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This was written for a girlfriend of mine many years ago. She chose the motif for me to write about. All flames should be directed towards her. Alas, I know not where she is.

Her eyes adjusting to the faint glow of the monitor’s lights, she awoke. Every inch of her skin was cold, but that was to be expected after ten years in thermo freeze. The room was not as she remembered it. Once shiny metal cabinets were now covered with dust; debris littered the floor. She glanced over at the three other thermo tanks in the room, there lights were out. This meant that her companions had already evacuated or more likely that they were dead.

Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed on which she lay, ducking her head to avoid the glass cover which had protected her for the last ten years. She walked stiffly over to the next tank. Commander Barton’s body was still inside, while her pulse and respiratory indicators showed her to be dead. The other two tanks, which were reserved for the two men of the crew, also contained bodies with no detectable respiration or heartbeat. She was the only surviving member of her squad.

There were nearly a hundred squads of four in isolated control rooms like this. They were separated by several hundred miles. The rational behind this was that when the bombs started to fall at least one-third of the control rooms were expected to survive. After the nuclear winter had eliminated all human life the chosen ones would emerge from suspended animation and start over; at least those who survived would.

Her name was Jessica Martin, an architect, art historian, construction engineer and most important a fertile female. By her acceptance into the Savior’s program, she had agreed to become the mate of one of the members of her squad. He was a loathsome man with a genius level I.Q. This requirement had almost made Jessica reject the program’s offer, but she had wanted to survive the holocaust. It was almost a relief that his life support system had failed. Unfortunately, the only two other members of the Saviors program who could help her were also dead.

Fully awake now, Jessica started the preparations necessary for the next day’s trip to the rendezvous point. The radiation readings were high, but tolerable. The temperature outside was nearly eighty. This was better than expected for a Spring day in the southwest desert after several hundred cubic miles of dirt had been thrown in the air by nuclear explosions.

Actually, it was several hundred cubic kilometers. It had been agreed that the survivors would convert to metric now. Most of the scientists in the group had readily gone along with this since they were all used to the system. Her profession still worked in feet and inches. Adjusting wouldn’t be to difficult. If Jessica made a mistake in her conversions, who would care if she went a few kilometers-per-hour over the speed limit?

There was no one there to enforce it anyway.

After nearly eight hours of preparation, including a wide variety of tests for biological hazards, latent radiation, and chemical pollutants, she was ready to start her trip. Everything went smoothly. The canned water had not perished, the freeze dried food had not decomposed and the computer had kept the solar car’s batteries charged.

The only set back she had, aside from the death of her companions, was that the gun locker was buried under a huge concrete beam. Obviously, some kind of explosion had occurred near by and now she was going to have to enter the world above armed with only a tazer gun.

The tazer gun had been left in the glove compartment of her transportation, a solar car. This was because, like the solar car’s batteries, its charge had to be maintained for the ten years she had been in thermo freeze. For projectiles, the tazer fired two darts which struck an adversary and delivered a shock of twenty thousand volts through wires which attached to the gun. It only had a range of around three meters and only worked against one opponent.

These limitations did not really intimidate Jessica, since all animal life, including the human race, had been removed from the surface planet by an excessively large number of nuclear explosions. The only real danger would come from the few people, if any, who survived the holocaust by hibernating underground like she did.

She spent her last night on the couch of her thermo tank. This time she kept the lid up and relied on her body’s natural cycle of sleep to wake her up rather than the life support computer. The next morning she opened the two levels of outer doors and drove off using the battery power of her solar car. There would be enough light out to recharge the vehicle as she drove.

Although it was not as she expected, the outside world was peaceful. The mountain under which she had been buried was still dry and arid. It had remained nearly unchanged, the only noted difference being that the road north to Arrow Point was in poorer condition than it had been ten years ago. This was to be expected, given the untimely nuclear termination of the local highway department.

In every direction, the desert stretched, broken occasionally by a shriveled tree or cactus. It startled her that, no matter how sparse, plant life had survived even in a desert after a nuclear holocaust. Jessica was taken more aback by the vulture which circled overhead. Obviously, animal life had also survived.

She drove on over the pitted road, heading north. Life seemed in abundance compared to what she had expected. After two hours of driving she nearly ran over a snake sunning itself on the side of the road. After four hours she had seen a several small birds and one rat which reminded her of her now deceased potential mate. Traveling at twenty kilometers-an-hour, she was nearly a hundred kilometers from the control room when she came across the wreck.

It was a four wheel drive vehicle, only a scorched hulk by the side of the road with its two occupants burnt to a crisp inside. From the fresh smell of gasoline, it was obvious that the vehicle had not been there more than a few days. It appeared as though more than vultures, snakes and rats had survived the war.

