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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
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
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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Brandenburg Fantasy (MF, oral, bd, fdom)
by Hamlet Too (an234790@anon.penet.fi)
(c) 1994
***
One Sunday night, I got a call around eight. It was hamlet, a guy I had
dominated about a year before, who lived on my block. Anyway, he said that
his girlfriend Sue, whom I also knew, was gone for the week at a
conference, and would I like to come have some fun? I said sure and hung up
in his face. As I got ready to go over, I started getting some wicked
ideas. Who was he, anyhow, to snatch some treats, while his sweetheart, who
was _my_ friend in the first place, wasn't looking? I wondered to myself if
he knew what he was getting into.
I got together my bag of tricks. It's a small bag: I don't need much. I
just had those things that he was getting into, mostly because I was going
to be the one putting him into them. It wasn't far to their house, so I
just walked. I made sure to lock up my pad pretty securely, since I didn't
intend to come back for the week. I didn't have the whole time planned out
or anything, but I knew I was actually going to have a lot of fun, and
probably at his expense.
When I got over there, he was really timid. He even asked to take my
leather jacket, the bastard. He never did anything like that for Sue. So I
decided to be very cold and nonchalant about the whole thing, which I knew
he didn't like. He really likes it hot, which I do too, but I figured that
we had all week, why rush it? I asked him if he had had dinner yet.
``Yes,'' he said politely. ``I just ate.''
``Well,'' I told him, ``I'm pretty hungry. Do you think you could get me a
little something?'' I was playing it real cool. I get a lot of practice at
that. While he was getting me a sandwich (which was OK, I wasn't _that_
hungry), I got comfortable, which is to say, naked. Needless to say, that
got him going. I wasn't going to let him get anywhere yet, though. When he
brought me my sandwich, I turned over onto my tummy and spread my legs a
bit, and told him to lick my ass. Then I just started eating my sandwich.
He wasn't sure what to do for a while, so I had to tell him again. ``I told
you to kiss my ass, and I want to feel your tongue in my crack. I haven't
decided what I'm going to do to you for making me ask twice.'' As a matter
of fact, I knew exactly what I was going to do to him. I was going to do it
to him anyway, but now he'd given me an excuse. He was pretty good, though.
I had him lick me the entire time while I ate, and then a little bit after,
too.
After a few minutes of some proper asslicking, I reached back and patted
his head, very condescendingly. ``Well, I guess we have to get started,'' I
said, pretending to be bored with him. I'm sure he was ready. ``We're going
to go to the bedroom now,'' I told him, ``and I want you to keep your
tongue in my ass at all times, you got that?'' He grunted, which I assumed
meant yes. ``All right, here we go.'' I got up and started walking slowly
to their bedroom, with him crawling on all fours behind me, his tongue
stuck to my behind. Every now and then I'd speed up a bit and then stop,
and watch him plow even deeper into me. It was really quite a pathetic
sight.
When we were in the middle of the hallway, I stopped and backed up. He was
totally surprised and couldn't react in time, so I toppled him over and
ended up sitting on his face. Then I slid down his body so he couldn't keep
licking me. ``I didn't tell you you could stop,'' I scolded him. ``What's
the matter with you anyway? Now come on!'' I yanked him up by his hair and
shoved his head back between my ass cheeks.
When we got to the bedroom, I had to stifle a little gasp myself. They had
just gotten a new canopy bed. It was absolutely beautiful! I just knew I
had to sleep in that bed. But I maintained my composure. I led him to the
front of the bed. ``OK, you can stop now.'' I went to what looked like a
hamper and pulled out a pair of Sue's dirty underwear. At least, I assumed
it was hers. ``Strip,'' I commanded. He took off his clothes in a flash and
threw them in a heap on the floor. He stood quietly, facing the bed. I
paraded the panties in front of his face. ``Want to put these on for me?''
I asked, teasingly.
``If you want me to, I will,'' he said, lowering his eyes. What a liar. I
knew he was crazy to put them on.
``That's all right, I'll wear them instead,'' I said, putting them on. I
stepped behind him, reached around and found his erect cock with my
fingers. I stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the neck. ``You know,'' I
purred in his ear, ``I don't remember giving you permission to get hard.''
He just moaned and leaned his head back. ``Now kneel,'' I hissed at him. I
helped him down by pushing on his shoulders.
