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Playtime

By: bigdav



I awoke about noon to find Dolores already up and in the shower. I joined her and we spent a pleasant half hour soaping each other's bodies before screwing energetically against the wall of the shower. She was as beautiful as I remembered from the night before and seeing her svelte body naked for the first time was glorious. I dressed quickly and was finishing a belated breakfast when Dolores appeared from the bedroom. I turned and gasped; she was dressed all in black leather. A leather waistcoat that barely covered her breasts, a leather micro mini and sheer tights.

"Dressed to kill huh," I said.

"Dressed for shopping," she said, " come on."

We piled into my Subaru Impreza and took off... me following her directions. I was acutely aware of her naked thighs inches from my left hand when I changed gear. We stopped at a couple of shops where I was instructed to wait in the car while she filled the back seat with various carrier bags. Our last stop was at a shopping mall well out of town and on the way back I could resist temptation no longer. My hand dropped onto her thigh and began to work its way under the skirt. Dolores laughed softly and spread her thighs a little to give easier access.

"I wondered how long it would take," she whispered.

By this time my questing fingers had found that once again she wasn't wearing panties and her cunt was dripping wet. My questing fingers made short work of the thin material of the tights, I slid a couple of fingers into her juicy cunt and she moaned. Her own hand slid over and began massaging my cock through my jeans.

"If you carry on like that we'll crash," I said.

"Then pull over so I can get to work," she demanded.

I pulled swiftly into a lay by as Dolores finished unzipping my rapidly hardening cock. I had barely braked the car to a halt when her head dipped and she took me in her mouth. She sucked gently on my cockhead before running her tongue down the full length of my cock. My fingers resumed my exploration of her cunt as her head bobbed up and down over my prick. Suddenly she straightened up and swung a leg over me, slowly lowering her wet pussy onto my rock hard meat.

"Aaaaw fuck but that feels so good," she sighed.

She began to work herself up and down on my cock, her cunt muscles tightening and releasing as she ground her hips into my crotch. I opened the front of her waistcoat and drooped my head to her breasts, flicking my tongue across her erect nipples. She was already close to orgasm and the tightness of her snatch was bringing me to the edge as well. With one final mutual thrust we orgasmed, my seed pumping into her as she slumped onto my shoulder. She lifted her head and grinned at me.

"Nothing like an appetizer to get you in the mood for the main event eh."

She clambered off me and we drove back to the flat at high speed, both impatient to carry on with our explorations.

Upon arrival at her apartment she took the bags into the bedroom saying she had to change. I stripped off and lay on the couch, idly watching a porn movie on the DVD player. What appeared in the door way was every man's schoolgirl fantasy. Her long blonde hair was swept back in a ponytail tied with a white satin ribbon; it shone like pale satin and bobbed deliciously whenever she moved her head. Her delicate features were almost devoid of make up, the rosebud lips just the right shade of pink, the slender neck a poem in alabaster white. Her blouse was crisp and white, just sufficiently transparent as to hint at a white lace bra underneath. The school tie was neatly knotted and finished just above the waste band of a short plaid skirt that reached to about mid thigh. The ensemble was completed by a pair of white knee socks stretched over her slim calves. She turned her back and slid the back of her skirt up with one hand revealing that superb ass covered with what appeared to be an incredibly tight pair of white silk panties. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled that lazy, knowing smile of hers.

"You like?"

"Damn right I like, and so does he," I said, pointing at my by now achingly erect member.

She giggled as I rose from the couch and picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom and dropping her on the bed. I lay beside her taking her in my arms and kissing her full on the mouth. She smelt of perfume and tasted of mint toothpaste. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, biting gently on it while relishing the feel of her body pressed against mine. Even dressed as a schoolgirl she was obviously all woman.

"I've been so very naughty Sir," she whispered in my ear, "are you going to punish me!"

"Oh yes.. naughty girls always get punished.. I think I'm gonna tie you up and spank you. What do you think of that?"

"Yes please," she giggled, rolling over and thrusting her butt into the air. Twitching her ponytail out of the way I kissed the back of her neck while letting my hand drift down to fondle the smooth curve of her shapely behind. I moved around to her feet and flipped up her skirt. A dark damp patch was spreading across the crotch of her panties.

"You really are a horny little thing aren't you," I laughed.

"You don't know the half of it," she replied.

I bent forward and kissed the firm mounds of her ass before running my tongue down the back of her right thigh, I paused to lick the back of her knee while my hands slid the white knee sock down her smooth calf. I ran my lips down her leg to the ankle and then licked my way along the sole of her foot till I reached her dainty little toes. I took these into my mouth ..sucking and licking them. A stifled groan from further up the bed told me how much she was appreciating this attention. I repeated the performance with her other leg and , glancing up, I saw that her own hand had wormed its way into her panties and she now had two fingers up her own pussy.

"Naughty naughty," I said, "little girls shouldn't play with themselves."

Swiftly I went to the head of the bed and tied her hands firmly to the bedstead using the knee socks. She grinned up at me and wriggled her ass provocatively in the air. Moving back down the bed I peeled her panties down. I held them to my face, drinking in the heady aroma of her juices. Going to the dressing table I picked up a shiny metal vibrator and slid it gentle into her wet cunt. Then I resumed my oral explorations, firstly kissing her ass and tonguing her anus. I could feel her vagina spasm around the vibe every time my tongue touched her anal ring. Then I licked my way down her legs again and spent another fifteen minutes or so caressing her feet, these seemed to be one of her major erogenous zones as she was swearing and moaning softly into the pillow by the time I had finished. I moved back up the bed and, removing the vibe, I replaced it with my tongue. My first lick across her clitoris had her bucking up and down and when I stuck my tongue in deep and sucked out her juices she went wild. She was cumming repeatedly and my mouth was awash with juice. It tasted like nectar, both sweet and tangy. 

I picked up her discarded panties and rubbed them along her pussy, soaking them with her own excretions. I then knelt behind her and drove my prick into her cunt, holding her own cum soaked panties under her nose at the same time. She orgasmed again, writhing madly against her bonds, her ass was gyrating under me, her breathing fast, irregular and she was making little growling noises in the back of her throat. I fell into a regular rhythm, stroking slowly and deliberately in and out. Her blouse was now soaked with sweat and I reached underneath her to undo the buttons. I pulled down her bra to expose her breasts, kneading and pinching her nipples. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"I want to fuck your ass, I want to cum up your tight little asshole."

"Oh yes..yes..please...yes..." she almost screamed.

I withdrew my prick from her pussy and used some of her juices to lubricate the tight brown button of her anus. She moaned as I pushed my thumb in and worked it around. I picked up the vibe and slid it back into her cunt before gently easing the head of my engorged prick into her anus. My God she was tight. Her rectum gripped like a vice as I gently began to move in and out. She was moaning and gasping continuously now as I ploughed her ass. I worked her clit with the vibrator at the same time and leaned forward to lick the sweat off the back of her neck. She orgasmed time and time again, the vibrator became almost too slippery to hold as her cunt squirted more and more juice. I found my own balls tightening as I prepared for orgasm. When it hit me I think I must have blacked out for a moment, it felt so intense as I pumped squirt after squirt of my thick white cum into her ass.

I pulled out and sat up, removing the vibrator from her pussy I couldn't resist giving her one last lick. I leaned over her shoulder and kissed her cheek as I undid the socks binding her wrists.

"You are incredible," I whispered, "a love Goddess come to life."

She rolled over and gave me a contented smile. I reached down and kissed her softly on the lips.

"So what are we gonna do tomorrow?" she asked with an impertinent grin.

Playtime



You walk up to where I’m sitting, facing away from you, moving closer until your crotch grazes my shoulder.

I smile and turn around, laughing up at you but playing along.

I reach my hand out to your shorts and rub it over your hardening cock. As it stiffens I wrap my hand around it, slowly stroking down to where your balls are and cupping them.

Soon I see you’re getting so hard that your shorts look almost painful where they press against you. I slip a hand up one of the legs of your shorts and grab the top of your scrotum tightly. You close your eyes and take a sharp breath and that’s enough to encourage me.

Keeping a hold of you, I grab one arm of the chair and turn it around until I’m facing you. I slide my other hand up your shorts and take turns playing with each of your balls, keeping one hand wrapped around and pulling down on you and causing your cock to press hard into the front of your shorts

I finally relent and remove my hands. As I try to decide what to do with you I pass the time by leaning forward and kissing you low on your stomach right above your shorts. I lick around your belly button down while I grab the top of your shorts and slowly ease the head of your cock out of them and trap it there with just a couple inches poking out. 

I get a thrill from seeing how rigid you are, and gently kiss it, licking my lips first to get them wet, pressing my open wet mouth against it. You put your hands on my shoulders, and I lick and suckle at your cock head until I feel a small spasm go through it, and pull your shorts off of you so I can get a better look at your erection. 

I stand up and take off my clothes too, throwing them in a pile with your shorts. Even though my bra and panties are black, you can clearly see my hard nipples poking thru my bra at you.

As your cock points at me, I’m tempted to take the rest off, but instead I sit down in the chair towards the front of it with my legs slightly spread and tell you what I want.

I tell you I want to see you jerk off for awhile. You look a bit nervous, but you’re excited enough that you’re willing to give it a try.

You slowly wrap your hand around your cock and slide it up and down your shaft - as you do I fantasize about your hand being the sheath of my pussy, and your cock sliding in and out of me. I sigh as I watch, and start anticipating feeling the real thing.

My underwear gets wet as I watch you, and I tell you to move closer to me. You walk up until you’re in front of me and stop, but I tell you to move in between my thighs, and when you do the head of your cock is just a couple of inches from my mouth.

I reach one hand out and just lightly trace my fingertips over your balls and you play with your cock…you mainly stay on the shaft so I can see the head the whole time. I open my mouth to lick my lips, but can’t resist tasting you, so I reach my tongue out so it can lick you instead.

I open my mouth and let you thrust the end of your cock into it, wetting it with my mouth and lightly licking you till I taste precum, and I tongue the hole and moan in pleasure.

I forget my original goal as I wrap one of my hands around your dick and over part of your hand as I draw you deeper and deeper into my mouth 

You move your hand further down over your balls, and I turn my head sideways some so I can slide more of you past my lips. I press my tongue against the side of your cock and I feel you sway a little.

I lean back to look at my handiwork, pleased by the way your cock strains towards me.

I stand up and turn around, glad I left my heeled sandals, since it appears we aren’t making it to the bedroom, and I need the height advantage for what I have in mind.

I turn around, lean over the chair and present my ass to you, and you reach out and grab me. You put one of your hands in front of my thigh, and take the fingers of your other hand and slip it along and into my underwear until the backs of your fingers are grazing my pussy. You wrap your fingers around them and pull them aside until you see my shaved lips. I gasp as the material slides over my pussy, and moan as I feel you slide a leg between mine and kick my feet farther apart until I’m spread for you.

I shudder a little as I feel the head of your cock touch me. You grab your cock, pressing it against me, moving up and down my pussy, coating yourself with my wetness. You pull back for a second, but instead of the hard cock I expected I feel you slip a finger in me first and deeply fuck me with it for a minute. I’m so excited that I clench around your finger, but also so tight around your finger that I wondering how I’m going to fit your cock in me now. 

You stop and again you surprise me - instead of fucking me, you get down on your knees and pull my underwear off of me. You push and hold my legs against the chair, and then I feel your mouth against the back of me, and your tongue plunging deep in my pussy. I instantly get wetter and try to shift my body so my clit is grazing some, any part of you while you tongue fuck me

I hold on to the arms of the chair for dear life as I moan…not just because it feels good but because I'm hoping it will make you so horny you give me the hard fucking im starting to crave desperately now. I sigh as I feel you stop, totally pleased to not know what is coming next, and you grab me and spin me around to you pulling my mouth to yours. You shove your tongue in my mouth and I taste the slight coppery arousing taste of my own pussy - you move your tongue around until all I can taste or smell is my own sex

I try to move closer to you, but you grab my waist and hold me down onto the chair while you kiss me until I’m nearly dizzy, and so wet I can feel my pussy dampening the chair under me.

When you decide I’m worked up enough, you grab me and carry me over to the table, where you perch me on the edge placing me leaning back on my arms, then grabbing my legs and spreading them wide. You look at me and smile at the pleading expression on my face and finally move your cock into position to enter me

Not until I feel the head of your cock slide between my lips do I realize how hot I am inside, and as you enter me I close my eyes and feel the heat shoot up deep inside me while you stretch me wide with your cock. I open my eyes and watch you, taking in your pubic hair grazing and tickling my thighs, and the thick swell of the base of your penis slowly shoving against my pussy lips.

