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The Drawer

By: reesedakota



Rob and I had been married for twenty-three years. Rob was an insurance salesman, frequently on the road for days, sometimes at a company office two hours away, and otherwise working from home. He had an office in the house, with its own phone, computer, and furniture. Rob often had checks from clients, as well as confidential papers, which he kept in a lockable "safe drawer" in his desk. I worked part-time from a local real-estate office.

I was absolutely in love with Rob. He was a good husband, good provider, a good father to our children, and was devoted to us. He coached the kid's teams and served as a scout leader to the extent his travels permitted. We shared the same views about money, saving, raising children, politics, almost everything. We never really fought.

Rob had once commented that he liked the way I looked in heels. At church, I could not help notice his eyes following women's legs and shoes as they walked up the aisle to Communion, and if there was a woman across the aisle with crossed legs and a dangling heel he seemed transfixed while trying to hide his interest.

Rob always had a much higher sex drive than I did, probably wanting it at least once a day. My interest level was more on the order of every other week. Rob's interests were also far broader than mine. After much pressure, I had in the early years taken Rob's cock in my mouth a few times, but just did not like it. I knew this was a favorite activity of many men, and it would have been one of Rob's, but I just didn't like it, so we didn't do it. Of course I knew girls who were proud of being regarded as a great lover because they would allow a man to ejaculate in their mouth, a thought I couldn't stand.

I sometimes liked Rob to "go down" on me, but I was uncomfortable with even that if I had not showered thoroughly before. I disliked French kissing, something Rob also wanted but had "given up on". Rob occasionally expressed frustration and dissatisfaction with the frequency and lack of "wet contact" in our sex. In one rare instance when we made love right after exercising, he tried to lick my sweaty armpit, and I immediately clamped my arm to my side. He had tried getting his mouth on my pussy when I hadn't showered, which I just could not abide. Once, when I was just starting my period, he begged to be allowed to taste me, but again, I refused, as I did on a few occasions when he tried to get his tongue between my ass cheeks. I just couldn't stand the thought of him tasting me "dirty". After all, we did have "normal" sex.

Rob once said he felt closed out because I wouldn't let him taste the "real me," like I was saving it for someone deserving. He said it sounded like I was glad we had made "responsible" choices, rather than having been led astray by urges to be with someone we longed to be physically integrated or "at one" with. He said he had that longing for me, but that I didn't seem to have it for him. I assured him this wasn't so. To me, our sex life was fine; like it was supposed to be. We did all the things that any normal couple would do. Rob had introduced some vibrators into our sex life, and I increasingly enjoyed him using them on me. I had even used them myself on a few occasions when he was away. We would kiss. I would let Rob touch and kiss my breasts, then put his fingers inside me, after which I would quickly ask him to get on top and enter me, and we would screw until he had a climax. If I was turned on, I would have one pretty quickly. If I was having sex just to satisfy Rob, I would try to get him inside me as quickly as possible so he could get off and we could go to sleep.

Our life was so perfect, our sex life was normal, and I loved Rob so much, that I couldn't see these imagined or silly "deficiencies" in our sex life being any more of a problem for Rob than I found the annoyance or inconvenience of his leaving the medicine cabinet drawer open after brushing his teeth.

Working in his office at home one afternoon preparing for the next day's out-of-state week-long trip, Rob got a call that the head scout leader wanted him to stop over, and Rob headed for his house. Almost immediately after he left, I remembered an invitation we had gotten to a wedding, and had given him to mark on his office calendar, but I still needed to put it on mine. Not finding it on Rob's desk, I searched through a pile of magazines, papers, and newsletters sitting on a chair.

As I looked through the pile, I came upon an unusual magazine, open to a classified ad section. Thumbing through the pages, there were pictures of men kissing and licking women's armpits, breasts, backsides, legs, shoes, bras, and every other part. Women were inserting vibrators or dildos in the men's rectums. They were masturbating the men, or making them do it themselves, and then having them lick their semen from the women's bodies, shoes, dildos, etc., and these were the "milder" activities depicted! Some women were beating or torturing men. Others were urinating in a man's mouth, or having him remove a tampon with his teeth and lick her clean.

The classified section had ads from women all over the country offering to make men worship them in the same way. Most were for visits of an hour or two, costing at least a hundred dollars. One ad was titled "Thirty Dollar Quickie":

"Bring your dildo or vibrator and size 8 heels. Lie naked on the floor before my throne, your legs in the stirrups. As I tell you how my wheel-driven electric fucking machine is sliding the dildo you brought in and out of your pussy, you will lick and worship the shoe in your mouth while my other high heeled foot strokes you to climax. Or I may make you show me how you hold and rub the shoes on your cock until you cum when we have phone sex. I'll describe how my womanizing machine continues pussifying you until you have licked every drop of cum from my shoes. And I do mean every drop. All this in fifteen minutes. Take the heels and dildo with you. You'll be bringing them back to me over, and over..."

Rob's drawer was open, and inside I found more magazines hidden beneath the papers. There were also several DVDs. Rob called to say that his scout meeting was going to take a while and he might not be home until six, so I could plan dinner. I browsed a few more of the magazines, looking at the pictures and skimming some of the stories and articles. I popped one of the DVDs into the player. It had excerpts of videos Rob had rented or downloaded. They featured extensive sessions of men undressing their "mistresses" and worshipping them orally. The men would kiss the women's armpits, breasts, asses, pussies, or shoes. A man was wearing a plug in his ass while fucking a woman, and then licked his semen out of her vagina. Men were lying on their backs masturbating before women fucking them with condom covered strap-on penises. In some, after the man would cum, the mistress would remove the condom and dip the strap-on in the cum and make the man lick or suck it clean. One picture showed a man lying on the floor masturbating as a woman urinated in his mouth, and a dildo was driven in and out of his ass like a piston by a holder connected to a motor-driven wheel. After the man came, the woman repeatedly dipped her shoe in his cum and made him lick it. In other scenes men ejaculated and licked cum from women's bodies or clothing in sessions that presumably would last over an hour.

Knowing Rob would be rushed for time and not inspecting his drawer, I took several magazines and DVDs to peruse while he was away, and then turned to fixing dinner and doing what I could to gather clothes and things he would need for his trip. This gave me several days to look through the magazines and watch the DVDs more thoroughly.

The magazines had both pictures and stories. Some involved women talking in the most demeaning and insulting way to the men. In some, the women were whipping the men or inflicting pain in other ways. In others, the women were seducing the men into revealing their most intimate and embarrassing fantasies, and then using that knowledge to make the men perform the forbidden and embarrassing acts with them as a sign of the woman's love for and desire to secure the love of her partner. 

The kinds of scenes Rob had excerpted onto his DVDs were all of the latter quality: Women requiring men to perform their most hidden fantasies to show their love for the woman in the most embarrassing way, and the woman indicating that she liked to be the object of her partner's love; to make him reveal his most hidden fantasies; and would require him to perform for her over and over for the rest of his life. 

In almost all the scenes Rob recorded, after the man climaxed, his partner insisted that he eat his cum. If he came inside her, she made him lick every drop of semen from her pussy. If she had fucked him with a strap-on dildo, she would remove the condom, dip the dildo in the puddle of semen, and make him suck and lick it. Or, she would use her shoe or boot or foot to collect it and put her foot in his mouth for him to lick it clean.

One magazine article talked about cum-eating, and helped me understand. For some men, being told how they would have to lick and swallow every drop of their ejaculate as they escalated toward climax was extremely exciting. But, the instant these men climaxed, they would have no interest whatever, and even be slightly repulsed and extremely humiliated by the idea. Yet, half an hour later, the man would feel dissatisfied, like their sex life was incomplete, if the woman had not required that he eat his cum from her both to satisfy her longing to see him do it, and as evidence of his total devotion and to be sure he knew the totality of their union. Having the woman tell the man as he ate his ejaculate how she loved to see him cleaning her; how he could have no doubt that she was his; and how she loved knowing that she would be watching him eat every drop of cum he ever produced in the future as a sign of his love for her, made it all the more exciting. In fact, while having no interest when starting to lick semen, the man might be fully ready for another climax when done, given the right verbal atmosphere.

The magazine also explained how vibrators, dildos, plugs or other toys inserted in the rectum stimulated both the anus and the prostate. Additionally, knowing that the woman required him to wear a butt plug or vibrator while having sex as a sign of his union with her, like a wedding ring, was both stimulating and embarrassing. He was being required to show his devotion and acknowledge that she "had him"; that he was "pussy whipped". Really, it was an assurance that his lover was going to keep him that way forever. Her verbalizations about being able to fuck his pussy, like a girl, emphasized the reality of her ownership, and the degree he was admitting his need for her. Similarly, statements and actions reflecting her ownership of his testicles, and his obligation to provide the sperm they produced according to her wishes, also emphasized not only their union but the fact that she valued it. Of course, many of these women wanted their partner to know that he was privileged to be the one she had selected to satisfy and care for her completely. That meant not only intercourse and other ways of satisfying her, but also included cleaning her and knowing the taste of the cum her balls produced.

