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Charlotte's Story Ch. 01

By: charlottesbed



I was going to write about something that happened not long ago, but then I got to thinking that it might not even seem possible if you didn't know the context of how I got to the place where I would do something that decadent, so I decided to sort of start at the beginning and if you few who read this like the beginning, maybe I could write some more and eventually get caught up to now.

I've done my best to get Paul to write this, he's a very good writer and I am not sure I am. But he says that it would be better if I did it. So here goes.

First though, some truth so you don't get all bent out of shape. I put in a fair amount of dialog and it's been a while, so it might not be verbatim. But it's how I remember it so it will have to do as being as close to truth as I can get. Women reading this will probably get it better than the men, since conversation is part of what gets us going. But for you guys, it may be too much talk and thought, and not enough hard core sex. I apologize ahead of time.

So I guess it goes back to when I met Paul. That was nearly two years ago. He was a consultant brought in to review my department and give us an idea of what we could do better. I felt a little threatened, because I found out that he had run my department ten years ago and by every one's description, he had done an amazing job.

I had just been there a year or so, and I was not feeling comfortable with it. This insecure feeling was made worse by the fact that several people in my department had worked for him back then, and they were clearly glad to see him. It was like old home week, except I felt a little left out. But he was a good listener. Not hugely handsome and a good ten years or so older than me, but he was such a good listener that even I began to really like him the couple of weeks he hung around the offices.

When it was done, he came into my office and gave me an overview. Mostly, he was very, very complimentary and I felt a lot better. He gave me some suggestions on how to get past a couple of issues with a couple of problem employees that had worked for him in the past, and a couple of hints of how to deal more effectively with the Vice President just above me.

"You have a slightly submissive streak and you want to please, maybe a little too much." he said. "That can work in the right relationship, but with your Vice President, you need to be a little more assertive."

It was good advice, but that comment just sort of stayed in my mind. That he had seen that about me, that I was too eager to please, bothered me. That had caused me problems in my marriage, and had caused me problems in the two relationships I had had since my divorce.

I had always thought that if I had the right man in my life, my submissiveness would be a good thing, that a man would treasure it and use it in good ways for both of us. I wasn't sure how exactly, it was just a notion I had come to somehow.

That thought didn't get any fainter as I learned more about Paul from others in my department who had known him from before. His was really kind of a sad story. Evidently he had been married to a woman who he was crazy about. "They were in crazy love." one woman told me, who knew them well back then. "She dressed sexy, like all the time, but you could tell she was not advertising, It was all for him. You could just see it in her eyes and her body language. She'd do anything for him. It got us all bothered thinking of what THEIR love life must be like, because you could just tell it was something extraordinary. Frankly, " and my friend's voice dropped real low here, "I always thought she was almost like his own personal love slave. I can't say why. I just thought it was THAT kind of relationship.

We'd all do anything he asked at work. He just has that kind of confidence. But you felt like she'd do anything, and I mean anything for him."

But she had died in a freak accident, and Paul resigned soon after that. They hadn't see him since then. But everyone agreed, he had his confidence back.,

I have to tell you, I got a little tingly hearing all this. But Paul was gone. I'd likely never see him again. I didn't even know where he lived. And no one in my department could tell me.

But I ran into him again at the company Christmas party. Evidently our president did know where to find him and invited him. I watched him make the rounds of the room, and I could see that confidence everyone talked about. And despite the fact that in a picture he might not seem hunky, kind of slim and just under six feet tall maybe, with thin graying brown hair. But that confidence changed everything and I found him.. yes, I admit it, sexy.

He was very warm when he saw me, and he gave me a gentle hug. I admit it, I kind of pressed myself against him a little more than politeness might have called for. We talked and it just kind of came out. "How did you know I had a submissive streak?" I asked.

I don't know what I expected but I didn't expect his answer. It was totally honest and vulnerable. He looked me right in the eyes and said simply. "Something about your manner reminded me of my ex wife, a lot. And she was deliciously submissive. It really worked for us. But I can also see how it was holding you back."

I wasn't sure how to answer. "Deliciously submissive?" I stammered.

"She did anything I desired."

I was just dumbfounded. I didn't even know what to say. I was in such unexplored territory. But my mind was racing. "How... How did it work for you." I asked him, stunned that I was having THIS kind of conversation with someone who was pretty much a stranger for me.

"It takes total trust." he said. "It wasn't something we jumped into. She had to fully believe I would never put her in a dangerous or bad place, that I would try to make sure that her fantasies came true in a safe place, and then , slowly, as she felt that trust, she began to turn herself over to me more and more. After a few years, she trusted me enough, she slowly turned over full control of her life to me. She functioned fine, had a good responsible job, was bright and assertive in the world., But alone, or when we traveled, she was mine and our life together was extraordinary."

"You miss her."

"I did. But it's been a long time. I have a good life now. I don't actively miss her. But I am aware I had someone uncommon. I saw a spark of that in you, that's all."

"I'm not that submissive."

He looked at me. It was scary, like he could see someplace deep in me. "Actually, I think you are, that you went to the limit with someone and it backfired on you. I think that's harmed your ability to trust. But I think it's there."

THAT shook me. That is what had destroyed my marriage. I had, five years earlier, given in to my now ex-husband's desire to have a threesome. I hadn't resisted because I didn't like the idea, I just wasn't sure he could handle it. But I so wanted to please him that I eventually gave in. The sex with a strange man thing was so hot, and for one night, I was just two men's sex toy, being taken any way they wanted me, sucking them, taking them anywhere and as often as they could handle. It was amazing, but in the end, my husband's jealousy over it blew us apart. Paul could not have known that, but he had hit the mark. And I think he knew it.

"I'm sorry." he said, and I could see he was. We shifted to other things.

In fact. we talked all night. After the party he took me for coffee and desert, And we talked some more. This conversation was more conventional, but my mind always kept going back to what he said, to that night five years earlier, all over the place. And we ended up in my bed at the end of the night.

Oh my goodness he pleasured me. I think every inch of me was touched, kissed, and he spent so much time with his head between my legs, making me come again and again. I was limp, and still, I'd come again and again. Just when I thought I could not take any more, he moved back up to my breasts and almost immediately, I was crying out again. I felt overwhelmed. I think I cried with pleasure, but I could not tell you for sure. I was limp at the end, and he had not come yet.

"I have to take care of you." I said.

"It can wait." he said.

But I found I was almost desperate to bring him off. My desperation surprised me, but I could not deny it. "Please. Let em do something."

I know he could tell I had to bring him pleasure. I had to. "OK," he said, "Do this." He arranged me on the bed, lying on my back, my head just over the edge of the bed. He stood up. and brought his cock just up to my lips. "Open your mouth." he said. I did.

He began to slide it in. "Just let me take you slowly like this." he said. And he began to slide it slowly in and out. Just the head at first, them a little more after a few thrusts, then a little more and a little more. I could see the look of pleasure on his face. He sped up slowly, and after a short while, he was absolutely fucking my mouth. I think, despite being so tired, I could feel and sense his cock like I had never experienced one before. I could feel his excitement grow. I began to realize he would probably come in my mouth.

Like he could read my mind, he asked "Do you want me to." I wasn't sure at first, but then I knew I wanted him to, because I wanted to please him. I nodded, just slightly as he slowed down just a bit.

With that nod, he sped up. And then it came, his hotness salty down my throat. He cried out pushing again and again until he was drained.

I had not been sure, because I had never let a man come in my mouth before. Don't ask me why I had never felt comfortable doing that one thing before, but I had,. and now, for this man I had been in bed with one night, I let him bend my head back and just plain take me until he came. And I liked it. I was still savoring the taste of him as moved and we curled up together in bed.

So that is how it began for Paul and me. Time for me to go. Paul should be here to go out tonight and I have to get dressed.

Charlotte.

Charlotte's Story Ch. 02



Well, you guys were so nice on my first story, that I have screwed up my courage to go on. Like the last one, I have to give you the disclaimer on the dialog. This was some time ago, over 18 months ago now, and so the dialogue is how I remember it. Other than that and maybe some small details I mess up, it's true.

