Making love to Dianne that afternoon was heavenly. Her body, though
short, was well proportioned, more like a 21 year old rather than her real age
of 35. Her breasts were not large, and not small, but were of the right size,
firm and did not sag one bit — taking her brassiere off, which was a low-cut
front snap design, was an experience I’ll never forget. When I cupped her
breasts in my smallish hands, I wished that I could become her brassiere so I
could cup her breasts all day. And Dianne was sexually free, boy, was she
free. She was even more open about her sexuality than Kristin, and Kristin
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"How did it go?" I asked as I poured her some wine and refilled my glass. "Great! They were yelling and clapping. I couldn't believe how excited I was." Karen's voiced cracked as she spoke. She took a gulp of the wine and sat down. I was wondering if she was going to faint. The crowd noise had dropped off and the music had stopped. It was too soon for Ellen to be done. The crowd cheered and the music started up again. A minute later, Shelly came in. "Pamela, you're next. Wait a couple more minutes and then go out to the wings and wait with Teri. Good Luck!" she said.
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"But you promised. I think that you will enjoy it. You certainly have enjoyed all the stares on the beach, and on the dance floor the other night. You were excited by watching that couple and I bet if you are really willing to admit it to yourself, that you were excited having those two boys watch." he argued. It was true, I do like the stares, whether it be at the beach or on the dance floor. I wasn't too sure about the two boys watching us, however, I had certainly enjoyed the show the couple put on. "I'm not saying I will do it, but another day would be fun." I conceded. "As long as you are not saying that you definitely won't" he said with a smile. Craig and I both called our offices and took an extra day. We returned for another day on the beach. Craig was very attentive, occasionally slipping his hands into my suit. I kept pushing him away as I wanted to rest and I knew I couldn't think straight with an itchy pussy.
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I awoke with a similar sensation to the morning before. Craig was once again between my legs and I was already starting to juice. We made slow love again and drifted back to sleep. We finally arose from bed after 1:00 p.m. and ate. Craig suggested that I call the office and take another day, so that we might further enjoy tonights experience. I had been hoping he might drop that. "I'm not to sure I really want to go through with that" I said, hoping he would let me bow out gracefully. Things were going pretty well between us and I didn't want to screw them up too badly.
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Craig whispered in my ear, "I think we have company too!" I heard giggling and looked up the dune. A couple of young (early teens) boys were up there getting an eyeful. I blushed deeply and quickly grabbed my blouse and slacks. I dressed quickly, forgoing my panties as they had disappeared in the sand. Craig dressed and tried to comfort me. The young boys had scurried away, realizing they had been found out. By the time we had walked back to the car, I was not really upset about having put on a show. The more I thought of it, the more I thought how I had enjoyed the show put on for us. We returned to our room. After a quick shower, we fell into a blissful sleep.teen hardcore videos
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Later, rested, showered, and refreshed, we went out to dinner and than to hit the clubs. I just love to dance and the drinks and the music kept flowing. At 1:30 a.m., we were still going strong. The dancing and the drinks were making me hot, so I did not object when Craig suggested a moonlit walk on the beach. It was quite bright out that night,being near the full moon. We walked arm in arm. We could see that we weren't the only ones with that idea as there were other couples walking down the beach. Craig suggested skinny dipping and I punched him (lightly) in the stomach. I was slightly drunk but I wasn't that drunk.Teen whore is ready to fuck

We had been looking for some time for someone who would be
willing to participate in a menage a’ trois with us, and she
looked like a willing partner. She noticed us throughout the
evening looking at her, savoring her body. Even though the suit
was very revealing, we wondered what she actually looked like
under that red lycra. She was the keyboardist for the band,
saucily swinging her hips in time to the music which they were
playing.

As the evening wore on, we danced closely with one another, our
pelvises rubbing together in an activity which resembled a mating
ritual more than the dance which it was. After they had finished
playing, we complimented the band on the fine job they had done.
Since they had played in this bar several times before, they all
had friends which they enjoyed libations with after their show.
We joined their party, and bought the woman in the red bodysuit a
drink. Her name was Amy, and she was young – only nineteen -
although spending time with the band had forced her to grow up
quickly. She was worldly beyond her years, and was making some
suggestive comments in no time. She mentioned that she had just
broken up with her boyfriend, and that she was lonely. She was
interested in meeting someone soon, because her horniness was
quickly becoming even stronger than the loneliness.

