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Little Voodoo Dolly

Most of my fantasies are pretty run of the mill. And I know this. Humiliation, feminization, cuckolding, foot sucking, blah blah blah. It's all typical stuff. There are very few areas where I would think that I'm breaking new ground. It's a rarity when I even begin to entertain other fetish arenas. Though, every once in a while, something will pop into my head where I think, "Wow, where did that come from?" Even on those occasions, I find that I've been "scooped" and that someone's already fantasized about it before. But that's really to be expected. As I alluded to a few posts ago, certain things are pretty universal when it comes to male fantasies.

• The ability to stop time so you can undress women and have your way with them.
• X-Ray Glasses
• Psychic powers ("The highest society glamour girls were his to claim...")
• The living doll

Essentially, all of those could be seen as being related. They're science fiction and all put women at a disadvantage. Objectifying them. And some men want to be objectified, too. Helpless.

I thought about this the other day when an image popped into my head of a story for "SDI" -- Sex Dolls International. A group that provides women to men that are "programmed" with certain key words that will turn them into mindless drones. I pictured a friend of mine (who shall remain nameless) with pigtails in her hair and her arms held up like a marionette.

I'm not sure if I'll entertain this fantasy much more, or expand it as a story. I did go so far as to look up some other fun fetish tales involving people being turned into sex dolls. Most of these also involve feminization. Enjoy!

• A Room For Winter
• Blow Up Doll
• Paul the Slave Girl
• Dream Doll
• I'm Your Doll

For other robot stories visit Mind Control Stories

Phone Whore

I was a phone whore.

My wife at the time (now ex) suggested that I become a phone sex operator. I don't know why she did this -- it was completely out of character for her -- unless it might have been to give me an outlet for my sexual deviance. Maybe if I got off on the phone sex enough I'd leave her the hell alone and stop "bothering" her with the need for any kind of love and/or affection.

Regardless of her intention, I looked into it and found a job. Male phone sex operators are fairly rare and with good reason.

The way it worked was that I set up a schedule with an agency. They would forward calls during a certain time period to my home phone (this was in an era before cell phones were as popular) and I would get an automated operator asking if I was available to take a call. If so, I accepted and was connected.

Usually, the callers were on a "party line" which had all of two people on it -- the caller and me. Getting a one-on-one call was a rarity, most likely because they cost more. The cheap bastards...

Guys who called the "party line" probably expected to eavesdrop on an ongoing male orgy. What they got was me. A bored twentysomething who had never had a bisexual experience (at that time) and would rather have been watching a movie than trying to extract a conversation. Barely any of the guys that called were willing to talk. They were, however, willing to listen. I would try to get a response from them -- a "hello" even -- and, if that didn't work, I'd start riffing by myself. Thinking of all the things that a male phone whore should/would/could say. I pretended like I was watching a man-on-man film and would describe the action or I'd put myself into the situation. I'd describe the last guy I picked up at a rest stop and fucked. Something, anything, to fill the time.

I started calling other phone sex lines to see how the operators handled it. They all had an unfair advantage, though, as I actually talked to them. A talking customer is definitely a lot easier than a mute one. Even if the talk is crazy. Listening is a lot simpler than making shit up when you're not in the mood.

I noticed that I was putting more money on my credit cards than I was making at my phone sex job. I was becoming an addict. It was a bizarre situation. I was getting the attention that I craved from my wife but I was paying for it -- and not getting paid for it.

In the three months that I worked for the phone sex line, I only had one good customer. He called me up and spoke to me! He was wearing panties and that was one thing I could actually relate to. Alas, I managed to "talk him off" too fast. He orgasmed after only a few minutes of chat, thus becoming my first and only client to cum from my voice (that I was aware of). This gave me great satisfaction but made all of the other calls pale in comparison. Where were the panty boys when I was sitting, listening to white noise on the phone line imagining some guy on the other end with his cock out, disappointed in the lack of action.

