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Bad Boys And Bondage [MultiFormat]
eBook by Powerone

eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
eBook Description: Our resident master of BDSM is back with a new treasure for fan of dominance and submission fiction: BAD BOYS AND BONDAGE is what you want and MORE! Mothers always tell their daughters to stay away from Bad Boys, but daughters never listen. Sandy was becoming bored and restless with her life of predictable, plain vanilla sex. Then Sandy discovered the thrill she had been missing in ropes, bondage, exhibitionism and menage a trois. Each session left Sandy craving more. But when a sexy auto racer stole her heart, Sandy found herself embroiled with a real Bad Boy. And the worse he treated her, the more she was excited her beyond her wildest expectations. He pushed her beyond her limits, taking her farther over the edge each time. Could Sandy come back to "normality" = did she even want to? The Bad Boys and Bondage will take you to places that you can never return from or want to.

eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2012


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Chapter 1

Perfect Lover

"Damn!" She cried out as she slammed on the brakes, her bumper only inches from the one in front of her when her car stopped. She hated the traffic, and today was no different than every other day, though she was a little more impatient, but it had been going on for a month now. She couldn't put her finger on it; maybe it was just the heat of the summer.

It was hot and humid as Sandy took the John Belk Freeway home as the air conditioner tried to keep up with the ninety plus heat. It was only ten miles from Time Warner Cable, where she worked as a marketing analyst to home, but the traffic barely moved; too many cars broken down, unable to take the heat. Three more exits and she could get off. Her fingers strummed her impatience on the steering wheel.

She took to the breakdown lane for the last twenty feet to finally get on the off ramp; the traffic was lighter as she turned onto North Tyron. She picked up speed the closer she got to home; finally, she pulled into the underground garage of the condo building she lived in. She saw Misty's car in her parking space, surprised that she was home. As soon as Sandy opened the car door, she felt the humidity. She was glad for the coolness in the elevator as she took it to the third floor. The hallway was even cooler, her key out by the time she got to the door. She opened it; the air felt like it came from the refrigerator, Misty always liked it colder than necessary.

"Misty," she yelled out. When it was this cold inside the condo during the summer, it was a good bet that Misty was naked and masturbating on the bed. Sandy had walked in on her too many times, though it never bothered Misty. Sandy felt a little uncomfortable when it happened.

Misty came out, a thin robe covered her naked body. Her blonde hair was mussed, and Misty felt unfulfilled, Sandy interrupted her just when she was ready to cum. "How was your day?"

"Glad it's over and it's the weekend. How did your interview go?" Misty was always between jobs or so it seemed. For the three years that they shared the condo, she must have had a dozen jobs, the last one for only six months. Misty never seemed to be interested in a career, more interested in a paycheck that would let her live her life the way she wanted.

"I got it. I'm the merchandising assistant for a small women's boutique chain. The good thing is I get a big discount. Pay's pretty good, and I have weekends off." That was the most important thing, the weekends off and the clothes discounts. Misty loved clothes, though her taste was far from the conservative clothes Sandy wore. Her taste in men was the opposite also.

Sandy walked over and hugged her, glad that she would have enough money to pay the rent. She liked Misty in spite of their differences or maybe because of them. She couldn't understand some of the things that Misty did, but deep down, she wished that she had the same spirit for adventure and life as Misty did. "How about celebrating tonight? We'll take you out to dinner?" We meant Sandy's boyfriend Ben. She saw the look on Misty's face. Ben was nothing like any of the men that Misty dated. Ben was loving, considerate, handsome and intelligent. They had been dating for three years now. Misty's boyfriends, if you could call them that, were more like friends with benefits, flashy, flamboyant, inconsiderate and rude. One day Misty was sleeping with one of them, the next he was gone, and she was on to the next boyfriend, no thought of the last one. It didn't bother Misty at all; Sandy would have been devastated each time if it happened to her

Misty didn't have any plans for tonight, so she accepted to be polite. She got along well with Sandy, but Ben was a different story. They were like oil and water together. It was as though he was Sandy's husband or father, not her boyfriend. He took their relationship for granted, nothing exciting or spontaneous about anything they did. Misty almost felt sorry for their sex life if it was as boring as she thought it was. "I'd love to. I haven't seen Ben in a while," she lied.

"It'll be fun; let me call him." Sandy went into her bedroom so she could talk to him in private. She closed the door as she speed dialed the number. He picked up on the second ring, he always did.

"Hi, honey," Ben waited to hear her voice.

"Hi, sweetheart. How is your day going?"

"It's Friday and after my week I am glad it is the end. I can't wait to see you tonight."

"Sorry you had such a lousy week, but I have good news. Misty got a job, a good one."

"That's great." He was glad; at least she would be able to pay her part of the rent. He never saw what Sandy saw in her, but they were good friends in spite of their obvious differences. As long as Misty paid her rent, he couldn't complain much. Most of the time, she was gone; she slept with anyone she ran into.

"I thought we would celebrate." Sandy hesitated before she finished. "And take her out for dinner." There was silence on the other end of the line.

Ben tried to make his voice upbeat, but it was hard. After a long, hard week at work, the last thing he wanted to do was have dinner with Misty. "That's a great idea. It's been a while," thank God for that. He could only take so much of her. At least she didn't rub off on Sandy. Sandy was more levelheaded and practical. "How about McNinch House?" Ben loved fine-dining restaurants.

"I was thinking of Vida Mexican Kitchen y Cantina at Epicentre. It's more Misty's type of place. After all, it is her celebration." Misty loved margaritas, lots of margaritas. There was the pause, and then, Ben answered.