``Now stay right there, and don't you move a muscle,'' I ordered him.
``I'll be back in a bit. If you stay still, I promise I'll let you come. If
you've even moved an inch when I come back, you can just forget about any
release for that thing of yours tonight. And I don't want to hear a peep
out of you either.'' I turned to leave the room. When I got to the door, I
added, ``Oh, if there's a fire I guess you can call out. Then I can come in
and watch you _burn_.''
I went out to the living room to watch some TV. The local station was
showing _Rear Window_, which I love, and I got a little caught up in it.
Then _Treasure of the Sierra Madre_ came on, and I started watching that,
too. It wasn't until they got to ``Badges? We don't need no steenkin'
badges,'' that I thought to look up at the clock. It was almost one. I
laughed silently to myself, and turned off the TV--I'd already seen that
movie about 18 times--and went back to the bedroom.
He was still kneeling there, the fool, and his cock was still hard, and it
was dripping precome like crazy. ``What a good boy. Didn't move at all.
Well, I'm pretty tired, I think I'll turn in. Oh, did I say I would let you
come? I guess I _lied_, didn't I?'' I made a big deal about yawning in his
face. ``Do you need to go to the bathroom?'' I asked him, on my way there
myself. He didn't say a word. ``It's OK, you can speak.'' He just nodded
and walked over to where I was. He stood in front of the toilet and looked
at me dumbly. I just folded my arms and looked back. ``OK, go ahead.''
He tried, but he was so hard he couldn't get started. I decided to do
something mean. ``I'll give you one minute.'' Then I started whispering in
his ear. ``60 . . . 59 . . . 58 . . . 57 . . .' He was struggling to get
soft enough to go, but my sexy whispering was making it difficult. When I
got to 30, I started licking in his ear between counts. That drove him
wild! By the time I got to 15, we both knew he wasn't going to make it, so
he began stroking himself. I was having none of that; I slapped his hand
away, hard. ``Three . . . two . . . one . . . Too bad,'' I said, laughing
and pulling him away from the toilet. ``I guess you don't get to pee
tonight. Now it's my turn.'' I had him kneel in front of the toilet. I was
about to squat over the seat, then I asked him, ``Do you want to be my
toilet?''
``Yes,'' he answered meekly.
``I want to hear you say it,'' I coaxed him.
``Yes, please, I want to be your toilet.''
``That's a good boy,'' I said, patting his head again. ``For now, you can
watch and learn.'' I sat down on the seat and let loose a nice stream of
piss. ``See how it catches every drop without spilling? I'm sure you'll do
that and more for me, too.'' When I was finished, I wiped myself off and
wiped his face with the toilet paper. ``Now give me a ride back to your
place.'' I meant the foot of the bed. He got on all fours and let me on his
back. I didn't have any spurs on, but I gave him a nice kick start just the
same.
``This is where you'll be sleeping tonight,'' I told him. ``I'll be
sleeping on the nice comfy bed.'' I got two pairs of handcuffs out of my
bag, and secured him face up, his wrists cuffed to the opposite legs of the
bed. It's a king size bed and it stretched him out but good. Then I turned
out the lights and got into bed wearing nothing but Sue's dirty underwear.
Just to drive him crazy, I started playing with myself. ``You'd like to
watch, wouldn't you?'' I teased him. ``I'm getting off in your girlfriend's
underwear. Well, if you want to watch, come on up and watch!'' I knew very
well he couldn't. I was really making the bed creak, bouncing my ass up and
down in time with my fingers. He moaned so much out of frustration that I
finally had to tell him to shut up. I continued playing with myself until I
lost count of my orgasms, and contented myself with falling asleep under
that magnificent silk canopy, while hamlet had to lie on the floor and try
to get some sleep with a cock that refused to get soft. It would be a long
night for him, I knew.