I still frequent phone sex lines -- I have one particular operator that I find incredibly arousing with her vast imagination. A few times I've talked her into allowing me to be the operator while she's the listener. That's been fun. It's not something I can, or want to, do often but, with the right person, it can be a highly charged experience.

Undressing Scarlett

Video was removed

Thank goodness that technology is catching up with our adolescent "X-Ray Glasses" fantasies.

Re-Education: A Fantasy

He awoke, groggy, the feeling of unnatural sleep still holding him down and he began to feel an immediate malaise. As quickly, he realized that he had no idea where he was. He discovered that more than sleep kept him immobile. With his limited strength, he struggled against for cuffs that secured his wrists and angles. He would have shouted for help were it not for the gag in his mouth. He would have looked about except that something opaque covered his eyes.

He tried to cast his mind back to grab hold of his last solid memory. He could go no further than standing at a urinal in his company's bathroom. He would not be able to come up with more, for that was the moment when a pair of rough, thick hands held a chloroform-soaked rag to his mouth and nose.

The hands belonged to Charles, who now sat watching the inane struggle of Michael against his bonds. Charles held back a chuckle. The plan had gone perfectly. After Michael fell easily into unconsciousness, it took little effort for Charles to drag the helpless weakling out of the restroom and into the waiting van outside wher Angela waited anxiously.

It would be a few days until he saw Angela again and the two of them took this opportunity to say farewell and celebrate their successful abduction with a heated fuck in the back of Charley's van, right next to the prone body of Angela's husband.

Once he awakened, Michael was moved to a chair. This could have happened earlier but this was a good way to demonstrate Charley's strength as he lifted the now naked Michael. Charley's muscles rippled, though it would be a bit more time before Michael would see the full extent of Charley's physical prowess. The blindfold removed from behind, Michael sat before a television set. The image of Angela filled the screen. She was addressing the camera and, it seemed, looking right into Michael's eyes.

"Hello, Michael," she said icily. Beautiful Angela was not a woman to be trifled with. He knew her tone but couldn't fathom what might have made her angry. She was so angry that she appeared to be shaking. Her head was moving up and down almost imperceptibly.

"I found your magazines. You know the ones," she continued. "I should have known, and I think I did, really. I think, deep dow, that I knew you weren't a real man. Just a sissy trying to be a man. That's probably why I had to find a real man... Meet Charley," she said as the camera zoomed out.

Angela hadn't been shaking with anger. Rather, she had been slowly riding Charley's cock while she spoke. He was under her and she nwo moved farther up and down the large man's cock. His face was visible and he smiled before his eyes rolled back in his head the from the pleasure Angela provided him.

"Charley is standing behind you right now. We talked it over and decided that I'll stay married to you, Michael, but there will be changes. Charley is going to be the new man of the house since you're simply not a man. I will now only please Charley, or anyone he wishes me to please. And you, my dear, will have the same role."

"You're going to spend some time with Charley and his friends until he's satisfied that you'll be able to follow directions. I'll check in with him from time to time to make sure you're being a good girl. Don't worry about work, dear. I talked to your boss and he's fully abreast of the situation. Your job will be waiting, though your duties will include a bit more. You'll figure out exactly what I mean once Charley has you admitting to yourself just how much you crave cock. By the end of the week, you won't know how you lived without it."

Michael continued to watch his wife ride Charley until they came to a screaming conclusion. The video continued as Angela got off of Charley and licked his cock clean. While she sucked his now-limp (but significantly larger) cock, another man came out from behind the camera and positioned himself behind her. Charley could be heard saying, "Go ahead, Kevin, fuck her ass."

Angela yelped as Kevin drove his cock into a location that Angela had never let her husband enter, no matter how much he begged.

The tape kept going as Michael watched helplessly, seeing Kevin deposit his load in Angela's shapely bottom. The picture faded to black after zooming in on a final close-up of Angela's mouth wrapped around Charley's revitalized tool.

Michael was startled when a voice came from behind him (despite Angela's warning). "You're going to be sucking me just like that before tonight is over. Are you ready for your first lesson?"