"I'll get us reservations; eight okay with you?" Maybe it would be loud, and he wouldn't have to do much talking with Misty.

"Yes, that's great. See you then, Ben." She hung up the phone. She would tell Misty in a while, sure that she was finishing up what she started in her bedroom. She heard the faint hum of her vibrator through the thin walls. It wouldn't be long now.

Ben hugged her as soon as she opened the door. He felt her lovely breasts push against his chest, his hand went to her waist so he could draw her lower body against him, letting her feel his erection, wanting to make sure that she knew that he would be making love to her tonight. They kissed passionately in the open doorway. His tongue went into her mouth; Sandy responded with the same vigor. Their bodies meshed as though they belonged together.

He finally broke the kiss and came into the condo. Sandy closed the door behind him. She looked at him, sandy brown hair that was always impeccably in place down to the last strand, even if she messed it up. He was handsome, a slight tan from the summer, his body lean from working out three times a week at the gym next to work, firm but not too muscular. He was a little short of six feet, five inches taller than Sandy. She met him at the school, University of North Carolina at Charlotte when she was a senior and he was a grad student. They both majored in business, an undergraduate degree in marketing for Sandy, a MBA in finance for Ben. He had a great job as a financial analyst for Bank of America. Even with the tough economic environment, he moved up the ranks in the last couple of year. "I missed you, Sandy."

His cock was hard every time he saw her. Her blonde hair was short for the summer, barely to her collar. She was the most beautiful woman in the world as well as smart. Her breasts were full and pointed, her nipples felt like they stabbed into his chest when she was aroused. Her legs were trim, but it was her ass that always caught his attention, firm, full buttocks without the slightest bit of sag. She worked out to keep her body trim and fit for him. They made love as though they were one, knowing exactly what the other wanted without asking. He never failed to make her cum; she knew just the right things to do to make him cum. He knew they would marry one day, just not sure when. "My lousy week goes away as soon as I see you." He couldn't be happier. Then, it went away as soon as Misty walked in. "Congratulations, Misty. You'll have to tell me about your new job at dinner." He wasn't surprised by the way she was dressed. She wore a Mexican peasant blouse that hung off of her shoulders, leaving a wide expanse of cleavage visible. If she moved the wrong way, her breasts would spill free but no doubt she wouldn't mind. Her skirt was full and short with a pair of sandals on her feet. It looked like she just crossed the Rio Grande illegally, was a hooker or both. Ben was glad that Sandy wore a nice short-sleeve pullover with a short skirt that showed off her tight ass.

Misty sat in the back seat of Ben's BMW, Sandy turned sideways so they could talk to her, but Ben was more interested in Sandy's long legs that were revealed by the short skirt than the conversation. His cock got harder the more he looked. He couldn't wait to feel Sandy's soft hand curl around his erection and excite him. She never took him in her mouth, but he hoped that once they were married, she would do that for her husband. For now, he was okay with it, even though he often licked her pussy. She would always fight him off at first, but she finally succumbed to the pleasure he gave her.

The night wasn't unpleasant, the restaurant was crowded and noisy, so lapses of silence weren't out of the ordinary. Misty's job was just what she needed, nothing taxing or overpowering, just enough to keep her busy and pay her enough to live on. That is all she seemed to want, so Ben was okay with it. She wasn't like Sandy who wanted a career and was willing to work for it, doing what was necessary.

Misty flirted with the waiters and anyone else she could find, but that was Misty and Sandy had learned to live with it. Sandy couldn't deny that Misty attracted men wherever she went, though they weren't the type of men that Sandy wanted to attract. Even when only Misty and she went out, the men never paid much attention to her, all of them gathered around Misty. It was as though they knew where the action was. Am I that obviously boring and uninteresting, or where they just looking for a sure thing for the night?

Dinner passed quickly, the conversations short over the loud noise in the restaurant. It was only eleven when they left, but Misty already had too much to drink, louder and more boisterous than usual.

Ben was glad when she said it.

"Drop me off at Maxwell's on the corner. I have to meet someone." It was the corner bar within walking distance of their condo. They had a small band that played on the weekends, not great, but you could dance to it. It was mainly for the locals, so Misty knew all of them.

He wondered what his night would be like, now that he could be alone with Sandy. "Sure, but be careful walking home," Ben warned her, but she thought she was invincible, so she never listened.

"I'll be late," Misty said as she got out of the car, knowing that Ben would be spending the night with Sandy. The last thing in the world she wanted to come face to face with was the two of them naked in bed together. The thought of Ben fucking almost seemed comical. She imagined him giving Sandy step-by-step instructions as they fucked; it was missionary style for sure.

They were quiet the last block to the condo, Ben happy that he was alone with Sandy. He put his hand around her waist as they took the elevator up to her condo. His condo was just as nice as Sandy's, but for some reason, he spent more nights at hers than she did at his. It didn't bother him, easier for him to go home in the morning than to have to try to get Sandy to leave. He still liked his time alone; maybe that is why he never popped the question.

Sandy almost knew what would happen by heart, the scene played out the same way each time. As soon as the door closed behind them, they walked to the bedroom. Not even a word or two on the couch, Ben wanted her and wanted her now.

