Roger Part. 02

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

I was in the office working on a supplier plan when I was summonsed.

"We are very disappointed in your progress."

"Well, that is because I am not a spy and I am not trained for this kind of thing.."

"Perhaps we should give you some motivation, you know, have a little chat with your wife, or even perhaps with your new girlfriend."

"Do what you like, you cannot motivate me anymore, but you can demotivate me. I might just say 'fuck off' do your worst. Then I will be no good to you at all."

"Oh but you will, you will be a wonderful example to those that follow, like, this gentleman here for example," and he slid a photo over to me.

I recognised the face but couldn't think where from.

"He was doing so well and we asked just one small favour of him. He declined despite our best persuasion. So we just had to do what we said we might. It is sad of course on the innocent family and friends who get caught up in these things."

And then I remembered. He was a CEO of one of the energy company's and was found to be fucking his secretary and was filmed trying to buy cocaine. His wife committed suicide as I recalled, unable to cope with the betrayal and deception, and the loss of the job, income and house didn't help her either. She drove to the middle of the Humber bridge, parked her car, and jumped.

"Of course, we told her that would be the only way to save him, she loved him so much you see. He wasn't happy when we told him that. I don't think he was very happy either when a shake down of his prison cell turned up kiddy porn. The other prisoners don't like that kind of thing. I think he is in the prison hospital being sewed up again at the moment. Amazing how inventive the prisoners can be to peadophiles, he has been sodomised with fists, table legs, a fire extinguisher nozzle -- that was quite clever we thought, not to mention raped several times daily. I suppose we ought to put him on the D Wing for his own protection, but, well, he didn't help us, why should we help him?"

"And this is supposed to scare me into helping you?"

"I merely show you an illustration of what seems to have happened to someone who chose not to help us."

"As I said, this is supposed to scare me?"

"Perhaps scare is not a good word. Is your life really so meaningless that you would let something similar happen to you, to your wife, your girlfriends? Do you know what it is like to be beaten and raped daily, to have your loved ones driven to suicide? Perhaps we should give you a more personal example, you know, arrange something for your friend Gillian perhaps?"

They really are arseholes and I guess that there are times when I am glad that they are. They do the things necessary to protect my country and way of life from the terrorists that would destroy it. Of course I was going to give in, I was never going to let them harm my friends or me, but I just wasn't going to give in straight away. Let them earn their salary.

Ronnie phoned me in the afternoon, she was going straight to her mothers, apparently she had had a little fall, nothing to serious, but Ronnie just wanted to go and check. I phoned Annette.

"You stupid bitch."

"Hello, nice to hear from you."

"What the fuck good is leaving me tied up for Ronnie to find? Stupid cunt."

"Well, you know, I am not entirely convinced you haven't set Pete up.

"Stupid fucking cunt you are. I actually stopped the woman going to the police with her evidence, I have saved his sorry arse."

"Well, I was going to come back about 10 minutes before she was due home to free you, but you managed without me, so don't play the fucking hard done by to me."

"I told you, no more games, but you can't resist. I almost didn't phone you, and I may not yet do anything, but, Ronnie just phoned me, she is going to be out all evening. I could be at a loose end."

"Could you now? Are you still averse to a little three way?"

"I am averse to your stupid games, that is what I am averse to."

"What time can you come round?"

"No silly games?"

"No."

"About 5?"

"Good. I will be ready for you."

So I was all set up for this evening. God alone knows what I was letting myself in for. Gillian phoned and asked if I could pop in on my way home today? I said not today but possibly tomorrow, and so we rain checked today and pencilled in tomorrow. Once home I showered and gave my balls and cock a very careful shower, and as always made sure that my bowel was as empty as possible.

Gave myself the most thorough of washes, every bit of me twice and then used a rainforest full of water to make sure that I was devoid of any soap -- I know how yucky it can taste. Clean pants, t shirt and chinos and I went next door and knocked.

The door opened and I went in. Annette stepped from behind the door, whispered hello, and put a hood over my head.

"Okay," she said, "tonight you face initiation. You must do everything asked and must not flinch or refuse, otherwise that will be it. There will be no second chance. Are you up for it?"

I nodded." Well, what else could I do? I had to go along with the perverted pair, and make them think I wanted to swing.

"Tonight you are my slave, to do with as I wish. You will obey my every instruction; do you understand me?" I nodded and said yes. This was, I assumed, going to get silly. She led me through the house, up the stairs and into what I think is their spare room.

"Strip" she instructed. I pulled the t shirt over my head, be careful not to pull the hood off, slipped my trousers and pants down and stood naked, my cock sporting a semi.

"Shut your eyes, tight, no peaking" Annette instructed me, a small slap on my buttocks gave me a clue as to what to expect if I did not move or obey quickly enough. My eyes tightly closed I felt the hood pulled from my head and pads were pressed in front of my eyes and then some form of strapping was put in place holding the pads in place. I actually couldn't now open my eyes if I had wanted to.

