Truth or Dare (Includes: Forbidden, Surrender & Indecent) Page 2

  Evan made me feel like a new woman and upon his instructions I moved into his place. Every time I act bitchy, he quickly turns me over his knee and spanks some sense into me. Every day when I get home, I change from my demure business suit into a corset, stocking, garter belt and high heels and if he’s had a hard day, I know I’m in for a long hard night.

  The last time that I got in really serious trouble, though, was when I stayed out past my curfew. I snuck back into the apartment only to find Evan sitting calmly on the couch, holding a cane whip in his hand. Sitting beside him was his best friend, Brody. I was terrified as well as being embarrassed. Then, making matters worse. Evan ordered me to the bedroom and told me to strip and lie facedown on the bed.

  Seconds later, Brody was tying my hands to the bedposts while Evan casually tickled my naked backside with the tip of the cane and listened impassively to my whimpering promises never again to come home late. Suddenly, the cane whizzed through the air and struck me directly on my ass, filling me with pain. The second blow made me cry out. I twisted and pulled on the ropes, but I was tied securely and couldn’t get free. Then Evan handed Brody the cane and told him to continue punishing me.

  Through my tears and humiliation I saw Evan slowly strip, climb up onto the bed and position his cock against my face. Through all the pain I was determined to perform just as Evan had taught me, and I concentrated on that task throughout the terrible thrashing his friend administered to me.

  Later, after Brody had left, Evan kept me tied up to the bed. Throughout the night he fucked me and whipped me. And, for the first time, he fucked my ass. Then, at daybreak, he freed me and allowed me to cuddle in his protective arms. I’m so lucky to have a strong man who knows how to put me in my place.

  BEACH BUNNY

  I hadn’t seen Amber in three years, but she hadn’t changed one bit. She had left the San Diego seaside to get back to the “real world” for a while. We had been neighbors in an apartment building that was a block away from the beach. Now Amber lived and worked in Santa Ana, and she surprised me with a big hug and a kiss.

  “Meet me by the pier tonight,” she whispered after about ten minutes of getting-reacquainted conversation.

  We were in the midst of a hot spell, and the July evenings offered little relief from the heat of the day. I knew that there would be a lot of people seeking the breeze down by the ocean — but I also knew a secluded spot underneath the pier where we wouldn’t be disturbed. Amber was there, around ten, wearing the same skimpy bikini she’d worn the last time I’d seen her.

  “You won’t have to fight to get if off me this time,” she said, coming on hot and horny. “I’ve been thinking about this, and wanting it, since the last time I saw you.”

  Amber lay back against the piling under the pier, both of us hidden in the dark, where no one could see us. With her arms wrapped around the wooden pile, she jutted her hips out, moving her ass from side to side, cooing and wooing me on.

  I couldn’t resist taking a moment to relish how great she looked. The years had done her damn well. Her waist was still narrow, maybe a little wider of hips, but in a nice way. And her tits, God, they were busting out of her bikini.

  “Come on, Scott,” she urged. “Get me naked. I wanna fuck you so bad.”

  My head was spinning. Damn, here she was, coming back from my past without warning. I went down on my knees and slid her suit bottom down her legs. As soon as I had her bottomless, she spread her thighs open, jutting her abdomen forward again, showing me the golden, close-trimmed hairs of her pussy. She’d sprayed perfume around her cunt, and its wonderful scent enticed my mouth and nose.

  My tongue found the slippery smooth folds of her slit and licked against her, making Amber respond with an immediate sigh of pleasure. Using my fingertips to spread her slightly, I penetrated with my tongue, slipping up inside her, finding the bulge of her clit and moving it side to side with a firm pressure that had Amber writhing. Her sighs got louder and louder, almost drowning out the sound of nearby waves breaking onto the shore.

  She tasted and smelled so good. I loved eating her out. My face was flush against her cunt, and my tongue went deep into her, stretching so far it had me sore, but I was loving it. The flow from her pussy was almost sweet tasting. As I reached up for her tits, getting under her bikini top, Amber started to climax. Her hands ravaged through the curling length of my hair, urging me to stay tight on her pussy, tongue-fucking, doing her clit.