Just after she passed the wreck she heard the motorcycles behind her. There were three men, all had shaved heads and wore leather jackets. Even at peak speed there was no way that Jessica could out run the bikes. She pulled over to the side of the road and waited for them to hopefully pass. They didn’t. Instead, they pulled slowly up behind her with wolfish grins on their faces. Even with her hair tied up, wearing a silver environment jumpsuit, she was obviously a woman.

The three men parked their bikes and dismounted a short distance away from where her vehicle was parked. Forming a skirmish line with cross bows leveled, they advanced towards her. She sat quietly in the driver’s seat. Maybe she had been speeding. Maybe someone did care.

What would she say? “Excuse me officer the nuclear holocaust knocked down all the speed limit signs. You know how these solar powered cars are they just drive so fast.”

Unfortunately, solar powered vehicles were about the slowest form of transportation around and besides, these men were obviously not police officers.

As they neared her she released the catch on the window and opened it. The lead man, who looked like a blind date she once had, licked his lips. She smiled, gave a flirtatious wave and shot him with the tazer gun. He let out a howl as twenty thousand volts immobilized him.

Jessica drove off, leaving the other two men staring at her in amazement. If only they stayed that way. In her rear view mirror she could see the lead man stagger to his feet. That wasn’t possible, the tazer gun was guaranteed to immobilize an assailant for at least ten minutes. Now was not the time to think about getting a refund.

He screamed to his companions as he ran towards his bike. They caught up to her in no time. Keeping a safe distance the leader easily shot out one of her back tires with a pistol. The car careened out of control and slammed into a dune. Jessica’s head struck the windshield. In her daze she saw the three men run up to her vehicle. The driver’s side window was smashed with the butt of a rifle and she was dragged out without a fight.

Everything was blurry as she was thrown on her back. One man pinned her arms, the other her legs as the leader straddled her. He ripped open the front of her environment suit.

“No” she murmured, too dazed from her blow to the head to put up a fight. As the leader’s hands worked lower, she saw a fourth man running towards them.

With a terrifying speed, the new arrival struck the man holding her legs with the butt of his rifle. As the leader turned, he received a similar blow to the face and like his companion was put temporarily out of commission. The man holding her arms began to draw a pistol from his belt.

Before it left its holster, he was on the ground holding his crotch. Having been given a kick squarely in the genitals, he had no real alternative but to writhe in pain. Jessica’s savior was on him before he could recover.

There was a slight gurgling noise as the throat of this assailant was cut. Without wasting any time, the throats of the other two men were also slit, this insured that they were both permanently out of commission.

Her knight in shiny armour turned out to be a knight in black leather. Looking up from his knee high boots to his nearly military haircut, she saw he was a veritable arsenal. With a knife strapped to his right leg, a pistol slung low to his hip and a bandoleer of ammunition over one shoulder, he was both handsome and threatening. He was around 5’10” with sandy blonde hair, broad shoulders and a slim waist. The desert had hardened him; this only added to his good looks and ferocity.

As he eyed her carefully, Jessica realized that her breasts were hanging out of her torn jumpsuit. She pulled it over them and fixed her bra.

“You aren’t going to rape me?” she asked. Walking towards his car, he shook his head.

Jessica received conflicting feelings of relief and disappointment as the stranger walked towards his car.

It was a black Rally Sport, Camaro, 1973 if Jessica’s guess was right. Before the war she had dated a man obsessed with cars. Actually obsessed was a mild term for his addiction and subsequent boring monologues on such exciting topics as the improved carburetor intake valves in the 73 versus the 74 Camaro. Maybe the nuclear holocaust had been a good thing.

Her savior started his car’s engine and drove it next to the bikes. With a piece of plastic hose he started to siphon the fuel from the motorcycle closest to his car. Once the siphoning process was started he walked back towards her.

Jessica stood up, running her fingers through her hair, which now hung loosely about her shoulders, she tried to compose herself.

“I’d like to thank you. My name is Jessica Martin.” she said extending her hand. He looked up momentarily and began to search the former owners of the motorcycles.

He removed a variety of weapons and tools from each of them. Adding to Jessica’s opinion that here was a man of fine breeding, he removed the leader’s boots which looked to be in better shape than his own. This made Jessica’s stomach turn; her hero was nothing more than a grave robber.

After depositing his loot in his car and starting the siphoning process on another motorcycle, he walked towards Jessica’s vehicle. With a wrench in one hand, he began sizing up the vehicle.

“Excuse me” Jessica stammered, “That’s my car and I would like to keep it in one piece.” At her request he walked back towards his car and began taking selected parts off one motorcycle.

In disgust Jessica walked to her car. It appeared to be hopelessly stuck in the dune. Its motor refused to engage, probably because most of the battery cells had been destroyed when she crashed. She picked up her food and what gear she could carry and walked towards the Camaro. The third motorcycle was now being siphoned and another bike was being stripped of useful parts.

