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Michelle & Michael
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Michelle & Michael by 'M'
There was a knock on my door, then the handle turned and he walked n.
"Well, sweet Michelle. Bet we're going to have a sweet
time. Are you ready?" His smile flashed as he softly closed the door.
"No. I mean, I don't know what you . . I mean, what
do you .. . Who do you think . . . What do . . ." I
stammered, absolutely unable to think straight. I knew the reason
he was here. I had promised this moment to him. But this was
unexpected, him showing up just now.
"You know exactly what I want. I want to turn you
inside out. Make you cum like the slut you are. Give you
something like you've never had it. Ever. Well, you going
to play today - or not?"
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't talk. I had promised him,
but still I was so ashamed. I lowered my head. "yes," was all
I said.
He pulled me roughly to him and mashed his mouth against
mine, grabbing my buns from behind and squeezing them. I could
feel his massive cock shoved against my cunt through our clothes
and I squirmed against him, mashing my cunt and belly into his
and moving in hot, hard circles against him. God, I wanted it!
"Yeah, you're going to get it too!" It was as if he
had read my mind. "But first you gotta earn it." He placed
my hand against the front of his trousers gently. "You know
you want it."
I acted as if I didn't but he wasn't fooled for a minute.
He reached out and roghly felt my own crotch, grabbing a
fistful and pulling me towards him. Then he pressed down on
the top of my head saying "on your knees". I complied with
out saying a word.
He reached out and pressed my face into his crotch.
"Smell it. Smell my crotch. You like it don't you?" he
teased. I did. I felt myself getting wet and wished that
I could see behind the bulge in his pants that were pressed
againts me.
"You want to see it. Admit it. Tell we you want to see
my cock."
"I do" was all I could say.
He laughed, meanacingly. "Try it again. You want to see my
cock. You want to suck my dick and balls. SAY IT!"
"I, I want to see your dick, I want ... I want to suck you".
"And you want me to come in your face don't you?"
"Yes". I wasn't going to argue. I wanted to quickly put
an end to this game.
"Say please let me suck your dick and come in my face" he
was still going to press it.
The image behind the bulge was becoming irresistable. I wanted
it. "Please, may I suck your dick until you come in my face". There,
I said it. Stop teasing me I thought.
Mike slowly pulled down his zipper and slid his pants
down just below his waist. Again he pressed his crotch
in my face. This time I really could smell his manly odor,
clean, yet sexy, exciting, the scent of things to come.
I pressed deeper into his jockey shorts with my nose, trying
to sniff out everything I could, my own crotch beginning
to dampen with anticipation. I was glad he coulnd't tell
that I was really getting turned on - how badly I now
wanted him. This seemed to go on forever, I didn't want to
make the next move, but I desperately wanted to see that
which teased me. Mike seemed to sense this, to drag this
out, teasing me, Getting me ...
"Wet. Your're getting wet aren't you?" he said in a low
voice, a suggestive voice. A voice confidant of that which
it had just said.
"I don't know", I lied. I didn't want to let on, let him
think I was some kind of slut.
"You can see it. But you must ask for it. You must ask
for everything tonight. And do you know why?" he asked.
What did he want me to say. To grovel, to plead. Was that
it?
"Because it pleases me", he continued. "You will do everything
I say. You will ask permission. Beg, Plead. I may even let you
cum yourself - if you ask. And you will do this because it
pleases me. Remember that."
The voice was sinister - a side of Mike that I had never seen.
He seemed like such a nice guy when I met him. Gentle, sweet,
kind, intelligent - but this was something else. Something ...
something better. I was intrigued. Nervous, Unsure, but the
inescapable electricity in the air seemed to touch every nerve
in my body. I was hot. I could tell my panties were soaked
already but didn't dare look. The anticipation was killing me.
Finally he stood back, slipped down his shorts and pulled out a
beautiful, rigid cock. He grabbed my hand and brought it to
his dick. I couldn't help but give it a soft squeeze. It
was lovely. Hot and hard and I felt it had my name written
all over it. I moaned and squeezed some more.
