Bend over Bundle (4 page)

“
In... hold... out... hold...” she said, leaning into him. Her
voice, the feeling of his breath coming back under her control, and
the warmth of her breasts on his back made him fall back into
trance. Her finger inside him seemed right, as though he had been
empty there before. She slid in and out of him, in rhythm with his
breathing. The finger was joined by one of its fellows, and crooked
in to touch his prostate. He choked, as his cock lurched under him,
restrained by his body weight.

She
stood and walked over to the cabinet. She considered its contents
for a while, while he watched her. He felt nervous, but also
desperate to feel her inside him again. He felt precum leaking from
his cock into the bedspread. She removed a cane, a moderate sized
butt plug and a pair of clamps connected by a silver
chain.

He
had barely exchanged a dozen words with this woman, and he was
preparing to let her shove everything but the kitchen sink up him.
He rolled over, breathing hard.

“
Um... Meleah, I’m not sure about this...”

“
Oh?” Her eyes lowered to his achingly hard, dripping cock,
and the wet spot it had left on the bedspread. “Here’s how it
works. Green for go, amber for slow down, red for stop. Got it?”
She stroked him tenderly. “I’m not going to break you. I like you.”
She followed his eyes to the plug and clamps. “You can take it. And
you’ll love it.” She half smiled and leaned down to take his tip
into her mouth. Her tongue swirled round the tip, collecting the
fluid of his arousal. “You’re as wet as a girl for me.”

His
cock twitched at that. Somehow, his nervousness was turning him on
even more, as it showed what an extreme situation he was in. He
closed his eyes and felt her fingers on him again, stroking his
cock teasingly with her finger and thumb. Presently, he felt the
coolness of lube on his hole, followed by the buttplug. Though it
had looked far thicker than her slender fingers, it actually felt
more comfortable in his arse, perhaps because it was smoother and
more tapered. His breathing slowed and deepened. He felt her tongue
flicker around his slit again, but he opened his eyes too slowly.
She looked into his eyes, smiling, and teasingly licked her lips.
He smiled back.

“
You
have a lovely smile. It’s what made me want you. I couldn’t stop
picturing that smile as you lay under me.”

“
Um,
thanks... I’ve never done anything like this before... the um,
S&M thing...”

“
But
you’ve wanted to?” He couldn’t escape her pale blue
gaze.

“
Um... well...” He hadn’t thought about it in those terms, but
now he thought over some of his previous exploits... He’d always
been in the dominant position, and had been lauded on his
performances, but now he realised... the reason he made such a good
top was because he knew, deep within himself, what a bottom wanted.
Because he wanted it himself. “I suppose I did... but I didn’t
know...”

“
It
was the same for me, I think. When I got fucked, I liked it as
rough as possible. Then I realised, I was picturing myself as the
guy, doing all the fucking and hairpulling and saying filthy shit
in my ear. I found a switch guy to play with and...” she shrugged,
smirking.

He
felt the buttplug being removed, and he moaned at its motion over
his prostate, followed by the disappointing sensation of emptiness.
She soon replaced it, but this one felt bigger than
before.

“
Ouch!” She stopped, and pulled it back out, adding more lube.
She slid it back in, more slowly this time, and started fucking him
with it, adding extra millimetres with each thrust, until he could
take the whole thing without difficulty. He moaned, feeling the
pressure against his prostate increased. The fluid was flowing
freely from his cock now. She had no need to add any lubricant as
she took his cock gently in her thumb and forefinger, and began
wanking him in the most slow, teasing way he had ever experienced.
His arse clenched with every slow pulse, trying to speed the
process, but she stuck to her same, dogged pace, keeping his cock
tingling on the edge of the edge, but never slipping over. Each
time his buttocks compressed, the plug in his arse made itself
known to him again.

She
drew her hand away, slowly, and he sighed.

“
Please...”

“
I
don’t want to spoil you too much. I want to see what you can do
with your tongue. If you please me, I might let you come,” she
said. “Might.”

