0 comments/ 18409 views/ 0 favorites Andrea Ch. 01 By: Selena Down Characters: -Kris, the sub -Kris' husband Rick -Andrea, the sub (waitress) -Andrea's master "J" -Andrea's husband Mark (not into S/M, but gives wife permission to be involved, as long as he is there) * * * * * * "What do you want, baby?" Rick asks me, looking at me with those big beautiful blue eyes. "Bedroom eyes" are what I like to call them. He always rolls his eyes when I refer to his eyes in that term. I tell ya though, one could get lost in them if they aren't careful. "Well," I answer with a sly grin, "It's 4am, what do you THINK I want?" I wink at him. "I know, your usual, French toast with a side of bacon," he laughs. Obviously we're in a diner, (where was YOUR dirty mind, reader?). It's our first time at this diner, it just opened up a few weeks ago & we haven't had a late night craving for breakfast in a while. It just so happens that our all-night escapade made us both ravenous (see my other stories for more details!!)...So that's how we ended up here. Rick motions to our waitress that we're ready. "Hi guys," she says in a tired, but friendly voice. Hmm, she sounds southern. And she's a redhead too. Long straight red hair, down to her armpits, at least. Pale skin, blue eyes, she was very pretty. I guess she's about my age, mid 20's. Staring at her beautiful red hair, I wonder if the carpet matches the curtains. "I'm Andrea, can I start you off with coffee or juice?" "Actually, coffee sounds great about now!" I laugh. Rick orders some orange juice. I shift painfully in my seat & Andrea gives me a weird look. I try not to draw attention to the chaff marks on my wrists either, where the handcuffs dug in from earlier's fun. I guess Andrea dismisses it as work pains because she doesn't say anything. She tells us she'll be right back with our drinks. "Oh man, tonight was one hell of a night," I tell Rick. Finally, my fantasies were coming true. We had a wonderful time at home all evening, as Rick administered my first spanking, then tied me up, using & abusing me for hours. I felt somewhat complete, I suppose, now that Rick & I would have something more to add to our bedroom fun. I didn't feel so pent up anymore. "Yeah, I really had a nice time," Rick says, taking my hand in his. He's such a great husband. Andrea returns to the table with our drinks. We order our food, and then Rick excuses himself to go to the bathroom. I notice there is no sugar at our table, so I ask Andrea for some. When she brings it over, I notice a beautiful gold necklace around her neck, with a tiny gold padlock charm hanging off it. "That's an interesting charm you have there on your necklace," I tell her. "What's it mean?" "Oh this," she replies, looking down at the charm, "It's kind of a symbol." "Well, for what?" I ask her. "Um well," she stutters, "It's kind of a Rite of Passage thing...I dunno, it's hard to explain." I see that my question has made her a little tense, so I tell her that whatever the charm means, it's really cute. This settles her nerves a bit & she smiles. "That your boyfriend?" she asks, pointing toward the restroom area. "Husband, actually," I reply. "You guys look young," she says, looking me up & down. "Well, I'm 24 & Rick is 10 years older than me. We have been together about 4 years, only married for a few months," I explain to her. "Ahhh, well be careful that the romance doesn't escape your life," she says laughing. "Once it does, you'd better have something to fall back on." Now it's my turn to laugh nervously, as I massage my wrists, which still hurt from the handcuffing incident. She notices my discomfort & raises an eyebrow. "You need any ice for that?" she asks, motioning to my wrist. "Nah, it's just a little sore from uh, work, typing" I quickly lie. "Yeah, those typewriters will do that to ya," she says with a smirk. I glance up at her, knowing that she has figured it out. She winks at me, and then heads back into the kitchen to bring our food. I kind of feel a sense of relief that someone knows. Maybe she is appalled by this kind of thing, or maybe she is into this kind of stuff, I think. Either way, she knows something! Rick returns back to the table. Andrea serves us our food, which we quickly dig into. We're just about done, when Rick's pager goes off. He works for a security company & sometimes they need him to come in to the warehouse to reset the computers when an alarm goes off. "Aw geez," he says rolling his eyes. "It's a Code 2." "Another one?" I ask. A Code 2 means that an employee has tripped an alarm. He's the man in charge, so he has to go. I nod my head towards the door, letting him know it's ok for us to go. We call Andrea over & ask her to bring our check. "Leaving so soon?" she asks. We explain to her what happened. "Ya know" she says, "I get done work in about 5 minutes. If you want, we could hang out here & chat for a bit, wait until he comes back to get you." "Actually, that sounds like a great idea," I answer. "Rick, would you mind coming back here in, say, about an hour?" Rick thinks about it & he doesn't really see anything wrong with this idea, so he nods in agreement. "I'll call your cell when I'm leaving the warehouse," he tells me. I kiss him goodbye & wait for Andrea. "So, what do you do?" Andrea asks me, plopping down in across