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A Reunion

By: p_o_Sergeant



Everything was different this time. This time she had arrived in town first, and it was she standing in the airport terminal, watching the new arrivals headed to pick up their luggage. This time it was a reunion instead of a first meeting. This time, she knew the feel of His hands on her body, the taste of Him, the sound of His voice as she knelt before Him. This time she knew the warmth and security of being in His presence. This time, she knew how she would tremble in fear and anticipation when He took the blade or the belt in His hand.

She spotted Him first, towering as He did above the crowds of housewives and secretaries and retirees headed into town for a long weekend of fun. By any standard He would be considered a powerful Man, tall and solid, her Mighty Oak. But, she thought, none of others around her would know of the control He wielded over her. They could not see that His power extended far beyond the physical. 

He saw her, and His pleasure was reflected in His eyes. As she watched Him walk toward her, she felt His ownership of her not only in the brand on her skin; it was a brand on her soul. His eyes drew her to Him, bound her to Him as surely as a rope.

As she watched Him walk toward her, she felt the hot juice from her cunt flood over her thighs. As she often did, she put her hand to her throat, feeling for the collar that was not there, the collar that she wore only when alone, but that she always felt.

Everything was different this time, but just like before, her heart raced. Like before, she wanted to run to Him. Last time she had been confused, afraid to do it, but this time her happiness overwhelmed her and she moved forward. 

Just inches from Him, she lowered her head, smiling but suddenly shy. "Master," she said.

"My puppy." she looked up quickly and He folded her in His arms, holding her tightly. She sighed, relaxing against His warmth, her breasts crushed against Him.

"Okay, puppy, that's enough. Now follow your instructions."

"Yes, my Master," she whispered.

She clasped her hands behind her back and followed three paces behind Him as He strode to the luggage carousel. Standing quietly, she kept her head down as He had ordered, but she continued to watch Him, smiling to be in her Master's presence again. The wait wasn't long, and within minutes they were on the way to pick up His car.

He permitted her to speak as they stood together in the near-empty office, waiting for His car to be brought around. Small talk about the flight, simply chatting. But as she spoke, His fingers slipped under her skirt, feeling the wetness of her thighs. She gasped.

"Good girl, no panties. Now, what were you saying, puppy?" He smiled. "Keep talking."

She rattled on, scarcely knowing what she saying, aware only of His fingers checking her cunt, playing with the rings that hung from her lips. The hand withdrew as footsteps approached and she looked up, attempting to hide her agitation.

"Your car is right over there, Mr. Jones. Have a pleasant stay." The clerk handed over a sheaf of papers, and they were on their way.

"Get in the car, puppy," He instructed, opening the trunk.

She obeyed, enjoying the feeling of the warm leather beneath her pussy. He got in and started the car. As they waited for the motor to warm, she spoke the words He had taught her.

"Master, I am Your slut, Your slave. I am nothing without You. I am here to submit myself entirely to You. This cunt, these tits, this ass, are Yours. They are for Your use alone. I am Yours to rape and torture, to beat and to cut. I am Yours to piss on and spit on. I am Your property, Your slut, Your whore and I am nothing else."

"That's right, puppy. Now let's see how much of a slut you are. Pull up your skirt."

Her breath came fast as she complied. He laid His hand on her cunt, fingers sliding between her wet lips. She moaned and quickly put her hand over her mouth. His hand remained still for a moment, resting, and she held her breath. Then it came, the first blow, hard and stinging on a clit already swollen with excitement. The second blow came and she pushed herself back in the seat, another moan escaping from under her hand. Again and again He struck her, giving her cunt the punishment it so needed.

Before she became completely lost in the sensation, He spoke again.

"Did you bring a glove, puppy?" 

"Yes, Master." she fumbled in her bag, pulling out the latex glove and handing it to Him, not daring to look up. Her body began to tremble when she heard the snapping of the glove as He pulled it onto His hand. 

"Lean your seat back."

He made her wait, pulling out of the lot and onto the road, before He touched her again. She was already writhing in anticipation, her own fingers in her mouth as she sought any sensation, every sensation.

The hand was back again, this time touching her softly, merely brushing lightly against the top of her pussy. He toyed with the rings, gently tugging on them, then He separated her lips. Suddenly His fingers were in her, deep, pushing hard and she cried out, cumming immediately, her silk gushing over His fingers. She needed Him inside her, all of Him, any part of Him. The fingers twisted within her, feeling her depths, pulling the cum from her.

She writhed in her seat, needing to get her cunt closer to Him, needing to offer Him all of her. Somehow she got one foot behind him, the other on the floor, her body contorted in the seat. 

"Please, please, Master. Please fuck Your puppy."

His fingers, four of them, pounded into her as He drove. She was vaguely aware that they were on the streets, that passing motorists might see them, but she didn't care. She didn't care if she had to lay in the middle of the street with everyone watching, she only cared that He continued to give her what she had been needing for so long. Her hips rose, thrusting toward Him as the wave of an overpowering orgasm washed over her. The wave broke and she thought she would pass out, His fingers filling her, holding her, controlling her.

"All right, puppy, that's enough. Be a good girl, sit up."

His voice came to her through a fog, but she forced herself to obey, untangling her limbs and straightening herself in her seat. She saw that they were already pulling in at the hotel. The car was filled with the aroma of her cunt, the cunt of a bitch in heat.

She handed her Master His key to the room and followed Him through the lobby to the elevators, certain that anyone who looked at her would see what she had been doing, see the silk dripping from her cunt. Strange, she thought to herself, that she did not feel embarrassed about it. Indeed, she hoped that they could see it, see her pride in being owned by this Man, her joy in being a slut for His use.

He opened the door and they entered the room, she stopping immediately inside the door to remove her clothing and put on her collar, as He required. She dropped to her knees, waiting for further instructions as He looked around the room.

"Puppy, come." she remained on her knees, crawling to Him as he lowered Himself into a chair. He lifted her chin, looking into her eyes as she knelt before Him. "It's good to see you, puppy. Master has missed His property." The fingers softly stroked her cheek...and then slapped it, hard. 

"You are such a slut," He said. "Aren't you?"

"Yes, Master."

Another slap. "What does a slut like you need?"

"Pain, Master. Slut needs pain."

Another slap. "And what else?"

"Rape."

Slap. "And?"

"Abuse, slut needs pain and rape and abuse, Master."

"I see. Does puppy beg her Master for pain and rape and abuse?"

Her answer came in a sob. "Yes, Master, puppy begs, she needs it, please."

"Take off Master's shoes and socks."

She complied, as He pulled His shirt over His head. She kissed His naked feet.

His fingers slipped inside her collar, tightening it around her throat as He stood and lifted her with Him. He shoved her against the wall, holding her by the throat, limiting her air but not entirely cutting it off. The fingers of His free hand traced the scars He had carved on her tits, ran down her belly, sending chills through her tense body. Then, swiftly, His head bent and His mouth was on her breast, biting, the pain exquisite, His teeth sinking into her skin as His tongue flicked over the erect nipple. Her knees went weak and she would have fallen but for His hand at her throat.

"Delicious puppy," He breathed. His hand moved to her pussy, feeling its wetness again, then, with His fist, He punched it. Again and again, holding her by the throat against the wall, He punched her cunt, its copiously flowing juice splattering with each blow. She would have screamed but she had no breath to scream, she could only groan with the pain and the ecstasy of it. And then once again His fingers were inside her, stretching the pink flesh to accommodate them, lifting her off the floor with the powerful thrusts of His hand. His other hand came off her throat and went around her as He lifted her, fingers deep in her cunt bearing her weight, and carried her to the bed. 

He threw her roughly down on it and removed the rest of His clothing. She feasted her eyes on His powerful body. He turned to the bag He had brought with Him to the room and returned to her carrying several lengths of brightly colored rope. Dropping them on the bed beside her, he grabbed her wrists and began binding them, wrists crossed in front of her.

"Please, Master..."

"Please what?"

His erect cock was in front of her eyes as He stood above her, binding her hands. She hungered for it. "Please, puppy needs to worship Master's cock." 

He didn't answer, focusing on tightening the rope just so, on securing the knots.

"Please, Master."

He surveyed His handiwork, pleased. "All right, puppy, you may." 

She struggled to her knees on the bed and extended her tongue, delicately tasting the smooth skin on the head of His penis. She moaned, rubbing her cheek against its length, then took it into her mouth, tongue circling its head in quick movements. She loved His cock, the taste and feel of it; she reveled in giving Him pleasure. He shoved it deeper into her hungry mouth, into her throat, grabbing her hair and pulling her head to Him. Choking, tears leaking from her closed eyes, she worshipped the hard length of Him with her mouth and tongue and throat. She wanted to drink His cum, she sought to suck it from Him, to fill herself with His essence. 

But He was not ready to grant her this yet. He abruptly pulled away, shoving her back down on the bed. Taking the dangling end of the rope that bound her wrists, He pulled her arms over her head and tied the rope to the headboard rail. 

"Please, Master, puppy needs..."

"Puppy needs many things," He smiled. "Don't worry. Master is going to give puppy what she needs."

He pulled the studded leather belt from the slacks He had dropped to the floor and held it over her, letting its free end trail over her breasts and belly, her cunt and her thighs. 

"Does puppy need this, too?"

She trembled. "Yes, Master."

"Does puppy beg her Master to use the belt?"

"Yes, Master, please, beat puppy with the belt. Puppy needs the belt."

"Kiss it." He held it to her lips and she pressed them against the black leather.

He began at her breasts, laying the length of the belt across both of them in a single stroke. He had not beaten her like this before; she had no way of knowing the real pain of the belt. She knew only that she needed it. He waited before swinging the belt again, letting the pain of the first blow wash through her body. Then again, and again, concentrating first on her breasts, the strokes to her nipples excruciating. She tried to remain quiet but could not help it, could not stop the cries of pain the belt elicited from her.