“Excuse me”, she said “could you possible give me a ride north.”

“No” was the first word he spoke to her.

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t care” he replied as the flow of liquid began to dwindle from the siphoning hose.

“You bastard! The only reason you saved me was so that you could get more fuel for your car.” Jessica was angry, she had been used.

“No, the only reason why I saved you was that there are now three less skags in the valley to give me trouble!”

Jessica’s anger calmed. “Take me with you.”

“No”

“Why?”

“I already have one too many mouths to feed.”
“I have food.”

“Nope.”

In desperation and with a bit of desire, she added, “I’ll sleep with you.”

He stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against him. She could feel his leather jacket press against her breast. His kiss was fierce but cold. Despite this it sent shivers through her entire body.

One top of the indignity of the forced kiss he added, “If I wanted to sleep with you I would take you now. You are not my responsibility.”

She was angry, she had been rejected. There was a first time for everything.

Jessica thought for a moment.

“I can give you fuel, food and weapons if you can get me up to Arrow Point in the north.”

His eyes lit up as Jessica continued, “I’m from a group called the Saviors. We were placed in cryogenic freeze before the war. After ten years the thermo units were set to wake us up. We are all supposed to rendezvous at Arrow Point. We have supplies and the technological know-how to start over.”

“Then, why are you alone?” he demanded.

“My companions’ thermo units failed somehow. I was the only survivor from my group. There were nearly a hundred other groups. Those who survived are heading towards Arrow Point”.

She batted her eyelashes and tried to look as helpless as possible. Jessica leaned forward slightly so that her ripped jumpsuit would show off her breast. After all, this man was her one chance at survival in this savage world.

The man leaned against his car contemplating the offer. Eyeing the dwindling flow from the siphoning hose, he said “Alright, but on my terms.”

Jessica smiled; she still had a touch with men. She had coaxed him into taking her along. Fifteen minutes later Jessica and the stranger were traveling north. Strapped into the passenger’s seat, she had both hands chained at her sides. No matter how much she protested, he refused to have it any other way.

When he said “My terms”, he meant it. The wind blew her jumpsuit open as they drove. It was no longer necessary for her to lean forward in order to give him a view of her breasts. He could just look over at her, chained on his terms and see what ever he wanted. Contrary to what she desired and expected, he never took his eyes off the road.

He introduced himself as Jason, no last name, just Jason. Obviously, he trusted no one. In his brief monologue, Jason told her that the valley was ruled, for the most part, by a biker called The King. This biker leader had several dozen men under him who scavenged off the surrounding land and sought to remove all undesirables from the area. They wanted total control of the valley, while the undesirables, like Jason, sought to survive by scavenging off the scavengers.

The main difficulty in heading north is that they would have to cross the river. This meant either leaving the car and swimming across the cesspool of a river, or driving across the bridge. Although the bridge was heavily guarded, abandoning the car was not an alternative. Crossing the river was the only way to drive out of the valley and therefore the only means of accomplishing this was being protected. That way the King could keep his own and me from deserting and men like Jason from getting into the outside world. More importantly, the bridge served to keep Jason’s car in the valley; it was the most valuable item around, next to Jessica.

The roads were in fair shape as they drove. Jason’s skill at driving made them seem in better shape then they actually were. His car made better time than the solar power car had. On the back seat were the two battery cells which had survived the crash of the solar car. This and some food was all that Jason determined was salvageable from the solar car, besides Jessica.

As they drove he rested his hand on the shift. Confined by the chain attached to her left wrist, Jessica could just barely brush her finger tips against his hand. She did so as they drove, because she longed for his attention and desired to please him. After all, he had saved her life. He seemed not to notice. Giving in to instinct, he let his hand wander and touch the side of her left breast. Her gasp of pleasure awoke Jason from his trance. Quickly, he withdrew his hand, making it a point not to let it rest on the stick shift anymore. Jessica wondered why he didn’t find her desirable.

They stopped several miles from the bridge and pulled off behind a ridge. Jason wanted to attempt the crossing at night, so there was nothing left to do but wait out the rest of the day. Unlocking her hands, he placed a chain around her neck. The other end of the new chain was locked to a convenient log. Jessica sat obediently at the base of the log while Jason lit a small fire and opened a can of food for dinner. She had no choice, the chain around her neck kept her from running away and as an extra precaution he had tied her hands behind her back.

As Jason heated the can over the flames, Jessica felt the gnawing of hunger pangs. Dinner was only beef stew, but it smelt wonderful. Jessica hadn’t eaten all day and before that, not for ten years.

After it reached the desired temperature, Jason placed the contents of the can on a plate and began to devour it.

“What about me?” Jessica asked. This brought a smile to Jason’s face as he replied by reaching over and striking her across the face.

