cat land with more force. My cock is so rampant it is aching, and weeping clear tears of desire. I check Juliet’s eyes frequently, to make sure this is still what she wants. It is. It’s what we both want. Red welts are beginning to show on her pale olive white skin, between each bout of flogging, while she moans and squirms the pain away; I caress her with infinite gentleness to contrast the sensations. When I slide a hand down her tummy, and cup her reddened, sensitised cunt, she nearly buckles with need for orgasm. I spend a few moments tugging and twisting her irresistible nipples, and then go back to the hypnotic ‘swish swish’ with the flogger. I’m learning fast. Juliet will come when I decide she should, and not before. I could make her come right now, if it was my whim. As the current flogging reaches what is for Juliet, another withheld climax, my eyes alight upon the nipple clamps, linked by their shiny chain. Synchronicity as Juliet’s gaze meets mine returning, and I see the pleading, and I know what it’s for. I give her one more viciously precise stroke of the cat to her sodden cunt. She shrieks, judders and struggles, but it is with the need to come, not to escape. In the hiatus, I caress her all over, but come at last to her darling breasts. I cup one tenderly, and then push out the erect nipple so that I can slip the first clamp over it. I stare deep into the bottomless pits of her eyes as I slowly let go, and the clamp bites into her tender nipple-flesh. “TFffffffffffff…!” Juliet takes in breath sharply, her head flies back, and she’s tugging hard on her cuffs. I let got completely, and then twist the adjustor, tightening the clamp until her grimace tells me it’s enough. For now. At any moment I expect to hear her cry out ‘SNUFFLES!’ But apart from a dry sobbing moan, and even more sinuous squirms of sensual agony, she makes no protest. Then I drop the chain, so the weight of it and the second clamp drags down on her beleaguered teat. She yowls and her head tosses hard from side to side, a weird ripple shudders through her. I can barely imagine the pain of it. She’s panting now, mouth open, lips dry. Still no Snuffles. I moisten her lips with a glass of water. I love her increasingly, and with every increasing degree of her suffering. I take the second clamp, squeeze it open while she watches, still anticipation beats the fear out of her eyes. Again the: “TFFFFffffffffffffffffff…. Of sexual, sensual shock as the clamp bites into a delicate erogenous zone, and then the snaky squirm of acceptance. “How do you feel, Juliet? “Sssss… spirochetes of fire… Oh god, David… they hurts so much…fire from my tits… to my…p…c..cunt… such sweet addictive… f…. f…. flames...! Oh fuck… when you touch… Aieeeeee….” She gabbles as I gently tug the chain. “Soon I’ll let you come, and then I’ll fist you. You please me very much.” “I want to please you so much… owwww… YOWW!!” I lightly flick the clamps, causing savage, supreme discomfort. Then I pick up the flogger again, and stand behind her. We are in our S&M endgame. I apply the flogger with crisp, powerful strokes to her back and bottom, loving the way her soft round arse-cheeks quiver, loving her every helpless, agonised but bliss-soaked cry. I let the lashes curl around her sides to her breasts, increasing the tug and drag of the chained clamps. Her cries are rising in pitch and volume. I feel madly orgasmic too, but clench hard and quash the rising spasms before they can fully seize me. Even so, a heavy half-spurt of pre-cum and semen slops onto the dustsheet covered floor. Time for the coup de grace. My fingers are itching to fist her, but first… “Look in the mirror my darling…look at yourself.” I’m looming behind her, criss-crossing her arse with the flogger, harder than ever now, the THWACK, CRACK, THWACK, making my ears tingle. Juliet’s teeth are bared, her face ugly with the intensity of her experience. I draw my arm back, carefully judging the distance, and then, with controlled but savage intent, I flick the flogger up between her legs from behind, so that the lashes bite cruelly into her vulva and clit. She opens in her mouth in a silent scream of horror and delight. I clamp my hand over her mouth before her voice breaks through, and swipe her cunt again, and then a third time. I feel her whole body convulse. I slash the flogger across her clamped tits, and then send it stinging between her legs one final time. She stiffens, taut as a piano