Gay Desert Love Story

The depression years were tough on many. I felt myself lucky that I
had received a “fair” inheritance and was not suffering financially as was
much of the population. While I had money, I was suffering in another way. I’m
gay. I had to leave New York because of so much taunting, teasing and
persecution. My dad hated my guts and I had a younger brother that scorned me.
I had few friends. I felt guilty and unwanted. I just had to get away from the
ignorance of others who were making my life miserable. Continue reading Gay Desert Love Story

First Time Tied Story

There’s nothing like a bus ride home to put you in a bad mood.

Here I was, walking the long road to our house from the bus stop in town,
musing on how much it was going to cost me to get the car out of the shop,
what I was going to do about my many problems at work, and how sore my feet
were getting as I trudged home in the hot sun…

I was hot and sweaty by the time I walked up the driveway and slowly swung
the door open and entered the relative coolness of the house, when you met
me at the door. Continue reading First Time Tied Story

Sister of my Mom

Sister of my Mom

A Story By

Ravi

My Name is Ravi. I am 23 years old now. This happened to me when I was 18. That
time I was looking for a job after my college. I was staying in my Mom’s sister’s
(Aunt) house in the city attending interviews. My Uncle is a Sales Representative.
He will be out of town for at least 25 days a month. My aunt was 28 years old that
time. She is really beautiful and sexy. Especially I love her boobs. Her boobs are
really huge and those two can not be kept with in her Bra and Blouse. Most of the
time when she is doing household work her saree can not cover her big boobs and
her cleavage is always feast to my eyes. Strong and beautifully shaped thighs. Her
tight ass is a bit big but goddamn sexy. All the males seeing her will definitely dreams
about meeting her nude in a bed and fucking her real hard. No exceptions.

Then think about me. She is my fantasy gal. I know she is like mother to me. But
couldn’t resist my Instincts and always I was dreaming about her. To tell you the
truth I was dying to have sex with her but always scared and think about the
relationship between us. Most of my masturbation sessions in the bathroom that
time were thinking about her only. I was just waiting for the right time and
opportunity to have sex her. I was getting excited just by seeing her. Believe me she
is so sexy and her body is well shaped.

One Friday morning I was sitting in my Bedroom and reading a Sex magazine I got
it from my friend. My uncle went on a tour. (as usual). Aunt yelled "Ravi , can you
help me?I have to go to the Groceries." I went down the hall to her room. She was
standing with her back to the mirror, looking at it over the shoulder. All she had on
was her black skirt and white bra. Aunt ‘s got a pretty good figure. It’s
complimented by her beautiful hair. She’s average height (I’m a little taller now),
with great legs, and large breasts. She has mostly 36D cup bras in her drawers. She
is always trying to do something about her butt although it looks OK to me. She had
both hands behind her back, working on the bra hooks. Her boobs were pointed
straight at me as she looked over her shoulder. I stopped at the door.

"Come here and hook this will you? I’m late." She turned her back to me, still
holding the ends of the bra straps. I stepped up behind her with my heart fluttering.
I had seen my Aunt in her bra before but always just for a second as she crossed
the hall or pulled on a sweater. Now I was standing right next to her and able to see
the bra in detail. The bra had four metal hooks and one was bent down. I slipped a
fingernail under it and lifted enough to get it hooked. She turned around with a
blouse in one hand, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. She put the blouse on
and buttoned it. During that brief period I was able to look right at her boobs in the
bra cups. The bra was rather structured with lots stitching for reinforcing. The
bottom half of each cup was solid fabric. The top half had panels of lace. I could see
skin thru the lace. She disappeared down the hall and left home to the groceries.