So... my last story ended after the Christmas party where Paul and I got together, or as the younger people say nowadays, "hooked up.". That night could have easily ended up as a one night stand, considering how fast it all came together, and I was so sure that it would be. I mean, I bet other women in my age range (over forty, alas) can relate to that really hot night, and then being left to wait and ultimately not hear back from a guy. So I wasn't counting on anything.

But Paul called me the same day, at lunch, and we had dinner that night, with sex for the last course, and then the next night. It was like, an every night thing. And in between, we talked and talked. There was SUCH a connection there. I was overwhelmed (in a good way) by it. Seriously pinching myself at how good this all felt.

Then on the night before New Year's Eve, we were talking over dinner. He told me he had to go to New York City to a New Year's Eve party being put on by one of his best clients. He asked me if I would like to go. We would fly up early the next morning. I had the day off and said yes as fast as a woman could say yes. At seven we were at Byrd Field and an hour and a half later, a cab was taking us to our room overlooking Time Square. He obviously had known of this party all along and already had a room in place. I mean, who can get a room on Times Square on New Year's Eve.

So at ten in the morning, we drop our bags in the room and I realize I have forgotten the ultimate woman's question: What do I need to wear. I had a nice dress, but when I asked him what to wear, he smiled. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

His smile told me that was a loaded question and I thought about it a moment before I answered. I thought about all our conversations, and how he treated me in public and privately. I thought about how much I had already come to love pleasing him and so I nodded, which brought a big smile to his face.

"Give me a few minutes to make some calls." He went into the bedroom, shut the door, and I could hear him on the phone. He was in there maybe ten minutes or so. Then he came out. He had three small pieces of paper from the room note pads. I could see a big number on each one. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. And an address and name.

"I have to visit my client for a few hours." he said. "Go visit these places in the order I have them and they will take care of you. Follow their advice and I promise you, you will shine tonight at the party. Take all day if you want. I won't get back till 8 or so." And he handed me the pieces of paper, gave me a kiss.

The first place was a spa. They gave me a facial, did my nails, gave me a pedicure. I was really liking the way this was going. I felt totally pampered when I left, and it was only a little after noon.

Number 2 was a dress shop. The woman there gave me a look and smiled. "A perfect 12." she said with this kind of European accent and with a joyous smile, as if that was the best size in the world for a woman. "And with such a nice waist! Paul was right about his choice. Let's try some things on." Some things turned out to be a variety of black pencil skirts. I don't even know why I tried on more than the first one because the first one she handed me fit as if it was made for me. I was a little embarrassed at how well it fit in fact, but I liked it. I tried to pay, but she would not allow it. "Paul has taken care of it." she said, with a sparkle in her eye.

So then it was off to the next store, less than a block away. This one was a shoe store. And yes, I am so much the stereotypical woman when it comes to shoes. I love them. I asked, as the note told me to, for Clara, who turned out to be a tall Indian woman. I told her who she was and she broke into a smile that lit up her eyes. "Show me what you will be wearing." she said, and I pulled out the skirt.

"Any colors with the top?" she asked. And I realized I didn't have a clue. So I played it safe and told her I was looking for something simple and black, and in almost no time I had three amazing sets of high heel pumps to choose from. I chose a pair I loved and was stunned to find they were Jimmy Choo heels. Honestly, I love shoes, but never thought I would own a pair. I have a very average kind of job by the way. But I was beginning to enjoy this.

Stop number four was a hair parlor. Seve was the hairdresser I had to ask for and be breezed in all gay sweetness and enthusiasm and took me to his room. That;'s right, his room. These guys didn't have a section on a counter, they had actual rooms. He sat next to me, his fingers playing with my hair and asked me if I wanted it up or down. I looked at the sophisticated things I had so far, and went for an updo. Two hours later, I had amazing hair. "Paul has taken care of it." he told me, just like every one else.

I was beginning to enjoy this. Then it was all to a Merle Normal shop where the woman doing my face was ancient, but her makeup was perfect. I looked in the mirror and could hardly believe my eyes. I Looked young!

I could hardly wait for the last stop. It grabbed a cab and it took me to... a corset shop. Wait a minute, I said to myself. The last stop? Something's missing! Like a top! But I took a deep breath and went in. I told him I trusted him and I had to go forward. Besides, this was New York, and no one knew me here. The woman there, when I told her who I was, gave me a close look. "Turn around." she said, and I did. "Show me what Paul bought for you." she said, and as she said it, I began to feel like a kept woman, or how I expected an escort to feel, like I was dressing for his pleasure totally, and I have to tell you, it was a hot feeling for me. I felt more totally his in that moment after just a week with him, than I had felt in my marriage of nearly ten years. I showed her what I had and she had me try on the shoes, spin around, and nodded. "Paul was right. I know just the thing."

Five minutes later she came out of the back room with a black brocade corset. I went to try it on. "No need." she said. "It is perfect and it will fit perfect. I know these things. Here, take these stockings too. They will finish it off perfectly.

Then it was off to the room again. Seven O'clock. Paul would be there to get me in an hour. I went back, and there was a note at the front desk for me. From Paul. "Welcome back." it said. "Please wear everything I bought you today, and nothing else. Trust me. You will be perfect.".

Shoes, skirt, a corset and stockings. No blouse. No panties. I didn't know whether I wanted to kill him or play with myself because I was so turned on. This was a kind of naughtiness I had read about on some of the sites I visited, but it's NOT the kind of thing I had ever done before, either during my marriage or after. It was so not part of my character.

I undressed first, and seeing myself in the mirror, I felt like I had to do something. I didn't want to take a shower or bath because it would mess up my makeup, but I decided I had to do something else I had never done before. I had to shave my pubic area. I needed to feel as smooth as my outfit to feel right, somehow. I was scared I might cut myself or he might not like it, but I had to do it. And so I lathered myself up with my favorite vanilla shampoo and oh so carefully shaved. After I was done, I could not help touching it myself.

I liked it. It looked and felt like silk. And I felt like a call girl. As far as I knew, no one did that except as a sexy enticement. Whores did it. Porn stars did it. And women who acted like sluts did it. And now me. I was totally turned on and played and touched and probed till I came. I just had to.

I put everything on. I was amazed at how the corset looked like a sleek top and went with the skirt to create a finished looking elegantly sexy outfit. I played with the lacing a good bit to find the right blend of sexy pushup, narrow waisted without looking too trashy. Trust me when I say it's a very close balance.

But as I finally got it right, with my breasts held out just so, and my waist a bit narrower than normal, and I clipped on the stockings to the corset, Then put on the skirt, feeling my nakedness beneath it all. Then at last the shoes.

Then I looked at myself in the mirrors that lined one wall. OMG! I looked so good. I could hardly believe it. I looked good and felt sexy like I had never felt before. I was half turned on despite having come already once. Then I heard Paul come into the room. I could see his approval immediately.

The party was close by and we spent all night there seeing the New Year in among strangers. And I experienced something else I had never experienced before. Men looking at me with lust. Not just one or two, but lots of men in good suits, men of substance looking at me with admiration and clearly wishing they were with me instead of their wives and dates. As Paul introduced me to them, some were polite, and some were a bit forward, looking me over in detail, or pulling me close than what I would consider normal as they gave me a polite cheek kiss, their hands on my hip, or a little lower.

I have read about women put on display like that, but I never had thought of MY being the object like that. I was turned on beyond anything I imagined could be possible. I mean,l totally crazy over it. Paul was always nearby, always touching me somewhere as these men of position and power (or at least I imagined them to be that way.) were thinking about me, and what I looked like less dressed. It was crazy hot. And the more we all drank, the hotter I got. By midnight, I was so ready to get back to the room.

We hit the elevator and I was all over Paul. Kissing him and pulling him to press against me as we kissed. I could feel his cock, still a little unfamiliar to me after only a week, hard against me. We barely got inside before I was unzipping the skirt and letting it fall to the floor. I undressed him faster and more frantically than I think I had ever undressed a man before in my life. And we never made it to the bed. I had him on me, humping me hard on the sofa, first with him on top, then I turned and he took me doggy style. There was not tenderness in this, it was just plain lust and I had little in the way of reserve left. I had been polite as long as I could be. I came soon after he took me from behind and he just pounded at me until I came a second time, and collapsed, gasping for breath. Then I moved to the bed. I still had on my corset and shoes, and I remember tossing one my shoes on the bed and climbing slowly on. Talk about rag doll. That was me. I heard him snap a picture before he got on the bed with me.