  I kept one hand working her breasts, playing with taut nipples. My other hand grabbed her ass, pulling her loins against my face, letting my tongue do her. Amber‘s legs gave out in the midst of her orgasm, making me fight to hold her up until her peak washed through her. Spent, her bikini top twisted off her tits, she came down on the sand beside me. “Do what you want, Scott,” Amber breathed. Looking very pleased, she then spread her legs, her bare ass rubbing against the warm, white sand.

  My cock throbbed eagerly as I undid my pants. The insides of her thighs, all the way up into her pussy, were slick and sticky with humid arousal. I rubbed my cock all over her, getting primed with her juices, then sought out her entrance and got my cock head in line with the slit in her folds. Amber slipped one hand on each side of her labia and eased herself open for me, giving me a great shot into spread pink that shone glossily even in the darkness beneath the pier.

  The tip of my prick slipped up and down against her folds a few times; then I wanted it all. I plunged straight down into her, feeling the tight wrap of her channel fighting to accommodate me as I seared deep inside her cunt. She was so tight and hot, a fantastic tension doing my shaft.

  “Go ahead!” she urged loudly. “I want you to come inside me!”

  She pulled her knees up to her tits, holding them there, giving me a straight-down shot into her cunt; just me on top of her as I slammed my cock in and out of her muff — no restraints, just hard, fast, in-and-out fucking, with my cock head popping her entrance. My juices began flowing fast and strong, building, then spewed all over her insides, getting me off with a fantastic high as I pumped her full of baby batter. Exhausted, we lay on the sand awhile — me on top of her, feeling her tits, leaving my cock inside her slick hole, both of us smiling. It had been a long time since we were last here together, but damned if she hadn’t improved over the duration.

  HITCHING A RIDE

  I’m a male student at an Oregon university, and I’d like to share a personal experience that unfolded along Interstate 5. I was hitchhiking my way back to campus and was picked up by a young couple, Tom and Mary. To break the ice, I told them that as a kid I had a pair of pet gerbils named Tom and Mary.

  I sat in the front seat next to Mary while her husband drove. Mary was pretty cute, in a skinny sort of way, with shoulder-length brown hair and perky little tits. Tom was a weaselly-looking guy — scrawny, with a real nasal tone to his voice. They said they worked together at a Los Angeles hospital and were heading home from a vacation in Portland. We chatted about the crummy weather in the Northwest and football. After some more small talk, Tom asked me if I’d ever been involved in an orgy.

  I got a hard-on right away. “Yes, once,” I said. “Have you?” I could feel the pressure of Mary’s leg against mine when he answered. “Yeah, Mary and I have gone to several. I really like to watch Mary suck guys off. As a matter of fact, it looks like your cock could use some work.”

  At this point my heart and my mind were racing, and my prick was throbbing like crazy. Mary had her hand on my leg and was smiling at me. What could I say? She slowly unzipped my pants, and my dick sprang straight up into her hands. Tom kept looking at my cock and telling me how big it was while he rubbed his own dick and drove. I reached over and unbuttoned Mary’s blouse before she could start to work on my knob. I wanted to see some skin.

  An expert, she worked her tongue all over my cock really fast, up and down, then swallowed me whole. I wasn’t prepared for that and groaned, almost doubling over in ecstasy. Mary quickly helped me pu
ll my jeans completely off while she sucked and licked my hard-on. Her pink, pointy nipples became taut while I massaged them — when I could concentrate — the pleasure was driving me crazy.

  By now Tom was really worked up, and he decided to find a place for us to park so he could get in on the action. We wound up in an old cemetery, and just as I was about to let loose with my load, Mary let my cock plop out of her mouth. It was torture, but I loved it. Meanwhile, Tom was masturbating like a wild man and sucking on his wife’s titties. Mary was out of control and yelled for me to put my rod in her mouth again. I complied. My sperm was building up to astronomical proportions, and in seconds my white-hot cum went gushing down her throat — the excess dribbling down her pretty face just as her hubby shot a thick load onto her boobs.

