Dangerous Pleasures

By day, Derek is a struggling journalist drowning in rejection. By night, he's the master of his own decadent world, where Heather, his devoted submissive, exists only to please him. Every night, she greets him on her knees, her body his to command-soft, eager, and willing.

Bound by desire and the unspoken hunger between them, their nights blur into a feverish haze of pleasure and punishment. She lives to serve; he lives to take. But as the boundaries between dominance and obsession fade, Derek must decide-does he own her, or has she already mastered him?

Enjoy..

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Derek closed his laptop, signaling that it was the end of his work shift. He had spent the last twelve hours working tirelessly on a news article that had been turned down by his boss three times already. In the past month, she had only run one of his articles.

He put on his brown jacket and packed his laptop up in his briefcase. It was pathetic how he had allowed himself to fall so far.

He took the subway home every night to his lonely apartment in midtown Manhattan. There, no one paid attention to any of the strange faces that passed in the street and every scream was muffled by the sound of the buses honking their horns.

He entered a very shabby and dimly lit apartment. He was greeted by his servant, Heather, who was dressed in a form fitting French maid outfit. Her skin was light and pale, with long blonde hair that was braided and out of her face. Her eyes were a soft blue.

She wore a black garter belt attached to her nude stockings. On her petite and docile feet was a pair of three-inch heels. The heel was just long enough to give her legs an extra bit of sexiness but not enough to make her taller than he was. She greeted him with her head slightly bowed and her eyes to his shoes.

"Welcome home, master," she said, bending down to her knees. She kissed both of his shoes and kept her head down.

"You may take them off," Derek said, removing his own jacket and placing his briefcase on a table next to the door. He watched as she slowly and gently untied his black dress shoes.

Every movement she made was fluid and graceful. It was hard to believe that in high school, she used to be a cheerleader, full of spunk and bursting with energy. Little did he know that she would become this beautiful creature that served him in his own home.

Their relationship was not something that many people would understand, even in a city as liberal as New York. He started dating her in college, after a night of partying at a local get together.

She had a disease that made her obsessed with servitude. After she had fully blossomed in her junior year of college, she could no longer contain herself and picked him out of the crowd of horny young men at a party. Why she had picked him, he would never know, but she had given him a night he would always remember- and her virginity.

He walked to the bathroom as Heather put his briefcase and jacket away. She always had a hot bath waiting for him to soak into after a long day at work. Next to the tub was a glass of red wine. He quickly undressed, tossed all of his clothes aside, and lowered himself into the steaming hot water.

His muscles instantly loosened and he was in a world of relaxation. The wine brought a wonderful warming sensation to his face. Even after four years of having Heather, he would never get bored of her willingness to bend to his every will.

After his bath, Heather dressed him in his bathrobe and followed behind him as he walked to the living room. He sat down on a recliner and leaned back, sighing with pleasure. She got on her knees and bowed her head again.

"May I please my master?" she asked.

"Do so," he loved it when she asked that question. He leaned back a little more to get himself comfortable.

Heather inched herself closer to him and then moved to his crotch. He was already nice and erect for her. She grabbed the base of his penis and opened her little mouth to suck on the head of his cock.

"Mmmm..." he moaned softly, feeling the initial wetness of her beautiful lips.

She began to swallow more of him, little by little, until his whole cock was deep in her mouth. Her throat was tight but she forced it in anyway.

He could feel the back of her throat closing with every thrust as she tried her hardest not to gag on his thickness. His balls tightened up against him as he felt her thrust his cock faster and faster down her throat.

"Ugh..." he sighed, watching her blonde head move back and forth rhythmically.

"Look up at me," he commanded. Instantly, her blue eyes looked up innocently at him as she continued to keep sucking him off.

"Fuck..." he said, grabbing the armrests of the recliner with both of his hands,

"I'm getting so close..." She knew exactly what to do. With a finger, she reached under his balls and pressed against the sensitive skin as she thrust his cock down her throat.

He could feel her swallow and her throat tighten up while she pressed against the outside of his prostate. The pleasure was building up at the head of his cock.