You keep slowly pushing in and out of me, until I get so frantic and I start rocking myself back and forth on you, constantly changing the angle we meet at to try increase your pleasure and to get you excited enough to lose control and screw me without the sense of control you like to keep over the situation - the thought of that makes me moan out loud, and my pleasure triggers eagerness on your part, and I'm rewarded a bit when you start moving faster - ramming deeply into me

I can feel your balls start hitting my ass, and my clit and swelling pussy lips throb every time they touch your body. I’m feeling so close to coming I can barely keep control of myself, and I let my head fall against the wall - I stop being active for a bit and just let the sensations course through me until you tell me there’s no chance of me getting off that easy, and pull me off the table and flip me over, practically ripping my bra off and pressing my tits against the table, sliding your cock up and down the crack of my ass before slipping your cock back inside me.

I reach my hands out to the wall and brace myself while you thrust deep into me, and I feel you move your hands over my body, till they are slipping thru my hair. You gather it all up in one fist and raise me off the table enough to get your other hand under me and around one tit. My nipples instantly get hard, and you start moving your hand from breast to breast, taking turns squeezing my nipples and kneading and pulling on my flesh while I nearly whimper in satisfaction. 

Your cock seems like its getting harder even now as you pound it deep in me over and over, so hard that the table starts banging quietly against the wall, joining the sounds of your heavy breathing and my moans.

The driving motion is pressing my clit into the edge of the table too, and the combination of your hard cock filling me, and the pleasure and pain of the hard pressure on my clit, your handling my breasts, and your fingers grasping my hair send me over the edge. My pussy clamps down, and all of a sudden it feels like its strangling your hard prick. I get the abrupt feeling of being impaled by your cock instead of just fucked, and it leaves me feeling like I just got the breath knocked out of me.

The sensations in my pussy intensify and I almost collapse against you, losing enough control that my cunt slams hard against you and you hit me deep inside

I can’t help but let a scream escape my lips give in, and you yank me up and to you and start biting my neck and shoulder as I cum, and I nearly claw at the table as the waves of my orgasm hit me. I helplessly fall back against you while I feel my pussy milking your cock with each spasm.

You stop moving for a few seconds and take some careful breaths as my orgasm subsides, and then I feel your take a few deep thrusts, moving slowly through my now very tight and very wet pussy. You insist on prolonging my pleasure for another couple minutes, and keep fucking me until your cock can’t take the tight squeezing anymore.

I feel you stiffen against me, and then the sweet feeling of total wetness as your cum shoots deep inside me, and you finally let go, wildly plunging your cock into me until you’ve filled me up, then pulling me close to your body and leaning us both against the table for a minute while we recover.



Playtime



My body was trembling and seeming to be on fire when I finally had a chance to be alone... and do as it was suggested, no ordered for me to do... ~laughs softly and blushes~ I was finally all alone... darkened room, except for the soft glow of a couple of candles I lit for affect... 

Lying back on the bed, soft robe falling open... soft and silky on my skin, causing even more sensations to roll through me. It was as though my skin was extra sensitive... Which of course it was what with the stories we had been reading, never mind the thoughts rolling through my head. Things I'd do to You, just to hear You moan and growl and gasp. 

Well then my fingers started roaming all over my body, cupping my breasts, teasing the peeks to such an aching hardness it was sending shiver and fingers of want lower... down my belly, to my mound... 

Hands exploring my body, feeling my hips arching and thrusting up with want... Knowing I wanted to just plunge my fingers in and frantically fuck myself silly until I exploded, but instead... savoring the feelings and sensations... 

Light teasing touches... driving myself slowly crazy... Brushing lightly across the soft skin of my belly, my thighs, feeling them part, the wickedly sensitive flesh of my inner thighs quivering, muscles tensing... Not touching where I wanted to... My pussy, hot and aching... Still teasing my breasts and nipples at the same time... Low soft moans escaping my lips on occasion... But having to be somewhat quiet because didn't want to wake up the house... 

FINALLY... I allowed my fingers to touch... but only teasingly... the outer lips... Stroking them softly... one fingertip up and down... just brushing on the outside... I could feel my clit throbbing and hardening, wanting to be touched... my fingers twisting and tugging on my nipples harder though... 

Reaching over and finding the slim vibrator and deciding that I'd torture myself even more... Lifting my arm, bringing it to my lips, wetting it... Pressing the tip to my tight dark hole... whimpering as it slowly slid in... when it was all the way in... I turned it on... nearly cumming then and there... The vibrations rolling through me were wickedly delightful... Passing through the thin membrane to my pussy, which by this time was seeping and dripping sweet juices... My body shaking and trembling, rolling on the bed, wanting, needing... Such sweet intense need inside of me, wanting for release... 

Well even while nearly coming undone... gasping for breath... My fingers began teasing some more... still not touching my clit... but moving closer and closer to the heat and wetness... tiny inner lips, drenched... coating my fingertips, unable to resist, bringing my fingers to my lips and licking them, sucking the sweetness off of them. 

Well the taste nearly drove me nuts... feeling it dripping out of me, down the crack of my ass, the vibrator humming wildly... turning it up full speed... plunging my fingers in... FINALLY... So many wicked and wild things rolling through my mind as my fingers slid into the hot velvety wetness of my cunt... Wishing they were Your fingers, Your tongue, Your cock... Hips thrusting and arching up to meet my fingers as they slid in and out... fast and deep... then I begin slowly fucking myself... teasing myself, as I brushed my palm against my clit... Which was achingly hard at this point.

Feeling my muscles contract and throbbing around my fingers, melting against them, thrusting hips up to meet them... I pulled them out slowly... reluctantly... Feeling the vibrations of the vibrator rolling through me... my whole body was shaking and rocking... 

Well, at that point I had to catch my breath, eyes closing, slow even breaths... heart beating wildly beneath my breasts... Fingers still stroking and teasing... stoking the fire, yet not wanting it to burn too far out of control just yet... Had to last as close to an hour as possible. 

Body was hot and shaking, trembling could feel the juices dripping... the vibrator rocking in my ass... My fingers moved down to it... grasping it... sliding it in and out slowly... Moaning... in and out... slowly at first... feeling my muscles relaxing, allowing me to move in and out faster and faster, body quivering and shaking... an orgasm from deep in my ass is like the wildest thing in the world... oh my god... I was sooooo close... Shoved it all the way in and left it there... Not quite falling over the edge... Just barely hanging on... 


Having to gasp, take long slow deep breaths... It was sooo hard not to allow myself to fall over the edge, but I still had more I wanted to do... I had another toy to use... which I did... long thick dildo... bringing it to my lips... sucking on it, wishing it was Your cock, tongue swirling and tasting it, wetting it... my fingers tweaking and teasing my nipples... pulling on them, pinching them tight, rolling them between my fingertips.

Pushing the fake cock further into my mouth, past my lips, getting it wetter... but not needing to because the juices were flowing freely from my pussy. I was slowly driving myself insane, wanting and needing to be fucked, and fucked hard and fast, deep... 

But I was trying to hold off as long as possible... So I brought it down to my lips... my pussy lips... running the head up and down my slit slowly... hips arching... teasing my slit... Pressing it in... Slowly... sooooo slowly... Agonizingly slow. Feeling it slide in, inch by inch... slowly past my lips... deeper... Feeling it filling me stretching me... 

Finally being pushed beyond my control and sliding the last couple of inches of that 8 inch fake cock all the way in... the head of it pressing against my cervix... causing me to cry out... Biting my lips... losing all control at this point... the vibrations of the toy in my ass... the fake cock as I thrust it in and out... Frantic at this point, hips arching meeting my every stroke... fucking myself fast, hearing the wetness as I slid it in and out, the scent of my own arousal filling the air, almost like a feeding frenzy of the sexual sort... Thrusting the toy in and out, legs spread wide, wishing it was You cock sliding in and out of me... whimpering and moaning... quivering... Feeling the explosion as it built up hotter and brighter than before... Knowing that now there was no stopping, no turning back.

Reaching that peak... That point where the body, mind seems to be suspended in mid-air... and then that rush of sensations as they explode violently... surprised at the flood of juices as they seemed to explode from me... My hands sliding that cock in and out, in and out faster and faster... my ass clenching around the vibe... Feeling it sliding out of me... my hips still thrusting and arching... My clit aching... I buried the toy deep inside of me. Fingertips soaked with my own juices, rubbing my clit at this point, round and round, needing more release, more pleasure... Round and round, pinching and pulling it... Screaming as the explosion rocked me for a second... or was it a third time? I'm not sure... All I know is that the sensations were making me feel soooo good... gasping for air, fireworks exploding behind closed eyelids... 

Laying there, slowly feeling my heart beating at a more normal rate, my breathing still shallow and taking deep breaths, laughing softly, feeling the slight sheen of sweat as it coated my skin... Hearing the hum of the vibe on the bed beneath me. Reaching down to shut it off... Pulling the dildo out of my cunt, the muscles still clenched tight around it, surprised at the amount of juices as it flowed out of me... Talk about sleeping in a wet spot. 

Wanting so badly to just roll over and curl up, happy and content, feeling my body relaxing after a day filled with sexual tension... But I knew I had to wash up, and clean my toys... so reluctantly, and with shaking limbs I got up, gathering the toys, feeling the juices dripping down my inner thighs and made my way slowly to the bathroom. 



Playtime



Patty reports to the bathroom as ordered by Edna. She's got goose bumps, partly from being cold and naked, partly from anticipation. She doesn't HAVE to do this. She is an independent 26 year old adult. Edna has no control over Patty, except for the control Patty has given of her own free will. She can't actually speak the words "I like to be humiliated," but she knows it's true.

Patty enters the bathroom. Edna is hanging the red rubber bag from the shower curtain rod. Soap suds drip from the open top. Edna, stern and expressionless, as always, merely points to the floor. "Hands and knees my dear." Edna shows no sign of enjoying or disdaining the situation. However, she must like it. Edna is the one who decides the enema schedule. Edna is the one who times the enemas and watches Patty squirm.   Patty waits on all fours. She feels a lubricated finger push against her bung-hole. Before she can react, SWAT, Edna's hand comes down on Patty's rump. "OPEN YOUR ASSHOLE!" Patty makes herself relax. The finger slides in wiggles and pumps in and out. Just as abruptly as it went in, the finger is removed. Edna wipes her hands, then in one swift motion pushes the nozzle into Patty's filth hole. 

Not a word of warning proceeds the opening of the clamp and the flow of the water. Sometimes Edna waits. She chats with Patty in the same tone as if they were at the dinner table. Sometimes Edna calls Patty every filthy degrading name in the book and paddles her. Sometimes, like today, the water just starts to flow. 

It only takes Patty a few seconds to feel the water. The soap makes it burn so much that it actually feels cold for a second. The bag is high, and the water runs fast. Edna is not one to waste time! "Oh God! The first cramps!" thinks Patty. There is no point in asking Edna to clamp the hose. She doesn't believe in showing such compassion. "Jesus, she must have used a lot of soap."

The good news is the first cramp, low in Patty's abdomen is subsiding. The bad news is that it is immediately replaced by another one higher up. Patty gasps and pants. She is sweating now. She turns her head and looks up at Edna. "Please Ma'am, It's really bad." 

Edna, calm and serene, is unmoved. She looks at the bag. It's still 2/3 full. "You've got a long way to go." 

Patty's whole belly is laced with cramps. It's as if she is burning from the inside out. She continues to pant in short, shallow breaths. 

"Half way," Edna announces. She reaches under her subbie's belly, massages it briefly, then slaps with an upward motion. Patty gasps, but does not complain out loud.

 The water continues to flow. Patty's cramps get worse. Edna strikes up a conversation. "Nothing good on TV tonight. Maybe we'll play cards?" 

"Yes Ma'am, that would be good." Patty feels the first teardrop fall from her eye and roll down her nose. 

 "Remind me to pick up some frozen peas."

 "Yes, Ma'am." (Doesn't she realise I'm not really worried about shopping lists right now?) "Ooh! Bad cramp!...Bad cramp!...Bad cramp!..."

 SWAT! on Patty's ass. "Quiet! tramp. No one cares"

 "Yes Ma'am. I'm sorry!"

 Edna gives the bag a shake. "Done," she announces. The nozzle is pulled from Patty's asshole and replaced by a large plug. Edna's not cruel when she pushes the butt plug in, but she's not gentle about it either. 

 "Reach back here and hold the plug in place." Patty can't decide if she likes the plug or not. It is large enough to be painful, but it helps hold the enema in.

 Edna looks at her watch. "Hmmm," no hint to Patty about how long she will have to hold the soapy enema. Edna leaves the room. Patty is kneeling on the bathroom floor. She's bent at the waist. Her left hand supporting her torso. Her right hand behind her holding a rubber sex toy up her ass. She is naked and cold, yet she is sweating. An occasional tear drips from her eye. Her guts couldn't hurt more if a Japanese hari kari sword had been shoved into them.

 Edna returns to the room. "Sit up and kneel." Patty knows what she means. (Stay on your knees, but with your torso upright.) She gets into position. Her right hand is still holding the plug up her ass. Not having anything else to do with her left hand, she also places it behind her back.

