0 comments/ 21675 views/ 3 favorites Anticipation By: Implacable Susan checked her watch, 4:30 pm – only 20 minutes since she last checked the time; it was dragging so slowly. There was no way she was going to be able to leave before 5:30, it just wasn’t done these days, not even on a Friday. And it wasn’t as though she didn’t have a mountain of work to do … she just had no interest in doing it. No, her thoughts were elsewhere, two hours up north on the F3, where her Master would be waiting for her. It was always this way on a Friday afternoon. The only thing that saved her from the wrath of her Managing Partner was the fact that she worked so damn hard every other day (and night) of the week that she was able to cover her work load in spite of her Friday sloth. Of course, Master knew about her performance, in this, as well as every other area of her life. He frequently, nay weekly, punished her for this lack of self-control. That such punishments were well earned she did not doubt, but that did not prevent them from searing her very soul just the same. She hoped that one day she would actually be able to report to him the benefits of his tutelage in this area and progress to the next stage in her journey towards total obedience. She was prepared, as required, in the usual manner. Master never allowed her panties and required skirts or dresses to be worn – no trousers for this lady! At first Susan had been terribly embarrassed about this. The thought that someone might find out that she was naked under her skirt sent shivers up her spine. But it hadn’t taken long for her to recognise the pleasure to be gained through those shivers, and her Master’s requirements for shorter dresses and stockings were soon greeted with enthusiasm rather than trepidation. (It was always stockings – never pantyhose or bare legs allowed. He was ever such a stickler for detail!) Nowadays, Susan relished in the pleasure of feeling wickedly naked while fully dressed at work, delighting in her delicious secret. Often, when seated alone in her office she would pull up her dress behind so that she sat on her naked bottom. The leather of her chair feeling sensuous against her bare buttocks and thighs – it was not unusual for there to be a hint of dampness on the chair when she got up, and the faint scent of arousal in the air (before the air-conditioning could waft it away). Her secretary had certainly given her rather odd looks from time to time and Susan wondered how much she knew. And then of course there was the extra special pleasure of Monday mornings (and often Tuesdays as well) when sitting bare on the leather was accompanied by the bitter-sweet pain of fresh weals, the latest of which were sometimes earned only several hours before starting work in the pre-dawn session with Sir. Oh, how exquisite it was to wriggle in the chair and cause those marks to flare up again. The severity of her sessions on the weekends were now such that the inner fires would stay with her almost all week. Of course not all her marks were on her bottom, and she always wore something high-necked as well as a little longer for the first couple of days after the weekend. Friday mornings required a little more care and attention than other days, and she had risen half an hour earlier to attend to these details. To start with, there was the enema. Sir made regular use of her behind and was insistent on her readyness and cleanliness in that department. He enforced a rule that gave her every reason to comply – anything that went into her anus went in her mouth afterwards. Suffice to say that Susan was keen that this rule didn’t leave her with a nasty taste in her mouth! Ideally she would have performed this operation after work, but she lacked the facilities – it would be difficult to explain to the other girls if they caught her administering herself an enema in the ladies bathroom. So the morning it had to be. After bathing, she had shaved her sex and (so very carefully) right through to her behind to make sure her whole pubic and anal area was totally depilated. This had taken her some time to perfect when her Master had demanded this of her. But now she had worked out how to position herself with a mirror such that she could complete the job without threatening injury to this sensitive area. When this was finished, she thoroughly lubricated herself “fore and aft” and inserted an anal plug. Later in the day, when she had finished her work, she would be required to insert a vibrator in her sex as well and turn it on. And now for the bra. On Fridays, her bra was required to be liberally sprinkled with itching powder; no wonder this young women had little interest in work on Fridays! Next came her make-up. This always needed to be just a little less than subtle, just a shade whorish (oh how the boys would gather to the honey pot on Fridays and the senior staff would tut-tut and secretly wish they could get their hands on her). Of course the female staff all took it with a deal of bitching and let her know in all those little ways that women do that the men never notice. But Susan was far too pre-occupied with her coming weekend to care about the office gossip and anyway, she knew with that inner glow of satisfaction that they would really have something to gossip about if only they knew the truth about her. Of course they didn’t know about the rouging of her nipples, the “stay-fast” lipstick on the lips of her sex and anus (the last being so very hard to get right and she had to be careful not to smear it with the lubricant and the butt plug). A smart business suit, stockings and high heels completed her preparations for the day. Oh God how her breasts itched!! Sir was a wise Master to impose this discipline on her, but how she longed to tear her top off and her scratch her tits on the way to work. What a victory it was to get through an early client meeting without once losing concentration or fiddling with her blouse. Some mornings she would grab five minutes with the door to her office shut while she lay her head on the desk, clutched her hands behind her back and indulged in a long low moan. It was such a pleasure to focus her mind on the irritant and think “through” it to gain some peace. Five minutes usually brought such peace for an hour or so, though it also brought tears which she would hastily have to dry and then repair her make-up. And Friday mornings also required her to pack an extra bag for the weekend. Not a lot, as Master didn’t require her to dress a great deal, and most of what was required was already waiting for her at the house on the lake. Mostly it was things she needed for the afternoon for preparation and Monday’s business wear. And things like a extra pairs of stockings. Sir would not appreciate her arriving with a ladder in her stockings – hell! these days she earned a dozen strokes of the birch for having crooked seams! Always there was a whip and a strap that Sir required her to have with her at all times. He would love her with that tawse more than once on the weekend. Oh how it stung, but oh how she loved him for the thrashings he gave her. And here it was 4:30 with an hour to go. Already her quim was aching with sweet desire and she could feel the swish of the cane, the crop, the hairbrush, the tawse and the martinet – she would feel them all this weekend, probably tonight. Would he start with a whip. She loved the whip, she loved them all each in their way, but with the whip, she loved the grandness of it, trussed up with her hands bound above her head and hoisted until she stood on tiptoes – he liked to make her wear a special pare of punishment shoes that had impossibly high heels that had her tottering about all over the place. It was a challenge to walk across the room in them and certainly achieved a degree of discomfort that was hard to imagine until you’d put them on. Being on tiptoes with those barely gave her any purchase on the ground at all. At these thoughts, Susan discretely uses a couple of tissues to mop moisture from the seat and her soaking nether lips, her body clenching deliciously on the plug in her bottom reminding her that it must shortly be joined by a buzzing vibrator in her pussy. Yes, he often greeted her at the house, their “chateau” as they liked to refer to it, opening her car door, giving her a hug and a deep kiss – then an order “prepare for inspection – and then it will be the whip”. No pretence, no prevarication, as soon as she arrived he would inspect her for conformance to his requirements and then beat her in one way or another. It was their way and she adored him for it – she adored the honesty, the raw passion, even the pain; for out of it flowed a pleasure far beyond anything she had ever felt with anyone else. If she needed to be whipped to feel so alive then lay on and lay on with a will. Sir always did. She couldn’t remember a time when he’d given her a gentle thrashing, a pretend spanking, even the first time. Oh, they’d talked of limits and safe words, but that had quickly been overtaken by the reality of their mutual needs and even that initial session had hurt like the dickens (what a phrase she thought to herself). Yes the whip, with her toes in those horrid shoes, barely touching the floor, and she would otherwise be naked. The plug removed from her bottom and shoved in her mouth – it made an excellent gag until she spat it out to howl at the top of her lungs – she would wait as long as possible to do that. In that position, the whip could get at her properly. Sir liked to give her an “all over tan” first up. That meant she would be whipped from neck to knees both front and back. He loved to flog her tits – after a day with the itching powder they were so sensitive, but then so was her sex after countless orgasms as she drove up the freeway with that damn vibrator buzzing away inside her. It was a miracle each Friday night that she arrived at the chateau without accident given that she spent a good part of the journey off her brain with pleasure and the other half as irritated as hell! Oh, for sure he would catch her between the legs, her inner thighs and sex were prized targets, and she would do everything within her power to keep her legs closed. But they both knew that he would have legs flailing in all directions soon enough. It only took a few well placed lashes on the front or backs of her thighs and she wouldn’t be able to help herself. Of course this would be more of the nature of hors d’oeuvres. If Sir wanted to properly whip her sex and inner thighs, he would secure her appropriately with her legs thrust wide apart. And after the whip? More than likely her would take his pleasure with her as she wept. He particularly enjoyed using her mouth while her tears fell. For Susan this was the a special pleasure, an abandonment of self for the pleasure of another. Paradoxically she would gain more from giving so much. In the past it had taken a lot to learn this golden lesson, but once learned she could now find paradise by bestowing it upon her lover, her Master. After that there might be cuddles and caresses and maybe some dinner. After that, they would get really serious; Susan could barely contain her rush to the Ladies and how she managed to keep her fingers from her gushing pussy she’ll never know. Oh how she loved weekends! Anticipation The house is dark as you pull your car into the driveway, another long day at work is over. The darkness is really nothing new, since you live alone, yet, you can sense something is odd, something isn't normal. After you get out of your car, you approach the front door cautiously, checking the doorknob. And to your surprise, and relief, it's locked. Thinking to yourself you're just imagining things, you unlock the front door and walk into your house. Just as you enter the dark house, a slightly familiar scent passes you, and you turn, your brow furrowed slightly. The scent, a soft, almost musky perfume, tickles your nose as you close the door behind you. As the door closes, you feel a hand move against your back, not an intimidating touch, but a lingering, soft touch. Almost as if it's a caress. Of course you jump, you hadn't expected that, and you turn, demanding to know who is here in your house. A soft "Shhh..." is all you hear, yet you feel a warm breath against your ear as the hand that was at your back slides around your side to press against your stomach. You think for a minute, everything in the house is quiet. You realize who it is, yet you decide to go along with the game. You had forgotten, briefly, that you'd shown me where you kept your spare house key, under a potted plant on your back porch. You are being moved forwards, not with a force, but with more of an urging, and again a whisper against your ear. "I want you to go upstairs and change your clothes. Put on something comfortable, perhaps shorts and a t-shirt, and then come outside to the backyard. Hurry" The hand slides from you and you can tell that I'm moving away from you, heading to the back of the house. You hurry upstairs, fumbling with the buttons on your shirt as you do so. And after entering your room, you strip yourself of your shirt and pants, shoes and socks, and then you quickly put on a loose pair of shorts and a plain white t-shirt. Anticipation at what I had planned, and of what the night would bring has you becoming aroused. Your cock becomes semi-hard, making a slight tented bulge in the front of your shorts. You come downstairs, quickly, yet trying to not show any excitement as you walk through the back door and into the yard. You pause, your jaw dropping in surprise as you see the work I've put into making tonight special. The patio is lit up with what seems like hundreds of candles, all giving off a soft light. There is a blanket lying in the middle of the yard, surrounded by candles, a basket, and a bucket of ice that is cooling a bottle of wine. I'm lying on the blanket, wearing a short silver mini skirt, and a white short sleeved silk top. A provocative grin is on my face as I motion for you to come closer, my eyes roam over your body, drinking it in. You come towards me, walking slowly, a grin on your lips as well, you can see by the look in my eyes that I want you. Badly. I reach up with my hand, taking yours, and slowly pull you down to where you're kneeling in front of me. The bulge in the front of your shorts is very obvious, and I slowly lick my bottom lip as my eyes linger on the sight, and without a word, I reach out to run my fingers softly over it, feeling your cock becoming a bit harder. You gasp softly and lean forwards, as if to try to lie on top of me, but that's not what I have planned, so I push you away, so that you're sitting on your knees once more. As I look into your eyes, my hands move to the hem of your t-shirt, and you feel them slowly pushing it upwards. Your stomach is revealed, and then your chest, which I love so much. I move my head towards you, pressing my mouth against your chest, my tongue caressing you softly, moving to flick over your nipples as your shirt is pulled up to your shoulders. You lift your arms, helping me to remove the shirt. The muscles in your arm flex as the shirt falls behind you, and my tongue is still gently licking at your nipple. My hands move to the waist of your shorts and begin slowly pushing them down over your hips. You can feel some of the pressure relieved as your hardened cock springs from the restraints of your shorts. You try to stand up as you feel the shorts being pushed over your hips and down your legs, yet I push you back, to where you're lying on your back on the soft blanket, under the many stars that light the night sky. I sit up, at your side, leaning just enough so my lips can graze your ear, and you hear me whisper, softly "Just lie back and enjoy what I'm about to do for you.......to you" And with a gentle sigh, you comply, resigning to let me do as I wish. You rest your arms at your sides and gently close your eyes...waiting for my first move. You can hear me reaching into the bucket of ice, and you shudder with anticipation, guessing at what my next move will be. I slide an ice cube into my mouth, letting it linger in my mouth for a few minutes, until it is completely melted and my mouth is ice cold. The whole while I'm doing this, you can feel my nails very lightly grazing the tops of your thighs, reaching so close, yet so far from your straining cock. You lift your hips slightly, arching your body just off of the mat, when suddenly you feel the ice cold tip of my tongue press against the underside of your balls, not moving, just lingering there. If I could, I would grin as I hear your sudden intake of air, and then the slow release of it as you lower your hips back to the blanket. Knowing that I have you at this mercy is turning me on more than I had expected, I can feel myself becoming wet as my want for you grows. My tongue begins a slow caress, ice cold and pressed flat against the center of your tightening sack, moving over them, under them...all around them. Anyplace I can lick. God, you taste so good, and your pubic hair had been recently trimmed...just the way I like it. My hand replaces my mouth, and it begins kneading, caressing your balls as you feel my still cool tongue sliding up the underside of your cock, towards the velvety head. I want to feel you in my mouth...I want to fuck your cock with my mouth and taste you as you come deep in my throat. As my mouth slides up to the head of your cock, I can taste a bit of precum. I slide my tongue over the head of your cock, gathering the sweetness into my mouth, savoring every taste. Damn you taste so good, I want more. And more I will have. Your breathing begins to come a bit faster, and you moan out my name as you feel my lips wrapping around your cockhead, pulling you slowly into my cool, wet, tight, and wanting mouth. My mouth begins to slide slowly up and down the length of your cock, my nose brushing against your pubic hair, the head of your cock hitting the back of my throat with each downwards slide. As my pace increases, so does your breathing, and under the thrusts of my mouth on your cock, I can feel you tensing slightly, lifting your hips off of the blanket. I know you're about to come, and oh how I want to feel it fill up my mouth and slide down my throat. I want to taste every drop of you. Your hands, which have been at your sides since I began my play, now reach into the back of my hair, holding my head in place as you thrust deep into my mouth, and with a few grunts and moans, I taste the salty-sweetness of your come filling my mouth, and then as you loosen your grip on my hair, I pull my mouth up your cock, slowly pulling my lips from it as I let your hot come slide down my throat. I sit back and look down at you. Lust for you written all over my face, and I can feel my wetness spreading between my legs. I'm so wet and ready for you, yet, I continue to hold off. I stand, slowly, slipping off my shoes as I take a step away from you. The whole time, you stare at me, having yet to say a word to me. My fingers begin to unbutton my silk top, exposing my braless breasts, and as the cool night air hits them, my nipples harden into little nubs, standing at attention, just waiting to be touched, licked, or sucked. I slide my shirt over my shoulders, and let it fall to the ground behind me before I slowly push my skirt down over my hips, letting it fall down my legs to gather at my ankles. And as I stand there, totally naked in front of you, you can see the dampness that has gathered between my legs, glistening in the moonlight. You sit up and rest yourself on your elbows as I step over you with one leg, straddling over you. I reach one hand behind your head, pulling your face towards my pussy. With no resistance, you bring your mouth to my dampened lips, probing my slit with your tongue. My hips quiver slightly as your touch feels so good, so wanted. As you feel the quivering, your tongue probing becomes more of a gentle massage or a caress. Your tongue slides up and down my slit, careful not to touch my clit...coming close enough to tease me. I bury my fingers in the back of your hair, pulling you closer as I press my hips outwards. The gentleness of your tongue so arousing, the anticipation so close to sending me over the edge. I moan out as your hands reach up to brace my hips, a gentle urging as you suddenly wrap your lips around my clit and begin sucking it, flicking your tongue quickly back and forth over the tip of it. Oh God, I can feel the pit of my stomach warming, tingling, every nerve ending comes alive as I feel the familiar pressure between my legs. I was going to come, and there was no place better to come than in your mouth. My hips begin to buck lightly, my legs tremble as I cry out, coming into your wanting mouth. My juices flow, and you manage to lick every drop, not missing a single drop. As my orgasm subsides, I lower myself to your still semi-hard cock, rubbing my wet pussy against it as I lean over, kissing you passionately, our tongues dancing fiercely with each others. I can feel your cock growing, hardening even more than I had thought it could, being sandwiched between my wet lips. I break from the kiss and look into your eyes, whispering softly "I want you inside of me...now". And with that, you grip my hips once more, lifting me off of you briefly, only to roughly pull me back down at the same time you thrust your hips. You enter me so quickly, so passionately, I can't help but cry out. The moment being so animalistic, any mood of romance was gone...I just wanted to fuck. I wanted to be fucked by you. I grip your hips with my thighs, pushing downwards with each of your fierce upward thrusts. The rhythm is fast, hard, just the way I like it. I grind my hips against yours as I ride you, fucking you as if it were the one and only time this would ever happen. I can't get enough of you...I want more. You must have read my mind, because you suddenly lifted me off of you and roughly roll me over onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air. You get up on your knees and grab my hips once more to pull me back, impaling me on your long, hard cock. Oh God, I can feel it in my throat as you enter me so deeply from behind. The only sounds are the sounds of our mixed moans, grunts and whimpers, and the sound of our skin slapping against each other. Such an erotic sound. You lean over me, lying over my back as you continue pumping your cock in and out of my slick pussy, never once breaking the fast and rough rhythm you've created. I feel your fingers rubbing at my clit, quickly, with no mercy. I begin whimpering, crying out loudly as you feel my pussy quivering around your cock. I was coming again, so hard, my whole body shaking. I feel you slamming deep inside of me once more at the same time you let out a loud moan. I can feel your cock twitching and throbbing as you come so deep inside of me. So much come that I can feel it seeping from my pussy and down the inside of my leg. You slowly pull your dick from me, but my swollen pussy clings to it, making you pull out so much slower than you had wanted. I moan, as do you at the sensation, and you thrust once more inside of me, remaining buried as deep as possible. We both lower ourselves to the blanket, not wanting to break the moment, and you stay inside of me, your arms around me as we turn to the side, my back to your front. I can feel your cock softening as we lie there, yet we remain as we are. I feel a soft kiss against my shoulder and I smile, turning my head just enough so that I can see you. I smile softly before closing my eyes, a gentle sleep soon coming over both of us as we lie there, our bodies as one. Anticipation As long as I remember, I've read stories about women who have these great experiences with lesbian sex. Either they're going through their teen years looking for a safe release among friends or maybe even that they had gone off to college and gotten really close to a roommate. I have also heard of stories where a husband or boyfriend has pushed the idea of a threesome leading toward sex with another woman. I felt that women were alive about sex and that they had something to share with me, so from a young age I waited for my experience. Even before I really understood the greatness of sex and all the details that go along with it, I was already craving a release from my primal desires. I simply played this out with stuffed animals I had and various pillows. Being as young as I was, I really didn't know what I was doing. All I knew was that it felt good...really good and it felt so natural. I think because my first sexual experiences with my body were ones of comfort and pleasure, I've always thought of sex openly and with great curiosity rather than fear or embarrassment. For a few years, I continued to rub my soft skin up against anything smooth I could find, getting off quietly in my room. Then came middle school, a dreaded time in my life. It's a place where no one really fits in and you're still trying to find a grasp on who you are. Little did I know this confusing air gets more complicated as you get older. Middle school, however, brought me sex education. Not the classroom kind that censored the idea of sex but the kind you get from your friends: crude, dirty, horribly exaggerated and made mostly of fantasies. This knowledge came from conversations I would overhear or rumors that would pass through the halls. It never seemed to come from my friends, however, and this baffled me as well. Of course, at this age I assumed that all girls played with themselves and explored their bodies. I could lie in bed for hours just running my hands over my skin, feeling the way it had changed throughout the last few years. I was now wearing a bra, filling out a B cup nicely and my bright, red hair growing in places it hadn't before. During this time, I started to get more daring and letting my fingers wander more brazenly through my body. One night, I dared to stick one of my fingers inside my small, warm flower. At this point my dirty words, though building were limited. Then, a revelation to me, my family got the internet. This offered a million doors to all the things you'd ever want to know. I could ask endless questions to people I'd never have to meet, and they would tell me everything about sex. My appetite grew and I continued to nurture my hunger for satisfaction. One thing that my internet friends gave me was an insight on how to better pleasure myself. One day I stumbled into a lesbian chat room and a very kind lady told me about how awkward being a teen can be. Something I knew all too well. She gave me a few tips on masturbating to increase my ability. The way she spoke to me felt warm and almost maternal. From then on, I had a respect for women and the bond they shared. As well, my curiosity became more overwhelming. Around 7th grade it became painfully obvious that my friends were not the same. They did not have a bursting feeling inside them and they were not hungry for more insight into a sexual world. I would drop innocent hints, hoping they would pick up on them. I'd mention how different we all had become and how growing up feels so strange. Once, during a game of the fated truth or dare, I asked someone if they had ever fingered themselves. With seven looks of shock and disgust, I decided that I would be traveling this teenage angst journey on my own. A few years went passed and I became more creative. I started out one day using a pen to see how far I could put it inside of me. A pen is not very thick at all and so it was an easy way for me to explore without feeling much pain. Eventually, I mustered up the courage to use handles of various kitchen utensils. There were so many, it seemed endless. I enjoyed plastic ones, wooden ones, thick ones, thin ones.......that kept me pretty happy for a while. As I look back, I remember my favorite toy ended up being a potato masher. At first I didn't see its potential but after a few heated sessions I realized what I could do with it. The potato masher was plastic, it had a thick white handle that had rounded edges but was somewhat flat shaped. The handle was hollow in the middle so after playing with it for a while I could pull it out and drag my tongue through the slit. This gave me an appreciation for the way I taste and I found that I very much enjoyed what my sweet pussy tasted like. From these experiences, I always wondered what other women tasted like. This wasn't the end to my favorite toy. One thing I loved was that I could push it all the way in and rub my clit against the end. It would take a long time but once I got it far enough inside me, it was wonderful. It gave me some of the best orgasms I've ever had by myself. If I squeezed my legs right it could be a hands off experience and I could focus on other things. This, naturally, led to a breast phase where I discovered how pleasuring our tits can be if you give them enough attention. I can see that all of the things I love about sex today come from events in my life, different Saturday afternoon activities I've experienced. Now, I love to play with my breasts, I can spend an hour just touching them, teasing them and building up the sensations that always follow. They're a big turn on for me and I revel in the chance to show my devoted attention to a great pair of tits. I love the way that breasts bounce during sex. By the time high school came, I had filled out into a C cup and they were rather alluring. I would fantasize about riding someone, straddling them just so I could look down and watch my breasts bounce with excitement. This brought out a new use for my toy. Because a potato masher is flat, I could sit it on the ground and slowly slide my self down on top of it. It took a great deal of balance and it was more difficult at times than I wanted to put up with but the pay off was immense. I could bounce up and down and hit myself hard and deep. My tits would come alive and I was more turned on than ever. Now high school came and went and with all the parties and sleepovers, all the close friends I had made and none of it ever gave me the female experience that I wanted. So off to college I went with my in depth masturbating skills and my still burning primal desires. I packed my things and drove down the coast where I hoped that busy California would yield more open women and that I could find them. I remember the first day all too well. Walking in trying to balance bags hanging on my arms, as well as boxes under them and attempting to open the door to my dorm room. After an awkward few minutes, I finally managed to spring the door open and as I stumbled in to drop my things at my feet, the first breath of that very room filled me with hope and excitement. At last I was on my own and hopefully with the chance to tackle new challenges and conquer old fantasies. Feeling giddy, like a five year old girl, I leapt onto my bed and jumped around letting joyful laughs burst from my mouth. I landed on my knees and looked around as I panted for air. My hands on my hips, I let my eyes wander the blank walls and the barren floor only to spot my things. I squealed and reached for one of my bags. Crossing my legs I rummaged through the bag, pushing things aside and digging down deep until I felt my hands run across it. Slowly I drew out my most treasured, silver vibrator. Smooth, hard, round......perfect. I leaned back and slowly dragged my tongue from bottom to top as my eyes focused on the door. It hadn't closed all the way, I could see people walking by through the one inch opening and it sent a heating feeling over my body. The possibility that someone, even my roommate could walk in.......turned me on so much and I spread my legs. I unbuttoned my shorts and slipped my hand inside, still licking my sweet toy. My first dorm day session was hot and incredible. Alas, no one walked in to share it with me, I continued to wait. One thing they don't tell you, is how much reading there is in college. I was a business major and yet, I found my nose buried in books on the civil war, various animals for biology, terrible calculus equations and I had little time for any relationship. I decided that school was more important to me and I stayed focused. My libido justified its neglect because I kept a steady supply of late night masturbation escapades. It gave me the sanity I needed to keep studying and the tension release I needed to stay relaxed. I must admit, college was a blast. I came away with a high drinking tolerance, the ability to survive on two hour naps, the knowledge to live on ten dollars for two weeks and amazingly enough, seamstress skills I never thought I'd have. Among other things, my extended education landed me a great job in a big advertising agency. Now, not quite at the bottom of the ladder, not nearly the top, but comfortable enough to be challenging and hopeful. With my new income flow I was able to put a down payment on a great city flat. It'd be hell to make the payments but the way the wind swept across the open house through all the windows was all it took for me to say, "Where do I sign?" I'm twenty five, I still live alone and despite the men that come and go in my life, I'm not really satisfied. At this point I would consider my looks to be their best yet. I was filled out enough to where I finally had curvy hips that perfectly accentuated my slim body. My legs were slender and graceful leading up to my sleek shoulder line adorned with sun kissed freckles. My face, also sprinkled was intriguing I must say. My blue eyes appeared to be soft and gentle but in truth were captivating and trancing. They just always seemed to captivate the wrong guys. Ones that wasted my time and didn't interest me by the time the next morning came around. After a few shaky dates, I decided to stop prowling for men and focus on my work for a little while. At least that's what I tell myself every night. It's good for me and even though my sex drive still consumes me.... "Wait." "What?" "Lisa.... let's get out of here and go back to your place, I think we've had enough to drink anyway." "You're right, let's go." I agreed even though I was a little put off that she interrupted me while I was pouring out my heart and soul. Alex drove home because she didn't have that last two gin and tonics. Neither of us said anything as we turned down the busy streets to my house. I closed my eyes to shut out the flickering lights that seemed to swirl around me. My childhood stories, my impending emotions and desires flashed through my mind and I slumped in the car seat. Just as I wondered why Alex had stopped me in the middle of my story, I felt the car stop and we had pulled into my garage. I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. As she walked in front of me I noticed her outfit for the first time. She was wearing a stretch, green skirt that fell a little above her knees, black boots riding high on her calves and a black, v-neck, sweater that clung to her body and yet still seemed to rest comfortably on her skin. Her dirty blonde hair fell below her shoulder blades and swayed effortlessly as she walked. It almost made me want to reach out and feel how soft it was. I have always known how beautiful Alex is but it wasn't until tonight that I appreciated her for the wonderful woman that she was. She slid gracefully on the smooth fabric of my cream colored couch and smiled at me. I sat down next to her and hung my head, "I'm sorry I went on and on like that, I guess I just needed to vent." She cupped my face with her hands and lifted it so her eyes could warm up to mine. "I know exactly how you feel Lisa and what are friends for if they can't be there for you?" "I feel like a 16 year old high school girl complaining about not having a boyfriend," I laughed and it felt good. She laughed with me and it seemed to ease the tension in the room. A bottle of wine later, we had candles out, the lights off and she had shared all her stories about coming into her own. I was relieved to hear that many were similar to mine; being a frustrated teen with no outlet but the quiet nights in her room. We were laughing a lot more now and I was glad to feel so connected with someone. I leaned back and sighed, "I haven't had this much fun in a while, I'm glad you came over to keep me company." Her voice was low and she barely whispered, "Like I said, what are friends for?" Alexandra reached her hand up and slid some of my fallen hairs behind my ear. We stopped laughing and she moved closer to me. As cliché as it all sounds, it was such a perfect moment. As if it was the most natural thing I've ever had to do, I closed my eyes and let my lips find hers in the dancing light of the candles. I felt her face and tasted the sweet wine upon her skin. I kept my eyes closed hoping she wouldn't stop. Our lips, persistently caressing each other, searching for a release. I let my tongue slowly slip from me and touch her. I tasted her and drew it back ever so slowly as I got the courage to look at her beautiful face. The blue of mine mixed with her emerald eyes was overwhelming and I pushed myself closer to her. The feeling crashed over me like a wave as she wrapped her arms around my neck and passionately kissed me deeper. This is what I craved, what I had always wanted. I leaned over her pushing her down on the couch but she put her hand up against me. My heart stopped as she stood up and I felt I might burst into tears at that very moment. Suddenly, my fears subsided as she walked a few steps, turned around and held out her hand for mine. I still felt as if I might cry but I held back and put my hand in hers. It was so soft and this gorgeous woman led me into my own bedroom. We both walked in and she spun around to face me. Alex walked closer and pushed me against the door as she closed it behind me. She grabbed my other hand and pinned them both above my head. My veins seems to surge throughout my body and my heart was racing so fast. I desperately wanted to gasp for air and pant beneath her, instead I held my breath and watched her silently. Intrigued beyond words I waited, each second seeming to take an hour. She held my hands with one of hers and let the other unbutton my white, long sleeved shirt. Her eyes never leaving mine and penetrating my soul, I almost felt embarrassed but I couldn't think enough to feel anything but to want her. I wanted her so bad, the pulsing feeling between my legs felt almost painful. My mouth was still gaping open and she quickly moved in to kiss me hard and deep. The way her lips smashed against mine was so powerful I wanted to eat her at that very moment. My tongue tasting her and begging for the treat I hoped would come soon. She let my hands fall around her neck and she walked us to the bed. She spun me around and pushed me down, my legs still hanging off the edge. Alex smirked at me in the most daring and sultry way, I had to smile for her. I felt as if I completely belonged to her and even though I had never done anything quite like this before, I knew I was ready and I couldn't feel more anxious. She finally undid the last button on my shirt and pushed it open to reveal my heaving chest that was imprisoned by my white, lace bra. She put her tongue at on my collar bone and slowly let it trail down my chest. Over my bra, down my stomach, circling around once and moving closer to my pants. She took her hands and hungrily tore open the button and yanked on the zipper. She stopped to smile at me. I lay completely amazed...... Alex slid my pants off my hips and with each inch that she pushed them down, her tongue was there to follow. She took her time and it was achingly slow, until she finally got them off and tossed them to the floor. I was left in my light blue, satin thong. My eyes closed when I felt her wet tongue on my thighs but as she had ceased all movement I opened them to find that she had taken her shirt off as well. She crawled up on the bed straddling me with her skirt riding high on her thighs and her boots around my waist, her breasts straining against a black bra. I took a deep breath and quickly realized that she must not be wearing any panties because the smell of her pussy wafted around my nose. I didn't imagine she could smell so sweet and different from my own smell and I felt my mouth water. At last I got the courage to move my hands. I grabbed her ankles and ran my fingers over the smooth leather of her boots and up to her knees. I slid them further on her thighs, feeling the soft skin beneath mine and squeezing her flesh. It felt so unreal to see this beautiful woman on top of me, I couldn't believe this was actually happening. It didn't stop me from enjoying every moment of it though. I pushed her skirt up a little further and revealed the truth about my suspicion. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Because I was sitting under her, as she continued to straddle me, I was able to look up and see her inviting pussy. A small triangle of trimmed blonde hair leading down to her slit that was slightly parted and emitting an intense musky smell of sex. I closed my eyes and inhaled her intoxicating scent. Unsure of myself, I let my shaky hands inch their way up her legs, hoping soon to find them stroking her creamy pink skin. Suddenly, she grabbed my hands and put them at my waist. She leaned down and started to lightly kiss my shoulder as she slid my bra strap down my arm. It felt like an eternity before she managed to get them both off. I held my breath in anticipation as she undid the clasp in the front. Alex held it together even after it was undone and looked deep into my eyes. She let her mouth curl into a devious smile as she pulled on the lacy material and yanked it out from under me. As she tossed it on the ground, I followed the bra with my eyes, avoiding hers as I lay before her more bare than I had ever felt. I let out a gasping moan as I felt her mouth around my nipple. Her tongue circling around it and rolling it against her teeth. I reached above my head and grabbed the sheets trying to keep my body from exploding. She kneaded my other breast with her hand as she continued to feast hungrily. I can't explain the feelings that streamed through me, a wild, vibrating, electrifying passion. She switched to my other breast leaving the first raging pink and moist. I screamed for her to suck my tits harder, I felt so lost in the sensation. Then something came over me and I wanted this woman.......bad. I pulled her off of me and before she could protest I flipped her on her back. Without thinking, I climbed on top of her and ripped her back bra down, letting it rest around her waist. I didn't care, I just wanted it out of the way and I made my move. I licked my lips and sucked her whole breast in my mouth. The taste of her sweet skin and the feeling of her nipple hardening in my mouth was intense. I let my fingers twist the other one, she cried out for more and the way she begged me to keep going lit a fire between my legs. I pressed my pussy against her, grinding it as hard as I could while continuing to ravish her tits. My body felt alive and my skin was so warm against her. I felt her hand push my panties aside and feel the wetness to be found. I moaned, her nipple still between my lips as her finger worked its way inside my tight hole. She probed and pushed until she had two fingers vibrating inside my pussy. It was almost unbearable and as I pressed my clit against her palm. Anticipation It was indescribable and though I was hesitant, I wanted her to feel this incredible sensation. I let my hand slide down her body, searching for her opening. I finally found her thigh and worked my way in between her legs. When my fingers finally made contact with her pussy I found it to be so wet and irresistibly hot. As I let my fingers slide inside her moist walls, she moaned and squeezed her legs tighter. It felt as if I was sliding my fingers in and out of a jar of warm caramel that kept sucking against my hand. Then it hit me, rocked me and screamed through my body. Crying out loud and thrashing on top of her my orgasm split me. As I exploded, I felt her body rise up to meet mine. She pressed hard against my hand and let a deepening moan escape from her mouth. The way her thighs gripped my fingers made me believe she was being sent over the edge as well. Alex took her other hand and pulled me down, kissing me deep as she let her fingers reach even further inside, my legs clamped tightly around them. My body raged forever until I finally collapsed on top of her. I lay, tangled around her, breathing hard, my skin glistening. My heart was racing and I found that every part of me pulsed and throbbed with the same beat. My head was spinning but I smiled, squeezing my thighs together and feeling the wetness that glided between them. I could feel Alex's hand stroking my hair. She was so gentle with me, a safe feeling warmed over my body. At that moment, I knew we were close, locked in the trance of passion, the air of sex, the sounds of lust. I opened my eyes and stared into hers, without saying a word our souls danced. She smiled ever so sweetly and kissed my lips as if they were soft rose petals moist with the morning dew. Our friendship blossomed into something I had never quite dreamed of. Still...in the back of my mind I knew this is what I had always been waiting for. Anticipation He was wired with anticipation. Alternating between working on his laptop and walking to the window of his hotel room; looking to the driveway. For what, he didn't know. He didn't know what her car looked like. He didn't even know if she was going to come tonight. Their weeks of conversations and email had left him filled with a desire and anticipation that he had never experienced. He had told her where he was staying and when he would be in, but she never told him for sure if she would be there. Only the playful teasing hints that she was so good at. As I drove into the city, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. I was so hot for this man, it was unbelievable. And the promises of sweet passion were all I could think of. I loved teasing him. Always keeping his mind running with desire for me. And our time had finally come. At last, we would be together. He was almost resigned to the fact that tonight wouldn't be the night. He lay down on the bed and started to read one of the stories she had sent to him. He felt himself growing erect at her sensual imagination. He slid his hand down into his shorts to feel how hard she was making him...without even being there. I'm finally standing in front of his hotel room. One last check to make sure everything is right. I reach to knock at the door... The knock on the door startled him. He fumbled about like a teenager that just got caught reading Playboy in the bathroom. He went to the door and looked through the peephole. His knees weakened and his heart began to race when he saw her. Opening the door, he uttered a breathless "Hi." Her bright smile told him that she was just as happy to see him. He took her in his arms and kissed her softly and gently. Their lips closed at first but slowly opening as they began to feel the passion that had been building since their first encounter. Tongues intertwining ... they both began to sigh at the feel of each other. Moving into the room, I could feel his hardness pressed against me. Looking at into your eyes, with a sly grin, I whisper, "I hope this isn't too forward" as I place my hand firmly between your legs to feel your hard dick. Ahhhhh, he feels as wonderful as I had dreamed. I just can't wait any longer...I've got to have him here and now. Reaching down with both hands, I begin to undress you ... And you begin to do the same to me. Piece by piece, our clothes find themselves in a crumpled pile on the floor...melded together just as our bodies will be. Pulling me to the bed, you gently lay me down and begin kissing my lips and spreading my legs with your soft hand. Stroking the inside of my thigh, holding my pussy in your hand. Slowly you begin to slide your finger inside of me. The wetness is unbelievable. You can't believe it because you've hardly touched me at all but yet, I am so very wet. Then you bring your wet finger to my lips, and together, we lick my juices from your finger. Moving further down, you take my erect nipple in your mouth while searching for my hardened clit...massaging it as you say in a raspy voice, "I want to make you cum. I want to hear you moan with pleasure." With the pressure building, I can feel my body begin to shudder as my orgasm comes in a rush. Juices flowing, dripping wet, you then spread my pussy lips and bury your face deep inside of me. Licking the honey...wanting more. Getting your finger wet, you begin to circle the opening to my ass...teasing me. Then slowly sliding your finger inside of me just a little at a time. You're driving me wild! Running my fingers through your hair, holding your head closer to me. "Eat me baby. Make me cum again" is all I can say through quickened breaths as I take my breast into my hands and begin to squeeze them and play with my nipples. And once again, you bring me body to the ultimate heights of orgasm. Hormones raging wild with desire, he can't hold back any longer. He's got to feel her wrapped around him feeling her heat and wetness. He spreads her legs wide to receive him. Sliding the head of his dick around in her wetness, spreading it up to her clit and down to her ass, he then prepares himself for his entry. With just the head of his throbbing dick inside of her, he leans forward to take her nipple into his mouth as he fills her completely. His mind is running wild, his emotions are high. "You feel so wonderful. I never imagined it feeling this good." He feels like a boy of 16, eager to reach his climax and quickens his pace. Long, hard, fast strokes...pounding into her. Filling her completely. Wanting her more. He can feel his body tightening as pounds against her harder. Until finally, he finds his release as his hot seed shoots inside of her pussy. Bodies weakened, they fall into each other's arms feeling content and as one. They lay together and talk as their conversation turns to play. He begins to pinch her nipples and receives a sigh of approval from her. Kissing and nibbling on her neck, rolling her to her side and kissing her all around...working his way down to her ass as she moans sighs of pleasure with each kiss. Then turning her over again to take possession of her wonderful mouth with long, searching kisses. And she begins to nibble on his lower lip and capturing his tongue to suck on it. "This is what I want to do to your hard dick baby" as she once again captures his tongue to suck on it. Sliding down his body, leaving behind wet, sensuous kisses. I take your hardened dick into my hand and begin to stroke it as I tease your nipples with my tongue. Ummmmmmmm...you feel so wonderful. Seeing you like this is such a turn on for me. "Prop yourself up on the pillows baby because I want you to watch me taking you into my mouth." And with that, I begin to circle the head of your dick with my tongue...licking away the wetness that has risen to the opening. Down the length of your shaft and back up again to capture your rock hardness into my mouth completely...cupping your balls with my hand and squeezing them. Your head falls back and your eyes close and such a wonderful feeling. In long easy strokes, my mouth begins to move up and down your shaft. And then my tongue begins to circle your balls. Over and around, taking them into my mouth to suck on them. "Pull your legs back baby because I want something more" as I begin to spread your cheeks wide. With my wet tongue, I slowly cross your ass. Stoping to twirl the tip of my tongue around the opening and gently sliding inside of you. Ahhhhh...the feeling is soooo good and you take your dick into your hand to begin stroking it. Harder and harder I press my face into your, licking, sucking, and fucking your ass. And with each pounding of my face, you stroke your dick harder until I hear you say, "Oh baby...I'm about to cum" and you point your dick towards my face and shoot your hot load of cum onto my face, my neck, down my breast and I mover closer to you. Rubbing my body against you. Spreading your cum over my body...and yours. You pull me into your arms and squeeze me tightly. Kissing me passionately. Wanting more but needing to regain our strengths. And when that energy comes, we continue to the shower. Washing our bodies clean, teasing and playing, mutually satisfying each other. And when then taking our wet bodies back to the bed to begin all over again. Anticipation I hang up the phone, feeling slightly foolish as I did so. I cannot remember the last time I felt this nervous about a man. Its quite simple, I lecture myself, just call and when he answers ask him if he would like to have dinner with you. I tell myself to grow up, that I am a mature woman, capable of negotiating multi-million dollar deals. Why am I so afraid to make this one call? Sighing, I answer myself. I am afraid of rejection. After watching the one man I loved beyond all else marry another, while continuing our affair right up to the night before his wedding, I was cautious of allowing any close to me. Still I knew that I was being foolish. The phone rings, startling me. Hello, I ask as I pick it up. My heart begins to beat faster as I hear his voice - the man I have been agonizing about - on the other end. He asks me to dinner. I hesitantly agree. He tells me he will pick me up at seven. Again, I agree. We hang up. I sit still for a few minutes, stunned that he would take the initiative and call me. Glancing at my watch, I see I have four hours until he is to come and pick me up. Suddenly I feel giddy and young - something I have not felt in years. Smiling I get up and head towards the bathroom. For the first time in weeks, I feel like pampering myself. Though I have dated casually since he has married, I have never taken the time to make myself look as beautiful as I did for him. Now though I felt that it was time to take this chance life offered me and try to start anew. The hours fly by as I bathe and get dressed. I apply perfume to my pulse points. It is a light, sensuous scent, something I had recently bought on a whim. I dress carefully in an emerald green sheath. It hugs my body demurely in the front, flowing to the floor in straight simple lines. The back is a different story as it leaves me bare to my waist. I use a light hand at applying makeup. I want tonight to be different. I want to impress him and I instinctively know that too much would have him turning the other way. Finally, it is time for him to show. I wait in the living room, a glass of white wine in my hand. The doorbell rings. My heart begins to pound as I stand up slowly and answer the door. I smile shyly as I accept the bouquet of roses he has brought me. He tells me I look beautiful. I offer him something to drink, which he refuses saying he has reservations at 730 at an exclusive restaurant. Impressed, I ask him how he managed to get a reservation there on such short notice. He replies that he has had the reservations for quite some time but that his original date had to cancel. Forcing a smile on my face I try not to let the disappointment of knowing I was not his first choice for the evening to show on my face. Ah, I say as he helps me put on my coat. I lock the door behind us before following him into the elevator. During dinner, he is the perfect host, asking me about my job, my life and my travels. I answer carefully, giving shallow answers, feeling as if I was being interrogated. He neatly sidesteps all my questions to him, leaving me feeling uneasy. After dinner, he takes me to a local bar for drinks. The questions continue through out the rest of the night. The disappointment I try to keep at bay finally erupts as he ends the evening, walking me to my apartment. Thank you I say politely as we stand outside my door. I cannot wait to get inside where I could cry and try to figure out what he wants from me. I smile politely as I open the door. Turning I say it's late and he should probably get going. I thank him again for dinner and his company. He smiles mysteriously, a strange glint in his eyes as I carefully ease behind the door. Good night, I say to him as I begin to close the door. His hand shoots out, preventing the door from closing. I raise startled eyes to him. He smirks. Really my dear, do you really believe you can get rid of me that easily? He asks as he pushes his way into my apartment. I can see why Jason recommended you to me. He trails a finger down my arm, assessing me like a butcher assesses a slab of meat. He laughs as I jump at the name of my recent lover. Ah yes, he says. Did you really think you two were a secret? All he could brag about was how hot you were and how he was going to miss you and the games you used to play with him. I grow paler and paler as I hear his words. I hear him tell me how, at the urging of my old lover he asked me out. And now he wants payment. I stand there woodenly, unable to react. He smiles as he backs me into the bedroom. The bed comes behind my knees, forcing me to stop backing away or fall to the bed… He pushes me onto the bed and grins in triumph as he takes my emerald sheath and rips it - oh my pretty new dress! How foolish I was to think I would ever matter to anyone! - A calm comes over me as I realize that I am nothing to men but sex. As he leans over me this time, I help him take his shirt off. I ignore the startled look he gives me as pull down his zipper. His penis is erect - large and pulsing… I smile up at him as I take him in my mouth… He grips my hair as I engulf him, establishing a rhythm… Up and down . Up and down. He groans as he forces himself deeper down my throat. I try not to gag. Finally, he quickens his rhythm, forcing me to comply – else I would choke. I nearly do as he shoves his cock down my throat in ejaculation. I try my best to swallow all his cum, but some leaks out the corner of my mouth. When he is done, he pulls out. I try to escape his hold but he grabs onto me. Ah, he says as he finishes. You are a bad girl, not swallowing all of my cum. I will have to punish you. He grabs me by my hair and throws me to the floor. I wince as my body lands hard on the carpet. He turns me onto my stomach and begins spanking my ass. As each slap gets harder, I feel him wanting a response from me. But I feel nothing, merely the sting as the spanking continues. Finally, he tires, and turns me over. With no preparation, he enters me. I bite my lip as his thick dick pushes into my soft, velvety center. He begins pounding into me, twisting my nipples. He keeps trying to get a response from me… Scream bitch! he breathes into my face. I shake my head in defiance. He tells me to start acting like I enjoy the fucking he's given me – after all, he paid for me with the expensive dinner. I lie there on the floor, with this man pounding into me and threatening me and all I can think of is how did I get to this place. As he starts to roughly tweak my nipples and bite my breasts, I realize that if I do not respond, he will likely hurt me seriously. Though it sickens me to give this bastard any credit for arousing me, I decided to play along… I began to moan as if he was actually bringing me to orgasm. He stops biting, telling me I'm a good little girl, and that if I continue to behave, he won't have to hurt me. Through all this, he continues to pound into me. As I lay there under him, striving to make him believe he is arousing me, I pray that he will finish quickly. I scream as if in the throes of orgasm, using all the skills I learned to end him quickly. At last, he gives a great grunt and empties himself into me. He pulls out and grins cockily at the site of my pussy, red and raw, with his cum dribbling out. Aren't you the talented one, he says to me, patting me on the head. What an idiot, I think, to believe he actually pleased me. I smile weakly at him, hiding my true feelings. He heaves himself up, and looks down at me. Well now, I think that was well worth the money I spent. I will have to tell Jason his recommendation was well taken. He dresses and leaves me, lying there on my carpet. I hear him leave my apartment and slowly raise myself up from the floor. I wince as I feel the abuse I have taken. Slowly, feeling like an old woman, I rise and walk to my bath. I place salts in the tub and run the water… As I slip in, I begin to rethink my life. I am tired of men using me only for sex. It is time for me to live for myself… As for Jason…. well, a little talk with my attorney would clear up any misconceptions he might have about advertising me to his friends. And his friend… well he would learn no one does what he did to me, without paying a price. A grin begins to form as I think of his punishment, soothing my battered soul. Anticipation 4:33 am Saturday: Her breath steamed in the cold air that rushed through the car door as she opened it. A shiver ran through her body when an errant gust of wind blew across her bare ankles and up her skirt and over her naked thighs. She could feel her nipples harden instantly beneath her coat. They tightened into little pebbles and the fabric of her coat rubbed across them as she stood, causing a brief yet delicious shock of pleasure. She looked up in the predawn light to the window of his apartment and all the plans she had thought of the night before came rushing back to her and heightened her already brimming anticipation...... 11:09 am Friday: "OK, I'll see you tomorrow then. I'm looking forward to it!" She said. "Me too. See you then," he replied as the hung up the phone. She smiled to herself as she put the receiver back on its hook. Her smile was both one of love and mischief. "you have no idea just how much" she whispered to herself. He never even thought to suggest she get her oil done up where he lived during the day, her plan was intact. Her thoughts were broken by her boss dropping more work onto her desk. "you look like the cat that just ate the canary he said" and a pink blush spread across her face. You have no idea she thought to herself, and smiling she got back to work.... 7:58 PM Friday: Her giggles slowly faded as the last shakes of her orgasm left her. She had wanted to wait for his touch, his talented tongue, his sweating body thrusting into her, but having thought of little else all day she couldn't resist. She lit a cigarette and smoked it as she set her alarm clock for 3:00am. Enough time for some quality sleep before getting up and setting her plans in motion. She tamped out her butt and snuggled into the sheets letting the afterglow drift her away into dreams of him..... 4:34 am Saturday: She felt the warmth from the car starting to fade from her nearly naked body under the coat as she started up the too dark stairs to his apartment door. She knew he'd likely wake up when her key slid into the lock but she stepped quietly so as to prolong the moment until then. Perhaps he had stayed up late online writing or maybe went out for drinks with friends? Maybe she'd be able to slip in and warm up a little before he woke up? These thoughts were too much to hope for. She wished only that he would like her surprise.... 4:52 PM Friday: She walked into her apartment exhausted both from a long days(weeks) work and the lack of decent sleep the night before. Dropping her coat and purse on the floor she slumped to the couch and contemplated going to sleep in her work clothes. Her feet and back were sore from the day and it took her two cigarettes and half and hour for her to unwind enough to even become aware of the headache she had. She lay back on the couch thinking of sleep when her eyes fell across the framed picture of Him she kept on her TV. His eyes sparkled at her and the smile she loved so much brought her back to a sitting position so she could see it more clearly. I have too much to do before I go to sleep she thought. She got up from the couch and went to her computer, started up her Internet connection and while it was sighing her on she went around the room picking out the clothes she need clean for work next weekend and the ones she would need for the weekend. She selected a silky nightgown she knew he would like and a pair of sexy thong underwear, the outfit he would wake up to tomorrow, and a few other surprises for Saturday night and threw the into the laundry basket and went back to the computer to check her e-mail...... 3:46 am Saturday: She was shivering almost uncontrollably as she pulled out of her driveway, the car seat had left a line of cold across the backs of her knees that she thought may not warm until half way to his house. She was seriously considering going back inside and to bed her war bed but the thought of his hot body warming her instead kept her foot on the accelerator.... 5:05 PM Friday: Her heart both melted and leapt with love and happiness. Her e-mail box had been full of forwarded jokes, Thanksgiving wishes and the usual spam but there was one letter waiting for her from him. It was an erotic story written just for her. One filled with both loving words and passionate sex, written just for her. He never stopped thinking of her and wanting her to be happy. She put paper in her printer and started it so she could read it over again while she did her laundry.... 4:25 am Saturday: Just a few more exits and she would be in his arms. She had spent the drive thinking of all the possibilities, all the acts and positions they might try the morning, this weekend. Maybe even a few new ones? Some new twists to their mutual favorites? The dampness was increasing between her thighs and she squeezed them together. Just two more exits now...... 3:11 am Saturday: The hot (almost too hot) water caressed her body and did its work to help shake off the remaining sleep that a couple of cigarettes and a half a can of coke could not. She was tired sure, but she knew that she would soon be able to drift back to sleep wrapped not in her lonely blankets but in his loving arms. Drift off in the afterglow of orgasms much stronger and more fulfilling than the one she gave herself last night. She washed the sweat of the previous day and the orgasm from last night off her and cleaned her hair with her new mint shampoo she loved. She conditioned too knowing how silky it would make her hair feel. Then she concentrated on shaving her legs and pussy making them also smooth and silky. She left a small patch at the top of her vagina and smiled at the way he would call it her "puff." Then she cleaned her body thoroughly and then just relaxed as the hot (almost too hot) washed the soap down the drain..... 4:35 am Saturday: The deadbolt clicked as she turned the key. It made a clack loud to her ears in the cold predawn light. She'd had a little trouble even seeing the lock in this light. She opened the door slowly despite the cold nipping at her calves and stepped inside. He was looking at her with sleep and surprised both heavy in his eyes but when he saw it was she the smile she so adored came half formed to his lips. "I thought you were going to get your oil changed today" he said as she closed the door behind her. "I am" she said and then smiled her most mischievous smile as she let her coat fall to the floor. "But I need a lube job too." And there was that smile, brightening up his handsome face and her heart as her held his arms out to receive her.... 4:36 am Saturday: To be continued...? Anticipation Click Here to listen to Chicklet read this story. His hands traced up my spine, sending tingles through my body. I could feel his fingertips lightly tickling the tiny hairs on my skin, hardly touching me at all and yet almost penetrating my flesh. It seemed like every time the pads of his fingers reached my skin my thighs parted a little further. I could feel myself involuntarily pushing my backside into the air, thrusting my open pussy towards him as if for his inspection. He touched me again and again I raised myself, yearning for his touch to tickle me there, where I ached for him. My arms pulled against the ropes binding them to the corners of my bed. I sought for a glimpse of light underneath the blindfold I wore, but I could see none. I flexed my legs again, testing the ropes holding them. Everything was too tight to escape. He was too experienced at tying me this way, teasing me this way. He was a pro at this, and it was hopeless for me to think that my torture would end soon. A moan escaped my lips as his fingers left my skin, and I focused on listening to his light footsteps as he paced around me, walking to the other side of the bed. I tried to anticipate what he would do next, but I could not. He always surprised me, every time. It was never the same, but always, as with the last time, it drove me wild. I mentally followed the footsteps as the crossed the room, and I strained to hear the sound of him opening a drawer. My heart jumped, guessing at what he could be taking out of the dresser. We kept our toys in that drawer, our ropes and blindfolds and gags. Also, we kept toys that he could use to hurt me a little bit, softly, the way I liked. I heard a scraping as he sought what he was looking for. The drawer shut and he walked back towards me. I tried to show him the anxiety I was feeling. I writhed about on the bed, messing the sheets, rubbing my face against the pillow in hopes of dislodging the blindfold a bit so that I could see what he held in his hand. He clucked softly with his tongue, indicating that I should stop, and I did, falling quietly back on the bed. My chest heaved with my deep breaths as he stood there, next to me, unmoving. Rubbing my nipples against the bed slightly for some stimulation, I felt the rush of arousal flow towards my pussy again, and I again involuntarily lifted myself, offering my charms to him. He chuckled, and moved again, walking around me. I flexed my fingers, stretching them and relaxing them, then held tight to the ropes as I tried to remain calm. It was so easy, helpless like I was, to lose control over myself and become a purely sexual creature. But I tried to retain some dignity, to stay still while he decided what he was going to do. A groan escaped my lips, a wild groan that seemed animalistic, lustful. My face turned bright red at the noise. I hadn't expected it; it had come completely as a surprise, even to me. I could practically see him smiling at me, knowing the power he held over my body at this moment. Something touched my skin, and I practically jumped off the bed, my back arching in surprise. He dragged the leather down my back in a smooth motion, tracing my spine with it as he had done with his fingers earlier. The flogger's trail ended at my tailbone, where it began a trip back up my body to my neck. I pushed my head further down into the bed, allowing more access to my neck. He tickled my neck with the short leather strands, causing me to smile, and then drew the instrument away. I heard a hissing noise but didn't have time to prepare my body for the force of the strike. The leather hit my skin with a crack, and my whole body jumped, seeming to leave the bed entirely. My body quivered with aftershock as I listened to him walking around me again. My mind raced as I tried to prepare the part of my body that he would strike next, different parts of my body tingling with anticipation. Another hiss and the leather struck again, my thighs this time. I could feel the heat rising from my pussy turn up a notch, growing hotter, as I raised my bottom towards him again. I needed him so badly. I whimpered, straining my body upwards towards him, yearning for any touch of his hand. I heard the leather flogger hit the ground with a thud as he discarded it, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The soft thud of his footsteps surrounded me again, and I turned my face over to rest the other cheek on my pillow, facing him, but unable to see him. I sighed as a soft finger reached out and touched the newly formed welt on my bottom. He stroked the bump, running his finger gently all along its length. He then moved to my thigh, tracing the welt there, as I pushed myself up towards him again. His fingers left my skin. My body felt cold from the lack of his presence. I fell down against the mattress, deflated, my skin yearning for another touch. My pussy was sopping, fluids dripping down my thighs and gathering at the blanket underneath me. With each movement I made, I could feel the pools of juices rubbing against my skin. The very touch of the wetness made me even hotter, and I could feel the skin peeling away from my body, my pussy opening and presenting itself to him. My own scent filled my nostrils. A cold object nudged against my lower lips, sliding across the slick surface and slowly poking a rounded tip inside me. I raised my hips, eager for any penetration, moaning frantically as he pushed the phallus inside me, and then withdrew it. I relaxed again, falling down, dropping my hips. He chuckled softly and touched the object to me again, this time sliding it in just about an inch and then withdrawing it. He slid the wet tip up my slit, slick noises filling my ears. The round tip rubbed against my swollen clit, and I cried out softly as he tickled me there, teasing my nub. The object withdrew again. I lay, panting, in the pool of my own juices, my hands clenching and unclenching, desperate for more. I wanted him, it, anything, deep inside my body. His finger touched the small of my back, right above my buttocks, and I whimpered as he slowly traced my spine again. I so badly wanted an orgasm. "Please," I whispered, pleading in my voice. "Please, now." His finger left my back and I heard him walk behind me. I lifted my hips again, knowing full well the compromising view I gave him from that position. I thrust my pussy towards him, begging him silently to touch me, feel me, fill me. There was a rustling sound. He was removing his clothing. I nearly cried out in pleasure as I guessed what would happen next. The bed moved as his weight joined me, his arms on either side of my body, pinning me down even further. He climbed on top of me and I could feel the thick head of his cock positioned directly in front of my wet slit.I thrust back, trying to force it inside me. He pulled away, teasing me, and lightly patted my pussy with his thick staff. The hot piece of his flesh rubbed against my clit and I gyrated my hips frantically in the motion of sex, eager for his penetration. Finally he pulled it away from me and thrust inside, pushing the entire length of himself into my body. I cried out as he filled me, the thick staff moving easily inside my sopping cunt, and began to pant as his pumping became rhythmic. I pushed back with my hips, moving with his own, our bodies sweaty from our efforts. My clit felt as though it was ready to burst, and I felt all the nerves in my body tingle as the first wave of my orgasm hit. Electric shocks seemed to jolt through my limbs, prickling sensations washing over my fingers and toes, and my body began to shake under his as I came. His thrusts continued, his speed only gaining. My pussy felt more sensitive than before, noticing every tiny place he rubbed with his cock as he pushed it further in, digging inside me. I could hear his breathing in my ear, the raspy sound growing quicker as his body tensed, and finally his thrusting stopped deep within me. I felt his arms stiffen next to me before I felt his cock pulsing inside my sensitive pussy, and then I felt the hot cum pumping out of him and into my own body. My muscles clenched around him, milking him for all of his fluids. He groaned in my ear, his quivering ceased, and he collapsed on top of my back. I lay panting, still squeezing around him as he began to pull away. I whimpered, thrusting myself backwards towards him again, trying to keep his cock in my body. "I need a cold shower," he whispered, softly. "Then we can start again." "Okay," I said, relaxing against the bed. My body remained, quivering, in place, as I heard him leave the room. I closed my eyes under the blindfold and anticipated what he would do next. Anticipation His hands were sliding under the table. I watched them out of the corner of my eye and couldn't wait to see what was next. I took a quick breath as I felt his finger tips on my thigh. Looking around the restaurant, I checked to see if anyone was watching. I lifted my wine glass to my lips and took a sip as his fingers walked up my thigh, skimming my skin. I felt my heartbeat race and my breath stall. He smiled at me over his glass. His lips took a slow drink on his scotch and water as his fingers moved up the top of my stockings. The waiter came to the table and asked if we needed anything. Our entrees would be out momentarily. I smiled and tried not to moan as his fingers finally touched the apex between my legs. My panties were soaked. His finger slid up and down my pussy, rubbing my panties against me. I wanted to moan but somehow held it in. I looked up at him and he smiled, licking his lips. As the waiter placed our plates in front of us, his finger slipped under my panties and slid just inside my wet lips. Trying not to arch up off my chair, I focused on my plate. His finger slid up inside me and twisted then pulled out and left me empty. Over and over again, his finger pushed inside me. I was wet, my pussy was tight and I was nearing the edge. Suddenly, he withdrew his finger. Stunned, I watched as he slipped the tip of his wet finger into the cream sauce on his plate and then between his lips. I felt my body shiver. I wanted his lips on me, kissing me, sucking me. I wanted his tongue licking me, teasing me. I wanted his cock. We ate in silence, his eyes never leaving me. I was trying to focus on eating but wasn't doing a very good job. As he finished his dinner, I watched him casually lift an ice cube from his scotch and water. The ice was melting, running down his fingers. His hand slipped under the table. I knew what was coming. I knew as his hand opened my legs. I nearly cried out as the cold burn slid across my pussy lips. His fingers pushed the melting ice cube inside my lips, running it up and down just inside me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to grind my hips and fuck his fingers. Instead, I sipped my drink and ate my dinner. His finger kept at me, pushing in and out of my pussy. My lips were numb from the cold of the ice. My pussy was dripping, as much from my arousal as from the ice. As I felt my orgasm beginning, he withdrew his finger again. Smiling, he licked his finger and called for the check. I sat there, waiting, not sure if I could stand it. I wanted to cum. I wanted to cry out. The check was paid and he helped me out of the booth. His hand laid gently on the small of my back. I didn't think my legs could carry me. I knew I had to be dripping, beads of moisture running down my legs. As we walked out into the night, he called for his car. As his town car pulled up, he whispered in my ear, "I'm going to have you in the car. You're going to cum for me." I shivered. Not from the cool air but from the anticipation. His driver, Kevin, opened the back door and I slid inside. As I slid into the corner, he followed me in, leaning over me. His hand went to my thigh as Kevin closed the door and went around to the driver's seat. As the car moved, he slid my dress up my legs. The cool air made my skin tingle. Smiling, he reminded me of what he had said earlier. He was going to have me. Sliding to his knees, he knelt in front of me, pushing my legs open. I looked up and watched the back of Kevin's head. Anything that was going to happen in the back seat of this car was not only going to be heard by Kevin but also seen. His were soft and hot as they moved further up under my dress. His fingers toyed with the garters holding my stockings up but he didn't release them. Instead, his fingers traveled up my inner thigh, stroking me slowly. We looked into each other's eyes as his fingers caressed my pussy lips through my panties. His finger pushed against me, pushing the fabric closer to me. A small moan escaped my lips. His fingers curled around the top of my panties and he slowly pulled them down, telling me to lift myself up off the seat. As he pulled my panties off and tossed them to the floor of the car, I leaned back again. He opened my legs wider, his fingers stroking my thighs slowly, causing such urgency in me. He smiled as he pushed my dress up and saw my naked pussy. His fingers caressed the tip of my slit, moving up and down and in small circles. I moaned again. With little strokes, his finger pushed inside me. I was so wet, the sound of suction filled the car. He smiled and leaned forward. Opening me wider, his face settled between my legs. His face was rough against my thighs as his lips touched my pussy. I moaned and arched as his tongue forced it's way inside me. With a slowness I thought would kill me, he licked my pussy, teasing me and pushing me. I looked in the mirror and met eyes with Kevin. His smile made me feel wicked and hot. I closed my eyes and moaned again, louder, as his mouth covered my slick pussy and he sucked hard on my lips. Bucking my hips, I felt my orgasm building again. I wanted to cum. I'd wanted it all night. His tongue flicked across my clit and then down inside me, returning to lick my clit and press down again. His lips closed around my hardened clit and his finger slipped inside me as I bucked into his face and moaned our my orgasm. I looked at Kevin in the mirror and smiled, licking my lips. His mouth kept sucking, pulling on me. I kept moaning and pushing against him. Lifting himself up, he braced one hand on the car door behind me. I watched as his other hand undid his pants, sliding them down. His cock was hard and big. He stroked his cock gently with his hand, sliding his fingers up and down the length of him. I watched and moaned, pushing myself up, letting him know I wanted him. He smiled and laid between my legs. I moaned as the tip of his cock pushed against me. I watched Kevin's face in the mirror as my pussy filled with his cock. He was so big, my pussy was so tight around him. He grunted and pulled his cock out till the tip was just barely inside me, then he rammed his cock down again, filling me. I moaned and arched up to him. One hand still braced him against the door. His other hand pulled the strap of my dress down and scooped my breast out into the open. He leaned down and as his cock rammed in and out of my pussy, his tongue played with my nipple. Moaning, I felt my pussy tighten around his cock. He thrust harder inside me and I shivered as my orgasm broke. Stopping, he laid on top of my, his hard cock still encased in my pussy. His hands stroked my breast, squeezing my nipple. I moved and his cock swelled even harder inside me. He lifted himself back up and pulled out of me. His hand went to his wet cock and stroked it again. He told me to roll over. I did, laying across the seat. He pushed my hips up, my ass in the air. Leaning down, I watched over my shoulder as he positioned himself behind me. His cock pushed against my pussy from behind and I moaned as he filled me again. He wasn't gentle. His hands dug into my hips, his nails marking me. He rammed his cock harder and harder inside me. My breasts swung back and forth. The car rocked as it went over a bump and this pushed his cock harder inside me. He grunted, telling me he was going to make me cum again. I moaned back my answer. His finger slipped down under me and teased my clit as his cock fucked me harder and harder. I moaned again, my pussy clenching around him. This time, his orgasm ripped through him. His fingers dug harder into my skin as he slammed his erupting cock inside my pussy over and over again. We collapsed, him on top of me. We laid there for a moment then rose and sat in the seat. He pulled his pants back up, righting himself. I slipped my breast back into my dress and then picked up my panties. As the car stopped in front of my apartment, I leaned over and kissed him, telling him I'd see him tomorrow. As Kevin opened the door for me, I slipped out and smiled at him. Before I walked away, I handed my panties to Kevin and then walked to my door. I looked back and Kevin was smiling, watching my ass. I looked through the car window and he smiled back at me. He knew what I was thinking and was promising I could have it. Kevin didn't always have to just watch. And the anticipation started again. Anticipation I hope you enjoy this erotic fantasy based upon two people, Tres and Steffie, who became friends on the Internet. This first part includes an introduction to the characters and ends with their first meeting in person after a very long distance Internet romance. Part I What a long agonizing day. When I travel I hate how the minutes can sometimes seem like hours. My normal course of action is to board the plane and try to go to sleep immediately. I call it my "suspended animation" approach to air travel. Go to sleep and wake up at my destination. But, today was different, really different! First of all, a flight from Costa Rica to Belgium is not your routine flight. I had boarded my plane at 6:00 A.M. Costa Rican time, and would not arrive in Brussels until 10:40 A.M. Belgium time, which is eight hours ahead of Costa Rica. This was a twenty-hour trip! Besides all of this, I could not get the thoughts of Steffie out of my mind. I knew that today there would be little sleep, only anticipation. As I settled back into my seat, I began to relive the past weeks of our relationship. I thanked God that I stumbled onto Steffie while surfing the Internet. Looking back I can't recall exactly why I went to the Adultfriender chat room, maybe I was just bored. But boy am I glad I did. Just the thought of Steffie heightened the anticipation of this trip, and made me conscious of the arousal my body had felt so many times in recent weeks. As the hours crept by, I relived the hours of email and instant chat. The smile that came to my face was close to a laugh out loud. If anyone were watching me surely they would think I was some kind of a nut. My smile broadened. Quick thoughts came to my mind. "What will she really look like? Will she be as wonderful in person as she had been through our vicarious experience?" I brushed those thoughts aside and recalled that we were to meet outside the customs area. We had become fast friends in a very short time. This was not exactly what I had originally envisioned from an Internet experience. There was something coming from this woman's heart that soothed my soul. Now I was on my way to visit her for the first time. All of these thoughts merged and I drifted in and out of a very restless sleep. The plane shuddered lightly as the pilot lowered the flaps in preparation for the final approach. My heart beat faster and I wanted to be there more than ever. I was incredibly conscious of what a long day this had already been particularly with the eight-hour time difference. It was now mid morning in the skies over Belgium. I reset my watch to local time and prayed my bodily clock would follow suit. The long day made me really glad I had been putting in those extra hours at the gym and on my bike. Somehow I knew I would need my strength. When we pulled into the gate, I leaped from my seat to be first into the aisle. As soon as the cabin door opened I was out of there like a racehorse out of the starting gate. People had to think I was nuts, but I didn't care. I found my way to the baggage claim area. While I was the first to arrive, it made no difference since we had to wait for the bags to be unloaded from the plane. Soon the claim area was teaming with people from my plane. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the baggage carousel began to move. I waited and watched as seemingly everyone picked up his or her bags. What a day for my bags to be the last ones to come down the slide! Finally, bag in hand I headed for the lines in customs and immigration. There was a glass wall separating customs from the waiting area outside. There were lots of people out there but no one who looked like Steffie. My mind played tricks on me, "maybe she would not come," I thought to myself. My self-doubt was soon erased as I saw what had to be Steffie enter the area. Finding her was easy because she was the only other person there with a grin as big as mine. Yes, this had to be her. We approached each other like two magnets. I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times, and now I forgot what I had intended to do. Should I hug her? We introduced, without touching, but she stood so close I could smell her lovely fragrance. She looked so radiant, so alive. This was real life and it was already better than any dream I had ever had. When we exited the door to the outside, we had a fairly long walk to where her car was parked. We didn't say much as we walked but ironically we reached out for each other's hand at exactly the same time. How often things like this had happened online, now it was happening for real. We said nothing as I placed my bag in the trunk and took my place beside her in the front seat. "What do you want to do," she asked, followed quickly by "Are you hungry?" I was hungry all right, hungry with anticipation of what the next hours and days would bring. She pulled away from the parking area and out into traffic. It was a gorgeous day, mostly because I had finally made it here. I felt myself begin to relax. The warmth of the sun on my face felt good and reminded me this was actually happening. Instead of taking the expressway, she took the local roads, which helped give me a flavor for the countryside. After about twenty-five minutes of driving she said "I know a great place for lunch." We drove on, now beginning to feel more comfortable with each other. We had become soul mates over the past months, and the natural air that existed between us on the computer took over in person. I felt like I had known Steffie forever. In short order she pulled into the small parking area of a quaint country inn. She said, "There's a quiet little restaurant behind the hotel with a lovely terrace and a beautiful little garden." We walked through the entrance and she stayed so close, occasionally letting her dress and left arm brush against me. My heart was pounding. As we exited the back, it was as if we had entered another world. There was a quiet array of tables spaced adequately so that each had an appropriate amount of privacy. It was a glorious day. The garden was beautiful and Steffie was as radiant as the sun. We sat down and I ordered two Scotch on the rocks. I was putting my Internet knowledge to work. We began to talk like two old college friends who hadn't seen each other in years. I was so comfortable and so aroused by this woman. Several times during the conversation she would brush her soft hand briefly against my arm or my thigh. I returned the gentle overtures and soon we felt ourselves freely touching, placing a friendly hand on a knee, or a thigh, or simply holding hands. . You could sense the electricity and the anticipation travel between us. Although her dress was conservative, I could sense her arousal by the way her nipples made little peaks in the fabric. It was obvious that she had chosen something conservative, and yet had consciously not worn a bra. The energy was so strong between us that I consciously moved my napkin into my lap to hide my now growing erection. This was more perfect than I could ever have imagined. When we were almost finished with our second cocktail she said to me "Come with me, I want to show you the inside of the inn." We got up and strolled across the terrace and back through the door we had exited only an hour ago. This time, however we turned down a different hallway and just as we came to the end she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside one of the rooms, quickly shutting the door. I was so excited I thought I would explode. We embraced each other, and experienced a kiss I shall remember for the rest of my life. I stroked her cheek softly with my hand and felt her tongue expertly caress my own. It felt so good to finally have her in my arms and her kisses turned out to be even better than I had imagined. . As I was to learn later, she had made arrangements to leave the door unlocked as part of her surprise. I loved the forward nature of this woman. She grabbed my hand again and pulled me softly to the bed at the back of the room. I loved the aggressive self-assured nature of this woman. "I have made arrangements to spend our first night together here," she said. The afternoon sunlight that streamed into the room through the large window gave the space an eerily romantic atmosphere. As we lay down I remember thinking there is no way get as close to this woman as I want. As I moved as close as I could, I could feel her hand now gently touched the outside of my bulging pants. It felt better than I could ever imagine. She whispered softly in my ear "Take me Tres. You can't believe how much I want you now that we are finally together. Take me like I have anticipated every night since we first met." This was not the kind of experience I wanted to rush into. Since I had waited so many months for us to finally meet in person, I wanted to savor every last second, every tender kiss. My fingers found the buttons on the front of her dress, but instead of simply unbuttoning them I let my hands wander to other yet unexplored areas. Her kisses were so passionate and erotic that I knew I had to savor every second we were experiencing. At the same time my mind was telling me to go slow and savor every last detail, that other voice in me was saying, "What! Are you crazy! If you don't get on with this process I'll have you declared legally insane." The voice seemed to win and I began to undo the buttons on her dress. I could feel her gorgeous firm breasts responding accordingly. It was one thing to imagine them over the Internet; it was sheer joy releasing them from her dress. I thought back to how many times I had imagined her breasts in my mind. I had often told her that breasts were very erotic to me and she teased me back telling me that hers were very nice. After one of our first contacts she had tauntingly e-mailed me a photo of a pair of naked breasts from some random website with the accompanying statement. "These are not mine, but they very easily could be." I recalled how that photo and little statement had given me an instant erection upon receiving them. They were a perky set of full 36 D's. Now my imagination was about to learn the truth. As I undid the remaining buttons, I felt her grasp my belt and deftly begin undoing my zipper. My cock pounded in unison with my chest. Her touch felt so good. We were both so heightened by the weeks of anticipation. I loved her touch, the feel of her soft skin, her erect nipples, and the deep soft wet kisses. Perfectly wet, long kisses that I had dreamed of ever since our first exchange of words. I thought about that lovely mouth and what it would feel like elsewhere. Once the remaining buttons on her dress were undone it was simple to raise her hips and slip off her now soaked panties. I could sense the moisture from her pubic area as I got her fully naked. I teasingly avoided her soft pouting pussy in an effort to increase her arousal. I knew I was succeeding by the low moans creeping into my ears as she gently bit my ear lobes. "Oh, Tres, You are so wicked to tease me like this." I hadn't waited weeks for this to rush the process. I loved giving her pleasure because I knew I would benefit equally. She continued to stroke my penis in expert fashion. She knew just when to stimulate and just when to back off to heighten my desire. Simultaneously, I sucked on her luscious tits, tits more beautiful than I had ever imagined. My hands began to roam. I searched her inner thighs. As my fingers inched higher, her body began to heave upward in response. As I was about to move my hand back down her thighs she grabbed it and put it where she wanted to be stimulated. I traced the curves of her vagina, and used the moisture flowing from her to lubricate her clit. When I began soft gentile circles on her clitoris, I thought she would explode. I thrust my fingers gently inside and she pulled my cock close to her body, rubbing it against her thighs. She took the precum from the tip and rubbed it on her nipples. This was true ecstasy. I let my tongue work its way tenderly toward her navel. I could smell her desire as I inched my way lower. As my tongue found her clit I felt her shudder. I slowly made circles feeling her respond as I went forward. I sucked very gently and found all of the right places. I began to feel her thighs, then her whole body quiver as she exploded into orgasm. She moaned softly, making a conscious effort to restrain herself, as she reached climax. As I relaxed, and rose back to where I could see her beautiful face, I felt her mouth biting gently on my nipples. She had removed her hands from my cock. I wanted her touch so much that I slid her hand back to where I so desperately wanted it. By the time I had accomplished this maneuver I felt her soft wet lips take me gently into her mouth. She was so gentile. She sparked such desire. I responded gently by thrusting lightly with my hips. "Steffie, it feels so wonderful, don't stop." She would take the head gently and trace its outline with her tongue. Then she would put my penis completely into her mouth. Next she began to suck gently, urging me closer and closer to climax. I could take it no longer. I had to place my hard cock where it had wanted to be for months. I pulled her face gently to me while simultaneously rolling her on her back, all the while looking deeply into her beautiful brown eyes. We both knew what we wanted. I entered her and felt the sensation I had been longing for. There is no substitute for that initial feeling of penetration. She was so wet, so warm, so desirous. I moved in gently at first responding to her pulsating hips. We were like one. It was as if we anticipated each other's every move. I traced her nipples with my fingers while at the same time enjoying her soft tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. I thrust more deeply responding to her body's direction. I could feel the quivers begin anew and I could hold back no longer. I began to explode inside of her. We climaxed in perfect rhythm and this time her body quivered from head to toe. It was more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. Our little rendezvous had been consummated in a way I never dreamed possible. I slowly let my energy drain and held her tightly in my arms staying inside to make the feeling last as long as possible. We were as close as too people can get. What had begun as a dream had finally become reality. I learned first-hand that this experience had turned out to be more wonderful than even my fondest dream. As the sunlight dropped lower in the sky, and the room turned to amber darkness, I thought to myself how lucky I had been to stumble upon this woman. We continued to hold each other in the warmth of our bodies, and the anticipation grew in my heart about what was yet to come, but that my friends is another story. Anticipation Claire glanced at the clock for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. She had been eagerly planning tonight for weeks. Just another half-hour to wait, it seemed like an eternity. She was already trembling with anticipation. Sebastian would be there soon. He had been away for three days and would be returning tonight. She had spent all day in preparation. First, she had gone to the florist and picked up a bouquet of roses. Then she had gone to the market to pick up a few things. Last, she had gone to the local vintner to pick up a couple bottles of Sebastian's favorite wine. After that she had come home and taken a long bubble bath, pampering herself by pouring in half a bottle of bubbles. While she was luxuriating, she shaved her legs, making sure her skin was baby smooth. When she was done, she reached over and picked up her favorite bottle of nail polish. It was called blood red. As she stroked the brush over her nails, she pictured what Sebastian would be wearing when he showed up. A white poet's shirt and black leather pants with black shoes. Sebastian would look good even if he had been camping in the woods for three weeks. And he would smell, she sighed, heavenly. Just thinking about the way Sebastian smelled was enough to send waves of desire rippling through her body. Her nipples tightened into hard nubs in anticipation. Her sigh seemed to come up from her very loins and sent some bubbles floating away from her. Even after all this time, what that man could do to her body was nothing short of amazing. She looked down at her nails and was amazed to discover that during her daydreaming, she had finished her nails. She also realized that her bath water was rapidly cooling. She slowly stood up, enjoying the way the water ran down her body. She slowly stretched her arms up above her head like a cat, enjoying the languid movement. She slowly reached for a towel and stepped out of the bath onto the thick white rug. She slowly wrapped the towel around her, enjoying the way her toes suck into the rug. She grabbed another towel from the rack and made her way into her bedroom toweling herself off as she went. The house that Claire and Sebastian shared had three bedrooms. Technically, one bedroom for each of them and another one for guests. However, Sebastian's room was a master suite complete with a large bathroom that included a large sunken marble Jacuzzi tub. The master bedroom was reminiscent of medieval life. In the middle, was a giant custom sized canopy bed with red velvet curtains. This is where they end up spending most of their early morning hours before they went to sleep before the coming dawn. Claire stopped before her bed looking at the clothes she had picked out earlier from her walk in closet. Draped across her bed was a Meschantes Victorian Overbust corset covered in a black rose brocade pattern. Next to the corset was a pair of black silk panties. The narrow point at the base of the corset would draw Sebastian's eye to the patch of fabric. She dragged her red fingernail across the silk, feeling the softness of the material. Claire sat on the bed next to her outfit and reached over for the bottle of lotion on her bed stand. She pumped lotion into her hands and rubbed it in. She slowly stretched out her leg and began to rub the scented lotion in to her toes. She slowly smoothed the lotion onto her skin moving up to the arch of her foot. Reaching for more lotion, she gently rubbed it into the skin around her ankles. As Claire slowly worked her way up her body she remembered the night after Sebastian left. Her friend Maria had joined Claire on her bed shortly after sunset. Claire was had been lounging on her bed trying to decide what to wear when Maria had lain down beside her. Without saying a word, Maria had turned Claire onto her stomach, stripping Claire's silky nightgown from her as she turned. Maria has then proceeded to rub lotion over Claire's body from head to toe. When Maria was done with Claire's backside, she had turned Claire over the started on the front side. Maria straddled Claire's hips and started on her shoulders. By the time, Maria had gotten to Claire's belly button, Claire had been turned into a puddle of quivering jelly. As Claire rubbed lotion over her breasts, remembering how Maria had lovingly caressed them the night before. She had started with the left one slowly rubbing lotion all over it. Then Maria had gently rubbed her thumb over Claire's nipple. She had then proceeded to rub lotion over Claire's right breast. With a sigh, Claire dragged her nail across her nipple. Her loins felt like they were made of molten lava. She was generating so much heat it was a wonder her bedding hadn't caught on fire. Claire finished applying the lotion to her chest and arms and reached for her underwear. She stepped into them and gently dragged the silk material up her legs. She put the corset on and began the slow process of lacing up the front of the corset. Memories of Sebastian and Maria delighting in unlacing her other bodices caused her loins to become even moister. As she finished, Claire looked down on the bed at the other present she had bought for tonight. A toy to make her biggest fantasy come true. She couldn't wait to try it out with Sebastian tonight. As Claire turned to walk out the bedroom door, her eye fell to a piece of jewelry on her dresser. With a smile, she picked up the anklet and put it on. Sebastian worshipped her ankles and the bells on the chain would encourage his notice. With a nod, she walked out into the living room. Claire glanced at the clock for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. Just another half-hour to wait, it seemed like an eternity. Finally, she saw a car turn up the driveway. Anticipation My heart pounds in anticipation. It's beat gradually increases until it becomes a roaring thunder blocking out all other sounds. My eyes crave to look about, to see from which direction You will be coming. Yet they are blinded by the silken softness of a cloth held tightly by a knot behind my head. Drawing my attention from the racing of my heart, allowing it the escape to returns to its natural pace. Straining against the bonds that only I can see and feel I crave to move, to shift my position even just slightly. Although I know this will only anger you and so I resist this persistent urge. How long have I been kneeling on the cold, hard floor; awaiting; craving the excitement stirred within me at the sound of Your voice? Digging my nails into the tops of my knees, while my mind continues to wander over the infinite possibilities of that which is to come. After a time a whimper escapes from deep within my tightly clenched lips. Causing a flinch as I remember Your Command of silence. Have I just broken it, yet again, with a sound You have always love to draw forth? I long to bow my heat at the misery and confusion this question brings; yet the collar about my neck prohibits this. The chill of the snap, attaching the leash to my collar, touching my bare flesh creates a rush of goose bumps to travel down my spine. Breathing deeply, almost but not quite sighing, to try and control the quivering of my body...I await You, replaying the things that has so far happened in my head. How much time has ticked by? How long has it been since I arrived home, to find You standing, with your arms crossed, at the threshold? Silently You pointed with Your left hand; the right still folded tightly across Your chest. Pointed towards The Door. Without a word Your total dominance rushes over me, making me completely forget the day's events. Dropping everything onto the table near the door, quickly removing both shoes and coat, I rush towards The Door. Barely remembering to take care of my things in the haze of excitement growing within me. Your hand rushes out to stop me as I rush past, the feel of it instantly stopping me in my tracks. Eyes locked to Yours, searching for the reason to why you stopped me. My attention is drawn to the movement of Your finger as it travels to my lips, stopping to receive a small kiss from them. Withdrawing Your finger, transferring my kiss onto the lips I crave to feel brushing against mine. Watching, leaning towards You ever so slightly, Your lips have a cruel, upturned grin as You motion for silence. "Knowing the way my voice caresses you, how much you always long to hear it, I have chosen to deny it to you. This will be the only time you hear it, until I choose otherwise! So, my lovely little baby, Savor it while you can! Not only will you be forbidden from hearing mine, so shall you be forbidden from making ANY sounds. Not so much as a Whimper! Do you understand me?" Sternly You look down at me, squeezing my upper arm when I fail to answer You fast enough. Understanding slowly dawns on just what Your Command means, mutely I nod, biting my lower lip in confusion. "Good, my pet, Now go!" You point once again, releasing my arm so that You may re-cross Your own. Turning to head for The Door, a yelp of surprise is elicited from the shocking sting upon my arse. I bring both hands up quickly to still the possibility of any others; eyes wide in shock, realizing You had just tested me to see if I truly understood Your Orders. As I try to slink off in shame, You grab me quickly by both arms, roughly spinning me around and forcing me to bend at the waist. Fear rapidly replaces shame, as I thrust my arms out to steady myself. Before I can find something, anything to grab a hold onto, the first blow comes. Hitting my upturned cheeks squarely. Silently, this time keeping all sound tightly held in cheek, I count off ten rapid strokes in my mind. Stinging me, even through the thickness of my jeans. Growling, You shove me away from You, to make my way stumbling towards The Door. Turning back, the knob grasped tightly in my hand, I manage to catch the look of disappointment on Your face as You turn Your back to me. Hanging my head in shame, my heart heavy with the knowledge of having just disappointed you, I turned once again and enter. With numb knees, I kneel on the cold floor. My mind replaying this scene over and over again in its entirety. Briefly pausing to wonder at the severity of punishment, I shall be served by Your hand. The sound of The Door slamming shut causes my heart to resume it's galloping race of trepidation. I know that You have just entered, and are somewhere within the confines of Your own personal playroom. Searching with blind eyes, my hearing heightened to a fevered pitch, I search for any minute sign from You. Trying to pinpoint Your exact location, so that I may prepare myself for Your next move. Silently Your hands caress my naked flesh, Your knuckles sending my perked nipples bouncing and jiggling in a sensuous dance. Your fingers move to lift and pull my sensitive nipples, pinching and extending them in a pleasurable torment. My teeth crushing down painfully on my bottom lip, killing the moan of ecstasy begging to be released. Traveling up my skin, Your hands leaving a blazoned trail of fire, until they brush through my hair. Gently acting as two, four-fingered combs in a gentle pass through the loose strands. Unexpectedly Your fingers become a steel trap, latching onto my hair and pulling it. Forcing my head back and to each side, giving clear access for You to push plugs into my ears that effectively cut out all sounds. Under the soft touch of silk my eyes become enlarged in shock. Opening my mouth to voice my shaken fears at this new and frightened even, You quickly take advantage of my gaping mouth to fit a ball gag into it. Completely cutting off all possible complaints. The snap clicking shut behind my head only serves to drive home my utter helplessness, driving me to understand my inability to give any indication; any hint of communication to You. Shivering in fear, my heart racing faster then a rabbit being chased for its life, I keep my place kneeling on the floor. My hands turning into four white blazes against the soft tanned flesh of my knees, the nails digging deep trenches into the flesh. What are You doing? Is this some sort of new training that You are seeking to impart upon Your little baby? What am I supposed to do now? I begin to wonder to myself. My mind begins to play tricks on me, slowly increasing the awareness of my one last sense of touch. The feel of hands, more then the two, which I know, belong to You. Who else is in the room, sharing in Your pleasures of tormenting me to each tiny death of pleasures? Hands begin touching me everywhere; lightly caressing my shoulders, hair and arms. Crushing the tender flesh of my breasts tightly together, pinching and pulling my nipples from time to time. Fingers walking down my inner thighs to fondle and stroke the moist and bare lips before sinking into my inner depths. How many hands are there? How many people have You brought into The Room to share in my demise? As quickly as they all came, they departed. Leaving lasting telltale scratches of white all over my exposed body. White lines traveling over my body, highlighted against the serene canvas of my skin. The hands entwined in my hair, are they Yours still? Tug and swirl the strands into a convenient rope, urging me to lift my body until I am no longer resting my weight upon my heels. Telling me to raise my hands off my knee's, leaving evidence of my own fears in the perfect eight crescent moon marks of my nails. Two sets of hands each grab tightly onto my arms, lifting forward and down, guiding them towards the floor. Soon I am no longer kneeling in the manner of which you have taught me, but on my hands and knees. Naturally my back arches down towards the floor, lifting both my sweet sex and arse in a pleading question. Wishing to do nothing more then fulfill Your every whim, hoping to meet them before You are forced to impart them on me. The sting catches me unawares, the plugs having worked against me by blocking out the warning whistling sound of the flogger as it cuts through the air on an arching path towards Your target. Before I have the chance to recover from the first blow, soon rapid blows redden my lower back and arse. Shifting aim, its tails flicking across my upper back and reaching around to flick my overly sensitive breasts. How long has it lasted? How many times has the flogger contacted my flesh? Surely You cannot mean to slowly tear the flesh from my bones!? Again and again the lines of fire are stoked upon my body, traveling from my thighs all the way to my shoulders. Wrapping around a flicking against my sex, driving a sweet pain into and against my clit. Wondrously, the pain soon has me rocking back to meet each and every strike. My hips lifting to try shifting Your aim to smack against my clit, hoping to drive me over the edge and into the abyss of my own climax. Screaming into my gag, the sound cut off before it even has a chance to be born, at the flogging ceases. My flesh burning with the need of its own murdered climax, lifting off my knees in a begging search for that which had caused the sensations to begin. Soon hands once again travel over my flesh, fingers following the trails of welts along my body. Caressing the hot flesh with cold fingers, forcing me to remember each and every loving lash across it. Seeking hands soon lift my hands from the floor, returning me to my former position of kneeling back. My weight rests against flattened ankles, the burying in my thighs a constant reminder. Expecting the hands to release mine, I am soon shocked when they are once again lifted and soon I feel someone else in front of me. My hands are open and soon they're allowed to travel down the expanse of the person in front of me. Quickly cuffs are quickly locked into place, the buckles cold against the skin where the leather straps don't quite come together. Goosebumps travel once again down my spine, soon to be forgotten as seemingly dozens of hands begin to travel and worm their way all over me. Fingers once again weave into my hair, pulling my head back as far as they can. Once I am no long able to lift my chin any higher they flow back and grasp the snap to the gag, pulling it off and out. Something is rubbed against my lips; it's spongy and a bit wet. Hesitantly my tongue slips between my lips, licking them briefly before adventuring out to investigate the new object trying to press it's way into the warm depths of my mouth. Exhaling through my nose, I smile and know soon know what is slipping into my mouth, I am still unaware as to if it is actually You or one of the other many hands that were just touching and caressing my flesh. Giving me time to become accustomed to the invasion, You slowly slide a few inches of Your long cock in. Gliding it in and out of the depths between my gripping lips, slowly driving it deeper with each inward thrust of your hips. Gradually it dives deep into my throat, causing me to gag slightly as this is much deeper then You have ever demanded of me before. Rapidly Your hips begin to thrust, driving Your cock deeply in and out of my mouth, Your balls slapping against my chin. My tongue dances along the underside of your cock as a deep rumbling vibrates through it, heightening Your pleasure. Before You reach Your climax You pull out of the deep recess of my mouth, Your hands still clenched tightly in my hair and pulling me forward. Soon I am led over a prone body, lying atop the mattress strewn on the floor carelessly. Gripping my ears, the hands guide me until I am posed over another hard cock. More hands soon press until it is buried deeply within my hot, wet sex. Anticipation There were three new messages in the email inbox. She scanned past the first two and opened the last one. "I am confirmed for the flight arriving at 3:40 pm on Thursday. I will be staying at the Hyatt and I have arranged for a car to pick you up as planned at 6:00. I can't wait," it read. Her heart was beating rapidly as she reread the message. Could she really do this? Her stomach was doing summersaults as she realized how far she had come now. They met on line in a silly little site. She thought it harmless fun, but over a brief period they had become friends, and now they were planning to meet. Her mind was racing. Thoughts battled each other. "How can I do this? I don't need this confusion in my life. What if my family should find out. I don't even really know him. What if he is a weirdo." But for every negative thought, a flicker of excitment was there too. "What will I wear? How soon should I let him kiss me. I wonder how his hands feel. Is he a good kisser? Can I wait another week for this?" Her face was flushed as she imagined the first moment when they meet... the first time he takes her hand,...the first kiss....and then that moment that they make love and they hold each other. Her nervousness has evolved from one of anxiety to one of excitement. She felt that warm feeling building in her stomach, so she let her fantasies build. She loved that erotic feeling as she became excited and felt that first wetness growing and spreading. Yes, she would meet him. She had no choice now. After their chance meeting online, he had seduced her with trivial little stories, hoping to impress her with words that would tell her that he was a romantic, even if he was limited to sending messages out, without any interaction or even the knowledge that they were read. He toiled at this happy work, seeking the right words...the right image..wanting to titilate and excite and capture her imagination...to draw her into his fantasies and let her see their common interests. And most of all, he wanted that contact with her, no matter how tentative and vague. But she responded with compliments and that drove him on to attempt, in his crude way, to tell her in his stories how he would touch and kiss and please her. He never expected more that that simple acceptance and the wishful desire to excite her and have her touching herself as she read his words and knew his thoughts. And they came to know each other better and exchanged messages daily, and spent hours online talking about everything and nothing. And they shared themselves on camera with each other. It was a heady experience, that thrilled both and drew them further along. And now their long distance relationship had reached the point that they were comfortable enough to meet. They were both married and constantly told each other that their friendship wasn't for love. And they didn't want it to be, but they weren't looking for just a good time either. They really wanted to meet and enjoy each other. To enjoy looking into eyes, touching hands, hearing laughter, knowing the scents, feeling the warmth from a smile, and the taste of a kiss. And although they didn't say so, they also knew that they wanted that delicious, rich and overpowering feeling as his hand touched her thigh...that nervous moment when his hand slips under her panties and hers into his zipper...that anxious time when their mouths open and exchange their breaths and that exquisite moment when her secret womanness is parted and his hardness enters and pushes deep inside. She tried to focus and get her mind off of what might happen, and concentrate on the day. She threw herself into her chores and time passed quickly. The week was soon gone and their meeting was tomorrow. She went over her list of safeguards and excuses. She gathered her clothes and tried them on again. She checked off her alibis and made sure everything was covered during the hours she would be unavailable. She slept fitfully and was glad when it was time to get up, even though she didn't feel she had slept enough. She started her daily routine and by noon was finished and had time to relax for a couple of hours. About 4 pm, she dressed and got ready to drive to the mall across town; far enough away, she hoped, from any chance encounters with friends or acquaintences. After checking things twice, she drove to the location where she was being picked up by his car. She backed her car into an upper level stall and went to the restaurant to wait. At exactly 6 pm, she saw a long black limosine pull up out front and the driver came to the door. She jumped up and quickly met him. She confirmed that the car was for her and the driver opened the door for her. She climbed into the spacious area and as she did, she saw he was there waiting for her. He smiled and took her hands and kissed her cheek as the driver closed the door. She sat beside him as the driver pulled away. "I am so happy to see you tonight." He squeezed her hands as he spoke. "I couldn't wait, so I decided to surprise you and come with the car." "I am so glad you did", she replied. "I hope you enjoy the evening. I have some special plans for you", he said, and kissed her tenderly. She smiled. "Something special planned", she thought, "probably the same thing I have planned." They both had planned many different senarios for this meeting, but they all had a common element. She crossed her legs as she wondered which one would be playing out soon. He couldn't help himself as his eyes drank in her long legs. He had seen her on cam, but that did no justice to her. She was tall and slender, but not skinny. Her legs were toned and she was very fit. He quickly looked up from her legs to her eyes, but he had already been caught. She smiled at his slight embarrassment. "Do you like my legs?" she asked. "Like them...hell, I love them" he blurted out. When he heard himself make this juvenile response, he chuckled. "What I meant to say was, yes very much. You have the most beautiful legs." She smiled at his discomfort and slowly uncrossed her legs allowing her skirt to ride up slightly. She stretched her legs out in front of him, inviting his further approval. His heart was racing now and he realized he had lost any control he had of the situation. She was taking over the tone of the evening. But he didn't mind....Up to a point. So he gazed at her legs, so long and lithe. Calves muscular yet very feminine. His eyes moved up to her knees and then to her lower thighs. Amazing, was the word that filled his mind. She turned slightly allowing him to see a few inches more up her skirt. The mystery and sheer sensuality that filled the air was so rich. He felt like a kid sneaking a peek at the teacher's legs as he looked at her and tried to remember to breathe. He didn't want to lose any dignity he had left, so he lifted his eyes and looked at her as he said "I am so happy we finally met." "Me too" she responded. "It felt strange seeing you after so many times we have talked and cammed together, and you look like you did on cam, but yet very different." "It's because I have clothes on", he laughed. She almost choked at his remark and she laughed hard and finally was able to say "well, maybe we need to fix that." He didn't respond, but she knew he heard her and was probably saving that response for another time, when it would be more useful and leading. They laughed and talked together as they rode across the city. It felt so good. They were comfortable and had a sense of being friends forever. It was so easy to talk and listen. Soon he held her hand as they spoke and then she leaned against him, and before long, she looked up at his eyes and he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. That first kiss was almost magical. Every kiss in sappy stories is "magical", but this one truly was. It was soft and comfortable and friendly, yet it burned with an underlying passion and it gave each a sense of giving from the other. Yes, it was magical, and they were both lost in it for a moment. Time was insignificant as they held each other tighter, prolonging that kiss that could never be repeated. Their first kiss. As they moved back, they were silent and they stared into each other's eyes, and looked deep into their souls. He held both of her hands. They faced each other now, turned in the seat. He brushed the back of his hand across her cheek and then touched her lips, tracing them across her mouth, and then leaned again to her and kissed her, but this time, they embraced with more passion and their mouths were open and they gave each other their breath and wetness and their tongues played together and danced in their mouths. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her arms around his neck, and his hands held her head. They broke away again, but before they could move, they joined again and kissed harder and more passionately. Full of need and desire. No comfortable or soft or friendly kisses now. Passionate and needy and eager and lustful and daring and possessive and giving and so exciting. His hands slipped away from her head and swept down her neck and across her chest and he filled them with her breasts. Her breasts were full and round, and he could feel her nipples hard under her clothes, seeking to be freed and brought into the play. His thumbs rubbed across them and teased and hardened them as they kissed. She squirmed in the seat as his thumbs and fingers tweaked and pulled her nipples. His hands cupped her breasts and measured and felt them and molded her full flesh to his hands and filled them. They were on fire. Their mouths hungrily ate each others and they ground their faces hard together. His hands fondled and played with her breasts, and she began to rub the bulge that was jumping in his slacks. His cock was hard and throbbed with urgent need as they played on and on. Her hands felt his shaft and squeezed and gripped it through his slacks. She stopped long enough to unzip them and reach inside. His cock jumped into her hand and she held it there pulsing and throbbing. Hot meat filled her hands, like some live animal ready to pounce. She pulled it out and stroked the shaft with both hands. She gripped the cock head and squeezed it as she slid her other hand up and down the shaft. She stopped kissing so she could look at this beast she held. His cock stood up for her approval and begged for more attention. She couldn't resist and bent down and in one movement, sucked his cock deep into her throat. Her lips stretched over his flesh and her lips closed around it tightly. She filled her hands with his balls as she held his cock in her mouth, feeling it jump and throb against her tongue and throat. She slowly raised up and when his cock was out she slowly licked up and down the shaft and then sucked the head and stroked him even harder. He relaxed and sat back as she now moved between his legs and knelt down so she could suck this cock to her satisfaction. He watched as her beautiful face moved over him and her sweet lips pulled his cock back inside. She looked up at him, with that angel/whore look and she made slurping noises for effect as she sucked him. He was gone now. Nothing else existed for him. And she sucked him and licked and kissed him. But he wanted her and couldn't wait any longer, so he pulled her up and kissed her lips again and pushed her down on the seat and he moved to the floor before her. His hands touched her legs and together they slowly moved up, up under her skirt and then they touched her silky panties. The first kiss may be magical, but the first touch under a ladies skirt is mystical for men. All of their senses are focused there. Breathing stops. All thoughts evaporate. There is no sound. The tactile sensors in the hands are enhanced and as they move up the legs, they can feel every little goosebump, every crease, every scar, every bump along the way. The feel of every fraction of an inch of the leg is savored and the memory is stored away. And it is in slow motion. It takes a lifetime to travel that short distance from the knee to the panty. But when the hand first touches that silky fabric, all of the bells go off and time speeds up and the goal changes. A sense of urgency takes over as the protection offered by the panty is overcome. And this was happening now as his hands moved under her skirt so slowly, in an effort to make this last forever. And he touched her panties and his hands continued, moving between her legs, pressing against her. She parted her legs more and his hands rubbed her mound and felt her wetness, which now was soaking her crotch. He pulled back and lifted her skirt above her panties and pulled her down in the seat. Her legs were spread and he was between them. He leaned down and began to kiss her pussy through the fabric. Kissing and sucking her juices through and flicking his tongue against and between her slit which was apparent under the wet clothing. His hand gripped the leg strap of the thong on each side and he slid it off. She lifted her ass to allow it off, and she lay back with her beautiful pussy open and glistening in the night lights. His fingers traced along the flaps and lips of her labis and then opened her up a little. He leaned down and softly kissed her lips and sucked tenderly. His tongue snaked out and slipped as deep into her as it could reach, flicking and lapping and probing. He drank out her juices and begged for more by continuing to kiss and suck and lap at her. His lips found her clit and pulled it up out of its sheath and teased and licked and sucked it until it stood erect, swollen and throbbing. He feasted on her delicious pussy like he was starved. She lay back gave herself over to his worship and felt wave after wave of orgasmic climaxes wash over her. Her legs were trembling when he finally sat back up and kissed her. They straightened their clothes, knowing they would be arriving at the hotel soon. What an introduction. What a ride. What an evening ahead. Soon they arrived at the hotel. He had already checked in, so they went directly to his room. He had stocked the wetbar with wine and champagne. He also had fruit and snacks and flowers sent up. When he closed the door, she walked around the room, looking at everything and smelling the flowers and sampling some of the hors d'oeuvres. He drew the drapes and turned on some light jazz. He went to her and led her to a chair where she sat across from him. "I can't tell you how wonderful it is to be with you now", he said." I have dreamed of this day many times, and now that it is here, I feel like I am in one of my dreams." "Yes, I know. I have thought about this so many times, and I wasn't sure we would ever meet. Even if our time ended now, it would be worth it just to know you are real and more than I thought." He smiled at her words, for that was exactly how he felt too. "I thought we would have dinner sent up, if that's alright with you. I wouldn't want to chance you running into anyone you know, or worse yet someone seeing you and you not knowing they did. I believe in caution." "That's fine", she said, "and that will give us more time together." She stood up and went to him, then sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck. "You were so exciting in the car", he said. "We haven't even started", she replied as she kissed his lips. They kissed deeply and without haste, making their kisses last forever. His arms held her and she leaned against him as they kissed. Soon she could feel him becoming aroused, and that made her more excited. He was getting harder as she sat on him, and she cold feel his cock pulsing under her legs and ass. She stood up and took his hands and led him to the bed, where they lay down side by side. Neither spoke as they undressed each other. They weren't rushed, and took their time, touching and feeling each others bodies as the clothing was dropped on the floor. When she was dressed only in her thong and bra and he in his briefs, he rolled her onto her back and began to kiss her passionately again. She parted her legs and he draped a leg between hers. His mouth was on hers, his hands around her neck and touching her breasts, and one leg pressed against her crotch. She soon began to move against his leg and he pressed back against her. He moved between her legs so that his cock was positioned against her pussy. They ground against each other, their underwear separating their flesh. He raised up so he could play with her breasts. He pulled her bra down so that her nipples peeked over the cups. They were red and her areola dark pink. Her nipple buds stood out and begged to be kissed and sucked. His lips pulled them up into his mouth and he sucked hard and flicked them with his tongue. His hands cupped her breasts and flicked her free nipple as he sucked the other one. The bra now became an impediment, so he reached behind her and unhooked it and she pulled it away and dropped it. Her beautiful full breasts now lay exposed on her chest. They were firm enough so that they didn't spill over her chest onto her sides. They were round and perfect, he thought, especially since she wasn't a teenager anymore. His lips and mouth and hands worked on her breasts and she lay back and cooed and sighed from the pleasant sensations shooting down from her breasts to her stomach. She felt that warm fluid feeling that she loved, but hadn't felt much lately. The thrill of his touch and attention was strong and she felt her body getting hotter and her breasts more sensitive with every suck and flick and lick. Their lower bodies were busy as well, and independant of their will and attention. His cock strained hard against the frail fabric, seeking to escape and fill her pussy...So close, yet impossible to enter yet. She was wet. The crotch of her thong was soaked and her juices leaked down her legs. The tiny patch of silky thong barely covered her slit, and her lips were swelling and parting from the force of his hard cock pushing against them and forcing them apart. And they kissed and he fondled her breasts and pleased her. They humped against each other. His cock had now managed to push her soft fabric between her lips and that caused her lips to slip outside the thong. What a wonderful image his cock must see, with her pussy opening and consuming her panty and his cock pushing it in. They stopped their play for a moment, and he pulled her thong and his briefs off, and lay back between her legs. She instinctively pulled her legs back and opened her pussy to him. His cock pushed between her lips, stopping when the head was inside. He lay still then. They looked into each others eyes and kissed as he continued entering her. His cock was hot and hard as it filled her. She felt the throbbing deep inside. She focused her mind on it, relishing that blissful movement of his member against her soft tissue. She squeezed his cock, massaging and caressing it inside. They stayed still, as their sex embraced and played together. They didn't need to thrash around to make love. Lying together like this is the most sensual way to make love. Their kisses, eye contact, touches and feels, and penetration all are direct and are given deliberately to each other, and that makes it all so much more tender and rich and delicious. Every movement is intentional and designed to give the other pleasure and so it shows the care and passion that caused it. So they made love. There would be time for frenzied animallike fucking later. And they lay as one, slowly moving against and in each other, touching, kissing, feeling, exploring, massaging, loving and knowing each other. Minutes slipped by in their tender grip. And even as they gently loved, they reached plateaus of pleasure, partly from the stimulation of their bodies, but mostly from the bonding of their minds and hearts and souls, and they began to move more quickly, now driven by their needs. Anticipation His cock now thrust into her and pulled back, maddened by rising lust and fueled by her passion too. They pressed against each other and urged each other on, and soon they both felt their orgasms building to that sweet release. He pushed back deep inside her and she wrapped her legs around him and held him tight in her as they exploded together. His cum spurted out into her, and her muscles contracted and squeezed him as she milked his seed out. They lay there, still together and they kissed softly and tenderly for a few minutes. Then he rolled over and pulled her to him and she lay on her head on his shoulder and chest, her leg draped over his. His arm held her and they lay silent. It was like a meteor had just hit the earth and everything had changed. All was quiet now. Only breathing and hearts beating, and the melding of their spirits. No hurry...No urgency..No schedule...Just a lanquid, soft tranquility that they thirsted for and craved. And they held it close and imagined it would last forever. In an hour, they stirred and ordered room service. They started to the shower, while they waited. The night was still young. He shaved as she started her shower, and then joined her just in time to wash her back, and massage her back and shoulders before she got out. They both dried off and dressed and were done when the room service waiter knocked on the door. They let him in and he set the serving cart and a dining table and arranged it for them before leaving. They sat together and ate dinner. They laughed and talked about their childhoods and their favorite foods, cars, trips and movies. They talked about everything except their families and current lives. An hour slipped by quickly and they moved to the couch and drank a glass of wine as they settled in together. She sat sideways on the couch facing him so they could look directly at each other, with her elbow propped on his shoulder. Her legs were folded under her in sort of a lazy lotus position. After a few minutes, they realized how precious their remaining time was and both felt the sadness at the same time. Maybe the wine had something to do with it, but they became very quiet and needed to hold each other tight. He pulled her to him and held her firmly. That was unnecessary, because she would be tight against him anyway. They wanted to blend together if they could. She now leaned to him and held his face as she kissed him, so tenderly, so lovingly, so poignantly. He took her kisses and accepted her deep feelings and returned them with his own. They held together for some time, and as they kissed they felt their desire returning, and moved their bodies harder against each other. His hands moved down from her shoulders and took her ass and again felt her globular flesh...so firm...so round...so perfect. Every breath became deeper now as he began to feel the stirring in his loins as his cock reawakened. She rubbed his chest with her hands and unbuttoned his shirt so she could play with his hair and rub his muscular pecs and tease his nipples. He slowly crept his hand up her skirt and caressed and felt her leg as it moved up to her upper thigh. She shivered from the touch and he could feel little goosebumps as he neared her precious v. They kissed on and the tenderness faded and was replaced by a needier and more urgent attitude. Their mouths were wide open now as if trying to consume all at once. They breathed their breaths into each other and exchanged wet tastes. Her hands worked down his chest and slid under his belt and felt down into his pants until she found his cock. It was eager for her touch and lept into her hands. She held it tight and squeezed and stroked it as much as she could in his slacks. She pulled her hand out and undid his belt, unzipped the zipper, and pulled his slacks open. Her hand dived back inside and gripped his cock again and pulled it out. Her other hand joined the first and they played and stroked and squeezed and felt his cock. He tried to concentrate as she did this. His hand was up her dress and now his fingers felt between her legs in that amazing little triangular area where her legs joined her torso, with her pussy there ready for him. His fingers slipped between her lips and slowly traced the fleshy flaps up and then down the full length of them and rubbed across them and then slipped his fingers between them and into her warm wet slit. She moaned when he first entered her with his fingers, and she tightened her grip on his cock immediately. He pushed his fingers in deeper and then pulled back and put two fingers in. He stirred them slightly, feeling inside her and rubbing her little clit nub with his thumb. Their play was exciting, but too confined and limited by their positions and clothing. He stood up, took her hands, and led her to the bed. She sat at the edge as he knelt before her. He looked deep into her eyes as his hands moved again up her legs pushing her skirt with them. When he reached her thong he didn't hesitate, but grabbed it with both hands and pulled it off. He took her legs and placed them on his shoulders and leaned down to her. His mouth stretched open and he covered her pussy with it, and flicked his tongue all over her pussy. His lips were wet and he closed them around her lips and sucked them. He sucked them one at a time and then together. He pressed his mouth and lips against her pussy and ate her. He licked her inside and out and probed inside her with his tongue stretched out and flicking like a serpent's. He lapped her juices and drank her. His hands went under her ass and he picked her up so he could fuck her deeper with his tongue. He held her ass in his hands and feasted on her sweet wet pussy. He wanted all of her that he could have. She was sitting up watching, but at some point she lay back and gave in. Her mind was almost blank, except for the colors that flowed through it as she climbed from one level of pleasure to a higher one. She gave herself over to his attentions and floated along as he carried her away. She felt her orgasms overcoming her and she lay limp under them. Her body melted and became electric again and again as she climaxed. He loved her pussy so much, and wanted nothing more at that moment, but soon she became too sensitive for him to continue, and he regretfully stopped. He unfastened her dress and bra and removed them. Then he kissed her belly and planted little kisses up her body as he moved to her breasts. Her breasts were firm and the nipples sat on them waiting. He took them in his hands and felt them and played with her nipples and squeezed her heavy breasts. He took one breast and held it out with both hands as he kissed and sucked it hard. His mouth filled with her flesh and he could not get it all in his mouth at once, no matter how hard he tried. So he contented himself and her by sucking and licking as much as he could and then moving to another part, being sure to give all of her breast equal attention. She arched her back and raised her head as he played. She held his head tight against her breasts and encouraged him. He kept at her until her nipples were hard and swollen and her chest flushed dark pink from excitement. And she pulled him up and rolled him onto his back. She crawled down next to him and began to kiss his lips and then his chest and stomach and then she took his cock in her hands, and stroked it slowly. She leaned over and kissed the head teasingly, and continued stroking. She licked up the shaft as she stroked. She squeezed the head and scraped her teeth across it, and kissed it between her lips. She blew her hot breath across it and flicked her tongue onto the hole, and licked and lapped at his cock head. His cock was hard and jerking in her hand with every lick and flick. Finally she placed her lips around it and lowered her face over it and took it deep into her mouth and back against her throat. His cock jumped and pulsed in her mouth. She felt it twitching and throbbing and her pussy throbbed with it from the excitment. She pulled back and began to suck it harder and harder and then to stroke it in and out of her mouth, fucking her face with his cock. He moaned and reached for her head. She moved his hands away so she could control the pace and depth of the sucking. He lay back and looked at the ceiling, his entire body limp, except his cock. She continued for a few minutes, and then she stopped and sat up. She swung her leg across him and positioned herself directly over his standing cock. She lowered herself until her lips were against his cock head. She took his hands in hers to brace herself and then lowered herself onto his cock. The head parted her lips as she sat down on him and his cock slipped easily into her. She sat flat on his stomach, with his entire cock buried deep in her pussy. She leaned to him and kissed him deeply and then sat back up and proceeded to fuck him. She pulled her legs under her so she was in a squatting position. She bobbed up and down on his cock, sinking it deep in her with each thrust of her body. She varied the penetration by leaning forward and backward with each stroke, and then with his cock fully inside by rocking back and forth. She moaned and he groaned as she fucked him on and on. She was relentless as she slammed down on him. Her body sweating from the exertion, and her pulse racing also from excitement. As she reached orgasm, she leaned forward and dropped down on him, her breasts on his chest and she lay still, but his cock still pushed in and out as he now thrust his hips up. She lay there, her mouth on his as he fucked her. She climaxed again and again and soon he began to cum also. They held each other tight as they lay connected, her body resting completely on him, and his holding her. After a brief rest, she rolled over, and kissed him. He rolled onto her arm and he put his arm across her. He kissed her cheek and he stared at her. Now she looked at the ceiling. "You know my time is up, don't you?" she asked. "Yes", he answered. They lay still as if they refused to acknowledge what she had just said. A few more minutes passed, then she sat up and kissed him, and got out of bed. She showered and fixed her hair and makeup, dressed and came back to him. He was dressed also and sat at the edge of the bed. She stood still before him. Neither spoke for a moment, and then he broke the silence. "I am scheduled to leave the day after tomorrow. May we meet again tomorrow. I need so much more of you." She looked surprised. "I thought you were only staying the day", she said. "That was my plan, but I changed it after I arrived today", he answered. "I will try. I will have to see what we have scheduled, but I desperately want to. I will let you know tomorrow." They smiled at each other then, like they had been given a reprieve from the inevitable parting. Neither wanted to admit they had only delayed it. Maybe they could be together tomorrow again, but they had had tonight and that's all that mattered at that moment. Anticipation To say that she touched him was an understatement. His passion nearly consumed him. He slowly traced circles on her taught stomach. 'Is it possible she drives me this crazy?' he considered to himself. Those luscious hips he thought as he moved his hand over them. She lay there beside him in her bra and stockings talking dirty as he caressed her body. The desire, building again, was reaching a pitch. He would have her. He had only picked her up at the airport two hours ago. Despite the length of the flight, she came off the plane looking unbelievable. She had obviously dressed to provoke him. Coming from a warm climate it was not uncommon for her to wear a mini-skirt, but in the winter she now got more than her share of looks. To accompany her black mini-skirt she had chosen a form-fitting button down blouse and dark stocking. As soon as he saw her he could feel his cock stiffen. She grinned mischievously, knowing the suffering she was causing. As soon as they meet they hugged deeply and he kissed her intensely – letting his tongue rove throughout her mouth. This only complicated matters further, as his cock was now as rigid as plumbing. She was definitely in a mood, as she nonchalantly caressed his cock through his pants. 'This can't last he thought,' as he ran his hand over her ass. They made their way out to the car where she provoked him further. They kissed passionately again – exploring each other's mouths. His cock was aching for attention, and as they climbed into the car and continued to kiss, she stuck her hand into his pants and proceeded to caress his aching tool. He moaned "god yes," as he squeezed her firm breasts through her blouse. He reached up under her skirt to discover that she was wearing a garter belt. He shuddered. "You're evil," he said. She grinned that mischievous grin again, as she let him caress her pussy through her panties. He was aching with lust. All at once she stopped, looking around. "Not here," she said as she composed herself. For the moment he bottled his desire, realizing it would blow if not alleviated soon. Seeing his condition, she decided to prolong his agony by requesting that they go somewhere for coffee. Despite his turmoil, he agreed – flexing his forearm muscles to control his eagerness. They sat in the coffee shop chatting – all the while he was imagining caressing her naked body. He marveled at her every move as if it was all part of some erotic dance; the way she shook the sugar before adding it to her coffee, the way she unconsciously licked her lips as she poured the milk, and the stirring… "that's nearly obscene," he thought to himself. All of her actions were completely unconscious to her, and perhaps more imagined by him, but proved to increase his desire exponentially. He would have her. Finishing the coffee, they made their way out to the car where, once inside, she leaned over and kissed him deeply while she reached inside his pants and began to fondle his bare balls. He groaned. He reached up her skirt and grabbed her pussy firmly. She ground her pussy into his palm while he buried his mouth in her cleavage. She began jerking him off and then abruptly stopped. "Wait till you get me home," she said. "I'm going to fuck you so hard." He practically peeled out of the parking lot. She sat up and put on her seatbelt, all the while her hand was still in his pants caressing his cock. "Oh god," he groaned. They were back at his apartment five minutes later and he nearly ran into the building with the luggage. Once inside the building she threw him up against the wall and immediately unbuckled his pants, pulling them down to his ankles along with his boxers. He groaned, "yes…" She got down on her knees and began sucking his cock – stroking it up and down with her hand, while caressing his balls with the other. She looked up at him licking the pre-cum from his throbbing member as he felt his orgasm building. Back to rhythmically bobbing up and down, she sucked the tip of his prick until his breath deepened and he spewed his cum down her throat with a loud moan. Up in the bedroom he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply as he tore open her blouse. She gasped, "oh." He ran his hands down her back while kissing her face and nibbling on her ears and neck. He unzipped her skirt, which fell to the floor at her feet, and kissed her passionately. She leaned into him as he cupped her rounded ass. He drew away and pushed her backward onto the bed. He reached down; caressing her legs, he tore her panties off. She inhaled deeply. He climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply – thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He squeezed her tits hard, and caressed her sides and stomach. He began to kiss her ears and neck again – kissing his way down to her breasts, which he pulled out of her bra and nibbled on. He kissed his way down to her pussy, caressing her thighs. He thrust his tongue into her pussy while caressing her hips and stomach. She began to caress his head with her hands as she moaned. He ran his hands under her ass and pulled her torso up to him as he began to nibble on her clit. She squirmed. "Oh yes…" she squealed as she shouted his name. He alternately sucked at her clit and pussy in a broken rhythm. She began to buck her hips; her breath quickening she forced his head deeper into her pussy, her thighs tightening. Her muscles began to quiver as her orgasm wracked her body. She cried out, as she tore at his hair. She flushed as the orgasm rushed through her. Presently, feeling his cock stiffen he grabbed her and pulled her to him – kissing her deeply. He climbed on top and thrust his cock into her wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust into her. He pulled back, grabbed her leg, and rolled her over on her stomach. He began to pump her doggie style, which was his favorite position. He reached around and massaged her clit while pumping her from behind rhythmically. She groaned, "yeah… fuck that pussy!" She began to thrust backwards into his cock tightening her vaginal muscles as their bodies worked towards release. His breath deepening, he groaned into her ear "god what a slut you are… I love fucking that pussy of yours." She reached underneath him and began caressing his balls as he thrust into her. Feeling his orgasm building he slowed his pace and reached underneath her and caressed her breasts while teasing her clit. She responded by thrusting backwards into his cock and crying out "fuck me, fuck me…" He thrust into her harder; her vaginal muscles clenched around his cock and she screamed. Just then he growled thrusting into her and spewing his cum into her pussy. He awoke feeling the wetness in his boxers. 'Three more days till she arrives' he grimaced. He hated the distance. Anticipation We’ve planned this party - planned going to it, knowing what each other would be wearing. We dressed this evening with each other, for each other, long and slow and teasingly, stopping between pieces of clothing to kiss and suck and nibble. I’m across the room from you, flirting with your friends, swaying my hips beneath my black skirt. When I lean over the pool table to make my shot, the black bodice I’m wearing gives the man across the table a wonderful view of the valley between my breasts. I know he itches to pull down the zipper on the front of it, as I stalk around the table in my high-heeled boots to take my next shot. When I finally turn the table over to him, I reach up and fondle the collar you gave me this afternoon. His eyes are drawn to it, and the sight makes him look around for you, knowing you must be near. I know where you are. I play, but only for your pleasure. I’ve felt your eyes on me all night, lusting for me even more as I flirt with your friends. Because you know, and I know, that I am owned by you. But despite who wears the collar, we know one other little fact. I own you, too. I smile at the poor boy missing his shot on the pool table. He’s nervous. Between wanting me and fearing you, he can’t concentrate on his game and I beat him easily. Better luck next time. I walk away, not towards you, not purposefully, but nearing your corner nonetheless. I’ve felt you watching from that corner all night. Your eyes are dark, matching your black suit. There is a whip fastened to your belt; I know it’s there. I saw you buckle it there. Strangely, it isn’t the thought of you using it on me that excites me; but the thought that other people would think you’d use it, and that I’d enjoy it. Turning to the bar, I wonder if there’s such a drink as a Brooding Englishman. Perhaps I’ll create one later, when we’re home. Or perhaps I’ll have better things to do. It’s when your breath feathers across my neck that I realize you’ve moved from your corner. You bite, not gently, on my exposed shoulder, leaving a clear mark of ownership for everyone at the party to see. I moan softly, leaning my head back against your chest as you mark me, there at the bar. Your hands at my hips pull me away from the bar before I can order, and back to your corner I find myself being directed. You pin me there, your larger body hiding me from the rest of the party - no one can seewhat we do, or indeed, that I am even here. I smile wickedly up at you, and fondle the tag on my collar. Your hand covers mine and your breath feathers over my brow. “Boo Boo Kitty Fuck Indeed.” Your mouth crushes down on mine with all the pent-up frustration I’ve taken care to build in you tonight. I answer it with pure temptation of my own, exploring your mouth with my tongue, then nibbling on you bottom lip before pulling away. I intend to keep you waiting a while longer. Chuckling, I slip under your arm and away, brushing one hand across your pants as I go, delighting in the low groan I draw out of you. Across the room once more, I join the crowd to watch the coaster-flipping contest, raising my eyes eventually to meet yours across the room. Sidling up to one of your friends, I persuade him to loan me some quarters for the jukebox....and over to that side of the room I maneuver, swaying my hips purposefully, knowing you still watch. I choose two songs, then turn to find your eyes again as the god-like voice of Revis begins to trickle through the room. I’m caught in the rain, indeed...I can feel the wetness between my thighs; I wear no underwear tonight, and you know that, too. You made sure of that on the way here, and that little flash of memory - your hand beneath my skirt in the car - is enough to make me squirm. I take a few steps to conceal the motion, and find myself against your chest once more. I look up into your eyes just before your arms drag me up into a kiss once more. You stare hungrily down into my face after letting me find my feet. “Home. NOW.” “But your friends....the party...” I protest, but not seriously. I want to be home as soon as possible too. “Fuck them.” I smile slightly, knowing it’s not them who you will be fucking tonight. “Well then.” I turn, heading for the door, the night warm enough I won’t need my coat. You direct me towards the door by one hand at the small of my back - not forcefully, but with the threat of force if we don’t leave. Now. I wonder, idly, if we’ll even make it home.... My musings come true as you pull me into a dark alley we happen to be passing by. “Here?” the surprise in my voice is undercut by a darker, huskier note as your hand wraps around my ankle, drawing my leg up to settle beside your hip, pushing up my skirt as you go. Then, as one hand dives beneath my skirt, the other reaches up to grab the zipper of my bodice, unzipping it slowly, the pace of the unzipping matching the pace of your other fingers inside me. Behind us, inside the building we’ve just left, Revis melts into Five For Fighting as my own Superman rides something far more substantial than a cloud. Anticipation I unlock the door and let myself into your apartment. I smile as I am greeted with your scent when I step into the apartment. I lay my keys and purse on the counter. I surely wouldn't want you walking in and thinking of shooting me because you think I am a robber. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I watch as the mirror steams from the heat of the water, coating it with a fog. I walk back into the bedroom and have a seat on the chest at the foot of your bed. I unbuckle my shoes and remove them. I sit there looking around your bedroom, thinking how much I love being here with you and how lucky I am with all the time I get to spend with you. A warm smile spreads across my face at the thought of you, a flutter filling my stomach as I think of how much I love you. I stand up and lower the straps of my dress from my shoulders. I pull my arms from the straps. The soft material slides down my body, stopping to catch on my hips. I shake my hips slightly and the material continues it's descent, slipping over my legs and ruffling around my feet. I raise my fingers to my bra and unhook the single clasp holding the pieces together. I shake my shoulders as I slide the material from my body. I reach up and cup my breasts, the cool air rushing over my skin, my nipples tightening a bit from the air. I softly slide my palms over my nipples and think of you again, the roughness of your palms are such a different contrast than my soft, smooth ones. I smile thinking of the touch of your palms, how just the brush of them can make my nipples harden instantly. I lower my hands slowly over my ribs, my hands moving out to my sides and feeling the soft skin, my hands coming back to the center and caressing my stomach. My mind still thinking about your touch. I can almost feel you next to me. My hands move down and I slip my fingers between the waistband of my panties and my stomach. I think of your lips kissing my stomach. I rock my hip slowly, thinking about your lips on my skin. I push the lace from my hips, feeling it slide over my thighs, down my legs and hitting the floor. I pick my clothes up and lay them on the chest before I go back into the bathroom. I walk over to the sink and run my hand over the mirror, clearing a space for me to see my reflection. I look down and see your soap on the sink. My mind again wondering to you and how I sit and watch you shave, my eyes tracing more over the ripples of your body than actually watching you shave. I pull my hair onto the top of my head and fasten it loosely with a barrette. A few stray pieces fall down over my shoulders and neck. I stare into the mirror thinking of how you sneak up behind me in the morning, wrapping your arms around my waist and pulling me into a strong hug. Your kisses soft on the back of my neck as I brush my teeth, your lips brushing across my forehead. Your lips touching mine when I finish brushing my teeth, your kisses gentle and sweet. I step into the shower. The water covering my skin as I wonder what you are doing at that very moment, wondering if you are in the car yet or still working. I pull the bottle of shower gel from the shelf and pour it onto the sponge. I rub my hands together watching the liquid turn into foam. I run the sponge down my neck, I think of your fingertips on my skin. I sweep the sponge over my shoulders and across my collarbone. I think of your fingers washing my skin, your touch tenderly skimming across my skin. I lower the sponge down between my breasts. I trace the outline of my breasts with the soft sponge. My mind again thinking of your hands massaging my breasts, your fingers teasing my nipples. I rub the sponge a little harder over my nipples as I feel them stiffen from thoughts of your fingers pinching, rolling, tugging. I step forward under the water to rinse the soap from my skin. The water is soothing, but makes me think of your kisses on my skin. I step back again feeling the air on my skin. The air causing my skin to goose bump. I lean down and run the sponge over my legs, stopping to slowly brush the sponge over my calves. I think of your fingers moving over the muscles of my calves, the tips pressing firmly against my skin. I slide the sponge up my legs, over my knees and behind my knees. I glide the sponge over my thighs, feeling the softness on my skin. My mind wondering to the touch of your tongue skating up the insides, licking and nibbling into my flesh. I look down as if I can see you there, watching your green eyes as you look up at me, your tongue moving closer to my wet lips. I slide the sponge up the insides of my thighs, stopping when I reach my lips. I move back under the water, the foam disappearing from my skin. I can feel my clit throbbing already, just aching to be touched. The warm water rolling over my skin only enhances the feelings running all over my body. I look down and watch the streams of water flowing over my skin, watching the water cover my already hard nipples, sliding down between my breasts and over my stomach. I move back and see the beads of water forming on my skin. I pour more shower gel onto the sponge and rub my hands together, watching the liquid change to foam. I slide the sponge over my stomach, over my hip, over my cheek. I lower my arm and rub the sponge over my outer thigh, then up the back of my thigh. I switch hands and run the sponge up the inside of my thigh and bending slightly to wash the back of my thigh before sweeping the sponge over my cheek and hip. I turn my back and stand under the water. My hair plastering to my head from the spray of the water. I stop to unclip my hair and pull it up tighter against my head. I fasten the barrette back around it, feeling the stray pieces clinging to my neck and shoulders. I stand under the water, enjoying the water washing over my body. I turn back around and step from under the water. I take the sponge back into my hands and hold it under the water as I watch the soap rinse from it. The white stream swirling and going down the drain. I reach up and put the sponge over the showerhead. I reach over and take the shower gel back into my hands, turning it to the side and squirting a little into my hands. I rub my hands together feeling the slickness of the liquid in my soft palms. I slide my hands up the inside of my thighs slowly before brushing my fingers over my lips. I tease my lips, very gently rubbing my fingers over them, letting my fingernails scratch lightly against them. I push my fingers between my lips and I gasp softly when I feel my fingertips make contact with my clit. My mind wondering to you again, thinking of your fingers rubbing my clit. I slip my fingers around my clit and feel it vibrating between them. I push my clit out and gently brush my fingers over it. My moans getting a little deeper as my fingers skate across the surface of my clit. My thoughts again going back to you as I explore my pussy. I drop my hand down to my tight hole. I circle my index finger around the wet opening. I push gently sending my finger into the soft folds of my pussy. My pussy closes so firmly over my finger. I smile to myself at how tight I am. I curl my finger inside my pussy, feeling the wetness and hotness. I close my eyes as I think about you: having me pressed against the wall, your tongue licking inside of me your fingers pushing in and out of me, your cock moving in and out of me with the swollen veins scraping my opening. The moans coming deep from within my throat at the thoughts of you. My mind goes to you yet again, wondering if I open my eyes will you be standing beside the tub? Your voice is playfully teasing, "Good thing I'm here. You need someone to wash your back." I look up at you and smile softly. "How long have you been there?" I ask as I watch you climb into the tub with me. "Long enough." You stand behind me. I lay my head back against your shoulder, tilting my head upward. You lower your lips until they touch mine. You kiss me gently. I slide my hand through your hair and hold your mouth to mine. Only stopping to lick your lips before slipping my tongue between your lips. Your lips suck my tongue, your arms enclose me in a strong hug, you pull me back against your body. I slide my hand along the back of your neck. I can feel your hair dampening from the moisture in the air. We share a really long, slow, deep kiss. I lift your tongue with mine and pull it into my mouth. My lips tenderly closing around your tongue, my lips sliding the length of your tongue. Your lips press tighter to mine as I bite at your tongue. You kiss my ear, whispering, "You know, I love coming home to these kinds of surprises." You run your tongue over the wet skin on my neck. Your lips graze over my shoulder and up the back of my neck. My fingers push back into my pussy, the tightness sucking them deep inside. Your kisses move down across my shoulders, your hands move up to cup my breasts. I tilt my head forward as I feel your tongue slipping over the back of my neck. Your words caressing my ear, "Don't remove your hand from your pussy. I want you nice and wet by the time I get there." Your teeth nip at the back of my neck, your fingertips pinch my nipples hard. My stomach contracts from your touch, my nipples swelling up between your fingers. You slide your hands down my slide, your arm sliding underneath mine, your hands resting on my hips. Your hands hold my hips as you grind against me. I feel your cock growing hard against the small of my back. My own fingers pulling leisurely through my hole. My body burning with desire and pure lust for you. Your hands caress the curves of my hips before moving down and coming up the insides of my thighs, your fingertips brushing over the back of my hand. Your hands move back to my hips. You hold me firmly to you as you grind harder next to me. I feel your cock snaking along my ass. I sway my hips back against you, your cock becoming rock hard beneath me. You bring your fingers up to the back of my hand again. Your fingers resting on my hand as you feel me pumping them in and out of my aching pussy. Your fingers brush across my clit. I jump slightly as you touch my clit. You rub my clit with a relaxed pace. My fingers driving deeper into the softness of my pussy, my juices squishing all over as I drive further into my pussy. Your words steaming in my ear, "Cum for me, baby." The words sending waves of pleasure over my body. I feel myself clenching around my fingers and replaced with wetness as I gush over our fingers. You add more pressure to my clit when you feel my body trembling next to yours. Your teeth bite into my neck, your tongue slides up my neck and your lips taking my earlobe. The sucking making me cum more, my fingers disappearing into my pussy. I grip around them, holding my fingers tightly in my pussy. My breathing coming in short gasps, the steam from the shower making my body even hotter. You pull your fingers away from my clit when I stop moving my hand. You reach down and pull my fingers from my pussy. I watch as you bring my hand to your mouth, your tongue licking over my fingers. I lay back against you as I watch you cleaning my hand. You suck my fingers into your mouth. My pussy tingles more from the feel of your warm mouth on my fingers. I let out a slow, deep breath as I press to you. I open my eyes and step back under the water. A smile creeps across my face as I think about you. I lift my head and let the water run over my face. I lower my head and feel the water cascading down my neck and back. Wow, you get me so excited without even being here. I laugh softly thinking about you. I turn the water off and step from the shower. I grab a towel before I head back into the bedroom. I remove the barrette from my hair and let my hair fall down. I feel it sticking to my back, feeling the weight against my skin. I run my fingers through my hair and dry it with the towel. I slowly run the towel over my body, wiping away the beads of water. I walk over to the chest, spread the towel out and have a seat. I smooth lotion all over my body, thinking once again of your hands. I slide my panties back on before walking over and pulling one of your shirts from the closet. I slip it over my arms and button up a few of the buttons towards the bottom. I hear you unlocking the door to the apartment. I watch the door of the bedroom, waiting for you to appear in the doorway. A smile spreads across your face as you come over to me and squeeze me in your arms. You look down into my eyes, "You know, I love coming home to these kinds of surprises." I laugh from your words. "What?" You ask, slightly puzzled from my reaction. I shake my head, "Déjà vu. I was just thinking about you in the shower and you said those exact same words to me. Amazing." I take your face into my hands and brush my lips over yours. I slide my arms around your neck and hold you close. "I'm happy to see you." You hug me tighter before pulling away, "I'm going to shower, then you can show me just how happy you are to see me." I roll my eyes, shake my head and walk away from you. You grab my hand and pull me back to you. You brush my hair off my face and look into my eyes. You lean down, kissing my lips tenderly. I pull your mouth closer to mine as I feel your soft lips on mine. You break the kiss, smile into my eyes and kiss my forehead before you let me go. "I'm glad you're here, honey." I hear you say as I watch you disappear through the doorway. I curl up on the bed, eagerly awaiting your return. Anticipation I sat and waited for you today, my cup of coffee going cold and I read the same paragraph in my book about five times before I really saw the words. The hands of the clock seemed to have stopped and I checked my watch, oh so often. The minutes inched past as I gave up trying to read and watched the crowds instead, waiting to catch a glimpse of you, wondering if you would be early too, every face in the crowd scanned for yours. I thought I saw you at least five times, my heart beating faster, my stomach fluttering like it held a million butterflies, my chest tightening, only for it not to be you and the disappointment was agony. The time crept towards the appointed hour, the hour we had arranged for our meeting, the clandestine messages containing hints and innocuous words that had a deeper, private meaning to us both. The messages had been enough to get my blood pounding in my veins, knowing that it was a secret that only we shared, my imagination running riot over what might happen when we met. I visualised the scene a thousand times as the minutes passed like ice-ages and seconds seemed to last forever. I looked at the clock again, over the heads of the people passing by, busy in their own worlds, wondering if any could see the nervous anticipation in my face, reading my secret, but they walked past, ignoring me, busy with their own lives and talking into mobile phones, urgent voices hurling snatches of conversation my way. The hands of the clock read the appointed hour, the time arranged in those secret messages, when you said you would come to me. My chest tightened as I thought I saw you in the throng, my breath catching in my throat as my heart felt like it stopped. My heart beat again, and my breath escaped in a near sob as I realised the figure wasn't you. I looked at my watch again, wondering if the clock was wrong. No, it was right, and you weren't here. The disappointment was enough to make my eyes misty as time speeded up again, minutes passing, tears forming, as it started to crush me. I caught myself before I could dissolve, wiping away the moistness in my eyes with a tissue as I made excuses for you. You were caught in traffic; you hadn't been able to leave on time, your boss calling you back as you were about to leave; anything other than you not wanting to be right here, right now, as you had promised me. I tucked the tissue into my bag at my feet, and as I straightened, I saw a pair of feet standing next to me. My breath quickened again, and I straightened, my gaze sliding up from the feet to the face, your face. My heart beat faster, the noise and bustle around us seeming to disappear as you smiled at me. I smiled back at you, and in that instant everything was wonderful. We didn't speak, for the forbidden nature of our tryst was understood by us both and words would have broken the spell, brought reality crashing back in and forced us to deny ourselves what we so desired. The fluttering butterflies in my stomach stirred once more, the excitement of being near you, the illicitness of this meeting making my head swim. You reached out your hand, and I took it, the feel of your skin on mine like an electric jolt up my arm, your warm fingers curling round to twine in mine as you gently pulled me up out of my seat towards you. I didn't resist, my eyes locked with yours as I rose, feeling hypnotised by your gaze, knowing I would do anything you asked of me. I wanted to kiss you, but I didn't dare in case you weren't real, that this was just another dream, as I had dreamed so often of this moment. You reached for my other hand and took it in yours as we stood facing each other. Your eyes were expressive enough for me to know what you were thinking, and mutely, you pulled me towards you. Your lips met mine with the softest of touches, barely brushing over the skin and sending a delicious shiver down my spine, one of your hands releasing mine and moving to softly caress the back of my neck as your lips met mine again. I put my hand on your waist, feeling the heat of you through your clothes, my fingertips brushing over the material, caressing you through it. Your kiss became firmer then, pressing on my lips more, then breaking as you pulled away from me. I wondered what I had done wrong, till I realised that you were bending to pick up my bag from the floor, leading me away from the bustle of where we had met, the noise breaking through once more to assail our senses. We walked hand in hand through the crowds who didn't see, didn't notice, didn't care that we were there, together, where we shouldn't be, out into the sunshine that had broken through the clouds, seemingly for us. It had rained hard earlier, and the rain had slicked everything so that it shone in the sunlight as we walked hand in hand. I neither knew nor cared where we were going, it only mattered that I was with you. The city seemed beautiful to me now, Before you came it was a drab, depressing place where everything was grey and dull, but your touch, your kiss, your eyes looking deep into mine had changed all of that. Cars and busses passed us as we walked, splashing noisily through the puddles and forming a myriad of tiny rainbows in the sunlight, jewelled droplets falling back to the ground to be hurled again into colour by another passing vehicle. My excitement rose, the anticipation for what was to come making me feel like I was walking on air, as light as the breeze that played on our joined hands, the slight chill contrasting with the warmth of your skin on mine. How I ached for you in those moments, my whole body wanted to press against you right there, right then, but I followed where you led, your steps and mine hurried by long-since promised forbidden things. It seemed like miles to my beating heart, my fluttering butterflies, but the journey was short, just a few hundred yards you led me, to the steps of a hotel. My heart quickened and my excitement rose to new heights as you led me up the steps and into the plush foyer. You had already booked us in and you led me past the receptionist who glanced up at us and smiled. I wondered if she could see the mixture of excitement and guilt that I felt was written all over my face, but she went back to what she was doing without glancing up at us again as you led me trembling towards the lift. I stood close to you as we waited for the lift to come and looked up into your eyes as you smiled down on me. My legs nearly gave way then and I felt dizzy, only your hand keeping me steady as the lift doors opened. We stepped into it and you pressed for the floor we were headed to, and as the doors closed, you turned to me, took me in your arms and kissed me, a hot passionate kiss, your tongue searching for a way into my mouth and my lips parted. The doors opened all too soon and we broke apart. You took my hand again and led me out along the hall, opening a room door and allowing me to enter first, followed me in, closed the door and leant on it, looking at me. You stood there for what seemed like an eternity, your hands behind you on the doorknob as I looked at you. My excitement had got to a point where I couldn't speak, couldn't move, and you moved to me, wrapping me in your arms, crushing your lips and your body against mine. Your lips felt like fire and I wanted to melt into them, your kiss driving me wild, becoming more and more urgent and I responded with my own pent-up desire. Your hands, which had been pressing me to you started moving then, stroking up and down my back, raising another shiver as I felt them pressing on me through my clothes. I dragged my nails accross your back then, gently but firmly, feeling the material of your jacket bunching under them as they dragged downwards. I moved my hands so they were under your jacket, running them up to your shoulder blades and curling my fingers over your shoulders. I slid them back down again, feeling the slight perspiration already on your back as it dampened your shirt down your spine and the feel of it made my kisses more urgent. I helped you as you shrugged out of your jacket and let it fall to the floor, mine swiftly joining it and kicking our shoes off as we continued to kiss. I undid your shirt buttons one by one, slowly, until there were none left and I had to pull your shirt from your waistband for the last couple, but soon your chest was bared to me and I pressed myself to it. I broke the kiss and bent my head to your chest, inhaling the scent of you as I kissed your skin lightly. Some of the urgency had gone from us as we knew we were alone and had the rest of the day to explore each other, the first thrill of our forbidden love sated with that kiss. We had waited for so long for that moment, and I wanted it to last forever, while still wanting more. You wrapped me in your arms as we stood there, your chin rested lightly on my head and I savoured our closeness. Breaking the embrace, you pushed me away from you so gently as you moved to unbutton my blouse. I felt your fingers as they brushed against the swell of my breasts while you fumbled with the buttons, your fingers trembling as you undid them. I rubbed my hands up your arms to the short sleeves of your shirt, pushing them up to your shoulders, a light and soft touch just skimming your skin and feeling the hairs brush against my palm. It was a delicious sensation coupled with your fingers moving down, undoing my buttons and I arched my back a little, pushing my still-fluttering stomach to touch your fingers and I felt my nipples stiffen inside my lacy bra, the slight roughness brushing their tips as they hardened. You stooped then, lowering your face to kiss my lips, my chin, my neck and moving down to the prominence of my collarbone. You had finished with my buttons by then, the last one coming undone as you bent to kiss me, and you ran your fingers up my skin, agitating the butterflies more and making my skin flutter under your touch. Your hands came together between the swell of my breasts, then moved up to my shoulders, freeing them of my blouse and I lowered my arms and let it drop to join my jacket. Your hands stayed on my shoulders as you stooped lower, kissing the flesh left exposed by the removal of my blouse. I wanted to remove your shirt then, but I didn't want to move, to disturb you in what you were doing and I let you continue, your kisses moving to the edge of my bra, the lace brushing against your bottom lip. I leaned back slightly then, and a soft moan escaped me as I felt the tip of your tongue caress my skin, sliding along the edge of my bra, through the dip between and over to the other breast, alternating with gentle, sucking kisses. It felt delicious, your hot tongue on me and I revelled in the sensation of it moving over my flesh, the trail left by it chilled slightly as your breath, the contrast raising gooseflesh and I moved one hand to stroke your hair as you tasted me. My gentle hand on your head, brushing down to your neck and inside your collar seemed to remind you of your shirt, and you shrugged out of it, your hands leaving my shoulders to free themselves from the material then coming back to slide around my waist, your tongue and lips never leaving my breasts. The feel of my back, heated by my passion seemed to rouse you from your licking and kissing then and you trailed your embraces back up my neck to fasten them once more on my lips, pulling me to you, my flesh against your flesh, my nipples straining against their fetters to press against you. We stayed like that for a long moment, your hands rubbing my back, sliding down to the swell of my hips over the material of my trousers, and back up again, my hands, one on your back, one on your neck, exploring every inch of your naked flesh that I could. Our lips were hungry and we devoured each other with unimaginable passion, born of restraint, now unleashed to our own desires. Your hand moved down again, but this time didn't stop at my hip as you covered the curve of my buttock with your hand, your fingers curling slightly to grasp it gently, and your arousal deepened then. I followed your lead and slid my hand down your back to glide over your trousers, down to the firmness of your bunched muscle. Pulled close to each other like that, I could feel the taughtness of your skin against mine, the ridge of your zip pressed into me by your arousal and I drew myself as close as I could, moving my hips slightly to feel your hardness move against me, quickening my breathing. Your hand tightened, clenching, material bunching in your fingers and pulling deliciously taught between my legs. My nails dug into your trousers as my fingers clutched at you, the material seeming to roughen as my senses heightened. I wanted so much at that moment to have your bare skin under my hand and I pulled away from you slightly, my hand releasing the material of your trousers and sliding up to trail across your stomach, sliding between our bodies. My fingers slid under your waistband behind the button, the tips of them brushing against the hardness they encountered, the thumb moving to undo the top button, sliding lower, your soft cotton shorts being pressed into the backs of my fingers by your desire as I eased the zip downwards. I peeled the material of your trousers away from you. My hand ran round your waist and eased them over your hips. You pulled away from me then, gently though, to help with the removal of the last of your outer garments, sliding your feet out of your socks as you bent to ease your legs from your trousers. You stood before me then, neither of us touching the other, dressed only in your shorts with your hardness pressing towards me, straining for release against them. You bent your head to my breasts again then, your hands returning to my waist and you kissed the swell of my flesh as my hands slid over your shoulder blades and my fingers traced the line of your spine. Your thumbs curved in to my stomach as you eased your hands round to join them, your palms flat on my skin, dragging the delicious heat of your hands over me. Your kisses moved once more to the cleft between my breasts, then slowly, oh so slowly, moved down, light and soft, hot and moist, trailing down to my navel, your tongue pausing to probe into it and sending the butterflies inside me into a panic of movement. You slid your fingers inside my waistband, as I had done to you, and released the button on my trousers with one hand, using the other to trail a finger down the still-closed zip, stopping short of the place I wanted you to touch, moving back up, then down again, this time taking the zip with them. You eased me out of my trousers and knelt in our discarded clothes to lick and kiss the skin revealed below my navel, the lace on my underwear matching that of my bra, and you paid it the same attention, trailing kisses across my belly as I ran my fingers through your hair, your hands on the backs of my thighs. I wanted you to kiss lower, to trail your moist tongue to join the wetness that slicked my underwear, but you didn't. Instead you trailed your kisses back up my body, your arms encircling my waist once more as you stood, the hair on your thighs deliciously tickling my legs as you stood to kiss me on the lips once more, a hungry kiss this time rather than the light attentions you had paid to my body. You moved suddenly, one hand releasing me as you bent to scoop my legs up, and you carried me over to the waiting bed, my arms still circled round your neck, our kiss only breaking as you swept me off my feet, tongues and lips twining hungrily again when I was in your arms. I realised suddenly as you laid me tenderly on the covers that we had hardly moved from the spot where we first kissed until that moment. You stood there looking at me, your eyes seeming to devour me as I lay there, my hands behind my head, my hair fanning out over the pillows where I had pulled it up with my arms. I smiled at you and you took it as the unspoken invitation that it was, to bend and kiss me. The heat of your kiss, your soft lips pressed deliciously against mine, aroused me more and I reached for your near-naked body, pulling you towards me. I slid myself over the bed, moving to give you room to lie beside me, the material cool under my hot skin and you eased yourself onto the space I had vacated, the heat from my body trapped in the material caressing your skin. I turned my body towards you as you lay on your side, dragging my foot lightly up your leg to the back of your knee, my thigh brushing against yours as my leg wrapped round yours, my hand coming down from the pillow to caress your shoulder again as you took my other hand in yours, trapping my fingers between yours, holding me there gently. Your other hand settled on my waist, fingers caressing into my soft flesh as you pulled me to you, your hardness still trapped in it's cotton prison brushing against the lace of my underwear before being pressed against my belly, We lay like that, pressed together, our kisses telling of our desire and spurring our hands into movement. You slid your hand down over my hips, exploring the combination of lace and skin with your fingers, and pushed me away from you gently. Our bodies parted and I lay there, legs slightly apart, inviting you and you took the invitation, running your fingers over the lace of my underwear, sliding them towards the centre, running them down the silky material to feel my wetness. Oh yes, I was wet for you, wanting you, needing you, your kisses, your soft caresses making me want you. I kissed you deeper then, hard kisses, my desire pouring from me into you, infecting you, making you want me more than you had before. I let you run your hands over me, exploring my skin, easing themselves under the fabric of my underwear, touching those forbidden places. I wanted to tell you to stop, but I didn't. I wanted you to go on exploring, your hot hands on my flesh, your breathing ragged against my skin. I lost track of time as your hands explored, your mind filling in what your fingers touched. Your touch excited me, made me want you, made you want me, our desire rising with every moment. You looked me in the eye as our kiss broke and we looked at each other, knowing the illicit pleasure we shared, knowing how wrong it was, wanting it all the same, wanting it all the more. I rolled you onto your back and eased your shorts over your hips then, sliding them over your skin as you lay there, raising your hips to allow me to bare you naked to my gaze. Your hard prick lay rigid on your belly, pointing at your navel, and I straddled you, still in my underwear, sliding myself to sit on your thighs, the base of your prick an inch from my wet underwear. Your lust overtook you then and you sat up, wrapping your arms around me again, pulling me hungrily into another hot, hard kiss, as your hands undid my bra and I shrugged out of it, tugging it from between us to throw it on the floor, your lust infecting me. I wanted to take things slower, but I couldn't. I gave in to the lust and you felt the hungry change in me as I slid myself up to press my clit against your prick through my slick underwear, slicked by my lust for you, and I rubbed against you, a soft moan escaping me as the sensation of you against me tingled up my spine and electrified our kiss. Knowing that I shouldn't made it hotter, made me wetter, made you push against me as I ground against you sending me dizzy as your hands moved down my back and slid under the waistband of my thong. You started to ease it down, feeling my buttocks clench as I pressed against you more, the feel of your hands making me want you, need you, lust for the feel of you inside me, and I moved swiftly off you to help you free me from my wet underwear, the material peeling off my slit as the moisture made it cling to me. You discarded the flimsy garment, dropping it over the edge of the bed to the floor, then pulled me to sit astride you once more, our lust casting aside the thoughts I had of wrapping my mouth round your prick as my need for you inside me consumed me. Anticipation I know you are near as surely as I know that the sun has set. I can smell the candles you have set to burning to provide light, their flames licking at the darkness causing shadows to jump and leap around the room. I can hear your breathing now and the sound of your feet on the floor. Your footsteps are getting closer; the closer they get the quicker my heart leaps in anticipation. Lying on the bed, I cannot move; you have secured my wrists and ankles leaving me vulnerable to your whim. I cannot see you for you have also blindfolded me. I lay on the bed, my body trembling, waiting for your first touch. I have been waiting like this, helplessly tied and sightless, for 30 minutes or more. I hear your footsteps stop about 2 feet away from me. I turn my head in reflex but groan from my blindness. I pull on my restraints in an attempt to gain even an inch of slack in the ropes. You watch as I test my restraints, knowing it is hopeless. My breathing is quick and shallow, my heart racing. My breathing has caused my lips to dry and I run my tongue across them to moisten them. Knowing you are standing within a couple of feet I begin to whimper in my desire, begging you to touch me, kiss me and fuck me. I do not hear you as you move closer to the bed. When your fingers touch the skin between my breasts I arch my back trying to get closer to your fingertips. I feel your fingers as you trail them down from my chest to my stomach, gently and slowly. I arch my back as far as my restraints allow. You remove your fingers and I whimper in frustration as I writhe on the bed. I lay waiting, eager and impatient, for your fingertips to caress my skin again. It seems an hour before I feel your touch again. This time your finger is on my lips. Instinctively I open them and reach my tongue out to touch it. You pull it back and, as my lips begin to close, you place your finger on them again. You do this several times, touching and tracing my lips, watching my tongue dart out and chase your finger. Finally you leave your finger long enough for me catch it. I suck your finger into my mouth, my tongue dancing around it, groaning in pleasure. I continue to suck your finger into my soft mouth and nibble on it as if it were your cock. As I suck greedily on your finger I feel the fingers of your other hand on my thigh. I groan again, lifting my hips as far as I can against my restraints. You see my nipples harden, hear my tell-tale breathing and know that you are driving me close to my first orgasm of the night. Your fingers on my thigh move slowly towards my cunt and I suck your finger harder as it grazes my neatly trimmed bush. Sensing how close my orgasm is you slowly slip your finger from my mouth then trail your fingers back down my thigh, denying me any chance of orgasm from so little foreplay. I cry out your name in my frustration and beg you not to stop but it does no good. After a few minutes of 'cool-down' time you are moving again, this time towards the foot of the bed. I feel your weight on the bed near my feet and all I can do is wait. I lay there, my skin glistening from a sheen of sweat, my chest rising and falling as I breathe. I feel you moving up the bed but you are careful not to touch me. The wait is driving me crazy. Finally, I feel your fingers again, lightly tracing the dark tan line on my upper thigh. I move my hips up in an attempt to get your fingers closer to where I want them. You slowly work across my body, moving just close enough to my pussy to make me think maybe, just maybe... Now you move between my legs and place your hands on either side of me. Despite my restraints my legs strain to wrap around your hips. In frustration I groan and arch my back - your body hovering just above mine. As you lower your hips slowly I feel your tongue on my lips. I cry out in passion and lift my head to catch your tongue. Your lips press against mine and I feel your tongue dancing in my mouth. Just as I begin to dart my tongue into your mouth you drive your hips down, impaling me with your cock. I cry out in ecstasy but, with your mouth still covering mine, my cry is muffled. I thrust upward as far as I can pulling so hard on my restraints that you fear I will pull them loose. When I don't you proceed to drive into me over and over. With your every thrust down I call out my lust and desire. As we find a rhythm you ride me towards pure ecstasy. Just before my body is sent into complete and total ecstasy you stop thrusting and pin my body down with yours. As I realize what you are doing I thrash my head from side to side and beg you not to stop. I tell you I'll do anything if you'll just let me cum. You rise from my body and I whimper in protest. As my mind reels I do not notice as you move up on the bed. I continue to whimper and beg until I feel the head of your dick against my lips. I open my mouth and take the entire length of your shaft into my mouth and down my throat in one movement. I suck and lick it until every trace of my juices are gone. You pull your cock from my mouth and move back on top of me to slide it back into my hot, wet pussy. You slide it in deliberately slow knowing how crazy this makes me. Within a few strokes I am bucking wildly and crying out. You begin to thrust into me and, instantly, my release comes. My body is wracked with spasms as you continue to thrust your shaft into me. As my orgasm slowly dies down you refuse to let it end. You thrust your mouth against mine, plunging your tongue into my mouth and ride me into another explosive orgasm. I feel you tense as you thrust one more time and then feel your cum as you fill me with your seed. My mind is still swimming as you gently release my wrists and ankles. You lay down next to me and, with the last of my strength, I curl next to you and fall into a blissful sleep. On my face remains the smile you gave me. Anticipation She was in her early 40's with blonde curly hair and a full, rubenesque body. She had never physically met him. What had started as a friendship had turned into something quite different. He had seen her on her webcam many times. He had played with her mind in order to watch her reactions, her facial expressions and her breathing. They had decided to meet halfway between their respective homes. When she entered the room there had been a plain brown box lying on the bed with instructions attached. She changed into the white corset from inside which showed off her creamy skin and full, rounded breasts. The top edge of the corset just barely managed to conceal her dark pink erect nipples. She wore the white, sheer, thigh high stockings which he had included with the outfit and the white strappy heels that completed the ensemble. She was also wearing the white satin blindfold which she had found tucked into the box. She had been instructed to leave the door ajar and to sit on the edge of the bed and wait. She waited, feeling edgy, knowing that the door was ajar and that anyone could walk in if they wanted to. Her hands were clasped in her lap, and every now and then she would reach for the blindfold and then stop, knowing that she must leave it because that is what he had wanted. Every slight little sound caused her to jump, caused goose bumps to break out on her skin. Just as she thought possibly he was not going to be there, that this had all been part of his control, she heard the door creak. With a sharp intake of breath she turned her head slightly towards the sound. "Are you there?" she whispered. "Shhhhhh," was the reply. Biting her lip, she fidgeted on the edge of the bed. She could hear slight movements in the room, but it seemed the beating of her own heart practically covered any other sound. The delicate pink tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips. She jumped as she felt his finger meet her shoulder and trail its way down her arm barely touching her. As his hand reached hers he took it in his and lifted it to his lips, kissing the palm, pausing to gently bite the pad at the base of her thumb. A small moan escaped her lips. Suddenly he dropped her hand and moved away from her. She felt a breeze and realized that the entire exchange since he had entered the room had occurred with the door to the room open for anyone to see. She could hear the rustle of clothing as he moved through the room. She heard a click and the rattle as the lock was turned, then silence. She heard no movement at all now. She knew he was watching her, watching her reactions. It seemed as if an hour passed as she waited. Suddenly, she felt his hot breath at her ear. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. She whimpered as his lips trailed down her neck, across her collarbone. She felt his warm hand on her inner thigh. She unconsciously spread her thighs as his hand slid upward. As his hand reached her warmth she felt his fingers softly tease at her, feeling her heat and dipping into her wetness. His thumb circled teasingly around her sensitive clit as one finger entered her with agonizing slowness. "Please," she moaned. "Don't make a sound," he softly growled. Abruptly his hand left her. She felt his finger at her mouth as he spread her own moisture across her lips. Her mouth opened to suck in his finger, tasting herself on him. His mouth came to hers, replacing his finger for a deep, searching, and urgent kiss. As he kissed her he reached down to her breasts and lifted them free of the confines of the corset. He teased each nipple in turn as he rolled and gently pinched them between his thumb and forefinger. His mouth left hers and she felt his lips connect with one of her rock hard buds. Shivers shot through her as he sucked and pulled at each one. His hand slid down to stroke the dripping outer lips of her pussy. She tried to put her arms around him but he removed them and placed them next to her hips on the bed. "Don't touch yet," he whispered. Suddenly she felt his hand in her hair and something hard brush across her lips. Her tongue flicked out to catch the moisture at the tip of his shaft as he slid the head across her lips. Roughly he pulled her head back forcing her to open her mouth. His other hand came under her chin, thumb caressing her as he slowly slid into her mouth. She tried to back away, but he wouldn't let her. His hand was tight in her hair, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth. Just when she thought she could take no more, he withdrew, his breathing ragged. He took her wrists in his hands and pulled her to her feet. "Turn around," he demanded. She did as he said without another thought. His legs came up behind her and he forced her forward onto the bed. As he urged her further onto the bed one of his knees came between her legs, spreading them apart. As she lay face down, he reached up and removed her blindfold. He grasped her wrists and stretched them up over her head on the pillows as he wrapped the satin around her wrists. Urging her up onto her knees with her legs spread, he knelt and bent over her as he brought his left hand around to the front of her neck. Using his thumb to stroke along her cheek, he growled into her ear, "Look." She turned her head to the side and saw them both in the mirror that was alongside the bed. His mahogany skin was a stark contrast to her creamy white. The contrast was made even more striking by the white satin of the corset and the sheer white stockings and heels. A split second after she looked in the mirror he entered her. He slid into her so suddenly that she couldn't stop the groan that escaped her. Her hips thrust back as he buried himself inside of her. His hand still at her throat, his lips came to her shoulder and she felt the bite of his teeth. She watched mesmerized in the mirror as he began to slowly stroke into and out of her. He straightened and moved his left hand to her head and grasped a handful of hair. He tugged his hand to one side so she would have to turn her head and watch as he enjoyed her. As he slid out of her he stopped, the head just inside of her. She could feel herself twitch, her pussy trying to grasp at him, keep him inside of her. As she tried to move her hips back on him, his hand came down in a sharp crack against her behind. "Don't move," he growled, as his strong hand grasped her and made her be still. He reached around her as she trembled and grasped a full breast in his hand, pinching the nipple in his fingers. Just when she thought she could no longer take it, he plunged inside of her. As he rode her, he slid his hand down over her stomach. He teased her swollen lower lips with his fingers just before he began sliding them over her clit. As he stroked into her with more urgency, he pinched and twirled her sensitive clit between his fingers. Now he allowed her to thrust her hips back onto him. As he felt her body start to tremble he slid his hand to the front of her throat while he used his other hand to steady her as he stroked her clit and thrust into her. Her head dropped exposing her neck. As he leaned forward and bit into her neck her entire body exploded and she screamed his name as she came. Her world consisted of nothing more than his body on and inside of hers, pleasure consuming her. Cognizant He thrust deeply inside as he felt her muscles start to spasm around him. His arm wrapped underneath of her steadying her as he pounded into her. His sweat dripped down onto her neck and shoulder. He plunged into her, groaning, his thrusts pinning her to the bed as he spent himself inside of her. Their breathing steadied as their movements slowed. They became more aware of the world around them. He smoothed his hand over her shoulders and ran his fingers through her hair, then rolled over to his side and pulled her back up against him. As his arms came around her, she snuggled back into him. They both drifted off to sleep thinking of the next time they would meet. Anticipation I wrote this for a lover I never met. We lived in separate countries and exchanged a heated correspondence for several months. It was my first 'experience' with someone who was of a dominant nature, sexually. It was terrifying and a turn-on, all at once. He ordered me to write about what I fantasized our first meeting would be like…and this was the result. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. I hope you enjoy it. ===== You've ordered me to tell you, and so I will. But do you really want to know what I fantasize about? How I imagine it might be between us, knowing the reality would be nothing like my imaginings? How I work myself into such a fever of longing it takes just a touch to send myself over the edge? The thought of you bringing yourself off as you read this is incredibly arousing. Please be naked for me when you read this, love. I need you naked. What I mean to say is….forgive me for asking, my lord. I'd consider it a boon. If it pleases you. ===== There are so many things I've imagined us doing together. Some of a quieter nature than others. In writing it down, I've realized that for me anticipation is more than half the pleasure. And how very much I want simply to use all of my senses to experience you. If I could have you acquiesce to my wishes, however briefly - if you would grant me the freedom of your body, with the knowledge you might change your mind at any time - I would ask that you let me undress you. Slowly. That you let me give you what pleasure I can, with my hands and mouth. And my body, if you wish it. You remain the dominant one; you have merely given me permission to pleasure you in this way. I understand that I may not raise my eyes to yours. Even though I am not dressed for submission, not today, not for this first encounter, yet still I am subject to your will. And so nervous with it. My hands are shaking. Part of me wants nothing more than just to lie with you and look at you – to absorb you – but the other, more wanton part of me wants to be yours entirely – to demonstrate my willingness to take this to a level I have been longing for. I stand facing you, head bowed, waiting for your permission to begin. It's the strangest feeling, knowing you so well on some levels – knowing how your mind works, what makes you laugh, what some of your experiences have been - but not having fully absorbed the reality of you yet - not at all. I'm suddenly aware of my breathing. It's very quick. Your hand circles my throat. I wonder if you can feel the pulse beating there. I can almost hear it, it's so frantic. Your thumb traces the side of my jaw, moves down my throat, traces the line of my collarbone. My eyes close. You're very gentle. Your hand drops lower, squeezing a breast casually. Your fingers tighten, twisting slightly. "Well, slut? Here I am." Your voice is low and steady. "May I touch you, my lord?" I'm torn between letting myself get completely lost in this game of pretend and trying to anchor myself to reality. Why is it so very hard to breathe all of a sudden? "You may," Pause. "But first –" My eyes flick upwards involuntarily, meeting yours for a fleeting second before dropping again. "You will be punished for that later, sweetling." There is the merest hint of pleasure in your voice as you make this statement. You release my breast. "You may undress me. But first you will undress yourself. And take your time." My mouth goes dry. I'm suddenly not sure if I can do this. The thought of standing naked in front of a fully clothed virtual stranger is almost paralysing. But it's you; you're hardly a stranger. In some ways – in this way, especially – you know me better than I know myself. And the thought of what might follow…. I take off my shirt. I struggle to go slowly, but it's only a thin tank top, fitted to my body like a second skin – it revealed as much as it hid. I've worn white for you underneath, though. Nothing too fancy, just a little lace and satin. Demure, but too sexy to be schoolgirl. Pants next. They're loose, drawstring yoga pants that slide down my legs to puddle at my feet. White under here as well. My feet are bare. My skin is very brown; it's been a long, hot summer. I step out of my pants and kick them aside. Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra, slide the straps down my shoulders, toss it aside. My nipples are hard. There is an aching there that travels all the way from their tips, through the butterflies in my stomach, straight to my clit. I can feel that last garment is damp between my legs. I can also feel your eyes on me as I hook my thumbs in the waistband and slide my panties down my legs to the floor, stepping out of them and straightening before you. My hands hang at my sides, legs slightly apart, head bowed. I wait. Not being able to meet your eyes is becoming almost a physical pain. I need to know how you're reacting to me. I'm not sure what to do next. I see your hand reaching for me. You take my wrist and tug me towards you. Closer. My breasts are just touching the cotton of your shirt. I breathe in and they press against you slightly. My stomach brushes the front of your jeans. You lean into me, mouth at my ear, fingers tracing a path lightly down the nape of my neck, my spine – and then lower – one hand gripping my ass, roughly lifting my hips into sudden contact with your own. You're hard for me. I arch myself into you; I could come, just from this. Your mouth is hot on my ear, your breathing is harsh, your fingers on my flesh digging in hard enough to bruise, the other hand on a breast, forcing it high, bending lower to take it into your mouth, scraping me with your teeth, sucking so hard I gasp and fist one of my own hands in your hair. The other is gripping your shoulder for support. My hips have a mind of their own, bucking against you. I'm going to come, there's no controlling it – You release me. I stagger, regain my balance, try and control my ragged breathing. You reach for me again, between my legs, one finger slipping easily into my pussy, then a second, fucking me briefly with your hand, careful to avoid my clit. "You like that, don't you, sweetling? Do you want to come?" You thrust harder, faster, and my head falls back. I hear myself make a noise that starts as a moan and turns into a whimper. "Please –" You stop. Withdraw your hand. Raise your fingers to your lips. My mouth goes dry. "You will not come until you have my permission. Do you understand me?" I nod. "Do you understand me?" Your voice is stern, but low and steady as ever, damn you. "Yes, my lord. I understand." My voice is low, too, and only slightly shaky. "You may undress me now." "Thank you, my lord." I step closer to you. Lean into you, face at your neck, breathing you in. I move around behind you, pressing my naked body against your clothed one, resting my cheek against your back, reaching around to unfasten the buttons of your shirt. It's easier this way. Easier to deal with not being able to look into your eyes. Button by button, I open your shirt, tugging it out of the waistband of your jeans. When it's completely undone, it slides off your shoulders and falls to the floor. Your back is mine, now. I run my hands over your skin. It's warm and smooth and I feel your muscles jump under my hands. I reach around you again, trail my hands up, over your belly, to your chest, your nipples, so different from my own. I scrape my fingernails across your chest, running my tongue up your spine, from your lower back, up as far as I can reach, between your shoulderblades. I let my hands roam lower, below your waist, tracing your prick through the confines of your jeans. You are very hard. I trace the long ridge of flesh and it pulses beneath my fingertips; I squeeze you suddenly, roughly, so that your hips jerk against my hand. I slip my hand down inside the front of your pants, against the flesh of your belly, feeling the prickle of hair against my wrist before the smoothness of your prick fills my palm. I slide my hand over you, reaching lower. Your hips jerk against me again. You are pulsing in my hand. With my free hand, I pinch your left nipple hard. I hear you take a breath and your hand suddenly grips my wrist again, fierce and quick, jerking me around in front of you. "On your knees, slut." I drop to my knees. "Undress me." Brusquely. My hands fumble with the button at the waistband of your jeans. "You may not use your hands." I freeze. Feel my face flush. My hands drop to my sides. I try to reach the button, but I can't quite do it from my knees, so I stand up and bend over, gripping the fabric with my teeth. The button gives way, and I use my teeth to draw the zipper down and to ease the denim down your legs to the floor. Again, I use my teeth to ease the elastic of your underwear over the head of your prick. A furtive flick of my tongue across the tip finds you salty and so hot. Your flesh leaps as my mouth passes lightly over you. When I've finally managed to ease the garment from your body and you've stepped away from the pile of clothing at your feet, I kneel once more. "Yes, sweetling?" "If it pleases my lord, may I use my hands now?" "Until I tell you to stop, you may." I start low. Bent over at your feet, I stroke the back of your left leg below the knee, lightly, tracing a path up towards your thigh. I rub my cheek against you, cat-like; as I move higher I rub my breasts against your thigh, the hair on your legs rough against my skin. And now I am level with your prick. Eyes closed, I feel my way with my mouth, breath warm on you, hands on the backs of your thighs, exploring your ass, sliding between, searching for that smooth and sensitive place behind your balls. Your cock brushes against my cheek, leaves a damp trail. You smell good; musky and male. Your body is giving off heat – it's like kneeling before a small fire. Leaning back a bit, I close my mouth over you, suck you in deeply, feel you in the back of my throat, swirl my tongue around the length of you. Pulling back, sucking hard, then moving forward again, taking you deep, I feel your hips start to move with me. Your hands are in my hair, fingertips against my scalp, tightening as I increase the pace, as I let you fuck my mouth. There is no gentleness in what you do to me now. My right hand cradles your balls, feeling the globes moving inside the loose skin. My left is still between your legs, between your buttocks, searching out your anus, pressing hard against the ring of flesh. I feel your thighs clench, your hands tighten on my hair, you groan – are you going to come? – but suddenly you jerk my head away from you. I look up, startled, lips wet. Our eyes meet and hold. And then you're on your knees, too, and it's not a game anymore, it's your mouth on mine, your tongue in my mouth, your arms around me, pressing our bodies closer together, easing us both to the floor. Is there anything as good as that first feeling of two bodies naked together, full-length, limbs entwined, smooth against rough, one wet and yielding, one hard and ready? I could kiss you for days. You raise yourself away from me slightly, stroking my breasts, pulling the hard nipples first with your fingers and then with your mouth. I have lost all capacity for thought – all I can do is feel – I reach for your cock, stroking hard, as your hand finds my pussy and you circle around my clit with your thumb, fingers inside me. I'm gasping, crying out, face buried in your neck, sinking my teeth into your shoulder. My grip on your cock tightens, involuntarily, and your hips thrust against me. I need you inside me so badly. I arch my hips against you, begging with my body. You kiss me again, hard and fierce, using your teeth and your tongue. "Tell me what you want," you say, against my throat. "Please, my lord –" I know what you want me to say. I can't say it. I've never said it. "Tell me what you want," You're between my thighs, I can feel the head of your prick against me, you slide it over my wet, slick cunt, across my clit. I grip your hips with both hands, pulling you towards me, trying to force you inside me, and you stop kissing me long enough to smile into my eyes. "Tell me, Jessie." The way you say my name undoes me completely. Then one hand reaches up and pinches my breast, pulls a nipple so hard I bite my lip. You know me so well. "I want you to fuck me." And you do. Anticipation This is an exercise in the PURE sensations of self-gratification. It may seem cold at times...But I wanted to express the nuances of the reactions of one's body during self-exploration...I hope that you enjoy, Turtledove. * * * * * I lie here, shaking in anticipation, next to my sleeping mate. His snores tell me that his slumber is deep, my pleasure safe. Large craving breasts surround my tender nipples, hard with desire. My hands softly caress each peak, enticing them to harden all the more. Sweet delicious sensations travel to my excited core, causing my thighs to clamp together to enhance each wave to miniature crescendos. Soft moans escape from my slightly parted lips, no louder, in fear of waking my sleeping mate. This is my time...alone. Traveling down my body, searching hands caress my abdomen, over the swell of my hips, to finally tease my closed thighs. My tension climbs. Oh, the sweet excitement of the anticipation! A wide trail of goose bumps rise in the wake, a tell-tale sign of impending pleasure. A box fan at the end of my bed sends a cool breeze over my heated body. The stirring air increases the amount of goose bumps, sending a slight shiver through out my excited limbs. Thighs spread slightly in awaiting pleasure as gentle fingers slip through moisture-laden folds... in and over, in quest of the swollen bud I so cherish. Sharp intake of breath,now, as my fingertips lightly graze the hardened center. Anticipation quivers in my limbs as sweet sensations thrill heated orifices. My breathing quickens as the heart races. A fantasy fills my mind, raising my desire to a fevered pitch. More soft moans and sighs fill the room; I must be careful, must not disturb him. I wait, holding my breath, releasing it when his snoring continues. A deep curling, almost cramping feeling fills my pelvic area, causing increased moisture in the shaded pink crevice; sending a sudden flood liquid heat over my fingers. My throbbing bud, begging for attention, hardens at the slightest caress. Swelling under my tender, yet hurried caresses. The body writhes and responds as the sexual tension increases. Building pressure forces increased rhythm. Faster my fingers move; the friction causes a sudden twitch of my body. I moan. Replacing the fingers with a soft phallus, the contact makes the nub jump. Moving the gelled surface across the tiny erection, flooding the body with new thrills. My head turns to the right in sweet agony. My back arches and breasts swell; desire is racing to a higher level with increasing speed. Soft cries now fill the room as pleasure and sexual pressure doubles; hips grind against the vibrating rod, in perfect sync to the object's pulsing to and fro movement. In my mind,it's you licking and sucking my nub. Deep soulful moans are muffled by biting on my bottom lip. Frenzied movement. Breathing hard, my body craving completion. Sliding the shaking rod inside the core, fingers return to the twitching nub. Machine and fingers send fire throughout my body. Working hard to find release from this wonderful torture. My artificial cock slides inside deep; I feel you now! My legs tense as my hips move against the pulsing rod. Nipples ache to be suckled, wanting the cruel teasing of my fantasy lover's lips. A fine sweet sweat forms over my body. Spasms shake the thighs, stomach and behind. Building, building, in, out, two motors purring on high. The bud is at its hardest apex. A fleeting smile crosses my face as I feel the sudden swelling of my abused nub. My reward is at hand. Every muscle in suspended animation, waiting. Plateau. My body freezes, breath held awaiting that next heartbeat to rapture's sweet release. Then, deep gasping breaths and body-wracking convulsions flood the pelvis. Legs clamped tight, enjoying the sensation of every nerve ending, thrilling at the explosion of pleasure. Moaning, wave upon wave of fantastic release. Creamed honey seeps over heated, throbbing flesh. Cries of pleasure turn to low moans as the body slowly returns to normal. Muscles slowly relax, the little nub still throbbing. A wonderful euphoric high swirls around me. I wait for my breathing to slow a bit, keeping my excitement on edge by gentle teasing the still shaking nub. Then; with practiced quick movements, I twitch my nibble finger against the sweet bud and receive my second orgasm. Harsh, severe spasms flood my body even harder then the one before, biting my bottom lip to hold back the scream of pleasure sitting in my throat. My sated body now begins to relax. Heart rate begins to slow, as my breathing becomes less shallow. My mate snores on, as my body quiets, and slumber envelopes me. Anticipation He was yelling at the top of his lungs about nothing at all. I wasn't listening; I was just waiting for him to leave. Knowing you were watching and waiting yourself. I'm still not sure what was all said that day, but I remember my last words as he walked out the door was something towards him about you are no good in bed anyways, you are very replaceable. He must not have found it as amusing as me; he got in his truck and did not come back for hours, lucky for us. As soon as his truck rounded the corner, I heard your engine rev and pull up in my drive. I watched you from the window as you were looking in every direction for him to come back. When he didn't, I watched you calmly walk up to the door. I watched you ring my doorbell and stand there in anticipation of me coming to the door or him to come back in his truck. When he didn't come back and I answered the door you came at me like mounting bull, pushing me against the wall kissing me hard and passionately. I pushed you back to the center of the room onto his chair. I sat on you unbuttoning your shirt while still kissing you. Your hands all over my body touching every inch, you slide my shirt over my head and my breasts come at you with no bra to hide them with. You love it and grab at them and your tongue circles and sucks on my hard erect nipples. You feel so good. I can feel your hard cock under me growing with every kiss. It wants out. I get off of you and pull your pants off. You pull my little cotton pants off me and slide my panties down to my ankles, showing you a clean trimmed pussy. You sit there staring at my naked body up and down, not sure where to begin you get up and kiss me more. I pull down your briefs and slide my hand up and down your shaft as you kiss me. You pick me up and I put my legs around you and you carry me off still kissing me. I said take me up stairs. You take me up the stairs and lay me on the bed and ask me if I'm sure I want to go through with this. I pull you onto the bed and kiss you harder and longer. You kiss down my neck onto my shoulder blade then down to my breasts; kissing down my stomach to my navel. Circling it with your tongue, the anticipation is killing me I push your head to my pussy. You take your tongue deep down my wet pussy and come back out and just look at me and smile. You spread my legs out wide over your shoulders and take my hard clit into your mouth sucking and twirling it with your tongue in such pleasure I scream your name loud. The windows are open and you stop to tell me to be quiet, but I can't... you feel so good. You go back at my wet and hot pussy with full force. Your fingers twirling at my hard clit and your tongue deep in my hole, I clinch at my sheets and scream your name again and again as I let my first orgasm go, not letting this stop you, you keep at me licking my juices as you go. My back arched in the air you pull me higher up to you where you slide your tongue back to my ass hold and pry my rim with your fingers, and I moan again in pleasure. I grab at you, pulling you down to me. You lay me back down on the bed and slide up next to me kissing every inch of me on your way up. I kiss you deep again, tasting my self on your lips I grab at you more. I push you down on the bed and get on top of you guiding your hard cock into my wet hole. It feels amazingly good as you open me up wide going in; I moan your name loud again in pleasure. I rock back and forth; moving in motion with you. You lean up into me grabbing at my nipples with your mouth, caressing them with your soft touching hands. With every lick on my nipple, I swirl my pussy on your cock, harder and faster. My hair all sweaty against my face, clinging to me, you slow me down sliding me over to my side. I climb off of you and your cock is dripping with wet ness of sweat and me. I get between your legs taking your hard cock deep in my mouth. Sliding the shaft in and out your tight skin gets harder as massages at your balls. You moan my name and push my head harder down on your cock. With one long burst you explode in my mouth. I keep taking your hard cock in and out of me. You stay very hard and erect as I swallow all of your cum. I turn over and get on all 4s with my hands on the head board you begin to eat at my pussy from behind. After getting me wet again, you slam into me hard and I scream in pain and pleasure again. You cover my mouth with your free hand using the other to help with your motioning in and out harder and faster every time. Your hand slowly comes from my face and slides back my head to my hair. You grab it with all your might using my head as your motion now; you move the other hand around the front of me and circle my hard clit faster and faster. Gliding your dick through my wetness with your hand, your wet fingers you come back to my ass to tease more and more; as you slowly open it farther around the rim. You kiss back down my back and kiss to my hole. Eating me from behind again tasting my juices you lick my hole getting it as wet as you can, widening it with your fingers, I motion you in. You slowly bring your hard dick up to my rim, sliding it in circles teasing at my ass. You bring your hand back around to my face, and cover my mouth again. With one short, hard motion you slide your cock deep in my ass. I scream in pain and pleasure again. You break the tightness with your first motion. The pleasure you give me makes me moan with every glide. Slowly you start out in and out of me, your hands come around me cupping at my breasts. Squeezing them in pleasure with your motions, you moan my name over and over again telling me how good I feel all over your cock. Your balls slapping at my ass, I scream in pleasure again and again. Your hands slide down to me again and circle my hard clit. I shake all over while you slide your fingers up in me as I orgasm all over you. You bring your hand back up to my face and I lick your fingers. You slowly take yourself out of me and I scream again in pleasure and pain. You lay me on the bed, dripping sweat over me. You bring my legs up over your shoulders and slide your hard cock into my pussy. Gliding it in and out with your fingers, my fingers come down to meet yours. I circle myself and you slow down, watching me pleasure me as you slam in and out me. You take yourself out of me and let me circle myself more and more; you pull my pussy back up to your face and slide your tongue back into my hole helping me finger myself. You kiss back up my stomach stopping at my breasts; they are so tender your touch sending me moaning again. You make your way back up to my face kissing me passionately. Facing you, on our sides you slide your cock back in me, and our hips begin to move in motion while we kiss. With our hips in motion you pull away to tell me I'm beautiful and at that instant I cum again, with the wetness of my pussy you cock hardens and explodes. We lay in bed, you still in me for a few minutes as we are trying to catch our breathe. I'm unable to move, my body taking so much pain and pleasure you pick me up and carry me to the bathroom and turn the shower on for me, we get in and you wash my whole body with your hands and soap. You get your self done and we get out, you dry me off and tuck me back in bed. You lay with me till I fall asleep, telling me how you want to be here when I wake up, but you can't. I said one of these days you will be the one beside me and soon after I fell asleep. You must have found you way out, as you were gone when I woke. Anticipation Part One: Gina Gina sat at her computer staring at the new email message she had just received. Her girlfriend had sent a message to the man who wrote it thinking that the two of them would enjoy writing each other. You see Gina liked to write and read erotic email, so she joined an on line group to look for someone who shared this interest. While she had read one story that the man had written, she was still a bit nervous about reading this one, after all this one was to her, not her friend. She thought about the man she was involved with in real life, how much she wished she could share this side of herself with him, and how ironic it was that the email came from a man named "Brian" when her man's name was also "Brian". The minutes flew by as she sat thinking all the things she had been through to get to this point. How she had spent most of her life hating anything remotely sexual until she met Brian, and how she felt a little guilty for even thinking up this email thing in the first place. Then she took a deep breath, screwed her courage to the sticking place, told herself that emails were just words, she would be hurting no one, and she clicked on the Ikon that opened the email. Reading slowly at first she felt the tightening begin deep in the center of her. This man was a wonderful writer. She began reading faster and faster, wanting to know where his story would lead her next. After she finally made it to the last line, she exhaled softly, adjusted herself in her chair (she found that the reading had caused no little amount of squirming) and then she read the whole thing again! It lost nothing in the second reading, in fact it was even better, because she didn't rush so badly this time. Once she finished reading it for the second time, she sat staring at her blank email to Brian. How would she start, how much could she reveal? Would her writing come close to his? It took almost an hour before she finally started to type, telling Brian thank you for his story, and that she liked it. She didn't tell him about the squirming in her chair, nor did she tell him about how she had to stop writing and take a shower, and about the liberal use of the shower massage. You see, she had gotten very excited reading his email, and had to relieve some of the tension or she would never be able to finish writing anything, much less sleep that night. So into the bathroom she went. Turning the water on and adjusting the temperature, she slowly began to undress, thinking about Brian's story the whole time. She wore no bra that day and as she removed her shirt, the backs of her hands brushed her already erect and aching nipples. Distracted by this feeling, she cupped and caressed each breast first one and then the other. Her very ample 38D size made it difficult to do but she managed to caresses both at the same time, pushing them together tightly to rub against each other. Then she lowered her head, raised one breast and let her tongue slide over the nipple. Her knees threatened to give way on her and she sank to a sitting position on the edge of the tub with a moan escaping from deep within her. Next she opened her mouth and let her lips encircle and suckle the nipple she just teased. Thinking all the while about how Brian's story had gotten her so worked up. Very soon, even this was not enough for her, so she stood back up, remembering how in his story he removed the panties slowly and almost had his nose in the woman's mound. Now as she slowly removed hers, she thought about Brian's hands not hers, sliding them over her hips, brushing her already quivering thighs. More moans erupted from her as she passed her hand over her mound, and could not stop herself from letting a single finger slip past her swollen lips to reach and rub the tiny bud that was contained there. Quickly getting into the shower, she sat down (knowing her legs would not support her very long with the way things were going) then taking the shower massage in her hand, she closed her eyes and imagined looking up to find Brian standing over her. His asking if she would mind if he helped her bathe, and her silently handing him the shower massager with her trembling hand. She arched back when he directed the warm pulsing water over her taunt and aching breasts. Then she felt his hands (they were hers but in her mind they were his) start to glide the soap over them. The lather building and making them very slippery, while it was just about driving her insane with want. She felt herself getting very wet, and it had nothing to do with the shower water! Then after carefully rinsing the lather away, she watched as his mouth descended to her breast, and heard him softly explain that he was going to taste each one to make sure they tasted thoroughly clean. The instant his tongue lashed over her nipple she reached up to pull him closer, unable to help herself. His mouth covered her nipple and as he sucked, she felt a tug deep within her, reaching all the way to her womanly core. She began to softly beg him to wash more of her, and he gladly complied, but he did so in a maidenly slow process that she thought would surely be the death of her. None of her begging or pleading would rush him in his task. He soaped her belly, working in ever increasing circles moving lower and lower but just when she though he would finally touch the spot she ached to have him reach, his hands moved to work their way down her leg. She began to thrash in the tub as his soapy hands worked their way up her inner thighs. "Please Brian, she begged ... PLEASE ... I can't stand much more of this." Brian smiled and stood up, causing her to frown and look at him and wonder why he left her, only to smile as she watched him slowly start to remove his own clothing. "YESSSSSSSS..." she whispered with a sigh as he removed everything he wore, piece by piece, until he stood before her fully nude and most definitely and obviously excited with his very erect member sticking straight out from his body! She shifted her position coming up on her knees to allow him to get into the shower/tub with her. Then she grinned at him in an impish way and said it was her turn to wash him! Standing now to reach his chest, she ran the warm water over him, letting her hands trace the trail of the water down his chest, soaping him and gently teasing his nipples. She wondered if she should, would he like it? Then deciding SHE would like it, she rinsed the soap away and pressed her mouth over one of his nipples and sucked gently, moaning softly as she did so. Next she treated him to the same exquisite torture he inflicted upon her, as her slick lathered hands worked down past his hips and legs to return up his inner thighs almost to the glorious firmness extended from his groin. But before she knew how, she found herself facing the back wall of the shower, and felt his hands move over her round rear. She cried out loud as he said, "I can't wait much longer either." and then pushing her down slightly so her sex was facing him and then he thrust into her dark, hot, wet, core from behind. Her mouth was now open to help with the ragged breathing this wonderful invasion had caused and she began to grind her hips backward into him. Begging for more. "Yes" she cried, "Oh Brian, YES... please ... MMMMMMMM... I want to cum all over you.... make me cum ... please make me cum!!!" Hearing her set him off into a ever increasing frenzy of movement. He would pull almost all the way from her, and then drive back into her with increasing speed. He too was breathing roughly and moaning as he told her, "That's right Gina... cum for me... cum all over me... I want to feel you tighten around me...and then I want to gum inside you...fill you while your still coming and squeezing me." Within a few more thrusts, each of their heads fell back as they exploded together. He pumping hotly into her and filling her even as she ground herself back against him and her muscles contracted, milking every last drop from him. When at last the world came back to her, she found herself standing with her head against the back wall of the shower, the shower massager still pressed tightly between her trembling thighs. She sat down to allow her knees time to become more stable and proceeded to turn off the water, and reach for a towel. Thinking she had released enough of her tension, she began to dry herself starting with her neck. To her surprise, as the nap of the towel dried her still taunt breasts, another wave passed over her and she suddenly reached her hand between her thighs. As she circled and teased the swollen bud there, she thought again of Brian, and as she came yet again in a shattering and oh so wonderful climax, she moaned out, "OH YES BRIAN ... YES ... YES ... YES" After this she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, still damp, but flushed rosy red from the wonderful feelings that she had just experienced and smiled. Dressing quickly she hurried back to her computer to write to Brian. Yes, she would tell him after all, her first full story would be all about this night. About how he affected her, about how much she enjoyed reading and fantasizing about him, and she would hope that when he read her story, he too might find he liked her writing. Then she blew a kiss to the bottom of the email, and hit the send button. Now sitting back to await his response to her missive. Part Two: Brian Brian was very excited this morning with the anticipation of a response to a recent email he had sent. He had sent an erotic short story he had written to a woman named Gina at the suggestion of her friend Kathy, a woman he had been talking with on the Internet. Kathy had liked his stories and told him that her friend Gina was very interested in erotic writing and she was looking for a man to exchange stories with and she had given him Gina's email address. Brian had taken Kathy's advice and sent Gina an erotic story yesterday and that was why he was so excited this morning on his drive to work, he was anxious to get her response and find out whether she liked his writing. He pulled into the parking lot and saw that he was not the first one there the business lights were on and the door open. He walked in and said "Good Morning" quickly moving to his desk wanting to turn on his computer and log on to see if he had any email messages. But before he could get there John, one of his employees, stopped him with a question about one of the jobs they were running. The question turned into a long discussion as Brian secretly kept glancing at his cold computer. John kept talking and talking and Brian could not stop the conversation as one thing kept leading to another. Finally after forever had come and gone John was finished and Brian was freed to go to his beckoning computer and turn it on. As the PC booted and Windows 2000 went through it's agonizingly slow process of configuring his system Brian watched and waited wanting this process to compete so he could log on to his ISP. Then just as the Windows Net Log on message box came up the phone rang startling him with it's shrill suddenness. Since there was only the two of them and John had gone back in the shop area he had to answer the phone himself. All these distractions were driving him crazy he thought as he said "Hello" It was his business associate Mike "Dam" what a time for him to call. All Brian could do now was type in his password and finish the log in process for his computer. As he did that Mike told him about a new job they had to quote. It was a big job and they didn't have a lot of time, their customer wanted the quote in by this afternoon. Mike needed Brian to work on the electrical systems of this potential job but to do that he would have to drive to Mike's office an hour away. All Brian had wanted to do this morning was check his email to see if Gina had written him and now he was on his way to his friends office to work on a hot job, what a morning. There was no way this was going to be short so he resigned himself to the work he was going to have to do today. After arriving at Mike's office Brian found that he was right about the amount of work required to work up this quote. He was very busy all day getting only a few minutes to think about where he had a email from Gina or not. Finally they finished their preliminary design and cost estimates and worked up the quote. That finished they typed it, printed it out and faxed it to their customer. That task finished Mike called the customer to see if there were any questions and after a short conversation it was determined that the quote was accepted and they would get back to us within a few days to let us know whether the project was a go or not. After hanging up Mike and Brian decided to go to a local restaurant and have dinner. Brian was still thinking about email but by this time it was to late to go back to his office anyway so he would just have to wait until tomorrow. Hopefully nothing would come up and he would find out if Gina liked his story. The next morning started off just as bad as the traffic was really bad so Brian's attempts to get in early failed and he ended up being the last one to work. However, after getting in and getting a cup of coffee things turned better and after booting his computer and logging on he was able to log on the net and see that yes he did have email. Brian clicked on his mail box and saw that he had several messages. Most of them were just normal business messages but there was one from Gina (he recognized her screen name). As he clicked on it to open it he was wondering did she like his story or not and what would she write back to him about? As the email opened on his screen and he started to read what she wrote he was pleased to find that she liked what he had written. He continued to read and soon it was apparent that this was more than just an answer, this was a story of her own that she had written. He read and read not wanting to stop her writing was very good and he could not take his eyes from the screen. Brian was really getting in to her writing imagining that he was there in the tub with her and as she wrote about him thrusting into her from behind he could feel his member getting harder and harder. Brian finished Gina's story and then read it again and then a third time and now he was fully aroused and his erection was very painful as he was contained my his clothes. He thought that he better cool down and stop reading the wonderful story, so he closed out of his ISP and opened up his accounting package and tried to think about sometime else. After just a few minutes he realized that, that would just not work as the hormones flowing through his blood demand satisfaction and his member was still as hard as when he was reading her story. What could he do his employees were here and he couldn't even stand up, at least a woman could hide her wetness when she was aroused. A man, on the other hand, was not able to easily conceal his excitement without a release and that couldn't be done without making an even bigger mess. All this thinking about sex was just keeping him hard but yet he couldn't stop, her words had sparked a need in him that just demanded satisfaction. Well, there was nobody between him and the john right then as he could see the door from where he was so he could go in the john and do as Gina had done in her story she had written for him. He had never done that here at work and so even that thought keep him in an excited state. Well, why not it worked for her it would work for him. He stood up, all most, as his erection was really hard and he just couldn't stand up all the way it hurt to much. There was still nobody in sight so he shuffled the fifteen or twenty feet to the john and quickly closed the door, nobody had seen him and of that he was glad because it would have been very hard to explain his bent over shuffle. Once he was inside he unzipped his pants but his erection was such that he was having trouble getting it out so instead he undid his belt and dropped his pants, then quickly pulled his underpants down freeing his expanded member and Ohhhhhhhh did that feel good to be free of the painful restraint. He now found it very easy to think of Gina with her back to him in the shower. Water streaming down her body and her legs spread out as far as they would go in the confined space they were in. Then just as in her story, he imagined her bending over presenting her sex to him and as he grabbed his member with his hand he pretended it was Gina's moist softness that folded around him not his own hand. Brian imagined her pushing back into him as he pushed back driving himself in her. Ahhhhhhhh, Yessssssss that felt good very good and again he imagined her pushing back into him and not just his hand. His imagination now got hold of him and he dreamed he was thrusting into her again and again as his hips smacking into her ass. Thrust "SMACK" thrust "SMACK" thrust "SMACK" again and again they moved against each other, and Ohhhhhhhh did it feel good. Now he reached around and grabbed her large breasts squeezing each of her nipples with his fingers as they each moaned with the pleasure of their intense joining. Brian was lost in the excitement now as all his sense were driven my his lust and now their movements increase their tempo so that there was just one loud noise: as the sound of water running, the smacking of their bodies, and the moans of pleasure that escaped from their lips joining into a melody of pleasure. It was the sound of ecstasy one that filled them to their core as in entered them and filled them adding to the intensity of the feelings coursing though them. It built and built with each thrust and stroke until there was nowhere for it to go but explode out in one last Oh Godddddddd GINA. Then they were both moaning as they had never moaned before as the intense pleasure in their loins escaped out from both their lips and then they both came at the same time. Brian was trenched with sweet as his senses slowly returned then a loud knock on the bath room door brought him back al the way quickly. Someone wanted in so quickly he composed himself as best he could and weakly said "Just a minute, I'm almost done." Someone said "All right, but hurry." He looked down and saw that he had cum on the toilet and most of it was inside but not all. Quickly he started to dress pulling his under pants up over his now quickly retreating member and then getting his pants back up. Now he had to clean up the incriminating evidence and wash his face and dry up all while still trying to finish calming down. He was still shaking from the experience and he was hesitating to open the door as it was still obvious, at least to him, what had just happened. He tried one more time to calm himself then flushed the toilet and opened the door. Nobody was there, thank you for small favors, and so he quickly walked to his desk and sat down. What an experience, he had to write Gina and tell her what had just happened, so he opened up his ISP and started writing to her about what had happened. As he wrote he wondered what would she write back and would she like his response. Anticipation You and I were in a very classy, over priced Italian restaurant. The dinner, in spite of being delectable, was difficult to get through. It was hard for me to keep my hands to myself - off of you - and still maintain some semblance of composure. I had been in a state of high pitched arousal long before we had even left for dinner. And you- in your suit tailored to fit perfectly- looked too irresistible. I knew, the moment I saw you that evening, what my dessert would be. After dinner, you ordered a glass of dessert wine for each of us. You were teasing me, drawing out the evening a bit longer to make me squirm. You moved yourself closer to me, took my hand, kissed it and drew it down with yours beneath the table. The smirk on your face, and what I discovered beneath the table, told me you were just as ready to leave as I was, but that you could hold out longer than me. I loved knowing I had made you so hard. You felt like steel in my hand as I began to stroke you thru your pants. It wasn't mine but your composure that was beginning to fade now. I loved watching you try to pretend as though nothing were going on beneath the table. At the same time -even though you were losing ground- you knew exactly what effect stroking your cock was having on me. I decided to try to make you break, make you give up before me...I unzipped your pants, placed my hand firmly on your rod and started stroking you harder. When I felt my fingers become moist with your precum I brought my hand out from under the table and licked each finger, slowly, one at a time, while keeping your eyes locked with mine. But that was my undoing... tasting you -wanting you - was more than I could bear. You knew then that you had me and I knew that if I didn't get you to myself quickly, we could soon become a source of entertainment for the entire restaurant. I kissed your cheek, stood from the table, headed toward the door and to our car - leaving you there to recover while settling the bill with our waiter. I gave you no choice but to follow me...and finally I had you. This game we were playing was so delicious, my love. You found me with my back leaning against our car... waiting, not so patiently, for you. The evening was dark and quiet. You and I were alone, no one else around to be seen. You came to me, wrapped your arms around me tightly and began placing sweet kisses along my neck. I placed my arms around your back and drew you even closer to me. I was pleased to learn you were still hard. Amused too, because I knew it must have been difficult trying to hide that fact when you left the restaurant. I whispered in your ear to tell you my panties were soaking wet and how badly I needed to taste more of you. You moved one of your hands slowly down my side, caressed my breast on your way down and stopped at the bottom hem of my mid thigh length black dress. You crept your fingers up under my dress and then to the inside of my panties. You whispered back to me that you couldn't believe how wet I was and how you would love to run your tongue between my thighs and lap up my sweet nectar. I placed my hands on the tops of your shoulders, held your gaze, and without words asked you to take what you wanted while I gently pressed you down to your knees. You slid my panties down my thighs to my ankles then tucked them inside the pocket of your suit jacket. The grin on your face was one of victory. You were about to eat your dessert before I was given mine. You raised my dress up enough to give you access but still low enough to lend some modicum of privacy, just in case. The idea of being discovered this way was intoxicating for us both. The only cover lent to us was the darkness of night and the other vehicles parked in the lot. The intense heat of your tongue on my clit was an erotic contrast to the cool night air... and my sharp intake of breath made an echo in the quiet surrounding us as you began the sweetest torture I've ever had the pleasure to know. Keeping myself quiet was the real torture...your tongue dipping into my pussy and licking my lips and clit was eliciting moans I didn't have control over. You were making me feel like I was the frosting on a cake you couldn't get enough of... You placed your fingers inside me and slowly began moving them in and out while your mouth and tongue sucked and licked me in the most wickedly entrancing way. You only stopped a few brief moments to run your tongue down my thigh to the back of my knee and back up again giving me time to regain my breath. This was your attempt at slowing me down when you thought I was too near the edge. I loved that you wanted to make this ecstasy last as long as possible for me. When you began again I knew you were ready to let me have my sweet release...you grabbed my ass, pulled my pussy to your waiting mouth and gave my clit an amorous tongue thrashing. I was in heaven and had lost all thought to where we were. You were making me feel so incredibly wonderful. I didn't care anymore how public of a place we were in and my moaning became louder...I was so close to coming and your tongue continued it's lashing at my clit bringing me to the brink of my abyss. At that same time, when I was about to scream your name in ecstasy a group of people began to emerge from the restaurant to find their cars... You stood, tenderly covered my mouth with yours, placed one of your hands on my pussy and with your fingers began stroking my clit and dipping deep inside me- giving me an exquisite, breath taking, orgasm. And to the rest of the world, it looked only as though we were embraced in a passionate kiss. You took great pleasure in knowing you had won this part of our game... My turn came on the drive home- when, with my head in your lap, you had to pull the car over to prevent driving off the road. Anticipation Teri sat on the shoreline near her cottage, taking in the mist from the water. She was shivering, but not with the cold. Indeed, it was a lovely, balmy day. Teri was shivering from fear at the move she had just made, which promised to change her life forever. Hugh had warned her about it, time and time again. "It's a dumb move Sis!" he told her. Tact was NOT Hugh's strong point. "This could ruin your life, people are gonna talk!" No matter. As she sat there thinking, the beautiful brunette knew it was a risk she had been willing to take. Any risk for love was a risk worth taking. Teri had fallen deeply, madly, in love with her brother's best friend. Who just happened to be a girl. Not just any girl, a girl she had known for years and years. It hadn't happened over night. Victoria had grown up across the street from the Hudson family. Her parents were from Sweden, Victoria was the drop-dead gorgeous Swedish blonde that men dream of. She was beautiful, tall, voluptuous and leggy. She had blue, cornflower eyes and a soft, sweet voice, it was almost musical in tone. Victoria and Hugh had dated, but quickly realized that they were better friends. They had similar taste in movies and music, so they still hung out together. The pretty 20-year old was over at Teri's home all the time. She and Teri had shared many animated, fun conversations. Victoria brought in the best in Teri, she made her laugh and smile, even when the weight of the world seemed to be on Teri's shoulders. It was during one of those conversations that Teri's heart began pounding. She looked into Victoria's blue eyes and couldn't think of anything to say. She knew Victoria was saying something to her, but she had no idea of what the conversational thread was, it sounded like gibberish to her ears. She simply nodded and tried to follow along. It was a doomed effort, it was if her brain had shut down. The weather had recently turned beautiful and Teri's family owned a lovely beach-front property. Teri had always loved the water, so she drove down there most weekends. She frolicked in the water and tried to forget the woman she was in love with, the woman she knew she could never have. Her poor heart was breaking, so she made sure she kept herself busy. Anything was better than feeling the anguish over her – she was certain – unrequited love. It was a futile attempt from the start. She'd be in bed, late at night, and Victoria's body would appear in her mind. Sometimes she was dressed sexy, sometimes she was nude, which made Teri hornier than ever. She had to do something about this or she was going to go insane! Victoria was becoming Teri's obsession, she was going mad with frustration over the love she couldn't possess. She confessed to Hugh how she felt about Victoria. Her poor brother, he was so freaked out! "You're gay?" he asked her, wide-eyed. She shook her head, then thought about it again. "Maybe." Hugh just shook his head. "Whadda you mean, `maybe'?" He made that "I-don't-have-a-clue" face that usually made her laugh when they were younger. Teri tried to explain. "I've dated guys, you know that, little brother. I've had sex with guys. I've enjoyed it -- but I can take it or leave it. But every time I see Victoria, I get hot, my brain gets fuzzy, I imagine us --" "Okay, TMI!" Hugh said. "I don't think you should tell her though. What about the folks? Do you think the folks will be cool with it? Or her folks? Jeezus Ter, this could upset a whole helluva lotta people, ya know?" Teri thought about everything her brother had said, but disregarded it. She had to tell Victoria, she couldn't walk around feeling dopey around the girl every time she saw her. Teri thought of a plan, a way to tell Victoria privately. She went across the street to Victoria's home, rang the bell. Victoria answered her, giving Teri a hug which made her heart pound. "What's up?" she asked Teri, smiling with those perfect, white teeth of hers. "Would you like to go with me to the beach for the weekend, grab some sun? I don't have to work for a few days, Hugh's just hanging around drinking beer and watching sports, I need to get away!" "What a great idea!" Victoria said enthusiastically. "Let me pack a bag and we can go. When do you want to leave?" "Will an hour give you enough time to pack?" Teri wanted to know, her heart threatening to burst through her chest. "Sure, plenty of time!" Victoria said brightly. Teri raced home and began packing. She packed a bag that would ensure she'd have a great weekend, no matter what happened. She thought her heart was going to explode from inside of her chest, she was so excited, so giddy with anticipation. She and Victoria piled into her sports car and off they went. Teri was careful not to speed, she wanted to get there so badly, to see Victoria in a bikini and just enjoy their time together. The girls chatted animatedly for the hour-long trip. Teri enjoyed every second of it. Not only was the girl sexy and warm, she was smart. She knew what was going on in the world and Teri was impressed by that. She thought that she fell in love with Victoria a bit more with every minute they spent together. She was sure how much she adored Victoria as the two girls moved from the car and into the cottage. The girls had a quick lunch and decided to go for a swim. Teri went to change into her bikini and Victoria followed. "We're both girls, right?" Victoria said. Teri just nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She was going to see Victoria nude. "Okay, don't turn into a drooling idiot!" she told herself in an internal dialog. Victoria moved over to the bed, sat down and pulled off her shorts, top and shoes. She was gorgeous naked. Teri was practically drooling, despite her earlier admonitions to herself, she ached to reach out and fondle the blonde's beautiful big tits. They were so beautiful, big and soft and round, nary a blemish marked the Swedish girl's body. Victoria smiled as she caught her friend looking at her. "What are you thinking?" she asked Teri. "How beautiful you are!" sighed Teri. "I'd kill to have a body like yours!" The naked blonde smiled, with a bit of a giggle. "Really? I think you're beautiful too. I've always envied you, you're so slim and delicate." That was true. Teri was a sexy brunette with long legs and tiny - yet pert - tits that were firm, with sexy round nipples. Her stomach was flat and lean, from lots of exercise. Teri'd had her fair share of suitors, but none of them mattered as much as Victoria's approval. It made her glow, she almost flushed with pride. Teri leaned forward, and boldly, planted a soft kiss on Victoria's full lips. The blonde didn't back away, but Teri caught herself, bolted from the room and ran off down the beach. She was still there, shivering, when Victoria found her and sat down on the beach beside her. She knew she had to tell her, she just couldn't find the words. "Why did you run?" Victoria asked her gently. Teri turned to her, eyes misty. "Because I kissed you. Because I'm in love with you. Because I brought you here to the beach to seduce you, get you into my bed, eat your pussy and fuck you all weekend long. Because of that." Victoria smiled at her. "Sounds like a plan to me." Teri turned to her friend, the look of surprise on her face must have been evident. Victoria leaned in and kissed Teri, full on the lips, then hugged her close. "Silly girl," she giggled. "Don't you know how I feel about you?" Teri felt lost in a fog, not sure of what she was hearing. "You mean to say ...?" Victoria leaned in and kissed Teri again. "I have a thing for you. I always have. It is one of the reasons I broke it off with Hugh. I wanted to make love with his sister. I wanted her to be the first to taste my pussy. I wanted to feel her gentle hands on my tits. I wanted her to lick me until I came and screamed out her name!" Teri wanted to know "Does Hugh know any of this?" Victoria held her hand and smiled. "I think he might suspect, but I think he wants me to be happy, I am his friend. So he's kept quiet. I've been in love with you a long time, Teri. I haven't been with anyone, really – I wanted you to be my first. Will you, please?" Teri was overjoyed, nodding her head rapidly, face streaming with tears. Victoria kissed her again and Teri leaned into the kiss, their tongues intertwined. She felt her heart race as the sexy blonde cupped her tits in the tiny green bikini. "You know where this would look nice?" Victoria cooed. Teri shook her head. "On the chair beside that big bed in your bedroom. Let's go back." The girls walked, arm-in-arm, back to the cottage. They didn't care if they were seen, Teri was so hot to taste her first female lover, she couldn't stand it. It was like someone had waved a magic wand and all of her hopes and dreams were now coming true. Victoria walked into the cottage before her, giving her hips an exaggerated wiggle. Teri was sure her bikini bottoms were soaked, but Victoria was going to have to clean her up, she determined! Imagine, keeping me waiting all this time! She walked into the bedroom and Victoria pulled her close. She was naked again and there wasn't a mark on her flesh, nor were there any tan lines. Teri cupped one large breast and looked up into Victoria's beautiful eyes. "May I?" she giggled. Victoria pushed Teri down onto the bed and straddled her. "No one has ever eaten my pussy. No one has ever caressed me the way you're going to. I want you to be my fuck-toy Teri. Will you be my fuck-toy? Oh please baby, say you'll be Victoria's sexy little fuck-toy!" "God, yes!" Teri said as the blonde pussy descended onto her face. She began eating Victoria with relish, tasting the sweet, trimmed blonde pussy. She swabbed at it with her tongue and knew she was hot for cunt. Pussy was her thing, no doubt in her mind, Victoria's pussy. It was sweet, the juices flowing onto her tongue were tart and slightly thick. She swirled her tongue around Victoria's clit and was rewarded by hearing her lover cry out her name. "Oh, fuck Teri, yes! That is so what I wanted, all this time. You must let me taste you! You sweet bitch, I just have to taste you!" Teri and Victoria moved easily into a `69', it was like they had been doing this for years. The pretty blonde and the slender brunette began eating each other with precision and amazing skill. Neither girl had been with a woman, it was their passion and hunger for each other's flesh that made it so good. Teri's tongue was whirling, licking, caressing the seductive blonde's pussy and clit. The scent, like a subtle must, wafted gently from the pretty Swede's beautiful cunt. Victoria ate Teri with a predatory hunger, despite never having been sexual, she was a natural. Teri's pussy was spasming with mini-climaxes as her lesbian lover ate her mound with relish. Teri's pussy was a delight to Victoria, this was the culmination of all her illicit fantasies, and she'd thought up some new ones in the last few minutes, too. Victoria's pussy was pushed savagely into Teri's face and her "fuck toy" ate the blonde with pleasure. Her face was glistening with Victoria's juices, she was drenched in sweat and pussy juice, and she'd never been happier. When Victoria arched up and screamed, she knew she'd made Victoria cum for the very first time. The emotion thrilled her beyond belief. "And you've never --?" Teri asked. Victoria shook her head. "No. No one ever has. I wanted you to be the first. You HAD to be my first. I wanted to come to you a virgin." She kissed Teri softly once more. Teri was thrilled, and ran out of the bedroom and grabbed her suitcase. She returned to find Victoria lounging on the bed, on one elbow. Teri didn't think she'd ever seen anything as sexy. Teri placed the suitcase on the floor and unzipped it. When Teri removed what she'd been seeking, Victoria's eyes widened. Teri drew out a large, veiny, flesh-colored dildo and held it up to her new playmate. "Can I take your virginity? Would you honor me by letting me be the first to fuck you?" Teri knew what Victoria's answer would be, but she wanted to hear the girl say it anyway. Victoria giggled and reached under the bed. She held out a dark, thick black dildo. "Kinky minds think alike, I guess. Yes, I want you to fuck my cherry away!" Teri joined her on the bed. "Which one do you want to use?" Teri asked her. "Yours, darling," Victoria said, running a delicate fingernail over Teri's soft skin. "Fuck me with it, put that big cock in my pussy and make me yours!" Teri put herself in between Victoria's legs and licked her cunt until her lover was soaking wet. Then, with force, she slid the big rubber cock deep inside the girl and began fucking her with it. She moved it in and out of Victoria, watching the blue eyes close in pleasure. She moved the dildo in and out of her, seesawing it out of the blonde's stunning body. The voluptuous blonde quaked and shook as Teri fucked her with the toy, forcefully, the way she had fantasized about for so long. "Oh, fuck Teri, that's so fucking good! Fuck me with it darling, make me yours!" Teri did as she was told, and then she hit the barrier of Victoria's hymen. She hesitated for a brief moment, looking into Victoria's trusting, blue eyes. "Do you want me to ...?" "Fuck, YES, FUCK ME, take me, fuck my pussy bitch, take me!" Victoria screamed, as Teri plunged the dildo in and broke her cherry. Her body arched in orgasm as Teri fucked her with the toy. Her pussy clenched around the dildo and Victoria saw the satisfied smile on Teri's face. Teri ran from the room, returning with a damp washcloth. She cleaned her lover's body, tickling her on occasion, loving the intimacy. "I hope I didn't hurt you," she said meekly. Victoria giggled and hugged her close. "You can hurt me like that a LOT from now on. My turn!" Teri smiled and crawled up to the top of the bed. She spread her long legs wide apart as she watched Victoria put her dildo on with a strap. "Prepare to get fucked, bitch!" Victoria said. The change in her lover's persona made Teri hotter than hell, the wild streak was quite appealing. The black rubber cock slid easily into Teri and she hunched her pussy back as Victoria fucked her with the artificial phallus. In and out she moved, loud squeals of pleasure coming from Teri's lips as the fake cock fucked her, over and over again, deeper and deeper. "Yes, oh my God, yes, yes, yes!" she squealed as she saw the intense look on Victoria's face and the glint in her blue eyes. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh baby, I AM your fuck toy!" A sensual, almost-evil look crossed Victoria's face. "Forever?" "God, yes! That's all I want darling. Just don't stop fucking me!" For a pair of novice lesbians, the girls were remarkably in-tune with each other's needs. Victoria slammed the dildo into Teri's cunt, using all of the the cock until her girlfriend couldn't take anymore. Shuddering hard with orgasms that literally shook the bed, Teri was crying and Victoria hugged her, wiping her tears away. They cuddled together for a while, talking plans for the future. They knew they wanted to live together, to be together all the time. Still, Teri couldn't help but worry. "How are we going to tell our families?" she wanted to know. Teri simply couldn't help it, a little bit of fear had crept into her voice as she remembered what Hugh had said to her earlier on. Victoria pinched one of Teri's pink nipples. " I don't know about your folks sweetie, but I told my Mom and Dad how I felt about you a long time ago." Teri sat up and her eyes met Victoria's. "Really? What did they say?" Victoria kissed Teri and said "My Mom said `You have excellent taste, dear'." Victoria's laughter filled the bedroom as she embraced the woman she adored with all her heart. Anticipation I was sent an email that excited me and yet on one hand disturbed me. I got a response from a few couples that wanted to hook up. Since this is the first time in 12-13 years that I wanted to be with another woman, and it is the first time I have ever ventured out into something such as a swinger's website. So, I am being cautious and taking it slow. I emailed the couples letting them know my concerns. Then I opened an email that had a familiar greeting of interest and request for contact if I was interested. It was nothing in the email that stood out and the couple looked nice enough from the thumbnail picture. However, when I opened their profile and I saw some other pictures of the wife, they were tastefully done and not explicit like most, I had to read what they were into and what they were looking for. The experience that they wanted was for her desires to be met with another woman. Now, I've been curious enough to want to do group sex in the 2-1 sense of group sex. The pictures were only thumbnails and the details were hard for me to see but the gist of the comeliness of the couple was not lost. What really was not lost in translation was how I reacted to the profile or should I say to the wife. She literally made my mouth water. In my response to the email, I told them so and suggested a place where we could meet. From then on, she was on my mind. I anticipated running my hands over her body and desired to taste kisses from her lips. I could see myself eating hell out of her sweet pussy. I was longing hook her thighs over my shoulder and fuck her with my tongue. Then the email came with phone numbers being exchanged. She called me. We chatted a little and gave one another the run down on who we were and then we started probing our sexual experiences and expectations. I told her that I have never had a response to another woman like this before and she wanted me to explain my anticipation of meeting her. We both agreed that there are just times when you just crave pussy. You long to put your face in a pussy and make it cum like your own. I told her my fantasy was how I would approach our first meeting. They take me to a hotel close to our meeting place. Your husband wants to watch you enjoy a woman for the first time before joining the activities. Tonight will be our night. I am very oral towards you and very sensuous. I am told I am a very good kisser and I wanted to show you just how much by pressing you up against the wall and frenching you breathless. My hands massage your firm small breast teasing and tweaking your nipples. My mouth nibbles your neck while I do this. You are wearing a slip of a dress without underwear and I peel it off your shoulders letting it pool around your ankles. I look at how beautiful you are naked before me in nothing but a strappy pair of high heels. I'd then turn you away from me, kiss your neck and shoulders, and massage your breast from behind. I then lightly trail my hands down your stomach and finger your pussy teasingly, enough to make you squirm but not enough to satisfy, all the while I'd be grind my pussy into your ass. I'd then make you assume the position for frisking. I begin tracing kisses down your back between your shoulder blades and lightly run my nails down the sides of your body, the undersides of your breast, across your nipples, the flat of your stomach and in soft circles around your ass as my mouth goes lower down your spine. My hands are on your hips and I place kisses, licks and nibbles along each cheek. You shiver and moan anticipating what's to come next. I spread your cheeks, run my tongue slowly in small tight circles down your crack, and hit your bud. You arch back pushing your ass towards my tongue. Because of the way I am teasing you your pussy is so wet that I get the first taste of your honey as go past your bud. You ask me not to stop and your breathing is getting heavier but I do stop and you press your head against the wall and ask me why am I teasing you this way. I want more but I want to prolong the tasting of your body. I want you crazy with anticipation before I satisfy my craving for your honey. I take you by the hand and lead you to the bed, and place you in such a way that when I do lay you down your husband can see the look of pleasure on your face as the flame of your desire is stoked and then put out by my manipulations. As you sit you, watch me undress and begin to stroke your pussy. I stop you and put your hands on your breast instead. I don't want you to cum until I am ready to take you to the peak. I love the contrast of my big breast in comparison to your smaller ones. My being a BBW does not bother you and it makes my all the more crazy to please your pussy. Why does a BBW feel the need to prove something in this arena? It is evident, most other people don't want to give us a chance and they don't know what they are missing until we show them otherwise. And I am about to show you. I kiss you deeply making you breathless again. I begin trailing kisses down your neck and onto your décolletage. You offer your right breast to my lips as I kneel between your legs. I lick around the swell of your breast before pulling the hardened peak into my mouth sucking on it hard then plucking it with teeth and lips. I manipulate the other breast now doing the same going back and forth between the two. You head is back and you're moaning that it feels so good. I massage your nipples and start kissing the flat of your stomach tonguing your navel and then placing little nips along the sides of your hipbones. I lay you back spreading your legs and I begin licking and nibbling the crease of inner thigh. Your anticipation is high your hand go to the back of my head and you try to grind your pussy to my face. I lick the crease along side you pussy instead and you can feel the heat of my breath as I lift your leg and work my nibbles to the underside of your thigh. I tongue and bite the back of your knee nibble your calf and run a slick tongue along your ankle. I proceed to do the reverse to the other leg. There is so much honey flowing out of you in anticipation that it is covering your bud and I slowly run a finger around it as my mouth meets the inner thigh crease of your other leg. I place my hands on the backs of your knees, push them towards your chest, and begin to give your pussy sweet relief. I tongue your slit and then your asshole. Your pussy lips are so puffy and your clit is hard. I lap the honey out of you and I feel you begin to shake. I press the flat of my tongue over your clit sliding it around in a small circle and hum hard. I slide a finger in your ass as I work your pussy with three fingers of my other hand. You cum again as I continue to hum along your clit making my mouth buzz like a vibrator. I can sense the change in your oh's and ah's into mm's and look up to see a big grin on your face. I come up and kiss you letting you taste your juice from my lips. I am not through with you yet. We have pulled out a few of your toys from the bag you brought to the room earlier. I lie on my back and tell you to mount me in a sixty-nine. My pussy has dripped so much that my juices are running down my inner thighs. You would swear I came as much if not more than you did just from eating your sweet pussy. We have to actually wipe me off before you even get to taste me. The two of you say you have never seen a pussy get that wet before it has even had anything done to it before. It doesn't take much to get me to cum when you dive into my pussy. You suck on my clit like a little dick and shove a thick dildo into my overflowing honey pot. I slide the thin vibrator in and out of your pussy as I suck your clit and then replace it with my tongue as I slide the vibe in and out of your ass. I feel my thighs being pushed back and I can tell your husband has joined us. I can hear your mouth being filled with your husband's dick. I hear him moan as he cums in your mouth and you suck him down. You continue to suck him and work the dildo in and out of me. I hear the ripping of a condom package and I feel him come up behind me. You remember me telling you how I wanted to feel a big dick in my ass as someone sucked on my pussy. You remove the dildo from my pussy letting my juice flow to the crack of my ass. Your hubby still lubes up as a precaution and I feel him press his thick cock head against my asshole. It pops in just fine and then he presses forward stretching me feeling some resistance. He slides out and back in again and I have relaxed enough to accommodate him. On the third press, he is all the way inside and I am cumming as soon as you put your talented tongue back in my pussy. I am cumming so hard that I am screaming and begging for him to fuck my ass harder and for you to suck my clit like a good girl. I show my appreciation on your pussy and your asshole with the vibe. We all cum cover in sweat. Your husband goes and takes a shower and then we go and take one together. We take the cum-covered bedspread off the bed and climb in with you sandwiched in the middle. We sleep for a few hours and go our separate ways. I kiss your husband and then kiss you like I could swallow you whole. I tell you to think of me on your lunch break and if you can get away I'd like to eat you for my second meal of the day and then after you have feed your husband his dinner, (some food and some pussy), I'd like to come over have the two of you for my dessert. Til we meet again. What can I say anticipation is the best kind of foreplay? Anticipation I find myself lost in a world of daydreams of late. It seems even the most mundane task allows my thoughts to drift to the building frustration that you've so easily built up inside me. I sit here, rubbing lotion on my legs, but before long, I close my eyes, and instead of my hands, it is yours that caress slowly up and down my calves. You stop to push the pad of your thumb firmly into the soft flesh behind my knee, and then increasing the pressure, you move up my thigh until your thumb just grazes the crease separating my thigh from my ass, then you move back down to my ankle. Circling your fingers around my ankle, you hold it firm as your other hand caresses back up my leg. You move slowly, applying pressure when I try to pull my leg from your hand. You move to the other leg, rubbing your hands firmly up the back of my calf to the back of my knee, where your fingers slide over the sensitive skin. My body moves almost of it's own free will, half fighting the slow torture, half encouraging you on, begging for more. Again your hands travel up my thigh, circling around 'till you touch the crease at the top of my thigh again. This time, my body moves only encouraging you, asking for more, but you move away before I can even hope for more. I sigh as I look at my legs, now completely coated in baby lotion. As much as I may dream that it was your hands touching me, it doesn't seem to be a reality. I sigh again, as I pour more lotion into my hands, and massage it into my arms. My mind drifts back, insistent that I continue my daydream, even if it is no more than that. You pin my hands above my head, and move your body over mine, pushing me down into the soft mattress. You run your hands lightly along my arms, catching the tender and very sensitive spots all along the inside of my arm. You place your hand behind my head, and lift me towards you, so you can move to catch just the right spot on my neck, and bite me there. You know exactly where to nip, where to apply pressure, where to bite, to make me just a little crazy. Just the thought of you there, biting my neck is enough to make my neck tickle now, to make me roll my shoulders, and send shivers through my body. You roll me over, and now, with even better access, you continue biting my neck while your hands continue teasing the sensitive skin on my arms, then down my sides, where I would be ticklish if I let myself be. Then you kiss that spot, right at the base of my spine, and my hips roll of their own accord, wanting more, wanting you there, inside me. But, you move to your next destination, back to the crease where my ass meets my thigh, and I know my frustration level will only increase. I feel you get comfortable, and I sigh, I know you aren't going to move until you've enjoyed every inch of each crease. I feel you start to one side, and your tongue runs along the crease, barely even touching me, just bringing every nerve ending to attention. You stop at the inside of my thigh, and I can feel you suck the flesh there into your mouth, hard, and then, just as the shocking pleasure registers in my head, you move again. You move to the other side, and repeat the same motions, but this time, as I anticipate what you will do to me, you bite the spot you had sucked on the other leg. I moan, and my body seems to move on its own, begging you without words for more. You are only touching me with your hands as they roam over my legs and my ass, and your mouth as you continue to tease me, so close to the fulfillment I want so desperately, but so far away as you torment me further. "Please," I manage to gasp as I feel your breath on the inside of my thigh. You look up to meet my eyes, "Please, what?" "Please, now... enough." "Please now, what?" I growl my frustration, my mind so far beyond coherent thought, how can I express to you in words what I want, when I'm not even sure I know myself? I bite my lip, begging you with my eyes, with the words I don't know how to say, begging for the things I can't even conceive. You've never left me disappointed, and this is no exception, you know what my body wants, and how to give it to me without my knowing what to ask for. "Wow, mmmmmm, definitely wow." I sigh as my heart rate soars back down to normal, but before I can recover, you move again, and I know the sweet torment has only begun, and every part of my body cries out, begging for your attention. And I'm reduced again to an incoherent bundle of nerve endings, so completely satisfied I cannot move. "Wow," is all I seem to be able to manage, and it is my new favorite word. Back in the real world, my skin is smooth, covered completely in baby lotion, and I wait impatiently for the reality. Anticipation You email me telling me you will pick me up for dinner at 7, and that I should wear my red satin push up bra with the matching red thong (don't forget to shave), a red v neck shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination (and shows just a hint of the tops of my breasts and the top of the bra, or is that shirt that can be seen?), with a short denim skirt - not too tight so you can reach under if you'd like, but not too loose either - you don't want anything shown unless you desire it, with a pair of black high heels, leaving my hair down and nothing else. Before you help me into the car, you have me face it, putting my hands on the seat so you can pull my skirt up and make sure I have worn the correct underwear, and I have shaved. Turning me around you give me a long lingering kiss, promising of the night to come while you rub my nipples through my shirt and bra, lightly pulling on the rings hidden there. Instead of heading for a restaurant, you inform me that you have picked up dinner already and we are going to our favorite stretch of beach (the quiet, secluded one) where we can have a picnic alone. You have gone to our favorite Chinese place and gotten things that are easy to feed me. Upon reaching the beach, you lay out a blanket and have me remove my shoes and sit down, with me legs curled under me. Coming behind me you softly kiss my neck and fondle my breasts through my shirt. When I close my eyes and tip my head back to give you better access, you reach up and tie a blindfold around my head. As I reach up to remove it you tell me "No", and gently pull my hands behind my back and place my leather cuffs on my wrists. Before attaching them together, you pull my shirt over my head leaving me clothed in just my bra and skirt. "What a fetching picture you make, on the blanket, in your bra and skirt, with the sun setting behind you, your wrists tied and a blindfold on. Your nipples are getting hard from the slight breeze off the water and from the anticipation I am sure you are feeling. You can not see what is happening now, and you have no way to cover yourself if anyone were to happen by. I bet if I were to reach down you would be soaking wet." I am hoping you would reach down to feel my pussy because it is wet and I know if you were to even brush against my clit I would cum. But you seem to know this because you move away from me and I can hear you pulling out containers and opening them up. You start by feeding me a couple bites of fried rice and a piece of BBQ pork. Then you stop and say I look very uncomfortable the way I am sitting and you carefully help me to stand. Once I am standing you undo the button on my skirt and slowly slide the zipper down and let it fall to my feet. Helping me out of it you move it aside and help me to sit again, but this time asking me to sit cross legged. Of course, with me sitting like this you can see the growing wet spot on the front of my panties. You resume feeding me and occasionally giving me sips of wine. Knowing that I am sitting on a blanket, on the beach, wearing nothing more than a red thong and matching pushup bra, with a blindfold on and my hands cuffed behind my back, unable to do anything to feed or cover myself, is making my nipples hard enough to be seen through my bra and a large wet spot to form on the crotch of my panties. My breathing is no longer steady as I sit here and wait for whatever you have planned next. The next bite you feed me has sweet and sour sauce on it, and a drop falls onto my upturned chest and slides towards the cleft between my breasts. "Oh no. What a mess I have made," you say. " I guess I should clean that up since you are unable to at the moment." You reach behind me to undo the clasp on my bra and slide it down my arms freeing my breasts to your gaze. And using your tongue, you proceed to clean the sauce off my skin. "I think this should come off in case we make another mess. Wouldn't want it to get dirty from dinner." With that you uncuff my hands, bring them forward, slide the straps off my wrists and refasten the cuffs. By now there is a very noticeable wet spot on the front of my panties. And they are the only thing left covering me. While it is a warm night, my nipples have hardened to sharp points by this time. I am now sitting on the beach, cross-legged, with nothing more on than a blindfold, cuffs and a very noticeably wet thong, nipples standing out in hard peaks, breathing erratically, but feeling very safe even though there is nothing that I can do to cover or fend for myself. At this point, even the soft breath of air against my clit would cause me to cum. The next bite ends up dripping on my inner thigh, as does the next. Having me lay down and open my legs, you proceed to lick the sauce off of me. You then decide that my panties have gotten very wet and should probably come off before they get any wetter or food gets on them. Asking me to lift my bottom, you slide them ever so slowly down my legs leaving me completely open and exposed for all to see. You tell me how hard you are from seeing me lying there open and waiting for you, unable to cover myself from your sight or from the sight of anyone that may wander by (the beach may be secluded, but it is still public property and there is the chance someone could wander along and see me) and how much you would like to fuck me right here, right now - but you're not because you would like to finish your dinner first (apparently you you've only been feeding me and haven't eaten anything yet) and because tonight is about the wait, the anticipation, and my release when you desire it. I groan as I realize you are bound and determined to extend this out for as long as you possibly can. Knowing the longer you can tease me and keep me on edge, the longer and better my climax will be when you finally allow me to achieve one. There have been no rules set against me talking, yet strangely, I find myself being quiet and not talking, only occasionally groaning or whimpering from the pleasure this alone is bringing me, and because I want release so badly, but you are only letting me get close, and not go over, the edge of sweet bliss. I start to feel self conscious and close my legs, but you tell me no, to keep them open - and in fact, I should open them wider so you can see the juices starting to drip out from between my lips and run towards my ass. As you finish eating you reach over every so often and run a chopstick lightly from my belly button, down across my clit and slide it into my pussy before taking your next bite. You laugh softly as I try to move closer and rub against the stick when it reaches my clit. You dump a little of the sweet and sour sauce on either breast and then use your food to wipe it back up off of me. I arch my back to get closer as I feel the rough texture of the fried food gliding across my skin, coming close, oh so close, but never touching my nipples. By now I am breathing heavily and groaning lightly. There is a fine sheen of sweat glistening in the waning evening light. "You are close, my sweet, but it is not time for you to cum yet." You move to sit between my parted legs and begin to ever so softly to run your finger up and down my hard clit. Placing enough pressure on it so I can feel your finger, but not enough to actually let me cum. I never would have thought I would be able to attain the heights you have driven me to tonight, and the heights you seem determined to drive me to yet, without cumming. I can feel your pants on my legs. Why haven't he undressed yet I think. You seem to read my mind because you tell me that even though you are hard enough to explode with only a look, you have no intention of removing your pants and this time on the beach is for me alone. Then you tell me you think I need to cool down a little or this will be over long before intended. Taking the cool wine bottle you brush it against my hard nipples, the glass clinking against the rings there. Removing it you lean over and place the tip of your tongue on the tip of my nipple before sliding the whole thing in your mouth, your teeth pulling gently on the ring. Not bothering to try and stay quiet anymore, I moan and beg you to stop teasing me and to let me cum. But you only chuckle softly and say soon, but not yet. There's still more area for you to explore. Moving from between my legs you tell me that I seem tense and you want to help me relax. So you help me to roll over onto my stomach, you unhook the cuffs from behind my back and have me stretch them above my head, before hooking them back together. I then hear you remove something from the bag we have brought down with us. You start with my left hand and rub the kinks from my fingers and hand then move to my left wrist, first removing the cuff and then working the kinks from it. Finishing the left one you place the cuff back on before moving to the right to complete the same actions for my right wrist and hand. After replacing that cuff, you work your way down each arm, adding a little more of my favorite almond oil to your hands as needed so your hands glide over my skin. Finishing my arms you move onto my neck and shoulders, never speaking just letting the sounds of the birds and the water soothe me. But they are only turning me on even more as I lay there feeling your hands work their way down my back to my ass and down my legs working all the kinks out of my muscles and turning the flame inside me up a few more notches. Your soothing massage out here in the open with the breeze and the sound of the waves, has done nothing to relax me. My muscles that should be feeling like jello, are strung tighter than a bow waiting for the moment you still won't let me attain. Finishing my back, you roll me over to my front. Starting at my head rubbing my temples and cheeks lightly, working your way down to my chest, around the base of each of my breasts, but not the breast itself. Then down across my ribs to my stomach and the tops of my thighs. My legs fall open and I beg you, with words and actions to rub my clit, but you just move on down the rest of my leg. By now I am trembling with desire for you and the release you keep promising and teasing me about. Parting my legs you again sit in between them and slide one finger ever so carefully inside me to feel my wetness. You laugh as you tell me that there is a very wet spot on the blanket between my legs. Adding another finger to the one already inside of my pussy, you lean over and slowing suck my left nipple into your mouth, tugging on the ring and pinching the nipple ever so lightly between your teeth before moving onto the right side and doing the same thing, this time while sliding your fingers out of my pussy, and then back in as you add a third one this time. Kissing your way up my neck to my ear, you whisper, "When I touch your clit," you pause and nibble on my neck and ear before kissing your way to my other ear, "Count to ten," you nibble and kiss here before kissing your way to my mouth where you whisper against my parted lips, "and then you may cum." Count to ten I think? I don't even remember what my name is and he wants me to count to ten? Then, continuing to slide your fingers ever so slowly in and out, twisting them ever so slightly, you wind your free hand in my hair, tipping my head back, exposing my neck and making me arch my back, bringing my nipples higher, you lean down to suck one while bringing your other hand ever so slowing back into my hot, wet pussy, your thumb finally reaching my clit, where you flick it and rub it ever so lightly as I remember I am to count to ten. One. Oh God. What comes after one? Two. There's know way I came make it to ten. Three. No! Not the other nipple. Four. I arch my back even further as I climb higher up that mountain, searching for the top. Five. Almost there. Six. Hold on. Hold on. Not yet. Seven. Oh no. Please don't rub my clit harder. Eight. Oh please. Not that spot. I can't hold out if you touch there. Nine. Oh yes. Kiss me please. Ten. I am glad for your mouth covering mine as I scream and shudder under your fingers that continue to rub my clit and g spot. I can feel the wetness as it pours out of me and over your fingers as I lay there thrashing and straining against the hand still in my hair that does not let me go far. You don't stop after one, but continue to rub and nibble until I no longer move but only quiver from the aftershocks of numerous mind blowing orgasms. You finally slide your fingers from my hair and pussy, remove the cuffs and blindfold and cover me with a blanket you have brought as I return slowly to earth so my body won't get a chill from the evening air. Lying beside me you hold me close until I have enough control to flex my fingers and open my eyes. I hear the grin in your voice as you welcome me back to the land of the living. I can feel your erection straining through your jeans against my hand and I realize again you have taken nothing for yourself. I turn my hand just enough so I can cup you through your jeans. You grab my hand and move it away telling me no. "There will be time for that later. It is getting dark and we should return to the car." But I move my hand back and slide the zipper to your jeans down. Rolling to my side I undo the button as well and reach inside to free your cock from the tight confines of your jeans and underwear. You groan as I rub my fingers lightly across the tip, spreading the wetness I find there down and around the shaft. "Roll onto your back and slide your jeans down so I can give you pleasure now." You do as I ask, protesting only a little more that it is getting late and dark and we should be heading back now. But as I rise up on my knees, the blanket falling to the ground, you fall silent; your words ending on a groan as I stroke my hand ever so slowly back to the top. Finding the bottle of oil you have left out, I squirt a little into my hands, rub them together to make sure they are lightly coated, and proceed to stroke my right hand up and down, slowly but firmly while the left moves to caress your balls. You groan and arch your hips, gripping the blanket with both your hands, the pleasure building, begging me to stop my sweet torture. It's too much after watching and teasing me earlier. But I don't stop. I stroke my hand up and down a couple more times while fondling your balls until I know you are not going to last a minute longer. Then I lean over placing my lips right at the tip. Slowly beginning to swallow your aching length deep into my hot mouth. Finally coming to a stop with you deep in my throat, you move one hand to my head trying to pull it away as you tell me you are going to cum. I just rub my tongue against your cock in answer - sending you over the edge into a massive climax that has you groaning my name as you shoot down my throat. Feeling you start to relax, I begin to slowing move back up your length, sucking and licking until I reach the top where I swirl my tongue one last time around the head before I release you from my mouth. One more loving squeeze to the balls I have been playing with the entire time, I release them as I sit back on my heels. "Now we can go home", I say as you pull me down for a long lingering, caressing kiss. Both of us touching the other. It was a good thing we had brought flashlights with us, and neither of us had to be anywhere early the next morning because it was very late (or was it early?) before we left our beach that night. Anticipation Rose sighed with relief as she unlocked the door to her small midtown apartment, holding two bags of groceries in her left arm. It had been one hell of a long day for her, dealing with one crisis after another at the office, then the long drive through traffic, followed by another long wait at the grocery store. And all day long she had been feeling that special tickle down below her stomach. The one that said to her, I know what you need, I know how to relieve that stress. It had been hard, facing her co-workers and trying to maintain a professional demeanour when all she really wanted to do was strip off her skirt and blazer, rip off her blouse and let her fingers, her wonderful, magical fingers, play their song on her. Not that she would have gotten any complaints if she had given in to those urges. At five feet, three inches, Rose had the curves that made most men drool. Luscious breasts, 34C, and a narrow waist that flowed into full, womanly hips. And days like this, she garnered more than the usual attention. It was like she gave off some pheromone that told everyone near to her that she was excited, she was ready. But no, the wild creature inside her had to be tamed, had to be kept under control. At the office it wasn't too difficult - she had plenty of distractions to take her mind off her body. Although the sensations crept in at the oddest moments. The slight breeze on her thighs when she crossed her legs, the trickle of sweat that eased its way down her neck at that morning's board meeting, the sight of her full red lips as she freshened her make-up in the ladies' room. But despite the feelings teasing her body, Rose focused on her job and got everything done, all crises solved, all decisions made. However, once she got into her car for the drive home, things changed. Without the office to focus on, the feelings from her body became much stronger. The pressure of the seatbelt as it stretched across her breast started her nipples tingling. Looking down, Rose could see the hardened tips pushing through her blouse, and she had to fight the impulse to tweak them, pinch them. To feel that jolt of pleasure connecting her nipples to her pussy. When her skirt slid back as she settled in the driver's seat, Rose's attention was again drawn downward. The movement as her legs pressed together and then apart, right foot finding the gas pedal, caused a delicious sensation of pressure against her crotch. Despite herself, Rose swayed her leg back and forth a few times, revelling in the feelings. Taking in a sharp breath, she opened her eyes (when had she closed them?) and started the car. The growling vibration went straight to her pussy. For a second Rose felt like she was riding the biggest vibrator imaginable. Then she realized what was happening and moved her foot. The engine dropped back down to a gentle idle, but she could still feel the throbbing deep inside herself. Gripping the wheel tightly, Rose tore out of her parking space and onto the road. She needed to get home, quickly. But as soon as the thought formed, she realized that there was one stop she'd have to make. The fridge and cupboard at home were practically empty. She'd need to pick up a few groceries if she wanted to eat tonight. Although that wasn't the hunger she was thinking of at the moment. Each minute on the drive home was an agony. Her car could only creep forward a few feet at a time, with occasional burst of speed up to twenty miles an hour. At one stoplight Rose glanced around at her fellow commuters. Everyone she could see seemed bored. Some were yawning, a few chatting with passengers in their cars, most just staring at the bumper straight ahead of them. Rose rested her hand on her knee, and then almost unconsciously stroked a few inches up the inside of her thigh. When she realized what she had done, Rose's eyes flashed frantically to the neighbouring cars, but no one was paying any attention to her. It was a shock to Rose, once she understood that there was no way anyone could she what was happening in her car. Feeling daring, adventurous, and oh-so-naughty, Rose let her hand slide further. Inch by inch up along her creamy-white thigh, the feel of her skin alive under her fingertips. She had almost reached the edge of her panties before the material of her skirt stopped any further progress of her hand. Moving her left leg did little to help, and Rose growled softly in frustration. The