I felt him caress my curves along the corset, until he got to my bare backside. I laid there, so incredibly satisfied.

"You aren't done yet." I heard him say in a soft, but firm voice. I looked at him and he guided my hand down to his crotch. I felt him still hard, and looked down, where he was glistening with my juices, and I realized he had not come yet. I looked at him and as if he read my mind, my wondering what he wanted me to do, he said simply, "your mouth.".

I got up on all fours on the bed, my mouth close to his cock, smooth, shaved and swollen red. "Lick it." he said. And I did, slowly up and down his shaft. I knew he was watching. In one short week I had already come to understand that he liked to watch me pleasure him. I licked his shaft, his balls,

"Now, suck it gently." he said. And by now, I was excited at how I was bringing him pleasure. I wanted to show off for him. I took his cock head in slowly, and backed off. Doing it slow like that, I found I was somehow more aware of the feel of his cock, of the little nubs at the edge of his cock head, the velvet hardness of his head. I became aware of texture, of his taste, His hips began to move slowly and I let him slide himself into my mouth at his own pace, in and out, in and out, slowly, but deeper, deeper.

Then he pulled out, and pulled me to him. I was surprised, but still wet as he repositioned me reverse cowboy and pushed me down on him. There was no slow working in, he pushed me down hard and it was almost like shock to be filled so hard and fast. I gasped, cried out in pleasure. Still pumping, he whispered. Play with yourself. I suddenly remembered - there were mirrors on one wall and he was watching my own excitement.

I reached down and gently touched my clit just as his arms reached up and his hands cupped my breasts, his fingers on my nipples and that was it. So much stimulation at once. My body just went wild and the orgasm rose and hit me hard like nothing I had ever experienced. I was out of control, crying out as he pumped me and pumped me, wave after wave of orgasm until suddenly I felt his hips rise and felt myself become terribly full as his hands pushed hard on my hips and he came, hard, I swear I could feel his come hot inside me. I was crazy sensitive and he was unrelenting in his last spasms.

Afterwards, I collapsed on him,. My back against his chest. Both of us gasping for breath. I realized how much the whole day had been one big build up for the moment just passed. Everything, the clothes, all the preparation, the corset, the spa, hair and makeup, the being oogled at the party. And most of all, just being told precisely what to do, like some kind of call girl. It was all part of it, part of what made the sex reach to such a climax. It was.... amazing.



Charlotte's Story Ch. 03



Another step. My third, and I continue to be amazed and grateful for all of you and your kind words. You who have read the first two understand these things happened a while ago, about 18 months or so ago, and the dialog part is how I remember it, probably not exactly as it was. But otherwise, this should be pretty true to what happened. For you who are new to me, now YOU know too. 

This one begins about 6 weeks after the last one. It's closing in on Valentine's day and after nearly two months with Paul, we are starting to know each other. He, of course, seemed to see into me almost from the first, but now we both have time with each other and experience that can transform sex into lovemaking. I think sometimes, people see submissive-dominance in terms of merely control and power and sex, but what I was learning with Paul, that it can be about something else, about trust, and about going to the depths of who we are. 

I am a pleaser, and Paul saw that. He could have used me and abused me and I'd probably have still hung in there with him. But he didn't do that. Outside of our sex play, he always lifted me up, encouraged me to grow and be my own person. Anyone who saw us together in my hometown of Richmond probably thought we had a very equal kind or relationship. I'm the vibrant one and he's the quiet one. He lets me be professional, take the lead in social situations, and my girl friends all oohed and ahhed at how nice he was to me. They didn't know that on the nights we are going to see each other, he was already picking the lingerie I wore underneath, or that when we did something special, he chose my clothes. They had no idea that in bed, I felt, even in the couple of months together, that it was my place to please him. After ten years of a marriage where my ex could have cared less what I wore or did or looked like or offered him, Paul's enthusiasm and sense of adventure was exciting. 

Paul planned a trip to the Gulf Coast, near Tampa, for Valentine's. Three days and two nights away in the warmth of Florida in February. Heaven! And heaven for another reason too. I had already picked up that when we went out of town, things were different. In town, I picked my clothes (except for what was underneath) and I tend towards the conservative. I fit right in in Richmond. Most of you would probably not look twice at me, just another forty couple year old working woman downtown. We never play or show off close to home. But twice now, first on New Years (which I wrote about earlier) and once a couple of weeks later, we had gone out of town and both times he dressed me sexier than I would ever do at home. I was on display, for him, and for men where ever we went out.

That I enjoyed it so much was a surprise to me. My southern girl roots didn't allow for that kind of behavior. My baptist upbringing told me that flaunting it was slutty, was wrong. Yet.... I had to admit I liked it. A lifelong wallflower, I was beginning to realize how much of sexiness is in the presentation and attitude. I liked having men look at me like that. I could get the thrill of it, and still have the safety of being Paul's woman, and knowing I'd be safe with him. 

We got into Tampa late the night before Valentine's and picked up our rental car and he took me to the hotel. I was half excited already, just in anticipation. We got to the hotel, a nice place on the waterfront with balconies overlooking the Gulf. I remember there was a glow in the west where the sun was setting over the water. We were beat and flaked out totally, despite my excitement. When I woke up, Paul was on the balcony. I slipped on a robe and joined him. He patted his lap and I sat him it, I as I did, he parted the bottom part of my robe so my naked bottom was on his lap. I could feel his hard cock through his shorts. His hands slipped under my robe to my breasts. 

There were a couple of people on the beach, just below us. They weren't paying attention, and a good thing as I gave myself to the feel of his hands cupping me, his fingers on my nipples. I was getting damp, then wet. He was kissing the back of my neck. It was all gentle and unrelenting, and I could feel that tenseness building inside me. I gave myself to his hands, to his touch. I don't think anyone was watching, but honestly, I don't know. I had my eyes closed and just enjoyed, feeling the orgasm slowly growing until it washed over me in a wave. I managed not to cry out, but it was hard. 

But he wasn't done with me. 

I felt his hands slide down my side to my hips. He urged me up and I lifted my bottom up and reached down with one hand, the other one holding the top of the robe closed. I reached down and found his cock, pulling it out from his loose shorts, and guiding it to me. I felt his cockhead pushing against me and let myself lower back down. 

I may have been wet, but I was still tight and the feel of his cock as it went in all at once like that took my breath away. I was suddenly full of his hardness and he began to grind, slow and steady. I leaned back against him, careful to hold my robe, but feeling each of his hip pumps like something electric. I must not have come all the way down from my first orgasm because I felt another rising. How long did we sit there, his hips pushing his shaft into me, the angle stimulating me almost each time he pushed in. This time I could not help it. I felt the tension, I knew it was going to be big, almost too big. I told myself as it rose that I had to be quiet. I was in public, but when it came, I could not help myself, and a soft moan escaped as it washed over me. The sound of my uncontrollable moan must have done it for him, because I felt his hot cum at just that moment. 

Had anyone who looked up known what we were doing, or did we just look like any other couple in robes, taking in the early morning sun on the gulf, I had no idea. I just enjoyed the aftershocks and he kept up his slow pumping, until I felt his cock losing it's hardness and finally slip out. 

With that, we went back into the room. I thought we might shower together, but he guided me to the bed and I let the robe drop as I got on. He climbed next to me and we began to kiss. Guys, know this, a good kisser is the sexiest thing ever, and Paul is a great kisser. I don't know how long we kissed before he began to kiss his way down my body, down my neck, my shoulders, between my breasts, down my tummy, until he we between my legs, his lips and tongue were always active, always teasing, It had been a day or two since I had shaved and his lips and tongue seemed to stimulate me even more as they played against my clit and the short stubble. It felt electric. I began to whimper. Finally in the privacy of my own room, I could let myself go, which was good. I am a whimperer, moaner, at times I cry out, and after having to be so quiet on the balcony, the release of being able to let it out was wonderful. 

I have no idea how long he kissed and licked kissed me, but it was a long time, The build up this time was super slow, but I could tell it was goint to be intense. As it got closer, I was whimpering again, think I was crying out "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." over and over. I was trying to hold it back, to let the pleasure last, but finally, there was no holding back. With a really loud "OH GOD!" it washed through me, an amazing, body wrenching orgasm that left me out of control, grinding my hips against his face. When it finished, I was spent, and it was still just late morning, But I was done. He climbed back next to me and I fell asleep spooned and content. 

