u/AbsurdNarrative

July Contest - Image 3

Synopsis: After a dry spell, she decides to spend the day relentlessly teasing her work-swamped man in an attempt to drive him crazy enough to ravage her. However, after her bratty taunting escalates, things go a little differently than she anticipated.

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I remain motionless on the bed as the alarm jolts me awake. My consciousness, and plan for the day, rushes back to me as I wait to make my move. From the other half of the bed he stirs, cursing under his breath as he shimmies up to shut off the alarm. Once he stumbles out of the bedroom, I spring to life and execute my pre-rehearsed spread. With a couple quick tosses, the blankets are positioned and I resume my fake sleeping.

The first tease is subtle, just a seed planted right at the beginning of the day.

A few seconds later he walks back in to grab his phone and stops. The pause is long enough to be noticeable, a sudden but brief absence of footsteps. When he finally leaves the room, I allow myself to grin, thinking about the view that made him stop in his tracks. The top half of my body is largely uncovered, but by laying on my stomach my breasts are still concealed. For my bottom half, the sheets have been pulled back to leave one leg uncovered, all the way up to my now half revealed ass. The key part to this tease is the small amount still tucked between my legs, just barely covering the pussy so temptingly close to being exposed.

And that's how his day will start, picturing what was so close to being seen.

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By the time I get downstairs, he is already hard at work at his desk just off the kitchen area. His job has been relentless lately, and today will be no different. As a result, intimate times have been far and few between. While I support my hardworking man, each passing day without release has only made my bratty ways harder and harder to ignore.

So today, on my day off, I'm not going to ignore them.

I walk over and give him a quick peck on the forehead before moving toward the kitchen counter. Behind me I hear the creek of the floor as the chair turns. I smile, my face out of his view, as I know exactly what's running through his head right now.

My outfit to start the day was chosen purposefully and only features one item: a shirt. The shirt, his from yesterday, comes down just low enough to make it unknown whether I have any underwear on. With careful movements, I avoid any reveals that would spoil this mystery while conjuring up a quick pre gym breakfast. Once settled, I waltz out of the room without even a glance back, feeling his gaze linger on me as I turn the corner.

The impact is simple, yet always effective. Now he is left to wonder whether I was a quick slip away from exposing myself to him. Another mystery left to his imagination.

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With my workout now behind me, it's time to return to the task at hand. I stare at my naked body in the mirror after my quick shower, contemplating just barraging him with naked pics instead of this slow build up. It's certainly worked before, but today it's time for something new. Fortunately, I refrain and wrap my towel tightly around me before heading back downstairs.

His eyes dart up as I round the bottom of the stairs into the wide open main floor. It's clear he's on a call from the earbuds in use, but the sight of the just-too-undersized towel entombing me causes his eyes to linger away from the screen. I know that look, a combination of longing and frustration. He's proven time and time again there is no sight he enjoys more than my naked body, and so far today I'm keeping that view just out of reach.

Since his desk is tucked into the corner, the computer camera can only see him and the wall behind him, allowing me free range of the floor. This is a perk I plan to exploit relentlessly today.

His gaze suddenly shifts back to the computer, my spell on him broken.

“Uhhh…yeah sorry…I can send that along.”

I chuckle as a glaring annoyance grows in his expression. This is almost too easy.

With his focus back into work, I sashay around the room, tidying up in my towel. I catch his glances but he overall does an impressive job keeping his focus on work, so I decide it's time to move on, though not before stoking the fire one last time.

With my back to him, I untie the front of the towel, leaving my front side exposed but still out of his view. I fidget with the towel, pretending I need to adjust it, and then tie it back up.

This time when I walk up the stairs, I allow myself a quick glance down, catching him ogling me. The craving is already painfully obvious, and I've only just started.

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Since this is my day off, I figured it would be a good time to catch up on some housework in need of attention. Fortunately, it's all things I can use to my advantage, starting with laundry. What better excuse to wear skimpy clothes than not having anything else to wear?

With that in mind, I return to the first floor, this time with only a loose, cutoff tee and the smallest of booty shorts. He knows these shorts well, a holdover from my much younger days. He's admitted to them being a favorite of his a few times, and it's usually not long after putting them on before he rips them off. They are basically underwear, considering the bottom of my ass practically hanging out as the tight cloth barely provides any coverage between my thighs. Sometimes the best lingerie are the things you least expect.

This phase is a two part tease. The obvious allure of the skimpy clothing is the main event, but it also includes a well positioned basket of laundry, which I am currently placing on the chair right next to his desk. On top of that laundry pile are a few pairs of worn panties, meticulously arranged as close to him as possible.

Admittedly, the worn panties are kind of a hail mary on my end. While he has never conceded to a panty fetish, I have my suspicions. And now, they are positioned right next to him, a taunting sexual reminder right within arms reach. If there is even the smallest inkling of desire toward them, they will be impossible to ignore. As I turn and walk away, his eyes linger on the basket, longer than any casual glance warrants. A swell of warmth fills me as I return to my “tidying up.”

Most of my time is spent bending over, taunting my ass and even giving him a little side boob every now and again. Every time I snap back up, I sneak a peak and catch his stare. It certainly doesn't seem like he is getting much done today.

After a while of this, I decide to give him a nice up and close view. With a glass of water I walk over to him and lean over to place the water on his desk, letting the loose tee dangle away from my chest. His eyes move there instantly, staring down into the opening right at my bare chest. It's funny how something he has seen a thousand times still had the power to render him hypnotized.

“Enjoying the view?”

He rolls his eyes as I withdraw, my hand brushing along his chest as I do. The teasing has done its job so far, but now it's time to drop the subtle part. I move toward the coffee table again, grab the leftover wine glass I purposefully left there last night, and execute the next phase.

“Oh fuck!” I shout, slightly embellishing my fake annoyance.

He looks up and sees the cause of the commotion. While grabbing the glass, I “accidentally” spilled some wine on my shorts. Part of me feels bad potentially staining the magical shorts, but today they serve a higher purpose.

“You okay?”

“Just spilled on myself. Figures, I don't really have anything else to wear.”

With his eyes glued on me, I slip my fingers under the band of the shorts and shimmy them down.

I bend over to pick them up and finally reveal the view I've been teasing all morning, including a new, unexpected twist. Between my cheeks, the gem of the plug nestled inside of my ass accents the unobstructed view of my pussy.

“Oh my god…”

He gives a sarcastic laugh after his initial reaction fades.

“Really? I know what you're doing.”

“Doing? What am I doing?” My response is dripping with a playful, mocking tone as I walk toward him. The jig is up now.

“Teasing me.” He meets my eyes. “Bring a brat.”

“Teasing? Brat? Me? Never!”

I pull his chair back and plop myself down on his lap. Underneath the thin layer of sweats separating us I feel it. Despite every effort to ignore me, he is already hard. I shift myself over to his thigh and look down at the evidence now obvious through the fabric.

“If I was teasing you, I would do this.”

My hand glides along the growing bulge protruding through the sweats. He groans softly as I stroke up and down. To my left I see new messages and emails popping up, drawing his attention for a split second before coming back to me. I move my hand up and slide under-

Ding

A chime from the computer breaks the scene. We both look down to see a video call incoming. He quickly tosses me off his lap and returns to the screen.

“I told you, I have too much to do!”

“Whatever you say.” I stand and walk away, leering back at his full erection as he tries to compose himself. “I guess I'll dig up something else to wear for now if this is too distracting…”

I pull off my top and toss my clothes by the basement doorway before heading back upstairs.

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“Fuck you are so mean.” His tone is undeniably more frustrated, which is understandable, but also includes a hint of despair and jealousy. He wants me, he wants me badly.

We are past any pretense of subtlety now. Instead I've gone for the kill. White stockings cling to a lacy belt around my waist, with matching arm sleeves. That's it. Everything else is out working its magic, including the plug still clenched in my ass.

“Just because you're lame doesn't mean I can't have some fun today.”

I bend over and flash my whole underside again, pretending to clean up items on the bottom shelf of the TV stand.

“You're going to pay for this.”

“Seems like you are too busy today to make me pay for this.”

He grunts in frustration at my quip back, barely able to pry his eyes away from me now. Time to twist the knife.

“Are you sure you're not enjoying this? You seem a little distracted.”

“I really need to focus.”

“Maybe I can put on a show for you. A little something to brighten up the work day.”

I walk over to the chair that formerly held the laundry basket, and position it facing him. The faint sound of a whimper escapes him as I sit, spread my legs open, and begin to touch myself.

“Fucking hell. I'm really gonna make you pay. You have no idea.”

“Pay for what? I thought you like watching me touch myself. You always want me to do this.”

I pry open my lips and start to circle around every fold, letting his unwavering gaze see every little bit of me.

“Mmmm, I do love your eyes on me..maybe I'll sit here all day doing this.”

I slide a couple fingers in effortlessly, the sound of my wetness permeating the still room. I know he loves that sound on its own, but I also throw a few moans in for emphasis.

“Oh god…” I continue in between exaggerated moans, “If only there was a cock around to fill me. I guess I have some toys upstairs…”

“No! Don't!”

There it is. The breaking point.

“What's that now?”

“I…just wait for me okay?”

Without breaking eye contact I slink down off the chair onto my knees, and crawl to him.

“Are you sure you can't spare some time? Just a little…”

“I…I can-”

He turns toward me as I reach him, the internal struggle inside him now completely one sided.

“I'll make it worth your while. I'll be a good little slut for you…”

I pull the band of the sweats down and release him. He flings out so aggressively it almost smacks me before settling. The sight of him hard unleashes the pent-up horniness that I've been repressing, and for a moment I struggle not to take him right there. After some corralling of my desires, I return to my teasing demeanor and glide my hand up his legs. With the softest touch possible, I wrap my fingers around him and stroke up and down at a painful, glacial pace.

“Oh my God. This…is…so fucking unfair.”

Underneath me he squirms, as if his whole body is rebelling against his resolve. I bite my lip, make eye contact with him once again, and slowly and tediously move my head closer.

“Just say the word and I'll do it. I'm all yours.”

My face is so close now. A flick of the tongue would be all I need to touch his tip. I can't deny I want it. In fact I want more. I want him to pull me down on him so hard I gag and then face fuck me to tears. A dry spell will make a girl a little randy but for now, a little teasing blowjob will suffice.

“Yes. I want it.”

Ding

The chime calendar alert from his computer pops up just as I open my mouth, indicating it's almost time for the meeting. A video call, and from the expression on his face, it must be an important one as well.

“Ugh fuck! I need to be on this. Just go away for a little bit and then we can resume this, okay?

“Aw that's not very nice.”

I put on my best pouty face and stand to my feet, channeling my playful bratty tone once again. He pulls the sweats back up as I begin to back away.

“You got me all riled up and now are going to ignore me again.”

I reach the stairs and climb up without looking away from him.

“Guess I'll have to take care of myself.”

As he disappears from sight I begin to worry my plan to coax him upstairs has failed. By the time I get to the room, I've come to terms that I may in fact be taking care of myself.

Then I hear the footsteps, quick and angry up the stairs. My heart rate spikes as he gets closer, like a storm approaching. I hop onto the bed and position myself against the backboard, legs spread open. A moment later the door flings open and I see him, dick still hard and a fiery glare staring back at me.

A rush of excitement courses through my chest. I did it. I drove him crazy enough to blow off work and take me.

“I thought you had a call?” I contain myself enough to continue my teasing.

“I do, but there's something I need to take care of first.”

Instead of jumping onto the bed, he briskly walks over the nightstand and pulls out the chains and cuffs tucked away in the drawer.

That rush of excitement vanishes in an instant.

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There's always a risk when you poke the bear. The plan in my head was to tease him to the point of fucking the brattiness right out of me. But you know what they say, the best laid plans…

Instead of being railed by my crazed man, I am now restrained at every limb, spread out taut on the bed with no wiggle room to be found. He didn't stop there either, as my new predicament also features a ball gag and a remote controlled rabbit vibrator secured inside me.

Yeah…it's definitely not what I imagined.

It's better than I imagined.

He now stands at the end of the bed, eyes locked onto my spread eagle pose, pleased at my state. The smile on his face is not frenzied and feral, as I had hoped, but instead it's more devious and calculated, which doesn't bode well for me.

“There. Maybe now I can work in peace.”

He walks around the bed and leans over to cusp my cheek.

“If you are going to be a brat then I'll give you what a brat deserves.”

A shiver cascades through me as he pulls out his phone, opening the app for the vibe.

“Now, sit tight. I have quite a few calls to get through.”

I whine out but it only comes out as incoherent babble through the gag. He flashes a mischievous smile in reply and an instant later the vibrator comes to life. My limbs strain against the restraints but there is no relief.

Across the room he pulls the spare desk away from the wall and sets himself up with a view while keeping me off camera again. I hear the chime of the call as he puts the ear buds back in, his whole demeanor changing in an instant.

“Hey everyone! Sorry for being late. Had to deal with something quickly. Anyway…”

His voice is calm and professional, leaving no hint to the dominant sadist he was seconds ago. I groan in an attempt to draw his attention but his only response is the vibrator ramping up. I arch my back and cry out as the vibrator reverberates off the plug still deep inside me, leaving no nerve untouched.

Before any release, it calms down again. The realization of what's in store for me suddenly becomes clear.

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I don't know how long it's been at this point, though it feels like hours.

