Finishing Up: Chantal Part 3: Third Times the Charm

I know this serial story should be better titled, but onward.
Part 1 of Third Time's the Charm
Part 2 of Third Time's the Charm

Chantal sat up and slid off the bed at William's command. Master's command, she amended herself. She didn't think her legs would hold her up, but there she stood before him. She wanted to touch herself somewhere and end the fire.

He slapped her ass without warning. That pain jumped to the front of her brain. "You must always kneel before me." She wanted to protest that he didn't tell her that. She was sure that would earn her another slap, so she kept quiet. He must have guessed her thoughts as she hesitated, because he spanked her twice more. The pain spurred her into motion. She moved to her knees.

He slapped a breast instead. Pain surged through her body. "That was because I wanted to slut. You'll learn what I want in time." He pulled his belt from his pants. He held it in one hand as he pushed his pants down around his ankles. He slapped her breast again. "Open your mouth."

She opened and he guided his dick into her mouth. She sealed her mouth around him. "Good girl," he said. He grabbed the back of her hair and moved her mouth back and forth on his dick. He tested her by pressing and holding deep in her mouth. Each time a little deeper. Each time she fought and lost the gagging feeling his thrusting caused.

He didn't seem to care. He held her head still, his fingers pulling her hair painfully, while he thrust into her mouth. The pain was a welcome distraction from the gagging and the pain in her breasts. And then he pressed in deep one last time and held there. His spurt hit the back of her tongue. He pulled out a little. "Don't spit any out," he said, as a second spurt spilled inside.

Her tongue worked against him as she swallowed what he dripped inside. "Good girl," he said, stroking her hair gently.

The door opened. "Lila, right on time. I think the cum slut needs a glass of wine." Chantal watched them share a glance. He nodded. "You may have a taste."

Lila kneeled beside Chantal. She cradled Chantal's head gently and kissed her. Lila's tongue begged entrance to her mouth and Chantal gave in. Mistress's tongue explored every crevice of Chantal's mouth. Then she pulled back and stood up. A moment later she was holding a glass of wine to Chantal's mouth. Chantal grabbed the glass and emptied it.

"Don't enjoy my vintage of wine?" William asked. He sounded amused.

"Just thirsty Sir," Chantal replied.

"Crawl back to the bed and lay face down."

She winced as she crawled to the bed. She climbed up onto the bed and eased herself down on her front. Her nipples compressed painfully between her body and the bed was enough to make her whimper. She didn't have long to dwell on it, because his belt came down against her ass.

"A reward for doing a good job with the cock sucking."

A reward? her brain protested. Slap!

"Count to ten."

She counted each blow as it came down on her. And then it was over. She realized that tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Have you had enough?" he asked.

A second before she thought she'd had.

"If you have, you can go and we'll never see you again. It'll be over. Just a bad dream."

She leveraged herself up. "No. I don't want to go."

"Ask me for more."

"Please can I have some more."

"More what?"

"Please can I have some more pain. More pleasure."

"Would you like ten more?"

"If you wish Sir."

"Not now, Slave. Later." He rubbed his hand over her ass. She gasped. "I'm glad you want more. There's so much more I want to show you. It is very late. Or early."

"It is Sir. Do you wish to sleep?"

"Almost. A few more things. Push your knees up under yourself, ass in the air." Chantal assumed the described position. "Have you ever had a butt plug in?"

"Yes. A few times."

"The larger size please, Lila."

Chantal wanted to look what size they planned to use. She didn't dare move. It wasn't too large, she thought as she felt it pressing into her asshole. He pushed it in and Chantal wiggled with pleasure at the familiar stretching.

"To show you how kind I am to my slaves, I will let you pleasure your mistress. Poor Lila has been watching without pleasure all night."

"Thank you Sir," Lila said.

"Go lay on the bed, slut." Within seconds Lila was laying on the bed next to Chantal. She noticed Mistress was wearing nipple clamps as well.

"Slave, you may use your mouth only."

Chantal moved between Lila's legs. She used her tongue to part Lila's bare slit. Lila's cunt was sopping wet. Chantal wondered if it was becuase William had touched her or just from watching Chantal's tortorous pleasure.

Chantal lapped up mistress's erotic juices. Then she played with the woman's clit.

Lila was moaning and twisting her hips. Chantal felt her own cunt flood again at Lila's desire. She pressed her thighs togehter and rubbed them back and forth.

A slap made her stop. "Spread your legs, Slave." Chantal spread her legs again. The vibrator, a little buzz than before, pressed against her clit. "Whoever holds out the longest to come sleeps on the bed."

Chantal concentrated on Lila's clit. She sucked and nibbled and licked. If she could use her fingers to thrust inside Mistress, it would be easier. Faster.

