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Valerie Ch. 1

By: talewriterok



I met her one night at a local bar. She sat all alone at a table in the darkest corner of the room. She was looking down at her drink and stirring it with her index finger. She looked lonely and bored.

She didn't notice me as I sat down at an adjacent table.

I supposed she must be waiting for someone since there was no reason a woman who looked as good as she did would be alone unless she wanted to be. I sat down at the table next to hers and watched her absently stirring her drink. She wore a short little black leather skirt that hugged her shapely thighs, medium height black heels, a bright green shiny knit short sleeved top that buttoned up the front. In this case there were few buttons actually buttoned. Her breasts pressed out against the material and I couldn't tell if there was a bra under the top or not. Her hair was dark brown with flecks of gold and hung in waves below her shoulders. She had long slender fingers and thin, yet obviously strong, arms. Her legs were muscular without being masculine and she kept them scrupulously crossed the whole time I had been looking at her. 

She looked up from her drink at someone coming in the door. I could see her face showed character. It wasn't the blank empty face of the catalog models, but the face of a woman who was real. There were a few minor imperfections, a small scar on her chin and her nose was a little larger than the arbitrary ideal. It was a beautiful face but the most outstanding features were her large dark eyes. I couldn't tell the color in the dim light. Her cheekbones were high and prominent and she had full soft lips. 

She was obviously getting tired as she stopped stirring her drink, closed her eyes, and reached above her head to stretch. This forced her breasts to strain against the material of her blouse and I could tell she did have a bra on, but it was very thin. In that position, her nipples stood out like beacons.

I had been watching her for about ten minutes when she started her lengthy stretch. When she finished it, she put her arms down and opened her eyes. At that moment we made eye contact for the first time. She immediately looked away. 

Very interesting, I thought. 

I continued to look at her. Several times she started to steal a glance my way, but stopped at the last second. Finally, her head tilted in my direction and our eyes met again. I locked my gaze onto her eyes, determined not to let her look away again. The moment seemed to last an hour. She attempted a bright smile, but couldn't quite pull it off. Her lips quivered slightly and the corners of her mouth turned up, but it was obviously strained. I maintained eye contact with her and saw that she was trying to turn her head away, but just couldn't make herself do it. As she struggled to turn her head, I said "Don't."

"Don't what," she said.

"Don't turn away. Are you frightened?"

"What's to be frightened of?"

"Me."

"Are you dangerous?"

"I'll ask the questions," I told her. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"No."

"I think you are. I think you're waiting for me."

"That's not very clever. Why would I be waiting for someone I don't know?"

"I think you've been waiting for me, or someone like me, for a long time."

"I still don't know what you mean."

"Yes you do. You have fantasized about someone who would take responsibility for you and to whom you could surrender."

Her eyes grew wider and she gasped as if she'd had the wind knocked out of her.

"You want someone who will take control and make you free from your own inhibitions."

Again, the wide-eyed stare as if she saw something from another world.

"How can you know about my thoughts? I've never told anyone."

"You told me. You said it in the way you looked at me and in the way you tried not to look at me."

"Oh…."

"Come here and sit next to me," I said, thinking we'll see now if she's ready.

She stood up and walked straight over to the chair next to me, which I pulled closer so she would have to be touching me if she sat down.

She sat down hesitantly and our legs touched almost from knee to hip.

"Tell me your name," I said firmly.

"Valerie Swanson," she replied with trembling in her voice. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you, Valerie. I want all of you. I want you to give yourself to me. You've already started to. You did that when you sat down here. It's what you want isn't it?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes, sir," she said.

I put my arm around the back of her chair and reached over her right shoulder, letting my hand hang down in front of her chest. She offered no resistance. I let my hand settle with my fingertips just barely touching her right nipple through her clothes. She shivered. 

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"No, sir"

I began to circle her nipple with my index finger and felt it harden and thrust itself against the restraining fabric of her bra and blouse, all the while continuing to look into her eyes. She hardly blinked. She looked frightened and yet the excitement was apparent. Her nipple was as hard as a pebble.

I took my other hand and inserted it between her legs forcing her legs apart, which caused her to uncross them. I pushed my hand under her skirt until I reached her, now soaked, panties.

"Your panties are a mess," I told her.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry sir"

"Take them off and give them to me."

She immediately rose to her feet.

"Where do you think you're going?" I said sharply.

"To the ladies room to do as you said."

"I never said to go to the ladies room."

"But, you wanted me to remove my panties for you."

"Yes, and you will."

Understanding flashed across her face. She understood now. Fear followed the understanding. She looked as if she wanted to bolt and run, but she sat back down.

"Do it now," I told her.

She pulled her skirt up as high as she thought she could without baring her all to the rest of the bar. She reached up under her skirt first with her right hand, and pulled the waistband of the panties off her left hip, and then the mirror image action with her left hand. Then she raised up slightly in her seat and pulled to get the panties down below her bottom. She pulled them down and gingerly lifted first her left and then her right leg out of the panties. Then she tried to hand them to me under the table. I refused to take them and she looked at me with knitted brow. She was supremely puzzled. She was trying to do as I said, but I wasn't accepting them. What was wrong?

I held out my hand above the table and said, "Give them to me."

Her face turned the brightest crimson and she slowly raised the panties from under the table and placed them in my hand. They were soft and black with lace panels above the crotch on either side of the center.

I took them from her, feeling the moisture that had drenched them. I snapped them in the air like a small whip and held them to my nose, breathing deeply of her intoxicating scent. She looked wildly about the bar to see if anyone was looking. Several patrons had noticed the scene evolving in the corner and were watching with keen interest.

I took her by the hand and, dangling the panties in my other hand, walked toward the door. As we passed the table of one of the men who had been watching her remove her panties, I dropped them on the table in front of him saying, "These are for you." Then we left the bar.

I took her to my car and we drove to my house in silence. Several times she seemed to want to say something, but thought better of it and just sat quietly.

When we entered my house, I told her to sit down. Valerie sat on the edge of the couch with her knees together and her back as straight as if she had a board inside her top.

"Are you ready to learn about all those things you've only fantasized about until now?" I asked her.

"I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen. What are you going to do?" she asked.

"That's one of the things you will learn about. The unknown can be both terrifying and exciting. Are you willing to trust me? If not, I'll take you back where I found you." I said.

"Yes, I want to trust you," she said. "You won't hurt me will you?" she pleaded.

"Only as much as is necessary," I said. 

I could see the fear building inside her. Her eyes gave her away. They spoke of her fear and yet her excitement. I reached over to run my hand between her legs again and feel her cunt. It was soaking wet. Her skirt was wet and I was sure it was seeping through onto my couch.

"You are free to leave whenever you want. I won't ask more of you than you can give. Anytime you want to stop what we are doing, you must say the word ORANGE. Whatever we are doing will stop immediately. Do you understand?" I said.

"Yes," she replied meekly.

"Yes, Sir." 

"Yes, Sir," she responded immediately.

"You know your dripping cunt is staining my couch, don't you?"

"Oh, my. I'm sorry, I didn't realize," she said, her face turning bright red.

"When you address me you will call me Sir. Failure to do so will result in punishment. Is that clear?" 

"Yes, Sir."

"Staining my couch is very rude, don't you think?" 

"Yes Sir."

"Rudeness should be punished." I said.

"Yes Sir," she responded.

"You will come here to me and pull your skirt off, now." I commanded.

She came to me immediately while unfastening her skirt and pulled it off carefully, lifting each leg out of the waistband. 

"Now bend over my knees and spread your legs wide," I said. 

She did as she was told and I was presented with a beautiful sight. Her ass was firm and heart shaped. Smooth skin which met in the center in that delightful cleft which I had to pry apart to see that most secret of places. It was tiny, puckered and just a couple of shades darker than the surrounding skin. There would be much enjoyment found there. She lay over my knees with her ass in the air and her hands on the floor. I raised my right hand high in the air above her ass and told her that she was about to receive her punishment for staining the couch. 

"Yes sir," was her only reply.

I struck her right cheek smartly and she gasped. I slowly raised my hand again and struck the left cheek with the same amount of force. Now there were two identical handprints in a lovely shade of red on that gorgeous ass. She sucked in a mighty breath again. I could feel her leg muscles tighten up as she braced herself for more. I didn't disappoint her. I began a rhythm that was neither slow nor fast, just steady. Each blow caused a little ripple to flow across her ass. Even though her ass was firm, it still had that thin layer of fat that made it soft and oh so spankable. After every few strokes on her ass, I would strike almost horizontally to the underside of her ass cheeks, which also struck her cunt in between them. She began to make little animal noises with each blow. No words, just grunts and gasps. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and she started to plead. She begged me to stop and promised never to do such a thing again. Her ass was a bright red and I could tell there would be some bruises on it for a few days. Even in her pleading, she remembered to address me as Sir.

She began to squirm on my legs and I discovered she had set up her own rhythm. She was rubbing her cunt against my pant leg. I stopped spanking her and her ass continued to move in small circles as she tried to rub enough to get herself off. I reached beneath her ass and felt her cunt. I found the juices literally running out of it. She was more excited than any woman I had ever had. She tried to impale herself on my hand and begged me to "make love to her." I told her that was too nice an expression for such a slut to use when she asked to be fucked. 

Then she said "Please fuck me, Sir. I need to be fucked now. I need to feel your cock in me. Please?"

I told her I would fuck her when I was ready and not before. 

She replied, "Yes, Sir."

Then I reached under her ass and began to fondle the outer folds of her cunt. Her breathing quickened and she began to squirm. I put one finger in and twirled it around inside her cunt. It was sloppy with juices. I inserted a second finger and started stroking them in and out of her cunt. Very slowly I would pull my fingers almost out and then push them back in. When they were on the outstroke I would sometimes hold them there, just barely touching her cunt. When I did that, she pushed back with her hips trying to get them inside her again. Gradually, I increased the speed of the strokes along with the force. Soon, I was ramming my fingers into her cunt as hard and fast as I could. Her juices were running out of her cunt and making my trouser leg wet. I felt her cunt start to spasm as it began to clutch and grasp at my fingers. Her orgasm began with a scream and then she alternated between begging me to stop and then to continue. I kept it up until her cunt stopped its spasms. She was exhausted, but said "Oh thank you, Sir. I've never felt like this before."

"What are you thanking me for?" I asked.

"For my wonderful orgasm, Sir," she answered.

"I think you should be thanking me for more than that," I said.

She looked over her shoulder at me with a puzzled expression on her face. Then I could see the recognition in her eyes as she understood. 

She said, "Yes Sir, thank you for my spanking and teaching me to be a good little slut for you."

Oh yes, this one is special, I thought. 

I stood up and she fell off my knees to the floor landing on her back. I took hold of her hands and lifted her to her knees in front of me. 

"Now you will suck my cock," I said.

She immediately reached for my zipper and pulled it down. She started to unbuckle my belt, but I stopped her and told her to just suck my cock through the fly. She reached in and pulled it out through the opening. She started to just gently lick the head, but I grabbed her head and rammed it in as far as it would go. I could feel it hit the back of her throat and was very satisfied when she gagged and began to pull away. I held her head in position and told her to fight the gag reflex and that she had better not take my cock from her mouth. She grunted and started breathing around my cock. I then told her to use her tongue to swirl around the head while she held it in her mouth. She did and it felt great. She was a good student. 

After just a little while, I began to fuck her mouth in earnest. I drove my cock into her face as if it were her cunt. I could feel her nose hitting my pelvic bone on every thrust. She was sputtering and saliva was running out of her mouth as I fucked it. I told her to fondle my balls. She reached up and cradled them in one hand and began to roll them around like big marbles in the palm of her hand while I continued to fuck her mouth. I told her what a slut she was for doing these nasty things. She only grunted something in response that I couldn't understand. 

I felt my orgasm building deep inside and decided to come in her mouth. It would be interesting to see how she handled that. As I rammed my cock in her mouth, I grabbed two handfuls of her beautiful hair and started shooting my semen into her mouth. I held her head on my cock so she couldn't pull away and she started to gag again. I told her not to let any of it spill out of her mouth and to swallow it all.

She had a hard time, but she did succeed in swallowing everything I gave her. After I stopped coming, she started sucking and licking my cock again as if she were trying to get the last drops off of it. When I pulled her head away from my crotch, her lips made a popping/slurping sound as they parted company with my cock. She was an amazing cocksucker and I told her so.

She replied, "Thank you Sir for telling me that and for letting me suck your cock."

"You're welcome, my little slut. You know where you belong now, don't you Valerie?" I said.

"Yes Sir. I belong wherever you want me to be. I belong to you," she said.

Yes, she is very special indeed, I thought. 

"Valerie, let's go to the bedroom. You're staying here tonight," I said.

"Yes, Sir," she answered.

I had her remove the rest of her clothing and lie down on the bed. I attached an ankle cuff to her right leg and to a rope that was attached to the footboard. She never questioned it. She merely looked at me and smiled. I got into bed with her after removing my clothes and shut off the lights. I drifted off to sleep while fondling her small, perfect breasts.

To Be Continued...

Valerie Ch. 1



To the reader: what you are about to read are the ramblings of an "older" man who is currently spending a good bit of his time adjusting to the realization that the number of years in which he will continue to be sexually active is decreasing rapidly. As he reaches his 64th birthday this summer, he understands that not only will his physical capabilities begin to suffer, but the actual availability of willing partners will also begin to wane. His marital situation - 40+ years wed - has done nothing to satisfy his desires, as his wife is one who was brought up in her early years to believe that sexual relations were a bare necessity and nothing else. They are necessary for "wifely duties" during the first few years of a marriage and they are necessary for "reproduction purposes" during the period of time when it is convenient to produce a family. But, in her way of thinking, there is simply no other reason to engage in any sort of physical relationship after a family is produced. 

Nothing that this older man could do or say within the past 26 years has had any impact on her mind-set. He has, therefore, sought physical comfort and solace outside of the marriage. He has enjoyed several long-term relationships over the 26 years since his youngest child was born; and has, on infrequent occasions, taken a chance on "one-night-stand" involvements. Just recently, he has come to the realization that he may face the next 20-30 years (his health is perfect) without any sort of physical involvement with the opposite sex. This has caused him much mental anguish because he realizes that even though his physical needs will diminish with time and age, his mental and emotional requirements will not. There have been moments of panic in the past few months, but he has now begun a campaign of getting "as much as he can, as often as he can, as long as he can" in the hopes that his recent memories will serve him well when he reaches the point that females will not consider a physical relationship with him. 

Here follows the first in a series of events that have taken place within the bounds of that campaign. There will be future episodes as they develop and come to fruition. 

The stories will be told in the first person, simply for ease of writing. It will be up to the reader to determine whether these chapters are autobiographical or not.

* * * * *

It was not difficult getting her attention. She had been sitting at a table with three friends for nearly an hour while I sat at the end of the bar, nursing several vodka-tonics. She and I have coincidentally run into each other twice before in restaurants or other public places in the past few months. We have known each other for more than fifteen years. She had, at one time, been a School Board Director in the district in which I had served as high school principal. We had never quite seen eye-to-eye on issues. She had made life rather difficult at times for me, but we seemed to respect each other and remained casual friends outside of the educational arena. She had chosen not to place her name into candidacy during this past election and I had retired from my position just a few months before, after 35 years of service.

My decision to make a run at her was based not in any desire for revenge or humiliation; it was simply a physical attraction that had been there for many of the 15 years of acquaintanceship. She was in her mid-40's and nicely arranged at some 5' 7" and perhaps 135 lbs. Her hair hadn't been cut, or appeared not to have been, for more years than I could remember and when she chose to wear it unpinned, fell more than six or seven inches below her shoulders. The length of her hair was one attribute I could never have overlooked, and the color of it was absolutely stunning - a deep, dark, auburn-red that absolutely shined when she sat under a light source, as she was at this moment. Her eyes were as dark as any I've seen on a woman and while I could never say I'd seen them 'smolder,' I can say that they have always looked at me with a keen intelligence.

Right at this moment, they were looking directly at me with more question than anything else. I had nodded in her direction a while ago, when she finally saw me sitting there and acknowledged my presence with a nod of her own. I had lifted my glass in her direction and had sent her and her friends a round of whatever they were drinking. At this point, I understood that she was curious, but I made no more moves except to be certain to be looking at her whenever she raised her eyes in my direction.

Finally, she could not abide the not-knowing, and excused herself to her friends and walked to the ladies' room. On the way back, she stopped next to me and said, "Hello, Edward. How have you been? I haven't seen you around lately. What have you been up to?"

I swiveled around in my chair and looked at her. Tall, tanned, attractive enough, soft green sweater set and brown flannel slacks that tapered down her long legs as if tailored specifically for her (and perhaps they had been). (Allow me to insert here that the other important attribute of any woman, at least for me, is her legs. I have found that shapely, well-toned legs indicate more physical attraction than do breasts in any shape or size. Hers were most certainly well within the bounds of "shapely and well-toned." They appeared to go on forever, and I had often sat opposite her during committee meetings where I could observe her legs under the table, crossing and uncrossing until I felt that familiar stirring in my crotch.) I lifted one hand and touched her upper arm and said, "Now that I am retired, I've been taking some time for myself. I've been satisfying some of those long-term fantasies and dreams that I could not devote either the time or the energy to while I was working." And I gave her upper arm just a tiny squeeze before removing my hand.

Her eyes twinkled just a bit and she smiled, crinkling up her nose, "What sort of naughty, nasty fantasies might those be, Edward?" Her tone was purely joking; but she had now opened the door to anything I might wish to take the chance to say.

"Oh, Valerie, you know; the fantasies of an old man who has too long been denied what he truly desires in this life. The dreams of someone who has felt that a special talent of his has gone unnoticed and unshared as often as it could have been." And I looked directly into her eyes.

There was a momentary pause, as if to question herself as to whether she should continue the conversation or excuse herself; but she continued, very slowly, "I didn't know you had a special talent that you had not been able to share, Edward. I was always impressed with how much of yourself you actually gave away. Whatever might you be wanting to share with anyone now that you are retired?"

"My dear Valerie, I simply want to take advantage of the few years I have left, to share what I have learned over the years with a woman who might actually be able to understand and appreciate the sharing," I murmured to her.

"Is this a line you throw at all unsuspecting women you meet in lounges, Edward? Or have you simply singled me out because you've resented my influence over the years?"

"Valerie, my dear woman," I laughed, "this is not a line for anyone except for you at the present time. I have never resented your influence. I have always respected the methods you employed to get what you wanted. And now, I am simply using my own personal methods to get what I want at this point in life."

"And what is it that you want, Edward?" she breathed.

"If you'd like to have dinner tomorrow evening, we could discuss it," I put to her, quite bluntly.

This time she did not laugh. She was totally uncertain as to how to react. So, I continued with a sort monologue about the dissatisfaction of always having to "…do the right thing…" publicly and socially, as I had been required to do as a high-profile principal. She was familiar with that situation, having been there herself for many years. She was also familiar with my wife, having attended myriad school-connected social events in her position and a short sketch of my marital relationship was all that was necessary.

"Why me, Edward? Why pick me and why this particular evening?" she queried.

Again, I reiterated my dinner invitation and with only a few seconds of hesitation, but with apparent discomfort and indecision, she agreed to meet me outside of town at a very small log-cabin-type restaurant we both knew of.

I will not bore the reader with the emotional stress I dealt with over the next 24 hours, but suffice it to say that I often felt like a 15-year-old heading for the drive-in movies. (Oh, that does date me, doesn't it?) It was not difficult to find an excuse to go out for dinner the following evening as my wife had announced that very day that she would be eating with her church 'circle' that evening in preparation for her usual Wednesday evening prayer group. When I appeared at home, I simply told her I had met the parents of a former student who wanted to treat me to dinner while the student was home for the holidays. This was often the case and she didn't bat an eyelash at this small deception.

Calling the restaurant and making a reservation was simple enough. Deciding what to wear was much more difficult. (Do I sound like a squiggly teenager?) But soon enough, the time came for me to show up and advance my steps toward a goal. The hostess provided me with a corner table outside of the view of the main dining room (which, in itself, only held six tables), and which was as private as one could wish for.

Valerie arrived approximately fifteen minutes after our agreed meeting time (leaving me slightly damp in the palms for fear that I had made a fool of myself) and apologized by saying that she had been sitting outside for ten minutes trying to decide if she was up to this meeting. I reassured her that dinner was exactly that - dinner; and that she should not read anything else into this evening's menu. She laughed at the reference to a menu and we took a few minutes to order drinks and dinner. Over the meal, the talk was really old history….what we had done for the district while we served, what the district was like now, where we saw it going in the future, etc., just like old colleagues would talk under any circumstances.

Finally, I broke the ice by asking if she really wanted an answer to her question of the previous day and she stared at me with those hugely dark eyes and said yes, she did.