My brain is a useless mush. A mixture of drool and tears coat my face and the pillow around me. Every muscle is already spent from clenching against the restraints. My thighs and the sheets below me are soaked. Every slight twitch near either toy sends a shock through me like lightning. That confident, bratty seductress from earlier is gone, replaced by this quivering mess completely at his mercy.

Despite not looking toward me, he is expertly keeping my release at bay. Even when I manage to suppress my moans, he still cuts down the vibrator at just the right moment. It's a relentless edging unlike anything I've experienced, a cycle I know will end in misery but yet I can't help letting hope take me every time.

It starts the same, a low rumble like now, just above being off.

Then suddenly higher and higher and higher until he holds it at the top, sparking a fire in every inch of my body.

The feeling comes rocketing back. The edge I’ve seen countless times but just can't seem to get over.

So close, please I'm so close! Just a little-

Off.

Then back to a low rumble.

I scream out but the muffled noise doesn't draw any attention. Across from me he continues to chat away with a coworker, his finger still touching the phone, ready to begin another cycle. He's always threatened a day like this, edging me into oblivion while ignoring me. I wanted it so badly, I've even cum to fantasies of this exact scenario many times. I knew my bratty ways would get us here some day.

Now I've gotten what I wanted, and I would give anything for it to end.

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“Okay, sounds good. Have a good night everyone.”

The vibrator cuts out as I hear him close the laptop. I force my head up as much as I can, watching him stand and approach the bed. Like a predator circling his prey, he moves slowly around the bed, lightly dragging his finger along my sweaty covered body with a coy, devilish grin. When finally reaches my head, he reaches down and removes the drool soaked gag from my mouth. The moment he does, I eke out one last plea with all of the voice I can muster.

“Please…please…I'm so…I'm so close…”

Even I can hear it, the broken desperation of someone pushed to the limit. I struggle to even finish my thought but the message is clear. He sits down on the bed next to me and just looks me over, seemingly contemplating what to do next.

“Are you done being a brat? Had enough?”

I nod furiously as he chuckles.

“I have to admit. You pulled out all the stops, right from the beginning.”

He reaches down and slides the soaked vibrator out me, eliciting a gasp as the thick head of the device stretches me on its way out.

“All the walking around half naked, the constant flashing, touching yourself shamelessly…”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls something out.

“Even trying to lure me in with this.”

A pair of my panties dangle in the air before being tossed down on the bed next to me. I tremble at the sight of them and watch as he stands back up and walks toward the end of the bed, shedding his various clothing in the process. By the time he is between my legs, his briefs are already gone, allowing his rock hard cock to finally be free.

“You truly are desperate, but I get it. It's been a while. You do deserve a good fucking.”

Before climbing on, he unclips the bottom chains, allowing my legs some reprieve. I instinctively raise my knees to pull my legs in, enjoying the little bit of freedom being offered. He shifts into the bed slowly, taking his time to inch closer in between my shaky legs before hovering just outside my opening, the tip of his cock just brushing across my drenched folds. I whine out and attempt to shift down, but can't get to him.

“I seem to remember you pleading for a ‘cock to fill you’ earlier. I hope this will do.”

He slides in and for an instant it feels so overwhelming that my body doesn't even know how to process it.

But after that, it just feels fucking incredible.

I arch my back and he pulls me in tighter, slamming deep inside me with the raw, animalistic energy I've been waiting for. My head flings back as I pull down against the restraints with everything I have left. Every stroke in and out of his dick is amplified in my sensitive state, pushing down on the plug and up on my clit. It won't be long now.

His hands suddenly release my hips and my ass falls back into the bed. By the time I look up, he already has the vibrator in his hands. With a simple click it turns on, and he buries it onto my clit as he pounds away once again.

The sensation is almost instant, bringing me back to that edge I know so well.

This time he doesn't stop.

Between the plug, his cock, and the vibe I am besieged at every erotic angle, all blending together in beautiful harmony. My moans have degraded into a single high pitched wail as coherent thoughts fail me. Like a volcano on the brink, I feel the fiery pressure reach from my core to every finger and toe.

Then, I erupt.

I've never had an orgasm after a relentless session of edging before. I've read stories and posts of women trying to explain it, and their descriptions always seem so emphatic and dramatized.

I can now confirm they weren't embellishing. My usual finishes feel like waves, cascading tingly, euphoric sensations throughout me like electricity. This…this is more akin to an explosion knocking my very soul into another dimension.

The last moment of control I have over myself is spent screaming out. Then, it's just a cacophony of sensations too overwhelming to fully comprehend, while my body convulses like a seizure.

All I can do is just let the consequences of my actions play out.

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The Next Morning

He's already hard at work as I descend the stairs, droning on about some deadline they are in danger of missing. His focus is so intense that he doesn't even notice me until I am only a couple feet away.

Why would he? I know what he expects. He expects his spent lover to lay around in bed, recovering from yesterday's experience. Instead he sees me, completely naked, holding an assortment of sex toys in a bag. Without a word, I grab the chair next to his desk, sit down, and plop the bag of toys on the table.

A shocked look of disbelief appears first, but then fades into a subtle grin. It shouldn't surprise him at this point, he knows who I am.

I'm just a brat, ready for another round of consequences.

June Contest - Image 15

Sequel to “Marooned, but Not Alone” from last month’s contest, but works as a standalone. All you need to know is that John, a former sailor, is marooned in a strange new world and ends up knocking up a salacious red haired elf girl who helped heal him before abandoning him in the forest.

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“We don't need anyone else!” Jabari glances back at the girl before returning his frustrated scowl toward me. “Especially a level one rogue begging on the street!”

“What's the harm? You said yourself the three of us are doomed alone.” I peek back toward the girl, who winks and smiles at me, a sign covering her bare chest that reads “Looking for group. Lv 1 Rogue.” Obvious cuts and bruises pepper her body, signifying things haven't been going so well for her either. “She looks battle tested at least!”

“Really? Is that why you want her to join? She's battle tested?” Aleena’s raspy giggle follows her sarcastic taunt. “Why don't we ask her to lower that sign and see how long it takes for you to be at full attention down there."

I roll my eyes at her, but can't deny the truth. I haven't felt this taken by a girl since I stared up into that tree and saw a red haired elf-girl, naked and laughing at me.

“Welcome to Dionysia. You're going to love it here.”

Those were the last words she said before disappearing. Part of me wanted to believe her, that this was a glorious new world waiting for me, a utopia hidden away.

Oh how naive I was.

That was a few months ago and since then I've been stranded in that overgrown forest surrounding the coast, hunted by recluse monkey men, stabbed by a swamp witch, healed by a group of fairies, captured by a renegade elf group, and then sentenced to death. I only narrowly avoided this sentence after being freed by the elf leader’s sister, along with two other prisoners, in return for a favor.

Needless to say, I'm not loving it here.

“Look, she probably doesn’t want to join this suicide mission anyway. We need to get moving!” Jabari looks toward Aleena for support. “Right?”

Aleena glances back at the girl and then looks at me.

“Can't hurt to ask right?” I say, shrugging my shoulders at the same time, trying to play it cool.

“Ugh!” Aleena cries out. “Fine.” She turns to the girl. “What's your name?”

“Tabitha!” The girl shrieks back, a little too excited to Aleena’s liking. She pauses for a second, rethinking her decision to invite the bubbly rogue along, but then continues.

“Okay…Tabitha…here is the situation. The three of us are prisoners but have been granted temporary release. We can earn our freedom if we infiltrate the remote human colony on Castellum Island and find…”

Aleena continues on, explaining our unfortunate predicament and the quest before us, but I instead start to drift off, my focus locked onto her tiny black thong and what lay underneath.

The fact that this basically naked girl is so captivating is strange in itself. After all, there is no shortage of nudity all around me. In this world you are only allowed as many pieces of clothing as your level, which is essentially a number used to define your class standings. Only through payments to the high council can you improve your standing, and the cost gets exponentially bigger each level.

Level ones are only allowed one piece of clothing, and most choose a pair of underwear. Jabari and I, both level ones, did exactly that. My elf-girl lover from my first day here, however, chose a sheer, long shirt instead, one that did very little concealing. Given what she was after, I'm guessing the revealing nature was intentional. Aleena, a level 2 and our de facto leader, is allowed underwear and a shirt.

This system was created long ago by ancient overlords as a way to both easily identify someone's class level and to humiliate the lower classes. However, the unintended result of common nudity was that it became so desensitized, the humiliation factor was nullified. That is, unless you come from a different world with vastly different views on such matters, and are now the only one always attempting to hide his constant erections.

“John!”

Speaking of erections…

Aleena’s shout breaks my fantasizing, and I quickly discover I am indeed once again poking out. Jabari and Aleena, both humans but born here, roll their eyes and shake their frustrated heads. Tabitha, however, stares at the straining underwear with an unexpected intense focus. Most here either laugh or ignore my inevitable displays of arousal, but she seems infatuated by it. Her unwavering gaze starts to fuel my desires even further, triggering my mind to conjure up a new fantasy. I imagine her walking toward me and dropping to her knees, eager to satisfy my abrupt new yearning, her mouth opening as her face moves-

Suddenly, she finally breaks free and looks up to meet my eyes with a timid smirk, disrupting the story in my head.

“I'm in.”

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The Serpent Woods (Two Days Later)

Despite the horrors of this place, the stunning landscapes still leave me in awe at every turn. Every region is a work of art in its own way and the serpent woods are no different, at least on the surface. It's underneath where things get tricky.

The name given to this land has nothing to do with snakes themselves, but the series of tunnels that twist and turn under the surface. They were created a long time ago, by an unknown people who used to dwell in this forest. Apparently, these tunnels are extremely dangerous, littered with traps, and impossible to navigate. The trap doors are still scattered everywhere and few ever manage to find their way out once down there. Naturally, it's paramount that one stays focused and alert in these woods.

Unfortunately for me, I find myself walking behind Tabitha, which has quite the negative impact on my focus. For two days we've been meandering through this forest, and rarely have I been able to pry my gaze away from our newest group member. I find myself constantly glued to her basically completely exposed ass and that damn small thong. The tiny piece of cloth has tormented me relentlessly, concealing the tiniest area but leaving what's underneath to my imagination, which continues to run wild with fantasies.

Yesterday, when I went to “collect firewood,” I took the opportunity to try and quench this relentless desire. I don't think I've ever been desperately horny enough to stroke myself in a forest before, but something about this girl has me insatiable. Even now I'm picturing myself pulling that thong down and finally revealing the pussy underneath. What I would give to run my fingers through her slick folds and slide inside her-

“John! Pay attention!”

A smack on my head follows Aleena’s scolding. I foolishly let myself drift off again, so obviously that Aleena could tell from behind.

My cheeks burn as I make eye contact with Tabitha, who turns to face me. A small smirk forms on her face as her gaze shifts down towards my growing bulge.

“You too Tabitha?”

Aleena groans from behind me as Tabitha quickly realizes her guilt and turns away, briskly moving forward away from us.

“This place is dangerous enough without you two-”

An arrow rips through the air and strikes Aleena in the shoulder. She cries out in pain as more arrows start raining down. The four of us disperse, taking the first cover we can find.

“Monkey men!” Jabari shouts as their eerie chant starts falling down from the tree tops. Judging by the sounds, we are severely outnumbered.

“We need to flee!” I scream back as I see the fuzzy shapes jumping from tree to tree. “There's too many!”

Out of the corner of my eye I see Jabari help Aleena up and they begin to dash behind the cover of the trees. In a panic I look for Tabitha and find her cowering by a fallen log. After a deep breath, I pop up from my spot and run toward her.

“Run!”

I grab her by the arm and pull her up. She shrieks as an arrow whizzes by her head but follows, sprinting just behind me. We weave through trees and leap over fallen obstacles back in the direction we came from, but stay off the main trail. The barrage of arrows dwindles the further we get and for a moment I think we might make it.

Then, just when things start to get quiet, I see something out of place on the forest floor. By the time I process what it really is, it's too late. We hit the hidden trap door and the ground gives way, plunging the two of us into the dark tunnels below.

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“Have we been here before? This rock looks familiar.” Tabitha holds her torch down and examines the large boulder but it doesn't have the scratch mark we've been using to make sure we aren't going in circles.

“Hmmm, guess not,” she concedes before pressing on, skipping further down the cave.

Despite us being lost in this God forsaken labyrinth, and the numerous ancient traps we've already dealt with, Tabitha seems unaffected. She remains peppy and aloof, like this is just a game. I, on the other hand, have pretty much accepted that we are going to die down here, and am not handling it well.

“How are you still so happy? This is a nightmare!” My frustration finally gets the best of me.

“Well, mainly because I'm still alive. I’ve almost died more times than I can count, so why wouldn't I be thankful for every extra breath I've had?”

I roll my eyes and scoff.

“If we don't take this seriously, we are dead! Can we be real and not ignore the severity of the situation?”

I instantly feel bad for my outburst, letting the despair get the best of me. Before I get a chance to apologize, she stops and turns back, an annoyed glare replacing her natural happy-go-lucky demeanor.

“Okay, you want to get real then? Why do you stare at me?”

“What?”

“I catch you staring all the time! Is there something wrong with me?”

“No! Not at all! I just…I…I don't know.”

Her eyes remain burrowing into me, waiting for the truth.

“Look…I just…find you…” My mind fails to come up with adequate phrasing. “Well, don't you see what happens to me every time I see you!”

I point down toward my crotch and mimic a motion meant to represent the erections I can't control. She suddenly softens, like this was never an answer she could have conceived.