Master wiggled the plug inside Chantal ass. The vibrator turned up. She didn't have time to protest fairness of his actions. She had to make Lila come. The wiggling stopped, instead, he thrust three fingers inside of her. She bucked her hips against them, fucking his fingers. And then she felt the pleasure overcoming everything else as she climaxed.

"Whenever you wish, Lila. She's come now."

And before Chantal could register her defeat, Lila was coming. Liquid squirted from her body onto Chantal's face. Chantal lapped up as much of it as she could, lest she catch shit for missing it.

"Sit up Slave." Chantal sat back on her heels. "Oh, she ejaculated all over you. A nice talent of hers."

Chantal nodded. William tossed her a towel and she wiped her face. "Thank you Sir," Chantal mimicked Lila.

"I made up the bed on the floor."

"Thank you Sir," she repeated. "May I ask something?"

"Yes."

"Am I sleep with the clamps and plug?"

"Yes, you are, Slave. And your hands tied in case you want to touch yourself. You aren't satisfied yet are you?"

Chantal blushed as she stared at the floor. "Not yet."

"Eyes always looking at me, Slave."

Chantal lifted her gaze to him.

"Lila are you alright?"

"Yes. Just dreamy. And happy I get to sleep on the bed tonight, Sir."

"I knew you'd last until I gave you permission."

Lila smiled up at him.

"You may go relieve yourself, Slave. Lila will change the sheets since she made the mess."

Chantal went to the bathroom quickly. When she returned she helped Lila finish the bed change.

William bound her hands to her sides. "Keeps your hands from straying until I trust you. Tonight the temptation will be too great."

He was right about that. But she didn't say it aloud. When she was bound, he helped her to a prone position. He kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you are going to stay. You are proving to be a good Slave."

"Thank you Sir." The lights went off. "You may lay down in the bed," Master said to Lila.

Despite her exhaustion, it was a long time before Chantal fell asleep.

Chantal Part 3: Lila's Turn on Top

Contination from Third Time's the Charm


Lila lowered her onto the bed. "Shall I undress her?"

"Get the wine first. In the ice bucket."

Chantal was drifting in bliss and denied frustration. Her gaze was on the canopy above the bed but her attention was held deep within her body. Lila was loathe to leave her in such a state.

Leaving William alone with her. To do what he wanted without Lila witnessing. The first times with a new slave were like magic. Watching as Master tested their limits, showed them just what they could handle.

At first he would give them what they begged for. Slowly, he would start denying them and demanding silence as he flogged them or fucked them. His choice of weapon depended on his mood.

He would rather use force tonight, she mused as she went down to the kitchen. His house was very beautiful. The housekeeper kept it immaculately clean during the day. And in the evening Lila was tasked with servitude. Both menial and sexual.

He would rather use force tonight, but he would refrain. Chantal wasn't ready for it yet. She hadn't learned to deny her pleasure. She would be well versed before the night was out.

Lila smiled as she filled the ice bucket. She placed a piece on her tongue just before she stuck the wine bottle in. The glasses were already in the room. She tucked the bucket under her left arm and grabbed a bowl of fruit with her right hand.

She returned with haste to the bedroom, anxious to find out if Master had Chantal naked now. Or if he had found some other form of torture.

With deep interest she opened the door to the dimly lit room.

He was hovered over the bed, over Chantal's limp form. Lila resisted the urge to rush to his side, to see what he was doing to her new find. She felt a certain protectiveness over Chantal that she'd never felt for the others.

Perhaps it was the vulnerability she had been feeling when she met Chantal. She had been ready to leave William because she felt she was no longer a good submissive to him. Their last girl had been with them too long and Lila had gotten too used to be dominate.

It had taken Chantal to show that she could be submissive. And she would learn to be a sub and a dom this time. She wanted to make Chantal stay. Along with being attracted to Chantal she also genuinely liked the girl. Despite her willfulness, she would make a great slave. The best slaves were willful.

Lila slid the contents of her hands onto the side table. "Would you like a glass of wine Sir?"

"Yes. I will have a half glass while you undress the Slave." He tossed something on the bed. "Then dress her in those."

Lila poured him a glass and then hurried to the bedside. "May I kiss her first?" Her desire for a taste of Chantal was overwhelming at this range.

"Yes."

Lila smiled and bent her head to Chantal. She pressed her lips to Chantal's. The girl reacted with pressure of her own. Both their lips parted and Lila dipped her tongue in, tentative at first, then sweeping, demanding.

"That's enough," Master said from across the room. He sounded disinterested in the scene. But Lila knew she was about to take things further than just a kiss in a moment more.