Bright red welts rose on her tits and He began to moved the belt down her body, criss-crossing her belly with red stripes. She writhed, trying to escape the pain, needing it yet trying to get away.

"Does puppy want Master to stop?"

"No, Master, please," she gasped, forcing herself to be still, the strokes rained down on her tender cunt, her thighs, the pain engulfing her.

Through a haze she heard Him order her to turn over and she complied, rolling to her stomach. The belt continued to torture her, striping her back and her buttocks. She buried her face in the mattress and screamed her agony, crying, she could not take it, she could not take it, she could not stop it, this was her, a piece of meat to be beaten.

And then it stopped. Instead of the searing lashes of the belt were His fingers, gently stroking her, calming her, bringing her back. "Good puppy," He whispered. "That's Master's good puppy." she continued to sob into the bed, but now her tears came from a deep joy and satisfaction. She had pleased her Master. She had taken His pain and had pleased Him. For so long she had feared that she would not be able to do this, wanting it so much yet unsure whether she could take it. He had brought her through it, His slave.

When her sobs had subsided he turned her over again, smiling down at her tear-stained face as His hands continued to stroke her body. His eyes went over the marks His belt had made, stripes crossing her skin from breasts to knees. "Ah, Master is very pleased with His puppy." 

His gently stroking fingers parted her damp thighs, and He examined her cunt closely, tweaking the rings, flicking her clit with a forefinger. Reaching for the lube, He said, "Master knows something else that puppy has been needing for a long time, doesn't He?"

Her breath stopped. Would He do it now? They had talked about this many times, her fantasy, her need to have His entire hand inside her, His fist punching the inside of her cunt. To her, it was the ultimate use of her, to fill her cunt, the center of her being, with His fist, the symbol of His strength. Would He do it? Would she be able to take it? 

He moved slowly, starting with a single finger, teasing her, making her beg for more. One at a time, He inserted the others in her, moving them in and out, circling, twisting His hand this way and that. Her cunt seemed to reach out for Him, seeking more, seeking to pull His hand into her. Her entire being was focused in her cunt, she was nothing but this cunt, seeking.... He pushed His hand in to the knuckles, meeting resistance, His hand so large. Pain. Stretching, pain, her bones would break, she would be ripped apart. Pain and need, she needed His hand in her and she was an animal, grunting, pushing against His hand and helping Him to force it in and it was there, His hand inside her, deep. He curled His fingers into a fist and let her rest for a moment, just feeling it within her. Then He began to move it again, His fist punching her insides, she feeling that it was reaching to her throat, her entire being and body filled with His fist, His power, inside her, taking her, using her, making her His. Her mind was gone and she was nothing but this sensation. She was nothing.

She did not know how much time had passed when she felt him unclench His fist and begin pulling His hand from her. It could have been hours or minutes. She felt that she might never quite regain all her senses, nor did she want to. The intensity of the feelings...could she ever come back from that? She saw his hand covered with her silk and blood and she felt that somehow she would never be the same girl again.

She was sobbing again. "My Master, oh, my Master," she gasped.

"That is my precious puppy." His eyes soft, He bent to kiss her. "Precious puppy, Master adores her."

He covered her with His own body, keeping her warm, holding her, kissing her, cherishing her. Her sobs gradually quieted and He turned her, still holding her, so that her back was cradled against Him as they lay on their sides. "Shh, puppy. Shhh." His fingers traced over the raised welts the belt had left.

She felt His cock hardening against her ass and she remembered that He had not yet given her His cum. she almost had to laugh at herself: how could a puppy be so greedy, need so much? It seemed that she would never be satiated, she was a bottomless well of need for her Master and everything He could give her. She arched her back and pushed against Him, seeking His hardness.

He rose to His knees behind her, lifting her hips, her still-bound hands above her head as she rested on her elbows. This time His need was strong, too, and He did not bother with gentleness. He shoved His cock deep into her ass, ramming it in to the hilt on the first stroke, and pounded into her. His thrusts were so rough that her head was banging into the headboard and it was all part of the pain and pleasure, deep thrust, hurting her, pain and ecstasy. He reached forward and put His hands around her neck, cutting off her air and pulling her against Him and she could not breathe. He was killing her with His cock and His hands and as they came He released His hold on her throat, giving her at once life and His cum, the same thing.

-----The End-----

A Reunion



It was starting to grow dark, and she would need a place to sleep soon. She'd been walking for a few hours already, and she felt she had wasted enough time as it was. Seeing a garage still open, she wondered if the owner would let her stay the night. She was growing more tired by the minute, and the snow-covered ground was finally starting to chill her warm body. She adjusted the bag on her shoulders and re-adjusted her hand on the bag she was pulling behind her. Taking a deep breath, and hoping for some kindness in this dreadful town, she opened the door. The two men inside were dressed in navy blue mechanics outfits and seemed to be really nice guys. They greeted her with smiles on their faces. Her voice was very soft, shy, when she spoke to them.

"I'm sorry to bother the two of you and for putting you in this situation," she paused, and they offered her a seat. The life seemed to be taken out of her; her normally vibrant blue-green eyes were just a dull flat color. She looked up at the two men, no emotion on her face, and she saw them completely for the first time. They were squatted down in front of her, looking up at her so that she wouldn't feel threatened by them. They were brothers, that much she could tell by their similar features. The one to her right was a little taller than his brother. He had wavy, sandy blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She had never seen eyes naturally that color. He had an average build with some muscle, and his name tag read Josh. The one to her left was a bit heavier and a few inches shorter. His hair was a light brown and wavy also. There was sincerity in his hazel eyes, and she was sure he had a smile that could brighten up even the darkest room. His name tag read David. Both men were concentrated on her; they almost seemed worried.

"I really do hate to impose," she began again, this time a little braver, "but I was wondering if there was any way the two of you could let me stay the night here." The young woman felt horrible as soon as the words left her mouth.

The two brothers looked at each other almost in disbelief. They hesitated, not sure what to do. The woman looked tired, and they could tell by her accent that she wasn't from this place. If she had somewhere to go, she wouldn't have approached them, or could it just be that she didn't want to spend her money? There was doubt in both their eyes as to what her true intentions were.

She could see the doubt and decided to tell them what had brought her to this place, hoping that her story would bring understanding or sympathy or both. She was alone in a place where she knew no one. She was still far from her destination.

They listened intently, absorbing every word. Not knowing she was leaving just a few details out, her story got to them, and they decided to let her stay. They even offered to take her to her destination since she was still at least twenty miles away and on foot. They had a cot in the back where she would stay, and they would be staying in their apartment, just upstairs.

She thanked both of them and offered to repay them somehow. She did have money with her, but she knew the closest hotel was at least an hour or two away if she were to walk. They declined her offer and told her to get some rest. She was passed out as soon as she laid down.

Morning came, and they awoke her. She was allowed to clean herself up and shower in their apartment. Feeling very fortunate and grateful, she offered to make them breakfast. Once they were done, she gathered her things and off they went.

The three of them reached the house sooner than she had hoped. Nervousness coursed through her body as they drove down the street. She was terrified but wasn't sure why. She got out of the car and saw that his was parked in the driveway. She gave each brother a kiss on the cheek and thanked them again. As they drove off, she approached the house.

"This is it," she thought and gathered up the courage to knock on the door.

He opened the door and recognized her immediately, his eyes growing wide with shock. Both had yet to speak; he was in shock, she was afraid he'd slam the door in her face.

She had come here to prove something to herself. She not only needed closure, but she had to be sure that her feeling of hate towards him was just that. She needed to make sure there was nothing else there. Seeing him now, she wasn't sure what to say or what to do. She hadn't thought this part out yet, but now it was too late. She was stuck where she was.

Finally snapping out of it, he spoke. "What are you doing here?" he asked. There was no anger, no disgust or anything negative in his voice. He almost seemed happy to see her.

"I had to make sure of something," she said softly.

He stepped aside. "Why don't you come in?"

The cold getting to her, she accepted his offer. He took her bags from her and placed them by the door, and he led her to the couch.

Stepping aside, he invited her in, and since the cold was getting to her, she accepted. He took her bags from her and led her to the couch. Neither knew what to do as it was an uncomfortable situation. He wondered what she meant when she said that she had to make sure of something. Did she come all this way to make sure that he was alive, that he was okay? No, it had to have been something else, right? Just because she hadn't heard from him in almost three years didn't mean that she would come here just to check up on him. He needed to know, and since she wasn't offering anymore information, he figured he'd ask. But first, he would make sure she was comfortable.

As he looked at her sitting on the couch, he had noticed how much she had changed, and yet she hadn't. She had lost weight since he last saw her. Her figure now looked much more fit than when they had first met face to face. She had been taking very good care of herself, and it really showed. He was admiring her. Her full lips had a small pout to them as if she was deep in thought. They had a red tinge to them as if she had been chewing on them - probably from trying to decide if coming to see him was a good idea. Her eyes didn't seem to have any life in them, and he remembered them always sparkling, whether from mischief or love or something else. Her dark blonde hair was still layered, and he was a bit surprised it wasn't up in a ponytail like it usually was when she traveled long distances. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a gray flannel-type jacket with wolves on it. Even though she was wearing normal clothes, she looked great.

He shook himself out of the daze he had put himself in and finally managed to ask her what had brought her here.

"I told you already," she replied softly.

"That's not what I meant. What exactly did you need to make sure of?"

Anger flashed through her eyes. The asshole is really full of himself. I bet he thinks that I came here to make sure he was okay, she thought to herself.

"Well, after everything that has happened between us, a lot of emotions went through me. I went from loving you to hurting because I loved you from hoping to hear from you to hurting because of you and then finally to utterly despising you." She watched as he flinched when he heard the last few words. "So, I came here to make sure there was nothing left but the hate I feel towards you."