He kissed Sandy as they stood in front of the bed, the door already closed so that they wouldn't be interrupted if Misty decided to come home unexpectedly. Sandy felt him press up against her, his cock already hard, but she knew that, gazing at the front of his pants as they took the elevator up. She was proud that she could make him that way. He moved his hips from side to side as he rubbed his erection against her pussy. She began to concentrate on him and his cock to get into the mood. His hands went behind her and slid down her back until both of his palms cupped her ass. His hips urged up and down now, as though he was fucking her standing up as he held her. His cock slid along her slit, he rubbed her until she felt the familiar wetness between her legs. He kissed her, their lips meshed until they were one; tongues danced through open lips and dueled in the hot depths of their mouths.

Ben stepped away from her, but it was only temporary. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled Sandy between his legs so he could touch her and she could touch him. He took her hand and brought it over to his cock, her fingers curled around it affectionately, Ben unable to stop the spasms of pleasure on his cock from her fingers.

She touched his cock as she did a thousand times, the same reaction, the flesh quivered in anticipation and excitement. Her fingers curled tight around the shaft to keep it from getting away. She looked up and saw the smile of pleasure on Ben's face as her fingers began to move up and down the shaft. She waited until he began to undress her. His fingers slid up her belly and cupped her breasts. He went instantly to her nipples; the tip of two fingers teased them until she felt them respond as if they were trained. The fingers became more insistent and pinched them as her hand began to move quicker over his cock. She had to release his cock when she raised her arms so he could take her pullover off, but her hand went instantly back to the job of making him harder. He pulled her closer to him so his hands could go around her back, Sandy felt her bra unsnapped with the familiar touch of his hands on the clasp. She didn't move as the bra fell away from her breasts, Sandy didn't need it to keep her young, firm breasts up. It was time for her other hand to go to his balls; she clenched her hand gently as she cradled his balls. Ben moved slightly from the first touch, but she continued to squeeze his balls as her other hand slid up and down the pulsating flesh of his cock beneath his pants.

He pulled her bra off before she used her other hand, jerking from the first touch in spite of knowing what she would do. Her hand was so soft and gentle on his balls as he stared at her soft, youthful breasts naked for his desires. Her other hand began to masturbate him more vigorously as he grew more excited. His fingers returned to her nipples; this time, the tips of them hard like little pebbles, so easy of a target for his touch. He teased them gently, a finger rubbed back and forth over the very tips until they responded and grew from the attention. He cupped them in each of his palms, gently cradling her full breasts.

She knew that she would keep masturbating him with her hand until she was completely naked for him. His hands explored her naked breasts before they moved to the single button on her skirt. With a deft flick of his fingers, it was opened, followed by the soft hiss of her zipper as he pulled it down. It didn't take long until the skirt was a puddle on her feet, Sandy stood in her thong for him. She kicked the skirt aside as he stared at her pussy. He was growing eager now, the thong slid down her legs and off her feet until she was naked. She felt the wetness between her pussy lips as she stood there naked in front of him like a sex slave for her Master.

"Take out my cock, Sandy." He said it with authority, yet still gentle.

Her agile fingers moved and opened his belt, the snap on his pants next before she used one hand to hold the top of his pants while she grabbed the zipper. She pulled it down, his cock covered by his shorts slowly revealed, but his organ jumped in expectation of being freed. He stood up as she pulled his pants down and took off his shoes. She kneeled submissively at his feet without looking up as she took off his socks. Her hands ran up the inside of his thighs as she looked up to see the jerking cock hidden only by his boxers, unable to stop the quivering flesh from trying to escape. This was always the awkward part when she took his shorts off and revealed his cock naked to her. Kneeling, it was only inches from her face and mouth. She knew what he desired, but no matter how hard he tried, she resisted. She had never taken a man in her mouth, unable to fathom the thought of it leaking cum to coat her taste buds, never mind the ultimate degradation of having Ben cum in her mouth. Her hands moved quickly to his naked cock to soothe his pleasures, her fingers curled around the hot flesh. She couldn't help but notice the shiny cum that already glistened on the head. Her fingers had no choice but to touch it, but it would never enter her mouth.

They were both naked, Ben excited as her soft hands stroked his cock. He put his hand on her head, a slight pressure until he felt her usual response, pushing back against his urging hands. She never took him in her mouth, not even a kiss on his cock. If there is one thing she could learn from Misty, Ben was sure that this would be it. He put it out of his head as her hand cupped his heavy-laden balls and her other hand took long passes up and down his shaft. Her fingers held his cock tightly, yet still; she let her hand slide up and down. His cock quivered when her fingers rubbed over the thick ridge on the head, a shudder and then a drop of precum leaked out. Her fingers had no choice, running over the head and gathering up the slick juices to make it easier for her to stroke him.

She went about the job of masturbating his cock as he lorded over her, a girlfriend's dutiful job to excite him. She had done it so many times that she knew every inch of his cock, though she explored his cock with her fingers as though it was the first time. Ben liked her to do that. She could feel the blood pounding in the thick veins that ran around the shaft like vines on a tree. She knew he was sensitive just beneath the thick ridge around the head, using the tip of her fingernail to explore it while her hand held the jerking organ that tried to get away. Her finger finally ran around the smooth head, found the tiny hole in the head and rubbed it back and forth until Ben rewarded her with a drop of hot, sticky cum. She ran the liquid over the head, more drops dripped out that she used to lubricate the shaft. Ben still had not touched her pussy, not her turn yet. During foreplay, they never did it together; always, one touched and the other had the pleasure, never both at the same time. Sandy had gotten used to this as though it was the only way. He cock grew bigger and harder. It was her time now.