Lila pulled back and wiped her lips. She felt some of Chantal's keyed up, nervous energy. The burning between her legs making the slave girl ready to beg for release. She wouldn't; she wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction. She would want to show her will, her strength.

Lila helped her sit up. She unzipped the back of her dress and shimmied it off her shoulders. It was the same dress Chantal had been wearing the night the two women had met. Chantal helped take it off.

"Lay down and close your eyes." Lila whispered, tossing the dress aside. She touched the chained clamps that lay beside Chantal on the bed. They were cold. She closed her palms around them, wishing she could warm them first.

"Why?" Chantal asked.

"Because I said," Lila hissed. "Don't question your Mistress" SHe would have given a quick slap but Master hadn't given her leave to do so.

"Sorry," Chantal mumbled, dropping her gaze.

"Eyes up slave." They would stop using her name until she was full submitted to them.

Chantal lifted her eyes to meet Lila's. "Better. Now close your damn eyes. And concentrate on your breathing."

Once her eyes were closed, Lila picked up the clamp. She pinched a nipple until it hardened slightly. Then she latched the clamp onto it.

Chantal's eyes flew open, her hand flew to her breast and she let out a cry. "Ow, what the fuck."

"Tonight you start to make pain mean pleasure and pleasure mean pain." It sounded cliche, Lila thought. But, as she thought about how she looked forward to pain as well as the pleasure, she wanted Chantal to feel the same.

Lila pushed Chantal's hands away. "I told you to focus on your breathing." In sympathy Lila winced when she clamped the second nipple.

Master's arms came around Lila. He rubbed her breasts through her shirt. "Watching her squirm turns you on," he said.

"You know how pain excites me. And I can't wait to see her come over it. Through it."

Master chuckled. "You want to make her come."

"Of course." Lila lowered her gaze, but he grabbed her chin and lifted it.

"Perhaps later, my little pain slut. Right now, remove your shirt and clamp yourself. While I start with our little slave." He pulled something from his pocket and sat on the bed next to Chantal.

Lila went to the toy drawer and found a second set of nipple clamps. She unbuttoned her shirt and set it aside on a chair. She rubbed and pinched her nipples, readying them. Her breath hissed when she snapped the clamps on. Fluid flooded her pussy.

As she moved toward the bed, she heard a low buzzing. She stopped when her thigh touched William's knee. She resisted the urge to rub herself against him. She forced her concentration on what he was doing to Slave.

She was trembling. Her lips were moving wordlessly. Lila smiled, her eyes travelling to Master's hand pressed between her legs. He was pressing a vibrator against her clit. The girl must be in agony, waiting to come, but struggling because of the distraction of pain.

Lila wouldn't be so distracted. She would have come twice by now. The picture before her left her pussy sopping. "Stop rubbing against me Lila."

She realized she was all but humping his leg. She lowered her head again. "Sorry Sir."

He tugged on her nipple clamp. "See that you control yourself."

"Yes Sir. It won't happen again."

He bent over Chantal and removed one of the clamps. He sucked the nipple into his mouth. The gentle touch pushed her over the edge and she bucked violently as she came. When she stilled, he withdrew his mouth and the vibe. He replaced the clamp.

"Do you feel better Slave?" he asked.

Chantal shook her head. "I don't know. My nipples feel like they are on fire and my pussy just wants to come over and over."

"You will," he smiled menacingly. She would come until she felt she was coming apart at the seams.

"May I go pee Sir?" Lila asked.

"Yes, but don't even wipe yourself Lila. You may not touch yourself outside my presence tonight."

Lila nodded. "Yes Sir." She headed for the door. Just before she slipped out, she heard Master say, "Off the bed Slave."

Beauty and the Beast (abandoned)

I wasn't going to share this because I was a little embarrassed at it's brutality and how it turned me on. Partly from reading Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty, which I was disappointed in. Far too little humiliation and sex. Anyway, here it is.

The prince is cursed not to leave his castle until he can tame one Beauty into submission for only him. So he sends for whores from the nearby towns, all of whom are willing to do whatever he wants. Until Belle arrives on the scene...


"Dress her for a meal," Beast commanded his servant.

Belle shook her head. "I won't eat with you."

"You will. And you will dress as I command you." Two female servants followed her into the room he’d designated as hers.

"Are you sure you should start tonight?" his trusted valet said.

"She is the first visitor since winter. And she has been only contrary to me." There was a slight thrill of the challenge, but also anxiety that she may not be broken easily.

"And there isn't much time left."

No, there wasn't much time left. He didn't really want to think about it any longer. "Yes tonight we must begin. She cannot be given time to know any other part of me. Only that I am dominating."

"His Highness is correct. As always."