He almost choked at her words. "And is there anything besides that?" he asked hopefully.

She answered quickly, "Nope." A wicked smile slowly appeared on her face. This was going much better than she had planned for he didn't hate her as she thought he did.

"Do I at least get a chance to explain my actions?"

"Explain them? You asshole! I fucking waited almost three fucking years for some kind of closure! I called and I wrote letters. I left you numbers where you could reach me, and you never fucking bothered. You never even gave a shit. All that shit I said to you when we broke up was right. I never meant anything to you. You never cared for me. All I fucking was to you was a fucking challenge." She kept her voice soft, but the anger and betrayal were still there.

"You're wrong," he spoke up. "I had my reasons for not contacting you. You had him to fall back on." There was sadness in his eyes, and she could see jealousy in them also. "You were more than any of those things to me," he continued. "I loved you," he paused and looked her in the eyes, "and I still do."

It was her turn to be shocked. That was one thing she definitely wasn't expecting, and she had a feeling it wasn't true. If he really had loved her, why would he have treated her like shit? And he did. Even though while they were together she convinced herself she was happy, she wasn't fully happy. She didn't realize how often he had lied to her until after they broke up. She wouldn't let him wrap her around his finger again; she knew better.

He pulled her up. "You can't tell me you don't feel anything between us."

"No, I don't. I lost every feeling I felt for you other than hate and disgust." She tried to pull away, but he kept her near him.

"Then prove it. Prove there's no spark left."

"And how am I supposed to do that, asshole?" She watched him flinch. Why did her words hurt him so? He doesn't care for her, so why would her feelings about him affect him?

"Kiss me," he said softly.

"What?!" She tried to pull away again but failed.

"Kiss me, and if you don't feel anything, I'll accept that you hate me, but right now, I don't believe that's how you really feel. Kiss me and prove me wrong."

She couldn't believe how arrogant he was, but something inside her told her he was right. If she kissed him and felt nothing, then there were no other feelings but her hate left towards him. If she kissed him, she would know for sure, but that's what she was terrified of. What if there was something else there?

He watched her in anticipation. Hoping she would give in, he didn't press her. If she really did hate him now, at least he would get one last kiss, and he really wanted to feel her lips upon his once again. He wasn't lying to her when he told her that he still loved her. One of the reasons he broke it off was because of her ex. the fact that she was living with him while they were dating ate away at him. He was always wondering what they were doing and if she was being faithful, but he never questioned her about it. He was too proud.

Leaning towards her, he hoped she wouldn't reject him. He craved that one kiss more than anything.

She watched as he made his move. She didn't resist or back away because she knew this would be the true test. Their lips touched, and it was like electricity surged through both their bodies. He wrapped his arms around her and they ended up on the couch with him on top. The simple kissed turned passionate so quickly, she didn't realize it. After a few minutes, she finally pushed him off, and they were both breathless. He seemed dazed and had a big grin on his face.

"What the fuck are you smiling for?" she asked upset, confused, and annoyed. She was pissed because those feelings were still there. The fact that this little trip of hers was a bad idea was becoming clearer every minute.

"Don't tell me you didn't feel that. Both you and I felt it; there's no point in denying it." He watched her, wondering what her next move would be. He was addicted to her. He wanted to kiss her again but first, he needed a sign that she wanted this as much as he did. He knew she was probably wet from the kiss, and he also knew his arousal was apparent.

She looked at him, noticing that their kiss had the same effect on him as it did her. Anger and desire were coursing through her veins. Before seeing him, she was sure of the fact that she hated him. Now, sitting here so close to him and still being able to taste his lips made her realize she was just pissed because of the way things ended. But she wasn't about to throw herself into his arms and ask for him back. She didn't want him back. She was finally happy with herself and with who she was with. She didn't want to throw everything away for someone who was going to treat her like nothing. But damn it all, he looked so hot and tempting and she was so turned on. No, she couldn't do it. She loved Jack way too much. She tried willing the hate to come back, but it wasn't working. The anger did come back and at full force.

"You're an asshole, you really are. Did you think that you'd kiss me and then suddenly have me throwing myself at you? I despise you for everything you've done to me. You almost made me ruin my life!" She was practically yelling at him.

He didn't expect her to react like she did. He knew she felt what he felt, that there was something still there, but how was he going to convince her he wouldn't hurt her again? He decided to steer the subject away from them.

"How did you make it all the way here? I didn't see a car or a taxi driving away."

She told him how for most of the trip she took the bus, but they made her get off at the wrong stop, and then someone stole her tickets. She didn't have enough money to buy yet another ticket, or else she'd run out of money for food and the hotel she was planning on staying at for the night. She'd been on foot for a few days now, and she explained why he hadn't seen a car or anything - because of the two brothers.

He was amazed at all she went through just to see him again, even if it was for a negative reason. He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost noon.

"Are you hungry?" He asked softly.

"Actually, yeah," she replied.

He made something simple for them to eat, and they sat together in silence.

It had just hit her that they were alone together in the house.

"So what are you doing home on a Friday? Or did I keep you from going to work?" she asked.

"No, you didn't keep me. I actually took today off so I could have a three day weekend."

"Did you have something planned?" Her curiosity was peaked.

"No, I just wanted a mini-vacation."

A few minutes passed in silence again.

She cleared her throat, "So, when is everyone due back?"

"My sister's staying at the dorm, and my parents are away until next weekend." He began to wonder why she was asking.

"Oh," was her only reply.

Another few minutes passed, and then he got up and walked toward her. Pulling her out of the chair and into his arms, he kissed her again; lust and love were driving him. She pushed away from him.

"Jason, I can't do this. I don't want to do this." She was backing into a wall without realizing it, and he kept walking towards her. She knew from the look in his eyes what he wanted.

"You still have feelings for me. I can tell from the look in your eyes and from the way you kiss me."

She shook her head, denying it even though she knew he was right.

He could see that he was upsetting her again and decided to back off. He took her hand and lead her back to the couch, sitting her down.

"You win, okay? I give. I'm not going to force you into anything, but can you at least be civil to me?"

She shook her head - no. He let out a sigh and retreated to the kitchen. He made both of them a drink, but when he offered her one, she hesitated. He offered her the other one and got the same reaction.

"Kat, I'm not going to drink both of them. I didn't do anything to your drink. What can I do to prove it?" He was frustrated.

Her eyes grew wide as she heard the nickname fall from his lips like nothing. Anger was taking over her body again.

"First of all, asshole, don't you EVER call me that again. You lost that right a long time ago." She looked at the drinks in his hands. Damn, did those look good. "Take a good drink out of both, and then I'll know that you did nothing to them," she demanded. She watched as he did as she wanted and was pleased that he didn't hesitate. Taking one from him, she downed it in less than a minute and followed him as he went to make another.

Several drinks later, they were acting as if they were life-long friends. He was happy that the alcohol had mellowed her out, and now they were both at ease. The talked about everything, and even when the subject of their ex-relationship came up, things were still fine. She allowed him to explain his reasons and listened with an open mind. She actually understood why he did what he did. If she was him, it would have gotten to her too. The fear, jealousy, hurt, the fact that things were moving so fast. They would have eventually gotten to her also. It was getting close to 5pm, and they were both drunk, she worse off than he was. They both had admitted that those strong feelings still existed. She had forgotten everything, and it was as if they were the only two people who existed. They were both feeling the effects of the alcohol, and when he leaned and kissed her, she didn't object. The kiss began slow and soft, and then it turned more passionate. It was as if they were both starved and only the other could fulfill them. Her hands were tangled in his hair while his were wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until she was on his lap. His hand began to wander all over her body, onto her breasts, rubbing her back, massaging her tights. His lips moved to her neck, and his hand cupped her breast beneath her shirt.

A soft sigh escaped her lips. She was enjoying every second of his touch upon her. Soon, her shirt was lying crumpled on the floor. His hands were working his magic all over her; it was almost as if she was trapped, but she didn't care. She was blissfully happy for the moment, not thinking about anything but this moment and her lust. Suddenly, she felt so empty, and only one thing, one person could make her whole again. The alcohol was slowly beginning to wear off, but both of them were too involved in what they were doing to care.

"Kat, I want you," he spoke softly. Her only reply was a moan.

Their kisses became more passionate, and his shirt joined hers on the floor. He stopped the kiss before she knew what was going on, and he gathered her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and stripped down to his boxers. Jason sat down next to her, kissing her again, making his way down her body. When he reached her jeans and tried removing them, she stopped him. She was thinking semi-clear now.

"No, not like this," she pushed him away.

He looked at her, shock on his face.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

She sat up. "Look, I don't know who or what you've been with since me. If you want anything to happen, you need to use a condom."

His jaw was practically on the floor. "I have not been with anyone since you. I've had no desire to," he paused, looking at her. "Even if I had wanted to, I wouldn't have. I've had no interest in anyone. My heart," he held her hand to his chest, "my heart belongs to you. It has since the day we met, and it's been in your possession ever since."

She didn't know what to say because she didn't believe him. She knew him better than that, knew that he wouldn't do that because he never cared that much.

"Kat, baby, look at me," he didn't know what to say. How could he prove it to her? In reality, he couldn't. There was no way. "How can I prove it to you?"

There was only one thought in her mind and only one thing that was making the blood course through her veins: lust.

"Just, get dressed." She saw the look of rejection he had on his face, and she let out a sigh. "Well, unless you have any condoms around here, you'll need to be wearing something so we can go get some," she smiled.

"No, I don't have any. You know I hate those damn things." But yet, he began getting dressed anyway.

"Well, you're gonna have to deal with it if you want anything to happen." She was fully dressed now, and so was he.

They got into his car and went to the nearest convenient store.

