Ginger's Secret Phone Sex Fantasies http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/ Copyright 2007 Tue, 13 Nov 2007 20:38:12 +0000 http://www.movabletype.org/?v=3.31 http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss Shoe Lover's Fantasy It's always been the shoes. No matter if the woman was young or mature, shaved, bushy, blonde, brunette, pale or bronze; the shoes were always the required accessory for a thunderous ejaculation.

My earliest memories of sexy shoes were from the glossy porn mags I had enjoyed as a senior in high school; mature beauties posed a la Betty Page in seamed hose and tall patent pumps. Perhaps it was the expressions on the models' faces; a look that hinted at some dark bizarre sexual knowledge. Perhaps it was the way the six inch pumps shaped their well toned calves and thrust their tight buttocks higher in the air. Or, perhaps it was how they parted their labia with the tip of the stiletto heel, but I clearly remember stroking myself into a frenzy while gazing at two or three of those magazines laid open on my bed.

When the opportunity arose, I would examine my mother's collection of footwear; rich Italian leather dress pumps in black, red, and ivory; both closed and open toe. Then there was a variety of white strappy sandals for summer and several kinds of espadrilles; some with long jute laces. The leather's musky aroma was intoxicating. I wondered if she admired herself in front of the full length mirror, trying on different pairs as she prepared for an evening out on the town.

There was a long hallway that led from mom's bedroom to the living room, and I distinctly remember the sound of her heels clicking on the hard tile floor. Her Italian pumps produced a rather sharp, deliberate report and the espadrilles would resound with an additional heavy thump.

Occasionally, whenever she was out of the house, I would pick up one of her black patent pumps and rub the smooth, glossy toe under my youthful erection. The feeling was almost indescribable. Once, I nestled my balls in the heel end of a burgundy suede D'Orsay and held my throbbing erection across the gold instep. There was no stopping my ivory explosion into the toe of the shoe. I spent the next hour cleaning it; making certain that I left no trace of my sordid activity.

Whenever I was out in public and an attractive woman walked past, my eyes would immediately scan down to see what kind of shoes she wore. Flats might indeed be comfortable for walking, but they held no attraction for me. Only shoes that elevated a woman and shaped her legs were really arousing. I found that I had a particular liking for mules due to their minimum coverage. The nude heel and bare toes always made my head spin.

I came to believe that some women revealed as much about their sexuality through their choice of footwear than they ever disclosed with their eyes. Ankle-strap pumps always hinted at kink or domination. Rich, expensive leather heels told me that their owner was accustomed to the finer things in life. She would want her pussy licked long and properly. A good pair of running shoes suggested a woman who was a healthy fuck. She might wear them during sex for traction. A pair of Doc Martens would be the choice for someone with a pierced clit; someone who might enjoy anal sex. And a pair of simple white, canvas tennies with lace socks, well...there was a woman who'd tie her hair in pigtails and lick a cherry lollipop while you slammed her hips into the mattress.

And then came the day that I met Ginger. It happened in a shoe store - imagine that! My western boots were getting a bit scuffed and it was time for a new pair. Those gray snakeskin ones in the display window looked very appealing, so I waltzed in, sat down and asked for a pair in size 12. It was a busy day at the mall and most of the available chairs were filled with mothers and children. As I waited for the store clerk to return, through the door walked one of the most incredible young women I'd ever seen.

She wasn't terribly tall, but her legs were breathtaking and when I saw that her tiny feet were perched atop a pair of wooden soled sandals, my cock began to stir immediately. Her toenails glowed a fluorescent fuschia. At the top of her athletic thighs were a skimpy pair of ragged, faded cut-off jeans that barely covered her hips and well rounded ass. Above that she wore a whispy multi-colored tie-top over a white lace bra. And she was walking right toward an empty seat next to me. God, if I had run across her picture in a magazine, I'd have been whacking up a storm!

The store clerk returned with a large box and displayed the handcrafted Tony Lamas to me. "Nice boots!" exclaimed the hot redhead. I took a chance and replied,"sexy sandals." She smiled sweetly. The aroma of jasmine radiated from her body and I did my best to control my arousal. Could it be that I had encountered another person with a shoe fetish? My lust and curiosity were in control now. I needed to know. I had only planned to buy the Lamas, but I couldn't leave yet. This was about to get expensive.

"First, could I see a pair of those pink Candies Baby Dolls...in a six?" asked the babe. I swallowed hard. My cock was growing harder.

"Certainly! And will there be anything else for you, sir?" the clerk inquired.

"Uh...yes," I stammered, quickly deciding what sort of 'shoe statement' I wanted to make. "Can I see the REI hikers?" Nikes would have been a fashion move; I was trying for 'serious outdoor activity.'

"Going on vacation?" asked the woman. "Oh...I'm Ginger," she said, flashing that bright smile again.

"Andrew," I replied. "Yea, I'm going up to ...uh, Mt. Charleston." I attempted to sound convincing.

"Mmm, I've heard it's very pretty up there," Ginger said.

The clerk returned with our selections and I fumbled with my laces as Ginger easily slipped out of her clunky sandals and into the shiny Baby Dolls. She stood up and approached the mirrors, admiring herself from several angles. Figuring that I had nothing to lose, I commented,"Very innocent looking. Going to a party?"

Ginger giggled, tipped one shoe up on its toe and answered,"Na...just saw 'em and had to have 'em."

Bingo! Flirtation.The game was afoot.

Within twenty minutes, she bought two more pairs of sandals and my MasterCard was nearly maxed out. I had a few bucks left in my wallet so I asked her to join me at the Rainforest Cafe. We got to know each other better while sipping tropical drinks bubbling with dry ice as a video of the Serengeti Plain changed from dawn to dusk on the large curved wall.

That was two years ago, and a hundred pairs of shoes.

Last Sunday night, Ginger strode into the living room wearing nothing but a wide brimmed Hollywood hat, rose tinted glasses, a playful smile and her newest pair of CFMs - that's "Come-Fuck-Me's" for those of you with other fetishes. She had gone shopping earlier that day and I was hoping she had found something particularly decadent for our kinky playtime. "They're called 'Betty Grable,'" she said.

Ginger struck a series of standing poses while I stroked myself on the couch, admiring the classic shoes. Very 1940's, they were black satin, open-toed, 5 inch platforms with a bow; an excellent addition to the collection. She grabbed one of the plain oak dining room chairs and sat down in front of me.

Placing her feet *sur les pointes*, my girl spread her thighs, pulling her smooth, ruddy labia open for my inspection. A new pair of shoes was always the occasion for some nasty show-and-tell, and Ginger's arousal was fired by the power she held over me. Peering between the sunglasses and hat brim, she teased,"You like?" The swollen veins in my erection confirmed my approval.

She stood up and placed one foot upon the chair, then began slowly working her fingers between those meaty folds. One finger was just a warm up. Two, only a tease. Ginger was hitting her stride as the third digit disappeared.

In a rich, alto tone, laughter echoed from somewhere deep within her soul. "Well...I'm waiting!" As Ginger tucked her pinky in alongside the other three fingers, I took my position in front of her; my eyes darting between her pussy and the chunky black satin shoes. "Give it to me!" she coaxed.

I felt that familiar jolt, as the trigger between my body and mind was released. The first thick thread of cream exploded and made a jagged trail across her ankle and shoe. Ginger pumped her hand and shot me that 'give me more' look. My body convulsed as a second...then a third stream splashed onto the target. Reeling from the force of my climax, I went limp and nestled my head alongside Ginger's.

She curled all her fingers deep inside, pulled against her swollen ridges and unleashed an even more powerful orgasm; milky rivulets trailing down her wrist and dripping onto the shoes.

Still shuddering in the afterglow, Ginger brought her spicy fingers to my mouth and hinted,"That would make such a nasty picture, babe. I did put some film in the camera..."