"Introduce yourself, babe. Personal like." He shoved
me down to my knees until I was looking directly at his big,
beautiful cock. "Come on Michelle, give it a good kiss. Its
what you've been wanting. Taste it. Make love to my penis."
I was still holding it and softly stroking it when I
stuck out my tongue and tasted its tip. The precum oozed
out onto my tongue and then I let my tongue go further and
caress the bottom of the fat, swollen head. God, I loved
it. Every inch. Every lick. I just had to have it. All
of it. Ashamed as I was, I cupped my lips about the head
and, still stroking with my hand, swirled my tongue around
and around, tasting the sweet flesh, hot and warm, then
I'd suck in and tickle the under head with my tongue.
"Behind my balls. Lick behind my balls" he ordered.
I did as instructed. Snaking my nose and tongue deep
behind the sack, tasting the slight salty moistness that
lies deep in a mans crotch - and loving the taste. Feeling
so dirty and so hot ... and so moist. God I needed to come
myself.
Finally I let his penis sink in while grabbing his sweet buns.
And I had to see more and I pumped up and down on him so I
lowered jeans and shorts from his waist to the floor
and stared at his muscular legs as he stepped out of his clothes.
I continued sucking his beautiful cock, feeling wicked while he
stood there exposed. I let one hand wander to his anus and pressed
gently against it. A sigh left his lips. I let one finger slip
in part way and felt his tight anus clench it firmly. Then
I felt his ass tighten up and he began to spurt in me.
Since I am shy, I tried to pull back and away, but he
grabbed my head and pulled me down on him as he spurted into
my mouth and in my face. I loved it! Necter of the gods.
Hot, sweet sperm rolling around in my mouth and down my face
and neck.
"That wasfine. Fine," Mike said as he pulled out and
rubbed his sticky cum soaked dick all over my face. I was
starting to relax, when he spoke again. "Lick me clean" he
ordered. Now this was something else. Some how when a man comes
in my mouth I never give one thought to the taste but seeing
the saliva/cum soaked dick in my face was, was , well ..
"Exciting isn't it" he spoke for me. "Lick it clean now.
If you do maybe you'll get some relief yourself. If you're good
to me."
Hestitatingly I leaned forward. Again I felt his hands on
my head, guiding, forcing his dick to my mouth. And I took
his half hard prick in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around
the shaft, tasting the cum, already thickening the way come
does shortly after an ejaculation. The sensation of his penis,
mostly hard but also somewhat soft was exhilerating. I have never
had a penis in my mouth before this soon after it came. Gradually
it began to stiffen again. God I love the feel of a penis getting
hard in my mouth. I reached to touch myself between the legs
but Mike pushed my hand away as if anticipating my every thought.
At the same time I felt another feeling I had forgotten in the
excitement. I could now feel the pressure in my bladder demanding
attention. Mike had showed up by suprise and I hadn't been to
the bathroom for quite a while and the sexual tension only added
to the sense of urgency.
Just then Mike roughly pulled me to my feet and again shoved his
now throbbing cock against the wet patch on my skirt. "Now it's
time to get outta these, Michelle, " indicating my skirt and blouse.
"Okay, But please give me a minute. I, uh, will, I have to go
to the bathroom first, you know clean up ... I wasn't expecting
you just now, I uh .." I said, both pleading
and embarassed.
"You going take a piss don't you?, Say it - I have to take a piss!"
"I have to urinate." I said, blushing to even say it
in front of a man. "Please," I pleaded with my eyes.
"No! You have to take a piss! Say it!"
"I have to take a piss", I relented.
He seemed to relent, "Okay, honey, follow me." He
turned and headed for the kitchen.
"Thats the wrong way", I protested, bur he just turned
and grinned sinisterly. Obediently I followed.
When we got to the kitchen, Mike was pulling on his hard
cock, not in the least embarrassed to be masterbating in
front of me. I couldn't believe it. The he stood up and
walked over to me. "Take off your clothes, except for your
panties."
