4 comments/ 7499 views/ 1 favorites Aimee By: OliverCramwell It was hard to concentrate on the financial model displayed on my laptop. At any moment, I was expecting the arrival of Aimee to my hotel room and my cock was already hard; the pre-cum creating a wet spot on my tented jeans. We had begun communications following a story she had posted here on Literotica. She and her husband Will were clearly going through a difficult patch in their marriage and our early emails focused on my helping them to heal. There was, however, an undertone of submissiveness to Aimee's emails. Her Husband had sought to meet this need of her but it had proved difficult while still maintaining a happy and balanced relationship. I began to realize that I could be of help to them both....... And I could have a great deal of fun doing so. I began to display dominance to Aimee in our emails. I began by asking questions, which, over time, began to be instructions. I played on her sexual reaction to both my posted stories as well as my revelations to her concerning the various sluts I kept online. My emails grew to occasional chat's; each one becoming more lurid until they were soon feeding Aimee's and Will's fantasies. Their sex life, good even at the worst times, was now exploding each evening and frequently extended to early mornings with Aimee sucking Will's cock prior to waking the children for school. I also was enjoying the emails and chats..... as I did with all my sluts and other female friends online. Then I happened to mention in an email that I was traveling on business and would be spending a few days in Cleveland. Unbeknownst to me, Will and Aimee lived in a suburb of Cleveland and the thought of actually submitting to me quickly sprang to Aimee's mind. Her submission to me had become the subject of Will and Aimee's fantasies for awhile and the thought of it actually coming true was intensely erotic for them both. I was surprised to read the email where Aimee proposed meeting me. Since my wild days in Russia, I had actually limited myself to online playing....... But, I am, after all, only a man. The thought of this 30-something submissive woman becoming my sexual toy for an evening.... Well that certainly sounded better than the hotel "Adult Movie" selections. And so it was.... It was still early in the evening when I heard someone knocking at my door. I walked slowly to the door and peered through the peep hole at a beautiful woman looking nervously around. I opened the door and could not help but smile at the vision before me. A short, beautiful blonde with absolutely massive breasts swelling beneath a thin, attractive blouse and "fashion" jeans stood before me. She looked distinctly apprehensive as she smiled nervously in return to my own warm expression. . "You look lovely A... come in" I said motioning her to enter. "G-g- good to see you.... Oliver......... "Aimee stammered, clearly nervous even as she entered the room. I closed the door behind me and turned to see Aimee standing there looking anxiously around. "Go on..." I said shooing her into the living room area of the suite. I brushed past her and sat in the stuffed chair, leaving her standing nervously in the room. "I-I-I don't think I can do this Oliver" Aimee said looking at me pleadingly. I smiled and stood up in front of her. Her eyes went to the floor but I raised her chin until she was looking directly up at me. "You don't want to disappoint Will, do you?" I said softly. I moved her chin in a negative response. "You don't want to disappoint yourself, do you?" I said, again moving her chin gently back and forth again. "You certainly don't want to disappoint me, do you?" "No, but its just that...." My fingers suddenly tightening on her chin cause her to pause. "Sir, A" I murmured. "No, I-I-I ...." "Sir! " I repeated more darkly this time, my fingers turning her chin white. "No, Sir..." Aimee said meekly. I moved my mouth next to her ear.... "Louder" I almost whispered. "No, Sir!" she said louder this time. I released her chin and gently caressed her face, my fingers trailing across her face as I walked behind her, admiring the woman before me. My fingers played in her blonde hair. Standing so that her ass was now pressed against me, I leaned in, my breath hot on her neck. "Are you wet?" I murmured into her ear even as my hands caressed her shoulders and arms and moved down to her waist. "I- I-I don't know Sir, I'm so nervous..." she almost squeaked. Now my hands roamed over her huge breasts, "Double D's" as she had promised. I let my hot breath caress her neck. "Oh..oh.." she began. "I think we should find out, don't you A?" "Yes Sir" Aimee replied quickly her breathing deepening....... My hand slid down her belly and un-buckled the fashion belt and just as quickly the jean's button; even as my other hand caressed a large, firm breast over her blouse. I slide my hand down her abdomen... she wasn't wearing panties as I had instructed. My finger slid across her trimmed pussy over her clit and into her obviously moist pussy. My fingers curled deeply into her pussy as I almost lifted her up with my hand. "Oh I would say you are wet, Aimee" I muttered... my fingers curling in and out of her. I pulled my hand out and put my fingers on her lips...... "Taste yourself..." I instructed. Aimee's tongue began to tentatively lick at me fingers but I jammed them into her mouth. "Suck my fingers clean...." Her lips closed on my hand as I slowly withdrew it from her mouth. "How do you taste tonight?" I asked. "G-g-good Sir..." Aimee answered. "Hmmmmm.... I wonder...." I said plunging my hand back down and into her pussy, my curling fingers scooping her wet up. As I pulled my hand out, I released her breast and walked around until I was standing close to her and staring down into her eyes. I brought my fingers up to my mouth and touched the tip of them to my tongue. "Mmmmm.... Yes, quite tasty.... I do love the taste of a woman in heat", I said, a smirk crossing my face. My eyes locked on hers, I slowly wiped my pussy juice covered fingers across her face and over her mouth....... Her tongue reflexively licked the juice from her lips.... "Yes..... Quite tasty...." I repeated. I returned to my chair and sat back studying her as she stood there breathing heavily but still shifting nervously. "Take your clothes off" I ordered firmly. With only the slightest hesitation, Aimee placed her large purse on the table and began unbuttoning her blouse, taking it off and laying it also on the table. She wiggled her jeans down, stepping out of them before folding them next to her blouse. She stood and looked at me....... Now wearing only the bra holding in her heavy breasts. I said nothing, just continued to stare at her. Aimee reached behind and un-snapped her bra, catching it in her hands as it slide down off her breasts. Her tits sagged under their own weight, but tipped with pink nipples set on large areolas, they were magnificent. "Suck your tit..." I instructed. Her eyes locked on mine, Aimee used both hands to lift her right breast up and noisily sucked the nipple... I watched, my cock now achingly hard in my jeans. I couldn't help but rub it as I watched her perform. "Now the other...." I said, watching as she repeated the effort with her left breast. Hardly skinny, she had a beautiful, womanly body...... which my eyes continued to admire and my cock continued to desire. But she needed more from me than my admiration or even my lust. "That's enough....." I instructed. "Get down on your hands and knees and come here....... Slut". I said slowly and distinctly. Her eyes flared at the word "slut". In our earlier emails, she had expressed to me her objections to the derisive term. I met her angry eyes with my own raised eyebrows. "Do we have a problem, A"? I asked. "I thought we had uhhh t-t-talked about that..." she said her eyes wavering. "Come here A" I said motioning over to lap. She slowly walked over to my chair and began to sit on my lap. "No!" I said sharply. "Lay across it" Aimee looked shocked but followed my instructions, awkwardly positioning herself face down across my lap and the arms of the chair. I allowed myself a soft caress of her full ass displayed before me. I could feel her body shaking as my fingers grazed her pussy and caressed the back of her thighs. My open hand came down hard on her ass cheek with a loud "THWAAK" Her hands reflexively moved to protect her butt, but I roughly pulled them away. "THWAAK" "THWAAK" "THWAAK" The spanks came down repeatedly on her quivering ass cheeks. I could hear her begin to whimper softly as my hand reddened her round ass cheeks. "Do you know why you are being punished, A?" I said, resting my hand on her now glowing ass. "N-n-no sir...." Aimee moaned. "Well.... There are several reasons, actually......" I replied. "First..... if I want to call you Slut....." "THWAAK" "THWAAK" "THWAAK" My hand came down, stinging the reddest part of her ass. "I will.......... Do you understand?" "Y-y-yes Sir...." She whined. "THWAAK" "What are you A?" I asked sweetly. "THWAAK" My hand encouraged her after a brief delay. "OUGHHHH....... I-I –I'm a slut sir......" "THWAAK" "Yes you are A, A nasty fucking slut!" I intoned. "THWAAK" "Now the second reason you are being punished......." I continued. "THWAAK" "...is because you forgot to address me as Sir and we simply cannot have that" "THWAAK" "THWAAK" "THWAAK" Aimee was beginning to sob now... "P-p-please Sir, I-I-I'll be good....." She whimpered again. I caressed her head, wiping her tears away with my hand. "There, there, A, none of that..." "There's another reason.... Do you know what that is?" Her body tensed expecting another hard spank.... But it did not come. My hand caressed her ass and my fingers began teasing and exploring her pussy, soaking with her arousal. "Because you enjoy it don't you? " I let my fingers, wet from her pussy slide down over and around her clit. "Ohhhhhhhhhh" was all Aimee could moan, as I began to sensuously masturbate her; sliding my fingers around her hood, occasionally flicking at her clit now swollen and eager. My cock was aching to get out as it reacted to her body grinding against it. Her legs spread apart, one falling to the floor as I played in her wet crotch. She began to hump against my hand.... "My, my, Slut.....you DO enjoy it.." I said quietly, the only sound in the room her squishing cunt as my fingers plunged in and around it. "THWAAK" Her body jumped even as my fingers slide back to her pussy and her hips gyrated against my cock even more. "OOOOOHHHHHHhhhhh Oliver......." Aimee moaned. "I think you are going to cum, aren't you?" I murmured. "THWAAK" "Oohhoohhoohhoohhoohhoohh" Aimee's voice modulated with the rhythm of my hand now fucking her cunt hard and repeatedly. "THUMP" Aimme looked up at me in startled surprise from the floor where I had just shoved her. "I don't want you to cum yet, slut" I said quietly. Tears began to spring from Aimee's eyes in frustration. "Now come and suck my cock" I said. Her eyes darted to the outline of my swollen cock in my jeans. Licking her lips instinctively, Aimee sat up on her knees and reached for my zipper. "Carefully, Slut" I warned. Her hands quickly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. As she un-zippered me, my cock, free at last from restraint, sprung up, the head glistening with the pre-cum oozing from it. I reached down and gently grabbed her hair, guiding her face to my cock. I rubbed her face back and forth across it, as her tongue darted out to lick it with each pass. I slowly released her hair and Aimee pulled my cock to her mouth, she kissed and sucked on the head, then the sides and finally on my balls, which she licked and gently played with. "You may finger yourself Slut" I said. Aimee quickly moved a hand down to her pussy and began to quickly rub it.... "But don't cum!" I said grabbing her hair to make the point. Her voice was muffled by my cock now being sucked slowly by her mouth and lips. I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth off my cock.... A string of pre-cum and saliva extending from it's head to her lips. "Now use your tits....." I said Aimee lifted her breasts to my wet cock... and began rubbing them up and down. The sensations were exquisite as her big, fat tits and pink hardened nipples rubbed up and down. I put my hands on her tits and took over their motion on my cock. "Put your hands behind your back A" I ordered. Aimee put her hands behind her back but winced as I pulled and gripped her tits on my cock.... "Fuccccck yeah...... That feels good slut" I mumbled as much to myself as her. I released her tits and stood up over her, my erect cock obscenely over her head and face. I smiled as I slapped her face with my cock, as I let my jeans fall to the floor and stepping out of them. "Crawl over to the bed and lean on it face down..... Slut" Aimee's face blanched but she began shuffling the 8 or 9 feet over to the king size bed. I followed behind her, slowly stroking my cock as I watched her bright red butt wiggling as she shuffled along on her hands and knees. It was hard not to notice the look of annoyance on her face; I guess she didn't like the crawling on her hands and knees. "Well too bad" I thought to myself, "It's what I enjoy doing with sluts" Standing up, she leaned over the edge of the bed as instructed, leaning on her elbows. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes dropping quickly down to my cock as I slowly stroked it. I walked up behind her and slapped her ass on the left side. "THWAAK" "Move down to the corner..... Slut" Aimee shuffled down the bed until she was lying at the corner, her legs splayed on each side. I walked up behind her, kneeling slightly and placed my cock on her pussy, rubbing its head along her soaking slit. Aimee jerked her head around as she felt my cock touch her cunt lips. "You promised to use a cond..." "THWAAK" Her cry was interrupted as my hand came down hard on her ass. "Do you want my cock or not, Slut?" I said in a matter of fact voice. Aimee paused, her eyes wide; staring at me. "I-I-I......" "THWAAK" Her face winced as my hand stung her ass again. "Answer me....... A" "Y-y-yes Sir" The resignation was clear in her voice. "What do you want, Slut?" I said more loudly. "THWAAK" "Ouuu.... Your cock Sir..... I want your cock!" Aimee cried out. "Then you shall have it...." I said, my teeth clenched, as I thrust my cock hard and deep into her wet and throbbing pussy. I slowly withdrew it and then slammed my cock into her again, holding it in her deep as I enjoyed the warm, wet feel of her. I withdrew it and stepped away. The night was young.... Aimee moaned again in frustration as she waited in vain for the next thrust. "Place your hands behind your back, A" I said softly, calming myself with a couple of deep breaths. I gently stroked my cock, slippery with her pussy juice, as I considered what I would do next. Laying her head down on the bed, her eyes watching me, Aimee did as she was told. The more I looked at her laying there, her breathing deep and rapid, her ass a deepening red... The more things sprang to my mind. She was mine for the evening, I intended to enjoy her. Using a handmade silk tie which had suffered an encounter with some local spaghetti sauce, I tied her hands snuggly behind her. A sudden look of panic crossed Aimee's face as I stood back, stroking my cock. "Stand up Slut" I ordered. Aimee struggled to slide off the bed and onto her feet, no easy feat to accomplish gracefully with her hands tied. I reached over pulled her the rest of the way up with her hair, her face grimaced in pain. I stepped up behind her until my cock was poking against her back. "You may play with my cock Slut" I said quietly into her ear. She lowered her tied hands until she found my cock and began fingering and stroking it. I pushed even closer to her, my hands moving around her and onto her heavy breasts. My fingers found her nipples. I pinched them sharply and then stretched them before groping her tits again. Her head sank back against my shoulder, her eyes closed as I played with her breasts and she fondled my cock. My hand slid down and cupped her mons, my fingers curling into her wet cunt, the palm of my hand against her swollen clit. I stepped around her, my hand moving more deeply into her pussy. I bent over and took a beautiful pink nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. I was now fucking her with all four fingers, my thumb gliding on and around her clit with each stroke. I spread my fingers inside her, fingering and touching her deeply while my hand rotated back and forth... then in and out. My mouth moved to her other breast, nipping at it as my mouth found her other nipple and noisily sucked. I sat on the bed as my hand intensified its fucking of her, my thumb rubbing ever harder on her engorged tiny clit. Aimee was moaning now, her legs shaking and weakening..... she was so close. I jammed my hand deep inside her as she began to cum. I pulled it out and slapped her breasts as they flopped back and forth in front of my face. I then jammed my hand roughly back inside her. There was a sharp intake of breath from Aimee. Biting her lip, her eyes opened wide, Aimee's cum caused her to bend over in contraction. I was holding her up with my hand in her cunt, her own hands straining to halt the almost painful touch of my thumb on her clit as she climaxed........... Leaving my fingers curling in her gushing pussy, I moved my thumb off her clit.... And blew softly on her pleasure point. Aimee's body jerked back and forth, as she tried to calm the flood of sensations ebbing through her. I bent over and took a nipple in my teeth and bit down. "OWWWWwwwweeeeee" she moaned. ..... I removed my hand, now covered in her cum, and rubbed it on her face; her tongue licked my hand as it moved her mouth.... I stood up and pulled her on to the bed, rolling her panting body over onto her back and tied hands. She squirmed in discomfort even as she took deep breaths, her legs rubbing together as she tried to quiet the feelings from her cunt and clit. I sat on the bed next her, my cock still hard. I soothed her face, now as red as her ass with a blush that covered her neck and chest....... "How was that, A?" I asked softly. "Ohhhhhhhh "was all she could say but her smile blossomed on her face in short laughter as she caught her breath. "I have a gift for you...", I said smiling. The smile on Aimee's face only dimmed slightly as she looked at me with anticipation. I reached over to the bed stand and opened the drawer. I pulled out the shiny black dog collar and dangled it before her eyes. "I think you have earned this, don't you think?" I said calmly. Aimee eyes flicked from the dog collar to my eyes and back. She swallowed nervously as she considered this new development. "Haven't you?" I repeated. "Y-y-yes Sir" she said nervously. I held it up before her eyes. "Can you read the name engraved on it?" " Uh uh "A" Sir" "Yes..... A, that's you..... "A" " I said, showing her the collar proudly. "As in Slut A, isn't it?" I said smiling. "Y-y-yes Sir" Aimee answered meekly. "What is it?" I said cocking my ear to her. Her eyes darted back and forth. "S-s-slut A, Sir" "Yes, that's right! Slut A!" I said beaming. I leaned forward and fastened the collar around her neck. Aimee and Will: Imaginings Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2009 20:16:20 -0700 From: aimee0604@email.com Subject: Imagine this! To: will1431@email.com Dear Will, I want to share my most recent imagining with you: I walk into the bedroom ... see you lying in the bed ... sound asleep. You are lying on your back ... with only your boxers on. I tip-toe into the room ... remove my clothes ... climb onto the bed ... prop myself up on a hand ... and gaze at you. My eyes drink in your brown hair ... graying at the temples ... rumpled from sleep ... the night's growth of beard on your face ... your slightly rounded abdomen. I slowly pull down your boxers. You move and mumble ... I pause ... waiting for you to fall back into a deep sleep. I eye your magnificent cock ... semi-erect ... making my mouth water. It draws me to itself. I lean over ... lick around its head. You stir ... I wait. I lick along the sides of your cock. It hardens. I take your cock into my mouth ... moving it past my lips. I suck first down ... then up ... drawing my cheeks in ... I squeeze ... take it out ... lick all around. I feel you move. With your cock still in my mouth ... I look up and into your beautiful blue eyes. A smile appears on your face. You reach down and cup my breast ... flicking my nipples ... rolling them between your finger tips ... making them hard. You pull me close to you and kiss my lips You roll me onto my back ... lean over me ... kiss me deeply ... yet gently. You move your head down my body ... kissing and licking ... everywhere you pass. You slip a finger into me ... smile that I am wet already ... expecting you. Your head moves to where your finger was ... your tongue replaces your finger. You draw my clitoris with your lips ... grunt approval when I moan. You pull me on top of you ... your cock flattens against your abdomen ... presses against my pussy ... between my thighs. I place my hands on your chest ... rub my pussy along your cock. I rotate my hips ... sliding slowly ... teasingly. You lift my hips... bring me down ... against the tip of your cock. You watch my face ... smile as my eyes widen ... when your cock enters me. I sit upright ... your cock slides deep inside. I reach behind me ... massage your balls. Hearing you moan ... makes me happy. Bringing you pleasure ... satisfies me. You roll me over ... hover over me ... push your cock into my pussy ... hard ... strong ... deep. You hold my face in your hands ... rock into me ... with me ... as I rock back. Your cock feels so good ... fills me ... deep inside. We gaze into each other’s eyes ... We build to climax. Moans escape our mouths ... enter and fill the room. You push down on my shoulders ... I wrap my legs around your hips ... we come together! You roll off ... lay next to me ... hold me in your arms. Looking at you ... I smile. You know what I’m feeling ... you know what I need ... you understand me! We lie still for a few moments, resting ... before starting all over again! --- Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2009 16:14:58 -0700 From: will1431@email.com Subject: RE: Imagine this! To: aimee0604@email.com Dear Aimee, Your imagining encouraged me to experience one of my own. Here it is: Taking your hand, I escorted you into the bedroom. I pulled you tight against me, leaned down, and lovingly kissed your lips. I reached around behind you, raised your shirt, and unsnapped your bra. I unbuttoned each button while looking deep into your own blue eyes. I pulled off your shirt and your bra dropped to the floor. I unsnapped your pants, bent down, and pulled them to the floor. Taking your hand, I helped you step out of them. Kneeling, and with my teeth, I began pulling down your panties. Reaching behind you, I squeezed your buttocks then pulled your panties the rest of the way down. I gave your pussy a playful lick. You took my hands and pulled me to my feet. I stood a moment admiring your body. You pulled my polo over my head. ... You leaned forward and licked each nipple. You unbuttoned my shorts. As you pulled them down, you knelt before me. Your hand gave my cock a squeeze through my boxers shorts. Then you pulled them off. Looking up into my eyes, you gave my cock a lick. Then you kissed its tip. Then you took it, just once, deep down your throat. Standing up, you led me to the bed. You lay down on your back. Your hands drew me toward the bed. You positioned me so that my head was facing your toes. You tugged and pulled at me until I was above you. Raising your hips, told me you wanted me to make love to your pussy. I leaned down and breathed in the scent of your cleanly-shaven pussy. I began licking and sucking your pussy. You took my cock fully into your mouth. Time stood still as we licked and