He helped Sandy up from her knees, disappointed when her hands left his cock, but he grew just as excited when he explored her body. He laid her down on the bed, her arms over her head, leaving her body open for his hands. He kissed her first, a passionate kiss, his cock rubbed on her naked thigh and quivered with excitement. His mouth moved down her soft neck. He bit lightly as Sandy turned her head to the side to give him more access. His hands were on her naked breasts before his mouth reached them. Her nipples were ready for his mouth, hard and wanting.

She spread her legs slightly, not wanting to be too lewd, even though he made no attempt to touch her there. She felt his hot, wet lips engulf one of her nipples. He sucked it deep into his mouth as his tongue went to work on it, rubbed back and forth across the erogenous flesh until the blood rushed to the tip in pleasure. His other hand kept the other nipple hard; his mouth went back and forth between them; his tongue licked along her deep cleavage as it moved from one breast to the other. She arched her back just the way he liked her to do as she pushed her breasts and nipples further into his searching mouth. She gave out a moan.

Ben had her squirming on the bed already and he had not touched her pussy yet. He knew just the right things to do to excite her. The next part was the hardest for her, Ben still training her to accept his oral advances, even after years of lovemaking. His tongue ran over her belly as his hands began to push open her legs. He could smell the heat of her arousal the closer he got to her pussy. He put his head on her belly, staring down at her neatly trimmed bush. His fingers fanned out over her mound, as he excited the follicles of pubic hair. Her hips began to rise up in arousal.

She felt the first tingles of excitement as his fingers raced over her bush. She often thought of being shorn down there and how it would feel, but she knew that Ben would object. Sandy wondered how different it would feel if her mound was naked. His fingers became more insistent as they plucked open her pussy lips, strong fingers dug into them to hold them tight as he peeled her open. She couldn't contain the gasp from her lips when his fingers found her open slit and touched her soft insides. She knew he could feel her juices flow freely.

He blew on her pussy as he opened her up, knowing it would alert her to his intentions. He moved lower on the bed so his head could follow his hands. He rubbed her pussy as he felt her juices coat her inner lips so profusely. She was excited.

His hot breath blew on her pussy, her hands moved down to defend herself. She hated when he kissed her down there. She felt that she should reciprocate with her mouth, and she refused to do that. Her hands went onto his head, but he ignored her as his mouth moved down. He was between her legs as he forced them to part. His head trapped her legs open. "No, please don't, Ben," she begged, but his tongue already licked up the inside of her thighs. She could feel his hot breath blow on her pussy, his fingers kept her open as his mouth neared her sex. She tried to push him away, but he was adamant. "AAAAWWHHHH!" It wasn't that she didn't like it; it was that she didn't want to reciprocate with her own mouth. When his tongue found her pussy lips and curled up like his finger, her body shuddered in pleasure. Her legs opened wider; her defenses crumbled by the touch of his tongue as it explored her. Her arms went back over her head in surrender; Sandy succumbed to his oral pleasure of her body.

He went about the task of orally taking her. He enjoyed the taste of her arousal as his nose inhaled her musty scent. She grew wetter with each broad swipe of his tongue. His fingers pulled open her lips until they were like wings, which left the pink inner lips open for his tongue to excite. Her hips began to move, slowly at first. His fingers went to her opening; one finger slowly stretched her tight hole open. She was tight as a virgin, as though they had never made love. He pushed his finger inside her, felt her muscles tighten when he twisted his finger, but he didn't stop. He went deeper inside her, his knuckles passed through the tight hole as her hot hole began to swallow up his finger.

She felt the finger inside her as it prepared her for his cock. It felt good as Sandy succumbed to the pleasure that was building in her body. His mouth and now his finger possessed her. She moaned softly, but she couldn't stop her body from moving. His tongue replaced the finger in her pussy. It moved back and forth as it penetrated deeper inside her. Ben's hands slid under her body, grabbed her buttocks and raised her up. He had the full plane of her sex opened up, and now, Sandy couldn't tell the difference between the sensations of his fingers or his tongue, Ben moved so fast that she was blinded by the pleasure he gave her.

She squirmed beneath him; Ben took her with the mastery that he had induced in her over the years. She was a puppet to his sexual prowess. Her pussy opened up like a spring flower for him to devour, and devour he did. He turned his body on the bed so he was facing the opposite way, pushing his hips forward until he knew his cock was only inches from her head. He waited with bated breath, though he knew his chances were slim; there were always the anticipation that she might succumb and take his cock in her mouth.

She had her eyes closed and enjoyed his tongue and fingers when she felt him shift on the bed. She didn't have to open her eyes to know what he had done. She didn't want to take him in her mouth, yet she didn't want him to stop doing what he was doing to her pussy. She turned her head to the side and opened her eyes. She wasn't surprised to see his cock jutted out in front of her, jerking up and down when she turned her head and her hot breath blew on it. Her fingers reached out for it and touched the hot shaft. She gripped it tight and began the ritual masturbation, the head leaked more precum after only the first stroke. He wouldn't last much longer before he was ready to make love to her.

His cock was so close to her mouth, yet so far away. Her hand felt good, but her mouth would have been so much better. He ate her for long minutes until he couldn't last any longer. He didn't want to cum in her hand; he wanted to be inside her.

It was time, Ben pulled away from her. He moved on the bed; this time, he kneeled between her legs. She lay there while he put on the condom. It didn't take long before she felt his hand on her thighs. He spread her legs wider and bent her knees so he could have complete access to her pussy. She waited until she felt him rub the head of his cock up and down her slit as she felt the lubricated head of the condom touch her. He fit the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. He didn't wait as he pushed with his hips, and his cock began to enter Sandy. He slid in with ease, Sandy wet enough for him. He moved slowly and gently, Sandy almost shoving her hips up to feel his cock possess her, but she didn't, dutifully waiting until he completely filled her. It took him almost ten strokes, slow and methodical as if he was afraid of breaking her. She finally felt the head of his cock nudge softly against her cervix; Ben made it jerk as if he was signaling that he was all the way in. She gripped him back.