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2007/11/shoe_lovers_fan.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2007/11/shoe_lovers_fan.html Tue, 13 Nov 2007 20:38:12 +0000 Love Slave (Amber's Abduction) Amber was eighteen, blonde haired, brown eyed and very pretty. She was popular with women and pursued by men. When she had finished high school, she went with a group of girlfriends inter-railing around Europe before going to Art school. She hoped her results were good enough but her favorite teacher Mr. G had left the year before. She had quite liked him although he was rather old. She remembered when she had tried to flirt with him. He had smiled and patted her bum. When she thought about it she realized she could have got him into trouble but she had rather enjoyed it. He was much nicer than some of the dirty old men and equally dirty old women that had taught her. Some had stripped her naked with their eyes since she was twelve. Perhaps she would look Mr G up.
For now school was out and life was fun. Clubbing and drinking and occasionally, fucking. She didn't particularly enjoy screwing and had rarely had an orgasm but was sure there was something there. The sweaty short fumbling she had experienced so far must, she thought, get better. She knew from masturbation what was possible. Sometimes she wondered if it was her. Her mother had told her sex was unpleasant and Amber wondered if she was right. But mommy had been a man hater ever since the divorce some five years before. Daddy had been denied access rights and Amber had not seen him since. Had mommy's admonitions made her frigid? Did she intimidate her partners? But these worries were transient and soon forgotten in the pleasures of Europe. Swimming, sunbathing and then, one glorious evening making love on the beach. Christoph was the best yet she mused as she drifted exhausted into sleep.
Her slumbers were filled with troubled dreams and half heard noises. Slowly she awoke. She went to turn towards Christoph and; what was it? She couldn't. She panicked and opened her eyes. Nothing. It was blacker than the deep of the night. And there was no sound of the sea. She moved her arm. Nothing. She lay still feeling her restraints. Her wrists were fixed by the side of her head but perhaps a foot on either side. She went to raise her head and felt the restraining collar. She could feel the air on her naked thighs and then the metal bands around her ankles. She was firmly fixed unable to more than flex her muscles against her restraints. Blind and deaf she lay scared. She was, she realized, in the ideal position to be raped. Terrified she ran her tongue over her parched lips and moaned.
Then she screamed. A hand had brushed against her thigh. "Who are you. What do you want?" she moaned" Silence was the answer. "Please" she whimpered. "What do you want with me. I haven't any money." A hand stroked her thigh down the inside getting perilously close to her cunt and then played with a breast, gently twisting and pulling at her nipple. "Please" she moaned. "Please don't." It stopped. "Thank you" she whispered. "Thank you." Her relief was short-lived. The hand was on her thigh again. Insistently, slowly a finger traced a line to the very edge of her labia. "Please" she sobbed "please" Then a finger ran along the slit. Back and forth it rocked. "Please. Please" she whimpered like a whipped puppy. She was terrified, she knew her body was responding. She hated it, but the erotic finger gently stimulating her aroused her. She could feel she was becoming moist and, Oh No, she was opening to that finger. It slid without resistance into her. A shock went through her body as it touched her clit. She tensed her body and realized in despair she had thrust her hips up. The finger was deep into her. She pulled back but the finger followed. "Please don't" she begged as another joined it. They squeezed that most sensitive spot. Then slowly oh so slowly she could not help responding. Her hips were beyond her conscious control as they ground against the fingers. She pushed towards them, all the while begging for it to stop. But she wondered whether her body or her mind was right. She could feel the heat rising. She knew she was about to explode, to melt. Her nipples were painful her tummy on fire and then without warning the fingers were gone. She sighed in relief and disappointment. And then a thrill caused her to strain up. A tongue was on her clit. She could feel unshaven cheeks rasping against the sensitive skin at the top of her thighs. He was sucking her swollen bursting clit between his lips, the tip of his tongue gently flicking against it. She felt his teeth, nipping gently. And then, in despair, she had the best orgasm of her short life.
An eternity later exhausted and satiated she lay still smelling the scent of her arousal. She was horrified and deeply ashamed. Her body had been played like a musical instrument. His tongue the bow across her clit shaped violin. She remembered with warmth the wracking passion that had destroyed an intelligent modern woman and made her a writhing moaning animal. Whoever he was he had used her just as he wanted and she had hated it. She had loved it. Confused and frightened she lay pinned and splayed worrying what was to happen to her.
She drifted in and out of shallow sleeps, each awakening a reminder of her shame and her pleasure. Then there were hands at her groin again. Were they the same. To her horror she knew she would never know. There could be hundreds of men watching her. Watching her writhe in ecstasy. Watching her beg in shame. Watching her tight sharp nipples and her heaving breasts. Seeing her raise her hips to those hateful exciting fingers. What was happening? She could feel something but what was it. Then she felt something cold and hard. What were they doing to her? She moved her hips and felt something gritty beneath them. Then she felt something warm brushing her groin. It was gentle and soothing and rather pleasant. And then there was a scraping. With a scream she understood. She was being shaved. She begged; she promised, she threatened, but the razor continued its work. She felt it sliding across her pussy, across the junction between her stomach and her thighs and then between her labia and her anus. Fingers ran over her. She could feel how smooth she was. Then, could it be true, she was licked. All of her private parts felt the sliding tongue. The razor returned and then the tongue. Eventually it appeared he was done. But was it a he she wondered. The cheeks had been smooth.
The bands holding her ankles were moving. She could do nothing as they were brought up and back so her thighs, splayed wide were pressing against her nipples. Her hard nipples she realized. Then something was clipped to her labia. They pressed insistently on either side. Not painful but causing her to feel the blood coursing through her body. She felt them being pulled wide. Amber lay exposed, pulled wide like a laboratory animal awaiting disection. There was nothing she could do. The realization of her complete vulnerability sent her into floods of tears. She was beyond begging, beyond intelligent thought. She moaned and whimpered. Then something painful was pushing into her. She tried to move away from it but was held rigid. Suddenly without warning her bladder relaxed and she felt the relief as it emptied. But she could not feel wetness on her thighs. Desperately trying to think rationally she realized that a catheter had been inserted. Then despite her moans something was pushed into her bottom. Amber had never done anal so she had no way of estimating the size but it felt huge. She lay in despair. What worse could they do to her? With a shriek, she realized liquid was invading her bowels. She could feel it bubbling inside her forcing its way higher and higher distending her stomach. She tried desperately to expel the invader in her rectum. Straining as with the worst constipation. But it was held firm. It was awful. But then it was worse. Suddenly, without warning, it was removed and, to her despair and shame she shat. She could feel the explosions in her bottom and then could smell the results. Her bottom was sponged with warm water and patted dry with a soft towel. She could feel powder being dusted on. Then she screamed as something was put back in her anus. It felt huge. It stretched her painfully. However much she strained and moaned and begged she could not get rid of it. She sank back in despair.
There was a prick in her arm and she could feel a needle being inserted. She could feel sticky tape strapping something hard to her arm. Her jaws were opened wide, held apart by something hard and metallic and she felt her teeth being cleaned. She gulped nervously lest she choke. Then she tried desperately to choke. She could feel a tube being pushed down her throat. Now she could not speak. She lay there unmoving knowing she was helpless. Then there were strange sensations in her stomach. Not painful but it was being stretched, and stretched, and stretched. Just before it became unbearable it stopped. She could feel fingers running over her belly testing the tautness of the skin.
Her legs were moved so they were clear of her breasts. She felt fingers playing with her nipples making them tight. Then it was a strange sensation; a gentle pressure, not painful rather as if someone was continuously sucking them. The fingers returned to her pussy. They ran along her outstretched labia. She realized how obscene she must look. Then she moaned, she was being fingered again. She felt sure now it was someone different. This one was less gentle more urgent. The fingers squeezed and pulled. It was painful. But she recognized the sensations in her belly. She was aroused. Then with an inarticulate moan she came. Almost instantly it seemed her cunt was on fire. An agonized shriek came from her gagged throat. She twisted and bucked her hips. It was impossibly painful. A hand pushed her groin holding her firm and then as another excruciating spasm of white agony shot through her she passed out.
Slowly she recovered consciousness. She remembered it. But there was no pain now. She felt fingers working at her pussy. She could feel a needle being pushed into her and then a thread being pulled through the hole, but no pain. It stopped, her feet were returned to their starting position and she was left. Amber wondered what had been done to her. Slowly, very slowly, the pain returned to her cunt. But it was a throbbing aching pain not that ghastly heart stopping stab of pain. What had they done? Amber panicked. They could have done anything. Perhaps she had been sterilized. She started to panic. She struggled against her unmoving restraints. Then a soft female voice started speaking to her. "Amber is a slave, Amber is a slave" It repeated insistently. "Amber loves Master, Amber belongs to Master. Amber worships Master. There is only Master, Amber is nothing. Amber is unworthy of Master. Amber wants Master to use her. Amber's wishes are nothing. Amber is nothing. Amber wants Master to take her. Amber wants Master to fuck her. Amber wants Master's cock in her throat. Amber begs to kiss Master's ass." On and on it went softly insistent repeating. Amber wanted to scream. "I am not a slave. I am free, I am free."
But she began to wonder. "Who is Master? What is he like? Is he kind? Will he love me? Will I love him?" "Amber wants Master's babies. Amber wants Master to make her belly swell. Please Master fuck Amber. Amber is nothing. Please Master make Amber whole. Please Master let Amber lick your balls, suck your prick. Amber wants Master to fill her cunt. Amber wants to be impregnated. Please Master put Amber to stud. Amber begs Master to steal her milk." She felt that insistent sucking at her tits. Would Master be like that? Amber was thinking what it would be like when Master took her. "Would he be gentle? Would he make her come?"
She had no idea of time. Every so often she felt food being pumped into her. Always her stomach was overfull. The plug would be removed from her bottom and unwillingly she would shit. Sometimes the surface she was on would vibrate easing her aching back. And all the time, awake and asleep, "Amber begs Master to use her. Amber is Master's pet, His brood mare, his milk cow. Amber is unworthy of Master's children. Another slave should cover Amber. Amber begs to give Master slave babies. Amber is an animal. Amber begs to be kept in Master's kennels. Amber is a little bitch to be covered by a dog." Amber thought constantly of Master. Who was he? How did he own Amber? Slowly unwittingly she became a slave. Her very being yearned to feel Master, to give herself to him.
Then one day it changed. She felt her ankles being unfastened and then almost immediately refastened. She could feel pedals beneath her soles. Her feet were moved. She felt as though she was cycling on her back. She felt wires being taped to her skin on the soft inner thigh and under her breasts. She continued cycling for a while; it was pleasant to exercise her legs. But she grew bored and stopped. A pain shot from her thigh to her breast. She gasped for breath,. She tried to scream. Then hands were at her feet making them pedal. She learned. Stop pedaling and agony would result. And still the voice. "Amber wants her thighs to be strong. Amber wants to wrap them round Master. Amber wants to be fucked by Master. Please Master fuck Amber." Without realizing it she was trying to mouth the words.
When the cycle stopped, Amber flinched awaiting the pain. But nothing happened. Her feet were returned to their original position. Her hands were freed and fixed to a bar above her. "Amber wants her arms to be strong. Amber wants Master in her arms. Amber begs to hug Master. Amber loves Master" She felt her hands being pulled down. She pulled feeling the ache as she pulled weights up. "Amber wants to be strong for Master. Amber wants to be a healthy slave." Day after day she struggled. The pedaling got harder, the weights heavier. "Amber will be strong for Master. Amber will be a perfect slave." Then one day she felt the tube being withdrawn from her throat. "Amber wants to be perfect for Master" Then another female voice started. "It's water to your left" it said, "and fruit juice to the right." "Amber wants to suck Master" the female voice started. She turned her head to the left. Something brushed her cheek. Her neck was not so tightly restrained. She put her tongue out. There was a hard plastic bulb with a tiny drop of water at the tip. She licked it. "Suck," the voice said. She closed her mouth over the bulb feeling a shaft behind. She realized what she was doing. She had never fellated a man now she was sucking this artificial prick. Then she felt something being done to her cunt. A dildo slid into her. "If you want to piss," the voice said, "You'll have to squeeze it" Amber wondered what she meant. The voice droned on. "Amber wants to be strong for Master. Amber wants to be tight for Master. Amber wants to please Master. Master is everything. Amber is nothing." Gradually the effect of her liquid diet began to have its effect. Her bladder was full. She tried to pee but nothing. It was painful. She remembered the dildo. It wasn't very large. Christoph had been much bigger. She tried desperately to squeeze it and felt a tiny release of pressure. On and on she struggled. It was exhausting. She discovered she could do it if she tried really hard but she couldn't sustain the pressure. Spurt by spurt she emptied her bladder. "Amber wants to be strong for Master. Amber wants Master's prick in her tight little cunt." Day after day she exercised, even on some occasions pulling weights cycling and attempting to empty her bladder at the same time. Unconsciously she was repeating what the voice said.
Then she awoke to find she was unrestrained. She felt her body. She realized her eyes were not covered but it was still pitch black. Was she blind? The voice was still speaking on and on. Amber was repeating what it said. "Amber is a slave. Amber loves Master." Then, slowly at first it, started getting light. She found it painful, squeezing her eyes shut. She began to see. The room she was in was walled with mirror glass. She was lying on a couch in the middle. To one side was a cycling machine and to the other a weightlifting frame. In one corner was a bathroom. Carefully, she sat upright and lowered her feet to the floor. She looked at the wall opposite. "God." was her first comment. Her hands flew to her breasts. She looked down. Her nipples were huge like ripe strawberries. "Amber wants Master to suck her" she repeated. "Amber wants Master to take her milk." She looked down at her groin. It was completely bald and her slit looked like a little girls. She pulled her labia apart. Her clitoris was gone and in its place was a pearl mounted in gold. And her inner labia had been cut away. A thin white scar was the only evidence of their existence. She stood and looked at herself. She was much rounder than she remembered and her skin paler. Her stomach, once so flat from exercise was gently rounded. She wasn't fat but she was much softer, more female. "Amber wants to be perfect for Master." She saw, projecting from the wall two plastic dildos. She ran to them knelt and sucked. She wanted to pee and ran to the bathroom. Nothing! "Amber wants to be nice and tight for Master." Frantically she looked around. Lying on shelf was a thin plastic cylinder, no thicker than a finger. She slid it into her and reciting "Amber wants to be nice and tight for Master" she pissed. Then as she looked at herself in the glass she saw a glint of steel in her bottom. "Amber wants Master to fuck her in the ass. Amber begs Master to use her ass for his pleasure." She pulled it out. Her eyes stared it was huge. How was it she hadn't screamed with pain. "Amber wants Master to enjoy her bottom. Amber wants to be perfect for Master." She pushed it back in.
She stayed in that room for an eternity. Food appeared at a slot in the wall. Every so often one of the machines would buzz and she would exercise. Reciting "Amber wants to be clean for Master" she would walk to the shower and be washed. Without realizing it she was doing whatever the insistent voice said. Then she started "Amber wants to be trained for Master. Please Master have Amber trained. Amber wants to be perfect for Master." Her pleading grew in intensity. Her voice implored. She cried. She wanted to be trained. She begged. Then when she awoke there were two books in the room and several training aids. There was a life sized male dummy with realistic balls lying on its back. There were two dummies, male and female, fucking on a bed. She opened the book. "Amber's book of positions for a slave to please her Master." On page after page were illustrations of sexual positions. The other book was "How Amber sucks Master." That day she sat and read. Eventually she took the book and knelt between the outspread thighs of the erect dummy. "Amber wants to lick Master's balls" she said and proceeded to do so. She had read carefully what to do. She started at its feet kissing the soles and proceeded to kiss up the inside of its legs. "Amber wants to go nice and slowly for Master." Slowly Oh so slowly she edged up the plastic legs desperate to reach the hard balls. But "Amber wants to kiss Master all over." Eventually she lay outstretched the tip of her tongue flicking over the stones. "Amber wants to suck Master's balls" and always "Amber is a slave. Amber is nothing. Amber only exists to please Master." "Amber wants to lick Master's ass. Amber wants to tongue Master's anus. Amber wants her tongue in Master's ass." She wept with relief when "Amber wants to lick Master's prick" came from her mouth and then with joy "Amber wants to suck Master. Amber wants to suck Master harder, Harder, Harder" and the dummy spurted into her. "Amber wants to swallow it all. Amber is honored by Master's jizz." She was surprised to see the dummy go limp
Day after day, week after week Amber trained. She learned all the sexual positions. She learned to ream Master whilst he was mounting another slave. She dreamt of him. She so wanted to see him. She ate the food even though it seemed very rich to her "Amber wants to be soft for Master. Amber is Master's little fuck slut. Amber belongs to Master." The one day she realized she was not trying hard enough. However much she tried she sucked him too soon. She couldn't help herself. Even as she recited "Amber wants to kiss Master's thighs" she was sucking the plastic balls. "Amber is naughty. Amber doesn't love Master." Then one morning she looked at the erect dummy and realized she could ride it. Her constant state of sexual arousal made her very frustrated. She straddled the dummy and with one hand parting her labia she sank onto him. The pain was unbelievable. She lay screaming cupping her burning cunt. It seemed to go on forever. She rolled and writhed screaming all the while. Slowly, far too slowly it ebbed. "Amber is wicked. Amber is a whore. Amber is a slut. Amber would fuck anything." And she realized how much she needed to be punished. "Amber begs Master to whip her. Please Master whip the wickedness from Amber." She was weeping with contrition. Perhaps Master wouldn't want her. She couldn't bear the thought. When she awoke there was a pillory in the room. There were rings for her neck and hands, one for her waist and set back rings for her ankles. Reciting "Please whip me Master." She placed herself in position and the rings snapped shut. In the mirrored wall she could see a panel slide back and then, how she trembled, a thin rattan cane appeared held in a leather gauntlet. "Is that Master?" she thought. "Please can it be Master." The rod stroked her, making her tremble with fear and excitement. And then she watched as it rose. She saw a thin red line appear across her bum and then screamed. The pain was unbelievable. Her buttocks wobbled she clenched them and struggled. "Amber thanks you Master. Amber wants Master to whip her idle bottom." Twelve times the dreadful cane sliced into her and twelve times she begged for more. After that she trained the harder but still she begged for the whip. She knew it made her better, more compliant, more the perfect slave. And she knew that unless she was perfect she would never see Master. She cried that she might never see him, never feel him, never give herself to him. She knew she belonged to him but she wanted to make it absolute, unconditional
Then she awoke in darkness. At first she panicked but as she raised her hands to her head and felt the hood. She didn't understand what it meant but she was excited. She knew something new and exciting was to happen. She ran her hands over her body. Her huge nipples were hard. Her pussy was damp with anticipation. Would Master make her come? Would she ever come again? She didn't know whether it was possible without a clitoris. Perhaps whatever had been done meant she would be in agony as he penetrated her. She felt strong leather clad hands pulling her to her feet. There was a collar round her neck and she felt herself being led on a lead. She trembled with excitement. She walked along carpeted corridors and up in a lift. Then she entered a warm room. Her feet sank into the thick carpet. She stood silent as her wrists were fixed behind her back and she was made to kneel. As her head was pushed beneath a duvet she was bursting with joy. She was to lick her Master. She wriggled up over the cool silk sheets that tortured her hard nipples. Master wasn't there. All she could scent was clean linen. It seemed she knelt like that waiting forever. Then she flinched as a hand touched her bum. It was stroking her. She could feel rings but it was a hard hand. It grasped and molded a buttock. She parted her legs invitingly. There was a gentle smack and it stopped. She could sense someone in the room as she waited and then the bed moved. Master was getting in! She could feel her nipples hard and hot and her trembling pussy. She felt the weight of his legs on either side and then smelt his masculinity. Excitedly squealing with pleasure she stuck her tongue out and oh the joy of it licked a hard testicle. A whip slashed into her bum. She squealed with pain. Why was Master cruel to her? She so wanted to please him. Her tongue darted out again and again the whip slashed. She wept. She was failing Master. He would never want to see her again. Then her training cut in. "Amber wants to lick Master's feet. Amber wants to kiss Master's legs." She wriggled down the bed and started showering kisses on the soles of his feet. Slowly oh so slowly she kissed up his shins and then his knees. It was so much more exciting than the dummy she could smell him and taste him and soon, but not soon enough, she would be kissing his prick. She would be perfect for Master. Inch by inch she moved up his thighs kissing and darting her tongue out. Then once again she reached her goal. She kissed and licked and sucked. Dare she go higher. Master moved slightly. What did he want. "Amber wants to lick Master's anus. Amber wants her tongue in Master's ass." Immediately her dexterous tongue flicked along the cleft and then with only pleasure she pushed it hard against the tight knothole. She licked the underside of his balls feeling the throbbing seminal vesicle. She licked up his shaft. Her tongue circled the throbbing helmet. "Amber wants to suck Master. Amber wants to suck Master." She was crying with pleasure. And then suddenly he was gone.
Amber wept and wept as she knelt under the duvet still scented of her Master but empty. What had she done wrong? She was led to her room and sobbing tears of dismay fell to sleep.
It seemed an age before once again she was led to his bed. This time she remembered and knelt, her head at the very edge of the mattress. She was sure she was perfect but yet again she was led away unfulfilled. Then when she knelt before the bed she realized Master was already in it and, to her sorrow, a pair of women. Amber choked on her tears. She hadn't realized he would have more than one slave. Of course he wouldn't want her. These women must be much better than her. She worked her way up his legs feeling soft hands stroking them and imagining soft lips being kissed and breasts fondled. As she started to lick his shaft she realized another woman had it in her mouth. How Amber wished it were her. Then they tumbled about above her head. She inched forward. Oh! Master was fucking the girl. Amber's hands were untied. They shot to feel his firm bum and then gripping his hips firmly she tongued his ass as it thrust back and forth. She smelt the woman's arousal. Amber so wanted it to be her. She wanted Master to fuck her. She was his to do with, as he wanted. She licked and kissed puckering her lips around his anal ring and prodding her tongue hard against it. She felt him shudder. He was cumming. How she wished it was into her. "Amber begs Master to fuck her. Amber begs Master to fuck her!" Then he rolled off the unknown slave and grabbing Amber's hair pulled her lips to his groin. Amber was overcome. For the first time she felt his prick in her mouth. Still half hard, she licked and sucked it clean. She was in heaven as it hardened and she was allowed to continue. "Amber wants Master to come in her throat" she prayed. But it was not be. The other woman got the benefit of his erection as Amber plied her tongue.
She could sense it was different but did not know how. There was the same smell of sexual arousal. Master's buttocks rose and fell as before. She felt his shuddering, and then as he pulled her up to clean him she understood. As she licked and sucked him she knew he had been fucking her in the ass.
The next time Amber was led from her mirrored room it was not to the bedroom. Instead she found herself kneeling on a rug. Blind and deaf she sensed there were other people in the room but hadn't a clue what was going on. It seemed she was there for hours. She dared not move. "Amber wants to be perfect for Master" she whispered. "Amber wants to be perfect for Master." Then she sensed a vibration. She smelt Master. Her head darted forward. He was wearing something. She felt with her lips. It was a gown. Slowly oh so slowly it seemed, whispering "Amber wants to suck Master. Please Master may Amber suck you." she edged it aside. And then oh the pleasure her cheek brushed against his prick. "Amber wants to lick Master's balls." She licked and sucked giving little moans of pleasure. And to her delight she was allowed to suck him properly. Her breasts were so full, her pussy so hot. She felt the fullness of him in her, his balls brushing her chin. Then she tasted his pre cum. Was it possible? Would he honor her so, give her such pleasure? His prick was throbbing. She felt his hands on her hair pulling her forward to take him all into her. She gagged as he pushed against the back of her mouth and then felt it push into her throat. Then she wept. He was coming. He was coming. She was serving him. He pulled back and she felt the last drops of his load on her tongue. She rolled it around her mouth tasting it, feeling its texture. Then delicately, precisely as she was taught, doing exactly as she most desired, she licked him clean.
Several times after that he allowed her to finish him. She exercised in her room constantly thinking of him. She watched herself, seeing the beautiful perfectly feminine slave she had become. Her golden collar, her long blonde hair, her white skin and her gently rounded form. She was proud of her breasts: firm but soft and topped by those huge coral pink nipples. How she wanted Master to suck them. She loved her tight little girl's almost virginal slit, her naked mound, her gently rounded tummy. Master had made her body perfect. She had to make her mind, her very soul as perfect. One day she awoke to find she had thick gold rings though her nipples and her nose. The chased gold ring through her septum was strangely barbaric and very erotic. She looked like some exotic domesticated animal. How right she thought. I am his pet. Her tongue was sore. As she pushed it out she saw five golden studs. They were wonderful she thought. How much more pleasure Master would have when she licked him. She skipped round the room like a child chanting "Amber loves Master. Amber loves Master." Despite the pain she spent the day practising licking her Master. A few days later she awoke a pain in her right breast. She looked in the glass. "Slave Amber" was tattooed on it in a fancy curled script. She was pleased to be so permanently marked as his property. "Amber is a slave. Amber is a slave." And then for the first time she departed from the script. "And Amber loves being a slave." She stood thinking. It was true. She loved being a slave. Having no mind of her own. Having one purpose in life. To serve Master with her body. "No" she thought out loud "Not my body, his body. I am nothing without him." She sat for a while thinking. A great surge of contentment swept through her. Then she prostrated herself on the ground. "Master I am yours. Everything I am, everything I think belongs to you and you alone. Please use me as you want. I want to be perfect for you. The perfect slave." And she wept tears of joy. The voice stopped but Amber continued reciting her love and devotion, her willingness to serve, her unworthiness and her need to be punished. "I can never be good enough for you Master. Please make me perfect. Whip the wickedness out of me." Next day placed herself in the pillory. She clenched her bum anticipating the pain. But she deserved it she knew. "Please Master whip the wickedness out of me. Then the pillory was moving. Slowly and gently she was forced upright and then arched right back. She was held firm. The wall slid open. She saw nothing but blackness. The gauntleted hand came out holding a whip. It had five smooth strands about eighteen inches long. The hand raised and then Amber screamed. She realized her breasts were to feel the lash. She looked in disbelief at it crashed down. Her breasts bounced as five fine red lines appeared on them. Time and again it crashed down. She screamed but she begged for more. By the time the panel slid to she was marked from her shoulders to her crotch by a trelliswork of welts. She sighed with relief when the restraints clicked undone and kneeling massaging her tortured boobs she thanked her kind Master. "Amber will be good. Amber will be Master's perfect fuck slave."
It was a few weeks later when the marks had vanished that her wish came true. She awoke to find her elbows tied behind her back and wearing a blindfold. It was she realized not the usual one. Not as tight and perhaps she could see a glimmer of light through it. She felt excited. Something important was to happen. After an eternity of anxious waiting she was led out. She knew the route to the bedroom now and was bubbling with happiness when she recognized where she was. She stood trembling waiting for something to happen. Then feminine hands led her to the bed. She was surprised when instead of being made to kneel she was laid on it. Hands took her ankles and tied them wide and high. She felt cushions pushed beneath her hips. She lay trying to keep still. Was it to happen? "Amber wants to be fucked. Please fuck Amber." she chanted. "Please fill me Master. Use me. Fill my womb. Take pleasure from me." She began to writhe in excitement. Her breasts were full and her nipples painful. Her pussy dripping. Then she felt the bed move. "Please fuck Amber, Please fuck your slave Master." As she felt his fingers parting her labia and then sliding into her she moaned with pleasure. "Oh yes Master. Oh yes. Amber is yours Master. Your fuck slut Master." And then she screamed with joy. His helmet was in her. And then he was thrusting. He was huge. He was tearing her. She screamed in pain and bucked her hips to take more of him grinding and twisting. Slowly Oh so slowly he shafted her. She felt a rising excitement. Her body was melting. And then for the first time since that last dreadful occasion she came and came and came. Tears of joy were streaming down her face as Master whipped off her blindfold. She squealed with surprise. "Oh Master, Thank you. Thank you" she moaned to her Daddy. "Shut up and fuck slave" he said smiling. So she did.
Epilogue
It was a couple of years later, when Amber helped to train her baby sister Destiny, that she discovered all that had been done to her. She felt sorry for Destiny when she first saw her strapped down plasters over her eyes and headphones in her ears. But she was happy for her. In a few short months she would be Master's willing slave. And how happy she would be when she found that Daddy owned her. Perhaps, Amber thought, I won't be so jealous when he takes her. Amber hated it when, as was usually the case, some other slaves were selected for his bed. She looked down on her sister's naked restrained form. She was very pretty but her breasts perhaps too small. Amber looked down at her own hugely swollen breasts and belly. She was sorry it wasn't Master's child but didn't care otherwise who the unknown sperm donor might be. And Destiny's tummy was far too flat - like a boy. But her thighs were nice and would be much better after her special diet and exercise had had their effect.
Amber sighed as Master frigged Destiny to orgasm. She wondered if she had cum. She was only seventeen and although not a virgin (Or at least had no hymen) could not have fucked that many men. She looked at Destiny's face scarlet with embarrassment and horror as she arched in orgasm. Then it was Amber's task to prepare her for her new life. First she shaved her pubic hair. She took great care to ensure that not a trace of the curls remained, checking with her tongue, that most sensitive organ. Then she attached the clips to the girl's labia and pulled them wide, clipping the cords off at the side. She realized how vulnerable her sister looked. Fitting the catheter was easier than she expected and the enema was simple. She was surprised at the quantity of fizzing soapy liquid. Could she have taken as much? She carefully positioned the bucket and pulled it out. Poor Destiny. She farted mightily and vast quantities of filth were explosively ejected. Having cleaned her sister Amber pushed the smallest of the butt plugs in.
She fitted the saline drip with difficulty before taping the needle holder to Destiny's arm. Then using the sprung clips she held her mouth open. Having cleaned the dainty teeth she pushed the feeding tube down her gullet. She was extremely careful not to push it down the windpipe. She fitted the syringe and ladled in the food. It was disgusting. A mixture of cream, raw eggs, fat and porridge. It was enormously high in calories and roughage. As she pumped Destiny's tummy went taut. Amber tested it. She felt the stomach beneath the skin. Then she turned to Destiny's nipples. She cleaned each very carefully before placing the vacuum cups over each. The pressure differential was low but sufficient to hold them tight.
She returned to her sister's cunt to frig her again. She had never done this before because all Master's slaves had been circumcised. She squeezed and pulled the tight little bud, watching fascinated at the girl's frantic movements. Destiny wailed in passion and Amber applied the razor sharp scalpel. With a terrible scream the tiny sensitive organ was gone. She picked up the brand and cauterized the wound. Destiny lay motionless. Master injected anesthetic and Amber set to slicing the labia minor away. She carefully stitched up the wound before putting a tiny ring just above the livid star shaped scar where the clitoris had been. Then she sat in the control room deciding on the messages Destiny would receive.
Amber visited four times a day. She fed her sister more of the enriching food, changed the catheter bag and evacuated her bowels. The food produced mighty turds. Gradually the butt plugs became larger. The vacuum on the nipple clips was slowly increased. She remembered to switch on the vibrating pad that would stop bedsores. She started exercising the girl. Then one morning she activated the tiny electronic valve that controlled her bladder. From now on Destiny would exercise her vaginal muscles or it would burst. Amber was happy when Destiny first saw her changed body. Like her she was astonished at her nipples and Amber smiled as she watched them harden rapidly. Amber remained responsible for her sister's training although she was absent for a couple of days when she gave birth. She loved the twin black girls she had carried but she loved her Master more, especially when he sucked at her breast. She watched as Destiny first licked him, noting that Destiny made exactly the same mistake of being too eager. Amber slashed the whip down onto her baby sister's unprotected buttocks. Destiny would be a perfect slave. When the time came to whip her firm young breasts Amber was merciless.
A few weeks later she was in Master's bed with Anne and Destiny was at the foot. She felt sorry for her sister when Master removed his hard thick shaft from her mouth but delighted when it slid into her own willing tight vagina. Since the birth she had exercised continually and was now back using the smallest dildo. Then she watched as Destiny knelt waiting in the harem. Amber remembered how she had known there were other people in the room. She looked round at the happy laughing slaves. All were beautiful. All were young. And all loved Master. Then she was entranced as Destiny fellated Master. The child was obviously concentrating so hard. And her delight when he jizzed down her throat was obvious.
Amber ran to tell Master when Destiny made her submission. She showed him the video. Destiny kneeling, arms outstretched, begging her unseen owner to take her. To use her as he wished. Amber ringed the girl in her sleep and then sat and watched as Emily tattooed her breast. Emily was getting more skilled all the time and enclosed "Slave Destiny" in a pretty cartouche of honeysuckle. Finally Amber prepared her sister for her final submission. She led her through the corridors and laid her on Master's bed. She tied the girl's ankles wide to the bedposts and raised her hips. Amber waited kneeling with her legs wide and eyes downcast for her Master. She was jealous of her sister. Then he came in. He patted Amber on the head before sitting beside Destiny. Amber dare not look but she listened to Destiny's moans. Then boiling with jealousy and frustration she heard the girl's scream as her oh so tight cunt was stretched wide.
It was Amber, discovered later, Destiny's first fuck. She was so smug that Master had taken her three virginities. "But" thought Amber as they shared his bed "She can't give him a tit to suck." Destiny was already begging Master to have her naked mons branded with his mark like the rest.