We asked her if she met many men while she was out on the road,
and she replied that most of the men she met while with the band
were not her type. When we asked what her type was, she looked
right straight at Dan, and said “Someone like you would do! But
I suppose that your girlfriend might mind if I stole you away
from her.” We bought another round, and spent some time getting
to know one another better. Dan’s apartment is right above the
bar, so it didn’t matter to us how much we drank – there was no
worry about having to drive home drunk. But Amy soon mentioned
that she had to leave since she had an hour drive ahead of her.
I suggested at that point that she could stay with us. I asked
if she had eaten yet, and when she replied that she had not, I
invited her up to our place for a sandwich and a beer.

It was very late, and we had had a few drinks, so the stairway
seemed even narrower and longer than it really was. Amy stumbled
on the stairs, and I caught her, placing my hands on her round
ass. She didn’t seem to mind as I felt her bottom, my fingers
lingering in their place a little longer than necessary. I knew
at that point that Amy had a pretty good idea why we had invited
her upstairs, and that there was going to be no need to make any
sandwiches at all.

We entered the apartment, and Dan turned on the stereo. Led
Zeppelin filled the apartment, drowning out the noise from the
few remaining patrons downstairs. The music also served to
muffle the moans later on, but I digress..

Since this has been a fantasy of ours for a long time, we had
definite ideas of how to begin. First of all, since we didn’t
know Amy very well, we decided it would be a good idea for us to
begin with a shower, especially since we had all been dancing all
evening and were a little sweaty. Amy didn’t seem to mind, and
we began to undress her. I unzipped the long zipper down her
back, and Dan pulled the tight fabric off one shoulder, then the
other. He has always been of the mind that a woman’s shoulders
are very sexy, so he stopped there to lick her shoulders, and
place kisses along her neck. Never having been with a woman
before, I was curious to see her breasts (and secretly compare
them with my own, I guess!), so I pulled the fabric down from her
shoulders to her belly button. Her breasts popped out, perfectly
round and soft. They were smaller than my own, but exquisite in
shape and size. I began to caress them -first one, then the
other. I ran my fingers along the outside of them, and my tongue
flitted across the nipples until they were as hard as little
pebbles. Excited by all of the attention that she was getting
from us, Amy began to moan. She began rubbing her crotch through
the Lycra suit with one hand, and stroking my hair with the
other. Dan stepped back, and watched us for a moment, his cock
growing bigger and harder by the minute. Something which the two
of us had only experienced with movies and still pictures was
happening in our living room, and it was an incredible turn on
for both of us. The next surprise happened when I stripped the
suit down past her pelvis to see her cunt, which was shaved bare.
Amy explained to us that she liked wearing that red suit, and it
showed everything; therefore she had shaved her cunt so that
nothing would show. A shaved box always gets Dan going, and he
began to stroke his cock while he continued watching us. I took
the rest of the suit off, slowly peeling the tight fabric along
her hips, and down those lovely legs, and threw it in a corner.
Our partner stood naked before us.

Dan and I removed our own clothing with previously unmatched
speed. My box was wet and hot, and I was looking forward to the
events to come this evening. Dan started the water in the shower
while I put Amy’s long silky hair up. She did the same for me,
but her caresses went long past my hairline. I think it was her
first time with another woman, too, and she was not disappointed
with my large breasts. By the time we were done, Dan had the
shower hot and pulsating, and was beckoning us to join him. Amy
went first, and inside, Dan kissed her full on the lips. They
began making out with passion, and I was very turned on by their
actions. I took the bar of soap in my hands, and lathered it up,
and began rubbing the creamy foam up and down her shapely thighs,
paying special attention to the area between them. I rubbed her
clit, and the lips of her vagina, and ran my hand back and forth
from her genitals to Dan’s – since they were kissing, their
pelvises were very close. Her bald cunt was soft and smooth
under the soap. I stroked the shaft of his now extremely hard
cock, and soaped his balls. They moaned during their kisses. so
I continued to stroke. Soon it was Amy’s turn to clean me, so I
traded places with her. Dan kissed me passionately, probing his
tongue deep into my throat while Amy rubbed suds around my
swollen clit. She massaged my buns with her soapy hands, and
stroked Dan in the meantime.