wire, quivers epileptically, muffled shrieks hot against my hand, erupting from between my fingers. In the mirror our eyes meet in mutual awesome understanding. This is what we have become. This is what we are. Juliet’s body gives a final astonished shudder and then she loses all strength, hanging like a dead weight from her arms. “Mmm… Snuffles… Snuffles… Snuffles… Snuffles!” She sobs. “Oh my love, my love!” I cry, and as gently as I can, I unclamp her nipples. Juliet weeps hot salt tears in the agonising aftermath. I hold her up, hands cupping her breasts, kissing her cheeks, her neck, her lips until t he pain has subsided. Once she can stand unaided, I slacken her arm ropes. She sways on the spot, struck dumb with the shock of her first true S&M orgasm. There is a large wet stain on the dustsheet. Her thighs are streaked with sweat and cum. Now there will be respite for her. She has earned it, just as she has earned all that is still to come. Glancing at my watch I see that it took just under an hour to bring her to this point. It is still early evening. I am nursing my own need to come as patiently as I can; the sensation of edging it, holding back while I take Juliet to new heights is oddly addictive. My whole being seems to be heightened. I release her from the cuffs and straining bar, and carry her to the bed. I want her so much it hurts me with a pain of longing that I believe equals what she felt in bondage, while I flogged her. She slips back into some form of reality as I massage her wrists. She needs to be restored, because I will soon need to restrain her again. When she has her strength back, I lead her to the leather office chair, which I have placed under the arch, and sit her down in it. Just as I’m reattaching the cuffs and the spreader to her ankles, the phone rings. I grab it as quickly as I can, seeing the troubled reaction on Juliet’s face as reality threatens to break into our world. It’s just someone from work, calling about our first meeting tomorrow, a change of time, nothing more. Juliet has not entirely left her trance. As I replace the receiver, I’m struck by a sudden inspiration, a detour from my prescribed route, but one that I feel Juliet deserves, for being such an exemplary sub-slut. I pick up the phone again, and ask for room service. This is my fourth trip to LA in the last year, and I’ve stayed in this hotel every time. I know some of the staff well enough to be on first name terms, and have a few clues to their character. I manage to get the person I want on the line, and murmur my request. Juliet is gain consumed by her trance. I kneel before her, and for few minutes I make love to her cunt with my mouth, grazing and tasting, sucking her lips, her clit, tonguing deep, lapping at her shores until she’s lifting to meet me and cooing with pleasure. With her flavour strong on my tongue, I sit back on my heels, and reach for the bottle marked ‘Eros.’ No hurry, though my heart is pounding. My inspiration could lead to disaster, and at the very least extreme embarrassment. To distract us both, I slather the silky lubricant onto her sex, fingering it in, making her moan and coo some more. There’s a knock at the door. I make a quick insertion of a slim object into Juliet’s cunt, then stand, and slip into a bathrobe, leaving Juliet naked in the chair, unable to rise because of the ankle cuffs and spreader. “We’re still in the game,” I say quietly. Juliet smiles, uncertainly. I tighten the waistband of my bathrobe, and open the door. Thank God, as I requested, it’s Jason. Jason is a sharp-witted young black bellhop who once offered to find me some female company on a previous trip. He’s holding a tray with an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne. “Uh… Jason, just the man. Come on in, put the champagne on the desk.” Jason doesn’t see Juliet at first because she’s behind him in the archway. He puts the tray down on the desk, turns, and there is the most glorious double take when he sees Juliet in the chair, naked, her legs wide open, pubes and cunt glistening with lube, her vulva swollen and slightly parted, nipples rudely erect still from the effects of the clamps. She’s touching herself and staring straight at him with a slightly manic smile. “Um, Jason, the champagne is for me, but Juliet would like a different drink. A special drink wouldn’t you, Juliet?” I cross my fingers mentally that she is with me, but how could I have any doubt? “Er… Jason… I