Magazines! DVDs! Time spent reading them, watching long videos, and extracting sections of the videos showing that for which he longed, and felt incomplete and unfulfilled without!

Suddenly, I realized that for Rob this was not like the medicine cabinet door being open. I didn't collect magazines or movies about closed doors. No one was offering to close doors in front of me for fifteen minutes if I'd give them thirty dollars. My sense of having achieved union with someone did not relate to doors. Rob craved frequent release, "wet contact", and a sense of being wanted totally. He craved it badly, and so did enough other people to make an industry for those who needed it and those offering it.

Maybe I was selfish. I did know women who were much more sexually adventurous than me. Yet I didn't spend money recklessly, I was a devoted wife and mother, but just wasn't highly sexed and didn't like anyone finding me dirty.

Thinking about the ad for the quickie, it was interesting that the woman placing it required men to bring their own dildo and shoes for her to wear. Actually, she was running a very clean procedure. No one tasted her bodily fluids. Everything that contacted a guy's body was his own. And it all occurred in a pretty short amount of time. Maybe there was something I could do to satisfy Rob's need for both frequent and "wet" sex, while still not having to share myself "dirty".

From the scenes Rob had copied onto the DVD, it was obvious that Rob longed to taste women's vaginas and armpits, to lick their asses, worship their legs and breasts. But scenes about a man being fucked by a woman, made to worship shoes, and being made to eat his cum from her shoes, feet, breasts, or elsewhere on her body were also big fascinations.

Rob returned from his trip late one afternoon, letting me know he was hoping for sex that night, but I was in the second day of my period. "I'm sorry, honey," I said, "but maybe there's another way I can get you off." With that the kids were in the door for dinner, which ended discussion for then.

We had a vibrator, and I had KY jelly. After dinner I slipped into a pair of heels, and sat beside Rob watching TV until it was time for bed. As Rob got ready for bed, I undressed, put on my PJs and slid under the covers, still wearing my heels. Rob soon joined me. I had left the clicker for the DVD player on his night table. I had an uninteresting program playing on the TV in our room, as Rob climbed in next to me.

"Oh, there's something I wanted you to see. Just hit play," I said, as I snuggled against him and rubbed his tummy. He did. I had the DVD set at a kind of "quickie" with a woman lying on the bed, and a guy beside her, legs in the air presenting his "pussy" for her to fuck, as her shoe rested in his mouth. She spoke to him continually until he climaxed about what she was doing to him, and what he was doing because she told him to and he would do anything she said. After he climaxed she rubbed her shoe in the cum and made him lick it as she continued to fuck him, play with his balls, and tell him how he would be eating every drop of cum he produced from now on. 

Rob immediately turned red and protested, but I said, "Be quiet and watch. That's an order." When the video had finished, I slid my hand down to Rob's cock, which was dripping with pre-cum. "Lay down on your back, with your feet up here against the head board and your face by my feet," I said. From my nightstand, I removed the vibrator and KY jelly, and slid my shoe into Rob's mouth.

Now was the really hard part. It wasn't about just mechanically sliding a vibrator in and out of him, squeezing his balls, and passively resting my shoe in his mouth. For this to mean anything, it had to be me talking, but creating the same atmosphere and urgency as the women in the videos. After all, I was doing this because I loved Rob, and wanted him to know it. Whatever alienation Rob felt because of my "wet sex" discomfort, I wanted to overcome with his wetness, and every day so his need for frequency would be satisfied. 

I wanted Rob to know I knew his secret now and was just as intent as the women in the videos to have his tongue lick and worship my shoes and feet as I exercised control of his balls and "pussy". I wanted him to know he would bring me every load my balls produced, put it where I told him, and that he was the one who would be cleansing every drop from me, because I was his to love and care for. He wanted "wet sex;" well, he'd be getting it from now on, because his balls were mine, and he'd know he'd scored with me because he'd be licking every drop of crème from me. I had to keep telling him how his pussy was mine to fuck; that it was our secret; that I could fuck him like a girl whenever I wanted; that he was my pussyboy, to lick and worship me.

"Kiss my shoes, Rob. Lick them. I want to see you making love to them with your mouth and tongue," I said, as I placed the toe of my shoe in his mouth. "Hold and caress my leg lovingly as you guide the shoe in, out, and its parts around your mouth. Yes, give head to my shoe. Take it in your mouth and tongue and kiss it. Extend your lips over and around it. You'd better be very convincing, or I'll think you really wanted those other girls on that DVD and in the magazines instead of me. Make love to my shoe with our mouth.

"Yes, that's my vibrator, parting your labia, getting ready to penetrate your vagina; I'm going to make love to your pussy, like a girl, like I'm going to be doing to you for the rest of your life. We'll be having sex the regular way or any way I want whenever I'm in the mood, but since you want it every day, you'll be getting it like this all the rest of the time, every night and any time I think you need it."

"Jerk your cock while I play with my balls and fuck you with my vibrator. When we have sex the regular way you'll be licking the sperm my balls produce from my pussy from now on. All the rest of the time your pussy will be fucked. You'll make love to my toy with your pussy. You'll lick the semen my balls produce from wherever I tell you to put it. And now I want it for my shoes. Yes, these are my balls, that produce my sperm. You'll tell me every time my balls are ready to give me their load, and you'll milk it out for me however and wherever I tell you. And then, you'll lick up every drop of my crème. Thank me for letting you wear my balls. Tell me you'll play with yourself and put on a little show for me whenever I say, and do it for me with love. Maybe I'll make you masturbate your pussy as well; to show me you love me. I'll make you do it because I love you, and now I know your secrets. Keep jerking. Keep stroking. Abusing yourself, right in front of me, while you fuck me with your pussy like a woman. Keep licking those shoes. Caress my leg lovingly, giving head to my shoes, taking me with your pussy, lovingly stroking for me to produce my sperm for you to lick from my shoes..."

Rob came, and I rubbed the shoes in the puddle of cum on his stomach as I continued working the vibrator and playing with his balls. "I know you want to stop now, Rob. I know you're done and completely satisfied. But I also know that in less than half an hour, you'll feel that somehow our union wasn't really complete, because it wasn't wet. That feeling of dissatisfaction, that somehow you were denied the true union you're seeking, will return. I don't want you feeling that way. I want you to know that I love you, and that you have me completely. And the only way you'll know that is if you have no doubt that you've scored because you've tasted every drop of our union. So even though you don't want to do it right now, I'm going to insist that you lick my crème from my shoe, and I'm going to keep fucking you and collecting it from your tummy with my shoe until you've swallowed it all. That's how it's going to be tonight. And that's how it's going to be from now on every time my balls release my crème."

I returned the shoe to Rob's mouth. "Open your mouth, Rob. Take the toe of my shoe in your mouth and lick and suck it clean. Yes, lick the cum from my shoe. Taste my sperm. Make love to it with your mouth. Open wide. Let it all the way in. Eat my crème. There's more on your stomach. Let me get if for you. Even after you're done, I know there will still be a slight coating of sperm on my shoes. Every time I look at them tomorrow I'll know I'm wearing your love. I'll think of you jerking off to give me my crème as I fuck your pussy. I'll picture you licking the cum from my shoes, because you are mine and because you love me. And maybe you'll finally know that I love you and am yours completely, and want you showing that you are mine, and this is how we do it, because this is the "wet sex" I can give you, and that you will beg and thank me for."


The Drawer Ch. 02



"How was your day," Melissa asked, settling down in a comfortable bedroom chair, the laptop open on the dressing table with its webcam pointed at her, and the screen showing Rob seated on the edge of his bed at the Hotel. Melissa had received Rob's call a few minutes before, and with a promise to call him right back, had run upstairs to the privacy of their bedroom for the discussion to follow.

"I'm tired, but it had a lot of good parts talking with my contacts at Heningship-Dortman. Then I had to sit through some boring presentation by their PR people about the new building they're putting up in Hutchinson. It was almost 7:30 before I got out of there. Then I had dinner with Richterson and Smathers. I'm meeting with them early tomorrow to see how we might be involved in insuring parts of the new project, and then we're going to ride out to the site. How was your day?" asked Rob.

"Oh, my day was great, really," Melissa responded. "I spent the morning and early afternoon at the Real Estate office, but once the snow started nobody was going to be walking in and Tony was staying until closing, so I left. It was nice to get home early and do a few things around here, but I always like it better when you're here to be with when I get home."

"Yeah," said Rob, "I like that too."

Rob was staying at a hotel while out of town on a business trip. A week before, his wife had come upon his cache of female domination magazines and videos, and had confronted him with her discovery. Horrified at anyone learning his secret craving, he was both ashamed and amazed when his sexually conservative wife demanded that he perform certain of the magazine's depictions. Now he was going to find out what she had been thinking when she made him pack a pair of her heels and a vibrator in the suitcase to take on his trip. "You'll find out when you call me from your hotel room at night for phone sex." Rob's wife, Melissa, had never had phone sex with him before. In fact, Melissa had always had a saddeningly restricted sexual repertoire.

