5 comments/ 81077 views/ 4 favorites A Blind Date By: Toyman Cassie stood and once again went into the kitchen to check the clock. It showed the time to be a quarter after nine, only ten minutes from when she last checked. She sighed and went back out to join her family in the conclusion of the movie. She smiled at her husband trying unsuccessfully to assuage his anger at her for interrupting the movie once again. Cassie couldn't help herself. She was dying to get to bed, to bed and with Paul. It had first started about 3 months ago. Cassie and her husband had grown passionless in their marriage. She had wondered why, working too hard, interrupted by the kids, simply overwhelmed by the sameness of it all, the reason didn't matter. One night as Cassie slept she was caught in the grip of the most realistic dream. She was amazed at the clarity and the colors, the single uninterrupted play of it. Never had she known dreams to seem so very real. It was as if she were truly living in the fabrication of her mind, yet each morning she would awaken, remembering fully everything that had taken place. The true drug of it all was what took place in her dream. The things that Paul made her do or feel were deliciously wicked, things beyond the imaginings of a strong independent and successful woman. The movie finally came to a conclusion. Cassie jumped up with a strange haste and began rushing the kids to bed. Her husband wondered if maybe he could get a little of her enthusiasm as they made their way to bed. He was certainly in the mood for it tonight. It had been many nights since they had made love, yet she had almost attacked him on several mornings recently. As Cassie slipped into bed, he moved closer, placing his hand on her hip and nudging between her legs with his knee. It was the signal for what he wanted. Cassie looked directly into his eyes, her desire was aflame within her and he was encouraged. Just as he reached up to cup her breast she turned, rolling over, she closed her eyes in search of Paul. Her guilt a brief fleeting emotion as she simply told herself that Paul would have taken her, she would not have been able to roll away. Until her husband learned this, he would run a close second to her dreams. The night swirls into her mind. Cassie is adrift in that warm darkness of her dreams. The picture comes into focus and she sees herself, she sits at her desk watching the agonizing progress of her clock. The dream Cassie looks up, and she is pulled inside the apparition until she lives the dream, looking out through the eyes of her dream. She has patiently waited all week for this rather strange date to begin. She waits for the mysterious trade rep to take her on her blind date. "Just what does he mean "blind date"? I have known him for months, and what is with that odd agreement I signed," she thinks to herself "requiring my full participation in the date at all times or it ends instantly? If he wasn't so damned... erotic, yes that's it. He just oozes sensuality, making me feel... so... "mmmmm," she moans to herself, as she once again feels the warmth and wetness gather at her pussy. Cassie, a very sexy 30 something woman just can't deny passion, her husband has lost what interest he first showed and only feeds her passion when he needs a little. "Well fuck him," she thinks to herself. Reaching inside her blouse she snaps the rubber band secured to her nipple as Paul requested. The rubber striking the nipple, made erect by the tight band, shoots straight down to her pussy. The slow fade of the sting, like the tingling after orgasm, seeps through her nerves abating slowly. God, she never realized what she was missing by exploiting her sensitive breast this way. She had never realized a lot of things until Paul. The door opens and Paul steps inside, only he can come in unannounced. She flashes him one of her best smiles carefully cultivated to arouse and confuse men in business situations, it has no affect on him. She knew it wouldn't, he never loses control. He closes the door "Are we ready?" he asks. "Yes Paul I..." "Stand," he interrupts. She stands and his eyes take in her beauty. Her breasts, a respectable c cup, poke gently against the silk blouse. Her long sexy legs stretch out of a mid thigh skirt encased in the silk thigh high stockings she was requested to wear. "Panties?" he inquires, watching as she almost imperceptibly nods. "Take them off please." he instructs her. Cassie hesitates momentarily, then pulling her skirt up on the sides, hooks her thumbs in and slides them down. "Leave them." he orders as she begins to pick them up. She straightens, thinking that the cleaning staff is sure to find them. The thought makes her hot. Paul reaches into his suit pocket and produces a small jelly plug about 2 inches around and 5 inches long, bullet shaped with a flat base. "Bend over the desk." he commands. She stands in place, her eyes transfixed by the anal plug, "What the hell is going on?" she thinks to herself. He pulls out the contract she signed, hesitates, and turns to leave. "Wait!" she yells, a little to loudly. She turns to the desk and leans across it reaching back to pull her skirt up over her shapely ass. She looks at the frosted glass panel next to her door and swears it is transparent, certain that the whole office can see her lewdly displayed. He steps up and strokes her ass, as he nudges her feet wider. She feels the cold jelly plug as it contacts her wet pussy. He begins to rub it up and down her silky slit, coating it with her juices. Cassie feels it pull away, and then it presses against her tight ass. She feels herself begin to open and she pushes against the object forcing her to open wider. As her ass reaches the widest portion of the plug, it is almost too much. Slipping down to tighten on the narrow part by the base, the plug wedges firmly in her ass. Paul pulls her to her feet and places a hand on her cheek kissing her ever so gently on the lips. They turn and go out the door. Everyone in the office it seems steals a glance at Cassie and the man that consumes her. He purposefully takes longer strides pressing her slightly on the lower back encouraging her to go faster. He does it not out of concern for the watching eyes, but for what it does to his sweet submissive. Cassie struggles to keep up. From that first step, the plug has begun to move back and forth with the sway of her hips, causing an explosion of pleasure through her body. It is hard to walk normal as your getting ass fucked with everyone looking. As they reach the elevator her knees buckle, he quickly catches and supports her as her orgasm subsides. They enter the elevator and she leans her head against his chest. "Do you like my gift, my sweet?" He inquires gently. A barely audible yes whispers from her lips as she struggles to recover. He reaches down and gathers the evidence of her pleasure on his fingers. Just before reaching the bottom floor, he withdraws his hand and wipes a glistening sheen on her lips. He kisses her, tasting, then breaks it as the door opens. They walk out and into his waiting car. As they begin to move through the city streets Paul produces a blindfold. "This is what I meant by blind date love, please put it on" he asks. "Paul, I ..."she begins and he quickly cuts her off. I asked you to put it on, if you choose not to then I will drop you off and be gone. Cassie lowers her head and slips the padded blindfold over her head. She feels slightly overwhelmed as the darkness sweeps over her. It has a tangible feel, slightly claustrophobic in nature. Her level of awareness grows steadily though until each and every sense that is still free is super aware. She can smell the light scent of his cologne as well as her own arousal. Under all, there is the scent of the leather seats. Thinking of the seats leads her to how they feel on her ass. The smooth leather gripping, molding itself to her ass, each bump transitioned directly into the plug wedged deep inside. She can almost feel the slickness where her pussy drips onto the kidskin. Cassie can hear everything, from the faint traffic sounds coming through the well-insulated doors, to the slow measured breathing of her lover. She listens carefully to the air, almost visualizing it curling among his lips slowly in and out. "Cassie?" He says, startling her out of her fixation. "Yes sir" she whispers quietly. "Lay back and show me your rubber bands, show me what you do with them" He requests. Finally able to embrace something familiar she lays back into the seat. Unbuttoning her blouse she opens it to either side. She quickly grasps the band snug around her nipple with one hand and the free end with the other. She stretches it a little further in person caught up in the moment. SNAP! It crashes against her tender nipple, a gasp escapes her lips as a flash goes off behind the blindfold. "Again" he commands. She pulls it away from the nipple already redder, larger from the first time Snap! It crashes again. A low moan slips out. "The other one now" he commands again. Cassie grabs the other one, starts to pull the elastic away and his hands close over hers. He takes hold of the elastic and she drops her own hand. He holds it poised. She is tensed waiting for it to fall, it doesn't. Her nipple, erect filling with pressure as the elastic constricts, begins to throb. It seems like hours go by then SNAP it lands on her super sensitive tit. Unggggggghhhh! A small orgasm slips out of her, every twinge bittersweet in intensity due to the blindfold. She lies there recovering; absently her fingers stroke her breasts. "We have arrived." He whispers. "I want no more doubts from you Cassie. Your going to experience things far beyond what you have already, you can stop now, if not you are to finish the evening. Shall we continue?" Far beyond!, what can he possibly have in store, shouldn't I just quit? She thinks to herself. But god he makes me feel so fucking good. Slowly she nods her head. "That isn't good enough Cassie, tell me" "Yes sir, you may do what you will with me tonight" She answers, surprised at the submission that seems so natural in her voice. She starts to button her blouse and he quickly stops her "Leave it Cassie, it is alright" he soothes. He gets out and gently helps her from the car. An annoying buzz shatters the vision. Harsh morning sun slips into her barely cracked eyelids as Cassie realizes she has awakened. Sleepily she slaps the alarm clock rolling to her side, her legs wrapped intently around her hand as she struggles to deal with your unsatisfied desire. Her husband walks from the shower snickering something about her gasping in her sleep. Cassie yanks his towel free and pulls him to the bed, the smell of the shower fresh upon his skin. Pushing him over Cassie throws her leg across, straddling him facing his feet. Her drenched pussy slips easily over him before he is even ready. Cassie feels him growing quickly inside her but shakes it off, concentrating on herself and the dream. Cassie's nipples still throb remembering the slap of the rubber bands and the delicious way they'd tighten when pulled. Cassie cups her breast as she begins sliding her hips back and forth over her husband. She pinches her nipples and yelps at how tender they are, glancing down she notices little red loop shaped marks. Cassie explodes. The fear and excitement prove too much and orgasm rips through her. Once again Cassie is a slave to the clock. Since dinner she had constantly watched it this time filled with the same excitement, but also a little fear at the reality of these dreams. People shouldn't bear the marks of their dreams should they? She thought to herself. She had semi rationalized that it was psychosomatic, that her body had just produced what her mind had instructed it too. But it was still weird and a little frightening. Cassie's husband still was angry with her. She had climbed off him just as he had cum, capturing the first shot but leaving the rest to splash upon his just and legs, his little prick looked like a small comical fire hose becoming a dribble as his orgasm was interrupted. He had been forced to re shower, making him late, which in turn drew an ass chewing from his boss. He would probably stay mad for a few days. Oh well, she sighs. Taking advantage of his anger, Cassie quickly goes to bed early in the evening. Closing her eyes and controlling her breathing, she drifts off. A swirl of sunlight and reflection dance before her eyes, Cassie stumbles a bit as she syncs into the dream and becomes aware that she is partially undressed on a sidewalk in front of a building. He wraps his arm around her waist and steers her as she walks, calmly telling her when to step up or down. They ascend a small set of steps obviously the entrance to a building. They pass through a door and Cassie first hears music, then the quiet background noise of a crowded restaurant. "Don't, it is alright" he cautions as she goes to close her shirt. "Your usual table Mister Paul" the Maitre de gushes and quickly receives a nod. "The dressing room is right this way" Cassie feels him walk past as she receives a nudge from Paul. He guides her into a room and she hears the man depart. Cassie catches the odor of clothing in large quantities and figures it must be the coatroom. Paul steps behind her and wraps her in his arms, "Are you OK love?" he whispers. She nods her head, although the image of the host looking at her breasts rest firmly in her mind. She feels Paul pull the blouse over her shoulders and slide down her arms. He then reaches around and begins to undo her skirt, Her pussy aches with the nearness of his hands. Moving in front of her Paul loosens the rubber bands and removes them from her stiff nipples, Cassie feels a ring placed around her right nipple and starts to ask what it is when she feels pressure against it. Paul squeezes the rubber cylinder forcing the air out around her nipple, letting go the rubber expands creating great suction. Cassie's mind explodes, as the suction is concentrated right on her nipple. It fills with blood growing as large as it can and throbbing. Paul pulls the cylinder until the suction breaks and deftly grabs the nipple with the clip in his hand. OOOOOh! Cassie gasps, as he begins to do the other, once done her nipples feel like they will burst, the pinching seems to travel a single nerve straight down to her tailbone. Her wetness, she swears, begins to leak down her thighs. She feels the coldness of a fine chain connecting the clips resting on her midriff. "This is a very special club, my sweet. It is a membership only place and of course those they choose to bring. Aside from that is a regular restaurant. You needn't be concerned about the legalities of what goes on, nudity is normal, so enjoy." "But, Paul..." "Hush dear one, you mustn't speak unless asked too or given permission. Cassie next feels some kind of collar circle her neck. The implications rush through her mind as he fastens it. "Am I an animal?" "Should I be degraded!" He senses her confusion and quickly reassures her. "It means you are mine love, you will do as I desire, and it is placed there with the greatest respect that I choose you. The warmth of his words flow through her. He finishes fastening wrist and ankle cuffs to her then stands and asks "Are you ready?." She answers as humbly as she can, "Yes sir." Paul smiles and tugs on her leash, again surprising her. The leash attached to the chain on her nipples gets instant results. Cassie shoots forward as the exquisite flash of feeling fades into her breasts. Pulled by the leash she stumbles forward following, the whoosh as a door opens and suddenly the wave of crowd noise washes over her. The sexual energy from the nipple stimulation and anal plug, the excitement of become a servant of the man she loves, and the erotic sense of being exhibited in front of so many people crash together in Cassie's mind. The result is a massive orgasm. Paul feels the chain go taut, He turns to find something he didn't expect, There Cassie, dropping to her knees as the first guttural moan tumbles from her lips. Her hands cup her pussy as if she's afraid it will exploded, the chorus of her pleasure reaches the furthest corner and echo's back silencing the crowd. Every eye turns to regard the young slave in passions grip as she reaches the end. The only sound in the room is her breathing as she struggles back to her feet. The rest of the room is filled with silence. Slowly the measured smack of a single pair of hands ventures forth, a wave of applause follows as everyone stands to give appreciation for pleasure. Sent to here Cassie goes beat red. She hangs her head as Paul continues to the table. His own arousal peaked, makes walking difficult. He knew Cassie was a sexy woman but he didn't expect how much. He tells her to halt and wait, as he quickly prepares her chair. The chair is specially made; it holds the slave's thighs apart at a 45-degree angle. It has no backrest rather a padded section in front in which the midriff rests against, this forces the ass back slightly off the seat and open. Paul removes the rubber cock that attaches to the seat figuring Cassie needs a little break. She feels a tug on her breasts and allows Paul to fit her into the chair. She feels so lewdly displayed with her ass spread showing everyone behind her wares, not to mention the plug. The waitress arrives in a cute leather outfit that accentuates rather than hides her female charms. Paul orders, a fruit platter, oil and ice. He also whispers a quick request in the girl's ear and she answers "Of course sir." As she goes to leave she stops by Cassie. There is a slight pause then she quickly removes the plug. Cassie jumps at her touch and then swoons as her ass is once again stretched. It is over before she knows it and the girl is gone. Cassie feels Paul's hand on her face, he brushes her hair back and tells her how lovely she looks. The moment is interrupted by the sharp sound of leather on flesh as another slave is spanked on the stage with a wide leather warmer. Cassie fixates on the sound, the sharp smack followed by the almost silent exhale, whimper, moan of the girl. Each time the sound louder than before as Cassie recalls the secret fantasies that no one knows, not even her husband. He had been great when they first married, not at all like the passive indifference of today. She recalls one day when he put her over his knee and spanked her. She had protested as any normal good wife would yet, had yearned for it to continue. He had given up way to easy, not intuitively knowing like..." Cassie, You like that sound do you?" Paul inquired gently. Her embarrassment flushed through her as she realized she'd been caught. "Yes sir" she mumbled quietly. "Maybe we can arrange something later my sweet." The tremor of excitement once again shoots through her. "Ah here's our order." Cassie waits patiently as the shuffle of service goes on. Something bumps against her lips and she shies back, she hears Paul whisper "its ok." She allows it in and her mouth is filled with cantaloupe. She bites it and the juice runs down the side of her mouth and onto her breasts. After that comes a cherry and assorted other fruits. He teases her with them getting her to suck and lick then suggestively. She just started to do obvious things to the banana when the scent of jasmine reaches her nose; a second before she feels hands on her shoulders. The magical fingers feel wonderful on her skin as the oil is rubbed deeply in. This perfect stranger is not shy rubbing her body and reaches around to cup her breasts. The food forgotten, she languishes in the effects of the warm oil and masterful fingers of the masseuse. Her body is completely pampered as the magical hands cover her thighs legs and ass. Cassie almost cums as the oil is rubbed all the way up onto the shaved outer surface of her pussy. The hands work back up onto her neck tipping her head back and Paul whispers, "Kiss her." She feels the lips lightly touch hers and she pursues allowing her tongue to dance into this dainty tender mouth of a stranger. It suddenly occurs to her that the command was not to the masseuse but to Cassie her self, "kiss HER" he said. Oh mmmmmmmm! And she kisses wonderfully. A Blind Date I would like to thank angel love for her time spent on editing my story for submission. * I am sitting at the far right table at the eatery in the mall waiting on you (my blind date). I met you through one of those online dating services. Just the thought of not knowing who it could be was exciting. I start to think about the possibilities as I keep watch for you. It could be anyone I think with excitement! It could be that hot chic in my home room class, who I would love to fuck the shit out of. Or it could even be my own sister, who has no idea that I would love to throw her down on the bed and lick that juicy wet pussy while I rub around her ass hole. I have been thinking about it ever since I walked in on her in the bath. There you were sitting in the tub all wet and soapy playing with your perfect little pussy! Moaning and closing your eyes! I wish I could have sat there and just watched you get off while I jacked off, but I was afraid to get caught so I just went to my room and jacked off! Thinking about it now is making my cock start to stiffen, but there is no way that it could be you! You aren't into the whole Internet dating thing, and if you were I don't think you would like that I was the one that they matched up with you! Just then you walk in! As