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]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/08/our_new_site.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/08/our_new_site.html Tue, 15 Aug 2006 09:07:56 +0000 Anal Scream Ginger wiggled in her sleep and changed side. She was having a rather restless sleep owing to a very lively dream which seemed to have been stirring her senses in a very disturbing way. The only thing that covered her nakedness was a white lacy underwear which left nothing hidden and most of it was tucked inside her moist slit. Her long red hair covered her face and mouth, her joined palms were between her thighs and she was breathing heavily through her half opened mouth. She was curled up on her right side and her milky breasts were squeezed between her arms and the pillow. Her marvelous swollen nipples protruded like ripe berries and many bloated mauve veins had made their appearance around and on top of her pinkish aureoles.

She was dreaming of herself being in the middle of a large white tent dressed as an oriental belly dancer. Her long red hair was adorned with many thick bejeweled chains which were attached to a golden tiara studded with a large sapphire in the middle; four rows of a pearl necklace embraced her swan neck and the earlobes were pierced by long diamond earrings. Bracelets and rings of every type covered both forearms and all fingers respectively.

From waist up to neck she was naked, having only her nipples cupped by metallic edges which ended in large horse-hair tufts, while a crystal clear red ruby was fitted in her navel. She wore transparent, crotch-less, gauzy harem pants gathered at her knees which left her shaved pussy and asshole totally exposed. Around her ankles she had silver chains embellished with sweet-sounding little bells and she was barefoot.

There were four men of mixed origin dressed in Arab robes, sitting comfortably on huge red puffy pillows decorated with fringes and tassels. The men had their faces covered with the ends of their turbans and she could only make out their hungry piercing eyes which savagely scrutinized every curve of her 25 year old body. She couldn't help noticing that they were completely naked from their waists down to their feet, exposing their long circumcised dicks which hung lazily between their legs like languorous snakes.

Sounds of middle eastern music began to fill the room and Ginger, without second thought, started to move her body following the divine rhythm as if she were in trance. She was swaying her hips slowly, extending and waving her hands up and down, twisting her wrists left and right, in a very artful manner. Although she wasn't fat-5'5'' tall and 119 pounds- she couldn't stop sucking her stomach in, all the time, making her breasts rise and perk right up.

She completed a few spins around herself and then, she turned her back to them and began shaking her naked ass left and right while her hands were lifting and playing with her fiery hair. As the tempo of the music grew quicker, she went on flexing and loosening the muscles of her ass cheeks, bobbing her curvy hips according to the rhythm, causing them to tremble so much as if they were being electrocuted. After playing with her muscles for some time, she cupped both ass cheeks with her palms and began to rotate the pelvis, without moving the legs, making sure to extend her ass as much as she could.

It didn't take her too long to get on all fours. She spread her knees apart and went on moving her body, back and forth, as if she was making love from behind. Then, she put the right side of her face on the floor and raised her butt up in the air, exposing her glistening holes to full view. Her hands were working overtime, running up and down on each ass cheek, rubbing and parting wide open each hole, kneading and pinching the aroused flesh of her warm orbs.

A few minutes later, she lay on her stomach, spread her thighs and bent her knees. By grabbing the ankles with her hands and arching the back, she started moving the pelvis up and down, letting out passionate whimpering moans, pretending that someone was nailing brutally her butt down to the floor. Having amply demonstrated her flawless technique and intentions, she got up, turned around and faced them once more.

She straddled her legs and then, by rocking her hips and bending her elbows, she threw her head back and started revolving each forearm around the other, leaning backwards at the same time very slowly. Her glistening pink cunt opened impatiently, as if it were a cabbage-rose which couldn't resist relishing the early morning dew as soon as possible, and by the time her hair touched the floor she reverted her movement, bringing her body back to its initial position.

She formed a triangle with her hands over the head and began to swing her tits in such way that the horse-hair tufts started to rotate, drawing large circles in the air like big airplane propellers. A big smile of self-assurance carved on her face when she noticed what tremendous impact her performance had on them.

Long slender fingers were stroking now turgid cocks of different lengths and girths, while all the balls were being filled with musky sticky semen to the limit.

There was one organ which really stood out not only because of its length but also for its shape as well. It was 10 inches long, 3-4 inches wide and extremely inclined to the left like a boomerang. The swollen head was dark red and very broad reminiscent of a mushroom's top and the main body was streaked with huge veins which threatened to explode in any minute.