sucked. You took my cock deep. I tongued your clitoris and probed your pussy. You rolled on top of me. Time stood still as we licked and sucked. Our bodies became aroused. I crawled from beneath you, between your legs I turned and knelt behind you. You raised your hips and rested on your hands and knees. You wiggled your hips, inviting me to enter you from behind. My cock, wet from your saliva, slipped easily into your saturated pussy. I began to thrust my cock slowly in and out of your pussy. You pressed back against each thrust. I grabbed your hips and increased our tempo. You reached between your legs and massaged my balls. I reached around you and fingered your clitoris. With my free hand, I pulled your nipples. Faster and faster we went. Our bodies tensed. Our orgasms came at the same time. We screamed as our fluids erupted, mingling together in your pussy. I grabbed your hips and pulled your body against mine. You pushed back. We held ourselves, immobile, until our bodies stopped trembling. Then we collapsed. We turned on our sides with my cock still deeply ensconced in your pussy. You snuggled back against me. I put my right arm under your neck and my left around your waist. I pulled you tight. "Thank you," I whispered. "Thank you," you whispered back The afterglow of my orgasm was intensified because I knew that I had left something of me inside of you. We sighed contentedly, then drifted off to sleep together. Aimee and Will: Tendings Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2009 16:14:58 -0700 From: will1431@leto's email.com Subject: RE: Tending To: aimee0604@leto's email.com My dearest Aimee, I could tell from your emails that you were having a difficult week. I stepped out of my mind and stood at the door to your bedroom. I saw you sitting at your dresser, in your robe, combing your hair. I could see the fatigue in the slump of your shoulders and, in the mirror, the tiredness in your eyes. You saw me standing there and a weak smile formed on your face. I came to you and, without a word, began massaging your shoulders. You sighed and leaned your head back against my chest. I bent forward and kissed the top of your head. I moved my hands to your head and tunneled my fingers through your hair. You rolled your head slowly from side to side. With my fingertips, I began massaging your scalp. You moved your head back and forth so my fingers left no part of your scalp untouched. "Woof," you murmured. "Woof?" I said. 'Woof," you murmured again. I smiled and continued my massage. My hands returned to your shoulders and neck. I could feel the tension slowly being released from your body. You tipped your head back. I leaned forward and gently placed my lips on yours. I kissed you softly, sweetly, hoping to bring some brightness into the dreariness possessing your body, your mind, and your heart. You put the brush on the dresser and stood up. Your robe fell open, revealing your naked body. You led me to the bed and folded down the covers. Turning, you removed your robe and said, "I need you to make love to me, Will. It's not about sex. I don't need sex. I want, no I need, to feel. After going through a week that has drained so much out of me, I need to experience that you and I share something good and strong." I came to you, held you tightly, and kissed you tenderly and patiently. "We know passion, Aimee. We know heat. We know hard and strong. We know fast and furious. I want to love you slowly and softly tonight because I know that at this moment what you need most is ... tending." You smiled at my understanding of your needs, pulled me down on the cool sheets, and opened yourself to me. I leaned on one elbow and caressed your face with the back of my fingers. You closed your eyes. You took in and released a deep breath. I could feel your body relax a bit. I traced along your jaw line. With my fingers and thumb, I massaged your temples. I leaned over you and placed another soft kiss on your lips, then, lightly covered your forehead, your eyes, your ears, and each side of your neck with more light kisses. You sighed again. And your body released more of its tautness. I caressed your chin then, under it, from one side to the other of your throat. Moving my hand down your chest, I touched your breasts. Your nipples were still soft. I ran my fingers around them until they began to harden slightly. I bent over and took a nipple into my mouth. I licked around it, carefully took it into my mouth, and caressed it with my tongue. Another sigh escaped your lips as I moved to the other nipple, desiring to give it attention to it as well. You sighed deeply. I didn't linger long there. I didn't want to arouse you; I wanted to tend to your entire body. I lay my head on your chest and made circular motions with my hands across the bottom of your ribcage. I moved my hand toward your abdomen and continued my soothing touches. You took another deep breath. I felt your body relax, freeing even more of the tension inside. My fingers reached your mound. I lightly caressed your pubic hair then ran them across your outer lips. A tremble went through your body. I moved my head to your abdomen and sent finger touches up and down your legs and inner thighs. You breathed in and released another sigh. I sat up, turned my back to you, and began to knead your calves. I reached behind a knee, pulled your leg toward me, and lightly kissed your knee. I slid my lips down to your ankle. "Thank you, Will," you whispered. "Thank you for simply loving me, for making me know I'm alive. It means, you mean, so much to me that our love has such depth, such caring, that you can express it to me through simple loving touches." I slowly put your leg on the bed, brought your other leg to my lips, and kissed it, too, from knee to ankle. I spread your legs and positioned myself between them, facing you. I picked up a foot and licked around your heel, your arch, and your toes. Your body twitched when I took your little toe and suckled it slowly in and out of my mouth. I moved from toe to toe, giving attention to each. Your body twitched again when I swirled my tongue around your biggest toe then suckled it. You placed the soles of your feet on the bed, spread you legs, and said. "I'm need more now, Will." I leaned down and ran my lips up each leg. I licked upward on each inner thigh. I ran my tongue across your pussy. "Love me there, Will," you spoke softly. I lay on my stomach and elbows, my mouth inches from your pussy. You draped your legs over me, your thighs pressed against my shoulders. I rested the fingers of one hand lightly on your pussy lips. I slowly caressed your pussy with my fingers. I put my thumb on your thigh and lightly covered your pussy with my palm. I began to move my palm in a tiny circular motion, not sliding it over your skin, but moving your skin beneath it. You breathed in and spread your legs wider. I squeezed your pussy lips together and, with the other hand, ran my middle finger up and down your opening. Feeling your pussy becoming moist, I began exploring your outer lips with my fingers. I pulled gently, first on one lip, then the other. I rubbed each outer lip gently between my index finger and my thumb. As your lips began to swell and open, I moved to your inner lips. I let my finger slowly slide up and down your pussy. You shuddered when I lightly grazed your clitoris. You rocked your hips once and crossed your arms across your breasts. Understanding your need, I covered your pussy with my mouth. While holding it together with my lips, I ran my tongue between your inner and outer lips. I slowly and softly licked from the bottom of your pussy upward and across your clit. I let my hands caress your thighs. You whimpered. Licking downward, I followed the outer edges of your pussy lips along both sides. You inhaled deeply and exhaled a quiet moan. I licked across and in circles around your pussy. I pointed my tongue and gently flicked it around your clitoris. It enlarged enough for me to give it a gentle pull by against my lip with my tongue. I rolled my tongue into a tube and surrounded your clitoris. I slid my tongue back and forth. You put your palms on the bed, arched your back, squeezed my head with your thighs, and shuddered. A quiet cry escaped your lips as your orgasm flowed through your body. You lay quietly, breathing deeply, eyes closed, unmoving, for one minute, then two, then three. You opened your eyes and looked at me. A smile formed, as you said, "I like tending." Then, "Hold me." I lay on my side next to you. You kissed my lips. Turning on your side, you snuggled back against me. Softly you said, "I love you, Will. Thank you for understanding just what I need." I answered with a hug, and held you close until you fell asleep. Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 20:16:20 -0700 From: aimee0604@leto's email.com Subject: Tending To: will1431@leto's email.com Will ... dear Will, Thank you for tending my body through my mind. When you are tired... when you are down, experience in your mind ... my tending. I stand at the door of your bedroom ... see you lying on your bed ... deep in sleep. You have removed all your clothing ... except your undershirt ... and your briefs. Your left arm is pointing out to the side ... the right is folded across your face ... covering your eyes. I tip-toe into the room ... remove my clothes ... sit on the edge of the bed. You mumble and move slightly. I run my fingers lightly through your hair ... slowly your head moves back and forth. I kiss your forehead ... your eyes open ... slowly ... sleepily. Your lips form a slight smile ... when you see it is me. "Lay back, Will," I say softly. "It's time for your tending." I move both of your arms to your sides. I cover your face with gentle kisses ... my fingers ... caressing the sides of your neck. First your cheeks ... then your closed eyelids ... to your chin ... your lips. With my fingers ... I turn your head to the right. Moving my lips along your jaw line ... I draw the backs of my fingers ... lazily up and down your neck ... then reach your ear. I insert my tongue and slowly ... swirl it in and around it's folds. I take your earlobe between my lips gently tugging it with my teeth... softly sucking it into my mouth. You moan and shift on the bed. "Lay quietly, Will. I'm tending." I run my lips down your neck ... crawl to your other side ... tilt your head to the left ... again cover your face ... with light kisses ... and attentive fingers. You reach for me ... I push you back. "Close your eyes and accept my tending, Will," I whisper. I turn you to one side ... pull your arm from your undershirt ... turn you to the other ... pull your undershirt over your head ... discarding it onto the floor. Turning you on your back ... I take your arms ... place them above your head ... one on each side. I lay beside you ... nuzzling your neck with my lips ... my hair brushing across your face ... my fingers stroking your chest. I moved my lips downward ... arriving at your collarbone. I suck there ... leaving a faint mark on one ... then the other. I straddle you. With both hands I massage your neck ... your shoulders ... your upper arms. I take a hand ... massage the palm ... and fingers ... with mine. I take each finger ... licking with my tongue ... drawing them into my mouth ... with my lips. I repeat my tending ... to your other hand. You tense. "Focus on sensations, Will." "Just feel." You moan. I lean over ... my lips reaching your left nipple ... flicking it with my tongue. Another sigh. I take your other nipple into my mouth ... slowly licking ... pulling it with my lips. You groan ... move your right arm ... across your face. I move beside you ... slowly pulling down your briefs. "Fold your arms behind your neck, Will." "Close your eyes." "Just feel." I watch you move ... start to speak. "Shhh," I whisper again. I wait for you to relax. I spread your legs ... place my legs between yours ... lay my body on yours My nipples graze your chest ... your abdomen ... your cock ... as I slide