When I woke up he was gone. But there was a note on the table. "Your clothes are in the bathroom. See you at 7." I looked at the clock. It was four. Plenty of time. 

I went into the bathroom and there was a whole new outfit. Only the shoes were something I owned. Everything else was new. There were my favorite Victoria Secret pumps. A black pencil skirt. A red and black frilly shelf bra. and a black silk blouse. No panties. No stockings. 

I can take a hint. I began my bath. I love a long slow, hot bath and the hotel had bubble bath beads that smelled of roses and I soaked for an hour or so, refilling the tub with hot steamy water. I shaved myself extra smooth all over, the way I know he likes. Then I dried my hair. and got dressed. It wasn't until I got the blouse on that I realized he had clipped off two of the buttons. WIth the shelf bra lifting my 38C breasts, I had an embarrassingly viable amount of cleavage. Obviously I was going to be on display for the night. I thought about the last night he had displayed me in public and began to get excited all over again. 

Paul showed up a few minutes before seven. He smiled approvingly when he looked me over. I love when I know he likes the way I look. I just love it. He was in black pants, white shirt, and a dark gray sport coat. He kissed me then stepped back. "Perfect." he said. "Just needs one more thing.". He went to his suitcase and pulled out... a blindfold. A silk one. He put it on. 

"You are going to be blindfolded all evening." he said. "You'll have to trust me for everything.". 

I was a little scared, but I did trust him. He led me out of the room, and took my arm and led me to the elevator, through the lobby. He set me into the rental car and drove me somewhere. I am not sure where but it was about a half hour away, which means it could have been anywhere, on the beach or even in Tampa. He stopped somewhere and let me out of the car. I heard him give the keys to a valet for parking and he told me that the guys, all college kids, were looking me over like hungry young men. 

And that was the way the evening went. He fed me, Served me drinks. I found myself getting slightly drunk. All night he told me that this man and that man was looking at me. He was always touching me as he told me. He described the young man who was our waiter and how he could not keep his eyes off my cleavage. I felt more exposed than I could imagine. Excited in a way that is hard for me to explain. I think then, if he had told me to do anything with anyone there, I would have been powerless to resist. I think he knew it, but that is not what he had in mind. Not this night. 

By the time we were done, we had had a lot of wine. It was late. He put me in the car and put the top down. I could feel the wind on my hair, and blowing down open blouse as he pulled out of the parking lot. We drove a few minutes and then he stopped. I heard him unzip his pants. He unsnapped my seat belt, and he pulled me over. I realized what he wanted very quickly, and I moved so I was on my all fours, and could give him head. 

I can't imagine what I must have looked like in my skirt, on all fours, my head in his lap. I didn't care. I wanted to do whatever pleased him at that point. I took my time, I licked, kissed, sucked softly. I know he likes it slow and I did it slow as he drove. Somehow, I seemed to feel every detail of his cock in a way I don't normally. I felt the velvety head, the little nubs around the head, the swollen veins in his shaft. One of his hands reached up and undid more buttons on my blouse and I felt the silk flapping in the wind. But my focus was his cock. I knew he could not stand it long, and I was right, he soon began to pump my mouth. In the dark, blindfolded, so vulnerable on all fours, I felt totally his. 

And he came hard. Harder than normal. I could taste his salty cum, hot, shoot into my mouth, I felt so satisfied, to have done what he wanted, no matter how outrageous. He kept pumping my mouth and I sucked and licked him clean, then shifted back and sat in my seat. "Can I button my blouse now?" I asked him. 

"Yes."

"Can I take off my blindfold?"

"No."

And we drove back to the hotel, back to the room. Then he let me remove it.

Paul never did tell me where we were, whether it was in public or in a secluded place. And every time I think of it, I am surprised that I let him do that with me, so soon into the relationship. But I did! And though I did not know it then, he had more plans in mind for me. 

Charlotte.



Charlotte's Story Ch. 04



By now some of you know that these are real, but that they happened a while ago, so the conversation part of this is all about reconstructing from memory. The rest is pretty much as it was. I so suck at fiction, I learned, so I write from life. 

This story, just my fourth, happened soon after the last one. It's a smaller story, but looking back, I realize it was part of my movement to the submissive woman I am now, so I thought I would include it. 

So.... it was a day after Valentines. I was worn out from the day before, and my mouth was a bit tender and bruised from the hard pumping blow job I had given Paul the night before. Fortunately we had nothing planned. Paul had hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the hotel room door, and we were lazing. The glass door to the balcony was open and I could hear the Gulf waves on the beach. I was very content as we lay naked in the bed with no sheets, letting the morning air blow over us. It was all very romantic. 

"Where do you think all this will lead?" I found myself asking. 

"All what?"

I waved my hand vaguely in the air. "All this. You totally call the shots on our sex life now. Don't get me wrong, I love it. I never have to wonder if I please you. I love knowing you love what I wear, what I do, how I do it. But I am not blind. I also know that you are moving me somewhere. You are taking my sexuality more public every month. I show off more than I ever thought I would. I dress sexier than I ever thought I would dare. That thing on the balcony yesterday morning, with you in me right there in the day light, with my roble clutched around me? I NEVER would have considered doing that before you. Yesterday, I didn't hesitate. We've only been together a few months. I am starting to be scared of where you are leading me."

He pulled me to him and gave me a tender little kiss. Slow and soft. "I am not leading you anywhere. I am seeing where you want to go, then giving you permission to let down your barriers and do it."

"But you tell me what to do."

"Have I ever asked you to do anything you didn't want to do?"

I thought a moment. "No."

That's because as I get to know you, I get a sense of what you really want, deep down inside. I have no idea what you will or won't do ultimately. But I am beginning to believe you have few limits to what you would do sexually. And I am right, the next few years will be amazing."

We fell asleep. Then woke and showered and drive to the airport. The conversation played back in my head over and over. On the flight, I feigned sleep, but I could not get it out of my mind. When we got to my house, I invited him in. Over coffee I brought up the subject again. 

"You really think I might do anything?"

He nodded. 

"What's anything?"

"I've watched you as you dressed sexy and were watched by other men. You liked it. I've watched you as you were tied, and you liked that. I can see you slowly moving towards a threesome, or more. Maybe a woman. Maybe more. I can see you tied and stripped. I can see you in all sorts of situations. Like I said, I am not sure you have limits. You might, I just don't see them yet."

"I find that frightening."

He smiled. "But exciting?"

"How did you know?"

"I could see your breath getting just a little heavier. I pay attention to everything my dear."

"I don't think I could leap into it, more than one person I mean."

"then we could ease into it. I am in no hurry. I love you whether you do or don't. No pressure."

"How would I start?"

"By showing off, I imagine. Maybe a webcam."

"With a stranger?"

"You have someone in mind?"

"No."

I let it drop, but all the next couple of days it haunted me. The idea of it, that is. Not that I wanted anyone but Paul, but the idea that HE thought I could go that far. Thursday night we were in bed and he asked me if I ever wondered what it would feel like to have a really large cock in me. I was glad it was dark because I had wondered, all through the week, He laughed, and pulled me up from the bed. We went to his computer setup, which is extensive, and got on line to our favorite wife site. 

Confession time. I discovered this site when I was married, courtesy of my ex husband, and I have been fascinated by it ever since. I know it's not mainstream to post pictures of yourself on line, or to chat with strangers, or IM with them. But that there is even such a thing just always got me going. I had confessed my little obsession to Paul weeks earlier, and he didn't flinch. And he took me right there. He posted one picture, just one, and guys were popping all over Yahoo to chat with me. It was crazy! But Paul had me narrow it down to men with 9" cocks. That DOES narrow the field a bit. 

He had me move the camera so it only caught my chest, and left my breasts bare. I had shown a lot of cleavage before, but this was different. I felt totally exposed. Unsure. Yet unable to say "no."