Ben made slow, sensuous love to her. It was as though they were a symphony of sexual pleasure, her insides clenched on his cock with such passion, while his cock jerked in pleasure each time he thrust inside her. His hands held her buttocks, cradling her so he could rub her in all the right places. She corkscrewed her hips as he took her. He waited patiently to let the pleasure build up.

Ben made love to her for three minutes almost to the second. He always did. She could feel his pleasure build, his cock grew bigger, yet he didn't hurt her with his size; Sandy easily took him inside her. She pushed her ass up higher in hopes that his cock would rub harder on her clit, but it was as though he thought it was bad, moved back each time, leaving Sandy frustrated.

"Yes, get ready, Sandy, cum with me," Ben instructed her as the cum in his balls made them ache for release. He heard her breathing increase, Ben fucked her faster, the friction on his cock made him ready. "Take me," he cried out as his cock spewed his hot cum into the condom. He felt her body shudder beneath him as she came with him, a few rapid strokes with his spewing cock all that was needed to make sure that she was as satisfied as he was.

She felt his cock jerk and shudder inside her, then his body went rigid. Sandy knew he had cum even though she couldn't feel the hot fluid bathe her insides. She cried out in ecstasy with him until he slumped down on top of her, both of their breathing finally slowed down. He pulled out of her as Sandy felt the emptiness. She watched as he got up and went into the bathroom to rid himself of the condom. She heard the toilet flush, and his cum was gone.

She lay in the crook of his arm for a long time after he went to sleep, thinking about their lovemaking. When she awoke in the morning, she put out the strange thoughts that raced through her head last night. She was happy with Ben. He was kind, gentle and considerate. He would make a good husband some day when he finally asked her. She knew he would.

* * * *

Chapter 2

Peeping is a Pleasure?

It had been a month since Misty took her new job, but she decided to play hooky and go home "sick." The idea came about suddenly when her phone rang early in the morning at work.

"Hello," her voice purred when she saw who it was on the phone. Jason was her former boyfriend, the last one she had any serious relationship that lasted for more than a month. They dated for about three months, an eternity to Misty with any one man. With so many men in the world and such variety, she thought it odd that any woman would ever be exclusive with one man for the rest of her life. That forebode badly for a husband for her, unless, of course, she turned Mormon and indulged in polygamy. Even that wouldn't be her cup of tea, not wanting another woman in the relationship; two men would be her ideal marriage.

"It's good to hear your voice, Misty. I'm in town for the day, and I was wondering if you would have lunch with me." It had been over a year since they broke up, Jason dumped her when he found out she slept with someone else. She said it didn't mean anything, but he was still a little old fashion about cheating, so he broke it off abruptly, not on very good terms since then.

"I'd love to, Jason. We can catch up." She was thinking of a reason to take the afternoon off, this would be it. She had been good for a month at her job; it was about time for a day off or, at least, half a day off. "How about Mert's in an hour." It was home cooking which Misty liked and was close to her condo.

Even though Jason moved out of Charlotte, he knew where it was. He was surprised that she agreed so easily, expecting her to be mad, but it sounded like they were the best of friends. "See you then. It will be great to see you again." He was excited, not having anything to do for the afternoon. He hoped he could convince Misty to stay longer than the lunch hour.

It was almost coincidental that Sandy had a splitting headache and went home from work. It was so bad on the drive home, she was afraid she would get sick, the headache made her nauseous. She went directly to her bedroom, taking a couple of aspirins, the only delay, and curled the pillow over her head to try to block out the light in the room. She lay on the bed in her clothes.

Misty saw him instantly, almost as if he hadn't changed in a year. He was ruggedly handsome. He worked in construction, a supervisor, but still, he worked with his hands. He had large, rough and callused hands that she loved. He knew how to treat a woman, hard and lustful. No gentle lovemaking like Ben and Sandy; when Jason fucked, you knew you had been fucked. She didn't even remember why she slept with someone else, not a big thing for her, but he took it hard. Too bad, he was good in bed.

God, did she look good. His cock was hard as she walked over; Jason remembered her body well. She still dressed eclectic. You couldn't pin down her style; it scanned all of the spectrum, but only the ends, never the middle. You could never say she dressed conservatively. He stood to kiss her and was surprised when she kissed back, not a gentle peck on the cheek or lips, but their wet lips meshed, Jason struggled not to stick his tongue into her mouth. He felt her body press up against his, feeling her breasts push into his chest. His hand went around her back and drew her lower body against him until they finally broke the kiss. They both breathed heavily from the encounter. "You look great, Misty. Real great!" His cock felt like it was going to break through his zipper.

She grinned back at him after she felt his erection pushed against her. She knew right then that she would call the office the first chance she had and feign an illness for the rest of the day off work. She already paved the way before she left for lunch, having told one of the women that she didn't feel well, but was going to try to finish up the day.

Jason noticed that she sat next to him at the table, not across from him. They began to talk about what they had done the last year, two drinks already gone before the food arrived. She got up once and when she came back, she told him.

"I called in sick. Thought we might hang out longer," she said as she moved closer to him. She hoped for something more, Misty not immune to getting laid this afternoon. It was still early; with Sandy at work, they would have the condo for themselves.