I had restraint straps fixed to my elbows and wrists and I was led to a bed and pushed to sit and then lay. The bed was cold to touch and had a strange surface, not the usual quilt. My arms and legs were pulled and stretched and I found myself immobile on the bed. My stomach was slapped, again, and that pissed me off, I had told her before that I don't like that. The bed moved and I sensed legs either side of my head, and then a fanny touched down on my nose. It had Annette's aroma and I sucked in her scent.

"Fuck me with your nose" came the instructions. Well, that is relatively easy when you can see what you are doing, my first problem was working out which way round she was, and it seemed that her arse was facing my stomach, so, good, this was a good way to sit on me. I started to rub my nose along her slit and then as I nose pressed her clitoris and pressed my nose into her fanny hole. I got into a rhythm, press, slide, dip, slide, press and so on. I was quite enjoying this, my hips and shoulders were a little sore because they were stretched, but I always enjoyed a fanny slide.

I was startled when a hand, seemingly wearing a latex glove, fisted my cock. The hand should not have been able to belong to Annette, she was facing the wrong way to get her hand back to my cock.

"Who..." I started to say but was rewarded with a sharp stinging slap to my stomach.

"Your job is not to speak. Tonight you are a fuck toy." Annette said and began to press her fanny harder onto my face. The hand on my cock slowly pulled my skin fully down, pulling my foreskin over my rim and then pulling my skin back. It was a slow deliberate wank. A slow deliberate dry and therefore painful wank. As Annette Rubbed herself harder on me, I found it difficult to keep up with my push slide and dip, and instead resorted to licking her as she pushed on me. I heard her breaths shorten and some gasps and guessed she was about to climax.

"Drink," she called and then she was pissing, her pee squirting at me, her gulps of breath and gasps as she climaxed timed with her squirts. I struggled to swallow as she used my mouth as her toilet, fortunately she only had a lightly filled bladder and soon the squirts became drips.

"Clean me" came the instruction, my tongue obeyed.

A mouth sucked at my cock, pulling it in and a tongue licked around my cock head and then withdrew, a feeling of cold as the hot mouth left. More movement on the bed and I felt legs either side of me, and a fanny settled down on my cock, my foreskin pulling back a little painfully as I was consumed. The fanny rocked back and forth, my cock sliding within, my foreskin now easing along my cock, helped by the lubrication coming from her fanny.

The latex gloved hand now played with my chest, squeezing and pinching at my nipples, and then slipped down my abdomen to rest in front of where my cock was. The woman sat on my cock stopped her movements and seemed to lean back, certainly her fanny strained my cock as if it were leaning back. The latex hand moved away and then I felt a slightly different sensation, and I recognised it for what it was.

The fanny on my cock was being wanked, and I was just the filling. The hand was doing the necessary stimulating. I felt the fanny squeeze me and constrict and convulse around my cock, the sounds coming out of the mouth sounded orgasmic and the tight clamp and then release of my cock confirmed it.

The bed moved again, and again I knew that there was someone either side of my head. Then I had a rather unpleasant shock. A pair of bollocks lowered onto my mouth.

I tried to shake my head, I did not want to suck a bloke off. I was slapped.

"You have been told slave. You must do everything asked without flinching. That was your last chance. Open wide and suck with passion and care. You know how painful it can be if done wrongly."

This was getting way beyond what I wanted. I replayed the chat with the spook this morning and opened my mouth, the bollocks slipped in and I sucked, closing my mouth around them, my nose wedged between the cheeks of the arse, pressed against his anal pucker. I tried to run my tongue across the balls, tried to move them gently around inside his sack and then I felt movement. The balls were tugging and relaxing and I heard the slapping sound.

The cock attached to the balls was being wanked, not hard, not full length, but fast, the balls now really jiggling inside my mouth. The wank became harder, the hand action became full length, the hand slapping against my chin on the down stroke, the balls struggling to tear out of my mouth on the up. There was tensing in the balls and the arse cheeks clamped and then grunts and the wank slowed to simple jerks and I felt the spurts as they landed on my chest and the guy on my face relaxed a little. At least I could be grateful it was on my chest not down my throat.

Things then turned a little grosser. The man attached to the balls in my mouth leant forward, squishing his cum between us, and then he sucked my cock into his mouth.

"Come on, get this going, suck his balls whilst he sucks your cock." I really did not want to ejaculate into a man's mouth, that was for sure, and I absolutely did not want to have to suck a cock myself. Balls were bad enough; I tried to divorce my perceptions of what was happening with my body from the sounds and sensations. I just sucked his balls and played with them in my mouth as if they were sweets.

I managed to last; I did not ejaculate and soon ball boy was off my face and stopped sucking my cock. Expecting to be told to lick his arse next, I was mightily pleased when his mouth was replaced by fanny and his arse and balls were replaced by fanny. As the fanny on my cock rocked, the fanny on my face slipped back and forth, my nose being pushed from anus to clitoris, stopping at all points between, I used my tongue where I could and was sure that this tasted of Annette.

A latex covered finger, slippery with some kind of gel pushed at my arse and soon the finger was in and waggling. I decided that in my mind it belonged to a woman, I really did not want to enjoy a finger up my arse if it belonged to a man and that man was not me.