From his driving, she knew the alcohol hadn't hit him like it hit her. She still had a full buzz going, and he seemed fine. She shrugged it off because it didn't really matter to her, but she was happy she had thought to use some sort of protection and not really having to force the issue. Either it had been a while since he last had sex, or he was just really horny. She didn't think that it had anything to do with her. She was just there and wasn't male, so he probably figured "why not?" She knew he still cared for her, but she wasn't sure how much. She had no reason to believe him even though the way he'd looked at her, and was still looking at her, told her different. He was great at playing head games; she had to keep reminding herself of that. After all, she still remembered how he had had Kelly wrapped around his little finger, believing he loved her, when they had fist met.




A Reunion



She shook the thoughts out of her head as she saw him making his way back to the car. He was grinning like a fool and had a bag in his hand.

Once he got into the car, he handed her the bag with several different types of condoms in it; they were all Trojan brand.

"I wasn't sure what kind you wanted, so I grabbed a few different ones," he smiled at her.

She didn't know what to say, so she just smiled and they left.

It felt like he was racing to get home, but the one thought going through his head was, "I hope she's happy with what I picked out." What was soon going to happen wasn't the reason for his thought – the sex was just a bonus. He wanted to make her happy, he wanted to make her his again. When they were together, he hated having to share her with her ex, but he could do nothing about it. He couldn't control who she spent her time with when he wasn't around, nor did he want to. He just didn't want her spending time with him. He began to wonder if she had finally left Jack, if she could fully be his now. Even after all these years, he still felt jealousy. Jack was able to be there with her through everything while he could only see her every so often. Phone calls, e-mails, and online conversations weren't enough. He had wanted her with him all the time. He had wanted to be there for her through everything. He had remembered her telling him she was pregnant after their week together during Valentine's Day. He had cruelly replied, "Is it mine?" He knew those words had hurt her, maybe more than anything he had said or done before they broke up. He would have done things differently if he had a second chance. He realized that after he cut off contact with her. And now this…This had to be his second chance with her. She still loved him, and he had helped her see that. They arrived at his home before he knew it.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he turned to look at her. She had never looked more beautiful then she did at this very moment. "Don't move," he said softly to her, and she didn't. He got out of the car and rushed over to her side to help her out. He smiled at the shock on her face and pulled her close, kissing her softly. "I love you, Kat," he whispered to her. Afraid of what he might hear in return, he pulled her into another kiss before she could breathe a word.

She felt as if she was walking on air as he lead her into the house and back to his bedroom. It was all too much at once, and she wasn't sure how to take it. Did she really want him back? No, not after all he put her through. Besides, she knew that her heart was Jack's, and he was good to her. They were happy together, but yes, she still did love him, and that fact ate her up inside. She wasn't going to let it ruin this though. She was going to allow herself to get lost in the moment, to take advantage of him, to get his hopes up and leave just as he had done to her. This was even more perfect than she had hoped it would be. She would be able to do to him what he did to her. She remembered when she was pregnant, only to have a miscarriage. That baby would have been all she had of him, but it wasn't meant to be. She wasn't ready for a child, and she was happy things had turned out the way they did. His arms around her snapped her out of the memories that were flowing through her head. As he started kissing her again, all thought flew from her mind. Her body wanted him even if her heart didn't.

He placed kisses everywhere he could until he needed to remove her clothes again. He laid her on the bed, letting his hands and lips wander all over her again, exciting her, making her desire grow. He needed her so badly; he needed to taste her. The urge to rip her clothes off was overtaking him, and he began tugging her jeans off. She was lying naked on his bed, and he had missed that sight. He kissed her everywhere, not wanting to miss a single spot on her. He had finally reached the spot his mouth was craving, and he was surprised she was smooth. For some reason, he was wishing she wasn't. There was a time where she wouldn't shave just for him; maybe he could convince her to stop again. Jason looked up at her before he began to lap away at her. He had missed her taste, and he barely heard her moan out. He was devouring her, making her writhe and he held her hips with his hands, feeling her squirm against him.

"More….I need more," she moaned out.

He knew what she wanted, and with her words of encouragement, he slid two fingers inside her and began pumping them in and out slowly. She was arching to him, and the feel of her against him, her wetness, her warmth, was driving him further. Even after all their time apart, he still knew when she was close to reaching orgasm. Her moans grew into cries of passion, and he began to intensify everything. The pressure of his tongue flicking her clit increased and changed between sucking and licking, and he thrust his fingers into her harder and faster. She screamed out as she let go, and he continued lapping up her juices. He couldn't get enough of the taste of her.

"Jason," she whispered. He looked up at her, knowing what she wanted. He moved up on the bed and as he was about to enter her, she pushed him away. "You're missing something," she said softly.

He backed off, wishing he had made her forget, but he did as she wished. As badly as he had wanted to feel her wrapped around him without any barriers, he knew there was time. She would be his again…he felt it. As he entered her, he again wished that there was nothing between them, that it was only them. He resisted the urge to go hard and fast and kept his pace slow. He wanted to tease her, knowing she wanted him to go at it with all he had. He felt her nails digging into his back which pushed him further. He couldn't take it anymore then she could, so he gave in to both of their desires. He felt her tightening on him, felt her dig in deeper. He heard her scream out as she came and winced as she bit down on his shoulder. The pain felt surprisingly good and it pushed him to release.

"Kat," he said softly, lying down next to her, pulling her into his arms. "That was…" he wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't figure out any words to describe what that felt like.

She was dazed, basking in the afterglow. It was then that Jack drifted into her mind. She had done it again. She had hurt him again. The smile that was on her face disappeared and sleep was taking over her. During the course of the night, they had made love several more times…

She awoke the next morning, and she was dressing in a t-shirt – his – and a pair of pajama pants. She didn't remember getting dressed during the night, but she shrugged it off. Her cell was ringing, and she knew who it was. Jason wrapped his arms around her, not wanting her to move.

"I have to take that." She answered the phone and told him she'd call him back in a few minutes. After dressing completely, she left the house to take her conversation outside, and she needed a cigarette. She dialed Jack's number and didn't have to wait long for him to answer. He asked how she was doing and if she made it there okay. She told him what had happened. He asked about how things went with him, and she hesitated. She was afraid to tell him, not wanting to hurt him with all of this again, but he urged her on. She didn't go into detail, but she told him what had happened, telling him that she still had feelings for him, but her feelings for Jack were stronger. "I love you, Jack, and you're the one I want to be with. That's not going to change. He doesn't have a hold on me like he used to. I could leave now and not care. I'm sorry," she said softly.

"No need to be sorry, babe. I kinda figured it was going to happen, and I'm not upset. As long as you come back to me, I'm happy."

She smiled at his words, only now realizing how strong their bond was. "Jack, I have something in mind, but I need your okay first."

She told him the plan that had just formed in her mind and was surprised to him agreeing to it. They talked for some time before the cold got to her again, and she got off the phone and went inside. The whole time she was out there, Jason was watching her through his window. He had figured out who it was that called, and his heart was breaking. She was still with him, but had last night changed anything? Had she gone outside to tell him it was over? He would have to wait to see what she would tell him. He watched her go back into the house and laid back in the bed. She came in with a smile on her face.

"I take it that was a good phone call," he said, sitting up in the bed. "So, does that mean you're coming back to bed now?" He was really hoping she would tell him what was going on.

She laughed softly, "Yes, it was a good phone call." She sat down next to him, "but you and I need to talk. There's stuff going on that you should know about," she said softly.

He looked at her, hoping he knew what she would say. She looked so serious.

She cleared her throat before she began. "That was Jack on the phone, and before you say anything, yes, I still am with him. I have been with him for a long time. I love him. You and I…" she paused. "You hurt me so badly, Jason. You really did. Even after everything I put him through, he was always there for me. He's still there for me. I told him what happened between us last night; I told him that I still have feelings for you, and you know, he's okay with it. He knew even before I did that this would happen. But, my heart is his. I love him, and nothing's going to change that. Yes, I still have feelings for you, but the ones I have for him are stronger." She watched, waiting for his reaction.

He wasn't sure what to say. She was telling him that there was no chance for them, that she wouldn't leave him. So, what should he do now? He had been waiting for so long for another chance with her; he never thought he'd get another one. He didn't want to throw this away. He couldn't. He needed to convince her that they were meant to be together. "Kat, you can't tell me that you're about to throw all of this away. We were meant to be. How long are you going to stay?"

"I was going to leave Sunday night. Why?" She didn't really want to go through this, but everything was going just the way she planned. Playing along was just too easy, she only hoped that she wasn't setting herself up again.

"Give me until then to prove to you that you belong with me. Please, Kat…just give me until then." He watched her, hoping to see some kind of sympathy, hoping for her to give him hope.

She nodded in agreement. "You have until Sunday night. You can take me to the bus stop then."

"Would you mind if I drove you? I have the next week off, so um, yeah. I would like to drive you there."

"What makes you think that I trust you enough to do that, Jason?" The thing was, she knew that he would take her. It would just be amusing for the two men to see each other again. Especially with what she had in mind. He interrupted her thoughts when he kissed her, pulling her down next to him. His hands were on her waist, under her shirt, caressing her skin.

"I don't think you need to worry about whether or not you'll reach your destination. What you should worry about is whether or not I'll actually let you leave," he laughed softly.

She let her fingers tangle in his hair as she pulled him to her for another kiss. The idea going through her head was exciting her. The thought of humiliating him was exciting her. She wondered if he would take the bait. She cleared her throat. "So, I have an idea, hon," she smiled at him.

"What's your idea?" He asked, curious.

"Well, I know for a fact that no matter what you do, it won't change my mind. I have made my decision long ago on who it is I want to be with. I want Jack, no one else. But, I did run something by him, and he did agree to it," she smiled again, this one bigger.