“You're saying all that staring is because you…want me? Why me? Aleena is the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen and you never look at her like that.”

I do get her point. Where I come from, Tabitha would be one of the most attractive people around. Everyone here though, both men and women, are built like gods and goddesses. I'm sure growing up around that would make it hard for anyone to feel special, despite how incredibly beautiful she actually is.

“Well…I think you're gorgeous. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since the moment we met.”

There is still disbelief from her, like I am trying to pull a trick.

“So, last night, in the woods, were you thinking of me?”

“Last night? What do you-” My eyes go wide as I realize what she is referring to. “Wait, you saw me!?”

She blushes and looks away.

“A little. I couldn't tell at first what you were doing, but it became obvious as I got closer. You are really easy to sneak up on.”

I groan and slink away from her as we continue on through the cave.

“Ugh, well I hope you enjoyed the show! And what is probably the most embarrassing moment of my life!”

“No, not at all!” She interjects, speaking quickly in an attempt to ward off my humiliation. “Honestly it was the hottest thing I've ever seen, and it's all I've been thinking about since. I've never had a visual like that to go to when touch-”

She stops mid sentence with a horrified look on her face, realizing what she just admitted. I pause as well, feeling the vibe shift around us. A thought pops into my mind after her confession, something I hadn’t considered before.

“Wait, so what were you doing out in the woods?”

She sheepishly looks away and struggles to come up with an answer, which provides all the answer I need.

“You were going to do the same thing as me weren't you!? I remember that stare from the first day we met. You gawked at my….you know…like it was the first time you've ever seen one!”

She blushes and lowers her head.

“I…don't know what happened. It's rare to see one so…engorged…randomly like that. I can't get it out of my mind. Something came over me, I've never felt so…”

Her words trail off again.

“What?” I ask, desperate for her to continue.

She looks back up to me, eyes soft and timid.

“...so ravenous. Like I can't control myself.”

My heart starts racing.

“Same with me,” is all I manage to eke out in response, so light the words barely seem to form.

The moment hangs over us both, the implication of our confessions sink in.

“So…what were you thinking about?” She asks after a few seconds of silence. “Last night in the woods? I've never had someone fantasizing about me before, at least that I know of.”

She glances back and forth between the ground and me with a bashful nervousness. Something inside me takes hold, a realization that my fantasies could actually come true. I need to make my move, right now.

“I…was picturing you.”

I slowly move toward her as she looks up.

“You were naked, on your back, legs open. That taunting thong finally gone.”

I stop in front of her, only an inch away.

“I came as I pictured myself sliding into you.”

My hands land on her hips as she trembles below me, a soft whimper escaping at that last line. Neither of us can wait any longer. At the same moment, we pull each other in and lock lips like our lives depend on it. In this long abandoned cave, with only the flicker of dim torch light, we finally surrender to each other.

It starts humble and cautious, a kiss meant to test the waters, but the desires we've been suppressing take control as the uncertainty fades away. Our lips contort as our tongues begin to dance, both of us dropping our torches as we pull each other in. My hands begin to wander, one up her side toward her beast and the other below. The movements are reciprocated from her side, as hands which started around my shoulder begin to drift down my chest. We scurry back toward the wall, our lips never parting as our hands move closer to their targets, one of mine beginning to cup her breast while hers start to pry under my briefs.

I push her up against the dirt wall, eager to finally explore every inch of the woman I've been craving. My body practically buzzes as the despair of our situation melts away.

Then, the unthinkable happens. As her backside presses back against the wall, the thought to be solid ground around us gives way. Instead of finally exploring under that black thong, we tumble through into a new abyss.

---

Neither of us move as we stare at the breathtaking space, both completely awestruck at the new environment. The cavern around us is massive, containing a glassy underground lake and a black sand beach, which we currently stand on. Above us, covering the entire domed roof, are large crystals, all glowing in a soft turquoise light. The jagged edges of the crystals, each forming a unique snowflake-like design, reflect on the still lake like a mirror, making the space seem double its actual size.

In all my years and countless adventures, I don't think I've ever seen something as beautiful as this.

We finally break our hypnosis and glance toward each other, both of us still at a loss for words. She then turns her attention down toward the shore of the lake and walks forward.

“Wait-” I blurt out, my words echoing across the lake, but she proceeds on, stopping just shy of the water. She stares at it for a few seconds, contemplating her next move, and then steps in.

The moment her foot hits the water, streaks of glowing light, the same color as the ceiling, illuminate out along the crest of the ripples growing away from her. I jump back startled as the circles of light fade out a few feet away. However, the area right around her foot remains glowing that same hue. She steps in with her other foot and the same reaction occurs.

“What is this? Have you seen this before?” Everything about this seems like a dangerous trap but she seems unfazed.

“I’ve heard fables about this. I always thought it was a fairytale. This is the mystic water.”

She jumps up and down, splashing the water as the glow erupts around here, radiating out with each wave.

“Supposidly, the mystic waters come from deep below, from the very heart of this world. It's said that bathing in the mystic water washes away all one's misgivings and provides an ancient natural blessing.”

With a big giddy smile on her face, she turns back to me and begins to shed her various bags and arm wraps.

“What are you doing?”

“We are covered in what I hope is only mud and dirt, haven't bathed in many days, and are in the presence of mystic water. What do you think I'm doing?”

She tosses the last bag down, leaving only the thong clinging to her body. Her hands slide under the garment’s band, but then she hesitates. As I watch, begging internally for her to drop the last piece, she looks up at me.

“You really get that turned on by me?”

The genuine sincerity of that question baffles me. How can she not know?

“Take those off and I'll prove it.”

She smiles and then finally slides that damn black thong off.

Between the glow from above and the reflection below, I see it all, everything I have been imagining for days. My dick swells instantly, pressing against the fabric of my briefs, as if trying to reach out to her.

She giggles at the sight and tosses her thong away before wading further into the water.

“Well?” She asks as the water swallows her legs. “I could use some help. Bring some soap, let's both get blessed.”

My brain, which was rendered completely useless at the sight of her naked, finally composes itself to seize the opportunity. I pull down my only piece of clothing, letting myself spring free, and head toward her. After a quick detour to grab soap from her bag, I reach the edge of the calm body of water. With a deep breath, I step in.

The turquoise glow radiates out as expected, though the water feels no different than regular, albeit warmer than I expected. I splash a few times, letting the glow engulf me, and then make my way to her. She watches my approach attentively, staring at my hard cock with the same intensity as she did that first day. By the time I reach her, she's already biting her lip.

Every part of me wants to dive right in and pick up where we left off, but before I can she turns her back to me, holding her hair away from her bare backside. Though disappointed, a jolt of excitement at the thought of finally feeling her up revives me.

“Make sure you're thorough,” she teases as I soap up my hands and then caress them over her body.

The water droplets remaining on her skin mix with the soap and glow all the more brighter, almost as if it's her skin illuminating us. As I finish her back she begins to turn, her front side now facing me. My hands stop but remain on her skin, fighting the urge to continue on to her breasts.

The delay doesn't last long though, as she quickly guides my hand closer while pleading out “don't stop” in a soft, wistful tone. I happily oblige, but start elsewhere along her front side, soaping up every inch of her glowing skin before finally making my move toward her breasts. Once there I cusp her left one first, massaging gently and savoring my teasing. When I move to the right, I let myself go a little further. With a light touch I begin to circle her nipple, alternating between massaging and delicate pinches. Her eyes close as I dwell there, reveling in the soft moans now escaping her like a cat purring.

The moment is so perfect that it takes me a second to notice the change around us. All along her body and around her legs is now glowing in an orange hue, pulsing brighter and darker. I release her body, startled by the sudden change, and the water immediately fades back to turquoise.

“Why’d you stop!” she whines out, opening her eyes to see me staring down in confusion.

“The water…it turned orange.”

She looks down, and then back up at me in suspicion.

“Are you sure?” Her doubt is as plain as day.

“I swear I saw it.”

She glances back at the water for a few seconds and then without warning plunges down under. A few seconds pass before she emerges, completely awash with the turquoise glow.

“What was that for?”

“I needed to rinse off so I figured I would test the water. No orange color I guess. Doesn't matter anyway, I don't want to wait any longer.”

She looks down at the throbbing cock aching for touch.

“It's your turn."

I hand her the soap with an unrestrained eagerness and watch as she suds it up. When she begins, it becomes clear she is following the same plan of attack as me. She starts up top and slowly works her way down. The approach is painfully slow but eventually she gets there, my breath halting as she hovers right above it. Luckily, she doesn't seem to want to drag out my tease, and immediately reaches out to grasp me.

My whole body trembles at the contact I've been pining for finally occurs. She strokes as the soap bubbles around my cock, both our eyes down watching her movement. I focus on her touch, on the pressure of her soft grip while her hand slides back and forth. The rest of my body becomes irrelevant, leaving only the sensation that matters. My eyes close as a familiar buildup starts from deep inside me.

“Mmmmmm,” is all I can articulate as I fall deeper and deeper into it.

“Woah!”

I snap out of my trance and see it again, the orange glow, spreading out around my legs. And, once again, it returns to turquoise a second later.

“It's reacting to us!” Tabitha gleefully exclaims. Before I can respond she begins to stroke me again, my knees almost giving way as I am instantly brought back to where I was left off. Below me the water changes, orange forming around my ankles and in the droplets on my body.

She releases me again, testing her theory, and I unconsciously whine out from the edging I'm being subjected to.

“You’re really cruel, do you know that?”

Tabitha doesn't resume her stroking but instead looks at me with a look I've never seen from her before. It's similar to the look she has every time she's seen me get…”excited” but with a slight change, seemingly more wild and manic.

“Let's light this place up,” is all she says before falling back into the water and positioning herself in the shallow waters. Any concerns I had vanish instantly and all that's left is her, Tabitha, naked and legs open, beckoning for me.

I slowly drop to my knees, and position myself in between those welcoming legs, my cock hovering right outside her lips. Before I make my move, I lock eyes with her, soaking in that feral desire consuming her while letting some of my own bleed through.

“This is exactly how I pictured you, quivering under me. Only this time I can see that perfect pussy finally on display.”

I reach down and guide myself into her before she can respond.

The water instantly turns orange and sparks out like a firework as she gasps. Beneath the surface the warmth of her pussy replaces the tepid water, a different kind of wetness sheathing me now.

“You feel incredible. Fuck, way better than I imagined,” is all I manage to croak out as I slide all the way in.

She gives a little smirk and clamps her legs around me, holding me deep inside her. With nowhere else to go, I begin to grind into her further, pushing up and in. All around us the glow trembles along with her, revealing the pleasure occurring under the surface.

“Oh fuck I've wanted you inside me so badly.” Her voice is already struggling to form. “I knew there was something special about that dick!”

The orange morphs into various yellows and reds as the water gets warmer. Waves slosh over her with every thrust, bathing her in an almost elegant illumination, like a goddess come to life. My pace unintentionally quickens, driving her ass harder and harder into the sand. She reaches out and grabs my hair to force our eyes to meet.

“Keep going. Fuck me like you did that elf-girl. Ohhhhhh fuck…I want to cum on that cock!”

I don’t have the time or desire to dig into how she heard about the elf-girl. What throws me off more is hearing the normally bashful Tabitha talk like that. I can see it now more clearly, that look in her eyes becoming more animalistic by the second. The same raw hunger is growing inside me.

“Is this dangerous?” I blurt out, suddenly concerned about the influence over us.

“I don't care. Don't fucking stop! I want to feel you fill me!”

The water pulses out further, mimicking our descent into pure depravity. The circles of alternating yellow and orange grow larger with each emphatic moan echoing through the cavern.

She claws at my back, nails digging in as she pulls her entire body as close to me as she can. The ceiling above looks like it's on fire, illuminating every crevice of the cavern. A similar fire roars inside of me now, and this time I give into it.

I grab her arms and pin them down above her head as I continue to grind. She tenses around me, clearly getting close as uncontrollable shaking accompanies the high-pitched gibberish now streaming out of her. I stare down, the fiery intensity inside me now in control.

“Cum for me Tabitha. Cum on this cock you've been craving.”

Red jets of light roar out from us like lightning as she arches her back and screams. The red streaks strike the wall and continue through the crystals in the ceiling, criss-crossing above us as she convulses around my cock. The light around and above us pulses through a whole litany of different colors in an erratic explosion, but my focus stays locked on the woman cumming underneath me.

As I watch it play out, my own ache finally reaches its peak. I blow into her as a rush of euphoria courses through me, unlike anything I've ever felt. Another round of the red lighting explodes out from us as every nerve in my body activates at once. It's a feeling I've never experienced, not even months ago when I first got here. The mystic water may be influencing more than we think, but I couldn't care less. I let the sensation play out as the medley of colors consumes the world around me.

---

We stay interlocked in the water, our panting the only sound echoing back and forth. I reach out and cusp her cheek as the world around us starts to dim. The red and yellow glow surrounding us begins to retreat, but doesn't return to the turquoise. Instead, a soft violet settles around us, the two doomed lovers still recovering from an experience most could only dream of.

I slide out of her and fall into the water, laying on my back as well. Under the surface, the touch of her hand on mine reconnects us, and I grasp her tightly. Nothing is said as we breathe heavily and stare off into an unexpected view.

Above us the crystals glow violet, in a similar brightness as when we first got here, but with one other important change. Weaving through all the crystals are red, pulsing veins, the remnants of our finishes lingering. At first I just stare at them, tracing the tangles of red streaks, until something clicks in my head.