I did as he asked. slowly pulling down my skirt and
stepping out of it, then taking off my blouse. I
felt SO NAKED standing in front of him in only my bra and
panties, garter belt and stockings.
"Keep going", he ordered. Off came the garter and the
stockings.
"What are you waiting for?" He asked while runing one
hand up and down my side and continuing to masterbate with
the other. Suddently he pushed his fingers against my cunt
outside my wet panties, then stopped, pulled away from me,
suddenly grabbed my bra and pulled it down over my tits, and
then yanked it off entirely.
He began to rub his cock all over my stomach and tits,
pulling himself over me and rubbing up and down. I've never
felt more naked or more alive. Skin to skin. In spite of
my embarrassment, I couldn't keep my hands off of him.
"Okay, on your knees" he said finally, stepping back.
I complied, and looked up at his cock, still hard.
"Okay, You said you had to pee. So pee."
I looked up at him confused. "You mean right -"
He cut me off in mid sentence. "Yes, right here. On the
kitchen floor. You said you had to go bad, now pee".
I was red as a firetruck. Having him watch was embarassing
enough, but here in the kitchen. He wouldn't - but still it
turned me on to be in such a complete state of being humiliated.
He snapped me out of my musings, "PEE Damn it! Or I'll piss
all over your beautiful face myself. I may anyway if you don't
entertain me ..."
Excitedly, I began to pull down my panties, difficult as it
was in this kneeling position.
"STOP!" he bellowed. "Did I say to take down your panties?"
"Well, You uh, I mean, well I thought you wanted me to,
well, you know, pee ..."
The silence was deafening as I looked at him and he looked
at me in kind of a sneer. Finally he spoke. "Yes. Be a good
little girl and pee - but I did not say anything about removing
your panties."
Oh no. This was going to far. I hadn't pissed my pants
since the first grade. No, I couldn't.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" he demanded.
"I ... I don't think I have to go anymore", I stammered.
He grinned. "Sure you do. Maybe you just need a little
persuasion" he said as he stepped behind me.
SMACK! I felt his hand as it struck my butt, flush on both
cheeks. SMACK!, again.
"Okay, is it loosening up a little?" he sneered.
I didn't know what to do at this point. My butt was tingling
with the sensation and it felt great. At the same time I knew
what he wanted - what would please him, Yes, what would please
him. I was really beginning to get into this Being dominated
thing. It was like a fantasy I had had since as a child. I used
to - SMACK! SMACK! - back to reality.
"Do I have to beat the piss out of you!" he demanded, "Are
four strokes enough or do you need more?"
"I am trying", I stalled, deliberating, thinking about the warm
feeling it would give me to finally let loose as my bladder
scramed for attention.
"Take all the ime you need" he sneerd as h aised his hand
menacingly.
SMACK! I winced. SMACK! again I winced. It hurt - it felt
great - it hurt , it ... SMACK! SMACK!, the blows fell like rain
now. My butt, my whole body felt tingly, absorbing this wonderful
combination of pain, humilation, and devotion. SMACK! the blows
continued, as they did the pressure on my bladder increased with
each. It was getting harder to hold back now. One more and ...
SMACK! I felt the first trickle ... I tried to squeeze my legs
together. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!. Mike was like a shark smelling
blood now, he could sense my impending capitulation. The next
blow did it, I released and the urine gushed out into my
nice panties, spreading a wet spot both front and rear, trickling
down my leg, and eventually once saturated, pouring out on the floor
with a hum where the flow struck the floor.
I crouched there. Humiliated, yet glowing inside. I did not
know what to say. I could sense he was pleased and somehow that
pleased me. It felt so perverted to be thinking that ...
"That was good " he said and he bent over and kissed me
long and tenderly. I melted right there. At that moment I
knew I was his to do with as he wished, and I wished he
would wish a lot. And he did. Thank God.
Mike walked around to the front as I watched his cock
bouncing before him out of the corner of my eye.
"Say hello to your friend," he demanded when he finally
stood before me.