would love to… suck your cock… and swallow… your… spunk.” Juliet purrs, punctuating her ‘oh so English’ voice with fingers circling her slippery clit. Jason’s mouth has fallen open, but there is already a telltale bulge in his trousers. “Indulge her Jason, there’s a good fellow. If you do, there’s $100 in her for you.” “IN her?” Jason queries, nonplussed. Juliet moves her hand away from her pussy, and we can see the end of a rolled up banknote protruding from her cunt. Jason shakes his head and smiles with admiration. “Hoooweee… you Brits…” He comments. “Don’t mind me,” I tell him. “I’ll just stay here and enjoy the view… and film a little of the proceedings – not your face, don’t worry. This is for Juliet’s scrap-book.” Once I have reassured him that he’ll be anonymous, he agrees to the filming. He shrugs. “What the hell, I guess there’s worse ways of earning a hundred bucks,” he chuckles. “You Brits certainly throw up the surprises! Shall I get naked?” “No, just drop your pants,” I tell him. “She’s my slave, you see, and she’ll do anything I tell her to… and you know what’s great?” He shakes his puzzled head. “Whatever I want, she wants even more! Isn’t that so, Juliet?” “MMmm… and now I really want to suck your cock and make you cum in my mouth… Jason… I haven’t sucked a black cock for at least… two or three hours. Come here… late me taste you…” Jason quickly strips off his trousers and underpants, and approaches Juliet. He stands between her legs. She sits up straighter, her hands reach out to grasp his hips to pull him close. I kneel beside them, the camera quietly recording a close-up of Juliet’s mouth opening to receive Jason. His cock is only a little slimmer than the security guard in the Adult Store, but it is definitely longer. Juliet’s eyelashes flutter as she takes his semi-hard shaft in her soft mouth. She takes his big balls in her hands and massages them in time with her bobbing head. Jason hardens quickly and impressively. As close as I am, I can almost taste him with her, and wonder at the kinky thrill it gives me. “You sure have a sweet mouth… Juliet…” Jason sighs, starting to thrust several inches in and out of that sweetness. “You can do it harder, Jason, as hard as you like… really fuck her mouth… she loves it… like this…” I grab Juliet by the scruff of the neck, as I’ve done before, and force her head onto his long cock until she begins to gag. She must be learning to control that reflex, because the second time I thrust her face towards Jason’s groin, she takes most of it his length, and the third time, she takes it all. Her nose is buried in his tightly curled black pubes, her throat bulges… “Awwww.. fuck! She is soooo fucking hot!” Jason exclaims, eyes rolling back. Catching the mood, her grabs her head, twisting his fingers into her hair, and beginning to pump his cock hard, deep, all in, reaming her throat until her eyes tell him that she needs to breathe, then out, letting her gasp in air, until those same eyes grow even hotter. “Again! She rasps,” and Jason is only too ready thrust to his balls again. It looks amazing on the camera screen. I’m filming as steadily as I can, wanking slowly, trying not to come. I’ve been building my orgasm since late afternoon, but I know how, where, and when I want to finish, and I’ll do my utmost to last out. Jason, however, has no need to last out. He begins to fuck Juliet’s mouth hard fast and deep, revelling in the unexpected freedom, and Juliet’s very obvious approval. Strings of spittle are cascading from Juliet’s chin; she’s gripping his hips, working with him like the semen-slut she has become. I feel the magic ripple though us again, that new and mystical connection, the knowledge that what we are doing is mutual and incontrovertibly right for the moment. “Urrhhh urgh… Ugghhhh… Yessss.. OH FUCK YESSSS” Jason cries out. Hips flashing savagely in their final strokes to ecstasy. His grip on Juliet’s head tightens as he rams himself down her throat, and I see his buttocks clenching as he spasms. “On her face too!” I bark harshly. Groaning, Jason pulls out, his face a grimace of rapture. Juliet instantly seizes his shaft while the head is still in her mouth; her other hand is already milking and twisting his balls. She let’s the glans out with loud ‘pop.’ Jason’s cum is flowing out thickly still. My camera lingers on the pool obscuring her tongue, and then Juliet giggles hoarsely, gleefully as she pumps out thick gooey spurts on her forehead., from where it runs slowly down over her nose and lips. I have never seen such solid looking cum! Juliet, still gurgling with pleasure, uses Jason’s cock to smear the fluid over her cheeks, and then sucks the big purple head clean. “Swallow nicely for Jason and the camera my darling,” I instruct her, zooming in so that her face is in full close-up as she shows what she has left of her prize, and then slowly swallows, actually chewing it a little before it goes down. “Mmm… that was delicious Jason. You’ve earned your tip!” She husks, voice roughened from deep-throating. “Lady, I should be payin’ you!” Laughs the amiable Jason, tucking the softening snake of his cock into his pants and zipping up. “Take the money Jason,” I remind him, still filming. He bends over. “Excuse me ma’am, he chuckles as he draws the wet tube of currency from Juliet’s sex. He unrolls it, sniffs it. “I might just frame this as a souvenir! Now, folks, if there is any tiny thing you ever want while you’re here, little extras, you know… weed, X’s, coke, high quality porn, or even a playmate… just let Jason know!” “Thanks Jason, but David has promised to tie me up and fist-fuck me tonight, so if you don’t mind…” “Hot damn, I love you guys!” Jason exclaims in delight, and quickly departs. “Don’t let me hold you… Jesus… tie me up… fist fuck… sheesh…” And he’s gone. The entire conversation took place while Jason’s semen was cooling on Juliet’s face. Now we are alone again, I can’t resist the urge to kiss her deeply, tasting the man she has just supped from. So wicked. So very wicked! I fetch a facecloth, and clean Juliet’s face for her, kissing her all the time, because I’m brimming over with emotion. “He tasted really salty, not entirely unlike oysters, actually,” Juliet mused, and I had to laugh at my newborn gourmet cum-queen. I push the chair, with Juliet in it, deeper under the arch. “How are your arms?” I ask as I help her to her feet. “Fine… I’m ready David… Oh God, I can’t believe we’re actually going to do this! It’s so…” “Wonderful,” I finish for her, and she nods. We kiss again, with new hunger. When our lips part, Juliet holds out her wrists so that I can buckle her back into the cuffs, and re-thread the ropes. “Owww…” She cries softly as I haul her arms high, but she likes it, I know. Once she is hanging there, at my mercy, I can’t resist tweaking and torturing her nipples for a couple of minutes, while I watch the beautiful blackness seep back into her eyes. I light a fresh stick of incense, put a Kruder and Dorfmeister CD on the stereo, manage to have a pee through a half-erect cock, and return, wanting her more than ever before. I sit down on the office chair, set low, my legs between hers, and slowly clean my hands with surgical gel. Oh yes, it seems we came prepared for almost anything. Juliet watches, swinging slightly because I’ve strung her up quite tightly and high. I pick up the bottle of lube, and set to work on her, squirting it onto her tummy so it runs down to her cunt, massaging it in, pushing slick fingers inside her softness, coating the puffy folds of her labia. She moans contentedly. My fantasy now unfolds into reality. One finger, two fingers, three, slide into the slippery silken heat of her body. I brace the trio apart, using them to stretch her into a significant gape, then I frig her for a minute or two, nibbling her clit, grazing on her lush cunt until my face and tongue are slippery too. I slip my little finger in alongside the others, easily. The wet sounds are now from more than just the lube. I give her clit a final suck, and pull back, four fingers delving and turning inside her. “Ohhh.. that’s nice… you look all shiny,” Juliet coos. I reach up into her, firmly, lifting her onto her toes so that she lets out a little gasp. My thumb is still outside, and I sweep it from side to side, over her clit as I probe and search. I see her tummy quiver and feel her cunt-muscles tensing and relaxing as the stimulation lifts her into our special trance of sexual understanding. “You really want me to do this, don’t you?” I know the answer, but I want to hear it out loud, in Juliet’s husky voice. “I want it so much David, I want your hand… to fill me…fill my cuh… cunt… and fuh… fist-fuck me!” Inflamed almost beyond reason, I tuck in my thumb, brace my arm, and thrust upwards, twisting the wide spear of fingers from side to side, meeting Juliet’s resistance with the strength of my desire. She