  Tom just sat there daydreaming, but Mary wanted more. She pulled her pants off and asked me to fuck her. Just looking at her tight little twat made me hard again, and her juices were super wet and flowing as I squeezed my aching dick into her. Mary’s moans revived Tom, who urged us on. “Fuck the bitch! Yeah, slam that dripping hole!” I rammed her hard from behind, sliding my prick deep into her body while she arched back and took Tom’s cock into her mouth. I didn’t last too long inside Mary. It was too hot and wet for a long, slow fuck. Besides, she wanted it hard and fast; so I gave it to her. This time I kept my dick deep inside her when I blew. I felt my schlong splurt steamy sperm far into her body. Just about that time, Tom let loose with his. Mary was taking hot jism from both ends!

  An hour later they dropped me off at a truck stop. I bought a cup of coffee and looked for a friendly face to bum a ride from. Would you believe it? The hot blonde with a pair of perfect tits sitting next to me at the counter was heading my way. Yeah, life on the road is great!

  WELCOME TO THE MILE HIGH CLUB

  Flying scares me shitless. Last month my boss ordered me to take the red-eye flight from New York to Los Angeles for a big business deal. I tried to get him to extend the trip so that I could take a train, a bus or even hitchhike there — anything. No dice. I packed my things and headed to the airport, immediately hitting the bar for a couple of bracers. My boss’d bought a business-class seat for me, but I asked for the coach section instead. (I read somewhere that you might be able to walk away from a crash if you sat in the back. Probably bullshit, but you never know.) And I didn’t look forward to the red-eye, sailing through the air in the dead of night. Seeing the ground from two miles up is bad enough; not seeing anything is worse.

  The plane turned out to be pretty empty, and the stewardess asked me if I’d care to sit up in business, since there were extra seats. I said no, but I didn’t tell her one of those extra seats had been mine. I asked for a drink, but she said I’d have to wait until we got off the ground. Shit. Most of the two dozen or so passengers looked pretty sleepy. It was, after all, just past midnight. The majority of them looked like business people doing the same thing I was. There was one difference: They didn’t look terrified. The stewardess gave her little death talk — the one about escape hatches and oxygen masks. I wanted a parachute. And a drink.

  After that we taxied and took off. With the city lights visible through the windows on one side and nothing but black sky through those on the other, it looked and felt like we were flying side-ways. I waited impatiently for the drink trolley to come around, then ordered two Jack Daniels on ice.

  Right across the aisle from me was a fit girl with long black hair, reading one of those in-flight magazines and sipping a screwdriver from one of those little plastic cups. She turned, saw me looking and smiled. I smiled back, of course.

  I got up to take a leak. When I came back up the aisle, the plane hit an air pocket and shook. I lost my balance near the girl’s seat and had to steady myself on her shoulder. I apologized, but she said it was quite all right and asked me to join her. With a grin, I flopped into the seat beside her.

  Her name was Amy. I signalled for two more drinks, and we talked. I let it slip pretty quickly that there were several things I’d rather do than fly, and Amy started to spout off a list of statistics, explaining how safe flying was compared to other means of travel. Even though I was slightly looped, it didn’t take a genius to realize that she was telling me all this stuff to reassure herself, that she was more scared of flying than I was. I said that, and she suddenly got pissed. Said I was projecting my fears on her or some damned thing and turned away.

  Just then the plane lurched again, making a really sharp bank. She looked at me, white-faced, and grabbed my arm. I was scared too, but I hoped I didn’t look as bad as she did. Then the plane tilted the other way. She put her arms around me and held on tight. I could feel her shaking and could smell her perfume — Chanel, it was. My nose brushed through her hair, which smelled so good, it took my mind off things. Glancing down, I could see a hint of breast inside her blouse, which was unbuttoned down to about mid-chest; she wore a black bra. And on the collar of her white cotton jacket I saw a funny little pin. I recognized the image from an old poster I’d seen: two ducks fucking in midair with the caption “Fly United.”

