0 comments/ 25908 views/ 1 favorites Dallas Ch. 01 By: MrBeagle This is another in a series of stories that took place over a four year period while I was working as a construction manager for a national company and was travelling the Western US. While being on the road for weeks at a time, I was able to indulge in and enjoy many sexual meetings and experiences. It was mid-August when the plane banked sharply over Grapevine Lake and slid effortless into DFW. Smoke hung over the metro-plex like a heavy fog from the fires that were burning up east Texas that summer. The heat…typical Texas in the summer…hot and hotter…then day breaks and it really gets hot. When we got off the plane the humidity hit you like walking into a wall of solid brick, something that was unusual for Dallas, but that week the Houston like humidity reached across the length and breadth of the state and made everyone miserable. One thirty in the afternoon….115 in the shade, if you could find any, and I had three projects going concurrently…Grapevine, Richardson and Preston Hollow, and one just completing in Carrolton. Me, I was 48 at the time, 6’1, 215 pounds, dark hair, beard and glasses…and sweating like there was no tomorrow. I picked up my rental car from the lot and headed out for what was to be three weeks on the road with no break. It just didn’t make sense to go home late Fridays to return on Sunday afternoon again…so maybe do a ball game or something, mostly the or something…and head home when the work was done. I drove to my usual digs…the Extended Stay in Richardson, just off the LBJ Freeway near the exit headed to the Richardson site and midway between Preston Hollow and Josey Way, where the Carrolton site was located, adjacent to the Trinity Hospital. I checked in and threw my bags on the bed, headed for the A/C unit to turn it on full blast, then hooked up my computer. I was in the same room that I had stayed in on several other occasions…seems that I was beginning to be a regular here and the crew knew which room I liked…towards the back, on the second floor and in a quiet spot on the floor…the end of the hall. It was nice…no one would bother me unless the place really filled up, which it rarely did during the summers. I fired up the computer, signed on and looked for her…Cindy was her name…(her Yahoo ID will remain my secret since she is still there and I still visit her on line occasionally.) Cindy lived near the Grapevine construction site- to be exact, about three blocks away. She worked for a public relations/ advertising firm as an account executive…a power position that turned her on…and it showed in how she carried herself. She described herself as being 5’9, about 130, piercing blue eyes, brown hair on top, shaved on the bottom, and built better than average for her 38 years. She was married, had 2 kids, and was upwardly mobile, (meaning that between she and her hubby, they cleared in the 200K range…not bad for a little spending money). She dressed in expensive business suits for ladies, silk blouses and high heels…just what her position and status called for. What attracted us to each other was anybody’s guess, I wasn’t really in her league, but we clicked on line and in person. Last trip I had a chance to take her to lunch and get to know her a little better…but neither of us had any time to do anything about it that trip. But this was another trip now, and we were going to get to know each other really well over the next three weeks. There she was, on line and in a chatroom for FemDomme’s. I politely broke in and told her that I was in town. She IM’d me back and told me to hang on for a minute…then she left me hanging for about a half hour. Anyone else would have blown her off and gone on to other things, but I had met this temptress and wanted some of what she had to offer. I am usually a Dom when I am in BDSM play situations…a stern but fair master who will punish when there is a need, and reward with pleasure when my subs make me happy. I had talked to Cindy about this clash of Dom/Domme and she just smiled at me…telling me that once I had her, I would never look at a female sub the same again. To me, this was a challenge, so we set things in motion, and there was no turning back. Monday morning dawned hot and sticky, no relief in sight for the smoke and humidity, according to the weatherman on WBAP. I trudged off to the Richardson site after a shower and light breakfast. Six in the morning comes early in Dallas (hell, it comes early everywhere, but what the heck) and I was on the freeway north to spend the day with the superintendent and the architect going over some problems with the mechanical plans and then signing off on those stacks and stacks of paperwork. (I’ll bet we killed a couple of trees on that project ) The day dragged on as I waited for the meetings to be over and my chance to call Cindy to find out what she had in store for me. Five o’clock finally came and went, and then six o’clock hit. We were still at it, and I was getting itchy. Finally we knocked off and I had a chance to call her cell. It rang several times, then the inevitable voice mail…so I left a message and apologized for my tardiness in calling. When I got back to my room, the phone was ringing…I picked it up…and there she was-pissed off at me for being late- but understanding. I asked what she had in mind for this trip and she said that we would have to wait till Wednesday night to find out, as that was when her husband and kids were leaving for a couple of weeks vacation “en pays” or in the country (France in this case) and she would be free to