"Do tell, Kat. You have me intrigued."

"Well, if you really still want to be with me, it has to be under my terms. If you don't agree to my proposal, then yeah, I'll give you until Sunday, but after that, there's nothing."

"Okay," he watched her, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"I've been doing some experimenting since you left, and I have taken a serious liking to it," she was suppressing her desire to laugh, and she almost couldn't hold it in. "You see, Jack and I have gotten a bit stuck because neither one of us wants to give up the controlling role. He likes playing Master, and I love playing Mistress."

His eyes widened at her words. He didn't think she'd ever get into that kind of lifestyle. The last time they were together, she wouldn't even let him cuff her. "So, what are you saying?"

"Well, he's willing to share, but, you'd have to submit to both of us….fully," she was enjoying this way too much. "Oh, and don't take that the wrong way. The two of you won't do anything together, but, if he's around and tells you to do something, you can't say no. If you're disobedient, the will be consequences. And I promise to break you in slowly."

"So, what you're telling me is that this is the only way? For me to submit to you? For me to let you control me?" he was shocked, never expecting anything like this.

"Well, at least sexually," she couldn't help it, a giggle escaped.

"Please tell me you're kidding, Kat?" He watched her shake her head. So, on top of having to share her, he would be controlled by her? Could he really give up control to her? Yes. In order to be with her, he'd do anything. He craved her like nothing else, and no one had been able to fill the void that she left. Of course he would do it. He would do anything for her at this point.

"And, if you're a good boy, I may even let you just play with me," she smiled again. This was too much fun, and looking at him was like reading an open book. She was positive his answer would be yes. He didn't even have to tell her, but when he did, she kissed him. "You'll enjoy yourself, trust me on that."

"There's just one thing, Kat…"

"And we'll get you a collar and all…"

"Kat," he interrupted her. She looked at him, and he continued. "I love you, you know that. But, is this how things are going to be like from now on? I mean, I'm going to have to call you Mistress and ask for permission to do things and whatnot, right?" He was dreading her answer. He was hoping it wouldn't be that drastic.

"No. When you come down to see me, yes, things will be like that. When we talk on the phone or online, you will address me as Mistress. There are a ton of places that give advice on the Dom/sub relationships. Do your research." She had much of her own to do as well. She honestly didn't think that he would go for it, but now that he had, she really did need to find out what the hell she was doing, how she was supposed to act with him and other things. She had an idea from much of the literature she read, but she had never put any of it into practice. This would be interesting indeed, and not only did she have to do research, but so did Jack.

"Okay, I'm fine with that, but I have a favor to ask you." She nodded, allowing him to go on. "For the rest of this weekend, can it just be me and you? I mean, just us, how we were without the whole, um, situation?" Again, she nodded and he grinned. He took her into his arms so she was lying on top of him. She had moved so that she was straddling him, and he pulled her down to kiss her.

This was going to be so much fun….

If the only chance he had with her was the choice she was giving him, how could he not take it? It was his own fault that he had acted like an idiot in the first place. He was just lucky that she still had feelings for him. His stupidity and jealousy forced him to give her up. Now, he had to knowingly share her. Could he really do just that? If he wanted to be with her, did he really have a choice? To top everything off, he had to fully submit to her. Could he really do that? He would try, but if he failed, would she reject him? These were all questions he would have to ask her another time. Right now, he only wanted to enjoy the time they had together.

This was definitely going to be interesting, and she was a bit surprised that Jamie had agreed to it. The more she thought about it, the more she surprised herself at coming up with the idea. She had never before thought of being with more than one man. It just wasn't right for her. The only men she had ever slept with, she was always in a relationship with. In a way, the thought excited her, but she would be sharing herself with two men. Then again, it's not as if she hadn't done that before. While she was with Jason the first time around, she was technically still with Jamie even though Jason didn't know. This time, both men knew about each other and they claimed to be okay with the situation. This time, Jamie would be the one that she put first. After all, her heart was his. She really did love him, so why was she here, in bed, with Jason? Yes, a part of her heart was always his and it probably always would be, but that wasn't an excuse. And why did Jamie agree to this? Was it because he was afraid that if he didn't, he would lose her? That couldn't be it. If he had said no, she would have left it at that. But still, the thought of being able to humiliate Jason excited her. She could finally put part of herself at peace because of this. He had hurt her, badly, but did that really give her a right to potentially hurt Jamie because of this? No, it didn't. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Jamie. A shiver went through her as she thought about what she could do to Jason.

"Kat, are you cold?" He asked as he put his arm around her. She had moved to sit beside him.

She shook her head. "No, not cold. It was a shiver of excitement," she grinned.

He took her in his arms and held her close. "I'm so glad you came here. I honestly though I'd never see you again," he said softly. Even though he had been the one to end things, his feelings remained strong. As they sat together, Jason began to think about all the time they had lost. If he had never pushed her away, they would probably still be together now, and maybe Jamie would be fully out of the picture. Then again, she and Jamie were close even back then, so maybe he would've been in the picture, but only as a friend. There was nothing he could do, though. He had fucked up on his own, so he had to pay the price. If she hadn't come here on her own, he would have never contacted her, and he would still be longing for her. The truth of the matter was that he was scared and he ran.

If he hadn't have run, would they be married by now, have kids? Probably, and that's what terrified him the most. They moved too fast when they were together, and even though he was the one who brought up having a baby, he knew they both weren't ready for it. That hadn't hit him at the time though. He had felt that the time was right, that they were ready for that step, but he never thought she would have agreed to it. Then, they began trying and that's when everything hit him. That's when he started to push himself away and distancing himself. The more he had thought about everything, the more terrified he became, and that's when he suggested a break and that break lead to the break up. He had regretted everything since. Instead of talking to her, telling her that he thought they should slow down, he fled. Up until last night, he thought he had ruined his chance with her, that he had lost her forever, but he got a second chance. For that, he would use everything he had to prove to her that they belonged together. He knew that they did. It was fate that brought her back to him, and he would never let her go again. It didn't matter that she was with Jamie. To him, Jamie was just an obstacle that he would have to get past, and he had a feeling that he would. Jason pulled her closer still and kissed her softly. All of his feelings for her were in that kiss, and he hoped that she could feel it.




A Reunion



His kiss left her breathless for more than one reason. She wasn't expecting it, and it was a very intense kiss. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. He pulled her onto his lap. The thought of this not being the greatest idea in the world was still clear in her mind, but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to back out of it. The smart thing would have been to do just that, but she missed him. Being in his arms felt so right and then her mind drifted towards Jamie. She saw his smiling face and his arms held out to her as he was welcoming her home. She loved him so much, and even after all the years they had spent together, she was still very much in love with him. A sigh escaped her lips as what she was doing fully hit her. Whether or not he was okay with it didn't matter; she was still betraying him. She felt guilty, and she felt like a horrible person. But still, she really didn't want to back out of it. How would Jason react if she did?

Jason looked down at her, and he could see she was lost in thought. He could see the guilt written all over her face, and he feared she would snatch their second chance away from them both. They had a chance to be happy together, and he really didn't want to lose that. He didn't want her to give up so easily, but most of all, he didn't want to lose any of this. It was his opportunity to win her back for good, to woo her away from Jamie. He could make her so much happier anyway.

"What's on your mind, Kat?" He asked softly.

She wasn't sure how to answer that, but she did need to answer. "It's a lot of things, Jason. I guess you could say I have a lot to think about. I never expected things to turn out the way they have."

"Do you regret it?" Please say no, he thought. If she regretted it, then she would change her mind.

"I'm not sure regret is the right word. I'm just wondering if this is the right thing to do," she paused. "No, that's not right either because I know this isn't the right thing to do. I guess I'm just doubting my decision. I don't want anyone to get hurt because of this, but at the same time, I know someone will." And, hopefully, that someone will be you, she thought.

Yeah, Jamie will be the one to get hurt, he thought to himself. "No one's going to get hurt with this, baby; not if we play our cards right." He offered her a smile and hugged her. "Just, don't worry about it, and don't think about it too much. You'll end up stressing yourself out, and that's not good for you." He wasn't sure what else to say. She didn't really answer his first question, but he wasn't too worried about it. He decided to change the subject. "So, is there anything you'd like to do today? Some place you want to go? Or, we could just stay in bed all day," he grinned.

The only place she wanted to go was home. She missed her bed, and she just wanted to curl up under the covers and disappear for a while. "I don't know. You know I don't know the area that well, and yeah," she looked up at him. "Why don't you decide what we're going to do? Since you want to drive me back, we need to leave tomorrow."

Why did she need to go back so soon? He didn't want to let her go already, but he knew he didn't have a choice. Maybe he could spend the rest of his vacation with her. Now, that was a thought, but he'd wait until later to suggest that. Asking now would be too soon, and he wanted to make her feel more comfortable with him. He wanted her to dread leaving. Ten, it hit him. If he did go back with her, he would have to step into that submissive role. She had only agreed to the rest of the weekend, and then there was the fact that she wanted him to do some research on how he was supposed to act. If he could convince her that they were better off without the Dom/sub roles, then they'd be all set, but how was he going to do that? Maybe if he made her see that she didn't need to play that role with him, she would change her mind. Even if she didn't, he really didn't care. He just wanted to be with her. Anything would be better than the loneliness he had subjected himself to.



A Reunion



Finally, he came for a visit. He hadn't seen her in months, but as he walked into her apartment his control started to falter. She welcomed him in with a smile and led him to her sparsely furnished living room. Each step she took made her ass sway, a motion that mesmerized him, focusing all his attention on the gentle movement of her hips. She was alone tonight, she told him, it was just the two of them. He sat down on the couch beside her, shifting uncomfortably at the proximity of her warm, soft skin. They were talking, how he was not certain and about what he was even less so. All he could think about was her lush curves, the firmness of her breasts, the taste of her in his mouth, her body spread beneath his, his cock inside of her. What were they talking about; he was talking but about what? 