I worked my tongue, trying to get the responses, trying to get the arousal going so that she would orgasm, come courtesy of my nose and tongue. The finger in my backside was probing, I knew what for, and I could only hope it wasn't found, otherwise the fanny on my cock would get a shot sooner than expected.

This really wasn't what I had thought when Pete said that they were swingers. This was debauched and perverted and all kinds of things. On the physical level some of it was obviously pleasurable, but none of it was pleasurable on the mental level. I had no idea who was doing what to whom, and I didn't see the point of an of it. The evening went on. I was fucked by fannies on my mouth and my cock. I think that Annette knew my limits because whilst I had fingers in my bum, I wasn't anally fucked and I did not have a cock in my mouth, balls were bad enough.

After I had been fucked several times, ejaculated three times and pissed in twice and cum on twice the room went quiet, no more creaking or whispers.

"Okay, I will wash you enough to put your clothes on," Annette said, "You can then go home and shower. I will talk to you about tonight perhaps on another day." I felt a warm sponge on my chest and around my bottom, and then a quick towelling. My arms were untied and then my feet and the eye mask removed. It took a lot of blinking before I could accustom my eyes to the light.

Pete stood at the end of the bed, clothed in T Shirt and Jeans, Annette by the side of the bed in a simple dress, she was holding my clothes. I could see now that the bed was covered in one of those mattress protectors that they use for incontinent people, that is why it felt funny. I now knew why they needed it. I know that the man who had his balls in my mouth was not Pete, the balls were too small. I also began to doubt if either of the fannies, and there may have been more than two, belonged to Annette.

I said nothing as I dressed and left the room, went down the stairs and left. I needed a mouthwash and a shower and a large brandy in that order. Not a good day, I was glad I had Gillian tomorrow to look forward to.

"You seem a little subdued" Gillian said.

"Oh?"

"Well you have been here at least 4 minutes and you haven't tried to get into my knickers yet."

"Damn, I was going to sneak up on, you know lull you into a false sense, etcetera, perhaps as you were about to froth the milk."

"That doesn't seem it, you do seem different. Have I upset you?"

"Good grief, no, no, not at all, no."

"I have, haven't I? I am sorry, I am just not used to dating. I went out with Gerald, and we married, so now I am single, I just don't really know how to do this."

"I said it wasn't you, okay. Are we dating?"

"Oh."

"What do you mean 'oh'?"

"Do you mean we aren't? I told you I am no good at this." She turned away from me, on her small settee she couldn't go far, in fact unless I shuffled my bottom, she couldn't even get up. I knew she was crying. Shit.

"I am teasing. Goodness me, I bloody well hope we are dating, if we aren't then I need a new dictionary. It is awkward because I am married and because of our age and all that, but fuck me, you are my girlfriend, at least, I bloody hope you are, cus if you are just stringing me along to get into my Y Fronts, I shall be gutted."

She turned and punched my arm. Thankfully, small settee, no power in thump.

"I hate that you sleep with another woman."

"I hate that you think that I do. I have told you that I don't. We have separate bedrooms."

"You can still sleep with someone if you have separate bedrooms. We have separate houses, and you sleep with me."

"Not exactly a lot of sleeping with if I remember correctly."

"Not exactly a lot of anything today."

I wiggled myself free and stood. I wandered over to the back garden door and opened it. The garden was grass with a small patio and a tiny shed to one side. I went back into Gill's house and wandered past her as she watched. I quickly lunged and grabbed her hands and dragged her to her feet and pulled her to the garden.

"Oh, no, no, no you don't" she cried between tears of laughter as I dragged her out of her house. I was amazed at how strong she was, or was it how weak I was? Either way, it was a struggle. I dragged her outside and across her single slab patio and pushed her to the grass of her lawn, sinking down and sitting astride her, 'backwards' my legs knelt back and over her arms. She was trying to thump my back, but finding it difficult and her hits were more like taps. I pulled her skirt up and grabbed at her knickers.

"No, stop it, no, not here, no" She cried.

"Yes, I shan't, yes here, hush, the neighbours," I replied my hands bunching her knickers at her hips and pushing them down her legs, her resistance diminishing as the cool air hit her fanny.

"No, don't" she said. I ignored her and ran a finger along her crease, feeling as she began to lubricate, each passage my finger slid along a little easier. She was wiggling beneath me as my fingers forced their way between her fanny lips and two fingers pushed inside her and I began to finger fuck her, my thumb pressing her clitoris.

"No," she said quietly, "not in the garden. Please, no."

"Why not, Gill why not run my fingers through your garden, in your garden?" I pushed my two fingers hard into her, the knuckles of my other fingers pushing deep into the fold between her fanny lips. Leaving my fingers inserted I shuffled my legs and moved, twisting myself to face her, laying partially on her, and partially on the grass, and I kissed her, my other hand now sliding up her blouse to massage her breast.

"God, I so want to sleep with you," I said and then closed my eyes and made snoring noises, my hand in her fanny going limp, fingers still inside her though.

"Idiot"

I made an interrupted snore.

"Fine, go to sleep ignorant pig." She wiggled from under me, my fingers falling from her and then sat on me with enough weight to wind me.