Following this momentary distraction, he took a long swig from his canteen and resumed eating.

When he had finished nearly everything on his plate he slid it over to Jessica. She looked up at him despising everything he stood for. Starving, hands tied behind her back, she had no choice but to lick what remained of dinner off the plate. Maintaining her strength was more important than saving face. Once they reached Arrow Point he would pay. Surely, the Saviors wouldn’t want such a man in their midst, nor would they allow him to exist in the new world they would create.

Having finished what remained on the plate, Jessica lay her head down on the log, hoping that she would sleep. This was a difficult task because she did not find herself tired, rather she was strangely aroused. After ten years in thermo freeze this was to be expected. It had nothing to do with her traveling companion, the way he treated her or the way her fed her dinner. Although the only man around was a barbarian, she couldn’t help but fantasize that he would extract some kind of payment from her as they traveled north. With these thoughts she drifted into sleep.

Jason nudged her with his boot. Jessica stirred and kissed his foot as she slept. He nudged her a second time and she awoke as she prepared to kiss his foot again. Jessica had dreamt he had torn away her foolish silver environment suit and instead had given her several skimpy pieces of fur to wear. Before she was allowed to accompany him to the north she was told she must kiss his boots. She did so willingly, only to wake and discover it had been a dream.

Night having fallen, he unchained her neck, allowing her to rise to her feet. Leading her to the car, he chained her to the floor of the back seat.

“Why can’t I sit in the front seat?” she demanded.

Jason smiled, “If there is trouble, I don’t want my cargo damaged.”

“You bastard” she spat.

Jessica’s position did not provide her with a good view of the events which transpired. From where she lay, it was obvious that Jason was driving at a high speed towards the bridge. There was no light on dash board and therefore she assumed he was driving without head lights. The ride was surprisingly smooth despite the adverse conditions under which they traveled.

Once again she was impressed at his ability to drive. This time the conditions were even worse, it was at night, without headlights, on roads which had not been repaired in ten years. He truly was a rare breed of man; she would make him pay for his arrogance.

The car accelerated suddenly. Jessica assumed that they had reached the bridge. Bending her body upward she could see Jason with one hand on the wheel and the other holding a pistol. The barrel was pointed out the window. Firing several shots, he cut the wheel sharply as if to avoid something.

Thrown back on the floor by the sudden maneuver, Jessica let out a scream as the windshield shattered spraying glass in all directions. Even where she lay, shielded by the front seats, she was showered by flying pieces of glass. As something large bounced off the hood of the car, it did not waver from its course for a moment. Obviously, some ‘skag’ had gotten in Jason’s way. The car roared on steadily and Jessica realized that they had reached safety.

After a seemingly endless amount off time Jason pulled over. Lifting her carefully from the back seat, he asked if she was all right. Jessica nodded, having been taken aback by his sudden change in attitude. He had been so tender carrying her from the back seat and seemed to caress her as he dusted the pieces of glass from the outside of her jumpsuit.


Jason’s face was covered with blood. This didn’t seem to bother him and Jessica knew enough first aid to realize that even the smallest facial wound bleeds torrents. Jessica felt a tinge of sadness as he removed the neck chain and untied her hands.

“Take off your clothes.” he said as he removed his jacket.

Jessica juiced in anticipation. He brushed the glass off his shirt and shook his jacket out. Instead of throwing her on her back and using her, he placed his jacket around her and shook the glass out of her jump suit.

Ignoring her, he made sure there was no glass left in her jump suit. The only passion he could muster was a look minor look of disdain for her foolish choice of attire in a post nuclear world. Jessica could only glare at him. She had been rejected again. With her standing there in only her skimpy undergarments, how could he be immune to her beauty?

She took off his jacket and her bra exposing her breasts to him. Her nipples were erect with desire but all Jason could muster was a perplexed look. Jessica removed her lacy bra and brought it to her mouth in order to moisten it.

“Its cotton” she said “It is the only thing I have that will clean up the blood properly.”

This obviously did not include the first aid kit which sat idly in her pack on the back seat.

Leaning forward she brought her left breast within inches of his mouth as she wiped the blood from his face. For a moment his whole body tightened. Almost immediately, Jason regained his composure as Jessica felt his body relax again. Either he was gay or he had tremendous self control. Jessica deliberately poked the cut on his forehead in a feigned attempt to clean it. He didn’t flinch, although she knew it must have hurt.

Rejected, she stormed back to the car and got the first aide kit. Walking back towards Jason she started to cry.

“You faggot!” she screamed, throwing the kit at him.

Easily ducking the projectile, he walked towards her. Jessica longed and expected to be struck. Instead he stood there and for the first time appeared to be unsure of what to do.

Still sobbing she cried, “You don’t love me. You don’t find me attractive.”