Soon it was time for the shower to end. We stumbled out of the
shower and dried one another off with a combination of tongues
and towels. I let Amy’s brown hair down, and it hung long and
beautiful on her naked body. Dan let my hair down, and took our
hands, leading us to the bedroom.

All of this would happen in due time, but Dan needed a little
excitement first. He wanted a blow job from both of us at the
same time, and we eagerly agreed. He laid on his back, and his
cock was already hard. Amy kissed me on the lips, probing her
tongue around mine, and at that moment, I knew that this blow job
would be one that Dan remembered for some time to come. I took
his balls in my hands and began fondling them while Amy ran her
tongue along his shaft. Dan began moaning and writhing his hips.
Amy soon took his big hard cock deep into her throat – she took
it so far in, her nose was buried in his pubic hair. This is no
easy feat, since Dan has a very large cock. While Amy was deep
throating Dan, I began licking the insides of his thighs
and the sensitive area behind his balls while probing the outside
of his anus. While I continued to rub his thighs and buns, I
joined Amy in licking his shaft, and together we managed to cover
most of his cock with our tongues. We flicked the tips of our
tongues along the edge of his shaft, circled the head, and
nibbled on his full balls. In no time at all, Dan was shooting
his load all over both of us.

I wouldn’t consider myself a pervert or a sexual deviant; in
fact, until I met Dan, I was sexually very conservative. I’ve
never watched other people fuck before – at least not live
people. I’ve seen several porno movies, and not many of them
turned me on. What I really wanted to do was watch Dan fuck Amy,
and I told them so. Dan had other plans, and he urged me to be
patient, that I would fulfill all of my fantasies tonight, and
see everything I wanted to see if I was just patient. He then
laid Amy on the bed, and parted her thighs. He wanted to have
her hot, wet and excited before he shoved his cock into her, so
he started off by licking her clit gently. Amy began to moan as
Dan shoved first one finger, then two fingers deep into her hole.
He twisted the fingers in and out of her box while he gently
licked her clit. Her moans became louder, and it was apparent
that she was ready for her first orgasm. Dan stopped what he was
doing just before she orgasmed – a small cry of disappointment
left her lips, but Dan had wanted me to join in before she came.
He instructed me to begin licking and sucking her breasts while
he licked her clit, and I agreed. I had wanted to begin as only
an observer, but that desire was outweighed by wanting to be a
part of her first of many orgasms tonight. I took her breasts
gently in my hands and kneaded them, sucking and nibbling the
nipples until they were once again hard. Dan once again began
his activities as before, and it was not long until she came.
She bucked against the bed hard, and was writhing so much it was
difficult to keep on licking and sucking her. Dan looked up at
me from between her thighs and smiled, telling me that I soon
would have the opportunity to do what he had just done.

Amy was excited and well lubricated, but Dan decided that it was
my turn to get fucked first. Every woman secretly has a fantasy -
being tongued while being fucked. One of the reasons we brought
Amy home was to fulfill that fantasy for me. Amy laid on her
back on the bed, and I straddled her face. She began to lick my
eager cunt before Dan even got behind me. She pressed a finger
against my moist hole, and teased me almost to the point of
orgasm. Dan pulled her finger out and filled the vacuum with his
cock. The feeling of his cock and her tongue at the same time
overwhelmed me, and my first orgasm came immediately. Amy
moaned, and I looked down to see her masturbating herself while
eating my cunt. The sight of this was enough to send me into
another orgasm. I had two more orgasms before it was over, and
she had at least two by her own hand. Dan’s pace increased
feverishly, and he was stroking my pussy longer, deeper and
faster. Soon he was ready to orgasm. Just before he came, he
pulled his cock out of my cunt, and came all over Amy’s face.

His sticky white cum was in her hair, on her face and on her neck
and breasts before he was done. I have never seen him cum so
much at one time. Dan reached for a towel, but I couldn’t let so
much come go to waste. I began licking his cum off of her smooth
skin. I licked her cheeks and eyelids, down her neck and onto
her breasts. Meanwhile, Dan had returned to his original post at
her clit, and brought her to her fourth orgasm of the night by
licking her cunt and fingering her. It wasn’t long before all
three of us were horny again and ready for more action.