He must have agreed to watch a movie for she got up and put one in the DVD player. She sat right next to him, her breasts pressed against his side, searing him. Was it a good movie? What was going on? He couldn't focus with her head on his shoulders like that, every time he looked at her he could see down her shirt, at a hint of her supple breasts - just begging him to touch. One hand rested on his chest the other on his thigh. He wanted to feel her hands around his cock. The memories of her delicate fingers wrapped around him, teasing him were almost more than he could stand. The movie, right, he had to concentrate on the movie. Why is that guy chasing that girl? 

She stood up, said she was warm and was going to change. As she left the room he tried to pull his mind together and calm down. He had to pull it together. He waited, feeling like eternity was passing by. What was she doing? She asked him from the other room if he was hungry. Sure he could use some munchies; at least his hands would be doing something other than trying not to touch her. She walked right up to him, stopping in front of him. It takes him a moment to drink his fill of the naked goddess standing before him. His memory did not lie about her perfection. She took his hand and placed it on her breast. She told him if he was thirsty he could suckle. She placed his other hand between her legs and told him if he was hungry he could eat. She takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch and leans back spreading her legs to give him full access to her. 

Her smell was intoxicating, he moved closer to her. He takes her nipple into his mouth licking its peak, grabbing hold of it with his teeth. His hands came up to grab hold of her full breasts, to squeeze them, to fondle them. He littered her breasts with kisses, teasing her, making her beg for more. He slowly mad a path of kisses down her flat tummy to the apex at her legs. He trailed kisses along her thighs, while his fingers slid into her. He stroked her clit, rubbing it in circles, pinching it between his fingers. His mouth comes down on top of her, his tongue replacing his fingers. Her taste is euphoric, his tongue moves over her clit branding her. His finger slides inside her massaging her, making her drip. Her breath becomes ragged, and he can feel her body temperature rising. He feels her shudder as her release runs through her. She is trying not to scream her glory. 

He kisses his way back up to her mouth. Her hands are frantic on his body, his fingers are still inside her, not letting her rest. She pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. Her hands make haste to his pants. They are off and discarded in a flash, as if they were never there. She pushes him back, forcing him to sit up a look of confusion on his face. She looks at him with an evil grin and pushes him onto his back. Her hand wraps around his cock, sliding it up and down. She leans over and licks the tip of his head, kissing it gently. Slowly she slides him into her mouth, shallow and slow, teasing. Slowly she starts moving faster, bringing him deeper into her mouth. Her hand and her mouth seemed to work in unison and her lips feel so good around his shaft. Her tongue was agile, sliding around him playing with him, doing things he couldn't describe. Whatever she was doing he never wanted it to stop. His hands clenched, his muscles lost control he felt detached from his body, yet connected to every nerve. His senses were flying, he was going to cum. He warns her, but she pushes on, making his muscles pulse as he gushes into her mouth. 

She swallows everything he's got and licks him clean. She kisses a trail up to his mouth and collapses against him. They finished the movie, though he had no idea what was going on. She was still naked against him, her hands wrapped around him. He was hard again. She slowly got up and motioned for him to follow her and they went into her room. She lay on the bed but told him to stay. Her hands slide over her breasts and down to her stomach. Her fingers separated her lips while another found her clit. She took the nub between her fingers pinching it, rubbing it. She slowly slipped two fingers inside her, pistoning them in and out with ease. He can see that she is getting wetter with every stroke. When she is ready she crooks her finger at him and invites him to join her. He climbs into bed and settles himself between her legs. They kiss, his lips assaulting hers before he moves his attention to the hollow of her neck. She tips her hips and her cunt rubs against his already hard cock inviting him in. He knows she is ready for him, she is wanting him. He rubs his head against her clit and slides into her. God she feels tight around him. Slowly he starts moving as her legs come up and wrap around his hips, pulling him deep. 

He can feel himself fill her, and she starts matching his pace. As she bucks against him he increases his pace, his mouth all over hers, and their tongues are playing, fighting for possession of each other. Every thrust is faster and a little deeper. She arches her back against him, her hands roaming his body until they land on his hips. She pulls him into her so he can feel her muscles tightening around him, she was so close already. Their bodies move as one, his thrusts hard, going ever faster. His hand sneaks between them and he takes her clit in between his fingers like she had done earlier and plays. He massages it in circles, kissing her deep;y as she starts to tremble and her muscles contract around him, milking him, sending him higher. As she screams her release he loses his control and gives in to his pleasure, filling her. He collapses on top of her and she kisses him tenderly. She curls into him, their bodies glistening, their breath ragged. Neither of them move as the drift off to sleep. 

As he leaves her the next morning she kisses him goodbye and rubs his cock through his jeans and whispers "Come by more often."



A Reunion



Zach Schwartz got lucky. At the age of 22, right out of film school he got his screenplay picked up. Zach was given a 100,000 dollar advance and stood to make more money once the movie was released. Zach decided to move to L.A., surely this would be only the first of many movies he would write, direct of even star in. Zach was a good looking young man he had the whole world at his finger-tips.

Upon arrival in L.A. Zach's luck continued as he met Valarie Mays, who was the most attractive women he had ever seen much less dated. Valarie was an aspiring actress and took a keen interest in Zach once she found he had a screenplay in the works and a 100,000 dollar advance. Valarie had dark brown hair nicely tanned skin, she had big brown eyes that could convince any man of just about anything. Valarie had medium sized tits, but it was her ass that really was her top bodily feature, it was much like Jennifer Lopez's ass in shape and size. Valarie liked to complain about how her ass was "too big." Valarie knew that her ass was what made her stand out and what made her popular among so many men.

The relationship became more serious very quickly and soon enough Valarie had moved into Zach's apartment. Once Valarie started living with Zach she started spending his money to pay off her own large credit card debts and to finance a new car. Valarie had extremely expensive tastes.

At the beginning of the relationship sex was frequent, but over time Valarie started to become disinterested in sex. Zach started to become insecure and constantly worried that Vararie would leave him. Valarie exploited this scenario to her benefit as she accepted many expensive gifts from Zach. She used sex as a reward to keep Zach at her beck and call.

Zach's luck changed when the a-list star of the screenplay of the movie he wrote dropped out and the project was cancelled. Zach's 100,000 dollars was nearly spent in less than a year and he had not written anymore screenplays. Two days after he told Valarie that his movie was canceled Valarie left him for a movie producer.

For the next few years Zach worked has a waiter as he began writing another screenplay, while he saw Valarie play bit parts in various movies and sitcoms. Zach realized he had been used and that all Valarie wanted him for was his money and his potential fame. Although Zach was crushed he made peace with the situation and moved on.

Five years had passed before Zach sold another screenplay and the movie became a sleeper hit. Zach sold another screenplay and helped edit many others. By the time Zach was 28 he developed good reputation for quality work. Zach was grateful for his success, but he always wanted to do more than just write for movies. Zach was able to use his personal finances to fund an independent movie, that he both starred and directed. It took two years to film and almost ruined him financially but Zach's movie was released to wide-spread critical acclaim and was a hit, Zach's movie was even nominated for some awards.

By the time Zach was 32 he had released four more movies, two of which he starred in, all of which he directed and wrote. One of those movies made 500,000,000 dollars world-wide and made Zach one of the biggest a-list stars in Hollywood. He was even named one of the "sexiest men alive"

Valarie was a distant memory, Zach had slept with many women and dated actresses. Zach had barely any time for a real relationship and at the moment did not really want one. He was living a life-long dream.

After directing a movie in Africa, Zach was exhausted, after doing all the necessary interviews and press for the movie Zach needed a good amount of time to himself at his home(which was a large Hollywood mansion.) Upon arrival Zach got the run down from his personal secretary of all the phone calls he had received(he had a business contact that was given out to people, his personal cell-phone was off limits to everyone except personal friends.) The usual list of movie people came up, but then Valarie Mays name came up about five times. Zach had nearly forgotten about Valarie up until this point, but the fact that she tried to get a hold of him brought the memories back.

Zach could have a long list of women, but Valarie kept him up at night. Zach remembered how he was treated by Valarie, he remembered her luscious lips and her killer ass. Many of the women Zach had slept with after Valarie left were models and were more conventionally attractive than Valarie, but Valarie had a certain appeal. Valarie had kept such a distance sexually, there was never anything adventurous about the sex and looking back at it Valarie never truly had any interest in Zach, but now she did. Zach had to see this through.

The next day Zach called a very clearly smitten Valarie and arranged a date at a fine dinning establishment. It was interesting to meet Valarie again, the girl he was once completely enamored by who had seemed so out of his league a decade earlier, was even more attractive than before yet she was clearly desperate. She didn't talk about her acting career, but it was clearly not doing very well. Zach suspected she had again run up a lot of credit card debt and was very close to being forced to wait tables.

As the two got into the Limo on the way back, Valarie attempted to unzip Zach's pants. Zach pulled her hand away and told the Limo driver to take Valarie back to her apartment. The rejected Valarie left the Limo with her head down. Zach felt good leaving Valarie high and dry and he planned on not seeing Valarie again.

Still Zach couldn't stop thinking about his former flame, he obsessed over her, although he tried to make himself believe that he wasn't. Eventually Zach asked his secretary to pay no expense in researching Valarie's history since he had last seen her.

Zach received a very well vetted report from his secretary three days later. Apparently the producer that she left Zach for got her a good deal of minor roles in sitcoms and movies, but her career never took off. Eventually the producer's wife filed for divorce as Valarie's name was mentioned numerous times in the divorce proceedings. The producer's career took a nose-dive after the divorce and Valarie's acting roles dried up.