  She slipped her shoes off and began easing her stocking-clad toes up and down my leg. I heard her murmur “M-m-m,” and her hand found mine, tickling my palm with her fingernails. That pit in my stomach eased up a little, and I concentrated instead on the tingling in my balls. Unless I read things very wrong, I’d just gotten an invitation. So I took the cue and cupped her full breast, turning and squeezing softly. She looked at me and closed her eyes, and I kissed her. Her mouth opened farther, and her warm tongue shot into my mouth, swirling around urgently. Fluidly, she pulled my hand up her leg and under her dress. She spread her thighs for me. I could feel the warmth of her pussy, but the crotch of her pantyhose kept me from touching. She pulled away from me, sliding her tight hose down to her ankles and then off her shoeless feet.

  Before I could speak, she had her mouth on mine and her hand in my lap, stroking my growing cock through my pants. With her free hand Amy switched off the overhead light and raised the armrest upward, flush against the seat backs. She pressed closer to me. I figured we’d be caught, but the boner in my pants told me not to worry.

  I slid my fingers into her, feeling the warmth and wetness there. A little pressure from my finger on her clit had Amy shuddering.

  “I want you to eat me,” she whispered, turning around and raising the other armrest. That gave us three seat-lengths to play in, and she stretched backward, her head near the window.

  Her pussy looked delicious, and I knelt in between our seats and the ones ahead, burying my face between her spread thighs. Her pussy lips felt hot against my mouth. I nibbled, licked and sucked all of it, rimming her cunt hole with my tongue. Nervously, I stuck my head up and scanned the compartment. Few things shock me, but I was absolutely floored. There were at least four or five other couples doing exactly what we were doing. On the other side of the plane opposite us, two big lumps under a blanket were doing something I couldn’t figure. In the middle section I heard very quiet moans in a female voice — and they weren’t moans of pain, I’ll tell you that. And one middle-aged guy was heading for the tiny men’s bathroom with a tall blonde on his arm. This plane was a flying orgy!

  The jet banked again, throwing me toward the curved wall, but I stuck my arms out and braced, with my crotch right over Amy’s head. Swiftly, she pulled down my fly, my pants and my shorts. My cock sprang to attention, and Amy shifted, wrapping her mouth around it, sucking thirstily, pumping my rod with her hand, until I was ready to cream into her throat. Abruptly, she stopped and pulled her head away. She shook her head and smiled; I knew what she meant. Kneeling on the seat, I lifted her legs high into the air, pushing her thighs back against her chest, and bared that shaved snatch. It looked great, with the two pink cheeks of her ass on either side and that liquid slit in the middle. My cock sought out her hole and slid in slowly. Maybe it was the altitude or the cabin pressure or something, but as wet as Amy was, she was still ver
y tight, almost virginal.

  She pushed her hips toward me, driving me in all the way, then pulled, milking my cock sensuously. Her head turned and twisted against the armrest by the window; her mouth was open, her tongue licking her lips. Still with her thighs awkwardly up against her body, she reached between her legs to her chest and undid her bra, letting her full, round tits burst free. With the air from the blowers, her nipples erected instantly.

  Continuing to jackhammer into her cunt, I spread her legs and leaned forward, taking one full nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. I bit at the thick nipple over and over, making Amy moan again, deeply. Her hands laced behind my head and pulled me closer into her breast, rolling my head into the soft flesh, while her hips did a similar roll against mine.

  I attacked the other breast with my mouth, curling circles around its roundness with my tongue, sucking the entire brownish nipple into my mouth. Amy’s breathing became doglike panting, and she doubled the speed of our fucking.

  Suddenly, she shook her head and pulled my prick out of her twat, squirming around so she faced out the windows on her hands and knees. I slid into her again from the rear, enjoying the wobble of her ass as I rammed home. Like a shot her entire body bucked backward into me, and she stifled a scream of ecstasy. Feeling her cunt nostrils contract in waves around my cock, I shot off hard, spraying her insides with half a dozen spurts of cum.

  Amy sighed happily and moved around in the seat, sitting upright and pulling her dress demurely down. I sat next to her after pulling up my pants, but before I could get zipped up, Amy wrapped her lips around my shrinking cock once more and gave it a long warm kiss, licking the final drops of cum from the tiny hole. Then she straightened up and punched the “call” button for the stewardess. I’d just barely gotten my pants zipped and belted when the stewardess came to take our drink orders.