Jason took a step backwards, taken aback as her tears turned quickly into anger. Lunging forward, her nails dug into his exposed shoulders. Grabbing her arms, he forced her to the ground. Once he was occupied with her razor sharp finger nails, Jessica brought her head up and sunk her teeth into his shoulder.

“You bitch” he grunted, striking her across the face with the back of his hand.

Reeling from the blow, she fell back to the ground. He dove on top of her as she brought her knee up to greet him. Twisting his hips to the side he took the potentially fatal blow on his right thigh. One hand grabbed both her wrists while the other tore her panties off. Having removed the final obstacle from her body, Jason opened his pants. Jessica’s hands were held over her head, she was helpless. He penetrated her thrusting into her fiercely. Each blow brought him closer and closer to ecstasy.

Finally, he exploded inside her with one last powerful thrust. Lying there, Jessica realized that she had been used; forced against her will to give him pleasure; after all she was only a woman.

Jessica lay blissfully, in his arms. After a while, she crawled away for a moment to where he discarded her neck chain. With the chain dangling between her red lips, she crawled humbly back to him. Jason smiled as he put the chain around her neck, fastening the other side somewhere underneath the car.

He wrapped one arm around Jessica and clutched he long silky hair with his free hand.

“Listen to me,” he said… “I already lost someone special in this bitch of a world. I’m not planning on loosing you. Do it my way, on my terms and we will survive.”

“Yes, master” she replied as a tear of joy fell from her eye.

Jessica hoped she would make him happy. He loved her and had opened up to her by letting her into his life. By overcoming his loss and loving her, Jessica was left with no choice but to reciprocate his feelings by becoming his slave.

The next morning Jessica woke to find a plate with the remainder of breakfast on it. Without using her hands she ate it.

Jason was busy in the car. He had removed the shattered windshield and was doing something behind the front seats. Removing the chain from where it was fastened underneath the car he pulled Jessica to her feet.

“I made something for you.” he said.

The floor behind the front seats was covered with several blankets and a piece of small fur. There was also a pillow there.

“It is your slave nest. We don’t want your beauty to attract undesired attention and we wouldn’t want you hurt.”

“Yes, master,” she replied.

“By the way,” he added, “I want you to use that piece of fur to make yourself a more suitable outfit.” She nodded.

“Also, I also don’t feel it would be in my, I mean our best interest to head towards Arrow Point right now. I think the `perfect’ society would be too restrictive.”

Kissing her he added, “I have everything I could possibly want right now.”

“Yes, master!” she cried giving him a kiss. “I will make an outfit which I hope you will find pleasing.”

“I find the one you are wearing now quite pleasing.”

With that he placed her on all fours and took advantage of her lack of attire.

“Yes, master!” she cried.

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Brandy was 10 years his junior, gorgeous inside and out and Stan felt more than lucky to have won her heart. Still rather inexperienced in the ways of love, the only hurdle they had to get over was bringing lovely Brandy out of her shell.

So far, it had been slow progress at best but he knew they had the rest of their lives to work on it and so he continued to look at the challenge with an open mind and a joyful heart. Each time Brandy got up the courage to try something new with him it got better and better so who was he to complain?

“Brandy?” he called out as he put his paper and briefcase down.

“Yes?” came the seductive reply.

He whirled around to find her moving about their living room, lighting candles that she had placed on every available spot. Oddly, she was wearing a long coat and for the life of him, he had no idea what was going on. She walked to the CD player, pressed play and the rhythmic beat of a popular club tune filled the room.

“Brandy?”

Turning around and facing him, she threw off her coat and asked him a question he never thought he’d hear coming from her sweet lips.

“Ever have a lap dance?”

His eyes nearly fell out their sockets, as she removed the too large overcoat, tossing it to the floor and revealing the sexiest outfit he’d ever seen.

He was instantly hard.

She wore 4-inch black stiletto heels that accentuated her shapely body.

The shortest pair of hot pants he had ever seen did little to cover her perfectly rounded bottom, her ass cheeks separated and defined by the tight material as she danced around in a seductive little circle for his pleasure.

Her long shapely legs appeared even more delectable by the thigh high stockings clinging to her silky flesh.

“Oh God,” he said quietly as she bent at the waste shaking that firm bottom back and forth like the worst type of seductress. Only this seductress wasn’t one he had to admire from afar and never get to touch… this seductress was his.

The bra she wore pushed her breasts up and out so far he could just make out the pink that surrounded her nipples. Her ensemble was the sexiest shade of wine, deep and rich, matching perfectly the sultry tones of the too-dark lipstick that painted her full lips. The color proved a disarmingly lovely contrast to the natural silver blondeness of her hair, and he was breathless as he took in her beauty.