throws her head back, tightens, and tries to make herself relax. Her breath hisses out in a long stream. I’m at the gate again, and this time it’s no surprise! Vision red and pulsing, I force my hand upwards, shoving one, two, three times, twisting always. Feeling flesh, muscle, bone, moving, oh yes, moving by exquisite millimetres, onto my wide knuckles. I watch as fascinated as the first time, I feel the pain of her tightness, the noose of her vulva straining to accommodate, and then… “Ahhhhhheeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiaaaaa!!” Juliet emits a high thin shriek of astonishment as I pass the point of no return, and suddenly I’m over the threshold, hovering briefly before the knuckles move out of sight, and then a fresh twist buries my hand inside her. I have to pause for both our sakes. The intensity almost swamps me. Time stands still in this perfect and perverse union of man and woman, of two bodies in true harmony. Fluid oozes from my rigid cock; lube and cunt-juice trickle down my wrist and forearm. We are barely breathing as we fight back the urge to let go and blur into orgasm, because both of us want it to last much longer than before. I am operating by pure instinct. No one told me how to do this, but I know, somehow I just know. After an endless minute, I gather my strength, and sinuously twist and thrust again. “Oh David, fuck David, yes, fuck yes!!” Juliet groans. She’s trying to bear down on me, but suspended as she is, she can only squirm and wait helplessly while I dictate. My fingers feel the smooth dome of her cervix, and naturally begin to curl. Her vulva slowly engulfs the heel of my hand as I form a fist in her searing slippery depths. I am wrist deep inside her. We are impossibly close at this moment, but as I begin to minutely draw and thrust, we become closer still. “I’m fist-fucking you Juliet… I’m fisting your beautiful cunt!” I exclaim. “Oh yes please yes oh more please yes more…” Juliet affirms and pleads. Harder, so that I stretch her labia in a wide arc as I pull, cause the lips to fold in on themselves as I twist, and then pop out again so that they frame my wrist when I’m knuckling her cervix again. There is more of this, much more. Time becomes as slippery as Juliet’s cunt. I feel her muscles accept me; I feel her cunt relaxing around me. My hand slides back and forth in longer, swifter strokes. Each penetration hurts her less and pleasures her more. To keep the balance I do her faster, harder, my fist squelching lewdly, pushing a little deeper now. Her body is rippling, tummy muscles, inner thighs visibly shuddering in reaction to my steady rhythm. I reach up with my free hand and pinch a nipple – a feline yowl of pain and rapture – then the other for a matching cry. Soon I’m fisting her briskly, back and forth, shuttling my hand through her sloppy juices while caressing her dangling torso, her bum, her rude little tits, running my hand over her tummy, pressing as I thrust so that I feel myself through her skin and flesh. I’m drunk with it, high as a kite; I could come at any second or go on forever. So could Juliet. My arm muscles tense and knot as I pump and thrust, my fist is stretching her wide each with each withdrawal. I want to see myself enter her again. Straightening my fingers, I pull down sharply. Juliet shrieks as my hand slips out, and then she shrieks again as I spear it back in, ignoring the closing instinct of her cunt, a firm twist taking me wrist deep once more. Cunt-juice is running down my arm in a thin stream. I will make her come like this, and then I’ll finally complete my own journey. I’m dizzy, nearly hysterical with disbelief that we’ve come so far in just one day! My hand slips out more easily, then in… out… in… the sounds are amazing, Juliet is vibrating, keening, mouth agape, her eyes bottomless black pits of pure sex. “This one is for you, my love. The next one is for me!” I cry, so that she knows it won’t be over when she’s climaxed. I bend forwards, take her distended clit between my lips, and fight to keep them there as I flicker my tongue over the throbbing bud. I feel her coil before spasming, I feel it about to pounce. I’m ready. I thrust hard upwards, lifting her off her feet with the force of my final thrusts. Juliet comes; at last, my fist clenched and clasped deep inside her. Her voice is high and clear and bewildered, a cry of amazement that makes my hair stand on end and nearly throws me over the edge