downward. As I pass your cock ... I kiss its tip ... lick once around it's shaft. You move your hips ... reach for me. I push your hands away ... and move further downward. Spreading your legs wider ... I brush the tops of my fingers ... against your inner thighs. I continue downward. Beginning at your calves ... I knead your legs ... then your thighs. I lick my way upward. You squirm. "Be still, Will." I position myself over you ... take hold of your now erect cock ... rub it up and down ... against my moist pussy. I put my hands on your chest ... lower myself ... onto your cock. I rock my body ... forward ... backward ... slowly ... watching your face. You sigh ... moan ... as my movements ... draw your cock ... in and out of my pussy. You move your hips ... place your hands on my buttocks. "No, Will. I set the pace." You groan ... move your left arm to your side ... cover your eyes with the right. I put my hands beside you on the bed ... rock my hips ... finding a rhythm ... that brings you to the edge. You grip the sheets ... your body stiffens. I press my pussy against your cock ... driving you to its depths. I hold myself still ... milking your cock ... with the walls of my pussy. You arch ... you come. A whimper escapes your lips ... you slump against the mattress. You lay there ... eyes closed ... your cock still deep inside me. Your breathing becomes more shallow ... your cock begins its shriveling. I roll off of you ... put my head on your right shoulder ... drape my right arm across your chest. "I love you, Will. Thank you for letting me tend this time." You start to speak ... I put a finger to your lips ... You nod ... smile your thanks at me ... draw me close against you. I gently close your eyelids ... and watch you fall asleep. Aimee: Goth to Gor She stood back away from the churning bodies in the mosh pit listening to the band play. Her hair was cut short in the front only to fall long and silky in the back, almost to her ass, framed her face. Her make-up dark against her soft white skin, blacks and reds with purple shadow over her eyes created a vision of worthy of any and all including the reigning leader of the supposed undead. Aimee was dressed in black leather pants and combat boots, black leather vest covering a purple skintight tee. She loosened and unbuttoned the vest allowing her rock hard nipples to spring forth, straining against the tee seeking air and freedom. Ever since she had gotten her nipples pierced they had been extremely sensitive to the slightest pressure she thought of the way it had felt when they were pierced as she absent mindedly twisted and tweaked each one, pulling then taut and then releasing them. This was the reason she had moved to San Francisco, and the clubs of the entire Goth sub-culture was what she sought out. She was looking for a place that allowed her to be herself without having to answer questions that she may or may not want to answer. A place that accepted her for what she was and what she wanted to be. She slid a hand under the tee stroking her tight stomach looking about the room to see if anyone was here that she knew. She had spent the day working for the local underground paper and now was more interested in scoring a couple of jays and kicking back than anything else. Maybe, if the mood hit her she might look for a bed partner but that would be the icing on the cake. As she looked about the room she thought about how she left home to come here only a couple of months after her 18th birthday and her graduation from high school. She had been an honor student, straight A's since the 4th grade - always early with her work but a social outcast. Her style was hers and hers alone, she never sought to be part of the popular girls groups and she shunned the advances of most of the boys. Her tastes ran a bit more to the dark and mysterious as well to the softer nature of her own gender. Only after the confrontation with her father over her choice of attire did she fully realize just what her father had expected of her after graduation. Feeling his hot breath on her neck as he groped her in the shower she realized that his pleasures would always rule if she did not get out and make a life of her own. Calling her brother, she made arrangements to move to San Francisco and stay with him and his girlfriend until she got to work and found a place of her own. That was two years ago and now she did well enough to have a decent place of her own as well as a good job as an editor of the Voice. As she ran these and other thoughts through her head she saw someone that she knew would have what she needed, and she made a beeline into the pit to get a hold of him. --------------------------------------- Later, listening to AFI in the background Aimee fired up the first of the two jays she had scored for the evening. With her favorite candles burning around her she laid back into the tub of hot water and slowly inhaled the strong bitter smoke from the joint. Closing her eyes she held it in then slowly allowed it to pass through her puckered lips like she was passing it to an unseen lover. Between the joint, the hot water and the rich aroma of the candles she started to relax as she felt her mood mellow and her muscles giving up the stress of the day. Taking another hit from the joint she held it deep inside her lungs feeling the burn before letting it out. Soon the joint had passed on to being just a simple pile of ash and Aimee slid under the water, covering herself from head to toe, blocking out all sounds and making her oblivious to the world for just a few minutes. After she surfaced she started soaping up her loofa and worked the soap down her arms and across her shoulders enjoying the feel of the roughness of the loofa as well as the silky smoothness of the soap. First her arms and neck, then her legs careful not to touch herself she washed her legs and hips. Kneeling in the tub she leaned forward and started to wash her buttocks and working the soap up and down and back and forth. Pausing, she pushed a soapy finger against her puckered asshole feeling it slip into her up to the first knuckle. Twisting it back and forth she moaned her pleasure. Reaching to the side of the tub she took one of the long thin candles she had burning and snubbed it out. Soaping it she reached behind her and pushed the length of the candle into her tight ass, working it back and forth as she stroked in and out. Feeling her asshole stretching slightly she moaned again and pushed two fingers into her already wet hot pussy feeling the candle sliding back and forth through the thin wall that separated her. Faster and faster she worked the candle in and out as she probed herself, flicking a fingernail against her clit before taking it and pinching it gently. Closing her eyes she conjured up her imaginary lovers, feeling them take her over and over. Her female lover licking and finger fucking her as her counterpart stroked his manhood deep inside her ass. Growling and bucking against her mental lovers she could feel her climax building. Fighting to remain in control she tried to slow down but the pleasure was just too intense to ignore or try to control. She thrust the candle into herself faster and deeper as she fingered herself, rubbing her clit back and forth with the palm of her hand as she worked a fourth finger inside and began to fuck herself with renewed passion. Faster and deeper, harder and harder she cried out as she climaxed screaming her pleasure as well as her disappointment as it ended and she collapsed into the bottom of the tub. The candle now bent, spasms in her hand and forearm from the pressure she had used making it difficult to hold, lay in the bottom of the tub under her like a discarded used toy, in many ways like the way she felt after being with one of her lovers. She wondered why she could feel her imaginary lovers like they were real but could not find the same feeling with her real lovers. After she dried herself and slipped between the cool sheets of her bed, only then did Aimee allow herself to quit thinking and relax, seeking the darkness that deep sleep guaranteed. Her dreams were filled with a cornucopia of images, some dark and brooding while others were light and gay, filled with song and joy. Back and forth she tossed in her sleep never sure of what she was seeing but sure that it was really there to be seen. Somewhere in the middle of all of this nocturnal confusion a dark figure emerged and slowly making its way to her as she lay waiting. She tried to move, to escape, but her hands and feet were cuffed to the ridged poles of the four-poster bed. She lay there covered only with a Vixen tee shirt that had rode up over her hips and bunched itself in the small of her back and just under her breasts. There was no face just a black mask that allowed the facial features to be outlined, but not enough to tell who or what it was. Strong hands reached down to caress her, stroke her exposed skin. Fingertips ran up and down her legs, between her knees and along her calves and outer thighs. A second hand caressed her face and arms, stroking up and down playing with her taut stomach and the bar that she had in her navel. Pulling on it as the mysterious hands played and pulled on her other piercing. She watched as a silver chain appeared out of what seemed to be thin air and was threaded through her nipple rings. With a single pull one or both nipples could be teased and even tortured, if desired. Both ends of the chain were then pulled down to the small ring that sat on her hood. This had been a single act of defiance, having her hood pierced and while it had pissed off her family she had grown to enjoy the feel and security that the small ring produced. The ends of the chain were affixed to the hood ring making an inverted triangle. Every time that her nipples grew tight the chain would pull on her hood making her aroused. She thought about how rough it would be to work in her office at the paper since the temperature was kept cool. Just as quickly as the chain had appeared and been placed on her she felt the rough insertion of a gloved finger, pushing its way deep inside. She cried out, not in fear of the probing unknown intruder, but in lust. She felt herself getting wetter as she squirmed against the finger and the roughness of the leather glove as it pressed against her clit, rubbing her hood as the taut chains pulled on her nipples as well. She could feel her climax building, the heat rising inside of her as he continued to stroke in and out of her. He was not in a hurry as he brought her closer and closer to orgasmic release. He knew all the signs, the flushed redness of the skin, the shallow breath, yes she was almost there. Just as quickly as he had started he quit, leaving her quietly whimpering, pleading for more, just enough to cum. He looked down on her and shushed her, whispering he told her that she would only be allowed to climax when he decided that she could, not before and that he was not ready. With a start Aimee awoke and found that she was bound, not by cuffs and chains but the sheet wrapped tightly about her. Unwinding from the confines she had created she looked at the clock and shook her head. It was only 7:30; she did not have to be at work until 10. As she lay there she allowed the dream to run again in her mind. She had never really had a thing for bondage or submission but from the way her body had reacted to the dream it made her wonder if there was something that she had missed or was missing. Getting up from bed and stripping away her sweat soaked tee she cut on the shower making the water hotter than normal so that when she entered the sharp needles seemed to force the heat deep into her skin and muscles. Reaching up she flipped the switch that allowed the hand shower to cut on as she took the unit and ran it across her shoulders and her neck, letting the hot water was away the tension as she relived the dream. As she ran the unit up and down her thighs and calf she shifted her weigh slightly causing the needle