At last it was time for Dan to fuck her. I wanted Amy to
experience the same pleasure that I had, but I have never eaten a
woman before. I wanted Dan to give me lesson since he is so good
at tongueing a woman. He parted her thighs, and spread her lips,
He pulled the top of her pubic mound so that her little clit was
sticking up in the air, a hard little penis just waiting for a
blow job. Her clit was easy to see and lick since she had a bald
crotch. He told me to lick that while he was shoving his cock
into her. Now to get into the position necessary to perform this
sexual feat, Dan laid flat on the bed, and Amy laid on top of him
with both of the facing the ceiling. I positioned myself between
both of their thighs. Her cunt had stopped dripping cum from
before, but was still wet and very inviting. I reached up with
my hands and caressed Amy’s breasts, and Dan began rubbing the
head of his penis around Amy’s tight anus. I grabbed the dildo
that was in the drawer under the waterbed, and spread some KY
jelly on it. I began licking her clit, which tasted warm and
salty, and not unappealing as I had feared. She began to writhe
and moan, so I slipped the dildo slowly into her cunt. It was a
big dildo, and I had difficulty pushing it all the way in, but
Amy didn’t seem to mind. She was moaning like a mad woman, and
Dan felt that she was ready to be butt-fucked. “Have you ever
been fucked in the ass, Amy?” Dan asked. Amy replied that she
had not, but as long as he was careful, she would be willing to
try it. He coated his cock with KY jelly, and pressed the big
head against the tight opening of her anus. I licked his balls
one last time, and then returned my attention to Amy’s throbbing
clit. In no time at all, she came. I guess the dildo, the
tongue and the cock really thrilled her. After she came once,
the dildo slid in and out of her bald box more easily, so I
became more aggressive with it. I shoved it deeper inside her,
following the lead that her moans were giving me. The dildo went
deep inside her with each thrust, and I am sure she felt my hand
against her cunt each time I stroked her deeply. Dan’s hard
shaft was moving quickly in and out of her tight anus, which had
a tight grip on his cock. Her juices mixed with the KY jelly
making a puddle in the bed. I had never been so close to this
type of action before, and I loved it. I reached under Amy’s ass
to stroke the sensitive area behind Dan’s balls, pressing a
finger against his anus. Shortly thereafter, Dan came in Amy’s
ass. Amy rolled over on the bed, and Dan rolled onto her. We
all lay on the bed together, exhausted and looking forward to a
good nights sleep (and breakfast…)