Michael shook his head but was in no position to protest. His chair was turned around and he faced Charley in the flesh. The large man was clad in a work shirt and boots with his erect cock sticking out of his jeans. He unsnapped the leather band that kept Michael's gag in. When he removed the gag, Michael was amazed by its girth and shape -- it was a side, short, dildo, now dripping with Michael's slobber.

"Looks like you're sucking cock already. Angie thought that'd be a good way to start you out." Charley smirked and ran his thumb over Michael's lips. "That mouth is going to look so good around my cock. But first, I think you should feel what a real cock is like."

Charley pulled Michael's right wrist strap until his hand brushed Charley's cock. "You know you want to touch my cock, you fucking sissy. Angie showed me your magazine collection. All those stories about guys sucking each other. Well, I'll never suck you off but you'll do it for me. You're gonna take my load down your throat and up your ass. I can tell just by looking at you that this is turning you on."

Shamefaced, Michael realized that Charley was right. His cock was hard. How could he be aroused by this crude behemoth? How could finding out that his wife was putting out for Charley and his friends be a turn on? Or did Charley really know something? Without even realizing it, Michael had grasped Charley's hard cock and was rhythmically stroking it.

"How many cocks have you stroked, bitch?" Charley asked.

Without taking his eyes off of Charley's meat in his hands he replied, "Two. Mine and yours."

"Make that one bitch. You don't have a cock," Charley corrected, "just a defored clitoris. You're practically a girl with that bump between your legs and I'm going to treat you that way. You're going to that thing as a clit and that hole as your pussy. Are we clear?"

"Yes."

"That's 'Yes, Sir,' faggot. You'll only refer to me as 'Sir,' 'Daddy,' or 'Master.' Are we clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. You're doing fine with your first cock, honey. You stroke it very well."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Do you want to taste it?" Charley asked. Fear gripped Michael. He was suddenly torn. If he said the first thing that came into his head it would have been, "Yes, yes, oh god yes" but this reaction shocked him. He didn't want that cock anywhere near him, especially his mouth, but doing so would have fulfilled countless fantasies that Michael wouldn't admit to. How many times had he stroked his... clitty... and thought about how it'd feel to have a man pumping his cock in and out of his mouth? He couldn't admit it. He shook his head silently, no.

SMACK Michael felt Charley's open palm against his face, leaving a stinging hot mark. "Don't fucking lie to me, bitch." SMACK Another blow fell on the other cheek. Tear ran from Michael's eyes yet, inexplicably, his hand remained on Charley's member, still stroking.

"I'm going to ask you again. This time I want the truth. Do you want to suck my cock?"

Michael couldn't look into Charley's eyes. He could only stare at the cock -- now at mouth level. He licked his lips and nodded assent.

"Say it," Charley commanded.

He gulped and, in a quiet voice, admitted to Charley and himself, "I want to suck your cock."

"Louder, bitch. Make me believe it."

"I... I want to suck your cock."

"Who are you talking to?"

"Sir... I want to suck your cock, Sir."

"I don't care what you want, bitch. So you're going to have to beg me."

"Sir, may I suck your cock?"

"No. I simply don't believe you. I don't believe you really want to."

Without thinking, Michael blurted out, "Oh, but I do, Sir, Please. Please let me suck it!"

Smiling, victorious, Charley continued, "Why should I?"

The answer bubbled up deep from within Michael's psyche, "I should hope to please you, Sir, to take your load, to give you pleasure." It was almost as if Michael were outside of himself, not believing that that these words and sentiments were genuinely his. Or was he simply still to scared to admit it?

"Who do you belong to?" Charley asked.

"You, Sir."

"Whose cock do you serve?"

"Yours, Sir.

"What will you do for me?"

"Anything, Sir."

"Anything?"

"Yes, Sir, anything." It was all true.

"Now, sissy, tell me what you want."

"To please you, Sir."

"Did you get that?"

This last question confused Michael, especially as it didn't seem to be directed at him.

A door to the right of them opened. "Got it!" came a voice, followed by the person who owned it. It was Kevin, video camera in hand.