spray to hit directly on her on her clit, the electric shock like effect making her jump. She loved to masturbate in the bath and shower. She would often indulge herself with the water flowing from the faucet between her legs like a waterfall or maybe the pulse of the showerhead. Aimee remembered the way that it had felt the first time she had used the handheld unit on herself. The pulsing, steaming water. The way the needles had made her feel, like a hundred little tongues flicking against her clit as she massaged herself to orgasm. This time was no different she turned the showerhead to pulse and started to work it up and down across her slit. The spray making her lips tingle as the occasional direct hit of the spray on her clit making her whimper as it sent the lovely shock throughout her body. Instead of just letting the water do its job she took the shower nozzle and pushed it inside of her, the water hitting her inner walls with a few of needles hitting her square on her G-spot making her scream as the pulsing worked on her inside and out. Over and over she climaxed. Her juices running down her legs mixed with the water from the shower. Wave after wave raced through her body leaving her weak and drained as she removed the nozzle and slid down the wall settling in the bottom of the tub. Flipping the switch again she allowed the hot soothing water to cascade over her, washing away the remaining traces of her interlude with natures most powerful aphrodisiac, flowing water. Dressing in a black peasant style dress with the bodice cinched tight Aimee headed off for work not thinking of anything except the full schedule that she knew awaited her. The thick rubber soles of her boots made no sound as she crossed the gravel to the front door of the office building that housed the paper. She paused to go to the ladies room to check her make-up making sure that she looked as good as she felt. The black eye liner highlighting the deep purple eye shade. The soft glow of rouge and the blood red lipstick turned the shallow skinned face into a Gothic work of art. Aimee worked throughout the day not thinking of anything except the problem or task at hand. As she finished up the final bit of editing that had to be finished before the next day's publication she found herself hungry and tired, ready to relax. She thought about all the different places she could go and decided on a small out of the way coffeehouse in the Village that had good salads and coffee, and maybe even a piece of cheesecake. As she was finishing up her second cup of coffee a friendly voice called out to her. She turned and saw Crystal waving at her as she entered the shop. Aimee waved back and waited for her to slid into the open side of the booth. Crystal surprised her by sliding in beside her and planting a hard kiss on her lips. Aimee returned the kiss and pulled back looking into the eyes of her friend. She could see that Crystal had been hitting a bit of the bud already that evening and Aimee knew that when that happened her normally chaste little friend could become one very hot and horny she-devil. Crystal started the conversation by telling Aimee that the Dead Virgins were playing that night at the club and she wanted to know if Aimee wanted to go and see them with her. Aimee hesitated at first, the idea of a warm bath and the cool sheets of her bed being most inviting but she decided to go if for no other reason that to watch her friend pick up on the guys and listen to the music. Together they left the coffeehouse and headed to the club. Aimee checked her watch and figured that the band should be on its first break and maybe it might be easier to get in. Aimee recognized the bouncer and knew that he would make sure that she would have no problem getting in. Sometimes it was almost impossible to get in depending on the band or in some cases the bands manager. Several times she had been able to get in to special nights where only those people who reflected so seemed to reflect the bands ideals were allowed in. She and Crystal made their way up to the balcony to watch the activities below. The band was just warming back up and the mosh pit was packed with a collection of punk and bangers as well as suits and rockers. The band kicked off with a mellow song and Aimee stood swaying to the rhythm. Closing her eyes she just flowed with the song oblivious to all the noise and movement around her. She had smoked a jay on the way to the club and the feeling of floating overcame her. It seemed that she was there in the air with the music, ebbing back and forth fluttering about from note to note. Suddenly she felt a heat building in the center of her being. She could feel soft fingers caressing her thighs and her breasts. Aimee refused to open her eyes and gave herself over to the sensation she was feeling. From her breasts she felt the hands move to her neck, followed closely by warm full lips kissing and sucking her skin. The hand on her thighs moved upwards cupping her sex as a single finger slipped passed her lips and penetrated her. First one then another soon joined the single finger, twisting back and forth. Aimee moaned softly her sounds blending into the background of sounds created by the onlookers and the audience. She started to grind her hips to match the twisting and probing of the fingers inside of her. Holding on to the rail she thrust her hips forward hunching and riding the hand that was giving her such pleasure. Slowly the hand was withdrawn and a feeling of melancholy replaced the one of pleasure until she felt hands parting her legs and wet lips started kissing their way up to her heated wet pussy. She sucked in her breath as she felt the tip of a hot tongue spear its way into her between her lips driving itself deep as possible. Licking and sucking the tongue picked up where the fingers had left off. Aimee still refused to open her eyes, afraid that in looking it would destroy the moment, the passion. She took her hands and lowered then down holding on to the invisible head which focused the tongue that was slowly driving her mad with lustful desire. Holding on tight she ground her hips in tight little circles, tears running down her cheeks as she cried out her desires, begging the unseen lover to take her and make her cum. Just as she thought she could stand no more a sharp bite on her clit followed by the thrusting of three fingers into her pussy mad her cum. Her juices flowing down her legs as she screamed, a scream that was overlooked by almost all around her as the band hit a sharp cord and the house went berserk. Over and over she cried out her passion and lust her knees buckling for the second time that day, humping the unseen face that carried her up, over and through her climax. Finally she opened her eyes just as Crystal pulled her head from under Aimee's dress. Her face and hands covered in Aimee's cum, dripping from her she stood as Aimee kissed her lips and licked her face and hand clean, savoring her own juices as well as the hint of Crystals. Aimee took her friend by the hand and led her to the door, out side she kissed her again and whispered that it was time to go home because she wanted to return the favor. Upon their arrival at Aimee's apartment Aimee wasted no time in making sure that Crystal was stripped and spread out on her bed. Pulling her starched white shirt off and then the black pistol belt, Aimee kissed her softly at first then with growing passion as her tongue snaked into Crystal's mouth, the two tongues entwined playing out a lover's duel. Aimee unclasped her friend's bra moving down sucking the half-dollar-sized areolas that surrounded the eraser-sized nipples that sat hard and erect on the tips of Crystal's breasts. Crystal moaned at the feeling of having her nipples sucked as hard as Aimee was sucking them. Pulling her nipple rings with her tongue as she suckled her, Aimee was not slowing down for a moment. She had longed for a night with Crystal ever since she had known her. It seemed that whenever there was the slightest chance of having her alone an old or current boy friend would show up and Aimee would be left alone or at the best she would have to share. Aimee paused at Crystal's belly button and after running her tongue in and out of it she blew warm air across it, making Crystal moan. Lower and lower Aimee kissed and licked until she could smell her friend's sex, hot, wet and ripe for her to pick and explore. Pushing down the red thong that Crystal wore she noticed that her pussy was bald except for a small tuff of hair at the apex. Aimee blew on the tuff as she fingered the hot pussy in front of her. Crystal moaned again and Aimee ran her tongue in a circle around her lips. Tighter and tighter the circle got until she reached her clit and she flicked out the tip of her tongue against Crystal's hard clit as she thrust two fingers into her. Stroking in and out she finger fucked her friend all the while sucking and licking her clit and the pussy lips. Crystal thrashed about grabbing Aimee's head pulling her tight to her as he ground her hips in Aimee's face, riding her tongue and fingers until she climaxed crying out Aimee's name as she her flood gates opened and her juices washed over Aimee like a baptism. Over and over she came until she collapsed in Aimee's arms and the two curled together and blessed sleep overtook them. Aimee awoke the next morning to find herself alone except for a single red rose, resting on a note, on the pillow beside her. She smiled as she remembered the activities of the night before as she sniffed the rose and read the note Crystal had left. Just a few words of thanks and a carefully printed "I love you" was all that it said but it was enough to make Aimee feel like she was on top of the world. Showering and dressing for work Aimee kept thinking of the previous night a smile returning to her face every time she did. Aimee: Goth to Gor Hurrying to the paper she just knew that there would be something interesting which would take her mind from her and give it back to the soul of the job so she savored her memories and thoughts until then. One of the stories to be covered was a retreat being hosted by the city's largest BDSM club. It was an annual affair where almost everyone who was interested in the lifestyle would gather for a weekend of demonstrations, parties and finally the costume ball at the very end. Aimee went to the Editor in Chief and asked if she could cover this event since she knew several of the key members that organized the affair. With his permission Aimee took off the rest of the day and went shopping for clothes and various sundries for the weekend. For the rest of the week her mind was focused more on the retreat than on work and she caught herself several times daydreaming when she should have been working. Finally the week was over and Aimee left work packed with her hotel reservation in hand ready to explore whatever avenues she choose, or what ever venues choose her. After checking into the hotel Aimee took a long hot bath before dressing for the opening night introduction dance. Not fully sure of what she would find during the evening she choose a black mini-skirt with a high–rise slit on the side with a pair of black stiletto heels and a shirt of deep burgundy topped off with a vest of chain-mail and matching wrist and ankle jewelry. She sported a set of hoop earrings that connected to the nose ring she wore with a small delicate chain. Deep red lipstick, dark burgundy eye shadow finished up her make-up and her hair was pulled back into a long braid showing off the shaved sides. She stood in front of the mirror and took a long look making sure that she was satisfied. She smiled thinking that her only concession to the bondage, dominance attire had been the leather and chain black bra she had chosen with the nipple area cut out and the thong she wore, barely more than a 2 inch strip of silk that almost covered her freshly shaven pussy. Invitation and press pass in hand she headed to the main salon where everyone