She danced for him, her jewel-like eyes shining brighter and brighter as her face reddened with desire and exertion. Her pretty belly button was surrounded by what he knew must be a temporary tattoo in the shape of the sun, the wavy little rays of which seemed to call out to him, further igniting and teasing his senses. She looked incredible.

He walked slowly to the couch and took a seat, still in stunned disbelief that the seductress dancing for him was his shy Brandy.

Brandy danced closer to him, the look on her face one of pure lust.

She straddled his lap now, grinding and gyrating above him, but not touching his body with hers just yet. He wanted to rectify that little problem right now, pull her too him, but this was just too good to rush.

His angelic Brandy playing the seductress and doing a fantastic job was the last thing he had expected tonight and his cock throbbed painfully with anticipation. Her hair whipped around her face, clinging to it in various places as sweat began to cover her exquisite body. He was sweating too, and he had barely moved a muscle.

She stared down at him, pleased with the lust-addled look on his beloved face. Did he know how sexy he was to her? Had she shown him properly all the things he made her feel? Lord, she thought to herself, I would dance a million dances for him, if only he’d keep looking at me that way.

She moved closer to him now, lowering her hips, teasing the outline of his hard cock with her silk covered pussy. She ground against the very tip of him causing him to moan and grab her hips. Her own arousal flared as his cock gently brushed against her now pulsing clit.

Her head fell back as the music became part of her, inciting her to gyrate harder and faster against him, setting them both on fire as their bodies bumped against one another’s so intimately.

Stan’s passion was rising out of control. He pressed his lips between her breasts and his hands to the curve at the small of her back. Her hands came up and around to encircle his head, her fingers getting lost in the course thickness of the dark hair she loved so much.

“Uunnhh” she heard him grunt, his breaths coming so hard and heavy, they rose above the loud pulsing of the music. Pulling his head up, she seized his mouth, thrusting her tongue deep inside, swirling it against his with untamable desire.

That was it. He brought her down to the couch roughly, still kissing her like mad. She spread her legs and he fell to his knees on the floor between them. Not wasting one second he grabbed her tiny shorts and with no finesse at all, pulled them up and off her sexy legs, tossing them behind him. His hands flew to his zipper and releasing his cock, he buried it hard and swift, inside her.

“Oh fuck… ” she cried and his amazement grew, for his demure Brandy never said that word and suddenly he felt wild as he pumped away inside her, holding her hips steady to receive his powerful thrusts.

Pulling her closer to the edge of the couch, he went in for a second attack on her sweet depths, sliding in just a little bit deeper, deep enough to make her cry out, her mouth falling open with pleasure, her tongue darting out to taste the drops of sweat as they fell from his face down onto hers.

“Oh fuck me, yeah… fuck me Stan, please… ”

Grunting and thrusting, his fingers tightly ensconced in her soft flesh, he granted her wish, feeling the tiny flutters of her orgasm begin as he pumped harder. A long, keening moan of rapture erupted from her luscious lips and her eyes rolled back in her head.

A new flood of wetness drenched his cock as she shuddered in ecstasy, the walls of her sex tightening around him, sending him over the edge into one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

Falling on top of her, he continued thrusting and panting as he emptied himself inside her sweet body, his heart pounding as if it wanted to break free from his rib cage.

“Stan, oh God, Stan!” she cried, clutching at him.

“Oh… my… God…” he whispered raggedly, barely able to catch a breath and then suddenly they were both laughing hysterically, the sweet release they had just experienced leaving them giddy.

Brandy buried her face in his neck as uncontrollable laughter shook their bodies.

“Oh God, are you trying to kill me, woman?” he asked, bursting yet again into raucous laughter. She laughed with him, so happy that she had pleased him so well and so thoroughly.

“Where did that come from?” he asked now as he stroked her lovely face, pushing strands of damp hair away.

“It came from here,” she said as she pointed to her heart. “And here,” she teased as her hand strayed down to her moist pussy lips, dipping her fingers inside herself before bringing those fingers up to her mouth and sucking them clean.

His eyes widened again. It seemed his little Brandy was indeed, coming out of her shell.

“And guess what else I have in store for you?”

Between the low light of the burning candles and the lust she was feeling, Brandy’s eyes were almost fully dilated leaving nothing but the tiniest ring of ice blue to mesmerize him, the sight one he knew he would never forget.

She made a point of whispering her plans for him directly into his ear, as if her intentions were far too naughty to be spoken aloud.

They were… and he smiled.

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She didn’t know why he made her do this, but every week she did it. Their car was pulling into a large, circular driveway, and she gazed out at the rolling expanses of lawn surrounding the stately home. Her husband was silent, as he always was on this drive. She didn’t know who the man was that lived here, or what sort of hold he had over her husband. It dawned on her that she didn’t even know the man’s name.

To her it was just ‘Sir’.