The man we settled on was young. A college boy from U Va. Knowing he was that close made the playing even more exciting. Paul directed the show. He had me play with my nipples while the young man watched, and I got to see him stroke his cock. My God it was big. I didn't think there really were many that size, meaty and swollen. I found myself talking about what it must feel like having that size thing in me, and we both found ourselves excited. The young man came hard and I gasped at the amount of cum he shot out. Thinking of that in me, I was nearly over the hump and Paul knew it. 

"touch yourself." he said. and adjusted the camera so the young man could see. 

I did. I was already wet and swollen and I began to play. I sensed Paul leave and come back, but all I could do is look at the young man's cock slowly grow hard. It was slow, but to think that so soon, the sight of my bare pussy was doing this to him just made me more excited. Then Paul interrupted. 

"Here." he said. He handed me a dildo, It was huge, like the young man. I hate to admit it but I had never seen a dildo in person, but here was this huge cock shaped thing. It was hard to believe it would even go in. "It's the same size as him." Paul said. "He'll like knowing how he would fit."

He would? I would too. I placed the head of it next to my pussy, and began to work it in slowly, pumping it slowly like Paul pumps me. It was thick, so thick and the pressure of it had me whimpering as I slowly spread myself to take it. 

"Deeper" Paul said, and I pushed it deeper in with each thrust. I could see the man's cock on the computer monitor even harder than before. His voice was husky as he kept saying "I don't believe it." again and again. Finally I pushed it all the way in, the flat of my hand holding it in as my hips pumped it. I was nearly crying in pleasure. The size, the helplessness, the idea of being watched by someone not far down the road. It was all so crazy. Then I saw the young man shoot again and that was it, I came, crying out loud with pleasure. 

Paul switched the camera off. I was limp. I wanted to do something to please him, but he knew I had been overwhelmed by it all. I was wondering if he was right, that I might just do anything he asked. I reached for his cock as the large thing was still in me.

"Tomorrow." he said. "I think you are spent now, and I want all of you to pleasure me in the morning." I couldn't even argue. I just followed him to bed, and fell asleep spooned next to him, visions of what I had just done filling my dreams.



Charlotte's Story Ch. 05



This may be shorter than some of my other stories, just because the episode was so short, but for me, it was very telling. And it was another step forward, or down, or however it is that you see my life moving as I share these with you. Like my other stories, this is true, but the dialog is as I remember it, probably not as it actually was. It was, after all, 18 months ago and blonde that I am, I sometimes can't remember something that happened a week ago with any accuracy. 

This one took me totally by surprise. Breathtakingly so. But it also showed me that Paul had another side, and that he was prepared to arrange things to help my, and his, fantasies come true. I began to realize after this, that anything could happen, with him in my life. 

It was March, one of those really nice early spring days you get that is almost summer like, even though winter has just barely left. I was outside on my patio, reading one of the romance novels I have read since I was a teenager. You know the kind they call "bodice" rippers. Paul's often teased me about them, given my submissive nature, but I like them and always have. 

Paul called. He had been looking for land out in Goochland County. He wanted somethng private, with a large old fashioned barn he could remake into a house and put his studio into. He was excited. He had found what he thought was the perfect place. Could I be ready in half an hour to go look at it with him? I told him he could come on over, that I was ready now. 

"No, you're not." he said. And I could tell from the tone in his voice that he was up to something. I got that warm shiver that I get when I realize something special was up. "Go to your back bedroom. There is a box from Taboo in there. Change into what's there. See you in half an hour."

I practically ran into my spare bedroom. When had be put the box there? What was in it? I wondered. Taboo is a lingerie shop on Broad Street. It doesn't specialize in sweet and romantic lingerie. it's more the wild and crazy kind of place. What kind of game was he playing with me?

I got there and pulled out the box. It was a plain white box. The box had two stickers on it from Taboo. I used my nails to cut through the tape and opened the box. There was a dress in it. Noting particularly risky or wild like I would have expected. A dark blue dress with a black print on it. Buttons down the front. Just my favorite length, about to the knee. I could wear that dress anywhere. I was more puzzled than ever. Why THIS dress? 

There was lingerie inside too. A white lace shelf half bra, and matching panties. And my favorite black pumps from Victoria's Secret that he had somehow snuck in there. 

I had no idea why this outfit, but it what he told me to wear, and I hastily put it on. I was already freshly bathed and my hair was, well maybe not perfectly done, but it looked nice with my curls falling down to my shoulders. I looked good in the outfit, but I was beginning to get used to that. More and more Paul had been buying my clothes for me and he seemed to have an innate sense of what looked good. The dress had a V neck, but just enough so you could see some of the cleavage of the half bra, but not so much you saw everything. 

Paul was right on time. He smiled as he saw me and nodded his approval and we drove to Goochland. We talked about everything, his work, my work, the book I was reading. It took about a half hour to get there. 

It was perfect. A hundred fourteen acres with a big, old fashioned barn on the property. He took me through the barn, upstairs and down and explained what he thought he could do in the conversion. As we came down the stairs he asked me "Do you realize how vulnerable you are here?"

I shook my head. 

"No one could hear you. I could do anything to you."

My breath began to speed up. I could feel my nipples growing hard against the silky blue and black print material of the dress. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard. I kissed back and felt excitement grow. "I could rip of your dress and ravish you right here." he said. 

"Just like in my novels." I said, teasing him. 

"Just like that." he said, and he reached for the collar of my dress and yanked. 

What I did not know is that he was working with a theatre group as one of his clients, and had arranged with the costumer to modify the dress to be what they call a "tear away". In that instant, as he yanked, the dress ripped right off of me. I was standing there in the late afternoon sunshine, in my white half bra and panties, still in my heels. I was breathless, unable to believe what had just happened. I felt helpless and excited and in that spit second as my mind was trying to adjust, he reached up and pulled my bra, which also fell apart with his pull. 

I don't think I had ever felt so exposed or so helpless. 

Paul pushed me against the side of the barn and it was as if I had no will of my own. I heard him unzip his pants, and with another rip, my panties were off and his cock was pressed between my legs. 

The feeling of it, as it pushed in, was unlike anything I had experienced. My body was instantly excited, even if my mind was still trying to grasp what was happening. He pushed in and I cried out, feeling the rough timber of the barn wall against my back, his body pressed against my front and his cock swollen and hard, inside me. 

I was ravished. I don't have another word for it. He held me against the barn, now wearing nothing but my high heels and he took me, plunging in and out, in and out, like a madman consumed with lust. I whimpered, I cried out, and just before he did, I came, my cry echoing through the woods as I fell limp against him. He was still all dressed. I was nearly naked except for my shoes. I could see the remnants of my clothes strewn on the ground around us. 

When we could get our breath back, he pulled away, "Now you know what it was like for the women in those books." he said. I did indeed. 

Fortunately, he had more clothes for me in the trunk of his car. We drove back, holding hands as he drove. Both of us smiling. We didn't talk much (and of you know me, you know how rare that is!), and we ended up in bed that afternoon again, for more tender loving. But that afternoon? I'll never forget it. 

Oh, and Paul bought the barn.



Charlotte's Story Ch. 06



First the disclaimers, which some of you are already aware of. These are most all true, except that I do change the names of everyone but myself, and that the dialog is as I remember it, though with the time since this all happened, I am sure it's not dead on. So please forgive me my literary license on the speaking parts. 

We were in Charlottesville, staying at the Boar's Head Inn. That probably wasn't far enough from Richmond for what was about to happen, but it's where we were. 

By now Paul and I had been together almost six months. It was may. On our weekends away, I was accustomed to, and had come to really like the fact that he dressed me when we traveled. At first, I have to admit, it took some getting used to. But he had a good sense of what looked good on me, and I knew that whatever he dressed me in, he liked. Sometimes what he chose was soft and romantic, often dresses made of linen or white cotton or lace, with floral blouses. Sometimes, they were just flat out advertising kind of sexy, which was a little embarrassing at first, but I had come to enjoy the attention from men that came from his dressing me that way. He was particularly fond of putting me in black pencil skirts, which hug my bottom, and a corset for the top. The corsets he had bought me (except for the red one) were classy enough, but they did what a corset does, cinch in my waist, and lifted my breasts to near overflowing. 

This day he had combined the looks. I was in a white lacy skirt, that was full and moved in the May breeze. And a new floral corset. We had been antiquing all day, and he had me in a low set of heeled sandals, and allowed me a small white jacket for modesty. Still, I felt pretty exposed with the corset hugging my body so tight all afternoon. 