See, there it was. Differing to him without questioning. His task was to take one whose spirit disagreed with him and make her submit to him. Fully. A curse cast upon him by one who saw everyone deferred to him without question. Part of the curse was that he could not leave his castle and if he did not fulfill the curse by his 21st birthday, he would never leave again.

"Yes, I am correct." Hellfire, it was annoying to always be reminded of that. "Go and make sure supper is being made properly."

"Yes Sire." His valet bowed and exited. Beast retired to his own room to ready himself for the meal.


Belle was dressed for supper by two servants. Or undressed. They took her clothes, which were dirty anyway. She was bathed and dried and then made up.

Her eyes were lined with black, her lips and breasts tinged with rouge. The hair between her legs was trimmed and groomed. "Naked? He wants to eat with me naked?"

"Those were his instructions," the taller servant said.

"He said that if you don't come down, he will come and throw you over his shoulder."

"I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I will eat naked with him and he can touch me again if he chooses, and I'll show him it won't affect me."

The servants shared a look, but said nothing. Belle tossed her hair over squared shoulder and raised her chin a little. She would endure this until her Madam could find her again.

She followed the servants downstairs, ignoring the inquiring eyes. Admiring eyes.

She stood in the doorway of the great dining room. It was once host to grand dinner parties. People didn't come to the castle any more.

"Ah, the Belle Dame comes to serve."

Serve? That got a look. She met his eyes.

"You thought to eat with me. You are but a whore. Aren't you used to serving men?"

She raised her chin again. "Yes, Sire, most of my life has been to serve men between my legs."

"You will not serve me between your legs. You will serve me as I wish. And I will touch you, bring pleasure to you, but I will not place my cock between your legs until I'm convinced it's what you want. Until you beg me."

His voice was low and almost threatening. And at the same time, it thrilled her deep inside. He could bring her great pleasure and she to him. If that is what she wanted to do.

"You are used to having women beg to have you between their legs, Sire." She spat out his title.

"You are used to men wanting to be between yours," he retorted. He turned his gaze to a butler standing near the table.

SERVING SUPPER AND EATING ON THE FLOOR?

He slipped a collar around her neck. She realized it was attached to a lead. He stood and pulled her down a hallway. She didn't have time to get to her feet so she crawled after him.

They stopped in a new room filled with a bed, a lounge, chains hung from the ceiling in two places, from the wall in others. Hanging on the wall was a row of paddles, whips, and canes of varying sizes.

"I've had my servants scurrying all afternoon to ready this for you, my darling. Stand up and feast your eyes."

She hoped that her surprise was not evident. He planned to force her with pain into gratitude that he'd chosen her. Belle had heard of whores who enjoyed pain as much as pleasure. Those who found the bite of a whip to be arousing. She'd never had the inclination.

"We won't spend much time in here yet," he said. He pulled her forward until they stood in front of the lounge. He sat there and turned her, face down, onto his lap. He held her lead tight with one hand to keep her from moving too far. With his other he spanked her bare ass hard enough to make a smacking echo reverberate around the room.

"This is for speaking back to me in the dining room." She bit her bottom lip to keep from giving him the pleasure of crying out.

It seemed to spur his anger deeper. He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. He moved to roll off the other side, but found that he still held the lead. He tied it to the post.

"You will find yourself bound wherever you go, sweet slut." He slapped her cheek lightly and then ran his hand down to her breast. He weighted them in his hands, caressing the nipples gently with his thumbs.

But, then he grabbed her nipples tightly between thumbs and fingers. He twisted until her mouth opened and cried out, "Oh."

"Was that in arousal?" he asked, holding in the tight twist. He watched her face with a slight smile, until there were tears in her eyes. He let go then and she was relieved. But only for a brief moment, he raised himself to kneel over her body.

Belle was going to protest this. He said he would not fuck her. She realized he was still wearing his pants.

He slapped her breasts back and forth, watching them jiggle; as if they were his personal play things. He twisted her left breast again with a hand and then bent and bit into her tight nipple.

Despite, the pain, she felt a growing throb between her legs. From the soft lips hidden within, she felt the hair between her legs start to drip with moisture. Her body tried to rub her thighs together covertly.

He caught it right away and sat up. He parted her legs and kneeled between them. "Do you like this play? You swore you would not, little whore." He held her legs apart and pushed his nose into the space between. "I can smell that you do. Your cunt cannot lie."

He combed through the soft hair to the soft mound of her sex. He slid his finger along the slit. She was slippery, waiting, wanting something to drive into her. He would not give her that satisfaction. She could not ask for it.

He parted the tender lips and grasped the buried nub and pinched. She cried out, her body arching off the bed. "Please, stop." She gasped. Her eyes filled with tears, but her cries caused him to pull the nub outward.