She was twenty-three years old, and they had been married for a year. She was a striking woman: 5’4″ tall, short-cropped brown hair and bright green eyes. Her firm, 38D breasts thrust out from her chest above a tight, narrow waist. Her skin was alabaster white, and her large brown nipples made a striking contrast against her white body. She had no pubic hair. Her husband paid to have her waxed; he thought she looked more naked that way.

They had been involved in a d/s relationship from the beginning. The first time she had been tied up and spanked, she loved it. Their bondage and discipline scenes had progressed a long way since that time, and even though he sometimes truly hurt her, she loved submitting to him, and she loved the intensity of the sex that followed. He, on the other hand, loved to see the resulting marks on her white skin; proof of her submission to him.

Then, a month ago, he brought her here, with instructions to do exactly as she was told. That was all he said, he wouldn’t discuss it any further.

The sun was just disappearing behind the distant trees and she shivered. She wore a short, silk robe that came to mid thigh, tied around the waist and high heels. Nothing else. It was the way HE asked her to dress. They stopped in front of the brick walkway that led to the front door. She sat with her hands in her lap, staring straight ahead. He shut off the car. Leaning over to her, he kissed her on the cheek and told her,

“I will see you in one hour.”

She opened the door and got out. Her short robe opened in the slight breeze that she created as she walked, and her heels made a rhythmic clicking sound as she approached the front door. This was where she first began to feel the flush of shame on her cheeks. It always started here. The door opened as she approached it, and an older woman stepped back inside to let her enter, as she always did. She never knew who this woman was, the man’s wife perhaps; she was not dressed as a servant.

Now she followed the woman across a huge entryway, her heels clacking on the slate tiles. She always felt like a fool, standing there mostly naked, while the woman knocked on some massive oak doors. When the knock was acknowledged, the old woman simply opened the doors, let her pass, and closed them behind her; never once glancing at her, for which she was grateful.

The lighting in the room was dim, except for a bright light that shone down on a low oak table in the middle of the room.

“Ah, you’re here, very good.”

His voice came from behind a desk in the shadows, and he rose. As he came into the light she could see that he held a snifter of cognac or brandy in his hand.

?Let’s begin, shall we?” he asked, and now she saw him clearly.

Dressed in an elegant maroon robe with a black collar, his mane of wavy grey hair cascading over the back of the collar. He was, truly, a magnificent specimen of genteel manhood.

“Approach the table, please,” he said. She knew what to do. She walked forward until the table touched her at mid-thigh.

“And the robe, if you will,” he said, ever so gently.

She untied the short robe and let it slide from her shoulders to the floor. She stood, naked in her high heels, before this man, the burning of shame inflaming her cheeks again.

“Hands atop your head, please.”

She placed her palms flat on the top of her head, elbows out, and she stood quite still. He stood behind her and kept her like that for a full minute.

“Spread your legs,” he said. She spread her feet apart, her well-formed legs making a wide V. She felt the tip of a leather riding crop snake up the back of a thigh, and she shivered. She felt her nipples harden. The leather continued its trace up to her ass, gently circling the white globes, then down the back of the other thigh. He slowly tracked it up the insides of her thighs, and then softly stroked the length of her bare slit. Her breathing quickened slightly, and she could feel herself beginning to moisten.

“Bend, and spread your cheeks for me,” he said. She bent slightly at the waist. She could feel her face redden in shame, but she dropped her hands from her head, reached back and lewdly parted her ass cheeks

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Reasons Why Older Women Date Younger Men

Dating younger men may be a taboo for some. However, there are now lots of people that are going out with a milf date. If you are an older woman thinking about dating a younger man, I think that you should go for it. For one, age is just a number so it really shouldn’t matter. The important thing in a relationship is your feelings for each other. If you think about it, there is really nothing wrong with dating a younger guy. In addition to this, older women can even use their experience as an advantage in dating younger men. Here are some reasons why older women date younger men:

1. Older women can take the lead in a relationship.

It is a given that older people have more experience. Considering that you are more experienced than your partner, you can take the lead and do things your way. You will also be able to help him in life by offering him advice on what may or may not work for him. Taking the lead doesn’t necessarily mean that you’ll have control over his life and manipulate each and every single one of his actions. It just means that you lead him through life; guiding him and helping him in every step of his way.

2. You can teach him things.

Like what I have stated above, because of your experience you will know more than him. You can use this knowledge to help him deal with things that are troubling him. There are also things that schools do not teach; lessons that are learned by experiencing different things in life. This is where you come in and teach him.

3. Younger guys offer more when it comes to energy and enthusiasm.

Older women date younger men because they are like puppies (not in a bad way, of course). They have more energy and are always up for a good time. So if you are an older woman looking for a good time then dating a younger guy will be the best thing that you can do.