She
swung her hips over him again, and now he had a worm’s eye view of
her body. Her pale hips seemed even wider and her waist narrower,
and she had her hands on her gorgeous tits, slowly stroking her
nipples, with her precum moistened fingers. He felt a little faint
as she suspended herself over his face. He stretched out his
tongue, but her pussy was just out of reach. As he tried to lift
his head, she grabbed his hair and held it down. She lowered
herself just a little, allowing him to just contact her clit, which
swelled out between her lips.

The
first taste of her sweetness on her tongue made his ignored cock
lurch. He sucked his tongue to make it as wet as possible, then
started delicately flicking her clit, just on the very tip. She
purred in response, stroking his hair with the hand that wasn’t
squeezing her nipple. He kept the same rhythm up until she moved
down a little lower. Now he could lap at her, tasting and touching
her whole vulva in his journeys. She tilted her hips just a little,
so he could thrust his tongue inside her. The little choked cry of
delight she gave turned him on more than he could believe; he
started tongue fucking her, daring to put his hands on her hips to
pull her down more onto his face. She tolerated this at first, but
slapped his hands off and raised herself up again, making him
return to his first technique, the delicate, shy attention on the
rose pink head of her clit.

They
alternated between these two modes for a few iterations. Meleah
occasionally murmured “Up a little... less now... harder” but
generally, Mark required little direction. He seemed to have formed
a connection already, which let him interpret her movements and
noises. His lover was getting closer and closer. Finally she said
“Use your fingers on my G spot,” her voice notably huskier than
before. He was nothing loath to slide his fingers into his
goddess’s cunt, crooked them in and added gentle pulsing pressure
to the attentions of his tongue on her clit. He was rewarded by a
gush of fluid, accompanied by his fingers being squeezed vice tight
by the muscles of her cunt.

When
her orgasm subsided, she lay down beside him, snuggled into his
arm. His cock ached with accumulated pressure, but he knew better
than to touch it. Her fingers wrapped around his upper arm, and
squeezed. He yelped and then bit his lip, consciously relaxed and
made his body soft and warm for her. He looked at her pale body in
his broad, bronzed arms, and marvelled at how someone so small had
taken him over in a twinkling and led him into perversions which,
if made public, would have him blackballed from every club he held
membership at.

Her
fingers lazily trailed down to his cock, and stroked him, barely
grazing the skin. His arse clenched around the plug inside it, and
he caught his breath.

“
I
think my plaything deserves a reward.”

She
stood and walked back over to the cabinet. This time, she took out
a dildo, about the size of Mark’s own appendage. His stomach
lurched— he had had several compliments on his size, and he had no
doubt what her plans for it were. She also took out an expensive
looking leather harness, whose straps she pulled up over her hips.
She placed the dildo into the harness’s central O-ring, and let it
hang there obscenely between her legs, standing before him, taking
in the look of fear and lust and excitement in his face.

She
took a step forward.

“
Suck.”

She
thrust into his mouth, and pushed the back of his head forward.
Mark found his mouth completely full. He sucked on it as best he
could, but then gave over, simply letting her fuck his mouth as she
pleased. She yanked it out as suddenly, and moved her palm over his
dick, still sticky with precum, and wiped his fluids over the head
of her cock. She held the tip just out of his reach, as she had
done with her clit.

“
I
want you to know how good you taste, plaything.”

With
some approbation, he took her cock back into his mouth. He did
taste good; his precum didn’t taste too different to her juices,
with an underlying tang. An acquired taste, but one he would have
no difficulty picking up. The stigma of everything he had done that
evening, or had done to him, now no longer seemed shaming, as he
had done it to please her. Though he would forever feel like he had
a naughty secret inside, like a pair of lace panties under a
business suit.

When
she had had her fill of his mouth, she moved him so his arse was at
the end of the bed, and gently pulled out the plug. She pumped a
liberal amount of lube along the head and length of her cock,
though it already glistened with his spit. Just before she stepped
between his legs and put the tip at his opening, he saw himself in
the mirror, his legs open and his hungry hole glistening and
pulsing. Being so debased made him feel like any touch on his cock
would make him explode.

She
lay a comforting hand on his chest and he closed his eyes. He felt
her gently slide in the tip of her cock and rested against him for
a moment. He let his breath out as she slid in him; there was no
pain, as she had prepared him too thoroughly for that. But the
length and girth of the thing were unignorable. He felt utterly
full. She began to fuck him slowly, pulsing just the first few
inches in and out, gradually increasing the length she put into him
millimetre by millimetre, until finally a cock as big as his own
was fully in his arse.