He bent his head to her chest. In contrasting sensations, he suckled a breast. It still stung from his earlier twisting and biting, but his tongue bathing her, sent her over the edge.

She shattered under his hand; her entire body shaking with climax.

"Damn, damn, damn," he muttered, sitting up and pushing his hair back from his face. "That was supposed to last much longer before I let you come like that."

He started untying the lead from the bedpost. He continued talking, but she was unsure if it was to himself to her. "You weren't supposed to come like that. You were supposed to gain permission for that. I suppose you'll just have to be punished."

He turned her over his knee again and spanked her until her ass cheeks felt swollen. She managed to keep herself from crying out.

He tied her to the post again and then went to the door. "Untie her and take her to her room. I don't need to tell you not to touch her." A man hustled inside to do his bidding. Beast paced for a moment. "Send Marisol to my room."

He didn't even notice when he pushed past Belle and the footman who was leading her. The footman informed a second footman of King's wishes for Marisol.

Belle supposed, on the way to her room, that he had a need for releasing his seed. Something he'd promised to not let Belle fulfill. She was happy for that, if annoyed with her own body for releasing in its own way. Especially in the face of such abuse.

Third time's the charm

Chantal didn't know how he'd managed to back stage. But he grabbed her as she came off-stage and pushed her against a wall. She'd panicked at first, going into fight mode. But then the familiar feel of his hand on her neck and the way he smelled changed her fight to get away into a fight to see his face.

"Relax, my little slut," he said into her ear. She got a quick huff of air before he kissed her violently. His tongue stabbed into her mouth. His lips were rough. Stubble scraped her cheeks and chin. He tasted of whiskey.

In a moment Chantal went from resisting him to compliant. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. It was a bad idea, but she'd hate herself for it later. Tomorrow probably when she crawled from his bed and back home.

He let go of her and propelled her to her dressing room. He closed the door behind them. He picked up a glass on her dressing table filled with an amber substance. She sat down in front of her table and looked at him in the mirror. He stood behind her, staring at her reflection with his grey eyes. Smoldering. It must be the light, people didn't have grey eyes nor smoldering ones. His suit was cut for his body and she knew the feel and taste of the skin that was underneath.


"Do you ever kick back and wear sweats?" she asked. She hoped he hadn't seen her vulnerability to him.

"You'd have to stick around the house longer than 14 hours to find out," he retorted and put his hand on her shoulder. "Do you want to change? Lila is waiting." He caressed the back of her cheek with his hand and smiled at her.

She lifted her hand and wrapped her hands around his glass. Surprised, he let it go and she swallowed it. "Thank you."

His eyes narrowed and he grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head and pulled her head backwards so she was looking up at him. "That's 5," he said.

What the hell? She looked past his face to the roof, pretending not to care.

His voice was low. "Five strokes of my cane." He let go of her hair and stepped back. "Well, perhaps that's a bit much to start with. Maybe just a flogger."

Chantal didn't reply. She leaned forward and grabbed a brush out of her make up kit.

"What no arguments?"

"What's the point? You will just insist on be domineering and I'll insist that you're an asshole."

He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed until she winced. "You like when I dominate you. And you like fucking me. I don't know why you deny either."

She tossed her head. "I am not your slave. In or out of bed."

He retrieved his glass from her and refilled it. "Just my slut so far."

"That happened only twice and it won't happen again."

"You'll disappoint Lila so much. She was looking forward to seeing you again." He rolled the liquid around his glass.

That peaked Chantal's interest. "She's back? She wants to see me." She leaned in toward him.

He nodded. "You want to talk to her?" He pulled out his cell phone.

"That's fine. I'd like to see her too" She pulled up so her back was straight. "But, not for the reasons you think."

He shrugged. His eyes locked to hers and he pulled her swept her hair from the right side of her neck. He bent his head and kissed just below her earlobe and then slowly with kisses and small licks, he moved down her neck until she was shivering. He blew on the trail of skin he had just warmed and she felt aflutter down to her toes.

"Admit it," he commanded softly into her ear and then he did the same motions on the nape of her neck. He paused with his mouth over her left ear. "Tell me you want to give in." This time he let his teeth scrape against her neck gently until she found she was rubbing her thighs together like a school girl. As he teased her delicate skin with his mouth, he brought his hands around and cupped her breasts. Even through the material of her dress, which wasn't much anyway, lace and a thin layer of cotton, his hands were hot and deft.

His breath was hot on her ear. "Tell me you'll give in tonight. That you want me."

"Yes," she whispered.

"You want to be my slut."

"I'm already your slut," she replied. She was rewarded with his tongue tracing her earlobe and she groaned, sinking into her chair. He pulled her up with his hand still rubbing her breasts, teasing her nipples.