you walk over to the table I notice that you are wearing a short khaki colored skirt with a tank top that barely covers your perfect tits! "Hey sis what are you doing here?" I ask with a smile. "I'm meeting my date here," you say smiling. "What are you doing here?" you ask me in return. "Same thing!" I say, hoping that my fantasy came true and you are my date! "Well how did you meet your date?" you ask me, "I met mine off of an Internet sight." "Yea, what site did you meet yours off of?" I ask. I start thinking that you are probably wearing a nice thong that matches your bra under that skirt, or maybe even nothing at all! Making my cock fully erect! I look around hoping that no one can see under the table! I move my right hand under the table and start to slowly rub my raging hard on through my jeans! "What site was it that you went to?" you ask me as I notice that you have started taking your foot and rubbing it on my leg a little! "It was www.blinddate.com," I reply warily. "That's the one that I went too!" you giggle with a smile on your face. "I guess that would make you my date!" I say, in a joking tone, not knowing what your reaction was going be. I get even more excited as I start to think about the possibilities that could happen with this! Oh, how I would love to stick my cock in that moist mouth, squeezing your hard nipples, and licking that beautiful clit and tongue fucking you while you suck my hard cock! My thoughts are interrupted as I hear something hit the floor. "Oops!" you say with a seductive grin, "I'll get it!" as I see you slide under the table! Oh God I really hope that she don't notice my hard on I think as I cover it up with my hand! "Hmmm.... what do we have here?" you ask. "I don't know ; what do you mea?" I ask, hoping that you aren't looking at the bulge in my pants. "Oh just this!" you say as I feel your hands run up my inner thighs and stop right at the base of my hard cock! I feel you unzip my pants and pull my hard cock from its confines! Now more turned on then ever I sit back and feel you slide my hard cock into you wet warm mouth! Oh it feels so good! You slide him in and out while you lick the tip before you suck him all the way back in! I sit there and try not to moan since I know that we are in a public place and people are around, but I can't help it! It feels so damn good that a moan escapes my lips and then they just keep coming! I feel my cum rising up my shaft as you continue to suck on my hard member! I feel my legs start to tense up as my balls start to get stiff! I lean my head back and open my mouth and moan real load as the shots of my hot cum splashes onto the back of your throat! I hear you moan from under the table as my cum hits the back of your throat! After you make sure that there is no more cum left you clean him off the rest of the way with your mouth sucking on my balls for a second and then put him away and come out from under the table! I look around and see that we have an audience, and wonder what they are thinking right now! "Lets go!" you say with a seductive look on your face as you grab my hand and pull me out of the eatery! "Where are we going and why?" I ask as I follow you out to your car. "We are going home because it is my turn to see how good you are!" you say as we get into your car and start home! We arrive at home to find that our parents aren't there yet! We go into your bedroom and shut the door! I walk over to you and start to kiss you passionately, sticking my tongue in and out of your mouth while I reach my hand up your skirt and feel your naked freshly shaved pussy! I then take off your shirt and undo you bra and release your beautiful breasts and then tae an erect nipple into my warm wet mouth and start to suck as I finger your wet pussy! I then lay you down on the bed wanting to taste your juices! I slide your skirt off you and just marvel at how beautiful your pussy is! I move my mouth down there and suck your clit in between my lips as my tongue goes crazy licking you pussy while I still finger you! I remove my fingers and stick my tongue into that hot pussy of yours while I play with your clit with my fingers! "Mmmmmmmmmmmm ................ Oh yea like that!" you moan as you grab hold of the back of my head and press me closer to your pussy! I start sucking and licking on your clit with my tongue! I take my free hand and begin to rub your ass hole and watch you squirm like crazy! I feel you start to tense up and then hear that moan that I have heard through my wall so many times that means you are fixing to orgasm! I start to go faster and harder and then I feel you explode in my mouth! "Ooooohhhhh God here it comes!!!!!" you yell as you get off. As your body stops shaking I can see that you are totally satisfied and that you want more of me! So I position my self over you and then gently put the head of my cock at you wet cunt opening! I start to rub the head of my hard cock on your sensitive clit and watch you squirm with delight! You try to move so my cock goes inside you but I am not through teasing you! I stick just a tiny bit of the head inside that hot pussy and then I pull it out! Then I put him in more and pull him out! Then I position him right out side and slam him in all the way inside of you! "Mmmmmmmmmm.......... oh God sis your pussy is so tight and wet!" I say as I start to pound the hell out of you. "Mmmmmmmmmm........... your dick fills me all the way up" you say as you start to meet my thrusts! I can tell that you are getting close to another orgasm because you are getting louder and louder! Just hearing you get loud is making me want to explode in your hot pussy! "Oh yea I think I'm going cum!" You yell as I feel your fingernails dig into my back and feel you tense up! I fell the first wave if orgasm come over you and your pussy gets tighter around my cock sending me over the edge! "Oh God sis here I go!" I yell as I start to explode in your beautiful pussy! "That was so good! We are going have to do this again some time!" I say, as I kiss you one last time and then go jump in the shower! A Blind Date Richard found me propping up the bar in my local, which I must admit is unusual for me, but then life just recently had been unusual. I'd split from my wife a few months earlier and that had just been the first crappy thing in a series. My marriage, or rather the end of it, had affected my work so badly that my sales target hadn't been met and now the company had decided they could do without me. Not only that but my car had been sideswiped by an uninsured driver and was off the road, and now my pet chinchilla had died. That last may sound unimportant, but it was just the last fucking straw and I was drowning my sorrows, thoroughly pissed off with the world. 'You're not going to bring me grief as well are you?' I asked him morosely when he told me that he'd been looking for me. 'Des. Now when would I ever do that?' He grinned and ordered me another drink. Richard is one of those people who ducks and dives for a living, dealing in whatever he can lay his hands on, always up to something that will make him a little cash, mostly staying on the right side of the law but sometimes straying just a little bit over the border. I've learned to be careful around Richard; he's pulled a fast one on me before. Even so, I couldn't help but like the guy and his straightforwardly crooked approach to life. 'It's been known.' I told him. 'What brilliant, can't fail, money making scheme are you trying to get me involved in this time?' 'None.' His face looked innocently offended. 'But I need a favour, and it'll help you out at the same time.' 'This should be interesting.' I turned to face him. 'Go on.' 'You're on your own, yes?' 'Yes.' 'So you're not getting any, are you?' 'Getting any what?' I had a good idea what he meant as I'd been complaining about a non existent sex life the last time I'd seen him, but I wasn't going to make it easy for him. 'You know what I'm on about.' He frowned. 'Sex. You know, the thing you said you ain't getting.' 'All right, what about it?' 'Well I've got this problem.' His face brightened when he saw my interest perk up. 'I've got a date lined up between these two women and me and a mate of mine. But Josh has broken his arm and so he's had to pull out, and so I thought you might like to take his place. They're in town while their husband's attend some conference or other and they're up for a bit off the locals.' 'So basically you want me to join you on a blind date? Is that it?' 'Yeah, but it's a guaranteed shag. An absolutely cast iron guaranteed shag.' 'So what are they like?' I was interested in spite of myself, or at least my cock was. 'Well.' He hesitated a bit. 'They're a bit older than us, but rich and sophisticated and elegant and gorgeous, and gagging for it.' 'How older?' Well..., knocking on close to forty, maybe.' That was quite a bit older, especially if I allowed for his usual bending of the truth. I'd only just crept past my twenty-fifth birthday and Richard was maybe a year or two ahead of me. 'But they're stunning lookers.' 'They'd need to be.' I hesitated, and then made my decision. 'No mate, sorry. I'm skint. I can't afford it.' 'But otherwise you'd be interested?' 'Well yes. You're right when you say I'm not getting any, so if I could afford it I'd be there.' 'Then you're in, 'cos it won't cost you a bean. I'm hoping to get a bit of business from their husbands and so it'll be on me, sort of business expenses, you know?' I should have smelled a rat about then, but it all sounded plausible enough and so I agreed. We arranged when and where we would meet with our dates and he bought me another drink, slapped me on the back a couple of times and went his merry way. So a few days later I was sat in the lounge of a top local hotel with him, wearing my best suit and waiting for the two ladies to make an appearance. We didn't have long to wait, because even before the waiter had bought our first drinks they came threading their way towards us. I took one look and made a bet with myself as to which one would be my date. They were both expensively dressed and the jewellery that glittered around their necks and fingers would have solved all my financial woes in one go and then some. They were also both brunettes, and Richard was nearly right when he said they were both close to forty, although it was actually close from the other side, but there the similarity ended. One was built like an hourglass, with a breasts and legs to die for, a cloud of jet black wavy hair and a smile that lit up the room. She wore expensive designer clothes with an air of casual confidence as if she were born in them, showing both cleavage and thigh with not a hint of mutton. The other looked too thin to be just slim and wore her mousy brown hair short and straight. It was impossible to know what sort of figure she had, except to say that it wouldn't be an hourglass, both because she was pretty much straight up and down and because she was the kind of woman who made even the most expensive couture look like Amish cast-offs. It wouldn't have been so bad if she smiled, but she just looked out of place and nervous, although I was sure she must have dined in far swankier places than our local four star. We both stood as the ladies approached and Richard introduced me. And I was right about the pairing. He sat Judith, the mousy one, next to me and ushered Rosalyn, her more glamorous companion, into the seat beside him. I was already beginning to regret the evening. But I kept telling myself it was a free meal and I wasn't forced to fuck anyone afterwards, and in my parlous state a meal was not to be passed up lightly. Rosalyn dominated the conversation completely and I can't say I was sorry at first because I had visions of the four of us waiting for our table in an awkward silence, but she filled the void with tales of her husbands company, heating systems apparently, and how it had just amalgamated with Judith's husband's refrigeration engineering concern to make a 'hot and cold impact on the market'. Well, she thought it was witty. But my appreciation of her verbosity didn't last. The trouble was that nobody else could get a word in and we got through to being seated in the dining room without my being able to do more than say hello to my date for the evening. Getting to know her was going to be impossible until her friend ran out of steam. I had hoped that eating might slow Rosalyn down, but not a bit of it, she simply waved her fork around while chewing and used her knife to emphasise various points in her saga, boring everyone with accounts of monies made by this or that deal and how her husband had gone after contracts that others only dreamed about, with the final result that everyone, apparently even including Judith, was pleased when we finally got to the coffee. I must admit though, I was a bit surprised when Rosalyn immediately held out her card to the waiter to settle the bill rather than letting Richard pay, but by then I'd come to the conclusion that she liked to feel self important. Maybe I'd got the better of the two in the nervously quiet and mousy Judith after all. 'Have you booked two, like I said?' Rosalyn asked Richard finally, nodding contentedly when he fished in his pockets and pulled out two electronic room keys, passing one of them over to me. 'Come on then.' She stood up impatiently. 'Let's get on to the main course.' Judith looked at me as if to say she'd prefer a little more decorum, and I shrugged back in agreement. The journey up in the lift was even worse, with Rosalyn making it clear in no uncertain terms what she expected from Richard, and by the time we reached our floor we were all squirming with embarrassment, although she didn't seem to notice. It was a relief to swipe the key down the door and get into the comparative silence of the bedroom. I felt sorry for Richard and just hoped he'd find something suitable to stuff into her mouth. I was sure he would. I turned to speak to Judith, but before I could get a word out she held up a silencing hand. 'Before anything else.' She began. 'I need to explain. I've been married for over twenty years and never, ever, been with another man in all that time. But Derek, my other half, is older than me and he has prostate problems, so I've not had sex for nearly two years and I do miss it. This was Roz's idea, she talked me into it and I'm not sure if I can actually do it. I want to, but I'm not sure I can go through with it. I hope you understand if nothing happens?' We were two of a kind then, although I didn't say so, both of us bulldozed by more assertive friends into a liaison we weren't sure about. I felt an immediate connection with her words. 'Of course.' I told her, smiling reassuringly. 'I understand better than you think. We don't have to do anything. In any case I've just...' I was about to explain about my situation when her hand came up again, silencing me in mid flow. 'I don't want to know anything about you.' She told me. 'I know your name and that's all I need. It'll be easier for me if you remain anonymous. You can understand, can't you?' It was a bit strange, but if it eased her conscience and made her happier, then that was all right by me. Yes, if that's what you want, that's fine.' 'Can we get just into bed and perhaps just have a cuddle?' She asked. 'And if anything else happens, then it happens.' I wasn't used to my partner making the running, especially when the running was at such a slow trot, but it was better than frightening her off, so I nodded and smiled and she turned her back. 'Unzip me then.' I pulled her zip right the way down, catching a glimpse of the smooth pale skin of her back, and then unhooked her white bra through the gap in her zip. 'Thank you. Now, would you mind being a gentleman and turning your back while I get into bed?' What else could I do but turn away? It was the strangest seduction I'd ever experienced, and I wasn't even sure who was seducing who. I heard the whisper of clothing falling to the floor followed by the flump of a duvet being thrown back, and then the shuffle of someone settling themselves. 'I'm ready. You can join me if you like.' She had the duvet pulled right up to her neck, but she was lying on her back with her head turned to face me in a way that implied that she had no intention of looking her away. Was that the female version of fair play, I couldn't see her but she could watch me? Not that I was too worried. I mean, my body isn't that bad and I was a lot younger than she was used to. I undressed facing her, making no attempt to hide anything, even though my cock was only at half mast, and she watched me openly like someone inspecting the goods, with was a bit unnerving. But obviously I must have passed scrutiny, for she raised the edge of the duvet for me to climb in beside her, although without raising it so high as to afford me much of a view of her nakedness. As I climbed into the bed I took a hold of the duvet and lifted it higher, giving myself just a brief glimpse of her body. I don't know what she was worried about. She was far better equipped than her clothes or demeanour had led me to believe. I know it was only a quick glance down under a lifted duvet as I climbed in, but even though she was thin, she wasn't scrawny, her breasts made small but distinctly rounded mounds topped with dark and attractive nipples, and her belly was nicely flat without being sunken. I couldn't see any lower than that then, but what I saw I liked and my cock twitched in appreciation. Her skin felt cool almost to the point of cold as I slid in beside her, and she seemed to shrink away from the contact so that we ended lying side by side, just touching at the hip and shoulder like a pair of toy soldiers. I looked across and she turned her face towards me, scared and anxious. 'Relax.' I told her gently. 'You're the boss; nothing happens that you don't want to.' 'I know.' A little smile flittered across her face. 'Thank you. But I'm not sure anything can happen.' At that point I was sorely tempted to get out of bed and call it a day, for I could see little point in trying to make it work between us and I wasn't that sure that I wanted it to anyway. The only thing that stopped me was that I could tell she was fighting her instincts, wanting, maybe even needing, to make love with someone, but constrained by her inbuilt morals and probably feeling very out of place in someone else's bed. I waited a few moments and then lifted my arm, raising it over her head in a clear invitation for her to let me put it around her. She hesitated for a number of seconds and then moved closer so that I could pull her to me, her head snuggling into my shoulder and her cool skin in contact with mine. And there we remained for several minutes before she glanced up at me and smiled a nervous little smile. I leaned down and planted a tiny kiss on her forehead. 'You're very considerate.' She whispered. 'But I bet you wish I was Rosalyn.' 'Jesus! Not bloody likely!' The exclamation was out of my mouth before I could stop myself. It wasn't the best thing to do to insult someone's friend and so I tried ineptly to cover. 'I mean, you're by far the nicer, far more ladylike and far more refined. I much prefer someone who isn't so flamboyant and extroverted. Anyway, I bet she's all tits and talk.' She giggled, she actually giggled like a schoolgirl. 'All right, don't lay it on too thick or I might stop believing you.' This time when she looked up at me she extended her neck and offered her mouth to be kissed. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but it wasn't chaste either. Her lips parted, although not enough for any tongue fencing, and our mouths moved very softly against each other for much longer than a simple friendly kiss warranted. 'I'm sorry.' She said as she pulled away. 'Do you like to kiss, in the circumstances?' 'I like to kiss, full stop.' I told her, wondering what the hell had brought that remark on. 'So do I.' She smiled. 'It's just that I'm not used to this, you know? I wasn't sure if you wanted to.' I didn't try to make sense of it; I'd already given up on that. Instead I pulled her closer with the arm around her shoulders and kissed her again, for longer this time. She made a little noise in her throat when she finally pulled her lips away from mine and snuggled closer, her knee finding its way over my thigh and a hard little nipple coming to rest on my chest. I figured that now was not the time to push things, so I let it rest at that, even though her hair tickled my face. I could feel my cock rising to full erectness at the possibility that things just might find a use for it after all. Judith must have thought the same, because after a few minutes her hand reached tentatively across my stomach, jerking back when her fingertips brushed across the tip of my erection, only to reach out again and very hesitantly touch my cock. It was my turn to make a pleasure noise as her fingertips tiptoed up and down my length and she looked up as I groaned, smiling a sexy little smile. 'You're very hard.' She said softly. 'Am I to blame?' 'I wouldn't call it blame.' I answered, drawing a sharp breath as her fingers circled the sensitive head of my cock. 'But you do have something to do with it.' Again that girlish little giggle. 'I'm glad. I didn't know if I was still attractive enough.' Talk about low self esteem. But then with a domineering friend like Rosalyn how can anyone blossom. But at least she was rapidly climbing out of her shell. 