from me at the table. We chat for a bit about our lives, our jobs, and just regular stuff. After a while, it feels as if we've known each other for years. "So, are you married?" I ask. "Well, no, I am single. I mean, I'm sort of with someone, but..." she says, her voice trailing off. "Oh," I say, nodding, "You guys are separated." She begins to laugh. "No, not at all! Actually, we're just partners." "Ooohhh, I get it," I say with wide eyes. "You know, I have a lot of gay friends." With this statement, she almost spits out her coffee on me. "I'm not gay!" she laughs. "I have a male friend, who is like a boyfriend, but we're not together, see?" She raises an eyebrow. NOW I get it. She has a fuck buddy. I can only think to myself, duh. "I have known my master for about a year. We met online through an adult chat room. My husband Mark is well aware of all activity that goes on concerning myself & Master J," she explains, while stirring her coffee. "Mark is very understanding about all of it. He attends my sessions, to watch & maybe learn, I dunno..." she frowned. "Well, is Mark into this kind of stuff, or is he appalled by it?" I ask. "Mark has, let's say, an appreciation for it as an art, like my master. He respects it from afar. I think, because he sees how much I enjoy it, he may get into it as well, though not until he is ready to. Master J, not myself, has ever tried pushing him into doing anything. Master J & Mark have an understanding between themselves. Mark knows that Master J would never hurt me or have any sexual intercourse activity with me. Mark knows I would never cheat on him & he knows that I too trust Master J. I am very thankful to have a great husband like Mark." "So, what was the first meeting like, with you, Mark & J? I mean, did you have to go though some weird initiation or something?" I laugh. "Ahhhh," she sighs, her eyes taking on a dreamy look. "Our first meeting was incredible! We ate dinner at a nice restaurant. We put all the rules right out in the open, agreeing on a 'safe' word, in case we had to stop a session. All topics were discussed before we did any dirty work. When we reached J's house, I was expected to clean his house, in the nude! Mark made no objections; I guess he appreciated the view as well. Master J watched me, without watching me directly. Then after about an hour of vacuuming & polishing the furniture, he simply said, "Follow me." I knew I would probably receive a reward. We went down into the basement & I saw all the toys on the walls," she says, eyes widening. "There was one leather high-backed chair seated on the middle of the room. Master J motioned to my husband to take a seat, which Mark nodded to him thankfully. Master J then instructed me to stand into a large "X" frame that was attached to the wall. I was to face it, with my back turned to Master J. He put a pair of leather cuffs on my wrists, and then blindfolded me, leaving me in a world of darkness. I am left standing for a moment, not knowing what was to come next. I feel his warm hand on my shoulder, then a sharp CRACK across my ass cheek. That first hit really stunned me. I couldn't think straight for a minute! Then I felt another CRACK on my ass cheek & realized that he was holding a wooden hairbrush! After another 3 CRACKS, he caressed my bottom with both his hands. He then placed his hand back on my shoulder, tenderly squeezing me to let me know all was okay. He alternated his actions, sometimes spanking me with the hairbrush, other times caressing my now-sore backside. There was never a pattern, so it was impossible to tell what I would get next. I think I flinched a few times, trying to anticipate the next move. He would take the brush bristles & reach around the front of me, brushing them gently over my nipples. My nipples were so nice & hard. His thumb would also flick over them randomly, giving a pinch here & there. He would bring the bristles down my belly, over my crotch, in between my legs... I felt his hands leave me for a moment, then felt both of his hands on my ass. He was no longer holding the brush & I knew he would spank me with his bare hands. That first SMACK was wicked; I thought I would lose consciousness! I began to see stars in the blackness of the blindfold. His breath would occasionally heat up the back of my neck, giving me chills up & down my spine. After a few more SMACKS to my hot bottom, I thought for sure I would blurt out the safe word, to get him to stop. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to say it, I don't know why! He paused, leaning close to me, his breath tickling my ear. His sensuous deep voice filled me; it was all I knew in my dark little world of pleasure. 'You want me to keep going, don't you?' he asked me. Embarrassed, I nodded yes, giving a small whimper. 'Answer me, you slut', he growled, yanking a handful of my hair tightly in my fist. I was afraid to move, but I knew if I didn't answer I'd be in more trouble. 'Yes', I answered quietly. 'Yes, what?!' he barked, pulling my hair even harder. I winced. 'Yes, I want more', I replied in a tiny voice. 'You just don't know how to obey. Since you test my patience, girl, I will test your limits', he says. I feel him move away from me, leaving me there alone. Oh, I wish I could see what he was picking up, but I'll know in a minute anyway. A huge SMACCKKKK hits my ass & I realize he has a large round flat paddle. My body is racked in pain & I cry out involuntarily. 