Such was the beauty and might of that 'Colossus' that it had completely blocked her entire view! Taking her eyes off it was something out of the question because the 'one-eyed' monster had overwhelmed her senses with extreme ease, like a royal cobra its prey, by way of sheer mesmerism. She knew she had to taste and feel it deep inside her. No matter how painful it could be, she just wanted it in every hole. She silently swore in her mind to be its eternal slave.

Immediately she got on all fours and crawled her way towards to it, licking her lips and swinging her tits. She placed herself between the stranger's thighs and ran her red hot tongue from his right knee all way up to the pubic hair. The stranger removed his hands and locked the palms behind the back of his head, leaving her the 'field of operations' completely free.

Filled with immense awe, she embraced the shaft of his monstrous cock with the delicate fingers of her right hand and began jerking it off slowly, making sure not to cover the head with the skin each time she guided her hand upwards. She lowered her head and went on licking greedily the heavy balls, looking straight at his eyes at the same time. At some point she felt hands exploring and kneading her ass cheeks but she was so consumed in 'paying tribute' to the object of her passion that she couldn't care less.

The stranger's testicles were big and tight like boiled eggs and it was difficult for her to put one in her mouth and suck it as deep as she could. Nevertheless she stretched her mouth wide open and managed to accommodate only the half of his right testicle inside, and having achieved her goal, she began sucking it with great pleasure, filling her throat and lungs with precious masculine scent of testosterone.

While she was busy sucking that delicious hairy orb someone had completely parted her ass cheeks and a very agile snake-like tongue was licking and tickling her tiny asshole, forcing her to sway her ass left and right in delight. As if that wasn't enough, there were hands playing with her tits and fingers rubbing feverishly on her freshly oiled pussy-lips, making her juices start to build and run like streams along her shapely thighs at a rapid rate.

Her right hand was squeezing and jerking hard his wide shaft and she couldn't stop playing with his balls, licking and kissing, putting in the mouth and sucking, one after another, countless times. His balls were dripping saliva as she was constantly bathing them with her tongue like a conscientious mother-cat her kitten.

She decided to tease him a bit and playfully put the bridge of her nose under the membrane of his testicles. Looking straight at his eyes with her soliciting green eyes, she raised her face splitting his ball sac in two and went on rubbing her nose tenderly along the membrane for some time. Then, having her chin stuck on his balls, with extreme piety, she took his throbbing cock and placed it along her face, covering that way, her mouth, nose, forehead and part of the right eye, longing to indisputably display her unconditional submission to his will.

Someone spat in her opened asshole and two united fingers penetrated her anal rim violently. She sighed and her scarlet lips immediately imprisoned the cock's swollen head. The fingers went deeper into her rectum, exploring and broadening the virgin path with difficulty. She groaned in her throat but she kept sucking the purple head greedily, not wishing to let it off her mouth even for a second. During that time, someone else was rubbing his cock furiously on her right sole, sliding it all the way from heel down to toes and then back again, letting out short ecstatic moans of unimaginable pleasure.

She giggled because it was tickling her and started jerking off the shaft again, lapping and nibbling teasingly at the bulbous head while the two fingers kept ramming her helpless back door with amazing speed. It seemed that her anus had relaxed somehow because the stranger was working them in and out, like pistons, inexorably burying them up to the base, without meeting any serious resistance.

Opening her mouth as much as she could, she engulfed a few inches of the monstrous cock and began bobbing her head up and down, panting like a bitch in heat, cramming her mouth with the hard flesh to the point of suffocation. At that point, someone straddled her ass and inserted the head of his cock into her abused asshole. She tried to turn her face to see what was going on but the other man locked her head, with both hands, and forced her to continue her bobbing movement on his dick.

The second man had stabilized himself by grabbing her hips and was shoving deep his slim, but long, dick into her ass, without paying any attention, forcing her to bang her face on the first man's stomach with every thrust. It was as if someone was brutally ramming her tiny ass with a candescent iron, ripping apart every obstacle in its path, setting ablaze her stretched ass walls, trying to reach the depths of her soul with a single stroke.

His spiky balls were constantly hitting her soft ass cheeks like medieval twin flails and his nails were firmly hooked on the tender flesh of her hips. She continued bobbing her head and sucking the throbbing flesh obediently, looking pleadingly at the stranger's black eyes, with tears running from the corners of her eyes; but when the second man managed to vanish all eight inches of his slim dick inside her anus, she removed the dick from her mouth and yelped her heart out.

The first stranger, deeply discontented by her action, grabbed his dick and began slapping her on the face with it. With eyes closed, she opened her mouth and stuck out her red tongue, accepting the rain of hits on her tongue, cheeks, nose and eyes with great endurance, while the second man kept inserting and withdrawing his burning dick, all the way inside her butt, with powerful single strokes.

Suddenly, the third stranger, who was rubbing furiously his dick on her sole, climaxed with a deep groan, flooding her pedicured toes with a sudden cascade of his thick cream; and that was exactly what made the second man withdraw his slim dick, from the depths of her asshole, and spray her trembling ass with his jizz, leaving big stains of steamy white semen all over, as a token of sincere gratitude.

Breathing a sigh of relief, thinking that her troubles were over, she took a horsehair tuft and started to caress the first man's dick by brushing the testicles, underside and head, pretending to be cleaning up the 'dirt' like an old-fashioned caring housewife. Soon, the tickling became unbearable and the stranger took her swinging tits in his hands and put his cock in between, in order to soothe his throbbing itchy flesh.

She cupped her tits from the sides, pressed them together, encircling and squeezing his hard-as-rock shaft between her veined soft flesh, and began sliding them up and down, trapping the swollen purple head between her chin and throat. It was exactly then when the fourth man decided to claim his share and wasted no time in doing so. He rode her marvelous buttocks and plunged his fat dick deep inside her sore anus, stretching her ass-walls to the limit.

Apparently, the brutally concerted attacks on her rim hole, perfectly executed and well timed, served a twofold purpose: to obliterate any remaining 'obstacles' in her canal and prepare the way for 'Mr. Big' himself! Oh yes! She was well aware of it by now... That's why she kept pushing promptly her pelvis back , meeting the stranger's thrusts halfway, filling her butt with his thick rod, broadening her 'horizons' as much as possible... She was doing all for HIM!

While she was breast-fucking the huge pole, she concluded that she needed more lubricant on it, so she started spitting on the head, using her smooth titty-skin to apply the saliva all over it. After a few powerful thrusts inside her warm nest and lots of resounding slapping on her trembling ass, the fourth man drew out his confined cock, with a loud pop, and emptied his loins, aiming straight at the center of her gaping hole, soaking her asshole with cum.

With hot semen still oozing from her puckered asshole, she stood up, turned her back and straddled the first man's legs. She stabilized his dick with her shaking right hand and lowered the body, bringing her back door into contact with the slippery blunt head.

She tried to fit it inside but it appeared that its girth hopelessly exceeded the proportions of her hole by far. Without losing her heart, she kept pressing her pelvis against the head, clenching the teeth and parting wide, as much as possible, her ass cheeks with both hands, in a desperate effort to create some more room.

Although she was struggling hard to pass the head through her hole by pushing back and grinding her hips left and right, trying to find the proper angle, it remained wedged there and wouldn't move at all- obviously, the defender of her virtue (the sphincter itself!) was too reluctant to give up without getting involved in a honorable fight first.

Her face was glistening with perspiration while she was testing different stances by bending her body in all possible directions, swiveling the pelvis and balancing on one foot and lifting the other, but to no avail. She even tried to sit boldly on it but the only thing she managed was to add more pain to her inflamed opening.

So, the only one who could make it happen was him. He abruptly lifted her legs in the air, throwing her off balance, and pulled her backwards. Her body, without support, obeying to gravity force, collapsed like a house of cards and sank down heavily. His cock entered her with a slam.

Her eyes rolled upside down and a scream of agony, which literally emptied her lungs, filled the tent, as 4 inches of steel flesh violently overfilled her narrow path in no time. If she had to cope only with the length and width of that monster, things would be much easier but there was an annoying factor which she hadn't considered at all. Due its anatomy, not being straight but inclined, the main body entered her rectum at an odd angle, stretching her delicate membrane twice as much as she would normally expect- as if it tried to make a detour by forcing its way through the side walls.

The man pulled her on his chest, joined her raised legs, supporting them by putting his right forearm underneath the bent knees, and then went on moving his pelvis fast up and down, feeding her overstuffed butt with more of his flesh. She couldn't stop squealing like a pig in a slaughterhouse, as the pain in her guts was so immense and absolute that felt as if someone was pouring melting iron inside her bowels, skinning them, at the same time, with burning pliers.

Sometimes he would stop his movement, giving her time to catch her breath and wipe away the tears with the back of her hands, but then he would redouble his efforts, without showing the slightest sign of mercy, sending her existence once more to the plane of sweet pain. Not that she would complain. Not at all! The initial pain had subsided somehow and a nice warming feel had started to overwhelm her senses, stimulating nerve centers that she was totally unaware of.

She was lying, whining and moaning, on his chest, with eyes closed, body sliding back and forth, wobbling tits following the rhythm and joined ankles swinging left and right in the air, in complete abandon for so much time that seemed like an eternity. As for his part, he was wedging his glorious pole into the depths of her battered anus, keeping her legs in the air and groaning like wounded ox inside her right ear hole, with such ferocity and exorbitant speed as if there was no tomorrow. The way in which he was consuming such enormous quantities of energy in so little time, like an atomic jet machine, was simply outstanding but it was obvious he wouldn't last for long; so, she felt it was time to give him a respite and take over the initiative.

With half of his cock still buried in her anus, she supported her upper body by putting the hands on either side of the man's torso, stabilized the heels on his knees and arched her back, forming a bridge over his body. She began rocking her pelvis very fast up and down, with face turned back at him and mouth wide open, impaling vigorously herself on his thick mast. Sometimes she would stop abruptly her movement and sit on his dick, using a seesaw motion, in order to cram her butt with at least 7 inches, or more, of his throbbing flesh and then rotate her pelvis lewdly like a Babylonian courtesan, roughly milking and strangling it with her powerful ass muscles.

The man started to breath with difficulty, puffing and gasping like an old cargo train in a steep climb, and it was evident he was closing to his goal, when, suddenly, he got up and sent Ginger sprawling on the ground. For a moment she looked back at him in great disbelief but then she lay obediently on her back, showing him her naked womanhood like a submissive primitive female.

He squatted before her and brought her knees to her chest, gazing intently at her stretched anal hole which was throbbing like a sea anemone- a motion caused by the surrounding muscles which were desperately trying to close the seemingly endless gap. While he was deeply engrossed in watching the hypnotic motion of her inflamed rim, she grabbed his slippery dick with both hands and drove it impatiently back into her forbidden path.

The man, finding his lost composure, grasped her ankles and began stabbing her ass with long powerful thrusts, shoving his bulky shaft up to the base and slamming his huge balls on her tender buttocks with vengeance. She was laying there, in the dirt, completely helpless, like a cheap whore, biting her lips... her face convulsed with pain... most of her body in the air...legs spread wide open... knees nearly touching her ears... tits upside down... nails scratching the very flesh of her buttocks...

***beep beep beep***
Ginger swore lightly, slapped the alarm clock off and wondered why her sweet ass was sore...

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/08/anal_scream.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/08/anal_scream.html Sun, 13 Aug 2006 04:02:25 +0000 Submission Chapter 10 Chapter 10
“Tami…Tami! Are you with us?” “Huh? Professor Harrison? I’m with you.” “Good, if we can continue” he said.
Tami looked around and realized that she must have dozed off in class. ‘What a strange dream,’ she thought as she tried to focus on what it was that she missed while asleep.
“Now then, what is Morton saying when he describes the basic needs of a woman?” asked the Prof. “Mr. Felder.”
Tami turned her attention to the cute philosophy major as he lowered his hand. “He’s saying that the reason that women have been portrayed throughout history as sluts and whores is because deep down they are. That they have a primal need of sex. Men also want sex, but once they have it, they can move on to other things, while women just need more.”
“What?! That’s crazy!” exploded Tami. “I take it that you don’t agree?” the professor asked Tami. “No, I don’t agree! Women aren’t all sex fiends!” said Tami, looking around the room for support. For the first time, she noticed that she was the only female surrounded by nine other men.
“Well let’s leave other women alone for now and focus on the one woman who is with us. Tami, why do you feel that you don’t have a primal need for sex?” asked the Prof.
“Because, if I did, then that would have to be all that I think about.” said Tami. “Isn’t it? Do you not, everyday, undress each of us mentally and fantasize about us? I propose we conduct an experiment. Each of us will undress, including myself, and, without touching her, try to induce arousal. If she can withstand fifteen minutes and not admit that she has a primal need for sex, then she will have earned an “A” for the rest of the semester.” said the professor.
“Okay, bring it on!” challenged Tami.
“Now what?” asked Tami.
“Now, Tami, you sit here in the middle of the room and close your eyes. The rest of us will stand around you and try to get you aroused without touching you.” said the professor.
Tami closed her eyes and she noticed that the lights had dimmed somewhat. The smell of maleness permeated throughout the room.
“Do you like men, Tami?”
“Yes”
“Do you like a man’s cock hard or soft?
“Hard, of course”
“Do you like to suck hard cocks?”
“Sure, but…”
“How about fuck them? Do you like that? Are you a hot little slut, Tami?”
“Yes, I mean, no I’m not a slut, but, yes, I do like to fuck, who doesn’t?”
“So, you’re not a Slut?”
“No.”
“But you like to suck and fuck hard cocks?”
“Yes.
“In your mouth?”
“Yeah.”
“In your hot cunt?”
“Yeah.”
“How ‘bout your tight ass?”
“Once in a while.”
“Do you imagine what it would be like to have all three filled at once?”
“Sometimes.”
“So, multiple partners at once, enjoy fornication and you say you’re not a Slut?”
“No, I...”
“Let me ask you this, Slut, do you like a man to cum on your face? Do you like how it tastes?”
“Yes, I like it and it tastes fine, but that doesn’t mean I’m…”
“So you’re not just a Slut, but a Cum-slut as well! How often do you get a taste? Once a month? Week? Day? Hour?”
“Every couple days maybe, but…”
“Did you have some today?
“No, but...”
“Yesterday?”
“No, but…”
“Then you must be dying for a fix right about now, huh, Cum-slut?”
“Yes. I mean, No! No, of course not!”
“You know, every guy here would be happy to give you some of what you crave, if you’d just ask nicely. I’m sure that the amount of juice combined would keep you satisfied for a little while, at least. Tommy, tell Tami your size. Did you hear that? Thirteen and a half? Wow, think about it, Tami, it could be yours for just a few words.”
“Th..Thirteen? Oh, God!”
“That’s right, thirteen and it can all be yours, along with every other cock here, just tell us what you really are! You’re not a man-hating, goody-two shoes, stuck-up Woman, are you?
“N-No…”
“No, you’re not. What are you, Tami?”
“I’m-I’m a…”
“Yes, go on, say it! Say it and know that it is your True Nature, Tami! Open your eyes and proclaim it to the world and to yourself!”
Tami opened her eyes and there, before her, were nine beautiful, erect male organs, ready to please her every sexual desire. Tami finally understood her True Nature.
“I am a Slut! I am a naughty, degenerate, cum-addicted, wanton Whore! My lust knows no bounds! I am alive only to fuck!”
“Do you believe Le Masterson now, Tami?” asked the Prof.
“Yes! Yes! I do, Professor!” screamed Tami.
“I don’t know, maybe your just saying that to get a good grade…tell you what, you prove Le Masterson’s theory by demonstrating it you’ll still get that “A”, okay?” said the professor. “Close your eyes again, Tami.”
“Yes! Whatever you say!” moaned Tami, enthralled by lust.
“Very well, repeat after me: A Sister serves with her body to please others, not herself.
A Sister derives pleasure from the knowledge that she is helping others and thus will never turn away from those in need, as nourishment is rewarded for such service.
A Sister only desires to follow the Path of Lust so that she may attain the following states of being: A Servant Sister – in servitude, a sister may know her nature and herself;
A Slut Sister – Recognition of one’s desire and the strength to follow it, wherever it may lead.
A Whore Superior – The final ascension, one who has incorporated into her being the Three Values: Seduction, Restraint and Piety.”
Tami repeated each line hurriedly, as her own desire welled up inside of her.
“Do you, Tami, pledge yourself to the Brotherhood of the Everlasting Penis as a Sister, knowing full well that any previous life you may have led will henceforth cease?”
“Yes! Yes! God, I’m so horny!” said Tami
“Very Well! Let the Holy Tome reflect that on this date, Sister Tami was ordained into our order and received her First Communion of Nourishment. Open your eyes, child!”
Tami opened her eyes and saw the largest, hardest cock she had ever seen! She looked up and saw that it belonged to the Man from her dream, who was dressed in a green robe! All around her were men in black robes, each one stroking their own erection.
Tami barely had time for this visual assault to sink in, when a torrent of hot, creamy, salty-sweet sperm sprayed all over her! Due to the surprise, Tami’s mouth was open, allowing two liquid jets to land on her tongue. The taste was unlike anything she had had before and reminded her of candy for some reason. All that she knew was that she wanted more! Tami clamped down on the ejaculating penis with her hands and brought it to her waiting, thirsting mouth. Eagerly she sucked down as much of the sticky fluid as she could while still being able to breathe.
“Take her, My Brothers, Show her the True Meaning of the Path that she has chosen!”