I first met Bonnie two years ago in a health club to which
we both belonged, and I was immediately struck by her strength,
beauty and femininity. An inch taller than my own 5′9″ and with
a powerful, muscular, yet shapely body that outweighed my own by
a good ten pounds, I was fastinated at the way she could outlift
most of the men at the club and struck up a conversation with
her. When she invited me to come home with her I accepted
eagerly.
However, I soon discovered what she had in mind for me.
Quickly changing into sensuous black tights that revealed every
muscle and curve of her fantastic body, she challenged me to a
friendly wrestling match. Almost drooling at the prospect of
physical contact with this gorgeous Amazon, I readily agreed, and
before I realized it she had me downstairs on a wrestling mat in
her gameroom. We closed, locking hands, and I held my own for a
moment or two while she tested my strength, but after that I
never had a chance. She was stronger and faster than I and knew
every trick in the book. She put me through a dozen holds in as
many minutes, maintaining each hold just long enough to ensure
that I couldn’t escape and then moving into the next one. She
finished me off by getting behind me, wrapping her powerful arms
around my chest, pinning my arms to my sides and lifting me
completely off the mat in a crushing bear hug that I thought
would cave in my ribs until I was completely limp with exhaus-
tion. Then she put me across her shoulders and gave me an
airplane spin that left my mind reeling. She finally ended the
contest–if you could call it that–by gripping my neck and
buttocks and heaving me up over her head, her arms fully extend-
ed, to hold me there, seemingly ten feet in the air, my nose
inches from the ceiling, while I struggled feebly to escape her
grip, and then tossing me on my back, stradding my chest and
pinning my shoulders to the mat with her knees.
After I had regained my breath and some semblance of com-
posure, she asked me if I thought I could beat her at anything.
I told her that I had done some boxing in college, but that I
would never dream of fighting a girl. She laughed and asked,
“What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll clean your clock for you?” and
produced two pair of boxing gloves. I hesitated, but finally
decided this girl needed a lesson, so I put them on and we
squared off. Initially, she seemed content to fight defensively;
I used every trick I knew, but she was incredibly fast, and her
bobbing and weaving caused me to miss almost every punch I threw.
The few that were on target she easily slipped or blocked.
Finally, in desperation, I threw a roundhouse right, but she
stepped inside it and, taking the initiative, began peppering me
with jabs and hooks to my face and body that came with blurring
speed and sent me reeling backward. I tried to cover up and
dodge her blows, but she seemed to anticipate my every move, and
the accuracy of her punches was phenomenal. In the next few
seconds she hit me thirty or forty times, and, although her
punches weren’t hard, my head was reeling from their cumulative
effect. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, her onslaught
stopped, and she stood watching me, a smile decorating her lovely
face as I swayed back and forth in front of her. “Nighty night,
lover,” she said softly. “No more lovetaps. I’m going to put
your lights out with one punch.” Alarmed, I started to back
away, but her body became a blur of motion, and then something
slammed into my jaw with the force of a sledgehammer, spun me
almost completely around and tumbled me backward into oblivion.
When I came to I was lying naked in her bed, and she was
lying on her side next to me looking down at me and running one
hand lightly up and down my body. Seeing my eyes open, she
chuckled and leaned down to kiss me lightly on the tip of my
nose. “Welcome back, baby,” she said. “I was beginning to think
you’d never come around.”
“How–how did I get here?” I blurted.
She laughed. “Why, I carried you up here, of course. After
I took your clothes off. You know, baby, you have a very nice,
soft, little body, just the kind I like to play with. And you
made a marvelous armful as I was carrying you up here, so cute
and cuddly. I think I’m going to have lots of fun with you.”
I gasped and tried to get up, only to find that both my
wrists were locked back over my head in the powerful grasp of her
left hand. As I continued to struggle I felt her other hand
slide between my thighs to firmly cup my penis and testicles in
her palm. I stopped struggling in a hurry. “What–what are you
going to do with me?” I stammered.
She grinned at my helplessness. “Can’t you guess? You
know, beating you up really turned me on in a big way. And that
soft, sexy little body of yours–well, it’s enough to drive a
girl wild. I damn near raped you just carrying you up here. But
now that I’ve got you in bed, baby, I’m going to bang you like
you’ve never been banged before. And you’re going to love every
minute of it.”
I gasped in dismay. That would be the final blow. Being
raped by a girl! The thought sent chills down my spine. “That–
that’s impossible!” I croaked.
She laughed. “Wanta bet? I’ll bet you your paycheck I can