"Good," said Charley and the two high-fived. "Sissy, you'll remember Kevin from the video earlier."

"Your wife has a great ass," Kevin confided. "I love fucking her, and so does my girlfriend, Melanie." Turning back to the door Kevin shouted, "Melanie, come on out and meet Michael!"

Stepping from the shadowy confines of Kevin's studio, Melanie said, "Shouldn't 'She' have a better name than 'sissy,' 'faggot,' or 'Michael?' I mean, if you want me to turn her into more of a girl, she should have a girl name." Melanie sashayed in, her long legs exposed under her cut-off jeans and the light catching on the diamond in her belly button.

Melanie stalked around Michael and Charley; Michael's hand still stroking the hard dick of his master.

"Hmmm... 'Michelle' is too obvious. I think something more girlie would help take away the rest of her tiny amount of masculinity." Eying some take-out garbage in the trash, Melanie exclaimed, "I've got it!"

Taking out her lipstick, Melanie stood between Michael and the two men. She turned and stepped away, revealing Michael's new name, written gin scarlet across his forehead. "Boys, meet 'Wendy.'"

"Hello, Wendy," the two men said in unison.

Unsure, Michael/Wendy stammered, "Hello."

Now, where were we?" Kevin asked, framing up his next shot via his camera's viewfinder.

"We were about to see Wendy suck her first cock," said Charley.

"And now she knows she's got an audience," laughed Melanie, who pulled up a chair next to Wendy as to not miss a stroke. "I've never seen someone's first time, except, I guess, when I watched Angela go down on a girl... but I did a bit more than just watch," she giggled.

"Guide me in, Wendy. Take your first lick."

Still fearful of his own desires, Michael/Wendy licked Charley's cock with trepidation. He felt the silky skin and tasted the acrid salty taste of Charley's precum.

"Keep licking, girl, lick it like a lollipop," Kevin encouraged behind the lens.

Playing a bit to his audience, Wendy gave Charley an over-stylized long lick, her tongue swirling around the bulbous head of Charley's cock. Melanie nearly broke out in applause at the sight of Wendy relishing her new role.

Moaning, Charley encouraged her, "Suck it you bitch, suck it. You were born to suck cock, girl, and you know it now. Embrace it. Take it. This is your birthday present."

Taking Charley into his mouth, Melanie whispered into Wendy's ear, "We're hear to raise you, to train you to be the sissy you were meant to be. I'm going to teach you how to dress and be a lady. Charley's going to teach you how to please a man. Kevin's going to document everything and probably take a few turns at your mouth and pussy, too."

To Be Continued

Open-Minded Wet Nurse

The local free magazine hosts a wide variety of interesting personal ads. The one that caught my eye a few weeks back started with the line, "Open-Minded Wet Nurse."

A woman was renting out her lactation ability. A visit to the URL provided, along with a few phone calls, shed some more light on the offer. The woman, Mistress Sue, also provides a wide array of other fetish fulfillment but her "hook" is her continued lactation.

Having never tasted breast milk, I was incredibly curious. Moreover, I had some great conversations with Mistress Sue. Though she's a professional Dominatrix, she didn't put on the typical airs that so many unprofessional professionals tend to do. No "bow, yield, kneel!" from the word go. Instead, we talked like two rational human beings, discussing our likes, dislikes, and curiosities.

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When we met, Mistress Sue wore a lovely red outfit of lace. A bustier, thigh high stockings, garters, and panties. She welcomed me with a hug and a whisper in my ear, "There's Mommy's little slut."

My knees melted a bit at her words while other parts of me stiffened significantly. She helped me out of my clothes and into a pair of pink panties. "Oh, she's such a cute little girl," she cooed, rubbing her long fingernails over the silky drawers.

Mommy laid me down on a king-sized bed. The room was darkened, lit only by candles. I could smell the soft scene of her skin, feeling the warmth of her fingers as she pulled my testicles out from the panties and attached a set of electrodes. She sat next to me, her fingers toying with my nipples, sending ripples of desire through me along with a slow, low current of energy that built. She kept her eyes locked to mine, breathing in time with me as I began to feel the prick of electricity build to what felt like a steady thump against the underside of my cock, as if it were a metronome.