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/08/submission_chap_8.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/08/submission_chap_8.html Sun, 13 Aug 2006 02:19:58 +0000 Submission Chapters 8/9 Chapter 8
Blinded by the tears that were streaming down her face, Tami ran blindly back down the corridor, all attempts at stealth forgotten. She nearly fell down the stairs more than once as she raced back to the main hall.
She was so distraught, she crashed full into someone! “Tami! There you are! I thought I lost you!” Tami looked up and saw that she had run into the Man in Green. “My dear, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” asked the Man soothingly.
“That fucking jerk I married! I just saw him fucking that Bevy girl!” sobbed Tami.
“Oh, my! That is terrible! I’m so sorry that you had to witness something so distressing! And I thought that he was such an upstanding fellow…”said the Man in Green “Come, come, my dear, dry those tears and sit here.” He sat down with her on an empty bench and produced from thin air a silk handkerchief, which he gave to her. Tami took it and wiped her eyes. “That slut! I can’t believe that she’d go after my husband like that!” exclaimed Tami. “Oh, you mustn’t blame Bevy in this ordeal. No, no, more likely it was your husband who is at fault. You see, Bevy, while eager, wouldn’t be the one to initiate such a thing, no, more likely, your husband approached her and poor Bevy not knowing who he was, accepted.” said the Man.
“I just want to get back at him somehow…”said Tami quietly. “I know, I know…You want to make him feel as hurt and betrayed you do,” said the Man, “To show him how wrong he was to every having wanted to stray in the first place, to…” “To be the biggest Slut I can be!” finished Tami, “I don’t want to just cheat on him to get him back, I want to fuck every guy here! I want to show him just what a Good little Whore I can be!”
“Would you care for some wine?” Tami looked up and saw the woman that she had seen upstairs, dressed in a brown robe and holding a silver tray of gold wine goblets. “Thank you, Julie, yes, we would” said the Man in Green, taking two goblets. Tami saw a small, white jelly-like glob at the corner of the woman’s mouth and said “You missed some” pointing to the spot on her own face, “Aren’t those bonbons great?” “Huh? Bon-bons?” Puzzlement filled the woman’s face. “Oh! You mean…I did? Thanks!” With her free hand, the woman named Julie wiped the corner of her mouth and with a white-streaked tongue, licked it slowly, sucking her finger into her mouth and savoring the taste as a moan followed. “Oh, God! That’s sooo good!” said that woman. “Julie, why don’t you go help Brother Nathan, I’m sure that if you serve him well, that you will be rewarded.” Julie’s eye’s snapped open, returning her to the present. “Yes, Master”, she replied and turned and disappeared.
Handing Tami the wine goblet, the Man said, “Here, take this, it will help calm you.” Tami took a deep sip and found the taste like that of honeyed clover. Instantly, warmth spread through her body and a sleepiness invaded her consciousness. The last words she heard were: “Now then, let’s see what we can do about making you into that Slut, shall we?” before succumbing to the oblivion.

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/08/submission_chap_7.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/08/submission_chap_7.html Sun, 06 Aug 2006 22:29:58 +0000 Submission (chapter 7) Chapter 7
With the noise of the crowded hall diminishing, the other sound was much louder. It now sounded like many people gasping and moaning to different tempos, like some strange symphony. As she climbed the stairs, the noises began to get louder and louder. At last, she reached the top of the stairs and came into a hall way lined with doors. The sounds were coming from the far end of the hall. As she continued on her way to the far side, she heard a familiar voice and stopped. Tami crept closer to the door. The voice was much stronger and she realized it was the Man in Green. “Sister Julie, you know that it is forbidden to share yourself with those not of our Order. For this Sin of Selfishness, you shall be punished by being reduced in rank from Slut Sister to Servant for one week in order to learn patience and humility.” “Please, Master, I only followed my Lust!” said a woman. Tami saw that the door was open a crack and decided that she wanted to see what was going on. She nudged the door open more so that she could see. The sight of a young woman in a black robe, kneeling, met Tami’s eyes. The woman had shoulder-length auburn hair and grey-blue eyes. There was a figure in front of the woman, but Tami couldn’t see who it was. “Yes, you did. And for that, I shall reward you with nourishment to help you in your long ordeal.” said the Man in Green. “Oh, thank you! Thank you, Master!” said the kneeling woman, relief and joy filling her face. ‘Big deal!’ thought Tami. ‘So she gets a free meal, there’s plenty of food downstairs’. Tami eased the door back and decided to continue on to the sounds coming from the end of the hall.
The door at the end of the hall had a square hole cut into it with ornate bars covering the hole, like the kind you’d see in a castle’s dungeon in an old Frankenstein movie. As Tami moved closer, warm, moist air blew into her face and the sounds of people in ecstasy echoed throughout the hall. Obscene words carried by the wind filled Tami’s ears and her own arousal filled her body as images of such carnal depravity filled her mind. The dirty thoughts that she had envisioned, however, didn’t do the scene that greeted Tami any justice. The room was large and filled with people. There were cushions wall-to-wall and mirrors on every surface. There was smoke wafting through the room, which was both light and dark thanks to the track lighting, which threw pools of light onto the floor of writhing bodies. “Oh, God, Fuck my Ass!” Tami’s attention zeroed in on this last shout, as it sounded familiar. There, not more then ten feet away, on a raised dais in a pool of light was the woman that had spoken to her downstairs. ‘Bevy? Yes, that was her name’ thought Tami as she watched in awe.
Bevy’s black hair was streaked with white and was plastered to her forehead. Her mascara had run, leaving light black streaks down her cheeks. Her face was shiny, though from sweat or from something else, Tami couldn’t tell. Bevy was down on all fours, her massive breasts almost touching the floor. There was a man behind her, holding onto her hips, moving her back and forth, but he was wreathed in shadow and Tami couldn’t see his face.
A shadow blocked Tami’s view and when it left a minute later, Bevy had fresh white globs running down her chin. A white-streaked tongue tried vainly to scoop up what it could despite the severe jostling that Bevy’s body was taking. “Oh, Please, Cum in my ass! Show me what a Good Whore I am!” screamed Bevy. The man lifted his head as he climaxed, the light at last revealing his face. Tami stared in shock as the face she saw was that of her husband!

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/07/submission_chap_6.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/07/submission_chap_6.html Wed, 26 Jul 2006 18:44:48 +0000 Submission Chapter 6 Chapter 6
Arrayed in front of them, was a large roomful of men and women, all dressed in brown, black and white robes, all talking, flirting and caressing each other.
“Don’t be afraid, Tami! After all, we’re all Brother and Sisters here!” said the Green Man leading her down the small steps and into the room proper.
As Tami passed by the other people, she could help but feel as if she was the center of their attention, even if only for a moment.
“Tami! Hi! You look great!” came a voice from behind her.
Tami turned to see a girl in a black robe with short black hair coming toward her. She looked familiar, but Tami couldn’t quite remember who she was or where she had seen her from. The girl reached them and said “Isn’t this place fantastic! It’s like this all the time! The food is fabulous! And the men! Oh, Man, talk about hung!”
“Sister Bevy, I believe that some of the newer Brothers would like to share themselves with you, upstairs, you don’t want to keep them waiting, do you?”, said the Man in Green.
“N-New Brothers?” said Sister Bevy, swallowing hard and licking her lips. Tami saw her bright blue eyes glaze over, as if she was imagining some new treat that she had hungered for a long time. “No! I don’t want to keep them waiting!” said Sister Bevy, her focus snapping back to the present. Tami saw a new look replace the previous dreamy one, this new one of unbridled lust. “New Brothers, I gotta go! See ya, Tami!” With that, the girl turned and hurried away into the crowd.
“Come, Tami. There is still much more that I want you to see.” said the Man in Green, leading her onward.
“Who was that? Do I know her?” asked Tami of the Man in Green.
“I don’t think so. Perhaps she works in your husband’s office. That must be it. How else could she know you?” replied the Man in Green.
“That must be it!” said Tami, letting her mind forget the girl and focus on the party once more.
As they continued on, Tami noticed that the other guests were more friendly with each other, kissing and caressing. Tami began to get uncomfortable and wished that she could just get this tour over with and find her husband.
They soon arrived at a large banquet table, spread out in a buffet. The food was both expensive and expertly prepared. Roast duck, pheasant under glass, every kind of meat and sausage imaginable was at their disposal. The Man in Green picked up a small bon-bon and said “Here, you must try this!” popping the candy in to her mouth.
Tami’s mouth closed around it and almost instantly, it seemed to melt. It flooded her tongue with a creamy, salty-sweet fluid that seemed to almost evaporate, leaving only the memory of the taste imprinted on her brain.
Before she could ask what it was that he had given her, another man whispered in the Man in Green’s ear. “Really? Now of all times! Very well, I will take care of it! Tami? I’m afraid that I am going to have to leave you for a little while. Please, don’t wander off! We wouldn’t want you to get lost, now would we?” said the Man in Green.
Tami barely heard him as she was looking over the huge buffet table for more of the candy that he had given her. Finally, she saw another woman in a black robe at the other end of the table, eating the same exquisite treat. Tami almost rushed to her side to pick up one of the treats. “Aren’t these fantastic?!” exclaimed the woman. “They’re a special recipe made by our chef using a secret ingredient known only to him!” “I’ve never had anything like it!” said Tami. “Never? I can’t believe that!” said the woman. “Mmmm!” said the woman, savoring the taste “These are great, but now I’m ready for the real thing!”. And with that, she turned and went up a small flight of stairs a few feet from the end of the table. Tami was glad that the woman had left ‘More for me’ she thought.
She was just about to reach for her fifth bon-bon, when she heard a sound above the noise of the crowd. It sounded like a soft wail, lilting and high-pitched. It came again and Tami listened more intently this time, trying to place where it was coming from. After a third time, Tami realized that the sound was coming from the stairs that the woman and gone up earlier. Snatching one more bon-bon, Tami decided to investigate. She snuck away and went up the stairs.

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/06/submission_chap_4.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/06/submission_chap_4.html Thu, 01 Jun 2006 22:43:43 +0000 Submission Chapter 5 Chapter 5
She was carried for several minutes until they reached a small room that was almost completely dark inside. They placed her in the center of the small room and then left, closing the door behind them. Tami noticed that there was no light between the door cracks as there should be. Then slowly, the sound of air begins to reach her ears. The temperature began to rise steadily as the smell of jasmine reaches her nostrils. Soft music begins to play: violins accompanied by the sound of waves crashing. Softly and monotonously droning, the music lulled her to semi-consciousness, her senses dulled. Slowly, light bloomed on the wall in front of her, playing shadows across her body. The light wasn’t bright, but cascaded from semi-bright to almost non-existent, from light to dark. Over and over again, the tempo changed from fast to slow and back again.
Then Tami noticed a new sound coming from the fog of her senses, a kind of slow, purposeful sound. It was the sound of someone breathing heavy and continuous. Each breath seemed to last a lifetime.
Tami felt like she was in a sauna. Her nipples were erect and her skin slick with sweat. The shadows in front of her began to play tricks on her as they seemed to begin to form indistinct shapes. Blobs of circles and cylinders. Two separate masses began to form. The ocean waves died down, replaced with a new sound, the sound of a ticking clock. The shapes began to converge, then separate, then converge again. The cylinder of one mass was merging with the circle of the other mass, repeating over and over again in time to the ticking clock. Tick, Out, Tock, In, the breathing increasing in tempo and volume. Tami’s body felt like a heavy lead weight, her head to heavy to move as she stared at the undulating shapes in front of her, she began to whisper along with the song in her head, “Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Lick Tock, Tick Cock, Lick Cock, Lick Cock” ‘Yes, that’s what this looks like, a porn movie’ Tami thought to herself. She closed her eyes and remembered the time that her husband took her to that porn theater when they were dating. It was dark and smelly and not very crowded like most movie theaters. The was image on the screen, big as life, of couples having sex. Tami watched the couple on the screen, fornicating in “doggy” style him slamming into her, again and again. “Fuck me!” cried the woman on the screen. “Yeah, Fuck her! Fuck her with that hard cock” said Tami, enjoying the show. “Like what you see, baby?” asked her husband. “Oh god! This is hot, honey!” said Tami. “I knew you’d like it!” said her husband. The man on screen pulled out as the woman begged, “Please, Brother, put it up my ass!” As the man on screen complied, Tami was blown away “Wow, he’s going to fuck her ass too!” “Does that excite you?” asked her husband. Tami tore her eyes away from the screen to look at her husband incredulously “What do you think? You know that I love it when you take my backdoor.” “Yeah, I know, I know” said her husband, lovingly patting her knee. Tami turned her attention back to the screen in time to see the man pull out of the woman’s ass, grab a fist-full of her red hair, pulling her head back forcefully and cumming all over her ass and back. “Oh no, Brother! I so wanted to taste your nourishing seed!” said the woman on screen, sadly. “That is punishment, Sister Emily, for your Sin of Selfishness! Next time you feel your desire overtake you, do not self-gratify, My Sister, but find a Brother to share yourself with. Remember, if properly asked, no Brother will deny you!” said the man on screen.
The film ended abruptly and the house lights came on. Tami’s husband looked at his watch. “Aww, Man! C’mon, babe, we have just enough time to pick up your dress at the shop before the party!” Tami and her husband got up and walked toward the exit. As the doors open, the cool night air rushed over Tami, refreshing her to no end.
As they got in the car, Tami said “That was fun, honey, we should do that again some time!”
They drove to the dress shop and Tami got out while her husband parked the car.
“Hello, I’m here to pick up a dress” said Tami to the young sales girl. “Oh, right! We have it ready in the back, if you’ll follow me to the fitting room, I’ll get it for you”, said the girl.
Tami followed the girl to the back of the shop, away from the storefront and into a small fitting room. Tami took off her clothes and put on the dress with the sales girl’s help. The white party dress looked like that kind of robe the Romans used to wear, complete with a gold silk belt. “Wow! I can’t believe it!”, said the sales girl, “You look just like my sister!” Just then the front door bell rang and Tami heard her husband call out “Hello? Tami? Anyone?” “In here!” replied the sales girl. Tami’s husband then filled the doorway to the fitting room and let out a low whistle. “Wow babe, that is stunning! There won’t be a soft dick in the place when they see you in that! C’mon, we’re going to be late!” said Tami’s husband.
They paid for the dress and Tami’s husband brought the car around. A short time later, they arrived at a large mansion. Laughter and the sound of a large crowd flowed from the house to them as they approached up to the front door. Tami’s husband rang the door bell and the door was soon opened by a tall man with green eyes and blond hair. “Hello! And welcome! How have you been! Tami! You look positively glowing!” said the man. He was dressed in a green robe much like hers.
“Tami, I’m going to look for that partner of mine. Who knows where he is in this place! Why don’t you go and mingle? I’m sure that you’ll be perfectly safe with our host, here!” said Tami’s husband.
“Oh, don’t worry! She’ll be fine!” said the man in green, taking Tami’s left arm and hooking it into his right. “There are so many people for you to meet!”