would be gathering ready to enjoy the evening and gather some interviews along the way. The first thing that caught her eye upon entering was the way that many of the men and women were dressed. Various use of leather and silk, chain and rope. Some dressed in high-topped boots sporting leather corsets. Men in black leather pants, the backsides cut out providing access for their Master or Mistress. Leashes and crops all part of the never-ending parade that flowed in front of Aimee. Eager to get the business part of the night over with, Aimee sought out and interviewed the main organizers of the activity. One of the main benefits was information provided to the general public about the life style and what it had to offer and what it represented. That was the main point she found out. After the interviews were over Aimee started to look at the various demonstrations being offered and settled on one offered about bondage, choosing that over the welcome gathering in the main salon. She took a seat to the right of the demonstration area and settled in to watch. She had just gotten comfortable when a tall man dressed in what appeared to be a medieval executioner's outfit walked on to the stage. Looking about he slowly started to explain the history of bondage not only as a means of punishing a person or restraining them but as a tool for pleasure and sexual excitement. Taking a length of rope he demonstrated the different types of knots that could be used and explained what those uses may be. A slender woman joined him as he continued his demonstration of knots and the use of rope as a binding tool. At one point he had the woman tied, stomach down, and knees bent her ankles almost resting on her shoulders. Aimee looked, not at the ropes and knots but at the woman's face and was surprised to see not the look of pain that she thought would be there but a look of total sexual contentment. An almost blissful look on the woman's face as she lay there. Aimee was surprised at her own reaction to the woman as she felt herself getting wet, excited at seeing the bound woman, helpless and freely willing for almost anything. Aimee had to force herself to look away as she caught the last part of the man's lecture explaining that even jewelry can be used as a binding tool and that would be demonstrated in a few minutes in another room. This latter part caught Aimee's attention as she remembered the dream she had. Trying to make it to the next demonstration as quickly as possible she did not see the man in the dark cloak and face mask looking at her... and already making plans for her. After sitting through several demonstrations Aimee was tired and was about ready to retire for the evening. She slowly made her way past the many dommes and subs admiring their total commitment to the life style. Yet it struck her as funny that these same people dressed in leather and lace, dressed so sensually and sexually provocatively, would be sprinkling through out their conversation about the lifestyle stuff about their jobs, kids, families. It never dawned on Aimee until now that those who were interested in BDSM were the same people that were also interested in their jobs, their futures. Aimee continued about the room until she came to what seemed to be an empty room. There in front was a large wooden "X", like the ones she had seen in those old movies where the bad guy was tied to it and he dies from the desert sun or something like that. She walked into the room and sure enough it was empty. Looking closer at the apparatus she saw there were cuffs attached to the four corners and they seemed adjustable. She stepped closer and placed her ankle inside the right cuff and clicked it shut. Looking closely she saw that it was not a true locking cuff so without hesitation she repeated the process on her left ankle. She then, after looking about the room, put her wrists into the remaining upper cuffs and found herself bound quite securely. She had not realized that while the cuffs did not lock, it took two hands to undo them, thus no need for locks. She started to struggle and was about ready to scream when several people entered the room and looked at her there on the stage. She called out trying to explain to them that she was in this position entirely by accident but they seemed to just ignore her. Within a period of fifteen minutes the room was filled and the lights dimmed. A voice welcomed those in the room and explained that this was a demonstration of restricted sexual bondage and delayed orgasm. Looking about the room Aimee was unable to get the attention of any one there, the dommes were chatting quietly while the subs sat passively awaiting their Master's instruction. Aimee also saw that there were at least three women and a man whose Master had them chained, and they remained on their knees, eyes downcast while the other subs were allowed to sit and observe. Just then the lights dimmed even more and a tall figure moved onto the staging area his eyes reflecting the humor he found in Aimee's situation. Aimee smiled weakly and tried to explain how she came to be in the position she was in. He smiles and announced that it seemed that there was already a volunteer for the evening's demonstration and Aimee just froze unable to say or do anything. Just when she thought she was actually going to be bound and sexually serviced he reached down and slipped off the cuffs allowing her to leave. Aimee quickly left the room, unable to look at anyone because of the embarrassment she felt. Aimee quickly made her way to the nearest restroom and locked herself into one of the stalls, her breath coming in short gasps and her heart racing Aimee realized that it was not the embarrassment that was making her feel this way but the excitement of it actually happening. Aimee could feel her wetness growing, the damp spot in her thong getting larger. She felt her nipples harder as she thought about all the things that could happen to her while bound on that massive wooden "X". She allowed her hands to caress her breasts and pinch at her nipples as her other hand moved slowly down, pushing up her skirt she plunged three fingers into her hot slit pushing the tiny patch of cloth of the thong away. Working her fingers in and out, her mind flashed picture after picture for her to see. Stripped bound and being teased with the hands and mouths of several different people. Someone pushing a massive flesh colored rubber cock into her and pulling it out slowly. Stroking her as her clit was being teased. Hands and lips all over her body. Faster and faster her fingers moved in and out, twisting back and forth inside of her. She sat there tossing her head back and forth moaning from the surging sensual energy that was building up, she pinched and rolled her nipples as she slammed her own fingers in deep and hard not caring about the way she would feel later. Finally unable to control herself anymore she reached her peak and started to cry out as she climaxed, only to remember where she was she bit down on her lower lip and rode the waves of passion flowing through and out of her like driftwood riding the oceans waves. Pulling her hand away she sat and licked her fingers clean, savoring the taste of her own juices and suddenly realizing that she was famished, having not eaten yet today. After straightening her clothes and touching up her make-up Aimee made her way to the dinner buffet set up one of the ballrooms. After filling her plate Aimee sat and looked about the room at the different styles of dress, and in some cases, undress. Many styles were what she considered to be Goth in nature but they were very natural here as part of successful BDSM attire. Looking up from her dinner Aimee could not help but notice the couple over three tables from her. He was dressed in a three-piece suit of deep blue with a white shirt and a deep purple tie. She was dressed in a transparent silver blouse and a black miniskirt. Under those she could see the garter belt that held up the fishnet stockings and finally 6-inch spiked heels which would have looked so hot had they been dangling from her foot. She watched as they chatted with others, exchanging hugs and kisses and at times even partners for a turn around the dance floor. Aimee wishfully signed and returned to her dinner thinking about the woman and her fully rounded breasts. Aimee was just finishing when she heard someone cough softly. She looked up and saw the couple standing across from her table smiling softly at her. They introduced themselves as Mike and Mike asking if they could sit down. Of course Aimee, (staring at the breasts of one of the Mikes), could not say no. It was then that she noticed that the man dressed in the three-piece suit was actually a woman and the sensual, sexy woman who caught her eye was a man. She introduced herself and explained that she was doing an article for her paper and asked if they minded any questions. Both nodded their heads 'ok', but they preferred to have the interview in their room there at the hotel. Aimee followed them to the elevator and they chatted about this and that as they went up to the twenty-third floor. Instead of stepping into a carpeted hallway Aimee found herself stepping into the plush foyer of a finely furnished penthouse apartment. Aimee was told to make herself comfortable and if she wanted there was wine on the bar. She poured a glass and settled onto the leather couch looking about at the spacious room. Soon the two returned and after getting a glass of wine settled on either side of Aimee. Mike and Mike turned out to Michael and Michelle Severs, CEO and President of Servers International. They explained that their involvement with the community was one for relaxation and diversion. They enjoyed dressing as each other just to have some fun with other people. Aimee took a closer look and if it had not been for Michelle's breasts they could have been twins. Both wore their blond hair short and styled almost the same. Each had green eyes and almost perfect teeth. Aimee, about to ask about how Michael pulled off dressing like his wife, was caught off guard as he explained he had a breastplate made from a cast of his wife's chest. Aimee could not help but notice that during the interview Michelle's robe was slowly opening providing a wonderful view of her very real breasts. Michelle smiled and pulled the robe tighter. Michael was discussing the fun they had once with a very important client from New York. He had come on to Michelle a number of times so Michael and Michelle set him up in his hotel room. Michelle had called and told him that she would be there at 8:00 with some contracts for him to sign. Instead of it being Michelle, Michael went instead, and the client never noticed. All through the evening he had wined and dined Michael, thinking it was Michelle, with the hope of scoring. About 11:00 Michelle showed up and apologized about being so late and the poor guy almost had a heart attack when Michael removed his make-up and chest. Aimee, writing all this down for future reference had not noticed Michael's hand slowly moving up her leg, until she felt his finger tips on the edge of her thong. Turning quickly she came face to face with Michelle whose lips quickly covered Aimee's, the heat of her kiss almost taking Aimee's breath away. Michelle found her tongued welcomed by Aimee's and a slow passion filled kiss was quickly growing into a long seductive, god-I-want-you tongue fest. Aimee, feeling her self getting wet, opened her legs to Michael's probing hands and fingers, a groan escaping from her as he probed her lips and traced the slit from top to bottom. Michelle on the other hand had moved from Aimee's lips to her breasts and were expertly sucking and nibbling on her nipples, tickling her areolas with the tip of her tongue. Aimee, given no clear choice surrendered herself to their ministrations and allowed herself to float along the waves of lust and desire. Stripping away her clothes, they lifted and carried Aimee to the bedroom, laying