The Adult Story Hub

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is entirely in your own head. But enjoy it anyway. Thanks to Kristen, of "The Kristen Collection" on asstr.org for the inspiration and for collecting so many fantastic stories. I'd like feedback -- please send it to bongo_ras@my-deja.com. Send all flames and spam to billg@microsoft.com. As long as you give it away don't change it, don't be a prick and claim it as your own work, don't charge for it, and keep this header intact, feel free to redistribute this story in any way imaginable. All I ask is that you email me and let me know where you are posting it. Bongo Ras, bongo_ras@my-deja.com

It was a slow day. And Jasmine was glad she had told her boyfriend she'd play their game. They'd been playing with sexual power for a while, and it was bringing them closer, oh so closer. Anyhow, the way this game worked was they'd take turns. On the day they were scheduled, who's ever turn it was would write a fantasy and give it to the other. They'd had some hot times that way. Her favorite was when she took him to a restaurant and masturbated the whole car ride there. While they ate she kept slowly stroking her clit. And she made him wait the whole time too. He couldn't touch his swollen cock, even though he knew, from her breathing, from the tortured expression on her face, that even while she was pretending to decide between the steak and the chicken, even while the waitress was solicitously and patiently explaining the specials again, even while she was stammering out a choice of salad dressings, her middle finger was slowly and exquisitely tracing a path over her swollen clit while her index finger repeatedly fucked her dripping cunt. And that was just the dinner.
Wow. It was all Jasmine could do to keep herself from cumming in the shower thinking about it. But that was one of the rules. No masturbation on their 'power days.' They wanted each other ready - they wanted each other crazy. And boy, as she forcefully pulled her hand away from her cunt, boy was she ever crazy about him. And holy lord, it was only 6:30 AM!
So she made her way blindly through her work day. Even though Jasmine's totally proud of big tits, she's a conservative dresser. Just her regular pants and sweater. But she couldn't help but be grateful that no one at work had x ray vision. Because they'd get an eyeful of moisture dripping from her pussy lips. No matter what. They were permanently distended all day.
At three o'clock the receptionist called her extension and said a courier had dropped off a package. She looked at it. A plain brown paper wrapped box. She opened it up, and boy, was she glad she opened it in the privacy of her own cubical. Wrapped in tissue inside the box, was a black silken strip of cloth. In the cloth was a typed note.
"My love. My slut. This strip of cloth is a blindfold. You know what to do with it. Meet me in the linen closet in Flanagan's, downstairs next to the men's room. At 7:00 tonight. Sharp. I want you in the linen closet, blindfolded and ready for me. And the only fabric that is allowed on your body, in that closet, is in this package. Like the slut you are, my love, like the closet cocksucking cum slut only you can be, only for me. I love you."
Jasmine couldn't contain herself. No way. She had to masturbate! Her cunt was on fire with the idea of getting fucked in semi public like that. She knew she'd do it, even though she'd never done anything like insane before. Just from the feel of the silken black blindfold in her hand, she knew she'd take her lover in the closet like a whore. Like a common tramp. Like an alleycat, screwing wherever she was told. Oh each phrase. Each phrase as it rolled in her mind triggered wonderful sensations in her cunt. She was so glad Leo was in her life, because only with him could she let herself go, only with him could she be the wild wanton slut she was and not feel dirty, not feel like she was debasing herself. And debasing herself was wonderful with Leo. She couldn't wait for him to debase her more.
She fairly flew out of work and straight to Flanagan's. She knew better than to be late. And as much as she wanted to call Leo, she knew that was against the rules. She floated into the restaurant bar and downstairs. At 6:55 she was inside the linen closet. By 7:00 she was naked. She was careful to fold her clothing, then she stood for a moment. Naked. Her hands shaking with lust, her nipples engorged. Then she took the blindfold out of purse and wrapped it tight around her face, tying it in back. She even looked straight at the linen closet's lamp to make sure she couldn't see a thing. She was blind. Blind with lust. Blind with love. And blind from that blessed black silk blindfold.
Fuck it. She just couldn't keep her fingers out of her pussy anymore. Let Leo break in on her and find her fingering herself. oh, that would be fine. he could spank her. ask she sat on a stool in the closet, her legs parted, one hand busily stroking her clit, the other hand on her nipples.
The door opened. A voice she hadn't heard. "Well, well, well. I see you are all prepared."