 It's then that Patty sees that Edna has two apples. "How indifferent to my pain can she be?"

 "Knees apart." Patty spreads her legs as wide as she can. 

 "I brought you an apple. Open!" Edna wedges one of the apples into Patty's mouth. "Don't bite it! You look like a little piggy ready for the roasting spit." Edna caresses one of Patty's flabby tits, then pinches the nipple. Her hand goes lower, to Patty's belly. Edna flicks Patty's swollen belly with a single finger. "Full like a balloon." Patty looks at Edna with woeful pleading eyes. 

 Edna begins to eat her own apple. Tiny dainty nibbles. Patty realises that she must hold the enema until Patty finishes eating. (Oh God! She's eating so slowly!)

 The cramps are unbearable. Patty's teeth begin to sink into her apple. Have you ever tried to hold an apple in your mouth and NOT bite it? It's IMPOSSIBLE! She bites through the apple. Most of it falls on the floor. 

 "Spit that out! You can't start yours until I've finished mine!"     Patty takes both her hands from behind he back. She removes the piece of apple from her mouth. "I didn't tell you to take your hand off the plug! Did I? 

 "No Ma'am!" Patty puts her hands behind her back. Edna produces a pair of hand cuffs as if by magic. She cuffs poor Patty's hands. Edna picks the apple up off the floor and puts it into Patty’s mouth. 

"Don’t drop it again." Edna continues to nibble at her apple. The soapy water works its way into every nook and cranny of Patty’s bowels. She has cramps in places she didn’t even know she had.

Finally Edna is done with her apple. "Now, where should I put this?" 

Patty thinks, " The garbage can is right there." But her mouth is filled with its own apple, and she doesn’t think that’s what Edna has in mind. 

  "Up! Stupid!" Edna’s hands are between Patty’s legs urging her to lift up and make room for Edna to get at Patty’s cunt. Edna pushes the apple core into Patty’s vagina. "Hold that for me."

Edna stands back. "Now you may eat your apple Patty." 

Patty has no desire to eat anything. Her belly has been filled from the bottom up. The sheer volume of the enema has taken away her appetite. Not to mention the cramps. All Patty wants is to get the enema out of her guts so the searing pain will stop! But Patty knows that Edna will not relent. There is no point in asking for mercy. If Patty wants to expel the enema, first she must eat the apple.

She bites into the apple stuck in her mouth. Most of it falls to the floor. Patty chews and swallows. Ugh! How can swallowing one mouthful be so hard. It feels as if every drop of water in her has shifted causing new cramps. Now Patty realises she has a problem. Her hands are still cuffed behind her back. She can’t pick up the apple and eat it. Pathetically, she looks up at Edna. The Dom offers her sub no sympathy. "Get down there and eat, and don’t miss that slimy piece that’s already been in your fucking mouth."

Patty has reached her breaking point. She knows she’s not supposed to beg for pity, but this session is the worst she’s ever had. "Please Ma’am! I can’t take anymore." The tears run freely down her face.

Edna is not merely unmoved. She is enraged that her subbie dares to ask for mercy. She grabs Patty by the hair and pushes her face down to the chunk of apple on the floor. "You’ll take as much as I want you to take! Now, EAT!"

Patty eats the apple from off the floor. On her knees, her ass in the air, the soapy water in her guts moves even higher in her abdomen. She prays silently, "Oh God, Oh merciful God! Let this be over soon." 

"Get those little bits there." Edna points with one hand while slapping Patty’s ass with the other. "And lick up the juice! I don’t want a sticky floor." Patty roots around on the floor like a pig in a sty. She licks the floor clean. Fortunately it’s not unsanitary. After all, she herself cleaned the bathroom earlier in the day.

When all of the apple is gone, Patty looks up at Edna. Patty’s face is covered in a mixture of apple juice and saliva. Her eyes are filled with tears from both humiliation and pain. Silently, with only her eyes, for she dare not speak, Patty begs for release. 

"You may lift the seat and use the toilet." Patty is overjoyed. At this point, permission to use the toilet is more welcome than winning the lottery. 

Her hands are still cuffed behind her back. The internal pressure of the enema forces Patty to hold the plug in place. Otherwise it would squirt right out. It’s awkward for her to get to her feet. As she struggles, Edna’s apple core squirts from her cunt. It’s not her fault, she has become so wet down there, but she is horrified. She looks at Edna. Surely she will be punished! But Edna is compassionate. "You can pick that up later."

Patty lifts the toilet seat with her cuffed hands. She squats over the bowl, not actually touching it. She looks at Edna and silently asks for final permission to release. Edna gives the tiniest of nods. "Thank you, Ma’am!" Patty gasps as she pulls the plug from her rectum. 

A torrent of water and shit gushes from Patty’s asshole. The smell is unbearable. Edna turns on the fan, but doesn’t leave the room. Patty doesn’t mind Edna watching. It’s such a relief to expel! She wouldn’t care if her own father watched while the Pope took pictures, as long as she can relieve the pain. 

The initial rush of waste lasts for almost a minute. Patty remains squatting over the toilet for several more minutes. Several smaller expulsions follow. Her legs are straining from balancing with bent knees over the toilet. Finally there is no more filth left in her.

Patty stands upright only long enough to step away from the toilet. She drops to her knees in front of Edna. She looks up at her Mistress. There is pure love in Patty’s eyes. "Thank you for the enema, Ma’am."

Patty can hardly believe her own voice as she speaks the next words. She knows they are not required, or expected. She wants this for herself. "Please Ma’am, fill me up again!"



Playtime



Thank God it was Friday! Ron closed the back door behind him and headed straight for the refrigerator. Before even unzipping his down jacket, he cracked open a cold beer and finished it in three long gulps. It had been a hectic week for him; the sales staff at work had caught the scent of fresh of money as the country's economy rebounded. They were accepting almost any job that came over the phone; product orders with insane blueprints with impossible delivery dates. Although Ron thought of himself as a conscientious, dependable employee, he also understood the reality of manufacturing; it was like a woodpile that never got any smaller, no matter how hard one worked. Being versatile just meant that you were given a bigger share of fires to put out. It felt good to be home.

Hurriedly stripping off his clothes, Ron turned on the water in the shower, letting it run until steam billowed out over the top. This was the beginning of his Friday routine; to let the week's tensions be washed away with the grime and aluminum dust. He stepped into the spray and felt it pound down on his neck and shoulders. The clean aroma of shampoo soon replaced the all-too-familiar funk of coolant, oil and metal. Reaching for the soap, he found that his wife, Mary had replaced the last thin wafer of Ivory with a bar of Caress. Although he preferred to feel *squeaky clean*, the curved, slippery body bar felt sensuous in his large hands. Whipping up a thick lather, he spread it over his chest. His hands traveled quickly to his cock and balls; reaching further back to tickle his asshole. As his cock began to stir, Ron soon forgot all about the shop and he slid his slippery fist slowly up and down the length of his twitching shaft. Self-pleasure was part of his routine and he was anxious to coat that hefty cock with gel lube and take it for a spin. He leaned back into the spray and let it stimulate his his scalp as he continued his soapy stroking.

Ron's erection bobbed left and right like the spring wire of a cat toy as he toweled himself off and put on a cozy blue robe. His cock was also quite aware that it was Friday, and it throbbed in anticipation of some much-needed attention. Walking out of the bathroom, he took his member in hand and tapped the computer keyboard with it, causing the screen to light up. He clicked on his favorite adult site and smiled as a list of links flashed in front of him. With his left hand on the mouse and his right grasping his cock, Ron navigated from link to link, pausing to stroke and admire a particular posing babe or sexy couple. In only minutes, he had brought himself to the teetering brink of orgasm, where the mere will to climax promised send him rocketing into a private pleasure dimension.

Squeezing a puddle of thick lube in his palm, he lovingly applied it to his cock and he shuddered as surges of pleasure swept through his entire body. After a leisurely *warm-up* he was ready for his last and favorite web site; "High-Resolution Amateurs." He usually tried to save his release for this moment. Here he could find dozens of fresh, candid hardcore shots by promising new semi-pro photographers; couples and singles captured at the moment of orgasm. Real couples having real sex in their own homes, in their own back yards. These pictures held more power for him than any posed, studio shots. He enjoyed the crispness of these jpegs and mpegs; shots that revealed the delicate, minute ruffles of a woman's labia, the ruddy glow of an erect glans, or the sparkle of trickling juices. 

When he clicked on "Fireplace Fox", the floor disappeared beneath him. There, displayed on the screen was his own living room; the marble-hearthed fireplace that sat directly behind him, and posed seductively in front of it was his wife, Mary. Well, *he* knew it was Mary, although she was wearing a black butterfly Mardi Gras mask to hide her identity from the rest of the internet world. Inside Ron quavered a volatile mixture of arousal, shock and disbelief. Further fueling his excitement was the realization that Mary *knew* he would discover her surprise here! Openmouthed and wide-eyed, Ron stared at the screen, studying the beautiful details of her body and the black lace lingerie she wore for the occasion. His erection tingled as a drop of pre-cum percolated down the length of the shaft and oozed out the tip. His hand trembled as he prepared to click on the first video selection.

The camera slowly zoomed in on Mary as she writhed seductively on a white fur throw rug, cupping her pussy and rolling her hips forward. The gas fireplace behind her came to life and the orange flames danced devilishly. "Getting hot in here, baby?" she purred. In the background Ron heard the wail of David Sanborn's saxophone. The camera zeroed in on Mary's crotch and she peeled back the rich lace panty, revealing the smooth, dark-edged petals he knew so well. Ron's thumb and finger worked skillfully underneath the rim of his glans as he watched lacquered nails part swollen flesh. Mary began to whimper and the music got a bit louder as the first short video ended. His heart pounding, he clicked on the next frame. 

In this clip, Mary had replaced the rug with their oak rocking chair. She was naked except for the butterfly mask and some black patent lace-up ankle boots. A playful smile broke across her face as the camera slowly moved in. Instead of smooth jazz background, Mary had chosen a piece of thumping techno-pop which rattled the porcelain dragons on the mantle behind him. She raised her legs, one at a time and hung them over the arms of the rocker as the lens focused on her aroused mound. Ron stared and stroked, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer. His cock was ready to explode. Mary inserted the tips of her index fingers and pulled herself open. "Is this what you want to see?" she coaxed. In a state of erotic shock, Ron watched as she performed one of her most intimate moves. In time to the music, Mary methodically undulated her vaginal muscles while gently rocking in the chair. 

Whether it was the pounding music or his own surging blood, Ron never heard his wife enter the room. His attention was directed at the screen, watching as Mary repeatedly dilated herself and tugged on her clit hood, exposing her bright pink bean. It was the scent of vanilla musk that snapped him out of his auto-erotic spell. "Wadaya think, baby...do I make a good porn star?" she asked. For the second time that afternoon, Ron nearly jumped off the chair. He turned to see her standing there, naked, one booted foot on the coffee table, her finger working between her legs. "Nice wood you've got going there, lover," she teased. "He seems to like my little surprise." Ron was more aroused than embarrassed; they had often enjoyed solo pleasures, together and apart, but between the monitor display and Mary standing right there, he wasn't sure what to do next. His cock was throbbing in his hand, begging for release. "Hold on to that thing, honey," she said,"I'll be right with you." 

Mary sauntered across the room and dragged the rocking chair nearer to her husband. She reached down and pulled out the bottom drawer of the computer desk, removing a long, oversized black jelly dong. "Holy shit, where did you get that thing?" Ron asked.

Mary giggled. "I bought it at El Dorado's, along with the lingerie, to do the porn shoot. Now you can enjoy me in stereo!"

Mary placed the chair facing his right side and plopped down, hooking her ankles around the chair legs. "Got a little lube for a naughty girl, hon?" She pumped three long rivulets of gel along the thick toy and flashed her mate a lecherous grin. "Now...back to our afternoon movie, already in progress!" she joked. Ron eyed her up and down, smiled his approval and clicked on the next video clip.

On the screen again in front of them was Mary in the rocking chair, grinning seductively and slowly waving the huge black toy. Judging from the ruddy color of her mound, she had obviously fluffed herself well for this last segment. Once more the camera slowly zoomed in on his wife, panning down from her almost evil smile, past her erect nipples, stopping at her crotch as she teased herself with the tip of her oversized toy cock. "Oh, God...honey, this is...hot," panted Ron, stroking himself and poised at the chasm of ecstasy. Glancing to his right, he swallowed hard, seeing that Mary had already inserted about three inches of the toy and was slowly rotating it in small circles. "Mmm," she replied, "the camera man thought so, too."

He simply couldn't restrain his pleasure any longer. Mary was mimicking her image in the video, thrusting the black jelly toy in and out of her well lubricated hole. Ron stroked himself with total abandon, surrounded by the sights and sounds of female pleasures. He realized that at that very moment, thousands of other excited men and women might also watching Mary's wicked display and pleasuring themselves. Ron felt as though he were in the center of a maelstrom of gratification, and he surrendered to it.  