"Are you ready for bed?" Melissa asked. "Let me see," she said coyly. A sheepish look crossed Rob's face, as he swung his legs up and rolled away from the camera on the bed so Melissa could see that the bed was turned down and he was just wearing his underpants. "Were you thinking about me today? Thinking about what was going to happen tonight when you were ready for bed? You have to tell your mistress how it made you feel."

She could see that Rob was already getting hard, despite the slightly humiliated look on his face. "Well," he mumbled, "Yes. I did think about you. Really, I always think about you," he said. 

"And did you think about me wearing my heels," she asked. "Did you think about being allowed to kiss them, and show me how much you love that I wear them? About showing me how much you love them?"

"Yes," said Rob, now giving up any hope of maintaining "dignity", still ashamed of what he knew she was going to make him do, yet craving it immensely. 

"Do you have the gifts I gave you to take on your trip as a token of my love for you; to remind you that you're mine, and so you can show your love for me? Let me see them," coaxed Melissa. Rob bent down and produced the pair of heels Melissa had given him, the vibrator, and a tube of KY jelly.

"That's very good, Rob. Now move the laptop farther back if you can so I can get a fuller view of you. Maybe you can put it on a phone book or something to get it a little higher, so I can look down slightly at you when you're on the bed." Melissa saw Rob's image shake on the screen as he pushed the laptop as far back on the dresser as it would go until it hit the wall, and then prop it up with his brief case and some phone books. The move was adequate to let her see from the pillow down to about where Rob's knees would be if he were lying flat on the bed, and sufficiently high and angled down to give her a good view or Rob's face, chest, tummy, and cock from above. "Now step out of your underpants, and get the end and shaft of that vibrator covered with KY," Melissa directed.

Rob turned toward the bed, his back to the laptop. He removed the top from the KY tube, and squeezed out a bubble on the business end of the vibrator. Then he squeezed it out along the sides of the vibrator's shaft. "Don't turn around, Rob," Melissa said, her voice reflecting a little smile but much authority. "Now bend over so I can see your pussy. Good. Reach back and spread those cheeks. Now let me watch you make my love toy disappear. Do it! Surround it with your love. Show me how well you can make love to my toy with that vagina you have," she said. Rob bent over, and slowly inserted the vibrator in his rectum. "Yes, slowly now, let your little twat relax and open for it. Slide it in and out. Let me see you fucking yourself. Let me see you surrounding my toy with your love; surrounding it with the pussy that loves me," said Melissa, a combination of sensual teasing and insistence reflected in her tone. Then, in a more demanding voice, she said, "That IS your pussy, isn't it!"

"Yes," said Rob.

"Keep that inside you. Turn around and look at me." Rob complied "Now. Yes what?" Melissa asked.

"Yes mistress," Rob replied.

"That's not what I was looking for. I want to know what's surrounding my toy. Now look straight at me and tell me exactly what you're using to fuck my toy. What you use to make it disappear?" Melissa demanded slyly.

"My pussy," Rob surrendered, knowing it was the ultimate submission.

"Yes," said Melissa, with a look of satisfaction. "I love you, Rob, and I want you to know it. You'll know I love you because my toy will be inside you, and you'll show you love me by surrounding my toy with your love. Now lie down on the bed on your back. You may need to take the other pillow and position it below your pussy to keep my toy inside you. Get yourself comfortable."

Rob lay back on the bed, then positioned the second pillow beneath his buttocks to keep the vibrator firmly in his ass. With the computer on top of the dresser to the right of the bed and higher, pointing slightly down, Melissa was looking from above with a view from Rob's head to below his knees.

"Do you feel me vibrating inside you," Melissa asked.

"Yes," said Rob.

"Its embarrassing, having a pussy and knowing I know it and am inside it, but it feels good, doesn't it?" Melissa asked.

"Yes," said Rob feeling both excitement and humiliation.

"And are my balls full of my sperm ready for you to release the way I tell you?" Melissa asked.

"Yes," said Rob.

Melissa now settled down to measured and soothing speech, like a hypnotist leading a relaxation or focus exercise. "Rob, I want you to think about me sitting on a bench that's across and over your knees, so that my feet with their heels are dangling over your cock and my balls," said Melissa, removing her top so that Rob could see her bare breasts as she spoke. Melissa did have another vibrator, and could have joined in trying to get off, but she wasn't ready to do anything like that with Rob looking on, and was really still focused on doing this new thing she had learned about with Rob.

"My heels are resting on those balls, and the instep of each shoe is on either side of your cock, with the soles resting on your tummy, and the toes pointing at your head. Imagine yourself holding my legs lovingly, to guide the shoes up and down the length of your cock. Imagine me looking down at you, and you looking into my eyes, as I feel the excitement and longing to orgasm conveyed by your trembling hands that caress and pilot my legs to glide the shoes over your cock. Imagine me feeling your need, striving for the release you can only bring about by caressing and steering my legs: The legs that must constantly sense your love and adoration if you're to be allowed to continue holding them. Imagine me knowing and feeling your desperation to cum, to masturbate yourself with my shoes, as I look down on you cherishing my legs in yearning for the release only they and I can elicit. The release you can have only by revealing yourself and those hidden secrets totally to me. No longer can you hide your longing to fuck my shoes and lick them clean. And when you cum, and do not want to lick your cum, you'll know my making you do it will strangely only increase your need and longing for the next time.

"Take the shoes, now, one in each hand, and show me the motion they would make on your cock, with the heels stirring those balls, the balls that are all mine; the balls that you gave to me on our wedding day, those sperm factories that make what is just for me, just mine, working to produce a big load to cover my shoes. That's it. Rub them on your cock. Just as you dreamed of them caressing your cock when you thought about me wearing them; about kissing them, as you jerked yourself off in the bathroom. Now you'll be jerking off right in front of me. It's the only way you will masturbate. No more secrets. Look at me. I'm watching you masturbating yourself right now, right in front of me. You have a hardon for my shoes, don't you, rubbing them on your cock working to get off, to cover my shoes with a big load. Look at me looking right at you as you do it, my toy fucking your pussy, right in front of me, as you masturbate with my shoes to make a big load: A big load that I know and you know you will lick from my shoes, because I will make you; because its what you wanted to do, and now you have to do right in front of me with every single drop of my sperm you ever exude. 

"Look at my breasts, Rob. They're hungry to be covered in your cum when I make you jerk off on them, and even hungrier to feel you lovingly lick them clean, ecstatic in knowing that you are the one; you are the only one; who has ever kissed them. Aside from our babies, you are the only one who has ever sucked on them. You will know they're yours and that I'm keeping you mine because you will lick the crème my balls produce from by tits, and my shoes, and my legs, and wherever else I tell you to put it. Yes, work those shoes on your cock, work to give me a big load; a big load of cum; do it knowing you will lick every drop from my shoes. Won't you!!" Melissa demanded, her tone changing from the seductive and mischievous to the commanding, as she required his confession that he was excited by the thought of licking his cum from her shoes.

"Yes," admitted Rob helplessly.

"Yes, what!" demanded Melissa.

"Yes I want to cum on your shoes and I will lick all the cum from your shoes," Rob blurted, like a prisoner finally "spilling his guts", making his full confession, giving it all, as he felt his orgasm approaching. 

"And why do I let you cum inside me, and on my shoes, and tits, and elsewhere?" asked Melissa.

"Because you love me," Rob replied.

"Yes. I love you. I'm entitled to know all these little secrets, and I get to choose to love you with any I can. And why do you bring me every hardon, and give me my sperm where I tell you, and cleanse me lovingly and worshipfully?" Melissa demanded.

"Because I love you," replied Rob. Throughout the adventures in domination they had tried since Melissa's discovery of his hidden fantasies, Rob had a sense of elation and satisfaction of a long-held desire, coupled with a terrible fear that the discovery of his craving and sight of him doing these things would somehow disgust or dismay Melissa in a way that would forever damage their marriage. He certainly didn't want that. He was comforted to hear Melissa demand that he acknowledge that for Melissa these were things in furtherance of her love for him, and that he'd better be reciprocating with an increased sense of intimacy and love for her. 

"You're getting closer. Imagine how ardently you would be moving my legs now," said Melissa, as he worked the shoes on his cock. "Imagine how ardently you will be moving them, when you're back home and I have you lie beneath the card table as I go through the multiple listings, and sit on a bench over you just like I'm describing." With increasing urgency he strove to make it happen, desperately sliding the pre-cum lubricated shoes up and down the sides of his cock, the forward part of each shoe's arch and upper overhanging and astride the bulbous end of his cock, converging beside and over, rubbing the corona and glans, the heels stirring his testicles. Ashamed before, now he looked at her honestly, totally exposed, emotionally naked, stimulated by the sight of his wife willingly viewing and accepting his most secret revelation, and wanting her to know the depth of his longing to share his most hidden fantasies and have her accept and participate in them.