"You want to be my slave." He let a hand slide down and lift her skirt. He hovered over the thin material that covered her cunt. She watched his hand, not quite touching and she ached to stretch into it, but he held her. "Say it, Chantal."

Maybe it was her name that broke her. "I want to be your Slave."

"Sir."

"I want to be your slave, Sir."

He grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back in the chair to look straight up at him. "Good girl. You'll learn to be a good Slave in time." He kissed her hard, his tongue jabbing at her, his lips tearing at hers.

There was something in that last comment she should protest, but she couldn't figure out what it was in her lust induced haze.

"Stand up now." She forced her legs to propel her. "That's a good girl." He patted her ass. "Lila's waiting in the car on the street for us." He kept his hand in her hair as he moved her to the door, but then he pulled her to a stop. "From now on you'll refer to me as Sir or Master. And Lila will be Mistress. IS that clear?" She nodded, but he growled into her ear, "Say it."

"Lila is Mistress and you are Master."

He nodded. "Don't look so scared. We'll figure it out as we go. Lila will be a good teacher on how to be submissive." Before he opened the door, he pressed his hand at the juncture between her thighs and rubbed her clit through her thong. He stopped gripping her by the hair before he opened the door. Instead he held an inch of skin between his thumb and forefinger and he squeezed.

Out through the side door of the club they went without encountering anyone. "This is where you tried to pick up those guys, in an effort to avoid me," he reminded her.

It had only been three weeks ago. It wasn't forgotten yet so she just nodded. "Yes sir."

Lila had the car waiting as promised. William opened the backdoor and pushed Chantal inside and then got in beside her. "Here she is as promised my love," William said to Lila.

"There she is. Looking beautiful as ever. I only wish I hadn't had to wait nearly a month."

"I told you my reasons. If we went too soon she'd resist, this way she had time to miss us both." He sounded like he were talking to a child. "Even if not, you aren't to question my decisions. Drive us home."

Chantal lay her head against the seat and remained silent and still for the moment.

Lila jabbered on for a few moments and Chantal answered glibly back. Her body was humming with the awareness of William's body next to hers.

His body touched her from thigh to shoulder. His fingers ran up and down the inside of her thigh, each time pulling the skirt up further. He sighed a little and then stopped moving.

Then his fingers were pressing against the crotch of her satin panties. "You've wet yourself already." He tsked.

Chantal curled her lips. Who did that? And then her mind was wholly distracted by his finger pressing against her clit through the silky material. His thumb made the smallest movements, mostly it was just pressure. Slow and steady on her clit.

Her entire lower body clenched in anticipation, in heated passionate desire. Pure lust. The pressure continued there until they reached his home once again. Chantal was shaking. Her body so close to orgasm, to screaming climax. But every time she thought she was going to he stopped moving and just pushed and her body refused to come. Chantal felt like screaming herself as her nerves were stretched to their limits. Ready to pop.

As Lila parked the car, William withdrew. "Lila, you'll have to help our slut out of the car. I don't believe she can walk on her own." He opened his door and got out, closing it behind him.

Chantal was panting as Lila opened the door and climbed in. She patted Chantal's leg. "There there, darling. He does so enjoy the lead up. Trust me once you get used to the anticipation, the orgasms are amazing. Amazing."

"I feel like I'm going to cry. Or pass out."

"You can't do either. Come on now." She hauled Chantal out of the car. Chantal leaned on Lila's shoulder and let herself be helped into the house. Down the nearly familiar halls, into the bedroom. His room.

Maybe if I'm good ....

He was standing by the wall one moment laughing. The next he had reached out and grabbed me and pressed me against the same spot. It was still warm from where he had touched. Perhaps I just imagined that part.

His lips were rough and demanding over mine. His body formed a cage around me. His hands by my shoulders. His hips pressing into mine. His stance widened, his legs framed mine.

As if he would stop me if I moved. As if I would try to get away from his kiss, as rough as it was.

I wouldn't dare pull away. He knew it as well as I. He held me for a different reason, I realized as his hands slide down my body and lifted my short skirt. I might have protested but his tongue swirling in my mouth left me distracted.

My panties went down my legs. He let them drop to the ground. And then the kiss slowed. His body removed. I lifted my hand and wiped my mouth with my fingers. My gaze softened and I could barely focus on him as he grinned at me.

I bent, trying to be ladylike, and pulled the elastic lace around my shoes. Standing, I held them on one finger, an offering. "You wanted them," I said, when he didn't move. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he grinned at me. I watched his arm raise, his fingers spread then collapse around the thin material. My eyes refocused by the time he was stuffing it into his pocket.