'You'll' -SMAAACK- 'learn' -SMAAACK- 'how to obey me' -SMAAACK- 'if I have to use every instrument I own' -SMAAACK- 'on your slutty little body!' By now my ass is numb, yet I feel like I am flying. His deep voice is comforting to me, keeping me somewhat connected to reality. I hear myself cry out from afar, 'Yes, I want more!' Master J moves towards me, his body holding mine in place. He gently kisses the back of my neck. I feel him reach up to release my wrists from their cuffs. My blindfold is removed & he helps me from off the frame. There is a cot in the corner, which he leads me to. He wraps a warm fleece blanket around me, hugging me & telling me he loves me & that I was wonderful. Tears roll down my cheeks as he caresses my arms, but they are happy tears. Master J eventually motions for Mark to come over to the cot, to hold me as well. Mark tells me that I was incredible & that he was so proud I behaved for Master J. I smile as I fade away into a peaceful abyss of slumber." Andrea & I sit silently for a minute, reflecting upon the story she has just told. She smiles at me, then looks down at her cigarette that has long burned out. I smile back at her, becoming aware of the fact that my panties feel very wet from the story she has just told. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble on like that," she says. "It's just, when I begin to think about our meetings, I get so lost in the memory..." "It's ok!" I tell her. "I certainly didn't mind hearing all about it, I actually really enjoyed listening. I wish Rick & I could meet up with this J. Ya know, expand our horizons more?" Her cell phone rings. She excuses herself & answers. Her conversation only lasted about 30 seconds, filled with "No," "Yes" & other short replies. It must have been private. When she hangs up, she turns back to me. Her eyebrows go up & she says, "I'll talk to him next time I meet with him & I'll see what he says. What exactly are you looking to get into, so I know what to discuss with him?" "Well," I slowly say, "It would be along the same lines as you & your husband...ya know, he would be there, not participating unless he wants to, but at least I get to have some fun." "Okay, well, I'll run it by him when I do see him. In the meantime, please give me your phone number so I can reach you in the event that he says yes." We exchange phone numbers & laugh over another cup coffee. Rick calls me & says he is on his way to pick me up. When I stand up to put my coat on, Andrea & I just look at each other, as if we are old friends about to part ways once again. She gives me a quick hug, then walks out the door, leaving me standing there, alone, breathless & wet, wondering if or when I'll hear from her. Epilogue It was only about 2 days after I our breakfast outing when I heard back from Andrea. She said she spoke to Master J, regarding Rick & me. He said he was very interested, that we were to wait for further instructions. We would be "tested" before we were granted permission to meet with him. Rick said it sounded like some sort of scavenger hunt! I, however, was more than happy to participate in any activity that would get me into the playroom of this Master J. Andrea Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Criminal Tonight will be the night where we show off our skills against, well, whatever it is we're doing. We received our note in the mail from Master J. It instructed us to show up at Club Fetish at 10pm sharp. Rick was dressed nicely, wearing black jeans, a button-up red shirt and sunglasses (sunglasses at night?!) I was sporting a short red dress that complimented my backside as well as my cleavage, with red spiked high heels. My black velvet choker reminded me of a dog collar, but it sure looked great with my black leather jacket! I felt sexy tonight. We felt like different people, as we entered Club Fetish. All in attendance were wearing masks, collars (with leashes!), corsets, or other BDSM outfits. But everyone was pretty much wearing black. As we walked past the bar, I felt many eyes on me. A girl in the corner, who had another girl on a leash, nudged her partner and pointed at me. I man standing at the bar in a 3-piece black suit tipped his hat to me. I imagined most of this crowd was regulars. We sat at our reserved corner booth and ordered drinks. The waitress delivered a note with our drinks. When I asked her who it was from, she bit her lip and said, "Sorry, can't help you." I quickly opened the note. In neat cursive letters was written: My dearest Richard and Kristina, I am so glad you have decided to join me this evening. This is a wonderfully fun and exciting club, one of favorites. I do so hope you have a lovely time. As previously agreed upon, you will both do a service for me before I am willing to meet you. Andrea has spoken to me in regards to what you are both interested in; all will be discussed before we venture into anything. But first I must request that you get my attention this evening. I don't care how you do it, just do it. In the event that you back out, please do not contact me again. If you complete this assignment, I will find you here tonight. Remember, I'll be