It had been a good day of poking around. He bought me a couple of things that would look lovely in my house. We held hands a lot. But I knew that he was up to something. On these trips away, I had learned, he always had something ready for me. 

"Hungry?" he asked? 

"Famished." 

"Good. I know just the place. Lots of college boys wait on the tables. They will eat you up with their eyes."

I blushed. It amazed me, after all we had done together, all the exposure he had subjected me to already, that I could still blush. But I did. For what it's worth, even now, I still do.

"Where?"

"Ah, that's my little secret." he said. He reached into the back seat of the rental convertible, and from his camera bag, he pulled out a white scarf. He pulled the car to the side of the road, and used it to blind fold me. "Trust me?" he asked. 

I had that feeling, half scared and half excited. Part of me wanting to run away, and part of me half crazy to go forward. I nodded. 

We drove. Don't ask me where. To this day I don't know where. It could have been a fancy place, or just a nice place. I don't know which. But we drove, and I felt very aware of the wind, the smells of the town as we drove. He partked and came to my side of the car, opened the door, and guided me out. I held onto his arm as we walked. I can imagine what a site I must have been, if we were in a public place, and I believe we might have been. I could hear people all around. I could not help but wonder what they were thinking. This was different, some how, from the other games he had played with me. My trust faltered, but then came back. He had never taken me too far before. I had to remember that. 

We went in a building. I could hear people talking and eating. I heard the receptionist ask if we had a reservation, and it turns out we did. Paul had obviously planned this ahead. He led me to a table, then pulled on my jacket. I moved my arms so it would come off before I thought about it or realized that now I was in my skirt and corset in the middle of a college town restaurant. He sat me in my chair. As if he were reading my mind, he said, "Yes, a lot of them are looking you over from head to toe.". I felt myself blushing again. 

We had a delightful dinner. Paul fed me, which was novel and fun. We had wine with dinner, a lot of wine in fact. Paul described different men who could not seem to help but look at me. "But the one who can hardly control himself is our waiter." he said. "Even in his loose docker, the poor boy has a hard on." 

I don't think of myself as a couger, but at forty couple, I had to admit to a thrill knowing had a young man excited. "And..." I asked. 

"And, he looks quite large." Paul said. "Maybe this is the night."

I gasped quietly. We had been talking about my having another man for some time. The conversation had ranged from pillow talk and fantasy that often led to some pretty steamy sex, to serious talk. I had been "shared" once by my ex husband and while that night of sex was AMAZING, it had also led to all kinds of jealousy that had in the end, ruined our marriage. My ex just never got that while the sex that night had been incredible, it was him I loved, not the stranger in my bed. I didn't want that to happen with Paul. The six months with Paul had been amazing. I didn't want to risk that. 

But Paul was someone very different from my ex. His confidence ran deeper. And by the way he had seen my inner sexually submissiveness from the beginning, and had brought me so very far in such a shirt while, I felt that probably he would be fine. But I had to ask. "Are you sure?"

"I think you are ready." he said. 

"Are you?"

"I've been ready." he said. "And this boy is smitten, and like I said, obviously large."

I took a sip of wine. It was like all of a sudden every nerve in my body was alight. I nodded. 

Paul got up. He was gone a few minutes, and when he came back, he said simply. "I wish you could see him. He has a look of disbelief on his face that is priceless. And I swear he's grown."

"Paul! Oh my God. How big is he?"

"You'll find out soon enough." he said. I was wet at the thought. 

We rode back to the hotel. I was still blindfolded, and drunk and excited. He led me to the room and we kissed. It was a long, slow, burning kind of kiss, and he reached around and unzipped my skirt from the side. It fell to the floor. "You won't need that." he said. We kept kissing. He was hard. I was almost crazy at his touch. 

There was a knock at the door. Paul went and opened it. I just stood there, still blindfolded. I heard them walk closer. "Charlotte. This is Brad. He's six foot tall and in good shape. I'd guess he is a swimmer."

"Yes sir, I am." The boy's voice was husky. 

"Brad, this is Charlotte. You can... well you can see what kind of shape she is in."

I was suddenly very self conscious. I was standing in a corset and heels in front of a young man I had never really met. 

"Charlotte, I think you need to remove young Brad's clothes."

Blindfolded, I did. I felt his chest and found he had on a button down shirt. I unbuttoned it. I felt his chest and it was hard, muscled and smooth. Not a hair on it. I felt one of his nipples. It was hard. 

I slipped to my knees in front of him. I reached down and removed his shoes. Loafers. Easy. I took off his socks. I reached up and found his belt buckle. My fingers fumbled with it, then got it. Then the snap on his pants. The slid down easily. I felt him step out of them. 

He wore boxers. Still on my knees, I slid my hands up his legs They were strong and hard. My hands slid up his thighs, and finally, I felt it. 

It was just huge. I heard him gasp just a little as I first touched it, I slipped my hands back down and pulled the boxers down. I reached back up, and hesitated. 

"Go on. Explore it."

I let my fingers lightly caress it. I could not get the fingers of one hand around his shaft. It was that thick. I felt it, rubbed it gently. Even from on my knees, I could feel his breathing speed up. He was shaved, his cock and his balls both. I ran my fingernails down it. I felt the swollen veins in it. 

"Taste it."

I was almost afraid to. It was so big. But when Paul told me to, I could hardly help myself. I felt somehow mesmerized by it. I licked it and heard a soft groan from Brad. I kissed it, up and down, I took his balls, smooth and swollen, each on my mouth, one, then another. They were enormous too. 

"More" Paul's voice was soft, but commanding. I took hold o fit and guided it to my mouth. I felt his swollen head slip in, larger than anything I had ever put in my mouth before. Thick, satin smooth. There was some precum on him and it was salty. A bit like Paul's but different too. He stood totally still as I took in his cock head, the let it out, in and out, afraid, actually, to take more. 

"More." Paul commanded. 

So I took more of it. I can deep throat Paul's, but this one? I didn't think so. but I slowly took more and more of him, moving my head in a slow rise and fall over it. He began to tremble and with no warning, he came while half way in my mouth, spouting his salty cum, Poor boy, he had not lasted long. I was disappointed, because I wanted him in me, even if i was also scared to have him in me. 

Paul's voice was gentle. "He'll rise to the occasion, I am sure my dear." And I felt him next to me again, I was suddenly aware of him, aware that he had stood and watched my mesmerized by a strange cock, a young man picked up out of nowhere. But nothing in his voice betrayed whether he was affected by it. He led me to the bed, and laid me on my back, my head hanging back just a little at the edge of the bed. I felt him there. heard him unzip his pants. I reached up. I know how he likes to take my mouth in this position, and I wanted to do something wonderful for him. I felt him and guided his cock to my mouth, Compared to Brad's it felt small, but this was my man. I could take all of him like this. I wanted to bring him pleasure. 

"Brad." I heard Paul say. "You need to return her favor." 

"Sir?"

"remove her thong boy, And lick her while she does me."

As I felt Paul's hips start to slowly push his cock in and nearly out of my mouth in slow repetition, I felt Brad on the bed. I felt his hands, trembling a bit, tug at my matching thong. And I felt him bend down and start to kiss me between my legs. I could tell he was not experienced, but he was eager to please and the sensation of having his mouth all over my crotch, licking, kissing, nibbling, and Paul's cock insistently moving slow in and out of my mouth was more sensation than my body knew what to do with. The first orgasm came so fast I hardly knew it was coming. I heard myself cry out, the sound muffled by Paul's cock in my mouth. Then I felt him come and suddenly my mouth was full of a different tasting cum. I could taste them both still and the idea of what I was doing overcame me and I came again, my hips pressing against Brad's mouth as Paul pulled out, his cock slowly softening. 

But Brad was hard again. Paul told me so. 

"What do you want to do with her Brad?" I heard Paul ask. 

"Sir, can I have her on top?" he asked. "I've never had a woman that way."

"Lay on your back then."

I knew what to do. 

