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Big Ben
by Lisa Rains (lisarains65@aol.com)

***

A couple vacationing on a remote island is overpowered 
and sexually dominated by a strong mysterious man who 
uses both of them for his pleasure. (Mdom/MF, nc, bi, 
huml, rom)

***

Ah, my lover Ben! He makes me do the nastiest things – 
things I never thought I would ever find myself doing.

Just the thought of him can get me wet – no matter 
where I am or what I'm doing. He's cruel and he teases 
me and has the dirtiest mind in the world, but I can't 
resist him and he can make me do anything he wants. I'm 
crazy for him.

When I married my husband Phil, I thought he would be 
all the man I would ever need. Phil is handsome and 
trim and has a nice big cock and knows how to use it.

We always had a great sex life.

Who would ever have thought some macho stranger would 
come along and dominate both of us! 

It all started when Phil and I went on vacation to a 
remote little island resort in the Bahamas. The island 
is so tiny that there's only one hotel and miles of 
beach with no one on it.

**

On the first afternoon, Phil and I were lying out on a 
blanket on the beach. I was wearing an ultra-brief 
bikini – something I'd never have worn at home in 
public.

Phil was wearing a tight-fitting bright white swim suit 
and his cock looked very inviting outlined against the 
crotch of it.

At one point, we got into an argument about something 
(I don't even remember what.) I got up and stormed off, 
telling him I needed to take a walk and cool off. 

It made me especially mad because I had been in the 
mood for sex all day and had been looking forward to 
getting royally fucked. Now it was looking rather 
unlikely.

What a waste of a romantic setting.

So anyway, there I was walking down the beach, turned-
on and frustrated when I came around a corner and 
almost tripped over the most gorgeous hunk of man 
you've ever seen. He was lying on a gigantic, oversize 
towel, wearing nothing but a very brief pair of jockey 
shorts. He was strong and muscular, like a football 
player and he just exuded arrogant confidence. And 
there was the hugest bulge in the front of those shorts 
I had ever seen.

Far from being self-conscious about being discovered in 
his underpants, he sort of leered at me and "adjusted" 
himself, tucking himself more snugly into those briefs 
and looking me up and down in a flagrantly lustful way. 
His sexy blue eyes seemed to look right through me. He 
invited me to join him on the big beach towel, 
obviously flirting with me, and to my amazement, I sat 
down with him.

Maybe it was the fact that I was mad at Phil and was 
feeling sexual and a little adventurous, but I started 
flirting back. He said he had heard there was another 
couple checked in and said the hotel clerk had told him 
we were the only three guests on the island that day.

The more we talked the more strangely turned on I 
started to feel. He told me his name was Ben and he was 
alone. I told him I'd had a fight with my husband. 
(What made me tell him that?) And he said Phil must be 
crazy to let a hot-looking woman like me walk off in 
that sweet, revealing bikini.

A little erotic shiver ran through me to have such a 
powerful, sexy man looking at me that way.

I have no idea how it happened but suddenly we were 
making out – the sand under the towel and the sun above 
us warming our bodies, I couldn't believe I was letting 
him kiss me, but man could he kiss! Tingles were 
running all through me. He had a two-day beard and it 
tickled my face as he moved his mouth back and forth 
from my mouth to my neck, gently nibbling my skin. 

After he had me half crazy with desire, he leaned his 
face in close to my ear and whispered, "Take your top 
off. I want to see those tits!" I was thrilled by the 
authority he said it with.

"I can't," I breathed. "I'm married."

He grinned at me "You heard me," he said. "Take it off 
and show me your breasts."

"But what if my husband should come looking for me and 
see us?"

He laughed a robust laugh. "You let me handle your 
hubby," he said. I was intrigued by what he could mean 
by that. "Now bare those tits for me."

And incredibly, I unfastened the bikini bra and proudly 
exposed my breasts for him.

He looked at them with such passionate hunger it took 
my breath away. "Oh man!" he said. "I have to kiss 
those babies."

And with that, he laid me back onto the towel and 
started tonguing them. It was sooo-ooo thrilling. I 
started moaning and sighing.