watching for you! Sincerely Yours, Master J My heart skipped a beat as I read through the letter a second time. I looked around the room, squinting to see if anyone was watching us. No one was. We had no clue as to what this Master J looked like. "Well," Rick said with a sigh, "It looks like we're not going to get to meet this guy. After all, we have to get his attention. How are we supposed to get a single person's attention? I mean, look how packed this place is!" It was true; Club Fetish was a crowded place tonight. I wondered if it was this busy every night. I was beginning to give up on the whole idea, when a poster above the bar caught my attention. It read, "Amateur Spanking Night". The contest was tonight! "Honey!" I said, grabbing Rick's arm. "Look!" I pointed to the poster. Rick turned to me, with one eyebrow raised. "You mean, enter the contest?" "Yes!" I exclaimed. I ran to the bartender to get some contest details, and then ran back to our booth. "Ok", I said, catching my breath. "It's a contest that any couple can enter. You can do anything you want to do on stage, except get naked." "Whew!" Rick sighed in relief. "It only costs $10 to enter. However many people enter is how much is in the pool in the end. All we have to do is put on a good show with a spanking...the crowd will vote! If we enter, we'll be able to get this guy J's attention for sure! Geez, we don't even have to win! He'll definitely see us on stage." Rick though about it for a moment, then agreed that this was indeed the best way to get anyone's attention in this club. I grabbed an entry form and paid the entrance fee. We were going to be the fifth on stage. Numbers one and two were pretty good and number three was awesome! When we saw that couple number four were 2 girls, we got kind of worried. They were really good. They were also really hot! The crowd was cheering for more after they took their bows. My hands were sweaty and my heart raced until I felt it would burst from my chest. I probably would have thrown up if I weren't trying to stay serious for this Master J business. Once couple number four exited the stage and the lights dimmed, a soft, sexy music began to play. Each entry gave you a choice of songs and mixes to be played during your "act". Rick chose a dark song that began off slow. As the woman's voice in the song sings the line "I've been a bad, bad girl", I step onto the stage. Rick and I lock stares. He flexes his right hand. He's ready. As the mood begins to embrace me, I can only hear two things in my mind: the song and our conversation from earlier. He grabs my hair and I know he can see the fear in my eyes, (Don't you tell me to deny) He sits on the chair, pulling me over his knee in one quick move, (I've done wrong and I wanna suffer for my sins) I feel his hands run along my ass cheeks, down the backs of my legs, over my thighs. I am already wet with anticipation. He pulls my dress up over my ass cheeks and the crowd cheers with approval. My hands placed firmly on the floor in front of myself, I try to brace myself for the first hit, but he toys with me. When my guard is down, I feel the first SMACK land on me. I feel two more land on the same cheek. He switches to my other side. Thank god, because I can already feel the burning. I know the crowd must be able to see my wet panties. I hear a few whistles, but beyond that I am lost in the pleasure, lost in the pain. --------- "Don't worry about anything, hon. You know I wouldn't hurt you. I'll try to go easy", Rick tells me. I shake my head, disagreeing. "You know that if you go easy on me we'll get booed off the stage!" I tell him. "There is no other way. You can't fake this. They'll know the difference." Rick sighs. "Well" he says "Then I'll go full force on you. I'll give them what they want. But I've never been like that on you. A part of me has always held back." He puts his hand on my face. "You know I wouldn't feel right if I hurt you in any way". I look back at him and say, "Well, don't hold back tonight. Please." We nod in agreement. I begin to shake with nervousness, as we approach the stage. --------- He begins to get hard; I can feel his cock poking me in the stomach as he spanks me harder and harder. He begins to let go of his inhibitions. I know he is sweating hard. His hands feel my ass cheeks as a stranger would, exploring, deliberately caressing. His hands must be sore because my ass is swollen and red. The last few minutes have brought on the hardest over-the-knee spanking I've ever received. I whimper in pain, but he doesn't stop. I kick my legs in a useless protest. He is not holding back. I feel like I have unleashed a monster on myself. I am now almost drenched in sweat. The pain is great, but the pleasure makes up for it. I know Rick is enjoying himself, as I feel him get harder, his hard cock jutting into my stomach. His left hand grabs a handful of my hair and pulls back. The crowd can now see the tears streaming down my face. I feel so embarrassed, I wish I could run now, but the crowd seems to approve. They shout "MORE!" I try to cover my sore behind with my left hand, still using my right hand to prop myself up on the floor. He grabs my hand and throws it. Someone in the crowd yells, "Punish that naughty slut!" I hear him groan with lust. (What I need is a good