do anything I want to with you. Watch!”
Still holding my wrists pinned behind my head with one hand
and my crotch firmly in the grip of her other hand, she lowered
her head to capture my mouth with her own in a crushing french
kiss that took my breath away. Then, before I could recover, she
was biting and kissing my face and neck with a passion that
amazed me. As she did so, I felt the hand cupping my crotch
start to massage and stroke me intimately, tickling the inside of
my thighs and caressing my testicles while I struggled helplessly
in her grip. Then I felt her hand grip my penis firmly, her
thumb over its tip, as she began to masturbate me. I gasped and
redoubled my efforts at resistance, but she quickly locked her
legs around mine and I was encased in a steel vice from which I
could not escape as she continued to manipulate my body at will.
I had never believe it possible for a woman to rape a man,
but Bonnie had me writhing with a throbbing erection within a few
minutes, as pangs of sexual desire flooded my body. I heard
myself moaning in mingled shame and passion, and as she finally
mounted me and took me inside her I thought I was going to climax
right then and there. Somehow, she stopped me. Something about
the way her hands held my body, that I haven’t figured out to
this day, brought me back from the brink until she was ready, and
then I heard her breathe, “Now!” and the world exploded in an
orgasm that filled my entire being, lifting me with her and
carrying me on a wave of ecstacy to heights I had never known
before.
When it was over, I lay limp and quivering beneath her as
she grinned down at me. “I think you just lost this week’s
paycheck, baby,” she told me softly. “And don’t tell me it
wasn’t worth it. From the way you were moaning, I’ll bet it was
the best you’ve ever had.” Despite being redfaced with shame, I
had to admit she was right, and when I said so she laughed. “For
what it’s worth, baby, you were pretty good yourself, good enough
that I think I may take you around a few more times before the
night is out. After that, well, we’ll see how you hold up.”
She was as good as her word. She held me helpless on the
bed and raped me again and again, so often I lost count. Even
when I thought I had no more to give her, somehow she brought me
to climax after climax, sometimes when it seemed that I was only
semiconscious, controlling my body with her hands and lips in a
way I would never have thought possible. There was no question
of my failing her–she wouldn’t let me fail her; even when I was
moaning and begging her to stop, although I swore my body could
feel nothing else, she would laugh and force me into another,
incredible orgasm.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, she let me up, forced
me to sign my weekly paycheck over to her as payment for the bet
she had made me (I didn’t recall accepting her bet, but with my
left arm twisted up behind my back I really had no choice),
helped me to get dressed and guided me on unsteady feet to the
door. As I opened the door she suddenly put her arms around my
waist and pulled me forward, crushing me against her and bending
me backward in a french kiss that took my breath away. Then,
stooping slightly, she wrapped her arms around my hips and
straightened, lifting me several inches off the floor, and backed
me against the door, looking up at me with a smile decorating her
lovely face. “You were good tonight, baby,” she said softly.
“So I’ll pick you up after work next Friday and we can spend next
weekend having some more fun. Wouldn’t you like that?”
I gasped. “I–I don’t know…” I stammered.
She chuckled. “I do. I’ll pick you up next Friday.
Bodily, if necessary.” She set me down and, with a pat on my
backside, sent me on my way.
That was the beginning. Every Friday night after that she
would be waiting for me after work in her convertible to take me
home with her. A couple of times I tried to resist, but she
simply reached out to take my wrist in a bonecrushing grip and
force me into the car. At her home, she would strip me naked,
change into tights and, after making me bet her my paycheck that
she could do whatever she wanted with me, spend the next hour or
so doing whatever she wanted with me. I tried to reason with
her, pointing out that she was leaving me nothing but my savings
to live on, but she simply laughed and told me to let her know
when my savings were exhausted. After a few weeks, when it
became apparent that I was completely defenseless against her,
she stopped going through the formality of betting me and would
simply take my paycheck and whatever else she wanted away from
me. After she had finished with me, and I was lying at her feet
either unconscious or sobbing and begging for mercy, she would
pick me up, throw me over her shoulder, carry me upstairs to her
bedroom and spend the rest of the night raping me until I finally
fainted from sheer exhaustion. She would make me spend Saturdays
helping her clean her apartment, and Saturday nights she would
take me out, either to dinner or to a movie before taking me to
my apartment, tossing me into my bed and raping me a couple more
times for good measure, leaving me Sunday to recover from my
ordeal. To make matters worse, after several weeks she started