That was the first time in my life I saw a female like that. That too my fantasy lady.
That morning I had an Interview. Later in the afternoon she got home just as I did.
She asked, "How did the interview go?" I said "OK, they said they would get back
to me." Aunt said "Come and tell me all about It." as she walked to her room. She
sat down on the bed and pulled her saree off. I was standing near the door. She
stood up and walked to her closet unbuttoning her blouse. I was tempted to leave as
she took it off and hung it up. She said, " Well, what did they say? What type of job
is it?" "They gave me some stuff to read. They want someone to stock sheaves in
the evenings." I said, not really thinking about it. I was more interested in watching
her. She was now dressed much as I had seen her that morning, with just the skirt
and bra on. She reached back and tried to unclip it. I held my breath. Would she
really take it off while I was there? She continued to struggle with the clip, her back
still to me.

"Darn, the hook is still stuck. Can you get it?" I stepped forward again, always
ready to assist. It was easy to unclip the bent hook but I took my time. "Well, did
you get the job?" She stepped into the recess of the closet and dropped the bra off
her shoulders. I was off to the side a little so I could see the side of one breast under
her arm as she reached up for a nightie. What a sight it was. Her breasts hung
down some and swayed as she moved. "They look… Ah they’ll call me next week." I
stammered. Aunt pulled the nightie over her, covering up."That’s wonderful.
Thanks for helping." As I turned to go she threw the bra at me "That’s one of my
favorites. Can you fix it?" I looked at it for a second and said " OK" smiling at her.
she laughed, undid the nightie, opening it, and retying it. She had opened the nightie
wide, enough for me to see both breasts and her black panties. The breasts were
tipped with wide pink circles around the nipples. They were beautiful, even for the
fraction of a second I saw them. The nipples themselves were flattened into the
breast. The pink rings were maybe two inches across. The boobs sagged a little and
were big enough to touch together. I had to leave quickly, feeling rush of heat in my
crotch.

The next day, Saturday, Aunt was home all day so I didn’t even have a chance to
jack off with her bra. I had played with her silky panties before but never tried her
bras. The silk and nylon of her panties rubbing against my cock turned me on and I
usually would cum quickly. I had to be careful not to get my cum on them. While I
was fixing the hook, I felt and touched the entire bra, concentrating on the inside of
the cups. Aunt had an early dinner ready for me. She was in her nightie, her hair in
a towel. Her eyes were her best features, next to her tits, at least to me. Today, she
had even put on lipstick. She didn’t put much makeup on when it was really hot but
it would be cool in the theater. I sat down to eat, thankful that she would be gone so
I could jack off without interruption.

“Ravi, did you fix my bra? Can you bring it here?" Shit, she wanted it back. No
problem, I could play with another bra when she left. I could see her from the back,
sitting at her dresser as I walked down the hall to my room for the bra. It looked
like she had on panties and inskirt over them. She was naked from the waist up,
facing the mirror, doing her nails. Wonderful. I got it and walked into her room.
She now had her hands up, blowing on the nails to dry them. From where I stood,
her arms blocked her reflection in the mirror. I walked up behind her. Looking
down over her head, I could see the reflection of the breasts perfectly. She said
"My nails are wet. Can you carefully put it over my arms for me? Careful." She
raised her hands.

It took me several tries to get the bra right side up and all the straps straight. All the
while I was staring at her tits. I was getting hard inside my lungi. The bra finally fell
in place and I hooked it without being asked. She stood up and turned to face me.
"Close but not quite." she laughed. I was already looking at her tits. Neither one
was in the cup. Both were half pinched out at the bottom. It looked like it hurt. She
still had her hands up in the air, like a surgeon. "Could you please pull the bra
down?" I hesitated a little trying to decide what to touch. I grabbed the straps
under her arms and pulled. It didn’t work, she just leaned into me. I pulled on the
center, between the cups and on the side. She fell on me again. She was laughing
now. I suddenly felt very hot as my face turned red.

She said "I’m sorry. Reach in back and unhook me and put it on right." To do this I
had to put my arms around her, pressing my chest against her boobs. I unhooked it
quickly. "The girls will love you." She said, stepping back. I put one hand under a
breast and pushed up, pulling the cup down over it. This was the first time I had
ever felt the bare flesh of a tit. It felt soft but heavy. The underside was warm,
maybe moist with sweat. My forehead was sweating and my heart was pounding. Continue reading Sister of my Mom

Afternun delight enslavement

His attention was interrupted. The volume on the hotel

room television had suddenly blared to life. On the screen the

diminutive form of the former Olympic star appeared. Another

feminine products advertisement. ‘Not if she was mine’ he

thought, reaching out and turning off the noise.