"Right mister, go to sleep would you?" She undid my trousers and pulled my fly open and fisted my cock out. She pulled and wiggled my trousers and underpants down, to about the level of my knees, I just continued to snore. She took her weight off me, and I thought that she was going to get up and go back in the house.

She didn't. She settled herself on my, mounting me, fisting my cock to her fanny and then relaxing so that I penetrated her.

"I told you I wanted to sleep with you," I said as her thighs settled on mine, slightly squashing my balls."

Gill said nothing, she just rocked herself back and forth a little, my cock riding the tube to heaven.

I kissed her and left, it was the way it had to be and headed home. I had just finished showering the grass stains off my knees, and presumably my buttocks, when Ronnie came in.

"Come and join me" I called, "I'll wash your back and all those difficult curvy bits."

"No. What are we having for Tea?"

"No idea, I have only just got in and dived straight into the shower."

"Oh? What kept you?"

"Just had to work late and then the traffic. I got home and felt I just needed a shower; it has been a sweaty day."

"Yes, I am sure."

"Well come in here with me and I will show you that I am raring to go." In fact I was sporting a reasonable semi, I opened the shower and ran towards her, catching and throwing her on the bed. My semi considerably less semi than before. "Come on, let me get your clothes off and let's get passionate. I ran my hand over a breast, feeling her up before moving down to her crotch.

"Get off. No, and I mean no." She pushed my hand away and rolled from under me and got up. "How many times do I have to tell you no?"

"I just want one yes."

"No"

I pointed at my hard and erect cock. "You can't leave me like this." I said.

"Of course I can," she said, "I am not some stupid teenager who knows no better. I am fully aware that I can leave you like that and fully aware that it will do you no physical harm to do so. If it bothers you that much, well then, you know what to do." She walked out of the bedroom. I did consider having a wank, and as noisy and as slappy a one as I could, but really, I couldn't be bothered. Gill had gone a long way to draining me, and a wank just wouldn't be worth the effort.

'Fuck you' I thought to her back, and got dressed.

Dinner was baked beans on toast and then the phone rang, it was her mother. There was a problem " I shall have to go down there" Ronnie said.

"I'll drive you if you want," I said.

"No. I'll go, you will only get stressed by mother. I will be back late, just don't leave the key in the door when you go to bed, otherwise I shan't be able to get in."

"Well, ring me when you get there so I know that you are safe." I said, and so I know that you are not around here, I thought.

I rang Rene just after Ronnie had gone. "Hello you, can you talk?" I asked.

"Yes. He is away again."

"Ooh, and here I am home alone. I could have stopped off on my way home for a spot of nice company had I known."

"Well, I did try to talk to you, but you were just too busy."

"I know, I am sorry, I have missed seeing you, missed pleasuring you."

"How long are going to be alone for?"

"She has had to pop down to see her mother, it is an hour each way, so even if she only stays for five minutes, at least two hours, but more likely at least three, why?"

"I can be there in twenty minutes."

"Now that would be a special treat."

It actually took her about twenty-five minutes, and I opened the door just as she was about to knock. She stepped in and I shut the door, locking and leaving the key in place. As Ronnie had said, with the key in the door she couldn't get in, so it would give me a few minutes, just in case it was needed. Rene stood in the hallway, looking a little awkward. I took her face in

my hands and kissed her on the lips, a soft kiss with as much passion as I could. She seemed reluctant and pulled away from me.

"Can we talk?" she asked.

"Well, of course we can," I answered, "come and sit in the lounge."

She sat on the settee, and I sat next to her, twisted so that I faced her. "What is wrong love?" I asked.

"I worry that this is," she answered, "we are. That we are wrong. I worry that it was the devil talking to me, not The Lord, that he has led me astray."

"Oh. I don't think so, He has spoken to me too, and nothing was evil."

"What about Yaz? You went to see her, and she is now in hospital because of that."

"I went to help, and as soon as it was obvious that I was only making things worse, I left. If I had been evil, would I not have stayed and taken advantage of her, of her body?"

"I don't know."

"I live with a woman who I do not share a bed with. Is that right? But I do not philander to her face, I do not seek alternatives. You knocked on my door, and the Lord made that knock affect my heart, and he told me that you were a woman that needed pleasure, and he showed me how, he gave me the courage to say and do things that I would not normally do. Isn't the devil a coward? How could he make me brave when he himself is not?" God I will talk some crap to get my cock inside a woman.

"It is only me then?"

"Yes. It was never Yaz, in her mind maybe, but not in her bed. I just tried to help her, to be a friend, but she is too ill for me to be able to help. There is no one else, how can there be?" I am also a lying bastard.

"The Lord speaks to me."

"I know."

"He tells me to be sure of you, to be sure that my heart is true and that yours is honest. What does he mean by that? Is He telling me that you are being unfaithful?"

"He is just telling you to look to your own heart and feelings and be sure that you are not doing this out of lust, and to be sure in your heart that I am not also, that I am not saying one thing about my wife and doing another. Come, let me show you, let me show you her bedroom, see her clothes, see where she sleeps. You will not smell me in her bed." But I hope you don't smell her in my bed, where I threw her earlier unsuccessfully.