She didn't know Leo was such a good mimic. But maybe she was just so crazy with sex. "Leo, just. you hot. god fuck me please baby I want you."
The voice acquired an edge. "Shut up, you little whore. And you might not get hurt." Then those hands. Oh god she was just freaking out with lust and . oh fear and excitement and love. Leo. Running his hands all over her. Roughly on her tits. Squeezing her nipples like he wasn't making love to her, he was taking ownership of her. Now biting her nipples. Roughly. Like lines of fire his hands traced their way over her electric body. Then roughly he pulled her to her feet and turned her around, pressing her against the wall, his hands between her legs just fucking her cunt with his three fingers like he owned it. And all he said was "slut."
"Slut." His hands between her legs.
"Slut." His finger on her clit.
"Slut." His wet finger tracing her nipples.
"Slut." His finger in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own juice.
"Slut." His knee pressing her legs apart.
"Slut." His soaking wet finger pressing against her asshole.
"Slut." HARD his finger violating her anus.
"Slut." And the sound of a zipper, as he ass fucked her with his whole finger. And from his hand on her clit and in her she started to cum. Shaking, moaning, begging for more she was his, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado.
"Slut. You came from my finger in your ass you whore. Now you're really begging for it."
Then he turned her around and pressed her to her knees. She knew she was in heaven to be treated this way by the man she loved. As he forced his cock into her face. "Slut." And he fucked her face like he owned it. But just for a second. The he pulled her up. Cruelly, yet sensually he pinched her nipples, pulling them out and pinching till they tingled at the exact edge between agony and ecstasy. Only Leo knew her that well. Only Leo knew her limits enough to push them. Then he was inside her. His cock was harder bigger then she'd ever felt it. Stretching her out. Filling her pussy. Each thrust was like heaven. She couldn't stop moaning, it was like she was cumming the entire time, like she was reduced to a giant clitoris sending pulsing waves, orgasm after orgasm, from her toes to her fingertips. And after only a few minutes, but it seemed like forever, it seemed like she'd cum five times, he started twitching. And filled her pussy. His cum was hot. White hot and oh, the way he twitched, still holding her ass cheeks. Like they were his. And they were, for never before had she cum like this, never before had she given this part of herself to a man.
They clung quietly to each other. Then her hand went towards her blindfold. "Stop it slut. You pull that off and I'll fucking kill you right now bitch."
Wow. That was a little much, but if Leo wanted to play like that she was game. He gave her nipples one last pinch and then she heard the door open. And then shut. And she was alone.
She trembled as she removed the sweaty blindfold. Her neat pile of clothing was on the floor. And on top of it was a one hundred dollar bill. She felt like a wonderful whore, her whole body filled with love and cum and lust and satisfaction. She could hardly wait till she got to Leo's apartment. Both to get her revenge, and to fall asleep in his arms. She got dressed. That stinker. He took her panties. She put the rest of her clothes on, and when she picked up her purse felt a vibration. Her pager. How long had it been going off? Shit, the message was from 6:30. It was a text page. "Honey, Sorry - I can't make it! Just meet my at my apartment at 8:00 instead? -- Leo"
WHAT! Now she was ashamed. Had she just given herself totally to a complete stranger? Was it rape? Or just the best sex she'd ever had? Jasmine was confused. She'd loved it. But the idea. that someone she'd never even laid eyes on, not to mention knew his name, had just taken that sort of intimate ownership of her body, had just felt her reduced to a screaming moaning sex machine. and left her a HUNDRED BUCKS? A Hundred Bucks? For her pride? And her panties! Some asshole fucking rapist shithead scumbag had her panties! The tiny white ones she never wanted anyone but Leo to see. And yet, while she staggered sobbing from Flanagan's, she couldn't get over how wonderful it had been. She took a cab to Leo's. Ran sobbing to his door. Unlocked it and stumbled inside. He was sitting casually on the couch.
"Hi honey, you got my page? What's wrong?" She'd never seen him so concerned, but all she could do was cry in her shame and sorrow and confusion and lust. "Honey? What happened? You can tell me! Please - just tell me what the hell is wrong, I paged you at like 6:30, what the hell, I didn't stand you up," then he paused, raising his hand. It held a bit of some familiar damp white cloth. And his eyes went from panic to that familiar glow of love and humor, and she knew she was his forever. His voice changed, to the voice from the closet. "And besides slut. You can have your panties back, if they're so damn important to you."