“Wait,” I begin as the thought fully forms. “Don’t those look like-”

“Serpents!” Tabitha interjects before a spell of relieved laughter. I can't help but laugh along at the absurdity as well.

There, above us in the ceiling, is a map of the tunnels of the serpent forest, complete with a small glowing “x” for our current position. I guess I can add “orgasm induced magical maps” to the list of insanity that is this world, but I'm not complaining.

Maybe we aren't doomed after all.

June Contest - Image 17

This story takes place at the same time as my “The Art of Riding” story from last month. It works as a standalone, but references the other story a few times. It's not necessary to know the other story, but here is a TL,DR just in case.

Harper decides to embrace her exhibition kink after a breakup, and agrees to fill in for her friend Lexi as part of a sex demonstration for a group of middle aged women. However, while riding her performance partner, she gets carried away and ends up ignoring instructions as her exhibitionism kink takes control. Things spiral from there as the demonstration turns into a display of Harper’s many orgasms. At the end, one woman in the crowd, the hostess Veronica, offers Harper a chance to stay a bit longer and wait for her husband to get home.

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“He’s got you working late again?”

The sudden voice breaks my deep concentration on the screen in front of me. I glance up and see Jason, a younger exec only a few years older than me, standing over my desk with his work bag and jacket slung over his shoulder.

“Yeah, it's okay,” I reply, acting as casually as possible. “This is what I signed up for!”

I see the smirk form as he lingers, hoping to draw out the conversation. His desire for me has been obvious for a while now. I'm sure the love story is playing out in his head already, the cute assistant and the rising star hot-shot. That's always the way it goes on TV, why not real life?

He's cute, and a decent guy from what I can tell, but unfortunately for him the feeling is not mutual. If only he knew the real me, then he would understand. None of them do though, none except my boss.

“Well, if you do get out any time soon, a few of us are meeting at Shaw’s Bar down the block. You should come!”

“Thanks for the invite, but I don't see myself leaving anytime soon. You guys enjoy though!”

He deflates a bit and makes his way toward the exit. After a quick wave, he disappears beyond the clear glass entrance doors. With him gone only one other obstacle remains, Kevin. The senior account manager is always the thorn in my side, typically working late along with my boss.

I glance over at the closed door just behind me. Through the solid wood I can hear the muffled yelling sounds every few seconds. Guess the call isn't going very well.

Good.

I like it when he gets like this.

A tingly feeling spreads through me, the anticipation of what's to come growing by the second. Just one more person and the moment I've been waiting for all day finally arrives.

My attention returns across the office. Still no change from Kevin. He remains oblivious to my presence, lost in whatever bullshit sell he's trying to make. My frustration continues to compound, I'm tired of waiting.

I dip my hands under the desk and slowly bunch up my skimpy black skirt. I may not be able to go into that office behind me yet, but I can at least warm up a bit.

My fingers find the lacy band of the panties now exposed on the chair and begin to dance around the edges, tracing what's underneath. Moisture soaks through almost instantly, lightly coating my fingers in the process. A little surprise for later.

I press deeper into the folds still concealed, working my way up and around. My mind drifts back to previous nights behind that closed door. The same thoughts that consumed me earlier in the bathroom. Without even realizing it my finger slips under, finding that sweet spot right at the top and then-

“See ya later!”

Kevin's voice jolts me back, followed by a rush of concern that I've been caught in the act. Thankfully, he doesn't even look up as he waltzes right out the door, eyes glued to his phone. The quick shot of adrenaline fades as I regroup and stand, flattening my skirt back down before heading to the front doors.

With a satisfying click, the doors lock.

The moment is finally here.

It's just us.

---

I open the door and walk into the spacious top floor office. On the left are two couches facing each other and a chair in between, all surrounding a small coffee table complete with a scotch decanter and a few glasses. On the right is the massive desk with an oversized red chair behind it. In that chair, holding a cigar with one hand and the phone with another, is my boss, the CEO of the behemoth company based in this building.

His face lifts up and meets mine, relaxing from the enraged scowl moments ago. He is certainly an intimidating man, large with grey hair circling his aged face. Yet in the time I have known him I've discovered another side. A softer, gentler soul lurks behind his hard exterior, one only a precious few have seen. I'm lucky enough to be one of these few.

His attention suddenly snaps back to the ongoing phone conversation.

“No, that is not going to work! We need this wrapped up before the end of the quarter, no exceptions!”

I chuckle and meander over to the large floor to ceiling windows as he continues to berate whichever unlucky soul is on the other side. It is a truly impressive office but it's these windows I've enjoyed the most. Standing up here, above it all, watching the dots of people dart between the skyscrapers like ants. I've spent most of my life as one of those ants, but in these brief moments, I am amongst the clouds.

Yet it's all so fragile. I've never been one to shy away from exposure, that much is well known, but the things that occur in this office could bring my life crumbling down around me. The windows are always open, and I am left exposed. Just the way I like it.

“Okay then. You understand what needs to be done? Good. Call me tomorrow with an update. Thanks.”

The phone drops onto the desk before being followed by a drag on the cigar. I turn, and see his eyes locked onto me, glancing up and down.

It's time.

“All done?”

He nods and takes another drag.

“For now, there are more important matters to attend to.” He ashes the cigar and turns the chair toward me.

I smile down and move closer to the large man.

“Glad to know I'm at the top of your list.”

He looks up at me, fierce grey eyes holding steady. It's the same glare that has made countless others crumble and bend to his will. A look that has toupled empires.

A look that makes my knees grow weaker by the second.

“Come here Alexis.”

No lover has ever used my full name like that. Hearing it, especially in that gravely, strong voice, does something to me. I'm no longer Lexi, that girl in her twenties picking up immature boys at clubs for lackluster romps.

With him I’m Alexis, the vixen of the top floor.

“Yes sir.”

I flash a crooked grin and move toward him until our bodies are mere inches away. Up close I can see the hunger, permeating through the stoic facade he keeps up at all times. He's ready as well.

It starts with his hand, the one not still clutching a cigar, gliding along the fishnet stockings clinging to my legs. He then finds his way under the skirt, disappearing from sight with only his touch betraying his movements. I close my useless eyes and focus on just that, his touch.

I feel his rough, callous fingers slide under the band of my panties, causing the breath in my lungs to hold as I wait for the inevitable. With a smooth, patient motion, he drags them from their position, and brings them to rest around my ankles. His hand then works its way back up, along the back of my thighs before cupping my left cheek, his touch somehow delicate and warm despite the rough hands.

“Lift your skirt Alexis. I can't wait any longer to taste you.”

The words cascade over me like a blanket of fire. It takes a second to smother the ravenous urges that roar through me at the demand. Instead of ripping all my clothes off and mounting him right there, I restrain and lift the skirt up just high enough.

“I’ve been picturing this all day,” he growls, eyes locked in.

He then leans forward, hand still firm on my cheek, and drags his tongue along the front of my pussy.

I try to hold the moan, but it barrels out of my lips anyway. Truthfully, I don't know who has been craving this more, him or me. The torturously slow stroke ends right along my clit, the tip of his tongue dwelling as a shiver takes me.

Satisfied, he leans back and flashes those grey eyes up toward me, my formerly calm face now flushed.

“Seems you've been picturing it too.” He glances down toward my ankles.

“Maybe,” I tease back. “You tell me.”

I step out of the underwear now puddled by my feet and hand them directly over. He grasps them and brings them close to his face, twiddling them in his hand. A smirk grows on his face as the state of the garment becomes clear.

“Tsk tsk. Someone's been distracted at work it seems.”

He opens a drawer and takes out the pair from earlier, the original pair of panties I wore to work. I spent 20 minutes in the bathroom this morning soaking that pair, picturing what was to come tonight. When delivering his lunch, I tossed them in as an added treat. Then back at my desk, I slipped on the spare I had brought and proceeded to cancel his lunch call, as requested.

“Two in one day huh?” He continues as he drops both pairs on the desk in front of him. “What's the occasion?”

“Just showing what you do to me, leaving me out there alone at that desk, left to my thoughts.”

I turn and saunter my way over to the couch area.

“...but those are the only ones I have. So there is nothing to conceal me now…”

I bend over and pour myself a small glass of scotch, my underside now on full display for him. The draft of the cold office air brushes across the wetness still coating me.

“...so I think we need to do something about that…”

I stand back up with my glass, and then sit back onto the couch, legs open, facing him.

“...or you're going to need a good cleaner for this couch.”

The allure of my open legs draws him to me like a moth to the flame, eyes never looking away the entire walk over. Once in front of me, he tosses the suit jacket onto the couch, and then rolls up his sleeves and loosens the tie around his neck. He knows what that look does to me, the rugged, grizzled man about to go to town on me.

He reaches down to take the glass from my hand, enjoys a sip, and then hands it back as he falls down to his knees. He then grasps my legs and tugs me closer, his warm breath now replacing the cold office air. I can't help but whimper as I watch his head lower down.

---

I remember how I felt that first time, so nervous, standing there naked, watching his eyes scan over me. My longing for him grew quickly, but I never thought I would actually act on it. Yet there I was, unable to deny my urges, ignoring the screaming concerns. I was sure I made a bad decision.

Looking back now, however, I think I made the best decision of my life. There are so many things I’ve grown to truly appreciate. The way his muscular, large frame tosses me around with ease, making me feel feather-light among these clouds. That craving look on his face when I hand him those damp panties, like I just unleashed the hidden feral side of him. The way his grey beard tingles along my lips as that broad tongue doesn't miss a spot.

God he's so good at it.

He treats me like the scotch in my hands, meant to be sipped and enjoyed, not downed in minutes. A delicacy truly appreciated for all its subtle notes and intricacies. He is a man that has learned patience can yield the best results but still ensures the job gets done, one way or another.

Which is how he works me now, slowly and patiently, a master at his craft.

As I approach the edge, the tingling gives way to a fire, coursing through my veins. When the first orgasm hits, my thighs clench down around him and I scream out into the empty office. My body convulses as it rips through me, but he holds me down tightly, preventing me from squirming away, completely at his mercy. The waves finally recede, leaving me a trembling heap on the couch, but his head remains down.

He's made me a quivering mess with that tongue more times than I can remember, and it always goes the same way after my first finish. It's never a question of if the next finish is coming, but how many more he’ll give me until he feels satisfied.

His tongue continues to brush along my swollen lips, warming me up for the next round.

---

He stands back up, resuming his towering position above me as my legs remain open beneath him, trembling uncontrollably. My chest heaves back and forth as I desperately attempt to settle my racing heart, still recovering from whatever number orgasm that was. I look up to see his normally combed beard now unkempt and covered with me, but he makes no attempt to wipe himself off. Instead, he reaches for his belt and unbuckles it.

“To the other couch, facing the window. I know how much you like to be seen.” He pulls me up, my shaky legs barely holding me, and lifts my chin with his left hand until our eyes meet. “So let's show you to the world.”

My legs give way slightly and I fall into his arms, almost dropping the scotch still clasped in my hand. He catches and then lifts me effortlessly, once again making me feel as light as a feather. When he reaches the other couch, he deposits me down gently, as if I am made of thin glass. This is the part of him few get to see, the gentle lover no one expects.

I set the glass back onto the table as he kneels down and cups my cheek. I smile and nod, recognizing his check in. My body feels spent, but I'm not done yet. He leans in and kisses my forehead before giving his next demand.

“No more clothing. I want to see all of your beauty. Every inch.”

---

In front of me are the windows, only a foot or two away. The sun has just disappeared below the horizon, leaving only an orange glow holding off the night sky, the world mostly a dark silhouette. Only the lights in rooms of neighboring buildings offer any illuminated details, letting me see inside them.

And, possibly, letting others see me.

I position myself with my knees on the cushions and my arms on the backrest, leaving me mostly exposed above the couch. Behind me I hear the sound of his pants falling to the floor, and then being kicked away. I can't see him so instead I picture it from memory, that cock I've taken so many times, ready to claim me once more. I can feel the presence of it, so close that every second of delay is excruciating.

His hands clasp around my hips, and then a moment later I feel it. The first sensation is a spark from my besieged pussy, but it fades away as he gradually slides into me. My hands clench down onto the leather couch, almost tearing it as his hip meets my ass. He holds it there, letting me feel all of him for a moment, and then begins.

In and out, slow and controlled, every nerve ending inside me firing out. These aren't the rushed thrusts I've been accustomed to most of my life. He's enjoying it, savoring each stroke. While my eyes are lost into the world beyond us, his eyes rarely look away from me. I can see him in the reflection, relishing in his own version of a perfect view.

It's a pure, sincere form of a desire, and seeing it drives me all the more crazy.

The continuous stream of moans and babbled sentiments that has escaped me this whole time begins to grow louder and more unhinged. He recognizes this for what it is and leans in to stoke the fire.

“Touch yourself Alexis. Give me one more.”

My left hand stays clenched on the leather while my right moves unsteadily to my clit. Lightening spreads through me from my first contact, while his cock starts to pound faster from behind. The different stimulations join in a beautiful harmony. It's a feeling that quickly overwhelms and pushes me past the point of no return.

I scream out one last time, giving him one more, this time for the world to see.

---

It's dark outside now, the dots of people replaced with the lights of cars and bikes. He left a few minutes ago so there's no reason for me to stay, but there's just something about these windows I find hard to pry myself away from. It wasn't too long ago I was screaming into them as I was being ravaged from behind. Part of me wants to shed my clothes again and keep the performance going, wondering if someone would see.