She sat silently and the moment was interrupted by the phone.

"Hello," I answered.

"Okay, I am here. Motorway closes overnight, so it will be a real journey to get home."

"Why don't you stay the night, and then get up early and come home first thing?"

"I could, couldn't I?"

"Well, at least then you will know your mum is alright in the morning, you will be able to see for yourself."

"I think I will then. The motorway opens at six, I could be home by seven and back on track. I will check mum at lunchtime and see if I need to go back down tomorrow night."

"Okay, it might be time to think about moving her up here, nearer to you."

"She won't, all her friends are down here."

"Well, okay. Just let me know if I need to do anything."

"Okay, night then."

"Night love."

"She is not coming home."

"You called her love."

"Well, of course, but it has a little 'l' and that is as far as it goes. I care, it does not mean I love. That I care means I am human. The devil doesn't care, the devil is not in me."

She sat silent again. I leant across and kissed her again, this time she kissed back a little, a small response. I got off the settee and knelt on the floor, pushing myself between her legs, forcing them apart as I leant forward and kissed her again, my arms either side of her. I put about every ounce of passion that I had into the kiss. My lips were soft on hers, my tongue dabbed between her lips.

I took halting breaths between kisses and I murmured her name. She softened, she began to kiss back, and she leant forward. I took an arm and put it around her shoulders, pulling her to me, and I began to straighten my legs, so stoop rather than kneel, my weight laying across her, pushing her back into the settee.

She gulped and she gasped, and at that point I took my other hand and pressed it to her fanny. Her hands tightened on my back, her nails beginning to dig in, "Oh Lord" she said as I ran my finger along the crease that was her fanny, pushing slightly, my tongue moving between her lips in time with my finger along her fanny.

"Let's go upstairs," I said, "It is right, it is not the devils desires nor lusts, it is an expression of The Lords love." I stood up and took a hand, pulling her to her feet and led her out of the lounge and up the stairs. I stood us in front of the mirror, clearly in sight if we were being watched, and kissed her again, one hand caressing her breast, the other sliding between the cheeks of her bottom.

She pulled away. She undid her blouse and removed it, putting it at the end of the bed. She was wearing a chemise, unusual for her I thought. She undid and slipped off her skirt, and added that to the end of the bed. She put her hands up her chemise and pulled her knickers down and added them to the pile. Her bra was undone and she slipped the straps and pulled it down her arm, adding it to the pile. She stood facing me wearing a simple gold chemise. I pulled off my polo and started my own pile. My trousers followed, and then my boxers. I stood naked wearing only a hard on.

Rene then put her fingers at the hem of her chemise and pulled it up over her head and just dropped it on the floor.

"Jesus Rene." I could not believe it. Her body was covered in bruises. "What the hell happened?"

"He thought I disrespected him, he thought I disrespected The Lord. He wanted to teach me respect."

"When?"

"Three days ago. He has been away ever since."

"What on earth caused him to think that you disrespected him?"

"We are still married you know?"

"Well yes, of course you are."

"So he still expects the normal things married couples do. You do understand what I am saying?"

"Yes, he wanted sex, as you say, you sleep in the same bed, you are properly married, I expected that you two would still have sex. Your situation is not like mine."

"We had sex, and when he finished, he just rolled over. You have shown me that there is so

much more to sex. I turned to him and I said that I hadn't quite finished, that I was near. Could he just love me some more, let me finish."

"Reasonable."

"He went mad, he started hitting me, telling me I was a whore, a disrespectful whore, a whore laying with the devil not with the lord."

"Bloody hell Rene."

"I was crying, telling him that the Lord made sex a pleasure for both men and for women, that I had pleasured him, but that he had not finished pleasuring me."

I was convinced more than ever that her husband was having an affair and had been for some time, and that just giving Rene a quick fuck was his way of doing his married duty. Sex for pleasure was only to be had from a mistress.

"He called me a slut, a devil disguised as a cunt. He hit me, he kept hitting me and he pushed me off the bed and told me I was not fit to share his bed." She paused and I was surprised that she was not crying as she spoke. "I slept on the settee. When I woke up, he was gone."

"Has he phoned you?"

"Yes. He said that he had to think about what I had said. He would come back when he had decided what to do and was ready"

"Oh."

"I think that he is having an affair."

"Oh." So do I. "What makes you think that?"

"I think that he has gone to stay at the other woman's house. I do not know who she is, nor do I care. I think that she is probably more responsive than I have been, and he could cope if I just lay thee and opened my legs and let him do what he needed to do. But as soon as I started showing signs of my own sexual needs, he got scared, worried that he would confuse us. He may even have wondered if I was having an affair myself."

I didn't really know what to say. I walked the step to her and started to kiss her bruises, I had no idea what else to do. I was expecting her to be traumatised, but she wasn't, she sucked in her breath at each kiss, but I don't think it was from pain. I picked her up and laid her on the bed and lay beside her, kissing her, my fingers sliding along her now naked fanny, slipping between no clothing in the way, and was shocked at how wet she was.