Rob's cock started spurting. "Keep rubbing those shoes," Melissa said sternly. "You keep rubbing them until every single drop of my sperm is out of my balls. Yes, keep working those shoes on your cock, working those heels on my balls; keep stroking, just like my toy keeps fucking that pussy you have, keep masturbating those shoes on that cock; get out every drop of my semen for me," Melissa continued, until finally it was obvious that Rob was spent and his orgasm had been carried all the way to maximum fulfillment.

"How was that," Melissa asked sweetly, her expression showing she wanted to know it had been good for Rob.

"It was great," said Rob, lying on the bed with his arms and her shoes now at his side, giving the appearance of an athlete recovering from having just finished a race. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Melissa said, "I always want it to be good for you, Rob. I love you. I want you to know that all night tonight, and all day tomorrow, and every day for the rest of your life. My toy fucks you because I love you. My shoes just fucked you because I love you. You get to cum on them because I love you. And you get to lick them clean and love me with your tongue because I love you and because you need to show your love for me.

"And that's why my toy is going to keep fucking you until you rub every inch of those shoes in the cum on your stomach, and get them all wet. Then you're going to sit up and lick every inch of each shoe with your tongue while you look straight at me and I watch you eat every drop of my cream. Now start rubbing those shoes, and get every inch of the tops and bottoms wet for me."

Rob took the shoes and began rubbing them in the cum on his stomach. Eventually Melissa told him he had enough to start, and to stand up, keep the vibrator inside him, and look at her. "Hold that shoe up in front of you," she said. Rob did as instructed. "Now I want you to tell me you love me and beg to be allowed to lick my sperm from my shoe," she said.

Rob looked at her, the shoe held just below the line from his eyes to the screen, the cum on it conspicuously visible to both of them. "I love you," said Rob. "Please let me lick your sperm from your shoe." 

"Thank you, Rob," said Melissa. "Thank you for loving me. Thank you for marrying me and giving yourself to me. Now you may lick my shoe clean. Let me see you doing it lovingly; appreciatively. Look at me as you do it. Keep doing it, and returning the shoe to your belly to scrape up the rest of the sperm, until you've eaten it all for me. You are the one I picked. You are the one who gets to care for me and lick and kiss and hold me, and you will know it because you will lick every single drop of that love juice my balls produce from now on."

As Melissa continued her stimulating and engaging verbal love serenade, Rob finished licking the shoes. Finally Melissa commended him for a good job, allowing him to remove the vibrator, put the shoes down, and sit on the edge of the bed.

"Was it good for you," Melissa asked. "Do you know I love you?"

"Yes," Rob said, spent but knowing he was speaking the truth. "It was wonderful. Thank you. And I do love you. I was thinking about you and this all day, so embarrassed, and yet wanting it so much. It was so wonderful. Was it terrible for you?"

"No," said Melissa. "It still seems strange. It's very different from anything I would have thought of. But I know that's also a problem I have, being so restricted in what I'm comfortable with, but somehow this is OK, and I feel really good about our having found a way to solve some of the things that I know have left you feeling unsatisfied. You do feel satisfied, don't you? Or do I have to fuck you and make you cream and lick my shoes again right now?" she asked in mock threateningly tones, having seen his cock harden slightly as she talked to him while he licked the cum from her shoes.

"No," said Rob. "I'm spent. In fact, I know you mentioned doing this in the morning as well as at bedtime, but I really think I'll still be quite satisfied in the morning, and need to get ready to meet Richterson, so could we skip it for the morning and leave it for me to call you tomorrow night?"

"Sure," said Melissa. "I love you. Call me in the morning. I want to hear from you. But sure, we can give your weenie a rest. Good night, sweetheart, I love you."

"I love you too," said Rob. "Good night."

Their computers disconnected. So they had done it. They had had their first "phone sex", and it was better than Rob could ever have imagined. He slept well, and had a productive next day. Melissa, too, felt in one way strange for what she had just done, but in another way closer and more connected to Rob. 

The following night Rob and Melissa skyped again at bedtime. "You know," said Rob, "I guess I'm not as young as I used to be. I'm still feeling so satisfied, and I think my cock is a little chaffed from last night, so could we skip the sex for tonight?"

"Sure," said Melissa. They discussed the events of each other's days, and finally it was time to say good night and go to sleep. "Could I ask a question?" Melissa asked sheepishly?

"Of course," said Rob.

"I was looking more in those magazines. That vibrator falls out of your ass unless it's held in. They have these inflatable butt vibrators that can be blown up once they're inside to keep them in there. Do they have any stores where you are that you could get one?"

"Yes," said Rob, thrilled by Melissa's interest and willingness to talk about toys she would like. "I'll see what I can find."

"What time do you think you'll get home tomorrow night?" She asked.

"Hopefully I'll be home by ten," said Rob. "I can't wait to see you."

"I can't wait to see you either," said Melissa, a little sheepishly. "I'm feeling ready for some romantic lovemaking. It's coming up on two weeks since we really did it," she said. 

"I can't wait either," said Rob sweetly, as they said good night and hung up.



The Drawer



The following week Rob was packing for an out-of-town business trip, and I handed him a pair of my shoes and the vibrator. "I didn't like that thirty dollar quickie ad I saw, so every night when you get in bed and every morning when you wake up in your hotel room I want you to have these with you. You call me, and I'll tell you what we would be doing if we were together. We'll have phone sex. While the vibrator fucks your pussy for me and you hold the shoes in your hand and rub them on your cock to release my sperm from my balls, maybe on the phone I can talk about sitting on your face, having you remove my tampon and lick me clean, or urinate in your mouth. And I'll be reminding you that when you cum I will require you to lick every drop from my shoes..."



The Drawing



During my first year in college I had become really close friends with Carl and Faith. Most nights we would be at Carl's apartment studying, talking and occasionally drinking ourselves silly. I had met Carl in my photography, as we were paired up by the professor on the first assignment. We both shared a love for motorcycles and that stood as the foundation for our friendship. I knew Faith in high school since she was friends with an ex-girlfriend and after that relationship ended, we continued to talk and became really close buddies. I introduced Carl to Faith and the three of us quickly became inseparable.

I would be lying if I said that Faith's looks had nothing to do with the reason why I continued to be friends with her after my break-up. Being a black guy, I fit right into the stereotype of liking a nice round butt and have actually turned away a sure fuck because of a flat ass. Faith is Vietnamese and not much about her was stereotypical.

Yes, she is short with long, straight black hair but if you saw her from the back you would think she was Brazilian. At just over five feet tall, Faith's ass almost seems impossible on her tiny frame. Her parents also own and restaurant and when she turned 18, daddy's girl begged for and received a pair of 34C's from the best plastic surgeon in the state. Faith's incredible body, uniquely beautiful face and slight accent made her the most exotic and lusted after girl at my high school.

The three of us were at Carl's getting tipsy one night when he asked if we would help him with a school project.

"I want to draw you two," Carl said. Carl is an amazing artist and was taking a figure drawing course.

"Cool, who are you gonna do first?" Faith asked.

"I want to draw you both, together."

"I'm down," I said, taking a heavy swig from my run and coke.

"Yea, let's do it," Faith added.

I looked at Carl and he gave me a 'You owe me big time' grin as he got up and headed towards his bedroom.

"We'll do it in here," he called out to us.

Faith and I grabbed our drinks and playfully raced into his bedroom. Carl was sitting at his small computer desk setting up a small easel.

"What now, van Gogh?" I asked.

Carl told me to sit on the bed, facing away from him. "Now take off your shirt," he instructed.

As I did, I saw Faith sneaking a peek at my toned chest and abs while she sipped her drink. Throughout high school I played basketball, football, ran track and lifted weights which were all paying off now.

"Okay Faith, I want you to sit in his lap and put your head on his shoulder."

She put her cup on the ground by his bed and jumped on me. I immediately started to tickle her sides and we wrestled momentarily while Carl started a playlist on his computer. We stopped when he started giving more instructions.

"Now wrap your left arm under his and grab his shoulder... Yea, that's perfect now both of you turned towards me just a little bit."

I had to pick Faith up since her entire weight was in my lap. I did so by placing my large hands on both her ass cheeks and moved into position.

"I can palm a basketball but your ass is too big even for these," I joked, holding my hands up. Carl burst out laughing and Faith glared at me. "Are you sure you that plastic Dr. Gordon didn't give you boobs AND a black girl's ass?"

"Har har, you're so funny," Faith said sarcastically, as she pinched one of my exposed nipples.

"Okay Faith, look at me and tilt your head... The other way... A little more... Wait, something isn't right."

"What wrong?" Faith asked.

"Your shirt... Can you take it off?" Carl asked.

"And bra?"

"Yea," Carl quickly answered.

There was a pause as Faith contemplated the request. In my head I had my fingers crossed and promised to give up a few bad habits if she agreed.

"Sure," Faith said. I did owe Carl big time.