Hoping someone would see.

I manage to talk myself away from that desire though and instead head to the office door, shutting off the lights as I leave.

It's been hours since I've been back in the main office area. The first thing I notice is my phone on the desk, triggering the rest of my life to come flooding back all at once. There was another event occurring this night, one I was supposed to be a part of if not for this late work night.

I rush forward and snatch up the phone, eager to see how my replacement’s night went. A litany of messages are waiting for me the moment the phone comes to life. I see the beginnings of texts from both Debra and Riley, but I swipe those away.

Then I see her name. Harper.

A nervous anxiety fills me as I begin to scroll through the pages of texts from my recently single roommate. Tonight was an opportunity to change everything for her, but it could easily backfire.

By the time I finish her summary of the night, my nervousness is long gone. It went better than I could have possibly imagined. I scribble out a quick response and send it off as I begin to pack up.

Just as I finish packing, my phone dings once again, this time with a photo. The photo is of Harper, in what looks like a fancy, well designed bathroom, naked and face covered in cum. One short text follows the picture:

“Best night of my life!!!”

It's happened. It's finally happened. That horny slut she's been repressing finally broke out.

I've been waiting years for this moment. There's been so much she's missed on, despite the obvious longing inside her. The gears in my mind crank into overdrive. How do I capitalize on this? How do I help her get everything she's ever wanted?

I look toward the office, thinking about my night in there. Then I picture Harper, getting fucked silly in front of all those women, and then capping it off with some alone time with Veronica and her husband.

As I picture all this, an idea begins to form in my head.

A wonderful, and devious, idea.

---

Harper and Lexi will return next month for the July contest!

June Contest - Image 12

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They say revenge is a dish best served cold. As I look down at her squirming form beneath me, the culmination of a plan executed to perfection, I feel inclined to validate that assertion.

At the same time, I would also say this revenge is quite hot, though for vastly different reasons. All these years later and she still has that voluptuous body that tormented me for four years. There's some jealousy in that discovery, secretly I'd wished she let herself go. Unlike those four years though, she's no longer the hottest one in the room. Based on the glances from her, and her husband behind me, I think it's safe to say I'm having the impact I'd hoped for. Nothing like a tight, black corset and fishnet stockings to compliment my vanity.

I lean forward, resting my left knee in between her tied open legs. The thought of lifting that green skirt out of the way intrigues me, but there will be time for that later. Instead I focus on the cleavage she's purposely left spilling out, her own signature version of a siren song. One that has captured veers from so many men over the years, and probably a few women as well.

A tremble reverberates through her as I reach forward and tug down at the last buttons struggling to keep those breasts concealed.

“Don’t be so nervous sweetie, this is what you wanted right? My brave little cuckqueen.”

I reach out and cup her cheek as my ominous words land, the last act of kindness and virtue before we get into the real reason they are here. She nods, eyes never deviating from mine.

My left hand continues to work down, her blouse popping open as the buttons come undone, revealing the front-clasp bra underneath. With a quick and deft swipe of my fingers, the bra flings open, giving me a full view.

I chuckle as I take in the sight.

“They really are nice.” I turn to the man behind me, quietly watching on the bed without a peep. “I'm sure you've enjoyed them, haven't you?”

He nods nervously before I turn back to her. As I look down on the trembling, exposed woman, those sadistic desires I've been suppressing up to this point begin to breach the surface. I give into them and reach down for a quick pinch to her left nipple. She attempts to yelp out, but it only comes out as muffled squeals.

“You said you enjoy pain play. Is that really true?” My hand drifts to her other nipple, which sways up and down faster as her breathing quickens. She nods again, and I oblige.

After another satisfying sequel I lean back, catching myself before I get carried away. I knew this one would feel different. I've been domming both couples and individuals for years now, but there's never been any personal connection. This is not just the fulfillment of a kink playing out, but something deeper.

This is a sadistic vendetta I’ve been avoiding for years, one dating back to my teenage years.

Those days were rough for me, trapped in a volatile “ugly duckling” phase. Friends and lovers were in short supply, and I was an easy target for some of the more popular girls in the school. The worst tormentor of all, the queen bee of the bitches, was the one now tied up in front of me.

In the years after school I became a completely different person, both physically and mentally. I buried the various memories of that meek, timid girl and found myself becoming the opposite, a confident and dominant woman. After enough time went by, I even forgot about her.

But then I saw her appear on that app, and my new world seemed to come to a halt.

“Sub couple looking for domme.”

That was the top line of their bio.

It was like the stars all aligned, like fate had offered led me to this point. The woman who vilified me all those years ago was looking for a domme, a subject in which I am very proficient. I wasted no time reaching out, and before I knew it we were meeting up.

Of course she didn't recognize me, I look nothing like that gawky tomboy that defined my late teens. I would have been more surprised if she did. Fortunately, they never ventured any deeper questions beyond my experience and history in the kink world. I wouldn't have lied, but they just didn't care. They knew they wanted to ditch their vanilla ways, but needed a veteran of that world to help them along.

I, however, asked many questions, wanting to know every detail of their history. They only recently embraced their desires and this would be their first foray into this world. This threw a vexing twist into my plan, making the whole thing feel like someone experienced taking advantage of unsuspecting novices. However, as the conversation continued on, something became very clear.

She craves this. She wants to be humiliated and degraded as she watches someone use her husband. This whole thing was driven by her, and she immediately saw the value I could provide.

By the end of the conversation, I was practically shaking with glee.

In the days that followed I thought nonstop about all of this. Is it really revenge if you are giving the person exactly what they are asking for? Should I just avoid the triggers of my past and stay focused on my new life? How will she react when she finally realizes who I am?

Despite these concerns, I just couldn't let this venture pass by. Now here we are, isolated in their apartment bedroom, her tied up and him waiting for instructions. I’ve had some teasing fun so far, but it's time to pull back the veil.

I reach down, and slide my hand up her thighs. Muffled moans sneak through as I get closer and closer.

“You don't remember me, do you?”

She whimpers as my fingers reach her, and begin to glide along the outside of the soaked panties.

“That dorky girl you teased back in Freemont High.”

Her eyes grow wide as the connection is finally made. Before the realization lingers too long, I slide two fingers inside, her body tensing around me as she gasps.

“Now you are at the mercy of that dorky girl. You asked her to humiliate and degrade you while fucking your husband.”

I lean in, fingers still massaging her insides, and whisper into her ear.

“So I'm going to go onto the bed and use your husband as much as I want. And maybe, when I'm done, I'll let him finish. But you…you won't get to cum. You get to watch and squirm. When this is all over, you'll be free to touch yourself as much as you want, but I know you'll only be able to picture this. Your arousal is painfully obvious. For years to come, you'll be picturing me.”

I let my last taunt sink in, her eyes wide as she shakes and releases the softest of whimpers through the cloth.

“Understood?”

She stares blankly for a few seconds, drool starting to drip down the gag. Part of our arrangement included a fail safe, three loud groans or a shake "no" would be all it takes to get her out of this. It could all end right now.

Instead, she nods yes.

My fingers slide out, dragging along her lips on the way. I then hold the two glistening fingers up between us, and without breaking my gaze, I lick them clean.

No words are needed to convey the veracity of her docile state now. The look in her eyes is enough. She's all mine and it's time to have some fun with it.

“Now then,” with a twist I turn back to the man on the bed, an obvious erection beginning to poke through his pants. “Your turn. Stand and strip. Let me see what I'm working with.”

With clumsy urgency he gets to his feet and quickly tosses off each layer. He's a tall man, a good foot above me, and in any other scenario he might be intimidating. Yet right now my power over him feels effortless. The nervousness emitting from him is practically visible.

The last piece of clothing, red and blue boxers, fall to the floor, leaving him completely exposed to me. The cock that was restrained now springs free at attention, just begging for my touch.

I stare down at the impressive display of his virility, a small tinge of jealousy actually peeking through at the sight. It doesn't last long though, because right now, this is all mine. My vindictive domme persona returns, and I continue on.

“Are you going to be a good boy and do whatever I say?”

He timidly affirms as I stride toward him, scanning up and down. Once close enough, I reach out and grasp the rock hard cock, pulling him closer to me in the process. He shudders at the touch, struggling to keep his breathing in control.

“Tell me, who is this for?”

“You mistress.”

“Call me Vanessa.” I want her to hear my name, preferably moaned by her husband.

“Yes Vanessa.”

“Good. So it's not for her?”

“No Vanessa.”

“That's what I like to hear. You're off to a good start.” I look up at him and begin to stroke the dick clasped in my hands. “Now let's see if that tongue lives up to expectations. To your knees.”

I release him as he slinks down to the floor, his face now almost level with my stomach. I reach behind me, and begin to untie the corset as both my playthings stare spellbound. When the last lace is loosened, the one piece corset falls to the floor, leaving me with only the fishnet stockings.

His gaze immediately shifts to my now exposed pussy, as if struck by a hypnotism. I look toward her, and let a taunting giggle escape.

“Is he this entranced by you?”

Before I can tack on any other teases, I hear a shaky plea from below.

“Please Vanessa, let me taste you.”

That one hits my ears like sweet music. I don't even look down, but instead watch her eyes drop down to him, the man who just begged to taste another woman in front of her.

Just like that, I'm ready to go.

With a sudden grasp on his hair I pull him in between my thighs and fall back onto the bed. He wastes no time from there, his tongue landing and eagerly exploring. His movements are erratic at first, but then he settles in, finding a rhythm that starts hitting all the right places.

“Oh god, that feels amazing.” I arch my back and pull him in tighter, letting myself bathe in my own pleasure for a minute.

“You're a lucky girl.”

I hear the strain of the ropes on the chair but merely laugh, too focused on the well versed tongue hard at work below me. He shifts up, centering around my clit now, as if sensing something building in me. I clamp down harder on his hair and tighten my thighs around him, validating his efforts.

“Ohhhh fuck. Right there. Be a good boy and make your mistress cum!”

I twist my head toward her as I reach the verge of no return.

“I want you to see this. See what you man does to me while you get nothing!”

The release crashes over me as I convulse on the bed, putting on a show for my one-person audience.

---

After it fades I remain laid back, panting up and letting the afterglow vibrations course through me, until I feel his face withdraw from between my legs. The movement snaps me back and I snatch his hair once more.

“You're done when I say you're done.”

He dives back in without protest, and a second orgasm hits moments later. Then a third, and forth. With each one he varies up his approach, while still remaining vigilant to my cues. I vocalize every finish with exuberance, often while looking directly at her, making sure she witnesses every bit of pleasure her man is providing.

He continues on undeterred but my sensitivity begins to vacillate my desire to pursue more. I reach down, and pull his hair once again to tug him out from between my legs. His face glistens back up, covered in me. I laugh and then turn him and myself to face her.

“What do you think? He looks pretty good like this. Maybe I should keep him down here all night!”

She meekly nods back.

Satisfied, I stand and pull him back to his feet with me, but issue my next command before he even steadies himself.

“On your back.”

He obeys instantly, falling onto his back, cock shooting upright, vulnerable and ready. I crouch over and glide myself down onto him, moaning out loudly to the ceiling as he fills me. For this one, I will be as vocal as I've ever been. She's gonna hear me cum on him.

“How do I feel?”

“Amazing Vanessa.”

“Louder. So she can hear you.”

“You feel amazing Vanessa!”

Without even a courtesy glance toward her, I begin.

It starts slowly, grinding back and forth with exaggerated vigor. I shift my gaze and forth between the both of them, peppering taunts toward her and praises toward him. As my speed starts to increase, so does the viciousness of the venom being spat out. Inside something starts to grow, and my body screams to chase it. I lock down on the man under me and give into it.

My insults vanish into incoherent babbling. This is my victory moment, proudly on display for my victim to see. I manage to shout his name out as every inch of him inside me becomes all the more potent.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see her writhe against the restraints. I look over and watch as she vigorously attempts to grind down onto the chair. To my surprise she's not trying to get out, she's trying to stimulate herself. A pitiful display of unhinged, animalistic desires taking control.

The sight sends me over the top so unexpectedly fast I almost collapse. I scream out and cum without any need for dramatizing it up. This one actually shakes me to my core.

---

When the waves finally recede, I take a moment to collect myself. Every twitch of the cock buried deep inside still sparks vibrations in my limbs but I am once again vigilant to my surroundings.

I look down at him, eyes wide beneath me, and smile.

“I could get used to this.”

My view shifts up to her.

“Maybe I'll make him mine permanently.”

She whimpers, more feeble this time, as if she's accepted it's all in vain. Part of me wants to keep going, but I see the struggle in him. He's close and I have a particular vision of how I want this to end.

“You’re about to burst, aren't you?”

He nods back up to me, the veins in his neck still tight.

“That's okay. You've done well.”

I vault myself off him onto the bed.

“Let's make this a finale worth remembering.”

My attention turns back to the bound woman sweating through her clothes across from us. I hop off the bed and walk toward her, enjoying her despair. Yet as I get closer I see it's not just despair, it's something else.

She's absolutely dripping arousal.

“You look a little hot and bothered,” I tease as I reach her. “Let me help.”

The belt goes first, tossed off to a random corner of the room. Then the skirt, which I manage to shimmy down around her knees despite the restraints. All that remains are the panties. For these, I draw it out. With a finger under each side of the band I slowly bring them toward me, enjoying the big reveal. Once the panties bunch up with the skirt, I take a step back and marvel at the view.