I looked more directly at his cock, still terribly
embarrassed. "Hello," I weakly muttered.
"No, bitch!" he grabbed my hair and shoved his hard
dick in my face, "Say hello like you meant it."
I said hello louder and, as he pulled my head toward
him, kissed the red head of his dick. I could sense the cum
in it welling up again and could see a clear drop gather on the
head. I kissed it again, even after he had let go of my
head, lightly licking off the clear drop, then dropped my
head, embarrassed.
He stared at my panties and smiled as he
placed a hand on my upper thigh. I was startled and gave an
involentary jump.
I foolishly tried to cover up as much as
possible by hunching forward and drawing my arms around in
front of me, but Mike would have none of it.
"Relax, honey," Mike said lowly, "I'm just checking
things out." And he let his hand roam up almost to the
bottom of my panties. Despite myself I spread my legs
further apart as he came closer to my pussy, but he just
laughed and stood up.
"All right!" Mike said appreciatively and licked his lips.
I was ready to cry out of
frustration, fear, lust, and several other emotions I cannot
describe. So I just crouched there, slightly slumped over, not
knowing what to do.
Suddenly I felt Mike's hand on my upper arm. He rubbed
it up and down softly, almost tenderly except for a squeeze
now and thn.
Here I was, almost naked, except for a pair of wet
panties which barely covered my pussy andwhich allowed the
bottom cheeks of my ass to stick out kneeling in front of him.
I wanted out, but at the same time I was drawn deeper in.
I even momentarily had an urge to finger myself from outside
my panties, but I restrained myself.
I sat back down. Through all my shame, I still
wondered what Mike would do next and wanted more.
"Come here", he sad.
So I stood up and walked slowly over to him, aware that
my firm tits slightly bounced with every step. I didn't
dare look at Mike. I glanced over, nervously and
saw his hard dick sticking out. God I was horny! And
scared.
"Now take them off." Mike said. "Slowly."
I put both hands on the sideband of my panties
and slowly slid them down my hips. I could hear Mike moaning
as my pussy hair slowly came into sight.
When I had gotten them midway down my thighs and had
just started to bend over to pull them all the way off, Mike
said "Stop."
I looked up. Mike dropped to his
knees in front of me and, shoving his face into my tummy,
grabbed the cheeks of my ass and softly carressed them.
While he rubbed his cheeks then his lips then his cheeks
across my belly, he moaned and let his hands fall down the
back of my legs, carressing the back of my thighs then my
soft calfs then the back of my thighs, all the while careful
not to pull my panties any further down.
Finally his head went lower and he kissed my lower
belly, just above where my pussy fur began while kneeding my
ass cheeks harder and harder. He shoved his hand down on my
pussy. Despite myself, I pushed back against him and a
soft moan of yearning escaped my lips. He just kept rubbing
my ass and thighs and turned his face and rubbed his
cheek up and down against my lower tummy and pussy.
Just as abruptly as he began, he stopped, stood up, and
held me by the shoulders at arms length, looking at my body
up and down.
I tried to look away, then down,
but when I looked down all I could see was Mike's beautiful
dick pointed at my belly button. "Nice tits," and with
this Mike let go of my shoulders and cupped both tits in his
hand, "Nice ass" he knelt and cupped my ass,
he stroked my tummy softly, "and fantastic cunt" as both of
his hand played outside of my cunt.
I was almost choaking with lust and humiliation. Mike
hugged me poking his cock into my belly and rubbed it
around. I couldn't seem to catch my breath. Then he stood
back. "Ok, you can take your panties all the way off."
I bent over, feeling Mike's cock poke one cheek of my
ass, and pulled my panties down until they fell off. Then
stepped out of them and stood still. I started shaking.
"Touch yourself" he said.
"What ... What do you mean?" I stammered.
"Don't play stupid. Touch yourself. Like I'm doing. Play
with your cute little snatch and make yourself cum for me."
I started to lift my hand and then hesitated. Sure I had
masterbated plenty of times but not while someone leered at
me. Why is he making me do this?