"Very simple, Valerie. First, why you? I have had more than a few snakes of lust for you squirming around in my stomach for the past fifteen years of our friendship. Didn't you ever notice my reactions when you dressed a particular way or spoke to me directly? Second, why now? Because I know that your children are both away at school and you are 'holding down the fort' at home with Charles. I also know that he still travels much more than you would like him to. You complained to my wife several times about that fact when we were together and I noted it myself because you repeatedly told her how "lucky" she was to have me home every night. Do you remember how I chimed in on one of those occasions with the complaint that I was not home every night; that the Board of School Directors had made it almost impossible for a principal to spend any time with his own biological family because they demanded my presence at any and every event that was sponsored by my school family?"

"So, I took the chance to say something to you that would either have you thinking I am totally out of bounds or might pique your interest. Apparently the latter is closer to the truth, because he we are, 20 miles from home, sharing a glass of friendship. The opportunity is there for us to become better acquainted, or to share something of which I spoke to you about last evening. It is all a matter of you saying that you are interested in at least discussing the possibilities, that's all."

She actually didn't say much at all for a long period of time. We finished dinner and another glass of wine, turned down dessert, and waited for coffee to be delivered to our table. Finally, she looked at me and asked me a rather startling question: "Ed, what's in it for me? It is pretty obvious that you'll benefit from any relationship - and I assume you are hinting at a physical one - but I am not certain what I am going to get out of it. I have a lot to lose, you know."

I reached across the table and took her hand, turned it palm up and pressed my thumb into it lightly, circling it around a bit and told her, "Valerie, if I cannot make you forget that question in the first hour we are together, then the entire relationship is built on subterfuge and I was never much for that, was I? She smiled, because she remembered the situation I was referring to - one in which she and I saw eye-to-eye for once - one which involved not telling the student public the absolute truth about something that had happened in our community. She responded that, yes, she remembered and that she was just confused, that's all.

I told her I was in no hurry, that we could meet and discuss this further if she wished. We did. We met twice more for dinner in the next few weeks and on the third occasion decided that an evening alone together outside of the view of anyone might allow her to better decide exactly how far she wished to go with this "adventure" as she called it.

That first evening together - at a tiny motel between our town and the bigger city to the west - was one in which both she and I were exceptionally surprised. More about the surprises and how we resolved our acceptance of them in another chapter.



Valerie Ch. 10







Valerie Ch. 10



"Thank you, Ms. Burbon. I'm sorry I had to track you down this way, but you'd moved without leaving a forwarding address. The DA figured you'd be here to pick Ms. Traline up. If I may say, my condolences on the hardships you have endured these last two weeks."

"Thank you. And thank you for your quick action in front of the hospital. You saved our lives," Sally responded.

The three ladies left, heading back to the house that was their new home. They drove in silence, stunned by the violence that entered their lives once again. The high spirits they'd been experiencing mere hours ago had been snuffed out. Sadness overwhelmed them. Would they ever be permitted to experience happiness? The hope that Valerie and Sally had was hanging on by a thread. Nearly losing one another had hit them hard. Francine, who had been unable to feel hope for weeks, was hanging on by a thread, the belief that she could feel hope again cracked, nearly destroyed. Only Valerie's sacrifice kept her from total collapse.

At the house, the women collapsed on the couch in the living room. Sally unlocked the collar and cuffs from Valerie's neck and limbs. The .22 caliber slug was embedded in the name plate, the 'f' in 'of' blotted out. It seemed stuck. Valerie's eyes watered, looking at the once beautiful gift. She croaked out a word, "Ruined."

Francine looked at her. "No, it's not. It's even more beautiful. It'll always remind me of your willingness to give your life for me. Just like those scars remind me that you refused to stop loving and forgiving me in the midst of my betrayal of your trust. It'll remind me every day that I have a reason to go on."

Sally added her perspective. "Val, I look at that collar and see a miracle. You live now because I forgot a key. If I'd remembered, that bullet would be in your throat, not your collar. If Master wants it repaired, so be it, but I love it just the way it is."

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the men from Lowe's to install the new hot water heater. Sally showed them where to install it. During the two hours the men were working, the three worked on getting the rest of the furniture arranged in the house. They even set up the third bedroom, upstairs, with Sally's bed from her apartment, anticipating the occasional times when they might be commanded to deny themselves each other.

After the men left, it was almost 7:00 at night. Francine said, "Val, Sally. I'm beat. I'm going to turn in. I've been sleeping a lot, almost eleven hours a day. Helen says it's my depression. You two should go out and enjoy yourselves, maybe play at Mephisto's. You're going to be doing a lot for other people's expectations tomorrow; you should take some time for yourself."

"Are you sure you'll be all right?" Sally asked.

"Yes. I won't hurt myself. You've given me reason to stay alive, even if the reason to live isn't there yet." All three understood the difference between the two concepts.

"What do you think, Val? You feel like playing tonight?"

Valerie nodded, and then pointed to her throat.

"Yes. You can't talk. You know, you could take me without having to talk."

Val put her hand to her chin, pretending to consider it. She nodded, a big smile on her face.

"That's a scary smile. I love it. Can you smell my juices?"

Francine called out from the bedroom, "Don't forget to ask Master for permission."

"Thanks." Sally called Charles.

"Hello."

"Master, this is Sally."

"Yes, Sally. What can I do for you and Valerie?"

"Master, we would like to ask for permission to play with each other tonight."

"I see. What do you have planned?"

"We hadn't made any plans. We thought we should get permission first."

"Very good. Yes, you have permission. Valerie can't violate any of her medical orders from Dr. Waston."

"I understand, Master."

"And I expect a full report of your activities before you retire for the night, from both of you."

"Yes, Master."

She hung the phone up, turning to smile at Valerie. Valerie raised her hand and with a crooked finger bending, summoned Sally into the bedroom. There, she grabbed hold of Sally's arms, pinning them to her sides and shook her head.

"Yes, Mistress, I won't move."

Valerie packed a bag with a variety of bondage equipment, dildos and vibrators, as well as the strap-on she had used on Sally earlier in the week. She placed a collar on Sally's neck and cuffs on her ankles and wrists. Then she stripped Sally of her clothes, leaving a naked submissive standing in her bedroom. Reaching down to her cunt, Valerie found that Sally was already becoming aroused by the prospect of being dominated.

Valerie inserted three fingers into her pussy, rotating and wriggling them. When Sally moaned in pleasure, Val put a finger to her lips, indicating the need for silence. Sally stood there, her cunt being pleasured, trying to stay quiet in her arousal. Valerie changed hands, bringing the sopped one up and smearing Sally's juices over her face. Sally was beginning to tremble, the arousal and need to stay quiet taking its toll on her. When Valerie's other hand was as soaked as the first, she stopped stimulating Sally and wiped her hand on Sally's chest, coating her breasts liberally, pinching then a couple of times to see if Sally would make any noise.

Val pointed to Sally and to the floor to indicate that she should not move. Val went to the closet they shared and picked out some clothes for Sally. Bringing them back, Val indicated that Sally should put them on. The leather skirt barely came down enough to hide her bare pussy and the matching leather halter left everything below her breasts visible. A pair of stockings held up with garter straps came barely above her knees. Sally's pair of three inch high-heel boots that laced directly against her legs was the crowning touch. The feel of the straps was like mini-bondage on her legs.

Indicating that Sally should remain still again, Valerie dressed herself. The shelf bra that she'd worn when she was with Rachael started things out. Over this she put on a translucent blouse she had. She skipped panties and donned a pair of slacks that matched the blouse. Her uncovered feet were slipped into a pair of open top sandals. She added the lace gloves from the Rachael episode and was ready.

Taking a leash, she clipped it to Sally's collar. Pulling down on the leash, Val forced Sally onto her knees. Valerie wriggled her toes and Sally, understanding what was wanted, kissed Valerie's feet, licking them and laving a sheen of wetness from toes to ankle. That task completed, Valerie pulled Sally back up and led her out to the car, placing her into the passenger seat. Valerie drove them to Mephisto's.

Sally was in heaven, able to submit to her lover. She understood that this would happen less often than the reverse, but she was savoring that it was happening. She felt delightfully decadent in all that she wasn't wearing. She could smell herself all over her face and the wetness that had been on her breasts was not drying, trapped in the leather halter. Sally could tell that Valerie had something wicked planned for the night. Her imagination tried to conjure up what Valerie would do that didn't involve inflicting pain of any sort. So used to pain as an integral part of any play, Sally found her imagination not up to the task.

She got her first hint when Valerie parked in Mephisto's parking lot. Valerie turned to Sally and stuck three fingers into her own cunt, coating her hand with juice. Each time she extracted her fingers, she wiped the fluid off on an exposed part of Sally's body; belly, face again, back, legs. When she finally climbed out and pulled Sally out by her leash, Sally's entire body glistened with pussy juice. She was a walking aroma billboard for sex. Sally could feel embarrassment and humiliation growing; as she was led into the club looking like she had already been well used by a multitude of people.

Inside, Valerie asked for a room with a curt, "Room," to save her voice. Key and bag in hand, she led Sally through the club, taking a long indirect route to get there. On the way, they encountered Steven and Surmi. Surmi saw them first, pointing them out to Steven.

Steven led Surmi to the pair by her own leash. "Valerie, Sally. What have we here? Are you dominating Sally, Val?"

Valerie nodded, saying to Sally, "Speak."

Sally picked up on the curt answer. "Yes, I'm submitting to Mistress Valerie. That sounds so wonderful, 'Mistress Valerie.' She can't speak, her vocal cords are bruised."

"What is that drying all over your body?"

"That's Mistress's juices. She painted me with them in the car. I can't get her smell out of my nose, not that I want to."

"So, Val, have you overcome your aversion to whipping?"

Surmi flashed Valerie a knowing smile while Val shook her head.

"Oh, this I have to hear about. Dominating Sally without pain. Please let me in on all the details later, will you?"

Val had a thought and pointed at Steven and Surmi, then at her eyes and shrugged her shoulders.

"Would we like to watch? How about we play together, a pair of dominants with their submissives?"

Valerie nodded her head with a smile at Surmi, making a bite motion with her mouth. Surmi smiled and shuddered; pleasantly surprised that Valerie would offer that joy for her again. The two couples finished the walk to the room Valerie had been rented. To Sally's ears, the sound of the door closing was like a cage shutting, trapping her in a room with a tormentor that she knew not the intensions of.

The room had several hooks on the walls and ceiling, a St. Andrew's cross and stocks. Valerie led Sally to the stocks, bending her over and locking her in. Unlike the stocks at Charles' basement, this one had no leg restraints. The spreader bar that had been packed came out and Sally's legs were forced four feet apart. In the bent over position, Sally's skirt covered nothing, being simply a piece of leather wrapped around her waist.

Steven had secured Surmi to the ceiling, her hands pulled up enough that she had to lift her heels off the floor. He was explaining to her, while Valerie was still securing Sally, how the game they were going to play worked.

"Surmi, I'm going to put clamps on your nipples, your pussy lips and your clit. Then I'm going to whip you 25 strokes. If you cry out at all, we'll restart at one. If you take those strokes without a sound, I'll take a clip off. Then we start over to let you earn a second clip removal. The clip on your clit comes off last. So you'll have to take 125 strokes silently, to get that one off. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

Steven started putting the clips on Surmi, taking his time and making sure each nipple was fully erect before placing a clip on it. While that was going on, Valerie had bent down in front of Sally's face. Looking into her eyes, lust radiating from her face, she said one word, deep and almost with a growl, "Mine."

Sally shuddered, seeing that intense might be an understatement, loving every second of her helplessness at the hands of her lover. She whispered back, "Yours, totally and without mercy or reservation"

Valerie couldn't believe how she felt. The rush from the power and trust was almost orgasmic in and of itself. She actually found that she was a little frightened of how she felt. She placed a blindfold over Sally's eyes and inserted a vibrator into her pussy. The vibrations providing the base of what was to be inflicted on Sally, Valerie walked about her, caressing an occasional part of her body. Val took her time, not rushing. Sometimes she would let a minute or two go by between touches. The slap of the whip on Surmi was an erotic counterpoint to the minimalism that Valerie was employing. Sally didn't realize it, but she was experiencing a small preview of her gift.

All Sally knew was that this was excruciating. Valerie's caresses were so infrequent that her anticipation made them almost painful when they occurred. The constant low-level stimulation in her cunt was driving her wild. It was enough to keep her aroused, but not enough by itself to give her an orgasm. She needed Valerie to be more aggressive in her touches, yet Valerie wouldn't be so. Sally was twitching between Valerie's caresses, and jumping at them.

While Valerie went around torturing Sally with anticipation, Surmi was stoically taking the lashes. On the 24th stroke, she deliberately said "Ow." She was choosing to take a chance that she could keep quiet much later, when she was in much more pain, to get more than the 125 that Steven had planned as a minimum. At first, she had been able to pay attention to what Valerie was doing, smiling to herself as she saw a version of what was planned for tomorrow. Soon, she was lost in her own world, soaking up the pain, deciding how much she could take before the vocalizations would be impossible to keep in.

After half an hour, Surmi had only one clip removed from one of her breasts. Sally was writhing almost constantly, trying to find Valerie and get just a little more touch. Sally's juices were dripping down her legs and she was breathing raggedly. Valerie was finding herself hot, incredibly in need of a fucking. She took her blouse off and whipped it against Sally's back. The light fabric was incapable of causing pain, but so unexpected was it, that Sally screamed. Val took it and draped it over Sally's head, letting her smell the perspiration that Valerie had left on it. Then she walked away from Sally, leaving her moaning in the ongoing frustration of unreleased arousal.

Going over to where Steven was whipping Surmi, she watched as he whipped her, counting out loud (since Surmi was supposed to not make any sound). "Slap…21…Slap…22…Slap…23…Slap…24…Slap…25."

Steven walked up and pulled the clip out, stretching Surmi's nipple before pinching the end, letting it release and causing Surmi's tit to collapse back into itself. As he backed up, he bumped into Valerie who reached around and fondling his erect cock and rubbing her still clad pussy against his leg. When he reached down and felt between her legs, feeling the completely soaked crotch of her pants. She whispered to him, "Fuck me."

Steven needed no more invitation. He spun around and pulled Valerie's pants off. With them still wrapped around her legs, he lifted her bodily off the floor and shoved his cock into her cunt. Valerie groaned in pleasure, almost a growl as Steven lifted her up and slammed her down onto his cock over and over again. Surmi and Sally, bound and waiting for more of what they craved, groaned as they were forced to listen to others pleasuring themselves while they suffered.

The brutal fuck that the two engaged in was to be short lived. Both were so aroused that little was needed to send them over the edge. Valerie came first. As she felt it hit, she planted her mouth over Steven's and crushed his head against hers. Her cries were trapped in his mouth and her cunt spasmed against his cock, drawing his own orgasm out of him; splattering cum inside and onto her pussy, as he kept thrusting into her while he came.

When he let her down, she led him to Sally (after kicking her pants off the rest of the way), placing his cock at her mouth to be cleaned off. Sally greedily gobbled him up, slurping every drop of cum and pussy juice off of him, reveling in the touch of someone on her somewhere. In the background, Surmi was begging, "Master, please whip me more. I want to earn release for my clit. Please Master, pay attention to your pain slut."

When his cock was cleaned, he went back over to Surmi and began the next 25. So worked up was the maiden of pain, that she had to restart four times at one before she could control herself. Valerie placed her pussy into Sally's face, making her spend the next 20 minutes moaning into Valerie's pussy as Sally cleaned every drop of cum from the outside and inside. Valerie made her keep at it until she had another orgasm. Now Valerie was ready for stage two of her plan, formed in the last few minutes.

She pulled the vibrator from Sally's pussy and walked around to have her clean this off as well. While she licked it off, she begged herself, "Mistress, please let me cum, I need a cum so badly. Please, it's so hard, I can't take it anymore. May I cum, please?" Valerie said nothing, pulling the vibrator out of her mouth and kissing Sally deeply, holding her mouth captive for minutes, tasting the cum and pussy all over her face.

Valerie then moved to Sally's pussy, knelt down and began to slowly and gently lick at the outer folds of her lips. Sally bucked at the blessed contact, moaning, "Yes. Yes. Thank you, Mistress, thank you."

Slowly, Val used her tongue to bring Sally closer and closer to orgasm. When she felt the familiar feelings of Sally's imminent release, she stopped, backing away.

"Nooooo! Mistress, please, don't stop, please let me cum."

Valerie listened to the ongoing pleading, running her hands along Sally's back, running her fingers through the sweat that was accumulating on her body. Surmi had managed to get another clip off, this one coming off of one of her pussy lips. Sally's pleading had reduced to a whimpering of tears, the submissive now realizing what Valerie intended to do. Valerie took Sally's face in her hands and licked her cheeks, consuming the salty tears that flowed from her eyes.

"Please, Mistress, can I cum? I so need to cum."

Valerie leaned her mouth next to Sally's ear and whispered, "No." Sally sobbed in the realization that she would end the night as she had left Valerie on many occasions, aroused and frustrated. While desperate to cum, willing to undergo anything to get one, her heart leapt at the knowledge that her lover was capable of such domination. She steeled herself to give Valerie as much in denial as Valerie had ever given her.

Valerie was back at Sally's pussy, bending her mouth to its pleasant task once again. She noted that Surmi had to restart the latest round of whippings at 13, two clips still on. She licked at Sally's pussy, letting her tongue delve into her cunt with each stroke, timing the laps with the strokes that Steven was inflicting on Surmi.

Over the next half hour, Surmi had managed to get the second to the last clip off and Valerie had taken Sally to the brink another three times. Sally had been reduced to tears; her body tense with desire for release, knowing it would never come. Surmi had restarted the last batch of strokes 5 times, unable to hold back the cries. Valerie, bending next to Sally's head asked, "Limit?" Sally shook her head, biting her lip. "Close?" She nodded. Sally's face was streaked with tears, her legs covered in her own juices. Her breasts, still encased in her halter were aching, having never once been touched, the erect nipples poking painfully into the leather that bound them. 

"Be back," she whispered, before she walked over to where Steven was announcing that they had to restart again. She saw that Surmi was on the edge, unable to stop the pain by keeping quiet anymore. She took Steven's arms and made a pantomime motion of herself kissing Surmi, acting as a living gag. He nodded, and helped her quietly place a stool in front of the suspended woman and climb on it.

He whispered in her ear, "These will be the hardest I can do and your arms will be on the receiving end as well." Valerie nodded. As Valerie saw Steven rear back for the first stroke, she grabbed the shocked Surmi, planted her mouth over the tear streaked one and held on. For 25 strokes, Valerie consumed Surmi's cries, keeping her quiet when she couldn't. In the distance, Sally was crying out, begging for her Mistress's return and touch. 

At the finish, Steven asked Valerie, "Would you do the honors?"




Valerie Ch. 10



While Surmi was gasping out, "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Master," Valerie stepped down and grasped the clip on her clit and pulled on it. Surmi screamed and Valerie released it, sending the scream into overdrive. As she hung there, crying, Valerie made a swapping motion with her hands. Steven nodded back.

She walked back over to Sally, running her hands through her hair. Sally was still crying, begging for a cum. Valerie put her finger on Sally's lips. She leaned in close, while Steven did as well, and whispered, "No cum from me. Convince Steven and you can."

Sally looked around for the master she could not see. "Master, please let me cum. Please, I so need to cum."

As Valerie walked back to Surmi, Steven explained, "If you can take 25 strokes without crying out, I'll fuck you until you cum as many times as it takes me to cum. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Master, I'll keep quiet, I'll earn my cums."

Valerie moved the stool out of the way, pulling the suspended lady close to her. Surmi's pussy was dripping, her legs thoroughly covered in a mix of pussy juice and sweat. Valerie's head was even with Surmi's breast. Her other hand went to the oriental woman's cunt, plunging in and raping it, not just fucking it. Valerie could hear the whip strokes coming fast and furious against Sally, making it actually easier for Sally to keep quiet for the needed length of time. Valerie placed her mouth on Surmi's breast, taking her entire areola into her mouth, the teeth resting on Surmi's skin. 

Surmi gasped, realizing what Val intended. "Please, Mistress, please. I need it. I want it. Bite me, bite me, please."

Valerie released long enough to say, "Cum first."

Surmi began thrusting herself against Valerie's hand as much as she could, trying to race towards the cum that would earn her the blessed pain she so craved. Valerie drew it out, avoiding Surmi's clit whenever she could. Five minutes of hand fucking went by. Surmi was panting, straining to reach that release. Valerie's hand was dripping Surmi's juice. Then Val bent her hand slightly, letting her palm rub against Surmi's clit. Seconds later, Val felt the first quivers of orgasm in Surmi and bit down, hard. Surmi screamed, her body shaking in a pain reinforced orgasm that seemed to go on forever. Valerie increased the pressure from her mouth steadily, her mouth filling with tit. Then, as Surmi's scream faded, she heard words from Surmi that she never had expected to hear. Surmi uttered her safe word, "Red light."