“
Open your eyes.” she told him. He obeyed, and was at once
transfixed by the sight of her full, lovely tits, her plum nipples
as hard as his erection, bounced as she fucked him. His desperate
cock lolled from side to side, drooling for her touch. Finally she
took hold of him again with her thumb and forefinger, slowly
sliding the skin up and down. He watched through his drooping
eyelids as his scarlet glans winked in and out under his foreskin,
in time with her thrust.

Whenever his balls rose to high to the base of his cock, she
let go. Mark lost count of how many times she brought him to the
brink, only to frustrate him again. When he had almost given up
hope of being allowed to come, he looked up at her beautiful, cruel
face in total surrender.

She
grinned and began stroking him with her whole hand, angling her
cock up to hit his tortured prostate. The intensity of his orgasm
nearly made him black out; his abs contracted so hard that he
jack-knifed against the bed. He felt his hot cum hit his face, his
chest, his shoulders. He cried out so loud he feared her neighbours
would hear. When the spasms finally began to subside, his eyes half
opened, and her face swam into focus. She smiled, as tenderly as a
new mother towards her babe, and stroked his cum splashed
face.

“
Such a good boy.”

She
pulled out, leaving him empty once more, and he shut his eyes
again. He was vaguely aware of her cleaning up the toys, and
returning with a wet cloth to remove the cum and lube that seemed
to drench his body. Once cleaned, she lay beside him, that damned
grin still on her face.

“
So
how did you like that?

“
I
loved it. I was terrified, and part of me wanted to run away. But I
wanted more and more.”

“
More, huh? Well... I should warn you, I’m a very busy person.
I’m working on my MBA, and I have other commitments. Other males,
too,” she said, catching his eye to make sure he understood. “But
you, I like. I would see you again.”

“
Thank you... Miss?”

“
Maestra.”

“
Thank you, Maestra.”

Strap on Initation

I
always have fun when I go and visit my big brother in the city, but
last time was a real trip to remember.

Trey's nine years older than me, but we get on great. Every
summer for the last six years, he invites me to stay with him for a
week. The stated reason for these visits is for me to get some
culture: art galleries, theatre, musical performances, et cetera.
We do enough of that to please Mum and Dad, and I enjoy it too:
Trey has a way of making even the driest events fun, by pointing
out and explaining the parts he knows will interest me. But the
main reason for these trips, in my thinking, is a much needed break
from my life of constant scrutiny and pressure from my parents and
assorted teachers and coaches. I do love them, but they don't seem
to realise that I need to relax as well as study and practice.
Without being big headed about it, I'm pretty smart; I don't need
to study as hard as they think I need to. So a week without them
constantly on my shoulder gives me time to breathe.

When
I got off the train, Trey was right there, beaming at me. He had
grown a beard since I last saw him, and it suited him. I'm eighteen
and can hardly grow a moustache. Trey says his beard didn't really
come in until he was twenty five, so I reckon there's still hope.
"Eddie!" he boomed, and gave me a bear hug. I hugged back,
grinning. He slapped my back and strode off. I used to have trouble
keeping up with him, but now I'm an inch taller than him I can
match him stride for stride. We soon reached the car park and set
off for his place. Technically my dad owns Trey's place, but he
lives there rent free. My dad gets some income from renting out the
other room, and Trey has lived with some real characters over the
years. It's a shifting cast, and part of the excitement of coming
to stay is seeing who he has the luck or misfortune to have in the
upstairs bedroom. But right now, the flat was empty, so we sat at
the kitchen table and cracked a couple of beers. I'd had my first
taste of alcohol at this same table, four years ago. Drinking with
Trey was relaxing: no pressure to get wasted like with my friends.
I sipped on it slowly and shot the shit about what we had been
doing since we last saw each other. I had finally finished high
school. The feeling of being done was weird, but good. I was going
to be following in Trey's footsteps in the autumn, studying law at
the same ancient university. I would even be staying in the same
student halls he had stayed in all those years ago.