taking me out with her friends, to whom she would brag about how
easily she could beat me up and rape me at will, paying no
attention to how embarrassing her boasts were to me. After a
while, her friends made no secret of their contempt for me,
referring to me as “Bonnie’s battered boyfriend” or “Bonnie’s
love toy.”
Then I began to notice that every couple of weeks or so she
would have added new weightlifting and bodybuilding equipment to
her gameroom (purchased with my money, undoubtedly!). During
this same period, subtle changes in her body began to become
apparent; her chest and shoulders became broader and deeper, her
body harder and her arms and legs bigger and more muscular, until
my own arms and legs seemed like broomsticks by comparison. She
even gained a couple of inches in height so that, now at an even
six feet, she towered three inches above me which, since she
always wore 5″ heels when we went out together, made me feel like
a small child when I stood next to her. Moreover, as she became
bigger and stronger, overpowering me on the wrestling mat or
beating me into submission in her new boxing ring became such a
quick and effortless exercise for her–and even more painful for
me–that she seemed almost bored. Finally she discovered that
she could arouse herself sexually by simply picking me up in her
hands and, holding me at arms’ length, tickling, squeezing,
bending and twisting my body at will while I screamed and
thrashed about helplessly in her grip. In short, she had become
a complete sadist, and my body had become her defenseless toy, to
be used or abused at her pleasure. Yet, after each of these
sessions when she had me in bed raping me, she gave me such
intense ecstacy that I found myself more and more willing to
endure the pain and humiliation which preceded her lovemaking.
There was one aspect of our relationship, however, that I
could not endure. That was the way she treated me in public. In
every way she made it clear to anyone watching us that, in
addition to towering over me, she was the stronger and dominant
partner. She would always walk ahead of me with long strides,
forcing me to trot to keep up with her. She would open doors for
me and order for me in restaurants. On the dancefloor, she would
lead, with her right arm firmly around my waist bending me
backward and molding my body to hers as we danced, my eyes about
level with her throat. Worst of all, she thought nothing of
fondling me in public, squeezing my buttocks or tickling the
inside of my thighs, or running her hands up and down my body
sensuously to stimulate an erection. Several times when we were
standing at a bar and a stool vacated next to us, she would reach
down, slide one hand under my buttocks and lift me effortlessly
off the floor to place me on the empty stool, much to the amuse-
ment of the others in the bar and to my embarrassment. When I
would plead with her to be a little more discreet, she would
laugh and asked me what I thought I could do about it, and I
could only lapse into helpless silence.
Finally my savings gave out and, when my landlord was
threatening to evict me, I tearfully pleaded with Bonnie to let
me keep enough money to at least pay my bills. Instead, she an-
nounced that I would move in with her and become her housemaid
and personal, live-in playtoy, and that for the privilege of
sharing her quarters and giving her my paycheck every week, I
would be obliged to take care of her home after work. She paid
off the balance of my rent and other bills, sold my few pieces of
furniture and moved me in with her. Although I was initially
concerned that my body could not stand on a daily basis the kind
of treatment to which she had been subjecting me each week, she
obviously had the same concern, for on week nights she contented
herself with lifting, tickling and fondling me, and only occasi-
onally making love to me, but always being careful not to hurt
me. Only on weekends did she give me the full treatment.
Nevertheless, I still found myself rebelling against her
fondling me in public, and the matter came to a head one night,
after I had been living with her about six weeks, when she was
entertaining her friends at her home. I was circulating through
the crowd serving drinks and hors d’oeuvres when I heard one of
Bonnie’s girl friends asking her when she was going to marry me.
Bonnie threw back her head and roared with laughter. “Marry
him!” she exclaimed. “Why should I marry him? I own him! He’s
my little toy. You don’t marry a toy; you play with it, and when
you get bored with it you throw it away.” Turning to me, where I
was serving drinks several feet away, she said, “Isn’t that
right, Baby Buns?”
I put the tray down and went over to her. “I didn’t hear
that,” I said.
She chuckled, put one arm around my waist and pulled me
against her. “I made up a little poem about you, Baby Buns. Want
to hear it?”
I flushed. “Well, I don’t know…”
“Well,” she said, “you’re going to whether you want to or
not. It’s called ‘My Little Instant Erection’. Here’s how it
goes:
When I tickle him he laughs.
When I spank him he cries.
When I squeeze him he screams.
When I fondle him he sighs.
He’s my personal playtoy
With an instant erection;
A snap of my fingers
And he’s ready for action.”