Valerie let go immediately and undid the ropes holding her suspended. Sally's scream of pleasure as Steven took her cunt in a violent fuck was a counter point to Valerie sitting down next to the collapsed Surmi, asking her, "Are you okay?"

"Yes. That was so fantastic. I just needed you to stop. Thank you, thank you so much. How do you feel?"

"Okay. For whatever reason, biting doesn't bother me like whipping and clipping and such. Maybe because Mike and I would occasionally bite during sex, so it feels erotic, not like hurting. Of course, we never drew blood," she commented, dabbing her fingers at the ooze of blood on Surmi's breast, coughing at the unwisely long utterance.

Surmi reached out and fondled Valerie's pussy, finding it very wet, ready. "Do you want…?"

Valerie smiled, lay back and nodded. Surmi fingered Valerie's pussy, driving the highly aroused woman to another orgasm in short order. Valerie noticed that she felt no discomfort at Surmi's ministrations, smiling at the small bit of progress in her quest to become more available sexually.

Steven had released Sally, and they joined the other two on the floor. The smell of sex was strong, but it wasn't enough to recharge any of the four, spent from their play. Sally was looking very satisfied, glowing in the afterwards of a long needed cum. Surmi was fondling her bite mark, feeling as satisfied for somewhat different reasons. Valerie was winding down from that power she had felt, feeling the need to be the submissive once again. She knew that she would have plenty of chances to return to that role tomorrow. Steven, far more dominant that he was submissive, was enjoying a quiet revel in the presence of three submissives, sensing Valerie's relinquishment of domination.

After 15 minutes of relaxing and recovering, they rose and went home. Valerie looked like she had been used, rather than using, her clothes stained with pussy juice and cum when she put them back on (Steven had used her blouse as a condom, forcing Sally to eat his cum from the silk). Once they were home, they each sent an email to Charles, describing the events of the night in great detail, from their own perspectives. Sally and Valerie crawled into bed together, once they were done, after peeking into Francine's room to make sure she was all right, falling asleep within minutes.





Valerie Ch. 10







Valerie Ch. 10



The cane dropped to the floor. Before he released anyone, Charles turned the box off, ending the shocks that Sally's convulsive sobs were causing in Valerie. Sally's cuffs were freed from the rope and she crawled to Valerie to hug her. Both women were asking the other if she was okay while Charles undid the bondage that Valerie was in. The crowd was talking amongst itself. They weren't sure just how the two did it, but there was a level of communication between the two that was uncanny. Many couples were envious of the connection Sally and Valerie shared; an envy that wanted to embrace something like it as their own.

Finally released from their bondage, Sally and Valerie knelt before their Master and thanked him for the gift he had given them. He lifted their heads by the chin and said, "I'm looking forward to what you have to give each other." The cross was being wheeled up onto the stage, in preparation for Sally's gift to Valerie.

Standing as she segued from submissive to dominant, Sally attached a leash from the bag that Debbie had brought up to the stage to Valerie's collar. Valerie knelt upright, her hands clasped behind her back, eyes looking down.

"Valerie, will you accept my gift, unseen, no matter what it might be?"

"Mistress, I love everything you have to give me, be it pain, pleasure, frustration, or your occasional submission. I accept your gift and eagerly await its being inflicted upon me."

"Follow me." Sally led her to the St. Andrew's cross, having her stand against it; her cuffs tied to the wood with rope snaked through the rings on them. Taking a long piece of rope, Sally wrapped Valerie's left arm against the cross, from her wrist all the way to her shoulder. Valerie's arm was pressed firmly against the wood and couldn't move at all. The only part of her arm-length glove that remained visible was the hand covering. She repeated the process with her right arm and both legs, those being wrapped from ankle to hip, the knot at the hip being teasingly close to her pussy.

Next, rope was lashed around her corseted stomach, pressing Valerie's torso against the wood. When completed, the white figure eight lashings against her body contrasted with the black of her corset, creating a visually stunning work of art. Valerie was unable to move any portion of her body except her head.

Sally turned to address the crowd. "My dear Valerie has given me many things in her submission. Her pain, her tears, her denied orgasms. Tonight, I give her something that I have never given her before." She turned to Valerie and, looking her in the eyes, announced, "Valerie, you may cum as many times as you are able for the next hour."

As Sally reached up and caressed her breasts, Valerie cried out, "Thank you, Mistress, thank you for your wonderful gift."

Sally ran her hands over the exposed portions of Valerie's body, which were quite limited, thanks to the ropes and the corset. Valerie was moaning at every touch, every iota of contact with her lover. Standing on the frame of the cross, Sally leaned up to Valerie's mouth and, just before locking her in a passionate kiss, whispered, "I wonder if anyone has a safe word limit in orgasms. Let's find out, shall we?"

In the midst of that kiss, Sally dropped a hand down to Valerie's cunt and ran her fingers along the engorged and slick folds of her pussy lips. Valerie cried out into Sally's mouth, her hips bucking pointlessly in her bonds against the hand that was her cunt's best friend right now. When Sally broke the kiss, Valerie cried out "Fuck me, Mistress, fuck me hard and fast. Please take me and make me yours."

Sally slipped three fingers into Valerie's cunt, thrusting them in and out while her mouth continued to ravish Valerie's face, kissing her mouth and cheek and neck, leaving little trails of saliva on her. After several minutes of hand fucking, Sally brought her thumb into play, pressing it to Valerie's clit. Valerie screams in ecstasy as she hurtled towards her first climax of the night. As Sally felt that she was close, she whispered in Valerie's ear, "Cum for me, scream out your pleasure and let the whole world know how much of a slut you are."

Valerie shuddered in her orgasm, her inarticulate voice screaming in pleasure. Her arms and legs totally immobilized, all the intensity of her climax was centered in her pussy, creating an intensity that Valerie had not thought possible. Someone in the crowd yelled out, "That's one!" 

Sally smiled and whispered to Valerie as she came down from her orgasm, "He ain't seen nothing yet."

Sally brought her hand to Valerie's mouth where the bound submissive greedily licked herself off of her Mistress. "No rest for the wicked," she commented, and Sally knelt down and licked the free flowing lubricant off of Valerie's cunt. Valerie, barely on the wind down from her first orgasm, cried out as Sally's tongue made contact with her still sensitive pussy flesh.

Sally looked up, calling out, "What do you want, Valerie?"

"Orgasms, Mistress, I want to cum over and over again."

"What does that make you?"

"A slut, Mistress, I'm a slut, hopelessly and shamelessly a slut."

"Whose slut are you?"

"Master's slut and your slut. I belong to Master and you."

"Then show everyone just how much of a slut you are."

Sally drove her tongue into Valerie's pussy, licking the inside folds, drinking up the copious amounts of wetness that were being produced. With every stroke of her tongue, Sally's nose brushed against Valerie's clit, sending her voice into yet another scream. When her next orgasm hit, her scream was vaguely heard by those in the outer lobby of the club. A small knot of onlookers where the first had occurred, yelled out, "That's two!" Several masters had begun caressing their submissives on the floor, holding them in their arms and driving them to orgasm as Valerie was being driven.

This time, Sally didn't stop. She continued to give Valerie a tongue fuck through her orgasm, forcing the next to start just as the first was dying down. And again, unrelenting stimulation that forced four more orgasms to stumble upon themselves in their rush to be expressed. A larger and larger chorus of voices cried out the count. "That's three!" "That's four!" "That's five!" "That's six!"

Sally back off, giving her submissive lover a short rest, a chance for her corset-encased body to catch up on the breathing that it had fallen behind on. Sally's entire face was awash in Valerie's juices. It had dripped down onto her chest and was running down her back. She licked her lips, savoring the luscious taste of her lover's pleasure. Valerie's head hung in exhaustion, her eyes the only part of her that showed excitement. Sally could see the plea that went unspoken in those eyes. "More, give me more."

Sally reached into her bag and pulled out a strap on that Valerie had not seen before. After attaching it to herself, Sally stood and reached her hands around Valerie's neck. "What do you want, slut?"

"Fuck me, Mistress, fuck me hard and fast. Fuck me senseless."

Sally inserted the dildo into Valerie's pussy and reached down to press a rubber covered button, starting the vibrating head of the dildo. Valerie moaned as she felt the head of the realistic fake cock begin to vibrate inside of her. Sally began to thrust in and out of Valerie, slowly at first, letting her feel every inch slide past her pussy lips, letting the vibrations flow through her entire cunt.

Sally's face was within reach and Valerie, seeing and smelling herself, licked as much as she could off of Sally while she was pushed towards her next orgasm. Sally steadily increased the pace, plunging faster and faster into Valerie, with more and more raw force. Like a car coasting down a hill, Valerie raced towards her next cum with increasing speed, crashing at the end, her body shuddering to the limits of its bonds as she screamed yet again, to the accompaniment of the entire room yelling, "That's seven!"

Dildo still embedded into Valerie's cunt, Sally whispered, "Have we found the orgasm limit yet?" Valerie shook her head, coming down off the latest climax. "I guess we'll have to keep searching for it." Valerie nodded, the sweat on her face flicking onto Sally's.

Sally began to fuck Valerie again. This time, no pretense of gentleness, but an acknowledgement that this was an orgasm quest. Valerie got just what she had asked for; she was fucked hard and fast, plunging headlong towards senselessness. Her voice gave evidence to the hard use she was being subjected to, the energy she had been expending in her enforced pleasure. Her breath was ragged, coming in short gasps, all her corseted body could manage. In the back of her mind, Valerie realized that she was actually approaching a limit, her body at the end of its ability to absorb what she was experiencing. She held out, wanting every cum she could squeeze from her body.

Another orgasm broke across Valerie's body as the crowd cried out, "That's eight!" She could feel the end coming and she fought it, forcing her body just a little longer as Sally fucked her through that orgasm, not even slowing, and drew yet another out on top of the last, the crowd crying out, "That's nine!" Valerie saw blackness edging into the periphery of her vision and whispered in Sally's ear, "Red light."

Sally stopped, holding totally still. Whispering back, "Red light?" Valerie nodded as her vision cleared, her chest heaving as much as the corset allowed, air, blessed air, flowing back into her body. Sally stepped down, extracting the plastic cock and turning off the barely functioning vibrator as she removed the harness. She unwrapped the ropes from Valerie slowly, giving her the time to rest without it looking like a rest break. By the time Valerie was down, she was breathing normally.

Sally kissed her deeply and whispered, "Is my gift submission or domination?"

Valerie answered by pressing down on her shoulders. Behind them, several men were changing the cross for a basic box frame. Sally knelt before Valerie and waited for what was to come. All she knew was that Surmi had somehow helped Valerie with this gift. Her secret wish that Valerie could somehow manage to whip her was too much to really hope for.

Valerie clipped a leash onto Sally's collar and led her around the stage, showing off her lover and the glistening wetness that was Valerie coating Sally. The circuit complete, she led Sally to the frame and locked her in, the rings on her cuffs being snapped to carabineers on the frame. The straps between the carabineers and the frame were pulled tight, stretching Sally taut, spread eagle in the center of the stage.

Surmi gave the prearranged signal and the lights on the stage dimmed; a red spotlight on Sally the only visible illumination. The only hint of the black light that was also illuminating the stage was the glow that Valerie's white stockings gave off. Valerie put a blindfold on Sally and called out to her, "Sally, I require your submission. Will you accept all that I have to give you tonight?"

"Yes, Mistress, I accept your gift, no matter what it is."

"Then I choose to give you that which I thought was impossible for me, beyond my limits."

Sally's heart leapt, hoping against hope. The inflicting of pain was the only thing Sally knew was beyond Valerie's ability to give. Could it be true?

Valerie retrieved her cat, and with a practiced flourish, unveiled it's now glowing strands for all (except Sally) to see. Valerie walked around Sally, whirling the strands, letting Sally hear the swishing of the air as it was whipped into submission. She brushed the strands against Sally's back, causing her to flinch, the anticipation building in Sally.

Sally knew there was a whip. She could hear it, feel it being dragged across her back, her breasts. She wanted more, much more. She craved the helplessness of pain inflicted with no recourse but to accept it. The crowd saw Sally becoming more and more aroused and anxious and the first blow had yet to land. Sally was whimpering, in desperate need for something, anything. She cried out, "Please, Mistress, please."

"Please what?" Valerie answered loudly.

"Whip me, please whip me."

"Very well."

Valerie spun the whip in a fast circle as she walked around her lover, seemingly contemplating where to strike. Sally was whimpering, crying tears from beneath her blindfold, with nary a stroke touching her body. The first blow landed against her back, Valerie's full strength behind it. Sally screamed, more from relief than from pain. She cried out, "Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?"

Valerie drew the strands of the whip over the top of Sally's head, aware of the knot in her own stomach. As planned (she saw Surmi give her a thumbs-up off to the side), she dragged out the play until the knot faded. She brought the whip handle to Sally's face, forcing her to kiss it and suck the cock shaped handle into her mouth. Over and over, the strands were lightly brushing across Sally's skin. The bound woman was beside herself, craving the next stroke with an intensity she had never felt before.

The second blow landed unannounced, directly across Sally's breasts. "Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?" Valerie inserted the cock handle into Sally's sopping pussy, coating it with juices and traced little letters on Sally's body in her own wetness. She lightly flicked the strands against Sally's legs, letting them wrap all the way around. These brushes were so gentle as to cause no pain, but enough to ratchet up Sally's anticipation. By the time the third blow hit her seven minutes later, Sally was sobbing her head off, begging for pain.

The crowd saw the unbelievable, a sobbing sub whose tears only stopped when she felt the whip hard against her body. Valerie continued this leather version of the Chinese water torture for almost an hour. Single blows interspaced with minutes of caresses, brushes and fuckings by the whip. Sally was crying profusely, begging for minutes at a time for the next blow. Valerie, drawing on years of experience at capturing attention with ads, had the crowd in her hands as well. Almost no one in the crowd knew that the long delays were to respect Valerie's limits. They were shouting encouragement at her play, voicing their own desires for quicker and slower strokes. 

Nine strokes, fifty minutes. As the ninth stroke fell, Sally sobbed, "I can't take it anymore, please another, please, Mistress. I red light the waiting, I red light the waiting." Valerie braced herself and delivered two more strokes, both against Sally's pussy, then dropped the whip, her stomach in an uproar. She went up and embraced her lover, crying herself at the effort needed to deliver those last three strokes in rapid succession.

"Thank you for that incredible experience, Mistress."

"I love you, Sally, I love you so much."

Valerie released Sally from her bondage and they stood in front of the crowd. Charles came back onto the stage and they both knelt at his feet, bending down and kissing them. Charles took a microphone and addressed the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen, my submissives, Sally and Valerie." He paused for the applause to die down. "We have one more gift to bestow tonight. Our gift to you, our brothers and sisters in the lifestyle. Tonight is auction night. I will be auctioning off these two slaves as the first slaves off the block tonight. One lucky, and generous, Dominant will have the use of these slaves for the rest of the night. Once we have them cleaned up from their exertions, they will be on display in cage number one."

They were led on leashes to the shower area of the club and allowed to strip and wash their bodies. They showered together, under the same spray, holding on to each other and gently caressing while the water washed most of the accumulated fluids away.

"So, you were practicing on Surmi, finding out what you could and could not handle?"

"Yes. She helped me come up with the whole routine, the spaced out blows, the taunting caresses of the lashes. I so wanted to be able to give you something special, something I've never done before. I hope you enjoyed it."

"It was so wickedly humiliating and power-stripping. God, I loved it. You so have to do that again sometime, when you feel up to it. You didn't go too far for yourself with those last blows did you?"

"No. Right up to them though. Those orgasms, so many, so fast. I can't believe you drove me to red light on orgasms. And after all those denied ones this week, I loved it. I want to try for 15 next time, if Mistress allows a next time."

"I may make you earn them, but I think we can come to some sort of arrangement. We should go out and put ourselves on display now. Who do you think will win us?"

"I wouldn't mind Fred and Daphne winning again. Rachael said she was going to try as well."

"I want a guy to win, maybe a group of them. I so want to be fucked, to feel cum inside me and all over me."

"That would be great. But truthfully, I want someone, anyone who will use me hard, make me submit to the depths of my soul. I want to feel like a slave, not just like a submissive, with the love of my life. It would be the perfect climax to this celebration."

"Yeah, it would. To leave knowing that we've been the best slaves we can be would make this a perfect day."

They left the showers, where Charles led them totally naked to the sign-in area for the auction. They needed to fill out the forms that listed the restrictions on their use. They agreed that they wanted to give the maximum they could and only put restrictions down where they had total disgust for the activity, such as blood sport, scat and water sports. Other than Valerie's restriction on pain being inflicted on her back, they left every level of pain open. The forms signed, they were led to cage one and Charles himself put them into their display bondage.

They were stood apart from each other, their backs to one another. Their ankles were fastened to the floor, with their legs spread three feet apart. Each had their hands bound in binder gloves behind their backs, the laces tied so that their elbows were only an inch apart. They were then leaned back until their shoulders rested in two slings. They were at the level where their heads were horizontal to the floor and laying next to each other. Each could feel the hair of the other draping down past their ears to hang below them. A small bar was attached to their collars, locking them down, neither able to lift her head without pulling on the other one painfully. While uncomfortable looking, they were actually able to rest on the slings, saving their muscles from serious exertion. Blindfolds were added so that they couldn't see who was inspecting the merchandise.

They knew that it wasn't yet 6:00 and that they'd be displayed this way for over two hours. There was a near constant parade of people, many who came simply to offer their congratulations on finding their love or at the incredible scenes they had provided. Valerie's scars received a fair amount of attention as well. Many asked about how it had happened and how bad it had been.

One in particular touched Valerie's heart. A young lady, Valerie would have been shocked if she had been a day over 20, could be heard crying as she knelt beneath Val, tracing the scars one by one. There was sadness and fear in those tears.

"Honey, do you want to talk?" Valerie couldn't see it, but the girl was alone in the cage with them. The next man in line recognized something different about the unaccompanied submissive in front of him and made sure that the line didn't progress while she was there.

"Is it allowed?"

"Yes. Why are you crying?"

"It's so…horrible. I…is it wrong to be scared of what happened?"

"No. I was scared when it happened."




Valerie Ch. 10



"Could that happen to me?"

"The best way to keep it from happening is to have a Dominant that you know can be trusted. Good ones don't want to do this."

Tears fell on Valerie's face. The girl was struggling to say something and it wasn't coming out.

Valerie tried to put her at ease. "Is there anyone else around?"

"No. They're all waiting I think."

"Then you can tell me anything and it will be just the three of us. I promise I won't tell anyone anything you want to keep secret."

Sally added, "That goes for me, too."

"Sometimes, when I dream, I'm being whipped like you were, with cuts and blood and stuff. And I wake up horny and needing to cum. Am I evil?"

"No dear, you're not evil. Do you want it when you're awake?"

"No! It terrifies me. It would be like going back to my family, letting my dad do things." Her last words were cut off, choking as her fear and grief threatened to overwhelm her.

"It's okay. Secrets, remember. Your dad would beat you?"

"Yes, and rape me. I couldn't stop it; sometimes I didn't feel like I wanted to. Is that why I want to be tied up and used?"

"No! That's part of who you are. But your dad twisted it. Do you have a Dominant yet?"

"No. I'm scared that I'll pick someone like him."

Valerie knew she was treading on dangerous ground. She couldn't imagine how much good would come from an abuse victim going from her abusive situation straight into the lifestyle. This girl needed help and was reaching out in the only way she knew how; to the only person she could imagine could understand her. She needed counseling, not domination. 

"What's your name honey?"

"Lisa. Lisa Green."

"Lisa. Your fear of picking someone like him is smart. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Do you remember what my Master looks like?"

"Yes. He looks really strong."

"He is, more than you can imagine. I want you to go to him, right after you leave me, and tell him that Valerie sent you to him. Can you tell him everything that you've told me? Are you strong and brave enough to do that?"

"I…I think so. He won't hurt me, will he? Like you were hurt?"

"No. He hates that people get hurt like I was. He'll make sure that no one ever hurts you like this. But it will be hard for you. You'll have to learn how to not pick people like your dad. Do you want that?"

"Oh yes. I want a strong man who will protect me and keep me safe. I'll do anything to be safe."

"Then go find my Master. His name is Charles. Okay?"

"Okay. Thank you for talking to me."

They heard her run off. Valerie asked Sally, "Can Master help her?"

"If he can't then he can find who can. He did for Francine."

The people continued to come and look them over. Sally and Valerie found themselves being fondled at times, their cunts, asses, and mouths being poked and prodded with fingers. No one had touched her last month when she was on display. She could only imagine that Master had allowed it. She and Sally were both highly aroused and moaning slightly when a familiar voice perked them up: Lilly.

"Oh my God, you two are so beautiful. I saw the whole thing. I think I get it now."

"Get what, Lilly?"

"Careful, you might get into trouble if you call me by name. For all you know I'm some powerful Mistress who could get mad."

"I'm sorry, Mistress. What do you get, Mistress?"