They had finished lunch. Jason not sure how it happened, but all of a sudden, he reached over to her and kissed her again. She didn't move away, so he took the initiative, his tongue slipped through her wet lips and into her hot mouth. She responded, even though they sat in the middle of the restaurant. His hand slid to her leg, rubbed her skirt as he pushed it out of the way. It didn't take long until he found a naked leg and felt her muscles relax to allow him access to all that he wanted.

She curled up next to him as they finished the third drink. The restaurant was clearing out from the lunchtime crowd. "Do you want to go to my condo? It's only a couple of blocks away."

He knew the place well, especially her bedroom. He signaled for the check, eagerly paid it, leaving too much of a tip, but he had other things on his mind. They went to the parking lot, their cars near each other. He pushed her up against her car, in spite of the sun making it hot, and kissed her.

He pinned her against the car, Misty unable to move away, though she didn't want to. He was every bit as demanding as he always was, Jason possessed her as if they were still lovers, not two people getting reacquainted. She loved demanding men. His body smothered her, his cock felt like it was jutted out and ready to enter her. She hoped she could concentrate on driving home. His hands went to her ass, pulled her up against him, almost humping her in the parking lot. They finally broke the embrace and left the parking lot. Misty drove fast to get home before she lost her ardor.

She should have noticed that Sandy's car was in her parking spot, but Jason already opened her door before the car was fully stopped. He pulled her out, Misty almost expected him to grab her hair and drag her to the elevator, or maybe she just wished he would.

He threw her against the wall of the elevator as the door closed. He slapped her ass hard. "Stick out your ass for me!" Another sharp slap caught her other cheek.

It stung where his large hand hit her buttock, but by the time he hit the other one just as hard, all she felt was pleasure at being manhandled so roughly. She put her arms high up the side of the elevator wall, pushed her ass back and spread her legs as if she got into position to be searched. He moved behind her, his hands on her hips held her still, but his hips were not still. He began to move them in mock fornication, feeling his hard cock ride up and down the crack in her ass. She couldn't wait for the elevator to reach her floor so they could hide in the privacy of her condo.

The elevator door opened, both of them almost raced to the door. Misty fumbled with the keys until it opened, Jason slammed it behind them. He never liked fucking in bed, Jason preferred to do it when the mood struck him and now was the time. "Get your ass over the edge of the couch!" He pushed Misty to the couch. He pushed down on her back, but he didn't have to do it hard, she bent over willingly. Her skirt rode up her legs higher, but his eyes were on her luscious ass. "You've been a naughty girl!" He slapped her ass hard, her body jumped in pain, but she barely whimpered.

Her ass stung, but she cared little for the pain, the pleasure was what overtook her body. She was bent over the couch, and Jason treated her like an errant schoolgirl. "I've been real naughty since you left me. I deserve to be punished for what I did to you." She shook her ass at him, hoping that he would spank her some more.

His hand slid over her ass, Misty clenched her cheeks as his did. He grabbed the bottom of her dress and slowly pulled it up. "Keep still unless you want to make it worse," he warned her. Her lean, long legs were slowly revealed, her legs spread slightly. He continued to pull her dress up until he caught the first glimpse of her thong. He grew more eager as he slid the dress up over her full buttocks, the naked cheeks revealed. His cock felt like it would burst unless he released it. He pulled the dress up her back until it hung there, his eyes feasted on the two perfect naked mounds that were revealed. Her crack hid the thong from his eyes, but also her dark brown hole ass hole. He pushed his toe between her legs, nudging the inside of each foot until her legs began to part. "Spread them," he ordered her.

Misty felt the air-conditioned air blow across her naked ass, but her pussy was heated. Her legs spread submissively for him as she remembered what Jason liked sexually. She arched her ass up higher, her arms outstretched until she grabbed the couch cushion. She waited for him to spank her, and it didn't take long.

"Crack!" He hit her naked ass cheek this time the pale skin turned a pretty pink by the time he pulled his hand away.

"CRRRACCK!" Harder this time, he found the other resilient mound with his large hand. He kept it on her skin until he felt the heat of the blows on her skin.

She spread her legs wider when she felt his hand on her ass, so close to her crack. Misty wished it were closer. She hoped that her thong would be gone soon.

"SSSLAAPP! CCCRAACK!" He hit both buttocks, one after the other rapidly. Her cheeks shook, her buttock muscles clenched, but she relaxed them as soon as the flesh became more livid from the blow, taking on a deeper red. He saw her hips move, not to get away, but they moved as though she wanted more. He was ready. He grabbed her buttocks in his two hand's, fingers dug into her cheeks and pulled them apart until the slim thong that hide her tiny ass hole from his gaze was revealed. He let go of one of her cheeks but only long enough to grab the thong and pull on it.

"RRRIIIPPP!" The thong hung on for only seconds before the fragile garment gave way under his powerful hand. He threw it on the floor, eager to look at what he uncovered. His fingers went back to her cheeks to pull them apart and expose all her treasures to his eyes. Her pussy was soaked; the lips covered with the dew of her arousal, the insides peeked out, pink and glistening.

She was naked from the waist down. Misty bowed her thighs to open up her pussy for him, waiting for the next blow.

He hit her buttocks lower down this time. He caught the soft, tender flesh where it was the most vulnerable, where her buttocks and thighs met. He could almost feel the juices from her pussy fly as he hit her so close. Another blow caught her on the other side, so close to her thigh and her crotch. Her buttocks clenched and unclenched uncontrollably. The next one caught her on her crack, Jason made sure that at least one finger was centered on her crack. He could feel her anus flutter as he spanked her naughty ass hole.