"You are not him," she said, "I know now that the devil is not in me, it is in him. I spoke to the Lord and we have forgiven him his sins against me. Now there is one thing I need. I need your pleasure given freely and with love."

I slipped down the bed and replaced my finger with my tongue, and as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, I felt her body tense and then relax, it was my pleasure to give pleasure.

She tried to close her legs on me, "no" she said, "It is too much pleasure, too much."

"Rene, love," I said, "if you try to stop me, then I shall be forced to tie you to my bed so that you cannot stop me, so that I can pleasure you as you need to be pleasured, as The Lord wants."

"No, you wouldn't."

I got up and opened my wardrobe and pulled out my bag. I took two leg restraints, applied one to her left ankle and then to the bed frame, the other to her right, pulled her legs wide apart, and then fixed that to the bed frame too. I repeated the process with her arms and she was a spread eagled star fish on my bed. "I would and I have. I can also gag and blindfold you in necessary, now, I must get on with the work of The Lord."

I blew a little into her naval, and then moved my head, constantly blowing a little, blowing a little line of hot air down her mons and along the line of her fanny. When I get as far as I could reach, I came the other way with a finger, just a light touch, starting under her, just by her anus and along the little crease at the top of her legs until I got to her fanny crease, gently, barely touching,

I went along her fanny lips and as my finger was about to enter her naval, I replaced it with my tongue. I licked at her naval and then down to her fanny, this time pushing my tongue between the lips, pressing her clitoris ass I went, down between the hot moist folds until I reached her lip, her opening, and pushed my tongue as far as I could, my teeth grazing her clitoris, and then I broadened my tongue and forcing her lips wide apart, I licked back up to her clitoris and sucked it hard into my mouth.

She was trying to move her legs, but she could do little, I reached down for the vibrator and ran it along her fanny slit and then turned it on. A buzz filled the room and as I touched the vibrator to her clitoris she let a very large groan escape. I stroked along her valley from fanny hole to clit, slowly pushing a little more into her fanny at each pass, pushing a little harder on her clitoris at each press.

Her groans became gasps of held breath, and I left the vibrator just touching her clitoris, pushing two fingers into her fanny giving her a gentle finger fuck. Her gasps grew in intensity and then her back arched and her fanny clamped hard on my fingers. I leant forward and licked just below her fanny and was rewarded by a squirt, and a second and a third.

Greedily I lapped up her juices, sucking and swallowing until she was spent and she relaxed back onto the bed. I moved the vibrator slowly down her lips and began to press it at her fanny, pushing in until all of it was in her, just the very end showing. I sucked at her clitoris and as it swelled and stood proud, I nibbled and chewed, pulling it with my teeth, feeling the vibrations from within her.

"Oh, no, stop, it is too much, it hurts, please stop" Rene was crying between deep stuttered breaths, her hands opening and fisting, her head pushing back and her neck taut. "Oh God" and then she jerked her hips hard upwards, knocking me away and she stayed momentarily, her back arched, only her head and toes contacting the bed, and she gurgled and spluttered and her fanny and anus were puckering, opening and closing as her muscles were spasming, and then she collapsed on the bed.

"Turn it off, please" she said quietly, her body now totally flaccid and relaxed, the very antithesis of her orgasm. I turned the vibrator end and stopped the buzz and the vibrations and gently pulled it from her, laying it to one side as I lay by her, kissing her nose and her cheeks, running my tongue along her mouth and then kissing her with a wet passion, sliding to lay on her and then flexing my hips so that my cock pushed and entered her.

"Ooh, yes please," she whispered as I gently fucked, pushing as far in as I could, pulling as far back as I could, my cock coming out and then a gently plunge back in.

"Oh Lord, thank you," she whispered, and before I could get into a fuck stride, her fanny clamped my cock and she shivered with her whole body and tensed and then slumped. I hadn't ejaculated even though she had orgasmed just by a little gentle fuck. I slipped out and lay by her side, my arm over her breasts, kissing her ear and playing with her hair.

"Oh my goodness, I don't know if I can take that level, that was a rapture, more than anything I have ever known."

"I do my best," I laughed, "I like to please,"

"No, actually, what you like, is you like to pleasure." That is true, I do.

"Well, either way, it pleases me to give you pleasure."

"You have given me pleasure before. This was more, I have never felt like that. I couldn't stop you, It was hurting, the pleasure was so intense I wanted to stop you it hurt, and then it just went to somewhere I could only dream of. I experienced The Rapture, and that can only be given by The Lord." Jesus, she talks some shit sometimes. It was simply a bloody orgasm for fucks sake.

"I knew, it looked special," I said. Well, I wasn't going to tell her she was talking religious mumbo jumbo crap.

"Untie me please."

"If you insist."

"I do."

I got off the bed and undid her wrists and ankles, and then lent over and kissed her.

"Now, it is your turn."

"What?" I asked, "My turn for what?"

"Lay down, I am going to tie you up, it is your turn." Hhm, let me think about this. Did I really want to be tied up by a religious nut that has just experienced the rapture, whatever the fuck that is.

"You don't need to tie me up, I won't stop you doing anything to me."