'Don't you know that you're gorgeous?' I asked her, exaggerating just a little. 'No.' Her fingers closed properly over my cock and began to move up and down with serious intent. 'Tell me.' 'You're gorgeous.' I told her. 'And so is that. But you're going to have to stop if you don't want to use it up too soon.' 'Sshhhh.' She whispered, her hand moving more urgently. 'We've got all night and I intend to get good value.' Another slightly off key remark, but it somehow confirmed the complete change in her behaviour. It was as if someone had suddenly thrown a switch in her head so that she had gone from prey to predator in just the few minutes after our first meaningful kiss. I wondered briefly what her home life was like that she made her so repressed, but then her thumb swiped across my tip and I lost interest in anything except what she was doing. 'I want to make you come.' She looked questioningly into my face. 'Do you mind?' As far as I was concerned while she was playing with me like that I wanted whatever she wanted. 'Of course I don't mind, but it's usually the other way around.' I told her, meaning that a man's climax is taken for granted but a woman's has to be worked for. 'Yes, I know it should be, and you can do it in a bit. But right now I want a turn.' She had that very strange way of putting things, but hey, why would I care? She threw the duvet clear to leave both of us naked on the bed, pushed my legs apart to give herself room and then shuffled down to kneel between them, gazing intently at my cock all the while. She really had taken charge all of a sudden, all shyness apparently gone now that she'd decided to play. 'Derek was always a lights out man.' She informed me, as if to explain her actions. 'But I want to see what I'm doing this time.' I wasn't going to argue with that either, especially as it also gave me chance to look at her while I waited for her hand to fasten itself back around my cock. Suddenly she paused and looked at me with a serious expression on her face. 'If we do it.' She began, and then stopped. 'I can't get pregnant.' She began again. 'And I don't like the idea of rubbers. So if we do have sex, can you promise me that I can't catch anything from you?' 'Definitely not.' I was caught between being offended and appreciating her openness. 'Sure? I mean, are you really sure?' 'Absolutely sure.' I nodded vigorously, hoping I could see where this conversation was headed. 'Then can we do it without protection? 'Cos I know I won't give you anything.' 'Of course we can.' What man turns that offer down? 'Then that's settled, we'll be natural.' Her decision made she turned her attention back to my cock, gazing at it as it were some wonderful and sacred object, her hands on her hips as she knelt before me. I've implied that she was in better shape than appeared at first glance, and her nudity confirmed it. Her breasts, now that she was not flat on her back, were pert and firm, small yes, but in keeping with her generally slight build, and her legs were long and slender and actually quite shapely. If only she had found a better hairstyle to frame that impish face and she would have been rather attractive. Maybe not gorgeous, as I'd rather insincerely told her before, but certainly not unappealing, especially now she'd started to smile. One thing I did notice was that her bush very small, just a little tuft at the union of her legs, and it was as straight as the hair on her head. Strange the sort of thing that catches your attention, isn't it? She settled herself on her haunches and then leaned forward, taking her weight on the hand resting beside my waist whilst enthusiastically pumping my cock with the other, her face only a matter of inches from its tip. I wondered, and in fact hoped, if she'd realise when I got close and finish the job with her mouth, but the way she was staring so attentively at it told me that she'd sooner watch than suck. I knew somehow she wouldn't have long to wait, either. 'I think I'm going to come soon.' I warned her. 'Good.' She replied breathily. 'Do you come a lot?' It took me a moment to realise that she meant volume rather than frequency, although in point of fact both were reasonably true. 'Yes, usually.' A Blind Date 'Good.' She repeated and her hand worked even faster. I just lay back silently and let her. 'I'm coming.' I gasped a few minutes later. 'Good, you can let it happen.' Let it happen? There was no way I could have prevented it, and it was as powerful a climax as I'd had for a long time. Now I'm not about to lie and say that I squirted great fountains of hot spunk all over the place so that it covered her face and breasts and got in her hair, but it was a pretty good show with a short series of heavy spurts shooting several inches from the end of my upright cock before falling back and coating her hand and my shaft with my slippery cream. I know too that I groaned loudly and gripped at the edge of the bed to prevent myself from automatically thrusting with my pelvis and spoiling her rhythm, and that my efforts were rewarded with that girlish giggle of hers. Afterwards, as I lay panting for breath she uncurled her fingers from around my shaft, flexed them a few times and then put them to her mouth so that her pink little tongue could lick them clean of my cum. 'Mmm.' She murmured. 'Not bad.' And then she leaned down to take my cock into her mouth and lick the highly sensitised but subsiding shaft for any more that she could find. She saw me watching in utter amazement and burst into laughter, my now flaccid penis slipping from her lips. 'I've always wanted to do that.' She told me with a broad smile before wriggling back up the bed and back into my arms. 'Now kiss me.' I did kiss her, and this time she used her tongue, probably to try and make me taste my own cum, but if I did then I didn't notice, I just enjoyed a proper kiss from my date at long last. We lay together quietly for a little while until my breathing and heart rate returned to normal, her head resting against my shoulder and my hand running along her arm and down the side of her body to feel her soft cool skin. And then my hand wandered between us to cup her breast. She stirred, gave a little noise of enjoyment, and rolled onto her side to give me better access. It was nice to fondle her breast, almost like a teenager on a first date. It was small and firm, again like a teenager's, with a hard little rubbery button of a nipple right on the peak. Just the right size and texture to make you want to fondle, squeeze and..., well, just play with it. 'How long will you need.' She asked, suddenly, cutting through my peaceful musings and reminding me of the fact that she hadn't come yet. 'I don't know, not too long.' 'Will you lick me?' She asked. 'Just until you're ready.' That was a bit like asking me if I wanted an ice-cream. You bet I'd lick her, and it was obvious where she meant without even asking. 'Of course I will.' 'Go on then, do it to me.' She rolled onto her back and parted her legs ready for me. I was still a bit gobsmacked by the way she had taken charge after being so nervous earlier, but I wasn't really worrying. I was enjoying it too much. Her sudden change had let me shoot one load and there seemed every chance that it would let me shoot at least one more before the night was through. I freed my arm and moved around to kneel between her legs, half on and half off the bed and for the first time look directly at her pussy. She wasn't shaved or even trimmed, but the sparseness of her bush meant that it petered out about half way down her outer labia, and the hair was soft and straight anyway so I had no qualms about going down on her. Hairy dental floss was not going to be a problem. It was a tidy pussy, that's probably the best way to describe it, small and compact like her breasts, with short inner labia and a distinct but neat clitoral hood over a quite diminutive clit. Her vagina was already gaping open, the entrance wet and glistening beautifully from the juices of her arousal. In short, it was an inviting pussy and I think I actually smiled at it before leaning down and flicking that petite button of hers. She gasped out loud as soon as my tongue made contact, so I did it again, and again, evoking a sharp intake of breath each time. I was obviously doing something right, but I wanted to do more than just use the tip of my tongue on her clit, and so after about half a dozen or so flicks I lowered my mouth over her entrance and explored her with my whole tongue, pushing it into her as far as I could reach. This time she moaned deep in her throat, the sound muffled by soft warm thighs that closed around my ears. Now, that was fine for the moment, but soon I wanted to move and to explore the rest of her pussy and I found myself imprisoned between those two lovely legs, So I used my hands to prise them away from each other and give myself some breathing space -- literally. Judith responded by pulling them wide apart and right back, so that her knees were nearly beside her shoulders, holding them like that with a hand around the back of each knee. I couldn't have asked for better, because now her everything she had was open to me. I flattened my tongue, placed it across her pussy and began to lick her from one end to the other in long steady sweeps, hearing her groan and gasp with each one. It felt and tasted lovely and soon I was licking her wetly from the flat of her perineum just below her pussy to the folds and valleys that surrounded her clitoris, my hands resting on the backs of her thighs to make sure she continued holding them out of the way. I knew she wouldn't be able to take much of that and very soon she was shuddering and jerking under my tongue, her legs and pelvis trying to thrust as an orgasm threatened to overwhelm her. She didn't say anything to warn me, but then she didn't have to and she probably couldn't anyway, but it was obvious when she actually came, for her entire body went rigid, muscles standing out in chords, with her eyes squeezed shut and her jaws clenched so that only a tight whimpering sound could escape. Then, as quickly as it had come her climax was over, her body abruptly relaxed and she let out her breath with a whoosh, her legs dropping back beside my ears. 'Oh, thank you, thank you.' She managed to get the words out while panting for breath as she smiled broadly down at me. 'That's the first time someone else has made me come in two years.' Colour rose in her cheeks as she realised that she had effectively admitted masturbating. 'Well, anyway, I needed it and it was fantastic.' I started to move, but she placed her hand on my head and pushed me back. 'No, don't stop. I can keep going if you can?' I presumed that really I had only taken the edge off her need, so to speak, just as she had with me by that hand job, and I didn't mind carrying on because I was enjoying doing it anyway. There's something very rewarding about making a woman come and seeing her gratitude. I lowered my face back towards her pussy and she immediately lifted her legs back out of the way. It would, I guessed, take a bit longer to get her there for a second time and I was looking forward to doing it. My tongue was feeling a bit tired from being pushed out all the time, and so I decided that this time I'd vary things a little, and I began by placing my lips around her clitoris and nibbling at it very, very gently with my teeth. It's not the sort of thing I recommend when your partner is close to climaxing because if she jerks back it is very easy to bite hard and hurt her, but right just then it gave my tongue a chance to rest and she very clearly enjoyed it. I soon found that I was able to grip the head of her clit and pull at it, holding on until it slipped from between my teeth and dropped back. Each time I did it she hissed a sharp little 'yes' as if to confirm her approval, and so the next time I did it just that tiny bit harder, until I was biting quite firmly onto her little soldier, and beginning to get a little concerned about her comfort. 'God, you really know what you're doing, don't you.' She remarked with a smile when I paused to look up at her, reassuring me that she hadn't felt any unwanted pain. 'That was something new.' I didn't bother telling her that it was something new to me too; I just smiled wisely and lowered my face again, this time sucking her clit into my mouth and using my newly rested tongue to play with its tip. Her second orgasm came very quickly on the heels of the first, signalled by the same rigid tension and the same tight little noises in her throat. I didn't stop afterwards this time, I simply released her clit and went back to licking her gently from one end of her slit to the other with just the very tip of my tongue, feeling her quiver under the influence of orgasmic aftershocks. 'I'm so glad I'm doing this now.' Judith whispered, her voice little more than a croak as she coped with the aftermath of her climax. 'Rosalyn always says it's always best to consult an expert and oh boy, was she right!' Like so many of her remarks I wasn't quite sure what to make of that comment. She was a strange lady and one of the oddest dates I'd ever had, but I thought it was intended as a kind of compliment and so I simply shrugged my mental shoulders and went on stroking her pussy with my tongue. Her latest orgasm had surprisingly left her in a state of high arousal, and her highly sensitised pussy was making her gasp and moan as my tongue passed over it, sometimes making her pelvis unintentionally jolt and judder, and it was one of those movements that brought my tongue into contact with her anus, the tip stabbing at her as she jerked up towards me. 'Whoops, sorry.' I apologised as I quickly moved back to her pussy. 'No. Don't be.' She told me breathlessly. 'It was.... It was nice.' Now I'm not a back door fan, but it was clear from her tone that she wanted and expected me to do it again, and probably more, and who am I to disappoint a lady? I didn't fancy concentrating on just licking her there, so I kind of compromised, still running my tongue along her slit, but now ending with a little circle around her back door and a tentative probe or two with the tip. It was enough and she was in heaven. I could feel her tensing up in anticipation as my tongue approached and then hear her gasp with delight each time I made contact. 'Oh my. This is so good.' She announced. I couldn't help but think that her marital sex life must have pretty unadventurous even before it stooped altogether. 'You can do what you want.' She gave me carte blanche, but added. 'So long as we go all the way.' I hadn't heard that rather quaint expression for a few years, but it would be no trouble to comply, because I could feel my cock standing up for itself again already, and I was becoming just as eager as she was. Who, I wondered to myself, had switched mousy, scared rabbit Judith with the increasingly sexy man-eater that lay naked on the bed before me? I carried on licking and probing, getting more used to the idea and pushing my tongue harder against her anus, but I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it going for that long before my tongue began to ache again. To give it a rest I drew back a little way for a moment or two so that I could see her pussy, and her bum too for that matter, and yes, I do like looking. Then, mainly to keep her stimulated but also because I wanted to, I slid my index finger into her very slippery vagina, adding a second finger when I realised how wet and open she was and listening to her pleasure noises as I wriggled them both round inside her. I was sure I could see her juices running from her as I pumped my fingers in and out. 'Both.' It was a simple urgent gasp, and I hesitated for a moment as I wondered what she meant. 'Lick me as well.' I felt relief. I had thought for a moment that she'd wanted me to finger both holes at the same time, but when I did understand I was only too happy to oblige. I lapped at her clit, quick little laps with the tip so that I didn't have to push a tired tongue out. That, combined with the rapid hard thrusts of two fingers into her vagina, had her gasping aloud once more in next to no time, her hips twitching from the involuntary muscle spasms brought on by her arousal. It soon became difficult for me to keep my mouth on her clit, but her pleasure was giving me immense pride and I did my best, finding her again as quickly as possible if I lost contact. I could sense that once again her orgasm wasn't going to be long in coming and this time it going to be extremely powerful. I wasn't wrong, because only a couple of minutes later she began to tense up once more. 'Oh my god.' The three words were all she said, but that was enough to let me know that she had also sensed the potential power of her impending climax. She became more and more rigid as it crept up on her, and then suddenly she came and all that tension was released as she began to jerk and shake. It lasted much longer this time too and it soon became almost impossible for me to keep my tongue in contact with her clit, until ultimately she jerked so hard that her grip slipped from behind her knee and she was grabbing frantically at a loose leg even as she gasped with pleasure. I gave up licking her at that point and concentrated on thrusting two fingers hard and fast deep into her pussy, smiling secretly to myself at her desperate actions and at the power her orgasm gave me over her. I didn't stop, I didn't even slow down. I just carried on fingering her, my fingers rammed in harder and faster just to add to her struggle. In the end she managed to grab the wayward leg and hold herself open again for me, but by then her orgasm was declining and she soon dropped her legs to the bed and lay still, just panting for breath. I let my fingers slide from her pussy and knelt there smiling down at her and looking at her glistening pussy. 'Fuck me.' She gasped abruptly. It was far from the sort of language I expected her to use, and I wasn't sure if it was intended as an expletive or an instruction, and so I just looked down at her in surprise. 'Come on, fuck me.' It was an instruction. It was time. My cock was rigid from watching and wanting and she would never be more aroused than she was at that moment, for all that she'd just enjoyed an almighty orgasm. Sometimes I envy women there ability to keep on fucking. I moved forward and arranged myself between her legs, reaching back to guide myself into her. Guiding myself was hardly necessary, she was so wet and so wide open that my cock seemed to find her by itself and it slid home as I lay on top of her. Her arms went around me and her long slim legs closed over my back. 'I didn't think I'd get this far.' She whispered into my ear. 'Thank you.' Why she was thanking me I had no idea, I was just grateful to sink into a hot and welcoming pussy. I shuffled a little closer and began to thrust into her, slowly at first, but soon with increasing speed and power, until the root of my cock was hammering into her slit and we were making audible squelching noises. 'Oh yes.' She gasped each time my cock rammed home. 'Oh yes, oh yes. That's good. As hard as you can.' I did it as hard as I could, so hard that I was pushing her up the bed and I had to adjust my own position to chase after her. I hooked my arms under her shoulders to hold her still and carried on fucking her until her heels started to pound my back and the gasps in my ear began getting hoarser and more frequent. 'I'm going to come again.' She gasped out suddenly. I didn't answer because my own climax was just beginning to build and I didn't have the breath, and in any case I could already sense the customary tension in her body. I just slammed myself into her even harder and hoped that we might both come simultaneously. This was the first time she'd come with me lying on top her and with her arms around me and so I was unprepared for what her orgasm would bring. As the pressure inside her built, so she began to hook her fingers into my shoulders so that her long and professionally manicured nails bit into my skin. Now I know it's strange, but the pain I felt as she dug long deep furrows in my flesh actually stimulated me more so that when she actually came and raked my back with her talons I immediately exploded into her, my body pushing and grinding into her pelvis and my cock twitching and jerking inside her as what seemed like torrents of my cream flooded her womb. When I was spent I simply collapsed on top of her, gasping and wheezing, my skin shiny with sweat and my muscles trembling from exertion. Beneath me she held me tight against her, so tight that I could feel her heart pounding almost in time with my own. It was some minutes before either of us could do or say anything, but as when I did finally get the breath I told the truth for once. 'Judith, that was bloody amazing.' She giggled that giggle again, then wriggled out from beneath me and lay on her side, regarding me with a tiny smile playing around her mouth. 'The amazing thing is that we're here at all.' She said. 'I so nearly told Rosalyn it wasn't my thing and to leave me out of it.' 'I'm glad you didn't.' She looked at me strangely again and then nodded. 'So am I.' I held up my arm and she cuddled under it again, resting her head on my shoulder and making me wince from my wounds. She noticed and raised her eyebrows in query. 'Just a bit sore where you took pieces out with your nails.' I said it with a grin, not intending to make anything of it. 