4. Younger men will be more loyal.

Older women date younger men because they are more loyal. This can be arguable for some people. But look at it this way; a young man won’t date an older woman just for the excitement. The reason why he is dating you is because there is something about you that he likes or he may feel more secured when he is with you. However, you should also consider that he may be just after your money.

5. Younger men won’t die sooner.

You might find this funny but this is true. When dating older men there is a chance that he will soon die. This is good if you are only after his money but if you are looking for a long lasting and fruitful relationship, this can be devastating. On the other hand, you wouldn’t have to worry about this if you are dating a younger man. In doing so, you also wouldn’t have to worry about being a widow if he is 20 or so years younger than you. Considering the fact that women die later than men, you should go for younger men.

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The Dos for Young Men Who Date Older Woman

It is relatively easy to date older woman or in fact, any woman. This is if you know what you are doing of course. One thing that you should remember in dating older women is that they will demand to be treated well. If you are unable to do this, they will be leaving you. This is different from the way younger girls treat younger men. It would be smart to know what you say and do when you date older woman. Be careful or you’ll mess things up. If you do things correctly, you will surely see that dating an older woman will be a fun and exciting experience. Here are the Dos for young men who date older woman:

1. Be confident.

No woman, regardless of age, wants to date a wimp that is severely lacking self-confidence. If you want to attract a woman, you must have an attitude of a real man. This is what an older woman expects from his guy. Older women will definitely be attracted to men that know what they want and gives it to them.

2. Be consistent.

Older women are more observant than younger women. They can tell if you’re lying or not so don’t even think about pretending to be someone or something that you are not. If you plan on doing so, make sure that you can keep at it at all times (which I doubt you can). To be on the safe side, just don’t think about pretending and be you instead.

3. Be honest.

Unlike younger women, older women can tell better if you are lying or not. In fact, older women are like human lie detectors. Older women are very understanding so if you think about it, you wouldn’t have to lie in the first place because they would understand. That is of course if you haven’t done something that is completely unforgivable like cheating on her. Remember that because she is much older than you, she will know if you are lying or not. She may have experienced that in the past and learned from it. If you want to date a girl that you can easily lie to, go for younger girls instead.

4. Respect her.

All women deserve to be respected; especially older women. It is very important for men who date older woman to give her the respect that she deserves. Also respect the fact that she has her own life. She will have friends and activities that she has been doing for ages. You shouldn’t try and take these away from her. Never change what she is. Unlike younger women, older women do not want to be dictated on what she has to do. If you want her to change her life and include you, you will have to wait as this takes time.

Lastly, when dating an older woman you should not be clingy. Relax and don’t get paranoid. If she doesn’t like you anymore and doesn’t want to have anything to do with you, she will tell you. This is one of the many differences between older and younger women. They will be straight forward so stop assuming things and just enjoy your moments.

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Advice for Younger Men Who Date Older Women

Men prefer dating cougars nowadays because they are more capable of relationships smoothly and they are more experienced when it comes to life. Older women, because of their age, are more mature and financially stable and independent. In addition to that, they are also good lovers. Although this might not be the main reason why younger men date older women, this can sometimes be a factor. Younger men have been attracted to older women for a while now. In the past, this idea is not so embraced by our society but today it isn’t such a big deal anymore.

Dating an older woman can be a nice and exciting experience even for those who haven’t tried dating older women yet. However, it is important for people who date older women to remember that there are good parts and bad parts in doing so.

One bad thing for younger men who date older women is that she has experience much in life and she will have many worries. Considering that she is older than you, she will most likely be in control of your relationship and would usually manipulate you. In addition to this, your friends will talk about you or maybe laugh on you for dating an older woman. If you think you can handle these then you’ll do just fine.

If you can manage to shove aside the bad parts in dating older women, you will see that there are lots of good things waiting for younger men who date older women. Older women know what they want and from whom. They are usually attracted to men that can communicate well with them and are more compatible with their lifestyle. Unlike younger women, they do not need a man to take care of them. What they need though is a man that can make them feel loved and appreciated. Older women are honest and straightforward with what they want. If you date an older woman, you will know right away where you stand with her.

If you are lucky enough to find an older woman and date her, do not mess up your chances. Here are some advices that you should consider:

  • Remember that she is dating you because she likes you. So instead of pretending to be someone else, be yourself and make her enjoy your company.
  • Go to a place that she has never been to. Taking her to a restaurant that she may have been to a hundred times already will give her the impression that you are just like the other men she has dated.
  • Offer her excitement and do not bore her. Provide her with something that men her age cannot. This includes things that are in and out of the bedroom; if you know what I mean.
  • Do not rush things. Just because she is older doesn’t mean that you should rush and talk about making a family and all. Remember that she may already have a family and may have bad experiences with them. You wouldn’t want to ruin everything by reminding her about that. Take things nice and slow; you’ll be glad you did.

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