Wrapping his arm around me, he turned us toward the pathway through the park. I wondered if anyone had stopped to watch the show we'd been putting on, but no one seemed to be staring. "Where to?" I asked.

"I thought we'd find some place where I could fuck you."

Well then.

We walked on. He dropped his hand from my shoulder to my waist, caressing the bare skin that showed with each sway of my hips.

Over a small bridge and then down beside it. He pushed me against one of the cement pillars. It was cold on my bare skin. I shivered from the anticipation.

Then I recalled that we were in public. I looked frantically as far left and right as I could. There wasn't much to be seen, a few feet of walking paths which were fairly empty. But, I was certain someone would see us. I wanted to protest and opened my mouth to do so.

Only to be cut off with another rough kiss. He pulled away and placed a finger against my lips. "Don't even think about arguing." With one hand he pressed it between my thighs. I was dripping wet. "Slut," he added as an afterthought. "Say one word and I won't touch you here again today." He pressed his finger deep inside my body and then pulled it out slowly.

I nodded. He smiled and kissed me softly this time. His fingers started pulling up my skirt. I closed my eyes and rested against the cement pillar. I heard his belt buckle clatter and the soft thud of his pants falling. "Up on your toes," he murmured into my ear as he pressed his body back into mine. I stretched as high as I could and he bent his legs a little. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. His hand between my legs guided his hard cock. And then my pussy was full of him.

"So wet little slut," he muttered and then began fucking me in earnest. I opened my eyes and looked around. The sensations of the cool cement and his hot skin against mine, and the excitement of fucking in secret began to work it's magic on my pussy. And then it was over.

My body was left cold by his absence, but still humming with unfulfilled promises. I let go of my lip and pulled my skirt down watching him refasten his pants.

Maybe if I was a good girl I'd get an orgasm later, I decided with a sigh as I followed him back to the path.

Author's note: I can see that it is the situation that turns me on more than the actual sex. Once there's penetration I lose interest.

S.E.X Part Two

He took in her short skirt and tight top. "Did you teach like that?" In his mind, his next move was to pull her skirt up and down her panties and bury his face in her pussy.

"Stay sitting," she said. Her heels clacked as she came around the bed to see what he was watching. Trevor caressed her silken leg, moving up under her skirt. In the next house, the brunette was eating out the blonde, who looked like a screamer.

"Nice show," Claire commented. Her hands worked into his pants and squeezed his cock. She released him from his pants and moved to her knees. "I didn't teach like this. I changed. I didn't know you'd start without me."

Trevor would have answered, but his cock was engulfed by his hot wife's hot mouth. He glanced at the scene across the way. The blond was still on the receiving end of a good lapping and finger plowing- perhaps fisting.

He groaned as Claire swirled her tongue around his cock head. At this rate he wasn't going to last long.

And with that thought he blew his load right into his beautiful wife's mouth. With a smile up at him, she swallowed and wiped her face.

"She's hot isn't she?" Claire asked, sitting back on her heels.

"She invited me to watch." She looked up at him.

"I fucked her before I met you. Once or twice." Several times, maybe frequently, Trevor filled in. That woke his cock up again. That and Claire's nuzzling cheek.

"I can ask her for a threesome." Trevor thought her words on that previously would be a theory in their marriage. Not something she'd try to put into practice.

"Why don't you turn on the light. I want to see what you put on for me. And what is under that." He raised his eyebrows.

As she did that, he look off his pants and boxers. She was all legs and belly and cleavage standing in front of him.

"You are so fucking good to me," he said, getting on his knees before her. He lifted the scarp of material she passed as a skirt. She was not only pantyless she was bare.

He felt his mouth go dry. "When did you-" He couldn't look away.

"Oh, earlier. I planned a surprise. And then I was surprised. I didn't take you for a voyeur."

"I will tell you the story later. Hold your skirt." She took it from his hands. His tongue out he bent to the juncture of her thighs. He slid his tongue along her slit. Then with gentle fingers he revealed her inner lips. Then he began flicking his tongue against her, tasting her sweet essence.

He wiggled his tongue against Claire's clitoris. Her legs trembled, slapping against his head. And, then she pushed him away. "What the-" he started, staring up at her.

"I can't fucking stand up."

"Then I suggest you get your ass on the bed. Spread your legs and open your pussy for me." He slapped her upper thigh. "I am dying to fuck you." Trevor could barely speak. He looked out the window. The brunette had her head between the blonde's thighs again. The same move Trevor had been just giving Clarie. His gaze moved up the blonde's face. She was enjoying it as much it seemed.

"Hey, do I have to give you a show?" Claire demanded. With the blonde? Yes, please!