"Because it pleases me, " he said as if reading my mind
again. "Touch your hot little snatch and make yourself come.
And why are you going to do this?" he questioned.
"Because it pleases you" I found myself saying, almost
as if I had been hypnotized. And worse yet, I now found myself
desperately wanting to please him. I would do anything. No
matter how degrading, no matter how distasteful or disgusting
I would do it - to please him. Pleasing him seemed like the
world now. He had this power over me, a power no one had wielded
since I was a small child and my father towered over me. The
feeling was not that unlike the feeling of comfort I got when my
father held me in his lap. The strength that come only come
from one truly masculine man. The feeling I got from pleasing
him with good grades or small favors only now the feeling
was something sexual. I looked up as he kicked off his pants
and underwear. I was stroking myself. It was ackward, to
masterbate standing up.
"May I sit in a chair" I asked.
"Of course not" he said, simply.
There seemed no point to arguing. Any way I was getting
close, so close. I could feel it deep in my soul, I was about
to ...
"Cum" he commanded. "Cum you filthy whore!"
And I did. I came and came and came. It seemed like forever.
It seemed like heaven and back, standing there, shaking
uncontrolably and Mike watching on, intent on my orgasm as
he stroked his penis.
"Come with me to the bedroom he said."
I followed as if in a trance. Mike, carrying his clothes
led me to my own bedroom. He slowly took off his shirt and
socks as I sat on the edge of the bed. I was still in a daze
from the most intense orgasm I have ever had. What ever
else was to transpire this evening was worth that one
enormous orgasm.
"Lay across the bed. On you stomach" he commanded. I simply
did as told. He took my hands, one at a time, raised them over
my head and tied them to the bedposts with a pair if nylon
stockings that had been hanging there. Then he spread my legs
and began tieing them as well. Once more my body began to tingle
all over again as before. The anticipation and feeling of
helplessness and yet trust I was beging to feel were incredible.
I wanted what ever was going to happen.
He sat on the bed astride me. Hs hands roamed across my back.
From time to time he reached under me and felt my breasts but
these didn't seem to hold his attention. That was a humbling
thought itself. Yet really where I wanted to be touched was ...
Yes there. I could feel a finger probing my cunt.
"You are soaking wet" he procalimed, as if to shame me.
It was glorious. A second finger went in and then a third.
I strained against the bonds, trying to swallow his hand
but his hand teased me. In a little ways, out again. Never
quite hitting the spot. Teasing me in a way that could only
be on purpose. "Don't Move" he ordered, with a tone that
convinced me he was annoyed. But it was hard not to move
and as I looked over my shoulder he was still stroking his
dick, slowly. SMACK! I felt the heat of his hand as it
struck my buttucks. "Don't move!" he reiterated. But I
was going to and I continued to seek out the hand between
my legs, as if inviting another spanking like before.
"Very well" he announced as he stood up from the bed.
He reached down to the clump of clothes, packed up his
pants and slowly removed the belt from the loops. Every
hair on my body stood at attention now and I almost lost
my breath with the realization of what was going to happen.
He wasted no more time. He quickly folded the belt in
a loop, raised it and brought it sharply across my buttucks.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Three times the hand flashed sending a singing message
to my body. I choked back a cry.
"Do you know why I am doing this?" he questioned.
"Because it pleases you," said.
He let out a hideous laugh and then cmmenced again,
and again and again, silently whipping my bottom as I
whimpered, cried, and felt ecstasy. "Enough!" I pleaded
from time to time, part of me wanting it to stop and
the other part reveling in the glorious whipping being
delivered to my rear. But it went on and on until
finally it stopped abruptly without a word from Mike.
I lay there whimpering as Mike stood over me, perspiring
immensely from this energy burst, as if savoring the momment.
A few minutes passed, silently, as if we were both afraid
to break the spell. Then I felt his warm hands caressing my
butt, his moist lips kissing me, each touch sent a shiver
through my entire body. The combination of pain and comfort
from each kiss being a feeling I had never felt before. Ever.