She slid one hand down under my buttocks and lifted me several
inches off the floor to plant a kiss on the end of my nose.
“Isn’t that right, Baby Buns? Tell my friend Jeannie what you
are to me.”
Beet red, I tried to spin away from her. “Bonnie,
please…” But her hand slid around my hips and forced itself
between my thighs to firmly encase my crotch and again lift me an
inch or two off the floor. And this time her voice had an edge
to it. “Tell Jeannie what you are to me,” she said again. “And
don’t make me tell you a third time.”
My voice quivering with embarrassment, I said quietly, “I’m
your playtoy.”
“My LITTLE playtoy. Right?”
I nodded, looking at the floor. “Yes. Your little playtoy.”
Bonnie chuckled and turned to face her friend. “See? Even
he knows what he is. And he loves every minute of it. Don’t
you, Baby Buns.”
Redfaced with shame, I nodded humbly.
Bonnie put her hands on her hips, looking down at me.
“Well,” she said quietly, “since you’re being so agreeable, why
don’t you get down on your knees and show the girls the only way
I’ll let you kiss me.”
That was too much. My face burning with embarrassment, I
whispered, “Bonnie, no. Please.”
She laughed and, placing one hand on top of my head, forced
me to my knees in front of her. She stepped forward, straddling
my body with her powerful legs, and then pulled my head up under
her skirt to mash my face firmly into her womanhood. “Open your
mouth, Baby Buns, and show the girls how you give your mistress
pleasure.”
I had no choice. My nose was buried between her legs, and I
couldn’t breathe. As I opened my mouth, my head was mashed up
even tighter into her hairy bush as she gave a deep sigh and then
released me. “That was pretty good, Baby Buns,” she chuckled.
“Any of you girls want to try this with him? If you get his nose
up there just right, it’s almost as good as the real thing!”
At that point something in my mind snapped. With a sob of
frustration and humiliation I spun away from her, rose to my
feet, whirled completely around and tried to backhand her across
the face. Although caught completely by surprise, she reacted
instantly, catching my wrist in a bonecrushing grip and bending
me backward across her thighs. “Did you see that?” she gasped.
“My little toy actually tried to hit me!” With that, she slid
one hand down my back to grasp my belt firmly and lift me bodily
off the floor, holding me at arm’s length like a sack of feathers
while I thrashed about helplessly in the grip of her single hand.
Carrying me to a high chair in the center of the room and
slamming me face down across her lap with a force that took my
breath away, she quickly pulled my pants and underwear down to
expose my bare buttocks. “Boys and girls,” she announced to her
guests, “you are about to witness how a real woman handles a
naughty little man toy who gets out of line.” And with that, she
proceeded to spank my bare bottom with the palm of her hand as
though I were a child.
I don’t know what hurt the most, the stinging power of her
big hand as it descended again and again with sledgehammer force
against my bare flesh or the realization that I, a grown man,
was being publicly spanked by this beautiful Amazon in front of
all our friends. Regardless, within moments I was screaming and
sobbing with pain and humiliation as I thrashed helplessly in her
steel grip, unable to even slow the tempo of her blows. How long
she continued to spank me I don’t know; all I remember is that
toward the end my body was engulfed in a swirling cauldren of
pain and I was sobbing and begging incoherently for her to stop.
Finally she did, lifting me off her lap and setting me on my feet
only to grip my buttocks again with a single hand that sent fiery
fingers of pain shooting through my body and march me, with my
feet barely touching the floor, to a corner of the room and stand
me there, facing the wall with my nose pushed firmly into the
corner. “For the rest of this night, little toy,” she told me
grimly, “you will stand in this corner with that blistered rear
of yours in plain sight for all the girls to see and play with,
and you will not take your eyes off that wall. Do you under-
stand?”
“Y-yes,” I sobbed. “Whatever you–you say.”
And so for the rest of that evening I stood there, facing
the wall, my nose firmly in the corner, with my pants and drawers
down around my ankles and my blistered rear exposed for all to
see and fondle. And they did, much to my physical and psycholog-
ical discomfort. Finally, after several hours, they left, and
Bonnie came over to the corner to get me. Sliding one arm around
my waist, she picked me up, tucked securely under her arm, and
carried me to the center of the room, where she stood me on my
feet in front of her, my eyes barely reaching to her shoulder in
the six inch heels she was wearing. Cupping my chin in her thumb
and forefinger, she tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at
her. “Now, little toy man,” she said grimly, “you’re going to
clean up this mess starting right now. And when you’ve finished,
I’d better be able to eat off the floor or you’ll get another
session across my knee that will make the last one feel like love
pats. I’ll be waiting for you upstairs when you’re finished, and
I don’t want to have to wait too long. So hop to it!” As she
turned to go, she hesitated. “And by the way, if you ever try to
hit me in public again, I’ll break you in two like the ten cent
toy you are. Any questions?”
N–no,” I said, and started cleaning up the mess. When I
was finished, I went upstairs, where she made me sleep at the
foot of her bed, under her heel where, as she had said earlier, I
belonged. For the entire next week, as further punishment for my
attempted rebellion, she forced me to satisfy her with oral sex,
permitting me absolutely no sexual pleasure or satisfaction what-
soever. When she finally did relent and take me to bed with her,
however, she gave me orgasm after orgasm at heights I had never
before experienced, even at her hands, and by the time she had
finished all I wanted was to please her and to be taken into her
body and become a part of her.
We have lived together ever since. Contrary to what she
said that night, she has never tired of me, at least not yet.
And I am content to be the male love toy of my beautiful, Amazon-
ian mistress.

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