Spasms seemed to begin at the base of his spine and his entire body shook from the intensity of the impending orgasm. As Mary watched herself start to climax on-screen, her own thrusts became almost violent and from her mouth came uttering like ancient cabalistic verse. Thick, fat threads of pearly semen exploded from Ron's cock, seeming to arc in slow motion over the keyboard, over the desk, and splashing onto the carpet. Mary exhaled a deep groan and bent forward, flexing and grimacing with fulfillment. Their eyes locked together in expressions of astonishment as waves of delight surged through them and over them and between them. 

Exhausted and gasping, Ron leaned toward his wife and they dropped their heads on each others' shoulders, amazed at the feelings they had conjured. His lips played at the nape of her neck. On the monitor, Mary's image slowly faded to black, and it was replaced by pink, fluttering rose petals as the screen saver came on. The first notes of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata floated through the air... 



Playtime



"Hard to believe it's only two weeks away." 

Giving Ben Hickman a noncommittal nod, Bret stared out at the sprawling metropolis just beyond--and below--his eleventh-story office window. The merger had been hard-won--lots of compromising, deal-making, budget-setting--but it was worth it. Dynamic Technologies and Tracer Microsystems. When he'd heard that Mark Sanford was putting Tracer Microsystems up for bid, Bret had jumped at the opportunity. Tracer was still small enough to mold, but large enough to hold a decent--and rather impressive--clientele list. One year later, he was the CEO of Tracer-Dynamic, one of New York's newest, and most promising, high-end technology firms. 

With the merger came the need for more office space, however. The new building was completed, leaving the last of the inspections to go before the official move could be made. Now here he was: sitting in an office piled high with boxes stacked on more boxes, only the most crucial files on his desk. The only personal item left on his desk was one he would wait until the last minute to pack. 

It was a photograph of four men: himself and his boys, as he liked to call them. Friends, lovers, whatever; he honestly wasn't sure what to call them, but after six years with them as a group, he wouldn't give them up for the world. They were why he did this, why he wore the suit and tie, why he hashed out business deals, fraternized with colleagues. They were, simply put, family. His family. 

A loud thump jolted Bret out of a comfortable daydream. Turning his chair around, he practically glared at Nathan Parrish. The man seemed a bit tentative about saying a word at that point. Ben stood beside Bret, trying desperately to hold back a bout of laughter. 

"Yes, what is it?" Bret asked, attempting to sound a little more genial and failing miserably at it. He really didn't want to be here. His mind was elsewhere, watching the rise and fall of a young man's chest with every nervous breath; hearing the soft, almost inaudible whimper from another. 

"Geneva has the last of the inspection reports," Parrish said. 

Bret nodded and stood. "Very good. Tell her to leave them on the front desk, will you? I'll take them home and go over them there." 

"No happy hour drink, eh?" Ben asked, poking a bony elbow in Bret's ribs. 

"No, thanks. I have..." Bret trailed off, fighting the urge to lick his lips at the mere thought of what did wait for him. "I have plenty to drink at home," he said finally. Ben lifted an eyebrow but said nothing. 

"Well, suit yourself," Ben said. "But don't say I didn't invite you." 

Bret waved him out of the office. "I'll see you all tomorrow morning. Have a good evening." He picked up his briefcase, slipped on his coat, and turned off his office light before closing the door. 

"Night, Silvia," he called as he picked up the manila envelope from the receptionist's desk. He heard Silvia say something, but was already halfway out the door--too far away to respond. 

It was nearly six before he saw the iron gate of his estate. He pulled up to the keypad and punched in the security code, then waited as the gate slid slowly open. Fall was in full swing in New York, the ground littered with leaves. Red, gold, orange, yellow, and brown; some of his favorite colors. They reminded him of his boys: red like Danny's hair; the same shade of gold that sparkled in Nicky's hazel eyes; Johnathon's light brown, smooth-as-silk skin. Bret shivered as he parked the car in the half-circle drive in front of the mansion. His boys were inside, waiting for him. 

Within seconds of the front door closing, Bret was pinned against it, three sets of hands, three mouths, all driving him beyond reason as they welcomed him home. This was why he did the CEO thing. His coat and briefcase and the manila envelope dropped to the gray marble floor as he pulled Danny into a deep kiss. 

Danny, a fiery redhead if he ever saw one. Bret swore the man lived off of cinnamon candies. Danny's kiss was sweet and sharp, tongue pushing into Bret's mouth, hungry for him. 

On his left, Bret curled an arm around Johnathon's waist, moaning into Danny's mouth as Johnathon's teeth grazed his throat, nipping and pulling. Lord, Bret was surprised he could even stand. Johnathon was hard against him, cock digging into Bret's hip, Johnathon gasping and rocking against him. 

And then there was Nicky; cool, calm, collected Nicky. Those warm golden eyes had been Bret's undoing the first time they met six years ago. Nicky loved to stroke and tease, to lick and suck on every bit of exposed flesh he could find. His left hand drifted over Bret's pants, rubbing at the quickly-hardening cock beneath the cotton. A tongue flicked over Bret's ear and he groaned, body trapped deliciously between three gorgeous, unique men. 

When Danny finally let him up for air, Bret let his head fall back against the door, chuckling softly. "I would ask if you boys have eaten yet, but I have the distinct feeling that I am the main course." 

Nicky's breath was hot in his ear, tongue tracing the curve lightly. "I think you already are," Nicky whispered. 

Bret started to say something, but his words caught in his throat as cinnamon-tinted lips slid over the head of his cock. "Oh, God." When the Hell had Danny done that? Bret couldn't remember Danny unfastening his pants, but one sideways look at Nicky told him Danny had help. 

Nicky licked Bret's lips, a low purr rumbling in that beautiful, golden chest. Johnathon's kisses to the other side of his neck were growing more insistent, hungrier. Slipping his left hand through Nicky's auburn hair, Bret tugged him into a kiss just as Johnathon's teeth pierced his throat. Bret groaned and shuddered, hips pushing his cock into the hot velvet of Danny's mouth as Johnathon drank deeply. Nicky purred on his lips, tongue teasing Bret's with soft strokes. A hand cupped his balls and Bret's hips rocked forward again, Danny swallowing him whole. 

Nicky held the back of Bret's head tight as Johnathon's moans slid through Bret's body, from his neck to his cock. It was enough to send both him and Johnathon over the edge, their gasps and groans echoing in the foyer as Danny swallowed every drop Bret could give him. Wet heat seeped into the side of Bret's pants as Johnathon licked the wounds closed. Nicky was the last to come and Danny's chuckle was sweet and playful as he caught every drop on his tongue like it was the elixir of life itself. Nicky moaned softly into Bret's mouth, body lax against him. 

"And what about you, lovely?" Bret asked, turning his head to see Danny standing again, biting at his bottom lip, hand stroking a long cock. Bret reached out and grasped Danny's shaft, pulling him close. 

Danny's eyes were blazing, deep red fires flickering as he came, crying out as Bret milked every drop out of him. The shimmering, pale red substance poured over Bret's fist, Danny's beautiful body shaking until he collapsed to his knees. Bret brought his hand to his lips and licked it clean. Cinnamon. 

"Are we going to play tonight?" Danny asked, nuzzling Bret's thigh as he tucked Bret's cock back into his pants. 

Reaching down to stroke his fingers over the bright red hair, Bret laughed. "Yes, we will. Dinner first, then I have a bit of work to do." 

A trio of groans answered him and Bret chuckled. He carefully extricated himself from the three of them, giving each one a light kiss. They followed him into the kitchen and as Bret went to the refrigerator, he felt an arm slink around his waist. Only one of them could possibly still be hungry. He covered one of Danny's hands with his. 

"Let me," Danny said near his ear. "You sit, visit with Nicky and Johnathon." 

Bret leaned his head back against Danny's shoulder, drawing in a slow breath as Danny's hand slipped lower. "All right, but no funny business. No more tricks on Johnathon." 

An impish grin appeared in front of him, Danny standing between him and the refrigerator before Bret even knew the man had moved. 

"Oh," Danny pouted, naturally ruby lips pursing. He glanced over Bret's shoulder and Bret swore he heard a soft but playful growl come from the table. "Okay. No tricks." 

Bret eyed him for a moment, then kissed him. "Good boy. In fact," he said, leaning past Danny to take out a bottle, "I will take care of Johnathon myself." Danny grinned and his fingers danced over Bret's crotch as Bret moved away, shaking his head. 

"How was your day, Bret?" Nicky asked as Bret went to the sink. 

Setting the bottle under the faucet, Bret turned on the water, letting it run hot over the bottle. "Long, but worth it, I suppose. Two weeks until the big move to the new building." 

"We won't...have to move, will we?" 

Bret turned and looked at Johnathon. "No, no." Bottle warmed, he opened it and carried it over to the table. Johnathon took it, then a kiss. "This is our home," Bret said. "We aren't going anywhere." 

Johnathon smiled and drank nearly half the bottle at once. He set the bottle down and licked his lips. Bret resisted the urge to lick them for him. The blood turned Johnathon's pale lips a deep pink, making them appear full and incredibly inviting. A slight smile curled Johnathon's lips and he reached out, tugging at Bret's tie. Bret gave in with a grin, tongue slipping out to lick at Johnathon's lips. 

"Taste good," Bret murmured. 

"Can we play while you work?" Johnathon asked him, eyes shifting toward the counter where Danny was working and humming. 

"He'll eat you alive," Nicky said coolly. He leaned over the table and nipped at Johnathon's left ear. "So will I." Bret smiled when Johnathon shivered. 

Bret just laughed and went over to Danny. "Need help?" He moved behind Danny and pressed against him, brushing Danny's hair from his neck. A soft gasp escaped Danny as Bret kissed his neck, fingers sliding down Danny's spine to his ass. "Still have it in?" He smiled when he felt plastic, then sensitive skin gripping it tightly. "Very good boy." He pressed on the base of the plug, chuckling when Danny whimpered. 

"Please," Danny pleaded quietly. He leaned forward on the counter, pushing his ass back against Bret's crotch. 

"Please...what?" Bret slid his other hand down Danny's side to his hip, gripping it tightly as he gave the plug a jiggle. 

"Please, Master. Oh, God, please!" 

Sweat began to bead up alone Danny's spine and Bret leaned down to lick it off, meeting another tongue halfway. Raising his head, he met Johnathon in a kiss, teasing Johnathon's fangs with his tongue and receiving an involuntary--but not unexpected--nip. Danny cried out and Bret pulled from the kiss with Johnathon to see half of Nicky beneath Danny. From the way Danny was shaking and rocking, Bret knew his cock was balls-deep in Nicky's throat. 

"Master, please!" Danny begged, head dropping to the countertop. 

Bret nodded to Johnathon, then unfastened his pants as quickly as possible. When Johnathon returned, Bret gripped the plug and pulled it out. Danny had only a second of emptiness before three of Johnathon's fingers slid inside him. Danny rocked and moaned, caught between fucking Nicky's mouth and impaling himself on Johnathon's fingers. 

"Don't stop," Danny whispered breathlessly. "Oh!" 

With nothing more than a nod from Bret, Johnathon pulled his fingers out and Bret pushed in, gripping Danny's hips to tug him back hard. Danny's body shuddered hard and his body tightened around Bret's cock, squeezing him tightly and stroking him to the edge. Nicky slid out from under Danny, licking his lips, gaze hungry as it fastened on Bret's cock pistoning in and out of Danny's ass. 

"Oh, fuck," Bret moaned, teetering on the edge as Johnathon and Nicky met in a kiss just inches from his own lips. The moment they turned on him, pulling him into a three-way kiss, he came, hips slamming into Danny's ass. 

Exhausted as he was sated, Bret pulled out slowly, leaning down to kiss Danny's back. "Feel better?" Danny nodded. "Good. Dinner." 

* * 

After dinner, Bret sat at his desk, glass of brandy beside him as he went over the inspection reports. Everything looked good. 

Real. Fucking. Good. 

Bret shook his head and forced his attention back to the reports...and away from a naked Nicky. Danny was stretched out on his back, head in Nicky's lap, Nicky's fingers combing through his hair. Johnathon was faring no better than Nicky, having lost nearly every stitch of clothing but his jeans. Bret had wondered why the boys put clothes on after dinner; their raucous game of strip gin rummy was the answer. In addition to a smug grin, Danny still wore all of his clothes. Bret figured that would change fairly soon. 

A gleeful cackle signaled another win by the redheaded tempest and the loss of Johnathon's jeans. Judging by the look that passed between Nicky and Johnathon, however, the tempest would soon be tamed. Bret wondered what they had in mind for Danny, and if the look that suddenly appeared on Danny's face was anything to go by, Danny was wondering the same thing. 