Valarie must have gone into some hard times, because her name didn't come up again until she was arrested for credit card fraud and cocaine possession. Valarie spent a little over two years in prison. After her prison term was over Valarie worked for a company named "bright water services" which through careful investigation turned out to be a very high end escort service.

Zach felt sorry for Valerie, clearly through her own fault she had ruined her acting career, the only possible way for her to salvage it would be to form a relationship with him. Zach remembered how driven by material goods and fame Valarie was. At 32 Valarie was still young enough and beautiful enough to make it in Hollywood, Zach was her last chance.

Zach made a call to Valarie the next day, asking her to go on another date. Valarie could barely contain her joy. That night Valarie was stunningly dressed. Zach purposefully talked about all the important people he knew and how much power he had in Hollywood. Zach watched Valarie swoon.

Going back to Zach's mansion, Valarie who had consumed a lot of wine at dinner whispered in Zach's ear about how much more "open-minded" she was now and how much she missed Zack's "large cock."

The Butler Jim opened the door and let both Zach and Valarie in. 

"Jim could you turn on the lights and bring my chair recliner in the room and put it over there by the stairs"

The butler quickly turned on the lights and dragged a large red chair into the center of the open lobby.

"Would you like me to leave sir?" said the Butler.

Zach gave the butler a tip and the butler left for his quarters. Zach held Valarie's hand and sat down in the chair. Valarie got on top of Zach and started to kiss him on the lips. Zach pushed her away and said,

"You have to remember the way you treated me, ten years ago." Valarie bit her bottom lip and tried to unbutton Zach's pants, she said, "I was a bad girl, do you want to spank me?"

Zach brushed her hand away from his pants and told Valarie to get undressed. Without hesitation Valarie got up and started stripping, she took off her dress and started slowly taking off her bra and panties. Valarie undressed in the most conventionally sexy way she could, Zach became errect. She stood before Zach with only her underwear on.

Valarie unclasped her bra and then slowly slid out of her underwear. Valarie was standing in front of Zach completely naked except her high heel shoes. Zach told Valarie to take off her shoes too. Valarie stepped out of her shoes, her bare feet pressed onto the cold marble floor. Valarie slowly walked towards Zach and draped herself over his lap. "Spank me, I've been so bad." said Valarie in a sultry voice.

"I want you to stand up and walk twenty feet away from me and face your back towards me. Your going to get spanked, but not by me. Your going to spank yourself. I want you to apologize for something you've done then I want you to spank yourself hard with your open palm five times."

Valarie looking slightly shocked got herself up off Zach's she looked him in the eyes and said "I'll do whatever you want." Zach watched as Valarie sexily walked twenty feet away with her back facing him."

"I am sorry I treated you badly." said Valarie quietly.

"Be more specific and say it louder" Zach replied.

"I'm sorry I spent your money Zach." Valarie said louder and then she started slaping her right butt cheek."SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Good, just a little harder next time."

Valarie hesitated, "I am sorry I only had sex with you when I wanted something." SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Zach could see Valaries Right ass cheek getting red. "After the next one move onto the left cheek okay." Zach yelled.

"I am sorry I cheated on you." SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!

"I didn't know you cheated on me." Zach said with a smile on his face, "Tell me something else I don't know." Valarie held her head down, clearly losing her composure. Valarie was humiliated.

After a long pause Valarie said, "I'm sorry I stole your credit card" SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Zach remembered now that right after Valarie left him his credit card was missing, 500 dollars was charged to it before he got it voided. It was the last 500 dollars he had, he had to beg his parents for money after that. "Okay last one."

"I don't know anything else!" cried Valarie

"I know there is more" said John

Valarie quickly stated "I am sorry I fucked a casting agent for a role while I was with you!" SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Now both Valarie's ass cheeks were red. Zach pulled out his fully erect 8 inch cock from his pants. He was still wearing a suit with only the shaft of hick cock exposed, this was a stark contrast to the completely nude Valarie.

"Crawl over to me on all fours and suck my cock."

Valarie got onto her hands and knees and swiped her hair to the side then began to crawl towards Zach slowly in s sultry manner, like a large predatory cat. When Valarie finally reached Zach she started slowly sucking his cock with dramatic lustful eye-contact, simultaneously moaning with Zach's large erect cock him her mouth.

Zach clutched her hair and bobbed her head up and down on his cock, after he let go she was sucking at a much faster rate. Valarie's saliva mixed with her head bobbing created the unmistakable sound of a sloppy blowjob.

Zach instructed Valarie to shake her ass up and down while giving him head, she did just that. As Zach watched Valarie's ass jiggle as she sucked him off, he could felt himself ready to explode.

Zach stood up and looked down on Valarie still sucking his cock and still shaking her ass. Valarie was looking up at him with her big pleading brown eyes. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and almost immediately surprised her with a massive facial. First the cum hit her left eye, then her forehead, then her nose. At first Valarie looked disgusted, with one eye closed and a wrinkled nose. Soon Valarie was looking up at him smiling, her face dripping with cum.

Zach handed Valarie a towel and Valarie wiped herself up and started to get dressed. Zach buzzed his driver to give Valarie a ride home. "I loved that." Valarie said with still a small dab of cum in her hair, her make up running and her hair slightly disheveled. Zach nodded his head, as Valarie studied his face to look for approval. As Valarie started to slowly walk out the door Zach just sat back down in the chair. The last thing Valarie said was "I hope we see each other soon." Zach sat on his chair satisfied.



A Reunion



When I arrive to pick you up I notice you're already outside in front of your place, waiting for me. I see you in the dim porch light and my butterflies only beat their wings faster at the sight of you. My memory of you had so many little details patched over, and seeing you there instantly filled in all the gaps. You look better than I remember. You wave, unselfconsciously, and you click down the driveway in your heels and slide in next to me.

"Hi!" you beam, wide eyed and happy, and I smile back and lean across to kiss you on the cheek. The car fills with the sweet scent of your shampoo. "Sorry I'm late" I wink, and you laugh. We each take a moment to look at one another, familiar but a little different nonetheless. Your face is the same as I remember, youthful and bright, still beautiful and unflinching, and I'm happy that hasn't changed. Your smile tells you're happy to see me too. You're wearing a dark blue mini skirt and a gray sweater that hugs your curves tight. Your legs are sheathed in luscious sheer stockings and you cross them toward me; I wonder if you remember how much it excites me when you do that. "Where are we going?" you ask me, full of excitement and innocence, so I put it in drive. 

"It's a surprise."

We're making idle small talk while I take us to a great restaurant I picked out, which should be a twenty minute drive from your place. All along we reminisce and discuss the tragic sagas of our lives, catching up in a nervous, anticipatory way. The sound of your voice, the smell of your hair, just being proximate to you makes me feel like no time has passed at all. Several times, I have to stop myself from reaching across the console to cup your thigh in my hand, like I used to so often do when we drove somewhere. We fall into our old rhythm in no time. But in mid-sentence, I groan. Traffic.

Of course, I hadn't expected traffic problems on a Saturday night, but here we are, in the middle lane on the highway, tail lights blazing all around us. "Oh what the fuck" you mutter. I try to switch lanes to get some movement going but it's no use. I crane to catch a glimpse of the problem, but that's no use either. Cars are piling up behind us, and nothing is moving. "Fuckkk" I croak, annoyed, and you agree. 

I put the car in park. "Maybe we should have packed a picnic" I joke. "I know" you laugh, "I'm sooo hungry!" We talk for a while, inching along the highway at a snail's pace, and I worry absently that it might get awkward if we run out of things to say. But when the conversation lulls, and I put the car in park yet again, you move towards me and rest your head on my shoulder like you used to do, and it feels right. So I run my hand up your knee, just like I wanted, resting it on your thigh, and you curl into me and wrap your arms around mine, snuggling into my shoulder comfortably. 

We creep along like this for a long time, not really speaking but just silently enjoying each other's touch. My fingers dance along your stocking and you arch your back very slightly, as though showing me approval. Your own fingers are gently tracing circles on my bicep, telling me you like how I feel. I put the car in park again when we reach another impasse, and I settle back into my seat and try not to close my eyes. The energy is palpable. Relaxed, my hand slips a little further up your thigh and you emit a little moan into my arm, sending a jolt all the way through me. I turn to you as you look up at me, and we fall into each other.

When our lips meet they part instantly and our tongues probe each other with a slow knowing. You exhale into me twist toward my kiss, my hand off your leg and wrapped around your waist. Your mouth is a madeleine, reminding me of the long, drawn out kisses I used to bathe you with, always careful to taste every inch of you. The memory drives us forward. We kiss deeply, but it's controlled and rhythmic, telling us both that we're ready for a lot more. 

We're interrupted by a chorus of honks, and we break our kiss to notice that traffic has moved forward quite a bit. "Oh shit" I laugh, and you giggle as I shunt into drive, awkwardly jerking the car forward. Traffic seems to be moving a little faster now, but not nearly fast enough. You curl into me again, but this time you run your hand up my thigh instead, only stopping to sample the bulge you created. You coo approvingly, rubbing my growing cock through my pants, and I lick my lips.

"How far are we?" you plead, and I genuinely don't know. Cars are lurching along, bunching in between lanes and jockeying for opportunities. "I think I chose the wrong restaurant". You don't seem to mind the traffic anymore though, fascinated with my arousal. You wrap your little fingers around me and squeeze, urging me on. "Oh Jesus" I groan, "you're killing me!" but you don't care. The thin fabric of my pants is enough to keep me from bursting right there, but you unzip me brazenly and slip your hand underneath. My cock twitches as you grip my shaft, squeezing me harder now. 

"Hurry up" you demand, impatiently stroking my hard cock. "We're stuck here I think, it's still a while before we get there." You keep stroking me, and it's hard for me to keep my eyes on the road. We get honked again and you look back at the driver, annoyed. "How much further?"