teach me some lessons. Time dragged for the next couple of days, routine stuff and travelling all over the city meeting vendors and the like. Finally, Wednesday afternoon was over I was free for the time being. So I called…and got Cindy at work. She told me to be at her place promptly at seven…or else. I got final directions and headed back to the hotel to take a quick shower, grab a bite and head over to Cindy’s. Quarter of seven…just passing the DFW exit…ten to…just turning off onto William D. Tate Ave exit…five of…pulling into the driveway of a large, almost antebellum mansion in this upscale neighborhood…three before…getting out of the car and walking to the door…one minute to go…and then I rang the bell. No answer…I knocked…no answer…I dialed her cell…no answer….I waited. The door opened and there she was…statuesque would be the best description…5 inch stiletto heels, long legs wrapped in dark stockings topped by a black garter…black bra, black thong underwear, and a cold drink in her hand. She said nothing to me, just motioned for me to come in and close the door. The air conditioning caused goose bumps to stand out on her arms and her nipples to thrust out against the thin cups of her bra. It felt good and she looked good. I was about to pay her a compliment and she cut me off before I could say anything. “When I tell you that you can talk, then you may…until I give you permission, you will just shut up. Do you understand?” I nodded my assent and was about to say yes when…smack…I caught the back of her hand across my face…she was reading my mind. “I said I will tell you when you can talk…not before. Understand?” This time I just nodded. “Tonight you are mine to do with what I please, do you understand?” Again, I nodded. “And you will do exactly as I tell you, do you understand?” Head goes up and down again. “And if you are good, and learn what I am going to teach you, then you will be rewarded…do you understand?” I didn’t react quick enough….”Do you understand?”…this time I nodded quickly and avoided any repercussions. “Before we start, I am going to give you a safe word…Rumpelstiltskin…if you can’t take it any more, just say it and I will stop…and you will never see me again.” Cindy ushered me into the den, a massive room lined with books, two large french doors and an entertainment center with a massive big screen TV. “Strip…now” was all she said. I did what I was told and folded my clothes in a neat pile over one of the chairs. “Here…now” as she indicated a place directly in front of her. I moved into position and was rudely pushed down. “When you are in front of me, you will be in the subservient position…and in case you don’t know what that is…on your knees…head and arms down…lean forward and push your face to the floor…now stay there”. I had no choice, she had me under her control and I was willingly performing for her. I was left in “the position” for about ten minutes, till my back started hurting. I grimaced and Cindy spoke.. “Now, on your knees in front of me…and put your hands behind your back.” I did as I was told, then felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs being slid over my wrists. I looked up and was rewarded with a slap on the cheek…”No one told you to look up” she said. I bowed my head and tried to figure just exactly what I had gotten myself into. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. I looked down and then saw her feet, spread in front of me…”Now. Look up…look me in the face” As I looked up, I could not help but notice that Cindy had removed her panties and bra. She was standing there in her heels, stockings and garter…and nothing else. Her nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers and she was fingering the left one with her hand. Long red fingernails contrasted the deep flush of her breasts as she pinched the nipple between the tips of the nails. I winced inside with pain, and then expectation of what those nails could do to me. She had what could best be described as a “shit eating grin” on her face as she carefully instructed me to lean forward and close my eyes. I felt like a fool doing this, but then I smelled something familiar…the smell of a woman in heat. My eyelids fluttered, then I felt one of her fingernails drag across my chin. It stopped just below my lower lip and I felt the end pushing into my skin like it was going to pierce my jaw. Then I felt it, a blindfold being wrestled over my eyes so I could not see anything but black. “Now you will begin to learn” Cindy said “and you will come away with a new respect for not only females, but for a female submissive”. I sensed some movement and then felt her foot on my crotch, flicking my flaccid penis to one side with her toe. I winced and shuddered, then felt the pressure on the bottom of my ball sac as she moved like a slow motion kick. She held back and then said “ I have complete control of you now and you will do everything that I tell you, without question, without pause and without making any noise…do you understand?” I was not fast enough in nodding and her foot quickly prodded me into a hasty affirmation of my understanding. She withdrew from me and I was left in the middle of the room, senses distorted by the lack of sight and my legs beginning to go to sleep. Suddenly I felt the shackles being lifted behind my back and I was forced into a standing position. I felt a soft caress on my face, then felt my nipple being pinched…hard…bringing tears to my eyes under the blindfold. Then I felt a hot breath, the touch of a tongue and felt the nipple being sucked into a warm mouth. I was lost