She climbed off my lap and turned around and pulled her shirt off, her slender back arching with the two sexiest dimples now showing right above her ass. Then Faith reached back with both hands and unclasped her bra. She used one arm to cover herself and turned back around. Suddenly there was a completely different mood in Carl's bedroom. Her playful demeanor had been replaced by an electric, sexual energy that was radiating from every inch of Faith's body. I tried to act like it wasn't a big deal but in reality my heart was beating louder than the music.

She climbed back into my lap, keeping her arm in place until she was pressed firmly against my chest. Faith quickly pulled her arm from between us and I felt her erect nipples pressing against my warm skin.

I couldn't stop the reaction in my pants. I felt myself begin to get harder with each heartbeat and could only hope that Faith wouldn't notice.

"I'll let you know when you can move your arms but right now don't move," Carl said.

"Maybe you should tell your little friend that," Faith said quietly while shifting her hips slightly.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," I whispered with obvious embarrassment.

Carl began sketching and told us when it was okay to reach for our drinks as we all wanted to keep our buzz going. Whenever Faith reached for her drink, she moved enough for me to make out the tops of her nipples.

Carl finished in about 15 minutes and we both got up to stretch. Faith used one arm as a tube top and Carl spun the easel so we could see how it turned out.

"Oh my god, that's awesome!" Faith said excitedly.

Carl's work never ceases to amaze me and even though he was a little tipsy, the drawing was incredible. Faith was really impressed.

"Can we do another one?" she asked.

We ended up doing three more drawings, all in different positions. Each drawing was better than the last and Faith only grew more excited as she saw the results. Over the course of the drawing session, Carl had us gradually disrobe down to just underwear but not without the help of more rum and coke. I had on a pair of boxers and Faith was wearing a black g-string. She had no problem showing off her ass but was still using her arm to cover her tits. The sexual tension between us built as each new pose involved less clothing and more contact.

"Faith, back in his lap," Carl said.

He wanted Faith to lean back from me and drape her left arm off my shoulder. She listened to every command and for the first time, her breasts were exposed. I tried every trick in the book to stop from getting a hard-on but it was no use. My dick was now pressed firmly against Faith's ass, like the plank of wood on a see-saw. Two thin pieces of material were the only things stopping my cock from burying itself deep inside Faith's pussy.

"Now tilt your head onto your shoulder and let your hair hang down off your arm," Carl instructed.

Faith's right hand was not in view of the sketch and Carl told her she could leave it in her lap. Carl began to sketch and she moved her hand to my stomach. I was simply enjoying the view, from her legs to neck line until we locked eyes. It was an intense moment that I'll never forget.

There was a mutual recognition of the sexual tension that had been building up over the last two hours. I no longer cared if she could feel my erection and I could tell she was turned on by her hard nipples. Faith's hand slowly inched down my stomach until her fingers rested on the elastic of my boxers. I had to remember to breathe.

She used two fingers to trace the outline of my cock through my boxers. The trail ended at the sheer, black fabric covering her pussy and Faith massages my shaft a few times before she started to slowly rub herself. I could still here Carl behind me making swift strokes with his pencil. My body was blocking his view of the show I was getting.

Faith moved her panties to the side and exposed her trimmed bush and glistening pussy. She dipped one finger into her hole to get it wet and began to make small circles around her pleasure button. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as the motions her fingertips made began to affect her entire body.

"Do you guys need a break?" Carl asked.

"No, I think we're good," I answered. Faith gave me the sexiest smile as Carl continued to draw. 

She began to slowly move her hips and ass backwards in my lap. After shifting an inch or so my dick sprung up since it was no longer being held down. There was a visible wet spot on my boxers, directly at the tip of my cock which was now pointing at Faith's splayed pussy lips. Using her free hand, she reached into my boxers and freed my aching black meat, tip wet with cum.

Faith firmly gripped my shaft and started to stroke it from base to tip. She slowly moved her hips forward until she could use the head of my dick to massage her engorged clit. I was so turned on that every time she stroked me more cum would leak out, landing all over Faith's hot cunt.

Her pussy lips, clit and the head of my dick were frothy white and she started to gather it all at her wet entrance. Faith aimed my cock directly at her opening and began to move forward. I watched as all my gathered cum and fat cock head slowly disappeared inside her love box. She moved at an excruciatingly slow pace so Carl wouldn't realize we were having sex on his bed. It was like torture.

Faith got me about halfway in and started to rub herself again. I had to remain frozen, even though I wanted to bury myself into her tight pussy. I watched her facial expressions and could tell she was nearing a orgasm. The position did not let her work me all the way in but I flexed my cock hoping it would help push her over the edge.

Faith's entire body tensed up and I felt her tighten around my shaft. Small beads of sweat slowly trickled down between her breasts. We looked at each other as the silent ecstasy washed over her body. Carl continued to draw as I flexed my cock over and over. I knew it was helping her get off and I was hoping I would be able to cum from the added pressure.

Faith looked down and whispered to me, "Did you cum?" 

It sure as hell looked like I did. The few inches of my dick that weren't inside Faith were covered in creamy white precum. Girls had always been either turned on or freaked out by how much cum I was able to produce. Only one girl has ever been able to swallow my entire load without having to jack me off, like so many others had resorted too. I have always been proud of my loads. Usually five or six thick ropes able to fill pussies to the brim but I hadn't cum yet.

"No," I answered grinning.

We both jumped a little when Carl's phone rang. Carl stopped drawing and looked at his caller ID.

"Hello? What? Can you hear me? Hold on, let me go outside. Quick break guys, it's my mom."

Carl left the room quickly and we heard the front door to his apartment open and close. We could hear him talking since his bedroom window looked out onto his front balcony.

Faith didn't waste a second. She pushed me backwards and repositioned herself, taking the last couple inches of my dick into her pussy.

"You're big," she said.

"You're tight," I replied.

She smiled and placed both hands on my chest and started bouncing her ass up and down the entire length of my cock.

"You're gonna make me cum," I warned.

"I'm on the pill, I want you too," Faith said.

I grabbed Faith's ass and pulled her down on me, sinking my dick into her depths. She came again, moaning so loud I thought that Carl may have heard. Once again, I felt her pussy muscles contract around me and I could feel an epic orgasm building in my balls. As I am one or two strokes away we both hear the front door open and close.

"You guys need a refill?" Carl asked from the living room.

I sat up quickly, still deep in Faith, "No, we're good."

I was still so close to cumming and Faith could tell. She continued to grind her hips into me as we returned to our pose.

Carl walked in a moment later with another drink in hand.

"This one is almost done guys and my hand is starting to cramp so this is the last one," Carl said.

"Well, we better make it a good one," Faith said looking right at me.

She grabbed my shaft and stroked it into her cunt. It didn't take much and the pressure finally released inside me, shooting up through my dick and directly into Faith's pussy. She milked my throbbing cock since I couldn't move, depositing a huge load in her tiny Asian love tunnel.

"I can feel it," she whispered.

I was completely spent, feeling like she had drained me of a gallon of my seed. I began to soften and we both watched as my cock slipped out of her, leaving her pussy gaping open. Thick, white blobs of my baby batter started to ooze out of her well used fuck hole. She slowly began fingering it out and wiping it off on my boxers but there was so much that she gave up on getting it all out and covered herself with her panties.

Carl finished and we were able to get dressed without Carl noticing anything unusual. The last drawing, we all agreed, was the best one of the night.



The Drawing Session



I was doing the best I could to draw the lines of her shoulders and the proportion of her slender figure onto the sketchbook. The problem was that my excitement of seeing Diana partially clothed, was giving me a rigid hard-on and an unsteady hand.

"How's it going," she asks, looking demurely over her shoulder, her back to me

"Er, uh, fine. Can you turn a little bit more towards me?" 

She turns only a bit. 

We had been friends for almost three years, but had never had any kind of intimate relationship, other than a drunken kiss after a party, a few months earlier. It was enough to set a slow-burning, sexual fuse in motion

She had come over for a swim at the beach and dinner. The ocean had been invigorating, and dinner was pending. I had some sketch books laying around from an old figure drawing course in college. She was flipping through them as I was preparing food. 

"I want you- to draw me"

"Nude?" I ask hopefully. "Well. No. Well maybe SOME skin"

"Now?"

"Sure why not, I can wait to eat, let's have some of that Chardonnay"

She went into the bathroom, removed her bathing suit and came into the room, 

Wrapped in a beach towel. She turned on the bed, faced away from me and dropped the towel too her butt. I could barely see the full outline of her breasts from behind.

Now as she turned, I could see more of her breast, but not the nipple. Damn, this was killing me! She was lovely and her smile was thoroughly provoking. I worked diligently for about fifteen minutes, feeling the sexual tension in the air rise

"I want to look at the drawing" she got up with the towel wrapped at her waist and non-chalantly rubbed her breasts into my arm. I stole a look and she turned a way with a sexy giggle. My god she had lovely tits from what I could see.

"Maybe I should strike a different pose?" with that she let the towel drop to her feet. My jaw dropped and my dick rose. She was unbelievably proportioned. Her breasts were naturally full and had a nice upturn at the nipples.