The way she looked down at me, it felt like she was the only person in the world. She filled my field of vision. She lowered the intensity of the electricity before lifting one of her breasts out of her bustier.

"Is my baby hungry?" she asked. I nodded, unable to speak, so excited by the idea of what might occur next.

She lowered her breast to above my mouth and, squeezing on either side, sprayed a thin stream of warm, sweet milk onto my waiting tongue. It was wonderful. I felt it run down my tongue and I savored the taste all along its path. She sprayed again and then put her nipple into my mouth. I sucked and suckled, trying to find the way to get her milk from her breast. I worked her breast as best I could until I finally found a way to get the milk out with the pressure of my mouth.

Mommy began satisfying my thirst, my hunger, my lust, with her delicious breast milk. I could feel it dripping down my tongue and I swallowed. She took the breast away and I nearly cried like an infant until she replaced it with her other breast. She switched off several more times, allowing me to suckle at her teats for a good long while.

I won't say that I was satisfied when she took her breast away for the last time because I don't think that I could ever be sated from that. I wanted to do it all night long. But, she had different things in mind.

She put a pacifier in my mouth before moving to the foot of the bed. I stared up at the ceiling as she busied herself. She tugged down my panties before she lifted up my legs. She told me to hold them up and I complied. Cool wetness fell over my exposed bunghole, followed soon by a gloved finger.

I moaned around the pacified as she entered into me with one finger and then two. I looked down to see her smiling as she manipulated my opening. She pushed my legs higher and replaced her fingers with the head of a strap-on dildo.

"Mommy's baby needs to be fucked," she taunted before pushing into me. She fucked me deeply, moving up close and resting her body on my erection. As she moved in and out of me, the friction from her flesh on my cock was wonderful. It felt like I was being fucked from behind and stroked from the front.

She looked down at me, fucking me, on top of me, and told me, "I want my little slut to make a mess on Mommy's belly." With those words and the pressure/pleasure below, I was over the edge. With each pump of me, she was pumping cum out of my cock and onto her flesh. "Oh, you're making Mommy all sticky," she moaned, feeling the warm wetness between us.

She spread the wetness of my cum over her now-bare breasts and stomach, her cock still inside of me. She slowly slid out before removing the condom on the rubber cock and moving up next to me. She removed the pacifier from my mouth and replaced it with the dildo, allowing me to suck on it while she stroked my hair. When she was satisfied with that, she took the cock out of my mouth and allowed me to feed a little more on the milk from her breasts. As I suckled, she hummed quietly, making me feel completely safe, comfortable, and at ease.

Martian Girl

Yet another photo.

An Evil Twin

Cruella DeVil: My Heroes Have Always Been Evil

I wrote the other day about being enamored with the Queen of Venus when I was a kid. There were many other women that fascinated me. Strangely enough, almost all of them were evil. Amongst my early crushes were these other fictional characters:

• Cruella DeVil
• The Winter Witch (from the animated THE LION, THE WITCH & THE WARDROBE
• Cat Woman (Julie Newmar)

I've never been a big Glen Close fan but I must admit that my loins were stirred when she appeared in the live-action remake of 101 DALMATIONS.

Story from Sybatra

The following comes from my friend and first Mistress, Sybatra.

Once upon a time there was a young man who had applied himself diligently to his studies. When he brought home his report card, it showed many A's and just one B. That B was in Home Economics, a class required by his school, and by his Father's desire that he find ways to make himself useful around the house.

When his Mother saw the report card, she was happy for all the A's, but a little sad for the B. The B meant certain punishment when Daddy came home. She sent Michael to his room to wait for his Father, as she knew she should.

When his Father arrived home, he could hear his parents voices below him, then his father called up the stairs "Son, come down to the Kitchen. Now."

Michael came down immediately, not daring to do anything to increase his Father's anger. The boy stood, eyes cast down, waiting for what was to come. Mother sat quietly watching as Daddy stripped his son naked and put him in a frilly apron, leaving his bottom bare, and not much else covered either.