'Well, at least you'll have proof that you did a good job.' 'I always do, luv. I always do.' It was intended as a joke but she stiffened a bit and I felt sorry for my stupidity. Never good to remind women you've done it before when you're lying in bed with them. I hugged her to me and kissed her forehead. 'But you made it easy to do a good job.' I hoped that might mollify her a bit, and it seemed to because she looked up and presented me with her lips to kiss. 'Thank you.' We lay for a while in comfortable contentment, idly stroking and caressing each other and sharing a few gentle kisses. And then at some point we must have dropped off to sleep, for the next thing I knew it was morning. You know what it's like when you wake up in a strange bed and it takes a moment or two for your brain to orientate itself. Perhaps that's why it took me a good half a minute to realise that I was on my own and that Judith wasn't there. Still foggy brained I jumped out, throwing off the duvet that she must have gently laid over me at some point, and looked in the bathroom, expecting perhaps to find her in the shower. She wasn't, and then I realised that her clothes and bag were gone and I suddenly felt very let down. I'd thought we'd done better together than deserve for her to just vanish on me. I flicked the switch on the kettle and set about putting some clothes on, subconsciously avoiding a shower and losing my last evidence of her existence. That was when I found the envelope in my pocket, placed there so I would find it as I got dressed. I pulled it out and slit the top, gazing in disbelief at the contents -- a letter and a fifty pound note. I read the letter, it was only short, but it explained so much. Now I knew why she had made what seemed like odd remarks and why she her manner had seemed so bizarre. My temper rose and I rushed to the door, intent on finding Richard and strangling the little bastard. But I didn't have to find him, for at that very moment he knocked on the other side of the door, only to find himself hauled into the room and slammed up against the wall by his throat. 'You fucking bastard.' I shouted at him, my angry face about two inches from his frightened one. 'You've had me over again, haven't you?' 'No I haven't. How have I?' He blustered, looking decidedly pale. 'I haven't done anything.' A Blind Date 'Oh yes you fucking have.' I bellowed. 'Judith left me a note. And do you know what it says?' I let go of him to pick up her letter. 'It says, and I quote. "I thought your fee was excessive when Rosalyn told me how much you charge, but you were worth every single penny. I hope you won't be insulted if I leave you a tip. I figured ten percent if that's acceptable. Thank Richard for arranging everything, and Rosalyn and I will have already settled the account for the rooms. Thank you for being so professional."' I looked at him in disgust. 'So I figure that if ten percent is fifty quid, then you've pocketed five hundred for hiring me out, you little shit, and I didn't even realise what you'd done. A date, you said, a blind date. Yeah, it was that all right, and I was the fucking blind one. You made me into a paid escort, a fucking gigolo. Now cough up, five hundred is a fair price for you to keep your teeth.' I held my hand out and he reached for his wallet. There was not a lot else he could do. A Blind Date This is part one of a fictional story, told in the first person, about the discovery of arousal for a woman like many that you might see at the mall, a PTA meeting, or in the corporate conference room, just one mistake away from being on a journey to exposure and submissive exhibitionism. In order to understand my story, you should know, one of the first sexually stimulating things I can recall, had to do with an unlikely source of inspiration. I was watching one of those light hearted romantic comedies from the 1950s. You probably have seen the type. They often starred somebody like Doris Day or Rock Hudson and had a completely sophomoric plotline and sexual viewpoint. The one that affected me, had as a secondary plot, a young, buxom, very blonde secretary of a much older man who was always being completely chauvinistic and inappropriate. She had the little mini uptwist hair-do and wore the kind of super thin pencil skirt that showed off the wearer’s shape and made a mincing gait necessary. It was a pretty stupid movie, but the climax included a situation in which the older boss in his light gray tweed suit had given in to his amorous desires and was chasing her around the office. She was in a squealing distress and as she “ran” away around the desk, parts of her wardrobe either snagged on something and ripped off, or he “accidentally” grabbed and her momentum caused her clothing to come away. It was a G rated film so the cutaway shots always had an arm or hand over the truly naughty bits that were exposed. Eventually she got caught and loved it. Of course, the protagonists burst into the room and she was embarrassed to be discovered de flagrante, but the insinuation was that she had submitted as the boss had red lipstick prints all over his face and her bra tangled on his arm as she fled the room in the buff. It was the pursuit, her capture and--though apparently unwilling--a major source of arousal for her that got me. I thought and feel exactly the same way. I hate the embarrassment, but I love the situation or someone compelling or creating a situation in which I am involuntarily exposed. Though my story is initially seems oppositional, it was immensely arousing for me and has led to an awakening of an intense form of erotica for me, so much so, that I seek it situations that will render me in an embarrassing or compelled exposure. In short, I hate the embarrassment and love it, a true love/hate situation where I have no choice. “You know, Jana, it’s not as undignified as you seem to think, letting someone help you out a little,” said my best friend Jennifer. “I don’t think so,” I said. “I’m not so pathetic that I need you setting me up on blind dates.” “It’s not like that at all,” she said, “You work all the time, girl. And I know how picky you are.” “Picky???” I said raising an emotionally outraged eyebrow. She laughed. “Yes! You are the most intellectually snobby woman I have ever met... at least outside of my Ivy League friends.” It was a little bit of a verbal jab by her. I knew that. Jenn and I had known each other years before she had gone to Brown. I wanted to go to Harvard, but I had contracted the flu the day I was taking the SATs my senior year of high school and the poor scores had done me in. Instead of Harvard I ended up at the University of Centrificial Florida. It was a good school, but she knew I always felt a little self-conscious when it came to others with more highly regarded academic credentials. It was probably due to such motivation that, these nearly twenty years later, I had become such an overachiever and workaholic, which was why she was trying to set me up on a blind date. In fairness, I was somewhat lonely. I did bury myself in work. Granted it had led to great professional success and a certain stature in the community. I was a member of the chamber of commerce, the Junior League, and an awardee of an outstanding business women’s association recognition, but at times I did also wish I had someone. It wasn’t like I was homely or anything. In fact, I am considered “pretty” though I wish I had a slightly smaller nose. I have a long-- what I would call patrician-- face. Think Sara Jessica Parker, sort of, I guess. I have hazel eyes and blonde hair that is not exactly my real color...And there is one other thing, and it requires some further explanation, or maybe justification, is a better word. I have had a breast augmentation. It goes back to a wild hair I got after someone I liked very much sort of dumped me and ended up married to a very buxom rival just six months later. I reacted and should probably have considered it when I wasn’t as emotionally driven. The competitive nature had kicked in yet again, and my surgeon had been accommodating, so much so that now I am a bountiful thirty-two D cup on a five foot four inch, one hundred and seven pound frame. It has been something of a regret as I find that not only does wardrobe shopping require much more effort for something to fit, but there is a certain attention-- judgment from other women and assumptions and stares from men—that is not all that positive. “So who is this guy?” I asked. “Some stereotypical, middle --aged, divorced Floridian you dredged up?” Jenn smiled. “His name is Ron. He owns his own communications equipment firm. “ “Where did he go to school?” She gave a little laugh. “God, Jana, you are the ultimate snob aren’t you?” I looked away. It was true and she had called me out. “He went to Yale,” she said. I looked at her with interest. She just laughed again. “So, why is he not married?” “Why aren’t you?” she said. “Touche’,” I said. “Actually, he’s a workaholic just like you, dear,” she added. “But if it would make it easier, Tom and I can double with you guys.” I nodded. “I’d be much more comfortable with that.” So it was set. We were going to meet up at a local sports bar and grill. It was a little casual for my taste, but it would at least make the mood light, like not a lot was at stake, and I liked that. We also agreed to make it a week night so if the chemistry was not working out, there would be the excuse of an early meeting the next day to bring it to a short conclusion. It all seemed pretty safe. As I got dressed that evening I considered the kind of impression I wanted to present. I didn’t want to seem too distant, but I wasn’t exactly interested in looking, well... interested. Elegant but casual was what I was after. After a quick consideration, I put on a button down blouse, and slacks. I kept my makeup understated. I was all ready to have a very non-committal double date, then the phone rang. It was Jenn. Tom had broken a crown and had to see the dentist immediately. She apologized and asked if I wanted to cancel. For a second I thought about it and then it hit me, “what was I in junior high school?” I could handle a dinner without help. I told her it was fine and that I’d go ahead. I was halfway to the sports grill when it occurred to me that I did not actually know what my date looked like. I took it as self-congratulatory that I was just interested in the inner qualities of a suitor rather than the superficial. Still, I wasn’t sure I wanted to look foolish as I wandered around hunting for my “mystery date”. I arrived and parked and got out of my car. I walked in and didn’t see anyone waiting by himself for the rest of his party so I walked up to the hostess who was dressed in a very tight golf shirt and shorts and said, “I am meeting someone, could I take a quick look around?” I hoped that I would see a single man looking as clueless as myself. She allowed that I could and I started my process of trying not to search, but look too obvious. At the same time I was also trying to gage faces to identify him with some assurance. I mean I didn’t want to embarrass myself by guessing wrong, which brings up another quality about me. I have a substantial amount of pride and I detest being embarrassed. In fact, it is almost a pathological pet peeve with me to be embarrassed. So, I walked through the restaurant with no luck, unwilling to ask and was just about to head back out to the front when I heard a voice say “You must be Jana.” I turned and seated at a table for four was a man that could have been a winner in a Danny Devito lookalike contest. “Uh, yes,” I said. “I’m Ron,” he said standing. I smiled, shook hands and sat down across from him. I noticed his eyes drop instantly to my chest. To his credit he looked back up fairly quickly. “How did you know it was me?” I asked. “Jenn called. She said Tom had a dental emergency and that I should be on the lookout for a lost blonde.” He chuckled. I started to say something reactively scathing, but I bit my tongue. Again his eyes dropped to my bosom. If first impressions mean anything we were starting off badly. He was making his estimations based on my looks and I was making mine based on his attitude and behavior. At the same time I felt an odd little charge. I dismissed it, driving it from my mind. ‘Yes, well,” I said “be that as it may, I hope his tooth isn’t too serious.” “Me too,” he said. “Would you like something to drink?” The waitress had arrived. She was pretty, young and bosomy. I noticed him give her a once over as I ordered a white wine. I was already planning on making it a short night and that just confirmed it. He was a letch. He ordered a beer and as she left I said, “so I understand you went to Yale.” He smiled. “Jenn said that impressed you. I did. She didn’t say where you went.” I sat up straighter. “UCF.” “Oh,” he said. I watched for some judgment. He just smiled slightly and gestured at a screen over the distant bar. “Your guys are playing tonight, I see,” he said. I looked over. They were. “You are a football fan right? Jenn said your dad was a coach?” “Yes.” It was true. My father was a high school coach and it was a huge part of our home culture. My brothers had played. I had even cheered in junior high and high school. “Jenn said you were a cheerleader?” “Yes,” said. “I’ll bet that was quite a sight.” The way he said struck me wrong. I glanced away to hide my evident flash of disturbed propriety and how it was really affecting me. I looked back at him only to find him locked on my chest again. I think I even reddened a little just then, partly from the offense and partly from embarrassment. At that moment the waitress returned with our drinks and I took a sip. It was obvious we were not going to be a match made in heaven, so we ordered quickly and she was away again. His comment still bothered me. I was just about to say something about how inappropriate I thought it was, when he let out an anguished “Ohhhhh”. I followed his attention to the television screen. My team had just scored a touchdown. He seemed to be rooting for the other squad. I smiled. He looked back at me and saw it. “Oh sorry,” he said, “My brother went to Duke.” “Your brother will be disappointed,” I said confidently. “Mmmm, I don’t know. Your guys have been chokers lately. “ I think I was as offended by that as I had been by his open looks at my chest. “Strike two,” I thought “Uhhh noooo, I don’t think so.” He smiled. “Care to back that up?” “What do you mean?” I asked wrinkling my brow. “Wow you really did graduate from UCF didn’t you? Would ...you...care...to make...a wager?” he said spacing the words like I was too dense to follow his question otherwise. I kind of glared at him. As I said earlier, I am really proud. His condescending attitude was already grating, and now he was insulting my alma mater. Unfortunately that is also just the sort of thing that can trigger my temper and cloud my usually good judgment. “What do you want to bet?” “Well, how about the loser has to do whatever the winner says?” he grinned. I sat back and folded my arms. “I am not having sex with you.” “Wow, hon. Some ego on you, I mean really, just assuming that was what I was going to ask for?” I realized how arrogant that had sounded. I was instantly embarrassed. “Oh..uh...no I just thought,” I stammered. “Uh huh, I think we both know what you assumed.” “I...uh...I’m so sorry.” “No problem,” he said. “But I am not letting you off the hook just for being egotistical. If you win what do you want?” I tried to resume my air of confidence, though I was still feeling foolish. “If I win, you have to donate a thousand dollars to my school’s alumnae fund,” I said. “A ‘k’ ,huh? Wow. Okay. Well, if I win you have to head up to Brover’s Beach with me this weekend... on my terms.” “Brover’s beach?” I said. “Mmm hmm.” “That is a nude beach!” I said shocked. “I thought I said no sex!?” “Nude is not sex, hon. But if I win, you will go with me to Brover’s and you will dress, or not, as the case may be, for a day out in nature according to my specifications.” At that moment, UCF took a punt return and the runner broke a long run that ended in the end zone. The clock showed sixty seconds left in the half. My guys were up by twenty one. It looked like the rout was on. I looked back at Ron. “Fine, it’s a bet,” I said. He extended his hand. I shook it and glanced back at the screen. The risk of nudity was actually kind of titillating, especially when I was all but assured it would not happen. Suddenly something was happening. “Penalty,” said Ron. He was right. Apparently one of the Knights had run into the punter. That gave Duke a first down. All of the sudden it was like I had just made some awful bet with the Devil. On the very next play the Duke quarterback launched a bomb and the receiver broke for the score. I swallowed hard and tried not to show the flip flops my stomach was doing. “I just have to ask. When you were a cheerleader did you ever go to a game without those little panties on?” he said salaciously. “Maybe on a dare... or due to a lost bet?” He was needling me. It was obvious he was trying to get a rise out of me. I shouldn’t have let it bother me, but it did. It bothered me and it took me back to a familiarity with my favorite film from the fifties. The idea of showing...off due to a bet...having to cheer...without, was deliriously, intensely embarrassing. It was the kind of embarrassment that triggered something horribly arousing, something that I refused to acknowledge. It was just too unladylike. “Uh nooooo. I never did anything even like that,” I said giving him a look like he was something stuck to the bottom of my shoe. He just laughed, which showed he knew he had found my “buttons” as my grandmother used to say. Oddly, that had the same effect as it would if he chased me around an office as my wardrobe flew helplessly off. “Too bad. I know you’d have gotten my spirit up if you had. I can just imagine you kicking up high and flashing. Question is, he said leaning forward and smiling like a perverted schoolboy,” would I see a blonde or...a not quite so blonde?” I think my jaw actually hit the floor. I could not believe this guy. Yale or not, accomplished or not, friend of my friends or not, he was completely out of line. Our waitress arrived, keeping me from telling him off, and set our dishes before us. I looked over at the screen just in time to see our quarterback get walloped as he dropped back to pass. To my horror, he didn’t get up. “That doesn’t look good,” said Ron. “Guess you’ll be staking it all on the old backup now, huh?” He was right. I saw with a sinking feeling that our backup, a true freshman who had a notorious interception rate, was trotting onto the field. Fortunately he took a knee on the next play and we escaped to the half with a two touchdown lead. “Please,” I prayed silently to the football gods. But it wasn’t to be. Right from the start, the second half was a nightmare, a true catastrophe, like the fates had been bribed or something. The freshman quarterback started off with a pick six. Then on the ensuing kickoff our boys fumbled and Duke recovered. By halfway through the third quarter it was a tie game and Ron was talking the worst possible trash. He was asking if I tanned or burned easily. He asked if I had trouble buying bathing suits then corrected himself that I wouldn’t need to worry about that this coming weekend. Just when it seemed I was doomed, the guys seemed to get their act together. A tipped pass ended up being caught for a huge gain. I actually forgot myself and stood up as he high stepped toward the goal line. We were going to score! Then out of nowhere, the duke defensive back had a hand on the ball, it popped free and took a cursed bounce. A Duke player scooped it up and ran the other way, in the confusion he managed to go completely untouched for another touchdown. I sat down with a sense of complete deflation. Ron smiled like he had won the lottery. It was about to get even worse. As the fourth quarter commenced Duke intercepted yet another pass and raced down to the five yard line. I watched in sick despair as a few minutes later they pushed in for the score. When I looked back at Ron he was eyeing me up and down like he had the waitress. Ten minutes later Duke iced the game with another long bomb to score. “Well, I guess we will be getting to see a lot more of each other this weekend, unless you are planning to welch on the bet?” he said. I thought I would at least try and appeal to his sense of decency. I was desperate after all. “Look Ron, you can’t expect me to go through with that?” He looked at me as amused as a cat playing with a mouse. “And why not?” I leaned toward him and lowered my voice. “I live around here. I am a businesswoman for crying out loud. I can’t go out nude in public. What if I were seen?” He smiled. “Oh, I’m planning on it. But don’t worry. It’s a nude beach. I’ll be there with you the whole time.” Then he added, “you know, for uh, moral support.” I just stared at him. “I’m not doing it.” “He smiled again. “I kind of expected it from a UCF alum.” I am not sure why, but that really got to something in me. The whole superior assumption on his part, I suppose. I just blew a fuse and reacted. “You are a real jerk. I don’t welch.” “Oh really?” he asked ever so smugly. “Yeah,” I hissed. “I’ll go.” “Excellent,” he said waving for the check. When the waitress arrived he looked at her and said, “Have you ever heard of Brover’s