in pleasure when she bit down…hard… then continued her caress with her lips. I was lost in a mental fog, not knowing what to expect next…the pain and pleasure mixing inexorably to drive me to total distraction. I had no way of getting my bearings but I sensed that Cindy had moved around in front of me again. I heard the clink of ice, then felt it…ice cubes clenched in her hand made contact with my shrunken cock and balls, rubbing over them and numbing them to the point that I had little sensation between my legs. She squeezed and I barely felt it, being so cold, then I heard her mutter that it was time for my first reward for following her directions. I felt, or rather sensed my cock being fondled then a rush of warmth came over me. As my groin reached a more normal temperature, I felt the caress of her lips on my cock, drawing me gradually in with suction like a vacuum cleaner must feel. I started to stiffen, then she bit down on the head, causing it to go back to a flaccid state. Cindy caressed my balls and continued with her oral caresses, stopping me each time I started to get hard. My balls had retreated into the scrotal sac and were tight against my body, still fighting for warmth as Cindy continued this fallacious torture. I wanted to go erect, but knew if I did, that there was a punishment waiting for me. I had to will myself soft, and did not succeed. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain, a pincer like feeling on my balls and realized that those deadly fingernails were making their point on me. It felt like my guts were being pulled out then I felt my cock being drawn into her mouth once again till I felt her nostrils flare against my pubic hairs. “You are doing well”, she said” but I will take you places that you’ve never been before this night is out.” I realized that I hadn’t breathed in a while, and let out a loud sigh, gasping for air as she caressed me. I didn’t know whether or not to relax, as her caress kept me on the edge. Suddenly it was gone…I was standing alone in the center of the room…and I heard it…the turning of a latch and another pair of heels on the floor. I cocked my head, trying to discern who may have entered, my hearing sharpened…then I felt a pair of ear protectors being placed on my head. Eyes blinded, ears shut off from the world…I started to panic. My senses were useless. My head turned rapidly from side to side trying to figure out who or what was happening. I felt my cock being roughly grabbed by a strange hand and I was pulled across the floor. When we stopped, I felt a warm body pressing up against me from behind and hot breath on my neck. As my cock started to rise I felt another hand grab my crotch and begin to squeeze. So much for that reaction, I was soft in a second. The hot breath moved around my shoulders, tickling the back hairs as the body moved. I could feel the hot bullets of her nipples pressing into me - a tongue starting a slow crawl from the side of my neck to my ear and back down again. A pair of hands circled my body and began to caress my chest and nipples. The licks turned into a gentle nipping and I could feel the hot breath getting more ragged as hands caressed me. I wanted to get hard, but all of a sudden I could not…nothing would get a rise out of my formerly proud cock. A second pair of hands went to my body and intertwined with the fingers of the person behind me, doubly caressing me and causing the person behind me to shift and rock the pelvis into my ass. I smelled the unmistakable odor of female arousal and my mind reeled with the thought….then I was brought to my senses by a sharp bite on my chin and lower lip. I realized that Cindy must be in front of me, based on her height, or was it someone else who was as tall in front and Cindy at my back…I tasted blood from the sharp nip and then the trail of kisses continued down my neck and shoulders. A second tongue joined in on the other side and trailed down my chest to my nipples. The caressing hands moved away and I felt the nipple once again being sucked into a warm, wet mouth. I wondered what was to come next and was not long in discovering. The hand on my one nipple continued a soft assault, bringing it to a point and the mouth on the other was working the same way. I felt a shift and then the sharp jolt as fingernails were dug in to the nipple…then back to a caress. The mouth pulled back and then a sharp nip from the teeth and back to a wet sucking caress…on and on it went, alternating from fingernail to mouth and back again. I was being driven absolutely crazy…if I was being questioned, I would have told my captors everything. This slow torture continued for God knows how long…minutes, seconds, I could not tell nor did I care at this point. My knees were turning to a jelly like state, legs feeling like two rubber bands that were stretched taut…my head flailing from side to side in expectation and ecstasy. Then as suddenly as it started…it stopped. I was alone in the room as far as I could discern…I felt no one, I sensed no one…just me, naked, and standing in the cool of the air conditioned den. I tried to gather my bearings…I searched with my foot and felt a piece of furniture with my toes. I stepped to the side and felt it…I remember now…the leather couch…I rejoiced…I knew…or so I thought. Relief came over me as I leaned against the massive arm. As suddenly as my relief descended on me, I felt my bound arms being grabbed and tugged at, being thrown face down over the cold leather and a painful swat descended on my now upturned ass. I felt a body lean over me and one of the earpieces puled