"I understand why you do it, why you let people whip you, use you, and humiliate you. You love him, don't you?"

"Yes, very much. So much that I want to do anything to make him happy."

Sally added her own comments. "It's not that way for everyone. Some people are into it for the incredible sex. That's where I started, and Valerie I think. But as we came to love Master, we let him demand more of us."

"I know. I saw you up there and I could tell how much you love each other and him. It was so incredible. I could never do it myself, and it's a little hard to watch still, but I'm not scared for you anymore, I don't think."

"That's wonderful, Mistress. It's a long way from Master's house and how badly you felt when I had to drink my dinner through a straw."

"Lilly, how did those cuffs that I loaned you work out?"

They could feel her lean in close to whisper her answer. "It was fan-fucking-tastic. He lasted longer than ever before and he loved it, too. Where can I get some of my own?"

"Lilly, keep them as a gift from us to you. Enjoy them. Have you thought of letting him tie you up?"

"Yes." The lust dripping from her voice was thick. "He promised me lots and lots of orgasms if I let him."

"You go, girl."

There was one more familiar voice that addressed them; at least it was familiar to Valerie. Erika piped up, "Hello, Valerie. This is my Master."

"Master Damien. It's a pleasure to meet you, sort of."

"So this is the little submissive who has excited my Erica. I understand you'll be working in the same office as she does."

"Yes, Sir." She and Sally could both feel his hands tracing lightly along their bodies. Like their own Master, he seemed to be an expert at provoking a sexual response from almost any touch at any place on their bodies.

"I intend to ask your Master Charles for your services in monitoring little Erika's obedience in the office. She would, of course, monitor yours as well."

Valerie and Sally were having a hard time staying concentrated on the conversation. "Ohhh. Master Damien, you're really good at this. Ahhhh. I'd be very happy to assist Erica in any way she needs. Uhhhhh."

"Do you have permission to cum?"

"Not explicitly, Sir," Sally answered.

"Too bad," he said as he took his hands away from their bodies.

Finally, the time came. Master came and unhooked their collars from each other, allowing them to stand. Softly, he commented, "Valerie, I talked to Lisa Green. She'll be working at the house while she receives appropriate therapy. I highly approve of your initiative in the matter. She won't be submitting before she has been cleared for it by Dr. Gloush."

Sally mused, "What was meant for evil has been turned for good."

"Yes, it has."

Once they were standing, a chain was used to connect their collars together again, with just enough slack for them to stand side by side. Gags were added and a leash clipped to the chain between them. He then led them to the stage, to the chorus of whispers. The auctioneer's voice came over the loud speakers.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the monthly slave auction at The Mephisto Club. Today's first lot is a special treat. A pair of female slaves well trained in submission and the pleasing of men and women. These sister sluts are soul mates, deeply in love with each other, with their Master, and with their own submission. Their offering contract has the fewest restrictions on it that I have seen in over a year. They promise a wonderful night for any Dominant who wins them." She ran her crop through their pussies, showing the glistening of their juices on the end. "Now, as you can clearly see, the mere prospect of hard use for the rest of the night has them already on the verge of climax. Just imagine their levels of responsiveness under your hands, whips, or whatever else you intend to inflict on them. Shall we start the bidding at $500?"

The bidding did start at $500, but left that mark well behind in short order. The barker would interrupt her spiel at times to run her crop over some part of their body, eliciting a groan or moan from the women. When the excitement died down, the final bid was $3200. The auctioneer called him up to take possession. "Come on up, Sir Calvin, and claim your prize. Don't hold back now, you've paid dearly for them."

"I have no intention of holding back. Come along, slaves, I intend to get my money's worth from you."

Valerie started, recognizing the voice as that of Calvin Freshin, the man who called to give her the interview at Delgrasi. His voice was much harsher than it had been over the phone. He led them at a brisk pace, forcing them to trust him implicitly to not lead them into obstacles. They heard a door open before them and their shoulders just brushed against the door frame of one of the private rooms. They were positioned to one side of the room and their blindfolds were removed.

Sir Calvin was the only other person in the room. He was dressed in street clothes: jeans, flannel shirt, running shoes. There was a large leather bag, about the size of a golf bag, next to a table that had a series of ropes suspended above it. Against one wall were a series of eyebolts at foot level and six feet up. Holding a crop in one hand, he started to speak.

"You will find me a different Master than you're used to. The only way to please me is to endure everything I inflict upon you, without complaint. I was most impressed by your ability to submit together, to levels that I suspect are far greater than what you can take alone. I intend to explore how far this ability extends. You may not speak to me or to each other in any way. You will not remain gagged, for reasons that'll become apparent. Any disobedience will result in the other slave being punished. I know your safe words, and they'll do just fine. Do you understand your orders so far?"

They both nodded. He stepped forward and removed their gags. "Valerie, get up on the table." She climbed up, needing help since her arms were still locked in the binder glove behind her back. Sir Calvin climbed up with his bag and set up a series of slings that he placed Valerie into, so that she was suspended above the table by about three feet, facing down. Her feet were spread with a spreader bar.

Jumping down, her set the bag on the floor and turned to Sally. "Get up on the table."

"Yes, Master," she said before she could catch herself. Sir Calvin's crop lashed out and hit Valerie's nipple, causing her to cry out. Sally looked at Valerie in alarm, relieved to see a wink coming back at her, telling her it was okay. Once on the table, her binder gloves were removed so she could lie down on her back to be tied out spread eagle. Their faces looked at one another, a mere two feet apart.

Then, two plastic bags full of water were withdrawn from his bag and suspended from the ceiling near their legs at different heights. Both bags had rubber tubing coming out of them, in a somewhat complicated arrangement. At the ends of the tube contraptions were two more bags, empty. He took a tube of lube and coated the outer area of each ass. Then each had a nozzle inserted into their ass several inches. Once in, he operated a small hand pump and they could feel the tube inflate inside them.

"Here's what's going to happen. By now, you have figured out that you're getting enemas. They will both fill at the same time. Once you're full, I will close the valve and you will be unable to expel the water until I release the exit valve. If you feel that you can't stand the pressure any more, say the word, 'release.' Whichever one of you lasts the longer will receive five blows directly on your pussy, while the water is still inside. Nod your heads if you understand."

They both nodded their heads. Each could see the other one's eyes go wide as the implications made themselves understood. One of them was going to suffer pain, the likes of which, neither had experienced before. Only by pushing their limits could they save the other from that fate. 

As they looked into each other's eyes, he released the valves and cold water flowed into their bodies. Both cried out in shock as their insides dropped in temperature, fast. Each could see the other's belly begin to expand as the water filled the lower bowels, pushed on by the pressure of being two feet above each of their asses. As the last of the water flowed in, he locked the valves on the Bardex tubes and walked about them, watching.

Valerie felt the first cramping, her body wanting to expel the mass filling her bowels as soon as possible. Sally's cramps followed shortly afterwards, spurred on by the same soap that had been added to Valerie's solution. The need to go and the pain from the cramps brought tears to their eyes. Sir Calvin would occasionally brush the edge of his crop against their nipples or clit, adding to the sensations that were pouring over them.

Sally had been given an enema before and knew that she had very little resistance for this particular pain. The thought of a pussy cropping on top of all of this was terrifying her. After five minutes, her eyes looked pleadingly at Valerie, begging for understanding and willingness from her partner. Valerie, herself wondering if she could take much more, having never had an enema before, recognized the panic in Sally's face and, steeling herself for what was to come, nodded her head vigorously.

Sally cried out, "Release!" Sir Calvin stepped back to her ass and twisted a valve, allowing the water inside of her to flow out into the collection bag that lay on the floor. Without comment, he took the crop and flicked it hard against Valerie's pussy, causing her to scream as the involuntary jerk at the pain, set the cramps off even worse. He waited ten full seconds and delivered the second of the five blows. She jerked and screamed again, the agony of clenching in pain with a belly full of soapy water being excruciating. 

As the five blows were delivered, Sally could only watch in tears, as any word she spoke would result in more punishment for Valerie. As Valerie's tears dripped onto her face, she mouthed the word "Sorry." Valerie shook her head, mouthing, "It's okay," to reassure Sally that she was able to take it. Valerie gave full vent to the pain, screaming and sobbing in an attempt to make it a miniscule bit more bearable. By now, both ladies had realized that there would be no sex tonight. Sir Calvin was about pushing the boundaries of their ability to take pain and discomfort.

After the fifth stroke against her pussy, while she was still screaming, the valve was released and the water poured out, the release of pressure and the cramping almost orgasmic in intensity. As he proceeded to remove their enema nozzles, he thought about them to himself.

"They're in touch with each other. I think Valerie is a protector. She will suffer anything to keep others safe. Her ability to suffer is immense. For others, I doubt she has a limit. Sally feels a need to protect Valerie as well, but has less capacity, or believes she does. How would she react if she was the only thing between Valerie and unimaginable suffering?"

He raised Valerie's suspension another two feet and set up an unusual apparatus that looked like an erector set construction. Suspended on two small platforms, their wicks just touching the tips of Valerie's nipples were placed two candles. The little platforms were mounted on springs and had rings mounted on the under side. He then attached nipple clips to Sally's nipples. A chain was attached to the rings on the underside of the platforms, with the other end attached to Sally's nipple clamps, pulling the platforms down a full nine inches. The tension pulling up on Sally's tits was excruciating, causing her to cry out in pain. To Sally's horror, he then lit the candles.

"Sally, you may ask for the clamps to be release at any time, and I will. I don't have to tell you what the result will be if you do. Eventually, the candles will burn down enough so that the flame won't touch Valerie's breasts when they're released. All you have to do is endure the pain that long. Valerie, you may ask for Sally to be spared at any time you wish and I will release her clamps, with the predictable result. I shall enjoy watching you. Oh, you may speak to each other as much as you wish."

Sally yelled out, "Don't you even think about it, Val! I can do this. You wait, you just wait."

"They'll go out quick, it'll be okay."

"No! No! Not your choice. My choice. Ahhhh." Tears of agony flowed from Sally's eyes. She looked into Valerie's eyes, pleading for Valerie to let her do this, to protect her as Valerie would protect Sally in the same situation. As the springs pulled relentlessly against her nipples, stretching them obscenely, she screamed out in pain, holding herself flat so as to not let those hated candles ascend even a fraction of an inch.

Valerie saw the look in Sally's eyes, the desperation, not for release from the pain, but for the pain to continue. She wanted to spare her lover the pain, but realized that the emotional pain of watching Valerie being scarred by the candles would be infinitely worse for Sally. It became clear what Sally had to be protected against, not the pain of the clamps, but the pain of watching helplessly. The helplessness Sally would experience at watching Valerie seared while unable to stop it would be vastly beyond her limits. Her love for Valerie, however, would give her the strength to endure the torture on her breasts. "You're right, Sally. You can do this."

For 30 minutes the clamps bit into Sally's nipples, pulling relentlessly. Sally cried and screamed in agony, refusing to ask for release, watching the candles slowly burn down. Blessedly, they were faster burning candles. Sally had seen candles that long that took three times as much time to burn down the length that was needed. All during that time, Valerie encouraged Sally, telling her how much she was loved and how brave she was. Both their hearts were tearing, breaking at the thought of how much each had to endure or was in danger of enduring.

Finally, Valerie said, "Sally, I think it's safe. Let him."

"Are you sure? I can't tell."

"Yes. Do it."

"Master, please release me."

Sir Calvin stepped up and released both clamps at the same time, one last blast of pain rocketing through Sally's nipples as a result. Valerie watched the candles, unsure of how far they would bounce up towards her breasts. She watched in shock, as the candles went out the instant they started back up. The only thing to hit Valerie's breasts was a small splatter of candle wax, eliciting a wince before the wax quickly cooled.

The release of tension caused Valerie to break down, sobbing uncontrollably. Sally opened her eyes in panic, seeing Valerie crying and the candles no longer lit. "Val, Val, what is it?"

"They went out. They went out when he released them. It was always safe."

Sally's mouth hung open for a second, and then she broke out laughing. "It was a mind fuck; it was a wonderfully devious mind fuck."

Sir Calvin gave a small laugh himself, "Yes, I so love my mind fucks. My own slave can never tell when I'm playing with her mind, because I'm not always doing so. I'm very pleased with the two of you. You are truly soul mates. Your ability and willingness to sacrifice for each other is phenomenal. Would you like to play one more game?"

Valerie spoke up. "Master, we are simply slaves that you have purchased. Any game you wish to play, we'll play. If I may say, Sir, thank you for the opportunity to plumb the depths of our love for one another."

"Good. First, I need Sally to turn around." He undid Sally's bonds and had her turn around so that her pussy was directly below Valerie's face. After rebinding her, he draped a small platter, about an inch across, over Valerie's head by four chains that connected at one point. He lowered her again, until the platter was three inches above Sally's body, centered one inch north of her pussy. In the platter, he placed another candle, this one different looking.

"This candle can't be blown out, it has one of those gag wicks. When I light it, I will start whipping your belly, Valerie. Now, the more your head moves, the more wax that will spill on Sally. Your self-control, Valerie, will determine how great a waxing Sally will get."

But Sir Calvin was not finished. He turned Valerie face up and erected another contraption on the ladies. Just north of Valerie's pussy, he suspended another small platter. Four chains were fixed to the cardinal points of the platter and extended down past Valerie's body and connected behind Sally's head. He placed another candle on this platter.




Valerie Ch. 10



"Sally, any movement by your head will tip the platter and drip wax onto Valerie. I will also be whipping your belly. Each of you has the ability to control how much waxing the other receives directly."

He lit both candles and stepped back, letting then build up a little melted wax before he started slapping the crop against Valerie's and Sally's bellies, back and forth. Initially, both were able control themselves, holding their heads still. But the flicks of the crop came in rapid succession, over and over again. The pain from each flick didn't have a chance to fade at all before the next one struck. In spite of her higher pain tolerance, the more precarious position, suspended as she was, caused her to jerk first. Wax tipped out of the candle and dripped onto Sally's pussy from a meager height of six inches. The pain, coming as it did without warning caused her to jerk, spilling wax on Valerie. The hot splashes were more than either could stand without movement and the cascade of jerks and wax spills continued, both crying out as hot wax fell onto sensitive flesh. Drip after drip of wax, off random sides of the platters, dripping onto a random spots of flesh. With the cascade started, Sir Calvin stepped back and let the two women continue the torture of themselves. It wasn't until each had been coated with enough wax to form an insulating barrier, that they were able to regain control and gain respite from the sensations that had assaulted them for the last 30 minutes.

Once they were back in control, Sir Calvin extinguished the candles and released the two submissives from their bondage. Both knelt before him and kissed his feet. Valerie expressed both their sentiments. "Master, thank you for accepting our submission and using us hard. It was a wonderfully intense experience and we hope that we've been pleasing to you in some small way."

"You have both exceeded my expectations. I'm very pleased and will be letting your Master know how well you performed for me. You may rest here until your Master returns to collect you. You may not pleasure yourselves in any way until he gives you permission. Good day, slaves."

"Good night, Master."

Valerie and Sally rested against the table, drained from the extensive play they had experienced this night. They peeled the wax from their bodies, grateful that Master insisted on shaved pussies. It was some 30 minutes before Charles entered the room, followed by the other submissives in his group. Seeing him, they both rushed to their knees and waited for him to speak.

While he spoke to Val and Sally, Steven, Robert, Marcia, Debbie, and Surmi gathered their things in preparation to leave. "Sir Calvin tells me that you were especially pleasing tonight. I'm very proud of you both. Your ceremony and gifts are the talk of the club. Everyone wants to see you one more time. On your feet, you have a slave walk to perform." 

They stood and Charles attached leashes to both of them. Leading their naked bodies out into the main room of the club, they were paraded through the club so that all could see them. Many of those they passed called out words of encouragement and good wishes. After making two complete circuits of the floor, they returned to the shower room and cleaned up a second time. They were dressed in their gowns again and taken back home by the limo. As they left, Charles gave them permission to play with one another as they wished on Sunday. Monday, they were to start checking for instructions again.

They checked on Francine before they went to bed, pleased to see her smiling in her sleep, the first smile they had seen on her since the crisis 13 days ago. The two lovers went to sleep in each other's arms, lives rebuilt from adversity and hope looming on the horizon. 36 days ago, Valerie was a pent-up executive looking for a good fuck to relax herself with. That woman was a stranger now, her life totally changed. The straight, vanilla woman who had hidden from love to escape the pain of loss, had found the submissive bisexual inside who could love freely and openly. The future opened before them, a future that was unpredictable, but eagerly anticipated. Valerie and Sally, along with their old and new friends would face that future, no; embrace it with a zest for living that would be unmatched.





Valerie Ch. 2



I woke up early the morning after I met her and looked over at Valerie. She was already awake and looking expectantly at me.

"What will you do with me today, Sir?" Valerie asked.

"Since it's Saturday, we may take a little trip," I answered.

She smiled broadly and it was obvious the idea intrigued her. We talked for hours that morning. I needed to learn as much as possible about her. She was from a small family. She was the youngest of two sisters and her parents had passed away. She rarely saw her sister and felt all alone in the world. She worked at a small advertising company as a private secretary. She had a degree in marketing, but her career hadn't worked out. She was 35 years old and had been married once when she was 20. It was a bad match from the start and she left to finish college. 

I asked when she had first started to feel a need to be dominated and spanked. She said it was from when she was a young girl. She'd seen her father spank her sister's bare bottom and she had found it very exciting. She never got spanked since she was such a good child. She'd often thought of it over the years and always found it exciting. Lately, she'd begun to read about such activities in magazines and on the internet. The more she read, the more exciting she found it. She said she often went to the bar where I'd found her in hopes of somehow finding someone with whom she could live out these fantasies. She wanted to live the fantasy, but it frightened her as well. 

I unlocked her ankle cuff and escorted her to the shower. There I bathed her, shaved her legs and trimmed the hair around her sweet little cunt. I made sure she was squeaky clean and groomed to suit me. Then, I told her it was time to go shopping for clothes. She was very excited at this prospect. We went to the mall and visited all the women's wear stores. She pointed out things she liked, but they were much too conservative for what I had in mind. Finally, we came upon a little store that had some very high quality things that appealed to me. We found some micro shorts that fit very tightly. The legs were almost non-existent and when she sat down in them, her cunt lips showed on either side of the crotch. She was very embarrassed to model them for me since the sales lady was also in a position to see everything I could. I insisted that she model them in various positions. The sales lady couldn't take her eyes off Valerie. I was enjoying the opportunity to show off my latest acquisition.

Then we bought a very short skirt that hardly covered her cunt when she was standing, much less sitting. I had not allowed her to wear underwear on our shopping trip, so when she modeled it, her cunt was totally exposed to view. I was very pleased with the image and the sales lady couldn't stop licking her lips. I made a mental note of her for possible future games. We bought some knit tops with very low cut necklines and backs and several pairs of very high heels to match the outfits. Now it was time to take our little trip.

We started out as soon as we left the mall. We were going to a town several hours drive on the interstate from where we lived. I wanted us to be where we wouldn't run into people we knew, and Valerie wouldn't feel too inhibited at first. As we drove, I reached over and pulled the knit top she was wearing down around her waist. She was startled, but did not protest. She tried to slide lower in the seat to be out of view of passing cars. I ordered her to sit up straight and tall with her shoulders back to accentuate her lovely little tits. She complied with the requisite, "yes sir." As we passed a trucker, I reached across and cradled Valerie's left tit in my palm and offered it up for his inspection. He wasn't looking our way, much to Valerie's relief, so I honked the horn. She turned an immediate beet red, but held her position. The look on his face was priceless. I knew he would have given anything to have been in my place. As I speeded up, he did too. He didn't want to lose sight of the wonderful view he had. I told Valerie to pull her skirt up around her waist also. She did and the truckers eyes nearly exploded. He had a perfect vantage point to see her gorgeously trimmed little cunt when I made her spread her legs wide and put her feet on the dashboard of the car. He nearly ran off the road when she began to play with her cunt at my order.

That was enough of that. I sped up and left him behind quickly. Very frustrating for him, I'm sure. Very embarrassing for Valerie, but also exciting. Her cunt was wet and juicy from all the hot action. I asked her if that little scene excited her. She said it had made her want to be fucked and fucked hard. I laughed. It seemed that it was not at all difficult to make Valerie want to be fucked. I told her to go ahead and finger herself until she came. She said she wasn't sure if she could as it had never worked for her before. I told her to try. 

She began to stroke the outer lips of her pussy and then grasped the lips on either side of her clit between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed and rolled her clit back and forth between the lips. Soon her hips were moving back and forth along with her squeezing and she pinched her nipples with the other hand. It wasn't long before she uttered a long deep groan and began to say "I'm coming, Oh my god, I'm coming" over and over. She came for what seemed like minutes before she finally came back to reality.