"I don't know," I reply, "but we could just go someplace else."

"Yeah," you say, leaning across. "Get off at the next exit". 

In one motion you've draped yourself across the center console while undoing my belt, your round ass curving away from me. You have my pants open in a flash and you sink your mouth down onto my hard cock, taking me all the way down right away. Little by little your lips slide up my shaft, ringed tight around me and coating me with wetness, sucking hard and evenly. When you finally reach the head, your tongue twirls around me before you sink back down again. Soon you're bobbing up and down on my cock, blowing me slowly and deliberately like you always used to. 

I manage to find an exit after a few minutes of this, and I'm driving desperately as you swallow every inch of my cock. Navigating is next to impossible while you do that to me, but as we turn a dark corner a miraculous Holiday Inn sign fills the car with a neon glow. Thrilled, I tap your shoulder and you look up from your task. 

"I'm going to get us a room, okay?" and you nod approvingly, watching me with hungry eyes.

You go back to stroking my cock, faster and more urgently than before. "Please..." you beg, "I want you to fuck me..." You moan deliciously as you say this, music to my ears. "Please fuck me, I need it..." you beg again, giving my cock another teasing lick. I can't take my eyes off you. "Please baby, I'm creaming..." you gasp, squeezing me once more. I don't need to be told twice, so I peel into the parking lot like a teenager on his first date, frantic from your teasing.

We park the car and I do up my pants while you kiss my neck and rub my chest. We walk hand-in-hand to the entrance, stopping several times to kiss and grope each other, but once we're inside, the bright lights of the lobby somehow make what we're doing seem more real. I'm almost hesitant as I sign for the room, passing the clerk my credit card absently, but my doubts are swept away with the knowledge that, in mere minutes, I will finally have you again. 

In the elevator, it's awkward. We're across from one another, standing stoic, as though waiting to see who will make the first move despite having already trampled all over that line. There's something hesitant in both of us, and when the doors open we gingerly step out and find our room in an almost business-like way. I hold the door for you and we're inside.

I let the door settle behind me as it shuts. You slink away from me, checking out the room, kicking your heels off as you walk. "Don't do that" I instruct you, and you turn to me in amusement. "Oh, you like my shoes?" You slip back into your heels like a good girl, and I walk towards you with a look of determination. 

You move to kiss me but I scoop you up by your ass and carry you in my arms over to the bed instead. You wrap your legs around me and suck on my neck, tearing at my shirt with vain attempts to undress me before I toss you on the mattress. You squeal with delight. 

I kneel down as you spread your legs wide for me, as if on instinct. I run my hands along your stockings and I bunch your skirt up around your waist as my fingers trace the tops of your stockings. You curl your left leg around my neck and I kiss the insides of your thighs, tickling you with my stubble. You moan with desire as I inch my way up, tasting your flesh through your stockings and enthralled by their silky texture. I reach the soft skin of your upper thighs, creamy and exposed above your nylons, and I suck hard, bruising you. 

I finally reach your lacy pink panties and I press my nose and mouth against them. They're soaked through, leaving a dark puddle where your pussy oozes for me. I inhale deeply, loving your scent, and it drives me wild. I bury my face in you as you thrash on the bed, trying desperately to rid yourself of the thin fabric that separates us. I back off slightly, pushing your thighs together over my head, and then I peel your panties off and slip them down your long legs. Now free, you spread wide for me again and I eat your pussy aggressively, savoring the taste. 

"Mmmm baby, I missed it" you moan, closing your eyes and sinking into the pillow. I lick you up and down, parting your lips and sucking your juices into my mouth. I roll my tongue deep inside you, making you cry out. When I bear down on your clit, waves of orgasm shake your body. I buzz it with my lips, and you scream. I keep sucking you hard as you cum all over my face, and as you come down I lap up all your juices in my greedy way.

"Ohhh God" you exclaim in a tired voice. "Oh God you made me cum so hard..."

I stand up, my face still glistening with your juices. To my surprise, you spring to life immediately, pulling your sweater over your head and unhooking your bra. I quickly undress, and once we're both naked I join you on the bed. Our limbs are wrapped together as we kiss, my mouth still tasting your body all over. I suck your nipples one at a time as you reach under me to take my cock in your hand. You position me right over your pussy, and we lock eyes as I ease myself inside you. 

With my cock buried deep, we kiss again, your legs wrapping around my back. I give you a quick thrust, and you cry out. Your eyes have a look of desperation and submission, like you are giving yourself over to me, so I lean in and kiss you again. Our mouths are overwhelmed with passion and we can barely manage a kiss without hurting each other, so I move slightly and start fucking you with a steady rhythm. The bed is shaking and you're crying out in animalistic grunts. After a while, I fling your legs into the hooks of my elbows and sink in deeper, and your mouth opens but no sound comes out. 

I start pounding you hard, the way I know you love it, fucking you fast and deep as your orgasm builds. "Go go go" you urge me on as I hammer away. Your breasts take a bright red shade and you go quiet again, your mouth wide open and your eyes shut. 

It seems like an eternity that I'm fucking you hard like this; the only sounds in the room are from the squeaks of the bed and my cock smashing your sloppy wetness. When I'm about to collapse, you scream suddenly as your pussy expels my dick. You cum wildly, limbs flailing about and back impossibly arched. I rub the head of my cock against your quivering lips, and you open your eyes and smile.

"Oh my God" you pant, sitting up and taking me in your mouth again. You suck me good, cleaning the juices off my cock. Once I'm clean, you suck my balls gently, stroking me in a slow and sexy way. I twist my fingers into your hair and pull you further down on me, hoping you'll gag. But you don't. Instead, you hum as you take my entire length into your mouth. You look up at me with pride, and I'm stunned. You start gulching and forcing me into your throat, making crazy sounds that make me pull your hair even harder. 

"Yeah, baby, that's it" I moan.

You finally spit my cock out with a gasp, spit and drool falling to the floor between your knees. I move across the room to the couch and sit down, my dick standing at attention. Dutifully, you stand and balance yourself in your heels, walking over to me and crawling into my lap. You sink onto balls deep and we both groan in pleasure. You grind me back and forth, smiling, loving how you completely own me right now. I suck your tits and cup your ass as you start to move, quickly picking up the pace until you're bouncing wildly on my cock. You ride me until you cum again, flooding my lap.

When you slow down, we kiss again, and then laugh. "Fuck baby, your pussy feels so fucking good!" I groan, biting my lip. "You feel amazing too" you smile, working your hips in circles on my lap. I feast on your breasts while you slowly work my dick. I feel the cum surging in my balls, and I try to hold it off. I grit my teeth and focus, and you help me by sliding off and bending over the couch. I position myself behind you and slip inside your dripping pussy.

Gripping your hips, I steady myself while I start thrusting. Our bodies are in unison and you're thrusting back into me with every push I give, and our rhythm is just as it was when we used to fuck every day. It's like we never stopped. I reach for your hair and pull, arching your back, and you growl. Just then, I get a flash of one of my old tricks with you, so I grab your wrists and pull your shoulders back into me, using your arms for leverage so I can really hammer you. You start wailing loud, completely lost in your growing orgasm. When you cum again, you spit my cock out like you always do, your juices dripped all over the fabric of the couch. You collapse against the cushions in a sort of coma.

"Hey" I lean in, kissing your shoulder. You turn to me, eyes glazed over and half opened. "Hey" you manage, still in shock. 

"You okay?"

"Oh yesss" you hiss. 

I turn you slightly so you're on your side, your thighs together and you ass still shaking from your orgasm. I push my dick back inside you and it's perfect—your pussy is wide open, swollen and red from a hard fuck, and it accepts me perfectly. You're still tight, but your pussy is a pocket of wet heat that grips my cock with every thrust. You clench to make it even tighter, but it's agony. I touch your face as I start fucking you again, and you suck my finger into your mouth and watch me. You look amazing, so sexy, your hair wet with sweat and your face flush from all your orgasms.

I grunt as I fuck you harder, and your pussy somehow gets even wetter. I lean over you and slam into you, your ass cushioning my pelvis with every rough thrust. I feel the cum boiling again, and I try to hold it off, but you sense this and have other plans. You pull me close and lick my lips, sighing into my mouth. 

"Mmm baby I want you to cum for me"

I respond by thrusting erratically, grunting and panting. I'm going wild, but you're strangely calm, never taking your eyes off me. "I want your cum, please, give me your cum" you whisper. I throw my head back, trying to hold it off, but you know how to get it out of me.

"Fill me up with your cum, please, I want to feel it..."

I adjust your position so you're on your back again, wrapping your legs around me so you can hold me close. I bury my cock to the hilt as the cum rushes forward, and I grunt against your shoulder, ready to give it all to you. 

"Cum for me, baby, cum for me" you coax me, and I stiffen up as I fill your pussy. I cry out, and you grasp me tight to your body as you feel my cock twitching inside you, emptying my load. 

"Yes, yes, that's it, that's it, cum for me!" 

I shudder as the orgasm courses through me before collapsing on top of you. We lay there for what seems like an eternity, kissing and playing while my cum settles inside you. Finally, I get up and ease my cock out, your pussy dripping with our cum. You check the clock and are stunned that we've been fucking for over an hour. 

"Wow, I can't believe the time" you say, "I need to get home." I'm forced to agree, although I'd love to have you to myself for a whole night. But that can wait for next time.

We dress quietly and leave the hotel, dropping off the key card at the front desk with a sly wink. The roads are clear, and it's a quick and morose drive back to your place. I drop you off with a kiss and a pat on the ass, promising to see each other again soon. I watch you as you sashay up the driveway, knowing my cum is still inside you, and it makes me smile. I drive off, wondering how long it will be until we can do that again.