Easing back into the chair he let his mind wander back

to the thoughts that had been broken. The wind rattled a branch

against the window as a storm raged outside.

A visitor would have thought nothing of the scene. An

ordinary looking businessman in a faceless hotel room. A few

papers spread across the desktop, and a small overnight case

against the wall. A look at his facial expressions would lead

one to think he was just a bored man, waiting for a business

appointment who was running late. A peek inside his mind,

however, would have shown a completely different story.

He stood, and walked over to the oversized bed. Pulling

a pillow out from beneath the cheap hotel bedspread he lay back,

clasping his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.

He heard the sound of a key in the lock, but did not

take his eyes off the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he

saw her enter the room, close the door, and lock it behind her.

Then she stood quietly.

For minutes they stayed this way. Neither moving, the

only sound being her increasingly deep breathing. Finally, he

lowered his gaze, taking in the picture of the woman who had

come to serve him.

She was not a tall woman. Dressed in a camel overcoat to

protect her from the weather there was little to be seen. Her

hair was a mixture of light highlights, and deep dusky brown

closer to her head. Tiny gold hoops hung from her ears. He could

see her lips were firmly set, devoid of emotion or interest. Her

eyes were firmly set to the wall above his head, motionless.

Finally, he broke the silence with a single word.

‘Disrobe’, he said with a voice that was not a request, but a

command.

He watched as she looked about her. Standing in the

doorway there was nothing close to her to place her clothes on.

He knew she could feel his eyes boring into her now. She knew

she must obey.

Slowly, she unbuttoned the expensive overcoat and opened

it. Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the floor.

She wore a dark blue silk blouse, with a brightly colored scarf

at her neck. A grey wool skirt fell just above her knees.

Brightly polished leather boots extended from her small feet up

under her skirt.

Her hands went to her neck, and untied the scarf. As she

pulled it away, and dropped it to the floor baring her neck.

Around it he could see the thin black satin collar she wore. At

the base of her throat, attached to the collar, was an ivory

cameo. To the casual observer this was a nice, Victorian, touch.

On closer examination this carving was a couple intertwined in

the passions of lovemaking.

Carefully, she unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to

fall open as she moved down the long row of tiny buttons. As she

reached the bottom, and shrugged the blouse to the floor he

could see the glimmer from the tiny gold ring in each nipple. As

he watched, her nipples became completely erect. He could see

the motion of the rings with each move she made.

Her hands went to the side or her skirt, and she bent

slightly as she lowered the fastener. Standing erect she allowed

her skirt to join the rest of her wardrobe on the floor.

As she stood there, silent, he examined her body. A

slim, healthy, attractive woman, but he could see the sinew and

muscle under the soft flesh. This was a woman ready to satisfy

her master’s every wish.

He lowered his gaze, down across her small, but firm

breasts, across her soft, yet not quite perfect, stomach.

Following the line of her body his eyes rested upon her bare

mons. Looking carefully, he could see she had prepared herself

well. Not a trace of hair remained.

Continuing, he followed her well sculpted legs until

they entered the tall leather boots. ‘She will do’ was his only

thought.

He turned his attention away from her, leaving her

standing amidst her clothing. Picking up the remote, he switched

the television back on, and tuned in a cable news program.

‘Topping todays newscast’, droned the newscaster,’heavy

rains have caused minor flooding problems in the nations

Capitol. And on the sports scene…’. His attention wandering,

he took in the contents of the room again. She still stood

there, quietly.

He fixed his stare on her, ‘Shower’, he commanded.

For the first time since she had finished undressing she

moved. Quickly, as if fearing to anger him, she retreated to the

bathroom. As he paid light attention to the latest basketball

scores he could hear the water running strongly from the other

room.