I told her I was very proud of her and she replied, "Thank you sir." I left her sitting there, exposed, until it was time to stop for gas. I allowed her to cover her nakedness while we were in the station. I did make her get out of the car and strut around the inside of the store so the other customers and the attendant could drool over her while I filled the tank. When I went in to pay for the gas and her soft drink, I put my arm around her and reached around her torso and squeezed her breast while I paid the bill with my other hand. The attendant nearly passed out. He couldn't believe his eyes. Valerie couldn't believe what had just happened. She gasped when I did it, but she didn't pull away.

When we got back in the car, I asked how it made her feel. She said it humiliated her to be so openly fondled in public. Again, I asked how that felt. She smiled and admitted it was very exciting and had made her cunt wet all over again. I had suspected as much. It was quite a turn on for me as well. Now it was time for her to suck my cock again.

I unzipped my trousers and pulled my cock out of my fly. I reached over and grasped Valerie's head and pushed it down in my lap. She didn't need any more coaxing. She went right to work.

She started by licking all over the surface of my cock using only her tongue. I drove with her face in my lap and wondered if I could come without wrecking the car. She started sucking then and moving her head up and down with her lips sealed around my cock by the suction she was maintaining. It felt like a very tight cunt with a tongue that swirled around the head on the out stroke.

It was becoming more and more difficult to maintain my concentration on my driving. She was a very skillful little cocksucker. She reached with her right hand and cupped my balls where she could roll them around in her palm. Every once in a while I could feel her teeth scrape lightly along the length of my shaft. I took hold of her hair, it was in a pony tail, and began to control her movement up and down. I shoved her face all the way down on my cock until I felt the head against the back of her throat. I love that feeling of being as far in as she can take it. She gagged. That's what I was going for. I wouldn't let her up from swallowing my cock just because she was gagging. She finally got control of her reflex and continued sucking. I raised and lowered her head as if I were jacking off with her mouth. I wanted to come at just the right time. I kept looking in the rear view mirror and slowing down so another car could catch up to us. Eventually, a car with two guys in it caught up to us and was about to pass. I pounded her face onto my cock and came like a fire hose. I pulled her face away slightly so I could come on her face. Then I slowed some more to let the other car pull along side. When they were right next to us, I pulled Valerie's head from my lap and held her face toward the window. I told her to smile at the occupants of the other car. She did. My come was all over her face and I told her to lick her lips to eat the come that was on them. She did as she was told and then went a little further on her own. She stuck her tongue out and licked the come from her lips. 

I looked over at the guys in the other car and they were transfixed. Obviously, they'd never seen such a wanton slut performing in public like that. The driver was being tortured. He wanted to see the action badly, but didn't want to die in a collision. He kept shifting his gaze rapidly from the road to Valerie's come covered face. The passenger just kept his eyes glued to our window and the scene within it. Valerie reached up with her right hand and wiped the come from her nose and left cheek and then sucked it off her fingers while looking the guy in the eye. 

Then I speeded up and left them behind. We were both laughing so hard we could hardly breathe by the time we came to the next exit. We exited the highway and stopped at a service station to clean ourselves up. Valerie still had come clinging to her face and I needed to do a little clean up myself.

Valerie got out of the car and flashed her legs and cunt at anyone and everyone in view. She walked to the counter and asked for the key to the ladies room with the come still glistening on her face. She smiled the entire time. The attendant was struck dumb. He just handed her the key and couldn't say anything.

After we got cleaned up, we drove on to Omaha. A large town was just right for what I had in mind. We went to a nice hotel and got a suite.

As we entered the room, I tipped the bellman and sent him on his way. The door had no more than closed when I took Valerie by the shoulders and turned her around so she faced away from me. I walked her to the table in the dining area and bent her over at the waist forcing her torso to lie on the table. I raised her skirt up around her waist and she started to stand up. I slapped her ass hard and told her to lie back down. She did as she was told and I dropped my trousers to the floor and shoved my cock into her cunt as hard as I could. I fucked her fast and hard. The thrusts were hard enough to eventually move the table up against the far wall where I continued to ram my cock into her until I came violently. The semen leaked out of her cunt as I pulled my cock out of it. 

"Sir, you're not finished are you?" she asked.

"Yes."

"But sir, I haven't come yet."

"I'm aware of that, Valerie. You'll come when I tell you to."

"Yes, sir."

"Now, take a shower and put on the shortest skirt we bought. No panties, no bra and a tight fitting top that buttons down the front."

"Yes sir."

When she returned from the bedroom, she was wearing a dark blue micro skirt that barely covered her lovely little cunt. The outfit was completed with gold three inch open toed heels and a gold knit top unbuttoned to the waist so that the insides of her breasts were visible. It was perfect.

"Let's go have a drink," I said.

To Be Continued...



Valerie Ch. 2



Having arrived at the motel a full two hours before our agreed-upon time in order to check in and arrange the room to my own preferences, I found myself quite nervous about what might come to pass in the next few hours. As I checked the bathroom, the shower enclosure, the closet area and the furniture for unattractive and unwanted dirt and stains, I realized I was thinking about what could go wrong, rather than what might be a pleasurable experience. Would I be able to perform? Would I be able to perform at the level of her expectations? What expectations did she have? What expectations did I have? Where would this lead us? Or would this be a once-and-done event? Was I going to be physically unattractive enough that she would change her mind and leave after a few minutes? Lord, lord, the questions that coursed through my mind!

I had explained to her that the rooms at this particular establishment faced one of two ways – either toward the road (no longer a major highway since the Interstate was completed some years ago) or toward the rear of the property where a State forestland began. Of course, I had told her I would make specific arrangements for one of the rear-facing rooms. Part of our agreement was also that I would leave the door to the room I had reserved stand open an inch and would loop a necktie over the doorknob or handle (most likely a holdover from stories about college dorms, I suppose). When I heard a car slowly crunch through the gravel of the parking lot and come to a stop in front of this room, I took a moment to peek out of the heavy green drapes that covered the windows and saw that it was indeed, Valerie's silver Camry. I stepped to the door and opened it to stand silhouetted in the light so that she could see all was well. Damn!!! What if it wasn't Valerie, but her husband??? Who knows what might have transpired since last evening! But no, it was Valerie. I watched her as she stepped out of the car and went to the trunk, which she had released from inside the car, and retrieved a small leather satchel. She carried the satchel and moved toward me. 

I stepped aside and she entered the room without a backward glance. I closed the door and she stopped in the middle of the rather large room, next to the oversized bed, and dropped her satchel on it. She whirled around, making her hair flip outward and my groin flip inward, and said very softly, "I hope we know what we are doing, Ed."

I reassured her that we did, at least up until this point. I made a small joke about who knows what we are going to be doing an hour from now…. maybe we'd be back at home watching "Who Wants to be a Millionaire"…or maybe we'd be lying there on that bed behind her trying to catch our breath. She smiled at the small attempt at humor and walked to the closet alcove and hung up her coat. I was dumbstruck! She had dressed in a soft beige-colored suit make of some knit material that looked like angora. Under the suit jacket was a dark brown high-necked sweater of the same sort of material, but lighter in weight. Her legs were spectacular, flowing out from under the hem, which reached just about to the center of her knees. She was wearing stockings, I could tell that much, and my mind immediately went to the coarse reaction of hoping they were not pantyhose. 

She wore brown leather heels that were probably a half-inch higher than would normally be called for with this suit, and complimented her calves beautifully. She smiled and spoke very low when she said, "Do I look ok to you? I wasn't sure what I should wear for this." I reassured her that she was absolutely beautiful and I suppose she could tell from my breathless tone of voice and my stare, which was riveted, to her legs that I was serious. She reached out with her hands for mine. I took them and stepped close enough to smell her. Now, this was a woman! 

She smelled – not of perfumes, colognes, fruits, flowers or other false scents – clean. It was as clean a smell as a fresh shower and fragrant soap and shampoo can provide. God, how I loved it! I stood looking at her and she at me for almost a full minute without moving. She broke the momentary spell by asking if I had brought anything to drink. I had and walked to the wall unit where I showed her a bottle of a nice little German Riesling in the motel ice bucket. She smiled and said she had something a bit more gentle in mind and reached in her satchel to bring out a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream. We proceeded to drink it over ice cubes and I cannot think of a more erotic way to begin an evening. I had this idea that if and when I finally kissed her, I would be tasting chocolate all the way down to my stomach. We made small talk, she sitting in the one large chair and I on the edge of the bed. I played a bit of a naughty boy and tried to peek into the case she had brought. She jumped up and grabbed it from me, telling me I could not look inside. She explained that what was in there was for later, if there actually was going to be a "later" in this evening. I smiled at her and pulled her down next to me and asked, "What do I have to do to assure us of a very nice "later," Valerie?"

She bent just a bit closer and kissed me on the lips. I responded very, very gently with a tiny bit of pressure and spreading of mind. She relaxed, sat back and said, "I am not sure I want this, but I am not sure I don't, either. There is a whole lot here that confuses me and I am not really sure why I said I would come here in the first place. I'm not sure I came tonight because I wanted something to happen or because I just didn't want to disappear without telling you first. How can I be sure that this is going to be ok?"

Very slowly, I lifted the glass from her hand and walked to the credenza and sat it there with mine. I walked back, lifted her by the hands from the bed, picked up her satchel, retrieved her coat from the alcove and led her to the door by the elbow. "Neither of us is experienced in this, Valerie; but I want you to know that I was never more pleased about anything in my life than when you walked through this door just now. Over the past 24 hours I've come to the realization that I've wanted to make a most beautiful love with you for at least ten years. But if I have to let you go home now because you are not sure you want to allow that, then at least I will know I have come closer than any other man. That might be enough to get me through the next few years; but I know I will try again, so tonight is only a rehearsal then. I want you so much I can already taste you in the back of my mouth. I can already feel just how soft you are going to be under my fingers and lips. I can quite easily imagine how you are going to respond to my caresses and if I have to let that go, it will hurt deeply; but I am willing to let it be if you're not ready for it tonight. There will be another night."

She looked at me for a few minutes and smiled a laugh when she said she didn't know I was a poet. We both laughed at that one and she pushed the door closed again and put her arms around my neck. I dropped her coat and satchel and proceeded to kiss her softly and warmly. I could feel her heart beating like a damn native's drum in Africa – or was it my own heart in my chest and in my throat and in my ears?

We stood like that, without moving, for almost five minutes – kissing and tasting each other to test our own reaction level, I suppose. Needless to say, I was tumescent with the first real kiss and rock hard before the second ended. I was, at least, going to be able to perform – or so it appeared at this point.

I led her to the large chair and sat down, pulling her gently onto my lap sideways. She lifted her feet of her own accord and draped her knees over the left arm of the chair. She slipped an arm around my neck; I duplicated her move with one of mine around her back and we began to kiss in some serious connection. It became obvious that we were both hungry. It also became obvious that I was already at the peak of physical excitement. It was directly under her ass and hard as it could be. She whispered something into my mouth about someone being very excited already. Sucking and nibbling on each other's tongues and lips led to tender and not-so-tender tongue battles searching each other's mouths, faces, ears. I did not allow my other hand to move anywhere except to stroke her thighs on the outside of her skirt. It was not really sexual in nature, but more a tender reassurance that this is where my hand was.

I felt her move her feet and heard her shoes drop to the floor and she shifted her weight a bit more toward me. I opened my mouth and kissed her quite tenderly as I moved one hand to cup directly under her right breast. I did not hesitate. I did not creep up on it. I wanted her to know I was confident and that I wanted her. She caught her breath but did not move my hand away. I opened my hand and placed the palm against the tip of her breast and moved it in slow circles, just lightly touching her. Within seconds, her nipple grew and hardened against my palm.

I murmured into her mouth, "It looks like I'm not the only one who is excited." And I flicked at her nipple with one finger before returning to my palm circles. She actually giggled. Like a kid when she has been surprised about something and is a little embarrassed. She giggled!

Resuming my caressing and massage of her breast brought me to a level of excitement I had not experienced in a while. She was quite warm to the touch of my other hand on her back. I moved that hand to her neck and grasped a small handful of hair and tugged her head backward until she was actually lying back across the chair arm with her chest fully available. I looked directly at her while I touched both breasts, teasing at both nipples and stroking all the swells of her mounds. Our gaze never broke and she never said a word.

I quietly asked her if she was sure of what she was doing. She answered, "No, I'm not; now touch me again." And she lifted her face to kiss me, but I would not release her. I kept her there and moved my hand across her breasts and onto her stomach where I teased around the waistband of her skirt. She squirmed just a bit under my touch and that caused her skirt to ride up a bit higher until I could see a beautiful expanse of thigh. I was incredibly excited at this moment and was not exactly sure where I was going next.

Before I could decide precisely what I was going to do, she took my hand and slipped it down to where her thighs joined. She pushed my fingers into the 'V' there and clamped her thighs together. I could feel the heat through her skirt and bent to kiss her as I slid my hand down and under the hem of her skirt to caress her silky-clad thighs. She allowed them to relax and there was just enough room between them for me to touch the inner surfaces of her tender-skinned thighs. I slid my hand back and forth from knee to upper thigh, but never passed the limit at which I might touch her tender softness. I did discover, very shortly after beginning my caresses there, that she was wearing lace-topped thigh-high stockings. I breathed a mental sigh of relief at that discovery. Pantyhose are the curse of every amorous male in the world!!!

In the midst of another warm, moist kiss, her thighs parted to an extent that even a stupid man would understand was an invitation. So, I slowly accepted her invitation to touch her at the source of the warmth I felt on my fingers. I slid my left hand up and encountered an incredibly smooth, silky patch of material at the front of her velvet entrance. Well, she was wearing panties, at least, I thought to myself. I allowed my hand to move as far upward as it could, across the front panel of her panty-covered stomach and caressed every inch of her on the way back down to her heat. 

Once there, I turned my hand and slipped the fingers between her thighs to slide along the crotch panel of her panties and kept the thumb back to press on the very top edge of what I knew would be the outline of her clefted valley. To my surprise, as my hand slid inward, it encountered a decidedly wet spot on her panties. I could feel the tips of my fingers becoming coated with her emission and I smiled down at her, saying, "Now who's excited, dear thing?"

She reached up and pulled my face to hers and kissed me as her legs spread to the limit of her suit skirt. This was quite enough to flatten my hand against her pussy and squeeze it gently with my palm while I pressed inward with the thumb. For the first time, she moved without specific control. Her back arched a bit and her breath gasped into her throat around my mouth. I did not release my hold and manipulated her now-very-wet crotch with my fingers while all the time pressing and rolling my thumb at the seat of her desires. The wet spot became a sopping mess in my hand and I found it easy to slide my fingers under the seam of her panty crotch to touch the very source of that stream of wetness. 

At my touch, she groaned a bit – almost sounding like one of those fake-orgasm artists in porn videos these days – and bit my lip. I pulled at the crotch of her panties and she lifted her hips to allow the movement she must have known was coming. I pulled at her panties, not gently at all, until they were below her hips and sliding easily over her thighs. The wet crotch was clutched in my hand and I pulled them as far down as my hand would reach. I stopped at that limit and she lifted her knees to allow me to fully remove them from her feet. Now, I had to make a decision.

My usual move at this point indicates my own particular fetish about women. Normally, I would have released her lips from the suction we were applying to each other and I would have sucked the crotch of those panties directly into my mouth to gain a definitive taste of things to come. But I was not absolutely certain in my mind as to how she would react to that move, so I simply brought them up toward my face and turned to inhale their incredible scent. I say 'incredible' because while my main thrust in making love to a woman involves an extended period of oral manipulation of her pussy regions, this woman's female aroma was beyond description. Ripe. Heavy. Musky. Sweet-to-almost-cloying. All those and more, as my vocabulary for this particular event is limited. 

Then, I did release her mouth and flicked my tongue out rapidly and touched the tip of it to the wet patch of material. Now the sensation was totally different. Sharp. Tangy. Taste-bud-exciting. A bit salty. And I was in heaven. Without really thinking, I sucked the crotch into my mouth and savored every bit of what this woman was, internally.

She lay there as if in shock. I think I actually blushed because I stammered when I began to tell her what I was doing. I tried to tell her that every man has a particular fetish fantasy and mine happened to be tasting a woman's deep secretions. I told her I just love the first tang on my tongue of what was but seconds ago, deep inside her. I told her that making love to a woman's most private region is the ultimate in eroticism to me. I told her that I often prefer that to actual intercourse, and admitted it was probably because I was a control freak and thought that this was the perfect situation to be totally in control.

She laughed and reminded me that she had actually called me a control freak once in a hard-fought meeting about how things were going to run at my school. I smiled and told her that I had not remembered that particular incident until now, but it must have been propitious that I was here, now, trying to exert my control, over her specifically.

"Do I taste good?" she asked with almost a whisper.



Valerie Ch. 3



She followed me out the door obediently. On the elevator, I fondled her breast by putting my hand inside the open front of her blouse and rubbing and pinching her nipple. It was instantly hard.

We went to the hotel bar and I chose a table that was in a well lit area. I sat down against the wall and had Valerie sit next to me. I set the scene up so that we faced toward a group of men who were having some sort of party, probably a birthday celebration for one of them. They hadn't been able to take their eyes off Valerie since we walked in. I noticed a woman sitting at a table behind the men. She was alone and stunning. She was dressed very formally, as if she were going to a cocktail party, but there was only the one drink on the table. I didn't think any more about her, except to wonder how she would like the festivities I had planned.

"Valerie, slide your ass out to the edge of your chair."

She did as I instructed.

"Now open your legs as wide as the skirt will allow."

"Oh, sir. Please don't. Everyone will see."

"Yes, they will. Won't they be lucky? Do it now."

She did. The fabric was somewhat stretchy and yielded a little, allowing for a wider opening. I told her to stay in that position while I went to the bar. The men at the other table were mesmerized. I walked past them and when I reached the bar, I turned and looked at Valerie. Now I could see the same scene the men having the party could see. It was, indeed, mesmerizing. There was enough light to see all of her lovely thighs and all the way to her sweet little cunt. I had trimmed most of the hair away that morning leaving only a small patch at the top of her slit and a little down each side. It framed her pussy lips beautifully. I was pretty sure that I could see moisture glistening on the hair near the bottom of her slit. She was getting excited.

I got us two drinks and returned to my seat.

"How do you feel, Valerie?" I asked.

"Very naughty, sir."

"Good, you are very naughty. You are a little slut aren't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Whose slut are you?"

"Yours, sir."

I then noticed that the woman at the table behind the party was staring our way with a glassy look in her eyes. As I watched, I saw that she had one hand beneath the table and appeared to be rubbing herself. 

"Sir, I need to go to the ladies room. I've had too much to drink. May I go?"

"You may."

As soon as she left the room, the woman at the other table walked over to me and said, "That was beautiful. She's beautiful. Thank you for letting me see that."

"You're most welcome. I see you appreciate a pretty pussy."

"Oh, yes. That's the prettiest I've seen in a long time."

"Wouldn't you like to see it up close?"

"What do you mean?"

"After we go back to our room and get settled, you could come up and join us."

"Oh yes. I'd love to."

"Here," I said handing her the room number I'd written on a napkin. "Be there at precisely nine PM. What is your name?"

"I'll be there," she said. "My name is Stephanie."

Valerie came back and I had her put on a little more show for the guys at the party. I made her bend over to adjust the strap on her shoe which exposed her lovely little tits quite well. As she sat up again, she looked toward the party table and held her gaze on the poor bastards. Those guys were going to have blue balls tonight. Then I had her stand and bend over with her back to them to pick up her purse from the floor. This exposed the lower half of her ass cheeks and her cunt as the skirt rode up. I ordered her to wiggle her ass. 

"Like this sir," she said as she did a slow swaying motion created by shifting her weight from one leg to the other and back again.

"Very nice, Valerie."

I figured we had tormented the poor boys long enough and besides it was eight fifteen already.

"Let's go Valerie. Strut your way out of here and back up to the room. Show them what they wish they could have."

She did a strut that any runway model would have been proud of. Her hips seemed to have a life of their own. She walked slowly and languorously at my side. At the door, I turned and smiled at the party. They all grinned back. They knew the show had been for them and they appreciated it.

When we got to the room, I had Valerie undress completely and lie on the bed. I took some nylon straps out of my suitcase and tied one to each leg of the bed. I slipped padded cuffs with velcro closures around Valerie's wrists and ankles and secured those to the straps. Then I pulled the straps taut so that her legs were spread wide and her arms stretched over her head. She was very relaxed and seemed to be enjoying the feeling of being trussed up so that she was helpless. Then I took out a blindfold. Her eyes got bigger and the fear was back.

She said, "Please don't cover my eyes. I'll do whatever you want."

"Of course you will, Sweetheart. You have no choice."

"But I don't want to be in the dark."

"I know, but it will be best for you now. You must learn to trust me," I said as I placed the blindfold over her eyes and secured it with the straps around her head so that she couldn't dislodge it.

"Yes, sir. Please don't hurt me."

"Don't worry, little one. You will be fine."