"Truth or Dare, Danny-love," Nicky purred. 

Oh, Lord. 

Bret swallowed the laugh. Truth or Dare was one of Danny's prime weaknesses; a surefire way to discover new and interesting fetishes he had developed at any given time. Setting aside work, Bret leaned back in his chair and sipped on his brandy as he watched Nicky and Johnathon relieve Danny of his clothing. Then the three of them sat in a circle and Nicky started the game. 

Looking to Johnathon, he said, "John, truth or dare?" 

Johnathon seemed to think on it a moment and then smiled. "Truth." 

"Out of the three of us--me, Danny, and Bret--whose blood is the sweetest, barring orgasm?" 

Licking his lips as if remembering the taste, Johnathon said, "Danny. Probably because of those damn cinnamon candies." Those lips curled up into a deliciously wicked grin. "Danny-boy. Truth or dare?" 

Bret and the others waited, tension sharp in the room as Danny bit at his bottom lip. A quick wink from Nicky had Bret on edge within seconds, those golden eyes flashing desire, love, devotion. A cat's playfulness in one look. 

"Truth," Danny said finally. 

Nicky got on his knees and crawled across the small circle until his lips were only a breath away from Danny's. Bret could see the quickened rise and fall of Danny's chest, could hear the soft whimper slip from Danny's lips. Out of them all, Nicky was the best at getting to Danny. If anyone could make Danny writhe and plead for release until his body was literally shaking, it was Nicky. 

"Tell me your most desired fantasy, your newest fetish," Nicky whispered. 

Danny blinked, then nodded. "I want to watch Bret fuck you," he said, gaze dropping to the floor. "And then I want to lick it out of you." His eyes shifted until he was looking back up at Nicky. "I want to drink his come from your ass." 

A feral growl followed and Nicky pounced, Danny landing flat on his back as Nicky dove in, tongue pushing into Danny's mouth. Danny squealed and grabbed Nicky's head, body rocking as they kissed. That was all it took to get Bret out of his chair. Stripping as he walked, by the time he knelt behind Nicky, he was naked and so hard, it fucking hurt. A slick hand stroked his cock and he turned his head, meeting Johnathon's mouth in a heated kiss. Then Johnathon was guiding him and Bret thrust forward, impaling Nicky in one stroke. 

"Oh, God," Nicky moaned, the sound suddenly muffled by Danny's mouth again. 

Reaching around, Danny spread Nicky open for Bret, swallowing Nicky's gasps as Bret pounded him relentlessly. Danny gasped and shook beneath them both, and Bret had only a split second to see Johnathon's teeth sink into Danny's throat before he was coming, pumping Nicky full of his seed. The second he pulled out, Nicky slid up Danny's body, hovering over Danny's face. 

Danny grabbed Nicky's hips and tugged him down, hungry sounds echoing in the room as he drank every last drop from Nicky's ass. Danny's cock was hard and leaking, painting his stomach with slick, pearlescent red trails. Unable to resist, Bret bent over and swallowed Danny to the root. Danny screamed and bucked, fingers digging into Nicky's hips as he came in a rush. 

Sticky, sweet, and unbelievably addictive. 

Bret licked his lips as he released Danny's softening cock. When he looked up, he chuckled and stroked his fingers absently over Danny's thigh as Danny swallowed Johnathon's release as it sprayed over his lips. 

Deliriously sated, they all collapsed into a sweaty pile of limbs and hair, kisses placed on random body parts, soft moans filling the room. 

This? This was worth more than any merger, any client base. Bret drifted off finally, sandwiched between Johnathon and Danny, Nicky curled at his feet, purrs already pouring softly from the cat's lips.



Playtime at Dawn



I listened to my husband revving his V8 engine, readying it for the long drive to work. We had just spent half the night screwing each other, and now at 4am, I was feeling a little sore, but still not satiated. Oh don't get me wrong, he's a great fuck, just that I crave a little more than he can give me all the time. I love sex. Hard, deep, filling sex.

As the sound of his car driving away reaches my ears, I run to the kitchen and grab a drink; I am going to need it, because I am about to fuck myself silly and will get very thirsty.

Slinking back to the bedroom I stop along the way to get a towel. Thinking harder I get several. I know this is going to feel great. I am going to masturbate and cum loudly, with my husbands best friend asleep in the next room. Oh boy. I suppose I can fantasize that it's him. He's a great looker, and by the bulge in his shorts the size of his cock looks great, just right for fulfilling me.

Putting a video in the machine, I lay back on the bed and slowly stroke my already dripping pussy. My clit is already quivering in anticipation of what is yet to come. On the TV screen a hot looking guy is stroking his cock, readying it for the pouting slit poised just in front of him. Mmmm. I am getting soo wet watching this. I get so turned on watching explicit stuff, and they say it is only the guys that get turned on.

I lean over to our "toy box" and reach inside to pull out the small silver bullet dildo. It is sleek and cold, but not for long. My cunt will soon heat it up. I turn it on and stroke it over and round my clit; my god the little thing packs a punch.

Throwing my head back and arching my body I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm. The constant vibration on my clit is beginning to do its work. I need o wait for the big climax - I don't want it over yet so I take it easy and let myself calm down, turn it off, and just stroke and dip it into my slice. I can hear the moans of the luscious redhead on the TV and turn my head to look. I have been so wrapped up in myself that I forgot all about what was happening on screen. Oh my, there she is with the biggest cock I have ever seen slowly pumping in and out of her. Pushing in deep – all the way, then tormenting her by pulling it out just to the tip then slowly in again… OOOOhhhh god I can only imagine. My muscles clench and I feel the need of release now.

I grab the lubricant and spread it around the entrance to my swollen tunnel. Then I rub it along the shaft of my new 8-inch long and 3 inch thick purple twirling dong…. Slowly I spread pussy lips with my right hand and push it slowly in. It's been a while since taking something big, so I need to twist as I am pushing. Oh my that feels soooo goood. Moaning I give it a hard shove and it slips all the way in. AHH!! I shout out as it hits the g spot. Some say that spot's a myth, but I know better. Gets me bucking every time.

My cries match the girls on the screen, and I turn my head to watch… She is taking it from behind and the cock pounding away at her gets so deep.

I turn over to my stomach, reach under me and continue fucking myself. When I switch on the moving part and turn it up full speed, the thrusting, swirling shaft drives me wild. Flipping back over, I use my finger to press hard on my love button that has become so sensitive. OH CHRIST!!! My cunt muscles start contracting and the shivers of pleasure run all around and through my body. My clit is quivering madly. Geeze I can feel this is going to be a big one. Deep inside my body I feel the tightening and each time I clench, the feeling grows more intense. No words can describe this feeling of utter ecstasy. As I feel it building in intensity I turn off the grinding dong and push it till it can go no further. 

My body arches from the bed and I throw my head back as I cry out. My cunt goes into spasms gripping the huge pleasure shaft tightly and I feel my body release all my juices. The feeling just goes on and on. I never realised I could cum so hard or with so much liquid.

Finally as the video ends and the screen goes snowy, my muscles slowly release and a feeling of utter satisfaction washes over me. Tingly from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

WOW. That was the best orgasm I have EVER had. Maybe it was knowing that my husband's mate was in the next room, and could probably hear everything going on. Oh no, how can I face him this morning. I heard a soft click nearby. Oh shit, I think he saw me.

Grabbing up the towels I opened the door, peeked out and then sprinted to the bathroom. Turned on the shower full blast and let the water heal me. A knock on the door. "Who is it?" I yell. No answer. Through the glass I see the door handle turn and in popped a face. "Quite a show!" "Oh no!!" I said, "How embarrassing" "Don't be embarrassed, I'm impressed, you want to see if I can make you feel like that?"

Well I've never cheated on my husband before, but what the hell, I thought. I opened up the shower door, and watched as he stripped down. The bulge in his pants obvious. Well, well, I thought. This looks rather interesting. I reach over, grab him, and pull him to me. I looked into his eyes and sensuously traced my hands over his arms, shoulders, chest, and finally down to the elastic of his jocks. Slipping my fingers underneath I slowly ease them down.

HOLY!! His rod springs to attention as I release it from its prison. My eyes open wide at the sheer size of it. 

"Suck it," he commands as he places his hands on my head. My tongue slowly teases around the ridge of his engorged head, but as I hover over the top, he pushes my head down and I have no option but to let it in my mouth. My mouth stretches to its limit. I never realised it was THIS thick. Oh boy!! As I get used to it, it is easier to accommodate. The shower water is running into my eyes so I close them and my tongue goes to work, twisting and teasing. This man is you, and you are really here with me now.

As your hands on my head ease off, I slip your cock from my mouth and flicker along the side. I reach your balls and slowly take one into my mouth. I lightly suck on it and I see it is driving you wild. I release it and then slip the other one in. Groaning you try to push my head away, "Not yet!" you say. I let go, and slide my tongue back along your shaft, my hand kneads away at your balls and you swell even more. I reach the end and hover over your swollen dick with my lips poised ready to engulf you in one swift motion. Slowly then I tease sliding up and down all the while with my tongue working and sucking. You are ready to cum and I feel you begin to throb. You thrust forward and I feel the first spurt of your silken hot liquid shoot down my throat. Then you continue thrusting until the last. I have swallowed every bit, and am hungry for more. I slip my mouth from you and catch the final drips with a flick of my tongue. Then slowly trace down to your balls and suckle them to ease your tension. It tickles, but it is a good tickle.

Finished now, I stand and wash my face under the now cold spray. Your hands are upon me. Turning me around you begin to massage my neck, back and shoulders ever so gently… "Mmmmm that's good!" I roll my head back and you kiss me on the side of the neck. I start to feel all tingly. Your hands trail along my arms softly till you reach my hips, then you lower yourself to your knees, spinning me around your lips find my belly button and kisses me gently. Little kisses raining down on my stomach going lower, and lower until you reach my softly curled mound. And just before your tongue finds my hidden bud you say…….

"Your turn" 



Playtime at The Hyatt



The Prelude

After nearly twenty years of near misses and false starts, this was finally shaping up to be their first serious attempt at sexual role-play. Robert and Claire had been married for all those years and had retreated from the no holds barred, rampant lovemaking of their early, before the kids years, to a now decidedly stale repertoire that left almost everything to the imagination.

Their counselor had suggested they might do this to allow Claire a little more freedom to express herself in a safe sexual environment and for Robert to simply enjoy the erotic delights of seeing his wife in a different light sexually. They were finally ready, or at least Claire had determined she was as ready as she would ever be and Robert was of course, beside himself with anticipation. He may have had one or two panic attacks in the past week just knowing what was coming; it was almost too much for him.

Robert had previously attempted to get Claire more interested in role-play by suggesting he pretend to be a TV repairs man or something along those lines. He had done so playfully but in truth it was borne of sheer hope and desperation. Claire was never able to really let go and have fun in the bedroom anymore and so their fantasies had never came to fruition. This time was different, years and months of couples therapy had brought them to this point and they were finally ready to try it out for real, or not, so to speak. Their counselor thought it best if Claire do more of the acting out the first time; this would give her more control over the situation. However, Robert was to play his part, by directing and orchestrating what happened once the play was set in motion.

The theme they had chosen involved Claire playing the role of a high-class call girl with Robert playing the part of a music industry producer in town for a few days. Playing a 'prostitute' per se was a step too far for Claire and as Robert had never considered visiting a call girl and could never think of his wife as a whore, they settled on these roles as a safer sounding scenario. They had both watched enough documentary television to know the practice was anything but safe but at least the high class angle gave Claire the opportunity to dress up for the part. Robert of course would have played any role that got him closer to Claire's inner wild child.

Claire was at home at 2:00 PM on Tuesday afternoon when the phone rang. This was to start out as a daylight tryst, a little afternoon delight that had been the bastion of their romantic entanglements as early lovers. The voice on the other end said, in a fairly convincing foreign accent, "Hello, is this Miranda?"

"This is she," croaked Claire, in a dusky voice that was much lower in tone than normal. She giggled inside at the knowledge that the voice on the other end of whatever passed for the line in today's technical age was actually her husband Robert. All the same, her heart began to beat a little faster than when he would normally call her at home; perhaps this is working she thought, she felt herself getting just a little excited.

"A friend of mine gave me a card with your name and number on it. It never had a business name or address, just a phone number under the name Miranda written in bolder print."

"Well I'm glad he gave it to you, most of my, um... friends are pleased with my work. What can I do for you Mr. err... what is your name?"

"Cortinez."

"Hola, Señor Cortinez."

"Hablas español?"

"Un poco, but I prefer to use English if that is OK."

"Si, Si, sorry, yes of course. I am in town for a few days and my friend recommended you for company, it gets lonely being on the road. How much do you charge for a few hours of your time?"

"Well if you want what most of my friends want, it's three hundred for the first hour and then two hundred more for each hour after that. No half hours or partial hours, only by the full hour and of course a one hour minimum."