My hunch is right. Dripping arousal.

“Pathetic little slut. Soaking wet from watching another woman fuck your husband. I bet you would give anything for that same woman to touch you right now. To slide these fingers back in and give you the same release you just saw.”

This time, she nods her head up and down feverishly, a last vestige plea to allow her some pleasure. Her desperation fuels me to take it further, to give into the blinding desire for revenge compromising my control, but I manage to resist. My handle on the situation is slipping away. I think it's time to end this.

“Come here,” I instruct the man waiting patiently behind me. “I think it's time we let her in on the fun.”

I position him directly in front of her, and let my hands get to work.

“You've been a good boy, not cumming until told. Now it's time for your reward.”

“Thank you Vanessa!” His legs shake and struggle.

“Don’t you enjoy my touch more than her’s?”

“Yes!...yes Vanessa!” Every muscle starts to tense.

“Who's cock is this now?”

“It’s yours, Vanessa!” He begins to squirm in my grasp. I stroke faster.

“Good, you may cum for me now.”

I barely finish my command as he explodes, roping himself across her chest and down into her lap. She breathes heavily through the gag, pushed to the limits without any relief.

---

His pulsations eventually subside, leaving him spent and trembling next to me. I release him but keep my gaze down on her.

It's done. The villain from my past has been reduced to this.

I lean forward and once again whisper in her ear.

“Later, when you touch yourself to this, just know I'll be doing the same thing, this image of you forever burned on my brain. Tied, humiliated, sweaty, and cum covered, all by my doing.”

I pull back and meet her eyes.

“This is how I'll remember you now.”

---

I wasn't sure how I would feel when this was all over. Would I revel in some vengeance for my younger self, or regret letting the past consume me so much. Now that I'm here, I realize it's going to be a mixture of both.

I left shortly after delivering my final line. The plan was for me to vacate before untying her anyway, allowing them a private moment to reconnect after. Honestly I was happy to get out there.

I gave them exactly what they asked for, same as would have for anyone else, but unlike other times there is a lingering doubt about what just occurred. For once, I find myself wondering if I've crossed the line…

DING

I look down and see a text from her pop up. After a deep breath, I open it.

Vanessa.

I’ve wanted to say this for a while. I'm sorry. I was an insecure teenager who made others feel bad to try and mask my own insecurities. I can't imagine the damage I've done to you. I know I'll never be able to fix it, but I do have an olive branch offer to help atone for the past. Tonight was the hottest experience of my life and I want more. So my offer is me. If you want, I'm all yours. We both are. I will be your pathetic little plaything from this point forward, yours to do whatever you want with. Whatever vindictive desires you still hold, use them.

My mind races through the implications of this new offer before me. I think back to one of my earlier concerns, before I agreed to this in the first place. If my focus is revenge, how can I call it revenge if it's what the person wants? She clearly wants more, is it worth reliving past haunts?

But as I think about it more, a new, relevant quote comes to mind. One that provides a different way to view my situation, and makes my verdict an easy choice.

“The best revenge is living well.”

Having my former bully willingly submit to me? I would say that's living pretty well.

I accept your offer.

May Contest - Image Number 13

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I've been staring at this house for a few minutes now. The house itself is gorgeous, a sprawling mansion surrounded by well kept gardens and fields. The area beyond the house goes on for a while, even beyond the pool and tennis courts I can see in the distance. For me, all of this only conveys one thing.

These people are rich. Very rich.

It shouldn't surprise me, considering the amount I'm being paid for this “demonstration.” Still, the sight of this behemoth house makes my decision to do this feel all the more real. Unexpectedly, I find it hard to leave the car.

When I walk through those doors, the last chapter of my life will officially be over. The years with my ex, and our slow degradation into a dead bedroom, will be in the past. I'm embarking on a new path, one I've only ever fantasied about. It all starts tonight, in this house, where I will be helping a seminar host demonstrate her sex related lessons and tips for a group of women looking to improve in that area.

In other words, I'm having sex in front of a bunch of women.

For years my roommate Lexi has been a staple of these gigs. She's always been open about it, sometimes offering me a chance to fill in and earn a little much needed extra money. Even though something deep inside me longed for it, I was in a long term relationship, so I abstained. When my ex dumped me, this new door suddenly opened, along with a whole flood of desires I've long buried and ignored. After a month of post-breakup despair, Lexi offered again. This time, I said yes, allowing that ember deep inside me to spark into something more.

From that moment on this new awakening has consumed me, skyrocketing my libido like never before. I've never felt so much like an animal in heat, almost unable to focus on anything else. Most of these days have been spent locked away in my room, relentlessly besieging my poor pussy with whatever vibrator had a charge at the time, thinking about what will happen in this house I now stare at. While satisfying, each of these sessions only temporarily calmed this new fire inside me. It always came roaring back shortly after.

Even the way here was a chore. By the time I got to my car, my nice, lacy panties (specifically chosen for today) were soaked. About halfway into the journey, I pulled off and justified my decision to bring along a mini-wand toy. I was barely off the road, writhing and moaning in the driver's seat, easily discoverable by anyone just off the beaten path. The plan to purge backfired though, as the public display only made me more frenzied.

The soaked panties are now stuffed into my bag, along with the vibe, and I still feel like I may melt at the first touch. This is going to be interesting.

I glance down at the clock and realize I can't wait any longer. After a couple deep breaths, I finally leave the car.

---

“There you are! Hurry up, we're about to start!”

Debra, the middle aged woman responsible for all this, hurriedly waves me into the mansion. I follow her in and look around at the other middle-aged women scattered throughout the large room. Most are in small groups, chatting away while sipping on their wine. As I walk past each group, the conversation dies down and I can feel their curious glances. My body buzzes from the attention, and I haven't even taken off any clothes yet.

That fire smoldering inside begins to flare up.

In the middle of the living room are some chairs, all gathered surrounding a black ottoman and an easel with a few poster boards set up. This is where it will all go down. This is where my life changes.

“Harper, this is Riley. I believe you met?”

The tall man in front of me is indeed familiar. He's a regular during Lexi and I’s nights out. Lexi met him years ago on one of these gigs, and he's been a good friend since. Unlike most of the guys Lexi seems to gravitate too, he is a kind, caring person. Someone who would drop anything to help a friend. Maybe that's why they never dated officially.

I had some apprehension about him being my first post-breakup hookup, especially with his history with Lexi, but there is something comforting about his presence. Standing here now, I think he's the perfect choice.

“Hey!” He exclaims as he reaches around and gives me a hug. “I couldn't believe it when Lexi told me you were coming. You sure you're up for this? I don't want…I mean…I just hope it's not too soon after…”

He stutters through that last line. His concern is cute, but at this point I find these responses annoying. I'm tired of people feeling sorry or worried for me. I've moved on, and tonight will be the proof.

“Definitely ready!” I say as convincingly and steadfast as possible. “Let's hope you are as good as Lexi claims.”

I wink at him as both he and Debra chuckle.

“Alright then. Let's do it. Remember, if either of you are ever uncomfortable with what's going on, we stop. Okay?”

We both nod. Debra takes a deep breath and then plasters on an over-the-top, cheery smile before turning to the group.

“Okay ladies!” Debra calls out to the crowd. “Let's begin.”

---

It's been a few minutes since Debra began her introduction. The group of ten women are now seated in front of us, only a couple feet away. Riley and I sit next to the standing Debra, who is pointing out various bullet points on the poster board next to her. The title of her little seminar is written in bold, all capital lettering at the top of her board:

“The Art of Riding”

That's what she calls it. For most, she comes and gives a speech with some diagrams and maybe props. The women ask questions and she usually sells a few sex toys at the end. For others, those who are willing to pay a much, much steeper fee, she will actually organize a demonstration with real people. That's where Riley and I come in.

While I'm sure some of the women want to learn, I would bet most just want to watch two people fuck for their pleasure. They'll never admit it, but it's just live action porn, albeit a bit classier. There is a small part of me that has qualms about selling myself like this, but the money isn't the real reason I did this.

I want people to watch me. I want all of me to be seen. If I earn this month's rent payment in the process, that's just an added bonus.

Debra turns back to us, finally finished with her rehearsed speech, and gestures at us to stand.

“Okay you two. If you wouldn't mind removing your clothes.”

I watch as ten sets of eyes shift toward us, all eager for what comes next. A chill permeates through me, from deep in my core to the ends of my fingers.

Not a chill of fear, but one of excitement. I was wrong before, I don't just want to be seen, it's more of a deep, unyielding craving at this point.

Riley wastes no time, sliding down his pants and boxers like he's done many times in these scenarios before. By the time I get my shirt off, he's already naked from the waist down. The women gawk at the sight of his half erect cock now dangling free. To be fair, so do I.

It hits me all at once. How long it's been since I've seen one in person. How the last one I saw was my ex.

How warm and tingly I feel at the sight of it.

“Harper?”

Debra’s voice breaks my hypnosis. I glance up, seeing the smirk on her face, and realize how obviously I had been staring.

I quickly resume my stripping as all the eyes now focus on me. Riley chose to leave his shirt on, something Lexi warned me he might do, but I don't plan on holding back. They are going to get all of me. My bra goes first, falling to the floor in front of me. Then, I slip my finger under my sweats and drop them, revealing everything, plus the fact that I am not wearing underwear.

Various forms of intrigue and restrained excitement appear in the crowd across from me. There are even some soft murmurs, as well as one woman audibly saying “wow.” They each scan me up and down, trying to capture every detail of every exposed bit of me.

The rush hits me all at once. That fire I felt all week in anticipation of this day is nothing compared to what is growing inside me now.

Debra turns back to the crowd.

“Okay! Now the real fun can begin! Ladies, make sure to pay attention. We are going to start with basic hand teasing, or ‘handjobs’ as most call it.”

We sit back down on the giant ottoman behind us, which will serve as our “stage” for the rest of the night. Riley turns and lays flat, letting the audience get a view of him from the side. I position myself on the other side of him, kneeling around his midsection. Below me he begins to swell, pulsing larger every second until he finally points right up to me.

I reach out and run my hand along his inner thigh, slowly working my way up. When I reach his balls I cup them, lightly massaging as I feel his body tense. Satisfied, I move on, slowly wrapping around his shaft as I glide up, barely making contact. When I reach the top, I fully grasp him and begin to stroke, glancing toward the attentive voyeurs watching every move, completely captivated.

That fire inside is scalding now.

“Very good Harper. Did you all see how she teased him, slowly working her way up and barely touching him? Remember, a light touch will go a long way.”

I glance up at Riley, his eyes now wide and tremors echoing through him. I think he enjoyed that tease.

“Now once you start stroking like that, there will be some friction. If it's just a quick tease, you won't need anything. Otherwise you'll probably want some sort of lube or moisturizer. Another option some women choose is spit. Now this is-”

I spit right down onto his cock, disrupting Debra but never looking away from Riley. The softest of moans escapes him as I grip him again, continuing on.

“Uh okay…yeah just like that. Thank you Harper.”

I can’t see her face but I can hear the surprise in her voice. The bottle of lube is right on the ottoman next to us. I'm guessing no one ever opts for the spit.

The next few minutes are all handjob related. It starts with just varying speed and pressure, as directed by Debra. Then we go into teasing with my other hand while stroking and all the other erogenous zones that can be utilized. With each new tactic, Debra notes the reactions from Riley, showing what to look for when a man is stimulated.

I, however, can barely take my focus away from the shaft in my hand. With each stroke I watch him squirm under me, wishing I was on top instead. I'm glad this ottoman is black, I can feel the wet spot growing between my legs.

“Okay, next we will do a little session on oral. My demonstrators will reposition while I give a quick overview of the basics.”

As Debra continues I shift off the couch, glancing back at the slightly darker spot just to the left of Riley, and then fall down to my knees in front of him. Riley sits back up and positions himself on the edge of the ottoman, still letting the crowd see us from the side, with me in between his legs.

I stare forward as Debra finishes her intro, locking onto the spit coated cock in front of me. My body grows warmer as I resist the urge to take him, a sensation I've never felt this strongly. I remember the first few times with my ex. The excitement I felt even then was nothing like this. This is almost…primal. I'm actually salivating.

Without realizing it my hand drifts down between my thighs, to the area that has been desperate for contact since the moment my clothes came off. I begin to explore, just starting to tease before I catch myself.

Debra didn't seem to notice, but Riley sure did. A cocky smile follows as my cheeks begin to flush.

“Okay Harper, go for it.”

I give Riley a few more good strokes and then take him in. The room is so quiet that the sounds of my slurping and gagging are completely audible to all, motivating me to really dramatize it up. If not for Debra’s instructions, this could get out of hand fast.

The blowjob portion of the presentation follows a similar structure to the handjob part. I vary pressure and speed before introducing different teasing methods with my hands. Toward the end I actually demonstrate gagging and the methods to relax myself to get further down, which seems to draw a lot of interest, even in Riley. Despite the twitching and tensing, he somehow manages to hold off. I know that would ruin the demonstration, but I want nothing more than to feel him blow inside my mouth. Or maybe a nice facial, leaving me coated on my knees with plenty of witnesses. I'm sure they would enjoy that, the cum-covered slut on the floor.

The fire inside now blazes through me, heat radiating off my skin.

“Okay, enough on the oral stuff. It's time for the main event. We are here to teach you all how to feel confident and in control when on top. So Harper is going to position herself on Riley and we will go through everything live.”