Then I started to caress her body from head to toe. I started by massaging her forehead and face. I slowly rubbed my thumbs along her cheekbones and around to the corners of her mouth. I inserted my index finger between her lips and she opened her mouth and began to suck my finger. I could tell she would rather have had a cock to suck. Then I massaged her shoulders and chest and lingered over each breast. The nipples became hard and pointed rigidly at the ceiling. Her breathing was becoming quicker and she had accepted her inability to see what was happening to her. She was relying only on what she could feel. Each time I shifted my touch to a new location, she responded with a quick intake of breath, almost a gasp. She was getting into it now.

As my massage proceeded lower to her sweetly curved little belly, she moaned. I was approaching the center of her being then and she anticipated my touch on her fragrant little cunt and especially on her clit. Instead, I went to her toes. I kissed and sucked each one of those delightful little digits in its turn. It tickled her a little, but she got past that. I then massaged her calves and her thighs, gradually working my way higher and closer to the place she wanted me. It was almost nine p.m. and Stephanie would be arriving in a moment. I gently touched Valerie's clit with my thumb and she groaned. I stepped away from the bed and Valerie was distraught.

"Sir, aren't you going to do more to me?"

"Absolutely. Just not at the moment. I have to go into the other room for a few moments. You wait here quietly."

"Yes, sir. Please hurry back."

I went into the living room and closed the bedroom door leaving Valerie alone to contemplate the possibilities that awaited her. She could never have anticipated what was in store for her.

I opened the door to the hallway and waited for Stephanie. I didn't want her to knock and spoil the surprise.

At precisely nine p.m. she appeared in the doorway. She looked stunning. She had changed her attire. She wore white hip hugger type pants that appeared to be of some type of crocheted fabric. It was very transparent and only had an opaque area over her cunt. She filled those trousers well. She also wore a matching top with only two strategically placed opaque areas. The top was short and left her midriff uncovered. Her hair was blonde and very long. It hung almost to her waist and was fixed in a pony tail. Her face was oval and she had wide set blue eyes that seemed somewhat innocent looking considering her attire. Her lips were the sort that, when relaxed, assumed a frowning appearance that was most seductive. Her shoes were white five inch heeled sandals. She just said, "Are we still on?"

"Certainly," I replied. "Come on in, but don't say anything once we go into the bedroom. I want you to take your clothes off here in the living room and not make any noise at all when we go inside."

"OK, whatever gets you off."

"It's not me you're here to get off is it?"

"No, but we can work that in too, if you want."

"Maybe later, but first things first."

She started pulling the top over her head before I got the door closed. Her breasts were quite large, but natural. They appeared firm, but not overly so. They didn't need any help standing out.

I told her she would have to agree to do exactly as I said during the entire encounter, or I would not allow her to participate. She agreed.

"Stephanie, when we go into the bedroom, you are not to make any sounds unless I tell you to. I will direct your actions through hand signals initially. Do only what I tell you when I tell you. I will see to it that your experience will be memorable."


"Sure, I can do that," she said as she was removing her pants. This revealed an absolutely gorgeous ass and cunt. Her pubic hair was the same blonde as her head. It appeared soft and straight and had been trimmed to a very small patch of hair surrounding her cunt. Obviously, she wore bikinis a lot. The tan line revealed that.

"OK, let's go in," I said.

I opened the door to the bedroom and revealed Valerie's predicament to Stephanie. When Stephanie saw Valerie was totally helpless as she lay there tied to the bed, she mouthed the word "WOW."

Valerie said, "Sir, are you coming back to finish playing with me?"

"Yes, Valerie. I'm ready to resume our game. How would you like to have your pussy licked?" I said.

"Oh, my. Yes sir. I would love that."

Valerie's legs were spread wide due to the way she was tied. I motioned Stephanie to the foot of the bed and went around behind her. I placed my hand on the top of her head and pressed down and forward indicating that she should lie down between Valerie's legs. She did so without hesitation.

Valerie said, "Ohhh... Please sir, lick my cunt. Make me come with your mouth."

"Yes, my little slut. You will come as you never have before."

I motioned for Stephanie to begin working on Valerie's cunt. She started by rubbing her hand over Valerie's mound which caused Valerie to try to push her hips up to meet the hand. She couldn't move much due to her bindings. She gasped at the touch. Then Stephanie slowly traced the lips of Valerie's cunt with her index finger. Valerie was shivering now, but not because she was cold. Stephanie pressed her nose into Valerie's cunt and inhaled deeply. Then again. She seemed to love the scent of Valerie's cunt. 

"Please lick me sir," begged Valerie.

I moved around where Stephanie could look up and see me and motioned for her to lick Valerie. Stephanie stuck her tongue out and used it to trace the lips of that beautiful little hole as she had just used her finger. 

Valerie moaned and tried to push her cunt into Stephanie's face. The bonds held her in place.

Stephanie began to lick from the bottom of Valerie's slit to the top and ended each stroke with a flick of her tongue on Valerie's clit. Each time she did this, Valerie jumped as if from an electric shock. Stephanie increased the speed of the licks and Valerie was moaning continuously. Then Stephanie began to suck on Valerie's clit and lick the little nub rapidly while she sucked. Valerie was delirious now. She couldn't have spoken an intelligible word if she'd tried.

Now it was time for the climax, no pun intended, of the event. While Stephanie continued to lick Valerie and drive her closer and closer to orgasm, I approached the head of the bed and took hold of the straps on the blindfold. With one pull, I freed the velcro closures and Valerie's eyes were wide open. She blinked rapidly a few times and then focused on me standing by her head. Then it dawned on her that I was there, but she was still being licked. I could see the recognition in her eyes. She looked down between her legs and saw the beautiful woman feasting on her cunt and was startled. She began to shake her head from side to side.

"NO! Please NO! I'm not that kind of girl. Oh...Uh...Oh God. It's so good. Please don't. Please. I don't want this. Oh. Yes. Oh. Yes lick my cunt. Uhhhhhhhh! I'm coming," she said and began her orgasm which was accompanied by a combination of a growl and a scream. It alternated from low to high pitched. It was a purely primal sound. She thrashed about so hard that I wondered if the thin nylon straps might give out. They didn't. 

Stephanie continued to lick and suck Valerie as she came down from the heights of ecstasy. When Valerie finally calmed down, Stephanie raised her head up and smiled. Valerie's juices were running down her chin and she licked her lips.

"Valerie, this is Stephanie. She and I talked in the bar while you were in the ladies room. Say hello to Stephanie," I said.

"Yes, sir. Hello Stephanie," Valerie replied.

"I'm verrrrrry glad to meet you Valerie," Stephanie purred.

"Stephanie, how did you like licking Valerie's cunt?" I asked.

"It was the most delicious cunt I ever tasted," she replied.

"Valerie, how did you like it when Stephanie was licking you?" I asked.

"Oh, sir. I don't know. I've never done anything like that before. I never wanted to do that. Why did you make me do it?" she said.

"You didn't answer the question," I told her.

"Sir, I can't lie. I did like the way it felt, but I didn't know it was a woman who was licking me. I thought it was you."

"You didn't think it was me after I removed the blindfold. How did it feel then?"

"Yes sir. When I saw it was Stephanie, I was terrified. I wanted her to stop, but then she kept licking and then I couldn't help myself. I loved the feeling and I came harder than I ever have before."

"You'll want to do that again sometime won't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now, poor Stephanie hasn't had an orgasm yet. She worked very hard to give you one. What should we do about that?"

"Are you going to fuck her, sir?" she said with a plaintive look.

"I might. Is that the only way we can help her out?"

"Oh, no. Please don't. I can't do that. I've never done such a thing, not ever. Please sir, don't make me do it."

"Do what Valerie?"

"Please don't make me lick her cunt, sir."

"I think it's only fair. You had the best orgasm of your life and that was thanks to Stephanie's tongue. I would think you'd want to return the favor. It would be rude not to do so, don't you think?"

"Yes, sir, but I don't think I can."

"Sure you can. You want to please me don't you?"

"Yes sir. You know that's what I want."

"This would please me. It would be very pleasing to watch Stephanie sit on your face and see you make her come with your lovely mouth. All you have to do is lick her the way you like to be licked."

"If it pleases you, I'll do my best sir."

"That's all I ask, Valerie. Stephanie, get on the bed straddling Valerie and turn around with your ass facing the head of the bed. Then sit on Valerie's face and she will make you come."

"Oh, yeah," Stephanie replied.

She got in position and slowly lowered her cunt onto Valerie's face. She hesitated just an inch from making contact and Valerie whimpered. Stephanie smiled broadly and pushed her cunt onto the waiting mouth beneath her. She started to slide her cunt back and forth over Valerie's face and soon that lovely face was covered in the shiny juices leaking from Stephanie's cunt. I told Valerie to lick like she had been told to. I could tell by the satisfied smile that came to Stephanie's face that Valerie had followed my directions. Stephanie was sitting up balancing on her knees and Valerie's face. She was rubbing and pinching her big, gorgeous tits with both hands. I'd never seen a prettier sight.

I moved down to the foot of the bed and crawled up between Valerie's wide spread legs. I took my cock and rubbed it around in circles against Valerie's blood engorged pussy. It was very bright red on the inside and the lips were puffy with excitement. She began to try to impale herself on my cock. Her bonds did not allow her enough movement to be successful.

I took careful aim and rammed my cock into Valerie's cunt. She responded with a sudden, guttural grunt that was muffled by Stephanie's cunt pressing down on her mouth. 

She tried to move her hips in time with my thrusts, but finally just relaxed and accepted the rhythm I established. As I fucked her sweet pussy, I reached over and assumed the responsibility for fondling Stephanie's tits. They were so large and begged to be squeezed. I kneaded them as if they were bread dough and then pinched the nipples hard.

"Yes, hurt them," Stephanie demanded.

I took her at her word. I pinched and kneaded them harder and harder. She began to ride Valerie's mouth faster and faster. Then I started slapping her tits and she went wild. She was slamming her cunt down onto Valerie's face and started pinching Valerie's nipples as she rode her face like a wild woman.

I could tell Stephanie was about to come and stopped slapping her tits to give them a final pinch. I pinched her nipples as hard as I could and rammed into Valerie's cunt with equal vigor.

Stephanie started a high pitched squeal and held her cunt on Valerie's face. Valerie was obviously licking for all she was worth.

Stephanie yelled, "Lick my cunt you little bitch. God damn, I'm coming. Oh God, here we go. This is it. Damn. Yes, you little cunt licker. That's it. Ohhhhhh, Yessssss. Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Then I started to come in Valerie's cunt. It seemed like it would never stop. I came and came and pulled my cock out of her cunt and it was still spurting. Stephanie saw it and bent over to take the last few drops from the head of my cock into her mouth. Then she licked up what had squirted onto Valerie's abdomen.

I pulled away from Valerie's pussy. As soon as I did, Stephanie leaned down and started licking Valerie's cunt again. She cleaned all the come she could get from Valerie's cunt. It was the most amazing sight I'd ever seen. Two beautiful women licking each other's cunts and loving every second of it.

They slowly came back to earth and stopped licking each other. Stephanie collapsed on top of Valerie and they lay there for a while until their breathing returned to near normal. Finally, I told Stephanie that she had done a wonderful job and complimented Valerie on her work as well. 

Then it was time for Stephanie to leave. I helped her get dressed again and escorted her to the door. She gave me her business card and told me to be sure to call her if I had any more ideas like this. I assured her I'd be in touch.

I returned to Valerie who was still tied to the bed. She was exhausted. I released her from her bonds and she just lay on the bed without moving. I lay down beside her and took her in my arms. She nuzzled her face into the hollow of my neck and sighed. I asked her how she felt.

"Sir, I feel satisfied, happy, naughty and so very slutty. Thank you for giving me such a wonderful time."

"You are most welcome," I said as I kissed her lips and tasted the juices that were still on her face from Stephanie's cunt. "You've done very well. You pleased me very much. You even licked her pussy when you didn't want to."

"Sir, I didn't want to, but I'm glad I did. I loved it. I wanted to please you so much, but I didn't realize I would like it so much," she said.

"That's my little slut. I'm sure we'll find many things you'll like that you were unaware of. Go to sleep now. We'll talk more in the morning."

We both drifted off to sleep. There was no need for dreams.



Valerie Ch. 3



To the reader: what you are about to read is the ramblings of an "older" man who is currently spending a good bit of his time adjusting to the realization that the number of years in which he will continue to be sexually active is decreasing rapidly. As he reaches his 64th birthday this summer, he understands that not only will his physical capabilities begin to suffer, but the actual availability of willing partners will also begin to wane. His marital situation – 40+ years wed – has done nothing to satisfy his desires, as his wife is one who was brought up in her early years to believe that sexual relations were a bare necessity and nothing else. 

They are necessary for "wifely duties" during the first few years of a marriage and they are necessary for "reproduction purposes" during the period of time when it is convenient to produce a family. But, in her way of thinking, there is simply no other reason to engage in any sort of physical relationship after a family is produced. Nothing that this older man could do or say within the past 26 years has had any impact on her mind-set. He has, therefore, sought physical comfort and solace outside of the marriage. He has enjoyed several long-term relationships over the 26 years since his youngest child was born; and has, on infrequent occasions, taken a chance on "one-night-stand" involvements. 

Just recently, he has come to the realization that he may face the next 20-30 years (his health is perfect) without any sort of physical involvement with the opposite sex. This has caused him much mental anguish because he realizes that even though his physical needs will diminish with time and age, his mental and emotional requirements will not. There have been moments of panic in the past few months, but he has now begun a campaign of getting "as much as he can, as often as he can, as long as he can" in the hopes that his recent memories will serve him well when he reaches the point that females will not consider a physical relationship with him. 

Here follows the third in a series of events that have taken place within the bounds of that campaign. There will be future episodes as they develop and come to fruition. 

The stories will be told in the first person, simply for ease of writing. It will be up to the reader to determine whether these chapters are autobiographical or not. 

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"Do I taste good?" she asked with almost a whisper.

Rather than respond, I bent and kissed her mouth, transferring her taste from my tongue to hers. I heard, or rather felt, a vibrating in her throat as she groaned just a bit at the taste of her sweetness in her own mouth.

"Somehow, I have the feeling that this is not the first time you've tasted yourself, Valerie. Is there something I should know?" I asked her softly.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Edward. It was a long time ago," she whispered distantly, almost as if she had left the room and was now re-living an event of the past.

I decided to take a chance here. I don't know why, but the thought occurred to me that Valerie might have had a homosexual experience when she was younger. I raised the panties to my nose again and while savoring the scent of a woman said to her, "Hmmm, twenty or so years ago; in college; a roommate or a close friend; she was attracted to you; the two of you experimented with each other; you still aren't sure whether you liked it or whether it was just the excitement of it being so totally forbidden. Am I close?"

Her breath rushed out of her in one, huge explosion and she almost cried, "Ed, I never told anyone. How could you have known? She was beautiful. Blonde. Short. Big breasts. Lips so full they looked puffy. And she said she loved me. I didn't really understand what we were doing until it was too late to stop. Oh, God, was it that terrible? What you must think of me, admitting that like this!" And she turned her head as if to hide from my eyes.

I used the material of her panties, wrapped around my hand, to turn her face to me again. I placed the wet crotch of the garment against her mouth and pressed open her lips. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and I slid my hand down across her body, up under the hem of her skirt and placed it directly on her mound, cupping and squeezing slightly.

"I think it is one of the most beautiful things a woman can do for another woman. She probably did love you, Valerie; I can understand how easy that would be. And how did you feel about her, dear?"

She was squirming a bit under my hand and she lifted the panties from her mouth, but not away from her face, when she replied, "The first time I was terrified and almost turned off; but the more time we spent together and the more she showed me how to return her love, the more I liked it. I was in heaven every time she made love to me. I understood, really, that I was using her as a release because there was no way I could get pregnant by making love with her. I was always scared of that in high school and college and only ever went all the way with a boy once before I got married. I liked it, Ed; I really did. Sometimes I miss her. Sometimes I wish she were in my bed when Charles is away. Somehow it would be OK if it were her; somehow it would be safe. Oh, I don't know. I'm so confused sometimes!" and she turned away again, but did not release the panties from her hand, close to her face.

Bending toward her, I trapped the panties between her face and mine and manipulated them until we were kissing, nibbling and sucking at each other's mouth with them sliding between our lips. I increased the pressure of my left hand on her swollen lips below and felt the moisture seep out onto the palm of my hand, and I allowed my thumb to find that small bump that signified her treasure. I circled my thumb around and around the fleshy hood that hid her and pushed and pulled gently with the tip as I kissed her again, and again with the panties between our faces. "I only hope I can make you feel half as good as she did, Valerie," I murmured into her mouth. "I want to make you warm and soft and wet so that you understand a man can love as softly and tenderly as she did."

She stretched and put both arms around my neck, pulling herself up and against me as my thumb explored her fleshy trigger. She pulled the panties away from our mouths and kissed me so softly, so tenderly, that I thought she was going to cry. "Make love to me, Ed; make me feel soft and warm again. Make me feel like I am special. I need that. I need you. I need something more."

And I began. 

While my thumb traced circles around her tiny clit's hiding place, my fingers worked at the lips surrounding her velvet garden. I pulled, pushed, twisted and spread them until she was expressing her warmth in two fashions: by breathing heavy moans into my mouth as we kissed, and by pouring out her nectars onto my hand. She was, indeed, a very wet woman at this point.

"I want to see you, Valerie; I want to see everything that is yours and that you will give to me tonight. Show me. Give me the gift," I whispered to her as one finger teased at the entrance to her grotto.

She clamped her thighs together, kissed me hard on the mouth, and slid off my lap and onto the floor. She righted herself, retrieved her shoes, and stood facing me, not four feet away. She put her hands on her hips, spread her legs in a stance that invited comparison to any Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition model, and told me to sit back and relax.

"If I'm going to do this, Ed, I'm going to do it right. Remember your little remark about an old man's fantasy the other night? Well, this has always been one of my fantasies, and if I don't lose my courage half-way through, I'm going to live it out right now."

And she unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall into a puddle of beige material at her feet. She stepped out of it and flicked it onto my lap with the toes of one foot. At this point, I needed something on my lap to cover the ever-growing wet spot in my pants. She pulled the hem of her sweater down low and caught it around her buttocks so fast that I got hardly more than a glimpse of her triangle. Now, it looked like she was wearing a very tight, brown, knit sweater-dress. The stretched material hugged every line, crease and curve of her body and I could not help but grin. "Oh, you like this look, do you, Ed," she laughed. "Well, just sit tight, because there's more to come.

Now, she did one of those moves that confound men every time they see it. Remember the movie "Flashdance" where the young dancer takes off her bra without ever removing her sweatshirt? Well, Valerie had mastered the art and with a few tugs and pulls under her sweater, the bra was in her hands and flying across the space to land on my shoulder. I turned my head and pressed my cheek against its warmth and was surprised at the material. Beige, of course, to accompany the ensemble; but of such a sheer stretch material that it almost seemed as if it wasn't big enough to hold her breasts. The cups must have been subjected to great stress while they held her globes inside.

May I digress here a bit, dear reader, to discuss her breasts? Up until this point, I have not really paid much attention to them. As I have said before, I am not a breast man. I never have been and probably never will be. Her breasts were smallish, but quite round now that I could see them outlined by the stretched material of her sweater. If I were a bit more versed in women's bra sizes, I could probably guess that they were somewhere in the 34-36 B-cup range. Of course, I had not seen them as yet, but their shape might fall into that measurement category. Was I going to see them now? All she was wearing was the pair of heels, the thigh-highs and the pulled-taut sweater. She had very little else to remove, so I figured I would soon be treated to a vision. She would have to lift the sweater to remove it and thereby give me a glorious view of my eventual goal -- the magic triangle between her legs. I relaxed, as much as I could under the circumstances, and fixed my eyes on the spot where I knew heaven was going to appear.

Of course the best laid plans of mice and men….etc. Instead of lifting the hem of the sweater to pull it over her head, she used both hands to stretch the huge cowl neck and began to pull it downward, over her shoulders. She hesitated for a few seconds, leaving her shoulders and the upper part of her chest bare, and it looked like she was wearing one of those peasant-style garments so popular when I was quite a bit younger. She continued to lower the sweater and managed to pull each arm from the body of the sweater, leaving it around her like a knit tube-top, covering her from top-swell of breast to just below the apex of her thighs. I could see nothing!

"No fair! No fair!" I chuckled. "You are a tease; a supreme tease. And you're good at it. Was this the fantasy? To drive an old man absolutely crazy with lustful anticipation?"

She giggled again, causing her unfettered breasts to jiggle under the tightly-pulled material of the sweater. "Not really, Ed; I've always wanted to do a striptease for men. I guess that the reaction on your face is enough to make up for the fact that there is only one man here as an audience instead of a hundred." And she grinned at me.