"Ugh..." he moaned, feeling more pressure build up. Even though he thought it was impossible, she managed to get him even deeper in her throat. Despite the fact he was about to bust it all over her throat, he pushed her off of him.

He grabbed his cock and bounced it a few times in his hand, trying to calm himself down. He was not ready to cum yet.

"Did I say make me cum?" he asked her, raising his voice.

She closed her eyes tightly and whispered, "No master."

"You have made me unhappy. Come here."

He pulled out the rope from the middle of his bathrobe. The bathrobe fell off behind him as he stood up.

Heather crawled towards him, whimpering.

"Lay down," he said, sternly. Obediently, she lied down.

He positioned her wrists next to a leg of the table and tied her there. He had nailed his coffee table down for this exact reason. Taking a knife from the top of the table, he gently sliced down the front of her outfit.

She did not wear any panties beneath her garter belt and her waxed, beautiful pussy was exposed. He put the knife down on the ground and gave her pussy a good lick. She always tasted sweet.

"Mmm!" she let out a moan. He spread her legs wide open and buried his tongue deep inside her, before moving it towards her clit. Her clit twitched as her back began to arch. He massaged her with his tongue, moving it in circular motions.

"Ah... ugh..." she moaned softly. He eased his index finger inside her, feeling how wet her silky pussy was getting. It was time.

His cock was still erect and throbbing. He pulled apart her cut open outfit, exposing beautiful C cup breasts with perky pink nipples. He grabbed one of them with his fingers.

"Oh..." she sighed, closing her eyes. Then he thrust his cock inside her, tearing apart her pussy that was always so tight, no matter what he did to her. He could feel her silky wetness lubricating his cock upon his entry.

"Ugh!" she moaned a little louder. He squeezed her nipple harder,

"Be quiet."

With one hand still on her nipple and the thumb of his other hand against her clit, he began to fuck her missionary style. Her pussy contracted immediately as she struggled to keep her moans quiet.

"Oh yeah..." Derek said, fucking her harder and harder. Her pussy kept getting wetter and wetter for him and he knew she was enjoying it. It took all of his concentration to not finish before she did. It was always worth it for him.

Despite his efforts, he could feel the climax building up in the head of his cock again. He tried to turn his eyes away from her beautiful tits, which were bouncing in circular motions. Still, her pussy gripped him tighter and tighter. He licked his thumb and started rubbing her clit again.

"Ugh..." she moaned, "Mm!"

She clenched her lips tightly to not be too loud. Her pussy contracted one more time as she squeezed his cock with all her might. He could not hold it in anymore.

"Fuck!" he yelled, "Ugh!" He rammed his cock completely inside her and let his climax pulse right out of the head of his cock.

At the same time, she kept squeezing, letting a stream of cum squirt from her pussy all over him. The warm sensation forced him to cum, each pulse with more force than the next until he had completely filled up her pussy.

"Oh..." he said, weakly, untying her from the coffee table. He sat back, cock covered with both of their cum.

Like the good slave she was, she crawled towards him again, clothes still ripped, and licked every bit of cum off of his cock.

Matt Le Blanch has a confession-he's a sex addict. Attending his first recovery meeting, he shares his insatiable hunger, but it's Mila, a curvaceous Russian beauty, who ignites his deepest cravings. Four days without pleasure? He can't imagine it.

That night, lost in fantasies of Mila's uninhibited body, Matt surrenders to his urges, plunging into a world of raw, unfiltered ecstasy. With every touch, every moan, he spirals deeper into his addiction-until desire and reality blur.

Will these meetings cure his obsession... or only fuel the fire?

Enjoy reading..

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'I have a confession to make. My name it Matt le Blanch and I am a sex addict.'

It was the first time I had attended one of 'those' meetings but I had to do something... sex was taking over any semblance of the life I had had left.

The group welcomed me, then were quiet while I spoke.

'I have been addicted to sex since I was 18. I usually have sex with a partner 2-3 times a day. More on weekends.

'I also masturbate once or twice a day. I feel its normal for me. But my girlfriends don't seem to think so. They all smile at first, but after a while they think it's too much. I hope sharing this with you helps.'