car ahead of her began moving forward, and she pulled her hand off her leg, gripping the steering wheel tight enough to whiten the knuckles on both hands. The heat was building between her legs, warming from the low simmer it had been on all day. At the next light, Rose slammed the car into Park, and without looking around at all, quickly lifted her hips, hitching her skirt up at the same time. Stepping on the brake, she slipped back into gear and waited for the light to change. A quick glance around showed that her fellow travellers hadn't noticed anything. Rose's hand returned to her leg, quickly following the path it had forged earlier. With a gasp of relief, she felt her panties underneath her fingers, the silky material smooth and soft, and just starting to moisten. Her breath catching in her throat, Rose slid her hand up and down, lightly tracing the contours of her pussy lips through the cloth. The tickling pressure turned her on even more, and the moisture passed through her panties and onto her middle two fingers. Slipping the digits slightly higher, Rose made a tentative circling motion over her clit, gasping in delight at the pleasurable jolt that shot through her center. The blaring of a car horn behind her forced Rose's attention away from her smouldering pussy. She glared at the driver in the rear-view mirror, and grudgingly began moving forward again. Shortly she found herself turning in to the supermarket lot. I'll just run in, grab a few things and get home, she thought. Walking quickly from her car to the automatic doors, Rose could feel her pussy lips sliding against each other. The friction kept the fires of her arousal burning, and she grabbed the necessary items off the shelves as hastily as she could. She made good time, too, until she ended up in the checkout line from Hell. There were only a half-dozen people in front of her, but each one seemed to take forever to ring up. The pulsing sensation between her thighs was a constant distraction, and Rose began shifting her weight from one leg to another in a vain attempt to quell these feelings. It wasn't until she felt the cool sensation on the inside of her thigh that she stopped. Giving in to her body's demands had caused the usual reaction, only this time she wasn't at home in bed feeling the lubricating juices sliding across her skin. She was in line at the fucking supermarket! Rose immediately looked around, searching for any indication that someone had noticed anything out of the ordinary. That man, scratching his nose - did he smell something not usually associated with groceries? The woman behind her was staring, what had she seen? Oh God, get me out of here! Rose pleaded internally. "Miss? You're next." The clean-cut young cashier prompted Rose out of her worries. He scanned her few items and bagged them for her. "That'll be $27.42, please." Rose paid and rushed back to her car as fast as she could, trying to behave normally. Throwing the bags in her trunk, she started up the car and drove off. Although her pussy was still hot and wet and pulsing in time with her heartbeat, Rose concentrated grimly on getting home without any further distractions. It was only a few blocks, and she made it in record time. Getting out and slamming the car door shut, Rose grabbed the groceries from her trunk and rushed into the apartment building. The elevator seemed to take forever to come down, and Rose found herself dancing from foot to foot, like she needed to pee and was barely holding it in. The ding! of the elevator was sweet music to her ears, and Rose stabbed at the fourth-floor button. Once on the right floor, she rushed to her doorway and fumbled in her purse for the keys. Finally she found the key ring, and with a sigh of relief unlocked the door, closing it behind her as she dropped the bags to the floor. Later there would be time to sort the groceries, put them away, cook her meal. Right now, she needed to come, and come hard! Fingers flying over her buttons and zippers, Rose swiftly stripped off her clothes as she stumbled into the living room. The trail of clothing showed her path, blazer and skirt by the door, blouse in the hallway, bra on top of the television. By the time she fell onto her couch, all Rose had on were the silky, wet panties she had been running her fingers over on the ride home. Pulling the crotch to the side, Rose sighed with relief as she stroked her pussy lips. The juices of her excitement shone on her fingertips, and she lifted her hand up to her face. She inhaled, enjoying the musky odour before licking her fingers clean, one by one. But her eagerness wouldn't allow for any further play. She needed to come, right now! Rose quickly slipped off her panties and lay back on the couch, lifting one leg to rest on the top of it. The other foot was planted on the floor, and Rose delighted at how open this left her. Pinching her nipple with her right hand, she slid two fingers into her hot, oily pussy. The feeling of her pussy lips spreading, and the muscles inside grasping at the invading digits made Rose groan loudly, and she quickly began pumping them in and out of her excited pussy. GOD! That feels so fucking GOOD! she cried to herself. Lifting her head up slightly, she raised her breast to her mouth. Sucking on her nipple caused another jolt of pleasure to shoot through her body. After a few seconds, though, she let her head fall back onto the cushions. Her left hand never stopped sliding in and out of her burning pussy. The thick liquid of her pleasure covering her fingers and starting to trickle down toward her ass. Her right hand joined her left, and she began a circling motion on her clit. The feeling increased as she rubbed faster, and then slower but with more pressure. Rose kept varying her technique, each change raising her arousal a notch higher. Her eyes had closed on their own, and they fluttered open as she raised her head again. Looking down at her pussy, at the hands manipulating her flesh, was incredibly exciting for Rose. Her fingers danced across her skin in a symphony of bliss. Then the open window that she was facing caught her eye. It was the floor-to-ceiling window that opened onto her balcony, and anyone in the buildings across the street would be able to see right into her living room. Normally she closed the curtains when she got home, but this time... The thought that she could be giving some unknown Peeping Tom the show of a lifetime shot through Rose like a lightning bolt. She began whimpering softly, yes, yes, oh yes, as her left hand plunged deeper into her pussy and her right became a blur over her clit. The feelings rose and rose within her, higher and higher, until finally... They burst into an explosion of delight. Her fingers kept moving as Rose chanted to herself, I'm coming, I'm coming, over and over again. Finally, though, the feelings ebbed and Rose let her head fall back onto the couch with a deep sigh. Her right hand moved up to pinch lightly at her nipples as she drew her soaking left hand across her mouth. She licked the dew from her fingers, slowly, thoroughly, taking her time. I guess I should get started on supper, Rose thought as she glanced down the hallway to the groceries lying by the doorway. Then she spotted a substantial-looking zucchini sitting on the floor. It was pointing directly at her. Hmm, she reconsidered. Maybe supper can wait just a while longer. Anticipation ...I imagine spending some time with you. The tension would be high because you know that I want to make love with you... and I know that you know. It would be a couple of hours of nervous conversation, that we both know would end it what's been building for months now. I picture following you up the stairs to my bedroom, neither of us saying a word. We make the turn at the top of the stairs into my bedroom and you stop as I move behind you. I lean close to you from behind, my head bending forward, smelling your hair... My fingers move to your hair and gently pull it aside, letting my lips find your neck. I kiss your neck and hear a slight breath escape from your lips. My hands move to your shoulders and rest there for a moment as my chest presses into your back. My hands move down your arms, my palms cupping the sides of them as they travel further down. I pull you back into me, the full lengths of our bodies pressing together. I feel your ass pressed against my cock... and a breath escapes my lips. I move my hands around to the front, and hold them against your belly... then begin to move them upward. I can feel your ribs as my hands move higher... and higher. I feel the swell of the outside of your breasts, then my hands move inward... cupping both breasts in my hands and pulling you tighter to my body. Your head leans back onto my shoulder as I kiss your neck, my hands gently lifting and squeezing your breasts... I love how they feel in my hands. You turn to face me. We kiss... gently at first, then with more passion. My hands move down your back and onto your ass. Like your breasts, my hands gently squeeze your ass, pulling you into me. My cock presses against your tummy and I begin to harden against you.. I move my hands up slightly... and take the hem of your shirt between my fingers. Slowly, I pull upwards... exposing the skin on your back to the coo air. We part slightly, and you raise your arms. I pull your shirt up and off. You step back a step, allowing me to see you standing there in your jeans and black bra. My eyes travel from your eyes, down over your lips, to your neck, then to your breasts covered by the bra. Our eyes lock again, and you reach behind you... and unclasp your bra. I watch as it falls off your arms, and down to the floor. Your perfect breasts are fully exposed to my eyes for the first time. A deep sigh escapes me as I take in the sight. So beautiful... the shape, the soft skin... and the perfect brown nipples. Without touching you anywhere else, I bend forward and my tongue quickly flicks across one nipple. Then my lips press against it, gently kissing. My lips part as I take your nipple between them... gently sucking as my tongue flicks across it. I kneel down in front of you. My hands move to your breasts as I look up into your eyes. Gently, firmly I touch your breasts. Watching the way the skin moves beneath my hands and fingers. Slowly my hands begin to move downward. Just the finger tips touching your skin. Moving lower, you can feel my fingertips teasing your tummy. You giggle as I reach a ticklish spot. Our eyes are locked as my fingers reach the button on your jeans. Your tongue licks your lips as I undo the button... then lower the zipper. Your fingers run through my hair, gently pulling my face forward. I open your jeans, and gently pull them down. Your hand in my hair pulls my head forward until my face presses against your panties. I inhale deeply, feeling the material of your panties on my nose and lips... smelling your scent and desire. My hands move up the back of your bare legs to your ass. I run my fingers beneath the back of your panties and pull you tight against my face... my hands firmly squeezing your ass... my tongue flicking across the material of your panties... reaching the soft skin of your inner thighs.... I look up your body, my face buried in your panties. You look into my eyes as your hands hold your breasts... your fingers pulling and twisting your nipples. I see a look of lust in your eyes as my fingers grab the elastic of your panties. Keeping my face pressed into your crotch, I pull your panties down... Lower and lower until the material is no longer between my lips and your pussy. Quickly, my tongue darts out and makes contact with your clit. I hear you gasp... and turn my head to the side. My lips kiss your inner thigh. First one, then the other. My tongue traces from the inside of your knee, all the way up one leg, and then down the inside of the other one. You look at me with a look that tells me what you want... never loosing eye contact, my lips kiss the lips of your pussy. Its so wet, and I can taste you on my lips. I press harder against you, and part my lips... My tongue pushes out... and between the lips of your pussy. Slowly, the tip of my tongue flicks back and forth, opening you more with each flick... and pushing deeper inside you. I push my tongue inside you as far as I can, and lick upwards as I slowly pull it out... it brushes across your clit. I move my lips higher, and kiss your clit, my tongue flicking back and forth across it... Your knees begin to weaken, and I let my tongue trail up your body as I stand. Across your landing strip... past your belly button... between your breasts... over your throat... and finally, to your lips. We kiss deeply, your juices still on my lips. Gently I push you toward the bed... You fall back onto the bed, your hips right at the edge. I stand between your legs and quickly lower my pants... looking down at you, your hands are gently squeezing your breasts, fingers lightly tracing circles around your nipples. I see your chest rise and fall as your breath quickens... My eyes move down your body... across your belly button and over your neatly trimmed pussy. I stare for a moment, taking in the sight... so beautiful... so inviting. My hands move to your legs. I lift at the knees, placing your heels on the edge of the bed causing your knees to bend, and your legs to open... my palms press against your inner thighs as I gently push outward... opening your legs. Slowly my palms move down your inner thighs, enjoying the feel of that soft, special skin. Down lower and lower until my thumbs rest against the lips of your pussy. I step closer and gently open you with my thumbs. I look into your eyes and see nothing but passion... desire. I let my thumbs move up and down your outer lips, exciting you... feeling you get wetter and wetter... One of my hands moves to my cock... now so hard from the images I have been enjoying. I gently stroke it. My fist tight around the shaft, letting the head fill with blood. I guide it toward you... the head gently touching your clit.... I move my cock up and down, spreading your lips open, just letting the head penetrate... then up and over your clit. Teasing it... pressing against it with the head of my cock. The only contact between our bodies – the head of my cock and your clit. Not being able to stand the teasing anymore, you quietly say to me, "please..." I smile, and put the head of my cock at your opening... and gently push. Slowly, persistently... inch by inch my cock enters you. I feel you surround me. The feeling is so warm, so wet, so... exciting. For these months I have wondered, fantasized... desired this first time. Now my cock is finally inside you. I push deeply, allowing my cock to rest fully inside you... and I hold it there – lost in the feeling of your pussy surrounding my cock. It feels so good. I look down to where our bodies are joined, and wish I could remember this sight forever. My cock buried deep inside you, your legs spread wide. My thumbs return to your inner thighs, and the place where we become one. I gently begin to move my hips... pulling my cock out of your pussy, then pushing back inside. Slowly – fully. It feels so good. I rub up and down your lips with my thumbs... and press against your clit with each thrust of my hips. I can feel my balls slap against your ass as my cock pushes inside you... I can hear the depth of your breathing. Faster and faster... I don't want this time to last. There will be time for that later... right now I want you. I want to take you. I want to push my cock deep inside you and feel your body surround mine. I feel every inch of you as my cock slides in and out. I can hear the noise of our juices mixing. I can see the passion on your face and in your body. Faster and faster... not trying to hold out... Trying only to experience sex with you... to experience making love to you. You turn me on so much. I feel my climax build... my muscles tighten, my breathing is short, my cock hardens and swells.... I pull out fully, then push back inside. In and out.. over and over again... then... I feel the climax start and push my cock deep inside you... feeling your pussy surround my cock as I begin to cum. My back arches as my cum shoots into you... it is a primal feeling... a dominating feeling... over and over again my cock erupts... then as quickly as it built, it subsides. I exhale a breath I had been holding for what seemed like hours, and fall forward. My cock still inside you, I press my chest against yours... and we kiss. My hand holds your face, just lost in your eyes. Slowly my cock softens, and I roll over onto the bed beside you. My hand rubs your breasts and tummy... I smile and ask, "can we do that again?" Anticipation When I woke up on that glorious summer morning, the first thing I thought of, and wanted more than anything, was sex -- hot, erotic sex. Bri was still asleep, her long, thick chestnut hair splayed across the pillow. She was wearing only a sheer pale blue summer nightgown that had ridden up to expose her luscious bare ass. Her cheeks were slightly parted, the delicious pucker between them hidden in the shadow of her fragrant cleft. Just thinking about it made me hard within seconds. As my hand roamed lightly down her side, Bri awoke and smiled at me. "Now, now. None of that. We've got a busy day ahead..." And with that, she was up and heading for the kitchen, leaving me there with my desire and my hard-on, neither of which fully went away that day. We had our coffee and bagels out on the back deck, and her buxom, sexy naked body was clearly visible through that nightgown. It was driving me nuts and she knew it. The day was going to be a scorcher, and that only made me feel more lusty. But when I reached out and cupped Bri's ass as she walked by with her empty mug and plate, she laughed and said, "Why do I think I know what you want?" I smiled sheepishly. "Well, let's get the yard work done and tonight we'll have some fun, okay?" "Tonight?" I said meekly. "That's almost forever. How will I ever make it?" "You'll find a way." It wasn't easy. Bri went upstairs to change into her gardening clothes and I followed. Seeing her naked only fueled my fire, especially when she went into the bathroom that way, clothes in hand, and closed the door. I stood in front of our mirror, pulled my cock out of my underwear and slowly stroked my aching erection. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. There's nothing quite like the sweet agony of sexual craving. It makes you appreciate absolutely everything about your lover's body and everything about sex -- the sights, scents, tastes, and senations to touching, sucking, licking, fucking and coming. Does anything feel better than s long session of hot, horny, sensual sex capped off by a wickedly good, long, intense orgasm? The sweat and heat of summer makes it even better, if that's possible. After a couple of minutes, Bri called out from the bathroom, "Would you bring me some paper?" Her request broke my reverie, so I fetched a roll from the hall closet and knocked gently on the bathoom door. "Just bring it in," she said, "I don't want to get up..." I think she was trying to torture me. Bri was still nude and sitting on the toilet. "This always happens when I poop, there's no damn paper left," she said with partly-serious exasperation while reaching out for the roll. "You think you'd learn to replace it when you use it all up." "Sorry," I said, as I handed it to her. Then I just sort of stood there, riveted by the sight of her body -- especially the landing strip of reddish pubic hair peeking out from between her thighs. Totally at ease with such an ordinarily private matter, Bri tore off a handful of tissue and reached between her legs. Dropping the tissue in the bowl, she sought another handful. The casual intimacy of the moment jacked up my arousal even more. Feeling torn between my horniness and my awkwardness at just staring at her while she cleaned her bottom, I grabbed my toothbrush and turned on the tap. As I brushed, Bri stood up, turned around and flushed the toilet. The sight made my erection ache and it was almost heartbreaking to watch her get dressed. Again, she seemed to be willfully teasing me. The first thing she put on was a pair of thin white socks. Then a yellow t-shirt. Then the phone rang, and she walked out bare-assed and took the call. She occasionally twirled her hair and looked at me while she spoke, her pelvis and pussy cocked just so. I was taking my sweet time brushing my teeth so I could just look at her. Such a beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman. Our eyes meeting, Bri licked her lips and smiled slyly before turning around and bending over to pick something off the floor. Her ass cheeks parted, giving me an excruciating glimpse of her anus and pussy lips. Man, I wanted her so much. As we hauled bags of soil, raked, dug and gardened in the bright sunshine, 90-degree heat and wilting humidity, I kept gazing at Bri's rear. It was clad in blue jean shorts that accentuated its roundness and I couldn't wait to get at it. Bri knows how much I love the way her ass smells and tastes by the end of a long day. Like many guys, I really get off on licking a woman's anus as it is, not when she is squeaky clean and right out of the shower. Bri gets more turned on, too. The best recipe for out most exciting times are when I know she used the toilet like she did that morning, hasn't showered and has worked up a sweat during the day. Call it the kinky thrill, the sheer naughty intimacy, of tasting your lover's slightly dirty asshole, and Bri knows she never has to hesitate to offer her rear to me at any time. It thrills her that I love the taste of her anus. It's addictively delicious and makes me slowly run the tip of my tongue around the soft inner walls of her rectum to savor every flavor and sensation as well as her reaction. I could stay there forever, my face buried in the plush warmth of her fragrant nude bottom. The day crawled by as my thoughts remained consumed by sex with Bri. Sometimes I went inside to use the bathroom, and while I was in there, I stroked myself to the edge of coming while imagining the delights to be. If things went right, it was going to be the perfect storm of my intense horniness and her summer-kissed body. The mere thought of licking and tasting her hot, sweaty ass almost made me come a couple of times, but I wanted to stay as horny as I could for when we actually got down to it. It seemed like we'd never finish the work outside. We were both dripping by the time evening arrived, and after we had some lemonade in the air conditioned house, I followed her upstairs. My cock was hard and aching and I was almost crazy with desire. Standing in our bedroom, Bri peeled off her moist yellow t-shirt, freeing her sexy big breasts. When she opened the clasp of her shorts, I quickly stepped over to help her. "Can't wait can you?" she asked as I pulled them and her white panties down. She looked so fantastic, I planted a kiss on her open lips as she said, "I think I'll stay like this after my shower. It's much more comfortable..." She was still at it. Bri often lounges around the house nude and she knows how it affects me. This time, I kissed her again, and grabbed her ass with both hands. "I think I should take a shower, you know...." she said, looking me in the eye. But it was too late and she knew it. I nuzzled her ear and licked at her neck. Her skin was deliciously salty and my attentions made her press her sweet nude body against me. "You sure make it hard on a guy," I said. "Pun intended," she laughed. "You know, I like the anticipation of sex, too. I just wanted to build this up...." "You did a masterful job," I said as I slowly dropped to my knees, leaving a trail of kisses and licks to each salty breast and erect nipple, then to her stomach. Her hands gently caressed the back of my head as I went. When I reached her finely-trimmed pussy, Bri spread her legs slightly and I ran my tongue over the lips of her swollen, wet vagina. Her scent was strong and sweet and I was soon licking intently, stopping every so often to run my tongue along the inside of each creamy soft thigh as she held my head and watched me. I was going crazy for my ultimate destination, but I wanted to get her fully turned-on. After several minutes of licking Bri's honey-slick cunt and listening to her moan, I felt her pull away. She walked over to the bed, seductively wiggling her ass at me, and lay down on her back, spreading her legs luxuriously. I knelt on the floor and went back to work, running my tongue deep into her pink slit. I could tell she was getting close to coming when she began to grind her cunt against my face, but as my tongue sought her g-spot, she suddenly sat up and said in the most sexy hoarse voice, "I know what you really want to lick...." My heart began to pound as Bri languidly rolled over onto her stomach, offering her ass. Standing up, somewhat wobbly in my lust, I caressed and massaged her back before beginning another descent of kisses and licks. The salt on her skin was so good, and as I brushed my lips over her ass cheeks, my penis throbbed for what lay between them.... I gently parted Bri's plump buttocks and slowly inhaled. The scent was intoxicatingly musky, the skin in the cleft of her ass moist and warm. I tried to take as long as I could just to realize it. "Mmmm," I sighed. The big dark circle of Bri's anus awaited my tongue. The taste of salty bitterness intensified as it reached her soft pucker and I almost came. "Mmmmmm, that feels so good," she sighed as I let the broad flat of my tongue linger on her gently wrinkled asshole. The taste was more arousing than I had ever esperienced, and I began to work my tongue inside her. Her hole relaxed and I entered, met by an intense indescribably erotic flavor that would have made me come if my throbbing penis been touched in any way. I spent the next five minutes or so slowly and deliberately tongue-fucking her ass. I licked, sucked, and probed, eagerly seeking her rectum -- the soft wonderland beyond the smooth, almost rubbery ring of her sphincter -- as her madly arousing scent filled my nostrils. Eventually, Bri's rear began to buck against my face and she came hard, rolling her face on the blanket as her anus spasmed and clenched my tongue. I gently eased back on licking as her wave of release subsided. Then I stood up to fumble with the clasp of my jeans. Stumbling as I tried to pull them off my sweaty legs, I climbed onto the bed. Bri rolled onto her side and I kneeled next to her, offering my throbbing hard penis to her mouth. "Mmmm, I love your cock and balls when you're sweaty," she said. Reaching up, she gently took my erection in her hand, caressed the big, pink head and began to suck. The sight and sensation of my cock in her mouth made me fight for control. She didn't make it easy by cupping my balls and then running her hand into the hot, wet crack of my ass. I could feel her finger massaging and probing my asshole as she pleasured my leaking dick with her warm, soft tongue and mouth. A big beam of golden light from the sunset washed over us and I never wanted this moment to end. It was all I had yearned for and it got better. "Fuck my ass," Bri said softly as she kissed my penis. "Mmmm, I love you," I said, leaning down to kiss her. Bri rolled over onto her stomach and assumed a semi-kneeling position with her ass up and her cheeks parted. I kissed each one and then gave her musky, moist asshole a few more licks. It felt soft and pliant, ready to go. Fighting hard not to come, I placed the head of my cock on her anus and gently pushed. She pushed back and it easily slid inside her about a half inch. The tightness sent an electric bolt of pleasure to the sensitive underside of my cockhead and I gasped. So did Bri. Slowly easing out a bit, I began another slow push, this time going in about an inch. "Oh god that's good," she moaned. As I gazed at her bare ass and my hard cock in her anus, I could see she was playing with her pussy. In and out. Slowly. In and out. A little deeper each time as she whimpered in pleasure. The tide of orgasm was straining the walls of my resistance. I didn't want this to end. This felt too good. Looked too good. Smelled too good. The taste of her ass on my tongue was too good. The combination of sweat and saliva allowed my steel-hard erection to slide in and out of Bri's ass very comfortably. I was able to get my cock about three-quarters of the way inside her when she came. After two or three more slow deep thrusts as she cried out, I lost it, doubling over onto her back and riding a fierce wave of release as my warm semen filled her rectum. We remained that way for several minutes, with me kissing the back of her sweaty neck as my cock slowly softened. Eventually, her anus contracted and just pushed my penis out. "Oh my, I'll have to shower next time," she said, reaching for the tissue box on the nightstand as I lay down next to her. "Don't even dream of it," I sighed as Bri lovingly cleaned my cock and kissed the head. "There you go. Happy now?" she said, with a warm smile as she wadded the tissue in her hand. Deliriously so. Anticipation She was so nervous. Her hand was trembling as she adjusted the volume on the car radio. Just a few more miles and she would be at the airport. His flight was due to arrive in about twenty minutes. She was meeting him at the baggage claim. But she had to find a restroom and pull off the panties she was wearing. She had explained to him that she rarely wore underwear, but she would for him. The plan was to walk up and hug him when she saw him, and slip the panties in his coat pocket. She had put them on before she left home, an hour and a half ago. And she knew that by now, the anticipation and arousal she felt had made them quite damp. This all started about two years ago. They met online, in a chatroom for BBW. He said he had never dated a large woman, but liked how friendly everyone was in the room. She really didn't figure that it would lead anywhere, because he wasn't "attracted" to BBWs, but they had talked almost daily. Online and on the phone. One thing lead to another. And pretty soon, they were having phone sex a few times a week. She had never really gotten much out of phone sex; but with him, it was very intense. They talked about everything. Likes, and dislikes. Things they wanted to try but never had. Fantasies. Past relationships. Mistakes they had made. Regrets. But mostly, they talked about what really turned them on. Those simple acts that put them over the edge. How she got wild when a man stuck his tongue in her ear. How he adored feeling fingernails on his back. The way a few light swats on the butt made her orgasm more intense. How shaving made his skin so much more sensitive. And they finally made the decision that the next logical step was to meet face to face. They weren't in love. The geographical distance between them would always be a factor. But they had to move forward, or just stop talking altogether. Nothing else really made sense. So here she was, pulling into the parking garage at the airport. She made her way to the fifth floor and found a spot that was as far away from the other cars as she could get. It would mean a longer walk, but that was ok. She had a plan!! Her legs trembled as she got out of the car. She grabbed her purse and her jacket and headed toward the elevator. Her long skirt covered her best asset, her legs; but it would play a role in the fun she had planned for later. She made her way inside and found a restroom and then pulled off the panties and tucked them into her purse. She checked her appearance in the mirror and was pleased with herself. They had shared pictures with each other long ago, and she knew that her looks hadn't changed much. She made her way to baggage claim and paced a bit, checking the arrival board often. And then, there he was. Walking toward her, his face lit with a smile. He pulled her to him for a hug and she fumbled with her purse, trying to slip the panties into his jacket pocket. He started to pull back, but only long enough to look her in the eye and then lean in for a kiss. The kiss was sweet and intimate, and very reassuring. And in the midst of it all, she put her hand in his pocket and left the prize for him to find. They grabbed his luggage, and walked toward the elevator hand in hand. Both of them smiling and chattering nervously. She knew there was a long drive ahead of them, but she didn't want to wait. Now that they knew that the "spark" was real, the urge to intimacy was almost palpable. The plan she had come up with earlier just had to work! As they neared the car, he commented on how far away it was from all the other vehicles. She just giggled, and popped open the trunk. He stowed his bag and closed the trunk with a hard push. She turned to face him and leaned back against the car. He moved closer and put his hands to her cheeks, and gently kissed her until she thought her heart would stop beating. Her hands went to his chest and she moaned softly against his mouth. Their tongues exploring and tasting. Their lips nibbling and coaxing. The kiss was perfection. And when he leaned back and said, "Well, hello there," she thought she was going to melt. Just then, he put his hand in his pocket and began to laugh. "I can't believe that you really did it. You are outrageous!" She just grinned and said, "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" She slid up onto the trunk of the car and pulled him toward her. He brought his hand up to his nose and sniffed, and she saw him grin again. Her face turned red, but she knew he was turned on. And so was she. He reached down and started sliding her skirt up with one hand. He knew, now, that she was bare, and he couldn't wait to touch her. She put her hands on his waist and began to unbutton his pants and unzip him. He looked over his shoulder and realized why she had parked so far away from everyone else. And his movements took on a very real sense of urgency. He pushed her skirt up and pulled her bottom toward him. Her hands made quick work of his pants and freed his hard cock. There was no foreplay now. Just him sliding into her bare pussy. She almost screamed at the first contact. The heat and hardness of him felt so amazing. And the look on his face was so sexy. He felt her hot wet pussy and fought to hold back. He didn't want to be rough with her. He wanted to be tender and gentle. But the urge to pound himself into her was so intense, it was a real challenge. He looked into her eyes and knew she felt the same heat. And then she begged him, "Please, do it harder." He almost came right then and there! His strokes became fast and hard. He could feel her pussy clinging to his cock with each thrust. She murmured to him about how good it felt and how big his cock felt inside of her. He was lost in the feelings. And then they both heard a car approaching and stopped moving. The car was moving toward them and they knew they were caught! But then she realized that her skirt and his jacket were covering them. It would only look like they were two lovers, kissing and hugging on the back of a car, if they could be still!! The car was moving slowly, the driver intent on his cell phone conversation. And so they waited. She decided to tease him a bit. So she began to squeeze his cock with her pussy. Gently at first, then gradually more firmly. His eyes opened wide and he told her to stop. She just giggled and kept doing it. The car was close now, almost even with them. She was milking him with her wet pussy. She felt his cock grow even harder and knew she had gone to far. His whole body tensed and his eyes shut. He fought the urge to moan out loud as he began pumping his hot cum into her pussy. The car slipped passed them as he pulled her hard against his groin and emptied himself into her. His cock still inside of her, she reached down and slipped a finger onto her clit. A few quick circles and she was panting and cumming too. Her pussy twitched and pulsed on his cock, which began to harden again. She felt the length of him deep inside. "You deserve a spanking, young lady." "Yes, I do!! When can I have one?" she asked. "As soon as you can get us back to your place." Oh, the anticipation!! Anticipation There she was lying on the bed before me. Her beautiful golden brown tanned body. Her voluptuous full tits jiggled with anticipation of my cock splitting the folds of her pussy and sinking into to the depths of her body. Her pussy was smooth and her lips were tight. Nothing more than a slit in her body for me to finally slide my hard cock into. I had wanted to fuck Leslie since the first day I met her. She was an intern at work and always seemed aloof to me. She never even acted as if she noticed me. Here eyes were barely open as she looked at me. He long legs were ready to wrap around my body and pull me to her. Her golden blonde hair fell around her face and onto the pillow she was lying on. She said, "Come on Tony I want you to fuck my pussy." "I'm sorry," I responded. "I have just been dreaming of this moment for so long and you look so sexy lying there I had to take a moment and relish it." She smiled at me and said, "Well if your done relishing then get busy and stick that big hunk of meat in my pussy." I leaned forward and watched as my cock head touched her pussy. I pushed forward and watched as the head slid between her folds and popped inside her very wet and slick pussy. I kept my head down watching and again relishing every sweet inch of my cock disappearing into this vixen. Finally I was buried inside her and her legs wrapped around me. I felt her heels dig into my ass and she pulled me tight to her. I stopped to again enjoy the feeling of being completely immersed in her. She was using her pussy muscles to massage my cock and she was writhing on the bed stimulating the entire lower region of my body. It was time for me to give back so I withdrew and then plunged back inside her smooth as silk pussy. I was ready to shoot my load but fought the urge because I did not want this feeling to ever end. She was now grasping at her big full tits. Her nipples were hard and extended. Her beautiful pink areola was puckered from excitement. She was pinching her nipples causing them to extend even further. I leaned forward to help her with her predicament and sucked one of the juicy hard nubs into my mouth. I sucked and licked around it then kissed between her breasts. She squeezed her magnificent globes of flesh together around my face. Her skin smelled so erotic so clean and fresh with just a hint of perfume. I pulled my face from her cleavage, leaned further into her, and kissed her. I then knew my cock was ready to expel my cum into her sweet pussy. I pulled out of her and kissed her breasts again then her stomach then her naval then I was at the top of her slit. I crawled between her legs and in the candlelight could see her beautiful pussy. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating so I slid my hands under her tight little ass and let my tongue glide along her now gaping open vagina. I licked the inside of her lips and let my tongue glide into her softly caressing the tender skin. My tongue worked its way up to her clit and found it easily. It was hard and I could feel her heartbeat throbbing through it. I flicked it with my tongue. Leslie moaned. I let my tongue trace circles around the folds that normally hide the little hard bud. Leslie squirmed and moaned, "OHHHHH." I sucked her hard clit into my mouth drawing it even further from its hiding place. Leslie jerked and moaned, "OOHHHH FUCK YES!" I sucked and let my flattened tongue rub against it and was rewarded with her sweet tasting juices on my taste buds. I glanced up over Leslie's vulva and her flat stomach to see her pinching and rolling her hard nipples between her fingers. Leslie moaned, "OHHHH MY GAWD!" I knew I was doing something right. All I wanted was for her to release her pent up sexual energy all over my tongue and face. I again licked the length of her soaking wet pussy and stopped to suck her swollen clit and let my tongue rapidly flitter across it. Leslie's whole body jerked and she groaned, "OH FUCK! Tony I'm CUMMMING!" My whole mouth was inundated with her sweet tasting juices. She squirmed and moaned as I held onto her ass and did not let up. She quickly started to breathe very rapidly. "SON OF A BITCH!" she screamed. She locked my head between her thighs and squeezed. She was holding my head in place as she rocketed into her second orgasm. She grabbed my head and pulled me from between her legs. She kept pulling until I was at her face. She kissed my face and lips which was soaked with her juices. She held my head between her hands, looked me square in the eyes, and said, "Fuck me Tony. Fuck me NOW!" I scooted back and grabbed her hips. I rolled her over and she quickly fell into position on all fours. I looked down as the candlelight was flickering across her sweet ass. I could see her wet pussy and her puckered rosebud. I grabbed my cock and guided it to her pussy. I leaned into her and sunk it all the way in. Leslie moaned and grabbed the pillow to muffle her screams. "YES...YES...YES...She screamed into the pillow with each thrust of my cock. I looked down again to watch as my shiny slick cock was pumping in and out of her precious tight pussy. "FUCK ME HARD TONY! CUM IN MY PUSSY!" she yelled. I quickened my pace and very quickly her tight pussy was milking the cum from my body. As the hot cum raced from my groin I literally saw stars. I cannot ever remember a time when I had such an intense orgasm. I shot countless loads of cum into Leslie's hot little body. When I had finished cumming, I pulled out of her and fell on my back on the bed next to her. She laid flat on her stomach. She was trying to catch her breath. "My gawd Tony that was incredible." She huffed. +++++++++++++++++++++ I had wanted to fuck Leslie and now that I had, it was incredible. Leslie and I continued the great sex for nearly a year and now she is my wife. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Leslie and I had been married about six years when the sex slowed dramatically and it was not nearly as exciting as it once was. We had role played, mild S&M, outdoor sex and even a little public sex play to keep things interesting. All of those had become mundane as well. It's not that either of us had lost our sex appeal or that we had gotten fat and lazy. On the contrary, Leslie now twenty-nine years old if anything had gotten even sexier. Leslie is a five foot ten inch brunette with long legs. Her tits are a beautiful firm and perky thirty-four D. Her ass is tight and sexy smooth. She keeps her luscious tight-lipped pussy cleanly shaven. She gets complimentary looks from guys everywhere we go. I have stayed in great shape and stand six foot tall. Leslie had a friend, Amanda. We knew that Amanda and her husband were into swinging to keep their sex life strong. She had been talking to Leslie about it and invited us to one of their get-togethers. The next party was at their house this Saturday night. Leslie and I spent the next two days discussing it and were torn between going or not. Saturday afternoon we decided to go. Amanda had told us their was no pressure and we could simply come and meet people. The only thing is that when the party switched gears towards sex then we had to make a decision to go or stay. This way it kept simple voyeurs from hanging around and getting their jollies. Leslie and I got ready to go. Leslie came out of the bedroom wearing her sexiest outfit. It was one that she wore when we were going out in public to showoff her body. It always got reactions from men and women. It was a very sheer red silk blouse that showed off her tits with a deep cut front and no back to it. She also had on a short white pleated "schoolgirl" skirt that when she bent over nearly showed her ass. She topped it off with a pair of red high-heeled sandals. She looked sexy but you could tell she was very nervous, as was I. We got in the car and headed to Amanda's house. She asked, "Do you really want to do this?" "Are you getting cold feet?" I asked. "I'm just nervous but also excited." She responded. "I know what you mean. We can just go and see what is happening. If we decide not to stay then so be it." I added. "You know if we stay we will be watching each other fuck other people?" she remarked. "I know." I said. "Are you alright with watching me fucking other men?" she asked. "I don't know." I answered. "I do not want to do anything that will ruin our marriage." She said. "I don't either. Amanda says that it has done nothing more than make their sex life even better. Maybe it will for us too." I added. We pulled in front of Amanda and Jim's house and there were several cars already there. I walked around to Leslie's door and opened it. I reached for her hand and helped her out of the car. We walked hand in hand to the door. I rang the doorbell as my stomach was doing flip-flops. Amanda opened the door. Smiling she said, "Hi guys come on in." We stepped into the foyer and Amanda gave each of us a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Come on in and meet the gang." She said as she pointed toward the family room. We walked down a short hall into the dimly lit room. There were four other couples there and Amanda made the introductions. There was Janie and Paul who appeared to be in their early forties. Both of them were nice looking people. There was Beth and Rick who were in their late twenties like us. Beth was a true knockout and Rick was a big guy with muscles all over his body. We then met Cindy and Rod. They were probably in their mid thirties. Cindy was a blonde and slightly on the chunky side as was Rod. Finally, there was Lynda and Sean. They appeared to be in their late forties. Lynda was a very sexy older lady who had huge breasts and Sean was a salt and pepper haired man who was in excellent shape. Our host and hostess Amanda and Jim were in their thirties. Amanda was one of those people that the instant you see them you just want to fuck them. She always wore skimpy clothes and had a body that was incredible with long blonde hair and legs that were always tanned and sexy. Amanda got us a drink and said, "Try to relax and just mingle." Leslie and I had downed the drinks due to nerves and we each had about five before Amanda stood up and said, "Ok folks it's time to get started." Leslie squeezed my hand tightly. Amanda continued, "We have one new couple here tonight and as always we give them the opportunity to bow out gracefully. Leslie and Tony, do you guys want to stay or would you prefer to leave?" Leslie looked at me and I at her. She had a wild-eyed look and a look of "well?" I shrugged and she shrugged back then she said, "We'll stay." There was applause from the room. Amanda said, "Ok, but you have to follow through with the games we play. No backing out once you have committed to stay. Ok?" Leslie and I both said, "Ok." Amanda said, "Tonight we will start with our voyeur party. For the benefit of Leslie and Tony, what happens here is that all of the girls put their name in a hat. We then draw out the lucky girls name and she get in the middle of the room. The guys then all have sex with her. It can be one or all of the guys at a time. Once each guy has cum then we get on with the party and anything goes. No side sex is to take place during the start. It just simply builds the anticipation even more." Amanda then passed out pieces of paper to each girl and a pen. Leslie shakily wrote her name on the paper and gave it back to Amanda who put it in the hat. Leslie looked at me and said, "One out of six chance. Surely she wont' draw my name." I squeezed her hand and said, "Probably not." Amanda had gathered all of the names and mixed them up. She then lifted the hat above Cindy's head and said, "Cindy draw our lucky winner." My hand was sweating as Cindy reached in and drew out a piece of paper and handed it to Amanda. Amanda got a wide-eyed look and said, "Wow, beginners luck. Leslie you are our lucky girl tonight." I could tell her knees went weak and her breathing immediately became rapid and shallow. She looked at me with a scared look on her face and then smiled and squeezed my hand. She let loose of my hand and I watched as she walked to the center of the room. Everyone in the room began disrobing. Leslie was standing in the middle of the room on a large blue mat like the one they use in wrestling matches. She looked scared and nervous as she watched everyone taking off their clothes. Soon she and I were the only ones in the room with our clothes on. I glanced around as several of the men were anticipating fucking my wife as they were already sporting hard ons. Our host Jim started for Leslie. Rick followed him. Jim said to Leslie, "Just relax and enjoy. Nobody here is going to do anything to hurt you or anything that you do not want done." He walked behind her and began rubbing her shoulders to ease her into being touched. Rick got on the floor at her feet and began running his fingers lightly up and down the calves of her sexy legs. I assume the feeling of having someone touching her body was beginning to cause her to get aroused. Leslie's nipples were hard beneath the fabric of her silky blouse. Rod then walked onto the mat and began stroking her arm. Paul then joined them on the mat and stroked her other arm. Sean then joined them and sat at her feet stroking her other leg. Leslie was beginning to succumb to the pleasure of being attended to so gently. I then noticed that my cock was hard. Amanda walked to me and said, "Tony, it is much easier if you are there relaxing her and take the first step." Amada then stood in front of me and began unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled it off my shoulders and then reached for my belt. She unzipped my jeans and pulled them down with my briefs. I kicked off my shoes and Amanda bent down and pulled off my socks. She then pulled my jeans to my ankles and I stepped out of them. She whispered in my ear, "Go, have fun with your wife, and when you are done come look me up because I want some of your gorgeous cock." In a daze, I walked onto the mat with all of the other guys rubbing and stroking on Leslie. I walked up to her and kissed her. I then reached for the tie around her neck holding up her blouse. When it came loose, her top fell to her waist and her firm full tits with the extremely hard nipples came into view. I kissed her again and she reached for my cock. She wrapped her shaking hand around it and began stroking it. The others had been apparently waiting for this signal. Suddenly two hands appeared and began massaging her tits. I also saw her skirt hitting the floor. Leslie and I just stood there looking into each other's eyes as she pulled on my cock. Hands were now all over her body. As I was looking at her, suddenly her eyes closed and she rolled her head back. I glanced down and one of the guys had his hand on her pussy and was massaging and fingering it. She then melted to the floor on her knees. I was in front of her and there were four other cocks surrounding her head. She instinctively opened her mouth and sucked my cock in. She began bobbing back and forth on my hard cock as she reached out with her hands, grabbed the cocks on either side of her, and began stroking them. I looked down and Rick had gone around and crawled under her on his back and was licking and sucking her pussy. She was riding back and forth on his tongue as she sucked my cock and stroked two others. The other two guys were behind her stroking their own hard cocks waiting for their turn. Leslie then suddenly let loose of my cock with her mouth and turned her head. She was now sucking on Sean's cock. She shifted one hand to stroke me and the other went to Jim behind her and began stroking his cock. It was a surreal moment looking down at your wife whom you had watched sucking your cock so many times to see her with another man's cock sliding in and out of her tightly stretched red lips. She was moaning on Sean's cock as Rick continued his tongue-lashing of her pussy. I looked down as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Leslie moaned again, "MMMMMMMM" as her mouth was full of cock. I felt Rick sliding between my legs so that his cock was lined up with my wife's pussy. I looked down as he grabbed the base of his cock and pointed it at her pussy. Leslie must have felt the cock at her entrance and squatted down on it. I was still in a daze as I watched Rick's hard cock slip into my wife. "MMMMMMMMMM!" she moaned again as his cock filled her tight little pussy. Leslie then turned again and sucked Rod's fat cock into her mouth. She kept a hand on me and was stroking me. I'm not sure if it was to make sure I was not left out or if it was to make sure I did not leave her. She was bobbing up and down on Ricks cock as Paul maneuvered around in front of her. He got on his knees and began massaging her clit as Rick's cock fucked her pussy. She then let loose of my cock and let Rod's fat cock leave her mouth. She leaned back putting her hands on Rick's thighs. She rolled her head back and Jim placed his cock at her mouth. Rod, Sean and I all began stroking our cocks watching the action. I could not help to be turned on by the sight of this sexy woman in such a complete state of arousal. Leslie let Jim's cock fall from her mouth and moaned, "Oh Fuck!" Her whole body jerked and convulsed as Paul continued rubbing her sensitive clit. Rick then moaned and said, "Fuck baby I'm cumming." Leslie rose off his cock just as he shot his load. He shot his load all over his stomach. Rick then slid out from under Leslie. Leslie then got on all fours. She again grabbed my cock and pulled me to my knees. Jim who was behind her wasted no time getting on his knees. She sucked my cock into her mouth at the same time that Jim grabbed his cock and shoved it fully into her. She groaned on my cock at the sudden intrusion. Sean got under Leslie and began sucking on her nipples as they swung below her body. Jim was pounding into her so hard he was nearly making her gag on my cock forcing more of me into her than she had ever attempted before. Jim was pumping fast and did not last long. He groaned and I watched as he pulled out of my wife and shot his load onto her lower back and her ass. With Rick and Jim now out of the way Rod quickly jumped his plump little body behind my wife. He grabbed his fat cock and pointed it toward Leslie's pussy. Leslie groaned, "OHHHHHH" on my cock as Rod inserted his fat cock into her. Paul got on his knees next to me and Leslie switched to suck his cock. I watched as her lips slid up and down on his cock. Paul looked at me and said, "Damn Tony you are a lucky man. She can really suck cock." Leslie then switched back to me and nearly swallowed my cock down her throat. I knew she was horny as hell because she had never sucked me that deep before. She switched back to Paul as he grabbed her head and was fucking her mouth. He was pulling her head back and forth on his cock as he pumped his hips. He then caused her to gag hard as he held his cock deep in her throat. Paul groaned, "OHHHH FUCK BABY!" His body jerked as he held Leslie's head in place. She gagged again and I saw Paul's cum running from the corners of her mouth. After he had finished unloading down my wife's throat he released her head and left the mat. Rod was moaning now with each stroke as he threw his head back. Rod pulled out and shot his load onto her back and ass to mix with Jim's sperm. When Rod had finished with her, he withdrew and left the mat. I pulled my cock from her mouth and got on my back. She crawled up my body until she was over my cock. She reached for it and guided it to her pussy. Her pussy was hotter than I have ever felt it. The cum mixture that had been deposited on her back and ass was now running onto my balls and thighs. Anticipation Sean got off the floor where he had been sucking her tits and stood next to her. She turned her head and grabbed the base of his cock. She opened her mouth and placed Sean's cock in it. She sucked him deep as I sat there and watched the scene. Her pussy was contracting on my cock. She was trying to milk the cum from my balls. I felt my orgasm coming and had no control at this time to stop it. I raised my ass off the mat as I shot my load deep into her torrid pussy. After my orgasm had subsided, she climbed off my body with Sean's cock in her hand. She then laid on her back on the mat and spread her legs. Sean quickly climbed between them and slid his cock into her cum drenched pussy. I got up and left the mat. I turned to watch as Sean's cock was pumping in and out of my wife's pussy. She was moaning at each stroke and had her legs tightly wrapped around his waist pulling him into her. She grabbed her tits and was squeezing her nipples as she nearly screamed, "OHHHH FUCK I'm CUMMMMMMING!" Her body jerked as she grabbed her nipples between her fingers and pulled her nipples hard away from her body. Sean moaned and leaned into her as he shot his load into Leslie's pussy. Leslie let her legs fall to the mat and Sean climbed from between them as his deflating cock slipped from her shimmering pussy. Now that all of the guys had cum the other ladies who had been patiently standing by and watching nearly attacked any man by them. As I looked at my cum covered wife lying like a limp rag on the mat, Amanda came to me and dropped to her knees. She grabbed my flaccid cock and sucked it into her mouth. I looked down at this exquisitely beautiful woman with her ruby red lips wrapped around my cock. Her beautiful green eyes were smiling up at me. I had been anticipating this moment since we first decided to come to the party. My cock quickly became hard again as she has always been for me one of those women that you wonder, "What would she be like in bed." I believed my fantasy was about to come to life. I looked over to my well-fucked wife as she sat up on the mat and watched as her friend was sucking her husbands cock. I knew what she was feeling as I had just been through watching her suck and fuck five different guys. When Amanda had my cock sufficiently hard, she spun around on all fours. She looked over her shoulder and said, "Come on Tony fuck me!" I got down on my knees behind her and looked at her exposed ass and pussy. I grabbed the base of my cock and touched it to her pussy lips. She suddenly lurched back and half my cock dove into her. I leaned forward and sunk the rest of the way into her wet pussy. Leslie continued to watch as I fucked her friend. I glanced around the room and there were people fucking and sucking everywhere. Leslie got off the mat and went down the hall. I hoped she was ok. Amanda pulled off my cock and rolled over onto her back. She pulled her legs up to her head, which pulled her ass off the mat. I looked at her wide spread legs as her pussy was gaping open from where my cock had just exited it. I knee walked over to her and leaned over her. I let my hands prop me up as I positioned my cock to enter her again. I let her legs rest against my shoulders as I leaned in and shoved my cock deep into her pussy. Amanda moaned, "Oh FUCK!" I was pumping into Amanda as I looked up and Leslie came back into the room. She had freshened up and cleaned off all of the cum. She headed directly for Sean. Sean was on his back licking and sucking Beth's pussy as she sat on his face. His hard cock was lying against his stomach. Leslie got on the floor and wrapped her hand around his cock. She then opened her mouth and sucked his cock. As she was sucking Sean's cock Jim came up behind her and drove his hard cock into her pussy. Leslie grimaced and moaned as Jim began pounding into her, I would imagine sensitive pussy. Leslie's large tits were hanging and swaying below her body as Jim kept up his assault on her already well-fucked pussy. She continued to suck Sean's cock as she moaned with each thrust from Jim. Amanda reached beneath her and grabbed my balls then slid her hand to her clit and was massaging it as I fucked her. I ran my hands down her strong sexy ass and then back down to her smooth shapely hips. I grabbed the beautiful globes of flesh and began fucking her hard and fast. She kept massaging her clit until she laid her head on the floor. "OHHHHHHH FUCK TONY I'm CUMMMMMING." Amanda screamed as she grabbed at the mat on the floor. He pussy convulsed and jerked and my cock felt like it was in a hot vise. "OOOOOOHHHHHH" I moaned and released my load into her pussy. Amanda then quickly turned around and sucked my cock into her mouth. She cleaned off her and my combined juices. I heard a groan, "OOOHHH FUCK" and looked in Leslie's direction just as Sean shot his load into her mouth. Then Jim rolled his head back, "AAAAUUUGH" and he shot his load into my wife's pussy. There were people moaning and cumming all around the room at nearly the same time. Everyone got quiet and it seemed as though we were in an intermission. Amanda got off the floor and asked, "Does anybody need a drink besides me?" There was a consensus from the room and all got up to head to the bar. Leslie got up and walked over to me. She kissed me passionately. She leaned to my ear and whispered, "My gawd this is so exciting." When we got to the bar, Amanda was pouring drinks for everyone. Leslie got to the bar and grabbed a napkin. I looked down as she used the napkin to wipe off Jim's cum running down her thigh. She tossed the napkin into the trash as we grabbed our drinks and went to sit down. We found a couple of chairs and sat holding hands. It was so surreal as everyone sat around talking like they were at any other cocktail party but everyone was naked and had just fucked each other's wives. After everyone had a couple of drinks Amanda stood and said, "Time for part two." Leslie looked at me and shrugged. Amanda continued, "Tonight we are going to let the ladies have a little fun. I have all the girls' names in this hat and we will draw out two names. Those two ladies will then get on the mat and do what ever strikes their fancy." Leslie squeezed my hand and whispered, "Surely not twice in one night." Jim reached into the hat and drew out the first name, "Janie." He then reached into the hat again as Leslie squeezed my hand tighter, "Beth." Leslie's grip relaxed, as she was not called. Janie stepped onto the mat and the knockout Beth followed behind her. Janie being the eldest and apparently more experienced began. She reached for Beth's hand and pulled her closer. Janie then let her hands run down Beth's curvy smooth hips and around to caress her exquisite tight ass. Janie said, "Relax, this is going to be fun." Beth replied, "I have never been with another woman before." Janie smiled and replied, "Just let it come naturally." She then leaned into Beth and kissed her softly on the lips. Beth responded with a kiss and let her hands glide to Janie's hips. Her hands then wrapped around Janie and held her ass. They kissed again only this time deeper and more passionately. Janie then broke from the kiss and moved to Beth's shoulders and neck trailing kisses everywhere she went. Janie worked down Beth's chest as she bent over slightly. She cradled one of Beth's firm breasts in her hand and then kissed her nipple. Beth's head rolled back as she looked up at the ceiling and her nipple immediately puckered and stood straight out. Janie then wrapped her lips around her taut nipple and sucked. "MMMMMMM" came from Beth's lips. Leslie adjusted her sitting position then put her hand on my slowly stiffening cock. I looked around the room as fondling was beginning everywhere as the sexy scene played out before all of us. Janie switched to Beth's other breast and sucked it into her mouth. She then pulled off it and began kissing down Beth's peach fuzz covered tight abs. Janie reached for Beth's hands and pulled her down to the mat. Beth was on her knees and Janie slowly laid her back on the mat. Janie then started at Beth's navel by licking it. She moved on down to her mons and kissed it several times. Beth was massaging her own breasts as Janie jumped right over her pussy to her thighs. My cock was rock hard as Leslie began stroking it. I reached across to slide a finger into Leslie's hot and very wet pussy. Janie kissed, lick, and bit her way to Beth's pussy. By the time Janie's tongue touched Beth's pussy she was writhing on the mat. As soon as Janie's tongue made contact with Beth's clit Beth jerked and moaned, "OOOOHHH FUCK." I pulled my finger from Leslie's pussy and let my finger glide onto her hard little clit. As Janie began licking and sucking on Beth's clit, I began massaging Leslie's clit. We sat there masturbating each other as we watched Beth pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Writhing on the floor at our feet. Janie was going at Beth's pussy like she had not eaten in days and Beth was moaning and rocking her head back and forth. Leslie then scooted down in her chair so I could really apply some pressure to her sensitive clit. Suddenly Rob appeared in front of us and got down on his knees between Leslie's wide-open legs. I pulled my hand from her pussy and Rob began to kiss and lick her pussy. I watched as he sucked her clit into his mouth and shook his head back and forth. Leslie was still stroking my cock as I watched. Beth screamed, "OH FUCK YES!" I glanced down as she was thrashing about and Janie was hanging on for dear life with her mouth still sucking on Beth's pussy. Then Leslie groaned and threw her head back, "OOOHHHH MY GAWD!" She stopped stroking my cock and simply squeezed it as her body jerked and covered Rob's face with her juices. Beth and Janie had reversed roles and now Beth was seducing and sucking on Janie's body. Janie grabbed Beth's head and pushed her down her body until she was at her pussy. Beth wasted no time and dove in. Rob got up after Leslie had come down from her orgasm and she began stroking my cock again. Just as she got started, Lynda with her huge breast walked up and asked Leslie, "Do you mind if I cut in?" Leslie replied, "No go ahead, I think he has been eyeballing your big tits all night anyway." Lynda straddled my legs facing me and reached between her legs to guide my cock to her pussy. She let her wet pussy slide all the way onto my cock. When our groins met she moaned, "MMMMMM" She then leaned into me and let those large succulent tits hang in my face as she began to ride up and down on my cock. Leslie sat next to me and watched as this beautiful forty something babe fucked me. Lynda's big full tits we a sharp contrast to my wife's firm tits. Lynda's tits were loose hanging with pink hard nipples that still set up nicely on them. Leslie then leaned into my ear as Lynda kept her tits in my face "Suck on them. I have been anticipating this moment and I am so fucking turned on watching your big cock sliding in and out of her pussy." Lynda heard this and planted one of her tits on my mouth so I opened my mouth and sucked in one of her hard nipples. This caused Lynda to groan in pleasure. She pulled that nipple from my mouth with an audible pop and placed her other nipple at my mouth for me to suck on. She moaned again as I slightly bit down on her hard puckered nipple. Leslie was sitting next to me playing with her pussy when I saw Rick come over and take her hand. He said, "A good looking girl like you should not have to masturbate in a room full of hard cocks." She took his hand and he walked toward the wall. He spun her against the wall and kissed her. His hands were all over her body. He grabbed her hips and lifted her against the wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She sunk down on his cock with a moan of pleasure, "OOOHHHHHH YES!" Rick began bucking into her against the wall as she wrapped her hands around his head and held on. Lynda was bobbing up and down on my cock massaging her pussy with her hand. She then leaned into my face burying me in her deep cleavage, which blocked my view of Leslie being slammed up against the wall. I could her Leslie groan with each thrust, "OH...OH...OH..." I felt Lynda's pussy tighten on my cock as she threw her head back moaned, "OHHHH FUCK!" and flooded my cock and balls with her orgasm. I turned to watch Leslie as Rick moaned, "FUCK YES!" He filled my wife's pussy with his cum just as I jerked my load deep inside Lynda's hot pussy. Lynda leaned into me and kissed me then climbed off my lap. My cock laid flaccid against my thigh still dripping cum. Rick let Leslie down and they kissed again. Leslie walked back over and sat down next to me. She said, "My gawd that was a wild fuck! How did you and Lynda get along?" I just looked at my dripping cock and she said, "It looks like you did alright." Everyone had grown quiet again. Everyone was pretty much fucked and or sucked out. Several started to gather their clothing and get dressed. Leslie and I did likewise. Amanda and Jim still naked hugged and kissed everyone goodbye at the door. As we were ready to leave, Amanda asked Leslie, "Well, will we see you two again?" Leslie looked at me, I shrugged and nodded approval, and she replied, "Yes, I think you just might. Let us know when the next party is." Amanda and Leslie kissed on the cheeks and Jim just flat kissed Leslie. Likewise, Amanda kissed me full on the lips then said, "I'll be looking forward to some more of you at the next party." I shook Jim's hand and we headed for the car. We rode back to home in relative silence. I think both of us reflecting on the night. Once home Leslie stripped off her clothes and headed for the shower. "I'm taking a shower would you like to join me?" she asked. I stripped down and followed her sexy tight ass to the bathroom. We soaped and held each other as the water cascaded over our bodies. Once all the dried cum was off we dried each other off and went to bed. Both of us fell asleep quickly. The next morning I woke up and Leslie was not in bed. I crawled out and headed down the hall to the kitchen. She was there naked fixing breakfast. She had never before fixed breakfast naked. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her startling her. "Oh shit you scared me." She exclaimed. I laughed and said, "How are you this morning lover?" She laughed and replied, "My pussy feels like I sat on a fence post." I said, "You did have your fair share of cock last night." "No I had more than my fair share last night." She responded. My cock was reactively getting hard and was rising between her ass cheeks. She felt it and said, "But, it's not too sore to fuck your sweet cock this morning." I leaned her against the counter and guided my hard cock into her pussy from behind. I thrust into her like I had not fucked her or anyone in days and quickly shot my load deep inside her. She turned to me and we kissed. "Do you want to go to the next party?" she asked me. "Hell yes I do." I responded. She smiled and said, "Good. Amanda called this morning and there is another party next Saturday at Janie and Paul's house." I knew it was going to be a long week waiting and anticipating Saturday night. Anticipation She finds the site by accident; and, having found it, finds herself returning to it, over and over again, her fascination and arousal growing stronger with each viewing. During the day she finds herself thinking about it: about the stories, the descriptions of the punishments. So humiliating. It can't be real, she thinks, only another example of online fantasy, of vivid imagination without any accompanying basis in fact. And yet, as she sits at her desk, the images replaying in her head, she feels her body accepting the reality that her mind works to reject. Betrayed by her own reactions, her body responding to the words she's read on the screen. "The baring of the behind, the panties yanked down abruptly, the cheeks chastised"; her body responds to the words. "The trembling hands of the miscreant spreading the sore buttocks after, the Vaselined finger probing deep inside the virgin anus, preparing the bowels for the nozzle, the cleansings, and the cock." Her mind denies; her body reacts. "The culprit in the corner, the gown open to display the strapped bottom, the hands holding the cheeks apart to display the thick coating of Vaseline shining on the little hole deep between. And then, when the behind has been thoroughly and humiliatingly displayed to the satisfaction of the chastiser and the audience, the agonizingly slow insertion of the thick nozzle into the red posterior, up the Vaselined anus and deep into the tight resisting bowels. "The long wait, in the corner, the hose hanging down from the red rump and then ascending to the enema bag over the head. The long wait, mortified, waiting to be told it's time, cheeks blazing, waiting for the loud click, and the sudden spurt of the enema pouring in, filling the bowels." ** The words, echoing round and round in her head, and she feels her desire grow. She wonders if there will be pictures to accompany the words, wishes she could be the girl displayed in them. Wonders if there will be videos, and spends the evening rubbing herself between her legs imagining being filmed with her panties down, her behind being spanked as the camera records the scene. She lies in bed with the lights out and imagines the unblinking eye of the camera recording her punishment, the trip over his knees and her panties yanked down. She imagines it running as her temperature is taken, her cheeks pried apart and the cold thermometer inserted between them. She lets a finger slip back to her behind and into its tightness as she wonders what she'd look like with the thermometer sticking out of her, a rude flagpole protruding for anyone to see. Anyone who happened to be watching the video ... As she moves her finger she imagines the spanking, her legs kicking as she lies submissively over his lap. She wonders how she'll feel after, listening to him scold as he lubricates the nozzle, his hand spreading her cheeks as he lectures, holding them wide as he inserts it. How calmly he describes to the running camera the resistance her rectum offers, how easy it is to overcome. How badly she needs to feel the penetration of the thick object between her cheeks, how badly she needs to feel this violation of her behind. Violated, before she gets it washed out. She wonders if she would really do that, allow the camera. Her face shown? Or just her bottom? It excites her to think of being watched, so she imagines her face hidden but her behind completely exposed, the men watching the tape hard, engorged as they see her like that. She feels her arousal grow, feels herself wet between her legs. When the site is in front of her, the arousal is instantaneous. Like Pavlov's dog, at the first sight of the opening screen she feels herself aroused, finds her mind swirling. But even away from her computer she feels that persistent itch, as the images conjured by the power of the words swirl through her. ** The desire grows. On a routine trip to the drugstore she finds herself looking at the suppositories, wondering if, as he's described, he'd really give her one to retain while she is paddled. Sees the rubber gloves and flashes to an image of her body bent over a tall stool, hearing the loud snap of the glove on his hand, and then the jar of Vaseline being opened. She rushes down the aisle, but the sensations are unavoidable, the feeling of the slippery finger between her cheeks, pausing for a moment, and then driving forward, into her bowels. Her heart is pounding when she reaches her car; in it, she finds herself masturbating before she's even left the parking lot. ** She discovers that he's written a book, that the site is named for it. She orders it and, when it comes, and she reads it in one sitting. Her throat is dry when she finishes, her hands trembling. She goes to the medicine cabinet, retrieves the thermometer she's bought. Lies on her tummy with the lights off, her pajamas down, thinking about his hand on her bottom, spreading her open. The thermometer slides in and she would swear it is his hand doing it. She masturbates. And, as she does so, she thinks about the contact information she's seen on the site. She orgasms as she composes the first letter to him in her mind ... That night, he has mail. His reply comes before morning. Anticipation She. Masturbating under thin summer sheets. He. Watching unseen from the darkened doorway. It was one of my favorite fantasies, my eyes scrunched up tight, imagining an unseen unknown lover taking my orgasms to places they've never been. When I did finally open my eyes, I caught a glimpse of him in the shadows. I suppose I should explain first up that it's all part of 'my thing'. Call it a fetish if you like but that word makes it sound like something that's bad, and for me it's not, for me it's just 'my thing'; it's what turns me, it's my favorite turn-on, and it always makes me feel good, never bad. 'My thing', the thing that turns me on the most, is not seeing not knowing what my lover will do next. Actually it's more than that, much more, it's also not knowing what my lover is doing right now. It's the excitement of anticipating what he'll do next – eyes closed during sex feeling his body move, anticipating he's moving to suck my nipple into his mouth, my nipple hardening in readiness; never disappointed that his move may actually be to withdraw his cock and cum on my belly, the unexpected move adding a new dimension to my excitement of the unknown. Of course there are more dimensions to 'my thing' and perhaps I'll mention others later. I was masturbating through the sheet. Fantasizing I was asleep in a motel room. A man given a key to the wrong room enters ready to play out a game with his wife. Finds his way to the bed in the darkened room, the first touch a hand on my exposed throat, the only words repeated through the fantasy are a warning "don't look, close your eyes, don't see what I'm about to do." No foreplay. The next touch a firm hand on the sheets between my legs, a strong erect finger massaging straight at my slit. Then a mouth. On my ear, whispering "don't open your eyes". Then no touches anywhere. The dark silence. The absence of touch. The longer the moment lasts the more excited my anticipation becomes. Suddenly. Two hands. Strong on my knees, pushing them apart. Then no touches anywhere. Movement felt on the bed all around me. "Don't look, don't see what I'm about to do." Something pushing again at the sheets between my legs. I can feel my juices soaking into the satin. It's a cock. Hard and thick. Trying to force into me through the sheet. I was masturbating through the sheet. My hand on the outside simulating the fantasy mans cock trying to enter me. Bringing myself to climax in this way. As I felt the orgasm begin its hot rush through my pelvis and onto my finger, I threw my head to the side and opened my eyes; daring a brief glance at the back of my mystery lover as if her were leaving the motel room. It was then, in the dull reflection of my bedside mirror, that I saw I was not alone. There was fear. There was excitement also – remember 'my thing'. The fear is what kept my eyes open. 'My thing' is what kept the orgasm alive. I lay there, watching the shadow, orgasms shivering through me and dissipating into a spreading wet patch under my finger. The shadowy figure moved and a beam of moonlight lit up his face. I closed my eyes, paralyzed. I woke at dawn, a dream still active in my head. A dream of the only man who ever really understood me, the only man who ever protected me; my father. But in the dream my father wasn't charging to my protection; he was standing further back in the shadows, looking over the shoulder of the young man I'd seen. Wrapping a sarong around me I ventured out of the bedroom, trying to anticipate what might confront me. I found a handwritten note on the kitchen table. Water no good. Not going now till tomorrow morning. There's some fruit in the fridge. Getting the bowl of mix I sit down and contemplated my son out there on his morning ride. No hint in his note that he'd seen or heard anything last night. Did I dream it all? I thought not. Water no good. Not going now till tomorrow morning. That could only mean there wasn't enough raging white water coming off the spillway to scare me into worrying he'd drown for sure this time. It was a constant mystery to me how such a good looking 18yr old, with the determination and strength to win state kayak titles, could be so passive and unsure around women. He isn't gay, I've seen the way he looks at girls in the mall and those secretive sideways glances he gives his beautiful younger cousin Rochelle when she's splashing in our pool. And now it seems, those secretive glances at his mother. As I said, there are more dimensions to 'my thing'; if you knew them all then you might (just might) understand why the revelation that my son might (just might) have been aroused at watching my arousal, was not as repulsive and some people tell me it should have been. I know those court appointed analysts would say they understand how it came to this, but they'll be wrong now just like they were all those years ago. I masturbated for my son again very early the next morning. Actually it was for myself that I masturbated, after all it's 'my thing' not his that anticipates the unseen. I began to anticipate the event before he'd come back from his morning work out. I tested him when he returned and even gave him hints that there'd be other nightly shows if he remained alert to the signs. What time did he get back last night? "Um err round midnight I think." Did he hear anything? "Um no, um hear what?" I told him I'd been having some really vivid dreams lately and wondered if I'd made any noises or cried out. "Um no, are you having bad nightmares?" "No honey, not bad ones" staring at his Lycra bike shorts anticipating tomorrow morning. "What time are you leaving in the morning?" He sees where I'm looking but too naive to make any connections says "they're new, called 'Close Fits' for better streamlining on the bike". "Nice" I say adding "snug fit" looking at the impressive though presumably soft bulge, teasing only myself seeing that he's oblivious. "Riding out at 5am." "Oh, um if I'm dreaming noisy again when you get up, try to ignore me and just pull the door to my room shut." "Um sure." I woke at four thirty and opened my eyes only once to check the lighting. Perfect. Too early for dawn to have any effect but the near full moon streaming through my opened curtains put most of my bed in a spotlight. My head and shoulders obscured from the doorway by a large box I'd placed on the nightstand. Perfect. If he kept quiet he could see me without being detected, and more importantly for me, I couldn't succumb to the temptation of a peek (not that I would). I began to slowly fondle myself, anticipating a time soon to come when I'd be excited and sigh loudly – a call to him in his room. I imagined he'd been awake all night, straining ears for his mothers dreams. Anticipating him gliding silently but swiftly like a moth to a flame. Anticipating a rapidly growing erection. This is what was driving 'my thing' - with the many men before who I've asked to watch me, the anticipation game is almost too easy. I know they'll get excited, I know they'll begin to stroke their cock, I know that they'll eventually make a move to touch me or cum on me. The excitement is all in anticipating when and how, never if. However with my son, 'my thing' opened the excitement of uncertainty in a way it never had. Will he even show to watch? I anticipated he would. Will his cock stiffen with rigid desire. I anticipated it would. Will the lust be too strong and guide him to get a closer look and even to touch? I anticipated it wouldn't, but I anticipated that the desire in his mind would be taking those brave steps even his body wasn't. With eyes closed tight I gave an excited cry. The story I was masturbating to was taken from real life. The only changes I made were to edit out the parts that I've promised myself I'll improve upon next time. And there will be a next time. You'd be surprised how difficult these things are to arrange. I met a man in an Internet chat room. I was never sure he was a man until the very moment he entered me. But I was anticipating he would be. If you get an introductory message from someone one day that says "DO NOT tell me your asl" then it might be me, or someone like me; I know I'm not the only one, I met another once; but thats a different story. In the rooms I made it as plain as I could that I wanted to know nothing about the person I was chatting to. I wanted sex. And I wanted it in a certain way. Answer yes or no to my questions, say nothing more. So many failed to follow such simple rules. Many said yes early and kept saying yes as my requirements unfolded but sooner or later they'd feel a need to tell me how big their cock was or feel they needed to embellish a yes with "yes baby I can fuck you like that thats so hot". At last someone made it through to the final yes. "Will you meet me at the Family Inn Motel, Room 17, at 8pm this Friday, knock twice then enter, don't say a word, do 'your thing' then leave?" "Yes." My excitement was building quickly as I remembered the uncertain anticipation of that Friday; and with the uncertain anticipation that a strong young man may at this moment be excited at watching me relive the day. I made another loud moan. My eyes squeezed shut. I remembered being wet before he even arrived. Wondering if there were one or two tell tale drops running down the inside of my leg as I stood there with my back to the door of Room 17. Anticipating that when he discovered this it would make him all the more horny, anticipating that as an early move he might dip his finger into me and taste me. Or put the wet finger into my mouth. I simulated this now, taking my finger from under the sheet and sucking it in my mouth moaning; wondering if there was a frustrated young man at my door daring to wonder himself if the mouth he couldn't see was doing what he was anticipating. Will he take a cautious few steps into my room to satisfy his curiosity? The door of Room 17 was rapped twice. The sound of traffic became louder then quiet again. The door had been opened then closed. The longer it took him to touch me the more aroused I became. Anticipating him sizing me up from behind. The short skirt easy to get a hand under, anticipating his surprise and pleasure when he finds there's no panties. Nice legs he'll be thinking, the body ok too. That looks like a button up shirt from here I wonder if there's a bra I'll have to undo? There isn't. And you'll be amazed when you put your hand round the front to feel them, my tits are my best assets most men have said. Not particularly large but they have remained firm with no sign of any middle age sag, my nipples prominent when erect. As they were then in Room 17, and in my bedroom now. In taking my hand from the sheet to my mouth I'd exposed most of one breast. I exposed the rest of it now as I rubbed the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Exciting two men at the same time. The one in Room 17 reaching to touch it and the one at my bedroom door wanting to reach. The man in Room 17 touched my shoulder first. Then quickly licked my neck. His hand excited me by racing ahead of my anticipation, his next touch was on my ass, then down and between my legs. I opened my stance. A finger was slipped into my wet and waiting pussy. Another hand encircled me and onto my breast. My shirt open, my nipples erect. Surprised I think at the perfect shape of the breast he held, the first hand left my pussy and he had both arms round me cupping and fondling my tits. Then, satisfied he could freely touch any part of me, he moved back and away. Before moving, he pulled my skirt to the floor. My eyes were closed in ecstasy, anticipating the lust drooling from him as he saw the skirt around my ankles, my bare firm ass, legs spread and wet, two perfect nipples calling to his fiddling fingers. And all his for the taking. Hearing him undress. The clunk of shoes dropped to the floor. The zipper of his pants ZZZZUPP like a scratch at my clitoris. The thick sound of heavy pants slung across a chair. The almost inaudible sound of underpants following them moments later. Anticipating the sex to come. In Room 17 I was silent (perhaps in honor of days gone by?) but in my bedroom I was making the noises my body wanted to in Room 17. Moaning and sighing softly. In Room 17 I anticipated correctly. The first touch on my body was the playing from side to side across the cheeks of my ass, of an erect cock. A brief but uncaring thought crossed my mind "so it is man after all." He pushed my shoulders so, still standing, I was bent forward with my hands on the edge of the bed. Anticipation, whether it proves right or wrong, is also 'my thing' and I climaxed almost as soon he pushed his fat cock below my ass into my dripping pussy. He began by trying to fuck me slowly, to enjoy the moment I presume. But the ecstasy of ultimate sexual freedom and the orgasms he saw was already in me, became too much. He quickly lost control, both hands under my sides, squeezing fondling pulling at my nipples, fucking fast and hard with deep strokes. My knees were shaking. I'd anticipated being lifted onto the bed, perhaps even turned over, made love to from on top. It didn't matter. The anticipation of what would happen next in this unexpected fuck position was bringing another orgasm to life. My second so soon sent him over the edge. Gripping hard at both tits, he fucked wildly FUCKKK FUCKK FUCK FUK FUKFUKFUCKFUK until he came with a drawn out groan. FUKFUKFUKING while cumming. There was a scuffing noise near my bedroom door. Fainter in the background I could here the beep beep beeps of my sons alarm clock. Scurrying feet. The beeps stopped. It must be 5am. The man in Room 17 as agreed, said nothing, dressed quickly and left. I hear the motel room door shut. I hear the front door to my house shut. My son has gone too. In Room 17 I collapsed on the bed. Rolled on my back and masturbated at such a beautiful day, pleased to confirm the feeling of cum on my finger. In my room I continued to masturbate too. I tried to anticipate what was going through my sons mind right now. That I could not anticipate with the same degree of certainty as I could with any other man, excited me. Here was something new for 'my thing' to feed upon. A whole new Pandora of possibilities to anticipate. Any other man in my house and I could anticipate with certainty that the sounds I'd made would attract his voyeurism like a child's eyes to a lolly, the sight of me fondling my perfect nipples would make anticipating an erection almost too easy, the only real titillation would be in anticipating the moment in time when his desire to touch would be too strong to overcome. But with my son; I couldn't even be sure he'd looked. He would have heard my moaning, there's no doubt about that, but had he actually watched? Did it excite him? It had been such a shadowy glimpse the previous night that I could only anticipate rather than confirm he'd be excited now. I imagined him mounting his bike, a thousand curious thoughts in his head. Riding up the long hill from our house before the quick decent on the other side to the river rapids. A subsiding erection still thick in his shorts. Each upstroke of his leg a delicate tug at the Lycra around his cock. The friction and the thoughts causing his cock to re-harden. His cock swelling and spreading across to the top of the leg now rubbing directly on it. His cock stiff and fully erect before the top of the hill, the Lycra and the leg maintaining it like a hand in a glove. I even anticipated that as he rounded that last curve before the crest of the hill, he'd look at his watch out of habit to test his king of the mountain times, and wonder how much time he'd lost through the drag from the lump in his new streamlined 'Close Fits'. On the down hill he'd have space for quick sprints. The friction of his leg would be like a fast pumping fist around a cock. I anticipated that on the home straight along the river bank he'd put in one last sustained sprint. Cock, Lycra and leg in a furious threesome. Thinking one last thought about what he'd seen and what he'd wanted. His cock exploding in his pants, cum soaking through the Lycra When he returned from the trip two days later, alive and not drowned, I had a surprise for him. "I'm not taking no for an answer so don't even think about, you're coming and that's that, we leave Friday week." The day he left I won a holiday in the office raffle. At the office, when they asked who I was taking I said "just someone new". Jenny said she saw a glint in my eye and whispered to me later "so, someone new to play with? I saw the look in your eye, got a special one to play with have you?" Jenny understands 'my thing' more than anyone, she's a genuine kindred spirit. "Well, lets just say there's an added dimension to getting the anticipation right this time, I'm not sharing this one with you yet." Even as I was saying it I was thinking I probably wouldn't share; not even with Jenny. I told my son to go check out the pool while I checked in. I hadn't shown him the prize voucher and didn't want him blurting something dumb at the reception. Congratulations you have won A romantic long weekend for two at New Adventures resort pamper yourselves in a huge king room for two all expenses paid free champagne and plate of chocolate creams in your room on arrival prize kindly donated by Harden Bonds – the name families trust When he did see the room, he tried to pull the couch out into a single bed. I said "leave it to me I'll work something out you go and find the gym." We splashed and baked our way through the sunny day then had an all expenses paid dinner at the in-house seafood restaurant. "I'll sleep on the couch" he said seeing I'd worked nothing out. "Don't be silly, have you seen the size of that bed, you could sleep the Brady Bunch on that and there'd still be room for Alice." I could see some uncertainty in his face. "I'm so worn out from all that exercise you made me do in the pool, I'll be out in seconds, I'm too tired to do any dreaming tonight. I'm just going to wrap a sarong around me and pass out, it's too hot to even get under the covers." He knows when I've made up my mind about things so there was no argument. "I want some of those chocolates and champagne before I go to bed though." He turned on the television and tried most of the other free resort gadgets (radio, dimmer lights, remote control window blinds) while I got the chocolate and drink. I noticed he hadn't turned on, but was curiously glancing at, the large jacuzzi that was almost in the middle of the room. "Maybe it's there so you can watch television from it" I said as I handed him a flute of champagne "cheers". "Go for it if you like, I'm going to bed soon, you can tell me in the morning what its like." He didn't move, but my mind did, anticipating the fun of some 'my thing' games I could play in there. With enough champagne in us to feel lighter and looser I flicked the channels on the remote to the in-house movies. "I'll bet the freebies don't extend to these" I said as a challenge to the 'all expenses paid' claim, then selected the 'Adult Channel'. Surprise surprise the movie started – Best of Blindfold Betty. "Looks like everything is free" I said "well, um, I'm going to bed anyway so I'll leave you to it, goodnight honey." "Um yeah sure mom, goodnight." I could see he was a little embarrassed at the movie starting up with me still there. I stood up, put the remote on the kitchenette shelf across the room from him, said goodnight again and walked down the hall to the bedroom; a smile of anticipation on my face. I came out a few minutes later. A short sarong wrapped tightly across my perfect breasts, showing some perfect cleavage. "I'm just getting a drink of water before I go to bed." I'd anticipated correctly. He shuffled nervously in his seat, making sure his groin was hidden, trying to look at but not to look at the already naked Betty Blindfold, trying to look at but not look at me, trying to levitate the remote across the room to him so he could turn off the cause of his shyness. Anticipation I wondered whether watching Betty would teach me any new tricks but decided to let him learn alone for now. While Betty was being blindfolded and four or five hands were seen roaming over her huge tits, I carried a glass of water to him. "You should have some water too before you hit the hay." I was facing him as I bent to put the glass on the coffee table in front of him, anticipating before I did that his eyes and thoughts would fix on the outline of my perfect nipples poking through the sarong. "Goodnight honey, come to bed whenever you're ready; I'll probably be in a dreamless sleep in two minutes." I have experience at lying awake for long periods anticipating when a man will enter the darkness of my room. So I was ready the half an hour later when my son joined me. I anticipated he'd be shirtless and in the loose shorts he'd been wearing for Betty. I felt the mattress as he tried to slide onto the bed without making a movement or sound to wake me. A full moon outside the window lighting me as I lay with my back to him. Anticipating him looking at me, seeing the sarong that I'd lifted and thrown open as if it had ridden up in the stirrings of my sleep. My ass so tantalizingly almost bare. Anticipating his thoughts. "If she moves just a fraction that cloth will probably slip off and I'll see those cheeks fully" Then, breaking the silence, a test. "Goodnight mom." I made no reply. A few minutes later I gave the snore sound of a sleeping persons brief strangled snort. "Mom, are you awake?" Said quieter than before. No reply, I'm quietly anticipating. The feeling was so gentle, so minuscule, so invisible that I couldn't be sure it wasn't just an anticipated movement rather than an actual one. But had he just ever so carefully lifted that sarong to expose my naked ass? My eyes tight shut, I lay there anticipating his next move. Would he spoon up behind me? As my father had. I recall the first time my father spooned up behind me in bed. I was 18 then as my son is now. It was a cold night and I remember hearing his distinctive cough in the corridor, then my bedroom door opening. He always took his time, my father. It seemed quite a few minutes before I sensed the covers lifted and the cold air against the back of my nightie. There was another gap in time before I felt the mattress sink and he was lying behind me, the covers thrown back over us. Then, snuggling up close to keep us both warm, he put his arm over my side and spooned up against me. I wondered whether I was meant to know he was there or if he was being so slow and gentle thinking I was asleep. I kept quiet thinking he would say something if he expected me to be awake. He never made a sound or said anything in all those months he came to my bed. And nor did I. It was warm and comforting feeling my fathers loving arms around me and I began to drift off close to sleep. His arm over me moved. His hand cupping my breast. I wondered if he'd fallen asleep himself. The fingers on the hand began to move also. Feeling for and fondling at my nipple through the bra under my nightie. He must be awake surely? Or is he trapped in a dream? I knew he must be awake when his fingers found and undid the two buttons at the top of my nightie. His hand sliding inside to again cup and fondle me through the bra. When his hand moved again it was to be between my legs lifting the bottom of my nightie. My fathers fingers on the front of my panties, the same circular probing fondle that I'd felt through my bra. The court shrinks were right about one thing only. This is when my anticipation of pleasure began. The next night I was waiting for him, already wet in anticipation. They were wrong to think I'd testify against him and they were wrong to think they could get a conviction without it. No body has ever been found and a 'victim' saying there was no crime, what did they expect? I anticipated his arrival the next night. I knew even when they were young and budding and boys and men alike would stare at them, that my breasts were something special. When my father took his time slipping into bed behind me that next night, I had a special surprise for him. I had no bra under my nightie. His fingers inside my nightie, playing at my naked nipples, were more lusty and exploring than they had been the night before. When my fathers fingers found my already moist panties, they were more vigorous and probing there too. He would push and poke at them till they began to enter my slit. Then he stopped. And took his time. He was still in the bed but his arm was no longer over me. The mattress and sheets told me he was squirming around doing something. Then it started over again; as slowly and filled with anticipation as before. First his arm over my side to cuddle me. Then a gap of anticipation. Then the hand cupping me. Then anticipation. After a gap that was some nights a few seconds and some nights minutes, his fingers again were inside my nightie fondling my breasts. But there was also a different sensation. Something firm, thicker than any finger, was rubbing up and down against the back of my panties. As my fathers fingers moved between naked nipples and panties wetness the rubbing continued, getting faster. As was his warm breath on the back of my neck. The next morning I found a dried crusty stain on the sheet behind where I lay. On the night I left my panties off, something different happened. It wasn't just that the finger between my legs was able to find its way deeply inside me and dance passionately against my wanting clitoris; there was also no rubbing against my butt. Instead my leg was lifted and pulled back over my fathers. Then there was a gap of anticipation. The hand over me again lifted my thigh, then slipped deep between my legs and pulled something back with it. I could feel my fathers thick stiff cock hard against the mouth of my wet pussy. Smoothly and expertly he pushed his cock into me. And waited. Buried deep inside me not moving. When he was ready he began to fuck me. Gently and slowly at first. My fathers hand gripping tightly at my breast as his passion and pace increased. Some nights he would cum quickly, others he would fuck long and hard. Always silently. I would sometimes finger the deposit of cum after he left. I thought once of changing my position for him. By now it was summer and lying on top of the covers I would wear nothing to bed but one of his old cotton shirts, already unbuttoned and waiting for his fingers to find my perfect tits. As I heard him enter the room, I rolled onto my back my eyes closed tight. He took longer than usual to approach the bed. I anticipated him undressing, getting ready to spread my legs and mount me in the missionary position. The first feeling of his presence was the opening wide of my shirt. On my back fully naked to him for the first time. His fingers on my breasts were more delicate and roaming than usual. He was running a soft feather touch over my young body. Tickling my nipples till they were swollen and erect. His fingers in my pussy were also more intimate and giving than usual. It was like he was looking at my body with his hands, gently seeing the curves of my breasts, affectionately watching my wetness flow onto his fingers. My father would insert two fingers into me and excite my clitoris to produce more juice, then remove his fingers and in the pause I'd anticipate their return. I knew he was dipping his fingers in to cover them with juice, but I never knew if it was to put them in his mouth or to smear them over his cock. After a few pause filled dips he would stop. But he would still be in the room. I'd be on the cusp of orgasm, anticipating the very moment when he'd make the next move. My skin was alive and waiting for a touch - would it be a hand on my knees or feet pushing my legs wider for him to put his legs between, or his own knees forcing their way between mine, or a pussy wet finger drawing circles around my nipple? I anticipated all these touches and more. The gap of anticipation between touches was longer than any before, the absence of any sound, no hot breath on the back of my neck, no tiny telltale vibrations through the mattress. I lay there unmoving, eyes shut in ecstasy. Then finally an unanticipated touch upon my senses. A string of cum tossed across my belly. Then another. Across both tits. A few drops of cum dribbled among the strings. That's how it was with my father, sometimes on my back sometimes on my side, sometimes I'd leave my panties on, sometimes I'd be completely naked. Always we'd never make a sound and always my eyes would be screwed up tight. In all those months I never touched his cock once. I never felt it in my hand. I never saw it. I thought about my fathers cock now, with my son lying silently behind me. I never felt my fathers cock. I anticipated a time when I'd feel my sons. With the exception of some faint vibrations through the mattress (I anticipated he was masturbating) there'd been no movement or sound from my son since the thought that he may have lifted my sarong. Remembering the good times with my father, I'd been anticipating my son spooning up behind me in the same way. Thinking of my fathers untouched cock, I began to anticipate a different 'thing' with my son. I rolled onto my back. My eyes closed to him in the moonlight. I paused there in anticipation. Will he be anticipating at this time tomorrow? I rolled onto my side. My arm going over where I anticipated his chest would be. He was on his back. A whispered question. "Mom?" There's enough light from the moon. Is he looking at me? Eyes shut. Silent. No more movement. Anticipating he'll think I'm asleep. When I was ready; when the anticipation had built up in me and when, since it was his first time, the anticipation in him had subsided; I moved my arm again. Down his chest. My hand on his other side pausing in anticipation at his hip. His shorts still on. Had he been masturbating after all? Anticipating the possibilities. Perhaps he'd been masturbating with his hand in the pants, perhaps he'd been lying innocently all along. 