into orgasm too. I feel her clamping to tight around me, crushing my hand with the force of her orgasm. I taste her, I drive her on, and I love her with all my sexual soul. “I love you David!” She wails. I yank out my hand, spear it back in again, mercilessly forcing myself past her spasms, punishing her for loving me, for making me love her. She’s bruising me, gushing out the proof of her ecstasy. I pull out my clenched fist slowly in the end, making her yelp, and slump back in the chair, looking up, watching my goddess writhe and shudder still, as if electrified, juice still gushing, sex still gaping open for several seconds, until the walls twitch and close. I’m too desperate to wait for her to recover. I stagger to my feet, whining with need, and with desperate fumbling fingers I release her arms. They drop to her sides, temporarily powerless from the suspension. She slumps, and I lower her to the chair before removing the spreader bar. My inspiration is running so pure. I shift her so that she’s half lying in the deep leather chair. I lift each leg in turn, move it over the arm, and then tie it into place, so that when I’ve finished, she’s spread wide and bound securely, her cunt a red wet target for my lust. She can see everything now. Our eyes meet, we’re so far into the game we may never find our way back again. She smiles, unfathomably. More lube, slopping it on carelessly until it’s dipping onto the dust sheet, then I delve into her wetness, and this time she can aid me. One good thrust and I’m inside her again. A red mist of high-octane lust descends and ignites my demon. “Oh that looks so mad… so beautiful..!” Juliet husks as I pull out, plunge my hand back in again, the sound of it, the slap against her flesh, the delicious forcing of her walls apart so that I’m deep in her tunnel, again and again until she feels hollowed out, and I find that I can drag my entire fist through the gate, point the knuckles and plunge it immediately in again. Loving her, loving the absolute intensity of our coupling, I’m fisting her in a speeding blur that can only end in the most torrid climax. My cock is beginning to leak uncontrollably; I can feel my balls sizzling with sperm, my prostate aching with need, my brain – fevered, sizzling. Juliet’s mouth is in a rictus of utter abandonment. I growl in wordless animal urgency, rising to my feet, fist still pumping inside her, shunting, fucking. I stumble into the position I have wanted to be in since I first thought of it, back in the adult store. I crouch beside her, every muscle tense and ready. My cock slaps her cheek, she grabs it loosely with weak fingers, rubs it over her face, her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her lips, her lips… Her tongue lashes and licks my glans, tasting my pre-cum, and then I see the blazing stars that are her eyes meeting mine. The exquisite hours of waiting are over. My brain has orgasmed many times today, with each new and outrageous twist to our tale, but my body will complete this one too. I shudder as it rises through my entire being. Her hand slicks back my cock, and semen erupts, explodes in a torrent into her open mouth, carombing off the inner surfaces. Juliet jolts violently as she cums too. The harsh clamping of her muscles on my fist triggers my next spurt, as she matches it with a squirt of her own. We whinny and contort like maddened beasts as I paint her face and body with blast after awesome blast of long held back spunk. I feel every cell of my body in this orgasm, I’m yelping with ecstasy. I have never come so hard, or so long. The last spurts are excruciating, and magical. I shudder and whimper as Juliet milks the last of my cum onto her tongue. I can hardly bear to look at her, so intense are my emotions. To have a woman like Juliet, to find someone who will live out your wildest fantasies, and love every dirty filthy nuance is almost too much to assimilate. And even then, I have to fuck her a little more; because her eyes tell me she needs it. One more flurry of fisting to finish her. She arches in the chair, her cunt spasms viciously, squeezing my fist until the knuckles rub together, bone on bone. In the aftermath, jetlag suddenly catches up with me, and I almost pass out from exhaustion and shock. A perfect day in so many perverted and astonishing ways. I fumble with the cuffs, Juliet giggling at my clumsiness, and having freed her, I can barely stagger to the bed. END OF PART 1