Most of the group took their turn to stand up and talk. There were men and women both old and young, each of them here for the same reason.

Sex addiction. Or so we were told.

I watched with interest as Mila stood up. She was a Russian girl who had just immigrated to the US and came to the meetings to appease her partner who had no way of keeping up with her and told her she had a problem.

She was round, not thin like most girls; she is what you would call a lady. She had deep sexy eyes that I knew contains a keg of dynamite that would go off the moment a fuse make contact.

'It has been four days since I last enjoyed myself sexually.' said Mila.

The roomed gave a small but enthusiastic clap. She smiled and took her seat.

The lady that ran the class, a counselor named Miss Watson stood and thanked us all for coming and sharing.

She pointed to a small table with tea, coffee and biscuits and invited us all to take refreshment. The orange juice was powdered. I was warned to stay away. I did. I took a coffee and a Monte Carlo biscuit. I dipped the biscuit few times, drank half the coffee and left.

I went home and thought about the group. And Mila. Four days!

'I cant go four hours.' I thought.

My cock as if woken by the thought stirred in my pants. I laid on the bed and pulled out some lube.

My top draw had all kinds of toys I used with my friends - but they were not here tonight. I pulled out the buzzing bullet and placed it under the head of my cock. The feeling was amazing.

I held it tight as I rolled back over and pulled out more toys grabbing a handful of stuff and dropping it on the bed next to me.

I found the nipple clamps I use with Sarah and put one on my left nipple. It stung so good.

My cock was throbbing at the pain sensation. I then slowly clipped the right one on.

'Oooohhhh fuck shit that's soooooo ohhhhhhh!' I cried out.

My cock was even harder then before and started to spit pre-cum out adding to the second coating of lube I had squeezed onto my hand.

The buzzer was working its little buttons off, directly on my pleasure spot. Right under the head, on the under-side of my shaft.

Chicks seem to lick around and suck the top of the head then try to shove the cock down the back of their throats.

I hope it's for their pleasure.

If it's for mine suck my balls and my pleasure spot and I'm a happy man.

Guys get it and seem to know exactly where to suck when I have one over.

Do guys suck better then girls?... I'm not sure just different.

I found the small 5 spot balls tied together as anal beads and lubed them up. Then I lubed up my ass hole and slid them in one by one until all five were inside me.

I adjusted the nipple clamps to a different angle as I started to pull on the end of my cock.

Again as my head laid on the pillow my mind went back to Mila. And four days!

I pulled one of my clamps a bit, tugging on my nipple a even more sending pleasure direct to my hard fuck shaft. My hand was working furiously as I wiggled on the bed feeling the anal beads move inside me.

Mila's face kept popping into my head as I worked my cock in the way only I know how. I started to feel the pleasure train start its long, distant journey with its load of Me juice.

My hand reached between my legs pulling out the first ball from my ass.

'Ohh God fuck that's good.' I cried.

My nipples ached so good as the small bead popped out of my ass. I grabbed my balls pulling them hard then returning my hand back to my cock.

Mila again entered my mind.

'She just needs someone to give her a good long fucking... there isn't anything wrong with her.' I thought.

I imagined bending her over in the middle of the group. Her legs spread wide on two chairs, the room sitting around us watch encouraging us as I fucked her merciless from behind. Like I know she needs.

The train that was in the far off distance was now in view, the smoke stack was blowing and it was heading in my direction.

I reached down again pulling the nipple clamps off and squeezed on my nipples one then the other as I pulled the next ball out of my ass.

'Aaaaarrrrrgghhhhh fuck her bitch that's F U C K I N G sooo good.' .

My body shook with the pleasure it was receiving I grabbed my balls again and pulled them hard as I squeezed my nipples with my other spare hand. My cock was aching to be pulled again.

I pulled it harder and faster now, as I had moved to the front of Mila in my mind and was fucking her face with her hungry mouth taking it all.

Miss Watson was now standing behind her in her white counselor's coat sliding her fingers deep inside Mila's cunt as I fucked her face. The rest still glued to their chairs either playing with their cocks or rubbing their cunts but staying still on their pleasure thrones.