"Yes, why don't you touch yourself?" He turned from the window. His wife held open her pussy lips with one hand and caressed herself with the other. He followed her fingers from her clit to the promise of a tight hole. She slid her finger in and out, slowly, twice.

Trevor grabbed her hand and sucked on her finger. While he pushed his cock into her. Her body hugged him like a glove.

"You are a slut," he said while he pumped in and out of her. "I love being inside of you."

Claire rocked her hips to urge him faster. "Make me come. On your cock."

He reached down and covered her breasts. He squeezed each handful. Then backed off to pluck each nipple and twist.

"Do that," she panted, "to my clit."

With his thumb and fingers, he grabbed the engorged nub that pushed out from her labia for him to find. He gave it a sharp pull and twisted clockwise.

Claire gave out a sharp cry as she shattered. She bucked hard against him the nights events culminated into a great explosion from deep within him.

He eased away from his wife. "Fuck. Good times, love. Great surprise."

"I second that." She pushed on her elbows to look at him. "I was serious about the threesome."

"I wouldn't say no."

Claire smiled.

He turned and glanced out the window again. The blonde was alone and the lights were dimmed in her room now. She was looking into his bedroom.

Trevor gave her a thumbs up. She gave one in return. "One thing Claire. What is the neighbour's name?"

"Chantal."

S.E.X- Part One

Inspired by S.E.X by Nickelback.

Trevor Walsh leaned back from his computer. He took off his glasses and used his free hand to rub his eyes. As he replaced them, he checked his watch. 9:30, his wife wouldn't be back from teaching her evening class for at least an hour.

He glanced out the window into the dusk settling over the average neighbourhood. His very hot blond neighbour was getting hot and heavy on her front porch. Good for her.

She pulled away from the kiss and opened her front door. Then she happened to glance up and caught him watching.

Before he could look away, she waved. He waved back, hoping he looked suitably embarrassed. She shrugged back at him. Then she waved again. This time it wasn't a hello wave. It was a wave to follow. Her final gesture was a mimic for watch.

Could she really be inviting him to watch? No real harm there. It was like watching porn, just slightly more real.

The other thing was, he pondered as he walked through the house, he wasn't sure he'd be able to see into her bedroom. He'd never really paid attention in the seven months since he'd moved into the house. It had been his wife's house for years and she wasn't willing to move.

He opened the blinds in the bedroom. Sure enough, he could see his neighbour and a dark-haired woman sharing some wine. For the life of him he couldn't recall her name. He stepped back into the shadows and sat on the bed, while he waited for his private peep show to begin.

Through the window, Trevor saw the women set their wine glasses aside. Hands on each other's shoulders, they kissed deeply.

It wasn't a sweet kiss, nor merely passionate. There was no romance between the women. It was a prelude to a good fuck.

The brunette's shirt came off. She was bare chested underneath. The blond plucked her nipples until he could see them standing. As Blondie bent her head to suck and lick, the brunette slid her hands into the first woman's shirt.

The blond removed her own shirt and they reversed roles. The brunette lapped at the breasts, while the blond simply teased with her hands. And turned to look at Trevor. She smiled knowingly at him.

He was finding his pants uncomfortably tight now and they women weren't even in each other's pants yet. He unzipped his pants to give himself some relief. But, he didn't release his cock. Not yet.

As he watched Blondie have her nipples sucked, he noticed her hand slid between her partner's legs through her jeans. Obviously frustrated, two sets of hands fumbled for the brunette's button and zipper. The brunette pushed her own pants down, the blond slipped her hands inside.

They fell onto the bed together. At least it looked like they fell. Trevor laughed out loud. He realized he was rubbing the bulge in his jeans. He shoved his hand inside the front of his pants and grabbed himself.

Across the divide both woman had removed their pants and underwear. They were kissing and hands were groping between legs. His mind filled in the details he couldn't see. Hands combing through trimmed pubic hair, parting sticky lips. Fingers that pressed against clits and delving into those warm, wet depths.

The blond moved her partner into a good spot for Trevor to view the crux of her legs. She winked at him over her shoulder then parked herself between the wide spread legs.

With two fingers, she parted the brunette's vulva. Trevor could almost smell the pussy, as his neighbour buried her face in it. He couldn't see what was going on now, so he focused on the receiver's face. And from the look of things, the blond was good at what she was doing.

Trevor stroked his cock slowly with a soft groan.

He could see the brunette shudder and call out as she came. The blond did not miss a beat as she started fingering her partner with two fingers. At least. He tried to move his head so he could see properly how many she was using.

"There you are," his wife, Claire said.

He turned to see her legs glinting in the light coming from the neighbour's bedroom. He hadn't even heard the front door.

He pulled his hand from his pants and moved to get up. "Hi honey."