Beach.” The way her face changed, it was obvious she had. “Uh yeah, it’s a nude beach,” she said uncomfortably. He looked at me. “It’s a nude beach,” he said like I had been asking him. I turned bright red as she looked at me. “Have you ever been there,” he asked her. “Uh noooo,” she said disgustedly, “It’s mostly voyeurs that go there hoping to get a look at nude women.” Ron just smiled as he paid the bill. We got up and walked out of the restaurant. As he walked me to my car, I couldn’t help but notice that he was only a few inches taller than me, and sort of thickset. His bald spot was almost in contact with his receding hairline and he wore the length a little longer in the back. It suddenly seemed to me that he looked like a perverted Hobbit. We arrived at my car and without warning he took my arm and pulled me close. Before I could react, he planted a kiss right on my lips. I think I just looked stunned as he gave broke it off and gave me a little pat on the bottom. “Might want to make sure and get wax before Saturday,” he said grinning. “I’ll see you then?” He laughed as he walked over and climbed into his Corvette convertible. With a wave he was gone leaving me wondering how I had gotten myself into such a stupid spot. The rest of the week leading up to Saturday was a blur. I told Jenn that the dinner had been “okay, but omitted the details. There was no way I could let her or anyone know what I was about to have to do. She seemed willing to take it on face value that the date was a failure. A Blind Date “Well, she said,” Maybe we can go shopping this weekend. That always cheers us up.” “Uh noooo,” I said I can’t. “Why not?” “I am seeing someone on Saturday,” I said wincing. “Really? Do I know him?” “Uh, yeah. It’s, uh, Ron.” There was silence, then she grinned like she had just learned great gossip. It was obvious she interpreted the next “date” as my interest in him. If she had only known the truth, I thought. “It’s not what you think,” I started. “No need to say a thing,” she said and grinned. It was hopeless. I’d let her think what she wanted. I focused on work the rest of the week and tried not to allow myself to contemplate what was coming, but at five pm on Friday my direct office line rang. I picked it up and I recognized Ron’s voice on the other end. “How’s my future beach bunny doing?” he asked. “Please don’t call me that,” I said. He chuckled. “Listen I will pick you up at ten tomorrow. You might want to wear a little cover up. We won’t be undressing until we get to the entry way to the beach.” “Okay,” I said numbly. It was suddenly hitting me. I was going to go through with this. Saturday had come too quickly. The next morning I woke up at six. I took a shower and for reasons I could not explain, I razored my bikini area, before I realized it really didn’t matter since there wouldn’t be any bikini bottom to protect my modesty. When I was finished, I stepped out of the tub and saw myself in the mirror. It was obvious this was going to be fair game for anyone looking pretty soon. I saw my breasts, now striking me as way too big for my frame, and the dark little Mohawk of hair ended just above my lips. If I stood perfectly you could not tell that I groomed them bare. If I didn’t... “Well,” I thought, “I will have to be really careful.” I looked at my trimmed landing strip above the shaved area again. I couldn’t help but remember his question about me being a real blonde. For some reason, that was one of the things that bothered me the most. It was pretty far from blonde down there and the idea that this guy would soon know that was almost like a terrible concession. I walked into the bedroom and realized that I had no idea what to put on. I was going to a nude beach, yes, but I still I needed something to wear on the way. Feeling ridiculous, I grabbed a bikini and slipped it on. Then I went to the closet and pulled out a warm up suit that I usually wore to the gym. Ron was nothing if not punctual. At ten on the nose I heard the now familiar growl of the Corvette as he pulled up in front of my townhome. With a sense of icy dread I waited for the knock at the door. It came and I opened it and saw him wearing a Hawaiian flower print shirt and a pair of cargo shorts that looked like they had been made of linen; an exorbitant display of wealth in such a casual way. From a fashion standpoint, it just didn’t work at all. He looked like a very wealthy beachcomber. His attitude was still the same though. He looked me up and down even more blatantly than he had on our “date”. I just sighed. “Are you ready for our day at the beach?” he asked. He looked almost beside himself with glee. “I said I would go,” I answered. “Well, then let’s not waste a second.” The beach was thirty minutes away. It was a blazingly hot Florida Saturday and even with the car top down at high speed the full effect of summer was undeniable. “At least the sun will make my hair a little blonder,” I thought. Then it hit me again, what was on my head wasn’t all that would be getting sun. I can’t remember exactly what we talked about as we drove. Mostly Ron chattered about how much fun he’d had on our date and how he admired my spirit in making good on the bet. I could sense a slight attempt to goad me with his congratulations, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me squirm, at least not yet. We eventually pulled off at the exit to Brover’s Beach and as we approached the parking area, I realized that the beachfront itself was obscured from the main thoroughfare and parking lot by a series of high dunes. “Thank God for that,” I thought. Then I saw how many cars were in the lot and my heart sank. The beach had to be crowded. We hunted around for a spot, then finding one, parked and got out of the car. At the edge of the asphalt an unassuming little wooden walkway led up and over the dune. Above it was a simple sign welcoming us to Brover’s. We walked over and crossed over on dune into a small valley. I still couldn’t see the beach. I had just taken another step when I realized Ron had stopped. I looked at him. He was pointing at another sign. It read, “Nude sunbathers may be encountered beyond this point.” “Here is where we change,” he said grinning. I felt a slight, almost neurotic bristling at his enthusiasm, but I was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me react. I walked back over and kicked off my sandals. He was already unbuttoning his shirt. As I set down my beach bag, I saw him becoming ever more naked very quickly. Suddenly a lot of physical detail seemed right there in my face. He was olive-complected and had obviously been tanning well before that day. As he slipped off his shirt I also saw how extensively hairy he really was. It covered his shoulders and a fair amount of his back. I was actually kind of shocked. If he had reminded me of a Hobbit before, he really reminded me of an Albanian satyr now. Then he pulled off his shorts. As I described earlier, he was not a fantastic physical specimen. He was short, hairy, had a sort of thick body and a bit of a belly. As he stepped out of his shorts, however, three things shocked me. First, he had not worn any underwear, second, he had not a hint of a tanline anywhere and third, he had the largest penis I had ever seen. I was really shocked. It was immense, hanging soft like an elephant’s trunk, with a large knob of a head. And as he moved, it swung like an anatomical pendulum. Now I wasn’t just repelled by the guy and his attitude, I was also shocked and alarmed at the freakish thing between his legs. Even worse, I realized I was going to have to walk out there on the beach with him like a companion. I just knew anyone that saw us together...naked...would be thinking, well, all kinds of things that were extremely far from the truth. He looked up after he had gone completely natural and held out his arms. “What are you waiting on?” he said, laughing at my stunned expression. I was speechless for a second and what he did next almost made me take off running for the parking lot. With his arms out and grinning broadly, he swiveled his hips. It made his huge organ swing and flop back and forth obscenely. “Shocking isn’t it?” he laughed at me again. “I guess things average out. I may not be handsome and smooth, but I am rich and hung!” Then a second later he added “Now your turn!” I realized I had blown my golden opportunity to get undressed without him watching. Had I done it while he was doing the same, that private act would not be another familiarity, but I hadn’t. With shaking hands, I unzipped my top and slipped it off. “You wore a bikini? How adorable,” he said. “That is so traditional.” I pulled the bottoms off and stood there for a second. Then knowing there was no way out I unfastened my top and slipped it off. My breasts are pretty, too big as I said, but they are pretty. They also have a slight natural sag due to their weight, and aside from being so perfectly shaped they actually look quite real. The areola is a light pink and of medium size and the nipples are pale and thick. As I stood there they reacted, hardening in the sudden breeze. “Holy shit,” said Ron appreciatively. “Palominos!” It was the first time I had heard that term. I blushed, even as the worst was yet to come. I reached down and grasped the waistband of my bottoms. “Want a drum roll?” mocked Ron. I didn’t say anything, just pulled them downward as I bent over and then stepped out. The motion was slight, but the same breeze made me painfully aware that I had flashed ever so briefly my shaved lips. When I stood up straight, I was facing him, with my “true colors” displayed on my mound. He laughed triumphantly. “Oh man, now that is a delicious dark secret you have there,” he said. I couldn’t be sure, but his penis seemed to thicken and lengthen a bit. Then he walked over and slipped an arm around my waist. When he spoke again, it was almost like he was commiserating even though he was the cause of my misery. “Now, now,” he said. “Let’s just walk out there like it’s no big deal. Just a nice, respectable couple out for a day of fun in the sun.” “A couple.” That was exactly what I was afraid people would think when they saw us together. I took a deep breath, and feeling no better, resumed walking with him up to the top of the next dune. He maintained his intimate hold around my waist as we cleared it and in retrospect I think I know why. As I first saw the mass of people out there, I almost balked. It looked like half of Florida was out there, lying on towels and completely nude, at least the male half. I looked around. Only a very few women were there among the guys. It was obvious. I had been so set up. I realized as instantly, a million eyes looked at us walking toward them. Ron, hairy and massively hung and his “date” with her big boobs and two tone hair-dos were on display. I wanted to die. He walked us to the edge of the group and set out the towels for the both of us to lie down. I immediately got down on my stomach and face out of long view, and made sure I had my legs close together. In spite of my efforts and denial, I could see a bunch of men with their heads turned my way. It was so violating. Ron on the other hand, seemed to relish the attention. He took his time stretching out and he lay on his side facing me as he fished in our beach bags for suntan oil, a different pair of sunglasses, and a bottle of water. I glanced over and saw how his cock was hanging down, touching the sand. It looked almost non- human. A second later I felt his hands, slick with oil rubbing my back. “What are you doing?” I asked in outrage. “Making sure that hot bod doesn’t get a horrible burn, Honey,” he said as his hands moved downward and kneaded my buttocks. I was speechless as he worked the pliant flesh and for a second parted them revealing... I didn’t want to even think about what he might have just glimpsed. He worked lower and applied more oil to the backs of my thighs and then to my calves. “Okay roll over,” he said. I looked at him like he was insane. “You can’t just sun one side.” The sheer boldness, the assumption, sort of took me by storm. Numbly, I turned over. I also felt like every man out there was looking. Ron didn’t say a thing. He just oiled his hands and started in at my collar bone, then began a squeezing application to my breasts. In spite of my disgust for him, my nipples reacted, hardening even more. “Somebody likes that,” he chuckled. I was mortified and offended, but before I could reply, he had picked up the bottle and started dribbling oil onto my bush. It gleaned dark and shiny in the sun as he started rubbing the oil in on my tummy, then he reached down to my mons where he gave my little rectangle of hair a sort of swipe with his hand and allowed an inappropriate thumb to dip inward for just a fraction of a second before moving on to coat my thighs and legs. It happened so fast I did not have time to react verbally. My body, however, betrayed me. His thumb had hit my REAL anatomical button and I blushed at the reaction. I decided right then to make sure I kept my legs together. I did NOT want him to know how it was affecting me. As soon as he was done, I flipped back over onto my stomach again to salvage some of my shredded dignity. Mercifully he stretched out on his stomach and took a deep breath. Then he said it. “Hey babe, how about you oil my back?” I looked at him. He was doing that on purpose. He wanted us to look like we were involved. I was so offended, but at the same time his audacity, and the embarrassment was very sexually powerful. I put it out of my mind, though, and committed to not betraying how much he was getting my goat, I acted like I wasn’t that offended. I got up on my knees and poured some oil on my hands. Then I started working it into his furry shoulders and back. “Make sure you get my buns and legs,” he said grinning. I hated his attitude and at the same time... I didn’t show a thing, however, as I worked the lotion into his buns and down his legs. I had just finished when he did what I should have expected. He rolled over. Apparently he really was enjoying it, because his cock was huge and semi-erect. It flopped off to the side like a sea cucumber or some alien being attached to a man’s torso by a stalk. I carefully oiled up my hands making sure that if he moved and it flopped back toward me it wouldn’t make contact. As I began working on his chest, he shifted his hips. The monster did exactly as I feared. It lolled around and swung toward my thigh. I moved like it was a cobra intent on getting me and it missed touching my thigh by an inch. I smiled at my small triumph and continued working downward intentionally keeping my hands away from his penis. Due to the position, I had to lean over him, however. I glanced and saw that he was looking at my hanging breasts with utter delight. “Man, they move like the real thing,” he said impressed. “You shake a little and they sway just perfectly. In fact, why don’t you give them a little shake for me, Honeypot.” “You are incorrigible,” I said. “He really was like dealing with some hyper-sexualized mental infant or maybe a horny troll,” I thought. I was down to his abdomen and distracted by our argument, and so I did not notice as he intentionally shifted his hips again causing his dick to swing over like a ship’s boom. It landed on my hands startling me and I jerked backward giving him the jiggle and bounce he had wanted. He laughed and clapped his hands. “Oh man, that was too good,” he exulted. “Those babies really knock hard and heavy don’t that?” I couldn’t even reply, but my nipples crinkled up saying more than words. I blushed. I was about to lay back down when he looked over at the men that were watching us. I hadn’t missed the fact that some were actually sporting erections, but I hadn’t given any indication that I saw. It was already too humiliating. Ron knew I had seen them though. “Hmmm,” he said seeming to reconsider his treatment of me. “This really is tough for you isn’t it?” He sounded almost, regretful. “Yes!” I said as though it was so outrageous to have to even answer. “Okayyyyyy. You’ve been a really good sport. I tell you what. I’ll make another bet with you. If I lose we will go right now and I’ll never say a word about any of this...” “It’s a deal!” I said too quickly. “Okay but if I win, you have to suck my big dick right out here on the beach.” I looked at him shocked. I had already agreed. I couldn’t even retract my agreement. “Okay, so here’s the bet,” he said too quickly. “I bet... that you... are actually wet.” And then he reached down and ran an indicting finger along my shaved lips. I still don’t know why he was right. My body had reacted to language, behavior, requirement, and a man that my brain rejected on almost every level. I felt completely in shock, and mortified, but when he held his finger up there was no denying the result. I think I looked at him like I wanted to crawl under the sand and tunnel home. As he saw my expression, his penis seemed to lengthen even more. It was so massive already and it now looked like it should have been attached to a man three times his size. Ron smiled and reclined on the towel. I stared at his cock. “Well, you know it’s not going to reach over there and bite you,” he said. ‘Then again maybe it will if you don’t make really good friends with it right now, Jana.” I was stunned. I had been tricked and my own body had betrayed me. In a sort of demoralized sexually hot daze I looked around desperately at the number of people that could easily see, then I looked back at him. “You cannot be serious?” “Oh yeah, I am. I really am! Now... suck it, Honeypot.” I should have just slapped him. I wanted to. I should have stormed off that beach regardless of how much he would say I welched on a bet. I wanted to. But I didn’t. Almost beyond reason, and beyond reasons I can’t articulate, I felt like I had to. I leaned over and grasped it at the base. It was really thick, so much so that I couldn’t completely close my hand around it. I held it straight up and lowered my face and, with a sense of kind of vague self-loathing and inexplicable helplessness, I extended my tongue and licked it all the way up one side and down another. “Oh fuck, Honeypot, that is it, just like that. Give old Ron’s big Johnson some loving,” he sighed. “Give that big head a kiss like it’s your best friend, like it it’s your favorite of all time.” I pursed my lips and leaned down. I pressed them against the big rubbery head and kissed it like a lover. “Ohhhhh,” he groaned and to almost depressing effect, it elongated a little more. “Now suck it!” he said. I opened my mouth, wide. That wasn’t enough, so I opened it even more. I was on the verge of dislocating my jaw, I thought, when I was ready to take the head in. As it pushed past my lips, my senses flooded. It tasted salty, like the sea, like a man, I thought as I started to rock up and down blowing it. I had barely gotten the head in my mouth when I felt his hand on my blonde head. “More, honey!” I allowed the pressure as I felt the end of his penis bang against the back of my palate. I had all of the head and the sensitive collar below it going in and out. Then to my distress I felt more pressure on my head. “More, honey,” he said again. Now I am not a porn star or some practiced blowjob queen or anything like that. I was already handling about all I could of that thing. His insistence was compelling me to go past my comfort zone. It didn’t really matter what I wanted though. That much was evident. He pushed down on my head and I felt the tip bump the back of my throat. I gagged furiously. My eyes watered and my face turned deep red. As I tried not to throw up, I heard Ron chuckle. “That happens every time,” he said. I looked at him with a wounded expression. “Here,” he said offering me a popsicle from a little cooler in the bag, “This will get your throat good and numb and you’ll be fine.” I took it and gratefully inserted it to the very back of my throat. At first it was tasted funny, but then I realized the popsicle was a frozen stick of that numbing stuff you use when you have a sore throat. A few seconds later I wasn’t feeling anything, not even the sensation of swallowing. Ron looked at me and raised an eyebrow. “Now, back to work, Blondie,” and looking blatantly at the strip of hair between my legs added, “If that is your real name.” I grabbed his erection and poised it again. This time all I felt as it went in was a sense of fullness and a blockage when I tried to take a breath. I felt the fullness go to the back of my throat. Then I felt his hand on my head again and I realized he was pushing my face down to take more of that big cock. It went in. I slid back up and took a grateful breath, then went back down to even greater depth. A few seconds later he had me in a fellating rhythm that must have looked obscene to anyone that saw. I was swallowing almost off of his penis and doing it repeatedly. I am sure it looked like I was inhaling a python. I was soon about to know just how obscene it really looked. I was working it, trying to make him climax before the numbness in my throat wore off when I heard a sound like a professional photographer’s camera shutter. I suddenly opened my eyes wide in distress and realized that Ron had taken a picture of me with his cell phone. Before I could even think, he had snapped two more of me staring into the lens with his cock massively distorting my mouth and cheeks. A Blind Date “Here,” he said, turning it around so