The areola was pink, with perfect gumdrop nipples. She was tan and had a striking tanline just at the beginning of the division of her luscious heart shaped ass. She had a neatly trimmed bush that just revealed the slender inner lips of her small vulva. I thought I was going to pop.

"How about like this" and she spread out lengthwise on the bed her head resting on her hand.

" Too much like Manet's Olympia" I tried to sound knowingly sincere.

"Oh you probably want something a bit more ' gynecological'-MEN!"

"I just-" and then she sat up, leaned against the wall, brought her legs up to either side of her head and exposed her beautiful sex. I noticed that her lips were bright pink, and just a hint of glistening, I think she was enjoying the exhibitionism

"Great" I said softly, my mouth getting dry with excitement. And so I began to draw. I drew quickly and expertly, doing a general gesture of her body, but very quickly went to the fuzzy patch between her legs, It was obvious to her where my attention was and she moaned a little,

"I can feel your eyes, mmmm" Then she closed her eyes leaned her head against the wall, and began lightly touching the hair above her clit. "I hope this won't distract you"

"No" stammering a bit. As I drew, I was really watching her and not the sketchpad. She started to breathe heavier and gently slipped her index finger to her clit and let out a little sigh. She then began to rub in little circles, and I could see her, clenching her ass, and slight contractions of her ever growing lips. I really just wanted to dive in and start licking, but had not even kissed her, and was still unsure of her intentions. She was really beginning to swell and then opened her eyes very slightly to see if I was watching and then spread her lips to reveal a very wet vagina and the head of her clit, just peeking through its hood.

I dropped the pad and walked over to her, took her head in my hands and began to kiss her passionately. She continued to pleasure her slippery slit with one hand and grabbed my crotch with the other.

"Mmmmm. I showed you mine, now you show me yours" I backed off from the kiss and dropped my bathing suit, It felt incredible to have my engorged erection free of the confines of the suit. I could feel the air now circulate around my balls, and my dick stiffened.

"Oh-You have the more strategic kind" I was not sure what she meant (to this day still don't) and hoped she was not disappointed with seven inches.

I was kneeling now, cock level with her mouth. She grabbed me with both hands and began stroking me back and forth. She started kissing the head of my shaft and a bit of pre-cum oozed out. When she saw it, her mouth engulfed the head. 

"Oh that feels so good Diana, mmm, do you like it?" without taking her mouth away she just shook her head up and down, taking more of me in. I wanted to fuck her so bad, and did not want to spew into her mouth just yet. I pulled out and she came after it. I pulled back again and slid my mouth down to her lovely nipples. I sucked first on one and then the other. I reached for her twat and instantly had two fingers inside of her luscious, oh so hot and wet slot. I rolled her clit around with my thumb, she jumped a bit

"Be careful baby, I am really sensitive there. " I tried a little lighter and she jumped again. I had a thought. I jumped up and went across the room to my art supplies. "Hey- where- what are you doing, " she queried. I came back with my finest 1" flat red sable watercolor brush. I got down between her legs.

"Spread your lips again" and she did so dutifully I licked the brush to moisten it and then went to work "painting" her swollen clit. 

"OH!" she whimpered "Oh yes! That's soo good, don't stop"

At that point I could not stand it; I had to get my raging boner in her. I pulled her down flat on the bed.

"Spread your legs as wide as you can" and she did so without hesitation. I gently slid my purple, throbbing head over her clit and once again she tensed up

"No the brush, the brush" she begged. I was sitting up between her legs and was able to give her about 4 inches of my tensed member. Then I began to work her clit with the brush, while I rolled my cock side to side and in and out. She began to thrash her head back and forth

"O SHIT, YES! Mmm.Mmm YES!" I began whisking the fine hairs over her clit faster and faster, back and forth back and forth. Her lips were now almost purple with their swollen desire, She was creaming sweet liquid over my cock and keeping the brush well lubricated.

"OH. FUCK ME! FUCK ME FUCK ME! " she was screaming. I dropped the brush and sank my full strategic member into her to the hilt, I felt her contract and her back arch into my cock and I exploded a long stream of love juice in to her hungry wet hole.

We were a symphony of moans and grunts, squeals and screams. I lay on top her, we were both soaked in sweat and juices. She reached over to the sketchbook.

"Hey you did not finish the drawing," she said mischievously.

"Well at LEAST I finished you..."



The Drawn Bath



I had been working all afternoon on my novel, The Reaper’s Child when you came home from work. It was a work in progress, as in I worked on it whenever I could, which was like today, not knowing the next time I would have a free afternoon to sit and idle my time away in front of a blank computer screen. I had American Head Charge playing helping me drive my thought process.

“Lucy, I’m home!” you said impersonating Desi Arnaz greeting Lucille Ball, it was comical yet cute. Sometimes I would do the same to you when I came home. I told you I was on the computer. I heard you come into the living room after you took you’re your boots, jacket, scarf, hat, and gloves. You wrapped your arms around me squeezing me close with a hug to warm you up as it was winter and a brisk fifteen degrees out. 

“Here let me get up my little snowbear,” I said sympathetic to your needing to be warmed up. ‘Snowbear’ wasn’t really a pet name, it was what popped into my head at the time, once it was ‘Chilly Willy Penguin’ after the Woody Woodpecker character, another time it was ‘Ice Cream Pie’, another name was ‘Beauty-cicle’, whatever my imagination dreamt up really.

I took you in my arms wrapping them around you tightly and squeezing you with a bear hug until you squealed. I could feel your breasts pressing into me which was also another reason why I squeezed you so hard. I loved the feel of your chest against mine. After all, they are 38D’s.

“Is it a little cold out there, snowbear?” I asked noticing your nipples standing taut and erect through the fabric of your bra and shirt.

“A little,” you said, and then arched your back cracking it in the process. “I’m so achy.” And you stuck out your lower lip in a mock pout. I lean forward and kiss it away. 

“I tell you what. I’ll go and run you a nice hot bath with bubbles and you can just soak and relax. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds so nice,” you say drawing out the last words, and you groan at the thought of submerging yourself in the hot waters as if you could feel it already. All too soon you would be. “I’ll get undressed.”

“You do that,” I say smiling then leave you to undress as I go to the bathroom and start the hot water running. I come back into the living room in time to look through the bedroom door at you undressing. It was at that very instance that you were pulling down your panties facing away from me. I saw your pussy and ass open up as you bent all the way down to tug them off of one foot then the other. “Yummy!” I call out in a good Ace Ventura impersonation.

“Oh you!” you scold closing the door partially, but I can still see the lovely locks of your shoulder length blonde hair, the round fullness of your chest at your sides. You don a robe loosely and walk out of the bedroom. By this time I have returned to the bathroom to add bubblebath to the steaming water. I also test the water with my hand to make sure that it’s not too hot, wouldn’t want to burn that delicious body of yours. I turn in time to see you come into the bathroom the robe open enough so that I can the bareness of your hairless crotch as you hold the robe closed at you ample bosom.

“How’s the water?” you ask coming up next to me and placing a hand at my side.

“It’s hot,” I pause, “and the water’s hot too!” you laugh at my innuendo. “Here, let me help you with that pesky robe.” I say drawing it off your slender shoulders and admiring your smooth freckled skin.

“Why thank you, sir,” you say smiling. I hang the robe behind the door and you slowly creep into the very hot bubbly bathwater, lowering yourself inch by precious inch into the soothing waters. And soon you are lost in their embrace, your eyes close and a sigh escapes your tender lips. I watch you soaking up your body with my eyes as you soak up the warmth from the water. I see how your enormous breasts float among the bubbles, the dark cookie areola topped with nipples still stiff from the cold. But soon they would soften, unless a mouth was to wrap its wet lips around them, sucking and biting and nibbling them hard again. I wet my lips in anticipation of being that mouth, but perhaps later. For now I leave you to bask and relax.

Back at the computer American Head Charge still plays on repeat, the disk starting over at this time. I sit and stare at the computer screen wondering what the fuck I’m going to write about next but my mind keeps flashing back to you; your large breasts pressing against me as I gave you a bear hug, your pussy and ass open as you pulled your panties down, your hairless puss as you walked into the bathroom your beautiful chest filling out the robe before you, your freckled skin as I slid the robe off your shoulders, your sighs and oh’s and ah’s as you dipped yourself slowly into the scolding waters, your taut nipples on your lovely breasts. I brought all of these images back with perfect stimulating clarity and the erection to prove it!

The song “Just So You Know” came on and I thought of how beautiful you are, and how lucky I am. My erection leading the way I walk into the bathroom and to your beautiful submerged body. I kneel down next to the edge of the tub and you open up your dreamy eyes and smile at me, the smile I return is genuinely compassionate.

“This is exactly what I needed Don. Thank you.” You say in a slow almost stoned voice. Not that we hadn’t been in the presence of marijuana before and have seen its effects on others, we just never took any hits ourselves.