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/05/submission_chap_5.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/05/submission_chap_5.html Mon, 15 May 2006 23:04:02 +0000 Submission Chapter 4 Chapter 4
The Master handed the book to the man with the green belt and strode toward Tami. Tami watched as about five of the black robes converged around the newly made “Sister”, obscuring Paige from view. The rest of the men proceeded back through the doors that they had come in. Tami hadn’t noticed the Master approaching her until he was almost right next to her and she flinched when she saw him. “Did you enjoy our little show, Tami?” chuckled the Master. Tami’s eyes registered surprise. “Wondering how I knew your name? Well, we do have your purse, after all. Amazing the things you can find out about a person by the things that they keep.” said the Master, pulling back his hood and sitting down in front of Tami on a chair that was brought for him by a Brown Robe.
Tami was again shocked by this man as he didn’t wear a mask underneath. His face was handsome, about forty, with a beautifully drawn mouth and broad jaw. Tami thought that he looked slightly rugged, yet refined, like the kind of pirate that Errol Flynn might play. His position in front of her almost blocked the scene of depravity taking place over there. Almost. He, however, seemed oblivious to the rutting sounds, moans and shouts of ecstasy behind him. In fact, he had crossed his legs and folded his hands as if the aftermath of his “Service” was the natural thing in the world. His attention seemed total on Tami. Tami, however much she tried to focus on her captor, found herself glancing back to the orgy.
“In case you were wondering, I was born with a genetic defect, which somehow keeps my penis erect constantly. Consequently, it’s very sensitive and doesn’t take much to ejaculate. Unfortunately, I don’t seem to feel the euphoria that most men do when achieving orgasm, hence, normal intercourse is not very rewarding for me. So I decided to found this ideology in order to make my weakness a strength. And thus, bring others to feel the pleasures that I cannot.
“Gimme cum! Cum now, now! Yessss! Oh, Yessss! I’m cumming! Uh! Uh! Uh!”
“You know, when I first saw you in the bank, saw your wedding ring, I thought to myself ‘I should leave her here, in her own little world, that she isn’t ready for the True Path; that it would be too hard to show her the Way’. Paige I knew would be easy. She was already half way there before I came along. All she needed was a strong hand to guide her. You, on the other hand were a different story. But, of course, we were running out of time, and you were already close at hand and I figured if worse came to worse, we could always kill you. Ah, but then I found this!” the Master reached into his robe and pulled out a small book, slowly shaking it for emphasis.
“Fuck my tits! Fuck my big tits! Yes! More! More cum, please! Please, more cummmm!”
Tami’s gag muffled her cry as she recognized her journal. It was the one that she was assigned to keep for her psych class. Since she didn’t have to turn it in, she had written in it every fantasy and adulterous thought she had had for the past ten years.
"Oh God, Yes! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!”
“Yes. I saw the pictures of your son. He has your eyes. And I saw the grocery list and the world that you live in. The lie that you tell yourself every day; that your happy. But the Truth, the Truth comes out in this, this little book. I think that we just might make a Sister out of you yet.”, smiled the Master.
“Oh God, I’m so wet! My pussy feels so gooood! Uh huh, yesss!” echoed around the room as the last of the brothers expended himself and collapsed on the Sister’s newly unconscious form and silence finally permeated throughout the hall.
“Take her to the Preparation Chamber”, said the Master to the two brown robes behind Tami. With that, they picked up the chair with Tami in it and carried it off, further into the room, past the heap of listless bodies. Underneath it all, Tami saw Paige, a complete mess, male semen covering her head-to-toe.

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/04/submission_chap_3.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/04/submission_chap_3.html Tue, 11 Apr 2006 05:16:47 +0000 Submission Chapter 3 Chapter 3
They were led down the stairs and, after several minutes, the tunnel opened into a massive room. The room was at least twenty feet tall and about a hundred feet across. At one end of the room were steps that led to a chair and banners that had a black cloth covering them. Tami was taken to a chair on the side of the room that gave a clear view to everything that might go on. She was shackled to the chair and a cloth was tied around her mouth. “So that you don’t disturb the proceedings, my dear.” explained the man behind her. Just then, a gong sounded and, filing in from the back, were two lines of men in black robes, their hoods pulled up. Paige was led to the middle of the room, where a cushion had been placed. She stood with the cushion in front of her as if waiting for instructions. The men kneeled and the gong sounded again. The man in the green belt was carrying a large book, with a man in a brown robe behind him carrying a lectern. The brown robed man placed the lectern in front of the cushion and moved back to the nearest wall. The man in the green belt placed the book on the lectern and opened its pages. “My Brothers, let us receive his influence by his Corporeal Presence” said the man. The other men, about twenty in all, ten on each side, responded: “We give thanks for his Wisdom and his Strength”. The gong sounded a third time and Tami saw that up on the raised platform a man in green robes was now sitting on the chair and she saw that two men in brown robes were removing the black cloth from the banners to reveal the words ‘The Brotherhood of the Everlasting Penis’ and an icon of the male sexual organ emblazoned upon the black felt of the banner.
Tami couldn’t help but laugh into her gag. She stopped laughing as the Man in the Green Belt continued: “My Brothers, a new child seeks the path of enlightenment. She is a Sister and we have magnanimously granted her this trial upon which she can prove herself worthy. The Master himself shall give us all the great honor of conducting this trial of confession.”
With that, the man in the green belt stepped aside and the Man in Green strode from the chair and to the lectern. He picked up the heavy book with ease and moved the lectern to one side. Tami thought that this man looked familiar somehow, as he was tall and moved with a purpose. The Master removed his hood and a shock of blonde hair came into view. He then cast his gaze about the assembly and Tami gasped when she saw his eyes, as they were the same as the lead bank robber!
“Sister Paige, remove your mortal coil and share with us your true self.” said the Master in his genteel voice. Paige untied the gold rope and the robe opened and flowed off of her body. Now that Tami could see her bare breasts, she was even more impressed. Paige’s body was flawless, not a blemish, piercing or tattoo to be found. Her breasts were large and defied gravity with the firmness of youth. “Kneel before us, Sister, and confess your sins to us.” Paige kneeled and sat back on her haunches, her head slightly tilted upward towards the Master and her shoulders back, pushing her breasts even more forward.
“I confess the sin of frumpiness. In my job interview, it was implied that I would be hired because of my large breasts and that I would be rewarded with promotion if I assisted the manager with his stress by taking dictation for him. I responded by wearing clothes that hid my figure and stating that I would go the authorities for sexual harassment if I was denied the job. I know now that I was wrong to deny my true nature.”
“Now that you know, what would you have done differently, Sister Paige?”
“I would have worn clothes that enhanced my breasts, that displayed proudly that which the creator has blessed me with. I would have also gladly, and without the promise of advancement, assisted the manager by taking dictation or whatever else he might have needed, knowing that he chose me to take on the awesome responsibility of reducing his stress.”, said Paige.
“You have shown that you are aware of your true nature and therefore I absolve you of the Sin of Frumpiness. Have you another Sin to confess?”
“Yes, I confess the Sin of Reluctance. My last boyfriend dumped me because I wouldn’t go further with him. He said that I didn’t want to fulfill his needs and therefore I didn’t love him. I know now that I wrong to deny the needs of others in place of myself.”
“Now that you know, what would you have done differently, Sister Paige?”
“I would have explored with him all the things that he wanted. I would have given him the trust that he asked for, to know that he wouldn’t have hurt me” said Paige.
“You have shown that you are aware of the needs of others and I therefore absolve you of the Sin of Reluctance. Have you another Sin to confess?”
“Yes, I confess my final Sin, the Sin of Selfishness. In High School and College, all of the boys called me ‘Bevy’ because of my large breasts. I hated it and so I wouldn’t go out with any of the boys that I went to school with. I thought that they just wanted my body and I so I denied sharing it with them. I know now that I was wrong to judge others for my own selfish reasons.
“Now that you know, what would you have done differently, Sister Paige?”
“I would have gone out with every boy in school, to give them the benefit of the doubt.”
“You have shown that you are aware of your own Selfishness and the evil that it brings. Alas, I cannot absolve you of this Sin, as it is a part of you that you must come to terms with. However, to help you on your way, you shall evermore be known by the name that you once hated, Sister Bevy. Now that you have confessed your Sins, it is time for the Ritual of Desire. Sister Bevy, share with us your desire.”
“I desire …I…I desire to share myself with all who wish it!” said Paige.
“That is a desire worthy of the True Path, Sister Bevy!” said the Master.
Paige’s body was slick with sweat, her massive breasts were heaving with labored breath and she almost constantly licked her lips nervously.
“Sister Bevy, I see that the Thirst has engulfed you. Fear not child. For you will drink soon”, said the Master. “But first, the Ritual of Enlightenment must be completed. Sister Bevy, profess your True Nature to us!”
“I am a whore! I pledge myself to the Everlasting Penis in servitude, for my body to be used as is fitting a Slut Sister. To drink deeply of the life-giving Sperm. To bring pleasure to the mortal Cock, which is a manifestation of the Everlasting Penis itself. To revel in the pleasure that I derive from bringing happiness to those who bestow upon me the Blessed Mantles of Cockwhore, Cumslut and Fuck-Toy. That is my True Nature, Master!” said Sister Bevy.
“So be it! I pronounce you Bevy, Slut Sister of the Everlasting Penis, embodiment of a woman’s true nature: the Whore, the Slut and the Wanton. May your immortal Lust guide you! Arise, Sister Bevy and receive your new vestments.” said the Master. Two brown robes suddenly flanked Paige and dressed her in a black robe that was sleeve-less, and about eight inches above the knee with plunging neckline that left little to the imagination. The finishing touch was a black satin collar with white words, inscribed: “Bevy”. It had a golden charm in the shape of a penis attached at the bottom.
“Now, then, Sister Bevy, it is time for that which you have waited for so long to arrive.” said the Master. “Sister Bevy, do you thirst? Do you lust? Do you desire the fulfillment that the Everlasting Penis can provide?”
“Yes! Yes! Master! Please, I need it! I need to be fulfilled!” said Paige, falling to her knees once again on the cushion.
“Then you shall have it, Behold, the Everlasting Penis!” said the Leader, throwing open his robes. The Leader reached between his legs and pulled out the largest erect penis that Tami had ever seen! It was easily fifteen inches long and at least three inches wide. More over, the Leader’s balls were as large to match. They were the size of small plums!
“Oh, God, Yes!” moaned Paige as she reached for the throbbing head that was in front of her. Grasping the large organ with both hands, she furiously pumped the massive cock for all she was worth, licking the head and stuffing as much of the monster as she could into her mouth. All the while, between gasps, she begged for the large penis to ejaculate. “Please cum! Please, beautiful penis, grace me with your nourishing sperm! Please, give this Slut Sister the fulfillment that she craves!” As if in answer, the giant penis began to pulsate and then, as Paige clamped her mouth around as much as possible, began to swallow furiously. Until finally, with a gasp of air, Paige released the penis, letting the final two jets hit her face, hair, breasts and robe, which spilled forth a great white streak on the formerly black vestment. Paige fell forward onto her hands and regained her breath. The Master, meanwhile, forcibly removed his penis, which amazingly hadn’t grown flaccid, but was still erect, back into his robes.
“More” she cried meekly from underneath the white-streaked black hair. Paige pushed herself up with her hands and again said with more conviction:” More, Master, I want more!” the last with a hint of pleading.
“But, my child, I have no more to give. I must rest for some time to replenish myself. If you truly do want more, then you must follow your True Nature. What does your Lust tell you?” said the Master.
“Cocks…I..need…Cocks! O Brothers! I beseech you, help me travel the path! Use me so that I may quench my thirst!” yelled Sister Bevy to the assembly.
“Our service is at an end, Brothers, you may do as you wish.” said the Master.

