The first chapter of Best of Both Worlds told how I got to know my shy blonde classmate Robyn, and discovered to my delight that she had a fully functional little cock, and described how we spent our first night together. So, maybe read that first.nnI thought this would be a single-episode story, and much appreciate the reader who said s/he got off on it so much that s/he was looking forward to the sequel; and that got me thinking.nnRobyn and I immediately began to spend as much time as we could together, both of us amazed to find a lover who fulfilled our most private erotic imaginings and fantasies. I'd like to tell you how our sex life together developed.nnWhen we were together in the evening, Robyn liked to wear a loose skirt, and began to tease me as we talked by raising a knee and giving me a glimpse of her panties. The panties she always wore were plain and straightforward and quite tight, either simple white briefs or boy shorts, but in both cases panties that could hold her little cock in, and avoid any tell-tale bulge when she was wearing jeans. In the evenings she generally wore the simple white briefs, and soon realised how immediately I responded to these quick flashes; she would smile, and then give me a slightly longer look, before tucking her knees demurely down again beneath her skirt. But of course she was inviting me to look at her and respond to her, and she began to leave one knee raised as she talked, with her hands casually wrapped round it, but showing me the whole swathe of white cotton that covered her cock.nnThe first time she stayed sitting like this, we just went on talking; she was clearly amused that she could see how distracting her panty-play was, before we went off to bed and fucked each other silly. But the next evening I moved beside her on the sofa when she flashed her panties, and began to stroke her thighs, before reaching further to that band of cotton, gently feeling round the shape of her little cock and balls through the material, and thrilled to feel her tense and stiffen between my fingers. Soon her cock was hard and upright in her panties, and I went on tickling and softly stroking it through the white cotton, teasing her by touching her so gently, but also beginning to set up a steady rhythm with my hand as she pressed against me. And soon I felt that familiar tell-tale extra stiffening as she pressed her rigid little shaft against my hand, and she gasped as she spurted into her panties, with a delicious wet stain spreading out across the white cotton. I leaned forward and kissed the tip through the fabric as she finished coming, and sucked some of the sweet cum out of the cotton, before pulling the panties aside and gently licking the final drops from around her tip and her soft foreskin.nnA few days later, we were sitting as usual after supper, and Robyn was smiling at me in a way that suggested that she had another surprise for me; and when she raised her knee I saw what it was. Instead of her usual demure panties, she was wearing a pair of loose, lacy French knickers -- the sort of knickers she could never wear in daytime because they would not hold her penis in place. The material was partly see-through, and I could clearly see the outline of her cock, and one of her little hairless balls was just showing, pressed sideways by the lacy edges of the knickers. Just showing herself to me like this was clearly exciting her, as her cock was pressing out against the material before I began to touch her. My first instinct was to plunge my face down on the lace and suck her through it, but I held back, but decided to do it all with my mouth and tongue. So, I pulled her thighs wide apart and knelt down between her knees, very softly kissing and licking the inside of her thighs as I watched her cock stiffen in the lacy panties.

An hour later Lisa was in Kalie's house. Kalie had called Prince on the way back and he promised to be there. They were all very excited. This was going to be a special Friday night. nnWhen Lisa and Kalie walked in, prince was already home. The lights were dim and a whiff of aromatic oil in the air. Prince was on the couch of his Central London studio apartment. Lisa gasped a bit when she saw him. Prince was wearing a long Silk black robe, his briefs showing through only slightly. Lisa could see the package it held back and it looked big and juicy. His skin was smooth and bronze and he had the most charming smile she had ever seen. nn"Welcome Lisa. Welcome to the den." he said.nnPrnce ran his eyes over Lisa. He liked what he saw. She was a petite 5 ft girl. Frizzy blonde hair. She was not skinny but very curvy. Her 36C full breasts were held back by a white top.

AUTHORS' NOTE: Hi, everyone! For those who haven't read the first two chapters, this chapter might not make sense. This series is written so that the chapters follow a chronological sequence, so that if story-line is important to you, you may find the previous two installments under NON-CONSENT/RELUCTANCE. In any case, we hope you find the sex hot and nasty. Enjoy! nnFrom CHAPTER TWO: nnSome hours later, her husband is shocked to find his wife tied up and his safe rifled. The investigating detectives, noting her bruises, the rope she'd been tied with, and the Professional manner in which the alarm system had been disabled, had no reason to suspect the "prim and proper" housewife.nnA few days later, Marilyn's husband decides to take her with him when he goes on a business trip to Vegas. While he is out at his seminar, Marilyn calls the pager number her masked rapist/lover had given her before making her getaway. In the sumptuous suite where they are staying, Marilyn's "safe" is "rifled" very thoroughly and professionally by the dildo-strapped professional thief. Butt-fucked to non-stop orgasms, the sexy redhead is waiting like a good little wifey when her spouse arrives.nn"Honey, do you smell that?", he asks, sniffing the air. "I can't put my finger on it, but WHEW!, it stinks!"nnMarilyn knows EXACTLY what it is: her mystery lover had plowed her ass so deep and so hard that she'd been unable to stop farting. nn"I'll call downstairs and get them to send a maid up" she says, moving toward the phone. With her back turned, her hubby can't see the secret smile curving her lips as she punches in the number: nnCHAPTER THREEnnIt is NOT the number to the front desk; it is her new lover's pager number. Even as she punches in "1230" (the time her husband will leave the room yet again for a lunch meeting), she says "Yes; will you send a maid up to our suite, please? My husband is complaining of a foul odor.

As a man, have you ever fucked your partner wearing a strapon?nnIt is truly a unique experience. You can see the pleasure that you are giving your partner, but can feel nothing physical yourself. The pleasure you feel is internal, psychological. You feel empowered because you are giving that pleasure to someone else. Your pleasure is irrelevant because of this.nnFor my Wife and I, this is the nature of Domination and submission.nnShe takes what She needs. I give it to Her however I can, however She desires it.nnAnd right now She desires to be fucked senseless by a huge, monster strapon cock She has placed on me, while my real member is encased in an ingenious chastity cage below it.nnI can't but help feel a pang of regret as I look at my wife spreading Her legs wide, beckoning me to come and fuck Her. Regret that I won't be feeling the incredible velvety embrace of Her pussy on my manhood. Regret that I have become merely an extension of that dildo; a means to make it work better for Her. Regret that I won't be cumming with Her.nnBut, at the same time, it is an absolute pleasure to be able to please Her! So I tend to my responsibilities with vigour! I mount Her and She greedily grabs that monster cock and feeds it to Her pussy.nnThe look on Her face is one of sheer ecstasy as I pushed the dong up inside Her. "Oh FUCK!" She yells as it finally bottoms out.