I could see the image. I almost died on the spot. It was undeniably me, with a huge dick almost all the way in my mouth. My throat was bulging and my eyes were huge. He had gotten a perfect shot at that angle, even capturing my hanging breasts. I slid my mouth up and off it. “Delete it, I said in an almost foreign, husky voice. My throat was so numb, and the abuse it was obviously taking, had me sounding an octave lower than my normal tone. Ron just laughed. “Oh Honeypot, no way am I deleting that.” A second later he had emailed it to himself. “That is my insurance policy,” he said. “In fact, I think I’m going to want some more of this and I think I like you being a lot more compliant.” I just stared at him in outrage. “This is blackmail!” I rasped. “Uh huh!” he laughed. “You may not have gone to an Ivy League school but you aren’t completely a dumb blonde are you?” He looked overtly at my pubic hair again and added, “Well not a blonde anyway.” Then he gave me the cockiest expression, almost one of condescension. “Soooo, you aren’t done yet here either,” he said. “Now go all the way down. I want to feel your nose in my curlies.” I looked like I didn’t know what to do. I was a successful business woman, a member of the local chamber of commerce, the Junior League. I had a reputation! One that would be trashed if a pic of me giving a big fat blowjob on a nude beach got around, I knew. With a monstrous sense of defeat, I resumed my position and started swallowing his penis. He put his hand on my head again pushing gently but firmly. “Morrrrre, morrrrrrre...” I felt the bulging sensation going farther down my throat. It was offensive and disturbing, but the numbness was the only saving grace. Still, I couldn’t believe the awful realization of how far down my throat it was going and going and going. Then I felt curly hair on my nose. I opened my eyes in disbelief and a new sense of self betrayal. It was a perfect expression for what Ron had in mind. I heard the camera shutter sound effect several times in succession. I looked right into it with a mustache of his pubic hair under my nose. “Now I want you to come up super slow,” he said. He was documenting what a cock sucker I was, a deep throat girl and on his cock. I hated him. I loathed myself even more for getting myself into this. And worse, I was over a barrel with him now too. Slowly I slid up and up and up as more and more of his shiny rod slid out of my mouth. Of course he took shot after shot so there was no denying my feat. I finished with it rigid and fully erect next to my face. “Now that was a good girl,” he said and started to rub it. I should have guessed what was coming next, but I didn’t. He started to flog it harder, and he was already very aroused from what I had done. He reached out and put his hand on my head so I stayed in position as he pumped himself with the other. He didn’t last long. He gave me a filthy look, then falling back and arching, erupted right in my face. I started to pull away, but he had his hand holding my hair and I got a big spurt right next to my nose. Another blast landed as a thick warm jet on my other cheek. I screwed my face up in disgust, but couldn’t escape. Then a really vigorous shot landed on my forehead. “Ohhhh shit,” he said, letting me go. I start to wipe my face, but even though he had not fully recovered, he had other ideas. He lifted the cell. I could not believe he intended to... The shutter sound happened again. He had documented my glazing. I looked over at the men that for the last few minutes at least, I had forgotten were looking. Several were addressing their own erections to what I had done. I was horrified. “Ron please, can we get out of here?” I begged. He looked at me and chuckled. “You want to walk out looking like that?” I reached up and felt the congealing spunk starting to liquefy and run down my face. He smiled and pointed at the towel on the sand. “Better wipe that off,” he said. I started to pick it up. “Uh noooo,” he said putting a hand on it. “Just bend over and rub your face off on it.” I could have killed him. We both knew that would have me facing directly away from those men. We both knew I would be on my knees face on the ground and we both knew what they would see. And worst of all we knew they would get a completely open, unobstructed view of my shaved anus and pussy... a pussy that was amazingly, disturbingly, and undeniably, now very, very wet. To whatever degree Ron might have set me up and calculated how to get me humiliatingly nude in public, he did at least keep his word. I sat back on my knees aware of how too many men had just seen me give Ron that outrageously embarrassing blowjob and then have to wipe the result off my face with my bare crotch up in the air. Knowing was one thing, having to make eye contact as a bunch of middle aged opportunists rubbed their penises to my plight was a completely different thing. For that reason I kept turned, facing away from the beach. Unfortunately Ron guessed what I was doing and why. “Don’t you want to acknowledge your adoring public,” he mocked as his flagging cock went from gargantuan and abnormally erect to half soft and sluggish. It lolled over heavily, and as he turned on his side, the monstrous thing slumped over hang all the way down to his beach towel. “You said if I did it we could leave,” I said. My voice still husky from the bludgeoning, my deep-throating him had caused. On top of that, the frozen chlorasceptic popsicle--he had given me to numb my throat so I could deep throat him--was starting to wear off a little and I could feel a kind of scratchiness at having that monster that far down my throat. “Nooooooo,” he laughed. “I said if you won the bet then we would go. You didn’t win. When you lost you had to suck my cock, remember?” He wiggled his eyebrows like some perverted imp. “And you did! Boy you really, really did.” He chuckled, infuriating me. My face reddened in a mixture of resentment and shame. “Now go on, turn around and smile.” It wasn’t a request. We both knew that. Even more so, we both knew I couldn’t exactly refuse now. He had snapped a bunch of pics of one of the area’s most stellar young businesswomen with a freakishly large dick down her throat, in the nude, on a beach outdoors. If I didn’t want that all over the web by the time he dropped me off at my townhome later, I had to make good. He seemed to read my mind. “Yeah, you really have no leverage here, Jana,” he said smugly. “The pics alone are just soooo filthy. Add to that it’s you, “Miss Prim and Proper” doing the deed, and well, the curiosity factor alone would be enough to have every guy you’ve ever done business with wanting a look.” I stared at him almost numb with the unfairness, with the audacity and outrageousness of it. He shrugged. “And don’t even get me started on what all those society matrons and jealous competitors of yours would make of them. Can you imagine? All those women with these photographs in their possession? I doubt you could live with the catty comments and verbal shots you’d have to take... for as long as you tried to maintain any public persona anyway.” He just guffawed as my face blanked with the comprehension of that. He was right. I’d be a laughing stock, an irresistibly, juicy bit of gossip for everyone that had envied or interacted with me. The men would be gross, overt and horrid, but the women... they would rip me to shreds. He reached down and scratched his big hairy balls. It was just so rude. The fact that he felt no compulsion or reluctance to do it in front of me now spoke volumes. I think I must have looked shocked and little disgusted, because he just got a huge smile on his face. At the very least I know I cringed inside. “Well?” he said spacing the words like I was an idiot, “turn... around... stand up... smile big...and give them a little bow.” I stared at him incredulously. “I think I feel like sending some emails,” he said picking up his cell. That jarred me back to life. “No!” I said holding my hands up too quickly. He grinned. He had “pushed my buttons” again and he knew it. It was difficult, but I forced a smile on my face like some well-trained beauty pageant veteran and I turned to greet my audience. I was not quite prepared for what I saw. Dozens of men were staring. All of them had sprouted erections, of every size and a wide variety of shapes. Some curved upward. Some were straight. Some were bent in a sideward arch. About half of the men were, well, “tending” to them as they stared at me. For the second time in less than ten minutes, I wanted to dig a hole in the sand and disappear. Instead, following orders, I stood up— with my big breasts jiggling—and put one arm behind my back and the other across my tummy. Then I leaned forward in a theatrical bow. At first they were silent. Several looked a little sheepish that they were openly and obviously “wacking-off” to my nude form. Then one of them yelled. “Bravo,” said a short older man with a belly. “Brava,” I corrected in my head. It was so odd, even in that situation I was being “correct” with my grammar, a real grammar snob. The rest of the men just started to clap. “Nice big titties,” said a skinny, suddenly emboldened man with a short stubby hard on, jutting from his pubic hair. “Nice grooming,” added one with an upwardly curving erection rising from his grey nest of hair. They started laughing as each attempted to one up the others. “Nice shave job!” said a fat guy who looked like he could be my age. “Nice high beams,” said a medium built man with a thick straight penis. It was completely humiliating. I turned back around and sat down next to Ron. “Happy?” I asked bitterly. “Oh deliriously,” he said. “Now with them all looking, lean down and lift my big dick up, look at them... and kiss it.” I looked thunderstruck. “You are such an asshole,” I said reactively. He just smiled. “We’ll get to that too soon enough,” he said. “But right now, pick it up, look them in the eyes and smooch old Mister One Eye. Now!” I was trapped. I knew it, but this was just so emotionally manipulative of him. I reached down and grasped his thick sea slug of a cock gently and lifted it. The fact that it was long enough that I could heft it and have it still hanging out of my hand was not lost on anyone. I lowered my face, turned it slightly so I was seeing them all looking at my face, and puckered my lips. As I kissed the big head, I saw several men who had not been flogging themselves before, join in with the others that were doing it to sight of me. “Snuggle it against your cheek, like you’re a good slut and it’s your favorite teddy bear,” I heard Ron laughingly say. Just dying, I did it and saw two men lose control, shooting onto the sand. I felt completely exploited and ashamed. “Oh my fucking God,” said the older man that looked like he could have been your basic, benign middle class neighbor start to erupt. I felt so dirty and low, snuggling and kissing an obscenely large penis as men gratified themselves. “Give it another lick, like it’s your favorite flavor of ice cream cone,” instructed Ron. I turned and looked at him with his big organ next to my face. I am sure I look confounded and offended, because he burst out with a laugh. “Yum, yum or email here I come.” I turned back toward the horndogs on the beach and ran my tongue up one side with my eyes closed. I didn’t need to see. I could hear several groan. When I did open my eyes some were still exploding, some were red faced from the strain and a few were just starting to “get there”. “Again, Honeypot.” I licked again as the rest started to reach orgasm. At the same time my body was reacting, responding with a sexual flush that had me confused and terrifically , sadly, aroused. When they had exhausted themselves, Ron tapped me on the head. It was so condescending. I turned again to look at him. His penis was starting to expand in my hand and I guess I looked kind of uncertain and vulnerable, because he raised the cell and snapped another indicting pic. “Okay, well, I think we have done enough public service here. You’ve been very obedient. Want to get out of here?” I nodded. “Yes!” He smiled. “Yes, what?” I wanted to kill him. I wanted to tell him off and storm off the beach. At least that would be some kind of reaction I could live with. Instead, I said, “Yes, Sir.” He just smiled wider as his penis grew even more. “Yes, Sir, what? What is the magic word?” “Yes, Sir, please?” He chuckled and patted me on the head. “See, blondes are trainable, even bottle blondes.” Then adding injury to insult, he reached down and gave my pubic hair a little rub. The sensation went through me like an electric charge. Unable to speak, I gathered up my things and loaded the beach bags as he watched me do all the work. I stood up holding all the stuff and looked at him expectantly, almost pleadingly. He took his time, stretching and yawning. Then he scratched himself again and finally stood up, with his big trunk swinging back and forth. We started walking back into the dunes. I didn’t look back once. I didn’t care if they were getting a look at my little buns working overtime as I walked hurriedly away. I just wanted out of there. Ron followed intentionally delaying as we walked together. When we descended into the little valley between the dunes, I presumptively started to grab my bikini and the warm up suit that I had worn during our drive over in the car. “Hang on a sec,” said Ron. “I didn’t tell you to do that did I?” I froze, confused. “I, uh, what? I can’t ride home naked!” He nodded and then rubbed his chin contemplatively like he was working out a problem. The expression on his face was an exaggerated consternation, completely fake, I knew because his penis was starting to lengthen and thicken again. He was messing with me. I thought about the ordeal of blowing him earlier. I just hoped there was another of those numbing popsicles in the cooler. I didn’t have long to consider it because he walked over with his cock rising and pulled me to him. His penis was between us, pressing against my tummy as he looked me in the eye and said, “Kiss me like you want me.” A kiss is an intimate thing, a nonverbal contract and confession of the heart to another. To give that to him like this, in that setting, was beyond objectionable. To do it after the way he had treated me, to become an active participant in my own betrayal, not just physically and sexually, but intimately and spiritually was too much. It would feel like I was being robbed of something so precious and central that once gone, if I did get it back, would be soiled and compromised. He knew it too. He wanted me to kiss him like a lover. I had no choice. I pressed my mouth against his and tried to block out the context. Now, I like to kiss, I am in fact a sucker for the physical effects of kissing. Making out, even if it was the Devil, if he could kiss, would get a reaction out of me. So as Ron and I entwined tongues and worked our mouths in a perfectly pressed, soft union, I felt my nipples harden and my pussy became slick. He was not bad at it and he didn’t rush. I think he realized how devastating having me aroused then reaffirming the humiliating, real, power exchanged between us now would be. I don’t know how long we had been making out there naked in the dunes, but all of the sudden, I felt his fingers softly pressing and stroking my clitoris. I gasped and broke the kiss. I was really wet and a sexual flush had covered my chest, neck and face. It was difficult to believe, but Ron was fully erect again. He didn’t say anything. He just assumed. That in particular was so awful! His assumption was right. He pushed me down onto the sand next to the little board walk and pushed my legs apart as he moved between my thighs. I remember looking at his erection and thinking, “There is just no way...” But there was. He positioned himself and began sliding the big head up and down getting it wet against my lips. Then with a slight cocking of his eyebrow and barely perceptible thrust, he guided the tip into my vagina. I gasped again and looked at him helplessly as he started to gently rock and slid his cock out and then in. Out and in, each time introducing it a little farther. I felt like I was being stretched more each time he moved. Soon I had a good eight inches of the thickest cock I had ever seen, going in and out of me. Each time he pushed in, it was so overwhelming physically that I felt like I was being stuffed and I actually gave a little involuntary grunt. It really felt like he was so far inside that I was sure he couldn’t go any farther. Then I looked down and realized that almost half again as much of his cock hadn’t even made it through my lips. I can’t guess what the expression on my face looked like, but it seemed to delight Ron. He pushed up on his hands and increased the angle so that as he was sliding out, the ridge around the bulbous head dragged along pulling the most sensitive aspect of my pussy and then bumped up under my clitoris. It was a terribly violating sensation and, at the same time, the most intense stimulation I had ever felt and I nearly lost my mind as he shoved back in. I ground my teeth and arched my back with my eyes closed in a sort of near delirium. Then I felt the completely foreign sensation of Ron at full length inside me. It was unbelievable. I felt his scratchy pubic hair against my shaved lips and the head of his penis up inside, beyond my belly button. I opened my eyes is shock as he hit maximum depth. “Oh my God,” I blurted with soul deep gasp. It seemed to excite him even more. Now he started pounding away with the head of his cock rubbing along the deep sensitive front side of my vagina where it traumatized and overwhelmed my g spot. In spite of what I thought of Ron, of the situation, of where I was, I lost control and locked my legs behind his hairy back as he plundered me deeper and harder than any man ever had. I groaned and grunted, in a base expression of sound. It was undignified, humiliating, and completely honest. He was starting to build toward his climax. I could tell it. I turned my head away as I struggled for some decency but lost out to the irresistible sensation of my stretched stimulated pussy. “Ohhhhhhhh fuck,” I gasped as I spasmed and gripped his cock in the most shattering, soul busting climax of my life. Ron just gave a growl and thrust deeply. My eyes rolled as I felt like I had been impaled by a baseball bat. Then I felt the familiar twitching of his orgasm. A second or maybe a century later we lay still, locked together in a post coital haze. “Now that was a show!” I opened my eyes and looked over his shoulder. Several people from the beach were standing on the wooden walkway. They had seen us having sex. They started clapping. I have never been so ashamed in my life. Ron, on the other hand, handled it like a curtain call. He stayed in me and looked backward at them grinning. Then he sat back up between my legs exposing my spread thighs, pubic hair, and worst of all, his penis still penetrating me. Any other man would have been out of me at that point, but he was a freak of nature. When he did intentionally extract himself, my pussy made a sucking “pop” and I gaped open looking like I had been stretched all the way to my tonsils. I closed my legs as people stared in shock. Eventually they moved on, but the damage had been done. I was about to reach for the bikini I had worn in the car, when I caught myself. I looked at Ron. He was watching me. A Blind Date “Have something you would like to ask me?” he grinned. “Can I wear something home?” He waited. “Sir, may I please wear something home?” He grinned. “Of course you can. Why, it would be indecent and illegal if you didn’t. Silly blonde!” I just took it saying nothing. “Here,” he said reach into his bag. “I bought this just for you.” He tossed the small bundle that fit in his fist over to me. I caught it and looked. It was a bikini, but the most minimal thing. The bottoms were a leopard print g string and the top was a thin, unlined, black triangle, string tie top. I looked at him aghast. “Well?” he said looking severe. “Well what?” I asked. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?” I really hated him. This suit might be legal but it was nowhere near decent enough for me to ride in public, and even worse, I realized, I would have to get out of the car and walk into my house in it. “Oh my God,” I thought, “What would my conservative neighbors think of me if they saw me in this?” “Thank you,” I said. “Thank you...?” coached Ron. I sighed in exasperation. “Thank you, Sir.” He just grinned and pulled on his beachcomber shorts and Hawaiian shirt as I stepped into the flimsy excuse for a bathing suit. It felt like my pussy and ass were not completely covered and as I moved, the top betrayed every jiggle and bounce of my breasts. Like that, we walked out to Ron’s Corvette. We climbed into the car and he started the engine. It was going to be a very embarrassing ride home. A Blind Date with a Difference Introduction. Rachel was a very attractive 38-year-old, sadly she was recently divorced from her husband of 10 years marriage, fortunately they had not had any children. Therefore, their separation had been reasonably straightforward. Her ex-husband had set her up with a nice size apartment in the centre of town. Rachel was not too sad about what had happened and now just wanted to get on with her life. Rachel had been good friend of Linda's for a number of years. Linda ran an agency that bought together single people to enjoy each other's company and for possible romance, although Linda insisted she was not running a dating agency. Rachel and Linda had agreed to meet for lunch in a restaurant in town to catch up with each other. Over desert, Rachel told Linda 'I would like to start dating again, nothing too serious. I just feel lonely at night in that big bed. I want adventure not just romance' Linda sat listening as Rachel poured out her feelings. 