defense) I get hit with about 10 hard SMACKS in a row. Then I feel Rick grab me by the hair and throw my from off his lap. What did I do wrong? He makes me crawl across the stage to where he stands. What is he thinking?! ('Cause I'm feelin' like a Criminal) He takes off his belt and the crowd goes nuts. I feel so ashamed that I am about to get a whipping in front of these people, but a part of me is deeply turned on. My tear-stained face looks up. He forces me over on all fours. (And I need to be redeemed to the one I've sinned against) The first CRACK with the belt barely registers on my poor backside, because I'm so numb from my spanking. The next few CRACKS are so loud I can barely hear the crowd anymore, as they chant "WHIP! WHIP! WHIP!" over and over. I think I get about 10 licks, and then I'm done. I lay in a heap on the stage, mascara running down my face as I cry. He picks me up by my hair and "presents" me to the crowd. They howl with approval. ('Cause he's all I ever knew of love) The lights and music cut out. The stage is black. The crowd continues to cheer. Rick and I are now backstage. He grabs me in a big hug, picking me up in the air. When he reaches near my ass, I flinch in pain. He realizes this, and then puts me down, apologizing. "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to hurt you. I mean, I know you like it rough. I know a part of you enjoyed being punished in front of all those people". A smile creeps over his face. "I am so damn horny now, all because of you". His hand leads my hand to his crotch. I can feel how hard he still is. He knows how wet I am too. I wish we could just fuck right this second. But we have to wait until the contest is judged and hopefully we meet with Master J tonight. Rick lovingly wipes the tears from my cheeks and plants a tender kiss on my forehead. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you", he says. I smile back. We hear the judges call out to the contestants to come on stage for the voting. We nervously hold hands, standing side-by-side with the other spankers/spankees. The man with the microphone announces to the crowd that they are to yell and cheer for their picks. He holds his hands over a few couples that were on after us. They get so-so votes. The girls, couple number four, get a huge, loud vote from the crowd. When the man holds his hand over us, the crowd goes nuts. He decides that it will come down to us two couples. He announces that there will be an impromptu contest on stage, right this minute. It will decide the winner. A lump forms in my throat when I think that we have to endure more, especially in front of a rowdy group like this one! All this to meet this "Master J"? I sure as hell hope he's worth it. ***What kind of torture will Rick and Kristina be forced to endure on stage next? Will they finally meet Master J? Please check back for the next chapter!*** Disclaimer: The lyrics are from "Criminal", by Fiona Apple. I do not own this song, I'm just a fan. Andrea Ch. 02 This is the second in a series, based on a life events that forever changed me. Names have been changed... ***** I woke up, holding onto a body, not just any body, but the body that I wanted so bad that I would commit adultery to have. She was sweet, and soft, and warm. No, she was hot! And she smelled of the perfume Obsession. We were tangled together, her arms over mine and my hands holding her waist, gripping it in my sleep, trying to force her closer to me. Her little breasts drilled into my chest as she inhaled. There it was. She inhaled and her nipples grazed my chest. She exhaled and her nipples left my chest. She inhaled and I rejoiced. I gently slid down in the bed, moving slowly so as not to wake her. I resisted the temptation to suck her nipples into my mouth and kept moving down. At her waist, I marveled at her beauty and looked up to see her breasts moving as she breathed. I reached my destination and looked at her pussy.I stuck out my tongue and licked her pussy lips from the bottom to the top, lingering on her clit and grinding my tongue into her flesh. I pushed her clit to the left and then to the right, using my tongue to make it wiggle. Then, I went lower and stuck my tongue into her pussy, drinking in her juices. "How do you like the taste of your own cum?" she asked me as I lapped at the lips of her pussy. "It's like sweet nectar," I said, lifting my head up from her pussy for only a moment, then burrowing back into the sweetest pussy I had ever tasted. This time I didn't sit straight up. I enjoyed my dream. I languished in it. I let myself come awake, lying next to my oblivious wife. Andrea's body, as I imagined it, slowly drifted away. I let it go, knowing that it was only a dream away. I awoke. It was Wednesday. Staff meeting. What do you say to a dream realized? What do you say to getting a pony for your birthday? What do you say to having someone hand you a stick of dynamite? I had told an impossibly younger co-worker that I had a crush on her. It was supposed to stop there. It didn't. She told me that she had a crush on me. Or, at least, that's what I thought she had told me. Andrea knew how to dress. She didn't just dress, she planned how to make herself appear. I can't think of a better word. There was the makeup, there was the clothing, there was the