"Lay down, you will be tied up, it is only fair." I had two choices, lay down and risk anything from pure pleasure through to death as a religious sacrifice, or tell her to fuck off and be done with it. There was the chance of pure pleasure. I lay down.

She tied my arms first, and then my legs, pulling the ropes tight, my shoulders and hips were stressed, I felt like I was on a rack in medieval times.

"Did you say you had a blindfold and other stuff?" She asked.

"Yes, in the bag, why?"

"I don't want you to see what I am doing. I don't know how to do this, and so I don't want you to watch."

"That's okay, I will shut my eyes."

She looked through the bag and pulled out the blindfold. "You can shut your eyes if you like," she said as she pushed the blindfold on. I heard her messing with something and then she said, "Lift your head up"

I tilted my head forwards, "Open your mouth", I did and was rewarded with the ball gag being pushed in and then the straps done up. So I couldn't see what she was doing, and I couldn't say no or stop. My arms and legs were out stretched, I couldn't move very much. Great. I really hoped Joyce was watching in case I needed help.

Rene was very quiet, I was straining to hear any sound, to see if I could work out what she would do next.

She bit my nipple, jeez but that hurt, I would have bitten my tongue in half if the ball hadn't been strapped to my mouth. I thrashed a bit as she chewed. She stopped chewing and then there was a moment of respite, and then she pushed her tongue into my naval, that was a weird feeling, almost making me nauseous, but tickling and nice and erotic at the same time.

I expected her to chew my other nipple next, but she didn't. There was movement on the bed, she was obviously standing or crouching with legs either side of me, and then I jumped, something had touched my nose, I had expected her to touch my cock, so when it was my nose it made me jump. She slid her fanny slit along my nose, pressing it into her at her fanny end, pushing against it at her clit end. I couldn't even lick her, I was helpless.

She settled on me, my nose pressing into her fanny, leaving me struggling to get what breath I could from around the ball in my mouth, it made me pant a little. Her hand grasped at my cock and pulled the skin down, slowly, but unceasingly until my cock head was fully exposed. She licked around the edge, a gentle electric shock tickle rumbled deep in the base of my cock as her tongue rimmed by cock end.

She let go of my cock and rubbed herself along my nose again, slowly and as my nose became sensitised, became the only part of me that was giving me feedback, I found I could feel her every little bump and fold, I map a mental image of her vulva from fanny end to clitoris. I tried to blow out of my nostril as I felt her clitoris approach, trying to do what little I could to stimulate her.

My balls were handled, picked up and rolled in her hand, a testicle gently squeezed and moved about within my sac, mildly uncomfortable, but adding to the general tension within my groin. Her fingernail then grazed along my arse crease and that was the switch, my crotch just exploded into anticipation mode, every nerve ending stood to attention, watching and waiting for the next move.

Her mouth closed on my cock, sucking me deep into her, her tongue dabbing at the hole in the end of my cock, her fingernail tracing the crease of my bottom, pushing at my anus as it passed. I think I was on the edge. Every single nerve fibre in my body was awaiting responses. My nose began to count the length of her fanny slit by cells, her musk filled and consumed me, my cock felt about two times its normal length and girth, and my arse was puckering, trying to encourage her intrusion.

She raised herself from me and moved around on the bed, momentarily not touching me, and then she sucked my nose into her mouth, licking and tonguing, sucking my nose like it was a cock, settling her fanny on my cock as my attention was focussed on my nose. I would have let out a big sigh had I been able as the warmth of her fanny enveloped my cock and I felt buried and at the same time enjoined, and it felt as if fanny and cock were one and the same and we were on sexual being.

She left my nose and must have lent back as the feeling in my cock changed as she bent it more backwards, forcing it to be more upright, my cock root feeling very apparent deep inside me. She rocked back and forth, fucking me, and I felt like I was being fucked, like the cock was hers and was pushing into me.

My cock was being fucked from tip to root, and I had never had such an intense feeling before, I felt the way I imagined a woman would feel, felt a cock pushing inside me. I knew it was my cock, and I knew that I was in her, but that is not how it felt, and it was the most incredibly erotic feeling. I heard the vibrator start up and then felt its buzz against my balls as she held it there, it felt wet and slippery, I could only assume that she had found the lube.

She pushed back with the vibrator and I felt it pushing at my anus, and as it slipped in my body gave up and my balls exploded and I ejaculated into her fanny as the vibrator pushed into my bowel and I would have howled like a wolf, had the gag not been in my mouth. I was spent but she did not stop, my cock was softening but she still rode me, the vibrator was in my arse, its vibrations tickling at my balls as she slowly fucked it in and out of me.

I felt the magic moment as she brushed briefly against my prostate, the electric blast long enough to cause a brief hardness, not long enough to stimulate an ejaculation, and then there was a second brief touch, again my cock lurched, again it did not result in another ejaculation.

The vibrator stopped moving and just lay buried in my arse, its buzz tickling its way around my crotch. Rene slowly rose up my cock, excruciating millimetre by millimetre and then there was a little moment of ecstasy as my cock slipped from her and my cock lay between my legs. I felt her move about on the bed, and then her tongue ran up my cock, a slow 'slurp' her tongue pressing hard, pushing my skin before it. She sucked me into her mouth, and as one hand played with my balls, her other manipulated the vibrator, moving it in circles within me.