"OK, I have no more meetings today so what time would suit you?"

"Where are you staying?"

"At the Hyatt, downtown."

"I could be there by five a clock, will that work for you."

"Yes that would be great, how do I pay you?"

"Cash only, all large bills and I need to see the money before anything happens, is that OK?"

"Of course, my room number is 1220, I will be waiting."

"All right, I will be there at five sharp."

"I look forward, Señorita."

As soon as she hung up the phone, Claire could not resist the temptation to go straight to her laptop and look at their bank account on-line. There it was, a one thousand dollar cash withdrawal earlier that day. My, she thought, Robert was going to be a big spender and he expected to be there for more than an hour.

Robert left his car keys with the valet at the hotel and walked through the hotel lobby toward the elevators carrying a small briefcase under his arm. He had already checked in earlier and gotten the key to room number 1220 on the twelfth floor, not far from the elevator. He opened the door with a swipe of plastic and went inside to prepare for what he sincerely hoped, lay ahead.

Claire began to get ready for work. She had already showered and had her hair in rollers as she applied her make up. She had thought this out; she wanted to look sexy but classy, not like someone that needed to have sex for money, but rather someone that enjoyed trading sex for money. She groomed her pubic hair with the electric trimmer and left only a small patch on the fatty tissue right below the pubic bone. Laser removal had done the hard work; all she had to do these days was maintain. Robert loved it, but she knew that tonight would be even more thrilling for him and it gave her immense pleasure that he would be so excited by it. Once finished with her hair and makeup, she put on the dress she had chosen for the occasion and appropriate high-heeled shoes. She noticed with satisfaction her brush-tanned legs complimenting the overall look of the outfit and left the house in her black Lexus. As she watched the garage door close, a small shudder came over her. Was she having second thoughts or was she just excited? Well, too late to turn back now, thought Claire. After all he had already withdrawn the cash! She backed out of the driveway, turned the wheel toward the highway and sped off toward downtown.

Claire drove the car under the hotel porte-cochere, opened the door, stepped out and took the claim check from the valet. As she walked into the cavernous lobby of the downtown Hyatt, she had a strange feeling that the valet had somehow looked at her differently. Not as a guest or someone with legitimate business, but maybe someone that had business there. Had she overdone the look, she thought to herself. In truth it made her feel even more excited to think she actually looked the part she was about to play. She walked through the lobby following the signs to the elevators and found herself subconsciously avoiding perceived glances from anyone that might ask her something; anything that would invalidate the reason for her being there. Don't be silly, she thought, you are overthinking this; remember you are Miranda, not Claire!

As she entered the elevator, a distinguished looking, older gentleman, she guessed around sixty years old, exited and as he walked by she noticed he gave her a slight wink. In normal circumstances this might offend her but this evening it gave her a little more confidence that she could indeed pull it off. She pushed the button for the twelfth floor and rode the elevator toward the rendezvous with the mysterious Mr. Cortinez. As she approached the door to number 1220, she glanced at her watch, five minutes past five, fashionably late. She could only imagine what state Robert was in, probably pacing the room in nervous anticipation, worrying if she would go through with it. Well she was here and not going through with it was definitely not an option. She reached up and firmly knocked twice on the heavy wooden door and waited with rapidly increased breathing and lightheaded exhilaration.

The Players in the middle bit

Señor Cortinez opened the door and it took every bit of restraint they each could muster to stop themselves from bursting out laughing and collapsing in a heap on the floor. The raging adrenaline and rising tension must have kept them centered in their respective roles as Robert welcomed Claire into the room. He was wearing the hotel embroidered, standard issue white bathrobe. He looked as if he has just stepped out of the shower, slightly greying hair brushed back with no parting. Claire felt a small shudder as the door closed behind her, not out of fear but from a level of excitement that felt strange and way outside her regular comfort zone. The room was large with a king-size bed centered on the back wall. There was a faint smell of cologne permeating the air and soft music coming from a mini speaker that was perched on a window ledge on the far side of the room. Claire recognized the first track, Barry White's 'My First, my last, my everything,' and surmised the rest of the evening would be filled with more of their favorites from their years together.

Claire walked past Robert and noticed the look on his face as she walked in wearing that dress! She had thought carefully about the choice and knew that this was his favorite. Not only was it a snug fit with full-length zipper, it was the one she had worn to the engagement party last year. She had never worn underwear underneath it because, well it didn't need any and panty lines would show for sure. She had tried wearing a slip but that just kept riding up and made her uncomfortable so there it was, commando.

Empowered by the look that she had seen on his face, Claire swept past Robert, moved further into the room, stopped and turned toward him.

"Good evening Señor, do you have anything to drink?"

"Yes of course, is merlot OK señorita?"

Robert would have known this was Claire's favorite type of wine but of course, Señor Cortinez had to be hoping that it would be suitable. As Robert poured two glasses of wine from the bottle, Claire noticed that he hadn't taken his eyes off her and especially that tight fitting dress.

"Do you like my dress, Señor Cortinez?"

"I like the whole package Señorita, the dress merely adds the final layer to your overall beauty but, yes, I like it very much. I cannot wait to see what lies beneath."

"What about the money?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot, I will pay for two hours, that is five hundred, correct?"

Robert fumbled through a wallet on the desk and produced five crisp one hundred dollar bills and handed them to Claire. She thought it odd that he was paying for two hours but had withdrawn a thousand dollars from their bank account. Quickly, she checked herself and took her mind back into the Miranda role. She looked around the dimly lit room and saw there were two sets of pillows on either end of the bed, facing each other. The bedding in between had been stripped down to a single pale blue satin sheet that glistened slightly from the reading light that was lit on only one side of the bed. There was a small briefcase on the bed at the bottom, slightly tucked under one of the sets of pillows. She took a sip of wine from the glass and looked directly at Robert.

"Where should I put my clothes?"

"No, please, do not undress, take off just the shoes, leave the dress on and get onto the bed, sitting up, at the top."

Claire moved past him, his eyes never leaving her as she slinked her way to the bed. She placed the wine glass on the bedside table, kicked off her shoes and, taking care not to show too much of her legs, she climbed onto the bed and nestled into the pillows at what she supposed was her end. When he deemed she was comfortable and in the correct position, Robert took his place at the other end of the bed facing her. She couldn't help noticing his erection lifting the robe off his thigh as he rolled into place in his own nest of pillows, also sitting up.

"Now, I want you to take off your panties."

Claire reached down and made as if to obey his wish but as she slowly rolled her dress up toward her thighs, Robert noticed the dark shadows that were unmistakably cast by the folds of the mysterious and wondrous outer lips of her vulva. Of course Robert had been anticipating this for the entire time she had been in the room, but in his Cortinez role, he made a low, gravely sigh as if to feign surprise. Claire noticed the bathrobe twitch slightly as his erection grew larger at the realization that she was naked under the dress.

"Now, play with yourself," he said motioning with his outstretched left hand.

"Are you going to join in?"

"Not yet, please just do as I ask, I am paying you after all, no?"

Miranda pulled the dress up further, now exposing most of her upper thighs but not her entire bottom half. She took her left hand and placed it on her right leg and began to trace her fingers upward toward her most private area. Slowly she moved her hand, palm flat and fingers facing downwards until it covered her entire pubic area. She slowly slid her middle finger along the outer lips, and then dipped further into the inner folds before finally pushing her middle finger inside her vagina. Claire was taken aback by how wet she was, noting that she had a warm feeling throughout her entire body. Her nipples felt more sensitive, as if they were clamoring for some attention of their own. With her other hand she pulled the zipper of the dress down just enough to be able to reach in and roll the nipple of her left breast between her thumb and forefinger. The nipple became erect instantly and the red globe sat atop her breast like a proud beacon perhaps warning of peril at sea.

Playfully, she took her hand off her mound and while looking straight at him put two of her slender fingers into her mouth. When they emerged, the deposited saliva appeared as a silky thread stretching like a web between them. She placed her hand back in the same position and this time she pushed the two fingers that she had just had in her mouth all the way up inside her vagina. As she pulled them back out she saw that Robert had fully opened his robe and his erect penis was in his left hand and a bottle of oil of some sort in the other. He emptied some of the bottle's contents onto his penis and began to spread it all the way up and down the shaft and then rubbed some over his scrotum and the area between the sack and anus. Claire was surprised to see that Robert had also trimmed his pubic hair and almost totally shaved his scrotum. It actually looked better than before, she couldn't help thinking that she might actually enjoy giving him a blow job without all that hair getting in her face. Then she noticed something dark at the base of his penis. Of course, Miranda would probably have seen this many times before but Claire was taken aback to see a thin black ring tightly circling the shaft directly above the scrotum. God, he is wearing a cock ring, she thought; no wonder the head of his penis looks so swollen.

Claire began rubbing the hooded folds around her clitoris in tight little circles, alternating direction every ten seconds or so. Robert continued to slowly massage his penis from the base all the way up to the bulbous head that was getting fuller and more sensitive by the second. They liked to mutually masturbate each other but this was the first time they had both done it while watching the other at the same time. He was careful not to get too excited, there was more to come from this evening and he was determined to savor every moment. He slowed his movements and placed his hands on his thighs, his rigid penis waving like a magician's wand in the soft light.

"Are you going to come for me Miranda?"

"Is that what you want Señor?"

"What do you want, Miranda? I think it is clear what I want."

Miranda began to rub the area immediately above her clitoris more vigorously until she could feel herself coming close to the brink of orgasm. She knew that nothing would be able to stop her now and as the clitoral orgasm came, she pushed those same two fingers that were in her mouth previously inside her vagina and used them to push on the sensitive spot just a few inches inside the upper vaginal wall. The resulting climax was so intense, her back lifted and her bottom came off the bed as her pelvic muscles clenched repeatedly around her fingers. After what must have been a minute or so, the spasms slowed and she withdrew her fingers and began to slowly move them over the small patch of hair on her mons. As she applied steady downward pressure it felt so good that she knew she was going to come again soon but before she could bring herself to orgasm again, Robert spoke. "Miranda, stop. Open the drawer next to the bed."

Miranda leaned over and opened the drawer and inside found two items.

"Take out what you find please."

Miranda took the smaller vibrator out first; it was pink, about five inches long and fairly small in diameter. She placed it on the satin sheet between her legs. Then she reached into the drawer and took out the dildo. This was a different animal altogether, at least eight inches long and with a girth she would estimate to be around six or seven inches with veins and ridges that gave it the look and feel of a real penis.

"Use the small one first, I want to watch you come again."

Miranda took the small pink instrument of pleasure and turned the black knob on the bottom until she felt it begin to vibrate. She hesitated as she waited for more instructions. None came, Cortinez was intent on simply gazing at her and she knew what to do next. She placed the tip of the vibrating tool onto the still swollen flesh of her clitoral hood and slowly moved it, in alternating circular and up and down motions. Occasionally she slid the tip into her inner lips but did not push it into her vaginal canal. Cortinez rock hard erection hadn't diminished and he began to slowly pleasure himself again, concentrating on the underside of the glans on the left side looking down. This was a very sensitive spot for him and he knew not to overdo it for fear he wouldn't hold back for what was to be the ultimate thrill, perhaps the biggest of his life so far.

As she moved the vibrator in ever increasing circles over her moist lips, she turned the black knob further clockwise, increasing the rate and intensity of the vibration until she felt that familiar, out of control sensation as another orgasm came crashing in like a tsunami onto the shore. As she came this time she let out a cry of delight and pushed three fingers of her other hand, the one that had been fondling her nipple, into her vagina while still holding the vibrator on top of the folds above her clit. She was getting so into this now, she knew that if she kept the fingers pressed against the inside wall, the vibrations from the little pink guy would bring her to yet another climax within a few minutes. Sure enough, there it was, this time she felt as if she might pass out, it was as if she were floating above the bed as the straining muscles in her groin clenched and unclenched in a perfect rhythm. As she came down from the high plain of ecstasy, she placed the pink vibrator onto the bed beside her and looked at Cortinez again. He was still looking at her intently and the head of his penis was now so engorged it looked about to explode.

"Don't you want to come for me now Señor?"

"Not yet, but thanks for asking. I want you turn over, onto your knees with your backside facing me."

Miranda turned over and rested her head on the soft pillows. She pushed her rear end out and upwards exposing the soft, fleshy parts of her thighs but still the dress was covering her buttocks. Cortinez gave a sigh that indicated he liked what he was looking at and in an instant he was behind her. He placed his hands under the creased folds of her dress and pushed it slowly upwards, over her bum cheeks and he saw a small white line that contrasted with the glistening bronze of her skin, indicating she had worn a thong while getting a spray tan a few days before. As he moved the dress farther up to expose the small of her back, he stopped abruptly. There, stretched across five inches or so of the tight skin that covered her lower back was a tattoo, she had a tramp stamp! Cortinez smiled; there, emblazoned on this most fascinating of all the curves of the female anatomy was the symbol from their Alma Mater, the Longhorn! He knew it was temporary of course, but if ever Robert wanted to be inside her, now was that moment but he first wanted to fully enjoy the sensational experience that had begun to engulf them both.