"Now for a little lesson in Home Economics, my boy. I trust this will help you bring that grade up to an A as it should be"

The tall man checked the windows, seeing that they were all covered and closed, that no one could see in, and then it began.

"On you knees!! Now bend over, hands on the floor."

Mom watched as Daddy paddled Michael's bare bottom with a wide steel spatula. As the welts grew, the boy was driven closer and closer to his mother's feet.

"Kiss them!", the words boomed in the boy's ears. "You will learn to respect the role of homemaker, and take your studies seriously."

The paddling went on as his Mother, following orders, stood and removed her panties, dropping them near the boy. He felt his face pressed down into them, and the paddle stopped.

"Smell them! That is the scent of woman. Honor it!!"

Daddy grabbed him by the back of his hair, and as his Mother returned to the chair, Michael's face was pressed between her legs as she lifted her petticoats and allowed him entrance to her private world.

"Now, lick!!!!"

On his aching knees, forced from behind by Daddy, he had little choice but to do as instructed. Sweet, musky pussy engulfed his senses, and though his bottom stung from the memory of the paddling, and he wanted it to begin again. He wiggled his bottom as he licked, wondering where Daddy was.

Suddenly, deliciously, he felt a warm slippery something and heard "Warm butter!! That's what a good meal needs! Can't eat without warm butter, kid."

Into his tight little ass went butter, and lots of it, worked in by eager probing fingers and followed quickly by what could only be his Father's cock! The Pain was quickly gone replaced by tingling fullness. Caught between hot pussy and the hard cock, the boy rocked and ached and wanted more than could undertsand having. His own cock was throbbing and his fingers longed to enter his Mother's cunt, but he was pinned and helpless and drowning in her juices, aching to be opened even wider from behind.

When the boy came, he screamed and called out "Please hurt me! Love me! Keep me safe..." Then he mumbled, dissolving in gratitude, "I'm sorry, I'll do better. Oh, please just fuck me forever."

Then he curled up small. Daddy removed the frilly apron, and rubbed his back. Mommy washed his face and they carried him to bed. They held Michael close between them and he could still smell the cunt and the cock. He could still taste the love, and feel the heat of the paddle that told him they cared.

Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Julia and I had hung out all afternoon. We had gone to the show, shopped, and dined. She was one of my few female friends. I find my lack of female friends somewhat perplexing as I get along with women much more than I do with men.

Not content to go our separate ways, Julia came over to my apartment where we popped in Baz Luhrmann's MOULIN ROUGE. We started talking about absinthe and I volunteered that I had a bottle available. The film had made me so curious the first time seeing it that I researched and located a place in Czechoslovakia that imported bottles to the U.S. It didn't take much arm-twisting for Julia to talk me into breaking the seal on the beautiful green bottle.

Following the handy instruction card that came with the bottle, we proceeded to soak a lump of sugar with the absinthe, set it aflame, and prepare the drink as Toulouse-Lautrec would have. It tasted awful.

We waited for some kind of chemically altered state to overtake us but, alas, we were as sober as nuns after waiting a half an hour for the drink to take effect. Not prone to giving up, we tried the drink again. This time we followed another instruction on the recipe card, adding a little brandy to the mix. This seemed to work much better.

I noticed that Julia's tongue was loosened by the drink. I wish I could remember how we got onto this topic but I simply can't. It's lost in the haze. All I remember is Julia volunteering that she isn't a fan of pornography, per se, but "give me a good spanking film and I'll be happy."

"I just happen to have a good spanking film, my dear," I offered. "I bought it because John Zorn does the soundtrack. It's called THE ELEGANT SPANKING by Maria Beatty. Shall I?" I gestured towards the VCR.

Julia slapped her knee and proclaimed, "Hot damn! What are you waiting for, son! Get that French crap off the screen and let the spankings begin!"

We refreshed our glasses with the last of the absinthe before the movie began.