"Crack. Splat. Smack!" Her body shook with each blow, but it only made her hotter.

Sandy woke up suddenly, not sure why. At least her headache was gone, a relief as she lay on the bed. Then, she heard it. It sounded like someone was getting spanked and spanked hard. Is it next door? She expected to hear someone cry out, but there was only the sound of flesh as it hit flesh. It sounded like it came from behind her bedroom door and in her living room. She got up slowly, not hearing any voices. She crept to the door and leaned against the wall as she slowly opened the handle, not sure what she would find.

It was a surreal sight for Sandy to see. All these years she never caught Misty in a sexual encounter, though she did hear her with a man in her bedroom. This was something completely different. Misty was in the living room with a man, and the man was Jason. Sandy remembered when Misty dated him, but that was over a year ago. Misty never mentioned him since then, yet here he was, and he had her bent over their couch. He wasn't making love to her, but he was spanking her, no doubt about that. Misty's skirt was up her back, her thong gone, naked from the waist down. Her legs were spread wide. Sandy couldn't see Misty's face, but from the way her pussy glistened with her wetness, Misty enjoyed it. Her buttocks were a bright pink. Sandy held her breath as she watched Jason strike her again, his hand hit hard. She couldn't believe where he hit her, not on her full buttocks, but low down, so close to her pussy. Misty should have screamed and pushed away, but her ass rose up as if she wanted to give him a better target. Sandy couldn't believe that Misty enjoyed this, but there was no doubt that they both did. Sandy blushed when she looked down to see the huge bulge in Jason's pants. What are they going to do? They obviously didn't know she was home. Sandy had imagined what Misty's sex life was like, but she never imagined anything like this.

"Fuck me! Spank me!" Misty turned to look up at Jason. She needed to feel his cock inside her, but she wanted him to spank her as he fucked her.

He ripped the rest of her dress off until she was naked; his fingers cupped her hanging breasts and squeezed them like ripe fruit. He didn't ignore her nipples, pinched, prodded and yanked before he was finished with them. He rubbed his cock against her spanked ass cheeks while he played with her body. He finally stood up, ready to fuck her. He took off his clothes, ripped one of the buttons on his shirt in haste. His pants went quickly, standing in his boxers, but they couldn't contain his cock any longer. It slipped out and popped up hard and yearning for her pussy. He rubbed it with his hand as he stared at her naked pussy and her tiny ass hole.

Sandy turned red in shame, but she couldn't take her eyes off Jason as he undressed. It had been years since she saw another man naked beside Ben. Jason was muscular, big hands and thighs, but it was his cock that drew her attention. It was thick and long, much longer than Ben. How will Misty take that monster inside her? She watched as he stroked it. Is it getting bigger? He finally took off his shorts, his powerful buttocks clenched as he stood behind Misty. She saw him raise his hand high over his head, and then, it crashed down on Misty's ass. Her body jerked, but there wasn't a whimper from her. Her eyes were glued to his cock as he moved it between Misty's legs, the thick head rubbed up and down her drenched slit. Sandy could almost feel the monster touch her pussy, the terror of knowing that he would plunge into the depths of her pussy with no regard for her pain. Jason was nothing like Ben. Jason would kill her with his cock.

Misty pushed her ass back as soon as she felt the head of his cock nudge at her pussy. He opened her up powerfully, forced to take three inches of rock-hard cock inside her before her muscles could put up a fight. She was tight, but she knew that Jason wouldn't care. His hands went to her ass, struck her again, as it forced her muscles to clench on the cock that filled her. He pulled back an inch, but then, with a powerful thrust, sent another three inches into her until she felt the head of his cock batter at her cervix. "Kill me with that monster!" She begged him as she felt him withdraw. He gave her two quick slaps to her ass cheeks to make her clench on his cock, but she was already doing it. He began to fuck her, hard and fast, the couch rocked as he rode her.

How can Misty take such a punishing fuck that Jason is administering? She could feel the way her buttocks must feel when they got slapped, forced to clench on his cock even as he reamed her out brutally. Her pussy must be burned up with his powerful thrusts.

"Oh God, fuck me hard," Misty begged as she squeezed his cock with her muscles. It felt so good to be fucked this way, bent over and spread, her ass cheeks still ablaze in pain, but it was the thick cock that filled her so completely that she enjoyed so much. She liked to be dominated by her lovers, and Jason did it with so much pleasure.

He fucked her for five minutes, neither one of them knew how they lasted so long, but they were unable to give up the pleasure of the act, in spite of the pleasure of the ultimate act of cumming. Jason was the first, but his hands slid under her and worked over her pussy, not gently, but just as harsh as the fucking he was giving her. Her ass bounced up and down until she was ready. He shoved one time hard, trying to bury his cock into her womb when he came. He jetted gallons of cum into her pussy as her muscles milked it from his balls.

It felt like molten lava inside her when he came, but her orgasm hit her with such power. It was as though their worlds collided in this one act of brutal sex, both of them needed it after a year apart.

Sandy watched them cum, jealous of their orgasms but shocked when Jason pulled out his cock, still hard, slick with their juices. Sandy saw the shameful white cum leak down Misty's thighs. He didn't use a condom! What would that feel like, to have my pussy bathed in a man's hot cum? Even after he came, Jason was still bigger than Ben. How could that be? Sandy was ready to go back to her bed and fake sleeping in case they found out she was here, but she was shocked once again. Misty got up, naked, her pussy dripping on their carpet. She walked over to Jason, but Sandy expected them to kiss, but not like this.