Playtime at The Hyatt



As he moved forward to close the space between them, Claire felt his erection nestling on top of her back, his balls resting in the space between her anus and vulva. Robert reached down and picked up the dildo that Claire had laid on the bed next to her. He reached back to get the small bottle and applied some lubricant to the soft but firm latex skin of the dildo. Claire kneeled in anticipation with a pretty good idea of what might be coming next. She was inwardly trembling in sheer excitement of what for her was unknown, uncharted water. Robert took the dildo and reaching around her left butt cheek, began to rub the end of the phallus between the folds of her labia. Claire moaned slightly with each pass from the top to the bottom as the head slowly parted her lips. She ached for him to push it all the way in but he just continued to rub it against her all the while his penis twitched on and off her back in expectation as if it were on a bed of hot coals.

"I'm going to put this inside you now Miranda, would you like that?"

"Yes, please do it, do it now."

In what seemed like a moment where time stood still, she found herself glancing at the clock on the other side of the bed; six thirty, they had been in the room for nearly an hour and a half and it seemed as if it had been mere minutes. Roberta Flack's, 'Killing me softly' was playing now, but before she could process any more of that thought, she felt the head of the dildo push slowly past her inner lips and come to rest about an inch or so inside her vagina. Miranda would have been accustomed to all shapes and sizes but for Claire this felt big, stretching her like never before, it felt...well, good!

"Tell me if I hurt you Miranda."

"No, it's OK, put it in further please."

Robert pushed it in another inch or so and then stopped again, this time making rotating motions with the weapon of joy and with each turn of the false rod, Claire let out a small cry and tried to push backwards to take more of it inside her. Robert wouldn't allow it and pulled back whenever he felt her thrust toward him so as to continue the tease. Abruptly, he stopped the movements and told her to take hold of the flexible cylinder and let it rest in the place just below her G spot. He knew she was aching to push it past that point as she anticipated the orgasm that was coming next. Robert took a little more lubricant from the bottle and rubbed it between his fingers to warm it. Then he began to caress the perineum between her anus and vagina. As he circled this area, Claire had become Miranda to the point where she felt like asking him to be ready with more money as both the clock ran out on the five hundred, and the anticipation of the act that she felt was coming next became apparent to her. In truth the intensity of the experience thus far had her so excited she thought that she would have done this for free; Claire of course, was.

Robert pushed his forefinger a small distance into her anus and made circular movements as he pushed it in a little further. Now both of her most intimate holes were being stretched and she sensed an aching desire to have them totally full but before she could say anything, he spoke again.

"Miranda, please take the small vibrator with your other, free hand and place it on the area above your clit."

Claire reached across the bed to where she had previously left it and although difficult, she managed to turn the black knob while holding it in one hand and placed the vibrating object against her hood. Almost at once she came, not with the intensity she had anticipated but very satisfying nonetheless. As soon as she began to relax from the last throbs of what by then was her fourth orgasm, she felt movement again inside her vagina. Robert began pushing the large dildo into her now in one slow but continuous movement and as the ridges passed across her special spot, she felt the warm flow of blood again building in her pelvis. Soon the dildo reached all the way in and as it hit the outer wall of her cervix she came instantly, her vagina clenched tight around the intruder until she relaxed a little and sensed that Robert had placed the tip of his member into the outer area of her anus.

"Look at me Miranda."

By this time Claire cared less about whatever Robert wanted to do and she turned her head toward him and pushed back a little in encouragement as she felt him push the bulbous end slowly inside her tight little anus. All the while she had forgotten that the dildo was still completely inside her vagina and she loved the sensation of being literally engulfed, as both openings were now being permeated by flesh and plastic. Now, Robert had about four inches of his penis inside her backside and he began to rhythmically move in and out and as he did so, she started doing the same thing with the dildo in her vagina. Robert simultaneously caressed the small of her back, intently gazing at the orange and white emblem that stood out against the light brown skin above her tailbone. As his movements quickened and the penetration depth increased, Claire followed along with her own copycat tool until suddenly she felt him thrust all at once inside as he let out a guttural cry that signaled an explosion of semen was splashing into the deeper parts of her anal canal. For a fleeting moment she found herself grateful that Robert, though not exactly small was not the same size as the thing that she had in her hand. At the moment she had felt him come, she pushed the dildo until it again reached the cervical wall and she shuddered as another mind blowing climactic wave of chaotic bliss hit her.

They collapsed with Robert lying on top of Claire, both utterly spent from the sheer exhaustion of the intensity of their respective orgasms. Robert remembered the cock ring and not wanting to suffer the numbing consequences of wearing it for too long, he pulled his still hard penis out of Claire's anus and undid the small clip that held the ring in place. As his erection began to recede, he reached around and took hold of the dildo that was still nestled snugly inside Claire's vagina and slowly pulled it out even while her pelvic muscles were fighting against him to keep it in. Claire gave another soft gasp as the latex popped out of her widened opening and she lay down with her head back on the soft pillows. Robert rolled off her back and they lay beside each other, completely exhausted but completely satisfied. Not a word was spoken.

Claire woke first and remembering where and why they were there, resisted the urge to wake Robert and discuss what had just happened. Realizing she hadn't actually gotten undressed, she rolled off the bed and pulled her dress down and quietly zipped it back up. Looking at the clock, she saw it was now almost seven a clock, five hours had passed since she made that first knock on the hotel bedroom door. She opened the bathroom door and as she closed it behind her, she switched on the lamp beside the washbasin and out of the corner of her eye noticed a large arrangement of flowers in a pretty vase. They were mainly roses and some lilies with a small envelope perched on top of a green stick. She opened the envelope and inside was a note together with five crisp one hundred dollar bills.

Darling Claire,

Thank you so much for not just this evening, however it worked out, but for just being Claire and also for having the courage to play Miranda even for just one night. I knew beforehand that I would enjoy myself if only for the chance to watch you walk through that door. I can only hope you enjoyed it too. The extra cash is not a bonus for Miranda but for you to buy yourself something special. You are my sweetest, loving wife, girlfriend and lover. I love you very much. Rob, XOX

Claire felt a small tear trickle down her cheek as she folded the cash and note back into the envelope and placed it inside the small clutch she had carried that night. She made an attempt at fixing her extremely tousled hair and left the hotel room leaving Robert asleep in the middle of the bed. Carrying the purse and the flowers, she took the elevator down, strolled casually through the now bustling hotel lobby and walked outside to the valet parking area. She handed the claim check to the valet and waited in the evening sunshine for her car. In a few minutes her Lexus appeared and purred to a halt in front of the hotel entrance. Claire opened a back door and placed the vase and flowers upright on the floor behind the passenger seat. She walked around to the driver's side and as the valet held the door open, she opened the clutch and realized she had not thought to bring cash for the valet. Still feeling somewhat lighter than air, she opened the envelope and took one of the hundreds from the wad and gave it to the valet while sliding into the seat in one elegant motion not caring what she flashed or what he might see. As she drove off she felt so good and didn't give a second thought to the extravagance of the tip, she just felt so... alive.



The Postlude

It was eight thirty when Robert finally woke from the sleep of the just. He rubbed his eyes, collected his thoughts and then broke down into a strange combination of crying and laughing. He could hardly believe that they had actually pulled it off, a role-play fantasy that from what he could recollect in a short amount of time was not only a success but also an incredibly intimate and sexually fulfilling experience. Wanting to pinch himself to be sure he was there, in that room, at that time, he realized he needed to get home, wondering all the while where Claire was and how she felt about what had just happened in that room.

He literally jumped off the bed and made for the bathroom door. The first thing he noticed was the flowers were gone, the second were the two notes scrawled one on top of the other in red lipstick on the bathroom mirror.

Senor Cortinez,

Thank you for your business; that was a very enjoyable evening.

M

Rob,

I love you darling.

C

Rob smiled to himself at the messages and used the washbasin to freshen his face before pausing once more to look at the mirror on the way out of the bathroom. He decided to leave the message on the mirror for the cleaners or perhaps the room's next occupants to see. It just made him feel special. He got dressed, gathered the used toys and placed them with the bottle of lubricant into the briefcase he had brought with him hours earlier. Checking around the room one last time he walked out of the door to the elevator, pushed the down button and waited for a few seconds for it to arrive. He got in, pushed the button and gave a sigh as the doors closed. He knew he would be driving home but needed a drink to settle him down before the journey and seeing Claire again. He had only a sip or two of the wine in the hotel room so he decided to walk through the hallway leading to the anteroom where the informal hotel bar was located. He took a stool at the end of the bar and ordered Jim Beam on the rocks and spent a few minutes trying to recollect every detail of the happenings of the evening.

Claire pulled into the two-car garage, closed the door with the automatic opener and got out of the car. She walked over to the door that led to the boot room next to their kitchen and placed her purse on the small bench. She walked back into the garage, opened the rear passenger door to retrieve the vase and flowers, took them into the house and walked all the way through to their master bedroom. She placed the vase on the chest of drawers opposite their bed and walked into the adjacent bathroom. She opened the glass shower door, turned the hot faucet knob anticlockwise, stepped out and stood facing the large mirror that spanned both the his and her sinks. As she did so she began to pull the zipper down and let the dress fall over her shoulders. She felt a giddy sense of naughtiness as she watched the dress fall, exposing her still swollen breasts and large red protruding nipples. As the dress dropped all the way to the floor she saw the slight red shading of her swollen sex glands with the lubricant still glistening as it stuck to the small patch of hair. As she stepped into the warm mist of the shower, she had never felt so attractive.

Robert finished his drink and motioned for the waiter for the check. He paid, left a generous tip and made toward the hotel entrance to retrieve his car.

"Thank you Mr. Cortinez," said the valet as he handed Robert the keys. Taken aback, it took Rob a full three seconds to realize that the boy was addressing him before he handed him a twenty-dollar bill, slid behind the wheel of the black Range Rover and pointed the car's nose toward the highway. He put some mellow music station on from the satellite channels and as he began to ruminate again on the evening he remembered once more that Claire had been naked under the dress. He found himself wishing she were there right now, alongside him so he could push a hand under the dress and play with her on the drive home. At the same time he noticed his erection growing again and for some unknown reason, he thought about how he always masturbated after they had sex. Not straightaway but always the same day, it always felt more intense the second or third time. He wasn't complaining but couldn't help but muse over the inequity of the differing orgasmic responses of men and women. It didn't seem fair that they could go on and on while for men it's a one and done kind of thing. Before he knew it he was inside the garage, noticed the hood of Claire's car was already cool and that she had been home for some time. He opened the door, saw the purse on the bench and walked through the cool, air-conditioned house to the master bedroom.

Claire was lying in bed, seemingly asleep with one arm outside the covers and what he perceived to be a slightly flushed face resting on her pillow. He quietly entered the bathroom and undressed. His erection had subsided a little but was still in an in between state as he turned on the faucet and stepped into the shower. He was in the shower for a full fifteen minutes, alternately washing his hair and body interspersed with thoughts from before. As these thoughts popped into his head, the blood flow to his penis increased proportionately and he couldn't help but smile to himself, God, he felt good.

Robert stepped out of the shower, toweled dry and as was his custom, slid naked into his side of the bed near the window. As he nestled close to Claire in a spoon position, she shifted slightly away from him but he moved closer again and as his erection grew even more he whispered, "Claire, are you awake?"

Claire lazily turned over and in a slightly grumpy voice, "Rob, I know you are there, I can certainly feel you but I'm just so exhausted from tonight, I don't think I can take you in any more."

"But sweetie, I am on such a high and so turned on, I really need you again."

"Please Rob, no, not again tonight, can you do it yourself, please?"

Rob leaned back toward the nightstand, opened the drawer and took out a small blue bottle of lubricant he kept for just such occasions. He pushed the bed linens back to expose his erect penis and applied some of the liquid to the shaft as he had in the hotel room earlier. Normally this would be the signal for Claire to roll over and go back to sleep but to his surprise, she half rolled toward him and fixed her eyes first on his, and then on his hand pleasuring himself with alternating long strokes and short slow movements that concentrated once again on the very sensitive area on the underside of the frenulum. As he stroked, he leaned over and gave Claire a kiss on the head, then leaned back and increased the intensity of his movements to accelerate toward the intense climax he craved.