Later that night, I woke up. It was about five. I looked down at hamlet--he
had finally fallen asleep. His cock was still big, but at least now it was
soft enough to fit into the cock restraint. I had measured him for one,
without his knowing, the last time I topped him. Being careful not to wake
him up, I slipped the restraint on like a pair of diapers, then turned the
key. He was mine now, to do with as I pleased. I couldn't wait to see the
look on his face when he realized that he would be totally dependent on my
mercy for his next orgasm!
quim stench weeklong unshowered gagging balls beaten promises broken
release tendered ungiven cruel deception caged shaken envying selfish
pleasure cries over tongue forced lonely cock untouched backstab lying
cheating threats knife clasp slowly crush sweat withdrawal pretending key
discarded desire ignore cold heart steel under love sleepless nights chord
tantalize tease torment torture kick find lose denial apex unsatisfied
unfulfilled almost crashing desperation foulsmelling deprivation ever
rising never risen o or org orga orgas
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On Sunday, his girlfriend Sue was coming back. He was getting frantic,
pleading with me to take the restraint off before Sue got home. I flatly
refused, of course. ``What's the matter?'' I teased him. ``Are you afraid
she'll find out you're a pervert? Maybe you'll get lucky. Maybe she'll like
it, and want to keep you locked up for the rest of your life. Does that
turn you on? It turns me on to think about you, completely helpless, never
to come again. Come on,'' I said breathily, ``feel how wet it makes me.'' I
grabbed his hand and stuck it between my legs and got it all wet and
sticky. Then I stuck it in my mouth and licked it all off, giving his
middle finger a nice, hard blow job.
I spent the rest of the afternoon stringing him along like that. By the
time I checked the clock, it was six in the evening, and I realized that we
hadn't eaten a bite. I guess we just weren't hungry--for food, anyway. When
it got dark outside, he started getting desperate. He begged and begged,
rolling around on the floor at my feet, while I just looked down at him,
all cruel and heartless. What fun!
Finally, I decided to let him off the hook. ``Take my nylons off,'' I
commanded. As he reached up, I added, ``With your tongue _only_.'' It took
him a long time, but I got a nice tongue bath out of it, and I'm sure he
enjoyed it all in all. After he was finished, I put my feet in his face. I
didn't have to say a word. He licked my toes, sticking his tongue in
between them. It felt great on my feet, slick and hot, and I got juicy. I
started tossing off right there. I sort of wanted it to last, but I knew we
didn't have a lot of time and I wanted to get as many orgasms out of him as
I could, so I made this one a quickie. Within a couple of minutes, I was
coming and jamming my feet almost all the way into his mouth. I just lay
there for a few minutes before I decided to finish him off. Or not, I
thought wickedly.
I rode him into the bedroom, using my damp stockings for the reins, and
made him lie down on the canopy bed. I fondled his cock restraint, until he
got hard again. ``Do you want me to take this off? Do you want to get your
rocks off?'' He nodded. I crawled on top of him and we started kissing like
crazy. He tried to slip his tongue into me, but I just pushed it back with
my tongue. I got up and looked over at the handcuffs on the nightstand. He
whimpered, but I just nodded and laughed as I picked them up. They make
such a delightful tinkling sound.
First I cuffed his ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. I only had
one pair left, so I took his wrists and cuffed them together behind the
headboard. I unlocked his restraint and slipped it off, and his hard cock
popped up. He sighed in relief. I couldn't just leave him completely naked
like that, though, so I took one of my nylons and tied it tight around his
cock and balls. ``Don't you look sweet,'' I said. The stocking made his
cock so hard. I patted it and it bounced a bit. ``I'll take care of you,''
I said, crossing my fingers behind my back.
I straddled his face and started playing with myself. He lifted his head,
but I took my free hand and pushed his forehead back down. ``No, you can't
have any,'' I scolded him. ``Just watch.'' And I made him watch while I
came twice. I could tell he was getting so jealous! The pressure of not
being able to come for an entire week was getting to him. After my second
orgasm, I took my wet fingers and smeared them all over his face. He just
moaned. He was so turned on he couldn't speak. ``What's the matter? Did you
want to join in?'' He just moaned again in reply. I took off my panties to
expose my steaming cunt, and I turned around so I was facing his erection,
and squatted over his face. He stuck out his tongue, trying to reach my
thatch.
``You want to taste my pussy?'' I asked him, keeping my hips just out of
reach. He was really stretching his tongue now, obscenely. I tried to drip
on his face, but I wasn't quite wet enough. ``Too bad,'' I teased. ``You
can practice on these,'' I told him, and I stuffed my panties into his open
mouth. They wouldn't fit all the way, so I took my other nylon and tied it
around his head, over his mouth.