her across the bed. Matching robes slid off their bodies as they lay down beside of her exploring her with their fingers, lips and hands. Aimee grunted as fingers entered her anus and dripping pussy at the same time, lips exploring her breasts and back, sucking, moving softly about. Aimee was caught totally unprepared. Sure she had done threesomes before, but no one had ever made her feel this way. She could feel her climax coming as she moaned, reaching out for any part of anyone she could hold. Her eyes closed she felt a familiar pressure on her lips and opened them allowing Michael's massive penis access to her mouth as Michelle shifted and began to lick Aimee's pussy. Long slow licks with the flat of her tongue, working from her tight little ass to her clit, pressure drawing Aimee up from the bed, her hips hunching up - trying to get as much as she could. She loved the feel of the hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the way it tasted, almost like almonds. Aimee relaxed her throat, taking Michael's tool deep into her throat, tasting the pre-cum from the tip. She could almost take no more. She started to buck her hips, pushing into Michelle's face, moaning and sucking Michael as if there was no tomorrow. As her orgasm hit, it was a slow almost painful wave of raw energy that filled her, pulling her along as it peaked and ebbed. Each wave was stronger than the one before, not seeming to end. Aimee tried to scream around the cock stroking in and out of her mouth, faster and faster. It was slowly growing harder and harder, ready to deliver its milky white strands into Aimee's mouth. Her pussy was gushing as she came again and again. Aimee could only think of returning the favor for Michelle. Suddenly Michael stiffened up and a long guttural moan escaped from him as he pumped his seed deep into Aimee's mouth and throat. Strand after strand of hot semen was shooting into her mouth and flowing down into her stomach. Aimee felt another climax hitting her as he came, again flooding Michelle with her juices. Looking down, Aimee watched Michelle raise up like Venus from the Sea, her face wet with Aimee's cum, dripping off of her like the water from a rain shower. Her face shone with desire and her eyes burned lustfully. Michael, collapsed beside Aimee, could only watch as Michelle straddled Aimee's leg, lining up her pussy to Aimee's. Pushing down, she started to rock back and forth. Aimee realizing what Michelle was doing shifted slightly and pushed her hips down, forcing Michelle's clit to ride against her own. Michelle, already so close from having eaten Aimee, was crying out for her own release. Aimee starting a rhythmic rotation of her hips had trapped Michelle's clit against her own and was using her body pressure to bring Michelle to climax. Meanwhile Michael, unable to do more than just watch was stroking his limp cock back to life. Michelle, feeling her climax coming started to moan pushing onto Aimee. Aimee, not believing that it was possible felt another climax starting to over take her. Soon both women were screaming, thrashing about on the bed as they came together. Michael, unable to hold his any longer let forth another flood of pearly white goo hitting both women on their breasts and stomachs. Rolling into each other, the three fell asleep, each with a smile, dreaming their own wicked dreams. After that interesting night of wonderful sexual exploration, the next morning Aimee awoke to the sounds of Michelle and Michael making love in the shower. Instead of paying attention to the growling in her stomach, Aimee walked over to the bathroom to watch the couple. The first thing that caught Aimee's eye was Michelle on her knees deep throating Michael. Michael in the heat of the moment was grunting and making primal sounds as Michelle's mouth slid up and down his cock, tongue wrapped around it as her hand jacked him off as well. Pulling Michelle by her hair Michael pulled her tight to his crotch, as he fired his hot load into her mouth and down her throat. Michelle swallowed all that her had to give and pulled him into the bottom of the shower. Standing she straddled his head squatting down forcing her sex on his face. Michelle's features changed as Michael started to lick and tease her with his tongue and lips. Her eyes became glazed and soon Michelle was rocking back and forth riding Michael's mouth and probing fingers striving to reach her climax. Aimee, feeling herself getting wet again, reached and started to stroke her own pussy, fingering her clit as she stroked three fingers in and out. She moaned hoping that she would not be heard, wanting to experience this cum alone. Aimee was enjoying the feel of her fingers in her slit, stroking and bringing herself to climax. Just as she reached her peak she looks and Michelle's head was thrown back, her mouth in a silent scream as she came over and over. Aimee joined in the silent choir and felt her juices flowing across her hand and down her legs. Silently crossing the room, Aimee gathered her clothes and was soon dressed and sitting in the living room when the two Mikes appeared. Within minutes there was a knock at the door and room service wheeled in three large trays of food. Aimee eyed the trays, remembering just how hungry she was. The three spent the next couple of hours eating and chatting about the nights events and what other events were scheduled at the convention. Aimee wrapped her arms about Michael and kissed him hard and long. She then turned to Michelle who caught her off guard and kissed her so that she almost melted in her arms. Walking away on wobbly legs and a devilish grim, Aimee just knew there would be more times together with the two Mikes. Aimee: Goth to Gor After a quick bath and re-doing her make-up Aimee returned to the arena to look at some of the other demonstrations scheduled for the day. Having made sure that she had all her interviews finished she was able to just enjoy the various demonstrations and the playful banter that went on between various groups. Aimee, without knowing it was to soon find herself again the center of attention. Aimee had wandered into what appeared to be a fashion show BDSM style. The women were dressed or in some cases not dressed in various styles of leather, thongs, chains, clamps and piercing. There were also women dressed in long flowing gowns and robes, short miniskirts with thigh high boots or spiked 8-inch heels. She took a seat at the rear of the room so she could watch and leave if she felt like. As she watched the various stages of dress and undress parading on the catwalk she felt herself getting excited. She watched in rapt awe as one after another women moved up and down the catwalk, hips swaying, unfettered breasts proudly displayed or covered with the barest of materials. Aimee could feel her nipples harden and the slow wetness seeping out of her. As she started to get up and leave, a gloved hand rested itself on her shoulder, easing her back into the seat. She turned to see who it was that had stopped her but was met with another gloved hand resting on her cheek, preventing her from turning her head. Unable to leave or turn her head she gazed again at the models, drinking in their subtle sensuality and blatant sexuality. She could feel a moan starting deep inside of her and she managed to choke it back by averting her eyes. She closed her eyes and felt something being placed in her lap. Looking down she found her lower half covered with a blanket, much like one used at football games but lighter. She felt a gloved hand sliding up and down her leg, slowly making it ways to her wet panties. She shifted a bit, trying to move away but found she was shackled to the chair at the waist. She tried to think when that had happened and could not. Aimee closed her eyes only to open them again when a deep voice whispered in her ear, telling her just how much he wanted to make her his. How he loved the fire in her eyes and the desire in her soul. How he had been watching her and decided that now was the best way to start. Aimee started to ask what he meant when she felt his gloved hand push itself into her through her panties. Pushing in as far as the material would let him he stroked her softly making her feel as if she was melting right there in the chair. Aimee sucked in a deep breath of air, letting it out so very slow she concentrated on the way that he was making her feel, as well as on the feeling that she was having from it. The idea that someone wanted to possess her, to make her his was sending some wonderful thoughts through her mind, which in turn were being further stimulated by this dark strangers hand and voice. He told her of his feeling and what he expected of her. As he stroked in and out of her with his fingers he explained that she was to be his and she would do so willingly. He promised her to take her desires to new highs and fuel her love making it burn hotter than ever before. She stated to reach her climax when his hand slowed and she felt the restraining shackle slipping away. She was catching her breath as she turned to see who her stranger was and saw no one. She started to stand when she remembered the blanket. She took it and folded it up and returned to her room, her body screaming for sexual release. She was no sooner in her room than her hand was thrust between her legs and she fingered herself to orgasm, all the while thinking about what he had said. She went to clean up and change when a knock came at the door. It was a package being delivered by the bellman of the hotel. She opened it to find first a note, and then a translucent red sequined dress, mid-thigh length and a red thong and a pair of strappy red flats. She read the note which said, "Tonight we finish what was started, wear this and meet me in the hotel lobby at 9." She read and re-reads the note thinking about her earlier encounter. She looked at the clock, it was only 4 so there was plenty of time to think about it. Before Aimee knew it, it was almost 7 as she rushed back to her room to start to get ready for her meeting with the dark stranger. She laid in the bath thinking about the meeting that afternoon and what the evening may hold in store for her. She remembered how his hand felt as it caressed her skin and the sudden rush of pleasure from having his fingers penetrate her. She found herself getting aroused again slipping a hand down under the water and rubbing herself back and forth. Pinching her nipples and pulling on them she felt her desire grow. She moaned softly in the quiet bath, the sound reverberating on the walls. Somehow knowing that the night would be full of passion, she forced herself to stop and just finish her bath. She caught of herself frowning in the bathroom mirror but understanding that the bath would make it all better. She carefully did her make-up and slipped into the red dress and thong. Slipping in the strappy flats she looked at herself in the mirror smiling and nodding her approval. She found herself thinking about the two Mikes, and smile played across her face as she looked at her watch. 