Beatty's film is a black and white affair that's artistically shot. Most of it concerns a very bad girl who must suffer at the hands of another woman. Suddenly, Julia began a running commentary all about spanking -- the art and the artifice. "You see, the underwear needs to remain on. White panties are best. They make the woman look like a little girl. Oh, this is good."

"I didn't know you were such a connoisseur of spanking," I joked. Her face turned beet red, as if she didn't realize that she had been speaking aloud.

"Only a little," she said, smiling mischievously. "There's still a lot I need to learn. Did you know that spanking enthusiasts never use the word 'ass' or 'butt' but always say 'bottom'?"

You learn something new every day. We watched the rest of the film, cracking jokes out of mutual embarrassment over seeing racy images on screen. When it was over it would have been time for Julia to go home. However, her eyes were closing and she caught herself snoring a few times.

"I absolutely forbid you to make the drive home in that condition," I told her. "You can spend the night here. Sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

I led her to my bedroom, laid out a large t-shirt for her to sleep in, and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I came out, she was sitting on the edge of the bed. "You really don't need to sleep on the couch. I can share."

I won't pretend that the look in her eye was completely innocent or that I didn't notice it. I will say that I didn't think of what that look would mean to our friendship if I joined her in bed. At that moment, I didn't care.

Crawling into bed next to her, I turned off the light. For a few minutes we pretended to be responsible adults rather than the horny kids we felt like.

I moved close to her, feeling the heat of her body next to mine, smelling the sweet scent of her hair. I had fantasized about what it would be like to make love to Julia before -- no woman is safe from a man's imagination -- but never thought I would be doing it. I put my hand on her hip, feeling the t-shirt beneath my fingers. I slid it up to reveal the soft flesh beneath. I could feel the waistband of her underwear -- white, just like the girl in the spanking video.

I slid my hand into her underwear, cupping her mons and feeling the prickles of hair under my palm. She moaned a bit and leaned back into me. I put my mouth on the side of her neck and kissed for a few seconds before biting her skin. She almost hiccuped with excitement. She pressed her body harder against mine, feeling my hardness behind her ass, I'm sure.

She reached back, grabbing me and pulling me even tighter, grinding against my cock behind her and my hand in front of her. I slid a finger along her slit, finding it wet to the touch. I slid inside of her and she gasped. I bit harder into her neck, like a conquering animal.

She struggled against me, wanting to turn her mouth to mine. Rather than allow that, at the moment, I plunged my fingers deep inside of her, my thumb finding her engorged clitoris. My cock grinding against her in time with my fingers, moving in and out of her. She moved her hand from my back to cover the hand inside of her, pushing me deeper. "I need you inside of me," she gasped.

I allowed her to get up onto her hands and knees and pulled her panties down around her thighs. As I got ready to push my cock into her she turned her head towards me and said, "You can put it in my bottom, if you want to."

This invitation couldn't be ignored. I grabbed some lube off the side of my bed and applied it liberally to my cock and her asshole. I pushed myself inside of her, generating a low moan from her that raised in pitch as I got deeper. I watched her arm move as she rubbed herself in time with my now-deep thrusts. I could hear her moving towards climax and I knew that I was as well. Her sphincter gripped my cock, pulling me nearer to orgasm.

Her body began to shake and shudder as she pushed her face into a pillow to muffle a scream. I was seconds behind her as I began cumming deep inside of her. My hips bucked involuntarily, plunging me between her cheeks as I dumped my cum into her bowels. She collapsed, sliding my cock out of her as she hit the bed.

I fell next to her, holding her close as we caught our breath. The room was spinning in a combination of drunkenness and sexual revelry. Our chaste friendship was no longer so. I'm not sure if this was as much Julia's concern at the moment as it was mine.

It turned out not to matter much. We had a few weeks of more sexual experimentation. It turned out that I had quite a hand at spanking and she had quite a mouth for fellatio. However, her employer came between us, making her a terrific offer in another state. We still talk from time to time. We're not as close as we were before our sexual adventures and I'm not sure if it's the sex or geography that got in the way but I don't think that either of us regret that night of debauchery.