matching color, there were the accessories and, more than anything, there was the moment when she revealed herself to the rest of the world. It was a surprise each day. I liked to be surprised. I didn't realize it, but I liked to be surprised. I liked to look at Andrea. Okay. I'm not kidding anyone. I loved to look at Andrea. She had jet black hair, the product of her Greek heritage. She had a body built for sex. That is to say she had a wasp waist and child-bearing hips. Her breasts were small, 34 A cup, if I had to guess. But they were so sensitive. Just the lash of my tongue made her gasp. Her legs were long, to my eye, and she had this dark cast to her skin. Her legs were wonderful. They were long and clasped around my hips as I thrust into her. And today would be the first day since I had told Andrea that I had a dream about her, a seductive dream in which she was expressing her desire for me and telling me that she knew that I desired her. She was right. Staff meeting was Wednesday and I got there early. We put our publication to bed late on Tuesday night, so staff meeting began at noon on Wednesday. For this staff meeting, I arrayed myself to see the only door into which staff came. I was waiting in my hunter's den for a clear shot. She came in wearing a long, purple skirt. Her top was also purple and laid on that chest onto which I wished to rest my head for the rest of my life. She sat down up front and I lurked in the back. Staff meeting came and went. I didn't hear a word and I didn't see a thing. Afterwards, I approached Andrea and asked her if she would like to go to lunch. She looked at me, weighing out her options. "Sure." I don't know what we talked about. I don't know what I said. I don't know that happened. But, after lunch, we wound up in the office, sitting face to face and working. I don't know how I did it, but I kept at it, working to make an article appear on my screen each day for the rest of the week, still sneaking peeks at Andrea as she sat across from me. Then came Sunday night/Monday morning. I usually worked from midnight to noon on Monday, working to get the latest news and make it fresh for our weekly publication. I spent my time on the grunt work and left the reporting to later in the day. I had a key to the office, which management happily gave me. I liked the isolation and the aloneness. So, I was working away, happily writing and oblivious. Then, there was a knock at the door. I froze. I knew what to expect. I went to the door and opened it. There was Andrea. She walked in, without speaking. She went to her desk, which is to say she sat down directly across from me. "I have some things to write, so I thought I would get an early start, just like you." Alone, in the office, away from everyone for at least 8 hours. Just me and Andrea. Alone. Jesus Christ. Andrea Ch. 03 Chapter 03: Mouth I am standing on stage, drenched in sweat with a sore ass and all I can think of is, "How did I get myself into this mess?" It had only been a few minutes since our sexy show on stage had taken place and my mind couldn't think of anything besides meeting the mysterious Master J. I truly was terrified at this point. My body denied this, as my panties were soaked with anticipation and my heart raced with excitement. Rick and I stood on stage holding hands. The couple that went on before us, the 2 lesbian girls, were whispering in each other's ears. They were probably planning something super sexy for their next act, but my mind was blank. The only thing I could think about was the fact that my poor ass cheeks were swollen and red from the beating Rick gave them. The announcer grabbed the microphone and said, "Here is the FINAL round of our Amateur Spanking contest. The rules are the same: Anything goes, no nudity. BUT," he paused, looking slyly at both us couples. I gulped. "You need to switch partners!!" The crowd went nuts! "Whoever is the best individual, their couple wins!" My heart skipped a beat as I let the words sink into my head. I had to be spanked by one of these girls?! My poor ass couldn't take any more punishment. I would probably pass out on stage from the pain and then Master J would see how much of a wimp I really was! As Rick gave me a wink, I smirked. He would probably enjoy spanking one of those other girls. He was a faithful guy, but he would shrug & say, "Hey, I only did it for the contest!" The announcer shooed him & the blonde off stage, so that meant the redhead & I were first. She didn't seem to be in pain from her debut earlier. Then I realized that she was the one who DID the spanking! As the lights went low, she winked & whispered, "Go ahead hon, give us a kiss." She seductively crawled across my lap as I sat in the wooden chair. The crowd was already pleased. I had to admit, she was a very attractive woman. She couldn't have been more than 25, the long red curly hair accentuating her white skin & green eyes. She purred as I stroked her long hair. The music began. (You have stolen, me broken me) I was kind of relieved that I would be saved the pain of yet another beating on my behind, but the thought of spanking this beautiful woman excited me very much. As I grabbed a handful of her long hair, I bent her over my lap, as Rick had done to me some many times before. I instinctively knew what to