“You’re welcome, snowbear,” I say still going with the pet name I made up when you came home. You close your eyes and sink into the tub’s waters and the concealment of the bubbles. I watch you in fascination, your sweet lips, the freckles on your cheeks, the soft lashes of your closed eyes that now open curiously inspecting my face.

“Why are looking at me like that?” she asks raising a hand to flick some bubbles at me.

“Because I like to,” I say smiling and you return my smile. I reach down from the edge of the tub and dip my hand into the water and cover your breast with it, massaging the soft globe. 

“What’re you doing?” you ask coyly, your lips pursed together.

“Nothing,” I say and continue kneading the flesh of your tit in my pliable hand. I know that this turns you on, having your breast played with, and that is why I’m doing it, also because I’m horny and I want you to be horny as well and this is the best way to go about it.

“You know what you’re doing.” You state flatly, which is completely contradictory to your enormous chest.

“Yes.”

“Then keep doing it.” You say smiling and closing your eyes once more, to enjoy the relaxing waters and my touching of your beautiful full chest. I reach my other hand into the warm waters and around your other unattended breast and begin to massage it as well. My hard on stretches the fabric of my lounge pants and is pressed into the side of the tub as I lean over in my administrations to your ample bosom.

“Laura, part your legs,” I ask softly. Your eyes are still closed as you part your firm thighs. I once joked with a friend on how you could crush bowling balls between your thighs. “But I prefer if it’s just my head,” I told him. I release one of your breasts and swim my hand down over your belly and you giggle as it tickles ever so slightly. You sigh heavily (or is it heavenly?) as my searching hand finds purchase on your naked pussy. You hum with approval.

I begin massaging the labia in slow delicate circles, my other hand still squeezing and releasing your breast, thumbing the now erect nipple. I slip between the soft folds and run a finger up and down the water wet slit several times until I finally focus on your swollen clitoris, rubbing over it as roughly as the smooth waters will allow. Your breathing becomes more labored and heavy. One of your hands rises to the unattended breast and begins to massage it, pinching and tugging the nipple, the simple pain giving a sweet pleasure. 

I dip my fingers away from your swollen clit and slide them into your pussy, one at first, then two, pushing them inside you, masturbating you. I shove my fingers inside you and find your g-spot, pressing on it and circling my fingertips over it. You undulate your hips, and I fuck you with my fingers. I take my other hand away from your breast and place the fingers wiped free of the bubbles into your mouth and you suck hungrily on them. Your other hand comes to the breast I vacated and begins to massage and tease the tit and nipple. 

I pull my fingers out of your sweet pussy and rub your clit vigorously bringing you to a climax I feel is near. I take my fingers away from your mouth as you cum and arch forward squeezing your tits together, calling out quietly to God several times. You lay back in the bubbly water in an even more relaxed state of bliss than before you came. 

“That was nice,” you coo softly with your eyes closed.

“I’m not done,” I say nonchalantly. I glide my hand down past your pussy and touch your asshole.

“Oh, you’re a naughty boy today, aren’t you?” You tell me, your eyes open and eager.

“Naughty is as naughty does,” I say impersonating Forrest Gump.

“Shut up and finger my ass, Don,” you command.

“As you wish,” I say impersonating yet another movie line, this one from The Princess Bride.

I draw circles around your tight anus before pressing diligently with my finger against the muscle, it gives slowly as you relax yourself, and my finger is soon knuckle deep in your bowels. I begin fucking your ass with my finger, pushing in a little deeper with every thrust. One of your hands leaves your beautiful tits and travels down to visit your pussy and you run a finger over your slit as I had done before concentrating on that sweet swollen little clit of yours. 

I tilt my finger to the side and press a second digit into the orifice and your hungry ass eats it up. Your rectum loosened up and you breathed deeply at being filled in that most taboo of areas. Your expert fingers tease and stimulate your clit and I can feel your ass begin to clench and squeeze my fingers with another impending orgasm. I look into your face, and how you’re biting your lower lip, and how your nostrils flare with every heavy breath; your eyes are closed relishing every touch. I bring a third finger into your ass and fill you. The water splashes around you as our motions become more vigorous. I can feel you tense with another orgasm.

“Oh, Don, I have to pee!” You cry out in slight embarrassment.

“Are you going to cum and pee at the same time?” I ask.

“I think ... I think so,” you stammer.

“Go ahead and enjoy yourself, you can wash off again before you get out.” I say smiling softly into your eyes. You blush slightly and bite your lower lip again before closing your eyes. 

Soon I feel your hot pee against the palm of my hand then you are crying out in a powerful climax. My three fingers are still pumping your sweet ass and one of your hands is still fidgeting your clit while the other is pinching your nipple red with pleasure and pain. I tell you to cum on my hand and you grip my wrist and press my palm against your pussy lips rubbing it in circles on the labia. I look into your lusty face and see true animal passion there. Your body does a tummy crunch as the final throes of orgasm pass through you. Then you slide back into the tub, my three fingers not moving inside your ass.

“That was so nice,” you say drawing out the words with your eyes closed. When you next open them it is to the sight of my engorged penis sticking out over the side of the tub as I kneel. “Does Donny need a little attention too?” you ask childishly.

“Yes please,” I say. 

Then your hand comes up and strokes me for a little bit. You adjust yourself in the tub to lean on your arm and bring your lovely mouth to my cock and take it in your hungry mouth.

“Oh, Laura, you’re a lovely little cocksucker,” I say.

“Why thank you,” you say taking my cock out of your mouth momentarily. You slide your hand from the hilt of my cock down to my perineum and stroke it with your finger. I love this, and you know what I love even more drawing that finger to my own anus and teasing it, making my climax grow near.

Before I can cum in your mouth I tell you that you should wash off and we can go into the bedroom. You reluctantly take my cock out of your mouth, and then smile agreeing with the proposition. You open the drain and the water begins to flow down. I leave you to wash up, which you do quickly. When you come out of the bath I help to dry you off, rubbing the terrycloth towels over your beautiful body. Then I lead you to the bedroom. I give you the right of way and you turn around to sit on the bed.

“Lay back, please,” I ask gently and you lay your supple body upon the bedding. I kneel down at the edge of the bed and nudge your legs apart, opening your sweet, sweet pussy to me. I kiss your foot taking each toe in turn and suckling it in my mouth. I lift your other foot to my mouth and I do the same. I kiss one calf and place it over my shoulder. I kiss the other and do the same. I lean in to your sweet, sweet pussy and pause to enjoy its perfection, and how men all over the world in general fall over themselves just to taste it, to penetrate it, to consume it and be consumed by it. And I envy your power over me, but I submit.

My tongue licks on your outer lips, wetting them and whetting my sexual hunger as well as yours. I bring up my fingers and I daintily spread your wet outer lips and open the soft pink insides. I lap at your pussy from hole to clit continuously. Then I solely concentrate on that hard sweet clit. I can make out your labored breathing. I glance up to see you trapping your sensitive nipples tightly between thumb and forefinger adding to your pleasure. I devour you until the first of your orgasms in the bedroom leak your sweet cum onto my tongue and into my mouth.

I release your delicate fold of labia and push your thighs up off of my shoulders and towards your impressive chest. Up higher until your ass is lifted off of the bed and exposed to my hungry eyes. You know how much I love to eat your asshole, sometimes that’s all I do to you in an afternoon session such as this; lick at your tasty asshole. That taboo area. You grab your legs at the back of your knees in anticipation of what is to come and cum and I do not disappoint. I grab the globes of your butt and dive my hungry tongue into your ass, poking it, licking it, nibbling it, softly biting it, stuffing my tongue as far up your rectum as it will go, tasting you inside and out. I snake a hand around and rub your hard, wet clit while I devour your ass. I want you to cum while I eat your ass, and very soon you do, tensing as the orgasm rips through you, your pussy leaking more of its wonderful juices, and I lap them up and swallow them, tasting the sweet stickiness. 

I stand up and bid you to sit up as well, and my hard and rigid cock sticks out from me and towards your face and ultimately your own hungry mouth. You take me inside your mouth a free hand coming up to cup and massage my balls. You nurse on me drawing out my orgasm, drawing out my cum, wanting to taste me in your mouth, in your belly, so warm and inviting. I touch the side of your face running my hand across your cheek and you look up lovingly into my eyes. You love the feel of my cock in your mouth, the taste, the texture. It is your vice and I let you indulge in it fully and freely. Shortly I cum and you swallow feeling its heat as it slides down your throat into your belly. I pull out of your expert mouth and you lick me clean.

My first orgasm taken care of, I am now more suited to last longer and have more stamina to thoroughly make sure you are pleasured and satisfied.

You lay back parting your legs appealingly, your beautiful chest swaying with the motions as you make yourself comfortable. I climb between your thighs and guide myself inside you effortlessly, so warm and soft and beautiful. I place my hands at your sides and begin pushing in and out of you; you hold onto my arms and stare into my face as I fuck you slowly. 