Then his hand was suddenly down inside the waistband of 
my bikini bottoms and he was rubbing my pussy with an 
expertise I had never imagined a man capable of. Don't 
get me wrong, I loved the way Phil stroked me, but this 
guy was astonishing. He really knew what he was doing. 

And all the time he had me moaning and sighing, he 
teased me about how wet I was. "You've never had it 
played with like this have you?"

"No," I admitted, despite myself.

And soon, my bikini bottoms were on the sand along side 
my top, beside the towel. He had me totally nude and 
started kissing me all over my body.

"What if Phil comes along and sees us?" I said.

He leaned up and whispered to me. "You deserve to be 
satisfied," he said. "Your hubby's a fool for letting 
you wander away. He deserves what he gets. If he comes 
along, I'm going to punish him for letting you off the 
leash."

I can't explain why those words got me so excited. 
Maybe it was because I really WANTED Phil to pay for 
upsetting me as he had, or maybe it was the fact that I 
didn't want this magic to stop as Ben expertly rubbed 
my clit and slid his fingers inside me.

But I found myself suddenly laughing, knowing 
instinctively that Ben could indeed handle Phil and 
protect me from any jealous wrath he might be provoked 
to by the sight of seeing us.

"What would you do to him?" I asked, hardly believing 
the words had escaped my mouth.

"I'll take him down in the sand, strip his little 
trunks off and spank his ass for you," he said.

Suddenly I couldn't get my breath. The image of Phil 
helpless over this powerful man's lap, getting his 
tight, sexy buns slapped red for neglecting me, drove 
me to a new level of erotic stimulation.

"And what's more," Ben said, "If you don't give me some 
serious satisfaction, I'm going to do the same with 
you."

Right then I knew I was powerless. I was going to be 
his slave for as long as he wanted me.

And in fact, I knew that Phil and I were both going to 
wind up serving this masculine tough guy until he gave 
us permission to leave.

And with that, he ordered me to slide his jockey shorts 
off. I obeyed, wasting no time at all. He lay back and 
thrust his pelvis up and I slid them off, exposing the 
biggest cock I have ever seen. It stood straight up 
hard and strong, and his powerful balls hung 
majestically down between his legs.

I sucked in my breath at the sheer size of him and how 
incredibly "ready" he was.

"Take it in your hands," he said. And indeed, he really 
meant hands (plural). It was so big it took both hands 
to hold it.

"Now reach down and pick up that suntan oil and grease 
it up for me."

I picked up the clear Coppertone oil and greased him 
from the bottom of that amazing shaft all the way up to 
the head.

"Yeah," he said "That's it jack me good."

He made me vary the pace, calling out "faster" and 
"slower" and making me accommodate his wishes. I found 
myself laughing and shivering at the same time as I 
altered the tempo, working his enormous dick according 
to his commands. I was absolutely amazed by the size of 
it and delighted at the feel of it in my hands.

"Now give me some head," he told me.

"Oh I shouldn't," I said, knowing full well I was going 
to obey him. I was only resisting to see what he would 
do. He responded by grabbing my arm and pulling me over 
his lap. He gave my bare ass five hard smacks that 
stung like crazy.

"How dare you resist me," he said, playfully spanking 
me. And he gave me five more. "This is what you're 
going to get every time you hesitate when I tell you to 
do something that pleasures me," he said.

And he continued to redden my bottom for about ten 
minutes, pausing now and then to reach between my legs 
and tickle my asshole and my pussy with his fingers.

When he finished, I was more than ready to give him 
what he wanted.

I knelt between his legs with my poor spanked ass 
thrust up to the sun and started sucking that amazing 
prick. At first, I could barely fit it in my mouth. But 
as I kept at it, the joy of sucking him more than made 
up for the slight discomfort, and before long, I was 
having the time of my life. I kept applying the 
Coppertone to sort of lube him for me.

The taste of the cocoanut oil, the warm sun on my bare 
ass, and the feel of that stud's gigantic dick in my 
mouth was making me go crazy. As I sucked that big 
thing, I kept my right hand on the immense shaft of it, 
and with my left, I found myself bouncing his strong, 
heavy balls up and down.

All at once, I heard a familiar voice say, "What the 
fuck is this!!?"

And I looked up and there was Phil, still in his brief 
trunks, standing at the foot of the towel, gaping at 
us.