do. (All your mental armor drags me down) I grabbed her already dirty dress and ripped it up her back forcefully. She grunted with approval. As I ran my hand over her lovely supple ass, she moaned. She lifted her head and leaned into me for a kiss. I had always wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman. Her lips were soft. It was a different kind of kiss, different from a man's. It was slow, methodical, meaning full. Her tongue hungrily searched for mine & right there on stage, I almost fainted from ecstasy. (Nothing hurts like your mouth) I smiled, pushing her away and putting her face down on my lap. I hit her ass with a few light smacks and then rubbed my hand in a circular motion to let her know I was going to get rough. She had her head thrown back, anxiously waiting for my next move. My hand came down several times, one after another. Her ass cheeks bounced with every hit and a loud WHACK was heard. I knew I was not hurting her badly, so I continued. I shoved her face into my crotch and threw my head back as I felt her intruding hot breath. I know she could smell me through my wet panties. She was grasping onto the seat of the chair in the front. I parted my legs slightly. She moved her hand between my legs and slipped a finger under my panties. I was so warm and wet, I felt like I would explode right there! No one in the crowd could see what she was doing, because not only was she bent over my lap, but also her long hair covered the tryst. Her hand worked faster, two fingers now dug deep into my pussy. I thrust my hips forward to meet her movements and smacked her ass cheeks with fury. The crowd was cheering! They loved us! I hoped Master J appreciated what we were doing as well. (So much it never hurts) She thrust deeper into me, her thumb teasing my clit. I knew I was going to have a massive orgasm any moment soon. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up to my face. We stared at each other for a second, before she once again kissed me. This time, her kiss was long and hard. She fingered me once last time, holding tight as I came all over her hand. After she felt the tightness subside, she slowly pulled out and gave me a wink. Only several minutes had passed since we began, but I felt like it was an eternity. Finally the song had ended. The crowd was going nuts. My legs felt like jelly, I don't remember how I stood. All I knew was that it was over and I felt like a new person. (Nothing hurts like your mouth) We walked off stage. There, Rick met me and asked, "How did your part go? Did she hurt your poor widdle ass?" He smacked my backside playfully. "Actually," I told him, "They decided that we should reverse roles, to make it fair." I raised my eyebrows at him and then laughed as he came to understand that I was the spanker this time. "Well damn that sucks!" he exclaimed. "I went to the bar to get a drink, then ran outside to smoke, because I thought it would be the same stuff. I kind of thought that I wouldn't want to watch my wife be spanked by another woman. Then I changed my mind, so I ran back into to watch, but you were already finished." He paused. "Man, that sucks". "Well," I said, "If it makes you feel any better, it was really boring. You have the best spanking hand around hon!" I kissed him on the tip of his nose and laughed. "As soon as my butt isn't so sore, you can have another turn!" "I'll definitely take you up on that offer," he said, grabbing me close and kissing my neck. Shivers ran down my back. He always had a way of doing that. We had made it through the contest, but still had no sign of Master J. I began to wonder if this was all worth it, when the girl I just spanked ran up to me, breathless. "Hey, you were great!" she said, hugging me. "I think the crowd is definitely choose you guys!" "Thanks", I told her, "I did have a lot of fun, it's just, well, my mind is on other things." I explained, "We were supposed to meet someone here tonight, but it doesn't look like he's going to show." I look around the room, biting my lip, squinting to see if anyone in the room was watching me. I hoped to find Master J before he found me. "Well, could it be a tall sexy gentleman, with a mustache and beautiful blue eyes?" she asked. "I wouldn't know, I've never seen him," I explained. "Why do you ask?" "Because he's standing right behind you", she answered with a wink, walking away. I spun around to come face to face with a very handsome man. He must have been in his late 20's, with a muscular build. I imagined he had a hairy chest. This man was very sexy indeed. As I gazed into his eyes, I found myself unable to speak. "Pleasure to meet you", he said in a deep voice, which sent shivers down my spine. "I'm J". * * * * * Disclaimer: The lyrics are from "Mouth", by Bush. I do not own this song, I'm just a fan. Andrea Ch. 03 This is the third chapter of an ongoing story about an older man and a younger lover. Names have been changed. ***** How long to you and your lover take on foreplay? Andrea and I spent five months at it. For five months, we spent every Sunday night/Monday morning together, clothed, but talking about sex. Well, not just about sex, about other things, too. But, most importantly, about sex. We worked together and, when she found out that I spent Sunday night writing, she joined