My head swimming with a virtual orgy I hear the train horn too as it crosses a bridge entering the tunnel of no retreat. I pull the third then forth ball together

'Ohhh fuck.' I scream loud 'Yes yes. Fuck yes!'

My cock was now shivering and shaking with excitement as it felt the fast approaching arrival of the express pleasure train.

Mila is on her back now on the tea table my cock buried beep inside her. The others are gathered around her - the guys chanting

'Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her!'

The girls saying

'Take it. Take it. Take it!'

We are in the middle and both doing as requested

Miss Watson is standing in front, watching us, and marking her board as if we were under some exam process.

'Toot! Toooot!' the commotion starts to scream in my ears sending impulses of pleasure heading through my soul through the base of my cock and balls.

I reach over and pull my cock harder, I see Mila's face screw up

'Fuck me!' she screams as she starts to orgasm over the place.

Miss Watson has abandoned the clip board and her hand is rubbing her cunt fiercely as she is cumming as well.

My balls bash into Mila's ass and I pound.

Locked, loaded and no retreat available I start to shake my whole body quivering with pleasure. I pull the last bead out of my ass and loads of cum shoots from my cock into abandon spaces.

But in my head all over Mila's sweet, sweat-soaked body. I pull and pull until till every one of the pleasure bullets have hit their mark and extinguished the hot fire that was burning inside me.

Pushing the toys to the floor I wiped the cum off me with the towel I keep beside the bed.

I smiled - the pleasure still pulsating through me making my softening cock flick.

'Something wrong with Mila?... I don't think so just the losers that couldn't please her.'

I am looking forward to my next sex addicts' meeting.

Patrice was 23 and her friend Sharon was 21.

On this particular morning, a Saturday, they were both free with no classes to attend, so they decided to sleep some more.

Patrice was the first to get up. She looked across to the next bed where Sharon slept. She was resting peacefully but what caught Patrice's eyes was the white skin of her thighs and a slightly exposed nipple. She felt a tingly sensation in her pussy and she wanted to touch Sharon so badly.

She was nervous. She had never done it with a girl before, but by just thinking about it, her nipples hardened.

Slowly she walked over to Sharon's bed and lay next to her. Sliding her hands under the silky negligee, Patrice began caressing Sharon's milky white breasts. Slowly she slipped one tit out and placed the nipples between her fingers. She lowered her head, taking the nipple into her soft mouth with her right hand as she lowered her left hand into Sharon's clean, shaved pussy and slowly massaged her clit.

All this time Sharon was asleep but when Patrice inserted her finger she heard Sharon moan softly. Their eyes met. Patrice thought Sharon would be offended. Instead Sharon flashed her a smile and said, 'please don't stop, this feels so good.'

With confidence then, Patrice removed Sharon's pink panties to expose her tiny pink pussy, which was already getting wet. She inserted two of her fingers and continued stroking as Sharon moaned in ecstasy. With the other hand Sharon helped Patrice out of her pants and started licking her pussy. Both girls wanted to keep the action going, but they were interrupted by Patrice's telephone ringing. It was her dad.

She picked it up lazily and said 'Hello.'

Then, after a two-minute conversation Patrice told Sharon, 'I'm sorry but I have to go. My dad wants to see me for a couple of minutes. Let's continue this later.

Patrice hit the shower and left quickly.

Sharon remained on the bed, disappointed and horny. She wanted to have sex and she wanted it bad. After taking a shower and having some breakfast she called her boyfriend, Tony.

'Hey, Tony, how are you?' she said.

'I'm good, what's up baby?' he replied.

'I'm lonely. Do you have a couple of minutes to spare?' she asked.

'I'm a little busy at the moment but I'll swing by later this afternoon,' he replied after a pause.

Sharon smiled, for she knew Tony never fails to keep appointments and he never disappoints when he starts fucking. As she tossed the phone on the bed she realized she had been fingering herself during their conversation.

Patrice's meeting with her father took longer than expected. She returned to their shared room at around five in the evening. Patrice froze when she opened the door. There on her bed was her roommate, Sharon, stark naked on her back with her legs wide open.