Mike was right. This was a once in a lifetime experience that
I wanted to go on forever and end immediately at the same time.
I began to seek out his touch in a manner similar as to before.
This time there was no rejection. Mike seemed to enjoy the
reaction he was getting from me. Then Mike began kissing my anus.
Suddenly a finger was probing me. I looked up and Mike was
lubricating his penis with one hand and my anus with the other
from a tube of ky jelly that had been on my dresser. There was
no mistaking the intent.
"Okay Michelle. We are almost done. I just need to come one
more time and you know where I want it."
I said nothing.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you in the ass," he said.
"Tell me to fuck you in the ass like a dog", he continued.
"Yes," I said, "fuck me in the ass. Fuck me like a dog."
He slid over me. I could feel his chest on my back. His
heart was pounding, as was mine. He lay there briefly, sliding
his wonderful cock along the crack of my ass. I could feel it
getting harder. Slowly he pressed the head against my asshole.
Gently he nudged it in a bit.
"Will this hurt?" I asked. I had never done this.
"Of course," he said, and I shivered. "Forget about the
pain. Concentrate on the pleasure." It went in farther and
it began to hurt. I groaned softly. I could feel him smiling,
as if he enjoyed my discomfort. "Its hurts doesn't it",
he crowed.
"Yes".
"It pleasures me" he said.
"I know".
He grunted now. He was all the way in, thrusting, a jolt
of pain with each thrust in and a burst of pleasure for me
with each stroke out. The pain/pleasure was brief. In moments
he came and I felt it. The warm sticky semen filled my ass as
he chortled in ectasy and as he came so did I. I don't know if
it was frm my clit rubbing against the sheets under his weight,
with his body rocking mine, sheer mental pleasure or what but
I came, gasping loudly in uniso with Mike. Exhausted, we both
lay panting, him on top, me on bottom as out hearts subsided.
He was in no hurry to pull out.
He kissed me gently on the back of my neck and then my cheek.
Then he did slide off and lay beside me. I turned my head facing
him on my left side and he leaned in and passionately kissed me
on the lips. Slowly he got up and removed all the restraints.
I could feel him leaking out my backside.
"May I clean up", Iasked meekly.
He said not a word. He took my hand in his and coached me up
off the bed and led me out of the bedroom, down the hall and
into the bathroom. He placed me on my knees without a word,
slowly filled the sink with warm soapy water, soaked a washrag,
and handed it too me, his still wet but now mostly soft penis once
more in my face.
"Wash me first" he said, softly this time. I reached for
his balls and soaped them gently, and his penis as well. I made
love to his genitals as he had implored me enjoying this one
moment. After rinsing him off I deftly dried him off with a towel
which he silently handed me and gently kissed him between the
legs. I was covered with perspiration, both his and mine,
dirty from my own urine and cum, his cum still seeping from
my ass.
"Are we done", I asked him.
"Almost. There is just one more thing."
"Anything", I could hardly believe I said it. He smiled.
"Good girl. Close your eyes."
I did so at once.
"Once more. Touch yourself" he commanded, gently this time.
I obliged. I fingered my clit gently, eyes closed, imagining
what he could possibly have in store next and relishing what ever
it might me.
Mike suprised me one last time. I felt the warm sting of his
urine on my face, splashing on my chin and could feel it being
directed down to my breasts and then to my cunt, bathing my hands
in it as I stroked myself. I accepted it willingly because I knew
it pleasured him and pleasuring him now pleasured me. The urine
stopped long before I came but without opening my eyes I continued
to stroke until I had that one last orgasm, a strong one. Not
as strong as the first two but special as I knelt there amongst
all the odors, mine, his ... ours.
"Now are we done?" I asked.
There was no answer. Cautiously I opened one eye and he was
gone. I got up, showered for what seemed like an eternity and
ventured out of the bathroom. As I had supposed I was all alone
in the house now. As mysteriously as he had arrived at the door
he disappeared.
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