We both shifted on the bed, and once Brad was situated, I straddled him. I reached down and found his shaft. Amazed again at it's size. I wondered if I could even take him all. But I was wet and loose from his attention. I guided his cock to my slit and slowly began to lower myself on him. He began to grind his hips almost immediately and I nearly fainted, honestly nearly fainted at the feel of his girth spreading me and starting to go in. I heard myself whimper. I heard him groan with pleasure. Then I felt Paul climb behind me. I felt him unlacing my corset. Somewhere, he had removed his own clothes and I felt his skin against my back, his hands on my breasts. His fingers on my nipples. 

And Brad, his massive cock, working it's way in me from below. It was almost too much. Orgasms came, even before he was all the way in. Then finally, he was in. 

If you have never had a man that large in you, there's no way to describe it. Just like there is no way to describe what it's like to have four hands all over you. A man under you, a man behind you. Your body feels out of control. Not yours, at the mercy of sensation. I know I cried out as Brad began to pump his hips hard. I know my own hips were pushing against him. Brad was murmuring "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." over and over again. Paul kissed the back of my neck at some point and the feel of his lips was electric. I think I was crying with pleasure. Brad was bucking now and I could tell he was about to come. 

When he did, he thrust his hips high and I thought I would die, I was so full. I cried out. I don't know what I said, it was just a cry. I swear I could feel his cock as it spasmed in me. It was hot, and I have no idea how there was room for cum. I was that full. I felt so close to the edge. Then I felt Paul back away, his hand slipping down my back, to my ass, one finger, just one finger pushing against my ass. 

That is all it took. I swear I screamed as I came. I've never done that before but I was out of control. I can't imagine what the people in the next room must have thought if they were in their room. My orgasm was like something exploding not just in one place but throughout me. I tensed up, exploded like nothing I had ever felt before, and then sagged. Drained. Brad too was limp, his body, and very quickly, that magnificent cock too was falling limp. I looked to one side and caught a glimpse of me in the dresser mirror. My hair was wild. I had a look on my face that said I was spent, desperate, done. 

I think it's what people say when woman has a fucked out expression. My eyes were almost glazed. My lips were swollen and pinker than pink. All of us were breathing heavy. 

"Brad, you can go now." Paul's voice. 

We all shifted and untangled. I heard Brad, without a word, get dressed and leave. I was just laying on the bed, too spent to even say goodbye. Paul came up and kissed me. I know he must have tasted his own, and Brad's cum. My mouth was still full of their taste. He undid my blindfold. 

"You, my dear, are not done yet." 

I was so glad to see him. To see again. The man I love, who had just treated me to something unimaginable a mere six months earlier. 

Paul climbed on top of me. His cock was hard. It looked so beautiful, straight and swollen and red and... mine. He lay on me, and slipped in. I could not believe it, but despite having had Brad's massive member in me, I had already shrunk down to a size where I could feel Paul. I just had to lay there, Paul just pumped. Slowly. In and out. How he had any stamina left I can't tell you. In and out. I could feel him. My man. Loving me. In and out. Despite myself, I felt another orgasm slowly building. In and out. It grew from deep in me. My mind began to think about the night, the exoticness of it, the feel of that cock huge under my fingers, in between my lips, in ME. And Paul, kissing my neck, my shoulders, my face, in and out. And then it came, one last, overwhelming, crazy good orgasm. I had been laying limp, but when I came this last time, my arms snaked around him, pulled close, and he began to pump me hard, slapping against me with every thrust. He was pumping hard now, until I felt that final thrust from him and heard his moan that told me he too had come. 

We fell into each other's arms. Neither of us said a thing. To be honest, I didn't know where to begin, what to say. In fact, it was almost a whole another day before I could talk about it. By then, we were home. 

The rest of the week was not, as you might expect, a week of crazy sex remembering that night. No, it was a week of tender lovemaking, of cuddling, of reassurance and reconnecting. And eventually we did talk about. It was an amazing night that I've relived in my mind more than a few times. And now I've relived it with you. And, having relived it by writing it, I have to go visit Paul and do something about how I am feeling. I think he'll like it!

Charlotte



Charlotte's Story Ch. 07



Continuing my story. By now you know the caveats - that these things happened some time ago, and so the conversation will be my memories of it, not the actual conversation, but the feelings and story itself is true. I am NOT a professional or a wannabe professional. I am just sharing my story and well, there are few outlets to do that in this world. It's not exactly dinner time conversations with most people, now is it? 

Also a brief confession. I write these naked, or in lingerie. That helps me get into the mood. Today, I wrote this while wearing the same corset that was in the story. Red and black. So....

At this point. Paul and I had been together nearly eight months. I was his completely, as I am now. He choose what I wore any time we were together. He directed our sex. And at times, as some of you know already, he brought someone new into my bed. All this from a woman who is a professional, known as a steady, modest, assertive business woman. I have nearly two dozen people who work for me. They, and almost anyone else I knew at that point, would not have believed that I had fallen into the submissive spell as a lover that I was, and am, under. But that is what trust will do. Paul over and over again led me right to the edge of my fantasies, and then nudged me over to the next one. 

By the starting point of this story, I had been shared with two men, and one woman, all completely at the direction of Paul, at their, and his mercy, if you will. I won't lie to you, the sex was incredible, as was that feeling of plunging down to someplace newly erotic. After each episode, though, we always took some time to ourselves, to reconnect emotionally and sexually. I was afraid of it, the sharing, I think, because I had done it once in my marriage, with terrible results. My ex was so jealous he could not handle it. There had been no signs of that, but I still needed the reassurance of having just Paul, or loving just Paul after being shared. 

But at this point, now August, I was having a bit of a personal crisis. I loved being shared, being submissive. But my whole life, I had pretty much run my show, made my own choices, and I began to feel like something was missing. Trust Paul to find a way to turn that around and make it work for me, while still having me at his beck and call. 

We had been discussing bringing another man into my bed again. I was excited at it. (trust me girls, if you've never had more than one in a night, you can't imagine how exciting it is.), but not AS excited as I had been the past few times. Paul sensed it. "I know just the thing." he said. "You need a perfect stranger." 

I wasn't sure about that either. In each case before, I had some say so. but I so wanted to please him, that I said yes, even though I had my first inkling of a doubt. My first wondering if I had gone to far in my submissiveness. 

"I'll make the arrangements." he said. Nothing came of it for a few weeks, then on labor day weekend, we traveled down to Nags Head. My excitement level rose. I knew that for us, our sexual adventures tended to happen on trips. Richmond, Virginia is far too small a town, and far too conservative to flaunt oneself in if you want to keep your professional reputation. So it was on trips. but Paul had not said anything, which was unusual. 

"What should I pack?" I asked him. 

"What ever you like." he said. "This weekend you are not my slave. Choose for yourself. But..." his voice hung out there for a second. "For one night, pick something that makes YOU feel the sexiest."

That would have to be one of my corsets. I adore lingerie, which most of you know already. I love the feel of the satin and lace against my skin. I love the way good lingerie follows my curves, yet not too tight. I feel sexy in all of it. But I especially feel sexy in corsets, which hug my curves, cinch me in (that submissive streak again, I think), and lifts my breasts up. I love how it changes my silhouette in a dress, and what it does for my posture. I love how men look at me in corsets, whether I am dressed and they don't know I am in one, or whether I wear one as a top (which Paul has had me do a few times), or when I am ready to have sex with a man. Every man responds to a corset. And that turns me one, to know I have that power in a corset. 

I ended up picking my red and black one. It's a little trashier than my others. I'd never wear it as a blouse. But it was my first one and wearing it always reminds me of that first time, of how I felt, and how I have felt since then. Red satin with black lace trim. Matching thong panties (though I rarely actually wear those.). I put it in, as well as a white linen nightgown, something you'd expect out of a Jane Austen novel, it's so modest. 

Our weekend was nice. We had a wonderful dinner the first night. It was refreshing to be on my own for clothes. I dressed nice, but not over the top for Paul,. and we made love slowly that night. It was delicious.. Saturday we shopped,which was fun. Then at lunch, the build up began. 

"Tell me." Paul said, "what your perfect man would be like."

"That would be you." I said. 

"Ah my dear, I actually think we are perfect for each other. But I am not blind to the fact that I am a man in my fifites, and you are over a decade younger. So, let's say you were to pick a man who.... physically, would be your perfect choice."

"You are serious."

"Of course I am, How else can I make sure I have the perfect stranger for you."