``You can just . . . sniff my asshole, while I touch myself,'' I said, and
started to finger my clit, moving it around in circles, to get myself
going, so I was really close. He was pulling hard on the handcuffs and
making an absolute racket, but I was pretty certain he wouldn't be able to
get loose. After I was close enough, I sat down on his face and ground my
crotch against the stocking, so that his nose was going right into my ass.
I leaned down so that my face was right in front of his hard cock.
``Oh god, your cock is so hard,'' I was saying between pants, ``and it
really wants to come, I can tell, it's bobbing back and forth, trying to
jump into my mouth. You'd like me to lick it, wouldn't you? It would feel
so good if I just took my tongue and ran it up the ridge. Come on, can't
you stretch a little further? It's so close, it's right at my lips, I can
almost taste it.'' I let a string of drool creep out of the corner of my
lips onto his skin. He quivered, and I laughed a little.
``If you get your cock between my lips, I'll lick it real good, I promise.
You'll come harder than you've ever come, OK?'' I was getting close to
coming, and my breath was coming out in hot pants right on the tip of his
cock, where a bead of precome was squeezing out.
He strained underneath me, but it was no use. He just couldn't get his cock
up far enough. ``It's just too small,'' I teased. ``If you had a real cock,
it would be down my throat, I swear.'' I kept up the pressure on his face,
sticking his nose even deeper into my ass. The scratchy nylon was getting
slick with my juices. So was his chin.
``Come on, just jam it right here,'' I taunted him. He bucked hard, trying
one last time, but I moved my wet lips out of the way. I guess that wasn't
quite fair, but by that time I was so close to coming, I didn't give a damn
about being fair. I just wanted to come, come, come, and that last thrust
gave me the boost I needed. I tensed up, shoving my cunt right up against
his nose and spasmed hard. It must have been nearly a minute after I came
before I realized that I was cutting off his breathing. I laughed at him
and crawled off. ``Your face is a great lay,'' I told him, sighing.
I snuggled up to him, rubbing my still-wet pussy against his side, and
sliding a leg lazily onto his chest. ``That felt so good,'' I cooed. ``If
only you could have got your cock . . . right . . . here,'' I whispered
into his ear, licking it, ``you would have gotten to come too. But you
didn't, so you don't get to come. I get to come as many times as I want,
and you . . . you get to come as many times as I want. And I don't want you
to, yet.'' I reached down to give his balls a little squeeze. He cringed
and moaned in frustration. He wept a little, and I went to lick at his
tears. It was great!
I took pity on him, though, with his pleading eyes and all, so I slid back
down and started licking his thighs as I made my way down one leg, circling
around his knee, then crossing over to the other leg and making my way back
up. He tensed as I approached his cock, but I just went around and around,
until I don't think there was a thing I hadn't licked except his poor
aching penis. ``_Pauvre petit chou-chou_,'' I mocked him. Then I blew on
his cock, and he just about went crazy.
``You want me to lick it?'' I asked him. He nodded.
``Too bad!'' I whispered. ``Suffer!''
I teased him cruelly again, just barely brushing my silky lips against the
tip, then backing away just as he thrust upward. Finally, I took his cock
in my mouth, and swallowed the whole thing.
He moaned so loudly I almost didn't hear the key in the front door. His
sweetie was back. I left a ring of lipstick wrapped around the base of his
cock, and withdrew, leaving him groaning. There would be no release for him
after all. As I got up, I tsked at him in mock pity. He whimpered and shot
a look of despair up at me. I looked down at him and smiled, licking my
lips. ``You really want to come, don't you? You're so close, if I just
touch it, you'll come, won't you?'' My hand moved down to his crotch,
hovering just millimeters above his straining penis. ``So close, _so_ close
. . . '' She was calling out his name now. I didn't have much time. I
leaned down and whispered hotly into his ear, ``Tough. Shit.'' I laughed
quietly. ``Ta ta, and don't forget, be a good boy.'' I picked up his cock
restraint, and left out the back window, just as she was coming up the
hallway.
To think that he was complaining because I didn't let him come for just a
week. I'll bet, with the way I left him there for his sweetheart to find,
he won't be getting any for quite a bit longer!
(c) 1994 hamlet, too