me. This was after I told her that I was having dreams, seriously sexy dreams about her. She had given her virginity to a boyfriend when she was 16. "It was horrible, uncomfortable and awkward. And, when we finished, we looked at one another and then turned into a 69 and had the greatest sex ever. "Then, we had ice cream." I told her how much I loved to go down on a woman. "I mean, really, how can you go straight to the pussy lips. You have to spend time on the thighs, licking, tasting, feeling the heat coming off her. You have to linger, making the anticipation greater for both of you. I rub my cheek into her thigh, then turn my head and kiss her inner thigh. I open mouth kiss her thigh. I lick her thigh. I close mouth kiss her thigh. I taste her. You know, women have different tastes, but they all taste great. Really! "Then, you can start with just a flat lick, first on the lips themselves. I spend a lot of time here, making things really wet. I lick the lips and try not to swallow. It's about getting ready, not about making her come. I have to show that I appreciate what I'm being given. I soak the lips with my juice. After I've done that, I move down, down to the area below her lips and I lick the perineum to the top of the lips. Not always. You have to feel this one out, with the girl. How willing is she, how far is she willing to trust you and how freaky she is. "Then, I move back to the lips of her pussy. You can't miss a part of it. You soak the lips with your saliva. You make the noise, that obscene sound of licking and you let your partner's lips open up for you. I mean, sex is about the noise, too. It isn't just about feeling. It's about hearing, too. So, you have to hear the sound of your licking. And, every now and then, you have to tell her how great she tastes, how wonderful you find the color of her labia, how you could spend eternity looking inside her. "But, back to eating. It's glorious, that moment when the lips separate on their own. "Or, you can start there. It depends on how long you want it to last. You use your tongue to part the lips and let your tongue search out the hard nubbin of the clit. You take the clit into your mouth and push it to one side with your tongue, then the other side. This is the prize. This is where you spend your time. I'll sometimes take the clit between my lips and suck on it, sometimes softly and, after I have spent more time soft sucking it, and I'm talking about minutes, not seconds, I'll do it harder. I'll hold the clit between my lips and let my tongue lash it, swishing back and forth and gathering up my saliva and her juices to bathe her clit. You really have to let the woman tell you. And, by this, I mean how her hips move, how she moans, how ready she seems for you to move on. When I have the woman's lips opened, when I have her clit in my mouth, I use my saliva to suck her clit into my mouth and swish it around. "Every now and then, you have to stop, to let the moment build. I move my mouth over to her thigh and kiss it, again, open mouth, usually. I want to keep that wet contact with her, even as I'm letting things cool off for a moment. "But you have to go back, don't you? I mean, that's what you came here for. I love the moment when my lips meet her pussy lips. If I've already bathed it in my saliva, the time I spent away has let it cool a bit. But the underlying heat is still there, the heat of a woman. I can feel it waiting for me when I come back, ready to get back to work. The surface of her pussy is slightly cooler. But, underneath that is the heat. If, of course, you've done your work right. 'Fingers, let's not forget fingers. They are an important part of pussy-eating. You have to use them, but you have to remember they are an extra, not the main part. You're at the juncture of her thighs, laying between her spread legs to eat, not push. But, fingers can be important. What I do most of the time with mine are to curve my right pointer up and stick it just inside. I move my pointer into the second joint and start slowly moving it around, slightly left to right, back and forth, trying to find that perfect point. When I sense that I've found the perfect point, I curl my finger even more and start to move it up and down, front to back, never going too far. I'm pushing ever so slightly. Most of what I am there to do is to just make slight contact and press the flesh of the inner wall. At the same time, I'm using my lips to suck gently on her clit, using just the slightest pressure from my mouth to suck the clit into my mouth and pull on it, in and out. "Did I mention this is what I do when I'm ready to make her cum? Because, if you're not ready to make her cum, you don't want to do this. "If I'm not ready, for a break, I stick my tongue into her pussy and hum. I close my lips around her clit and I hum." I closed my eyes as I said this, imagining the last time I had gone down on a girl and hummed. "It's like meditation, becoming one with the moment. It's like I'm saying, 'Ohmmmmmmmmmm.'" I opened my eyes to see Andrea staring at me intently. "You could write a textbook," she said. Too far. I had let my imagination go too far, but she had come with me. I noticed that she sun was starting to rise and I hadn't finished my stories. Back to work and I mean the work for which I was paid.