A man's back faced Patrice. She couldn't tell who it was, because his head was buried deep in Sharon's pussy. The room filled with moans as Patrice moved slowly to the couch to watch. The action across the room aroused her and she started undressing. She removed her blouse and skirt, leaving on just her matching white pants and bra. She knew Sharon had a boyfriend, but had never met him. But going by how Sharon talked about him, Patrice knew this was the man making her grind her waist and moan loudly.

She wanted to join the action but was a little hesitant about having group sex. Instead she resorted to fondling her breasts and fingering herself. Just then Sharon screamed in an earth-shattering orgasm. As Sharon lifted her head, she saw her friend pleasuring herself on the couch across the room.

'Patrice, what are you doing alone? Why don't you join us? This is Tony,' Sharon said, as she tried to catch her breath.

Tony stood up to reveal his well-built body and well-toned muscles.

His cock was amazing as it stood in its full glory. He started kissing Patrice on the lips and she responded with equal desire.

He moved his hands behind her back and undid her bra to release her full and firm breasts. Tony's fingers gently pinched her nipples. As Patrice let out a small moan, he continued teasing her.

He moved to kiss her earlobes, and down to the nape of her neck. Tony whispered into Sharon's eyes, 'how bad do you want me?' Patrice replied, 'let me show you how' and slowly inserted a finger into her dripping wet pussy, wetting it before shoving it into Tony's mouth. He sucked it gently.

'Your pussy tastes sweet,' he said. 'I want more of that juice.'

Sharon had regained her breath and headed over to join the action.

Tony lay on his back. He motioned Patrice to place her sweet pussy directly on his mouth while Sharon sucked his huge cock. The feeling reverberated all over Patrice's body as she spread her thighs even wider. Tony was an expert. Using his finger she spread her pink cunt lips and shoved his tongue inside where he rubbed her clit vigorously. Patrice moaned with pleasure as Sharon joined to suck her nipples and kiss her warm, soft lips.

She knew that they would both enjoy multiple orgasms, and her own was coming sooner other than later.

'I'm close to coming,' Patrice whispered.

This made Tony increase his pace as and Sharon bit one nipple and squeezed the other. As the first wave of orgasm engulfed her, Tony spread her pussy lips even wider as Patrice shivered and her whole body exploded in pleasure.

Patrice screamed.

'Oh ... fuck ... I'm coming ... fuck ... I'm com ... ing,' as she splashed her sweet pussy juice into Tony's mouth.

As the last jolt ripped through Patrice's body her knees felt weak. She collapsed on the bed panting, sweat dripping from every part of her body.

'Don't think we're finished,' Sharon told her, as she and Tony moved closer.

Tony knelt in front of the two ladies and started stroking his cock. It was the most erotic thing Patrice had ever seen. She hoped he would come on their tits, or better yet, in her mouth. She wanted to swallow cum from his swollen hard cock.

After a few more seconds Patrice felt a warm and salty cum touch her lips while the rest went all the way to Sharon's tits. She had never seen a man do that before and this made her pussy tingle and her nipples hardened once more.

Patrice and Sharon took turns sucking the thick warm cum from each other's tits and face, while Tony caught his breath. They all knew what would follow. The girls continued to pleasure each other as Tony watched. After five minutes they could see his cock was semi-erect and it only required a little help to regain its full length.

Sharon and Patrice took turns sucking his cock and balls while Tony let out small moans of pleasure. Before long, his massive cock stood at its full length, ready to devour the two pink cunts that were begging for more.

'Patrice, you go first. I want you to taste my boyfriend's cock now. Get on all fours,' said Sharon.

Patrice was happy beyond words as she took up the position that opened her pussy for Tony's huge cock. Tony's huge dick slid effortlessly into her pussy. He held her hips and moved in and out.

Sharon moved to the front and spread her pink pussy in front of Patrice. She pulled Patrice's head right to her cunt lips while caressing her own tits. They switched places and Tony continued ramming their wanting cunts. After a while, Sharon suggested they ride Tony, so he lay on his back and Patrice moved on top of him. Sharon guided Tony's expert finger and it wasn't long before Patrice started screaming and they both knew she was coming.