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/02/submission_chap_2.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/02/submission_chap_2.html Mon, 06 Feb 2006 21:24:34 +0000 Submission Chapter 2 Chapter 2
Tami awoke, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. The first thing that hit her was the heat. Her summer dress was pasted to her with sweat. The next thing was the pounding in her head and the pain in her neck as she moved to tried to clear out the cobwebs. Finally, she felt the manacles on her wrists and ankles and heard the sound of the chains when she moved. She opened her eyes. She was sitting on a warm stone floor in a poorly lit room. The room looked like something out of an Indiana Jones movie, with statues and torches. The room wasn’t large, but looked like a kind of ancient waiting room with chairs along one wall and stone steps leading down on the other wall. Then she saw that the girl from the bank, Whatshername, was chained up to the pillar next to her, about ten feet away. The girl, Paige, that was her name, Paige, looked like she was still asleep.
Tami suddenly realized that she was hungry, but more than that, she was really thirsty! No amount of saliva brought relief to her parched tongue and throat it seemed.
Then the sounds of footsteps came up from the stairs and two men in brown robes and hoods came slowly into view. The two men carried trays laden with fruit slices and bread with honey and cups filled with wine. The men placed the trays on a small table on the other side of the room, then moved the table closer to the two women. Noticing that Tami was awake, one of the men said, “Your bonds are long enough to reach, when you are ready. Do not worry, for no one here will harm you”.
“What do you want with us?” demanded Tami. “At least let me call home and let them know that I’m alright!”
One of the men turned from the stairs and slightly bowed his head, “Your family has already been notified. They know that you are safe.” With that, he turned and continued down the stairs.
Strangely, Tami felt relief flood through her body, her worry replaced with calm. Her thirst and hunger swelled and reminded her of her need for food and drink. She slowly moved, her chains clinking, toward the table and the nourishment it held. The wine was watered down, but dry and like a drop of water on hot sandstone, it evaporated without a trace soon as it hit her throat. The food, however, was much more satisfying, more so than she would have thought and after just a few bites, her hunger was abated.
No sooner had she started her meal, than a low moan came from the bank teller chained next to her. Paige stirred and said “Oh, my head! Where am I? Oh, It’s you!” At this, Tami turned to Paige and said “Are you hungry, they left us food.”
Paige crawled over to the table and grabbed the goblet. She began to drink deeply, only to stop suddenly, “Ugh! What is this stuff?” “Not very helpful, is it?” said Tami. “Try the fruit, it’s a little better.” “Thanks, I’m Paige, by the way” said Paige. “I kind of gathered that,” said Tami, looking pointedly at Paige’s name tag. “I’m Tami” said Tami. “Do you know what they want with us?” asked Paige.
“No clue, but I don’t think that they’d feed us if they were going to just kill us” said Tami bluntly. “No, I guess not” said Paige absently. “It sure is hot! It never got this hot in my Daddy’s cornfield in Iowa!” said Paige, as she unbuttoned her blouse and fanned the cloth. Tami just had to ask, “Don’t you wear a bra?” Paige reddened slightly and said “Normally, yes, but I’m not used to doing my own laundry yet and they kinda shrunk. I was going to buy some more after work, but…well, you know…”
“Yeah, I know” said Tami.
“Tami, if I tell you something, do you promise not to laugh?” asked Paige. “I promise” said Tami. “Well, I’ve only had it once before, sex, I mean, with my ex-boyfriend before I moved here after getting my Associates in Finance and taking this teller job and well…” “What is it, Paige?” asked Tami, slightly annoyed.
“Well, didn’t it seem…? I mean, that guy, wasn’t he…? I don’t know….hot? I mean he was so tall and those eyes! I’ve never seen a man with eyes like that! And, I don’t know, I have always thought about what it would be like to be with someone I didn’t know, a stranger, someone powerful and mysterious…” said Paige.
“Paige! He was a bank robber! Probably a killer and a rapist! Not some Zorro!” said Tami, exasperated. “You’re right! Of, course! I knew that!” said Paige. She snapped out of her daydream and back to harsh reality, trying to hide her shame at her secret, taboo fantasy.
Just then, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs. This time there were four men in black robes, their hoods pushed back. But their faces were obscured by masks that seemed more at home in a masquerade than here.
“Quickly, the Master is ready for the first ritual! Leave the MILF and get the other one! The Master has seen the girl’s heart and knows that it will take longer to convert the mother than her.” said one of the men.
The others grabbed Paige, who struggled against her assailants to no avail. “The first time is always the hardest!” said one of the men as he struggled to put fresh manacles on to secure Paige’s arms and legs.
“Leave her alone, you bastards!” yelled Tami. But she was too far away to stop them. “Patience, my dear, your turn will come!” said the first man.
Having secured their task at hand, the four men carried Paige down the stairs and out of sight, Paige’s cries echoing off the hard stone all of the way.
*****
Tami was alone for what seemed like an eternity when she again heard footsteps from the stairs. She decided to feign sleep then attack when they least expected it. Through half-closed eyes, Tami saw two men in black robes and masks on either side of Paige, who was no longer shackled. She was now wearing a white robe that was sleeveless and had a V-neck. The material looked like cotton and was tied with a gold silk rope around her waist. She was staring blankly ahead and didn’t seem like her usual self. The two men led her to the chairs on the other side of the room, away from the pillar that she was chained to earlier. “Sleep now, Sister and dream of all that you desire” said the man on Paige’s left. Paige closed her eyes and slumped backward, the men catching her and seating her gently on the chair. The men then turned and left back down the stairs leaving Tami with her thoughts.
Tami tried everything she could to get Paige to wake up. She yelled her name, purposely clanked her chains. She even threw a piece of left over fruit at her, all to no avail.
Then, some time later, after Tami had given up on waking Paige, she heard footsteps on the stairs again. This time Tami decided to let them know that she was awake. Six men in black robes and masks arrived this time. “Bring Sister Paige for her final initiation and the MILF as well. The Master wants her to see the ritual.” said the same man who was in the group that first got Paige. “Since I’m not in immediate danger and I want to know what they did to Paige, I won’t try to escape just yet” reasoned Tami. She didn’t struggle as the men gathered her up and secured her in new bonds. All the time, Tami watched the two men ‘awaken’ Paige. They simply spoke some words to her that Tami couldn’t hear and snapped their fingers and she stood up and stretched! She didn’t seem to be a zombie anymore, but she was certainly more relaxed.
“Are we going to see the Master now?” Paige asked of the men. “Yes, Sister, you are, to complete your training.” said the man at the stairs. Tami noticed that this man had a green silk rope that tied his robe together, while the others had white silk ropes. “Hi, Tami! Don’t worry! You’ll like the Master! He’s really nice! We’re not in danger at all! Umm, I’m really thirsty!” said Paige. “Hush, Sister, once you have taken this final step you shall drink deeply of the well of nourishing liquid that you desire, do you understand?” said the man with the green belt. Paige smiled and nodded. “Excellent, then let us go, the Master is waiting!” said the man.

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/01/submission_chap_1.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2006/01/submission_chap_1.html Mon, 23 Jan 2006 09:05:22 +0000 Submission - Chapter 1 Chapter 1
Tami was in a hurry as always. She still needed to go to the bank before picking up the her son from school and doing the grocery shopping for the week. She parked her mini-van and walked into the bank lobby. She felt the lingering stare of the geriatric security guard as she went past.
At thirty-nine and a mother to boot, she looked good and she knew it. In fact, it was her need for attention from the opposite sex more than her scholastic interests that prompted her to take the psychology class at the college in the mornings. She liked the idea of being desired by the young, yet still legal, men who were her classmates as well as the older, yet still virile, professors. She still had yet to screw up her courage enough to act on the flirtatious invitations “to study” or for “after class help” but she still relished the attention. Her maturity and experience combined with her lush and lithe body, sultry, hazel eyes, pouty lips and long brown streaked hair made the object of sexual fantasies in both young and old alike.
‘Maybe tomorrow I’ll put my hair in pig-tails, that ought to raise a few eye-brows, among other things!’ she mused as she waited in line. ‘Maybe even get that hunky Prof. Harrison to slip up during his lecture about the psychology behind sexual desire for younger partners!’
“Your new here aren’t you?” Tami’s thought were broken as she turned her attention to the conversation in front of her. She was next in line for the teller’s cage and she could hear the man who was currently being served. “Yes”, came the reply of a female voice, “this is my second day. I moved here from Iowa. There you are, sir, will that be all today?” “Yes, thank you. Say, are you getting ready to close? I thought you were open until five.” said the man. “Normally, we are, but today we are having a branch meeting, so we’re closing early” the female voice relplied. “Huh” said the man and he moved away from the cage exposing the view of the teller inside to Tami.
The girl was young, 22 or 23, Tami guessed. She had jet black hair, cut short, into a modern, messy style, yet her porcelain features, coupled with her soft blue eyes dashed any hope of confusing her gender. That and her obviously feminine chest. She was stacked! She was easily a 40 DD, maybe even a 42 DD. Her bust was made more noticeable by the old-style, pink blouse with a string tie under the lapel. The material, while not sheer, clung to her without appearing tight. This accented each curve as well as allowing the voluminous twins to move freely, as was demonstrated when she re-adjusted herself on the stool before calling out “Next!”.
Tami strode up to the window and noticed the teller’s name tag which read: Paige. “Good Afternoon, I…”
“EVERYONE STAY CALM AND DON’T MOVE!”
Tami and the teller turned toward the source of the bellow to see three men dressed in black jump suits and ski masks. Tami saw that the old security was slumped over and appeared to be knocked-out, a small trickle of blood on his right temple by the hair-line. The men were all tall, the shortest no less than 6’1”. The one in the lead, who was the tallest, at least 6’5” by Tami’s guess, began to walk to the teller’s cage, while the other two locked the doors behind them.
Tami heard a gasp behind her and glanced back at the teller. Paige’s eyes were wide and she was chewing on her bottom lip, though from fear or excitement, Tami couldn’t decide.
“You can forget about the alarm, Mr. Manager, we already cut it from the outside!” Tami turned to find that the leader was standing next to them! “Alright…Paige, is it?” the man said, surprisingly gently. Paige nodded, her eyes transfixed on the man, breathing in gasps of air and her nipples clearly erect against the thin blouse. “Okay, Paige. I want you put all the money from your drawer into this deposit bag. Can you do that?” said the Leader, again in a honey voice as if coaxing a lover. “Okay”, Paige said in a half-whisper. As she stuffed bills into the bag, Tami noticed that Paige continued to glance back to the Leader.
“OKAY, EVERYBODY, INTO THE VAULT! Except you two”, said the Leader, as Tami began to move toward the massive bank vault. Tami stopped and turned back toward the tall man. She was staring, hypnotized by his piercing green eyes behind his mask. The rest of the people in the bank were corralled in the bank vault by the other two robbers.
“That’s everybody and I’ve got the bonds!” said one of the other robbers as he converged on the three of them. “Good work, Brother! Now, get the van ready” said the Leader.
Tami stood with the third robber behind her and watched as the Leader moved away and behind the teller cage. The Leader smiled behind his mask as he walked up to the teller. “Can I have the deposit bag, please, Paige” he said, his hand out-stretched. “Uh-huh, here” came the teller’s meek reply. The Leader took the bag and moved behind her, his gloved fingers lightly brushing her shoulder. “Tell me Paige, does a masked man turn you on?” asked the Leader gently. “N-n-no” said Paige, unconvincingly. “Well, then,” said the Leader invading her space, “how come your so wet?” Suddenly, the Leader reached around and grabbed the girl, placing a white cloth around her nose and mouth as the she struggled helplessly.
Tami forgot about the man behind her and started for the door when she too was grabbed and a cloying cloth was pressed against her face, replacing oxygen with something else. The sound of car brakes outside was the last thing she was aware off before blackness hit her.

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2005/12/submission_chap.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2005/12/submission_chap.html Mon, 05 Dec 2005 21:30:05 +0000 Experimentation! I can vaguely remember being a very sexual being at an extremely young age. I had a few experiences with the sexes. Both boys and girls were turning my interests. Boys had me wanting to learn more and the girls had me needing to learn more. My first sexual experience was with was my cousin...we will call her Rebecca for this story. She was 4 years older then me and always wanted to play truth or dare. That was our favorite way to explore our bodies. The weekends were a time of adventure for us. We would both beg to stay at each others house for the night and that is when our fun would begin. We would sleep in the same bed and wait for the lights to go out. When they finally would go out, we were up having fun for hours and sometimes until daybreak. I can remember her touching my pussy for the first time. I remember it starting to tingle and get moist like it was yesterday. Rebecca would grab my hands and move it downward towards her wet spot and we would begin to massage each other for what seemed like hours. My cousin, Rebecca would suck my non existent breasts and lick my little nipples until the got as hard as raisinettes. We would continue this on an every weekend basis until the day we got caught!!! That was a day that neither one of us ever expected nor would ever forget. It was the beginning of a long journey that would take me to many sexual experiences with both men and woman.
Rebecca and I were in bed and doing what we loved to do to each other and as she was about to bring me to what I now know as an orgasm...someone walked in on us. It was my mother's friend, Drew. He was in his late twenties and I had the biggest crush on him. He was tall, blonde hair, killer blue eyes and the deepest dimples I ever saw in my life. He also played drums for this local rock band that my mother would take me to see.
Drew opened the door and was amazed to see me and Rebecca doing things to each other that he never even imagined that we knew about yet. When he came in the door, he was very quiet to make sure that no-one else in the house heard him. He walked over to my bed...where my cousin and I lay naked under the blankets. He looked at me and told me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world and then he bent down and put his tongue in my mouth. He looked at us and said, "Is it ok for me to watch and maybe play with you two beautiful young ladies"? Rebecca and I looked at each other in amazement and shock...We were at a loss for words, but apparently Drew knew that our sexy little bodies could not resist the attention of an older man. He stood in front of the bed and began to strip for us. Standing over the bed we were speechless at the size of his cock. At the time the only cock I had ever seen was on late night TV. Drew's cock was so big!!! He noticed how Rebecca and I were in a dazed state by viewing his naked body.
Drew walked over to the door and turned the lock. "Don't be nervous girls, I won't hurt you". He climbed in the bed and found himself a comfortable position in the middle of the two of us. He turned on his side where he was facing me and began to kiss me in a way that I never knew was possible. I liked it!!! I liked the way he kissed me. The way he made me feel like a special girl, like I was his girlfriend. He guided Rebecca's hand over his throbbing cock and she massaged it for him. His tongue was still in my mouth and his fingers were now inside my tight hole. Drew, looked at me and said. "Can I taste you"? I wasn't too sure what he meant. So, I said, "yes you can, Drew". I said yes, because I was so curious. Curious to know what this older man could do to me. I felt blankets of heat come over my entire body. It was a warmth that I have never felt in my life. I looked at Rebecca and she had a look of jealousy in her eyes that this grown man was paying more attention to me at this time than her.
Then I found out what Drew meant by tasting me. He crawled down on the bed and told me to open my legs wide for him. I followed his instructions like he was my teacher and I was at school. Too bad they don't teach this in school!!! Drew opened up my pussy and starting to do this thing with his tongue. He told me that he was going to make me feel like a woman and that is exactly what he was doing. He flicked his tongue all over my soaking wet pussy. Thrashing his tongue in and out...I lifted my legs up for him as if I knew what I was doing. Rebecca said to me, "do u want to taste me"? I responded with a firm yes. I rolled over onto my belly and Drew pulled my ass in the air. As he licked me, I licked Rebecca. Her moans began to get a bit too load and Drew said, "I have something to keep her quiet."
He stopped licking me and got up off the bed and stood over her frail body and began to stick his large throbbing cock in her mouth. Rebecca licked and sucked it as if she has done that sort of thing a lot. She was working it so good. She asked me if I wanted to try and at that point I don't think I would have said no to anything. I got on my knees and watched for a few minutes because she was older than me and so was Drew. I didn't want him to be disappointed and start treating me like a little girl. I looked up at him and he very gently grabbed the back of my neck and guided his cock to my face. He moved my hair away and said, "don't worry, just open up that pretty mouth for me and suck it like a lollypop". So, I did just that. I sucked and licked it just as if it were a sweet lollypop. I closed my eyes and it was so big that it kept choking me. He said that it was ok, "you just need to practice". Rebecca was watching us from the other side of the room. She was sitting in a recliner and had her legs bent up. She was rubbing her pussy for us. What she was really trying to do was to get the attention of Drew. And she did just that!!! He pulled his cock out of my overly stretched mouth and walked over to her and grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth. He was gagging her with his giant stick. His once gentle side became a bit rougher. As Drew was fucking Rebecca's mouth he called me over to him. I went to him as if I was his puppy dog. "Lay down, I want to show you what I need from my girlfriend. You do want to my little secret girlfriend...don't you"? I could only look at him in awe and responded with a prompt, "yes". I proceeded to lie on my back as he told me to. He started fingering my pussy again...one, two, and then three fingers went in me. I was sooo tight and it was hurting me. When I told him that, he responded with, "this is what I want and you want to make me happy, don’t you"? I said, "Yes". Three fingers plunging in and out of me. He told me to be quiet and I was trying my best. "Rebecca, put your pussy on her mouth so she can shut the fuck up already...I am going to make her my woman before the night is over". I guess that she wanted to win his affections also, so she did as she was told. Rebecca put her pussy on my face and rubbed it up and down for me to lick it. It did make me quieter. "I am stretching this pussy open, so you can take me inside you”, Drew said to me. I responded by telling him that I wanted him inside me, but I didn't know what that meant until now.
He demanded my cousin to get down and suck his cock. He said, "I need you to suck it and get it nice and wet so it will slide in her tight little cunt easily for me". Drew's once sweet, sensitive demeanor has now become rough and somewhat twisted. A part of me loved it too much, but another part of me was a scared girl that didn't realize what he was doing to me. As nervous and afraid as I was, I was willing to do anything. Rebecca had her mouth on his cock and he was forcing his fingers, almost his entire hand in me. I was ordered to lift my legs and put them as far back as I could. I did it!!! My legs were behind my head at this point and he pulled his large, throbbing cock out of her moist mouth and shoved it in my virgin pussy. I gulped!!! I squirmed!!! I wanted to scream, but I was so scared that my mother would enter my room of lust and see what her now slut daughter was doing...liking...loving!!
He banged his cock in me and it got harder and harder. Drew grabbed me by the back of knees and pinned them to my shoulders so I couldn't move. He said, "You like being my little secret slut girlfriend"? All I could do was grunt, "yes". My hole was being opened, pounded, and filled with his giant cock. "Take my dick", he said..."take all my dick". He pushed it so far in my that my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. Drew continued this motion until all of a sudden I felt his body start to tense up and jerk. He grabbed Rebecca and told her to finish him off. She sucked him for five more minutes and then he shot this thick, creamy white stuff into her mouth. "Now kiss your cousin, I want her to taste me too", is what Drew ordered Rebecca to do. She came over to me, while I lay almost dead like on the floor in a total state of delusion. She came to me and put her tongue in my mouth with his cream on it. It tasted salty, but I loved it!!! Drew got up and put his clothes on and walked over to me...he kissed me on the forehead and said, "you are my secret girlfriend now and don't forget that you belong to me". I looked at him and smiled...and we kissed goodnight. Rebecca and I got back in bed and went to sleep as if nothing ever happened.