After a few minutes it stopped. She reentered the

bedroom, a towel in one hand. She returned to in front of the

door, standing in the pile of her clothing. She stood, arms at

her side, legs spread slightly, waiting.

He rose from the bed and walked over to her. Walking

around her slowly he examined her. As he stood behind her, he

placed his hands on her shoulders. He could feel her shudder at

his touch, telling him that she was already feverish with

anticipation. With a frustrating slowness he moved his hands

lightly down her back, outlining her spine with one finger of

each hand. As he reached her buttocks, he rotated his hands, so

his thumbs slide down the crease and his fingers spread her

cheeks wide.

He dropped to his knees and with the lightest of touches

tasted inside her thighs. Allowing his trail of moisture to

move upwards he began to meet her moistness. Her taste was sweet

and warm on his lips. He could feel the tension in her body from

his touches, so he withdrew.

Standing directly in front of her, his back to the bed,

he uttered ‘undress me’. For the first time she spoke. Her eyes

lowered to the floor as she answered ‘Yes, Master.’

This was not their first time together, and she knew

exactly what to do. She reached up, keeping her eyes cast

downward, She loosened the tie around his neck. Removing it, she

carefully folded it and placed it neatly on the dresser.

Delicately, she unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and removed

his watch. This she placed next to the tie. She returned and

demurely unfastened the buttons down the front of his shirt.

Walking behind him, she removed it from his shoulders. This she

took across the room, and carefully arranged on a hanger in the

closet.

When she returned, she knelt in front of him. Placing

her arms behind her back she leaned forward and grasped the

leather of his belt between her teeth. Cleverly, she pulled the

strap free, and uncoupled it from the tooth in the buckle. She

then brought her arms out and, reaching down, removed his shoes.

The shoes went to the front of the closet, neatly arranged. Next

she removed each sock, one at a time. After each, she

straightened and, neatly folding it, placed it across the back

of each shoe.

At last he stood, only in his pants. She knelt, again, in front

of him and carefully undid the clasp at the waist. The slowly

lowering the zipper she lowered the fabric. Using one hand to

make sure none of it touched the floor she eased each legs down

over his foot and off. Finally, she hung these, with care, in

the closet and returned.

While she had been hanging the pants up, dressed only in

a bright green bikini brief, he had returned to the bedside

chair. Sitting back he watched her as she returned.

Reaching down he opened the small overnight case near

him. From it, he took a very light silver chain, and a set of

handcuffs.. With an almost invisible motion of his hand she came

forward and prostrated herself at his feet. He reached down and

attached one end of the chain to a small loop at the back of her

collar. She intuitively placed her arms behind her back and he

firmly closed the cuffs over them. He checked the coupling of

the chain at her neck. Taking the other end in one hand, he

reached down and took hold of her chin. Lifting her face to look

at him, he spoke.

‘Who am I?’ he questioned.

‘You are my Master’, she answered.

‘And what do you exist for?’

‘To serve your needs as your sex slave’, she replied. At

these words, her eyes dropped and fell to the carpet at his

feet.

Tugging lightly at the chain, he pulled her head forward

into his lap. She raised her eyes once again, and a look of

happiness crossed her face.

‘May I give you pleasure Master?’ she whispered.

A simple small nod of the head was all she got in

return. He then turned his attention away from her, and back to

the television.

He was sitting on the edge of the chair and her face

hovered inches above his crotch. She knew what he expected, and

was boiling inside with anticipation. Gently, she lowered her

head and began running her lips across the soft green fabric.

She could feel the outline of his manhood begin to stir at her

touch.

His legs parted further, and she dug her lips down one

side of the cloth. Finding the edge, she grasped it in her teeth

and lifted it across to the other side. This exposed him

completely to her. His semi-hard cock hung heavily over the edge

of the chair, and she could see this heavy balls hanging below.