'Well, I think I know just the person for you.' 'Oh and who might that be?' Asked Rachel 'Well his name is Philip he's very professional and likes the idea of living out his fantasies and sexual adventures. I wondered what he meant at first, but he explained that he was looking for a women who he could have some fun together with, but without any long term commitment. He likes the idea of a women seducing him and then him taking control. But he insists on full discretion, he doesn't want to open the daily paper and find his name in the headlines. I think I should arrange for you to meet. What do you think?' 'He sounds very interesting, I love the thought of seducing a man' responded Rachel. OK, I will sort out a date for you and get the details to you' Rachel and Linda finished off their coffee and left the restaurant with a kiss good bye in the car park. That night Rachel could not keep her mind off the idea of seducing Philip, she was planning her outfit for their meeting and tactics. A couple of days later an invite arrived from Linda for Rachel to attend an event at a large house at the other side of town, a car would pick her up at 7.30pm. Linda wrote a short note wishing her luck and to enjoy herself. On the night she dressed in a short low cut black cocktail dress under which she wore some sexy black underwear and her favourite black silk stockings with her high stiletto heels that just said 'fuck me'. Her make-up included a red lipstick and black mascara. The car arrived and took her to the house. She met the host at the door, who welcomed her in and gave her a glass of champagne. Rachel circulated around the room making polite conversion wondering if Philip was there. She sat down at the table and noticed an attractive man sat opposite, he introduced him self as Philip. Rachel's heart nearly did a back flip. The dinner went well and she enjoyed the conversations with the people around her. The dinner over, people started to drift back in to the other room to dance, leaving just Philip and her sat at the table. The conversation was slightly stilted at first but gradually as they became used to each other and the wine had its usual effect, their mood changed. They were seated opposite the other and the table was small enough for their feet to touch. Rachel was the first to make a move - her pointed stiletto shoe gently touched his ankle and having found its mark, it purposefully rubbed itself up and down his calf slowly and suggestively. He put a hand beneath the table and grasped her foot, removing her shoe. His fingers explored her instep and he felt her shiver as he stroked the underside of her foot and then inserted a finger between her toes pushing through the black stocking. This felt to both of them like a sexual invasion of her body. She stiffened and he knew that from her foot to her pussy a lightening flash of feeling had passed up her leg. The stocking suddenly gave way under the strain and he felt her skin warm and slightly damp. His finger became alive and was soon joined by another pushing deep into the joints of her toes, he squeezed and rubbed them pushing them backwards until she let out a little scream with pleasure/pain. Swiftly he rubbed the pain away and he felt her relax as her toes moved in his hand seeming to invite more of this sensual arousal that was making her foot sweat making the manipulation easier and more exciting. He twisted her one of her smaller toes once more, his fingers buried deep into the gap between them - it felt like a small version of the gap between her legs and his finger felt like a miniature cock pushing to make an entrance to her pleasure zone. He pushed harder and again her cry came, this time more primitive like the moment of orgasm, her face was contorted, the eyes closed tight. Her head thrown back. He looked in to her eyes as she moved forward in her seat, allowing her to play with her self. Her eyes closed, he slipped her shoe back on, and gently lowered her leg. He stood up and came and stood behind her. She opened her eyes and looked in to his eyes. 'Give me your hand Rachel' she took her hand from her under her dress and held her glistening fingers up to his mouth. He sucked off her pussy juices. 'Come with me' He held her hand firmly and he led her out of the room. She was still on a high from her orgasm and she wanted more, so she obeyed his every word. Phillip led her down a corridor away from the main area of the party and to a secluded part of the house. He stopped in front of a large oak door, removed a key from his jacket and unlocked the door. He drew Rachel into the room and locked the door behind. They were in a study, two large brown leather sofas in the centre of the room. Books around most of the walls and a large writing desk to one side. The room was lit by 4 standing lamps which Phillip switched on. It was light enough to see by but still somewhat dim. He again held her damp hand up to his mouth and tasted her, then taking hold of her arse cheeks in either hand he pulled her in tight towards him and they kissed hard, tongues meeting. She could still taste herself in his mouth. She felt the familiar tingling across her nipples as they hardened in anticipation of his attention. Her pussy just got wetter and wetter, she desperately wanted to cum again. She brought her arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter. All was silent in the room, they were far enough away from the party to not hear it, so she assumed the party could not hear them. She removed her mouth from his and whispered into his ear "We're not leaving this room until I am finished with you, and that could be awhile." "No problem" he answered, "In any case, I've got the key. He led her to a sofa and told her to lie back on it. He sat by her feet and started were he had left off. Taking both of her stocking feet onto his lap, Phillip began to slowly massage them enjoying the feeling of the silk. Rachel had her head rested on the arm of the sofa so she could see what was going on. Breathing heavily, seeing her breasts rising and falling in the tight dress and looking past them to her raised legs. She watched as he just used his palms to rub the soles of her feet and over the instep, down to the toes. She curled her toes up around his finger and he closed his hand over the sole of her foot squeezing as his free hand rubbed up and down her calf and the back of her thigh. She begged him in her mind to move his hand up further, into her knickers and to take charge of her now soaked pussy. Phillip knew what she was thinking. "No." he said, "For the moment, you do it!" She paused...this would be so much more erotic than the orgasm at the table. Phillip actually watching her rubbing her clit and pussy lips whilst he worked on her very sensitive feet....He whispered, "I want to watch you do yourself. I want to see you cum again." She slowly pulled up her dress to her waist. He let out a low "Jesus..!" when he saw her black silk knickers encasing her pussy. They were visibly damp with her juices, which he could smell lightly in the air. Rachel gently stroked the front of her knickers with two fingers, feeling the silk being pushed onto her lips and the dampness behind. Phillip took one of her feet in both hands and pushed a finger deep between her little toe and the next one. Ripping the stocking as he penetrated her, she curled her foot and felt a second finger rip the stocking between two more toes. Rachel gasped "Watch me.." as she pulled her knickers to one side. The cool air of the room fell on her warm lips like a thousand cool fingers. She moaned and rubbed the palm of her hand over her lips pushing against her pussy as she rubbed. Then she penetrated herself with two fingers. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this wet. Her fingers slid in past the knuckle. She put her head back and closed her eyes. By now her sweat was forming on her feet making Phillips massages more fluid and a little quicker. He had pretty much shredded her stocking around the left foot. He started to concentrate on her right. He pushed her left foot deep into his crotch. She felt his cock inside his trousers and began to rub against it. The panties were getting in the way. Pushing them to one side was no good as they kept snapping back in place. She pushed them down to her knees. This time she used two fingers on her left hand to pull open her lips giving Phillips a view of her most intimate self. Her right hand seemed to have a mind of its own. She was going to cum and Christ was she going to feel it. She looked such a slut. Knickers around her knees and wanking herself silly whilst she lay on her back. She followed Phillips gaze as he watched her play with herself. Bowing down to her foot he took her little toe into his mouth and began to suck gently biting and teasing it whilst she rubbed the other toes against his face. Whilst he did this he pulled her panties further down her legs past her calfs. He was still sucking on her toe as he pulled them off the leg that was rubbing his cock and drew them up the leg he had command of. Phillip took her panties to his face and inhaled the gorgeous smell of her juices feeling the dampness of her on his face. This was too much for Rachel. She felt her orgasm begin to rise inside her, her fingers started working overtime on her lips as her free hand pressed down hard against her clit. She came in a messy torrent of pussy juice crying out loud as Phillip watched her, just managing to prevent himself from spunking against her massaging foot. She lay there for a full minute looking at him and rubbing her lips slowly, bringing herself down to a level were she could consider what to do next..... Philip got up and quickly removed his clothes, dropping them on to the sofa opposite. He came back to where Rachel lay. His cock was straining and he couldn't resist the temptation to stroke it slowly. He poured them both a glass of champagne from the bottle in the ice bucket by the side of the sofa. Rachel looked up and was almost shocked at the size and girth of his cock. She felt as if she was in a dream. Rachel was surprised at the levels of her erotic pleasure he had taken her to already. She sensed that he wanted to control her and was prepared to go along with his wishes as much as she could. She longed to feel his stiff cock inside her, but she sensed that she might have to do some other things before she would earn that pleasure. He motioned her to come over to him and kneel on the floor. She leaned forward and stuck out her tongue to lick his cock and balls. He loved to watch the sight of her doing this. He then let her grasp his cock and pull back his foreskin fully. He sat back to watch her lick around the bulbous head before stretching her lips over the end. She looked up into his eyes as she took all of his cock deep into her mouth and down her throat. He liked seeing her red lips stretched around his thick shaft. She held his cock firmly and played with his balls. Pulling back on his cock, she tongued the eye of his cock as it leaked some more pre-cum. She could tell by the weight of his balls that it was going to take a lot to exhaust this man tonight. He noticed that she had let her right hand slip down to her pussy to pleasure her self. The look in her eyes told him that she wanted to have him so badly. He told her to stand up and face away from him. He slowly lowered the zip of her black dress eased it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and as she was bending over to pick it up, he gave her arse a sharp smack. She yelped in surprise. He saw her eyes close as the tingle subsided, he could tell that she was preparing her self for another smack. Instead, he feasted his eyes on the beautiful sight in front of him. Rachel was stood there in just her low cut bra, her black stockings and suspenders. Her makeup did not look as good now as it had when they first met except her eye make up still looked very seductive. She had used a blue eye shadow together with black mascara. He appreciated the extra effort she had gone to with her appearance to try to seduce him. He stood behind her; she could feel his cock in the crevice of her arse. He undid her bra and removed it. Cupping her breasts, he tweaked her nipples between his fingers. She gasped as he twisted and squeezed them. He then snapped the thin sides of her suspender belt, ripping them off and throw them to the floor. He wanted to tease her some more before screwing her; he led her in to the desk and told her to lie down. She did what she was told, hoping she would get to feel his large cock deep in side her pussy, or may be up her arse. She lay back and closed her eyes. He came around to beside her head, held her wrists in his large hands, and used his belt to tie her to the legs of the desk. She did not struggle, as she knew that he was not going to harm her, and this was just part of their game. He took off her stockings and put them on the chair for now, he would use them as further restraint if required.. He started to massage her feet again, it had been such a turn on earlier, and she desperately wanted to play with herself again. He started to work up her legs massaging. His fingers and hands inched upwards getting closer to her groin to the smooth ultra sensitive skin around her pussy and her folds hiding her clit. His fingers finally reached there touching circling her lips teasing the skin but touching nothing more. He could hear her breathing increase as his fingers teased the outer edge of her pussy lips. Finally, he spread her lips and his fingers searched for her clitoris drawing it from its hiding place to tease it, gently pinching it. Her cry's for attention increased until finally he slid two fingers deep inside her slowly letting them work in and probed deep inside her. Her body shuddered as she went from one orgasm to another; he noticed tears in her eyes for the first time. She arched her back to try to get close to him, but the he kept just out of reach. He undid the belt and let her free again. Rachel lay there recovering with her eyes closed when suddenly she felt an intense cold feeling. This made her nipples even harder. She opened her eyes and saw Philip was holding an ice cube with his lips. Under his tongue swirling motion, the ice melted and the icy water dropped onto her nipples. Drop by drop of icy water, the intense feeling from her nipples went right into Rachel's brain. She believed that the right spot was hit. Her pussy was now even more flooded with her love juice. Shortly the cold feeling changed its position. From top to lower down. Philip pushed the ice cube into Rachel's pussy using his tongue. As a cruel sex partner, Philip believed that Rachel needed not just one cube, so he pushed another one inside. This gave a sensation that Rachel had never felt before! The two ice cubes totally filled up her pussy. The sensation was so solid, substantial and even strange to her. Philip then whispered to her. "Here comes another unforgettable moment for you" The third cube was slipped into her arse! The three ice cubes now were slowly melting and icy water was running along her inner thigh. She moaned again and again. Seeing the pleasure etched on Rachel's face was pushing Philip to his limit of desire but he wanted to stay in control for a while longer. He need to tease her, so he pushed her legs back over her head and just pushed his now throbbing cock so it brushed the outer folds of her swollen and wet pussy. Once, twice he inserted his cock into her but only an inch. Rachel moaned in pleasure desperate for Philip to fuck her hard. She tried to push Philips arse further forward so he would invade her but he wouldn't give her this pleasure. Rachel was loving the attention she was getting, never in her life had she orgasms so many times in one evening, Philip had uncovered the 'darkside' of her that she didn't know existed. She hoped that the feelings in her body could last forever. She had lost control ages ago and her desires had taken over. She cried out, 'Fuck me hard darling, I want all of your sticky spunk inside mmmmmmeeeeee' Phillip looked down at the sight of his cock only just penetrating her pussy lips, Rachel was so wet that it was already starting to stream out from her and coat his incredibly hard cock. "No!" He said. "I'm not going to fuck you just yet. You've got to do something for me." Taking the silk stockings he motioned Rachel to get off the desk and stand in front of him. Phillip turned her around and told her to put her hands behind her back which she did. He quickly but gently tied them together with the stockings, wrist to wrist then turned her around again. Having her hands behind her back made her push her chest out for balance, making her ample quivering tits all the more noticeable. Phillip dropped his mouth to her left, engorged nipple and sucked, hard. She whimpered and could only push her chest into his mouth to encourage him due to being unable to use her hands. He moved to her right nipple, biting, pulling and really sucking. His lips left red contact marks on her tits where they had been such were the power he was putting into suckling on them. All the time her hands were tied, she felt like she was losing balance and fell against Phillip. He propped her up with his knee between her legs. She gently rode his knee whilst he continued to suckle... Phillip pushed her down gently onto her knees. "You are going to suck my cock Rachel." he ordered. "If you suck me off now, I will last longer when I fuck your brains out later. And as your hands are tied, I'll have to do some of the work and fuck you mouth whilst you suck me off. You got that?" Rachel squirmed on the floor, getting comfortable concentrating solely on Phillips rock-hard cock, dripping pre-cum down his shaft to his balls...and those balls.....oh god...... they contained what she wanted, needed and adored. She could still feel the ice cube in her ass, and the remnants of the one in her pussy. She didn't know what was turning her on more, the feeling from her ass and pussy or the playful feeling of being tied up and not being able to just rub her clit and force an orgasm there and then. Phillip moved closer.............. Rachel's mouth fell upon his cock like some cock-starved nymphomaniac, shocking Phillip with her determination. She didn't start slowly like before, Rachel used her body weight to bear down on his shaft completely, taking it's full length in her mouth, into her throat and only stopping when his heavy balls smacked into her chin. Phillip let out a long, low moan and began to twist his fingers into her hair. She started to swallow making the back of her throat brush down over the head of his cock feeling the pre-cum, sticky and warm coating her throat. A Blind Date with a Difference Rachel held that position, eyes closed savouring the taste and feeling of Phillips cock filling her mouth so completely yet she was so relaxed, breathing through her nose....whimpering quietly...She let the saliva build up over his shaft then pulled her mouth off him completely in one long slow motion, leaning back to see his cock spring up and splatter her saliva against his tummy, watching it drip down his shaft and onto his heavy ball sack. Rachel leaned forward and took those balls into her mouth feeling her own saliva wetting her face where it rubbed against his shaft. She sucked on Phillips balls, tasting the spunk contained within, pulling down on his sack with her teeth, causing Phillip to gasp with the short sharp shock. His hand taking his shaft, wanking whilst she played with his balls. She released his balls and he looked down at her as he fed his shaft into her mouth. Taking her head between his hands Phillip slowly pushed his cock into Rachel’s lipstick smeared mouth, twisting his fingers into her hair he pulled out a couple of inches then proceeded to fuck Rachel’s mouth, hard. He started off holding her head still and using his hips in a fucking motion. Sometimes making a few long slow strokes pulling his cock almost all the way out then pushing in slowly, but completely. Then he would move to short fast strokes. Moving about 2 inches of cock at a time, thrusting in. moaning, "Suck me Rachel, suck me whilst I fuck your mouth like I will your pussy....God I am going to fuck you all night and do things to you that you only dream of....Now it's your turn...suck me baby.." He let go of her head and stopped moving. She immediately took up the pace, pushing her mouth over his cock and fucking his cock with her mouth. Unable to talk all she could do was moan loudly "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" If Phillip could hear what she was trying to say he would spunk there and then, she was telling him what she had planned and got off on the fact that he couldn’t understand her....but he wouldn't leave this room not having experienced it.... She felt his cock twitch and knew she was about to be rewarded for her hard work. Phillip took hold of her hair with one hand and gently coaxed her off his rapidly