8:45, just enough time to make it downstairs. Aimee could not believe what she was doing as she rode the elevator down. Never had she just followed someone's directions like this. She also could not believe the stares and selective secreted glances she was getting from women as well as men. It was not until she looked in a mirror in the main hall of the casino that she realized that the red dress although translucent in normal light was almost transparent in the brighter lights of the hotel lobby. She looked at her watch it was already 9 as she stood by the desk waiting, watching for the man who had her so totally intrigued. A tall man dressed in livery stopped by the desk and help up a picture, looking at the clerk who motioned over to Aimee. "Miss, the car is ready", is all that Aimee heard as she turned towards the man. He took her by the arm and led her to the waiting limousine. Aimee slid into the back, taken a back by length and width of the special car. Aimee saw the dozen red roses and the card as she slid in and after smelling the roses she read the card. The card welcomed her and provided instructions for her to follow before the evening started. In a few minutes the driver would open his window and hand her a box that contained a silk mask. She was to put the mask on and leave it there until it was removed or she was told to remove it. Aimee waited for the mask and then following instructions she donned the mask and waited. Soon the car slowed and stopped. She heard the door open and a hand touched her to help her from the car. A second hand took hers and she followed hearing the sounds of what she took to be a large dinner party. She was guided slowly to a chair and seated. A glass was handed to her and she sipped the contents. No one spoke directly to her so she assumed that maybe she had been wrong and that she was at a large restaurant. As she started to take another sip of wine a deep voice welcomed her and she felt a set of lips pressed on hers. The kiss was soft and full of passion as she allowed his tongue to slide pass her own and explore. As the kiss lingered she felt a familiar hand on her thigh sliding up to her junction. This time she did not swallow her moan, as she had at the fashion show, but allowed it to softly escape into his waiting mouth. His fingers soon found the spot and he brushed her hooded clit back and forth, stroking it lightly making her want him even more. Before she could even respond he was telling her that she must not climax, that she must control herself. If she failed to control her climax then she would be escorted out never to hear from him again. If she could control her climax then she would be offered the chance to grow and explore with him. "You must make that choice," he told her; "you must decide just how weak or strong you are." To be continued??????? I will let you decide in which direction it should go..leave me a comment and let me know. Feel free to e-mail me with any comments or suggestions. Master Scribe Aimee Meets Diego Author's note: This is my first story, so be gentle. I'd love any feedback you can give me though, as I'd love to submit better stories in the future! -------------------------------- As 21-year-old Aimee got dressed for a night at the club, she wondered what kind of people would be there that night. Usually, she ran into one or two friends, had a few drinks and a few dances, and called it a night. It was just the kind of mindless diversion she liked when she'd had a particularly stressful week. Finally dressed, she surveyed herself in the mirror. Aimee had always been happy with her body, knowing it was one that turned heads. Petite at only 5'2", she was slender with a generous C-cup breast. She kept her red hair long and wavy, and green eyes topped off the picture. Sliding a hand down the side of the low-cut red tank top, she adjusted her black pleated skirt to sit a little lower on her hips. It wasn't that she was trying especially to seduce, but she did like to feel sexy while she was dancing, and a little cleavage never hurt. She'd purchased a new pair of shoes a week ago especially for this outfit, and she had to say, they added the perfect touch. Red patent-leather heels with a peep-toe that showed off her new pedicure, they gave her the one thing she felt she was missing out on: height, and long legs. Satisfied after one last application of lip gloss, Aimee headed out. It didn't take her long to get to the club, and Aimee slipped her way inside as easily as a celebrity might have. Though there was a line waiting outside, Aimee had been longtime friends with the bouncer, and he gave her special privilege. Aimee made her way to the bar once inside, meeting a few eyes and granting a select few a grin. Sliding the bartender money for an amaretto sour, she pulled herself onto a stool and crossed her legs, surveying the crowd. Immediately, her eyes landed on a tall man of obvious Latin descent in a blue buttondown shirt. Well groomed and dressed impeccably, his dark eyes met hers with a curious grin. Though her immediate attraction to a stranger came as bit of a surprise to her, the fact that he appeared to be Latin was no shock. As far back as Aimee could remember, she had preferred darker men. Maybe it was the contrast of their dark skin against her ivory white, but she had never found herself attracted to a white man. It didn't take long for the bartender to return with her drink, and she took it from him with a grateful smile. Taking a long drink, she turned to the crowd again. And yet again, she found her eyes drawn to him. He had to be one of the sexiest creatures she'd ever seen, she mused to herself. Dark skin, dark hair, gorgeous brown eyes that were meeting hers even now... she had to dance with him. Finishing her drink in one quick swallow, she hopped off the barstool and sauntered across the dance floor and to where he was standing. "I'm Aimee," she said boldly, offering her hand. "Wanna dance?" "Diego," he replied simply, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor, immediately resting his hands at her waist. There was about an inch and a half of bare skin between her skirt and top, and his fingers seemed to seek that skin out. They danced in silence for a few songs, bodies grinding against each other intimately. As the current song ended, Aimee grinned at the stranger. "Thanks, Diego, that was fun." Turning, she moved back toward the bar and ordered herself another drink. If she'd been the type for one-night stands, she would have thrown herself at him, she admitted to herself. But she'd never understood the point of great sex with someone if there's no chance of having a repeat performance. Still, even as she worked on her drink, she noticed his eyes were still on her. Becoming a bit uneasy, the redhead finished her last drink and made her way toward the door. The crowd wasn't as familiar that night as it usually was to her anyway, and if she left now, she'd still have time to rent a movie, maybe invite over a few friends. Aimee left the club and after giving the bouncer a friendly greeting and a peck on the cheek, she was walking home. The hand on her shoulder startled her, but before she could let out a scream of alarm, there was a hard body pressed against her back and another hand clamped over her mouth. Trembling, she could do nothing but go with her captor as they guided her down a narrow alley. Then they stopped, and the captor stepped around to stand in front of her. It was the man from the club, she realized, and his eyes had darkened with -- was it purpose or passion? "Now," he said, in a voice darker than she remembered. "We're going to walk into this hotel," his hand gestured carelessly at a hotel across the street, "and they're going to think we're nothing more than a horny couple, anxious to get some alone time, right?" As he spoke, he slung his arm around her neck in what looked like a casual embrace, though it made clear to her that she'd best not dare disagree. "Right," she nodded slowly, doing her best to keep her trembling under control. They made their way into the lobby and she couldn't help but note, it was a nice hotel. Diego must have already had a room, because he bypassed the desk and took her onto an elevator, arm still slung around her. Soon they were inside a very large room, and he shoved her roughly on the bed, causing Aimee to gasp. "Who the hell do you think you are?" She demanded, standing back up out of defiance. Her fear had worn off now, and all that was left was anger and insult at having been treated the way she had. Diego crossed his arms with a grin, confident in his superiority. "I think," he said, easily shoving her back down to her previous position on the bed, "that I already told you who I am. Diego, remember?" The smirk on his face infuriated her, as did his hands that had begun to roam her body even more freely than they had at the club. He ignored her attempts to smack his hands away, until one of those smacks landed on his cheek. His hand struck her cheek in return, though only hard enough to stun her into silence. "Don't act like you don't want this, Aimee. I saw you watching me at the club," he grinned smugly, one hand slipping under her skirt to stroke the fabric of her panties. Her mouth had been open to protest, but it was cut short by her gasp of pleasure. "I... " As his hand grew more persistent, one finger slipped past the panties and she moaned, her head tilting back as he found her clit. Diego quickly took advantage of her building pleasure, both hands slipping upward to pull the panties down her legs. White satin thongs, he noted with a grin as he tossed them aside. Aimee was past argument now, her hips arching to meet his fingers, her own hand curling in his shirt. She wanted him closer, wanted more. As his finger slipped inside her, she moved her hand to the bulge in his pants, rubbing gently through the material. Removing her hands only to allow him to pull the shirt over her head, Aimee moaned as his mouth found her nipple. Expertly, he flicked his tongue over the nub, causing her to squirm against his fingers impatiently. "Diego," she murmured, slipping her hand into his pants to grip his erection firmly. "I want this," she murmured. "Now." Still wondering when her stance on one night stands had changed, she took his dick into her mouth hungrily when he presented it to her. Though it was a challenge, she was able to deep-throat him, and did so for several minutes as he played with her tits, gently tugging at and flicking her nipples. Never allowing his dick out of her mouth for more than a few seconds, he laid her down gently and positioned himself on top of her so that she could still suck him, and he began kissing his way down her stomach. The anticipation alone nearly made her come, impatiently moaning against his cock until he finally found her clit and sucked it into his mouth unceremoniously. Instantly, she felt her insides explode with orgasm, and he never let up, licking and sucking her until she came again. She had long ago stopped sucking his cock, too dumbfounded by his work on her clit to do anything but moan and squirm against him. Kneeling on the bed, Diego grinned down at her. "Turn over," he said simply, and she obeyed. Though she wasn't sure how he'd known, doggy-style was her favorite position, and she needed more than anything to feel his dick in her at that moment. He slid into her with purpose, filling her to the hilt and staying motionless for a few moments, enjoying her tightness. Soon though, her hips were rocking impatiently against his, and he withdrew from her, only to slam into her again. They soon found a rhythm, Aimee barely controlling her screams as Diego slammed into her. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her head back roughly but somehow only enhancing the experience for her. For what seemed like an eternity he slammed in an out of her, until she was almost delirious with pleasure. Her body rocked with the pressure of his thrusts, her hips bucking to meet his. She'd never had a lover like this, and she'd had her share of them. She was almost sad to know that eventually this would end, and they'd probably never see him again. She doubted sex could ever be this good again. And then, somehow his thrusts became more violent, his moans louder. "Fuck, Aimee.. shiiitt..." She knew what was coming, and she braced herself as he shoved into her one last time, his cum spurting into her as they both collapsed, exhausted. After a few long minutes, he got up and dressed himself, handing her the clothes he'd pulled off of her and a few crumpled bills. When her eyebrow shot up, he quickly explained. "For a cab." She dressed quickly, not sure how to address the idea of possibly meeting up again. As she got to the door, still silent and more than a little disappointed, she heard his voice. "You go to that club often?" She nodded at him and left the room, grinning. So she would get a repeat performance after all.