She touched my prostate again, and again my cock jolted, but the touch was brief. She moved the vibrator back and again my cock lurched, and this time she obviously decided she had found 'the spot'. It hurt, an excruciatingly exquisite pain and my cock shot, I ejaculated in her mouth and I could only lay with my head tipped back my neck taught praying that she would remove the vibrator as she held my body at orgasm.

She withdrew the vibrator slowly, rotating it as it was pulled back, her mouth lapping and sucking at my cock which was deflating rapidly and feeling dead. She let my cock fall from her mouth and I heard her pull tissues from the box, for the vibrator I assumed. She also wiped my backside, mostly lube from the feel of it, I didn't really want to go anywhere near what else it could be, although I knew I kept myself as 'empty' as I could.

I lay back trying to drag air in through my nose, I really needed to gasp and gulp, but the ball gag didn't allow for that, I felt her hands rub across my chest, and then she chewed at my other nipple, and as I tipped my head back, Rene undid the buckle holding the gag, and I was able to gulp in breaths of air. She did not say anything, she did not undo my blindfold or restraints, she just lay alongside me, a leg over mine, an arm across my chest.

As incredible as it seems, I dozed off, tied up to my bed, and I dozed off. I awoke with that lovely warm feeling of a cock being mouthed and as her nails ran along the crease between my balls my cock stirred and firmed, beginning to fill her mouth and arouse my hopes. As my cock grew Rene began to slow wank my cock and she moved up to whisper in my ear.

"I can do anything I like"

"I know" I croaked, "my throat is dry."

"You are in my power, I can pleasure you as often as I like and you cannot stop me. This means that I can follow The Lords command and pleasure you, without you stopping me by pleasuring me again and again. I like this."

"Do you not like me pleasuring you?" I asked as she rolled onto me and fisted my cock against her fanny.

"Oh Lord, yes, more than you can ever know, but the Lord commanded me to pleasure you, and you never seem to allow me to." She spoke as she settled herself down onto my cock and began a gently rock back and forth.

"But by letting me pleasure you gives me pleasure," I said, trying to flex my hips to assist with the fuck.

"That is not what the Lord means and you know it."

I didn't say anything, there was no arguing with some people. She stopped rocking and then I felt the familiar moves as she rubbed her clitoris as my cock pressed inside her. I flexed back and forth giving a gentle rock inside her as she rubbed herself. I made encouraging noises, murmuring ooh and aah and found that I was bringing myself to a peak rather than helping to stimulate Rene.

I started to gasp as my breath caught in my throat and a tightness gripped my balls, the sac seemed to small and tight to hold them. I could feel every little ridge inside her as she moved, I could feel my foreskin sliding over my cockhead and then I felt her muscles tighten and clamp me, and then I don't know, I don't know what I felt. An explosion ripped though me, tendrils of pleasure and pain joined my balls and my nipples and I ejaculated, filling her and grunting as I came.

As I came out of the orgasm I realised that Rene was coming down too, her rocking had slowed and she was gasping her breaths along with me and was sighing 'aah's as she exhaled. She leant forward on me and kissed me and I felt a small warmth in my groin as in her relaxing she let a little escape and a big sigh escaped her.

She lay on me kissing me and fondling me for a few minutes and then got up. I felt my arms untied, and I pulled the blindfold off as she untied my legs.

"I need a pee" I said and stood, my legs feeling quite wobbly as I almost staggered to the ensuite. Rene followed me and put her arms around me and held my cock as I emptied my bladder.

"That feels so incredible" she said as I gave a few muscular squirts and emptied myself.

"Just the drips" I said, and she pulled the skin back and forth and waggled me to dispel the drips. Back in the bedroom I looked at the clock. It was after midnight. My god it was a good job Ronnie wasn't coming home for another few hours. Back in the bedroom she pulled the quilt back and we got in, snuggling under the duvet, Rene laying behind me, her arms around me. It was a lovely warm feeling, one that I missed, one that I did not have often enough.

"It's five," a voice whispered in my ear, "I ought to go it is getting light." I rolled onto my back, still half sleeping. I awoke fully as her hand went down my stomach and gripped my cock, my morning glory growing immediately, my cock ready for duty, and she rolled onto me, sliding her fanny over my cock, she was wet and aroused.

She kissed me as she fucked me, my foreskin sliding back and forth as she worked at me, her fanny muscles squeezing and relaxing and we both sighed in contentment. She changed her position slightly and I felt her clitoris as it rubbed over my pubis, and felt my orgasm approaching like a steady train out of a tunnel. It wasn't an express, but I couldn't stop it, I was breathing in hiccup mode, gulping and gasping and then a long drawn 'oh' as I came, ejaculating in her, I think I beat her by a few seconds. She pushed herself harder on to me and then gave short laughs and darted kisses at me and her fanny spasmed and pushed my softening cock out.

"Oh wow," she said, "what a way to start a day."

"Indeed," I said, "wow."