“Give me your breast,” I asked hushed, and you comply feeding me your tit. I take the sensitive nipple into my mouth and nibble it, suckle it, bite it, lick it, and blow on it watching it stiffen even harder if it were possible. I ask for the other and you give it to me in turn and I do the same; nibble it, suckle it, bite it, lick it, and blow on it to watch it stiffen even harder than it had been before.

You match my thrusting, tilting your hips in synch with mine. I cut inside your velvet insides, pushing myself as deep as I can go, trying not to hit your cervix but doing so anyway. I lean down and kiss your neck and you tilt your head offering it to me as if I were a vampire. I ask if you are cumming, and you bite your lower lip and nod feverishly before voicing a quiet ‘yes’. I ask when you would like to change positions.

“In a bit, I ... I think I have a nice one coming,” you talk softly of your impending orgasm. Shortly I can feel you tense and curl up in a crunch gripping my arms tightly and squeezing my cock with your pussy in a very powerful orgasm almost pushing my member out of you completely. 

“Wow, a big one, huh?” I say more as a statement than a question. You nod vigorously again and voice a soft yes. “Would you like to switch now?” 

“Sure.”

“From behind or on top,” I ask.

“From behind of course!” you cry out to me as if I should’ve known, and really, I should have. You roll over and get up on your hands and knees, wriggling to the edge of the bed where I am standing erect. Your pendulous 38D’s sway beneath you and I admire them for a brief moment. I kneel behind you, your pussy and ass opened to me like before when you were removing your panties, and now I can taste of you again, and the juices from your orgasm. I lick at your hairless puss, the lips sensitive and swollen. I dip down and flick my tongue over your sweet little clit, also sensitive and swollen. You moan and tilt your hips exposing your aching pussy to my mouth. I draw my tongue along your slit over the skin between your pussy and ass settling on your pink little star. I tongue it again. This is my heaven. This is my euphoria. I could eat your tasty ass all day and after a drink or two, into the night as well. But you ache to be filled.

“Don, please fuck me!” you cry out.

“Why?” I tease you.

“Because I love your cock inside me,” You coo. I hesitate and you continue. “You can eat my ass out later if you like, okay. But just fuck the shit out of me right now, okay?” 

I’m persuaded. “I would likey very much so,” I say as I relinquish your ass for the time being to stand up and guide my cock into your soft velvet insides. I melt inside of you with every thrust. You gasp and grunt with every deep penetration. I rake my fingernails across your back leaving red marks. I grab your swaying breasts and kneed them in my hands, and the soft flesh feels so very nice. I pinch and pull the nipples while I slowly fuck you. You moan and bite into the pillow as you cum and cum and cum all over my cock. I push down on your freckled shoulders forcing you lower into the bed, thrusting deep into you, hitting your cervix and making your cry out. 

“Lie down,” I speak softly to you in urging. With me still sweetly deep inside you, you slide your body forward and I gently follow until you are lying on your stomach and I am lying on your freckled back. “Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yes,” and you nod your head in anxious approval.

I brace my hands on your back lifting myself up; bringing my knees up as well. I begin to push inside your wet, pink insides. “Tell me,” I beg of you.

“Fuck me,” you moan out. I ask you if you are cumming, and you nod and moan out another yes. I ask you to tell me again. “Fuck me,” you say, “Oh, fuck me. Please fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Over and over like a skipping record, every phrase punctuated with a deep and easy thrust.




The Drawn Bath



“Did you want me to cum in your pussy?” I ask. You are on the pill so we have little to worry about you becoming pregnant. “Yes, I want you to cum in my pussy!” You call out as you have another strong orgasm that I feel squeezing and milking me. “Cum in my pussy, Don. Please cum in my pussy. I want to feel you cumming in my pussy,” Becomes your litany. “Do you love fucking my pussy, Don?” you ask.

“Yes,” I reply with heated breath, I lean down to kiss your freckled back, “I love fucking your beautiful pussy.

“Are you going to cum in my beautiful pussy, Don?” you ask, your own breath labored. 

“Yes!” I cry out on the edge of my own oncoming orgasm. I feed you my fingers and you suck on them hungrily, greedily. “Yes! I’m cumming in your sweet, sweet pussy, Laura! I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” I repeat with every convulsion as my sperm is shot deep into your vagina. I collapse sweaty onto your back, panting near your ear. You are still licking my fingers and I pull them from your warm mouth. 

“Are you satisfied?” I ask with bated breath. 

“Yes,” you purr.

“Good,” I wheeze. I pull out of your moist insides, my penis shrinking. I grab your ass cheeks and spread them, opening your secrets to my eager gaze.

“Oh, that’s right, you wanted to eat out my ass. Go ahead ass-lover!” you say smiling, loving me eating out your ass almost if not as much as I love doing it. 

“And I will!” I say triumphantly. I bow my head and begin tasting the wrinkle of flesh. Pungent sweat is on my tongue. I dip lower and eat some of my cum out of your pussy to which you make a pleasant noise. I push my tongue deep into your cum filled puss and lap out my cum commingled with your cum. Your legs spread invitingly. I drag some cum with my mouth to your anus and push it into your ass with my pointed tongue. I love it. I spear your ass with my tongue and taste that pungent pink. I pull back and glide my mouth over a globe of your ass and bite softly. I travel to the other globe and bite it gently as well. I dive down between your parted thighs and tilt my head to bite gently on your swollen labia, before licking more on your beautiful and tasty pussy, then going up to your tasty pink asshole. I go back and forth between your pussy and ass tasting each for a time before returning to the other and back again. I can tell this eating is making you cum little earthquakes by the taste of your leaking pussy. But I ask you anyway.

“Are you getting horny for round two?” I ask.

“I don’t know if I can handle round two.” You say emphatically.

“I wouldn’t go into your puss,” I say disarmingly. “I’d go here,” and a place my index finger at the entrance to your ass and press the digit inside where your ass hungrily eats it up and you moan with acceptance and pleasure. 

“Is the baby oil handy?” you coo as I work the digit in and out of your pink asshole. It is and I get off the bed to retrieve it from the dresser. I lean down to kiss your star before I pour the oil over your anus. You giggle as it trickles down your ass crack. I close the bottle. I press the same index finger into your clean ass from your earlier bath and quick shower. After several motions sliding it in and out I add my middle finger, stretching your sweet, pink asshole. I soon add my ringless ring finger inside you and you are gasping and moaning at the pleasurable intrusion. 

“Are you ready?” I ask. You nod and say that you are. I climb back over your body as you still lie on your stomach. “Spread your cheeks.” I say and you do. I push the head of my cock carefully into your rectum. You sigh heavily as you relax those tight muscles. I slide my oily dick deep into your bowels and you grunt at the penetration when my pelvis rests against your soft ass. “Are you ready?” I ask again. 

“Oh God, Don, just shut up and fuck my ass!” you yell at me. And I do not disappoint. Slowly at first I saw in and out of your tight, pink asshole. Then I begin thrusting faster, you softly grunt with every deep penetration. You snake a hand beneath you and find your swollen clitoris and begin massaging it. I lean forward and kiss your freckled shoulder and notice from the tilt of your head that you are biting the pillow and I smile. I fuck your ass for as long as I can, enjoying the muscle squeezing my organ. I look down at our merging and watch as I oily slide in and out of your pink asshole.

“Tell me,” I beckon.

“Fuck my tight ass, Don!” you release the bite on the pillow to cry at me.

“This beautiful fucking ass?” I say and to emphasize I thrust vigorously into said beautiful ass.

“Yes! Fuck it! I’m gonna cum! Fuck me, fuck me!” you shout then bite down hard on the pillow as a powerful orgasm rips through your body. I don’t hesitate, I fuck you with wild abandon. Sweat beads on my body as I push in and out of your nice, round ass. I see you pull your hand from between your legs and place the gooey fingers into your mouth to be licked clean, and this act of debauchery pushed me over the edge.

“I’m cumming in your sweet, sweet ass, Laura!” I cry into her ear. Rope after rope of thick cum sluices into your bowels and you tell me how hot my cum feels deep inside of you. I pull out my withering cock and lean down to kiss your freckled shoulder before I eat my cum out of your ass. 

Your distended asshole winks closed as I kneel behind you once more to taste your ass. “Oh Don,” you softly coo as my tongue begins eating my cum from your ass. I lick all over and around your beautiful asshole, dipping low to get some of the tasty cum from your pussy into my hungry mouth. I eat you like that for a long time, losing myself in your sex.

Tongue tired I withdraw from your pleasant ass and lie next to your relaxed figure. You turn to me and I lean forward to give you a kiss, and you taste my cum and your cum, and the pungent flavor of your ass on my lips and tongue. 

“Shall we nap my little snowbear?” I ask. You hum an agreement. You turn to the side and we spoon in the wintry afternoon in post orgasmic glow and sleep for a short while.

*This story was inspired by a fellow Literotica member who made an impression upon me first with her stories then with her picture in her profile. If you know or figure out who you are, please don’t take offense, this is all in my imagination.*