Lowering her shoulders she put her mouth into position

just below the head of his cock. She could see small jerks of

movement in it, an unacknowledged excitement on his part for

what was ahead. Opening her mouth, and lowering her tongue, she

allowed the partially erect member to enter her mouth. Moving

slowly, she pressed on until the entire organ was resting on her

tongue, and deep into her mouth. Then she closed her mouth over

it, bathing it in warmth and sensation.

Instantly, she could feel the response. Blood flowed

rapidly into the muscle, engorging it and dramatically

increasing its size. Yet through this she struggled to hold him

deep inside her mouth.

Quickly, it reached full erectness. She could feel the

pulse of his body through the vessels in her mouth. The thick

head pressed hard against the roof of her mouth in the rear.

Ever so slowly she began to move her tongue. First just slightly

back and forth across the sensitive underside. Then, becoming

more aroused herself, along the sides, and as far back as she

could reach. Holding a strong suction she began to move her head

in time with her tongue. Bathing him in her moisture she began a

slow, but sure, rhythm.

She continued this way in silence. The only response she

noted has the deepening of this breath, and the increasingly

strong throbs through his cock. She began to feel his body tense

around her. His legs began to press in against her shoulders and

she could feel his buttocks tense up under him. She renewed her

efforts, thinking only of the satisfaction she was giving him.

As she felt a series of powerful pulsations in the cock

buried in her throat she knew she was succeeding in pleasing

him. With a tremendous intake of breathe, she sucked even harder

and buried him to the hilt inside her mouth.

‘No! Stop!’ she heard him cry out.

Too late she realized he had wanted to wait. As she

began to try to pull away she felt one last throb, and felt the

powerful gushes of his orgasm fill her mouth. Even as she

struggled to swallow the rapidly discharging fluid, she knew she

had erred.

She cringed at his feet as he stood from the chair.

‘Stupid slut! Didn’t I teach you better than that?’

She knew there could be no answer. She had failed in

serving him, and knew she must be disciplined.

He moved to the edge of the bed, and sat there, his cock

still at full erection. Using his chain, he pulled her to stand

beside him. Then with one hand on her back, and the other

pulling the chain, he pulled her down across his knee.

‘You have been a bad girl.’ he said. ‘You have forgotten

who decides what happens here. This should help you remember.’

She lay across his lap, her naked buttocks in the air,

feet spread slightly. Her head was down near the floor on the

other side of him, held low by his grasp on her leash.

She felt, rather than heard, his hand raise into the air

and come crashing down on her bare behind.

CRACK!

The sound echoed off the walls of the small quiet room.

She felt the heat immediately converge on the spot his hand had

struck. Mixed with the pain she felt was a sharp twinge of

pleasure from her groin.

SLAP!

‘Will you ever learn?’ she heard him say. ‘Answer me!’

‘Yes Master’, she whimpered ‘I will be much better now,

a perfect slave to your will’. Even as she spoke these words,

the thought of serving him generated even more fury in her

tortured crotch. She knew he could feel the fluids dripping from

her, and hoped he wouldn’t anger.

He pulled her to her feet and, digging in his overnight

bag for the key, released the handcuffs. She stood quietly,

wishing she could move to ease the tight muscles in her arms.

Pointing to the bed he quietly told her ‘Lie down on

your back’. When she had, he reached back into the bag and

withdrew an assortment of ropes. Working silently, he took four

long lengths and ran them under the bed. Two running top to

bottom at the outside edges, and two running across the bottom

at the head and foot.

He then took several shorter pieces and began to attach

her to his web. Each arm in turn, and then each leg. When he

finished she was firmly pinned to the bed. pulling on any arm

would drag the other off the side of the bed. Each leg reacted

the same. She lay spread-eagled to his gaze.

Two fine gold chains appeared in his hand. With one hand

he pulled her head up off the bed slightly. With the other, he

attached one end of each to her nipple rings. The other end

attached to an earring. Then he released her head, knowing that

she could not lower it to the bed without causing herself pain.

He looked down on her and could see threads of cum on

her neck. With a finger he scooped these up and placed them on

her tongue. She carefully cleaned his finger with her tongue

after she had swallowed these missed traces.

