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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen Becker o
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Beware What You Ask For - 1 (Fdom-M, wife)
by Anon PIXNIX Author - 1989
***
As they lay huddled together, their naked bodies glistening
with the sweat of the wild fuck they had just shared, he asked her.
She giggled at his request, not sure she could do what he asked,
what he desired, what he lusted for, without breaking up in
laughter. He pleaded quietly, insistently, and she could hear the
heat and lust in his voice. She bit her lip and looked at him, then
kissed him gently and said "Yes, I'll do it." And she felt her pussy
grow wet once more as she thought about controlling her husband,
making him her sexual slave, forcing his hungry mouth against her
swollen clit and between her firm asscheeks...making him serve
her like a sex machine. And she knew she would not laugh. She
knew she would love it.
* * * * *
Carl came to bed late just as he always did. Stefanie moved
slightly so she could see the clock: it was almost 4 am. He settled
quickly, and before long she heard his deep, even breaths. He was
asleep. And he was in for a big surprise when he awoke in the
morning!
Stefanie got out of bed and moved quietly, assembling the items
she had purchased in the last few days. She wasn't too worried
about making noise--when Carl slept, he slept like a dead man. He
would wake only if she literally shouted in his ear.
She quickly installed hooks on the head and base boards of the
queen size bed. Then she took the collection of magazines she had
bought and selected the hottest, steamiest images and taped them
to the walls all around where her husband lay sleeping. In the dim
light from the window she admired the lushly shaped bodies of the
naked women in the photographs...and she felt her pussy begin to
warm and grow wet as she admired the various leather
accoutrements they wore. Stefanie giggled at the thought of how
hard Carl's cock would grow when he saw these pictures!
She took a few other pictures and put them on the ceiling above
the bed. These were special. They were a collection of drawings
she had done of her husband...sketches based on the nasty
fantasies he had shared with her.
Her favorite was the drawing she had done of Carl naked and
on his hands and knees, a cock in his mouth and another in each
hand, and she herself wearing a strap-on dildo and filling his ass.
She put it where she knew it would meet his eyes as soon as he
woke up in the morning.
She glanced at the clock. Almost five now. Well, she had to be
up in an hour, so she finished her preparations and went to the
kitchen for a cup of tea. Carl would stir about 7:30 when she was
ready to leave for work, seeking his morning goodbye kiss. Then
he'd roll over and go back to sleep, normally.
But not today. Today he'd grow hard and hot...and she would
leave him like that! All day, she knew, he would groan and think
of her; all day she would be wet and horny and lusting for him.
When she got home tonight there would be sexual fireworks for
sure!
* * * * *
"Honey, wake up," Stefanie whispered into his ear, gently
nibbling on it at the same time. "I have to go to work and I want
to show you something before I go."
Carl stretched and leaned up to kiss her. She met his lips and
kissed him deeply, even going so far as to open her lips and send
her tongue plunging steamily into his mouth.
His eyes shot open at that, and then he saw the pictures all over
the walls. Stefanie was delighted to see his naked body tense, and
his large cock immediately begin to swell! Then with a minimum
of fuss, she slipped a leather collar about his neck and attached it
with a leash to the hook she had installed in the headboard.
Carl started to protest, but Stefanie reached down and picked
up a pair of her dirty panties from the floor and stuffed them in
his mouth. "Sluts don't speak unless their mistresses tell them
they may," she said, and grinned lewdly.
A quick move to the foot of the bed and she pulled up the
straps she had attached to the hooks on the baseboard and
wrapped them around her husband's ankles, clicking the tiny
latches shut and immobilizing his legs.
Finally, she pulled the handcuffs from her pocket and slid them
onto Carl's hands, laughing at the mixture of confusion and lust she
saw in his eyes. She pulled his hands down to his crotch and put
them around his swollen prick. Then she wrapped a leather thong
around his cuffed hands and his cock, making it tight enough that
the slightest movement would become a pleasurable masturbating
motion.
Normally this would have been fine with Carl, but she knew
from the way he looked at her, horny and yet somewhat fearful of
the commanding bitch he had unleashed, that he realized there
wasn't going to be a quick release THIS time!
He's right, she thought, and slid and hand inside her coat to rub
her own aching sex. After a moment she opened the coat wide and
showed her bound-and-gagged husband what she knew would
drive him frantic with lust. Underneath the knee-length winter
coat she wore leather boots and fishnet stockings, as well as a
leather garter-belt and a cutaway leather bra.
"Do you like what you see, nasty boy?" she crooned to him. He
nodded and moved his hands on his cock. She laughed. "That's a
good slut! But while I expect you to stay hard all day until I get
home, you are NOT to cum, so I wouldn't play with myself TOO
much!"
With that, and a wicked chuckle, she turned and took her jeans
and sweater from her bureau and left the room. When she
returned, she was dressed for her job, but still wearing the boots
and stockings. For all Carl could tell, she was wearing the
garterbelt and bra still, as well.
"When I get home this afternoon, slut, you are going to well and
thoroughly service my tits, my cunt, and my anus. And if you are
VERY good, I MIGHT let you cum." Stefanie stepped between his
legs and reached down to grope his throbbing balls. "Hmmm," she
mused. "I think we're missing just one not-so-little thing here!"
She leaned down at the foot of the bed.
When she straightened up, Carl's eyes widened because she
held a huge, black vibrating dildo! It was at least 10 inches long,
as well as being almost two inches thick. It glistened with
lubrication, and Stefanie smirked nastily as she smeared some of
the slippery juice on her fingers and then leaned down to probe at
her husband's tight asshole.
He moaned as her fingers slipped into his anus--and she
laughed as they were almost sucked in by the hungry hole. "Such a
nasty, gay-boy slut!" she chuckled. "Well, here's a big black dick to
keep you company until I get home!" With that, she slid the
massive rubber dong up Carl's ass clear to the hilt. And with the
way he was laying on the bed, she knew it wouldn't come popping
out before she returned in the afternoon.
Carl was moaning and writhing in his bonds as Stefanie left. As
she closed the bedroom door, she felt the warm trickle of her own
juices on her thighs. She was very excited by the sight of him,
chained to the wall, tied to the bed, his ass and mouth filled...and
waiting for her, waiting to fuck her, waiting to fill her with cum!
She could hardly wait for her workday to be over....
(to be continued....)