"What are you doing?" he asked me, his mouth open in 
amazement. 

Ben answered for me. "Don't ask the lady to talk with 
her mouth full," he said, "It's rude."

"Get your hands off my woman," Phil demanded. 

"She's not your woman man. She's mine. I own this 
woman."

By this time I had stopped sucking Ben but still had 
his balls in my hand. I could feel them getting bigger 
with the promise of male-to-male combat. It was all so 
primal and animal – two lusty males competing for a 
female. I should have felt a little concern for Phil's 
safety. But I was feeling chills run all through my 
body. It was unbelievably exciting to be the object of 
this age-old dynamic.

"Who the hell are you?" Phil demanded.

"I'm your new master, pal, and I'm hers too."

"Get your hands off her," Phil said.

And then, things happened so fast I could barely follow 
it.

Ben was instantly on his feet and before I knew it, he 
had Phil down on the ground, his bare stomach and chest 
against the warm sand. Ben handled him effortlessly. 
With his left hand, he held Phil's hair keeping him in 
place.

With his right, he easily and quickly stripped off 
those bright white trunks, baring his ass.

He looked up and winked at me, all the time pressing 
Phil's face into the sand – not enough to really hurt 
him but hard enough to let him know who the dominant 
male was.

"Let me up," Phil demanded, spitting some sand out with 
the words.

Ben only laughed. "I'll let you up when I'm good and 
ready," he said. "Now thrust that cute little rear of 
yours up for me."

Phil struggled for a few moments, but it was pretty 
clear he was resisting in vain.

Reluctantly, he obeyed, raising his cute butt up and 
pushing it out. I swear I don't know what got into me 
but I actually laughed despite myself. I had never 
imagined that I would see my strong hubby so completely 
controlled by another man.

"Good boy," Ben said, laughing again. "Now you better 
keep it up for me while I teach you a lesson about 
arguing with your woman and leaving her alone in this 
romantic place."

And with that he knelt behind Phil and started to go to 
town on that sweet bare ass.

He alternated hands, left, right, left, right beating 
his fanny like bongos. For some reason, I found it 
unbelievably sexy.

Every once in a while, Phil would try to squirm away 
but Ben would reach down, grab his balls and pull him 
back in place.

Soon Phil was begging him to stop.

All worries that I would have to face the consequences 
of my "indiscretion" were completely gone, replaced by 
a thrilling curiosity about what this macho stud was 
going to make us do.

"Please stop," Phil said.

Ben gave him one more hard spank with the open palm of 
his right hand, "Okay," he told Phil. "Are you are 
going to do what I say?"

"Yes," Phil said.

In a final show of dominance, he made Phil bend his leg 
and Ben put his white trunks between the toes of Phil's 
right foot and wave them like a surrender flag.

I laughed so hard I could hardly get my breath.

"The two of you are mine for this whole weekend," Ben 
said. "I might make both of you suck my cock. I might 
make you fuck and watch while you do. I might make the 
two of you trade off kissing my ass. I may even fuck 
both of your cute asses. But for this whole weekend the 
two of you are going to cater to my every sexual whim. 
You got that?"

And we got it!



TO BE CONTINUED?

In the next installment, Ben, Phil and his captive wife 
are back home. She finds she can't stop thinking about 
Ben and even when they're back in civilization, she 
keeps seeing him. And he continues to dominate the 
couple.

Sometimes he calls her and they have phone sex. He has 
Phil lick her pussy and ass while he chats with her.

As her eager hubby gives her head and kisses her ass, 
she closes her eyes and thrills to the things Ben tells 
her.

He's always got these mischievous ideas. One night, 
while she's being serviced by her hubby, she tells Ben 
she's been playing tennis all day.

"Wow," Ben says, "I'm getting hot just thinking about 
you swinging that racket. I'm going to be coming over 
in about half an hour. I want you to make Phil lie over 
your lap and I want you to spank him with the tennis 
racket. And you better do it hard. I want to see the 
design of that webbing on his cute little tail.

If you don't really let him have it, I'm going to use 
it on both of you so I better be able to see the 
imprint of that pattern nice and clear on his bare ass.

Etc.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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