Reaching into his bag again, he pulled out two items.

The first was a lacey white set of panties. These had snaps at

the sides of a long band of material, and at the crotch. From

the crotch came two other strips, and there was no covering for

the buttocks. Working roughly, he slid this under her and

fastened the side panels, leaving the crotch open and her tight

ass uncovered. The second was a large human shaped vibrator.

Taking a large glop of KY, he covered it from the base to the

tip. Then, turning it on low speed, he placed it at the opening

to her quivering pussy. At the touch she gritted her teeth.

After a few seconds of teasing, he pressed it deeply inside her.

She could feel the vibrator fill her aching cavity. He reached

down and snapped the crotch to the leg straps. This preventing

even her well trained internal muscles from removing it. She

could feel the vibrations strongly where the tip of the vibrator

pressed firmly against her cervix.

He stood up, and began to dress. ‘I’ll be back in a

little while’, he said. ‘I’m going down to the lobby for a

moment. I will be listening at the door when I return, so don’t

make a sound’.

How long stayed away, she couldn’t tell. The pleasure

coming from her pussy in lightning like shocks overwhelmed her

senses. Each time she felt she was going to give in to the

feelings her head would arch back. The pain from her nipples

would bring her quickly back from the edge. Over, and over she

went through this cycle. She could feel a flood of moisture

between her thighs.

At last, she heard the key in the lock. He entered and

looked at the agony in her eyes. With deliberate slowness he

undressed himself. This time completely. He reached down and

released the ropes at her wrists and legs.

‘On your knees’, he commanded.

She carefully rolled over, making sure to keep her head

low and the nipple chains loose. Kneeling up she felt him

standing behind her. She could feel the rasp of the ropes as he

tied a loop around each knee, and brought it forward to her

wrist. He pulled them taught, so her wrists were touching her

knees. With her head against the mattress, ass was wide open

high in the air behind her.

As she shifted, she felt the vibrator press even deeper

inside her. The low buzz captured her mind completely at last,

allowing her only knowledge of it and nothing else. She no

longer knew he, the room, or reality existed.

The motion of the bed shifting brought her back. She

could feel him kneeling behind her. Then she felt a warm, hard,

slippery pressure at the opening to her anus. She caught her

breath as she felt him begin to enter her. As her sphincter

closed over his thick head she felt the shudders of orgasm

trying to overcome her. With every effort of willpower she had,

she fought it back.

He settled into a slow, fulfilling rhythm, pressing deep

inside her, then withdrawing to leave only the head trapped. She

could feel his hands running across her back and caressing her

smooth buttocks.

He began to press deeper and harder, and she could hear

his breath coming more quickly. She began to allow the feelings

to overtake her mind again. When she could feel he was about to

come she let her mind go, and lost herself in the passions of

orgasm.

As she was releasing herself she felt one hand move from

her back to her crotch. As the first explosions began to wrench

her mind she felt the vibrator begin to buzz at high speed. At

the same instant she felt his hand come down one her ass in a

sharp spank. The effect was instantaneous. What had been

explosions, became deflagrations. Her mind shattered in ecstasy

as she felt him swell and fill her ass with his hot cum. She

felt, but ignored, the pain in her nipples as she arched in

uncontrollable feeling. Finally, completely drained, she knelt

limp as he pulled out of her.

She quivered at his touch as he released her bonds. As

he lay back on the bed she knew what to do. Standing on barely

stable legs she walked into the bathroom and returned with a

warm washcloth. Carefully, she bathed his cock and balls with

it. When satisfied he was clean and resting, she stood and took

her place by the door.

With a wave of his hand, he closed his eyes and rested.

At that signal she dressed, and left. She knew she would return

again … and again. She loved her husband.

Sinful Matures

They had been meeting like this for about three years, fifteen women in all, over fifty years old, widowed or divorced, and between relationships. The group had been organized by Betty Colton and her good friend Sarah Henderson. When they lost their husbands only two months apart, both women felt as though their sex lives had been ended for good. Continue reading Sinful Matures