Debra looks down to me, the dominant aura of my puppet master now more impactful by my placement on the floor next to her.

“Harper, the lube is right there on the ottoman.”

I glance over at the lube and then back up to Debra.

“I…don't need it.”

Debra smirks.

“Oh, well then, we love an…enthusiastic demonstrator!”

The women all giggle but then go silent as they watch us get into position. Riley slips on a condom while I climb onto the ottoman. Once ready, I angle myself and straddle the man who towered above me minutes ago. As I slide down he presses into me, passing through my slick lips and stretching me until our bodies finally meet.

“Ohhhh fuck.” I eke out unconsciously. A chorus of chuckles and other murmurs from the audience immediately follows as my embarrassment swells.

“That's good Harper! Remember, being vocal is important, for both men and women! So don't be afraid to encourage your men to let it out sometimes too.”

Riley mockingly moans, getting a laugh in response. The moan, even though it's fake, has a different effect on me.

“Okay! So now she's on top, fully down on him. In this position, she basically holds all the cards. So ladies, this is your moment to shine.”

For the first time in the whole presentation, Debra walks up to us. A devilish, little grin appears as she leans in and brushes my hair to the other side, letting the crowd see my face. She then whispers to me, now in a soft, sultry tone that almost sounds like a different person altogether.

“Go ahead, I know you can't wait any longer.”

I begin to shift my hips as she steps back. With her out of the way, the moment I've been picturing all week finally arrives. I am completely naked and grinding on a cock, all while being watched intently. I am the star of the show, on display with all eyes locked on my vulnerable moment.

“There are two main motions to choose from. You can bounce up and down, which may do more for him and less for you. Or you can grind back and forth, like Harper is, which should be more beneficial for you. This movement engages the clitoral network while still stimulating from the penis inside. Makes sense Harper would default to that, right?”

A few women chuckle again but it doesn't faze me. I’ve forgotten how good this felt, and this time I have a week's worth of anticipation and an audience. It's a whole new level, making it hard not to immediately chase this feeling.

“Okay Harper, bounce up and down for us please.”

I obey. I'm just a puppet after all. As Debra mentioned, the stimulation lessens.

“See Riley tense while Harper relaxed a bit? This up and down motion is just like the handjob and oral, designed to get the man off. But we want to make this an experience. We want both partners getting off, while spending more time connected. Harper, you can go back to the grinding.”

The sensation hits the instant I go back to what comes naturally. A flash of relief from Riley betrays that he may be getting closer than I thought.

“Let's talk about things we can do to enhance this position next.”

Debra steps closer, now standing over me.

“So first let's talk about position. You can see how Harper is slightly hunched over. Now if she arches her back more…”

I shift my shoulders and arch my back.

“See that.” Debra points to my hips. “As she arches, her hips shift forward. She just changed where the pressure points from the penis are. Now it's pushing more into the underside of the clit network, sometimes called the ‘g spot’. You can see the improvement on her face.”

I didn't realize how obvious I was, but the moment I shifted a pulse of tingles reverberated through me. It feels…incredible.

“Next let's talk about the benefits of leaning forward or backward. Now this is going to vary based on…”

Debra words wane into nothing as I focus on the sensations now pulsing through me more frequently. Every shift back and forth increases in impact. I don't think I can fight it anymore.

The fire inside explodes out.

“Ohhh myyy goddd,” I moan out, my self control slipping away by the second.

“Harper? Did you hear me?”

I don't even acknowledge Debra, I just stay glued on Riley. I can see a mixture of concern and confusion in his face, so I reach out and clasp his hands as I chase the growing sensation.

“Harper?”

I ignore her again and lean forward to drive him even deeper inside of me. Beads of sweat cascade down as my breath quickens.

My body takes over from there, chasing what it wants. I move faster, less controlled, and more unhinged with each movement. Debra says something again, but I've tuned her out at this point. I think of the women watching this, seeing my feral grinding as my body sweats and turns red. A horny slut unable to restrain her urges. It only drives me wilder.

I release Riley’s hands and use my left hand to steady my increasingly wild movement. My right hand, however, moves to my clit. My fingers begin to work, circling the tiny area still exposed above the cock balls-deep inside me. A high pitched “ohhhhh!” escapes me and holds as the new stimulation brings me to the edge.

“Look at her go!”

“Is she touching herself?”

“Is she about to…”

The various comments from the audience come through one after another. They seem to be enjoying watching me lose all control. I doubt they will ever forget this sight.

The fire is all consuming now, coursing through every limb.

I watch Riley in the fleeting seconds before the release inevitably hits. The surprise that has been plastered on his face this whole time remains initially, but fades into a big grin as he reads my body, realizing what's about to happen. He reaches out, cusping my breast, and nods.

“Ohh fuck!!!”

I scream out, completely unrestrained, as my body trembles.

“Oh my!” is all I hear Debra say before the world blurs.

The fire finally takes me.

---

My body won't stop twitching. It's been a few seconds since I composed myself after the full body orgasm that just ripped through every inch of me, but the twitching remains. Riley reaches up and cusps my cheek while mouthing the words “are you okay?”

I nod while still attempting to catch my breath. A noise from someone off to my side reminds me of the full scale of my reality. I twist my head and gaze into the crowd.

Every woman watching, including Debra, is staring at me. Debra has a look of both surprise and a bit of annoyance at the disrupted session. The rest of the women, however, seem enthralled, squirming in their seats and whispering to one another.

“Well…that happens sometimes,” Debra begins with a shaky voice. “I guess we can give them a little time to recover-”

“Do you always do that?”

The question is directed at me by a lady at the end of one of the rows.

"Do what?” My voice is raspy but I manage to get my response out.

“You know…touch yourself like that during…”

“Ummm not really. Something just came over me.”

“I wish something would come over me like that!” Another woman shouts as the others laugh. “I would kill for one of those.”

“One of what?”

“A finish like that! We want to see more!”

They all cheer in agreement as I glance toward Debra, who chuckles uncertainly.

“That was quite a show, but Harper is really only here as a model, so-”

“What do you want?” Another lady in the front asks, interrupting Debra.

“I….”

There's no denying the truth. One look into the crowd and the flames inside rejuvenate.

“I want more.”

Cheers and claps erupt as I turn back to Riley and grind away again.

---

The rest of the night was nothing like the beginning. Whatever show I put on for that first orgasm must have ignited the fire in the rest of them as well.

I came again shortly after starting, only this time with the audience directing me instead of Debra. They threw out some praising comments while telling me how fast and deep to go. It hit so quickly I almost fainted. I'm pretty sure I heard someone say the words “good girl” right after I screamed out.

Then they had me go into reverse cowgirl after. Debra attempted to jump back in there, but she had lost too much control. All the questions went to me, as they alternated between directing and trying to understand what was working.

They even let Riley join in on the fun after. We swapped to missionary and fucked until he finally finished. They figured out the pillow size needed under my ass to hit the perfect spot. With my legs held up as well, it would do the trick in seconds. Thanks to Riley's impressive stamina, I'm not entirely sure how many times I came. Collaboration is a wonderful thing!

Each finish just fueled me toward another. Having sex in front of others is one thing, but being directed by them hits on a whole other level. It appears I've unlocked a whole new side to this kink, and I already crave more.

After Riley came, the night finally hit a lull. Part of me wanted to post up and continue on solo, but I managed to reign myself in before I committed to that. We were well into the night at that point and I could tell they were all ready to deposit this erotic energy somewhere else. So instead, I now find myself saying goodbye to all the horny, wound up women racing out the door. Their significant others, or for some maybe their vibrators, are in for a big surprise.

“Well,” Debra begins as she walks toward the door, all her stuff already packed. “I don't know if I've ever seen a display like that, but I also don't think I've seen a crowd go that berserk. I'll take the win. Here's your cut.”

She hands me the check and walks away before I can say anything else. Riley follows soon after, leaving just me and the owner of the house, a gorgeous woman wearing a skimpy, one-strap maroon dress. I smile toward her as she stands nearby in the kitchen, pouring a new glass of wine.

“I'll be out of here in a second,” I call over as I begin to re-dress, my arms and legs still shaking like a baby fawn. She stares back at me for a moment before answering.

“You just put on quite a show.”

That's all she says as her gaze stays fixed on me. I remember those eyes from before. They never wavered.

“Thanks. I…uh..don't know what came over me.”

“I know what came over you. First time being watched and controlled like that?”

I blush and look away as I pull on the last of my clothes.

“Don't be ashamed. We've done a lot of these types of things, but it never goes like that. I bet that's the biggest thrill any of these women have had in a long time. Maybe you should have your own seminar. Call it ‘The Art of Cumming’ and I'm sure you will be popular.”

“After a night like this, I would consider it!” I joke back, slightly nervous in her intimidating presence. She smiles but remains serious.

“Either way.” She hands me a card with her number. “We would love to have you back sometime. Given how much you like to perform for a crowd, I can imagine you might be interested.”

I look at the card. It simply says “Veronica” followed by a number.

“Or…”

My heart stops.

“You can stay a bit longer and have some wine with me. My husband will be home in a little bit, and he is always one to appreciate a good show.”

She extends her hand, offering me the wine glass she poured. I stare at it for a second, heart now racing, and consider all the implications of her offer.

I then reach out and grab the glass.

The fire roars anew.

May Contest - Image Prompt 20

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“Hard to port!”

The helmsman’s words barely come through over the roar of the gigantic waves and the pounding of the rain. Chaos reigns around me as I cling to the bulwarks running along the deck, relentless deluges of seawater cascading over me. The ship’s wood groans and strains as the vessel gets tossed up and down over waves several times taller than the ship itself. Not a man on board has ever seen weather like this, and at this point, not a man on board expects to survive it.

For almost a year I've been going port to port across these dangerous seas, serving in the King’s navy. It seemed like a good idea at the time for a starving, dirt-poor guy barely surviving his twenties. But in the face of this storm, I would give anything to reverse that decision, or at least to experience one last joy of life. Maybe a home cooked meal with family or a drink with friends.

Maybe the touch of a woman.

God I might miss that the most. That intimacy of laying naked with a lover. That feeling when you first explore between her legs. That euphoric sensation when you reach the point of no return…

“Here it comes lads! This’ll do us for sure!”

I look up just in time to see it, an absolute monstrosity of a wave crashing down into the moonlight. Pure, unfiltered terror takes me as I watch the darkness approach. The starboard side of the ship splinters like it’s been hit with twenty canons at one. At the same time the railing behind me gives way and I fall backwards into the abyss.

For a brief moment I feel light as a feather, flying through the air toward the trough of the wave, watching my former ship explode in every direction.

Then there is only cold, wet, and dark.

---

The sound of birds is the first thing that comes through, light melodies working in harmony to create a comforting sound track.

Then I hear the waves, though nothing like the last waves I dealt with. These are soft and soothing, crashing inconsequentially in the distance.

The rest of my consciousness comes flooding back immediately after. I open my eyes but am met with a blinding light. I close them in shock and slowly peer back open as they adjust.

The scene is like something out of a fairytale. White sand beaches and a luscious green forest all bathed in sun under a cloudless sky. The birds I've been hearing dart from tree to tree, which sway in a persistent breeze. I've never seen anything like it in my life.

I attempt to pry my body off the warm sand, only to discover a full body ache unlike any I've ever experienced. Like a toddler attempting to stand for the first time, I shakily manage to get to my feet, every limb screaming in pain as the damage from the storm becomes apparent.

“Hehe.”

A soft laugh from above startles me almost to the point of falling down. I stumble back a painful few steps and prepare to defend myself as I look up.

“That was graceful!”

I stare up in complete and utter astonishment as a myriad of thoughts and emotions take me all at once. In the tree nearest me is a beautiful, red-haired girl around my age, or at least that's what it looks like at first glance. It takes me a second, but I eventually notice the pointy ears around each mismatched color eye. I've seen many strange people in my travels, but never anyone like this. There are plenty of tales of elves and other mythical creatures that could explain this but that's all fantasy, or at least I thought.

The reason it takes me a while to notice, and the reason I don't dwell too long on the ears, is her outfit. From what I can tell, she is only wearing a light, see-through covering which leaves her whole underside completely exposed to me. Quite frankly, I'm amazed I noticed the ears at all. It has been so frustratingly long since I’ve seen a naked woman. Every night I dream of it, clinging to the precious scrap of a memory from my only experience years ago. On the rare occasion I find myself alone, I drift back to this fading memory as I satisfy myself the only way I can. Actually seeing it in real life though…

She deftly scurries down the trunk of the tree, landing on her feet in front of me with ease. Now facing me head on, I get to enjoy a good view of her front, completely visible through the basically useless cloth. For a moment, I forget everything else. The pain, confusion, and trauma is all gone in an instant. Instead I just stare in awe like a brain dead goof, no coherent thoughts forming besides an influx of the horny desires long overdue for their moment.

“Wow. Have you never seen a naked girl before?”

She laughs again after the tease.

“I…”

My voice struggles to form and is immediately interrupted by a spastic coughing fit, which brings me down to my knees. So much for a good impression.

Her smirk fades as I get back to my feet and is replaced by a concerned expression.

“You've swallowed too much sea water.”

She glances at the bruises and cuts through the torn pieces of my clothing.

“And your body is beaten up badly.”

Her eyes drift lower but stop as her cocky smirk returns.

“At least we know that still works.”

I look down and notice the strain of my wet pants against the growing presence under them. Just the mere sight of her has set me off. My cheeks burn as a wave of embarrassment swells.