swelling cock, she could see his balls had tightened up and knew exactly what that meant. Phillip held her face about 8 inches from his cock and wanked himself fast, hard and with an ever more urgent moan to his voice. She opened her mouth, and looked up into his eyes. She had never taken a mans jism like this before and the excitement almost overwhelmed her....Phillip suddenly slowed down his wanking and barely managed to say "Yes Rachel! Fuck yes...." He started to spunk over her face. The first two large spurts careered obscenely over her face from the left side of her mouth over her nose and down her right cheek. The next few Phillip used to virtually fill her mouth with hot, glue-like sperm. Other spurts going into her hair and onto her forehead. He pushed her head back. This action coupled with her hands being tied caused her large beautiful breasts to protrude even more. Phillip couldn't resist. Moaning "Oh Rachel, I've never cum like this!" he proceeded to drown her tits in his thick spunk, splattering his juice into her cleavage, over her nipples and onto her neck. He slowed down, or rather the flow of spunk did. Phillip stilled wanked hard, fast pulling every last twitch and feeling from his orgasm, which had flowed through his cock. Rachel put her head forward again and let the spunk in her mouth dribble out over her chin. Hearing it splatter onto her thighs as it dropped off her face. Phillip knelt in front of her, rubbing his spunk into her tits and enjoying the slippery and sticky feeling on them. He leant forward and kissed Rachel, tasting him in her mouth. She pushed back, forcing her tongue into his mouth as they enjoyed him together. Standing up he pulled her gently to her feet. His cock was still rock hard. Philip took Rachel's hand. "Come with me," he whispered in her ear, "I want to show you something." Nodding her reply, she let him guide her out of the room, his hand lightly touching her on the small of her back. They went into the corridor and then to a stairway that obviously led to a basement. She wondered, briefly, why they were going there, but did not question him and followed as he took her hand and led her down the stairs. It was dark and she stayed close to him, holding his arm for balance. At the bottom of the stairs, he paused, flipped a switch and the room was bathed in a soft light. Slowly her eyes adjusted and then widened as they took in the room and its furnishings. On one wall was a large wooden X with leather padding on it. Leather cuffs hung from short metal chains at the ends of the upper arms of the X; at the bottom of the X was another set of cuffs also attached to the wood with chains. In the centre of the room was a table, with stirrups, like in a doctor's office, only padded, with restraints for the ankles. From the ceiling in one corner, hung a harness of some type, also made of leather. On one small table was a collection of vibrators, nipple clamps and various creams. She stared wordlessly around the room, aware that her breathing had quickened and her blood seemed to be pumping faster carrying the heat throughout her body. Dark fantasies filled her mind and shivered. She watched as he moved to the table. He picked up a silk scarf, ran it slowly between his fingers, smiled and looked at her. What, she wondered, did he have in mind? There was a whole house full of people upstairs. The thought touched the knot of excitement inside her. As her eyes adjusted to the low light level she became aware of several people standing in the shadows at the edge of the room, the light glistened off their bodies and leather garments. He moved behind her and carefully placed the scarf over her eyes. Darkness closed in around her once again as she felt him tie it behind her head. She could feel a heat coming from his body now as he leaned close and kissed her neck. A sigh escaped her lips. Then the heat moved away and she waited anxiously for what would come next. His fingers closed over hers and she felt herself being led across the room. Where was he taking her? To the cross? To the table? To the leather harness hanging from the ceiling? What about the people around the room? A part of her brain reminded her of the people upstairs; she shouldn't be doing this here. But her body was in control now; or rather he was in control of her body. She did not resist when he began caressing her and as her flesh became warmer still and her body responded with stiffening nipples and a growing wetness between her legs. Phillip held her close, kissing her deeply, mashing her tits into his chest and massaging her arse cheeks as he pulled her against his hard cock. He could still taste himself in her mouth and again moved his mouth down to her nipples, sucking hard. He loved her large tits, and it would appear so did someone else. A second pair of hands snaked around her body and took hold of her tits, pulling them up and feeding the nipples to Phillip. The hands were soft and small. The owner of them was wearing a full length leather suit as she could feel it across her back as they rubbed their body onto hers. She reached down and took hold of Phillips cock, running her hand over the leaking head and licking the pre-cum off. The second time she did this the unknown hands on her tits took hold of her hand and she felt the unmistakable feeling of someone licking her hand. A very female moan came from this person as they licked Phillips ejaculate from her fingers. The hands then moved back to her tits and stomach...playing with the remnants of Phillips spunk still sticking to her body from her previous cum-bath. She could just see under the blindfold and could see the hands were indeed female, long red nails, wedding ring wearing some sort of long sleeved leather item tied off at the wrists. The girl led Rachel by the hand over to the table with the stirrups. Someone picked her up and led her on the table on her back. A women’s voice said "Sit up and get on all fours Rachel." She did as she was told. As she turned around the ankle holders snapped in place holding her in that position. She felt the table being lowered a couple of feet. The girl said to someone else in the room "She's ready and Christ is she wet. You'll have no trouble getting that into her." Another female voice, which Rachel swore she knew, said from behind her "Fasten her hands down as well." Two further straps were fastened lightly around her wrists. She was now tied down on all fours. The wrist fastenings were pulling her arms down and forward so her arse was stickup up and out in the most sluttish "Come and fuck it" position she could manage. The familiar voice got closer "Rachel, I hear you were a bit of a dirty girl upstairs earlier, sucking cock like a dirty little nympho and enjoying a cum-bath at the end....I never knew you liked that...naughty, naughty..." A leather gloved hand lightly ran over her arse cheeks, then SMACK! The women had smacked her on the arse with her hand! Not very hard but enough to shock as opposed to hurt. Rachel started to say "I know you...." a second, third and fourth smack silenced her. The fourth making her pussy get almost twice as wet as it had been when she was having her tits played with. She felt fingers on her pussy lips. They where pushed in and out slowly..."This is Phillips." the voice said, "He's going in there right now." Rachel felt someone slide underneath her. Her position meant that her knees where pulled back. She felt the unmistakable feeling of a cock head at her pussy lips then heard Phillip moan as his length squeezed into her soaked hole and Phillip latched his mouth onto one of her dangling nipples and suckled gently. The voice behind her laughed and then said "I'm going to fuck you before I let you know who I am... Then when I reveal myself we will have a secret between us and what you do with that is your affair Rachel... But I am sure you will be coming back for more...your divorce was the best thing that ever could happen to you...no more 3 minute fumbling in bed with that idiot of a husband...we're going to show you how to really be dirty." With that the women inserted a finger into Rachel's arse, corkscrewing her hand to get it down to the knuckle. Rachel gasped and cried out.."Is that the best you can give me you bitch!" She was breathing heavily now...Phillip had started to slowly fuck her pussy so slowly almost not at all, she could feel her tits swaying in time to this movement... Phillip still is paying a lot of attention to her sensitive tits, the spunk on them now dry and pulling at her skin. Something cold and slimy splattered down the crack of her arse, a massive amount of lubricant, more than was really required making a slimy mess of her arse, back of her legs and dripping onto Phillips cock. She shuddered...Phillip was not exactly small. His cock would fit in her arse but she would have to really relax. Phillip however showed no signs of getting up and getting ready to fuck her tight arse..he continued his slow determined pussy fucking and paying attention to her tits... She felt hot breath on her pussy lips, the voice whispered "That's it Phillip, as deep as you can I'm ready now." Rachel felt the finger in her arse again then a second finger, stretching her open, making the lubricant work it's magic. The fingers withdrew and she felt something at the entrance to her arse.....large, round, rubber, obviously covered in lubricant...She managed to let out a cry and a scream "Jesus Christ, I can't..I can't take that.." but even she wasn't convinced with her own words...In fact she did want it, so badly and the fact that it was a women was turning her on immensely. The head of the strap-on pushed into her arse, after that it was easy..Rachel tightened up her arse muscles and literally sucked the dildo into her arse, the lubricant making the journey easy yet it was still fantastically tight...As it got to the hilt the women slapped her across the arse again and said "Relax Rachel, enjoy yourself..." at that moment Rachel realised.... the women was Linda, her friend...Her friend who had set up the meeting with Phillip in the first place! Rachel got into the situation, she cried out "Linda you filthy bitch, fuck my arse..I'm a little slut and want you to fuck my arse and abuse me any way you like...Phillip match her strokes, fuck my pussy and fill me with spunk, I want as much as you drowned me in earlier in my pussy..Come on.....for fucks sake come on..." Phillip and Linda took the hint, between them they started to build up a rhythm, pushing into her at the same time slowly and pulling out together....this speeded up more and more.... then they were at their peak. Linda was holding Rachel’s hips and driving the strap on into her lube soaked arse as Phillip held onto a tit with his mouth as he pounded her pussy from beneath, feeling the hard dildo through the thin membrane separating the two passages. His entire shaft was inside her, she had never felt so full...she felt herself give in to them, no resistance at all to the two violations being made to her body. This is what her body was made for, what she had been missing out on all these years... She felt herself start to go...her orgasm was rising fast...her hands and feet restrained, her tits having their own mini orgasm as Phillip mauled, licked, kissed and abused them in the most beautiful way... Rachel came with no warning, it felt like her clit was exploding from inside out.. She let out a long scream which diminished into whimpering as her orgasm flashed around her body through her sopping pussy to her nipples and her arse in a triangle of utter pleasure... She was producing so much liquid in her pussy that it squirted out around Phillips cock looking like she was pissing herself... Phillip suddenly tensed and as his cock bulged out at the sides you managed to whisper out "Drown my pussy in spunk, give it to me...all of it...ALL OF IT!" Phillip erupted into her, thick spurts of jism splattered against her pussy walls, scalding hot and with some force...she imagined the sight of his spunk spurting out of his cock head and into her. Phillip kept cumming...she lost count of how many spurts of cum he had given her... towards the end, Linda pulled his cock out of her pussy, the final spurts she let soak the strap on she was using before pushing the spunk drenched rubber hose back into Rachel’s arse. Phillips sperm dripped out of her onto the desk in a filthy scene that she could imagine but not see. "Well then" said Linda, "You've passed the initiation...we like sluts like you in our little club...I believe the others would like to introduce you to some of their favourite things... but may be not tonight you do look a little shattered" Rachel could only agree, she had lost complete track of what time it was. Linda undid the restraints and helped Rachel off the table. Spunk and juices were running down her thighs and her legs were a bit wobbly. She held on to Linda for support. They walked through the room arm in arm. The sights that Rachel saw as they walked to the stairs reminded her of scenes from the film 'Eyes Wide Shut’, which included a very sexy orgy scene with people wearing, masks. In fact all the people she saw wore similar masks. She was the only person not wearing one. Linda explained that this was because it was her initiation, but in future she would be required to wear a mask. In the future....Rachel hadn't thought about that at all...... Linda took Rachel to a large bathroom were a maid helped them undress and they both got in to the large shower area. Linda enjoyed soaping and cleaning Rachel’s body. She had a few red marks on her body, but nothing that would still show by Monday morning... Rachel was enjoying the personal attention she was getting from Linda and thanked her for such a marvellous time. As she came too and remembered everything she had done this evening she realised how incomplete her sex life had been up to tonight.... She came out of her dream when Linda used a hand held water jet on her pussy, this was ultra sensitive from all the sex she had had this evening that she virtually came instantly, she had to put her hands around Linda's neck to steady her self. 'Oh Linda, I have never felt like this before' 'Hmmmm you are so naughty Rachel, but I love you' Linda turned her head and kissed Rachel, she kept the water jet playing in her pussy and Rachel became very intense and wanted more attention. Rachel felt someone join them in the shower, it was Philip. He was still sporting an erection and both girls teased him and played with his cock. Rachel took the water jet from Linda and played it around Philips balls and his arse. This made him even stiffer. Linda kneeled down and sucked his cock whilst Rachel and Philip kissed. Linda only managed to get a small amount of spunk out of Philip, but she kept it in her mouth and shared it with Rachel and Philip. They all hugged and giggled before getting out of the shower, were the maid helped them to dry and get in to some clean clothes. Rachel has seen Philip a few times since, and they have enjoyed some great nights together, some conventional ones too!!! Rachel's leather goods business has now expanded to include leather clothing and this has proved very popular with her friends at her discrete club. She has now got a whole new wardrobe of sexy outfits and has dated a few new men, mainly younger men so they have the stamina to please her..... A Blind Date The female masseuse stands behind Cassie, she pulls Cassie back against her own breasts. Tilting Cassie's face to the side, she kisses her deeply, tongue dancing lightly like only a female knows how as she presses her lips to Cassie's soul. As the passion intensifies, that quick butterfly tongue sneaks out and down, nibbling teasing and sucking on Cassie's neck. Her hands encircle Cassie, cupping her breasts and playing with the tips of her engorged nipples as they peak out of the clips. Cassie squirms and wiggles to get away from the terrible, wonderful fingers that play with her overly sensitive buds. She feels the masseuse drop a hand back and wedge it between them, Cassie knows that she is playing with herself as she sucks on her neck. It's too much for Cassie, she has never loved a woman, yet that is all she wants at this moment. The hand returns and once again Cassie feels something bump her lips. She parts then instantly recognizes the banana. As it slides slowly in, the musky sweet essence of the masseuse bursts upon Cassie's tongue. Cassie revels in her first taste of another woman's pussy. Paul interrupts her pleasure. He shoos the girl away and helps Cassie to her feet. He walks her forward before guiding her up two small steps. Cassie stops when something bumps into the tops of her thighs. Quickly, Paul leans her forward. Without realizing what has happened she is forced to lie across something, she starts to rise up only to realize the nipple chain is already firmly attached somewhere. She feels movement at each wrist cuff and they too are pulled toward the floor. Her ankle cuffs are soon drawn to the side and forward. The blindfold is loosened just long enough for her to glimpse the full room staring at her so lewdly spread before them on stage. She also glimpses Paul with the wide leather warmer stepping behind her. The strands are few, only about six of them, and they are wide, apparently made of suede. The blindfold is retightened and she is forced to wait for the first blow. It seems an eternity but finally it comes. A nice solid "thwap!" as the leather wraps around her ass for the first time. It is not as hard as she expected, an initial shock but really not much lingering pain of any kind. Again it falls upon her, Cassie can already feel heat in wide bands across her ass, it feels exquisite. The next blow comes a little quicker sooner and before long Paul has gotten into a solid rhythm. Cassie can hear music and the blows are perfectly timed to it. Cassie is really amazed that it doesn't sting like she thought it would. The heat has risen incredibly but the rhythmic slapping has become expected and constant, much like the thrusting of sex. Cassie begins to get overwhelmed by the sensation; she pushes her ass back to meet each slap. Her ass spreading as it submits to the caresses of the wide suede flogger and Paul her master. Cassie lies panting upon the cool leather bench she is attached too. A warm tingling holds her mind as awareness slowly return. Cassie feels as if she is floating, similar to coming of the laughing gas at her dentist. A cool cloth wipes her brow and the details come shaper into focus. She remembers the crowd and the stage, she sees her wrists still attached, she sees Paul briefly as he looks into her eyes watching the awareness return. Paul gives her a warm smile before disappearing behind her again. The music stops and on comes an announcer. Cassie still drifts in and out a bit, not wanting to leave the wonderful sensations she is feeling. The announcer sounds funny almost like a game show host. His voice rises in excitement and the crowd reacts with cheers and applause. He begins to ramble quickly his voice rising and falling as he gets the responses he seeks. It all sound familiar when suddenly Cassie realizes it's an auction. Her excitement grows and her awareness returns as she focuses to hear what is going on. Cassie hears a final bid of $2000 being slowly counted out, "Once, twice, Sold!" The crowd erupts as the announcer tells the bidder that the warmed ass of the new sub is his for the taking. Ice shoots through Cassie's veins as hears the unbuckling behind her. She moans into the leather bit that must have been placed on her as she swooned. Helpless, Cassie feels him step between her secured legs, unable to close them she slides her hips slightly to the side to avoid getting fucked by this stranger. The effort brings an appreciative roar from the crowd as a hand grabs her hip to steady her. The head of his hardened cock presses to Cassie's tender ass. The plug and the lubricant have done their job as he slowly slides within her tight tender embrace. Cassie moans in spite of herself and feels that warm tingling sensation of her mind hovering just beyond reach. Her blindfold is removed and as her vision clears she sees before her a wall of mirrors. She sees herself bent over the padded leather bench. Nipples tugged to points by the chain. Behind her she sees her master as he takes her ass in front of the approving eyes of the other members of the club. Cassie moans low and long as her orgasm races in, with it comes the warm sensation to wrap and envelope her mind in the comfortable protection of its embrace. Slowly Cassie awakens within her bed. The sun shines warmly through the window, filling the room with warm yellow light. Her husband breathes deeply still asleep on this Saturday morning. Cassie slowly gets out of bed, slightly muddled, still waking up. She shuffles toward the bathroom feeling slight aches in her legs and arms. She turn to sit and slides her pajamas down her legs, then freezes. On her right thigh is a wide red stripe. Knowing what she will find but needing to see it anyway Cassie straightens, and slowly turn to the full-length mirror on the wall. They are slowly revealed, wide red stripes across her shapely ass, red but not overly sore. Flipping on the light, Cassie notices a thin clear trickle of fluid coming from between her cheeks to trail down her leg. Cassie smiles remembering, just as her husband comes through the door staring in shock at her red ass.