I laughed. But I also tingled a little. 

"OK. About your height, six foot or so. I like a man taller than me." 

Paul just nodded. 

Maybe a little more muscular than you. Not abnormally built, but defined chest and (I began to blush a little) abs. Dark full hair."

Paul was nonplussed at the description, who was becoming less and less like Paul with each phrase.

"English, I think. I think the accent is sexy. Strong legs like yours. I like a man with strong legs." I paused. 

"And..." Paul asked. 

"You are going to be surprised at this." I said. 

"Try me."

I laughed. Despite all we had done over the last eight months, this felt strange, defining my "perfect specimen" to my boyfriend, on a date weekend. 

".... I would like his cock to be your sized, or a little larger or a little smaller."

"That IS a surprise, considering how much you liked the last two." 

I really blushed this time. The two men he had shared me with were incredibly big, eight or nine inches and thick, and yes, they totally drove me wild. There was no denying it because Paul and been there and heard my whimpers as they took me. He had seem me out of control with lust. But I had l learned something with those two. "Big is nice." I told him. But it feels good and hurts at the same time. There's a little fear of a cock that is so big. If I am going to participate as hard as I like to, your size, about seven inches is great. I feel full and can give myself to it with full abandon. And I can give him head, all the way. So if he chooses to fuck my face, I can let him. A big one, I can't do that with."

He nodded. No expression on his face.

"No tattoos. Clean shaven. No piercing's. Maybe mid thirties to your age."

He smiled. I knew he was up to something. 

"You going to tell me what?"

"Not yet." he said. "But dress for fun tonight."

We stayed together all afternoon. Shopping some, then soaking up the sun in the late, late afternoon. He was by my side constantly. Whatever he was up to, he wasn't arranging it then. I was puzzled. 

We went back to the hotel and I got ready for dinner. . Knowing what something was up, I bathed and prepared myself. I actually love dressing for sex. For me, is has become like foreplay. I wished and did my hair. Did my nails. Shaved myself smooth. Then I put on my red corset under a loose pink sun dress. Paul was in the room the whole time. Then we went to dinner. I had champagne, which I like and which, I hate to confess (because it is such a stereotype) heightens my excitement. At one point he got a call and left me for all of five minutes or so. But again, he was with me the whole time. As dinner ran down, he ordered another bottle of champagne, and we took it with us. 

To the room. Straight through the lobby and up the elevator. Into the room. Where, tied spread eagle in the center of the bed, with a blind fold. Was the perfect stranger. 

He was a stranger. I had never seen him before. And physically, he was perfect. Right out of my description. Then he spoke, and with the most perfect deep baritone British voice, smiled and said. "You had better be Charlotte, or I have a lot of explaining to."

I was dumbfounded. Paul nodded to him. "He's yours. Do with him whatever you like, however you like."

I wasn't sure what to do. After months of being someone else's sex toy, I suddenly had one of my own. And he was gorgeous! 

"I am going to leave him bindfolded." I whispered.

"Did you get that?" Paul said. The stranger nodded. 

Well then, you've seen her pictures, but what you don't know is that she has on a wonderfully trashy Fredericks of Hollywood corset. Flaming red, with black lace trim. And knowing her, she left off the matching thong." Paul reached over and unzipped my dress and if fell to the floor. "I was right." he said. Suddenly everything, even the sound of the dress falling, seemed more intense. I kissed Paul, deeply and slowly, in thanks, then moved to the bed. 

I am generally serving Paul or who he chooses, so it had been a long time since I had a man to explore, to be able to take my time with. I ran my fingers down his chest. He was, I would guess, in his early forties, about my age. Decent shape. Very little hair on him, and from the way he squirmed as my long pink fingernails went down his chest to his belly, he was very sensitive. I kissed him, just below his belly button. I took the base of his cock and held it out straight. I turned to Paul.

"How did you get him like this?"

I found him on (a site). We've been back and forth. He had to agree to come here, strip down, blindfold himself, and let me tie him to the bed. I came here for just five minutes during dinner."

I remembered him leaving and coming back. I knew what he must have felt like, naked and tied. I have been in the same position, waiting for whatever Paul had in mind for me, more than once. I knew the kinds of thoughts that had to be going through his head. I bent down and kissed the head of his cock. He trembled. I licked his shaft, slowly, enjoying his clean taste. I licked the edge of his head, and felt the tiny little nubs on his cut cock against my toungue. His hips reached forward. His back arched. 

I felt powerful. The opposite of how I normally feel. It was intoxicating, knowing I had this man at my mercy. I suddenly knew what Paul must have felt like so many times over our first months together. 

Oh how I took my time with that man. I kissed him on the lips. I took his cock slow and deep in my mouth. I ran my nails over his shaved balls. I gummed his shaft. Twice I got his so close he was pumping his ass, close to coming, and I stopped playing with his cock, moving to his nipples once, kissing his belly once. He was moaning, deep moaning that was such a turn on. 

I shfted and straddled him, his face now between my legs. I shifted till his mouth was right up against me. 

"Lick me." I said. I could not believe how confident I sounded. "You don't get to come until I do."

I felt him strain to put his mouth in position against my wet smooth pussy. He licked, and licked more. His toungue probed me. I pressed against his face. As I got closer to coming myself, I bent down and with one hand, guided his shaft between my lips, sucking him lightly, but then, as I felt myself ready to come, I felt my own moan rise up and just that, just that last tiny vibration of my voice vibrating on his cock and he came, before I did even and there we were, his cock in my mouth, his blindfolded mouth between my legs. I came so hard and so did he, his musky com shooting into my mouth as Paul still fully clothed, but with a huge erection showing against his pants, watched. 

I recovered quickly and shifted again. 

"you don't get to go home till you are hard again, and I ride you." I said. It was such a rush, that power. I could say that, and enforce it. He was helpless. 

I shifted again, so I was standing at the end of the bed. I bent down and began to lick and such his limp cock. At first, little happened, but I could taste his cum. Then I heard Paul come behind me and unzip. As I licked this man, Paul slowly side his own cock in me. 

"Paul is in me." I told the man. He's fucking me from behind. He won't get the sloppy seconds, you will."

As I said that, I felt his cock start to grow in my mouth. I had discovered what his turn on was. Staying bent over, I let my hands caress his cock, my nails run up and down it. "Oh he is in me now, all the way." I said, and Paul pumped me deeps and slow. The man's cock grew more as I described in detail how I was being spread apart, being filled. I told him how it would be with his cum mixing with Pauls. He grew and grew beneath my fingers. Then Paul pulled out, not yet spilling himself in me. He spanked me and pushed me and I climbed up on this stranger's cock, positioned it, and dropped on him. 

I don't know who gasped more, me or the stranger. that sudden rush of a strange, larger than Paul's cock sent me right over and I just rode him and came and came again while he pumped his hips hard, still bound. I just rode him, limp now from coming twice, feeling it build again this time slowly. So slowly. I knew this one would be out of control good and when it finally came, it was bazaar, it was so big. I cried it was so good. 

Still he had not come. But I did not think I could take more. I got off. 

I silently mouthed to Paul "what do I do with him now?"

Paul got up, he untiled the man and removed the blindfold. 

"We make him take care of himself for us." he said, "while you pleasure me." He made the man stand up and laid me on my back. Paul, still dressed, but his cock hard, straddled me. He pushed his cock between my breasts, and I cupped them so that it was surrounded by my 38C breasts, and he slowly pumped it. The man just stood there, his cock in his hand, pumping, then finally, shooting at me from the side of the bed. The first shot hit my shoulder and neck. The second hit my neck and chin. And when Paul saw that, he came too, his cum shooting my neck and face. 

He got up. "lick her clean." Paul said. and the man did. Then he left. 

Paul stripped down and lay next to me. I could smell the mix of their two loads of cum on me, despite the stranger having kissed it off. 

"How did it feel?"

"Powerful" I said. "Unfamiliar. Scary." We kissed. "I liked it." I said. "but I have to be honest, I am more comfortable with you in charge. I am glad we did it. I understand your power better. But I don't think I want a diet of it. Please tell me we can go back to how we were."

"Of course we can." Paul said. "You will always be mine."

"Yes," I said. "You will always own me."

And we fell asleep.