“I..sorry…it's just been a while since I've seen someone like this…and never anyone this beautiful-"

I catch myself as she giggles and smiles bigger. I need to focus, I'm in a strange land, with a strange creature. I might be in danger and need to keep my wits about me.

Still, there is something warm and comforting about her, making it hard not to drop my guard. She seems almost bubbly, accentuated by the giddy demeanor and teasing remarks, almost like she doesn't have a care in the world. If she feels any concern about my presence, she certainly isn't showing it.

“Come,” she commands as she turns and walks into the forest. “You need treatment.”

A small part of my mind screams out to ask more questions or protect myself. As I stare at her again though, catching a glimpse of her perfect, bare ass with every gust of wind, that voice of reason becomes easier and easier to ignore. Like I said, it's been a really long time.

Without any hesitation, I follow.

---

Her house, if that’s what this actually is, reminds me more of a makeshift fort a child would make. The whole structure fits tightly between four trees and is one big room. There are no windows, but instead giant gaps on each wall to allow sun and air flow. A small fire pit in the center remains smoldering, surrounded by a few rigged up pieces of furniture and what appears to be a bed.

I attempt to walk in, but she stops me before I get far.

“Strip.”

“What?”

“You’re not coming in here smelling like that. Strip off the clothes so I can dry them and then go bathe in the pond down the path.”

I hesitate, waiting for her to soften or say she's joking, but she just stares unwaveringly back. I glance around, looking for any private area, but there is none to be found in this open abode. Begrudgingly, I begin the process of removing the soaked clothing in front of her.

Throughout the whole process, she never looks away, triggering an increasingly vulnerable feeling with each removed piece. I shouldn’t feel like this, considering she is basically naked, but she is so comfortable and confident with her naked body that it gives off an intimidating aura. Despite me towering over her, I can't help but feel small and uneasy.

When the last piece comes off, her focus darts right to my half-hard dick, slightly pulsing bigger under her gaze. I watch puzzling as she studies it, waiting for some sort of reaction to gain insight into her mind. For a brief instance, a small, devious smile begins to appear, just out of the corner of her mouth. She seems to realize this though, and meets my eyes as she smothers it. Before I can say anything she turns and walks away, leaving me there exposed and all the more confused.

She reaches a chest in the corner and bends over, once again giving me a full view. This time I don't just stare blankly, but instead dive headfirst into fantasy. I imagine how good it would feel to slide my fingers right inside her pussy and then-

I feel myself growing again and try to stop the thoughts, but it's too late. She lifts back up, soap and towel in hand, and stops dead when she sees me now at full attention.

“Well then…”

She slowly moves toward me, eyes glued down at my crotch.

“...I guess it has been a while. You can't keep this thing down!”

I try to think of a clever response, but she continues on before anything comes to me.

“There is a pond a little further down the path.”

She hands me the items and turns back to her trunk while delivering one final demand.

“Make it quick.”

---

I find the pond as expected and spend most of my time there running through the situation in my head, trying to get a handle on everything. I should be asking questions. Who is she? What is she? Are there others? When I return I need to stay focused and not be completely rendered useless by her. My life may depend on it.

Once done, I wrap the towel around myself and head back, going through my questions over and over so I am prepared. When I reach the house, I take a deep breath and turn to go inside.

All my preparations vanish the instance I take in the view. On the bed across from me is her, now fully naked, laying on her back with her legs spread open and one finger lightly circling around the exposed folds on full display. I don't even think I could recall my own name right now, much less the questions I had prepared. All I can do is picture what it would be like to walk right in between those welcoming legs, and slide inside-

She lifts her head slightly, just enough to see me, and then sits up as she stops her teasing.

“About time! You take longer baths than me!”

There's not even a hint of shame after being caught touching herself. How is she so uninhibited?

“I….”

My useless brain stalls out, still playing back what I just saw on repeat.

“Come here. Sit and let me treat those wounds.”

She slides off the bed and down onto her knees next to the bed. An involuntary moan slips out of me at the sight of her there. Mortified, I fake a quick cough and shuffle over to the bed, using every bit of will power I have to not be rock hard by the time I sit down.

She cleans the wounds on the lower parts of my legs first, pouring on some sort of clear liquid that stings for a few seconds before turning to a soothing coolness. I try to remain calm and composed as she works, but given the situation, it's unlikely I succeed. Every few seconds I look down at my exposed cock mere inches from her head, and then proceed to conjure any random thought to avoid another erection. By the time she reaches my thighs, my efforts finally fail. I watch in shame as I start to rise again, almost full in seconds. She continues to work, but I can see a smirk and glance up every now and then. My mind races as I try to figure out what to do, but it comes up with nothing. Instead, I hang my head sheepishly and wait for her response.

“Don't be ashamed,” she finally says after finishing a wound and looking up. “Its been a long time for me as well.”

My shame recedes but is quickly replaced by a different emotion as her hand begins to drift up from the cut on my thigh. I hold my breath as I watch her get closer and closer to it, praying this is really happening and not just another fantasy in my head.

“I've thought about it a lot while laying in this bed, alone with only my fingers to satisfy.”

Don't stop, I plead internally, please don't stop.

“Wishing for someone.”

Her agonizing approach has me ready to beg.

“Someone I can touch like this.”

She finally reaches me and wraps her hand around my fully erect cock. With her eyes still fixed forward, she begins to stroke up and down.

I clench down on the bed as I moan out, embracing the feeling I’ve craved for so long. Her touch feels soft and delicate, a much different sensation than my callous hands. The world suddenly melts away, every worry or concern about my unknown predicament flees my mind. With each stroke she brings me a blissful pleasure even my fantasies couldn't convey, one sure to send me over the top quickly.

Then I notice her face start to creep in.

My heart stops, wondering if she is actually about to do what I think she is. Something I've never gotten to experience before.

“Or maybe,” she continues as my body twitches in anticipation, “someone I can please in a different manner.”

She reaches me and stops, drawing out my torture. I fight the urge to scream out in anguish. Her eyes then meet mine and a little grin forms as she hovers close to me.

So. Tantalizingly. Close.

“If that's what you want…”

In a moment of pure desperation, I give in to her.

“Please….” I eke out. “Please do it.”

The grin grows wider. She knows I'm all hers.

Her mouth opens and she brings herself down onto my cock, taking me fully into her mouth as I tense and watch.

I can't say I've ever experienced a more pleasurable sensation than this. Up and down her head bobs as wet, sloppy sounds permeate up. Every couple of cycles she lifts off, running her tongue along my shaft before resuming.

I try to compose myself enough to truly appreciate this new pleasure; to capture every euphoric sensation happening all at once. The feeling of her tongue gliding along my shaft. The sight of her enthusiastically sucking down, more feral with each cycle. Those beautiful sounds, now with her occasional soft moan peppered in between. This is the new memory, the one I'll cling to the next time the world comes crashing down.

My toes curl up instinctively as an all too familiar feeling grows through my body. Almost as if she can feel the change in me, she stops. I suppress the powerful urge to whine and beg for more as she lifts her head off me. She, however, merely smiles at my despair and wipes her lips before speaking again.

“I had a dream that something like this would happen, only a couple of nights ago.”

She slowly lifts up off her knees and presses her hands to my chest. As I lay back onto the bed, she begins to crawl over me.

“A dream where my pleas were finally answered.”

She positions herself on all fours above me, our faces now lined up and practically touching.

“For once it would be someone else’s fingers exploring me.”

I take the hint. A full body shiver spreads throughout her as my finger drags along her soaked opening. I tease around her clit a couple times before gradually sliding my fingers inside, watching captivated as she gasps and tenses around me.

“Mmmm…someone who couldn't control themselves around me.”

She bites her lip as I continue to explore inside her. I curl my fingers up, watching as her eyes roll as a result. She then leans down and whispers directly into my ear with a sultry, breathy tone.

“Someone who would fuck this neglected pussy the way it deserves.”

A feral, animalistic desire consumes me, something up until now I didn't even know was in me. I fling her down onto the bed next to me and pry her legs open, revealing the now glistening pussy that's been burned onto my brain. I grab her by the hips and pull toward me, sliding in as I hold her tight. She gasps and flings her head back as I push in as deep as possible, savoring the moment her wet warmth sheathes me.

“Don't hold back,” she whimpers out. “I want this whole forest to hear me.”

I merely grunt in response, hands still on her hips, and let my primal urges take control. Our hips slam into each other as the bed bounces and creeks. Within seconds I feel myself careening toward the edge again, picking up right where her mouth left off. It takes everything I have to try and hold on, but I know it's going to be futile.

She notices my struggle, which is most likely plainly evident on my contorting face, and pulls me in, eyes locking.

“Dont fight it. Fill me.”

“What?!” I blurt back in surprise. “You want me to-”

“Don't you dare pull out! I want to feel your cum inside me. I need to feel it!”

Her last line sends me over. Years of sexual frustration explode out as I empty myself into her, babbling and grunting in the process. I pulse over and over as she beams, watching the display of my complete loss of control with obvious enjoyment.

When it finally ends, she reaches out and cusps my chin.

“That was incredible,” she breathes out in between her own panting.

I manage a weak but very satisfied smile.

“But we're not done yet.”

She tightens her legs around me, like a giant clamp, and flips me onto my back in one swift motion. Before I can even react, she starts grinding down, now perched on top of me.

“I don't know if I can…”

“You can,” she interrupts without pausing. “Trust me.”

She’s right. Even though I came, I still feel ready for more, almost like I never actually finished. In fact, my whole body feels incredible. A rush of energy spreads through me like lightning. My achy limbs that were almost useless before feel as good as they did in my teenage years.

I look up to her, baffled and concerned.

“How is this possible? I dont-”

“Shhhh.” She puts a finger over my mouth. “Don't think. Just enjoy.”

I do just that as she stares to the ceiling and increases her pace, giving me a show I will never forget. Maybe I did die and this is heaven. Given this amazing display before me, and what has already occurred, this seems as plausible as anything else. How else could I feel so rejuvenated right now?

Her pace suddenly quickens as I watch her lose control for the first time. A full body release hits as she screams up, shaking and convulsing, her body turning just as red as her hair. I've never actually seen a girl finish before, but I can now safely say it is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.

I watch her breathing come back into check, enjoying the sight of her flushed body twitching and her breasts heaving up and down. She finally looks down after composing herself a bit, but I don't see the tired, spent lover I expect. If anything, her whole demeanor seems more frenzied and energized. Maybe she is feeling the same energy boost I am, or maybe she's just been waiting a long time for this, like me. Either way, based on the wild look in her eyes, I have a suspicion we aren't done yet.

“What are you waiting for?” She taunts down in a raspy voice. “Don’t tell me that's all you got!”

The feral lust swells again. I toss her off me onto the bed, and then position her up to all fours.

“I’m just getting started,” I growl down to her, finally joining in on the teasing.

Once behind her, I pull back on her red braids and begin to slam into her, starting the next round.

I don't know how all of this is possible, it seems like we could stay intertwined all day without any recovery time needed. Maybe I should be more concerned about what's happening me, but right now I couldn't care less. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

So I'm going to fuck her until I can't go anymore.

---

I glance over at the naked girl next to me, laying back with her eyes closed and consistent smile. All the hair not tied up in a braid is scattered across her face, wild and unkempt. I reach over, and brush the strands away, letting me see her completely again. Her eyes open and glance toward me as she lets out a slight giggle.

This whole day has felt like a dream, something so unlikely I still struggle to believe it's real. Many hours ago I first saw these blue and green eyes, among other things, and my life flipped on its head. Now we lay next to each other with only the sounds of our heavy breathing to fill the air, both of us finally spent after an intense session that featured more positions and orgasms than I can remember.

The all-consuming horniness that clouded me all day has now receded enough to bring me back to reality. As much as I would like to just stay in this bed forever, I need answers.

“What…was that? How did we…you know…finish so much? Why do I feel as good as I've ever felt?”

She smiles and stands, seemingly contemplating her answer. As she tosses her translucent cloth back on, a stream of my cum begins to slide down her leg. Given what just happened, I'm sure there's a lot more to come.

“My race has healing powers when we are…intimate with others,” she finally admits, looking back toward me.

“Race? So you're not…human? What are you? Who are you? What healing powers? Where-”

“Shhh. You'll get all your answers in time. For now, just enjoy the benefit of our transaction.”

I stare, completely befuddled.

“Transaction?”

Her hand lifts up and starts rubbing just under her stomach. It takes longer than I'd like to admit to catch her drift, but when I do, I jump out of the bed and point toward her.

“You mean you were just using me for…How does that even work, you're not human!”

She doesn't seem fazed by my sudden outburst.

“I didn't just use you for that! I meant every word I said. I just had some extra motives as well. Don't worry, there's nothing else expected of you now. You can move on, like nothing happened.”

She grabs a few pieces of what looks like jewelry from the nearby table, and then deposits them in a small, felt-like bag. A few clothes and other trinkets are also added to the bag as well before she turns back to me.

“And yes, it does work. You think you're the first man to wash up here? I'm just lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. Now I must go to my ancestral home immediately to start my new journey.”

“Wait. Go? New journey? Hold on-”

She pushes forward and gives me a sudden kiss, disrupting my questions. As she pulls back, I see that same devilish smile of hers.

“Welcome to Dionysia. You're going to love it here.”

She snaps her fingers and disappears with a puff of smoke. Just like that, I am alone again, naked in the now abandoned house, and marooned in this strange new world.