"Well, dear, if this is your fantasy, I am delighted to be taking part in it. Please continue along the same lines. I'm enjoying it immensely and cannot wait to see the rest of the package you've brought me."

With an absolutely wicked gleam in her eye, she tugged the top of the sweater down until it barely covered her aureoles and teased me by lifting and pulling at it, but never actually lowering it any farther. "C'mon, woman; I can't stand the tension!" I breathed huskily.

And down it came, into a wide band of brown knit caressing her waist and hips. The sweater still covered her stomach and pussy, but her breasts were now bared to my hungry eyes to feast on. And devour them, they did. There she stood, in the yellow light of the two lamps in the room, a veritable goddess with alabaster skin and her tawny red hair tousled and thrown back off her shoulders. 

Her breasts were totally, irrevocably gorgeous. They were so well proportioned to her body and to each other that I thought for a fleeting moment that they were not real. They were perfectly round, like small, pink grapefruit. But their size and their shape was not their most interesting attribute. Directly in the center of those soft-skinned breasts was a pair of the largest circular aureoles I have ever seen on a woman. The aureoles themselves absolutely had to measure 2 ½ - 3 inches in diameter. They were dark, dark rose in color and were already crinkled with her excitement. (I'd much rather attribute their condition to excitement, rather than to a chill in the room.) They puckered and tilted the very ends of her breasts into tiny cones, which pointed slightly upward. For a woman of her age, those breasts were magnificently firm and solid-looking. 

And the nipples… taut, darker rose than the surrounding aureoles… and fat! Not long, but incredibly thick. They sat there in the middle of their rose-colored lily pads like small shitake mushrooms…just begging to be eaten.

Valerie placed both palms on her breasts, covering them and shielding them from my burning gaze. "Like what you see, Ed?" she giggled. "I call them my 'bunnies' because they are so small and cute. I sometimes wish they were bigger, but the look in your eyes tells me it doesn't matter to you."

I smiled my Cheshire cat smile and ran my tongue over my dry lips to indicate my specific idea for those tiny bunnies.

Now, where would the plan take her? I was almost straining in my seat to get a look at the mossy Mound of Venus that I knew lay just behind that covering of brown knit. I could feel my salivary glands paining in their anticipation of the taste that valley would provide for my mouth and tongue. I felt the saliva begin to run freely in my mouth and knew that if she did not hurry, I would have to jump out of the damn seat and grab her.

But, it was not to be. She teased me a few more minutes with twirls around the room so I could get a good look at her legs and back as she danced for me. And she repeatedly cupped her breasts and played with them, rolling and pinching the nipples. I could see them grow harder as she did and filed this fact away in my memory – she liked to have them played with. I wondered if she liked someone sucking and nibbling on them.

I waited for nearly five minutes of her dancing, prancing, and caressing herself before I said anything. "Dear God, woman, what are you trying to do to me? Get on with it! Take off that sweater and let me see what I have been dying to see for years now. I want you. I want all of you and you're still hiding something from me. Hurry!"

She grinned an evil, wicked grin and leaned directly into my face, breasts hardly dangling at all with the small, firm shape, and whispered, "Not yet, lover; I have to slip into something more comfortable first." And with that, she nimbly skipped to the corner of the room where her satchel was lying, picked it up and danced into the bathroom in one fluid motion that left me open-mouthed and staring at the closed door.

I stood up, hung her skirt on a hanger in the closet alcove, and tried to arrange myself in my pants so that the wet spot would not show quite so much. I could not help but wonder what she had in store for me now. I was slipping off my shoes when I heard the click of the bathroom door and turned to see her. "No. Sit on the edge of the bed and close your eyes. I want this to be a surprise."

I followed her instructions and waited. I could sense her coming nearer, though I heard nothing but the rustle of something silky as she approached me. Was she still wearing the heels and stockings? The carpet would muffle the sound of her shoes. I listened very closely and heard that unmistakable swish of two stocking-clad thighs rubbing lightly against one another, and sighed. God, how I wanted to feel those stockings on my cheeks as I loved her pussy with my mouth!

Now, I could feel her directly in front of me; I could smell her scent – now different from the earlier sample – the scent of rose petals and spring air seemed to fill the space in front of me, but there was something else…something thick, heavy, a womanly musk that set my nerve ends jangling inside my skin. I could feel the hair on my arms twitch and stand on end as she gave me instructions to open my eyes.

Oh, good Jesus! I had certainly died and gone to heaven! Standing in front of me was a heavenly vision of such angelic proportions that I knew I was dreaming. From bottom to top: her heels, still in place, with ankles closed tightly against each other; her long, elegant legs slightly hidden by the sleekest of silk gowns in a tender, soft champagne color; the front of the gown did not quite close and I could tell it was designed that way. I followed my eyes upward along the line between her legs and noticed that the opening of the gown remained constant in width all the way to the top of her thighs. There she was, proudly displayed not two feet in front of me. "Oh, God, Valerie; she is beautiful! I love her before I ever touch her. She is magnificent!"


"Thank you, Ed; Charles is always asking me to shave, and I keep telling him I did not want to look like a 12-year-old ever again. I don't know why some men get so excited over a bald vagina!"

I almost laughed out loud. "Vagina?!? I don't believe you said that! You sound like a walking textbook! Vagina! Oh, my living Lord!" and I almost convulsed in laughter as she stood there with a look on her face that would fry eggs.

"I'm just not used to talking about it, that's all. What should I call it? My pussy? Would you rather I called it my pussy?" she threw at me while she took a playful swipe at my head with her hand.

I told her she could call it anything she wanted except vagina. I failed biology and health when I was in high school and did not want to repeat the course here. She asked, acting movie-star seductively, if I wanted to review my Anatomy course with her, and took a step closer. Her pussy was not six inches in front of my face now, smelling ripe and delicious, covered in such a thick thatch of dark auburn hair that I could see nothing of her lips or the cleft between them. It was a veritable overgrown meadow of curls. I was in love. I was simply mesmerized. I could not take my eyes off that bush. "Forgive me for staring, Valerie, but I have never seen anything like her in my entire life. She is absolutely, stunningly beautiful…so natural…so real…so incredibly lush. I want her. I want to possess her, to love her, to stroke her, to touch her, to eat her. I want her to belong to me. Give her to me now, Valerie; let me kiss the center of our universe," and I leaned forward to kiss that lushness.

She took a half-step back and put her hands on my face to keep me from reaching her. I looked up and decided that this was not the time to push any advantage. I would play her game. She seemed to be setting the pace and I was pleased thus far, so why not relax and enjoy the ride.

I took in the remaining effect of her presence above me: slim waist with the gown drawn tight with a satin band; V-necked halter top that covered her breasts with two wide strips of that gorgeous champagne silk; nipples hugely bulging against the confines of those silk restraints; sides, arms and back, completely bare. She certainly had thought about pleasing me, or so I assumed at the time. I spent several minutes reaching and touching, stroking, feeling the material at different parts of her body….legs, hips, buttocks, waist, stomach, breasts….and telling her exactly how erotically beautiful she really was.




Valerie Ch. 3



While never breaking eye contact with her, I stood up from my perch on the edge of the bed, sliding my hands up along her thighs, hips, ribcage and onto her shoulders as I came face to face with her and kissed her. Her arms slid around my neck and her body molded itself against the lines of my own. I could feel the heat of her skin through my own clothing and searched her bare back with my fingers, touching and caressing.

She sighed a deep, contented sigh and told me that she was now satisfied that this evening would be special. I asked about the gown; had Charles bought it for her? Had she bought it for this evening?

She leaned back in my arms and kissed my lips lightly and said that, no, Charles did not even know this gown existed. The gown had been a present from her 'friend' from college days. She had given it to her to wear when they made love the night before graduation. Valerie had never been with her since that day and had never worn the gown with anyone else. I told her how honored I felt and kissed her warmly. She spread her feet wider and allowed my thigh to press inward against her forested valley. I could feel both the heat and the moisture seeping through my own trousers and knew I now had to make the next move.

Swiftly, before she could regain control, I turned her around with her back to the bed and lowered her buttocks until they rested right on the edge. I continued to kiss her and slowly knelt down on the floor in front of her. I kissed my way all around the contours of her face. I made my way down the side of her neck, nuzzling her hair and finding that small spot where shoulder and neck converge and kissed her there as well. My fingers untied the halter strap behind her neck and drew the two separate pieces down and away, to hang at her waist. Her breasts now touched my shirt, the nipples piercing through to touch my skin with their hardness. I allowed my hands to slide down from her shoulders, across the swells and around them and under them and then circling the taut nipples and rolling them between thumbs and forefingers as I tugged at them lightly.

I could smell another fresh rush of her scent surging up toward my nostrils as if her pussy was announcing her readiness for me. I bent forward and captured one nipple, then the other and subjected each of them to a tongue-loving that neither was accustomed to, I could tell. Round and round and round, my tongue drew rough circles along the crinkled edges of her aureoles and flicked its tip at her swollen nubbins. God, I was in heaven!

And I allowed my lips to trace the valley between her small breasts and follow a direct line down across her stomach and nuzzled my face at the juncture of her thighs. Sitting erect as she was, I could not gain complete entrance, so I raised my face and took her hands to urge her to lie back on the bed. She followed my lead with a gracious sigh and spread her hair into an auburn halo on the bed around her face. Her legs were hanging over the edge of the bed and I used my face, kissing her thighs, to nudge them apart. When I had them far enough apart to see the wealth of the world curling in front of my face, I lifted them over my shoulders so her calves hung down behind me and I was in control. I leaned forward, and tracing a wet line up the inside of her left thigh, reached the object of my increasing desire where I placed a soft, warm kiss – directly on the center of her aromatic pussy.

She jumped as if shocked and her pussy bumped into my face, causing my lips to press against hers and force another flow of her juices out. They quickly coated my beard and my lips and I tasted her ambrosia again, this time directly from the source.

I looked up at her and said, "Valerie, my love?" She lifted her head from the bed enough to see me looking up at her through tendrils of shiny-wet auburn curls and questioned me with her eyes. "My love, I am about to touch you where few have touched you before. I sincerely hope that I can, at least, re-create what you had with your friend when you were younger. I have no insecurity issues, love; if you wish to fantasize that I am she, then do it. I want to bring you to a level of pleasure and excitement that you haven't felt in a while. If your mind must dismiss me as a participant and use her memory as a replacement, then so be it. But, my dear woman, I am going to love you; have no doubt about that. I am going to love you until I am satisfied, and if all goes as planned, that should be quite a bit longer than it takes for you, yourself, to reach a level of satisfaction." 

And I bent my head to my task, kissing the very juncture of fat pussy lips and thighs, tracing that crease with the tip of my tongue, circling around and around the edges of her sex without ever really touching more than a tip here and a tip there. I continued this tease until the scent emanating from within her had increased to a level I had honestly not been prepared for. She was wondrously fragrant and promised a taste of gods' nectars if and when I chose to partake.

And I opened my mouth and circled her fleshy hood, flicking at its entrance with the tip of my ever-searching tongue. A flick to the resident of that hood…and she screamed.



Valerie Ch. 4



To the reader: what you are about to read is the ramblings of an "older" man who is currently spending a good bit of his time adjusting to the realization that the number of years in which he will continue to be sexually active is decreasing rapidly. As he reaches his 64th birthday this summer, he understands that not only will his physical capabilities begin to suffer, but the actual availability of willing partners will also begin to wane. 

His marital situation – 40 years wed – has done nothing to satisfy his desires, as his wife is one who was brought up in her early years to believe that sexual relations were a bare necessity and nothing else. They are necessary for "wifely duties" during the first few years of a marriage and they are necessary for "reproduction purposes" during the period of time when it is convenient to produce a family. But, in her way of thinking, there is simply no other reason to engage in any sort of physical relationship after a family is produced. Nothing that this older man could do or say within the past 40 years has had any impact on her mind-set. He has, therefore, sought physical comfort and solace outside of the marriage. 

He has enjoyed several long-term relationships over the 26 years since his youngest child was born; and has, on infrequent occasions, taken a chance on "one-night-stand" involvements. Just recently, he has come to the realization that he may face the next 20-30 years (his health is perfect) without any sort of physical involvement with the opposite sex. This has caused him much mental anguish because he realizes that even though his physical needs will diminish with time and age, his mental and emotional requirements will not. There have been moments of panic in the past few months, but he has now begun a campaign of getting "as much as he can, as often as he can, as long as he can" in the hopes that his recent memories will serve him well when he reaches the point that females will not consider a physical relationship with him. 

Here follows the fourth in a series of events that have taken place within the bounds of that campaign. There will be future episodes as they develop and come to fruition. 

The stories will be told in the first person, simply for ease of writing. It will be up to the reader to determine whether these chapters are autobiographical or not. 

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And she screamed. Her hand immediately flew to her mouth to stifle her scream and it gradually evolved into a guttural moaning that vibrated through her entire body. I could feel it in the lips of her pussy that were now coating my face with her dews of delight.

And in the shadow of that scream I extended my tongue and flattened it against her pussy lips, swiping from the bottom to the top of her now-wet slit. I lifted my tongue and repeated the move, once, twice……..six or seven times, pulling her pussy curls as I pressed the flat of my tongue against her as it covered the entire surface of her steaming organ of desire. And as I slid upwards for the final swipe, I used my fingers to spread her lips slightly and on the next pass, I used only the tip of my tongue to slip inside the opening that my hands had created. I teased the surfaces there with the tip of my tongue and slid upwards to the hood that hid her love-nub and then back down…a dozen times. She was thrashing and her hips were moving as if she was trying to escape the assault on her pudenda by my tongue. She gasped and almost hiccupped in trying to get enough breath to fill those lungs being rapidly inflated and deflated by the electric shocks running through her body. "Oh, Jesus, Ed; what are you doing? This is not what I expected! Jesus! Oh, stop! Stop! No, shit; don't stop! Don't stop doing whatever you're doing!" she almost shouted at me.

I took her at her word and used both hands to slowly spread her lips and place my pursed mouth against her velvet opening. I sucked at every surface I could reach, pulling flesh into my mouth to be licked and nibbled and removed, only to be replaced by another delicious morsel of pussy. I was at a veritable vagina buffet and could not get enough. Nor could she, judging by the sounds coming from her mouth and throat.

Now was the time. I felt her thigh muscles clenching and her stomach muscles beginning to spasm. I plunged my mouth as deep between her spread lips as possible and slipped my tongue deep into her cunt. I licked and slurped and sucked at the liquid gold that seeped, then flowed, out of her depths until she had both hands clamped in the hair on the back of my head and was pulling my face so hard into her I was having difficulty breathing. She was climbing that long hill toward release and I was going to help her get there and plunge off that lovely cliff on the other side.

My hands slipped upwards, towards the apex of her slit, and found the spot where her fleshy hood was having trouble hiding its tiny treasure pearl. I used the index fingers and thumbs of both hands to swirl around that little nubbin, pulling and stretching the skin so that she peeked out and gave me a target for the wet and slippery tip of one finger. I touched her, pressed against her, and then slid my finger in a circle around her base inside the sheath. Valerie exploded from the bed, her hips slamming up and rubbing her sloppy cunt over my face and beard. I flicked at her clit and she screamed again.

Now I was in my own groove, sucking and flicking and tickling. Her body was not accustomed to this level of arousal, I was certain, and she would most likely not last long once she reached the ridge of that hill I was pushing her up. Her breathing became irregular and was punctuated by grunts and gasps, intermittently sucking in air and exhaling it in huge bursts. Her stomach and chest heaved. I looked up through the curls on her mound and watched as she moved her hands to her nipples without so much as even thinking about it. What surprised me most was that she did not pay gentle attention to those rose-colored, mushroom-shaped nubs. She pulled at them until they stretched beyond the limit at which I would have expected pain. She pinched them and pinched her entire aureole so that her grapefruit-sized breasts looked something like a child's balloon when you squeeze the air toward one end and it bulges out around your fingers.

Now was the time to accelerate her enjoyment. I moved my mouth from the center of her messy cunt and slid my lips up to her joy button. I looked quickly down and saw that she was fully extended beyond the protective layer of flesh in her hood; she was pinky-white, like a large pearl, almost perfectly round, and slickly shiny with my saliva and Valerie's own secretions. I opened my mouth and flicked her with my tongue…once, twice, a dozen times, while Valerie's body locked in a bow-shape and she grunted as if someone had punched her in the stomach. After the tongue assault on her clit, I lowered my lips, formed in a perfect "O" and sucked her control button into my mouth. I clamped down with my lips and sucked harder until that tiny thing was pulled as far into my mouth as physics would allow. She was stretched and quivering. I flicked her repeatedly with my tongue as I sucked and then traced circles around and over her, first gently, then with increased pressure and roughness.

At the height of her jerks and spasms, Valerie was finding it hard to breathe and was tossing her head and that lovely mane of hair, from side to side so violently that the entire bed was moving. I sensed that this was the moment I had been waiting for. I slid one, two, three wet fingers deep into her cunt and stroked that tiny rough spot that holds that bundle of nerve-endings all men search for. It was not difficult to locate here. And Valerie let go.

The scream was muffled by the pillow she had pulled over her face after allowing her nipples to snap back into place. They stood there on her breasts, bright read and violently abused from her own fingers. My mouth sucked and flicked at her clit; my fingers repeatedly fucked her slick and sloppy cunt opening; and now, I changed hands and used one finger to slide directly into her ass, up to the second knuckle without any impediment. That did it. 

Her entire body spasmed, cramped, and vibrated like she was having an epileptic fit. She continued to scream into the pillow – not a long, screeching scream, but a dozen smaller, violent yelps that tapered off to mews and whimpers as I allowed her to slide down the other side, rather than fall of completely.

Her cunt delivered a brand-new quantity of seepage which smelled delicious, tasted even better, and coursed down into the crack of her ass in rivulets, making it easier for me to insert my finger to its full depth into her tiny rosebud.

I held her there for at least three minutes….spasming and cumming repeatedly under the influence and manipulation of my fingers, tongue and lips. 

Finally, she lifted her feet and put them against my shoulders and with a mighty grunt, shoved me away from her. My mouth and fingers slid away from her private parts, coated with her inner oils and she collapsed onto the bed in a heap, gasping for air.

Apparently, I had succeeded. 

I still knelt there, then stood and looked down at that gloriously beautiful body, now flushed and pink from head to toe, and marveled at how lovely a woman's skin really can be. I reached out and stroked her, thigh, buttock, back, breast, neck, face; and murmured, "Well, are you glad you stayed?"

And she began to cry. Small sobs at first, but moving into heavier, body-shaking sobs with racking gasps between them. I slipped onto the bed and held her across my body, cuddling her and letting her weep into my neck. It took more than a few minutes for her to calm down before she even tried to speak.

"Oh, my God, Ed! What was that? I've been married for a lot of years and I never experienced whatever that was. My entire body was on fire. I thought that if you didn't stop, I'd burst into flame; but I thought if you did stop, I'd probably die. What did you do to me? What did you do?"

"I loved you. That's all. I just loved you. I have the feeling that you enjoyed it. Don't tell me Charles has never made you feel like that."

"Oh, Christ, Ed, Charles never made me feel anything at all; when we have sex it's 'slip it in, move it around, pull it out" and that's about it. He's tender and romantic and all that, but there's never been anything like what we just did. He never even kissed me where you did. He plays with my 'bunnies' but doesn't really do anything with them. He likes to run his fingers into my pussy hair, but as soon as he gets hard he wants to get in and get it over with. I've read books; I've listened to tapes; but I never thought about having such a feeling all by myself." And her voice lowered a full range and she whispered, "Thank you; I loved it."

And then she sat up, as if she had just made up her mind about something. She leaped up off the bed and immediately got a look on her face as if she was totally surprised. "Jesus, Ed; I'm soaked; I'm leaking from my pussy." She touched herself with one hand and brought it up to show me, "Look, you've got me absolutely soaked!"

I reached out and grasped her wrist and bent my head to suck those fingers into my mouth and to lick the wet palm of her hand. She didn't even try to draw back and moved closer to the edge of the bed where I was now sitting. I slid her hand back between her thighs and rubbed it around and around, coating the palm completely with her secretions. Then, I stood up in front of her and gave her the hand to sniff and to taste. At first, she was a bit hesitant, as the hand was really slimy and wet, but with my insistence, she touched the tip of her tongue to her palm and then licked upward. Within seconds, she was cleaning the juices from her hand with tiny mews of appreciation. I put her arms around my neck and kissed her and whispered into her mouth, "Now you know why I love doing that so much, Valerie; you are delicious; you are delightful. I could eat you for the rest of my natural life. You taste divine."

She kissed me easily and warmly and moved her body against me. There was no doubt I was aroused by this time, and she could feel my cock pressing against her stomach where her gown parted. I stepped back and said, "Take it off, Valerie; I want to see my vision in the natural state she was created."