]]> http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2005/12/experimentation.html http://www.secretphonesexfantasies.com/blog/ginger/archives/2005/12/experimentation.html Sun, 04 Dec 2005 23:48:48 +0000 Tongued Tied I had met Louis on a telephone chat line. He was from a city 2,000 miles away but we connected instantly. Perhaps it was because he was originally from my hometown. But I think it was because he had a relaxed way about him.
Talking to him was the easiest thing to do and it was nothing for us to spend 4-5 hours on the phone. Sex was always a popular topic of conversation, that's for sure. One of the things we have in common is a high sex drive and a wicked imagination, wicked in every way, might I add. Soon I was telling him all about my inner most desires and fantasies. With anybody else I would have been embarrassed but Louis always made me feel at ease.

I have never been confident about my body. Not only was I very tall – 5’9 to be exact but I had about 30 pounds extra on my frame. Thankfully I was blessed with a great pair of long legs, something he was attracted to right away. We would often talk about me wearing stiletto heels with stockings or, a fantastic pair of over the knee black stiletto boots. Louis's a little shorter than me so I had some misgivings about donning a pair of 6" heels but he was undeterred. He found the idea to be a real turn on. So did I.

Now when some people hear about a tall Amazon wearing stiletto boots a Dominatrix might come to mind but I am far from the dominating type. What turns me on is a man in control. Louis understood that and aimed to please. Our phone sex was incredible. The man could have me cumming in no time at all. His voice and his imagination always sent me over the edge.

We were driving each other insane sexually and so had to make plans to meet. I won't bore you with the details except to say that I booked a flight for the week of my 40th birthday and the stage was set. The morning I was to leave I dressed accordingly in a very short skirt, black stockings and stiletto pumps to show off my great legs and a red jacket unzipped to leave my cleavage on display. As I sat waiting to board, I was getting some looks from two salesmen types across the room but I only had ONE man on my mind.

I walked through the sliding door of the terminal gate and there he was. Although we had exchanged pictures, I was not prepared for how unbelievably sexy he was. Our eyes met and the chemistry was as powerful as it was over the phone. I nearly ran into his arms and pressed myself against him as we hugged. He smelled as good as he looked. Cool Water, my favorite cologne.

"You look fantastic," he said, running his hands over my back and ass.
I didn't say anything but I could feel his hardness already. I stepped back and modeled for him. He nodded approvingly. "You look good enough to eat."
My cheeks were flushed with excitement and a bit of shyness. I wasn't used to having a man like him compliment me that way. "Why thank you, you don't look so bad yourself ", I beamed.
He was wearing a beige dress shirt, black dress pants and matching black and beige tie. My clit felt tingly.
While we waited for my luggage to arrive, he kept his arm around my waist and several times I caught him staring at my tits. "Like what you see?" I asked him coyly.
"Oh most definitely," he replied. Just to prove it he took his finger and caressed the top of my cleavage. Shivers ran up and down my spine and my pussy was definitely getting wet.
Being the perfect gentleman, he carried my luggage to the car, still looking me over like a prized possession. I love that about a man. I love being "his woman". For the man I am dating I consider myself his personal sex slave. Not in a derogatory way, but strictly a toy for his pleasure. Louis knew this and he brought it into our phone role playing. Now we were together, in person, and I was shaking with anticipation at what it would be like to fuck him and be fucked.

As we drove, he put his hand on my knee. I knew that the sight of my legs, adorned with silky black stockings, would be to his liking. My skirt had hiked up just high enough that he could see the tops of my stockings. At one point he traced a finger along the lace, occasionally touching bare skin. He was driving me wild and he knew it. The bulge in his crotch showed me that I was doing the same to him.

I don't remember the walk from the car to the house. What I do remember was the sound of the front door closing and a pair of hands cupping my breasts from behind. Like a caged animal finally released, I sighed heavily and pressed my ass back against him. His erection seemed to strain against the material of his pants. It wanted some pussy and it wanted some now.

"God you are fucking sexy," he moaned, kissing the back of my neck and teasing my now rock hard nipples with his fingers. I could only groan in reply. My tits are hypersensitive and he knows that I can cum just from having them played with. "I can't wait to fuck you." His words were like hot brands on my body. Every nerve ending was alive and exploding. He turned me around and started to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth and I sucked on it greedily. Lips against lips, our hands explored each other's bodies. His were all over my ass and then he ran his fingertips up the sides of each stocking clad thigh.

"Oh God, Louis, " I breathed into his mouth, savoring the actions of his tongue. "Please fuck me. I need your cock right now!"

With that he took my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom. Once through the door he pushed me down onto the bed and was on top of me. He kissed me hungrily on the lips and then made his way to my earlobes, all the while assaulting my body with his hands. I could only squirm and moan beneath him. I had waited so long to fuck him that I was overcome with lust. My body had taken over and my mind was along for the ride. I had spread my legs automatically when he got on top of me and so now he was pushing his hard cock against my soaked panties. My hips thrust upwards out of instinct, wanting to take all of him into me.

"I think my lover wants some cock, " he groaned into my ear, his breathing getting heavier. "Is that what you want lover?"
I found my voice. "yes, baby. I need your cock. I want you to fuck me!"

"That's a good girl," he said. Now he was tracing his tongue along my cleavage. "Mmmmm, such beautiful tits . . . just for me to suck on, right my sexy?"
"Yes, darling. Just for you." Suddenly he grabbed at the neck of my jacket and ripped it open. I gasped in shock but it only made me wetter.

I was wearing a black push up bra, the delicate lace barely covering my creamy white tits. His hands were on them in a flash, squeezing and pushing them together. My nipples were pushing through the material and he saw that as an invitation. He started sucking on them through the lace, his tongue flicking at the hard buds. Without missing a beat he used his teeth to grab a hold and pulled my bra up, exposing my tits. "God those are great tits," he said, running his palms over the nipples. "Do you want me to suck them?"
"Oh please suck them baby," I begged.

My nipples hardened even more when his hot mouth closed over them. He sucked at them like a baby, making slurping noises and moaning at the same time. I started to buck wildly and thrash beneath him. I pushed upwards, driving my tits deeper into his mouth. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head, pinning me to the bed. "I’ve got a surprise for you," he grinned. Then, without warning, he sat up. The sudden release of my nipples made a popping sound. He removed his tie and began winding it around my wrists. My hands hadn't moved from above my head. I squirmed but he didn't stop.

When he decided that the tie was secure, he reached over and got a
piece of rope from the nightstand. Fastening one end to the tie, he attached
the other to the headboard. I was helpless and at his mercy.

He looked down at me from all fours. "I love seeing you bound up like the little slut that you are." I pulled at the restraint but it was useless. "You can't get away. I’ve got you now, " he said with a laugh.
Reaching over to the nightstand again he picked up a pair of scissors. My eyes widened in anticipation for I knew what he was about to do. The sharp metal felt cold against my hot skin as he slid it under my bra strap. Snap! went the first one. Then the other one followed suit. Snap! He pulled it off and threw it on the floor. My tits jiggled with his every move.

I was panting now, realizing what he was going to do next. He threw the scissors on the floor and starting pulling my skirt down. It didn't take long. "Mmmm. You're wearing garters for me, such a good girl." He tugged at the strips of material and then placed his forefinger directly over my soaked crotch. "You're so wet, baby."

He began to caress the flimsy strip that hardly covered my smooth snatch. I knew he liked a bare pussy and I had made an appointment just the day before to have it completely waxed. The lack of hair meant that the nerve endings in my skin were now ultra sensitive and the touch of his fingers caused it to tingle. "Mmmmm, nice smooth pussy," he said, smiling approvingly. "Just how I like it." He kept his eyes on mine as he at first gently probed around the crotch and then slipped a finger underneath.
My reflexes took over and I felt my hips grind upwards. I wanted his fingers
inside my wet walls. I wanted his cock there even more. He must have read my mind because now he was teasing my hard clit with two fingers. I could feel the pressure of sexual tension building and I knew that if he kept at what he was doing, I would soon cum. He said not a word but just watched me . then he withdrew his hand.

"No cumming for you just yet," he grinned.
I cried out in desperation, "Oh please! Let me cum! I can't stand it!!" I was panting like an animal in heat but he acted like he didn't hear me. My thighs
were quivering uncontrollably as my body perched on the edge of release. Out of reflex I tried to squeeze my legs together, hoping that would give me the orgasm I needed, but he grabbed them and spread them apart.
To make sure I didn’t try it again, he pulled two scarves from under the mattress and began tying my ankles to the bedposts. Now I was spread eagled, bound, strictly for the pleasure of this man who so completely pervaded my senses. He quickly undressed and I gasped at the sight of his rock hard dick. It was over 8 inches long and thick. His balls were shaved bare and I longed to feel that stiff rod inside my tight, dripping wet cunt. The bed bounced as he climbed onto it, positioning himself on his knees between my legs.
Lowering himself onto me, he again sucked on my nipples. He tugged and pulled at them, sometimes using his teeth to graze them. I could do nothing but thrash and buck beneath him, every action on my hard buds sending bolts of electricity directly to my clit. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and I tried to will it inside. I needed his cock, I needed for him to fuck me. So many months of waiting and longing.

As he fed on my breasts, he slid his palms under my ass, lifting it every so slightly. Then he let go of my tits and began licking his way down my body. "Oh God!" I thought to myself, knowing where he was headed. When his hot lips and breath reached the soft fleshy mound just above my clit, I felt my breath catch in my throat.
He looked up at me and then ran his tongue all the way down my snatch. No words
could express the feeling of his tongue on my smooth pussy lips and surrounding skin. I thrust my crotch up into his face. Soon his tongue was swirling around my clit, pulling on it and sucking like he had done on my nipples. Pussy juice flowed into his mouth and coated his chin. He slurped eagerly and moaned how good I tasted. I couldn't believe this was happening. It felt so insanely good!
Then he drove his tongue into my pussy. "Fuck!" I moaned, twisting my body trying to get away from him but it was no use. I was tied and now tongued almost to the point of torture. I pulled on the scarves, trying to get free. As he tongue-fucked me he reached up and twisted my nipples. For what seemed like an eternity he ate me out, bringing me to the point of orgasm and then slowing.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! You taste so fucking delicious, " he murmured into me. "Oh my god, you are so wet for me." His words stung me and fed the fires of lust now overtaking me. "But I need to tame that sweet cunt and tame it good." With that he thrust his cock into my waiting hole and the swiftness of it took my breath away. He began fucking me like a wild animal, driving his cock deep inside my pussy. He grabbed my tits in his hands and pounded me into the mattress. His eyes locked with mine as he took me there on his bed. Over and over he pile-drived that amazing cock into my hot cunt.

He grunted with every thrust. My hips pushed upwards, wanting him deeper and deeper inside. Letting go of my tits, he pulled out and untied my legs and lifted them so that they were on his shoulder. Then he unleashed a fucking that I would feel for days. His strong, muscular legs acted like machines, his ass the engine as he rode me like no one ever had. I screamed with pleasure, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness as the sensations rolled through my body. My ravaged pussy was taking the beating of its life and I didn't care.
I wanted more and more . "Oh God, fuck me harder baby!" I said between gasps forbreath.
"Yeah, you like me fucking you hard?"
"Yes, yes, YES!!!" I screamed in reply. "Hard - as - you - want - to – ba-by!"

Never in my life had I experienced anything like this. I had to cum but was afraid to. It was going to be a powerful one and no matter how I tried I couldn't hold it back .
"OH GOOOOD!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"
The climax hit me like a freight train. Wave upon wave of intense heat coursed through my body. My pussy walls rolled and fluttered, contracting and gripping his cock like a vise. My legs were shaking involuntarily, as he kept driving his cock into my pussy again and again. I felt blackness begin to envelop me but I fought it off. I wanted to feel him cum, feel that hot cream pour inside me.

Sweat poured off his face and body and mixed with mine. Our bodies were bathed in silky wetness. I saw the muscles in his stomach clench and knew he was about to dump his load.
His screams seemed to reverberate around the room and I screamed a moan as I felt his seed pour into my quivering hole. He grabbed onto my hips and hammered his cock into me, making sure every last drop of his sticky jizz found its way into my cunt. For what seemed like an eternity he kept thrusting, an endless supply of cum filling me then pouring down into the crack of my ass.

When he had expelled the last of his jizz, he collapsed on top of me, his cock still hard inside me. I could barely move, let alone breathe. We were slick with sweat and our breathing was ragged. Silence fell like a hammer where screams and moans had filled the room just moments before. We lay like that for nearly an hour. Breathing together, savoring. I had no idea that he had even more in store for me.

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