"Talk to me and tell me when you are about to come," whispered Claire who was plainly more engaged in this than Rob had thought. Rob circled the base of his penis with the fingers of his right hand, squeezing in a rhythmic motion to encourage more blood flow into the engorged corpuscles of his swollen gland. Now beginning to groan a little, Rob managed to utter, "Almost there.' With that Claire sat up and moved imperceptibly closer to Rob. She didn't touch him or say anything more. All she did was watch him, first studying his face as it began to contort with an increasing look of pleasure, then at his erection as it began to swell to full size, the head standing proud on top of the thickening shaft. Her instincts told her that when he was about to come, he would probably make some noise or groan as it approached and she patiently waited for the right moment. As the swell of seminal fluid began to make its journey from his testicles, through the vas to the opening at the tip of his penis, she noticed the veins in his neck and those on the outside of his penis begin to swell and pulsate rhythmically. At that exact moment she leaned over and took him into her mouth just as the warm, salty ejaculate flowed from his straining tissue. She held him inside her mouth for as long as she could feel each shot hitting the back of her throat. When she knew he had finished, she slid her lips along his length as he slipped out and looked him in the eye as she showed him the white sticky liquid between her lips before swallowing with a gesture that didn't need any explanation.



Playtime at the Pool Hall



In an attempt to procrastinate, she stood at the bottom of the staircase debating whether he was more nervous in that moment or the first time she stood at the bottom of those stairs. They were two different cases of nerves. The first time, three months ago, she stood at the base of these stairs she was about to attend her first munch ever. She was never good with a group of people she didn't know. She always was self-conscious. This time, this time she stood at the base of the steps for a completely different reason.

It should be easy. He wasn't a stranger. She had been talking to him for three months. She had met him twice. It wasn't like she was meeting him for the first time. However, this time, they were meeting under a different pretense. This time they were meeting as dominant and submissive, not two kinky people getting to know one another.

She closed her eyes and willed herself to take the first step. Opening them, taking a deep breath, she began to ascend the stairs. Her entire body was flush; she could feel the heat radiating from the apex of her thighs up through her stomach, over her chest, to her face. Her cheeks, she could feel their redness. 

She had dressed as he requested. Her top was tight and low-cut. A deep V revealed her ample 38D breasts. Her skirt was loose and flared, flattering her hourglass figure. She wore a shelf bra and no panties to match. She had shaved earlier that day, and was very aware of her bare sex. Her heels were a bit higher than she was used to wearing, four inches. However, it made her legs look fantastic.

Normally, she did not dress so proactively. As a heavier girl, she didn't believe she could get away dressing sexy. However, she did enjoy following directions. As she stared at herself in the mirror before she left her house, she felt both exposed and obedient. Both left her a bit moist between the thighs.

As the front desk of the billiard hall came into view her heart sunk when she didn't see him. For a brief moment she thought maybe she had been played for a fool. Perhaps he wasn't even there. Perhaps he had set her up just to mock her for showing up.

She turned her head to see him seated at a booth to her left, at the top of the stairs. Relief washed over her and her face turned red with embarrassment and anticipation. He smiled warmly at her from his seat. 

His eyes drank her in, scanning from the top of her head down to her feet as she approached him. Raising his hand, using his index finger, he motioned for her to turn. She slowly did as he asked; her skirt flared a bit with the motion. Her heartbeat quickened, as she realized he was inspecting her. Apparently it had begun already.

"You look lovely."

"Thank you."

"I wonder how many of my instructions you followed."

She bit her lower lip and looked around. There were a group of four twenty-something's standing around a table chatting while they shot pool on the other side of the staircase. Another pair at another table intently stared at the balls scattered over the felt. 

When her eyes returned to him he raised his eyebrow. She let out a low whine and could feel her anticipation climbing. She wanted to tell him that she did everything that he asked. She wanted to show him. However, being so public she was terrified and that was driving her arousal more.

"Well?"

"All of them." She admitted.

He motioned for her to take a seat across from him. Thankful for the reprieve, her admission that she had did as he asked left her feeling as though there were a spotlight on her. It was as if she had walked into the room and everyone knew she was following his directions. It was foolish, and she knew this, but it still felt that way.

"Lean a bit forward." He instructed with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

She gulped and looked around. The people that were in the establishment were very engrossed in their games. It was like she wasn't even there. However, she still felt as though they were watching her. In reality it was only his eyes on her, and they were the only eyes that did truly matter.

Taking a deep breath she did as he asked. In doing so, her shirt fell open a bit, exposing her bright pink shelf bra and the ample cleavage it had produced. She watched as his eyes purposely lowered from her light blue eyes down to her breasts. She felt him ogling her and squeezed her thighs together.

Normally, she wore a padded bra. This was because she hated the idea that her nipples would show. However, he had requested she wear a thinner bra. When he nodded at her, she leaned back and her hardened nipples were on full display. There was no way to hide them with the thing materials of her bra and shirt covering them. His smile grew.

"I think I need to attend to something behind the counter. Come."

He shifted himself out of the booth and began to walk toward the counter. A bit confused she slowly followed behind him. He stopped in front of the register, and began to fumble with some paperwork. She stood beside him a bit confused.

Taking her wrist, he tugged her up against his large body. Without looking at her, his hand released her wrist, slid down her back, over her ass and he gave it a light tap. She sucked in a deep breath; a flutter in her stomach matched the tingle in her clit. His hand began to make circles over her ass, lightly rubbing her flesh under the skirt.

He lowered his face to her ear, keeping his eyes out to the customers. "Bend at the waist; rest your elbows on the counter like a good girl."

Blushing, the term good girl was like a trigger word. Her entire body tingled and she shivered ever so slightly. Pushing her ass into his hand he gave her a firm squeeze and she bit her lip trying not to make a sound, she lowered her body and rested her elbows on the counter. She knew that her shirt was now draped in such a way; anyone walking up the steps would see her bra and cleavage. The feeling of being exposed filled her and her sex began to drip between her thighs.

He patted her ass affirming his approval of her obedience. She felt the skirt beginning to climb the back of her thighs. He was using his fingers to pull it up. She was not wearing any panties. She was about to be truly exposed. Her heart raced and she looked at him pleading. She wasn't sure what exactly she was pleading for: mercy or for him to continue.

He merely smiled down at her as her skirt went higher and higher behind her. Soon the cool air of the pool hall tickled her backside. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. The heat between her legs had grown exponentially. His fingers tickled her ass cheeks briefly before the skirt fluttered back down.

"Good girl for listening." He whispered in her ear again.

She gulped, turning her face toward his. He was referring to her not wearing panties as he instructed. "Thank you."

A man in his forties climbed the stairs and she sucked in his breath. She froze in place. He had commanded her to remain this way. She was exposing herself to this man. It was lurid. The older man approached the counter, caring tube with a strap in his hands. His eyes met hers briefly. She blushed as his brown eyes went down to her breasts. She whined audibly and her companion chuckled next to her.

She remained in this position while her companion spoke with the man briefly about the tables and upcoming tournaments. The man was then directed to his table. One more glance at her chest before he nodded and went to his table.

Her companion's large hand went into her hair. He stroked her blondish locks adoringly. Then he gripped a fistful at the base and tugged hard enough for her to get the point but not hard enough for anyone else to realize what she was doing.

"Did you enjoy giving him a show?" He whispered as he nuzzled against her ear.

"Yes."

"Good, I did too."

He tilted her head away from him briefly. Her breath was quicker, shorter breaths. He kissed her neck, the sensitive crook, and then released her. The longing in her body shocked her at first. She was unbelievably turned on and he had barely touched her in a sexual manner.

"Back to the table." He directed.

Once the approached the table, he motioned for her to slide into the booth first. She slid on the side he was previously seated. He scooted next to her and when their bodies touched she felt a zing throughout her body.

He crossed his arms and she gasped. His fingers were discreetly stroking her hardened nipple. She looked around wondering if anyone else could see. The fortyish man, from before, eyed her and nodded when they met eyes. She quickly lowered her eyes and looked to the table. Her sex pulsed with each pass his finger made over the nubbin of her breast. 

"Spread your legs."

She hesitated only for a moment. He pinched her nipple hard and she let out a low yelp. No one could hear her over the music he had playing since they were on the other side of the room. Blushing, she did as he asked, opening her legs as much as she could in the booth.

His fingers left her breast and his right hand landed on her thigh. His left hand was on top of the table holding a large red glass. Her own hands were on the table nervously fumbling with her phone. Her skirt, she felt him inching it up further and further.

Again she closed her eyes; her arousal was higher than it ever had been in her life. She was seated in a booth, wearing no panties, legs spread, and he was about to find out just how wet she was. She wasn't sure if she should be as ashamed of this as she was. However, it turned her on more than she ever wanted to admit.

Once her skirt was lifted to his liking his hand slid down her inner thigh. Her awareness of his hand was heightened by her feelings of exposure and her primal need for him to touch her. She realized she was holding her breath anticipating him touching her. 

She let out a low moan as soon as his fingers made contact. The tip of his middle finger began to graze the moist, puffy, outer lip of her sex. She licked her lips and tried to control her breathing as he pushed his finger forward, deeper.

She held onto her phone tightly when his fingers began to explore her wetness. He used one digit slowly stroked her outer lips. He stroked her slit, teasing her. She couldn't control it; a louder moan came from her. 

He leaned into her. His breath was hot on her ear, her skin, her neck, and she moaned louder closing her eyes. She was shutting out the world around her and focusing on the sensations. She focused on his fingers as they pressed into her, finding her inner lips, sliding in her wetness. She focused on his warm breath causing tingling throughout her skin, teasing her, she was so aware of him. She could feel him pressing against her. She wondered if he was as hot as she was.

"So wet." He commented in her ear before he bit her lobe lightly.

"Yes." Her husky response was all she could muster.

His amused chuckle in her ear sent a shiver down her spine. She scooted lower in the seat, pushing her hips forward. She was offering herself to him for further exploration. Her reward was his fingers finding her clit. The breath was caught in her throat as he began to tease, press, and rub the bundle of nerves that controlled her sexual desires.

"What did I find?"

Her legs trembled slightly as he continued to stroke her sex, paying particular attention to her clit. She breathed heavily, panting almost. Removing his hand briefly from her sex she whimpered. 

His large hand covered hers, and guided it down to his thigh. His full erection was pressed against his thigh. Her hand covered it and his returned to her sex. It was clear that he wanted her to attend to him as much as he was attending to her. 

Lightly she squeezed the hardness against his thigh through his pants. His fingers slid between her folds and found the opening to her sex. He circled the desperate opening and began to whisper to her.

"When we close, you are going to kneel and take me in your mouth. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

She had never wanted an establishment to close more than she had in that moment. She slid her hand over the full length of his erection as his finger pushing into her. She let out a loud moan in a sigh and closed her eyes. She didn't care in that moment who could hear her or who could see her. She just wanted more, she wanted him to continue.

"You are going to take me deep in your throat, in the middle of the floor."

"Yes."

His finger pushed in deeper and she groaned. Her own hand squeezed him. He let out a groan of his own.

"Then I am going to lay you on the table over there." He nodded toward a table with blue felt to their right. "I am going to lay you on your back, drape your head over the edge, and I am going to fuck your throat."

"God yes!" Louder this time. She couldn't control her need, her lust for him.

He pushed a second finger inside her. She wiggled her hips and stroked him more. She wanted to release his cock. She wanted to start the game sooner. She wanted him then right there. 

"The question is will I shoot it down your throat, over your beautiful tits, or on your face?"

His thumb pressed against her clit and it was like a white shock through her body. Her eyes opened wide and she couldn't see. He pressed and rubbed. Her body shook a bit and she squeezed the spongy head of his cock through his pants.

"You would look so pretty decorated with cum. You will drive home like that won't you? Wearing my cum?"

"Yes!"

She said it louder than she had intended. However, she paid no mind if anyone had heard her. She just rocked her hips in time with his fingers sliding in and out of her. She was about to cum. She was about to explode in the presence of people who, she assumed, had no idea that she was being fingered and teased by someone she barely knew. 

"Good girl."

And she was done. He pushed her over the edge with that compliment. He pushed her right over the edge as his thumb pressed hard against her clit, and his fingers were buried deep inside her. He wiggled them enough to stimulate her g-spot. Through gritted teeth she groaned while her body shook. She rode her orgasm to completion sitting in the booth beside him while her sex clenched tightly around his fingers.

Proudly, with a smug smirk on his face, he withdrew his fingers from her sex. Gasping a bit, suddenly acutely aware of where she was, she watched him suck his glistening fingers into his mouth. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment with what she had just extremely aware that she was in public.

"You are delicious."

She groaned and wanted to run. She wanted to get as far from this as possible. His eyes sparkled; she wondered if he could read her mind in that moment.

Tucking a freshly sucked finger under her chin he raised her face to his. Gently, he planted a kiss on her lips. It was tender it was sweet, and it soothed her. She closed her eyes and welcomed the affection.

Running a clean finger over her nose after their kiss he smiled at her. "Don't worry. You will reciprocate in about an hour."

With that he pushed her skirt down, and slid himself out of the booth. He approached the counter. Her eyes followed him. The group of twenty-something's were snickering at her as he approached the counter to ring them up. She hung her head, she was sure they knew.