Jason pushed down on Misty's shoulders until she went to her knees. He shook his semi-hard cock in front of her face before he placed the wet organ on her lips. "Lick it clean," he ordered her. He tilted her head back so he could see her face. Her mouth slowly opened, and Jason pushed with his hips until the head of his cock left a wet trail of drying cum on her lips.

She did as he ordered, taking the smooth, wet head of his cock in her mouth, her juices mixed with his to flood her tongue with the salty, pasty cum. Her tongue lathered it up as her head began to move back and forth, her lips sealed tight to get every drop from it. She gulped twice to swallow his cum, for in spite of Jason cumming in her pussy, he still saved enough to give her a small jet into her mouth. When she spit his cock out, it was shiny with her spit.

Sandy lay on the bed as she tried to digest all that she had seen. It was hard for her to believe that Misty did all of that, especially at the end when she cleaned his cock. Sandy refused to even take Ben's cock in her mouth, never mind taking a soiled cock and cleaning all the drying cum from it. Her hand crept beneath her skirt and pushed it out of the way as she spread her legs as if she were ordered to. Her fingers found her panties damp with her desires. Misty closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like if she were like Misty. It didn't take her long until she came; Sandy bit her lip to quench her cry of ecstasy. She closed her eyes and went asleep, content from her orgasm.

Sandy looked at the clock when she woke up. It had been an hour since she saw Misty with Jason; quietly, she got out of bed and went to the door. She could hear Misty in the other room. She opened the door; Misty looked up, surprised to see her.

"I didn't know you were home." She had to have heard them, Jason always noisy when he fucked her.

"Yes, I didn't feel good, so I came home before lunch." She didn't say anything else.

"Did you hear us?" Misty grinned, there was no doubt she heard; she had to or else she could sleep through a tornado.

"Pretty hard not to." Do I tell Misty that I saw them too?

Misty was sure there was more, she answered the questions too abruptly. "Did you see us?" She was sure that Sandy blushed. "It's okay, we're not bashful."

"I opened the door when I heard the noise. I didn't know it was you."

"How much did you see?"

"You both just came in the door. I didn't know you were still seeing Jason."

"He called me for lunch out of the clear blue sky. I hadn't seen or heard from him for a year. One thing just led to the other." Misty smiled. She felt well fucked by Jason and that was a good thing.

Sandy knew that Misty was more adventurous sexually than her, but to fuck her old boyfriend, especially the way he had done her, was too much to comprehend.

Misty could see that she was trying to say something but was too ashamed or embarrassed to ask it. "He was always great sexually, in bed or out of bed, that wasn't our problem. He turns me on the way he controls me. It gets me so hot that I can't resist anything he wants to do to me."

"I noticed," Sandy's mouth so dry she could barely get the words out.

"But he spanked you. Didn't that hurt?" How could she grow aroused from the pain?

Misty could still feel the tingle on her buttocks from his hand. "It still hurts, but it is a good hurt. It's hard to explain. When you're sexually aroused, pain somehow turns to pleasure. Not sure how or why, but it feels good."

"I didn't know that." Sandy remembered getting spanked when she was young, and there was nothing good about it. It would be so degrading to have a man do it to her. Ben would never do such a thing.

"Does Ben do you from behind?" They never really talked much about sex, positive that Sandy and Ben were a missionary-type-of-sex couple and not much else. She needed to broaden her horizons. She needed to have someone fuck her instead of making love to her.

Sandy didn't know if she should answer, after all, sex was private between couples. Yet, what she saw with Misty, the mystery was gone now, at least as far as Misty and sex was concerned. There wasn't much that Sandy didn't know about Misty sexually with Jason. Sandy decided to open up. She walked into the living room and sat down across from Misty, almost where they had fucked. "Ben is sexually conservative, sweet and gentle. He wouldn't do anything like that."

"How about you? Ever wished someone would just fuck your brains out?"

It sounded so crude, yet there was something to what she said. Sandy had dated Ben almost exclusively for three years. He loved her and she loved him, but she had thought a lot about their relationship lately. It had become too predictable lately, even down to their lovemaking. It used to be something she looked forward to, but lately, she almost dreaded it. He used to make her cum all the time, now she faked it most of the time. Yet, nothing else had changed. Maybe that was the problem. "I guess, doesn't every woman want to be taken by a strong, demanding man. That's what the romance novels sell, it's just not practical in real life." This was the first time that Sandy put her doubts about Ben out in words that she could hear, not just thoughts in her head.

"It's only as practical as you make it, Sandy. You are a beautiful woman, men desire you. You just have to stop putting up such a front as though you are untouchable. Men sense it and stay away. Why don't we have a girl's night, me, you and Scarlett?"

Scarlett was every bit a woman as Misty, carefree and, as far as Sandy was concerned, a bit too promiscuous. Sandy could only imagine how that night would be. Yet, it intrigued her. Sandy was twenty-five and acted as if she were forty and married for twenty years. "Let me think about it."

That was the first time that she ever considered such a thing. Maybe there was hope for her. Misty would have to work on her. Deep down, she knew there was a bad girl that wanted to escape; Misty and Scarlett would have to help her realize it.

"How about something safe, lunch next Saturday, the three of us? It'll be fun." If she could get Sandy used to going out with them, maybe a night out dancing wasn't far away.

That sounded harmless and it would be nice to go out without Ben, just the girls. "Okay, you pick the place," Sandy got brave.


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