She did not hesitate one second this time. She reached for a small tie in the back and the gown fell to the floor with a sexy, quiet swish of material. Now, everything she was, everything she had, was on view for me. I stepped in and held her again for a lovely, warm and teasing kiss. She broke it by pushing me back until the backs of my legs were against the bed. "Ed," she murmured, "I came here expecting to be fucked. At least I figured that's what you wanted. I did not really know if we would do it, but I figured that fucking was the entire purpose of this get-together. Now, I know differently, but I still think I want to be fucked. If I said I really wanted it, would you fuck me, Ed? Would you fuck me like we were newlyweds and you really loved me more than anything else in the world? Would you?" She stopped, with two small tears glistening in her eyes.

I responded, in as gentle a tone as she had asked, "My dear Valerie, you still don't understand, do you? Do you think I could have done what I just did with you if I didn't already love you? Do you think you could have reacted the way you did if you didn't love me? People like us, Valerie, have to be in love with the person they are with when they have any sort of physical connection. If we decide to lie down on this bed and make a beautiful brand of love, it will be because we do love each other – perhaps only for the moments it takes to consummate the relationship, but we will be in love, dear thing. And, yes, I want very much to fuck you. I want to create the 'beast with two backs' as Shakespeare called it – and which you and your committee refused to allow our students to read in the original version." We both chuckled over that, and I continued, "If you are ready to open yourself up to my love, we will fuck; if you are ready to submit your body and your emotions to my love, we will fuck. Can you? Will you?"

She simply kissed me softly and walked around to the other side of the bed where she laid her beautiful body down in a picture reminiscent of any Goya painting and said, "I want you, Ed; fuck me now before my intellect catches up with my heart and my pussy. They both want you, and they want you now."

I took but a few slow minutes to remove my own clothing, all the time keeping my eyes on her hand as it stroked and teased that incredibly thick thatch of auburn curls at the apex of her thighs. She watched me, too, not really knowing what to expect, I suppose. While I am not a large man, I am – at least I think – thick enough to provide a modicum of satisfaction for a woman if she is totally relaxed and cooperative in the effort.

I looked at her hair, spread out on the pillow behind her head and realized exactly how beautiful this woman really was. And I was just about to slide myself into her heated depths at her personal request. Had I truly died and passed through those pearly gates?

Only time would tell.



Valerie Ch. 5



To the reader: what you are about to read is the ramblings of an "older" man who is currently spending a good bit of his time adjusting to the realization that the number of years in which he will continue to be sexually active is decreasing rapidly. As he reaches his 64th birthday this summer, he understands that not only will his physical capabilities begin to suffer, but the actual availability of willing partners will also begin to wane. 

His marital situation – 40 years wed – has done nothing to satisfy his desires, as his wife is one who was brought up in her early years to believe that sexual relations were a bare necessity and nothing else. They are necessary for "wifely duties" during the first few years of a marriage and they are necessary for "reproduction purposes" during the period of time when it is convenient to produce a family. But, in her way of thinking, there is simply no other reason to engage in any sort of physical relationship after a family is produced. Nothing that this older man could do or say within the past 40 years has had any impact on her mind-set. He has, therefore, sought physical comfort and solace outside of the marriage. 

He has enjoyed several long-term relationships over the 26 years since his youngest child was born; and has, on infrequent occasions, taken a chance on "one-night-stand" involvements. Just recently, he has come to the realization that he may face the next 20-30 years (his health is perfect) without any sort of physical involvement with the opposite sex. This has caused him much mental anguish because he realizes that even though his physical needs will diminish with time and age, his mental and emotional requirements will not. There have been moments of panic in the past few months, but he has now begun a campaign of getting "as much as he can, as often as he can, as long as he can" in the hopes that his recent memories will serve him well when he reaches the point that females will not consider a physical relationship with him.

Here follows the fifth and final in a series of events that have taken place within the bounds of that campaign. There will be future episodes as they develop and come to fruition.

The stories will be told in the first person, simply for ease of writing. It will be up to the reader to determine whether these chapters are autobiographical or not.

If you have not read the previous four chapters, it would be wise to do so.

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What would any man be thinking if he were in my position? As I stand here, stiff cock in the palm of my hand, looking down at the most incredibly ravishing beauty any one man could ever hope to possess, she repeats her request: "Ed, I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked, but I want it to be a loving thing, like we were newlyweds. Can you do that? Can you love me, Ed? Can you make me feel young and new and fresh again?"

The only answer possible to that question is for me to move to stand at her side of the bed and bend to kiss her brow and then each and every feature of her lovely face to the point that her lips open and invite me to taste them as well. I do, and I find a warmth that belies the ice-queen image she has foisted on those around her for so many years. There is also a depth to this warmth that seems bottomless, as if I could release my soul and it would live deep inside her forever – safe in the knowledge that my life's dreams have been fulfilled. I stood up again and allowed my hands to trail through the auburn waves of silk that crowned her head. I caressed her and murmured things to her that were more like feelings than words. I had surprised her again, this time with my tenderness and my attention to her feelings. And now it was time for her to surprise me. 

While my hands were still caressing her hair, she turned to her side and leaned up on one elbow, taking my cock in her other hand. She looked at it for a few seconds, and then raised her eyes to connect with mine as she leaned forward and placed a very soft kiss on the swollen purple head. A glistening drop of pre-cum lay there and was transferred to her lips. She flicked her tongue out as she withdrew from the kiss and tasted my own essence. Not for one moment had she taken her eyes from mine. And now she said, "I've never done that, either, Ed; perhaps there are a lot of things that I have not done that I should have done long before now. If things work out, maybe I'll learn about some of them tonight, here, with you." And she released my shaft from her fingers and lay back down on the bed, her hair fanning out on the pillow beneath her head, creating a gorgeous auburn-red halo in the yellow light of the bedside lamp.

"Now, Ed; now. Don't make me wait much longer. My resolve is wavering with each second you delay. I've asked you to fuck me; don't make me beg you. Do it."

I bent and placed one arm beneath her knees and the other beneath her shoulders and scooted her over to the center of the mattress and lay down beside her. My right hand quickly found willing targets in her swollen nipples and aureoles. I kissed her face, her neck, her lips as I murmured to her the entire time, "My sweet, sweet, Valerie, I'm so proud to be married to you. You are perfect. I am so happy you decided on me. Here we are on our honeymoon and I'm not sure I want to spoil your perfection by giving you what we both want. I need you, though; I want to possess you, make you mine. I want to give you feelings you've never felt before. I want our love to be special tonight. Are you happy you married me? Do you really want me to enter your holy of holies and make you and her mine forever?"

She immediately caught on to the game. She had asked me to love her "…like…newlyweds…" and I was producing a bit of role-play here to do it. She accepted the role of the new wife and returned my comments with murmured agreements and urgings. We were now much younger. We were totally, irrevocably, in love. We were married. We were honeymooners. Perhaps, even, we might be virgins. I kissed her again as my hand wandered across the swells of her breasts and felt her aureoles and nipples stiffen, swell, crinkle and almost vibrate under the touches of my fingertips and palms. Rolling them between thumbs and forefingers, one after the other, only served to increase their rigidity and I could feel the intense beating of her heart right up into the very tips of their dark rose crowns.

And my hand moved slowly southward as the hunger in our mouths increased. Our tongues touched, played, fenced and devoured one another. My hand found its goal, that overgrown meadow of auburn silk that just recently my face had invaded. Now, it was time to reassess the entrance to her velvet grotto and make certain she was prepared to accept my intrusion.

Moist? No. Wet? Not close. Soaking, sopping, drenched? You guessed it! I was almost shocked at the condition of the surfaces my hand discovered. She was not only hot to the touch, but every tiny centimeter of her curly hair was coated with her excretions; her lips, swollen and thudding with her increased pulse, were slightly parted and leaking droplets of a slick dew that made for comfortable access by my fingertips. I slid the flat of my palm down into her valley and squeezed the fleshy mound there. Her nectars flowed onto my palm with ease and I knew there would be little, if any, difficulty in inserting myself into her inner sanctum.

When my fingers began to insinuate themselves between the puffy lips of her pussy, she let out an elongated sigh and allowed her thighs to relax and spread slightly more for me. My fingertips traced the line between her lips, finding that cleft to be exceptionally wet, slippery and malleable. All four fingertips slid into the slit and traveled up and down its length, finding a hidden bump at the top that drew a small exclamation from her throat when they touched it. But my fingers were not ready to spend time with her just yet. They re-traced their path down, nearly to her rosebud, and then back again – five, six, … ten times, each time sliding a bit deeper into the opening that presented itself as growing larger and warmer with my touch.

I now switched from fingers to thumb, and wet it considerably with her leaking fluids. I slid it directly into the center of her nest without any preamble or warning. She gasped and I kissed her open mouth hard as my thumb inserted itself as far as the back of my wrist. I moved it inside her and touched soft, wet, velvety membranes – a movement that launched another orgasm immediately, even though neither she nor I had planned it.

"You, Ed; I want you," she gasped.

"Me? What part of me?" I smiled back.

"Oh, Christ! Fuck me! Give me your cock! Put it in me! Don't make me wait any more! You are driving me crazy and I'm going over the edge all the time. Please, please, fuck me now."

In answer, I rolled over onto her and held myself just off her body with my elbows and knees and allowed the head of my cock to brush through her now totally-wet pussy thatch. I moved back and forth, back and forth; never inserting, of course, but teasing the lips and the entranceway to my own private heaven. And I kissed her again. Her mouth was heated and her breath came in heavy lungfuls. I could feel her breasts pushing against me with their diamond-hard auburn tips.

And I lowered my body just enough that the head of my cock lodged at the entrance to her pussy where her inner lips were now swollen and distended outside their protective other pair. I pushed just slightly and was pleasantly surprised to feel the head slip almost all the way inside with the first movement. She was, indeed, ready.

I've made mention before that I am not exceptionally well-endowed, but that I am a bit thicker than what I've come to consider average. And the head of my cock is a bit outsized – a swollen, purple plum, really. So, for it to move into her pussy with such ease was, indeed, a pleasant surprise. Even though we were playing "honeymoon" I did not wish to cause her any real pain or discomfort before ever sinking deep enough to make her feel good.

As I slowly leaned forward, allowing a bit more pressure on her velvet gate, I murmured to her, "Valery, my love, are you a virgin this night?"

She immediately understood the name of the game and whispered back, "Yes, my love; I've never done this before; I wanted to save it for marriage; so please be gentle."

With the tiniest bit of additional pressure, the full head slipped into the cavity behind her clamping lips. I stopped there and held my position without a move. The initial slip-in was accompanied by a sharp intake of breath and a clenching of her muscles, but she soon relaxed and began to breathe a bit more evenly.

"Perhaps we should adjust our position, my love. I would not want to cause you any pain." And I slipped my cock entirely out of her. Her eyes flew wide open and she began to protest, but as her mouth opened, I silenced her comments with a warm kiss while I rolled off and to the side, pulling her on top of me as I did. She spread her legs of her own accord and my cock slid between her thighs, her leaking pussy wetting the shaft completely as it slid upward along her cleft, coming to rest with our pubic hairs intertwined and the head just peeking out behind her.

I pushed her upwards and she got the idea. She moved so that she was sitting astride my thighs with my cock, now released from her thigh-vise, stretching up along my stomach. She was resting on her knees and shins and put her hands on my stomach, then moved them down to my cock and touched it and stroked it with her fingernails, and then lifted it with one hand as she rose up on her knees. I spoke to her, "You may control the entry, dear thing. I want you to give yourself to me. I want you to tell me that you saved yourself for me. If you want to be my wife; if you want to be a complete woman; you know where you need to put that thing that you're holding in your beautiful hand."

She smiled down at me and raised her body enough to place the purple head directly against her pussy opening. She moved it around in a few circles, stretching the lips and wetting it all over again. When she felt that it was positioned correctly, she took her hand from it and placed them back on my stomach. I asked her to move them so that I could watch her give up her virginity to me. She complied and lifted them to her nipples, where she softly pinched and played with them as she moved her hips and pressed downward.

My cock began to disappear. The head slipped into her garden, spreading her lips almost obscenely to accept it, and then disappeared completely as those lips slid back together, clamping on the stiffness of my shaft. She stopped. She was breathing in short gasps and knew she had to control her breathing first. She did, and began to move her hips again. Her hips traveled in small circles, pulling my shaft from side to side. As each circle was completed, she allowed herself to sink down another half inch or so. This way, I was treated to the grand illusion of her hairy forest swallowing my cock in tiny increments.

It took nearly ten minutes of this beautiful dance until our hairs were once again intermingled. I could feel my head touching the hard little ring at the back of her cunt and wanted to take over here and ram and ram and ram – I was very excited by this time and was beginning to wonder about how long I would be able to contain myself. She would not allow me to move much, however, and began a new movement – a rocking back and forth, sliding her cunt lips on my pubic bone and forcing the head of my cock to rub against her cervix ring. She closed her eyes, twisted at her nipples and began a series of grunt-gasps that signaled to me that she was again climbing that slope to the ledge where she would fall off and feel that intense inner satisfaction that some women call "The Little Death" which causes their bodies to lose all control. I anticipated that moment. 

I clenched the muscles in my cock and the head expanded inside her causing her eyes to flip open and closed several times. She was now moving up and down on my cock, allowing only the head to remain inside her as she raised and lowered her body. Each time she moved downward, it was with a bit more force, until her pubic bone and mine were colliding with some real friction. I could not believe the sight in front of me for a moment: head thrown back; eyes closed; long, auburn hair hanging down behind her and flying to and fro with her ever-increasing movement; mouth open and grunting…uh…uh…uh; fingers torturing swollen aureoles and nipples with pinches and vicious tugs; cunt lips sucking and slurping on my cock shaft as it appeared and disappeared inside her…..I did not anticipate anything like this from her. I wondered for a fleeting moment if this was the way she actually acted on her honeymoon with Charles or if this was tonight's version only.

Now, knowing I was so very close to the edge myself, I murmured to her, "Are you going to give me everything, my new love? Are you going to let yourself go? Will you let down your heady mead onto the shaft of love that has pierced your inner being? Do it. Do it now!"

And she screamed again; and every muscle in her body seemed to clamp down on whatever was closest to it. I felt as though I was trapped in a slick, velvet vise. She was not moving up and down any longer. My cock was buried to the hilt and I could not see a centimeter of my flesh outside her auburn thicket of hair. She trembled all over; she appeared to be shivering; but I noticed her fingers were pinching her nipples with an incredible strength so that they appeared to swell out beyond and looked like the end of a child's balloon when he squeezes the air to one end. Her head was still lolling backward, her hair in disarray, and her throat emitted animal-like sounds in concert with the spasming of her pussy walls. I could feel myself becoming soaked beneath her. Such a quantity of fluid was unprecedented in my limited experience. I knew it was seeping between my legs and wetting the bed beneath us. And still she came. Repeated spasms of her thigh muscles, then her stomach muscles, signaled a myriad of small and large orgasms that wracked her body and flushed her skin from thigh to hairline.

I had forgotten my own peak in light of the beautifully erotic visual in front of me. Now, I felt that old, familiar tingle in my inner thighs that meant it was building again. I lifted my hands and disengaged hers from her nipples while I took over. I talked to her.

"Valerie, my sweet, I am about to give you a present of my own to mingle with the presents you have saved for me. I will take over now, but I will still be gentle." And I began to thrust slowly up and down, sliding my slick, slippery shaft in and out of her dripping cunt.

"No!" she exhaled at me. "No! I have a better gift for you." And she slipped my cock out of her and slid down toward the end of the bed, ending up with her face directly over my now-throbbing cock head. She looked me in the eye and opened her mouth as far as she could and sucked the purple head inside lips. Her eyes flew open again at the heat of the head, I suppose, and its size, but she did not withdraw. Instead, she placed one hand around the shaft and another under my balls and began to hum. Yes, dear reader, she actually began to hum with my swollen cock head in her mouth. As she hummed, she massaged my balls very tenderly and licked around the entire head of my cock with her tongue.

She closed her eyes and began a sucking motion to go with the tongue-loving I was already experiencing and I knew in a flash that it would be over soon. I whispered to her, "Now, Valerie; now. I'm going to cum. Be careful. Only you know what you wish to do now," and I relaxed against the head board, watching her face.

She opened her eyes and looked directly at me. She never broke that connection as she began to suck and lick and stroke with renewed friction, if not speed, until I arched my back and said, "Here, Valerie; here is my gift for you."

And at that very moment, she rammed her mouth down as far as she comfortably could on my cock and sucked at the long ropes of cum that I deposited in her oral opening. She succeeded in keeping every drop of five or six separate spurts inside her mouth, though her cheeks bulged a bit with the effort. When she sensed that I was finished – by my relaxing body again, and by the slightly softened texture of my cock – she pulled back, sucking and licking as she went, until the head was only resting against her pursed lips. She was still staring straight at my eyes with those incredible green eyes of hers.

And she swallowed, heavily and repeatedly, sucking and licking at the slick purple head of the slimy tool that had just been inside her sloppy wet cunt and mouth. She sucked me dry as she swallowed every morsel I had to offer. I was delirious with excitement.

She raised up again on her knees, and leaned toward me. She supported her weight on her hands beside me and leaned to kiss me. I opened my mouth and tasted her lips and her tongue – and myself. And I was content.

As she spread her body along the length of mine, resting lightly on top of me, I could feel the dripping of her pussy still. Wet, slick, leaking onto my crotch and running down between my legs. And she moved so that my now-soft-but-still-thick cock was again trapped between her thighs. "Is there more where that came from?" she whispered into my mouth.

I rolled her off of me and onto her back. I rose to lean on one elbow and spoke to her. "Before I answer that, Valerie, tell me about that last move. Have you ever done that for Charles? Did you do that on your wedding night?"

"Ed, I've never done anything like that with anyone, not just Charles. I just knew I had to do it with you tonight, or I would never do it with anyone. And as for my wedding night, Charles had too much to drink at the reception and when he tried to fuck me, he bent and couldn't really get it inside at all. He came all over me and never even knew it. He was asleep in five minutes after we got into bed. There was no foreplay or anything. That's why I wanted tonight to be a very special wedding night for the two of us. Charles and I had sex on our honeymoon, sure; but it was really quite mechanical, now that I think of it. Actually, our sex has been quite mechanical ever since. Nothing new; nothing different; nothing that really satisfies me like any one of the orgasms I had tonight, Ed. I've read all the books. I've looked at pictures. I've watched instructional videos. I even rented a porn video one week when I was away on a school board conference weekend in Atlantic City. But I could never really interest Charles in doing anything more than we always did. How can I ever thank you enough for showing me this?"




Valerie Ch. 5



I told her that I thought perhaps in a few weeks or months she would not be thanking me, but she would be pissed off at me if Charles could not change his ways and provide a bit more stimulation for her. I told her that it was obvious to me that she was an extremely erotically-charged woman who had needs that were not only never filled, but until tonight not really ever discovered completely.

She became quite drowsy during our ensuing conversation about how we might continue the relationship, or even if we really should continue it. I allowed her to doze beside me and toyed with her hair. She slept for nearly half an hour while I played with her nipples (which responded quite well even though she was asleep) and her pussy hair (I just loved the feeling of sliding my fingers through those wet auburn curls and tugging at them until I can see her opening winking at me) and felt my cock begin to stir again.

But I did not want to cheapen the evening by waking her just to fuck her again – though I almost could not resist the temptation to slide my cock between her wet lips while she was asleep.

I rose from the bed, showered, dressed and sat in the chair on the other side of the room and watched her sleep. As if she knew I was watching, she opened her eyes and looked directly at me. "You didn't take advantage of me while I was asleep, did you? I think I love you for that, Ed. I also think I want to fuck you again, and again, if you are willing." She rose up on one elbow and continued, "If you think this will work. If you think we can keep this just a physical relationship that makes us both feel like we are in love again, I want to be with you again. What do you think?" In answer to that, I stood up from my chair, moved to her side, bent and grabbed her ankles and lifted so that she fell on her back on the bed with her ass just at the edge. I unzipped my fly and stuck my rampant cock deep in her in one, long, slurping stroke. I pumped furiously for about two minutes and watched her thrash and listened to her scream as her tender pussy was assaulted with a strength and a vigor that even I didn't know I had. I was holding her ankles above me, spreading her legs wide apart and ramming my cock into her sloppy wet cunt as she hit the roof of her orgasm. I was not anywhere near able to cum again, I knew, and when her orgasm played itself out, I dropped to my knees, allowing her legs to flop over my shoulders and spread her cunt lips with my hands, seeking her clit with my lips. I found it easily enough and began to suck and lick and bite on her until Valerie screamed in pain and frustration and came again – a huge, thudding climax that sent viscous fluid into my mouth and across my beard. I licked her clean and stood up, pushing her limp body back on the bed and pulling the coverlet over her. I bent and kissed her still-throbbing mouth in between gasps of breath and said, "What do you think? Good night, my new bride. I think we have a lot of years to explore how I can help you feel like the woman you are. Call me." And I walked from the room.