'My thing' titillated by the unknown before and the unknown to come. He may still think these are casual movements in sleep. I moved my hand. Flat across the front of his groin. I could feel the soft lump under my palm. I couldn't decide if it had been so long since his masturbation that he'd gone soft by now anyway, or he'd never been hard, or he was just so nervous about what was happening that any erection had shrunk away in shyness. I cupped my hand and paused. He'd know I was awake now surely? "Mom?" One last almost inaudible inquiry. Along with the silence I gave him, I moved my hand to cover his flat firm belly. The tip of my fingers touching the top of his pants. The anticipation for me was exciting. His mind would be racing. Is she really awake? But would she have cupped me like that if she is? His cock stirring uncertainly with the thoughts. Beginning to swell at the memory of the first hand other than his own to touch him there. Shrinking in embarrassment on second thoughts. Growing again the longer the hand on his belly felt warm and close but wasn't actually moving back into the discovery zone. He would have no doubt now that I'm not asleep. Wouldn't he? My fingers, sticking close to his stomach, slid down and under the elastic of his pants. Continued on inside his underpants. Cupping my sons naked cock and balls as I had before over his pants. As before, I also paused. Anticipating a curious "Mom?" But he was silent. The longer the silence the longer my excitement grew with the anticipation. I started by wriggling and toying with my cupping fingers. Then feeling the weight of his balls, then his cock, in my hand. Looking into his curious interested face with my eyes wired shut, I began to slowly fondle my sons cock. Squeezing lightly near the head then stroking down to roll the foreskin back. It only took a few easy movements of my hand and his cock began to swell. As you know by now 'my thing', the thing that turns me on the most, is not seeing not knowing what my lover will do next. I had never really known until this moment that my son would get turned on at my touch. I had a silent unmoving orgasm at the pleasure of a realized anticipation. I could feel a droplet of wetness run coolly across the top of my leg to the bed. My sons cock was beginning to grow hard in my hand. Stiff and fully erect, my sons cock was hard to stroke in the tight space of his shorts. I won't take it out for him. Let him learn, as I had with my father, that if he wants to anticipate something he should prepare for it properly. Though my anticipation of his erection had been satiated, there was still lots for me to anticipate. When would he cum; this stroke, this stroke, THIS stroke? How would he cum; with a violent jerking of his hips, with a groan or silent like his grandfather? I thought of his grandfathers cock then. The time it had been buried deep inside me. Is this how it would have felt in my hand, is he the same size, is there some genetics to it, was he circumcised also? My sons cock felt beautiful in my hand. I suppressed a smile of pleasure and kept my eyes closed. Stroking him faster. Stroke stroke stroking harder and more urgently. Feeling his cock muscles tighten during one stroke, his cock puffing out. I knew he was close. Anticipating; he'll cum this stroke, this stroke, THIS stroke. And then he came. In the confined space of his underpants, my sons cumming cock covered my fist with cum. I took my hands from my sons pants, rolled over, put the cummy hand between my legs where he couldn't see, and went to sleep. Anticipation I love it when I can look forward to when I am having sex next. Know when it is coming, the anticipation, it drives me wild. He was in a hurry this morning when he left for work and promised when he got home that night he would take care of me first thing. Oh I couldn't wait. I love the way his hands feel caressing my body. I did some errands and called a couple friends to help pass the time, but the day was dragging slowly. I laid down to take a little nap late in the afternoon and my mind started drifting to thoughts of him; his kisses lightly on my neck, the way its feels when he gently rubs my nipples between his thumb and fore finger. I couldn't help myself as my hand found its way inside my pants. Just once I told myself, just once to help get me started for tonight. I started slowly running my index and middle finger across my clit, occasionally reaching down to feel the moisture already present from just thinking about him. I imagined him roughly grabbing my tits and sucking on the nipples, as I picked up momentum in my clitoral stimulation I remembered how great he feels when he first enters me stretching me wide open to accommodate his nice fat cock. Oh just a little harder and faster I thought as I pleasured myself. How deep he feels when he fucks me from behind, almost there! Slapping my ass and calling me a slut, oh God yes. Laying down legs over his shoulders, his cock buried deep in my pussy, OH YES. Then I felt the beautiful crescendo as all my muscles tensed up and then the indescribable release as I brought myself to orgasm. After that I stopped myself I would have to be patient and wait just a few more hours for the real thing I was watching law and order trying to get my mind off the wait, when I heard the key in the lock and the door open. "Hi hunny," I said as I ran up to meet him in the doorway. I threw my arms around him and gave him a big kiss. "How was work?" I asked when really all I could think was sex, sex, sex, sex... "Coming home to you makes it worth it, now didn't we have something planned for when I got home?" "Hehehe," I giggled "you remembered." "Your damn right," he said as he reached around and squeezed my ass. "Nice ass," he whispered in my ear as I giggled in response. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he said as gave my other cheek a light slap. We got to the bedroom and he started to remove all his clothes while I was lightly kissing his neck. Once he got down to his boxers and tee shirt he sat on the bed and asked me to strip slowly in front of him. I love it when he takes time to really look at and appreciate my body. I could feel his eyes soaking up every inch of skin as it was exposed. As my shirt came off he started running his hands up my sides and slowly drawing them over my breasts. "Mm such nice big tits," he said before taking my left nipple into his mouth. "Oh," I moaned. He knew all my weak spots. He then ran his hands back down my sides and helped my pull down my pants. He pulled back surveying my body and motioned me to join him on the bed. I climbed on top of him. Once I was straddling him his hands grabbed my ass and shook it while telling me how great it looked. I kept giggling in response to all the attention. "Why don't you rub those tits all over my dick?" He asked. "Hehehe ok," He knows how much I love it when he notices my boobs. After a couple hand strokes his dick was hard enough to fuck between my tits. After a couple minutes of smothering his hard cock between my tits he told me to get down on my hands and knees so he could fuck me from behind. Doggie style, my favorite position especially with him, his cock fits me perfectly from that position. He can fuck me nice and hard and deep while I reach around and play with my clit. After I got on my hands and knees he said that he wanted to watch me play with myself, so I licked my fingers for a little lube and reached back thus arching my ass higher into the air. I heard him moan from behind me as I cooed, "mm fuck me I love that cock, I can't wait to feel it inside me." "Oh yeah you want my cock you slut?" "Yeah fuck me hard baby I can't wait to fell you inside me." I felt his one hand he had resting on my left cheek squeeze hard as I am assuming he was stroking himself with the other. Then in one swift motion I felt him push all the way into me. I gasped in shock and pleasure as I felt him plunge inside me. "Yeah you like that cock, don't you slut, Tell me how much you love it!" "Oh fuck I love your cock it's so deep in my pussy," I moaned He kept pounding deep in and out of my pussy till I could feel myself coming. "Oh God baby I'm close, I'm so close," I screamed just moments before erupting in ecstasy. He pace slowed as my pussy spasmed around his dick so he could enjoy the sensation. After a short recovery he picked up again and was fucking me hard and fast. After coming once more he flipped me on to my back and propped my legs on his shoulders. "You sore yet sweetie?" he asked. "Mm no fuck me more!" was my response. "Good 'cause you're gonna be by the time I am done with you," he said as he grinned with desire. I giggled and told him, "Yes, yes, yes." With that he slipped all the way into me and I moaned in satisfaction. He then proceeded to pound away all the while telling me what a dirt slut I was and how good I felt around his cock. After another explosive orgasm on my part he pulled out and cam all over my tits. "Mm now that's what gets me through a long day at work," he said softly as he planted a light kiss on my forehead. Anticipation She pulled into the driveway, put the car in park, picked up the bottle of water, draining it of it's contents, quickly checked her makeup in the mirror, ran her fingers haphazardly though her hair, ruffling it some, pulled the keys out of the ignition, dumping them into her purse as she grabbed it and the overnight bag. She opened the car door, feeling the cold air waft up her skirt as she stepped out of the car, one leg perched on the driveway, the other still inside the car. She pushed the button to lock it, stepped completely out; stretching her cramped legs and closed the door. She felt her tummy flutter, her inside tumble and tingle, her nipples tighten inside her bra, her pussy clench as her thighs pressed together for a brief moment as she walked to his door. She went to ring the doorbell when he caught her eye and waved her in with his hand as he was on the phone. A mischievous light forming in her eyes as they danced and her lips forming into a slightly evil grin as an idea formed in her head. She opened the door, walked through his living room and into the kitchen where she dropped her bag and purse; quietly of course as he put his finger to his lips for her to be quiet and rolled his eyes as he continued his conversation on the phone. She made her way to the bathroom and freshened up, ruffling her hair again, letting it frame her face slightly as the soft curls settled back into place around her shoulders and neck. She popped a breath mint into her mouth and felt it melt against her warm tongue as she applied some lip-gloss; she swallowed as the mint freshness filled her mouth and throat. She emerged from the bathroom and peeked around the corner, noticing he was still on the phone, leaning against the kitchen counter in a t-shirt and sweats, hair still a bit wet from the shower he had probably taken right before she had arrived. She would usually stand there, shifting from foot to foot, hands clasped behind her back, patiently waiting for him to get off the phone, waiting for him to make the first move towards her which usually was a hug and kiss saying hi and welcoming her at the same time, but not this time. She was feeling a bit brazen and was horny as hell. She could feel her pussy pulse as she approached him. She walked over to him and fell to her knees, linking her fingers into the waistband of his sweats, tugging and pulling them down off his waist and hips, glancing up at him as his eyes initially widened in surprise or maybe even shock at her boldness. He pushed forward from the counter he'd been leaning against just long enough for her to pull his sweatpants from his waist, never once losing his concentration from the ongoing phone conversation. The only part of him that revealed he wasn't fully concentrating on the conversation was his eyes as he glanced down at her, the surprised look fading as a glimmer of lust replaced it. She continued to look up at him, awaiting a sign from him for her to stop or a look of annoyance as he was talking on the phone, but none came, so she continued to pull and tug at his sweatpants, slowly revealing his bare flesh. Her gaze wavered away from his as his bare hip came into her view first, a quick intake of breath at seeing it, a lick across her lips before she leaned in and nipped at the skin along his hip, glancing up as she heard him pull in a quick breath and then clear his throat, she briefly stopped and stifled a giggle as he playfully glared down at her. She moved to his other hip she had bared and suckled and licked along the hipbone tracing its outline with her tongue. He didn't falter in his conversation this time but she heard his voice grow a bit deeper and lower. She felt his cock twitch against her chest as she kissed across his tummy. She sat back on her heels and tugged some more, trapping his cock right underneath the rim. She could see it pressing against the material, straining to get released. She leaned forward and nuzzled against it with her nose, then her mouth and lips. She heard him suppress another cough as he shifted his legs apart just a bit. She peeked up to check and his eyes were now dark, glazed over in desire, reflecting his lust. She smiled up at him as her hand slid inside the waistband, gently encircling his cock with her fingers and released it from his pants, softly groaning as her tongue flicked across her lips. She could feel her stomach tighten and her pussy squeeze and clench as her thighs rubbed against each other. She didn't care if he was on the phone anymore or what her punishment might be if she continued along this path. The craving to have him in her mouth was too much. She wanted to taste him, lick him, and suckle his hard throbbing cock. She pushed the rest of the material down his muscular legs, letting it bunch up at his feet. She inched closer and parted her lips, letting her pink tongue snake out and lick tentatively along the smooth head. Placing her lips just around the tip as her tongue playfully danced along the smooth head and teased at the small slit. She quietly moaned in the back of her throat as his musky smell filled her nostrils and a bit of pre-cum dripped onto her awaiting tongue. She could vaguely hear him starting to stutter and stammer through the conversation. His hand dropped into her hair and rested upon her head. She whimpered at feeling his touch, even if it was in her hair. Maybe it was his way of instructing her to stop or quit, but she was too far gone to care anymore. She changed tactics and let the tip slip from between her lips, swallowing the small amount of pre-cum she had collected. She turned her head and slid the flat of her tongue down the one side of his shaft, stopping to nibble and suckle as she met his groin, she let her fingertips caress lightly against his newly shaven ball sacs, lifting his hardening cock with her other hand as she swept her tongue along the entire bottom of it, only to then turn and lick down the other side. She pulled back only enough to look at his cock, now wet with her saliva. She moaned again and looked up. His eyes were still focused on her and what she was doing but his look had intensified. His fingers entangled in her locks and pulled her head closer. She felt his cock bump against her lips. She immediately opened them and let him slide his cock into her warm wet mouth. She closed her eyes as her tongue played along his veiny flesh, moaning as she suckled his cock into the warm cavern of her mouth. She heard him struggling to talk on the phone, his breath catching here and there as she started to allow his cock in and out of her mouth, the shaft sliding in and out of her pursed wet lips, an occasional graze of her teeth along the underside. She felt his grip tighten in her hair, tugging a bit as he started to buck his hips, pushing his cock further in, the tip bumping the back of her throat. She heard him say he had to go and he'd call back later as the phone landed on the counter with a thud. His hand joining his other one, entangling his fingers in her tousled hair, controlling her movements as his cock picked up speed and momentum. She slightly rocked on her heels as he fucked her mouth. His grip in hair tightening as he began to shove his cock all the way in, pressing it down her throat. She happily relaxed her muscles to accept the tip into her throat. Choking back a gag as the thick girth filled her throat and mouth. His moans turning to groans as he stayed buried in her throat. Her face was snuggled against his groin, nose nestled right against his stomach. Soft breaths were wafting against his skin as she breathed through her nose. Her hands were now gently rolling his heavy sacs between her fingers, causing him to moan more and thrust his hips, further embedding his cock in her mouth. She felt his fingers loosen their grip and she pulled back slightly, gasping for breath through her nose as his cock slipped out of her throat, slid past her tongue, grazing the roof of her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks she sucked hard as he pulled out to just the tip, only to thrust it back in again. She shifted her position so she was now kneeling instead of being poised on her heels'. Her one hand snaking down the front of her skirt, hoping to somewhat ease the burning ache that was forming in her wet dripping cunt. Her hand stopping right at her bare mound as she felt his warm breath against her ear... "Nuh uh...no touching...that's mine to take care of later when and if I determine to do so." The emphasis on 'if' as her body shuddered and her pussy quivered...her soft groan of protest being muffled as he began fucking her mouth again with his now rock hard cock. She shifted her concentration from her own cravings to his cock as it picked up speed and momentum. Her mouth was practically drooling as his hands tightened in her locks, completely taking control of the entire situation. She whimpered as she felt his fingers flick across her pert nipple, then grasp it, pinching. She felt warm liquid dribble down her thighs as her inner muscles clenched. 'oh and no cumming either, no matter what I do'; she whimpered as he twisted her nipple, pinching it even harder between his fingers. She could feel his cock swell as he fucked her mouth, her tongue flying along his cock as he thrust it in and out of her pursed lips. She inwardly groaned as she felt it twitch against her tongue, each time letting it slip down her throat. He every so often just holding it there snug, letting it throb deep in her throat. She wanted him to erupt right there, feel his hot thick white cum spurt and run down her throat, coating it; but she knew he wouldn't allow it and he knew she could suck him for hours if he wanted. She heard him grunt a few times and at others pulling in raspy breathes. He was close but wouldn't allow himself to topple. She heard his husky lust filled words against her ear... 'Do you want something?" as his fingers cruelly twisted and pulled on her nipple. She groaned and shuddered as she opened her eyes and looked up at him, nodding, his cock deeply embedded in her mouth and throat. He could actually see her throat bulge as his girth filled it. He didn't need her nod to know what she craved. He knew but he liked to see her submit. He'd make her beg for him in a bit. He continued to fuck her mouth and throat for a few more minutes. He pulled out suddenly as she gasped for a deep breath, quickly swallowing as her mouth was filled with saliva from sucking and licking him for so long. Her entire body hummed and was on fire. Her cunt was sopping wet. She needed to be fucked now. He knew it. He could tell from the slight sheen of sweat on her flushed skin, from the look in her now dark blue eyes as she gazed up at him, and from her heavy breathing. He fell to his knees and pushed her back on hers, grabbing at her shirt and ripping it open, pushing it off of her shoulders, baring her chest, her tits straining at her bra, reaching behind her to unhook it, roughly removing all of it, leaning down to take her red rock hard nipple between his teeth and biting it. Her quick intake of breath was followed quickly by a mixture of a moan and a groan as he bit down. Her hand gripping the back of his head as her other one raked down his back. The nails made him bite down even harder. She was shuddering in need pinned beneath him. His other hand gathered up her skirt, shoving it up her thighs, bunching it at her waist. Trailing his hand up her inner thigh expecting to slip his fingers and hand under her panties to tease and toy with her wet slit. He instead found bare hot wet smooth skin under his probing fingertips. His fingers washed up her wet slit to find her clit, coating it with his fingers. He eventually replaced them with his thumb. He was rubbing and pressing against the nub as he shoved two fingers into her wet wanting hole. She clutched at his back as a soft scream escaped her lips. He murmurs against her tit "No cumming". She groans in frustration as his fingers work their magic and bring her right to that edge, then withdraw. She whimpers as she pants for breath. He does this a few times more, bringing her right there, and stopping suddenly. Each time her groan of protest is more pronounced. He nibbles up along her chest to her neck and licks, "Tell me what you want!" He was thrusting in 3 of his now drenched fingers while pressing against her throbbing hard clit... "I need you," her three words of admission. He withdraws his fingers just a bit and pushes them back in, "you need what?" Grinding against him she groaned, "I want you!" He wiggles his fingers inside of her and thrusts them in deeper, "you want and need me to do what? Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. Tell me you need my cock, here, inside of you!" as he said as his fingers fucked her harder and faster. He nibbled and breathed against her ear before softening his voice to whisper, "tell me you want and need me to fuck you" She again whimpers and raises her hips against his invading fingers...she's close...she knows it and so does he...she struggles for her words. He withdraws and holds his fingers right at her sopping hot entrance....he can actually feel the heat radiate from her quivering cunt. She softly moans in a lustful ache. So, he repeats his request upon her ear in his soft sexy demanding whisper, "tell me...now!" She utters softly, "I want your cock." "Tell me where you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you." She hesitates and he rams his fingers back into her...she body quakes with need. She relents. "I want you to fuck me with your cock" she utters through pants of breaths. He pushes it with the words, "beg me and tell me how much you want me to fuck you, how badly you need me to fuck you" She can't think. She's overcome with lust and wanting. She reaches and grabs him by the back of his head and looks at him. "I want you to fuck me with your cock, hard and fast, make me explode all over it, soaking your balls!" He groans and quickly moves in front of her, grabs his rock hard cock and positions it at her entrance. He doesn't even hesitate as he feels the heat hit the tip, her slick wet bare lips make contact, he thrusts in hard, burying his entire length into her spasming pussy, her muscles clamp down as her nails dig into his shoulders. He murmurs against her neck. "Not yet." Sinking his teeth into the juncture of her neck, "don't you dare cum yet." She groans but obeys and holds back. He begins to pull out and thrust in so they can both look down and see his cock, slick and shiny covered in her juices, sliding in and out of her pussy. The sight alone sends her reeling. He reaches up with both of his hands and cups her tits, squeezing, mauling them before taking both her nipples between his fingertips, pinching them. He groans as he feels her inner muscles squeeze, clench and grip his cock as his fingers tighten...he pulls back till just his tip is at her entrance, her folds sucking him back in, almost as if they are begging, he slowly pushes in and pulls out. She whimpers, "please..." "Please what?" he asks. Already knowing what the response will be. "Fuck me!....harder! Hard and fast...pleeea..." Her last few syllables being cut off because she is absorbed by how his is cock ramming her wanton pussy. He feels her muscles ripple along and around his entire shaft, "Cum...now!!!" he demands. She bursts and screams as her orgasm erupts deep inside of her and she floods his cock and balls. He moans as he feels the hot liquid spurt from her cunt and splash upon his sacs. She continues to moan and groan and whimper as her orgasm rolls over her, more and more fluid flooding out, soaking both of them. As he starts to feel her calm down, he pulls out and tells her to flip over onto her stomach. She shifts and lies against the cold floor, her flesh on fire. He pushes her skirt up over her ass, exposing it and settles himself between her legs. She pushes up and backs up a bit, expecting him to slide back into her still quivering pussy. He places a hand upon her ass cheek and pulls, placing his wet coated cock at her ass, and he presses and pushes the tip into her tight entrance. She moans and wiggles, pushing back against him as he sinks his dick into her tight hole, hitting that first rim of resistance. She inhales a quick raspy breath. Eventually, she expels it with a yelp as his hand comes crashing down upon her ass cheek. She moans and wiggles more as the heat radiates on her flesh, she feels his cock push past the tight rim and she groans as she feels his cock filling her ass. He spanks her a few more times and she presses back against him until his entire length is sunk into her hole, stretching it, her now pink warm ass nestled against his thighs. He softly moans at feeling the heat against him and drops a few more well placed smacks, turning the pink to red. Her cunt clenches with each smack. He can feel the quiver. His hands move to her hips and grip them, holding her there, letting her adjust to his entire cock being in her ass...he hears her utter, "fuck me." He pulls back just a bit and pushes his cock back into her tight ass, "Oh fuckkkkkkkk,' she groans, "pleeease, oh god, pleeease...just fuck me..." He grins and starts up a rhythm of fucking her, an occasionally smack or two or three with his hands upon her now red ass cheeks, increasing his pace and speed...he feels her body quake and quiver beneath him...he feels his cock twitch and swell as he fucks her tight ass...he starts to grunt and breathe heavily. She clutches at the floor as she cries out, "I'm gonna cum!" He rams himself into her ass, groans loudly, leans over and sinks his teeth into her shoulder blade. She screams his name. His cock spurts out massive amounts of hot cum into her quivering ass. She can feel her hot liquid pool beneath the two of them as his dick quivers in her ass, emptying itself into her...she tightens up a few more times as each orgasm hits producing more and more liquid. He finally rolls to his side pulling her along with him. His cock still in her ass as she turns to look at him and grins and states, "um, I think I soaked your floor." He playfully tweaks a sore nipple, swatting her backside while retorting, "and I just mopped it too. Bad girl." Swatting her other cheek, "we'll have to come up with a suitable punishment." She grins even more as she nips his nose, "oh I'm sure you'll come up with something appropriate and suitable'...squeezing his cock with her ass muscles as he groans against her shoulder. Snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her to him, they lay there longer snuggling. Anticipation I couldn't take my eyes off Kyle. I watched him mingling with colleagues and business connections. He was completely in his element. He was sauve, attentive and charismatic while flashing a confident smile and delivering well timed humor. My attraction to him was renewed. How did you get so lucky? I thought to myself. I couldn't help but think about how wonderful he was between my legs only four hours earlier. He came through my door straight from the airport. He looked exhausted but there was a fire burning behind his blue eyes. He crossed the room toward me and before I could say a word, he gathered me in his arms and kissed my welcome from my mouth. The kiss had been heavy, hot and open mouthed. Kyle kissed and teased me against, and on top of, most of the furniture in my house before we made it to my bedroom. Recalling the scene made my skin flush. To cool myself, I pressed the cold surface of the crystal goblet against the open neckline of my cocktail dress. "Would you like some more, Miss?" "I'm sorry. What?" "More wine, Miss?" The steward offered a red wine. "No. No thank you." I placed my empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter, shook out my mass of dark curls, and made my way across the room. I forced my gait to be slow. I balanced on the balls of my feet to create an exaggerated sway in my hips. With every step, the heavily embroidered and beaded skirt played along my freshly shaven legs. My inner lips slid wetly against each other as I walked. I smiled, knowing exactly how to get out of this party. I startled Kyle when I walked up behind him to link my arm with his. He flashed me a smile then introduced me around to the circle of colleagues. He was very professional and collected. Between witty replies and cordial comments, his eyes always fell back to me. They were quick appraising glances, hot on my cleavage, neck and bare arms. I teased more out by casually tracing my fingertips along my neckline or shifting my weight in such a way that my hip bumped his upper thigh. I pulled his arm against me so that it brushed underneath the fullness of my breast. Kyle's eyes smiled into mine. "Excuse us." I nodded to the gentlemen then pull Kyle out of ear shot. On tip toe I whispered into his ear, "I want your mouth on my pussy right now." I was humored by the way he pursed his lips like he was contemplating the idea. "Get your coat. I'll have the car brought around." It was exactly what I needed to hear. I smiled with the knowledge that I was with the best man in the room tonight. I made it a few steps to the exit then turned to look back at Kyle. He was watching me. I blushed. The February evenings made a forceful attempt at reminding us that it was still winter despite the unseasonably warm days. I shivered when the cold air wrapped my legs in its icy grip. "None of that," Kyle spoke hotly into my ear. "I'll have you warmed up in no time." He gave me a tight squeeze then took a loud sniff of my hair. My hands searched for warmth inside his jacket as he hugged me tightly into his body. "How did you get so naughty, Julie?" "What do you mean?" I spoke into his shoulder while my hands caressed over his back to his ass. Kyle growled playfully then kissed the top of my head. "Here we are," Kyle said as the valet popped out of the black sedan to receive his tip. "I have to hurry and get you home." I was giddy and practically skipped to the car. "Mr. Saunders. Can I speak with you a moment?" A man's voice sounded behind us. We were caught short of reaching the car door. The man walked briskly down the steps waving a pamphlet. "Mr. Carlson. I-" Kyle acknowledged him. "We never got the chance to speak about your reluctance to do my project." Carlson caught up with us quickly and wedged himself between Kyle and me. "I apologize, Mr. Carlson. My date isn't feeling well. I was just about to take her home." Over Mr. Carlson's shoulder, Kyle shot me a "play along" look. When Mr. Carlson turned toward me, I feigned my best ill expression. "Ah. I see. Seemed only moments ago the two of you were all smiles." He looked once more at me then at Kyle. "No matter. Expect a call from me before the end of the week." "I appreciate it." Kyle gave Mr. Carlson a quick firm hand shake then turned to assist me into the car. Kyle's fingertips trailed my arm from wrist to elbow while I slid inside. He leaned in close and said, "Now, let's get out of here before someone else stops me from having my way with you." His lips touched softly on my neck. I sat back into the leather seat and smiled. The warm interior and rich, new leather aroma relaxed me and awakened a much warmer sensation inside me. Normally it was a ten minute trip home if Kyle took the same route, but it was a Friday evening, traffic would certainly be slow. A ten minute trip home was now a thirty minute trip if we were lucky. I couldn't wait that long. As he got in, I got out. "What are you doing?" "Don't worry." I climbed into the back seat. "You just get us home." Kyle looked confused, but started the car without further questions. We sat in silence for a while. I took slow deep breaths. I could pick out Kyle's cologne, the leather and the crisp winter air as the car sped toward the highway. I closed my eyes. The street lights flashed behind my lids as we passed them, a quick strobe that made my heartbeat faster. I uncrossed my legs. The leather squeaked underneath me. "What are you doing back there?" I left my eyes closed and released my head back then said, "Wanna see?" Before he could answer, I stretched my body, balanced on my heels and pulled up the hem of my dress until it was well above my waistline. The seats were cold against my bottom. Gooseflesh tickled the tops of my arms. Kyle careened his neck to see into the back seat. "Oh." "You just keep us on the road Kyle." "How about I just pull over and...God...get back there with you." I opened my eyes and caught Kyle almost completely turned around. "Kyle!" "I'm being careful. I wouldn't let anything happen to you." I let out a relieved sigh when he turned his eyes back to the highway. He adjusted the rear view mirror so that the lower part of my body was framed. "Why do you have to be such a tease?" "I'm not a tease. I promise to let you have this when we get home." I pulled down the black lace thong, feeling it twist as it came down around my thighs to my knees. I touched my index finger and middle finger to the tip of my tongue then placed them on the base of my clit. "There's a rest stop in a quarter mile." "Drive," I chuckled. My smile faded quickly when the need to rub my clit grew. The tiny exhibitionist inside me danced around joyfully as I pulled open my shaven lips. I wondered if Kyle could smell my arousal from the front seat. I pressed my fingers in harder. There was a quick pulse under my fingertips. I moaned. "Feel good?" "Mmm-huh." I needed to spread my legs open farther but my panties were a restricting tangle of elastic and lace. I pushed them off all the way. It occurred to me to leave them in the floorboard but I thought giving them to my chauffeur would be a much better idea. I tossed them up front and, with surprising accuracy, the leg opening made a ringer around the rear view mirror. "Oh! You evil woman." I laughed. "We're in stop-and-go traffic for another five exits. I'll just climb back there and get you." "Don't you dare! Keep driving. I'm having fun." "I see that." Kyle laughed. His right hand left the steering wheel. "Whatcha doin' there Mr. Saunders?" "Enjoying the view." It thrilled me beyond belief to have him watch me, even more so to create a reaction in his crotch. I felt flushed and aroused. For several moments I touched and teased my soft folds. My fingers dove into the pool of honey collecting near my hole. I spread it over my clit and my pussy lips. They were swollen. I writhed under my fingers and closed my eyes, wanting Kyle's attentive mouth on me. I'd created my own torture chamber inside a foreign luxury sedan. My touches were sweet agony. I wanted him to lick and taste me where my fingers were going. I could have what I wanted with merely a whispered request, but I knew I, no we, would be better for it if I waited. "Come on. Come on." Kyle said to the red brake lights. "I want to come." "Don't! I'm not going to miss that." He turned to look at me. "Tell me you'll wait." His eyes caressed me and came to rest at my pussy. I showed him the pink moist inside of my pussy and drew circles around it, smoothing the juices, dipping my finger inside. I played. I teased. I watched his eyes. I watched his mouth. I wanted to yank him into the back seat with me and sit on his face until my pleasure spilled out over him. "Want a taste?" I leaned into the front seat and I lined his lips with my wet finger. He licked away the glistening residue. "Good?" Kyle answered by catching my finger between his lips. He sucked loudly, yet gently. I shivered. I wanted his mouth on my clit, on my nipples, on my mouth. When he was done he kissed the tip of each finger. "I want you," I said in a whisper. An angry horn sounded behind us. Reluctantly, he released my hand. Our car lurched forward. Kyle sped around a slowing vehicle and expertly maneuvered into the lane to make our exit. I held on to the seatback to keep from sliding. Kyle rounded corners sharply and gassed the engine at every threat of a red light. When he went through the last light just before my street, red, white and blue lights lit up our back window. "You're kidding me," Kyle said, flipping the rear view mirror from my hot thighs to a patrol car. The officer blasted his siren twice to let us know that he meant business. Kyle steered the car off the street. I could see the titled gates of my subdivision. My heart sank. I wondered if the officer would let him go if I said I was in dire need of a muff full of Kyle's face. If I show him my ready, pouty lips would I be able to get us out of any trouble? I sat quietly in the back seat, waiting while the officer called in our plates. When the officer approached he was stone faced and spoke coldly into the vehicle. The air outside must have dropped ten degrees since I'd been in it. It instantly tweaked my nipples into hard, sensitive peaks. They poked harshly against the chiffon bodice. I wanted to rub them briskly with my palms to warm them into submission, but I didn't want to call undo attention to myself. "License and registration." Kyle had them ready for inspection. The officer looked over the documents, his radio squawked something unintelligible. "Are you aware of the reason I pulled you over." Kyle answered with a level, "No, officer." The officer explained that Kyle had failed to yield at the last intersection. He peered into the vehicle. He squinted as he looked into the back seat. I stealthily moved to cover the tops of my thighs with the bunched and horribly wrinkled skirt of my dress. I crossed my legs in time before he clicked on his flashlight and shone it into my eyes. "Ma'am." "Officer." He panned the light around the rest of the vehicle, possibly searching for open containers or anything suspicions. I exhaled when he moved it away from the floorboards. I couldn't be certain, but I thought he held the light on my legs and bare feet a little too long. He spoke again. "Street signs are in place for a purpose, Mr. Saunders." "Yes sir." The officer continued to look into the vehicle with the aid of the flashlight. Its bright blueish-white light moved over the passenger seat, the dash and then spotlighted my lacy thong hanging over the rear view mirror. He cleared his throat. "This is a warning stop. Please, for the sake of other drivers drive safely and obey all traffic signs." "I'll do that sir." Kyle's voice resonated with the relief I shared with him. "You two have a pleasant evening." "You too, sir. Thank you, sir." He started to walk away then stopped, poked his head into the car and said, "Oh, and buckle up there in the back seat." "Yes, sir." I said unable to keep a tiny laugh out of my reply. Kyle didn't wait for the officer to get back into his police cruiser before he had the car started and pointed toward my house. We were only three blocks away but Kyle drove down the residential street like he was making the last lap at Talledega. "Where's the fire?" I joked as the car slammed to a stop in the driveway. "Between your legs. At least that's what you were saying thirty minutes ago." Kyle threw off his seatbelt and edged his way into the backseat to reach for me. I slipped from his grasp and climbed out of the car. I walked quickly toward the front door to keep the cold concrete from freezing my toes. I heard the car doors close. I slipped inside. I had just gotten my coat off and ready for a hanger when Kyle threw his arms around my waist. "You know, you really shouldn't tease a man who wants you so badly." With every word, he positioned my body against his. I shoved off his hands before he was able to press his crotch into my bottom. "Really? And tell me why that is." I didn't turn to look at him. I walked straight to the closet door and hung the coat. After closing the closet door, satisfied that I had worked Kyle up to a frenzy, I turned to face him. He was standing directly in front of me. The house was dark, but the street light on the corner provided enough light for me to see the expression on Kyle's face. It was cold and a tad sinister. Had he been a man I'd just met, I might have been frightened. When he spoke, his voice was a husky whisper. "Because when he finally has the chance to get what he wants..." He looked down into the bodice of my dress. "He may not be very nice about it." It might have been the way the light hit his eyes as he moved in to kiss me but I swear his penetrating blue eyes were glowing. I dodged his kiss. "Oh come off it." I laughed. I attempted to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm. "A-a-ah. You really think I'm going to let you get away from me again?" He pulled me to stand before him. "After you've so perfectly choreographed this flirtation from the start, you think I'm going to let you lead the whole time?" His eyes were moving all over me, settling everywhere except my eyes. He stepped towards me and I stepped back. My heartbeat sped up. It wasn't from fear. It was uncertainty. I had no idea how to react to this new side of Kyle. Laughing wasn't working. He walked toward me more until he had me backed up against the closet door. "I did tell you that you look lovely tonight." I nodded. "Yes I did. You were the sexiest woman in the room. And this dress. That open back." He slipped his hand up my hip to my back then groaned. "Do you know what it's been doing to me? Of course you do. You little slut." I opened my mouth to protest. He put his index finger on my mouth. "Oh no. Don't deny it now. Shaking your ass for the whole room. Getting all those tongues wagging." he annunciated every word. I smiled and said, "Yours is the only one I wanted wagging." "Mmmm. I wonder how many of my colleagues would like to go a few rounds with you?" He spoke as if he hadn't heard me. He pushed his left hand down over my ass and gripped it tight enough to make me feel the strength in each finger. He continued to speak with his face close to mine. His nose pressed into my cheek. "Offer you up to them on a platter. Huh?" He jerked me into him. I felt how aroused he. The hardness pressed against me made me twitch inside. I didn't know what he wanted. Did he want me to say yes? Did he want me to say no? Was he searching for affirmation that his cock was all I needed? And now that I've felt it for the first time this evening it was all I wanted. "I think you'd like that wouldn't you? Being a little slut." I hadn't known that my game tonight would cause this stir within Kyle. I'd never known him to be this direct, this...darkly aroused. I tried to envision what he'd said, picture in my mind having him watch me with his colleagues, passed around for his enjoyment. The thought did nothing for me, but Kyle's demeanor, the look in his eyes, the tension and excitement in his body, all did the right things to me. I tried pulling back from him to slide my hand between us to take hold of his cock. He stopped me. Kyle's fingers went around my wrist like five steel coils. He held me firmly, tight enough that I knew he had to feel the speed of my pulse. I made my voice a low purr and said, "You are all I want. Am I still a slut?" "Oh yes. Showing me that beautiful cunt of yours." He lowered his face into my neck. "Making me smell your arousal. Putting that sweet juice from your pussy on my mouth? You have to know that's what sluts do." "Do sluts turn their men on? Make their cock hard?" Kyle remained holding my wrist with his right hand and dipped his shoulder enough to explore under my skirt with his left. His hand was large and warm. I shuddered inside at the feeling of him tracing up the back of my thigh. When his fingers found my lips, we both sucked in a breath. "They do," he growled. "And they get wet. Just like you are now. Makes me want to fuck you." Kyle's hand, from index finger to thumb, parted my lips. His fingers moved along my folds without resistance. My pussy was wet and responding the way it always did to Kyle's touch. The tiny throbs of my clit commanded me to find a way to get him inside me. "Then fuck me. Fuck your slut." I wanted it to sound like a command but the words left my mouth like a plea. Kyle made me weak. The anticipation made me want to give myself over to him. Kyle released me to use both hands to open his trousers and free his cock. I opened the zipper on the side of my dress. With a shrug the dress fell off my shoulders into a pool at my feet. Kyle glanced at my nudity then pulled me up into him from the back of my thighs, effortlessly lifting me off my feet. He cradled me over his forearms. The closet door was a hard support against my back. I was wide eyed and aware of how wonderful the first stroke would feel. Kyle sensed my need. "Say it." "Fuck me." "Mmm." He licked up my throat to my ear. "Say it like you mean it." He lowered me just enough for the tip of his cock to press against my clit. I almost jumped out of my skin. "Fuck me with your cock, Kyle." "This cock?" Kyle moved me so that my pussy rubbed against him. The hard ridge of him opened me. I was trembling and horny. I clutched his upper arms, feeling the flexed hardness of them. It was too much. I needed him and would do anything to have him fill me. "Yes. That cock." I said weakly. The tremor in my voice matched the small tingles overwhelming my pussy. They traveled slowly up to my tummy, up my spine, then up my hairline. "Look at me." I hadn't realized that I'd close my eyes. When I opened them I saw Kyle gazing into my face, searching for something. Our eyes met and he gave me what I wanted. Little by little, he eased his cock into me. I took the tapered length of him with a satisfied sigh. My eyes never left his as he moved in and out of me until our contact filled the room with slick sucking noises. "My God," I whispered as he used my weight to impale me with his shaft. His fingers splayed across my ass. They stretched my cheeks and, along with the stiff fullness of the base of his cock, my holes opened. He was inside my pussy as far as he could go, and I wanted more. I wasn't in a position to move against him for more contact. I was forced to ask for it. I didn't trust my voice to carry my words to him so I put my lips close to his ear and whispered. Anticipation "Harder." "My sexy slut wants more? Huh? You want more?" His movements stopped and he rested our weight against the door. It creaked. My back began to sweat. "Please." "Please what?" Kyle rolled his hips into me, forcing the head of his cock roughly along the back of my pussy. That was enough to make me want to come. My pussy gave a small convulsion. "Come on. I need to hear what my slut wants." Kyle kissed me before I could answer. Our tongues met halfway between our mouths. We rolled them wetly against each other. I tasted the underside of his tongue, his bottom lip, and his teeth before searching the sweet cavern of his mouth. I concentrated on the fascinating sensation of how that imitated our sex. "Tell me," he said on my lips, and then kissed me again. My chest rose quickly with my breath. My nipples rubbed against the rough surface of his dress shirt, making them ache for a gentler form of contact, but they tingled all the same. I was mad with want for him. Everything that felt good hurt with the desire for more. "Fuck me harder with your cock, Kyle." "Good girl. I'll give you more." He lifted me up by my hips then lowered me onto my wobbly legs. He pushed me out of the foyer into the living room before I could protest. Kyle flicked on the light. My pupils restricted. The room wasn't in focus when Kyle bent me over the back of the sofa. I lifted up on my elbows to look back over my shoulder. I watched him undress. His attention was on my backside. My pussy throbbed harder and harder as more of his handsome body was revealed to me. He was patient and deliberate, carefully folding his shirt into a neat pile. I couldn't take it. I found my voice. "Fuck me, Kyle." He simply smiled before kicking off his shoes, pulling off his socks and whipping off his trousers and briefs in one swift motion. I moved my hips back and forth in a plea for contact. He stood back. I watched him smooth the shining lubricant from my pussy into his shaft. I wanted it back inside me. The more he touched himself the hornier I became. I could feel myself dripping. My body called for me to do anything to get him back to me. So I did. "Come fuck your slut, Kyle." I accentuated my request by pulling open the lips of my pussy and drawing a line with my middle finger from my sopping wet hole to my clit. "Now that's my girl." He groaned before pushing himself into me. "Like that?" "Yes. Like that." He gave me a hard thrust. He'd grown harder for me and I loved it. "Oh. I want to be your slut." As I said it, I realized it was true. I wanted to be his slut. I was so hungry for him. All I could think about was how he was going to make me feel, how my pussy was going to react once he let me come, and how his semen would feel and taste as it landed in my waiting mouth. The thought of his cum drove me over the edge. My orgasm was short but intense. It washed over me and left me shaking all over. My words were not my own. I described to him how good I felt and how I wanted more. I writhed against him. I drove my hips back into him. Kyle held my shoulders and used them as leverage, deepening his strokes. The tip of his dick was inside me as far as I thought it could go. As I called out, he pushed harder. I couldn't feel the rest of my body. All sensation was centered where the two of us connected. His hands slipped up around my neck into my hair. Kyle took a fist full and tugged. My neck strained against the hold he had on me and the ramming from his hips. It was exquisite. The pain of it ran white hot along the pleasure and I screamed. I clinched my eyes tight until the colors of the room faded to black behind my lids. "That's how you wanted it?" Kyle shouted over my voice. My answer was a broken utterance like I was speaking into a fan. I was gulping for air. My skin was on fire. I knew if he fucked me any harder I'd split in two...and I wanted it. I begged for it. That's when he stopped. Before I could turn my face toward him, he brought something over my head to my mouth. I saw a blur of black fabric then black lace was wedged between my lips. "Take 'em in your mouth and hush." Kyle made me bite into my panties. The crotch was positioned so that it fit against my tongue like a frilly bit. He grabbed the two dangling elastic ends like reins before entering me again. I braced myself for more of the wonderful pressure of his cock deep and hard in my pussy but his strokes were slow, gentle but just as deep. He paused all the way inside me so that I could feel the soft caress of his balls, his full head against my cervix and his taut hips on my ass. He yanked my head back and lowered his mouth to my ear and spoke. "Taste that pussy slut." Our sex was a slow dance as he whispered every filthy word into my ear. To my surprise I loved it. Every word was a tongue on my clit or a tight clamp on my nipples. "I love when my slut gives me her tight pussy." "Yes." I murmured through a mouth full of fabric. My eyes flew open when Kyle's palm crashed down on my ass with a loud smack. "God!" I screamed. The panties fell out of my mouth. He smacked me again. Harder. Another whack contacted against the other cheek. Pain like a million needles sprang up where his hands landed. He alternated between cheeks. Five. Six. Seven times. Each time my bottom burned under the weight of his hand. Eight. My pussy clenched around his dick when he hit me. His pleasure rang in my ears. Nine. "Fuck yes!" Ten. Kyle fucked into me quickly with strokes that were the deepest of the night. I was opening further under the weight of his dick. Warm spurts of cum blasted my inner walls. I straightened my back so he could hold me. His hands roamed over my chest and tummy while his body shook with his orgasm. I let him put two of his fingers on my clit. It was an engorged trapping of my next orgasm. I held onto him by his hips while I came. I was sweaty and weak. I'd been fucked well. I felt...like a slut. We came down from our high on the couch with a red throw covering our cooling bodies. We were both a little sticky but I couldn't think of any other place to be but in his arms. Kyle kissed the top of my head. "You know, when I said –" "I know," I said. "I couldn't help it. You had me so spun up. You were such a -" "Really. I know." I shifted my body so I could look him in the eye. I understood what he was trying to say. Being out of the moment, I didn't want to hear the word again. "Turn on. You were such a huge turn on. I'm a lucky man." I blushed then said, "And what makes you such a lucky man?" "I've found a woman that can be everything and anything I want, in and out of the bedroom." Kyle's blue eyes were as radiant and glowing as before but with a warmth and brilliance that originated from some place other than his desire. I leaned in and pressed my lips softly against his. Before he could kiss me back I pulled away then said, "Turning you on was my pleasure." "I'm already hungry for next time." Anticipation ***(This is my first submission to Lit, so please feel free to give me feedback and criticisms!)*** "I want u naked in ur hall, on all fours so the 1st thing I c is ur pussy" I re-read the text message and shivered with delicious apprehension. Knees digging into the cold oak floor of the hallway, I obediently kept my position, waiting on his arrival. Fabulous, filthy thoughts floated around my head as the draught from the corridor outside wafted under the flat door to meet my naked pussy, shaved immaculately smooth on his instruction, and already moistening at the idea of what was to come. He had instructed me that once he arrived, I was not to look him in the eye, not to talk to him unless he requested it, I was his slave, his fuck-toy, his slut for the night. I didn't quite know what to expect, but I knew that with him, I was in for a night of hard, uninhibited fucking. Footsteps... The sound of the key in the door sent an electric jolt through me, my nipples immediately hardening in exquisite tension and anticipation. I forced myself not to look at him, fearing the punishment if I did, seeing instead in my mind's eye every contour of his body, his deep brown eyes, short blonde hair and stocky, athletic frame. He didn't speak a word to me, instead, my whole body trembled as I felt his hands, cold against my hot skin, roughly caress and knead my arse. Without ceremony, I felt his tongue lap over my dampening pussy and up to my arsehole, making me exhale loudly and sink down onto my elbows in delight. "You are a horny little slut, aren't you," he breathed, working a finger around my clit before pushing it inside me, right to the knuckle in one swift movement, making me moan in surprised pleasure. My cunt tightened around his teasing finger, trying to draw it deeper inside me, my arse bucking up to meet his ready tongue to encourage him to rim me some more. I wasn't prepared for the sharp slap across my backside. "No, my little whore. I'm controlling the pace of things," he said, pulling his finger out of my sopping wet pussy. The tenderness of his voice belied the harsh words as he pulled me up by the shoulders. "Now be a good slut, and suck my cock." He stepped in front of me, and for the first time in the evening I saw him, dark eyes flashing with the excitement of being in control; his cock straining at the front of his jeans. I slowly unbuttoned his fly, brazenly exposed to his watching eyes as he reached down to pull on my nipples. Easing his jeans downwards, I hungrily eyed his rapidly hardening cock, before teasingly running my tongue gently around the head. He groaned in ecstasy as I pulled his dick deep into my mouth, determined to take as much of him as I possibly could, flicking my tongue back and forth across the underside of his shaft. I felt the almost painful twist of his fingers into my long dark hair as he repeatedly fucked my mouth, making me gag on his length, eyes watering as I struggled to accommodate his cock. "Bed," he commanded, abruptly pulling back and wiping the tears from my cheeks. I staggered to my feet and followed him to my bedroom, where he wordlessly motioned me to lie on my back on the bed. I settled back against the pillows and surveyed him quizzically. "Show me how you were touching yourself last night when you were texting me," he said. Obediently, I spread my legs and started to rub and stroke my sensitive clit, before delving two fingers deep into my burning hot cunt. He stood at the end of the bed, watching me intently, and wanked his hard cock in time as I worked my fingers in and out. "You're my little toy, you don't cum until I say you can," he warned, and I whimpered my compliance as the sound of my own fingers squelching in my pussy filled the room. "Didn't you mention using a toy last night as well?" he prompted, nodding towards my bedside table. I nodded and without further instruction, sucked my rabbit vibe into my mouth before pushing it hard into my waiting cunt. "Fuck, that looks so hot," he whispered, coming closer, stroking his cock and stripping off his t-shirt so he was gloriously naked by my bed, the sight of his toned body turning me on even more. "I love seeing you stretched around that big vibe, you look so slutty lying there pounding your own pussy." I turned up the speed on the vibe and pumped myself hard with the thick blue rubber phallus. "Are you close?" he whispered, looking me in the eye and leaning over me. I nodded breathlessly, painfully close to orgasm. "Cum for me, then, like the horny little bitch you are." He leaned forward, pushing his finger into my open mouth, before sliding it into my tight arsehole as the combination of sensations rapidly brought me off. I cried out as I clenched tightly around the vibe and his finger, my pussy and arse contracting and spasming wildly as I came. Gently, urgently, he removed the vibe from my grasp as I was still shaking in the aftermath of my orgasm, and rolled a condom down his hard shaft. As though I weighed little more than the clothes he'd thrown on my floor, he flipped me over doggy style and thrust his cock deep into my soaking pussy. I cried out as he sunk all the way into me, his balls nestling against my clit, his hands reaching forward to grab my tits as he started to pound me hard from behind. Slamming his body into mine again and again, I felt my knees start to give way from sheer lust as he ploughed into me, over and over, his balls slapping my pussy and his hot breath on my shoulder. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, whispering obscenities in my ear, that I was his, he was my master, that he had been saving his cum up for me for the past few days. My pulse rushed in my ears as I worked his cock with my pussy, gripping him tightly as he pushed in, making sure that he could feel me tightening around him. I arched my back, pushing back against him with each stroke so that I could get him as deep inside me as possible. I felt a drop of his sweat run off his forehead and land right between my shoulders as we fucked, animalistic and frenzied, the smell of sex and our mingled sweat heavy in the air. "I'm going to..." A few final hard thrusts, and he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling suddenly empty. I felt the hot shower of his cum as he ripped off the condom and released his load over my back and hair. I groaned with delight as I felt the hot liquid start to run down my back towards my arse, and collapsed onto my side on my bed. Still breathing hard, he got up, gave me a chaste kiss on the forehead and was gone. No intimate cuddling afterwards... But I suppose that's just normal, when you're messing around with your Mum's boyfriend. It's been going for six months now, but please don't judge me. No-one gets hurt as long as she never finds out... right? Anticipation We walked down the dark foggy street in silence, hand in hand. The unspoken communication of anticipation. My heart was racing with the feeling and yet I still had uncertainty. Did he feel it too? We came to the house and we strolled to the door, I tried not to let my nervousness show. I stood next to him as he smoked. Taking long drawn out breaths in, savoring, then letting the curling smoke into the freezing night air. His lips around the cigarette more sexual to me now than ever. His tongue tip lightly touching the edge of the paper, awaiting the next inhale. I pretended to be patient, but my patience had long run out. I took a deep breath in, steadying myself and finding the courage to do something, anything to relieve this. I pushed him up against the brick wall, my hands on his shoulders, my body colliding with his. All the need I had inside welled up as my lips reached his and with open mouths we both breathed each other in, kissing frantically. It was like a bolt of electricity as he pulled me harder into him, ignoring the lit cigarette he took hold and ground my hips into his. Almost unconsciously I was grinding more, moaning into his mouth as I did so. The anticipation once again took over all my senses, my body totally aware of what may follow. We continued to kiss, our tongues playing back and forth, my lips between his teeth, his lips brushing seductively over mine. For what seemed like an hour he made me quiver with only his lips and tongue, and by the time he stopped to take another long draw of his cigarette, I was panting and shaking against his warm body. He unlocked the door, my hand in his free hand, pulling me inside and to him straight away. His lips locked to mine he slid his hands over my shoulders, dropping my black coat to the floor, and reaching for the zipper of my shirt. Our clothes quickly ended up on the floor and table, my only remaining clothes a bright red lace bustier and panties, both which he insisted stayed on. My addiction to his warm lips was fast cemented as he continued to plunder my mouth with his tongue, teasing and playing. While he kissed me with this passion I hadn't known he dragged me slowly to the set of carpeted stairs which led to his bedroom. Another shiver of anticipation made me shudder, the thought of a bed, and the awaiting delights it held. At the top of the stairs it was dark still, three doors waiting to be entered. My expectations were turned upside down as he pushed me up against the nearest wall, slamming himself against my body, creating an amazing wave of pleasure, and eliciting a loud moan from my lips. He smiled wickedly at this, keeping my body as close as possible to his, my head dropping once again to be claimed by his soft but commanding lips. This time he knew how to tease me, at his mercy like this, he used the hard metal of his tongue bar to stroke my lips and tongue, setting off a million thoughts. A simulated pleasure of what he could do to me. And this was exactly what he wanted me to know. His hips held me in place against the wall while he moved against me, letting me know his intentions, his cock hard through his jeans, a teasing touch, that was right where I needed it, yet so unsatisfying. One hand helped support my weight gripping my ass hard, his other moving down my body, making me arch up as he palmed my breasts through my lingerie, tweaking my nipples till I moaned, then moving on to tease me through my underwear. Unbearable torture that made me moan again, and his grin in the dark let me know that he was very aware of what he did to me, and the way he affected me. By now I was writhing in his arms, his hand expertly stroking my clit through my underwear, begging to be fucked. Shamelessly I moaned out load, shaking and struggling to escape his grip, and his torture. Finally, slipping two fingers inside me, I came hard, relieving all the built up tension and shuddering out my orgasm as we both leaned against each other and the wall. Released back onto solid ground, we found ourselves on the floor at the top of the stairs. He lay underneath me, his anticipation now a sweet revenge for what he had done to me. He breathed hard, gripping my hips and waiting for my next move. I was shaking myself as I moved my body down, letting him in, that first wave of pleasure blurring my vision. Closing my eyes as I saw his darken while I moved slowly up and down, not only getting used to this feeling, but savoring the absolute filling of myself. He moaned too, we moved together, this dance of bodies, ancient and primal. An almost unbearable friction built between us, frantic and steady at the same time. No thoughts passed, only instinct, as he fucked me as hard as I moved on him, moved me this way and that, finding what made me scream, orgasm after orgasm, discovering new ways to pleasure each other. No time was paid attention to as we continued, the stairs acting as leverage as I was bent over, the final act of this play. I screamed, my fingernails digging into the soft carpet, his movements constantly harder and faster as we came together, hardly able to take a breath. Our bodies together, sated at last, after a night of utter anticipation. Anticipation "Come here!" Quickly my wrists are taken hold of and tied behind my back with what feels like a soft silken scarf. You announce, "I want to see your ass up high in the air." "Bend over!" You gently lower me over your knees with your hand on the back of my neck as you sit on the ground. Then to make a stronger statement you hold my wrists tight against my lower back, even though I'm tied up, covering my dragon tattoo. I wait for what is to come. "Spread your legs!" As I do, the palm of your hand lands heavily on my bare white ass, first onto one cheek and then onto the other. I do my very best not to let out a squeal. You tenderly caress my bum with your fingers in long slow loving strokes. Just as I begin to think about relaxing, you slap me again. Caressing, you rub my cheeks soothing my stinging skin and spank me again, over and over repeatedly. I'm kept tense after each fondling never knowing when you are actually going to be done. I love it. I think you are enjoying the experience too. I wonder how you learned to spank like that in a way which gave the recipient so much excitement. I realize it surprised me how forcefully you told me to bend over and spread my legs but I naturally obeyed with a small smile. I had no idea you liked to be in control but I'm excited at the thought of being your submissive partner. Inspecting to see how wet I am, you must like to see the moisture inside my pussy lips. I feel vulnerably exposed as you study my private parts for the first time. I breathe heavily not wanting to move. You pick me up off your knees, raise my head with a hand under my chin, smile and gently kiss my red lips. We are sitting together in a wide grassy clearing at the edge of a black forest at the soft base of a large oak. Many of the maple trees' coloured leaves have already dropped to the ground but it's too dark to tell how many. They coat the damp soil providing an outdoor bed. Surprisingly, the autumn air is still very warm. The world we came from no longer exists; it is only us now, finally. On previous occasions when we had seen each other amongst friends, I wanted to be with you more. I am very attracted to you. I believe I have now experienced love at first sight. Ever since we met for the first time, I have dreamed up ways that I could get closer to you. I'm glad we were able to have a few moments alone at the last party we attended together. Without saying a word, you cornered me and kissed me. I was so happy! I had no idea you felt the same way about me as I have fantasised about you. I am so lucky; I now know you desire me too. Since we decided to have this secret date, away from the prying eyes of our respective partners, I've been dreaming and anticipating every night about what it will be like to have sex with you. The teasing fantasies you have written to me as flirtatious foreplay has left me craving your body even more than I had before. So much so, that after reading your letters, I have secretly snuck off to bed, earlier than usual just to be alone, so I can release the immense sexual tension that has mounted in my aching clit. My fingers wiggled me to explosive orgasms every time as my mind pretended it was your tongue licking and sucking me off. Recently I found when daydreaming about you I wasn't getting enough satisfaction, so whilst waiting to hear from you between your messages I have started to give myself hot electric orgasms each and every day. Our evening has barely begun and the lustful desire that is building up in me is far beyond anything I could have ever imagined! I can see myself physically shake with mixed feelings of risky nervousness and sheer loving passion. You untie my wrists as your tongue reaches back into my mouth. Against your broad chest, in your strong arms, my petite body seems extra small. My long dark wavy hair flows over my shoulders and covers my pink erect nipples. You tenderly brush the stray strands of hair off my blushing hot face and look deep into my watery eyes. My bum cheeks are sore, a deep crimson colour is what I imagine my bare ass must look like, but I don't think I could be wetter. It is a thrill to take what you give me without hesitation, not just for my pleasure but for your pleasure as well. I'm breathing deeper now. You are so hot and sexy to me that I'm lost in lustful desire. Your lips are so soft velvety against mine. I love the way you kiss me. Our lips partially open and our tongues wiggle in rhythm, almost parting but not, over and over. Please don't stop. You seem to know what turns us both on. You have stripped me naked outdoors and we are together under the stars; two of the most natural and sexual feelings I have ever known. They arouse me. You arouse me. My love juices are now overflowing, running out of my aroused pussy lips and down the sides of my inner thighs ever since you spanked me. I can smell my excitement. Your fingers make their way down to my sex sliding over my shaved mound to the little tuft of hair I've left and push their way past my engorged lips to plunge deep inside. I can feel at least two, maybe three fingers. Passionately you finger-fuck me as we kiss. My swollen cunt is ready; my nipples are hard and tingly. I reach down and feel you through your jeans. Your blood-engorged cock is rock hard. I start to breathe heavier with each thrust of your fingers and I moan thinking about what I want to happen next. As our breathing and kissing become faster I think I've got to get you to stop or I'm going to come. I want to save my rippling orgasm for later, when you have me, when you eat my cunt. I want to feel your soft, hot tongue stimulating my clit. With you there is no question, my explosion will be quick and enormous regardless of when or how it happens, but I do hope this ecstasy lasts all night. You must have read my mind. Suddenly you stop kissing and pull away. Tasting your fingers, you tell me I turn you on. Your plump, seductive lips are slightly parted and I receive an erotic thrill just looking at them. I look deep into your brown eyes. I know you are ready too. In this dark isolated field, only the chirping crickets are near enough to watch us. You pull the black shirt over your head and throw it aside on the layer of dry crunchy leaves; I hope it scares the crickets away and out from under us. I smile and take your arms pulling you closer to give you a hug. After I kiss your hairy chest and nipples, I rise up to kiss your neck and nibble on your ear. Your spicy cologne demands my attention. Your hand raises my chin and your lips lean forward landing on mine once again for another long, wet kiss. I rub my lips and tongue all over your chest and belly as we both hold each other and lower ourselves down together to lie on the thick, cozy, leafy blanket under the oak. Reaching down with my hands, I unzip your blue jeans. I carefully lower them exposing your beautiful sex to me. Smiling, I give a lustful moan as I see you, for the first time, hard and ready for sex. Your member has surprising girth and I pause to inhale a deep breath of satisfaction as I enjoy the view. A sudden gush of warm juice leaks out of me as I watch your organ pulsate and begin to think about what I want to do with your body. I gently kneel between your bent legs as you open them, exposing yourself, wide enough for me to sit there. Lightly caressing the inside of your thighs and your balls with my fingers, I watch your hard cock throbbing and leaking with lustful anticipation. You lie back closing your eyes as you turn yourself completely over to my trust and wait for me to play. I wonder if you get as aroused when you know I'm watching you as I do when you study my pussy. I start to kiss your inner thighs and continue to caress them as I let my tongue explore your soft dangling balls, up and down and around. I like how the light thin hair on them tickles my wet tongue. I let a finger slip down to rub your perineum and wonder if you would like something up your ass. My tongue makes its way up the length of your long cock. I kiss its head licking off the thick sticky juice that has leaked out. My lips and tongue tease your smooth silky head around and around finishing up the last drops of pre-cum. Very firmly I squeeze your wide organ with my hand giving it a few quick pumps before lowering my mouth down onto you. I look forward to taking you in and thanking you for all the pleasures your stiff cock will bring to us both tonight, very soon. Slowly, all the way down, my moist mouth envelopes your erect cock as my hand falls out of the way to support the base of your erection. I have to open my lips very wide to accommodate you. In this position my ass is, once again, up in the air just as you like to see it. Ever so slowly, I rise up and almost lift my mouth off you but as I reach your satiny, spongy head my tongue laps around and my mouth lowers again slowly all the way down, as far as I can take you into my spread lips. You hold yourself up in my mouth for a bit longer by interlocking your hands with my hair and pushing them against my head. Slowly, I begin to pull back up along your shaft the ribbed veined skin of your cock rubbing along my soft lips. I take you again down into my throat. I taste you as you leak, thick and salty turning me on. Teasing your delicate balls while I suck, I don't want to rush. I enjoy having you in my mouth, outdoors, under the glow of the Milky Way. I continue pleasuring you for some moments, up and down, in and out, up and down, wondering what fantasies might be playing in your mind. You are lovingly pinching my erect nipples as I pleasure you. My breathing begins to quicken. I continue to caress your balls with my other hand. It is time, I decide, to give them a longer suck. I take them, one ball at a time, in my mouth and play with them with my tongue awhile as my hand rubs you pumping along your circumcised cock. I love feeling the warm flexible skin on your loose balls. My tongue wiggles and teases. The odour of your salty sweat mixed with your cologne turns me on. I sit my left leg over your right leg where my love juices stick to your hairy skin. My tongue begins to lick back up the length of you and then I lower my open mouth over your raised and waiting cock again, letting it slip deep into my throat as it teases my open lips on the way in. In rhythm to my sucking, my wanting pussy starts to pump along your leg. It rubs in the wetness and I begin panting. I feel my long hair being gathered away from my face; you are playing with it as my head pumps slowly up and down, again up and down and even slower up and down. I am hoping you are enjoying this slow dreamy speed! It sure is making me very excited. Down I go again, your hardened cock deep in my hot mouth. You give a little moan of pleasure. I love your sex taste in my throat and the yearning sensation your rock hard cock gives running along the length of my tongue. I'm taken by surprise; I hadn't realized, until now, that you have been watching me. God, I want you so badly. My pussy needs to feel your large member pumping and swelling and then coming hot and heavy. Fantasizing, I long for the touch of your cock deep and tight in my ass, filling me completely giving us both pleasures. I hunger for your tongue to flick across my dancing clit; it's throbbing almost painful, and makes me squirm and want to touch it. I think I will scream in urgency if it is not stroked very soon. You must have felt my need for more and wanted it yourself. You smile at me and lean over pulling me up with your strong hands to sit me on top of you as you lie back down against the covered ground. How long I've waited for you, lusted for you and now you are finally with me. You start to kiss me, passionate slow kissing as you let your fingers fan across my bare back. I'm straddling your stiff cock in this position as it teases the outside of my swollen, satiny pussy lips and brushes past my sensitive clit. You fondle my hard wanting nipples and kiss my exposed neck. I return the pleasure as we hug. Crawling forward just a bit I let a swollen nipple fall into your mouth. Your flirtatious lips and tongue dance on it. Your hands fall further down and soothingly tickle my red bum cheeks. The night air is still warm on our nude bodies as we stretch out on the leaf covered grassy field. Time stands still. I look into your dark eyes and tell you I want you in every possible way: here, now and under the stars. You whisper, "I want you too, tonight, all of you." Anticipation.... So after weeks of talking quite explicitly, trading pictures and sending videos of me pleasuring myself, the time was finally here. The anticipation, excitement and sheer desire that had built from the last few weeks was finally about to change from teasing and talking to pleasing and satisfying each other. The thought of walking through that door and surrendering control was an arousing one, giving myself up to nothing but physical pleasure for the next few hours. I took a deep breath, knocked and the door opened and I walked in, was taken into his arms for the first hug in, easily, 19 years. As we exchanged a long hug, he reached out, caressed my breast and said "finally" and we both laughed, the ice broken. The time for talking was over and while I was a little nervous, I was more excited and had been wet for half the drive, thinking of all the things he had told me he wanted to do to me, and how much I wanted him to do them. The excitement of being able to let go and just enjoy added to the turn on. Suddenly he leaned in and kissed me and said "relax", and began kissing me again, his hands slipping under my shirt, making me shiver with the feel of his big, strong hands finally being on my skin. He slowly moved me backwards towards the bed and pushed me back onto it once the back of my legs bumped into it. He looked into my eyes, pulled my shirt upwards and over my head, and then lay me back on the bed and laid on top of me, slipping one leg in between mine, and used it to nudge my legs apart. I could feel his huge, hard cock through our jeans as it nestled against my pussy and thought surely I was so wet that my juices must be soaking through my panties and the crotch of my jeans. There is nothing sexier than the weight of your lover on top of you, his hands wandering over your skin, exciting, arousing, giving pleasure and teasing, promising to deliver even more pleasure as time goes on. He reached down, took my wrists and moved my arms above my head, holding them with one hand. He began to kiss my neck, sending more shivers down my spine, adding, if possible, to my wetness, and his hands moved down to cup my full breasts through my bra, teasing my nipples into hard, tight nubs through the material. He leaned down and flicked just the tip of his tongue across my nipple, getting the fabric wet and making me hiss in a breath. I wanted to feel his mouth on me, and it must have been obvious, as he chuckled. He moved back up to my neck, kissing and nibbling, his hands cupping my breasts, still through my bra. He moved to my ear and in that deep, sexy voice of his, whispered that he was going to make me cum until I thought I would lose my mind. My eyes closed and I thought I was already half way there, that if he didn't get my clothes off soon and touch me I surely would. I wanted to feel his hard cock inside of me, instead of pressing into me through our clothes. He started kissing his way down my neck to my collar bone, tracing it with his touch, running his hands lightly down my skin to the skin at the V of my bra, tracing the skin there. The light touch was adding to my craziness. He kissed my chest and unclasped my bra that, how conveniently, fastened in the front, pulled the material slowly away from my breasts, his hands taking the place of my bra, supporting me, caressing me, my groan slipping out involuntarily. I was moving below him, wanting more and he finally moved his mouth to my bare breast, his beard tickling and teasing the soft skin and he circled my nipple lightly with his tongue. My back arched as I squirmed below him, needing more and finally he put his mouth on my hard nub and sucked on it, his tongue flicking back and forth across it. My eyes closed and I savored the feeling and the knowledge that this was finally the time for satisfaction and the needs that had been building for weeks were finally going to be met. Every time he sucked on my nipple, I felt a tightening in my pussy, which by now was so hot and wet that it was pulsing, my muscles tightening, craving, needing to feel his hard cock inside. I tried to tell myself to be patient, but he was sucking and nibbling and pinching at my nipples, and it was getting hard to think. Suddenly he shifted a bit to the side and slide his hand down, cupping my pussy through my jeans. I moaned loudly, arched my back, and lifted my hips up off the bed, trying to get closer. He moved away, his hands going to unfasten the button on my jeans, while his eyes, full of promise, held mine. He slid the zipper down, slowly and I raised my ass up to help him slide them down my legs. He pulled them off and dropped them in the floor, and before I knew it, I was pushed back , legs spread open wide and he was between my legs, his tongue teasing my clit, licking, sucking, and within seconds I came, loudly and hard, my hands holding his head close to my pussy and my thighs quivering. He slipped 2 fingers inside me, and then a third and started fucking my pussy with his fingers, his tongue still on my clit, licking hard and fast. As I recovered from the first orgasm, I thought it would be a bit before I came again and I settled in to enjoy, but then he sucked on my clit, rolling it between his lips and curled his fingers deep inside of me, hitting every girl's favorite spot and I started cumming again, my moans filling the room along with the sounds of my juices as he drove his fingers in and out of me. Before I could come down from the second orgasm, he moved up between my legs, pushed my legs up onto his shoulders and drove deep inside of me until his whole cock was inside of me, filling me, his balls touching my ass, and he just stayed there, not moving at all, as I adjusted to the feeling of my pussy being filled, stretched. I began to grind against him, moving my pussy in circular motions, slowly and enjoying the sensation of finally, FINALLY! having my lover inside of me. He pulled back until the head of his cock was almost completely out and he slid it back in, slowly, oh so slowly, then back out, back in, teasing me by slow fucking me for a minute or so until I was whimpering, clutching his shoulders, begging for more. It wasn't a desire anymore, it was a burning need and I thought I would lose my mind if he didn't fuck me soon. My muscles were tense, holding him close, tightening as he would pull out, trying to keep him inside of me, and suddenly he pulled out, and then drove deeply, all the way into my pussy and started fucking me hard and fast, just as he knew I liked it, and told me to cum for him NOW. I came instantly, squirting my juices around his cock as he watched the expressions moving across my face. Every time he drove back inside of me, the head of his cock would hit my gspot and the feelings were almost overwhelming in their intensity. As that orgasm subsided, he smiled and said I'm just getting started, and I knew I was in for more pleasure than I'd ever received in my life. I smiled and settled in to enjoy the night.... Anticipation Anticipation, the wait is making you doubt what you are doing. It is still early and you are sitting in front of your vanity looking at yourself as you apply just a little makeup. Can you really go through with this? Can you really do what you have planned for all week long? The idea has kept you excited all week but now that the time is here you wonder if you will be able to go through with it. You know you can easily back out as you haven't told me what your plans are. Will the reality be as exciting as the fantasy? There is only one way to find out. With a final fluff of your hair you stand and admire your nude body in the tall mirror. Freshly showered and shaved you see your nipples are already erect. Your hands glide up your sides, moving softly until they are cupping your wonderful breast. You can easily see how hard and erect your nipples are. Fingers sliding over your smooth breasts until they reach your dark little nipples. Pinching and pulling on them. Feeling as if they are both connected directly with your pussy and clit. Looking in the mirror at the little landing strip of hair just above your clit a little tremble runs up your spine. You smile as it looks to be trying to point out where your hard little clit is located. In case the hard little bud poking out wasn't evidence enough. The hard nub just above the swollen lips that are already moist with your own excitement. A small moan escaping your lips as you run one finger down over your hard clit, between your wet lips, dipping inside yourself. Lifting your wet finger to your lips you can see the moisture shining before your taste your own excitement. Moving to the bed you look over your outfit for the night, or at least the beginning of the night. A white lacy g-string, the front panel made of a black silky material that is almost transparent. Stepping into them you feel the soft material sliding up your smooth legs. Pulling them up over your hips feeling the lace settling between your cheeks, covering your tight little pucker ... barely. The front panel thin enough to barely see your swollen lips and the little strip of fur. Feeling the silky material caressing your sensitive lips and erect clit. Next your white lace bra with the black silk cups. Sliding it over your arms, the smooth cups feeling cool against your warm breasts. Reaching behind your back to fasten the little hook. Adjusting the cups so they hold your breast in smooth silk. Looking in the mirror once again you can easily see your nipples poking out hard and erect. You can also see how the g-string cups your warm wet pussy. Only one item left to put on. Moving back to the bed you pick up your glass of wine from the night stand and drink deeply from it before reaching for the item I sent you a week ago. With trembling fingers you pick up the black satin blindfold. Feeling the material between your fingers as you examine it for the hundredth time since you got it. Putting down your glass you move to the foot of the bed and sit down. Taking a deep breath you press the satin material over your eyes and slip the elastic band over your head. By touch you adjust your hair so it covers the strap and you feel the blindfold almost molding itself to your face. You look in all directions and know that you can see absolutely nothing with it on, no matter how you try. Sitting at the foot of your bed you wait for my arrival. As you wait you notice that your hearing seems to pick up every little noise around you. You can smell the scented candles burning so much better like this. You can feel the air moving across your bare skin from the fan slowly turning above the bed. Time seems to have stopped, at or least slowed way down, as you wait. A thought crosses your mind as you wait and a sexy smile spreads across your red lips. Quickly you get off the bed and settle yourself into a new position. A position you hope I will find erotically sexy. After what seems an eternity you hear my key enter the lock on the front door just before I enter. You can hear the sound of the door closing behind me and the lock as I secure our privacy. You are trembling with excitement as you can feel my footsteps as I cross the room to where you left a glass of wine and a note for me. "Lover, I hope you enjoy the wine. I am waiting for you in the bedroom." Minutes (an eternity) pass, you can hear me moving around and what sounds like the rustling of clothes. You can feel the air moving as I open the door to your bedroom. You can hear the slight gasp as I take in the sight before me. You are at the foot of your bed, kneeling on the floor sitting back on your heels. Your knees spread wide offering me eyes complete access to you. You have your arms behind your back, crossed at the wrists as if you where wearing hand cuffs but your not. This pushing your chest out as if offering your breast to me. Your face it tilted slightly downward, your hair partially covering your face. You feel me moving closer and then the warmth of my fingers caress your left cheek. Pressing your cheek into the palm of my hand you moan softly. You never knew how exciting or intense it would be to give yourself over like this. How wet you would become just from the touch of my hand, how painfully hard your nipples would be. All of your senses seem to be enhanced since putting on the blindfold. You are practically trembling I passion. Suddenly you feel a small climax roll through your hot little pussy as you feel the hot hardness of me pressing against your right cheek. And you know this is only the first of many for you tonight. Feeling my hardness bare against your cheek. So hot, so smooth as it slide down your cheek, slowly moving under your chin to your other cheek. My hands in your hair, holding you, caressing you. You can feel the heat of my body as I stand between your wide spread thighs. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your nipples throbbing, you pussy moistening. You can hear my breathing, deep and soft. Taking a deep breath you smell your own exciting growing even as you smell my own scent. Feeling the silky head slowly brushing across your lips. Your tongue flicking out, teasing the swollen head as you taste me. Sliding the length of my shaft up and down your tongue as I guide you with my hands on your cheeks. Wanting to grasp my hardness in your hands but still holding them behind you as if bound. Further opening your mouth allowing the swollen head to slip between your lips. Entering your warm wet mouth, feeling the hot head sliding deeper as I pull your head closer to me. Holding myself in your wonderful mouth. Savoring the feel of your sweet mouth around me as you savor the hard length with your lips and tongue. In your mind you can see how you must look kneeling there before me. My hard shaft between your red lips, your hands submissively held behind you. Your knees spread wide apart as you give yourself over to the erotic moment. You feel my hard cock throbbing as your tongue swirls around the swollen head. My hands feeling so nice and warm as they slide down your back while you continue to suckle on my hardness. You feel your bra come loose as I release the single hook holding it around you. With your hands behind you back it hangs loose from your chest. You want to remove it and throw it across the room but you maintain the illusion of your restraint. A restraint that is becoming more and more difficult to maintain. Feeling my warm hands sliding down inside you bra, feeling your wonderful nipples in the palm of my hands as I cup them. Moaning around the hard cock between your lips as I firmly message both of your breast. My fingers deep in your flesh as you pleasure my hardness. Your nipples painfully hard and erect in need of direct attention. Feeling my fingers grasping each nipple, gently pinching them, twisting them, tugging them until you are moaning constantly from the painful pleasure radiating out from your hard hot tips. Wishing it was my lips, my teeth, my tongue on your hard nipples as you roll your hips in excitement. The feelings so incredible you feel as if your pussy is literally dripping with excitement. You look so wonderfully sexy like this, kneeling before me with my hardness in your sweet mouth. Your face turned slightly upwards as you try to suck the cream from me. Your nipples so hard and erect as they stand proudly on your firm breast. I step a little closer between your wide spread knees and you feel my foot slipping underneath you, my ankle pressing against the wet panties covering your swollen pussy. You begin sucking even harder as you roll your pussy against me. Feeling your hard clit rubbing against my leg, your swollen pussy lips sliding along the top of my foot. Trying to rub yourself to climax as you suck and lick my hard cock. Slowly my hips begin to move now, sliding my hot cock in and out of your wet mouth. Your tongue sliding along the underside of the hard shaft as you suck and lick. Feeling every ridge, every vein as I penetrate your lips over and over again. My hands move up to grasp your head, pushing and pulling your mouth on and off my hard cock in time with my own thrusting. Swirling your tongue around the silky head as I pull out, pressing the shaft upwards with your tongue as I slide back in. Smiling to yourself as you hear me groaning with pleasure as I use your wonderful cock sucking mouth. You can feel your pussy becoming wetter by the moment as you taste my hardness, as you feel the blood pumping through my hard shaft. My body trembling as your tongue slides around and around the swollen head. You know your little thin panties are completely soaked in your warm juices as you taste the pre-cum flowing from the swollen head. You want to grasp my hips and pull me deeper, harder into your wet mouth. Your own hips rocking against me in need as I continue to use your sweet mouth. Moaning as I pull my cock from between your lips, feeling the wet shaft sliding up along your cheek. Your tongue sliding out to play across my cum filled balls, your lips sucking first one and then the other into your warm mouth. Rolling each one in your warm mouth as you suckle on them. Back and forth your lips travel as you give me pleasure until I once again return the swollen head of my cock toy our lips and tongue. Holding my hips still as I push and pull your wet sucking mouth along the length of my throbbing cock. Feeling the swollen head at the back of your throat over and over again. You can hear my breathing increasing as my fingers tighten in your hair. My hips thrusting my hardness deep inside your warm wet mouth as my cock swells even more. It feels so hot, so hard between your lips. It feels so good, taste so good in your mouth, you want it all. The pre-cum flowing freely as I seem to grow even harder, larger. You know I am rapidly getting closer and closer to a climax. Sucking harder on my cock as your own juices wetting my foot and your inner thighs. Imaging your own sweet pussy juices dripping onto the foot below you. Barely resisting the urge to finger yourself as you let me fuck your sweet mouth. Rubbing your hot pussy harder and faster against my foot as you suckle on my hard length. Feeling your clit against the hard bone of my ankle you can't hold off any longer. You feel your clit throbbing, you pussy swelling and them you are cumming. Cumming as you rub yourself off on my foot. Your hot cunt spasms as you cum and cum, your juices wetting my entire foot as you moan loudly around my cock. Your climax rippling through your entire body as you try to breath around my hot cock filling your sweet mouth. Suddenly I stop all motion with the swollen head just inside your warm lips. You can feel my entire body shudder as your tongue slides around the hot tip, flicking across the slit in the end. Sucking on the head as your orgasm slowly flows away. Moaning in pleasure as your sweet cream makes your hot little cunt so slippery wet. You can feel my cock throbbing in time with my pulse as you suckle the swollen head. You are certain that I am going to fill your sweet mouth with my hot cum. Wanting it, to feel it splashing on your tongue, to taste its saltiness. Grinding your wet pussy against me as you try drain me of all my hot cum. You know I am only moments away from erupting when I suddenly pull away from your sweet mouth. You can hear my ragged breath as I release my hold on you. You groan loudly as you lose the contact with my foot. You can easily hear me breathing hard and deep as I step back. You can imagine my cock hard and throbbing, shining with wetness from your mouth, imagining the pre-cum leaking from the swollen head. So hard, so dark, so ready to erupt. Imagining my cock bobby in front of your face in time with my pulse. Wondering if I am dripping on the floor as you are certain your wet pussy is. Slowly I begin to circle my sweet kneeling Lady. Admiring how erotically sexy you look. You feel my fingers slide slowly along your cheek. Slowly they move down your neck then across the back of your shoulders, return to the other cheek. Caressing you, you savor the feel of my hands on your smooth flush skin. You gasp as I suddenly kneel down and scoop you up in my arms. Your own arms automatically circling my neck. As I carry you over to the side of the bed I pull you closer to me. You feel my lips crushing down on top of your own. My tongue delving inside your mouth as we kiss deeply, passionately, hungrily. Your own erotic passion soaring as your arms wrap even tighter around my neck. Our lips crushed together as we savor the flavor of each other. Bending over I lay you down in the middle of the large bed. The white comforter so soft and giving as you lay back on it. Slowly our lips part and you slide your arms from around my neck. After you quickly free yourself of the bra you allow your hands to gently caress your skin across your smooth belly. Your beautiful body withers seductively before my eyes. You smile as you hear my own moan of approval at the wonderful sight before me. Your lips slightly parted, Your hair is disarray but looking gorgeous to me. Your taunt smooth body, your sweet beautiful breast, your hard dark nipples begging to be kissed and nipped. Your back arching upwards towards me in need. Feeling the silky material of your panties soaked completely with your juices. You feel my hands sliding up one smooth arm, gently grasping your wrist I raise your arm above your head. Stretching it out away from you. You become a bit fearful as you feel the silky material wrapping around your wrist, once....... twice....... You are not sure if you like the idea of being tied to bed. The fantasy of being bound while you sucked on my hard cock was wonderful and the fantasy of being tied to the bed has always been a little exciting to you. In fact you can even feel your pussy throb. But you are not so sure about the reality of it. After wrapping the silk around the headboard you wait but instead of tying the silk I place the loose ends in your hand. You feel my hand closing your fingers around the loose material. You realize that all you have to do is open you hand and you will be free. After repeating the process with your other wrist you pull on the silk holding you. It is your own bondage now that is keeping you tied to the bed. It is a bondage of the mind, all you have to do is let go and you will be free, but do you want to be or do you want to play this out. This might be harder then actually being bound as it is by your own choice that you are restrained. So lost in these thoughts that you gasp loudly as you suddenly feel my lips around a hard nipple. Sucking it deep into my mouth as my tongue flicks across the hard tip. You moan as you feel a hand on your other breast messaging it deeply as I suckle on your sweet flesh. Spreading your thighs farther apart your hips thrust upwards as my hand rubs your wet pussy through your tiny panties. You can feel your swollen lips spreading open around my fingers, your own slippery juices coating my fingers as they press firmly against you. The silky material rubbing against your erect clit as you grind yourself into my palm. Wishing that it was my hardness instead of only my fingers. As my warm mouth releases your hard nipple and begins to flick at the hard tip you almost let go of your bindings to grasp my head and crush it into your breast. My fingers sliding up and down your panties pressed deep between your wet lips. Feeling your moisture flowing from deep inside your pussy, my wet fingers traveling down between your cheeks and slowly back up again. Your senses in over drive as you feel every movement, every touch. The way the bed moves just before my mouth descends upon your other nipple. Sucking you hard into my mouth, my teeth gripping the very tip as my tongue swirls around and across your hard erect tip. Moaning as you feel your panties being pulled tightly over your swollen pussy. You can feel the silky material splitting your lips apart, your erect clit being rubbed by the wet slippery material. My other hand caressing your face, your lips, sucking on my fingers as I suckle on your breasts one at a time. Moaning around my fingers as I play with your hot wet pussy. Using your own wet panties to slide across your exposed clit. Back and forth, back and forth. You can feel your erect clit throbbing as you climb closer and closer to climax. Your head thrashing back and forth as I pull your panties to the side and replace it with my hand, my fingers. Your juices flowing freely making each finger so very slippery. Every nerve in your pussy alive as you feel my fingers slipping between your swollen lips. Then both fingers pressing deep inside your hot little pussy. Coating two if them in your hot sweet juices as I slowly fuck you with my fingers. Curling them inside you, twisting them as they move in and out of you tightly grasping cunt. The hot wet walls grasping at my fingers, your juices running down between your cheeks. You hear how wet your little pussy is as my fingers fuck your delicious little cunt. Arms straining against the silk scarves binding you as I suck and lick and bite your firm breast and hard nipples. Moaning as you imagine how hard and ready my cock is to fill you. Wanting to feel my cock splitting your pussy open as my fingers continue to invade you. Plunging in and out of your hot little cunt faster and harder. Feeling and hearing the palm of my hand as it slaps against your hard clit. Your hips thrust in time with my finger fucking. Impaling your wet cunt on my fingers as your rush towards another climax. Suddenly my fingers pull free of your wet clasping pussy and slide upwards to your hard clit. Gasping loudly as you feel my fingers slipping around your hard little bud. Gasping even louder as one slippery finger begins to rapidly stroke across the hard tip of your clit. As my teeth bite down on your hard nipple it is more then you can stand as you begin to cum hard and long. Your hips thrusting up in the air as your pussy erupts in climatic spasms, practically throwing me off of your hard nipple. Screaming out your pleasure as you can feel your taunt stomach rippling in pleasure, your pussy spasm as your juices flow from deep inside you. Your hands gripping tightly to the silk scarves keeping your arms spread above your head. Every muscle in your sweet body rippling in pleasure as you cum and cum and cum. Your head thrown back, mouth opened wide as you cum for me. Your sweet cream pouring from deep inside your hot little cunt. Over and over again your body shudders in pleasure with each stroke, each touch of my finger on your hard sensitive clit causing another spasm across your sweet body. Releasing your tender nipple I sit back to gaze upon you once again. Your hips thrusting up and down against my fingers. Groaning out your climax as it seems to go on and on. You haven't cum this hard in a very long time and you wonder if it is due to your self imposed bondage or just your own lustfulness. Anticipation Slowly your orgasm subsides, your body losing it rigidity as you come back down from the peak of your climax. Hips rocking up and down slowly as your feel my fingers slipping across your soaked pussy. As you hips slowly return to the soft bed you pull your legs up, closing them against my hand. Rolling your hips away from me which gives me such a wonderful view of your tight little bottom. The sweet pleased smile on your lips tell me how much you enjoyed that. Your body giving little jolts as you gasp against each light touch of my finger on your very sensitive clit. Moaning softly as you feel my fingers slipping between your wet pussy lips. Soaking in the copious juices pouring from within. A fine sheen of perspiration coats your body giving you such a beautiful wonderful glow. Groaning so nicely as you feel two fingers entering you. Slipping both long digits deep inside your hot, wet pussy then slowly sliding back out, pumping them in and out of your wet little cunt slowly. Slowly the two fingers inside your hot little body slip free once more from your body completely. You can hear a moan from my own lips just before you realize that I am cleaning your sweet juices from my fingers in my own mouth. Savoring every drop coating my fingers, wetting my hand.. And all this time you still hold yourself in silky bondage. Lying there in front of me, feeling my fingers lightly caressing across your flush skin. Feeling the tension of your climax slowly draining from your sweet body. Totally relax as you drift along with the gentle touch of my hands, my fingers. Slowly loosening your grip on the silk scarves binding you to the bed. You can feel your juices leaking from your hot and very wet pussy. Your skin feeling so warm and smooth under my fingers as they gently brush across your breast. Knowing how much I enjoy them, that I think they are perfect in every way. A soft moan escaping as my hands play across your sensitive nipples. Feeling them beginning to harden from my touch. Hands gliding over your firm stomach, feeling every inch, every ripple. Teasing at your belly button, dipping inside before continuing my slow caress down to your legs. One hand sliding over your bottom as you lay with your legs to the side, knees together pointing away from me. Your hips turn as if presenting your tight little ass cheeks for my gaze or to keep my fingers away from your very sensitive clit and wet pussy. My fingers slide down between your cheeks, sliding over the wetness that has leaked there from deep inside you. Feeling your little ass pucker quiver as my wet finger slips over and around the edges. Even before I touch you I can feel the heat from you wet pussy. As my middle finger presses between your pussy lips my own lips descend upon yours in a deep passionate kiss. My index and ring finger messaging your swollen lips as my tongue invades your sweet mouth. Both of us moaning in pleasure as we slowly begin again. Your lips following mine own as I lift up prolonging our kiss as long as possible. As you lay back down on the large soft bed you realize you once again have a firm grip on the silk scarves holding you. Still unable to see anything with the silk blindfold covering your eyes. You feel helpless before me, but not because of the silk scarves or the blindfold. It is your own bondage that is holding you helpless. All you have to do is let go and you will be free. But isn't this a type of freedom in itself. To give over the control of what happens, free to feel all the erotic passion flowing through you. Not responsible for your pleasure or mine. Surrendering all control over to me so all you have to do is feel. No thinking, only feeling, pure sensuous feeling. Even though you are bound it is your own mind that binds you now. It is the freedom to choose NOT to choose. I can feel your skin warming, see the flush returning once again to your cheeks, spreading down your neck as you begin to rock your hips back against my probing fingers. Feeling my fingers sliding over and between your swollen pussy lips. So wet, so slippery, so hot. Your breathing deepening as you savor my fingers on your wet sex and my other hand caressing your firm breast again. Toying with your hard nipples. Feeling my fingers slipping further between your firm thighs, my hand lifting your leg high as you feel me moving around until I am kneeling between your wide spread thighs. My hands warm on your inner thighs as I gently message my way closer and closer to your heated sex. Moaning as you feel my thumbs spreading your pussy lips open. The air feeling cool against your hot moist pussy. Rubbing your wet pussy, gently stroking around your hard clit. Exposing your inner wetness to my gaze. Rolling your hips as I take my hardness in hand and slide the swollen head around and across your hard exposed clit. Your copious pussy juice making our contact so nice and slippery. You feel me pressing closer, your hips rising, legs draped over my thigh as you feel the length of my hardness pressing up between your wet lips. You are almost sitting in my lap as you rock your pussy up and down along my hard hot cock. Your sweet cream coating my length. Your excitement grows as I just hold myself against you, letting you slide up and down, rolling your hips as you savor the feel of my hot shaft pressed between your swollen lips. Feeling your hard clit rubbing against me, wanting me inside you. My own hips starting to rock, assisting you in your slippery slide. Over and over again I come close to penetrating you, we both moan in pleasure. My hands holding your waist, pulling you tightly against me while lifting and lower you. Raising you just a bit higher each time, the swollen head coming closer and closer to entering you until finally you feel the hot head slipping inside your tight little pussy. I hold you tightly as you try to impale yourself on my full length. Keeping just the hot head inside you, feeling your pussy grasping at me. The heat from your pussy surround the smooth head. Feeling the head opening you, splitting your swollen lips open. Such a wonderfully erotic sight you make, naked save for the silk scarves around your wrists, the black silk covering your eyes. Your hair spread out framing your face. Your mouth open, tongue moistening your full lips. Your smooth neck straining as you try to get more of me inside you. Your firm breast capped with your painfully erect nipples begging to be suck, licked, bitten. Your taunt belly rippling with excitement. Your red swollen hairless cunt wrapped around the dark head of my cock, your clit standing erect in need of a wet tongue and sucking lips. Slowly I lower you onto my full length. A long deep moan as my hard cock sinks deeper and deeper into your tight pussy. Feeling every ridge, every vein as I enter you, slipping between your wet lips, slowly filling your hot wet hole. Savoring every throb as I slide deeper inside you, feeling the hot length spreading your sweet pussy open until you have all of me inside you. Your naked pussy lips pressed tightly against the base of my hot hard cock. Quivering around me, squeezing my hard shaft with your wet pussy. Such a wonderful wet little cunt you have. Throbbing deep inside you as you roll your hips. Hearing me moan as you squeeze me tightly inside you. Your clit quivering with pleasure as you grind against me. Waiting for me to begin pounding your tight little cunt. Instead you feel the warm oil pouring over your withering body. A warm wet trickle of scent oil moving around your body. Leaving a wet slippery trail across your tummy, filling your belly button, around and over each breast. Then my hands begin to message the scented oils into your skin. Feeling so wet and slippery as both hands glide over your smooth belly. Coating your sides with the scented oil as the slowly slide upwards. Over your firm breast, your nipples hard and erect as they slip through my fingers. The warm scent of the oil filling your senses as my hands move all over you. Coating you in its slippery essence. From your knees, over your thighs, across your belly, over and around your firm breast all the way to your neck and back again. My hands never stop moving, caressing, messaging, rubbing. Moaning as my fingers try to grasp your slippery nipples only to have them slip away. Hands sliding down across your belly, dipping into your belly button then to the top of your smooth shaved mound. Feeling my thumbs slippery sliding lower, across your swollen pussy lips as I lean back. Pouring a little more oil right at the top of your mound, feeling it trickle down over your hard clit to your swollen naked lips. Trickling around my hard cock embedded deep inside you, down between your sweet ass cheeks, across your tight little ass pucker to trickle down underneath you. My thumbs returning to slide along your lips wrapped around my hard shaft, so wet, so slippery. Oily fingers spreading your lips exposing your hard clit even more. An oily thumb stroking across the hard little nub. Coating it with the slippery oil as you tight pussy grasps at the hard shaft buried completely inside you. Feeling my cock throbbing as you squeeze me tightly. My thumb rubbing your exposed clit hard and faster, stroking you as my other hand slides over your slippery wet body to your breasts. Toying with your nipples, pinching them, messaging them one at a time. Back and forth between your nipples as my thumb continues to stroke your sensitive clit. Your pussy quivering around my hard cock as you rush towards another climax. Squeezing my hard cock feeling every ridge and vein buried within you. Rolling your hips as I stroke you clit, messaging your breast almost roughly, feeling my fingers digging into your sweet tit flesh slippery with oil. Your knuckles turning white from gripping the silk scarves so tightly in your hands. Your head rolling back and forth, your mouth open, breathing hard in your excitement. Rolling my cock inside you as your tight little cunt begins to spasm. Your ass bouncing up and down on my lap as you fuck yourself on the hot cock impaling you. As my fingers grip a slippery nipple you scream out in pleasure as my slippery thumb brings you to climax once again. Your hot little cunt trying to milk the hot cum from my balls as you soak me in your sweet pussy cream. Pouring out your orgasm as you fuck your tight cunt against my hardness. Your back arching into the air, your shoulders on the bed, your ass in my lap as you cum and cum again. Fingers pinching hard erect nipples, thumb grinding against your exposed clit, cunt spasming around my hot cock as you cum for me. Such an erotic sight seeing you cum, seeing you cum with my hard cock buried inside your hot cunt. There is nothing more beautiful then a sexy lady as she orgasms. As your climax crashes over you, you try to move away from my thumb on your very sensitive clit. Trying to escape the painfully pleasurable sensations each time my thumbs touches the tender bundle of nerves. Using both hands, my fingers spread your hot swollen lips open. Gazing at your dripping pussy rolling around my hard shaft sticking out of your sweet body. Slowly the spasms weaken until you drop back down on the bed. Panting from the wonderful climax still rippling through your sweet body. Even before your climax has completely dissipated you feel me moving over you with my hardness still deeply implanted inside. The only contact between us is my hard shaft inside your quivering pussy. Moaning as I slowly pull out until the head is at your lips. Slowly pressing completely back inside you as I grind down against your hard clit. Slowly, steadily I slide in and out of your tight little cunt. Feeling every spasm along my hard length, your clit still erect and very sensitive as I grind myself down into your body. My hips rotating with each stroke as I fill you up and then withdraw. Again and again as you own hips begin to thrust up towards me. You feel so good wrapped around me, your tight little cunt the perfect place for my hot hard cock. Thrusting slowly in and out, over and over as we both moan in pleasure. The slippery oil only adding to our enjoyment. Your lips sliding along the hard length of my shaft, your cunt grasping at the swollen head keeping it from slipping free, savoring each inch as I slowly slide back inside your depths, your clit sending spasms throughout your body as my hips grind hard against you. So lost are you in your own little world of pleasure that for a moment you try to figure out what has changed when I suddenly pull free of your dripping pussy. Only to scream out in pleasure as my mouth quickly drops down to your wet cunt and you feel my lips suck your hard clit into my mouth. Attacking it with my tongue. Flicking all around the hard slippery bundle of nerves as I suck and lick and nibble on your clit. My mouth sliding down to devourer your wet pussy dripping with your sweet cream. Your pussy lips swollen with your passion, so wet and smooth under my tongue, my lips. Sucking on your lips as I lick up your copious juices. Driving my tongue into your tight little hole deeply. Tongue fucking your pussy as you thrust against my face. Your thighs closing against me as I eat your wonderful wet pussy. My tongue slipping in and out as I savor your juices pouring from deep inside you. Your pussy grasping at my tongue, trying to draw it deeper. Grind yourself against me, feeling your clit rubbing against my mustache, your inner thighs squeezing against my face. You taste so good baby, you can hear the wet sounds of my tongue licking up your juices, the sucking sounds of my lips on your clit and pussy lips. My wet slippery tongue sliding down to tease your tight little anal pucker. Sliding around and around, flicking across the sensitive skin as you shudder and cum again, or are your still cumming from your last orgasm. Feeling my mustache and goatee tickling around your tight little ass pucker as I tease it over and over again. It feels so naughty and nasty with my tongue on your tight pucker. My tongue teasing the center of your little star. Lightly tongue fucking your ass while you thrust yourself against my face. Gasping loudly as my tongue slips back up to your hot pussy, drinking your down sweet cum as my hands squeeze and message your ass cheeks. Tongue pressing deeper inside you to get every last drop as you continue to cum for me. Shuddering against my mouth as you feel my own moans of pleasure. Cumming all over my face until your body until you feel you can't take any more. I slow down my licking and sucking of your hot dripping little cunt. Feeling your body slowly sliding down from the pleasurable peak you have been on. Your entire body softens and relaxes as I slowly pull my face away from your steamy sex. Nipping gently at your inner thighs, kissing and licking until I am kneel between your wide spread thighs as you lay limply before me. I gauze over your body, so sexy, so beautiful so erotic. Watching as your chest rises and falls with your breathing. Your nipples still hard and erect. Your entire body shining from the scented oil and perspiration covering you. Moving up beside you I kiss you hard and deeply. You can taste yourself on my lips, feel the moisture of your sex in my mustache and goatee. Slowly, gently I pull one free end of the silk from your hands releasing your from the bed. You feel your body being rolled over until you are lying on your tummy. Returning the silk back to the headboard. You arms stretched above your head once again but now you are on your stomach. The ends of the silk scarves once again in your control. Your face turned to the side on the soft comforter as you feel me lifting your hips until you are almost kneeling now. Knees spread widely as a large firm pillow slides under your hips placing your sweet bottom and sex on complete display for me. Sensing me behind you just before you feel my hands on your sweet upturned bottom. My hands still slippery with oil feeling nice on your smooth bottom as I simple sit and admire your tight little ass, your wet red pussy, even seeing your hard clit still poking out, your anal star winking at me. Your smooth back, your slender legs, your hair falling over the side of your face. The perfect picture of erotic beauty. Hands sliding down the backs of your thighs, my finger nails raking up your inner thighs. Back down again, sitting back as my oily hands slide down your calves, even messaging your feet. You can hear my breath as I message both feet, oil slick fingers rubbing and messaging both feet, slipping between your toes as I gaze at your wonderful naked body. My hands slowly slide back up your calve to your thighs, slowly sliding higher to your firm little ass cheeks. Messaging them with each hand, fingers slipping between your cheeks, opening your beautiful naked pussy lips. Knowing that I am seeing you completely exposed like this excites you. Your sweet hairless pussy looking so red and swollen, so wet and ready. The juices and oil coating your entire sex and firm inner thighs. Such a wonderfully erotic sight for me. My fingers stroking your open pussy, dipping inside, you feel 2 fingers stroking in and out of your hot pussy, slipping down to slide across your hard clit, upwards to tease at your tight little ass pucker. Hands sliding over your perfect little ass cheeks, gripping your thighs in slippery fingers. Your breath rushes out quickly as I thrust my entire cock deep inside you hard and fast. My heavy cum filled balls slapping against your exposed clit. My hips slapping against your upturned ass cheeks as I pull you tightly back against me. Your arms flexing as you pull hard on the silk scarves binding you to the headboard. Both of us groaning in lust filled passion as we savor the feeling of our joined sex. Feeling my pulse as it throbs through my hard cock, your cunt so hot and wet as it grips me. So deep inside you as I grind myself against your tight little ass. Unable to wait any longer I begin a long hard pounding of your tight pussy. My own passion, my lust taking over as I drive my cock into you over and over again. My hardness sliding almost free of your wonderful grip before quickly filling you again and again. You can actually hear how wet you are as I thrust my hips against you. My hands sliding over your back as my hips pound against you. Gripping your shoulders as I pull you back against me over an over. My cock slicing into your how cunt as my balls continue to slap against your clit. You are cumming again as you feel my cock plunging the depths of your cunt. One hand wraps in your hair as the other reaches under you to toy with a hard erect nipple. The heat from your wet tight cunt burning the length of me as I slam myself into you. All to soon my own climax is rushing towards release. The need to fill you with my hot cum. To coat the insides of your wet little cunt with my hot juice. Feeling my balls growing tight in preparation as I slam myself into your steamy pussy again and again. You feel my cock harden and swell even more, the heat burning deep inside you as the first long hot stream of cum splashes deep inside you. Each squirt splashing against the depth of your hot cunt. Filling you with my cum as you cum with me. Our juices combining, mixing deep in your belly before leaking out around my hard length. Both of us screaming out in pure pleasure as we cum together. It feels as if we will never stop cumming as my cock throbs over and over again inside you. Slowly our scream of release turns to groans of satisfaction as our mutual climax begins to fade. Looking down I can see our mixed juices leaking from inside you as my hips slowly move back and forth. A white creamy froth of our juices coating your lips, covering my length as I slip back and forth slowly. The pleasure of our climax draining us completely. Our bodies relaxing, softening. Feeling my bodying leaning over yours, my hands gently caressing your back, your sides, sliding up along your arms as we remained joined. Anticipation My hands reach your wrists and gently I pull the scarves from your hands. Feeling the silk slipping free of your wrist. My arms warp around you as I roll us to our sides, my firm but no longer hard cock still inside you. Reaching up I slip the blindfold off over your head. Kissing and nipping at your neck and shoulders. Both of us breathing deeply, our bodies and minds drained. Pulling the comforter around us, I wrap you in my arms as I feel you still squeeze my length with your wonderful pussy. Hands gently caressing your smooth skin as we drift along in sexual bliss. Mmmmmmm, I feel a nice warm wetness bathing me as I realize I have fallen asleep for a short while. As my senses return I realize that you are cleaning me with a warm wet wash cloth. Between the soft wet caress and your warm breath so near me I feel the blood beginning to return a firmness to my worn cock. You are turned around with your sweet bottom near my head. Your own warm face above my rising hardness. As you feel a hand caressing you, you look back over your shoulder and see a smile on my face but my eyes are still closed as I savor the sensations you are giving me. Returning to your task at hand you smile when you hear a deep moan from my lips when you lean down and plant a warm kiss on the swelling head rising up. Abandoning the wash cloth you wrap your hand around the shaft and slowly begin stroking me. As my hardness returns you let your lips part and your wet tongue swirls around the very tip of my cock. Slowly you slip the head between your lips as your tongue continues to bath me in warm wetness. As you suckle the head of my hardening cock, you shift on the bed so you are straddling my face. My hands sliding up your legs to your firm little butt. Pulling you down until you feel my tongue flicking out and sliding across your naked lips. Your own mouth sliding further onto my cock as you stroke me in your hand. As you spread your thighs wider you cover my face with your warm pussy. Even though you have wipe your lips clean with the wash cloth I can still taste both of our juices leaking as I drive my tongue inside you. Nibbling on your clit, my tongue swirling all around it as I suck it between my lips. Opening your mouth, allowing your saliva to coat my hard cock as you pump the hot shaft before sucking me deeply back into your warmth. Moaning around my hardness as my flicking tongue plays with your clit. You can feel it brushing against my teeth as you taste the pre-cum beginning to leak from me. My tongue sliding between your lips, sucking on your hot pussy as my tongue fucks into your wetness. In and out as you stroke me harder and faster. Both of us quickly climbing higher and higher towards a nice climax. Your ass rocking back and forth on my face as I eat your deliciously wet cunt. The juices pouring from you into my mouth making my cock throb as you slide the swollen head to the back of your throat. Your ass cheeks clenching tightly as my tongue slides up to tease your little asshole as your grind down onto my face. Tongue fucking your little asshole as you swallow and lick my hard cock. Shifting yourself on my face forcing my lips to your hard clit and dripping cunt you moan as I nip at your naked flesh. Your climax soon crashes over you as your hot cunt pours out your hot cream mixed with my own cum as I drink you down. As you moan loudly around my cock the sensations bring on my own climax as you squeeze the hard shaft and fondle my balls in your hand. As I drink down your own hot cum you swallow mine as each throb of my cock sends another splash of cum to the back of your throat. Coating your tongue with my cum and I suck and lick your dripping wet cunt. Slowly I soften once again in your warm mouth as you suckle just the sensitive head. Slowly rolling your sweet cunt around my mouth as you savor the last ripples of your own climax. Letting me slip from between your lips you sit up and stretch for the ceiling. Wiggling your sweet ass and wet cunny on my face before pulling away. Turning around you lay on top of me. Your lips drop down to my own as my hands glide over your smooth back. Each of us savoring the juices from the others mouths. Sliding your naked body down a little bit you rest your cheek on my chest. Both of us drifting off to sleep, to gather our strength so we might start all over again later. But for now we rest. Anticipation Anticipation: The act of looking forward: especially: pleasurable expectation. The saying usually goes; anticipation of sex is better than sex itself. The same can be said of waiting to get a taste of someone you really want to get your hands on. I woke up this morning with a guy on my mind that I am trying to get into my bed. He is in my mind constantly. He teases me and I tease him unmercifully. When I finally get him in my bed I'm afraid I might hurt him. This morning after a long session of emailing back and forth last night I had this scenario running in my brain and I couldn't let it go to waste. My prospective catch is an instructor at a local school where I am a student. This guy has been in my dreams for a while but I just recently started fucking with his head. He is responding well to my teasing. Here is how I want this plan of mine to go. After working my self and my new beau into a frenzy after a night of teasing online, I go into the school to see him. As I round the corner to his office I see him coming down the hall in my direction. He smiles and looks about quickly to see who is in the area and then abruptly grabs me by the arm and pulls me into a small conference room, locking the door behind us. I open my mouth to say what I was thinking and he grabs me by the back of my head winding his hand in my hair and pulls my mouth to his. His tongue is probing and seeking mine with a heated passion that only waiting too long for something can produce. I hungrily suck on his tongue as he places his other hand on my ass and pulls me tight to him. I can feel his cock is already rock hard in anticipation. I smash my lips to his and attempt to suck his tongue out of his head with a little gurgle of a giggle. Not to be out done he fights back by sucking my tongue into his mouth. I didn't plan on this turn of events but as always I am prepared for what might happen when I see him. I planned on tormenting him today as I always do with a lightweight sundress that shows my curves and is a little transparent if the light hits it right. I wore my red thong underware even though it is a light color dress just to give a hint that there is something there. I know he loves the thought of what's under those panties. He's seen enough pictures of it. It's starting to look like I might get a feel of that tongue of his today the way he is sucking on my face. His hands are under my dress now feeling up my smooth ass cheeks. Kneading them like dough and dipping his fingers under the fabric. I know he can feel the wetness spreading from my pussy lips and working its way out to my thighs. My legs are feeling weak so I am trying to lean back on the conference table. Sensing my intentions he eases me back so I can lean against the table as his hands move up under my dress to my swollen breasts. The nipples are so hard they hurt. His hands are lightly pinching my nipples making them ache. Abruptly he pulls his lips off of mine and works his way down my neck kissing and sucking down to my chest. I pull down the top of my dress to expose my tits and allow him access to my aching nipples. His mouth pounces on my tit and his tongue swirls around my burning nipple licking and sucking the heat out of it. Changing to the other nipple I feel the pain subsiding from the intense pressure there. I haven't been idle while he is sucking me. I slid my hand between us and grasped his cock in my hand. I can feel the hardness behind the zipper. I push him back slightly and his mouth breaks contact with my tit with a loud sucking sound. I bend over and reach for his zipper pulling it down and opening his belt. His eyes are on me as I glance up to see what he is thinking. His eyes burn into mine as he sees what I am doing. His pants are down around his knees now and his burning cock is in my hand. The object of my desire is now in my control. I tug it slightly to me and he groans. Bending over I lick the head and give it a few pumps as I mischievously turn my head so I can look at him to see his reaction. His eyes lock on mine. I can't take this tension any more. To get him good and ready I deep throat him once and leave a wet trail of saliva on his cock as I pull my lips away. Not that he will need any lube because my pussy is now so wet I can feel the lips slipping apart on their own. I lay back on the table and pull up my dress exposing my panty covered pussy to him. He leans down and grasps the sides of my panties and whisks them off my legs in one swift motion burying his face in my pussy. I feel his tongue licking and his lips lightly sucking my engorged clit. I know I won't be able to take this for too long before I cum in his face. A finger now slides into my pussy finger fucking me. He pulls it out and licks the juice from it. I catch my breath as he slips two fingers back into me. My pussy is sucking his fingers as he slips them in and out. My juices are running down the crack of my ass. Seeing the lubrication is there he slips another finger into my ass hole. The feeling is exquisite. He adds another finger and goes down on my clit again with his tongue flicking my clit like a butterfly. I can feel the heat rising from my pussy into my chest. I can't see, hear or feel anything but him sucking on my clit. Suddenly I can feel my legs tense as my orgasm rushes through me. My pussy is quivering and I can hardly breath but I know what I must do right now. I have to get his cock in my pussy while I'm still feeling the rush of my orgasm flowing through me. I gently push his head away from me and roll over so I can slip my legs of the table. Gathering my dress up around my waste I bend over the table pushing my wet pulsating pussy back at him. He takes the hint and lines up on my pussy and with one stroke he is in me to his balls deep. My pussy is so wet my juices have come squirting out on his balls. I reach back and grab at his ass cheeks to pull him in harder on the down stroke. His prick is hitting my G spot just right and his balls are slapping my engorged humming clit. I can feel him tensing up. I'm sure it's been a while for him and he won't last long. Suddenly he stops pumping and holds me tight. I sense he is trying to hold off as long as he can in my tight hole. I could be devilish and keep pushing my pussy back on him and make him cum but I am savoring the feeling of his swollen cock spreading my tight passage. My pussy is pulsing from my previous orgasm. He starts to pump again slowly pulling his cock back out of my pussy grip all the way to the tip and slowly back in. What a feeling. My pussy is making a squishing sound as he thrusts in and out. I push back to get him back inside of me again and he slaps my ass cheek. I giggle because he is on to my tease. He starts to massage my ass cheeks as he fucks me now. His thumbs kneading my flesh. My ass hole is staring him right in the eye. I feel the familiar pressure of a thumb pushing against that tight hole. It slips effortlessly inside and he makes little fucking motions with it. It feels so good. As if he read my mind he pulls out his thumb and inserts two fingers. I'm feeling full as he starts to piston my pussy. Faster and faster. I can hear him breathing harder and feel his cock beginning to swell. A gasp escapes his lips and he slams harder and deeper into me than before. I can feel his cock pulsing and imagine those jets of cum shooting up into my cunt. He jerks a few more times and leans over me now. I feel his body pressing into me and I lean into him savoring the moment at last we connected. Suddenly voices in the hall bring us back to reality. Some one is coming to use this room. We scramble for clothes. A quick look around and we leave the room to the questioning glances of the people in the hall. We act like we are just having a normal conversation and pretend nothing happened. Until next time. Anticipation 7pm. Bedroom. Leave the boxers on. These are the simple instructions I'd slipped into your briefcase as you showered this morning. I know you'll find it as soon as you settle in at the office, likely scrambling your brain a bit with a keen curiosity right before some important meeting. Grinning a little deviously at the thought, I watch you back down driveway then dart up the stairs to finish getting ready for work myself...and to prepare our room for tonight. By noon you've texted me three times, asking for hints as to what you can expect, each one growing more insistent. I don't bother answering verbally, instead sequestering myself in the ladies' room to snap a quick, teasing photo. It comforts me throughout the day to know I'm not the only one being driven mad with anticipation. The thrill comes from knowing yours is tinged with uncertainty. The first photo captures a view down my blouse, taunting you with lace-clad cleavage. Second, a single hardened nipple poking above the cup of my bra, the tip of my tongue straining towards it from out-of-shot. And for the third, I prop a foot on the lid of the toilet, lifting my skirt and pulling aside my matching, black and silver lace panties. I aim it right at my freshly-shaved pussy, my soft clit peeking between my smooth lips. I get a phone call during your lunch hour about that one. Letting it roll to voicemail, I giggle when I listen to your frustrated growling over me 'making you pop a boner in the middle of the damn work day.' The idea of you struggling to damper your arousal for me throughout the day turns me on more than I thought it would. And the smile heard in your voice confirms you're enjoying this as much as I am. Any subsequent, demanding texts I answer innocently, ignoring your pleas (for clues and/or more pictures), instead asking about your day and, Would you rather have baked or mashed potatoes tonight, dear? My co-workers are no doubt wondering about the mischievous smirk I've had plastered on my face all day, but I don't care. Teasing you is one of my favorite things to do. *** At 6:25 I hear your wheels screech to a stop in our driveway. Perfect timing. Grabbing a glass of red wine, I move to greet you in the foyer. The door swings open and your eyes immediately fall on me. A small smirk crosses my lips when they widen slightly and drop to my feet. From there, they mark a slow path up my bare legs, to the hem of the black, silk robe grazing the tops of my thighs. There is a light pulse between them when I see the tip of your tongue dart out to wet your lips as your eyes continue upward. Your gaze lingers a moment on my chest, the flesh barely concealed by my loosely-tied robe and bra. My nipples tighten under your gaze, and I wonder if you can tell. I love the way you look at me. Love the flash of caveman desire I see in your eyes: Mine, they say, when they finally meet my own. You narrow them playfully and kick the door shut behind you. Your briefcase meets the hardwood floor with a thud as you close the distance between us in three long strides. "You," you growl, grabbing my hips and yanking my body close. "Do you know what you've done to me all day? What you've left me to deal with?" The rough desire in your voice alone sends shivers down my spine. Eyes widened innocently, my tone drips sweetly, "Whatever do you mean, baby?" At the same time, I push my hips purposefully into yours. The length of you presses against my abdomen through your slacks, and you groan lowly through clenched teeth. Crushing your lips to mine, you press your cock more firmly against me. It's a task for me not to let your glass crash to floor so I can wrap my arms around you and enjoy your hungry mouth on mine... Determined, I wrench myself out of your arms, giggling over your grumbled protests and grasping hands. I push the wine glass into your hand. "Dinner's gonna get cold, dear," I say calmly over my shoulder, heading for the kitchen. "Why don't you go have a seat in the dining room?" There's a moment's hesitation where I can tell you're trying to decide whether you should follow my instructions or your instinct to trail behind me and maul me in the kitchen. Good boy, I think smugly when you pick the former. I wait until I hear the chair slide across the hardwood floor of the dining room before I move to the oven where I've kept our plates warm. Knowing you have a direct sightline to where I'm standing, I give an exaggerated bend at the waist as I reach for our dinner. You groan in response to the view as my short robe rides above my panty-clad rear, having always loved the way these lacy boyshorts frame and accentuate my cheeks. Riding high from the effect my teasing's had on you already, I sashay into the dining room. I lean to place your dinner in front of you, and your eyes automatically snap to the gaping front of my robe. My smirk is unstoppable when I see the bob of your adam's apple as you swallow hard. Before I can move to sit in my own seat, I feel the warmth of your hand wrap around the back of my thigh, stopping me. "Baby," you say thickly, "what is all this for?" Leaning over so my face is inches from yours, I answer softly, "I don't have a reason." A slow kiss to your lips and I pull away with a smile. "And I don't need one." You stare at me with a look akin to wonder as I take my seat at the other end of the table. There truly is no special reason behind my plans for today. No anniversary or recent achievement to warrant the steak-and-potato dinner I've prepared for you. No birthday to prompt this evening of tease. Nothing but an inkling of an idea and my desire for you. In between bites of my dinner, the fingertips of my left hand make innocent, trailing sweeps over the exposed skin of my throat, my chest, gradually parting my robe further. Your compliments on my cooking and answers to my mundane questions about the goings-on at work become more stilted the longer your eyes follow the motions of my hand. About halfway through our meal, I've exposed most of my lace-encased chest to you, and you're not even attempting to tear your gaze away from the movement of my fingers. The conversation falls to a standstill, and I let my hand fall to my lap. Your eyes meet mine once more, and the thrill shooting down my spine at your expression tells me that after this precise moment, our dinner will be forgotten. You toss your napkin onto the table. "Baby, dinner was amazing, but...I think I'd like to go upstairs now." I can't blame you—I'm not hungry anymore, either. You glance surreptitiously at your watch, and we both know it's not yet seven, as my note appointed. The look in your eye is pleading, but patient, and I know you'll wait if I ask you to. I'd really been intent on drawing things out...on making you wait until 7pm no matter what time you got home. I'd figured it would be no hard feat, since you'd arrived not too long ago. But this day has been just as much about teasing myself...and I want you now, too. Sipping the last of my wine, I set the glass down, allowing a slow grin to overtake my features. "I'll be right up." Knowing this is the only cue I'll give you, it's almost cartoonish how quickly you drain your glass and shove away from the table. I can almost imagine a dust cloud where you'd been sitting only moments before. I make short work of putting away our half-eaten meal, unable to contain my own excitement at the prospect of finally being able to release the pressure that's been building all day. For both of us. When I reach our bedroom, you are standing at the head of our bed, lightly fingering the blood-red silk fastened to the post nearest you. I silently admire your body from the doorway—the solid planes of your chest and torso, your strong shoulders, and that delicious, hardened bit of you, concealed only by your tented boxers, as per my request. Your head snaps to the doorway once you sense my presence, and for a moment I think you're about to jump clear across the bed and take me on the spot. But you know now what I have in store for you. Know that I plan to carry out something we've only ever talked about before. Your excitement is palpable when the question in your eyes is answered by the fire in mine. "Lay down, please," I command softly. Immediately you comply, crawling to the center of the bed where I've arranged enough pillows for you to be propped comfortably. The candles I set out this morning are lit, and I press 'Play' on the iPod dock before making my way to your side. With a small smile, I gently grasp your wrist and the silken tie attached to the nearest bedpost. My even gaze is only broken from yours to manipulate the material around wrist and ankle as I circle our bed, pausing at each corner. Right arm, right leg, then left leg and left arm; each tie granting just enough give to be comfortable, but nothing more. Standing at the foot of the bed now, you are bound before me—eager, helpless, and hard. You are undeniably excited by the prospect of handing this control over to me, of trusting me with your pleasure. And I am wet with the thrill of it all. Your attention is drawn by the movement of my hands, keenly observing the knot being loosened at my waist. Hips swaying slightly to the music, I turn slowly to the side, allowing silk to drip off of one shoulder and winking playfully before my robe drops completely. I let you watch in profile as my hands wander over skin and lace—neck to shoulders to chest to stomach, to the heated place between my legs, and back. The front clasp of my bra is undone, the lace falls away, and I pause to caress my nipples. They are hard and forever sensitive, and I think of the ways you enjoy teasing them with your lips, tongue, teeth... The gentle waves of arousal beginning to pulse through me guide a hand to the waistband of my panties. My fingers peek beneath the material, immediately encountering wetness and swirling gently once, twice around my swollen clit. Turning to you, I note with satisfaction the hardness straining against the thin cotton of your boxers. Knowing that watching me has made you even harder... the pressure growing between my thighs begs for attention. I allow myself a few more swirls, the look in my eyes telling you I'm imagining your touch instead. Your hips move involuntarily, seeking pressure and friction as you observe. The low groan that reaches my ears is all at once desperate, frustrated and dripping with arousal. Before getting carried away, I push my panties down my hips and gingerly step out of them. I crawl up the foot of the bed and come to a stop when I'm straddling your waist, the heat of my pussy right over your lower abdomen. Your cock juts behind me, just against my ass. I start with my fingernails dragging very lightly across your skin: beginning at each of your captive wrists, trailing down your arms as I smile from above...continuing past your shoulders to your chest, where I swirl them playfully around your nipples. Leaning over, I kiss each one, darting out my tongue for a quick lick before kissing wetly across your chest, up to your neck, your jaw, and finally your lips. My breasts and hardened nipples brush against your chest, sweeping purposefully back and forth while I kiss you. My passion is creeping up on me, and my lips are no longer soft against yours, but insistent. Your tongue gets drawn into my mouth, and I wrap my lips around it. At my light moan and long, suggestive suck, your hips buck beneath me. One hand scrapes down your chest, your abdomen. I shift my weight onto one knee so I can reach between my legs to where you are throbbing. Lightly, I trace your cock with my nails over your boxers—from balls to shaft to rounded tip and back. Adjusting your cock, I lower my hips again, this time with my pussy resting right on your hardness. My hands smooth distracting patterns over your chest, stomach, sides, and you can feel my warmth, my wetness, through the fabric of your boxers. I shift once, twice, sliding myself purposefully along the length of you. I can't help the breathy moan that escapes me from the pleasure of feeling you pressed so firmly right where I need it most. Just when you think you may find true relief in this delicious friction, I'm moving again. Eyes trained on yours, my hands connected to your skin, I slink down your body until I'm kneeling between your legs. My fingers slip under the waistband of your boxers and tug gently until the material catches on your stiff shaft, but release the elastic just before your cock has a chance to bounce free. Instead, I lower my lips over the cotton, my mouth opening to surround your balls. Blowing hot air with just the slightest massaging movement of my lips. I wonder if you can feel my smirk at your shuddering groan; your sounds have always been my favorite treat. My lips shift upward and part on either side of your shaft, keeping that steady stream of warm breath as I work my way up and down, up and down. When I finally reach the head, my tongue flickers out to tease beneath the tip. You gasp, jumping slightly at the sudden sharp contrast to the gentleness of my lips at your most sensitive spot. This barrier is suddenly too much even for me... I need to feel you in my mouth, and tell you so. Grasping the waistband of your boxers, I tug them again, this time exposing your thick shaft as I pull them down. When the head is exposed, I wrap it with my lips. My tongue swirls slowly around the tip while I suck gently. Each exposed inch of your cock is taken into my mouth before pulling back, only to work your boxers down further to take more in on the next pull. Always sucking, now laving the underside of your cock with my tongue. Once the whole of you is exposed, I can't resist taking you into my mouth a few times, relishing your appreciative groans. I release you with a 'pop' before moving to untie your legs, swiftly sliding your boxers the rest of the way off. After tossing them onto the floor, your bindings are deftly re-secured, and I am between your legs again. My palms smooth up your thighs, past your pelvic bone on either side of your jutting cock, up your stomach, then follow the same path back down, fingernails scraping lightly over your skin (you know I've always enjoyed using them). When I reach your thighs, my fingertips move inward at the crease at your hips, and the backs of my fingers brush against your balls. Your cock gives an anticipatory twitch, prompting me to take you into my mouth again... and so I do. Fingertips still roaming your body, I repeat the same gradual pull and release of your cock between my lips, more of you entering my mouth with each suction until I've taken in as much of you as I can. Lifting my gaze to yours, I begin to pump your cock with my mouth, wanting to see the pleasure in your eyes and gauge your reaction. Your heavily-lidded eyes, parted lips and stuttered breaths tell me the heat and wetness of my mouth pleases you, though I already ache to take you into another heated, wet place... You thrust involuntarily, and I encourage the movement by wrapping the fingers of one hand firmly around the base of your cock. Rotating my wrist and pumping along with my lips, I increase the suction of my mouth. When your hips take on a familiar, more erratic movement, I ease the pressure and speed of my mouth and hands, coaxing you back from that precarious ledge. Removing my mouth from you, I slow the fluid movements of my wrist, twisting it over the head, pumping you lightly once, twice more, before I release you completely. You nearly whimper at the loss of contact when you were just so close, but with one, fiery glance, you know my need to feel you inside me, and I know your need is the same. One last kiss on your velvety tip and I'm crawling up your body until my hands are planted on either side of your head, my knees at your hips. With a wicked grin that does little to hide the intensity of my desire, I settle with the length of you pressed along my slit again, not taking you inside just yet. There are no barriers this time, and I'm so slick from the act of pleasing you, I slide along your cock easily. My face hovers inches from yours, the tips of my breasts brushing against your chest. With the first satisfying press against my hardened clit, my lips are attached to yours, my tongue hungrily tangling with yours. We take turns swallowing each other's moans while I grind against you. A moment passes, and I pull away from your mouth. Leaning onto one hand, the other repeats that same tantalizing trail down your chest, stomach, until I wrap you in my fingers. After a couple teasing strokes, I run the head of your cock between my lips before positioning you at my entrance. My eyes never stray from yours as I slowly sink onto you, taking every inch of you into me until I am settled onto your hips. Eyelids fluttering, I groan as you do—you from the feeling of finally being wrapped in my tight warmth, and me from finally being filled so completely. After another urgent press of my lips against yours, I push myself up until I'm sitting upright. I rise off of you slowly until you nearly slip out of me, and then sink just as slowly back down. Pausing a moment to squeeze my muscles around you, giving a tight swirl of my hips as I do. My breaths are heavy from the restraint of not just riding you as hard and fast as I wish, but I repeat the same actions a few times--pull, push, squeeze, swirl--cataloging your reaction and expression to each. I can see your fists clenching, your wrists straining at the ties. I know if they were free, you'd be grabbing at my hips, pulling me harder, faster against you. Leaning back with my hands on your thighs, I begin to quicken my movements. Your eyes fall to where we are connected, and I reach down to circle my clit with my fingers, crying out from the added pleasure. You groan now, and I can feel you shifting your hips upward, trying to meet my thrusts with your own with as much give as your bonds will allow. I know you are close. I lean back over you until my chest is pressed against yours. Propping myself on my elbows, my arms curl under yours, hands coming back over your shoulders. Body molded to yours, a few nips of my teeth against your shoulder, and I begin to snap my hips back and forth. Already your hips are eager to meet me, pushing against me as I fuck you. Each mutual thrust brings my clit in contact with your pelvic bone as I gradually gain speed, and my moans have turned to whimpers from the pleasure of it. Your growls and grunts are driving me wild, driving me to the very edge I know you are close to falling from. My lips brush against your ear briefly before I whisper, "Please... come for me." With that, we are both falling. You tense, and my pussy muscles clench and flutter around your cock as you release deep inside of me. I cover your lips with my own, swallowing your groans and whimpering into your mouth as pleasure crashes over us, washing away a day's worth of tension and teasing. We both eventually fall still, attempting to steady our breathing. Lifting my hips, I moan quietly as you slip out of me. Placing one last kiss to your throat, over where I feel your pulse still racing, I reach above you to undo your bonds. Anticipation Anticipation. That is what she was feeling right now. The emails had started out fun and flirty. Laced with thoughts and promises of taking a picture. Then she knew she crossed a line somewhere. She made reference of "satisfaction". And then there was the question of her wanting to explore being a sub. She admitted that she wanted to learn, to obey. He was only happy to say he may be able to help her with that. He wanted to see how much she would obey first. So here she was, dressing for the encounter. She was meeting him in a parking lot, out in the open. Nervous, which she was. The butterflies were tremendous; she took a shaky sip of water, hoping to calm her nerves. She toweled off her freshly showered body, rips the towel off her hair, shaking it as she does. Grabs the lotion off the bureau and starts rubbing some on her legs, from her toes, up her thighs. She slathers her arms and a little on her quivering chest. She breathes in the coconut smell and it calms her a little. She runs a quick brush through her hair, and pulls it up on her head with a clip She lets the towel completely fall and reaches for the blackish skirt that sits on her bed. She steps into it and pulls it up, buttoning it at her waist. The bright blue V-neck t-shirt goes on next. Shirt, skirt and shoes, nothing else that was his orders. Could she really take orders from anyone? No panties or bra per his orders. Never had she done anything like this. She already feels naughty as she says goodbye to her kids, she will be back soon. Grabbing the car keys and her purse, she heads to the car. She pulls out onto the street and begins the ride to the designated spot. Onto the highway, she opens her windows and lets her wet hair fall around her face. The wind whips it around her face, drying it quickly. As she pulls off the exit, she twirls it back and catches it back in the clip. Her breathing is coming quicker, she is nervous for this meeting. She could just turn around, knowing full well she won't. She wants to meet him, he has intrigued her from his first email talking about the pictures she posted. As she goes to turn into the lot she spies the truck he described and feels her stomach flip flop. She pulls up next to the truck and takes her time securing things in her car. She looks over, he looks and looks away. She hopes this is the right truck. She clicks her door open and steps out tugging her skirt down in the process. She shuts her door and opens his. He greets her with a "Hello, how are you?" She almost whispers but answers "Good thanks "as she pulls herself into the cab and sits tentatively in the seat. Licks her lips, hoping to get rid of the queasy feeling. But she can feel herself starting to get wet, pussy lips clenching in anticipation. He pulls out of the lot they are in and they drive to an abandoned parking lot up the street. He pulls in and parks over by the trees and turns the truck off. He looks over at her, and his hand rubs on her shoulder. She knows he can feel there is nothing underneath. He says, "Do you have something to say?" She knew this was coming. 10 words to let him know she is willing and worthy. She cannot screw this up. She swallows nervously and says,"Please teach me to be a good little slut"...she cannot believe she said it. His head nod is the only acknowledgement she receives from the words. She begins to wonder if she might have said the wrong thing. "Show me you did what I asked," He says. Swallowing, she pulls one shoulder of her shirt down and bares a naked breast to him. He begins kneading it and pinches the nipple not too hard. She tries not to moan, but is very much turned on right now. Is she allowed to sound her pleasure? This was not something they had discussed. And she is so new to this role. Pulls up the skirt so he can see she has nothing on underneath. "Play with your pussy," he commands, and her hand falls to her exposed lap and is immediately sliding around in the wetness. He is still kneading at her breast. She rubs on her clit and lets a finger stray to her soaked hole. Her pleasure is rising and she knows she is getting close to release. "Don't cum," He commands. She is so close but wants to please him. She slows the rubbing, no longer just n that spot of her clit. Suddenly he stops touching her breasts and leans back in his seat. Looks at her, and says, "Take my cock out." Leaning over, she fumbles with the belt, finally getting it open. Next the button, then she pulls down the zipper slowly. She reaches in and pulls out his hard, thick cock. She takes a minute to just stare. She sizes it up, but is not sure she can fit it all in her mouth. His pictures downplayed the monster before her eyes. Two words slip from his mouth. "Suck it." She knew this was coming. The thought has crossed her mind, she may have bitten off more than she can handle. Awkwardly, she leans over the center console, trying to get the best angle to suck this cock. She kisses the head and lets her tongue trace around it. Opening her mouth wide, she begins to slide her mouth on his tool. She is stretched wide and she cannot get more than ¼ in at first. Slides her mouth up to the head and back down again, a little further this time. There is no way she is taking this whole cock in her mouth, no matter how wide she opens. After a few minutes of sucking, his hand is now on the back of her head. Not forcing down, but guiding gently. Stopping for a minute, she looks up at him. She can see a smirk on his lips. "Play with your pussy, make yourself cum." She has to adjust herself, get a hand between her legs, and keep sucking him. If they weren't in a cab of a truck...but she knows this must be part of the test also. Leaning back over she engulfs the head of his cock and slides it as far as she can, almost hitting the back of her throat. Her hand works feverishly, her clit being rubbed with her fingers, her mouth working what she can of this huge shaft. She feels her pussy tighten as an orgasm approaches. His hand is resting on the clip in her hair, moving up and down with her head. Her mouth trying to loosen up as she sucks him, more hungrily now as she readies to cum. He whispers, "Going to cum," and as she moves her lips to the head, she has them tighten. This is the test, Can she swallow his cum? Her legs weaken as she is rocked by an orgasm. Not earth shattering, but exciting just the same. Her fingers even more wet as she releases. She feels the cock in her mouth shake a little then feels hotness hit the back of her throat. She tightens her lips, does not want a drop to escape. She lets herself swallow the cum in her mouth and letting his last shots enter her spent mouth. She swallows this too and opens her lips, letting her tongue lick the head. Satisfied she got everything; she pulls back and leans back into her seat. Looking at him for something, anything. He grabs a towel form the back and makes sure there is no cum left on his cock. Even after cumming, it is no smaller. He looks over at her, "Good slut. Did you cum?" Whispering, "Yes," she nods slowly. Inside she is screaming. How did she do? He adjusts himself back into his pants, gets his buckle back on and starts the truck. Wordlessly, she pulls her skirt down, and sits back, buckle on. He pulls out into the street, and soon they are back at her car. She looks over at him and he says, "Talk soon." That's it. She gets out of the trick, feeling both dirty and naughty, and climbs into her car. When she gets home, there is no email. When she wakes the next morning she reads, "You showed you can follow direction and have great potential." Yes, they will meet again. Anticipation You were ready at the anointed time at the anointed place. You had been waiting for this moment to arrive and it had, finally if not excruciatingly, arrived so slowly. The feelings of anticipation had been welling up in you all day, especially whilst you were out shopping and trying on the expensive French satin and lace lingerie you had procured for this evening's meeting. The soft and cold nature of the new material against your nipples and buttocks made you feel so good; not to say how good the cool material felt against your smooth mound and lips. You had also brought with you your best black party dress, shoestring straps and low-cut at the front and back, with a split to highlight those curvaceous muscled legs; all clad in black, of course. No matter how much you tried to ignore it, the anticipation was building, but yet, you really had no idea what it was he has in mind. Preparing yourself, you took a long hot bath, in the spa-equipped bath that the hotel room afforded you. Laying back you also took the opportunity to imbibe in an expensive bottle of French Champagne, as the room he had made available for you, was completely available to you. Sipping the cold bubbling liquid as the warm swirling aerating waters surrounded you gradually heightened your awareness of the sensual feeling that were building. By changing the position of your hips, you could allow the firm pulsating jets of air to pound rhythmically and invitingly into your sex. The feelings of the air combined with the heat of the scented water trying to split your tightly held lips apart had a deeply narcotic effect on you. Slipping quietly, submitting to the effects of the pulsations you allow your long fingers the joy of spreading your pussy lips apart for the pounding to continue against your fattened clitoris. You must have lain there for a good half-hour, just rising and falling with the throbbing motor of the spa and its effervescence eating away at the pure softness of your femininity. The ringing phone startled you back into consciousness and you rise quickly and, without gathering your robe, you step out of the bath to answer the incessantly ringing phone. It was he, on the other end, inquiring as to your readiness for this evening's activities. Never giving anything away, you teasingly advise him that it is he who will have to wait to see and find out for himself. He liked that answer very much. The allocated hour was upon you, and 7pm precisely, provided a knock on the door of your hotel room. You opened the door to find a uniformed man, replete with a long fake-skin coat and piece of black silk. You are beckoned into the coat and he led you by the arm out of the room and into the elevator. Proceeding to the basement, the elevator doors opened and the black car with darkened windows was waiting for you both. As you stepped through the doors, the black silk was wrapped immediately and firmly around your eyes and tied behind your head. Luck, not too much trouble and expense was afforded to your hair arrangements. The car door was opened for you and you were seated in rear compartment and the seat belt fastened for you. The car started and whisked you away into the warm balmy evening. The drive to your destination lasted, it seemed, for about 30 minutes, and when your journey concluded, upon the opening of the doors, you were enveloped by the unmistakable odour of salt and sand. The ocean and the sound of large waves pounding into the beach also wafted into your consciousness. There is just something relaxing about the sounds, smells and feel of the ocean. Where ever you were, he must have known this was going to have such an effect on you. Again being led by the arm, and all you knew, was that you were being herded inside a house. Inside the house, the same salt and sand aromas were evident, as there was a warm sea breeze wafting around you. The coat was removed from your shoulders and the cooling breeze elicited Goosebumps all over your soft, pink delicate skin; your nipples erect under the silken material and the hairs on your arms and the small of your back standing on end with the increase in electricity from the whole scene. "Welcome, and thank you for making your self available for this evenings delights" he, with his unmistakable voice and accent, announced to you. You simply nodded as your response Disoriented and becoming cautiously aroused, you were also aware that he was standing right behind you. A finger lightly traced along your naked shoulders, lingering at the shoestring strap to fondle the black material for a delicate moment, the finger continued it path towards your neck. The goose-bumps immediately returned and you shivered. From behind, he traced his finger slowly under your hairline then along the other shoulder and down your arm. Suddenly, he firmly grasped your wrist and gently tickled it with the manicured nails of his fingers and continued into the palm of your hand. You squeezed his fingers which, until now, you had only dreamed about feeling and touching. They were long, firm and, oddly delicate, more delicate than you had imagined. Next, you were aware that these delicate finger were now tracing the outline of your dress, along the straps and down and around across your back. He stopped at your spine and traced it to the base of your neck, pinching the fleshy muscles on either side, and then back down and continued across to the other strap. Fingers now were on your shoulder then down your arm collection your other wrist. This time he grasped your wrist even more firmly and led you toward to source of the warm breeze. You could hear the ocean's rhythm more clearly here and when you stopped, you felt his lips brush across your neck. Goose-bumps. Still with control of your wrist, you were pushed and falling backwards, you landed, on your behind, softly on what you believe to be a bed. Totally taken aback, he uses the moment to wrap a piece of soft cloth around your captured wrist and it is tied, firmly, above your head as you are forced to lie down. In quick succession, each of your free limbs is similarly restrained. You are his, legs slightly akimbo, arms outstretched above you. Now this is different. You try to free your arms but they were, indeed, firmly restrained; legs similarly so. The warm ocean sounds drifts back into your consciousness as you begin to relax once more. It is oddly calming, notwithstanding the delicate state of your predicament. Trust, is the key in this regard, and you do trust him. You feel a hand brush across your cheeks, and ears, gently rearranging your mussed hair. Finger tracing an imaginary line across the tops of your eyebrows, so gentle is the touch you feel your shoulders and hips relax into the accommodating mattress on which you lie. The air circulating across your exposed skin makes you patently aware of your near state of nakedness. Thinking along these lines, under the spell of his touch and gaze, increases your respiration rate and the depth of each breath increases in tune with your desires. You turn your head to try to capture his fingers in your mouth, but he stands and is gone, silently escaping from the scene he has established. Your mind begins to wander and the anticipation increases even further. The thoughts of not knowing what it is he has in mind added to the tension, as pent up emotional and physical energies combine with the fear of the dark and uncharted territory into which you are being projected. A smell, an aromatic deep and sensual smell begins to waft around you. Little things keep happening around you to disorient further your sense of time and space. The scent was lavender, combined with something oddly familiar but, at this time unnamed. Your remaining senses were now at their sharpest point since taking this sexually driven adventure and you heard his approach at a distance of around 10 feet. The heavy lavender smell also accompanied his re-appearance and when he was just at what seemed like an arms length away, you felt the warm drop or two of a thick and viscous liquid you immediately assume to be scented oil. The drops cooled immediately on contact with the cool skin of your now heaving chest. The angle of your chest forced the oil to run down between the valley of your breasts to be soaked up by the adsorbent material of your dress. The next sound and feeling made your heart jump several rhythmic beats as the unmistakable sound of scissors snipping at the shoestrings protecting your chest from his admiring gaze. You were now naked from the waist up, as the freed material was delicately and slowly drawn over your breasts, erect nipples punctuating the atmosphere. An audible and appreciative rush of air was evident from him. Squirming and now uncomfortable, you felt compelled to say something, but quickly decided against it when he poured the warm molten oil onto the tip of each of your breasts. It ran freely over their ample proportions in all directions and with its latent heat the oil rapidly increased your skin temperature and you began to freely perspire as the ocean breeze, with its evaporative powers, was acting in total counter-balance. The oil ran over your neck onto your shoulders and around the back of your neck before dropping on to the bed, on which you lay, restrained. The hard bones of your ribcage were not ignored and oil was delicately traced between your swollen breasts. Progressing down, your captor kept the oils dribbling onto your exposed skin until you felt it seep into the material of your dress. He stopped at that point and next you were aware of his cool, firm and large hands resting just below your breasts. Squeezing, he then began to massage the oil into your hungry skin. Firstly with soft circular actions, he enveloped each breast into the palm of his hands and when they completely filled by you, he stopped and just rested them there. Your stiffened, rock hard nipples pierced into his palms. Another appreciative gasp was heard. How did he know that you adore having your nipples pinched like this? Next, the focus of his attention turned to your shoulders and neck as he again, slowly massaged the oil into your body. The desire in your loins spread downwards into your silken panties which, by now, were very, very sodden with your own creamy and oily juices. Stopping, he moved away momentarily and returned with what you soon realise to be a very sharp bladed object. Picking up the edge of your dress that lay still on your chest, in one long silent stroke of his knife, the material was sliced to the hem, laying you completely bare, with the exception of your panties and stockings. The remnants were whipped away from under your body and he, again, was gone. The cooling breeze on your nakedness tightened your already firm skin even more. The oil and his touch had combined in this atmosphere to ensure that you felt every waft of the breeze, every movement of his and each and every one of your very deeply heaved breaths. Where was he you were thinking? Since the time he had laid you bare you lost the sensation of exactly where he was waiting. Just at the point where you had become uncomfortably numb you felt a deep, hot and penetratingly electric sensation burn into you between the top of your panties and your belly button. Then another was felt at the top of your left thigh then your right. Hot burning sensation that, upon cooling, became very calming indeed. What could it be that caused this hot, cool then calm sensation? As this was ticking over in your mind, the wonderment of it, it happened again. A pointed heat was burning into your skin like acid, only this time into your stomach. Drop by delicately timed drop he worked his way up your now squirming body. As the drops landed from a height onto the area just below your breasts, the intense pang of pleasure and pain made you lift your hips clear off the bed. As the heat spots cooled your, skin tightened. At this point you knew it was wax, candle wax that he was dripping onto you. The thought of where the next burning sensation was going to be felt increased you heart rate, twofold. A cold sweat had broken out all over you now with the breeze, the heat the cooling and the oil. The feeling of the drips as they simultaneously exploded on your nipples was so delicious that every nerve in your body submitted to the wave of sensation as your spine arched under the electrified pulsations. Commencing with your shoulders every muscle in your body began to contract then relax as he played his concerto with your mind. The wave of pleasure and pain devoured you and slowly you became more aware of the tingling sensation that begins in the pit of your stomach and slowly sweeps down your back, into your legs and thighs. The muscles in your stomach were still electric and with one sensational contraction your entire pelvic area swamped you with a powerful ocean of pleasure. You gave in to the developing orgasm and announced its arrival with a deep and loud primal scream of pleasure, the likes of which you had only ever read about. Truly an experience for you is an orgasm untouched by human hand. Equally powerful was the fact that it developed and enacted to fulfillment within your powerful mind. The first time anticipation felt so good. Anticipation and Release She took one last walk around the room to make sure that everything was perfect. It had to be. Glancing nervously at the nightstand clock, the final ten minutes might as well be an hour. The music was low and sensual, as was the lighting. She remembered the hours she put in picking out just the right songs for this event. They all had to be smooth and rhythmic. Slow with that underlying pulse that turns your thoughts to other things when you suddenly hear them, no matter where you are. The songs that make you wet, even as you sit at your desk in the middle of the work day. She paused at the coffee table. Laying perfectly straight across were the implements she was instructed to bring. She made one last adjustment, putting the blindfold first in line, in case that was first. Her instructions came in the mail last week. Every detail was thought of and written down in His handwriting. Had it been that long? It didn't seem like years had gone by as she read his familiar script. She lightly traced her fingers over every word of the letter, as if it brought her physically closer to him somehow. He was the one. The one that initiated her into a new sensual world. A world of give and take, pleasure and pain, dominance and submission. Life had somehow distanced them. No matter, as she had more than enough memories to keep her mind and body entertained. How often did they replay as she let her hand drift down into her panties as she lay in bed? Stroking her clit, and making herself climax hard as the movie of their scenes played back in her mind. She found that in the moments as the orgasm was rising in her, she would ask herself for permission to finish coming, as she was trained to do. But now she is here. In the city, the hotel, the room, the clothes, that were handpicked for her by him. 5 minutes left now, she quickly combed her fingers through her long auburn hair, and knelt down about 7 feet from the front door, facing it. Her heart was pounding so hard, trying to imagine him walking through the door. How was she not going to look up at him? Or worse, get up and run to him? She just wanted to press her body against his again. To feel him against the length of her. Training, she thought. Remember the training. She adjusted the hem of her short red dress as she looked down towards the floor. Underneath, she wore nothing but a waist corset, as per his instructions. She did like how it cinched her waist while framing her ass, and pushing her breasts up, making them round and full. The dress lightly fell over all her curves, brushing against her nipples, already making them hard. "One final adjustment" she thought, and she lay her hands on her knees, palms up, ready to be presented. Every sound out in the hall seemed amplified as she waited in that position. She jumped as another door opened and shut. Her heart seemed to race impossibly. Finally, a sound right outside her door. A key card slid in, the handle turning. She took as deep a breath as her corset would allow her, as the door opened. Still looking towards the floor with everything she had in her, she watched as the door swung, and he stepped in. His shoes as always a reminder of his impeccable dress. His style was just the backdrop of his ability to take control over her. The door shut, and a suitcase was set down to the side. She heard him breathe out as he paused directly in front of her. She hoped that he was finding everything she had done so far to his liking. She had hoped that she had followed all of his instructions. She felt suddenly as no time went by at all. She felt that familiar sense of wanting him, and wanting to please him take over. He stepped to her right, then continued around her. He was looking her over. She could feel his gaze over her skin. "What is he feeling?" She wondered. He paused directly behind her, his breathing slow and steady over the low music in the room. Finally he touched her back lightly between her shoulder blades. She shivered, as she felt his warmth again. In that light touch she was already under his complete guidance and command. It amazed her how quickly they fell back into their roles. He walked away from her, and she could hear him pulling the desk chair away from the desk. She waited still. Wanting, so wanting to touch him. Wanting deep inside to taste him. The wanting taking over every part of her, so completely, only broken from the sudden sound of his voice. "You've done well, everything is how I've asked for it to be." "You are lovely...crawl to me." She turned on her hands and knees, eyes still averted down towards the floor, and began to crawl toward the sound of his voice. She moved slowly and steadily as she was trained with her ass up and chest slightly lowered. She felt her dress slip up to her waist, fully displaying her round bottom. She knew that he was watching closely, so she didn't rush as she wanted to, but took her time so he could watch each sensuous movement of her body as she began her submission to him. Finally, she reached his side, and once again knelt, but this time, leaned up against his thigh. He didn't correct her. Has he wanted to touch her again as much as she wanted to touch him? "Start, by kissing up my leg with your pretty mouth" How she missed that voice, commanding and firm. Melting her inside. She leaned forward, starting at his shoe, pushed her lips against it in a kiss. Then she slowly moved up, feeling his body under his clothes with each kiss. At his thigh, she knew that she would be spending more time here throughout the evening, pleasing him at his will. He stroked her head and plunged his hand into her hair, winding it around his fingers. Pulling back and down gently, lifting her face upward, she was suddenly looking into his eyes. " I have missed you, are you ready?" "Yes, Sir.", she responded. She has been waiting for this moment too long. "Then stand and lean over the desk." She could hear the change in his voice, firm, dominant. She already felt the wanting within her. Her pussy was already aching. The aching that would only be suppress by a good, firm fucking. She leaned over the desk, and he came up behind her and lifted her dress to her waist. She could feel him put his hands around her corseted waist, and hold her for a moment before moving them down to her ass. She could feel his heat as he touched her. She found herself pressing backwards against him. Wanting to feel if he was hard, making him want to fuck her right now and satisfy the fire within her. He leaned forward and over her body, pressing himself against her as if he could hear her thoughts. He was rock hard against her. She smiled slightly with satisfaction that she has affected him in that way, but was very happy that he could not see her smirk. Any defiance may delay what she really wanted. She could hear the clang of the o ring as he took her wrist in his hand and said "Let's begin with this." With ease, he strapped the wrist restraints she had so carefully laid out earlier in the day, to each of her wrists. She loved the tightness, and the weight of them. They were bound now as her waist is in the corset. He stepped to her side and threaded rope through the ring first on her right, then her left restraint. She didn't have to wonder for long what he had in store first as he secured the free ends of the rope to the legs of the desk. She could move her hands only left to right, but she was now secured in the bent over position. She suddenly felt vulnerable, but within that, there was also a sense of excitement and lust. The familiar submissive in her was surfacing little by little, and the desire to please him was intense. No more words were spoken, as he left her side and took the heavy black flogger from the table by the bed. He came to back to her, and ran his hand over her ass, then down to her inner thighs, making her move her legs wider apart. He wouldn't touch her where she wanted him to touch most. The aching in her pussy made her push her hips against the desk in hopes that the pressure of the furniture would at least rub against her throbbing clitoris, but to no avail. She felt him step back a few steps behind her. She knew what was to come, as they have had this dance before. She slid her hands along the ropes that held her in place to the sides of the desk, and gripped it to ready for the first swing of the flogger. The first, was soft and heavy. He let the flogger fall with gravity so it kissed her skin. It was ecstasy for her wanting skin, that is aching for touch and sensation. He let the strands of the flogger lay there a moment, before he drew back and let it fall again. "She is his again," She thought to herself, as her breathing deepened in her excitement. She could feel her nipples hardening as her body processes the light tickle of the flogger. He draws back again, but this time the flogger finds its mark on her ass harder. She takes a quick breath in with the surprise, but then melts against the desk as the sting spreads to warmth across her skin. Three...more...times...the flogger finds its mark. Each time stronger, but each time bringing her passion to a boiling point. His breathing is heavier and lustful behind her. She imagines what his erection must look like, straining against his pants as he views her from behind. He leaves her again to the bedside table. She only listens as he takes something else. He returns and she finds herself pushing her hips instinctively backwards, presenting herself. Hoping that he will finally reach between her thighs and stroke her pussy, which by now is soaked and hot. "I know what you want, but don't forget that this is about how you can serve my fantasies." He said. He reached under her, and she lifted slightly from the desk top to allow his hand to pass underneath. He pulled her dress down and underneath her breasts. His fingers reached her right nipple and pinched it firmly. She felt that she could almost climax at that moment. The pain of the pinch and the pleasure from her hard nipple mixed together in an intricate dance, which led through her body down to her clit. The throbbing so intense she slightly whined in need. She heard him laugh softly and slight under his breath. He was enjoying her intense wanting. The clamps that he held in his other hand were slowly and carefully affixed to her nipples. The warmth of her reddened skin from the flogger, and the tight grip of the clamps brought a moan to her lips. "I am enjoying the way you sound," He said, and turning her head to the side by tugging on her hair, his soft lips pushed against her lips, kissing her deep. Not in the way that two people would kiss while making love, but a demanding, controlling kiss that staked his claim on her. It took her breath away, and only wanted more when he took his lips away from her. He returned behind her, and spanked her ass hard and quick. Anything he wanted to give, she was ready to receive. She only wanted his touch, and the intensity that her body needed was the only way to bring some satisfaction to her aching pussy. "You are mine for the weekend, and I'm going to use you for all of my pleasure. So far you have been very good, so I'm going to take you now. Not for your pleasure, but for mine, as you are my toy." She could almost not comprehend his words in her animal lust and want. She heard him unzip his pants, and once again she pushed her hips back, needing him. Her nipple clamps stung and pinched as she pressed her breasts into the desk to get her hips further up. She felt him position himself behind her, and lean forward while he took hold of her hair. He wrapped his fingers deep, pulling her head back slightly. Again claiming her. She felt his hot naked skin against hers. She moaned and pushed, feeling that she could not take another moment. Finally she felt the head of his hard cock press against her pussy. It paused there for a moment before he pushed hard and he slid inside of her. He was so hard, and he moved quick and firm. Pinning her body against the desk, he fucked her hard. Sliding again and again in and out of her, stroking her with the head of his dick while at the same time the folds of her pussy gripped and stroked him. She was building to orgasm, she knew that she had to ask permission, but it was so hard to get an audible, intelligible word out. Finally she managed. "Please sir, can I come?" With quick breath he gave her permission, and she let her body go. The orgasm built deep within her and exploded around his hard cock in her. It was hard and long...going on as he continued to plunge into her. She could feel him getting even harder within her and knew that his climax was coming soon. She wanted him to explode into her, she wanted his pleasure to be intense. She was going to be sure that the whole weekend would be full of his continuous pleasure. He pounded her pussy, which needed this kind of fucking for so long. He quickened and with one final hard push, came hard. She could feel his hard cock spasm inside her making her tighten her pussy around him to milk every last drop of his orgasm. He let the weight of his body fall forward against her engulfing her in his warmth. She felt used and safe all at the same time. As he finally, gently, and slowly released her from her clamps, ropes, and restraints. He brought her close to his body, and wrapped his arms around her spent body. "Rest up, Nikki, as this is only the beginning." Anticipation at the Theater She was surrounded by a soft pink towel. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she swirled the bubbles that were starting to form below. She stood and went to the medicine cabinet, grabbing a clip to pull her hair up. As she pulled her hair into a twist, her towel fell to the floor. She stood there, in front of the mirror, gazing at her curvaceous body. Her hands trailed down her own neck and she caressed her nipples that were now hard from the cool air. She playfully covered her breasts with one arm and raised her other hand to cover her mouth which was shaped like an O. Her face, which was now mischievous with a pretend, shock-liked expression, like vintage pin-up girl, burst into laughter at her own silliness. Gently she eased her feet into the bathtub. The warmth of the water enveloped her. She could feel the tension and hesitation about the evening's upcoming events start to slip away. She gathered some bubbles and they flew into the air as she lightly blew them out of her hands. She always found a bubble bath to be a sensual activity; her hands explored their way down to her lady garden. She started to slowly touch herself. She rubbed her hand over her mound, carefully sliding her fingers between her lips, slowly entering herself. The more she stroked, the more excited she became, her legs instinctively spread open. She could feel that pull inside her, wanting more, but she didn't want to spoil anything for tonight. As she stood, the bubbles rushed down off her body; she wanted to continue the evening ritual to prepare for her adventure. The hot water pelted her from the shower head and beaded across her chest. She grabbed the shaving cream from its usual spot on the window ledge and worked its blue gel into a foamy lather; she loved the smell of men's shaving cream. Her strokes were long and fluid as she took care of all the areas that needed to be perfectly smooth. After she had dried off, she stood at the closet debating the two outfits she had chosen. Should she stick with the comfortable, conservative pant suit or should she give into her sensual mood and wear the black dress with the plunging neckline? The black dress, it was really a no brainer. She carefully applied the right makeup, making her exotic eyes even more tempting. Her soft, smooth skin glowed from not only the heat of the bathroom but from the excitement that was boiling within her. She sat on the edge of the bed to put her stockings on. She worked them up her leg until the lace edge ended at mid thigh. She repeated the same motions on her other leg. Normally she wouldn't wear something as risqué as thigh highs but tonight was different. She was making herself the temptress, she wanted to be the woman that he longed for, needed and desired. She stepped into her new pink boy short style, lacy panties and added the matching bra. The black dress looked perfect on, and her strappy heals completed the outfit. She needed to hurry if she was to meet him on time. There was a chill in the air tonight and as she stepped out of her car, she tightened her grip around her shall. The breeze was gently blowing her hair as she waited by the water fountains that played to their own ballet. She saw him approaching from the lower parking garage. He had a way about him, his presence drew you into him. She wanted to run her hands through his dark hair and get lost in his kisses but that would have to wait. "Evening, gorgeous." "Good evening to you, handsome." She gave him a slow smile as he leaned down to greet her with his kiss. "How was your day off?" He was genuinely interested, always a good sign. "It was wonderful," she coyly told him as a smirk made its way across her face. They entered the theater where he got his usual scotch on the rocks before making their way to their private box seats. They sat down just as the curtain was rising. Normally he wasn't a fan of theater, but he knew it pleased her to watch these sappy plays. Tonight was "Brigadoon," and it was one of her favorites. Foolish characters, young and in love. He watched her smile and laugh through the opening scenes. She caught him staring. "What's the matter?" "Nothing. I just like watching you smile, it's so damn sexy." "Oh yeah?" She leaned over to his side of the chair, her breasts pushing together for a more inviting view. "How would you like it if I did this?" She reached up to his face, her breath near his ear, nibbling on his lobe. "Mmmmm, I like that," he sighed. "Perhaps you would like this..." She eased out of her chair quietly and so inconspicuously that no one noticed when she fell to the floor and made her way between his knees. She was crouching in such a way that he could see her skirt rise just enough to reveal the top of her black stockings. Seeing her below him, in this setting, with those tits doing nothing but enticing him even more, made his cock hard just thinking of what he would like to do to her. She moved her hands up his calves, then to his thighs. "What do you think you are doing" he whispered "What does it look like?" she mouthed back to him. Her favorite part was unbuckling his belt. She got such a rush out of it, and then unzipping his pants; she was hot just thinking about it. She rubbed his hard cock through the material. She always liked to watch his facial expressions, always looking at his eyes. She slid his cock out of his boxers and gently stroked him between both of her warm hands. She loved watching him, loved stroking him. She leaned forward to put her lips against his manhood. He moved towards her, trying to reach for her nipples that were obviously hard, but she pushed him away. Her tongue reached out to touch his shaft. She licked up ever so slowly and then down the other side. She was careful to avoid the head, because that was the best part, she wanted to make him wait for it. She continued to stroke him and make him wet. "Yes, baby, yes," he softly moaned. "Mmmmm," she hummed against his cock, making him even harder. She used both hands to stroke him, this time flicking her tongue over the slit at the top of his cock. "I can taste you," she whispered. God damn he wanted to fuck her but she felt so good. She opened her lips, taking him in slowly and deeply into her hot mouth. She sucked on his cock making it even harder, grasping his balls in the other hand while she stroked and sucked at him. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore she slid an ice cube from his drink into her mouth. She hovered over him and then slowly took him deep, the sensation from the ice and the heat of her mouth was too much. He pulled her hair back, so that he could get her attention. "Lets get out of here," he said hastily. "Why?" she murmured. "You want some of this?" He watched as she pulled her skirt up a little higher, revealing more of her thigh. She raised her hand to her mouth, sucking on her own finger, then she moved it down beneath her dress. He couldn't see what she was doing but he knew. She slid her hand back up in front of him. "Want some of this?" She positioned her pussy-dipped finger in front of his mouth. He could smell her and, God, it was tugging at his insides. She slid her finger in his mouth and he sucked her juices off. She was hot, and so very wet, and her clit was aching to be touched by him. "Lets go now," he firmly said. She reached for her purse and they quickly but quietly left the box seat. They hardly made it to the parking garage before he found a corner to push her into. He pressed his body against her, he cupped her face in his hands, kissing her neck. "Gorgeous, I wanna make you cum," he panted. "I want to taste your pussy myself." Hearing him say that brought butterflies to her belly, oh how she wanted him. He forcefully plunged his head between her breasts, pinching at her nipples. He worked his way down to her thighs. He ran his hand up them, feeling the lace between his fingers. Her dress was long enough to hide him, so he ducked underneath it. She felt strange being in the parking lot but it was dark enough that she didn't care. He kissed his way up her thighs, gently biting on the flesh that was above the thigh high stocking. He slid her lace panties down around her ankles and she stepped out of them, he placed them in his pocket. She could feel the heat of his mouth lingering at her pussy. Her legs started to shake, just in anticipation. She put her hands on his head and tried pushing him closer, but he wouldn't budge. She felt his fingers touch her and spread her lips open. Fuck, that felt so good. He blew air directly at her exposed clit and was getting lost in the smell of her juices. He dove into her, burying his tongue into her pussy. He licked her lips, swirling around her clit, and then pressing his tongue flat against it. Her knees were buckling and she was slowly starting to fall to the floor, but he used this to his advantage. This only spread her pussy lips open wider, and gave him full access to her. He pulled back for just a moment, then licked his way from her ass to her clit. She trembled, she was shaking. He bit on her clit and flicked his tongue around in circles making her shudder and shiver. She could feel, in the pit of her belly, the heat and tension of her orgasm growing. It was taking over her, she was so blind with desire that she hadn't noticed that he had pulled his cock out of his pants. He swiftly moved into a standing position, pulled up her dress and slid his hard cock into her pussy. "Ohhhh, yessssss," she moaned. Her body plunged into ecstasy, he could feel her pussy gripping his cock tighter, milking him, and bringing him to his edge. "Handsome," she moaned. "Fuck that pussy, I want to feel your hot cum inside me, cum for me, please." He knew he was gone the moment she said he could pour inside her. He shuddered, quivered, and the throbbing was in full force. He couldn't last much longer. "Gorgeous, I'm gonna cum." He trembled. "Cum for me, Handsome, cum for me." He exploded into spasms, his rock hard cock pulsing out hot juices. He shuddered against her, thrusting the last few times. She giggled sweetly, as she always did. "So what did you think of the show?" she asked "Fantastic, we should come to the theater more often, don't you think?" As she gazed into his eyes she replied "Absolutely, darling." Anticipation Ch. 01 My sighs of pleasure mingle with the soft murmur of your voice as we lie in bed. Our hands and lips slowly explore the hidden recesses of each other's bodies, searching for those places that bring most pleasure...tongues tasting, while fingers probe and nails scrape flesh lightly, exciting each other slowly...we have all the time in the world now... Your mouth at my breast, I reach up to run my hands through your hair...so soft, like silk. I never knew a man's hair could be so soft. I use it now to tug your head back so I can look at your face, stare into your eyes...I want to memorize your features so I can replay these moments over and over again in my dreams when we must be apart. For two days now we have been hidden away in this place together...far away from reality and from prying eyes. Making love, sleeping briefly...waking to eat and talk, tease and laugh before the cycle begins anew. Oft-wondered questions have been asked and answered – imaginings compared against reality... I'd have thought I'd be satiated by now from the surfeit of passion we've shared, and so I am surprised by the sharp stab of desire and renewed yearning that assails me as I look into your face. Recognizing my quick indrawn breath and the sudden smoldering look in my eyes, you grin at me. There is no resistance as you slide your hands along my arms, drawing them up above my head so I am stretched out beneath you – an offering, waiting on your pleasure. Leaning down with your mouth close against my ear you whisper a question...am I ready for you again? I feel the blush on my cheeks, knowing you know the answer...embarrassed at being so wanton, and so easily read. In the absence of a verbal response you reach down with one hand and slide two fingers inside of me, causing my muscles to clench tightly around you...my wrists are still held above me in your other hand and you watch my face while you push them in and out of me slowly. You laugh softly as you feel my back arch against you in pleasure and anticipation. As sore as I am from our play, the ache inside of me is back...I want to feel you thrusting deep inside of me again and my breath quickens at the thought. When your hand moves from between my thighs and you press your fingers against my lips I have no desire to resist...I part them to allow you to slip your fingers inside my mouth and then suck them slowly, my tongue caressing you...tasting the proof of my passion as you watch. When they are clean you slide them out of my mouth and down my chin...leaving a trail of wetness down my arched neck and the hollow of my throat...my eyes close in pleasure and concentration when I feel you move to my breast and then caress my nipple...then suddenly they fly back open and I yelp in surprise and pain when you pinch me, hard enough so that I know it was no accident. You tell me you asked me a question...do I want you inside of me? I do -- we both know I do – and I wonder what game you are up to as I whisper my reply. "Yes. Yes, I want you again..." You tell me you want me to do something for you and I smile slyly...I know what you like and a vision of your cock in my mouth flashes through my mind. I'm surprised, then, when I feel you reach back up to my wrists. Pulling them further apart, you gently close my hands over the thin metal bars of the head board. You smile at the confusion in my face and tell me to hold on to the bars, don't let go...and then tell me to spread my legs apart for you. I am embarrassed by the request, by your assumption of my compliance, but I do as you ask...though we've hinted at such games in our written exchanges this is a something we have yet to explore in reality. Your smile widens when I comply and you run your open hand down my side, along my hip and thigh...and then you tell me to spread them wider, as if they were tied to the bed posts. The reference makes my face turn warm and I hide my expression beneath half-closed eyes, watching you -- trying to determine if you are serious. When I hesitate you reach down and slip your finger into the hollow between my legs again, dipping inside of me to coat it with my wetness before sliding it up to massage the spot just above my clit. My response is automatic; I feel my nipples harden and I moan in pleasure, drawing another smile from you. When I begin to squirm softly from your ministrations the request comes again...open your legs for me, spread them further... this time I do it without hesitation, concentrating on the feel of your finger and the tingles of pleasure that are traveling over my clit and through my abdomen. I tighten my fists around the bars of the headboard, squeezing, the metal somehow reassuring against my palms and fingers. You hear me sigh softly...mmm...but just as I am beginning to lose myself in the sensation you stop. I feel you move away from my side, leaving a void between my legs and a cold space where your hard body had been stretched out beside me. I turn my head toward the side of the bed where you stand, wondering at your intent, and you tell me to stay put, you'll be right back. Disappointed, I begin to close my legs and you reach over and place your hand on my calf. No, you tell me...stay just as you are. I am puzzled again, but I do as you ask. When you move off into the connecting bathroom I lay there, still. You are gone only a few minutes but I feel self-conscious maintaining this position, even as I am slightly excited by it – my hands and legs spread out on the bed of my own volition....waiting upon your return... I flush as I recognize the items you carry with you when you come back to stand beside me. A small smooth vibrator, along with the little pink butterfly I keep in my travel kit. I wonder why I should be embarrassed, we both know I carry them...perhaps it is simply the wicked expression on your face as you stare down at me on the bed with them held in your hand. Then I notice the eye mask and I bite my lip. I realize it must have been stuffed down in my toiletry bag, forgotten...one of those things they give you on overnight flights. I never use half the items in those kits, but for some reason I never throw them away either – and I wonder if you think I kept this one on purpose. Before I have time to explain you are back on the bed with me. Your mouth captures mine in a deep kiss, making me forget everything except the deliciousness of your lips and tongue on mine. I do so love to be kissed by you...your tongue inside of me immediately stirs my passion. When I move my hands from the bed frame to run them down your back. you pull away from me and I open my eyes in confusion. There is a stern look in your eyes as you admonish me. You tell me if I want what you have to offer, I need to do as you've told me...I mustn't forget again if I want you to fuck me. My desire is obvious as I obey with alacrity, my hands reaching back up to the metal frame, and in your face I read satisfaction at my quick response. This, then, is what you want...to know that I want you – that I will do whatever you tell me if it means having you inside of me... You ask me if I want to taste you and I whisper – yes...yes, I want you in my mouth. Gathering several pillows, you gently lift my head and shoulders to place them underneath me, and as you place your legs on either side of my chest I stare up at you above me...I know you like this and I do so enjoy giving you pleasure. With your hand guiding your cock you gently brush the head against my lips, teasing me...you are half-hard, and the velvety feel of your cock head against my sensitive lips makes them tingle. Lightly, my tongue slips out to taste you...to feel the texture of you...I feel you grow harder and I smile inwardly, knowing I have the power to excite you. You slide yourself between my lips, which close around you, sucking you gently... I see your eyes shut briefly at the sensation. You move slowly in and out of my mouth, my tongue sliding along the underside of your shaft as you move deeper with each stroke. I feel you grow harder yet...my eyes are locked on yours as you do this, reading the expression in them, seeking to draw your passion with the intensity of my gaze. I long to shift my position...I know we would both be more comfortable if I could slip further down on the pillows...but then I remember your admonishment and stop myself before I let go of the headboard. And then, too, there is something about letting you service yourself with my mouth this way that appeals to me somehow. I remember an old question from our discussions: "Who is the master and who is the slave?" and I wonder... When you pull out of my mouth I am disappointed, and my lips remain parted in invitation. You stroke your cock along them again and a drop of semen oozes out...you rub it against my upper lip and watch as my tongue reaches out to lick it off. I am hungry for the taste of you and I lift my head, trying to draw you back into inside of me, but you smile and pull away, leaning down to kiss me softly before covering my body with yours on the bed. My disappointment at the loss of your cock in my mouth ebbs as you slide down my body, trailing kisses as you go – pausing to capture my breast with your mouth and sucking the nipple, gently biting until you hear me hiss with pleasure. Down my ribs and stomach then, your tongue circling my navel...I know where you're going – where I'd like you to go – and I grow wetter at the thought of it, before ever I feel your tongue begin probing me there...moving up to my clit, and then back down to the opening of my sex...the sensation of your tongue both soft and rough at the same time causing me to lift my hips toward you in supplication...more – I want more... Though I hear the hum of the vibrator beforehand I am still shocked by the feel of it against the opening of my cunt. It is the small cylindrical one...just right for delicate work, I know – and apparently you do too, as you slide it up along my labia and then brush it lightly against my clit. My hands are gripping the bars tightly again as you tease me with it...moving it along me, stopping to rest it against various sensitive spots...then your tongue resumes its place at my clit, tasting and nibbling me as you press the vibrator slowly inside of me – first an inch, then out...the next time a little further...and then further still... I feel like screaming with the exquisite pleasure of it and you hear my gasps as I approach that point of no return...until your mouth leaves my clit to whisper in my ear...Do you like it? Do you want to cum? The vibrator still strokes me as you use one hand to slide it slowly in and out...as deep as it will go, but not nearly deep enough...you are frustrating me...teasing me...and I suddenly begin to realize that was your intent all along. "Please," I whisper, "make love to me." There is no verbal response from you as you continue to work the vibrator inside of me. My legs are spread wide, my hips moving in time to your strokes -- first fast, then slowing down...almost stopping when you see I am coming too close to the edge of the precipice. You watch the play of emotions on my face and I clench my eyes shut, shaking my head...no...don't slow down, don't stop! I couldn't let go of the bars now if I wanted to, and I know that I'll be unable to close my hands properly for hours after this is over. And still you continue to tease me – taking me to the edge of insanity and then pulling me back again, over and over... You ask me again if I want to cum...if I need release...and the answer is torn from me – YES. Yes, I need it. Your voice is nearly a purr when you tell me that I will have to show you how much I want it, and I cry out as you withdraw the vibrator a final time and turn if off. Your palm caresses my body...stroking my stomach, sliding up my torso to cup my breast...up along the side of my neck, with your thumb brushing over the hollow of my throat, then caressing the line of my jaw before it moves up and you stroke your thumb back and forth along my trembling lower lip. I have a surge of hope that you finally intend to release me, but it is dashed away when you slip the eye mask over my head, plunging my world into darkness. I am so tense with desire and anticipation that every nerve ending is tingling, and I jump when I feel your hands on my inner thighs. I can feel your breath against my pelvis and I think you intend to finish it this way, with your tongue nibbling at my clit or thrusting inside me...it would take so little to take me over the edge, I know... Instead I feel you place something hard and cool and smooth against my sex, followed by something (elastic?) being tightened around each of my upper thighs. The butterfly vibrator, I realize -- and I am torn between laughing and crying as I realize you intend to torment me still further. When you have it firmly seated against my clit and the opening of my cunt, I feel you move back up the bed and hear your voice whisper against my ear again...you tell me you know how close I am, but I mustn't come...not until you release me to do so...and you explain that you won't do that until I've shown you how badly I want you. You want to watch the evidence of my passion, to hear me cry out with it...if I do a good enough job of arousing you this way then you will reward me by fucking me as hard as I like. But if I don't please you, if I let go of the headboard or if I come before you tell me, you won't take me again...not today, not tomorrow...not again before we leave this place. The thought of waiting still longer for release makes me whimper softly, but when you ask if I understand I tell you yes...I will do as you ask. The kiss you give me then is slow and thorough, your tongue filling my mouth, touching and stroking me and sucking my soul into a vortex of passion and want...and then you reach between my thighs and turn on the vibrator, and my hands spasm and clench on the metal bars again...and then I feel you withdraw slowly and slip away from me off of the bed. Though I try, I cannot sense where you are...the mask over my eyes hampers my senses. All senses, that is, save the emptiness inside of me and the ache between my legs. The vibrator hums lightly there, teasing my clit, and as it flutters against me I think how aptly named it is. It makes me squirm against the mattress, trying to get it seated more directly...and then I think of you watching me do this and I stop...and let go again when I remember that this is what you wanted – to see my need, to know that I want you so much that I would allow you to watch me express my desire without reservation. I wonder if you would truly refrain from making love to me again if I cum without you, but I am afraid to test you with it...so I squeeze my muscles tighter to keep from losing myself. I am whimpering now, mewling with the need for release...I think about how it will feel to have you inside of me, thrusting and pounding into me, your testicles slapping against me as you grind against my pelvis, burying yourself as deeply as you can...but the thought of it is driving me insane...I need you so badly... The vibration caused by the bit of pink plastic is more a torture than a relief as it buzzes softly between my legs. Just enough sensation to keep me from relaxing and losing my desire, but not nearly enough to make me cum...causing the nectar to flow from me freely, dripping down between the cheeks of my ass to pool on the coverlet below me. Where are you, I wonder, and what are you doing? The room is silent except for my soft noises and the buzz of the vibrator...I wonder what you are thinking as you watch me, and I blush at the picture I must be presenting, spread out on the bed and lost in my lust for you... Across the room, on the other side of the bed from where I am facing, I hear your voice and I quickly turn my face toward it. You tell me you want to hear my passion as well...that I should not assume you are watching, but you will be listening for me. I am surprised at your words and wonder what they mean...would you leave me here to squirm and suffer alone? The thought is both humiliating and titillating at the same time – to open myself to you so blatantly only to realize you are not there... And yet I must somehow convince you to come to me, because I do not know how much longer I can last without satisfaction of some kind. Endless minutes tick by and my need rises higher; I think of you watching me and it makes my movements grow wilder as I try to tempt you to come to me...but there is no indication of where you are or what you are doing...I am panting now, moaning as I writhe on the bed, my head whipping back and forth on the pillow. Where are you? I want you so much, I need you to release me. I don't think I can wait any longer...where are you?? I call out your name in frustration...it is both question and demand...'Please,' I beg, 'I need you.' When there is no response I yank on the headboard in frustration. I call your name louder. I tell you I want you...I need you now...I need to cum and I want you inside of me, and I am nearly sobbing with my desire for you. In the back of my mind I know I could simply let go of the headboard and end this, but I know I won't. I am yours...yours so deeply that I will do whatever you want, whatever you tell me. And then the realization of this hits me and I am unable to stop myself from cumming, from falling over the edge of oblivion as I cry out and shake and shudder with my release. "Milord," I whimper, a tear sliding down the side of my face. "Milord..." As I come down, satiated, I suddenly realize what I have done, and a shiver of remorse and apprehension travels through my body. I have disobeyed you by cumming, and I wonder what you will do when you find out... Anticipation Ch. 01 Sliding the keycard into the door, she stepped inside the suite and took in the surroundings. This guy sure had class, she noted. This was no cheap dingy motel, even though she knew that what was planned was typically associated with such places. A sense of nervousness and excitement combined flowed through her insides. "Am I really ready to go through with this?" she asked herself. She had only met Mark for the first time this afternoon at lunch. The conversation had went really smoothly after a few awkward moments at the start, but she had just begun to get a sense for him in person. Of course, Audrey had been chatting with Mark online for some time. And she had revealed plenty of intimate details about her life and her fantasies, and had learned similar information about Mark. But the barrier they had created allowed for a certain amount of anonymity, a certain amount of distance. It started when Audrey had posted some erotic stories that Mark read. That led to chatting and eventually chatting led to this encounter. With Mark having a business convention just an hour's drive from where Audrey lived, the time for the meeting had been determined by outside forces. Perhaps, Audrey thought to herself, she needed more time; or maybe she couldn't wait any longer. At first, Audrey had convinced herself that posting the stories was just an outlet for her, to get away from the rigors and responsibilities of her daily life. Posting them and getting positive feedback would be enough to satisfy her. But over time she realized that that was only part of the story; she needed more than just intellectual stimulation. She needed to be touched; she needed to explore her sexual limits. And while she and Mark had discussed numerous fantasies, they had agreed in advance on what would happen in the first meeting. Better not to rush things too fast, they agreed. The memories and recollections, the thoughts and the fears were swirling around Audrey's head until... Knock. Knock. He was here. She opened the door and Mark came in. He was wearing the same suit he was wearing at lunch, but now was carrying a bouquet of flowers for Audrey. They were yellow forsythia, what would normally be a rather unusual choice. But in the course of their chatting Mark had learned that Audrey was very knowledgable about the meanings of various flowers, and indeed she immediately recognized them as symbolizing anticipation. The sense that Mark understood what was going through her mind at this moment relaxed her. Meanwhile, Mark closed the door behind himself and took in the moment. Audrey's long blond hair flowed beautifully, and he was mesmerized by her beautiful green eyes and soft lips. She was no longer wearing the blue summer dress she had worn to lunch. Instead, she was now wearing a tight corset, a lace garter, stockings and her favorite thong, all black. Every curve on her body was highlighted by her outfit, and Mark's eyes slowly traced their way down her body, taking in her ample cleavage and her hourglass figure. Audrey could feel his penetrating eyes and the excitement -- the anticipation -- that ran through her body had now overcome her nerves. As she turned to place the flowers in the vase that Mark had had the hotel staff leave in the room, Mark took in the soft curves of Audrey's two ass cheeks. The view was salivating, although Mark managed to compose himself enough not to drool on himself. As Audrey turned around, a brief pause ensued and the sense of awkwardness, of uncertainty, seemed to cover over both of them. But Mark placed his hand on Audrey's cheek, ran it through her hair, and softly whispered, "You look absolutely beautiful." Audrey's cheeks blushed and she softly replied, "Thank you" as their lips came together and they began a slow and increasingly passionate kiss. As their tongues danced in harmony, their hands started exploring each other. Soon Mark's jacket was on the floor and his shirt was unbuttoned, as Audrey ran her hands along his chest. Meanwhile, his hands were running up and down her back, reaching down to cup her ass cheeks. He reluctantly released her when it became obvious what she wanted. Audrey got on her knees and slid Mark's pants to his ankles. He was already rock hard at this point, as she took his cock in her hand and began to slowly stroke it. She brought her mouth down and began to slowly flick her tongue across the tip as her fingertips ran along his smooth balls. She sucked the head between her lips as her tongue continued to tease the tip. She felt his hands in her hair as he slowly forced to take more of his throbbing dick into her mouth. She obliged his wish until she could take no more, and then slowly slid her mouth off of his cock, tracing her tongue along the base of his shaft as she did so. Bringing her hand back to his cock, she stroked it again as her mouth descended to his scrotum and sucked on his balls. Mark's groans indicated that the pleasure was intense, but he abruptly pulled away from her and, taking his cock in his hand, smacked it back and forth once across Audrey's cheeks. "Bad girl. You know that tonight is for your pleasure, as we agreed," he reprimanded. "Yes sir," she replied, feeling comfortable in the submissive that she had fantasized about. He helped her up and guided her to the bed. "Lay down on your stomach," he instructed. As she did, Mark walked over to the nearby dresser, opened the bottom drawer, and removed a bag he had left there earlier. He took out two silk scarves and slowly tied each of her hands to the bedpost. He went back to the bag and found a blindfold, which he put over her eyes. Audrey knew what was coming next and she was now oozing wetness in anticipation. To be continued... Anticipation Ch. 01 She was staring out the small window of the plane, watching the clouds go by beneath the wing and getting lost in them. She had always loved the window seats by the wing so she could watch the flaps move as they took off and landed. Watching all of the mechanisms just fascinated her and that mixed with the swirling fluff of the clouds had her completely zoned out from the world. She was startled as she heard the crackling of the intercom telling her to fasten her seatbelt and remain seated for landing. Butterflies suddenly filled her stomach and a familiar tingling began between her thighs as she realized just how close she was to meeting her Master for the first time in person. She sat there, picturing His face in her mind... His hands moving over her soft skin... His lips... His scent... she squirmed hard in her seat, eyed the bathroom door and suddenly wished they weren't so close to landing. She wanted so badly to go and touch that aching pussy, give herself the relief she craved, but she knew better than that. To touch His pussy now would only make things worse because she knew she couldn't cum without Him. That was His property and came only by His command. She squirmed harder, gaze darting out the window, trying to lose herself in the clouds once more, but they were gone, replaced by the buildings and houses of the city below her. She found herself searching the backyards of the houses, counting how many pools she could see, the sparkling blue of the water matching the intensity of the sky and reflecting in the brightness of her eyes. She had just lost herself in imagining the people who lived in all these houses when they too disappeared... the black asphalt of the runway filled her sight and she became acutely aware of the fact that her ears had not popped yet. She reached down into the back pocket of her jeans, pulled out a pack of her favorite bubblemint gum, and popped a couple pieces into her mouth. She hoped this would help as she did not want to be worried about her ears when she first saw Him. She wanted to be able to hear every whisper... every low groan... every sigh... She looked around the cabin as everyone prepared to leave and wished she could just run in front of them all and be the first one off the plane. She shook her head, told herself to be patient, and watched the Seatbelt light turn off. She stood slowly, stretched her tired muscles, and reached above her to retrieve her carry-on. Patiently, she waited for the passengers in front of her to file out before she made her way to the front of the plane, smiled at the flight attendants, and crossed into the airport. She took a deep breath and steadied her nerves before she continued forward. Walking amongst the other passengers, she scanned the crowd for a sign of Him...nothing. She stood there, looking like a lost child, still searching the crowd for Him when a hand wrapped around her waist from behind. She gasped as she was pulled into His embrace, and moaned softly as He grasped her hair and tilted her neck, kissing the supple skin gently. With one quick movement, He turned her around to face Him and they stared deep into each other's eyes. Her breath caught in her throat as He pressed His lips to hers, claiming her mouth, His tongue pushed between her lips, parting them, tasting her. They groaned as their tongues danced against each other's, His hands exploring her body, touching every inch, neither caring who was watching. Her hands were wrapped tight against the back of His head, fingers curled into His hair, tugging it gently. He pulled His face from hers, and smiled down at her, speaking softly, "How was your flight, love?" She whimpered as she felt Him pull away, but couldn't hide her smile or her excitement as He spoke to her. She pressed her body as close to Him as possible and buried her face in the base of His neck, inhaling Him as she whispered back, "Too long... I'm so glad to finally be in Your arms, Baby." His smile widened and He kissed the top of her head softly, taking her small, slender hand into His, He looked down at her... "Baggage claim, babe?" She smiled up at Him and nodded softly. With His arm wrapped around her shoulder, they walked towards the Baggage Claim, and she couldn't help but notice how the air had cooled the damp spot of her jeans each time she took a step. Nestled softly against Him, completely entranced by His presence, the trek was a complete blur. Nothing and no one else existed. When His hand slid softly down her back and slipped into her hip pocket, it sent a jolt straight between her thighs. She knew she wouldn't have to wait too much longer before she was granted some release, but the wait was killing her. Before she knew it, they were standing in front of the carousel, waiting for her small black suitcase to come into view. Her legs were slightly crossed, the rough denim rubbing against her soaked panties as she tried to focus on finding her bag. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally she saw it coming around the corner and pointed it out to Him. He gave her ass a squeeze, causing her to jump slightly, before moving forward and grabbing hold of her bag. She watched as the muscles in His arm tightened as He picked up the suitcase. It was on the smaller size, but she had packed it as full as possible and knew it was a bit heavy because of this. Eyes fixed on Him for those mere seconds that seemed like hours, she had seized her bottom lip with her teeth and her breath was becoming quicker and shallower. She almost couldn't believe what this Man could do to her without even touching her. She was brought out of her trance as He moved beside her, running the back of His index finger along her cheek softly and whispering against her ear, "Let's go, babe." The soft caress of His touch sending yet another jolt through her body, she slipped her slender hand into His, fingers intertwined. He gave her hand a squeeze before leading her through the airport, and she blinked as the midday sun shone down on them. He paused; smiling down at her He wrapped His arm around her waist again and pulled her body to Him. She breathed in deeply as their bodies melded together, His face hovering over her neck as He inhaled her scent. His tongue slid between His parted lips and gazed against the soft skin, teasing her flesh before grazing His teeth against her, causing a soft moan to escape her lips. He held her there for a moment before taking her hand into His and guiding her to the parking lot. As they reached His car, He popped the trunk and set her suitcase inside, taking her carry-on from her hand and settling it down next to her suitcase. Her eyes never left Him as He closed the trunk and moved to the passenger door, unlocked and opened it for her. She brushed against Him as she slid into the passenger seat, the butterflies returning quickly as she thought about what she had to do next. He closed the door behind her and she reached over to unlock His. He smiled at her as He climbed inside, placed the keys in the ignition... and waited. She took a deep breath before sliding her hands slowly over her tummy. Her fingers played at the waistband of her jeans as she began to unbutton them. She slid the zipper down slowly, feeling His eyes on her, and parted the two sides, revealing her lacy, baby blue boyshorts beneath. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her jeans and her hips rose slightly as she tugged them down over her ass. Her hands caressed her thighs as she slid them down further, finally moving them down over her ankles and setting them onto the floorboard. He grinned wickedly as He watched her. He was so proud of her right now, glad that she remembered what she had to do. His pants became tighter as He took in her beauty. A low groan formed in His throat as He watched the panties slide over her creamy ass and down her thighs. She blushed upon hearing Him, but continued with her task. Slowly, she revealed her mound to Him, shaven bare, save for a small V pointing straight down. His heart raced in His chest as she removed her panties from her ankles. A slight pause, and she held them out to Him. He took them with a smile, held them in His hand and felt her wetness on them. He spoke softly, "I see you've kept that pussy wet for me." She blushed a little, looking down briefly before gazing into His eyes, "Yes, Sir." A soft growl emanated from His throat as He spoke, "That's a good little slut. Now, show Me." Her legs immediately parted at His words and her fingertips danced lightly across her thighs. She brought them up to her glistening lips and parted them for Him. Her legs spread as wide as possible, revealing His property to Him. His gaze was locked on her as He whispered hoarsely, "Mmmm, there's Master's little fuckhole... now slide those fingers inside and get that pussy ready." She moaned as she quickly pushed three fingers into her velvet folds, her walls clamped down tight around them. His hand moved to His lap and lightly moved across His growing hardness, never taking His eyes off of her. Her fingers pumped into her tight little hole, thumb flicking over her clit as she drove herself closer and closer to that edge. Her hips rose to meet her fingers, grinding hard against them, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. "Please Sir," she whispered to Him, her eyes locked to His face. "Please what, slut?" "Please let me cum for You," she begged and pleaded with Him. He growled softly at her and commanded her, "Show Me what a good little slut you are and cum for Me... cum for Me now!" Her thighs clamped shut as her back arched, her fingers squeezed tight in her sex as she started to cum, whispering hoarsely, between staggered breaths, "Thank You, Sir." He looked at her and smiled, speaking softly, "You know what to do..." She nodded and slowly removed her fingers from her wetness. She smiled as she saw them glisten in the sunlight and brought them to her lips, licking over them hungrily, cleaning off every bit of cum from them. The low growl radiated from His throat, "Such a good girl... you know what's next?" She nodded as a smile crept over her lips... ...To Be Continued... Anticipation Ch. 01 I've been glancing at the clock every few minutes since you walked out the door this morning for work. I've been achy and hot and wet since I kissed you at the door and forced myself to let you go to work. I poured my sexual frustration into cleaning the house from top to bottom and making you dinner. Saucy garlic chicken, roasted herbed potatoes and a fresh garden salad with home made dressing. I got berries and made fresh cream for dessert, because I'm looking forward to letting you lick it off me. Just the thought of your mouth on me makes me shiver with anticipation. You'll be home in an hour, and I need a shower first. I strip off my silky robe on my way through the bedroom and stand there looking at all my curves in the mirror. I know that no matter what I see, you love me, my body and my freckles and everything I have, and that only makes me love myself more. I smile and sigh, and turn the shower on as hot as I can stand it, and step inside. The steam and heat feels so good. I start with my hair, washing it and conditioning, and decide to condition it twice, and let the thick cream sit while I shave. As the blade runs across my soft skin, I imagine it is your hands running up and down my legs. My pussy needs some attention and I carefully drag the razor over my tender flesh until it's as smooth as I can get it. It makes me feel so sexy for you and I know you love feeling my bare lips slick with my juices and wet from your tongue. Once done, I make quick work of squirting a generous amount of body wash on a poofy sponge and working up a nice lather. My skin always feels so soft and silky covered in bubbles, and I can't help but run my hands all over my legs and thighs and tummy, working my way to my ample breasts. I cup them in my hands and slide my fingers over the tips of my nipples, already hard in anticipation. I gasp when I tweak them between my fingers, imagining your hands pinching and pulling them. I'm tempted to slide my fingers down to my pussy and play with my clit, but I'd rather you do it for me. I rinse my hair quickly and let the hot water wash away the thick layer of soapy bubbles. I can feel them sliding down my wet skin and I can't stand the torment of my shower any longer. I wrap myself in a towel and wander all drippy into the kitchen to check on dinner. It smells wonderful. I'm debating if I should bother with clothes at all, because I fully intend to fuck you the second you get home. But I decide a little tease would be fun. Besides, I like it when you push me against the wall and tear my clothes off me as we kiss. I decide to make it easier on both of us this time and forego the sexy lingerie. All I'm wearing is a black flirty miniskirt that flairs out when I twirl around, and a soft pink long sleeve cotton blouse with a very deep scoop neck. It has four little buttons at the deepest part of the scoop neck, and I decide to unbutton them all, so that the top half of my breasts are totally exposed, barely covering my nipples. I'm not wearing any underwear or a bra, so you can see everything through the slightly sheer shirt, and the skirt is just long enough to cover if I don't bend over. I towel dried my hair and decided to let it dry on its own. It always gets the best curl that way. My skin is flushed enough and I can feel my lips pulse with blood aching to kiss you again, so I decide I don't need any makeup, and I doubt you'll even notice if I wore any the way I'm dressed. I wander back into the kitchen to set the table, loving the feeling of the warm air on my slit. I can feel myself getting more sensitive down there, and more wet, although that could partially be from the shower. You walk through the door just as I'm bent over taking the chicken out of the oven, and putting the potatoes in, so of course, you get a full view of my bottom and my puffy pussy lips. I hear you groan from behind me, and I smile, as you pull me around and kiss me hard. Just the reaction I was hoping for. I wrap my arms around you and curl one leg around your hip, rubbing my naked flesh against your hips and your cock. "You're wearing too many clothes, baby." I whisper in your mouth between kisses. I pull your shirt off as your hands pull my shirt down and my entire breasts are exposed. The fabric gathered under them actually holds them up for you as you begin to worship them, kissing and licking, nibbling and sucking the turgid points into your mouth. I love the feeling of your teeth scraping against them. One hand is holding my hip and the other is palming my pussy, feeling me get wetter and more slippery for you. I tilt my head back and groan when one finger slides deep inside, and hooks upward. "You're so hot Lea...do you want me to make you cum for me?" You lift your head from my breasts and stare into my passion filled eyes. "Tell me you want me." "Oh...I do. I want you so bad. I want to cum for you. I need to cum." I gasp, rocking my hips on your finger. You slide in another finger, making me moan. The feeling of two thick fingers sliding in and out of my tight pussy feels amazing. My legs are starting to shake, and you only pull me closer to you, holding me up, and reach deeper, rubbing the tips of your fingers against my g-spot. "Fuck...I'm so close!" I keep gasping and moaning, and the sensation only gets stronger the more your fingers move. Just as I am about to explode all over your hand, you slide your fingers away, and step back. "What are you doing?" I demanded, still shaking. My pussy aches and I can feel my entire womb tightening in anticipation of a huge climax. My juices are starting to slide down my inner thighs. Without a word, you drop your pants and, you pull me over to the couch and shove me down, my legs spread wide for you. Before I can say anything more, your fingers are back inside me, moving slowly in and out, and your mouth descends directly to my aching, throbbing clit. The tip of your tongue is stabbing directly on my clit, sliding against the exposed and sensitive nub, and rhythmically sucking it into your mouth every time your fingers slide inside me. "Ooohhhhhh" I can't help but arch my back, pulling your head into me, as the sensations only get stronger. My legs are shaking so badly over your shoulders, and I start to rock my hips. So fucking close. My whole body is shivering and tingling and every swipe of your tongue on the tip of my clit makes me cry out. Instead of letting me cum right away, you slow the motions of your fingers, and run your tongue over the side of my clit, where the inner lips connect to my engorged clit, and lick slightly, up and down, driving me even higher but keeping me on the edge. My body starts to shake even more from the teasing torment. You know damn well it takes me forever to cum when you do that, and I stay on the edge for too fucking long. "Ian...please...I need you. Make me cum. I need you inside me." I cry out, tossing my head. You know just how to make me beg. I don't care. I need to feel you inside me. You just laugh and keep on licking and moving your fingers in and out so slowly. Every time I think I'm going to go over the edge, my body adjusts to the sensation and craves more. It's never quite enough to just tickle my clit like that. "Please...please..." I can't stand it anymore! I grab your head and pull you up my body and kiss you. You pull us both to the floor during the kiss. I can taste my juices on your tongue and I suck your tongue into my mouth just as you slam your thick cock deep inside me. I arch my back and scream as I cum all over your cock, pulsing and squeezing. You feel so fucking good, so hard and full inside me. I'm still spamming uncontrollably on you when you begin to drag your cock in and out of my body, each inward thrust driving my climax higher and higher, feeling your so deep and throbbing and tight inside of me, rubbing against my g spot. I can feel my body start to go stiff as I board and I know this next climax is going to happen before the last one even stops. I can't see anything but black spots, and I can barely breath. My whole body is shaking in a massive fucking orgasm. There is so much blood rushing in my ears I can barely hear your groans and cries, but I can feel you inside me, and I know you're about to burst. I rock my hips up into you as hard as I can, feeling you so deep. Once. Twice. Three times...and I explode again, half sitting up from the force of my back arching into you, splashing my juices all over your balls and my legs, just as you find your release and explode your seed deep inside me, groaning. "Lea!" You cried out above me, gasping, slamming deep inside me over and over. Every time you push yourself inside me, my orgasm keeps going, the muscles tightening and pulling you deeper into me. Eventually, we both stop rocking our hips and just rest, feeling the erratic beating of each other's hearts. I can feel your body over me, but I'm still shaking so bad I can't move. Neither one of us can breathe. My legs fall from around your waist and I lay there feeling you inside me, still pulsing a little around you. "I love you." I whisper, holding your head to my chest, feeling your gasping breathes tickle across my swollen nipples. "I love you so much." You gasp. We can both smell the potatoes burning, but neither of us gives a damn. "So...I take it you liked the miniskirt?" I asked playfully. It's still wrapped around my hips with my shirt scrunched under my breasts. "Hell yes...tomorrow...no shirt ok? Just the skirt." I laughed, feeling you tighten inside me as my body squeezes rhythmically around you. "Baby, make me cum like that again, and I'll wear whatever you want." Anticipation Ch. 02 Anticipation's Fantasy My turn came on the drive home- when, with my head in your lap- you were losing focus and beginning to swerve on the road. We decided you should pull the car over. Waiting until we arrived home was no longer an option. After a few minutes you found us a secluded side road, densely populated with trees. I suddenly realized this was starting to resemble the fantasy I had played out in my head a hundred times before. Outside the car it was even beginning to mist lightly with heavy rain looking promising in the clouds above. The atmosphere was bewitching - with the moon peeking through the heavy clouds slowly floating past - Just as I had envisioned. With the car stopped and the ignition turned off you were free to concentrate solely on the pleasure about to be had. I leaned in close to nibble your ear and whisper to you the wickedly delicious things we were about to do. With one hand stroking your shaft and gently massaging your balls, I used the other to bring your mouth closer to mine. My tongue darted out teasingly to trace along your bottom lip, stopping only once to tell you how much I wanted to suck your dick, then darting out again to trace your top lip. That got you hot and my hand became moist with the pre cum that was again flowing freely from your cock. Impatience began to take you over. I could feel it in the deep kiss that followed after my tongue had its way with your lips. You placed a hand on each side of my head and drew me in for an intensely passionate, tongue mingling kiss. And then, without warning, you broke our kiss and shoved my head down to your glistening rod. I love when you get this way- your need overtaking your thoughts and emotions so that your actions become demanding. (If you knew how wet you make me when you're like this - it feeds the fantasy I'd been having.... And it was this moment that it came to me - I had told you about this fantasy before. I was amazed that you even remembered it, I told you so long ago.) You proceeded to push my head into your lap until my mouth opened and your cock was buried deep to the back of my throat. Looking down at me, you watched in awe as I took every inch of you, again and again. With my lips wrapped tightly around your thickness, my tongue was swirling up and down the length of your cock you began to thrust your hips up, fucking my face. I was in heaven. The leather seat beneath me began to make squishing sounds as I pressed my legs together tightly, not able to stop my squirming. You knew how easily I could come just from sucking your cock. But not yet, you wouldn't let me have a second release until you'd had your way with me. And sensing we were both near our own explosions you placed your hands on my shoulders and made me stop sucking your rod. You brought my head up so that you were now looking into my eyes, curious if I was aware that my fantasy was being played out. I was aware - the smirk on my face made you sure of it. And then, with your pants still unzipped and open, you opened your car door and stepped out. The mist had turned into a constant drizzle now and your suit jacket had tiny little droplets of rain forming on its shoulders. You removed it, shook the rain from it and placed it in the back seat, shut your door and came around to my side. After opening my door you offered me your hand and helped me from the car. Turning to me you took my hand and placed it on your cock. You were proud of that fact that you were rock hard, still. (It fascinates me that you're able stay hard so long.) Wordlessly we moved around to the front of the car and you placed each of my hands on top of the black hood so that I was now bent at the waist, legs spread. Wearing that same smirk from earlier and the knowing look in your eyes I knew exactly what was to come next. As I was leaning over the car I remember thinking how perfectly fitting this evening was to showcase my fantasy. The rain started falling harder and began forming rivers running down my arms and legs. You moved in behind me, ran your warm gentle hands down my arms and kissed the nape of my neck, sending chills down my spine. I felt my dress being lifted up over my behind, baring my ass for your viewing pleasure. Then, with one of those same gentle hands you reached back behind you to gain momentum and proceeded to smack me soundly on the ass. I heard the sound of your hand cracking down on my bare bottom and then I felt the pain. It was exactly how I knew it would be - and the pain was simply exquisite. I felt the moisture building and beginning to pool in my pussy and I begged you to please, spank me again. You just stared at me and the red welt forming on my ass, admiring your handy work. Long moments passed and I could feel your eyes on me taking in every soft curve -making me feel so completely exposed. And then I felt it again, you answered my begging with another swift, harder smack. The juices that were pooling between my thighs began to trickle down my legs, mixing with rivers of falling rain. You continued to spank me a total of eight times more, always the next one harder than the last. My breathing became more ragged and panting each time your hand found its mark and made contact. Someplace far off in the distance I heard a low guttural moaning. Then I realized the sound was emanating from me - caught up in the immense pleasure of my second orgasm, completely lost within myself. You smoothed your hand over the welts as if to apologize for having made them. It was then that I turned my head back to you and smiled, thanking you for acting out this part of my fantasy. Except for the welts, I really think you enjoyed yourself as much as I did, though you'd never admit it. Feeling the stiffness of your cock as you slid it up and down my crack, I'd venture to guess you didn't mind the spanking at all. In fact, I would have said you loved the power you felt from it. That's what I was hoping for. Reaching around in front of me, my hands still planted solidly on the hood of the car, you dipped your fingers inside me to find me wetter than I've ever been. Gathering my juices on your fingers you brought your hand to my mouth, inviting me to taste myself...and, sucking a finger slowly into my mouth, I did. The next finger you took to your own mouth, gazing deeply into my eyes as your tongue licked my juices. Again you dipped your fingers inside me then pulled out just enough to rub my clit with your thumb - teasing me, building again my need to have your cock impaling me. Just as I was starting to thrust my hips onto your hand, needing to have more, you removed your fingers and positioned your cock at my entrance. With one single thrust your cock was finally, deliciously, filling my pussy. You pumped in and out of me slowly at first. Then my need became greater and I began moving my hips back, meeting yours thrust for thrust with a wet smacking noise - both of us now soaked with the rain, and losing ourselves to the need longing to be quenched. When I think I'm close to coming, I let you know so that the last part of my fantasy can be enacted. You pulled your steely rod from my pussy and placed the tip at the opening of my ass. Then you whispered in my ear, telling me in that moment, there was nothing else you wanted more than to give me what I craved most. Then, with deliberate intent, you pushed the head of your cock inside my begging ass. Needing more and wanting to feel that delectable fullness, I moved my hips back so that you were sinking into me, deeper and deeper. You told me how amazingly tight and incredible it felt to have your cock inside my ass. You stayed like that for a moment, allowing us both to adjust to the feeling. The fullness of your cock inside me and the rain beating down on us was almost more than I could take. I pulled away from you, causing your shaft to pull out, letting you know I was ready to have my ass pounded relentlessly. You knew I didn't want to be handled with care this time. Grabbing my shoulders for support you began thrusting your cock into me - hard and deep- with each in and out movement. I could feel the effect it was having on you to have your cock pulsating in and out of my ass. Your body began shaking in pleasure with each inward thrust and your breathing became shallow and rapid as you gripped my shoulders much tighter. Coming close to the edge I began rocking my hips back, forcing you deeper into me. I could feel your balls slapping against my wet pussy with every thrust. You reached around with one hand and started to rub my clit between your fingers. My legs began to shake and my knees felt like rubber. The ass pounding along with the finger fuck was enough to put me over the edge as I cried out in ecstasy, my orgasm taking full control. That was all it took to bring you to your own rapture. With each of the last deep thrusts I could feel your hot jism filling my ass as you grunted with release. Your body slumped against mine with exhaustion - both of us thoroughly satiated, and our bodies drenched with the cleansing rain. Anticipation Ch. 02 He climbed on the bottom of the bed and spread her legs apart. He licked, nibbled, and sucked his way up her inner thighs. His hands reached up and grabbed her ass cheeks. He squeezed them firmly and then began smacking them with his palms. Each spank caused Audrey to twitch and let out a gasping moan. Soon her ass cheeks were a light pink, as she felt him grab her panties and drag them down her legs. "Get on your knees," he told her as he reached back into the bag. After a few seconds of fumbling Audrey could tell by sound that he had found what he was looking for. As her feet were too far from the bottom bedposts to use scarves, he slowly tied two pieces of rope to the bedpost, and then tied each peice around one of her ankles. They were just loose enough that they did not cause any immediate pain, but any significant movement by Audrey had been restricted. Audrey's pussy -- dripping already in anticipation -- was now in clear view for Mark. He crawled up to it, stuck his nose right up against her lips, and sniffed emphatically. "Mmmmmmmm," he moaned as he took in her musky scent. Audrey let out a soft moan herself. She sooned moaned again -- significantly louder this time -- as she felt Mark's middle finger push its way inside her pussy. His index finger soon followed, and Audrey's hips now rocked back and forth, fucking his digits. She let out a frustrated sigh as his fingers slid out of her snatch. They were coated with her juices and Mark gave in to his urge for a taste. Audrey could hear the sound of him sucking his fingers, licking up every drop of her moistness. Mark repeated the finger fucking again, this time removing his fingers and placing them on Audrey's lips. She eagerly sucked on them. Mark went back and again slid his fingers inside Audrey. Instead of sliding them quickly, he instead just slowly explored her insides. Audrey had tried to rock her hips again to increase the speed, but a slap across her ass cheek from Mark's other hand made it clear that she was not to do this. Mark removed his fingers, coated again with her wetness. He took his moist index finger and ran it along her ass crack, running it in a small circle around her anus, pushing her crack open ever so slightly in the process. Audrey gasped in anticipation and then let out a loud groan as his finger started to penetrate her asshole. Slowly but confidently he slid the finger inside her all the way to the knuckle, and held it there briefly as he felt her asshole contract around it. He slowly slid the finger in and out of her tight ass several times, before removing it and leaning over to quickly flick his tongue over her anus. Her legs started to quiver as he now took his middle finger, still coated in her juices, and slid it inside her rectal opening. This time when his finger had fully penetrated her, he began to slowly curl it up inside her, leading to loud gasps and moans. Soon the finger was replaced by his tongue, which first circled slowly around her anus and then penetrated inside her asshole as far as it would go, flicking rapidly back and forth once inside. "Ohhhh yessss," Audrey cried out. "Do you like this, slut?" Mark asked after he was finished tonguing her ass. "Oh god yes, play with my asshole," Audrey replied. Smack! Mark's hand slapped hard across Audrey's ass. "I don't think I heard correctly," he growled. "PLEASE play with my asshole, SIR!" Audrey exclaimed. "Much better," Mark said as he reached back into the bag. Audrey heard a snapping sound and then soon felt an oily substance dribbling down her ass crack. Mark spread the lube along her crack and inside her asshole. To test it out, he slid a finger back inside her asshole. Whereas before her asshole had only slowly and reluctantly taken his finger, he now found that digital penetration of her asshole was rather effortless. He closed the bottle of lubrication and reached back to grab his next item. When Audrey felt a bunch of spherical objects sliding along her ass crack, she knew what was next and let out another soft moan. One by one she felt the anal beads penetrating her. The smallest one went in effortlessly, but she gradually felt each successive one, with the last ball stretching her asshole to a point she had never previously experienced. As each ball was removed, Audrey's body convulsed slightly at the feeling of being stretched followed by the contraction as she expelled each bead. "Do you want me to fuck your ass?" Mark cooed. "Ohhh gooddddd, yessss. Fuuuuccckkkk yessssss, please fuck my ass sir!" Audrey screamed. "You want to feel a cock sliding inside that tight hole, you filthy whore?" "Yes, yes, yesssssss!!" They had agreed about this before. Mark could use a small dildo or vibrator inside her ass, but not his cock. As much as Audrey wanted to explore her anal fantasies, she was not sure she could take the full width of Mark's cock inside her tight ass. It's true that she had at times fantasized about that very act while looking at photos of his cock that he had sent her, but they had agreed on this limit for their first encounter. Mark reached into his bag one final time and Audrey's leg twinged in excitement when she heard a buzzing sound. Mark put the tip of the vibrator on her asshole and just delicately slid it around her opening without penetrating her. "Fuck my ass, please sir!" Audrey begged. Finally, Mark gave in. He first turned off the vibrations, and then slowly slid the small dick inside her. The rhythmic fucking led Audrey to moan even louder. "Please master, put it in my pussy, rub it on my clitty. I need to cum soooo baaadddddd," Audrey exclaimed. Instead, Mark simply left the vibrator fully inserted inside her asshole. Audrey whimpered as the penetration stopped. He turned the vibrations on to a high setting. Audrey gasped at the new sensation. "So you want your pussy played with, do you?" Mark asked as he brought the tip of his finger to her clit and grazed it ever so slightly. "Oh god yes, more please, rub my clitty baby," Audrey begged again. Instead Mark stood up and walked to the front of the bed. He untied the scarf that constrained Audrey's right hand. "Rub your clit for me bitch," he instructed her. It took Audrey no time to obey this command that she had been longing for. Mark spent a few seconds watching her furiously rub her snatch before climbing onto the bed. He took hold of his cock, rubbed it a few times to return it to a fully erect state, and then he started to rub the head against her pussy right above where she was fingering her clit. "Yessss, fuuucccckkkk me baby fuccckkk my pussy!!" Audrey screamed. "Fuck my .... my pussy .... I need .... inside me ....," Audrey was now babbling in between loud screams of pleasure. Mark grabbed her hips as his thrusts were now slamming deep inside Audrey's tight and throbbing pussy. He could sense that she had already begun her ascent to orgasm and that it would not be much longer now. With each push inside her he felt his balls slap against her hand, which was still rubbing her enlarged clitoris with full speed. They were both screaming and grunting now as Mark's dick continued to pound Audrey's needy pussy. Some words were uttered as well, but both were so delerious with pleasure that little of what was said made any sense. By now the ropes around Audrey's ankles had tightened to the point where they were somewhat painfully digging into her each time she involuntarily convulsed, but the pain paradoxically added to the pleasure she felt. The intense fucking lasted for several minutes before Audrey felt her pussy start to spasm. Her screams became even louder and she managed to blurt out, "I'm cummmmmmmmmiiiiinnnnnnngggg" as a clear liquid started to squirt from her pussy. Mark instinctively pulled out as this happened, letting her juices shoot all of his stomach and cock. As soon as the torrent of girl cum stopped flowing, he slid his cock back inside her. Grabbing her hips, he started thrusting again with all of his might, Audrey's hips pushing back against him as they reestablished the rhythm they had from seconds ago. "I'm gonna cum too," Mark shouted. "Yes baby, cummmm inside meeeee!" Audrey begged. After just a few more thrusts, Mark felt his milky white semen start to shoot in jets inside Audrey's pussy. They screamed together as Audrey felt herself cresting to a second orgasm. Thirty seconds later, Audrey collapsed onto the bed, and Mark did the same. He managed to work up enough energy to untie the three remaining bonds that had tied Audrey to the bed. He turned her over so that she was lying on her back, and he lifted a sheet over her. Then he crawled under the sheet beside her and ran his hand briefly across her forehead, pushing her hair off to the side. Her eyes flickered openly briefly and she made a quick smile. He wrapped his arm around her and both passed out, feeling completely at peace. Anticipation Ch. 02 He reached down, grasping the lever beside His seat, and lowered the back of the seat slightly, smiling at her. She adjusted in her seat, feeling the rough fabric rub across her bottom as she nervously began to arch her body closer to His. He smiled warmly at her and she couldn't help but smile back, His mere presence intoxicating her. She glanced up at His face once more before lowering her eyes to His lap. Her slender fingers grazed softly over the denim of His jeans as her breathing staggered. His smile transformed into something more serious, concentrating hard on her every movement. His breathing seemed to match hers as He watched her small hands moving against Him. As her fingers fumbled a bit with the button of His pants, He arched up a bit to try and help her out. She bit her lip as she undid it and slowly drug His zipper down. Butterflies formed in her stomach as she saw the blue from His boxers coming into view. She looked up at Him with a shy smile as her hands moved to His hips. He smiled back at her and lifted His hips, allowing her to pull His jeans down to His knees. She stared at the bulge in His boxers and her breath caught in her throat. He noticed her frozen there, and reached down, placing His index finger beneath her chin, He lifted her face to look into her eyes. He gave her that knowing smile, placed His other hand behind her head, and brought it up to Him, kissing her gingerly on the lips. She moaned quietly as His soft lips brushed against hers and she heard His hushed voice, "I love you, Sara." Before she could answer Him, He pushed her face down into His lap, muffling her voice against the cotton. She whined against Him and He let up just enough pressure for her to raise her head slightly. Her fingers quickly moved to part the fabric and she licked her lips as His cock came into view. She thought about how long she'd wanted to touch and taste Him and squirmed as the moisture began pooling between her thighs. He watched as she stared at His manhood and grinned when she started slightly as He made his cock jump a bit. She traced His length with the tips of her fingers, memorizing every vein, every bump and ridge, taking a picture with her mind. Slowly, her tongue slipped between her lips and grazed across the head. She smiled to herself as she heard the low groaning emanating from His throat and took His swollen head between her supple lips. Her tongue danced across His flesh as she slowly inched her way down, savoring every bit of His cock. She paused to breathe as she felt the head touch the back of her throat and groaned loudly around His cock when He pushed her head down, forcing Himself completely inside her. She whimpered softly as He held her there, and moaned as He spoke to her. "You're such a good girl, taking that cock for Master. My good little cocksucker. Just look at those beautiful lips wrapped around that shaft where they belong." She squirmed and moaned around Him, sending vibrations through Him and causing Him to groan loudly. Finally, He let up on her head and allowed her to remove Him from her throat. Her tongue was gliding over Him still, as she caught her breath. She inched Him back down, touching Him to the back of her throat before pulling back a few inches, building up a slow rhythm. He wrapped His fingers into her soft brown hair as He watched her bob up and down on His cock. She could taste the precum on her tongue as she devoured Him. She had always enjoyed sucking cock, but never had she felt so compelled to continue. The fire between her legs grew evermore as she sucked Him, wanting and needing His cum. To feel the salty cream sliding down her throat was the best reward she could think of... well... besides feeling Him deep inside her, taking her as His. Her thoughts wandered constantly, switching between concentrating on her task at hand, to Him taking her in every which way possible. He groaned loudly and pulled her hair tight. She whimpered at the pain and tried to hold His cock in her mouth as His hand tugged her away from it. She licked at His cock as much as possible before He pulled her completely away, tucking his cock into His boxers. She looked at Him confused until He pointed out the window. An SUV had pulled up right next to them in the parking lot and two ladies were about to exit the vehicle. She whined and nodded in understanding. He looked at the clock and spoke softly to her. "It's ok, My pet, you will get your chance. We need to be leaving anyway or this will turn into one expensive blowjob." She looked confused for a second before remembering the hourly rates for parking at the airport. She sighed softly as He kissed her lips and pulled His jeans back up. She began to pull hers up as well when He stopped her. "You won't be putting those back on," He commanded. Her face scrunched slightly as she looked at Him. "Hand them to Me." She nodded, a soft "Yes, Sir" uttered from her lips as she reached down and grabbed the jeans, handing them to Him. "Everything. I want your socks and shoes as well." Her look of puzzlement increased as she handed Him the rest of her clothing. "You did bring what I asked, didn't you?" "Yes, Sir, I brought them. They are in my backpack." "Good girl, I'll be right back." And with that, He popped the trunk, opened His door and walked to the back of the car. He reached inside and picked up her backpack, unzipping the main compartment. A quick search and He found what He was looking for. He pulled them out and set them aside before tucking her clothes inside. He zipped the backpack up and placed it back into the trunk. Next, He opened a small bag He'd placed in the trunk before coming to get her, withdrew its contents and placed it back into the trunk. He gathered up the items and shut the trunk before walking back and sitting in His seat again. She had turned in her seat to try and see what He was up to, but could only make out the slightest bit of Him in the space between the back of the car and the trunk. Finally, she gave up and watched through the rearview mirror as He came around the side of the car, holding something black in His hands. She watched as He sat back into His seat and looked at Him quizzically. "Sir?" He smiled at her and unfolded His surprise. A flowing, knee-length, black skirt. Her eyes lit up as she looked it over. Her hands instinctively reached out to touch it, and she couldn't help but 'ooo and ahh' as she felt the soft material between her fingers. "I hope you like it, Sara." "Oh, Master, I love it! Now I understand why You wanted me to bring those heels." He nodded as He placed the skirt in her hands, holding the strappy black heels in His lap. Immediately, she pulled the skirt up over her thighs and then turned her backside slightly towards Him. He understood and reached for the zipper, zipping her up. His hands caressed her bare bottom underneath before He handed her the heels. These were her favorite heels, and she loved the way they made her legs look so shapely and long, despite her 5'3" frame. She took the shoes from Him and slipped her feet inside, then smiled at Him as she buckled them. "I'll have to get a good look at you later, right now we have a long drive ahead of us." She beamed brightly as the fabric moved so silkily over her thighs. "Yes, Master." He backed out of the parking space and drove down the levels to the exit. After paying at the gate, they left the airport and began the 2 hour drive to His town. He looked down at her as He drove, then tapped her thigh. "Let Me see," He commanded. She immediately pulled her legs up to the seat and spread her thighs, raising the skirt up and revealing her wetness to Him. "Good girl. Now, play with that pussy. Anytime I look over, I want to be able to see you making it happy for Me." "Yes Sir." The words had no sooner left her lips than her fingers were dancing across her clit. She kept looking from His face to His lap, and noticed He had never buttoned His jeans, only pulled them up. She moaned as she slipped one finger inside, her thumb rubbing against her clit in small circles. He glanced over and smiled before returning His attention to the road. She felt so naughty, but so good at the same time. Knowing that if a truck or vehicle higher up than they were, were to pass by, they'd be able to see her playing with herself, and would probably think her a slut. But she didn't care. She was a slut, at least, she was His slut, and that was all that mattered to her. She let another finger slip inside and began to slowly fuck herself, her head falling back against the seat as she closed her eyes in pleasure. She was brought back into focus as He grabbed her hand and brought it to her mouth. She opened her eyes and hungrily lapped at her fingers, cleaning them completely, looking at Him from the corner of her eye. He had a smile on His face as He glanced back and forth from her to the road. Finally, He let go of her hand and she knew to continue. Her hand slid down her body until she once again found her clit and began pinching it lightly, groaning and arching in the seat. "Cum." No sooner had the words left His lips had she begun to tremble and shake, coating her fingers. As she sat there, quaking in the post-orgasmic bliss, He took her hand and brought it to His own mouth this time. He tasted her sweet cum all over her fingers, and moaned softly against them. "God, you taste so good." She moaned at His words as she scooted over in her seat, as close to His as possible. He released her hand and laid His own into His lap, taking His cock out. "Get down there and please that cock." She happily complied, leaning over as much as possible while keeping her seatbelt on, she eagerly licked at the head of His cock. She sucked Him between her lips and slowly let her mouth glide up and down on His shaft. He moaned and petted her hair as He tried to concentrate on the drive. This went on the entire car ride. Bouts of her playing with herself and cumming at His command, and sucking His cock until He couldn't take it anymore and made her stop. Sometimes He would talk to her as she played, making it where she couldn't concentrate enough to cum. Asking her questions and requiring coherent answers, having her talk about various topics, all while her fingers were buried inside herself. When she thought she was going to explode, they pulled into a parking lot and they looked around. They were at a restaurant. He turned the car off and unbuckled his seatbelt. "We're here." She looked around. "We're here already? It doesn't seem like it's been that long." "Well, that's because I know how to keep you sufficiently distracted," He grinned as He spoke. She nodded in agreement. "That You do, Sir, that You do." ...To Be Continued... Anticipation Ch. 02 You're at work again, and I just finished another chapter of our novel. The first steamy sex scene between our two main characters got me all hot and squirmy for you, and I can't stop thinking about getting my hands on your body and kissing and caressing every inch of your skin, especially your cock. I lick my lips in anticipation of feeling you in my mouth and the tangy taste of your cum on my tongue. I leave the chapter on the computer screen and tape a note to it. I know you will see it when you come home. "I'm all wet thinking of you. Strip and join me in the shower, lover." I've been naked all day. I never bothered to get dressed from this mornings romp in the sheets. It's too hot for clothes anyway, but I still turn the shower on as hot as I can stand it, because anything cooler than the hot flush of my skin will kill my revved up libido. The hot spray drips down my front and teases my already hard nipples until I groan and start pinching them myself, imagining your hands. I can feel the blood gather inside them as they pucker under the tips of my fingers. I move one hand down my ribcage and to my hip, massaging the tight muscles, and running my hand up the inside of my thigh, pretending its your hand teasing me. My fingers trail over my swollen pussy lips down my slit, lightly tickling the inner lips until my middle finger is coated in my silky juices. I have to turn my back towards the spray of the hot water so it doesn't wash away my natural wetness. My overly sensitive back gets the full effect of the cascading water, making me gasp and arch my back in pure pleasure. Any tickling sensations on my back and butt send sparks through my whole body and makes my pussy spasm. I can't stand the teasing anymore and move my wandering finger to my swollen clit. At this point I have been aroused for hours writing, so I know it won't take much to send me over the edge. I move my finger in a slow circle, all around my clit and narrow in on the protruding tip of the most sensitive and exposed nerve on my entire body. "Ooohhh," I throw my head back and moan, my eyes closed, as my finger finds just the right spot. I work my finger up and down over the nub, rocking my hips as the sensations build in the center of my body. The pleasure center of my brain is entirely focused one what I'm doing between my legs, making my whole body tremble just a little. My finger is moving faster and a little harder as the wave builds to quick peak, my hips rocking, the shower water totally forgotten. Each time my hips rock forward, exposing my clit more, I cry out in breathy little moans I can't seem to control. Hearing my own sounds of pleasure just makes it that much more intense. My legs are shaking so badly from the attention to my clit I have to move closer to the back wall of the shower and lean my head forward on it, and hold myself up and I furiously move my finger over and over my throbbing clit. My fingers are covered in my own juices and makes my finger slip over my clit in such a way that I can't put enough pressure on it, driving me to an even higher state of arousal. My legs are trembling so bad I slide down to the bottom of the tub, because I know I can't support my own weight anymore. The hot water is lukewarm now, but I'm beyond caring as my finger finds the spot on the side of my clit that drives me wild. "Oh fuck!" I moan, planting my feet on the bottom of the tub and arching my hips up, imagining your mouth there. "Ian!" My head is thrown back, my hips rocking up and back down in time with my finger, my body lost in the gasping shudders of an intense orgasm. I have to slow my finger down as I cum for you, because my clit is so sensitive, pulsing with blood and sensations. When I come back down to earth and manage to open my eyes, I find myself laying on the bottom of the tub, with one leg thrown over the side, and the other up against the wall, spread as wide as I can get myself. I sigh contentedly, and close my eyes again, and drift off, with my hand still soaked in my cum, resting over my pussy. That's how you find me, when you come home, laying on the bottom of the tub in a post climax mini coma, my fingers still on my pussy, legs spread wide, just for you. I only open my eyes when I hear you pull back the shower curtain and groan. "Did you make yourself cum, darling?" You smile knowingly, naked like I asked. "Yep!" I said, smiling contently, looking up at your already hardening cock proudly above me. "The water ran cold though." I said, purred. "I guess you'll have to carry me to the bed." I'm tempted to start rubbing my clit again, and let you watch me cum for you, but I want my mouth on your cock NOW, and I tell you so. You waste no time picking me up and carrying me to bed and depositing me on one side of it. Very quickly you arrange the pillows so that you can partially sit up and watch me pleasure you. Just as you get settled, I crawl over one of your spread legs and settle myself down on my stomach between your thighs. Your cock is laying proudly up against your belly and I take the opportunity to slowly lick from your balls all the way up to the tip, so that the underside of your cock is all wet from my tongue. I love hearing you gasp in pleasure, and repeat the process, dragging my tongue back down, holding your thighs open with my hands. Over and over, I work my tongue up and down, tracing the throbbing veins as I feel your hot cock fill with even more blood. I love the feel of how soft your skin is, but how hard you can be at the same time. I move my right hand to circle your cock and hold it a little away from your body, so that I can tease just the tip. I slowly work my mouth over just the swollen mushroomed tip and lick off the little pearl of pre-cum gathered there. I have to use my elbows to hold your legs down when you try to rock your hips and groan. I hum in pleasure, and smile up at you. "Lay still, baby, and let me take you to the stars." "Oh...Lea, yes!" The intensity in your eyes as you stare down at my mouth so close to your cock nearly makes me cum myself. I love how you watch me. I love knowing that I can give you such pleasure. Filled with a sense of power and love, I intend to make you beg me to ride you. I want you to cum so hard you scream and roar for me, and beg for more. I want to make you lose control and then fuck me again and again. I gather saliva on my tongue and pull the tip of you into my mouth, letting you feel the hot liquid slide down your entire length. Very slowly I start rubbing my hand up and down, my fingers in a tight ring, forcing your cock to slide slowly through the small circle my tiny fingers make, until my fingers meet my mouth and move back up. At the same time, my tongue is running circles around just the thick head, tickling over your hole, licking up the steady stream of pre-cum. My other hand is busy trying to hold your hips down. Next time I will have to use the silk ties, but I don't intend to stop now. I can hear your shuddering gasps coming quicker and I can feel you start to pulse hard around my fingers. I quickly remove my mouth from the tip and slide my hand up to the base of your cock and squeeze gently, to keep you from coming too soon. When I look up your head is thrown back and your clenching the sheets so tight your knuckles are white. You know better than to hold my head down on you. "Lea...fuck...why did you stop?" You groaned, glancing down at me. "I don't want you to cum until I tell you to, Ian." I said firmly. "Do you understand?" I squeezed gently. "Yes." You gasped, nodding. I smiled and returned to what I was doing, sliding my hot tongue down your length to the tip. I quickly pulled the tip into my mouth and held the suction until I felt your back arch and you cry my name. Slowly I released the pressure, but still held you in my mouth. When you settled down onto the mattress again, I did it again, sucking hard on just your tip, still holding you at the base to keep you from exploding. "Lea! Lea! Leah!" You call my name every time I hold the suction and swirl my tongue to gather pre-cum. I can feel you trembling and shaking, arching your back. "Not until I tell you to cum lover. You will wait." I said, licking my lips. Over and over again I tease just your tip, sucking and holding, releasing, sucking and releasing, until your shuddering and rocking, and tossing your head, begging me to let you cum. I'm watching to see your eyes roll back in your head. Ah...just what I wanted. I slowly counted to ten, sucking and releasing each time, making you hiss and moan for me, over and over, clawing at the sheets until I hear a long ripping sound. "Now! Cum for me now!" I release the tight ring of my fingers and slide as much of your length as I can into my mouth and suck the cum right out of you as you scream and buck your hips, splashing and spurting inside my mouth in violent bursts, over and over again. I work my throat and mouth around your length to swallow as much as I can and purr in pure pleasure at your shudders. I slowly release your softening cock, sliding it out of my mouth, knowing that its too sensitive to play with after you climax that hard for me. You lay there limp as a rag doll, dragging precious air into your lungs. I crawl up your body and kiss you hard, spilling just a little bit of your own cum into your mouth. I suck your tongue into my mouth and then release it, and kiss you softly and gently. "Welcome home, sweetheart." I whispered. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" You asked, gasping. I just giggled. "Now you know what its like for me when you tease me and make me wait to cum for you." "When I can move again, woman, I'm going to tease you until I make you pass out from the pleasure." You growled, kissing me hard and pulling my head down to your chest. "I look forward to that, my love." I smiled, feeling my juices against your hip, my legs on either side of one of yours. "Oh, so do I, Lea...so do I." Anticipation Ch. 03 I woke up aching and hot, my body already craving another release. My wrists and ankles were in restraint cuffs strapped to our four poster bed. I was totally nude above the cool sheets, my wrists above my head, my legs spread wide, with two pillows arching my hips upward. I was on full display for your hungry eyes, sparkling with desire at the foot of the bed. "Good Morning, Kitten." You smiled with a seductive grin. "Morning baby." I arched my back and tried to stretch, making that sound you love so much. I couldn't really move more than an inch or two, because the straps preventing me from wiggling. "Just what do you have planned?" I purred, staring down my exposed body to my lover. "Payback." You didn't say anything more, and I groaned with anticipation. I could feel my pussy start to pulse and you hadn't done anything but speak. Your voice just does that to me. You walked to the side of the bed and sat down beside me, a soft cloth in his hand. "Close your eyes darling." You said softly. My eyes closed, I felt you gently kiss my eyelids and brush my curly hair from my face. My breath hitched slightly when you kissed my mouth softly, teasing my lower lip with your teeth. As we kissed, you placed the silky black material over my eyes, and tied it gently but firmly at the back of my head. " I want to be able to see you." I said softly. "I promise you will enjoy this. I want you to concentrate on just feeling the way I touch you and the pleasure I give you." You whispered softly, kissing the shell of my ear. "Thinking of nothing but my touch on your soft skin. Don't speak." "Mmmm," I sighed and settled down into the pillows. I knew I was going to really enjoy this, and so were you. I felt you move from my side and go toward the end of the bed again. Very gently, you took my right foot in your hands and began to caress each of my toes, and then began to slowly massage both the top and bottom of my foot, teasing the muscles until they loosened and I groaned. I could feel the slick massage oil slide over my skin and begin to soften the bottom of my foot. Even though it tickled slightly, the pressure on the pad and heel of my foot felt so good. You moved up to my ankle, and the top of my foot, gently rubbing, feeling the tiny bones of my ankles. The heat of your hands moved to begin caressing the tight muscles of my calves, kneading and massaging the oil into the tissue until it began to relax. The scent of vanilla almond wafted up my body and I breathed it in deep as your hands began to work over my knee, under, over and the sides, massaging in circles. The back of my knee tickled and I couldn't help but giggle a little bit. If I hadn't been so tied down, I would have wiggled away, but I couldn't. You had to move to sit between my spread legs to reach my thigh as your hands began to slowly caress my leg higher. You teased your fingers up the inside of my thigh for a second, and trailed them back down to my knee before you moved to massage the larger muscles of my outer thigh. Feeling your hands and fingers rub the muscles deeply, kneading the tightness away felt wonderful and I sighed. There were no words needed between us, just feeling. I could hear your slow even breathing as you worked your fingers into my thigh, but I was more concentrated on the feel of the energy flowing out of your hands, creating a slight tickling and electric sensation. I could literally feel your love for me pouring out of your hands into my body, teasing my muscles and nerves, arousing me even more than I already was. I moaned when your fingertips brushed the crease between my hip bone and my fleshy mound. I was fully exposed to you, and I knew you could see my most intimate parts getting wet for you. I knew you could smell my personal scent, even over the scent of the vanilla almond, because I could too. You slid one finger down the crease of my inner thigh, making my breath hitch in my throat. Slowly you teased us both, running your finger up and down, until I moaned and tried to arch my hips to get you to move your finger over to wear I wanted it most. You chuckled and moved your hand down to my knee, all the way down to my calf and over my ankle again, finally reaching my big toe. I groaned in frustration. I could hear you rubbing more oil on your hands before you began the delicious sensations on my other foot and ankle, slowly working over my soft skin, massaging your way back up my other leg, just as slowly as the first leg. I didn't want you to move so slowly, but I am normally a pretty patient person. I really had no idea how you could stand it, because you are totally opposite me in that way. You don't like to wait for anything, so usually you give in to this sort of thing before I do. Still, you didn't rush or hurry, even though I knew you wanted to. We both groaned when you reached my inner thigh again and I arched my hips up off the pillow as far as I could, about two inches. I could feel myself dripping down my ass to the pillow as you caressed that inner crease of my leg again, teasing up and down, tickling and tormenting. Instead of doing what I though you would do, what I wanted so badly for you to do, you moved up in between my spread legs, until I could feel you hover over my body, your arms on either side of my shoulders. Very gently, you kissed me and settled yourself over my exposed body, until I could feel the tickling sensation of your chest hairs brushing against my hardened nipples. I groaned into your mouth when I felt your thick length rub against the flesh of my mound and lower belly. You were already hard for me, and feeling your cock that close to where I wanted it most made me arch into you as we kissed. You sucked on my tongue for a second, and released my mouth, moving to my jaw and neck, kissing and nibbling gently as you began to rub yourself against my pussy, getting us both wet. I wanted so badly to be able to put my arms around you and pull you deep inside me, but I couldn't move. In frustration, I tried to grind myself even harder against you, rocking my hips back and forth. I felt you harden more, and groan before you pulled yourself off my hips and down lower, so that you could lick and bite my nipples without my constant hip movement to hurry things along and tease us both. With your lips and tongue you teased my nipples as you massaged the flesh of my breasts in your hands, making me moan and roll my hips as best as I could under you. Gently you nipped the tip of one nipple, making me hiss in pure pleasure. You did it again to the other, then licked away the erotic sting of it. Over and over you kneaded the tender skin, and suckled and bit my swollen nipples until I cried out under you, the pulsing ache of my clit only getting stronger as the pulling sensation of your mouth teased the nerves of my tender nipples, traveled down my smooth tummy, and settled on the cluster of nerves inside me, making my blood boil and my hips rock. "Please, baby..."I arched my back, trying to entice you to hurry up. "Shh..." You whispered. "Just feel me love you." You went back to feasting on my nipples, circling your tongue, pulling my breast deep into your mouth as you sucked hard, making me whimper softly and groan. Your hot mouth on me only made my clit harder, more swollen. I could feel myself dripping heavily and my entire womb ached in arousal. I knew that if you touched me directly, I would explode almost instantly, which is exactly what I needed, wanted, you to do. I couldn't keep the little sounds from escaping my throat as the pleasure intensified. With one hand you began toying with a nipple that wasn't in your mouth, pulling and rolling it between your fingers, pinching in rhythm with your nipping teeth on my other breast. I cried out suddenly, when you sucked one nipple hard into your mouth and held the suction, my nipple trapped between your teeth, your tongue flicking and stabbing quickly. My entire pussy pulsed and clenched tight. I was so close to an orgasm of massive proportions and you hadn't even touched me down there. Fuck. It felt so good. You did the same to my other breast, making me cry out and moan again. I wanted so badly to wrap my legs around you, to hold your head to my breast, to rake my fingers down your back, and I was trapped under you, unable to move more than an inch or so. Not being able to move only intensified all the sensations. Every pull of your mouth, and twist of your fingers on my nipples sent an arch of electric pleasure to my clit, making it throb and clench and pulse. Each spasm taking me higher and higher, until I couldn't catch my breath and little sharp cries escaped my mouth. I tossed my head back and forth, gasping...so close. "Fuck me...please baby! I need you. I need you." I cried, trying so desperately to arch my hips into you. "Now...oh please now!" "What do you need, Kitten? Tell me what you want." You said, continuing to pull on my tender nipples with your fingers. "I need your cock in me. NOW!" I demanded, arching up under you more. You let go of my nipples, and put your hands on my hip bones, pushing my body back down onto the pillows. "Not yet, darling. I want you to cum on my mouth first. I want to taste you explode on my tongue." You whispered, kissing your way down my taunt and smooth belly. Your tongue in my navel nearly made me come, and I screamed in frustration and desire. "Shh..." You chuckled, nuzzling your nose into my navel, then kissed each of my hip bones as you rubbed your hands down my inner thighs, and slowly kissed the soft flesh of my mound, teasing me even more. I arched my hips as much as I could and groaned as you softly kissed the outer lips of my pussy, licking and nipping a little with your teeth, all the time avoiding my clit and warm slit. I was starting to come down a little from all the sensations you created on my breasts and nipples. I groaned in frustration, and gasped when you kissed the spot directly above my hot aching clit. I was dripping for you already, and feeling your warm breath only made me wetter for you. Without warning, I felt the flat of your tongue lick from the bottom, all the way up, gathering my juices. I groaned and gasped at the sensation of your hot tongue on my tender flesh. I was so aroused, I cried out when you finally reached my clit and began flicking it back and forth on the tip of your tongue. It wouldn't take long to make me cum for you at this rate. I lost myself in the sensations and the pulling and circling on my clit, making me whimper and moan continuously. Each time I thought I was going to hit the peak, my body just went higher, craving even more. Not being able to move only enhanced the pleasure and sensations, because I couldn't wiggle away if the intensity got too much. I had to ride the pleasure, no matter how sharp and intense it was. I was so distracted from the wonderful feeling of your mouth sucking on my clit, I barely noticed you slipped a finger inside me until you found my g-spot and started rubbing it. I shouted and bucked my hips, gasping for breath at the intense pleasure. I tossed my head back and forth, wiggling as much as I could. It felt so good. Your tongue never let up, circling my engorged clit and sucking it rhythmically until all the sensations gathered at once, deep inside me. I moaned deep and long, my legs shaking, and you knew I was close. You sucked my clit into your mouth hard, holding the suction as your fingers pressed and massaged my g-spot faster and faster. It was exactly what I needed. I exploded my juices all over your hand and mouth as I screamed your name in a full body shaking orgasm. I moaned and arched and squirmed, but you never let up, your tongue riding me through the most explosive orgasm of my life. My body shivered through the aftershocks and smaller orgasms, making me gasp and moan, until eventually your fingers and tongue stopped moving and you let me come down from the stars. I was still limp from pleasure, when you moved yourself above me, removed the blindfold and slipped your thick and incredibly hard cock inside me, an inch at a time. The pressure of your cock sliding inside and stretching my still very sensitive pussy walls only made me continue to gasp and spasm, this time around your cock. I stared up at you and watched your pleasure across your face as you moved faster inside me, feeling me tighten around you. I moaned each time you slid fully inside, and you only moved faster, and harder, this time taking us both to the stars. I was at your mercy, unable to arch my hips into you, and you took full advantage, and pounded yourself into me faster and harder, until we were both groaning and moaning in pleasure, the sounds of my juices and our bodies sliding together only enhancing the sensations. I could feel my body start to shiver again and tingle in anticipation of another climax. I could tell this one was going to be even more intense than the last. "I'm close again baby...come with me this time." I whispered, and moaned as you slid deep inside me again. I could feel the heavy bulb of your tip sliding in and hitting my cervix at each push inside, and because I was already so aroused, it felt wonderful. "Come for me, Tiger. I need to feel you explode inside me." I said, arching my hips as much as I could, wiggling my hips. You groaned and began pumping into me even faster, grunting and groaning. I could feel your hard cock pulse inside me and I knew you were so close. "Come on baby...come for me." I cried out, feeling myself tightening and the storm gathering again. I was right on the edge, the pleasure almost pain, but I didn't care. "Harder!" I cried out, tossing my head back, pulling at all my restraints, trying to get you deeper inside me. You slammed into me as hard as you could, and howled your pleasure with me as I felt you pulse deep inside me, spilling your seed, sending me over the edge again. You kept slamming yourself inside me, groaning each time you spurted more of your release into my tight and hot well. My body was shaking and pulsing, hot and shivering in aftershocks of endless pleasure. I was completely boneless beneath you, and I couldn't even open my eyes. I felt you resting comfortably on my swollen breasts and hardened nipples, and enjoyed the pressure of your body on top of me. "That was wonderful Kitten. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." You said softly, kissing me gently. "Of course I did." I said, smiling contentedly, still unable to open my eyes. "I like your idea of payback." I giggled. The giggling made us both moan from more aftershocks of pleasure. "Me too, darling. Me too." You said softly, carefully pulling out of me, making us both moan. You moved to unbind my hands and ankles from the bed, but left the Velcro straps on me. I finally was able to move, and I rolled off the pillows, ignoring the gigantic wet spot and pulled you back into the bed. We fell asleep with you spooned against my backside, one hand over my breasts, and the other cupping my mound. We slept away the rest of the day, snuggled close. I love our weekends together. Anticipation Ch. 2 My lover had brought me to the mountains for a little playtime. His wife was away visiting whoever it was she went and visited with. He had free time, so he thought he'd get away. I didn't mind. I love to travel. Unfortunately, as soon as we settled into the mountains, he got a call and had work to do. Left on my own again. I looked out my window and saw the hot tub. It was such a strange sight. All that white snow piled around that round wooden spa, steam rising. Kevin, my lover's driver, was lounging in the steaming water. I looked back over my shoulder. My lover was still behind closed doors. Well, if I couldn't have one, I could have the other. A few minutes later, I was walking across the path, my booted feet crunching in the hard packed snow. Kevin was leaning his arms around the edge of the tub, his head back. When he heard me, he looked up. Clutching my fur coat around me, I smiled. "Mind if I join you, Kevin? It looks so nice and warm." Kevin looked up at the second story window, looking I think for my lover and his boss. He looked at me again. "No... sure. If you want to." I smiled. I slowly stepped up on the step, leaving my boots in the snow. Watching Kevin, I peeled the neck of my fur coat open, gently letting it fall open. Kevin sucked in cold air and then breathed out a hot muffled groin. As my fur coat fell to the snow, I stood on the step naked. The cold air shot across my nipples, making them hard and erect. I shivered and rubbed my hands over my body. Leaning over, I slowly stepped into the tub and slid down under the warm water. "Mmmm, that feels so good. Don't you think so, Kevin?" All Kevin could do was nod his head. I noticed he was trying to stay very close to the wall on his side of the tub. The water swirled around me, so warm and inviting. I loved the cool air on my shoulders and the hot water on the rest of me. I leaned my head back, the action pulling my breasts up and nearly out of the water. My nipples bobbed on the top of the water. Kevin's eyes were locked on my nubs and I felt a tingle of excitement. We sat for ten minutes, neither of us saying a word. I head the door to the house open and close. I knew my lover was coming outside. I turned, my back to Kevin and smiled. My lover is a handsome man and very commanding. As he approached the tub he saw my fur coat laying in the snow. He stopped and picked it up. "Since you left this laying around, I assume you don't need it anymore. Should I take it inside for you?" We both knew if he did, I'd be naked when I walked back. We were both excited by that prospect. "Stand up, let me see you." I looked over my shoulder at Kevin and slowly stood up in the tub. The water ran off me, steam flowing off my skin as the warmth met the cold winter air. My nipples felt like ice cubes, hard and tight. "Very beautiful. Come here. Stand on your coat." I stepped out of the tub and stepped onto my fur coat laying in the snow. My lover's hands moved over my hips, stroking my waist. He looked at Kevin and then smiled. His fingers moved down between my legs and without warning, he rammed a finger up inside me. I grabbed his shoulders and moaned. I heard Kevin's breathing get harder. "You're so wet already. You want to be fucked, don't you? Yes, I know you do. Down on my knees." As I lowered myself down on my knees in front of him, he undid his belt and pants. Reaching in, he pulled out his already growing cock. His fingers stroked up and down his shaft, rubbing the tip of his cock. Holding it out to me with one hand, he hooked his other hand around my neck and pushed my mouth onto him. "Suck it." My lips closed around his cock and he moaned. Sliding my mouth up and down the length of him, I sucked hard and slow, the way he likes it. His hand pushed my head up and down on him, his moans encouraging me. I felt hot instead of cold. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him to me. My mouth twisted on his rod, pulling and pushing, sucking harder and harder. Wrapping my lips just around the head of his cock, I sucked the bulbous tip and then pushed down on his shaft again. He moaned and thrust his cock deeper in my mouth. "Stand up." I kissed the tip of his cock and then stood. He turned me around to face Kevin, who was stroking his cock under the water, his eyes locked onto me. My lover reached down and grabbed a hand full of snow. He leaned me over, bracing me against the edge of the tub. Spreading my legs, I moaned as I felt him push the handful of cold snow against my hot pussy. "That should cool you off, you're so hot, you're melting the snow. Your pussy is on fire." His fingers worked the bitter cold snow over my pussy, rubbing against my lips and clit. I moaned and pushed down on him. He reached down, grabbed another handful of snow and as he pushed it against my mound, his cock rammed deep inside me. I yelled out, moaning for him to fuck me. Kevin's hands were stroking his cock harder and harder as he watched my lover fuck me. My lover's hands gripped my hips, pulling me back against him, the palm of his hand splayed across my abdomen. I tossed my head up and down, pushing back against him as he fucked me harder and harder. His cock was throbbing inside me. My pussy tighten around him and then I moaned as my climax broke. My lover rammed himself into me three more times before I felt his orgasm rip inside me. He pulled out, his cum dripping onto my fur coat and the puddle of snow. "Good girl. Kevin, she's all yours. Fuck her hard and make her suck you. She has an amazing mouth." My lover turned me around, slammed his lips against mine, his tongue pushing inside my mouth. As he walked away, he yelled over his shoulder. "Don't forget to eat her cunt, Kevin. She loves that." I stood there, still reeling from being fucked so savagely and loving every minute of it. I looked at Kevin and then stepped up to the tub again. I ran my fingers down between my legs, dipping my fingers into my cum filled pussy. Lifting my wet fingers to my mouth, I sucked them clean, tasting me and my lover. I stepped into the tub and smiled at Kevin. Kevin's eyes went up and down my body and then he moved towards me. His hands reached up my legs, stroking my thighs. His hands grabbed my ass and then his tongue shot between my legs. I moaned as his tongue lapped at my pussy, licking all that wonderful cum from between my legs. Kevin's tongue pushed deep inside me, licking and diving deep. He pushed me back and I sat on the edge of the tub, my legs spread wide. He was eating my pussy like it was his last meal. My orgasm shook my body. Kevin stood up, his face wet from my cum. Dunking his face in the hot water, he came up and rubbed his chin. Slipping down into the water, I reached out and grabbed his hard cock. He was bigger than I thought he'd be. His cock was curved upwards and throbbing. He moaned as I stroked him, my fingers wrapped tight around his shaft and head. I looked up at him and he sat up on the edge of the tub. Leaning over, I took his pulsing member in my mouth, sucking his head and then pushing down on his shaft. Kevin moaned and pushed upwards. As I sucked his cock, I reached down and fingered my still throbbing pussy. Kevin was pushing my head down, the water lapping at the edge of the tub, as my mouth bobbed up and down in his lap. I looked up at him, licked his cock and then pushed his thighs down so he slid back into the water. "Fuck me, Kevin." I sat on his lap and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. He moaned how tight I was and grabbed my ass. I bounced myself up and down on him, squeezing my pussy around him. His hands lifted me up, pulling his cock out of me and then dropped me back down onto him, impaling my pussy on his rod. I moaned and grabbed his shoulders. Over and over again, he lifted me and then dropped me down. I felt my pussy getting ready to contract again. I moaned for him to fuck me hard. He finally dropped me down and let me stay there. Pushing up, he thrust his cock hard up inside me, over and over again. I moaned as I came, my pussy squeezing him tight. His cock throbbed and then erupted inside me. Leaning over, Kevin lifted one my tits to his mouth and sucked it. I moaned and told him to follow me inside. I stepped from the tub, grabbed my coat and threw it over my shoulder. The steam swept off my body as I entered the house. Kevin followed me upstairs to the bedroom. Laying across the bed, naked, was my lover. His cock was hard and his hand was stroking it. "I knew you'd be up here soon. I want to watch you." I stopped and dropped the coat. My lover told Kevin to stand behind me. "Now, reach around and grab her tits, squeeze her nipples. Ahhh... that's it. Squeeze em tight. You like that don't you?" Kevin's fingers were massaging my tits, his thumb and finger squeezing my nipples. I looked at my lover and waited for whatever was to come next. "Get on your knees behind her, Kevin. Open her ass cheeks. Lick her ass. She likes that. Bend her over. Let me see you lick her cunt." Kevin pushed me over, my breasts hanging down. His hands were spreading my ass. His tongue moved up and down from my ass to my pussy, licking me. I was moaning, needing to be fucked. I looked up at my lover and watched him stroke his cock. He was so big and so hard. Kevin's mouth was covering my pussy, his nose buried in my ass. His fingers were pulling my ass cheeks wide, his tongue drilling me. "Stand up, Kevin. Push just the tip of your cock into her pussy. That's it. No more than that. Now pull all he way out. Now, back in again." Kevin did as my lover told him. I moaned as the tip of his cock pushed inside my pussy and then stopped. I tried to push back against him, take all of him, but he wouldn't let me. His cock pushed in and then pulled back out. Over and over again. I wanted to cum but it wasn't enough. I was moaning, begging to be fucked. "Bring her here, Kevin. Up on the bed." I stepped up on the bed and knelt. My lover reached out and stroked my nipple and then my pussy. I moaned. I reached out to take his cock and he pushed my hand away. He was smiling. "Kevin, lift her up on my cock. That's it, lower her gently." Kevin was holding me above my lover's cock, slowly lowering me onto him. I moaned as he filled me. I started to move, to grind my hips, but my lover stopped me. "Get behind her, Kevin. Fuck her ass." I looked at my lover and then over my shoulder. Double penetration? Oh my god! I leaned over, bracing myself on my lover's shoulders. I felt Kevin push the tip of his hard cock against my ass and I moaned. I'd never had two cocks at once before. As Kevin pushed his cock deep inside my tight ass, he moaned and dug his fingers into my hips. Slowly, he started to pump in and out of me. As he started to move, my lover started to buck up, thrusting his cock inside me. As one pulled back, the other pushed up. I felt like I was riding an incredible seesaw. I moaned, begging them to fuck me harder. I came hard and they kept drilling me. "Fuck her! Ohhh that's it, fuck her ass.... ohhh fucckkk yeaaa!" Kevin was moaning as my lover encouraged him to fuck me harder. I felt another orgasm crest and go. I was over the edge. Kevin fucked me harder, drilling my ass. My lover reached up, pulling on my breasts as he fucked me. Kevin moaned and I felt his cock get bigger inside me and then erupt, filling my ass with his cream. He pulled out, collapsing on the bed. My lover, turned me over, laying me on my back. Lifting my legs high in the air, he fucked me, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into my pussy. "Here it comes baby! Oh fuccckkkk! Here's all my juicy cum!!!" He grunted and his cock spewed deep inside me. I came again, squeezing his erupting cock. He thrust two more times and then pulled out. Laying beside me on the bed, he pulled me close. "Next time, maybe you can suck a cock while we fuck you." More to look forward to. Anticipation Ch. 3 All the card said was "Put this on and be ready at 3:00." The box had been delivered by his driver, Kevin, earlier in the day. I still wasn't sure what to make of it. The card had come attached to a white box. In the box was a short, and I do mean short, black leather skirt, a black lace top that looked like it would barely cover me, a black satin half-cup bra that was one cup size smaller than I normally wear and a pair of 3-inch glossy black stiletto heels. He'd never wanted me to dress this way before. He always insisted on elegant clothes and sexy lingerie. This was something completely different. As 2:00 rolled by, I started to dress. I had showered earlier, rubbing my body with his favorite scents. I'd left my hair down, letting it roll just to my shoulders. As I pulled the black bra on, I had to gently tuck my breasts into each cup. Even doing this, my nipple sat above the rim of the cup, resting against the satin like it was a pillow. As I reached for the black lace top I realized the article of clothing missing. Panties. Not even a thong had been included in the box. I felt warm thinking about wearing the skirt without anything underneath it. Where was he taking me? What was he expecting? I pulled the top over my head and found that it just barely fell to underneath my breasts. My stomach was exposed. Even more disturbing was that the lace allowed my bare nipples to rub directly against the material. The crinkle of the lace caused my nubs to harden. If you looked closely, you could even see my nipples through the lace. Reaching for the skirt, I slowly stepped into it. Pulling it up over my hips, I realized it was going to be very tight. As I zipped it, I felt the leather conform to my body. Looking in the mirror I saw that the hem of the skirt just barely fell below my ass. As long as I didn't bend over - at all - I would be fine. I wished I had panties to cover me. As Kevin knocked on the front door, I was slipping my feet into the heels. I felt slutty but I was also aroused. What was this game about? Kevin's eyes moved over me slowly as I walked past him out the door. Kevin has seen me naked on many occasions, even being allowed to fuck me once or twice before. With my lover watching or participating, of course. As his lips curved into a slow smile, I felt my juices start to flow. As I walked to the car, the lace top moved slightly with each step, causing the material to rub against my nipples. Each step was causing me to feel the sensation over and over again. By the time I reached the car, I was fully aroused already. Kevin opened the door for the me. As I crawled into the car, I had to bend, causing my skirt to pull up over my ass. My pussy was fully exposed to Kevin. My lover smiled at me from across the car, a drink in his hand. As I sat, Kevin closed the door and walked around to the front. I looked at my lover, meeting his eyes and wondering what he was playing at. His eyes roamed over me, taking in the low top which was barely concealing me and the short skirt that was riding up my thighs. My pussy was just barely visible as I sat, my legs together. "Perfect. I knew this outfit would suit you. How do you feel?" His voice was low, soothing but strangely erotic. That was always part of what made me want him. "I feel exposed. Aroused. Uncomfortable." "Good." He didn't say anything for several minutes as we drove out of my neighborhood. Kevin headed for the freeway. I didn't ask where we were going. There was no point. Anyway, I had a feeling he wouldn't tell me. "Open your legs a little. Let me see you." I parted my legs. My skirt pushed up higher on my thighs, nearly around my hips. I looked down and saw the pink of my pussy fully exposed. I could see the slick wetness of my arousal around my lips. "Your pussy is wet, darling. Are you wet? Are you thinking about me touching and licking your sweet cunt? Do you want me to touch you? To roll my tongue around your clit, making it hard?" I moaned just at listening to his words. I nodded, unable to speak. How could he arouse me like this without even touching me? How could he effect me so much? I watched as he slipped his middle finger into his drink, moving it in slow circles around the glass. The ice bumped against each other as he stirred his scotch. "Open your legs further. Wider." I opened my legs wider for him. It was almost as if it was in slow motion as he lifted his finger from his drink and brought his finger to my pussy. His finger gently moved over my lips, coating my pussy in scotch. I moaned at the contact. The icy wetness. Again, he wetted his finger in his drink and brought it back to me. This time, his finger slowly penetrated my lips, moving up and down, coating the inside of my pussy. I arched, wanting more. His finger felt so good as he painted me with his scotch. When his finger left me, I felt empty and on edge. "Now when I taste you later, we'll see if you still taste like scotch or if you're juices overpower the drink and give me something else to taste." Just the thought of him licking me later caused me to moan. Suddenly the car stopped. Kevin was opening my door before I knew it. I slowly exited the car, as easily as I could in my skirt. We were at a mall. An expensive mall based on the stores. My lover stepped out of the car and nodded to Kevin. Putting his hand on the small of my back, my lover guided me towards the door of the mall. I was scared suddenly. I couldn't go in public wearing this outfit. I was too exposed. What if someone noticed I had no panties on? What if my nipples poked out of my top? As I thought about all the reasons I couldn't possibly walk into this mall looking the way I did, those same thoughts were making me more aroused. My pussy was getting even wetter, my heart was beating faster in anticipation. Leaning close to me, my lover whispered in my ear, "You'll walk just a little in front of me. I want to watch you walk in those heels and that skirt. I want to watch your ass sway as you walk. I want to watch other men looking at you. Wanting you." As soon as we stepped inside the mall, he fell back behind me. I was conscious of his eyes on my ass as I walked. I could almost feel his eyes burning into my skin. Men were watching me, smiling, leering. My nipples crunched to even tighter nubs against the lace. We walked the mall for ten minutes before my lover touched my back, his hand moving down to cover my ass. "Go into that store and head to the women's department. I want to look at shoes." As I walked through the store, I felt every eye on me. Male and female. My body was so tight, so aroused I thought I might explode into an orgasm just walking in public. When I reached the women's shoe department, I stopped and looked at my lover. He headed for the clerk, a man about 25, tall, good looking. As he looked at me, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I shifted unconsciously, the action rubbing my legs together, which also managed to cause friction to my pussy. I heard my lover point to a pair of shoes and say I wanted to try them on. As the man returned with the box, I started to step out of my heels, intending to try them on standing up. My lover had other ideas. "Sit." I knew what was going to happen. Heat flushed my body as I slowly lowered myself into a chair. My skirt pulled up, exposing my pussy. I tried to keep my hands in my lap, covering as best I could. My lover's look told me that was unacceptable. Putting my hands on the arms of the chair, I looked at him as he smiled. The clerk knelt down in front of me, lifting my left leg to remove my black shoe. The action caused my skirt to ride up more, giving him a full view of my naked pussy. His eyes focused on my cunt. I could almost feel him wanting to lean in a touch it. I wanted him to. I wanted someone to touch me before I imploded. My body felt flushed, from both embarrassment and need. "She has a beautiful pussy, doesn't she?" My lover was egging the poor clerk on. I felt the heat of my body go up a notch or two. The clerk nearly dropped the shoe he was holding as he nodded his head. His eyes were locked on my pussy. He slipped the shoe on my foot and then raised my other foot. His eyes never leaving my exposed pussy. My lover looked at me. I knew I was supposed to stand up. Looking at the clerk, I slowly stood in the new heels. The clerk stayed crouched in front of me. As I stood, my pussy was at eye level for him. My skirt was so tight, when I stood, it stayed bunched at my lower hips. My pussy had to be dripping. "Walk towards that curtain, then turn around and walk back. Don't pull on your skirt. Leave it." I walked slowly across the floor. I looked around, hoping no one was there to see my humiliation. Thankfully, no one was. Except the clerk, who was standing next to my lover now. Lowering my eyes, I saw the bulge in his pants. Suddenly, I knew I wanted to fuck him. I needed a cock. I needed to release the tension building in my body. I needed an orgasm. As I walked back, my lover smiled. Putting his hands on my hips, he slowly smoothed down my skirt, pushing it back down to cover me. I nearly exploded from his touch through the leather. "I don't think we'll take the shoes. But thank you for showing them to us." With his hand on my elbow, my lover held me as I slid my feet from the store heels and back into my own, I contemplated what could be next. Without saying a word, my lover guided me to the lingerie section. He stopped to look at various pieces. At a display for lace thongs, he picked up a pink one. Holding it up, he ran it across his cheek. I couldn't help but watch. "It's so soft. Just a little lighter in color than your pussy. Did you know that?" My pussy was dripping again. How could my juices not be running down my leg? How could I still stand there when all I wanted was to collapse in a heap and give myself a much needed orgasm? Guiding me to the counter, he paid the clerk for the panties and stuffed them in his pocket. As we left the store, my lover lead me towards a maintenance alley. Pulling me in, we walked halfway down the hall. When he stopped, he pulled the panties from his pocket. Without saying a word, he crouched in front of me. His face was level with my pussy. Looking up at me, he told me to step into the panties. As I raised first one foot and then the other into the panties, my skirt rode up my thigh again. My lover pulled the panties slowly up my legs, stopping when they were just above my knees. "I wonder if you still taste like scotch? Does your pussy still have the drops I coated you with? Do you want me to find out? To taste you? Here? Now?" He was looking up at me, smiling a devilish smile. I nearly moaned at his words. Touch me? God yes! Taste me? Please! I bit my lower lip as he slowly moved his head closer to me. I felt his chest against my legs. The material of his suit was soft against my skin. Slowly he stuck his tongue out and just barely touched me. I nearly exploded. "Open your legs as wide as you can, darling. Let me see that cunt." As wide as I could, I spread my legs. My lover's tongue snaked out and touched me again. I bit harder on my lip. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back. "No. Watch me. Watch me eat your cunt. Watch my tongue fuck you." I was already shivering. I looked down and watched my lover push his face closer to my pussy. His tongue slid up and down my lips, roaming one side and then the other. When his tongue finally spread my legs and pushed inside me, I erupted. My orgasm rocked me. My lover grabbed my ass, crushing his face to my pussy, grounding his tongue into me. I grabbed the back of his head with my hands, pushing him to me harder. My orgasm was tearing through me. Then his mouth covered my clit, pulling it into his mouth, sparking another massive eruption. I felt my pussy do something it never has. I gushed. Literally gushed. My come dripped down my legs. My lover covered my pussy with his mouth, drinking nearly every drop of juice that fell. My legs were weak as he leaned back away from me. He finished pulling the panties up until they were snug against my pussy and wrapped between my ass cheeks. "Just a little taste of scotch. Otherwise, it was all you." He stood in front of me, his hand on my cheek. As his lips lowered to mine, he whispered, "I love the way you taste." His kiss was soft. Before I could recover, he was pulling me back out of the alley into the mall. I was stunned. My body was still shaking from my two orgasms. More powerful than ever before. What would he do now? Where was he taking me? Another store. We entered another department store and my lover guided me to the men's section. As he looked at a row of suits, he ran his hand up and down my back. When his hand touched my bare skin, I shivered. His hand gradually moved down to my ass, caressing me through the leather. He was slowly building my arousal back up. He knew me well enough to know that I wouldn't feel completely satiated until I'd had his cock, fucking me. Fingering the material of the suits with one hand, his other hand moved under my skirt and slowly stroked my skin. With small, gentle circles, his fingers caressed me. My skin tingled. My body flushed, making me warm again. His fingers moved slowly further across my ass until he found the material of my thong. With a gentle tug, he pulled the string on the thong, causing the patch of material covering my pussy to rub against me. I was still so sensitive. I moaned quietly, biting my lower lip. He continued this for almost five minutes before he stopped and smiled at me. "Kneel down. I want you to suck my cock. It's time for you to show me your appreciation of the new panties." My eyes had grown round. Suck him? Now? In the store? On my God! I looked around, sweeping glances around to see if anyone was near. I slowly knelt in front of him. He guided me so I was somewhat hidden in the clothing racks. The suits hung down around me. Resting my hands on his thighs, I looked up at him. Could he be bluffing? As his fingers unzipped his pants, I realized this was no bluff. He really did want me to suck him now, in public. I'd never done this before so publicly. I was scared. But damn, I was also aroused as hell. The idea of getting caught made me hot. I didn't know I could feel this way. Opening his pants, my lover pulled out his cock. He has a amazing cock. Thick and long, and he was so hard. I reached up to take him in my hand but he pushed my hand away. "No hands. Just your sweet mouth. Now suck my cock." Resting both hands on his thighs again, I leaned forward and slowly wrapped my mouth around his head. Pushing slowly down, I covered his ridge and then his shaft. Pulling back up, I used my tongue on his shaft. Then I pushed back down again, sucking him slowly. "That's it, baby. Suck it slow. You have such a talented little mouth. Almost as good as fucking your tight pussy." Using just my lips around his head, I suck hard and slow, then twist my mouth back and forth just a little. He loves this. He's slowly thrusting his hips towards me, pushing his cock a little more into my mouth each time. Opening my mouth wide, I cover his entire cock until he's touching the back of my throat, then I close my lips around him and pull back up. "That's it. Suck it. You are a naughty girl, baby. Oh that's good, baby. Just like that." I keep sucking him slowly. I know he doesn't like to rush. His cock is throbbing in my mouth. Lowering my mouth over him, I'm pulling back up just as I see another pair of shoes come near us. I start to pull back but my lover puts his hand on the back of my head, keeping me on his cock. My pulse is beating fast. We've been caught. "Sir, can I help you?" I look up. The man is slightly older than the first clerk, probably in his late thirties, early forties. He hasn't noticed me yet. "No thank you. I have all the help I need." My lover looks down at me and thrust his cock into my throat, making me gag a little. The man looks down, his eyes get wider. With my lover's hand on the back of my head, I can't help but keep sucking him. "She's really good. Has a warm mouth and knows just how to use it." Looking over as I pumped my mouth up and down on my lover's cock, I noticed a bulge forming in the clerk's pants. Nervous, I accidentally scraped my teeth over the ridge of his cock. My lover pulled on my hair, reminding me who I was serving. I l closed my eyes and focused on the throbbing member in my mouth. "Why don't you try her?" I don't know who was more shocked. Me or the clerk. With a little more prodding, the clerk moved closer to me. My lover instructed me to take the clerk's cock and suck it. He wanted to watch me service both of them, taking each cock deep in my throat. My body tingled. I done this with my lover and his driver, Kevin, before, but never with a stranger. Slowly, I reached up to the clerk, looking up at him, as I ran my hand over his groin. He was hard. I unzipped his pants, reaching in and bringing his cock out. He wasn't as long as my lover but he was thick. He was uncircumcised. With my eyes looking up, I slowly took the tip of his cock in my mouth. He tasted good but different. Pushing my lips down his head, I pushed his foreskin back slightly. He moaned quietly and pushed forward. Keeping my hand wrapped around my lover's cock, I stroked him slowly as I sucked this new cock. It suddenly hit me what I was doing and where. I went wild. Firming my grip on my lover's member, I twisted and pumped him up and down. Slipping my mouth away from the clerk's cock, I lifted it and licked the underside, teasing the V right underneath his head. I licked rapidly up and down and then settled to suck his balls into my mouth. The clerk moaned. Turning away from him, I turned back to my lover's cock and took him back into my mouth. My hand twisted and stroked over the clerk's member. He thrust his hips at me. Both men were moaning quietly. Moving back and forth between both cocks, I feasted. Spit dripped down my chin as I would take first one down to my throat and then the other. I had the clerk's cock buried in my throat when he pushed his cock deeper and I felt the first hit of come. I swallowed and kept sucking. He slowly withered in my mouth, his cock getting softer and softer. I moved back to my lover's cock, my mouth filled with come, and took him deep. Sucking him hard and fast, he grunted and erupted in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed every last drop. My lover stroked my head lovingly. He looked at the clerk and smiled. The clerk was hurrying to zip his pants and my lover slowly righted his own clothes. Helping me stand, my lover cuddled me against him and looked the clerk. "Thank you for your assistance. I hope you enjoyed her mouth as much as I did." We walked away, leaving the clerk just standing there. I looked over my shoulder and watched as his hand slowly rubbed his groin through his pants. I smiled and leaned into my lover. He checked his watch and we headed back out to the car. Kevin was waiting. As I crawled in, my lover pushed me to all fours on the seat. He wasn't calm anymore. He was hungry. As Kevin drove away, my lover pulled my new panties down and tossed them to the floor. Spreading my legs, he buried his mouth in my pussy. I moaned and leaned forward, my head on the seat. My lover's hands gripped my ass, his fingers digging into my skin. His mouth was all over me. Licking my pussy, teasing my clit, rimming my ass. I moaned and bucked as I quickly orgasmed. As my body shivered, my lover rammed two fingers deep inside me, filling my tight tunnel. Another orgasm tore through me. Over and over again, he alternated between licking me, sucking me and fingering me. "You were a good, naughty girl today, baby. Now I'm going to give you want you want. You want my hard cock, don't you? You want me to fuck that cunt, don't you?" Anticipation Ch. 3 I moan out a "God yes!" as he rammed his cock in my pussy. This is what I had wanted. This is what we had been building to all day. He reached around me, pushing my shirt up and my bra down. My breasts hung free, his fingers squeezing my nipples as he fucked my pussy harder and harder. I was moaning, begging him to fuck me harder. I looked up and saw Kevin watching in the mirror. It had all been about being watched today, and I loved it. My lover thrust harder and harder into my pussy, his cock throbbing with each push. His other hand moved down and played with my clit, rubbing it faster and faster as he pumped into me. I was near the breaking point. I cried out another orgasm as he pulled out and then rammed back into me. Again and again, he withdrew only to pummel my pussy again. "That's it, baby. Oh fuck, that's it. Take my cock. Take my cock in your pussy." I looked over my shoulder and watched as his hands gripped my waist and he rammed his cock even deeper inside me. As I felt his cock explode inside me, filling me with come, another powerful orgasm hit me. I screamed out his name as he kept pushing into me. Finally, withdrawing from my pussy, he sat down, his cock dripping in his lap. I turned to sit next to him, my hand stroking his semi-limp cock, my head on his shoulder. He leaned his head back. "I hope you enjoyed your day shopping." I smiled and told him I couldn't wait to do it again. Soon. Anticipation Is Sweet His stomach was tight knots of anticipation as he sat at the signal light. He hadn't seen her in so long, he wasn't sure what to expect. He daydreamed about her long strawberry blonde hair and her flashing green eyes as he waited for the light to change. He remembered her voice like a song in his head and the smell of her perfume on his skin like a blanket. She wasn't much to look at but the woman was definitely worth remembering. He laughed to himself as he remembered her mouth, always smirking, like she knew the joke and was about to let you in on it. Ah, her mouth was the best part of her. The things that would come out of that mouth would make a man of color blush. A sharp beep behind reminded him he was in traffic. He gunned the motor and grinned to himself, the ache in his groin growing. He pulled up to her office building promptly at 5:30 pm. She was waiting for him on the sidewalk, her long hair whipping in the cold winter breeze. She was wearing a black skirt and her fuck me heels. She smiled as she saw the familiar car and moved to get in. To his surprise, she opened the back door and climbed in. He was puzzled as he turned in his seat to look at her. A flash of thigh distracted him momentarily. Her sing song voice tickled his skin. "To the park, James." She smiled at his confused face. "Yes Ma'am," he replied. He put the car in gear and pulled from the parking lot. Adjusting his rear view mirror, he could see her long legs. Moving it up, he could see her ample cleavage peeking from behind her winter coat. Up a little further, and he smiled at the heat from her emerald eyes. "Keep your eyes on the road, James." She smirked. She laughed and the sound caused his stomach to flutter. "Yes Ma'am." He swallowed hard. Lucky for him the park was close by. James sped thru the crowded streets as fast as he dared. He peeked into the rearview mirror to watch her smile at him. She merely smirked, enjoying his confusion. She carefully rearranged her long legs, teasing him with a sliver of skin. She looked directly into the rearview mirror and licked her full lips. She could see him flush as he tried to concentrate on the road and watch her at the same time. They pulled into the quiet city park right about sundown. The night was cool and crisp, a beautiful autumn evening. He threw the car into park and started to get out of the car, intent on joining the heated woman in his back seat. "No!" She put her hand on his shoulder as he tried to exit the car. He looked at her in the mirror, a questioning look on his face. "Sit back and relax, James. This is going to be fun." She smiled a warm and wicked smile at his reflection. He was unsure, but thought he would do as he was told. Leaning back in his seat, he adjusted the mirror so he could see her. His eyes widened as he watched her remove her coat. Her silk shirt was open to her belly button and her bra seemed to be missing. James wondered what else she might be missing. He didn't have to wait long for the answer. She lifted one leg so her heel was resting on the passenger side head rest. The black skirt slid up her milky thigh to reveal her naked womanhood. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and grinned devilishly at the man in the front seat. Her hands were wandering over her silk covered breasts, stopping now and then to tweak a nipple to attention. She leaned her head back against the seat and began to whimper with pleasure. She pulled the silk away from her chest and squeezed her rosy nipples hard. They puckered under the pressure. Pulling one tip to her mouth, her tongue snaked out to taste it. She grinned at the heated expression James was displaying in the mirror. "You can get a little more comfortable," she cooed. "The fun has just begun." He blinked in disbelief as her hand slid from her breast, down her stomach, to the exposed flesh of her nether regions. Delicately she spread her labia, her fingers grazing the swollen button. She gasped with enjoyment as she began to stroke her throbbing clit. Her moans were like liquid heat to James. He stared into the mirror, paralyzed by the sight of her pleasuring herself. His manhood pressed urgently against his slacks, causing an obvious wet spot. He bit his lip, not knowing what he should do. The smell of her passion was wafting into the front seat. He licked his lips, feeling the desire to taste her building in him. He watched her delicately dip two fingers into her slick spot as her back arched in delight. The fingers emerged wet and she rubbed her aching button with the slickness. "Please James," she breathed. "I want to hear you stroking your hard cock for me." She winked him in the mirror. "Please baby, let me hear you." Her voice tugged on his rigid member. Quickly, he unzipped his fly and his organ sprang free. The tip was moist and purple, pulsating to the sound of her sighs. Adjusting himself in the seat, he grasped his cock tightly, careful not to lose sight of the naughty woman in the back seat. The raw zip of his fly caused her loins to tremble. With her free hand she tweaked her taunt nipple. Her occupied hand continued its assault on her defenseless pussy. Spreading her legs as far as possible, she flicked the swollen flesh with her long red fingernails. The intense pleasure spread throughout her body. She fingerfucked her raw, pink slot, moaning with abandon. Moving her hips up to meet her hand, she cried out, the words muffled and undistinguishable. Faster now, her fingers flying over the slickness, she could feel the climax building. Staring into the rearview, she could see James watching her. James was struggling to control the intense pleasure seeping thru his groin. He manipulated his throbbing member slowly, gently. The precum was leaking steadily even as he tried to postpone the inevitable. Her cries were like an aphrodisiac and he could not tear his eyes away from the lustful sight in the mirror. Her mouth was open wide as she thrashed against the backseat. He could see her wetness trickling down her fingers and dripping onto the vinyl. The smell was heaven as he inhaled deeply, still stroking his aching tool slowly. Her moans were building in intensity as she masturbated. He thrilled at her abandon and continued to watch the show, knowing the climax was close. She was using both hands now as she continued to finger her swollen labia with one hand while the other splayed her wide open to the lustful gaze of James. Her breath came in short bursts as she moved closer to the pinnacle. She was lost in her own passion now as she bucked her hips furiously against the vinyl. Her long hair brushed against her face as she buried her fingers deep into her gash. The soft mounds of her breasts spilled out of her silk blouse. James could see the nips flush and tighten as she began to climax. Her cries were harsh and breathless now as she began to come. Her eyes were glazed with passion as she looked at James in the rearview. "Come with me, James." She gasped. James couldn't resist such a request and began to stroke his cock furiously. The precum was thick and plentiful, the friction was pure magic. He watched her thrashing in the backseat as she climaxed, her fingers wet with the result of her passions. He could hear the wet sounds of her stroking her pussy and began to cum. His groans were deep and guttural as he spewed his seed. She heard James begin to explode. She leaned forward in the seat so she could see him pumping his hard cock. His cock swelled and spilled white hot liquid as she watched. She put a hand out to touch his cock as it emptied, wanting to feel the heat. James gasped as he felt her hand touch his sensitive organ. Still breathing hard, he looked into her flushed face. She smiled sweetly at him as he tried to calm himself. "You sure do put on a good show." James grinned at her. She laughed, her soft, tinkling laugh. "You ain't seen nothing yet, James." She promised, a sly smirk on her face. James chuckled. He was counting on that. The End Anticipation: Letter 1 Anticipation: Letter 1 Good Evening (Morning?) Sexy, I hope this letter will brighten your day. I just couldn't get to sleep after we hung up the phone. So, I thought I'd surprise you with a letter on our favorite website. I feel guilty for having had all the fun during our conversation. I hope your ability to literally read my thoughts this way will make up for my shyness in voicing them....at least for now. I'm really looking forward to seeing you Saturday. To finally have the time and freedom from restraint to touch you and taste you like I've been fantasizing about for weeks. I can't wait to hold you in my arms and kiss and caress you all over. I end up kneeling in front of you in order to lick and suck on "my lollipop." My mouth is watering just thinking about tasting you again. My body shakes as I think of taking your cock in my mouth and lightly nibbling around the head and then licking down the length of it while you hold my head in your hands and guide me where you want me by my hair until you growl from how your cock throbs under the touch my mouth and tongue. As I lightly scrape my nails across your ass and down the backs of your legs. Then back up to hold onto you with one hand as I cup and caress your balls with the other. I wonder if I will be able to take your thick cock in my throat as I lick and suck until you can't hold back anymore and cum in my mouth as I try to greedily swallow everything you give me. Is it wrong that I also want to feel your hands and your tongue all over me? Mmmm....to feel you nibble behind my ears. Then alternately kissing, licking, and nibbling further ...down my neck and across my tits to lightly suck and bite at my nipples getting slightly rougher until I moan out in my need for you. And further yet...down my ribs and belly to my pussy to taste me as I've tasted you. To make me whimper and writhe with the ecstasy you induce in me so easily until my back arches, straining like a taut bowstring from the force of my orgasm. I'm also looking forward to the spanking you promised me. I hope you intend to use your hand for the feeling of a more personal and intimate touch. The thought of it makes me so wet! Will you just put me across your knee? Or hold or tie me down beforehand? Will you only spank me until my ass has a nice pink tinge to it? Or do you feel the need for more? Do you want to spank me so long and hard that my ass is red and radiating heat? That way you can feel the heat of it on your belly as you bend me over the nearest piece of furniture and take me from behind. The uncertainty of the "hows" and "whats" make me tremble with anticipation as I ponder them. I want to know everything you've thought of doing to me. Everything you want done to you in return. You've hinted at some.....I hope you are willing to work out at least SOME of the scenarios you've mentioned in passing. I can't wait to feel you cum all over me and in my mouth, pussy and ass as you've promised. I don't know if we'll have the time we want to enjoy each other so fully in less than twenty-four hours, but I'm willing to try anything you want to at least once....twice to make sure I DON'T like it! Besides, there should be plenty of time to get around to everything we want to do to and for each other eventually. I hope that this isn't an inadequate synopsis in return for your words for me last night, and I hope it will help to show you how much I look forward to becoming your lover more completely. Should I, perhaps, ask you to make me cum screaming when I see you? I doubt it matters as I likely will anyway, knowing you. But would that make these words I write in anticipation more pleasing to you? Perhaps you'll let me know if my words have moved you. I hope your day wasn't too long or arduous and that you have a peaceful night with sweet dreams, as I hope to see you there. Thinking of You, Your Dirty Girl Anticipation Like a Drug I was eager, anxious, excited, frustrated, and a little bit confused. I tried to sort it all out in my head, but the only clear thought I had was of her. Kate. How had I attached so many emotions to one person? I hadn’t felt this way since the eighth grade! I’d pursued women before, but I’d always known more about them, where I could find them, what they liked. Kate was a mystery. I didn’t even know her last name. She knew me no better. Well, perhaps a little better, I thought to myself, as I remembered the feeling of her hand wrapped around my erection. The one thing I knew about her, the one solid thing, was when I’d see her next. Tuesday. I knew she’d be at the Jazz Club, I never had any serious doubts, and I found my certainty curious. Unfortunately, I’d had plenty of time to think about why I was so certain. The days until Tuesday dragged by, one plodding hour after another. Each day by noon, I’d finished every last bit of work that I had to do. There were only three other people in the office, so I used the time in the afternoons to do my Christmas shopping. Despite being a bachelor, I had a fairly extensive list of people on my gift list: my brother and his wife, their two kids, my mother, my father and his wife, college-age cousins (girls) that I was close to, Gabriel, the girls in the office, servers and bartenders at the Jazz Club, the list seemed to go on and on. I did about half my shopping online—thank God for Amazon.com—and the rest of it in the large local malls. In order to distract myself from thoughts of Kate, I even made the 45-minute trip to the largest tourist trap in this part of the state, which contained no fewer than four major outlet malls and a whole host of smaller ones. Everyone and their cousin seemed to be out shopping, and the traffic was mind-numbing. I love the holiday season, but I hate the crowds. I love buying gifts, though, perhaps as much as I enjoy giving them. I’d even toyed with the idea of getting Kate a gift. While I was shopping for everyone else, she was constantly on my mind. I stopped in a jewelry store to look at watches for my mother. Would Kate like jewelry? In my mind, I pictured her wearing a nice string of pearls, and nothing else. The salesman gave me a funny look as I fondled the string and smiled to myself. Kate wore a ring on her right ring finger, but nothing else that I’d noticed. Reluctantly, I ruled out jewelry. Too personal, too soon. I walked past the Godiva store and decided to step inside. I bought half-pound boxes for the servers at the Jazz Club, one-pound boxes for the girls in the office. I looked over the boxes of truffles, and thought about Kate’s lips wrapped around… Well, by the time the harried salesgirl got my attention, I wasn’t thinking about Kate’s lips and truffles. I decided against chocolate. Too sappy. When I passed the Victoria’s Secret store, I simply had to enter, even though I couldn’t imagine giving anyone on my list something from Victoria’s Secret. No one, that is, except perhaps Kate. And she wasn’t even really on my list. In spite of the fact that there was a decent crowd of shoppers in the store, I quickly had a salesgirl at my side. Her nametag read “Eve.” “Is there something I can help you find?” she asked smoothly. She was young, perhaps 25, and very attractive. “I’m looking for something for… a friend.” “What size is your friend?” She used the euphemism with ease. I opened my mouth to answer, thought about what I was about to say, and then actually laughed out loud. She looked at me curiously, so I hastily explained. “This is going to sound like the worst pick-up line, but she’s about your size.” I pointed vaguely at her lovely body. “About your build.” She actually blushed. To her credit, she remained businesslike and showed me several very sexy outfits, ranging from evening wear to lingerie. Eve chose outfits in her size, and then held them against her body, modeling for me. With each one, I would imagine Kate wearing it, and my cock quickly stiffened. Eve noticed, but misinterpreted the cause, and mercilessly led me towards the more revealing, and erotic, pieces of lingerie. By the time we looked at panties, her nipples were noticeably erect. As soon as Eve held up the first pair of lace thong panties, I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. Kate definitely had no need for those! Although I was enjoying flirting with Eve, I reluctantly decided that underwear was the wrong gift. Too personal, too soon. When I thanked her and left, without asking for her phone number, I could tell that Eve was disappointed. “I’ll be glad to help if you change your mind,” she said, laying a hand on my arm. Change my mind about what? The lingerie, or the phone number? I looked into her eyes and smiled. Either, I decided. I thanked her again, and visions of Kate drew me out of the store and back into the mall. For the rest of the week, I ruled out everything I looked at, for one reason or another. It all came down to the simple fact that I knew so little about Kate. Besides, while our encounters were heated, they only consisted of a brief flash of her shaved pussy, a little help at the toilet, an almost-handjob, and several intense—but very promising—kisses. So I mentally scratched her off my gift-giving list. For the moment. When Tuesday finally arrived, I was mostly finished with my holiday shopping, and I was exhausted. I spent the entire morning working in a Kate-fueled haze. I tried, unsuccessfully, to get her off my mind. I would succeed for a few minutes, if I managed to distract myself on the Net, but I kept coming back to her, kept thinking about her mannerisms, her exquisite body, her attitude. I don’t know what chemicals are released by the brain when you want something, or someone, but I felt like I was mainlining them. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d wanted a woman as much as I wanted her. I’d decided that I was half-crazy, blinded by lust. I spent most of the morning with an erection, thinking about her—the feeling of her warm fingers squeezing my cock, the swell of her breast pressed against my arm, the sight of her smooth slit, punctuated by a thin strip of pubic hair. I wasn’t half-crazy, I finally decided, I was entirely crazy. I looked at my watch and decided to take an early lunch. When I returned, a little after 1:20 p.m., I settled in to do a little shopping online. I browsed Amazon.com. I set up a Wish List and filled it with all the DVDs I could possibly want, and some I didn’t know I wanted. I went to Crate & Barrel online, and shopped for knick-knacks, abandoning a shopping cart filled with $500 worth of stuff I didn’t need. I answered some e-mail. I took a call. I looked at my watch, 2:05 p.m. I hit eBay, aimlessly wandering through the myriads of treasures at auction. After I got bored there, I read the current news at Salon.com. I read the columnists I liked: David Horowitz, Camille Paglia, Amy Reiter, Allen Barra, and others. I clicked through the layers of the site, reading anything that struck my interest, for what seemed like hours. I looked at my watch, 2:40 p.m. Thirty-five minutes? I did all that in thirty-five minutes? I tapped on my watch crystal, despite the fact that the second hand was sweeping. I searched for an online time server, and set my watch to the exact time. Then I set my computer’s clock to the exact time. Then I found an automatic time applet, downloaded it, installed it, paid for it, got the confirmation code in my e-mail, and registered it. I looked at the computer’s clock—accurate to within mere microseconds, courtesy of the U.S. Naval Observatory—2:51 p.m. Music! I needed some music. I opened up my MP3s folder, queued up a bunch of my favorites from the Eighties, and then hit play. Time, 2:55 p.m. I bounced through songs in the queue, listening to the first few bars, before moving on to the next song that I just couldn’t wait to hear. I finally got tired of the Eighties, 2:59 p.m., so I queued up the Nineties. I loaded WinAmp with a good 75 songs and hit play at 3:03 p.m. Finally, I settled in to browse for new skins for WinAmp. Twenty-three skins and eleven minutes later, I got bored. Kate. Beethoven! The Ninth Symphony, one of my favorites, was 70-some-odd minutes long. They’d designed 74-minute CDs, way back when, so that the whole Symphony would fit on one disc. I scrapped Blink 182 and loaded Beethoven. If I could last through the whole Symphony, I’d make it close enough to 4:30, when the Jazz Club opened. I had high hopes. I made it to the second movement, the one I think of as the “chase scene.” Time, 3:27 p.m. I closed my eyes and thought of her. Sensual lips. Even white teeth. Pear-shaped breasts. Trim stomach. Shapely hips. Legs, legs, legs. Did I mention her legs? I got an erection, just thinking about her calves and ankles. Ankles… one in each hand as I thrust into her… Snap out of it, man! I looked at myself and decided I needed to change clothes. I needed a shower. I needed to get out of the office. The office was a vortex where time was sucked away and the clocks all ran slow (despite the best efforts of the Naval Observatory). I closed WinAmp, I closed my e-mail, and I left. No one asked where I was going, but all three of the remaining people in the office looked at me funny. I didn’t care. Why couldn’t I live further away from the office? The 10-minute drive was mindless, and short. I went inside and shed my clothes on the way through the bedroom. I’d pick them up later, maybe. I turned on the shower and stepped under the stinging spray, letting the heat infuse me. I shampooed, I washed, I scrubbed, and I shaved. I got an erection, thinking about how Kate would look, water-sleek and smiling, standing in the steam in front of me. I reached for my manhood, then decided against it. I wanted to wait. I luxuriated in the water until it ran cold. When I stepped out of the shower stall, every smooth surface in the bathroom was fogged. I wiped off the mirror, and then the clock next to the door, 3:58 p.m. I went through my bathroom routine, mechanically. With my body on autopilot, my mind wandered, and I thought of her. I got another erection, but resolutely refused to touch it. When I opened my closet, I stared in dismay at the racks of clothes. I must have gone through the better part of half my wardrobe, looking for the perfect outfit. When I finally decided on comfortable jeans and a pullover sweater that made my chest look good, I was mentally exhausted. I had to get it together! Kate would see me and wonder where the cool, collected guy she’d been fondling the week before had gone, and then she would wonder why had he been replaced by this doofus? I opened the nightstand drawer and stuffed two condoms in my front pocket and then lay down on the bed, on top of a pile of discarded clothes. I sneaked a quick look at the clock, 4:16 p.m. I wanted to leave soon, so I could hopefully relax and have a drink or two before she arrived. I tried to calm down, to control my breathing, and closed my eyes. I opened them again, a couple of minutes later, and automatically looked at the bedside clock, 6:18 p.m. Ahhhh, good, I thought to myself. I’d only had my eyes closed for two minutes, so I could… Two minutes? I looked at the clock again in growing panic. Two minutes? Two hours and two minutes! I flew off the bed and quickly brushed my teeth again, cleaning the taste of sleep from my mouth. My errant hair refused to cooperate when I ran my fingers through it. With a final look at myself in the mirror, I ignored my hair and headed for the front door. I stuffed my feet into my shoes, grabbed my coat, and headed out to the Rover. I drove like a madman to the Jazz Club. I didn’t know a Range Rover would drive well standing on two wheels, but it handled like a champ. When I pulled into the parking lot, it was nearly full of cars from the after-work crowd. I found a spot, near the back, and headed for the front door, restraining the urge to sprint. I had visions of seeing Kate’s Lexus pulling out of the parking lot just as I rounded the corner. While I walked, as quickly as my self-imposed decorum would allow, I hastily scanned the parking lot for a sign of her car. No luck. The sodium streetlights muted the colors and I couldn’t pick out her car. At the front door, I paused to compose myself. I ran a hand through my hair and straightened my jacket. As calmly as I could, I reached for the door handle and then pulled. When I stepped inside, my eyes immediately scanned the vestibule. No sign of her, and a rushed glance at the cloakroom revealed a lot of black leather coats. I had just started for the stairs when I looked up at a smooth pair of legs, long legs, encased in knee-length white stockings. My eyes moved up, over the pleated Catholic-schoolgirl skirt, over the fitted and buttoned blue blazer. My gaze then slid over the swell of luscious, pear-shaped breasts, over the long, elegant neck, and finally settled on the twinkling blue eyes I’d seen in my imagination for the past week. “Hi there,” she said nonchalantly. I tried to look as unruffled as I could, but I’m sure it was a weak effort. “Hi.” “I was beginning to think you weren’t going to be here,” she said. “I’m here,” I said, stating the obvious. I was on pins and needles. Her eyes flicked towards the restrooms and then she grinned mischievously. She moved down the stairs, and I reflexively took a step back. When she lifted the hem of my sweater and hooked her fingers in the waist of my jeans, I became instantly erect. She gave me a tug, and I mindlessly followed her lead. The two guys waiting in line for the men’s room gave me shit-eating grins as Kate dragged me past them and into the ladies’ room. Once inside, she shut and locked the door, and then turned to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and stepped close. I put my hands on her hips and bent to kiss her. Our lips met and I immediately felt her tongue teasing mine, licking my lips, tasting me. The kiss grew heated and she pressed herself against me, grinding her hips against my erection. I was lost in her embrace, but it didn’t escape my notice when she dropped her hands and fumbled for my belt. In a moment, she’d stripped it open and pulled loose the buttons of my fly. Her cool fingers reached into my boxers and withdrew my swollen member, caressing my length and squeezing me gently. She stood back and began stroking me in earnest, her eyes smoldering, a playful smile quirking her lips. When she turned to lean against the cool porcelain of the sink, she turned me with her, and then spread her legs so I could move closer. I stepped forward and ran my hands up her torso to cup her breasts. She grinned at me while she continued stroking my cock, and I gently squeezed her fabric-encased breasts. The buttons on her fitted blazer, which was complete with a faux school crest, came undone under my skillful fingers. She gasped as I spread open her jacket and revealed the sheer blouse underneath. She was braless, and her swollen nipples were clearly visible. I gripped them between thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan. When I began twisting them, she closed her eyes and whimpered. I released her breasts, and my hands trailed down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt, and then lower to the hem. Her eyes flew open as I lifted the plaid material. The hand on my cock stopped moving as my hand darted under the pleated folds of her skirt and I found what I was looking for. She was smooth, and hot, and very, very wet. Her clit was already hard, so I ran my fingers up and down her slit, spreading her moisture and making her slippery. She began to look anxious, but then I bracketed her clit with two knuckles and rubbed the sides of the sensitive pearl, and she shuddered and closed her eyes in ecstasy. With my other hand, I bunched her skirt up and extracted myself from her suddenly limp grasp. My cock was harder than it had been all day, and it had begun to ooze pre-come. I stepped forward and rubbed her slippery pussy with my swollen glans, causing her to moan again. I thought about the condoms in my pocket and was just reaching for them when… I thought about my day, and all that had led me to this point, and I came to a decision. As I looked at her, calm washed over me like a wave. Her face and neck were flushed with desire, her nipples were diamond-hard points straining at the thin fabric of her sheer blouse, and her pussy was beckoning to me warmly. I moved forward and my cock slid over her pussy, teasing her clit with its passage. The base ground against her as my hips met her inner thighs. When I stopped moving, she opened her eyes. Nervousness crept into her expression so I bent to kiss her. Her body responded against mine and the kiss heated. When I pulled back, we were both breathless. With lust-glazed eyes, she looked at where my cock was poking out from between us. Her hand reached for me, but I stopped her. She looked confused as I reached into my jacket pocket and withdrew a pen and one of my business cards. I flipped the card over, held it in my left palm, and began to write on the back. I wrote down my private cell phone number and then put away the pen. She watched me curiously throughout. “I want you more than I’ve wanted any woman in a long, long time,” I said. She wiggled her hips against me and I almost relented. I could feel the heat and moisture of her pussy on the base of my cock, and it was almost more than I could resist. Ruthlessly, I quashed my rising lust and palmed my business card as I reached for her blazer. While I refastened the buttons, I bent to kiss her again, losing myself in the feel of her supple lips against my own. “God! I want you,” I breathed, pitching my voice low. “But all this fucking teasing is making me insane.” I kissed her again, hard and fast, and ground my hips against her, making her shudder. When I pulled back, I lifted her hand and put my business card in it. She stared at it uncomprehendingly for a moment, and then looked into my eyes. “If you want me as much as I want you, and God how I hope you do, you’re going to have to call me,” I said. Her eyes darted from my face, to my handwritten phone number, and then back again. I stepped back and looked at her while I stuffed my unwieldy erection back into my boxers. She looked disheveled, I hadn’t put her back together all that well, and I smiled as she looked at me in shock. I managed to button my jeans and fasten my belt, but my poor cock was crammed painfully down the leg of my shorts. I leaned in to kiss her again, tenderly, but with some heat, and she whimpered as I pulled back. “I don’t want a first-name-only, hard-and-fast-in-the-bathroom-and-then-we’re-gone kind of thing,” I said to her seriously. “It’s a good place to start, but a bad place to end.” I turned for the door, but checked my motion. When I turned back to her, she looked at me in confusion. I pulled her towards me, and into my arms, and kissed her soundly. She resisted at first, and then melted against me, throwing her arms around my neck and twining her fingers in my hair as she pulled my head down. I pulled back and reached for the door. “Call me,” I said. As I turned the doorknob and the lock clicked its release, she let me go. I brushed my fingers down her arm and over her palm, pulling her hand after me as I opened the door. My fingers lingered, holding hers, and then I let her go. When I stepped out into the dim hallway, there was no one in sight. I walked past the hostess and back into the cold night, wondering what I had just done. I straightened my coat and walked purposefully towards the Rover. My erection was an uncomfortable reminder as I strode into the cold night, and I grinned ruefully when I thought about where it could have been. Anticipation Like a Drug And then, I wondered if she would call. I didn’t make it home, I didn’t even make it to my car, before my phone was ringing. It was too soon to be her, I thought sullenly. It was probably Gabriel, lonely, and calling to talk to me about how all the 20-something girls weren’t interested in being bought. I was in no mood to talk to him. The Caller ID labeled the call Private, but I was sure it was Gabriel, calling from his hotel. I answered the phone with a snarl. For a moment, I heard nothing from the other end of the line. Then I heard background noise, bar noise, and I became even more perturbed. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?” I heard through the phone, faintly, from the background. “Who are you calling?” I heard the sound of heavy breathing. “Hello?” It was her. “Hello,” I said, anticipation making my voice waver. “Ethan?” “Yes.” Despite my growing excitement, I kept my voice level. “Meet me in front of the restaurant,” she said. “I’ll be right there.” ----- Copyright © 2002-2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. Anticipation of Luck If there's one thing I've learned in all of this, it's that words can seduce the mind and body as swiftly as fingers to flesh. At first, he was nothing more than words to me, month after month, streams of words in bold type, waiting in an e-mail inbox. I followed them. They told me to touch myself, lay spread wide and naked, let my camera tell the story. They said leave my panties at home when you go to work, and remember me as your bare pussy catches a draft in the hallway. Lock the bathroom stall, and make yourself come for me while unsuspecting co-workers wander in and out. Think of me when nobody knows. They told me to hurt myself, just a little. Whenever I was a bad girl, or when I was insubordinate and didn’t follow his instructions to the letter, and get a taste for pain. I wandered into it. I’m unsure where it started. I left a few words, interspersed, on his internet diary. Then I surprised even myself. I put on my best skin and left on my stockings, sending him a picture of my naked body, lying on the bed while I smiled invitingly at him. One little snap and flash, sent to the right address. He took notice. From somewhere on the other side of a digital line, there were words from him, and they were getting more demanding by the minute. Following his words was like gaining new purpose. I was learning new tricks, and getting off in new ways. He was never there to lay a finger on me, but the words could sting or arouse me at will. Days I failed him, I'd find myself in the corner, clamps hanging from my pussy lips, contemplating my crime. Days I pleased him, I'd find myself coming for him beneath the sound of his voice in my ear, promises of a whip to my chest, his cock in my ass. I had never had a cock in my ass. But with him, I wanted to feel everything. He sent me out to prepare for him, in case the day ever came. First, I used a little anal toy, snapping pictures of the first taste of it. Tingles in new places spurred me on, and I found myself playing with a bigger one. Hurting, then aching, and then a distinct new pleasure I had to have. I played with it daily on his command. A little movie took place of photos when it came time for me to show him how accomplished I'd become. And I came for him, over and over. But we hadn't ever stood face to face. When the word said "fly", I found myself hundreds of miles from home. My white skin glowed a strange shade of red beneath the lights of the cheap motel. I stayed there, unsure if he would even come. After checking in, avoiding the hungry eyes of the filth in the hotel bar, I waited impatiently for his visit; the bed in the next room squeaked and knocked against the wall, making me jealous. I laid out the toys he asked for, in order, cleaned them one by one: the leather tassels of a hand whip, the clamps for my nipples, scarves to bind my hands, to shade my eyes. And then the bucket of ice he’d requested I fetch from the machine in the hallway. Nervous delight had me throbbing, alone, waiting. He'd made no commitment to meet me here. He only said fly. Stay here. Lay the toys out. Be a good girl, I told myself. I might be lucky. I was as good as I could be, but the things I needed to atone for could not be solved by my own hand, things like insubordination, lack of focus, tempting him, my lust being the worst of all. It was a sleepless night and an eternal morning. I fetched the ice once an hour, to pass the time. Just before the stroke of noon, I heard footsteps on the other side of the door, stopping there and casting shadows against the bright crack between the bottom of the door and the carpet. His familiar voiced called out, "Slip the key under the door." I moved to twist the knob, hands shaking, and then was stopped cold by the palm of his hand smacking against the wood on the other side. "The key, under the door," he said again. I slipped the key from the ring, and pushed it under. His words were angry, and I meant to please. He took the key from my fingertips. His hand was close enough that I could feel the heat of his flesh. The reality became striking, and I stood there, nude as I had been instructed, waiting for the sound of key in the lock. It didn't come. He called out, "To your corner, mi'ja. Face the wall." I hesitated, looking at the shadow his feet cast beneath the door, and then hurried to my place. I laid my head against the peeling wallpaper. The pigtailed braids he had requested swooped down against my cheeks, and I bit lightly at my lips. The click of metal against metal sounded, and a door opening sent shivers of nervous excitement through my exposed body. I had to concentrate on the peeling wallpapered flowers exposing plaster, whispering to myself, do not to turn around, do not disobey. The door shut. It locked. His presence in the room was overwhelming, but I squeezed my eyes shut. Do not turn around, do not disobey. His warmth radiated as he came up behind me. His hand pushed over my shoulders, and even beneath his slacks, I could feel him, his cock hard, pressing against my thigh. He pulled the scarf around my eyes, knotted it against the back of my hair, so tight I couldn't move my eyelids that were clenched shut. It didn't matter. I could smell him: a mix of sweat, shaving cream, and a touch of gasoline. His breath permeated mouthwash and whiskey. He pulled me backward, spread my legs further apart, and shoved my body forward till my face knocked back against the wall. My breasts swung, nipples erect. The muscles around my stomach went taut. "Brace yourself," he warned, and I pushed my hands against the pealing shreds. There was a pause. Quiet. I felt the whoosh of air before his open hand came down on my bare ass, a jolt and crack of sound breaking the silence. A slight delay of shock came before the pain shot through me, and his hand came back again. He spanked me harder, faster, with a deeper grab on impact, pushing into my flesh. The injury became warmth, my ass turning red, flushing across my body in waves. The pain was so good; I could feel warm, wetness begin to drip from my pussy down my thighs. The smell of my sex hung thick, like the excitement tinged with violence. His voice spewed obscenities like pet names: cunt, whore, little slut. My tits lunged forward from the impact of each spank, moving like the lungs in gasps. Crying out, pain became pleasure. The hand stopped, slinked along my torso and pulled me upright. "My sweet little cunt", he whispered. My knees buckled under my own weight. The tense excitement had made me weak. He stood on my feet with his shoes, pulling me up. We stood face to face for the first time, my eyes shielded, face flushed, body drained. I put my hands against him, grasping for balance. Bringing his hand up, he grasped my chin in his hand and pulled forward in a kiss, a moment of gentle reprieve, before grabbing my pig tails with both hands and tugging me down. Too shaky to resist, I fell on my knees. The jangle of his belt buckle being unhooked told me of the gift he was about to give. He wrapped the braids of my hair into his fists and pulled forward, guiding my lips to his hard cock. I caressed against him lightly with my lips and tongue, pulling the tip of his cock in, slow and soft. "Do you want more?" he asked. He pulled my hair downward, pushing his cock deep into my throat, fucking my mouth. I sucked harder, bringing my hands to the base of him, and moving his hardness in and out. He stifled moans with curses, calling me a temptress and a whore. His fists still wrapped with my braids, he yanked my head back harshly and drug me to my feet. Before I had time to steady myself, he brought the leather tassels of the whip down against my throbbing pussy. "Do you see what you do to me?" he exclaimed. The pain spread to ache, the ache to pleasure. The cries came out more like moans, and the whip came harder, now against my breasts. I whispered somewhere, as if beyond me, "please, please...daddy please..." Wetness from my cunt dripped thick down my legs. The pain became distant to the throbbing of my pussy lips, my clit, my hard nipples. My ears rang. Again and again he spanked my pussy and my tits with the whip, the lovely feeling of the leather carving marks into my skin. My knees caved, and the crack of the whip faded for a moment. He pulled my head onto his shoulders and petted along my neck and backbone. Helping me up onto the bed, he gave pause for me to rest a moment. "You've been a good girl, mi'ja, taking your punishment,” he breathed, "a very good girl." He walked to the bureau and then back to the bed. A shock of intense cold against my flesh sent chills down my spine. Ice. A gift to sooth the sting of the whip against my swollen cunt. He rolled it in one hand across the marks left behind, and gently comforted in soft strokes against my skin with the other. He cooed, beautiful, obedient, sweet. With a moment of peace, I began to notice how the pressure of the blindfold against the backs of my eyes ached and throbbed in unison with the blood pumping to my pussy. Pain lingered in places that hadn't hurt like this before. His words had said "fly". I felt as though this was as close as I would ever get. His fingers slipped in and out of the wetness of my pussy. The ice had melted against the body heat and I was left still aching for more. The burn of his touch aroused yet again feelings of need. The whispering again, "please, daddy, please..." like a foreign voice from my own tongue. I rolled my hand over his face, like a blind woman, begging ceaselessly. He stopped. He angrily grabbed my hands, pulled them back away from me. "I own you," he shouted. He took the other scarf and bound them back, over my head. For a moment I almost feared him, I bit my tongue, my lips, to shut myself up. "I own you" he came again, pushing his weight over me like an animal. He pulled my legs apart, wide and open, the thighs still wet with myself. "And I'll do what I please with you." Covering my mouth with the palm of his hand and grasping a braid with the other, he pushed his cock inside me, angry, hard. It sent waves of intense pleasure across the ache he had created. Muffled by his hand, he pulled my hair and fucked into me so hard my hands knocked again and again against the headboard. The heavy rattling against the wall must have even surprised hourly customers a thin piece of plaster away. He didn't speak. I couldn't scream, the thud and squeak of the bed, the slap of his flesh on mine. It was like a symphony, the sounds of him fucking me. I could feel the blaze everywhere in sensory overload, the throbbing ache being pushed against, rushing endorphins, creating a burn inside every nerve ending. He let go of my mouth and I gasped. The heat of my own breath trapped had left a ring of sweat from his hand to my face. It smelled of salt and gasoline. "Get on your hands and knees," he ordered. There was no sense of emotion, but he was breathless. I scrambled into position the best I could with hands bound, presenting my raw ass and wet, fucked mess of a cunt. He squeezed my ass cheeks appreciatively, causing sore muscles to tense against the pressure. Pushing over me, he reached down and untied the scarf from my hands and cast it aside. Sliding back over in a trail of sweat, he pulled open my cheeks and slid his cock, wet with my own juices, inside my ass. He was patient on entry, filled me up with his hardness, and laid across my back, grabbing onto my tits. The pulsation from his cock so deep inside me left me moaning. He said patiently, "You'll have to ask." And I begged, "Hard papa. Fuck my ass hard. Please…" Tugging against my chest, he fucked in and out, rapidly, angrily. Neither of us could hold back gasps, cries. He pushed one of my hands to my clit and let me rub it. The fucking made loud slaps against me, my thighs quivering in ache, my fingers rubbing against my swollen clit. The pleasure blazed up to the center of me and gathered there, before it exploded in long waves, coming all the way down to my toes. I struggled for breath, lost grip, and the front of my body caved to the pillow. Shoving a few hard last strokes, he groaned and gripped into my flesh as he came. I was too numb to feel much of anything. Still breathing hard, half collapsed, I felt him pull out. A wash of hot come spilled out of my ass and ran down my legs. He rolled me over, put his face close to mine, and pulled down the blindfold just enough for me to see his eyes. They were luminous, wide, almost watercolor in my blurry unadjusted vision. He kissed me, sweet and soft in one last moment of gentle reprieve. The hands refastened the scarf over my eyes, and his body left the bed to creak at his absence. I could hear the jangle of his belt buckle. While I lay there, quiet, still panting, he said "rest well, my dear" before I heard the clicked lock of the door, echoing like church bells against my ringing ears. "Rest up," he came again, "You'll need it." The footsteps echoed and faded away. He was gone. He'd made no promises to come. I had been blessed. Lucky. Anticipation Pays Off I was lying in her bed waiting, nervously. Waiting for the first kiss; the one that was supposed to change everything. Months of anticipation and planning couldn't even prepare me for the moment. When I came out of my thoughts, I noticed as she looked at me -- at my lips and then back into my eyes again. I watched her. She was playing with my hair and inched a little closer. She slowly leaned in to kiss me. And hesitated just an inch from my lips. I could feel her breath, as I am sure she felt mine. A second later, she kissed me. I felt a surge throughout my body. It was amazing. She kissed me a little harder for a few minutes, and then slowly pulled away. She stared into my eyes and ran her fingers down the back of my neck, then down my spine. I shivered. She then pushed my hair out of the way, lowered her lips to my neck and kissed it, then moved back up to my ear lobe. After a moment of teasing me, she grabbed my thigh and pulled herself between my legs, wrapping them around her. She whispered in my ear, "I want you." Feeling her breath on my ear was so hot. It turned me on even more than I already was – if that was possible. It sent a chill up my spine and I bit my bottom lip. She was on top of me now, straddling me and kissing me. After her hands wandered up and down the sides of my body while she was kissing me, she grabbed my hands and held them down above my head. I moved one of my legs and strategically placed it between hers. With one free hand, she took my glasses off and threw them on the floor. With that same hand, she gently lifted up my head and kissed me again. My leg was still between her thighs at this point and she was gently grinding on it. She was so hot. She let go of my hands for a second and in that instant, I grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back. I climbed on top of her. She tried to get up but I resisted, pushing her shoulders back down onto the bed. I kissed her hard, then got up and looked at her as I ran my fingers through her hair. I breathed into her ear, "Fuck me, Allison." I knew it drove her crazy to not be in control with me asking her to fuck me. I kissed her earlobe and made my way down her neck. I bit it lightly and then took her shirt off. Her skin, so soft, smelled so amazing. I sat up and looked at her for a second before she pulled me back down on top of her and she pulled my hair as she bit my neck and then kissed down to my clavicle. I then leaned down and kissed her and teased her with my tongue while holding her down. Her hands made their way to the small of my back. Her touch made my muscles tighten. She pulled me closer to her and sucked my neck as she moved me onto my side and ran her hand down my body. I shivered slightly again and breathed out. She bit my lower lip and slid her hand under my shirt. Ran her fingers along the seam of my bra. Then she kissed me as she unhooked my bra and pushed me onto my back again, pulling my shirt and bra off. She started grinding against me slowly. My breath became heavy and my pelvis began to thrust under her. She continued to kiss me, teasing me with her tongue, sliding it against mine and then slowly pulling away. After a few minutes of this, she completely pulled away and hovered right above my lips. I know she could feel the heat radiating from me as she pressed her body against mine. If she could get any closer, she'd be inside of me. She knew she was driving me crazy. I secretly loved it. She kept going slowly. She kissed my neck again, knowing that it was my sweet spot. I could feel the blood pulsing through the temple where my neck met my chin and I saw her smile as she lowered her head and sucked it gently. She began to run her fingers gently around my nipple. And kissed down my neck again, to my clavicle, then down to my breast, where her fingers had already made my nipple hard. And she licked my nipple and breathed on it, gently pinching it and kissed me there. While she was doing that, she slowly slid one hand down my leg and ran her fingers along the edge of my jeans, just so that I could barely feel it. She looked into my eyes and then kissed me passionately, as she unbuttoned and slowly unzipped them. She could now feel how wet I was. She said she wanted to be inside of me, but instead of doing anything about it, ran her hands back up my body and pressed my shoulders down and kissed me until it felt like neither of us could take it anymore. She was nearly shaking as I rolled out from underneath her. I pushed her down hard and sat up, and kissed her again as I got on top of her. And she let me. As I was kissing her, I slid my hand down her back and unhooked her bra. I took it off and threw it on the floor. She sighed and I took her hand. Began to kiss her finger tips and took her middle finger in my mouth and sucked it, then bit it lightly. She moaned and I put her hand down, kissing up her arm, moving back to her lips. I kissed her softly at first, then harder, grazing my tongue against hers. I bit her bottom lip and then pulled away for a second, hovering right above her mouth. She moved up to kiss me and I resisted, smiling. It was all about the tease. I held her face and kissed her one more time before moving down to her ear. I breathed on it for a second and then kissed and licked her earlobe. I moved down and kissed her behind her ear, down to her neck, then made my way across her chest. I breathed on her nipple, making it hard, and then kissed it while rubbing the other one with my finger. I began to suck harder, making her moan more. I looked up and her eyes were shut tightly. "I want you so badly," she whispered heavily. "Please, fuck me now, I can't take it anymore." I smiled and moved my face back up to kiss her again – to stop her words. I wanted to make her wait. I noticed how amazingly soft her lips were. While kissing her, I traced my fingers down her chest, down her stomach, and rested them just on her hip. I moved down and undid her belt. After sliding it off, I kissed down her neck, her chest, and her stomach. I licked a line down from her breast to her hips and proceeded to take her pants off. I unbuttoned the top and then stopped and kissed back up to her neck. I sucked on it gently as I grazed her nipple with two fingers. I could feel her pulsating underneath me. It was so hot. At that moment, I decided enough was enough and I pulled her pants off so that I could feel her wetness against mine. I grinded on top of her for a few minutes; our bodies in synch, moving together while kissing passionately. I couldn't imagine anything better. Right then, she must have decided that I wasn't allowed to be on the top anymore and flipped me back onto my back. I thought I had thrown away the pillow princess crown, but apparently, like a halo, it shone through in the dark. She pulled my jeans off and then my underwear and started kissing up from my ankle, to the underside of my knee, to my thigh. She then teased my clit with two fingers as she kissed up to my neck and then straddled me, grinding against me. She pulled my hair as she kissed me. I started to moan and my body was pulsating under hers. She rubbed her clit in circles against mine and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Samantha." I got butterflies. She kept touching me and teasing me until I couldn't take it anymore. I started to breathe faster. Right when I was close, she slowed down. I tried to pull her closer but she stopped and kissed down my neck, down my stomach, and slid a finger inside of her mouth then traced down my body with it. She paused right before reaching my clit and looked up. Smiled. She easily slid her finger inside of me as she kissed my clit and traced her tongue in circles around it, fucking me gently. I was so wet and hot. She slid another finger inside of me and I gasped slightly but let her keep going. She sucked my clit and slid her fingers deeper inside of me. My pelvis rose slightly as she rubbed my G-Spot. I started to lose control. My moaning became louder and my leg began to shake uncontrollably. I started to come as she traced her tongue up and down, then in circles. While she was kissing and sucking me, I felt my muscles tighten and relax around her fingers. I was moaning and my pelvis was thrusting until I finally calmed down. And my breathing slowed a little and became deeper. She slid her fingers out and kissed back up to my neck, and then my mouth. She stopped there for must a moment and looked into my eyes before kissing me softly again. I pulled back and said, "I love you too." Anticipation...Released A droplet of sweat rolls down my neck and slips in between my heaving breasts as I reach for the air conditioner switch. My heart beats rapidly, my breath shallow, not from the heat, but from anticipation. You had kissed me softly before you walked into the hotel room, telling me you had one or two things left to prepare before you came to get me. I reach into my purse and get out my lipstick, applying it to my lips. As the color glides against my lips, I can almost imagine that it is your tongue. I close my lips together, rubbing them to distribute the color evenly as I see you stride towards the car. Slowly our mouths move into a smile simultaneously. You open the car door and I slide my bare legs out towards you. You reach for my hand and assist me out of the car, ever the gentleman. I reach my face up to kiss you; you merely kiss my forehead. "When we get to the door, you need to close your eyes." I agree as we walk, hand in hand towards the hotel room silently. We reach the door. You remind me again to close my eyes. I comply. I hear you unlock the door and open it. Guiding me into the room, you softly close and lock the door behind us. I breathe deeply, smelling sage and flowers. In the quiet room, I hear a thunderstorm beginning. "Odd," I think, "there were no clouds in the sky." "You can open your eyes," you say softly next to my ear from behind me. As I look around the room, I see the source of the heavenly fragrance glowing from every surface in the room. Candles are burning, making it brighter in the room than it was in the late afternoon summer sun. As the sound of the thunderstorm grows louder, I notice it coming from the stereo. I look at the bed and I see pink and red rose petals covering the blankets, one pillow is a small gold box. You walk around to stand in front of me. You reach up with the back of your hand and stroke my cheek gently. "Surprise," you whisper. I lift my face to reply and your lips capture mine in a deep kiss. My comment dies as my mouth comes alive under your kiss and my arms wrap around your neck. I feel your hands slide under my shirt, my skin tingling as your fingers slide softly over my waist. Your fingertips barely graze my skin as they move up; your thumbs rub against the side of swell of my breasts. Without a single touch from you, my nipples strain against the lace of my bra. Your hands slide up to my arms, unwrapping them from your neck, sliding my shirt over them and letting it fall to the floor. You take the backs of your hands and brush them against my breasts, making the nipples harder. I reach down and hurriedly yank your shirt from your pants, sliding my palms up your stomach and up to your chest. When my fingernails scrape across your nipples, you finish pulling the shirt over your head, dropping it on top of mine. I lean forward, letting my breasts touch your rib cage. It reminds me of a scene in a movie just briefly before you crush me against you in a mind-numbing kiss. When I can think even a bit again, I realize you have unclasped my bra and are sliding the straps off my arms. You lean forward and kiss each breast softly as you uncover them. Your tongue flicks lightly over each nipple, making them harder still. Suddenly you stop and step away from me towards the head of the bed. You reach for the small gold box and hand it to me. I look at you questioningly. "Open it," you command me. I comply and inside the tissue paper are six small chocolates. You take one out and lift it to my lips, circling them with the chocolate. As you do this, I smell something and smile slowly as I open my lips and slowly stick out my tongue. You gently place the chocolate on it and watch as my tongue takes it into my mouth. As the taste of the chocolate and raspberry burst in my mouth, I close my eyes and moan softly. Without giving me a chance to finish the delight, you lean in and open my mouth with your tongue, sharing in my bliss, now doubled kissing you. When the chocolate is gone, you lean back your head and say, "I think I now enjoy chocolate and raspberry as much as you." "Ahh," I say, "but now I enjoy it even more." You smile as you sit on the bed and pull me towards you. This time, you take my breast into your mouth as you begin to suck on the nipple, rolling it around with your tongue, teasing it with your teeth. My hands curl into your hair and hold you against me. You move your head to the other breast, marking your return trail with staccato flicks of your tongue along the way. As you take the other breast in your mouth and suck deeply on it, a groan is pulled from me, making you suck harder on it. With one hand, you reach down and slide it up the outside of my thigh. You trace my skin, just under the hem of my shorts. You slide your thumb up when you reach the inside of my thigh and stroke down the length of my wet slit. It is soon joined by the rest of your fingers. With your other hand you reach up and undo the shorts, pulling them down until they fall of their own accord. Naked before you now, you release my breast from your hot, wet mouth and lean forward to run your tongue along the trail blazed by your thumb. Your hands grasp my hips and bring them closer to your mouth. Suddenly you grab me and roll me over onto the bed to lay among the rose petals. You kneel on the floor between my open legs and begin to run your tongue in between my petals. You move it slowly at first, enjoying each drop of wetness coming from within me. When you reach the top of my slit, you stop and suckle my clit. I gasp and grasp the bedspread in my fists, raising my feet to the edge of the bed, opening myself farther for your tongue. You slowly move your tongue down to my opening flower and thrust it in me, flicking it quickly inside me. Then you stop. I feel you leaning back away from me. I start to sit up and see you standing, unbuttoning your own shorts and hurriedly pushing them off you. I smile at your eagerness and at the hard cock that has been released. You stop the spread of my smiling by lowering yourself on me, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I can feel your hot, hard cock against my thigh. I move my leg so that I can wrap both of them around your waist, twisting to pull your cock closer to my pussy. You reach between our bodies and take your cock in your hand, rubbing it along my wetness. You rub it all over my clit, pressing them together. As you did with your tongue, once you've teased my clit, you lower it to the entrance to my pussy. You release your cock and quickly thrust it in me. I lean back my head and groan as you push yourself deep within me. My hands move up your arms, muscles taut now holding your weight from being fully on me. I lightly move them to your shoulders and down your back, now trailing my fingernails along the muscles on your back. You shift; I can feel the muscles ripple under your skin. You take one hand and caress my face and move down to my breast, your fingers rolling the nipple in between them. You replace your fingers with your tongue and mouth, still moving your hand down to my hip and yet farther to my knee. You lift my knee up and begin to move your hips, sliding your cock in and out of the tightness of my pussy faster. Your hand moves to my ankle, lifting it until it rests on your shoulder. You thrust your hard cock deeper in me. You pull yourself until you are almost completely out of me and push again, filling me completely. I cry out your name in pleasure. You continue torturing me with the edge of bliss; when you are about to push me over that edge, you stop and pull yourself completely from me, lowering my leg from your shoulder. You smile wickedly at me as you rise and straddle my breasts, your cock above my mouth. I smile and reach my tongue out to flick the tip of your cock. I taste myself on it and swirl my tongue around it, opening my mouth and taking you in. I reach up with my hands to cup your balls in them as I suck your cock. I massage them as I move my tongue around your hard shaft. I slide my tongue along the base of your cock along the vein to the tip, then blow lightly back down the trail. I wrap one hand around the shaft of your cock as I lightly flick the tip with my tongue. I stroke your cock firmly, then take it deeply again into my mouth, sucking my cheeks against it as I do. You begin to move your hips, trying to fuck my mouth. I moan against your cock, making my mouth vibrate against it. You groan in pleasure. I feel your balls tighten in my light grasp. I lean back slightly, to allow for the cum that I believe is about to enter my mouth. Instead, I feel you pull yourself back. I allow your cock to be released from my mouth, flicking the tip again with my tongue as I look up at you. "Not yet," you say, breathlessly. I see you lean towards the night table, then turn back towards me, rubbing your hands together. A drop of oil falls between my breasts, following the trail the sweat had blazed earlier. You reach down towards my shoulders and begin to massage them gently before moving your oiled fingers to my breasts. Lightly you rub the oil in them and then down to my stomach. You turn away again and bring the oil back. This time, you pour oil into my bellybutton and over my stomach, making me giggle. As I do so, it makes the oil run down my sides, tickling me further. You rub your hands in the oil and spread it down my hips and thighs before turning me over onto my stomach. I feel oil being poured on me again on the small of my back. You move your hands up from the pool of oil to my shoulders and back down to my ass. You massage the oil in here for quite sometime, letting oil drip between my cheeks and down along my ever moistening pussy. You spread my ass apart and run your finger from my clit back around to my ass, making my hips rise from the bed in pleasure. Taking this as acceptance, you move between my legs and thrust your cock deep into my pussy, holding my hips in your hands. You begin to thrust quickly and deeply into me as I push my ass against you, loving the feeling of you inside me this way. I reach under myself and begin to massage my clit as your cock drives again and again in me. It does not take me long to scream your name as you push me over the edge of pleasure, my pussy clamping around your cock. As I tighten around you, I know you are about to come as well. Your thrusts come faster and harder then slow as you move your hips in circles, grinding against me. I hear an indistinguishable groan and feel your cock spasming in me. I feel you cum deep in my pussy as you pull my hips back against you. I feel you reach around me and with my hips still hard against you and you deep inside me, you roll me over. When you finally have me flat on my back, you lower your body on top of me, first removing the rose petals that stuck to my oil and sweat soaked skin. You kiss me deeply and softly. We stay wrapped awhile like this for awhile, feeling each other's breathing and heart rate slowing back to normal. As you stroke my hair and face and neck and heaving breast lightly, I can feel you hardening in me again; and the night of bliss continues until the candles have burned themselves to wax puddles. Anticipation Squared So many thoughts were going through my mind as I sat in the Airport, waiting......It was almost one year exactly since I met Michelle, and now we were finally going to meet. I sat in the back area of the gate where her plane was to arrive. I had a good view of the debarkation area, and I hoped to be able to spot her as soon as she got off. I only knew what she looked like from photos ,and I was worried I wouldn't be able to find her.... The plane arrived on time, and I watched as the line of people streamed onto the gate and into the airport itself. There were families, couples, a few lone passengers....and then I saw her. I stood transfixed as she walked into the concourse, then stopped and looked around. She was gorgeous. I could tell even from a distance and under the long coat that she was wearing that she was very well endowed, her body a dream of soft curves..... Our eyes finally met, and I was immediately swept with overwhelming desire to get this woman alone. We approached and finally embraced. Electricity filled my body as I felt hers press into mine; her scent filling my senses. I stood there and held her tightly, savoring the pressure of our hips together, and the feel of her large breasts pressing into my chest. I backed off a little, and our eyes met. No words were needed; our lips met and our tongues began their hungry exploration. I slipped my hands down her shapely sides, and rested them on her sexy ass. I pulled her even closer to me, I wanted her to feel the hardness and urgency of my erection....... We broke the kiss and headed to the taxi stand, hand in hand. I had already made arrangements at a very local hotel, and my body was burning with animal passion. As we walked our bodies made incidental contact, each touch stoked the fires burning deep within my soul. I have never known such feelings before; my very essence screamed for her touch...... It was a very short ride to the hotel, and we kissed the whole way there. The soft wetness of her mouth, the way her tongue worked with mine.....it was so effortless, so natural. It was though we were made for each other. I opened the door and got out of the cab. I helped Michelle out and couldn't help but notice her legs as she slid over, and then out. She had a pair of high-heeled black ankle boots on, and she was wearing fishnets. I had to get her into our room; I was ready to explode. We strode quickly into the lobby, checked in, and set off for our room. A few minutes later, we arrived. I opened the door and let her in behind me. Then I took the "Do Not Disturb" sign and hung it on the doorknob. The minute the door closed, I flew over to Michelle, who by now had taken off her coat and revealed herself to me. She looked absolutely breathless in the black, sleeveless dress that she had on. The curtains were still drawn closed, and it gave the room a seductive atmosphere. Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed her hard and pulled her close....... Our lips once again met and our tongues danced.....I reached behind her and unzipped her dress, then ran my fingers up her spine to the base of her head. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back slightly, driving my tongue deep down her throat. She gave it right back, sucking hard on mine as I drove deeper and deeper...... I began to haphazardly work the dress off of her sexy frame, but it got hung up on her magnificent breasts. I broke the kiss for a second and pulled away just far enough to brusquely pull the front of her dress down over her cleavage. She had on a black push-up bra, and her sweet tits were practically falling out over the under wire. I gasped and felt my head moving down to them, my tongue tracing a path from her mouth and along her neck. I stopped there and began to nibble on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. My soft kisses soon turned into hard sucking, and I was rewarded with her moans of pleasure...... She reached down and undid my pants, freeing my throbbing cock from its restrictive environment. Her hands were so soft, so warm....she began to play with the head, rubbing it gently as I sucked hard on her neck.........burning with desire, I pulled the rest of her dress down off of her, and took in the sight of her glistening, bald pussy. I dropped to my knees and thrust my tongue between her cunt lips. She spread her legs apart and pulled my face hard into her crotch. I needed no encouragement; I ate her out with reckless abandon. I worked into her so hard that she could no longer stand up. She lowered herself to the floor as my tongue found her other hole. I probed her asshole just as roughly and hard with my tongue as I did her pussy. My fingers began to probe and play with the soft folds of her outer cunt.......her moans were getting louder and more urgent. I stopped abruptly and pulled off the rest of my clothes, and then I attacked her chest. I pulled the bra over her tits and devoured the first one I saw. I moved to her side and began to finger fuck her while I sucked as hard as I could on her sweet tits. I mounted one of her legs and began to dry hump it as I kept up the finger fucking......I was a mass of sexual desire; I wanted to fuck every square inch of her wonderful body.......... I couldn't wait any longer; my cock was throbbing. I had to fuck her....... I reached up and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. Then I lay on top of her, working my hips into hers. She lifted up her legs and spread them even wider. I could sense that she wanted to get fucked as hard as I wanted to fuck her. I slowly worked my cock around her outer pussy, gently probing the entrance. I slowly drove it deep within her cunt, and my whole body began to tremble. I could hear Michelle moan and beg to be fucked...she was urging me to go fast and hard............ I tightened my grip on her wrists and let loose with my hips. I fucked her with a steady, driving rhythm........the room was filled with the noises of passionate sex; the sound of flesh hitting flesh, the squishing sounds of our sweat and juices intermingling.....My mouth once again found my Michelle's and we kissed deeply and passionately as our bodies ground and writhed together........her pussy was so tight, yet so soft and yielding. Our passions rose to that inevitable point of supreme ecstasy and our bodies contorted and spasmed with their orgasms. As I was in the throes of my passion, my eyes locked with Michelle's and I realized that this was where I wanted to be from now on........I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Michelle, exploring our wants and desires.....