briefly from my ear…. “Did I tell you to move, you insolent bastard”…venom in the voice as the question was repeated “DID I TELL YOU TO MOVE?” Quickly I shook my head from side to side in acknowledgment of my wrongdoing. “Then what the fuck are you doing?” I opened my mouth to answer and received a resounding slap across my ass again. A different, more sinister voice spoke… “I hope you remember what will happen if you speak?” My head was spinning in confusion…being asked a question that demanded an answer, yet facing punishment if I answered and facing punishment if I didn’t answer. God, I was screwed…. “Well, what the fuck did you think you were doing?” Cindy’s voice came again, this time from behind me. “Answer me!” Again, I started to comply and again, I felt the stinging across my bare ass… “You know what you will get if you talk, remember?”…that sinister voice again and another loud crack of pain across my ass. “All right, since you aren’t going to answer, you will get your punishment” I heard Cindy’s voice loud and clear…then silence as the earpiece was placed back over my ear. Then I felt it…cold and wet dripping over my upturned ass, dribbling into my puckered asshole. A finger started to rotate around my anus, then press inward until I felt it slip past the sphincter inside me. As suddenly as it went in, it slid out again…then more cold and wet…and this time two fingers made their anal assault on me. I felt my hole being opened and the liquid being forced deep inside me, followed by fingers pushing in and out, rotating inside my body. I felt warmth against the back of my legs and over my bent over body and gentle caresses on my back…then I felt a large, bulbous object pressing against my ass. I tried to straighten up, but my arms and shoulders were pinned over the couch so I could not move. It pressed against me…I tightened reflexively and then it went in…tearing into me as it passed the sphincter and inside me in one massive thrust. The pain was searing in my ass and gut…then the object began slowly moving backwards. I tried to force it out and as I did, I felt it repeating its intrusion into my rear passage, but this time it did not hurt so much. I felt it go in and then I felt the heat of a body pressing against my upturned ass. As soon as I felt the heat of the flesh, it pulled back and the intruder started its journey outward again. The thrusting was repeated, over and over again. The pain dissipated and was replaced by a pressure on my prostate gland, deep behind my balls. I felt myself getting hard and then remembered my orders not to…and I willed myself soft again. In and out, the pleasure built inside me until I thought I was going to explode then a final thrust deep inside me and the intruder froze in position…and I felt it…a warm liquid bathing the inside of my guts. I cocked my head to the side…what the hell was that…who was cumming in me? As suddenly as it started, it stopped. I felt the intruder being withdrawn and felt hot breath on my back and shoulders as it was expelled from my ass. I felt hands drift across my body to my cheeks…then the earmuffs were removed, restoring my sense of hearing. I heard raspy breathing from behind me then a muffled moan as I recognized the sounds of someone having an orgasm. Dallas Ch. 01 Glad to be out of the car from a long journey. Entering my hotel room, I toss my bag on the bed and sit next to it. Looking around I think Hum, This will do fine. I'm so lucky to be 2 doors down from his room. I approach the window and peek thru the curtain. The busy traffic below has no idea what I am thinking. I smile as I envision the evening unfolding. The small balcony deck has 2 chairs and a small table. He has no idea I am in town. Purposely, I didn't tell him I was arriving. I didn't want to interfere with his focus on his meetings. He would be surprised. He would be speechless. He would become overwhelmed. I check the time and notice I have a few hours. Unzipping my bag, I hang my red dress and smooth it out and wonder if it was the right choice. Turning the bath water to hot, I find the bubble bath and douse the water fall. Grabbing my robe, I proceed to undress from my traveling clothes and start to relax. I light a little candle and check the water temperature. Putting my hair in a clip, I turn my head in the mirror and try to decide how I am going to fix it later. Climbing into the half full bath, I slide in and the bubbles almost overflow. I reach with my foot and turn the water off as I lay back and relax. Closing my eyes, I envision him glad handing everyone and itching to get out of the conference. Knowing he has been standing all day and doing the job of schmoozing, I know he will be glad to sit down and just put his feet up and let me do all the enticing. Poof of reality and hoping I brought my red fingernail polish. A nice long soak, and had better remove myself before I get all pruny. As I stroll by the TV, I click it on the music channel and find the nail polish. Opening the sliding door to the deck, I leave it open for the breeze and pour myself a little glass of wine. Arranging the chairs outside, I enjoy the left over sun of the day and proceed to prop my feet up and paint my toes bright red. They will peek out of the strappy heels I brought to go with my dress. Watching the traffic below, I check the time and think I had better start to get ready. Camisole slips over my head, hair goes up, jewelry goes on and makeup is applied. Dress and shoes are waiting. My thoughts turn to him getting ready to leave the convention center. I pick up my phone and call him. Finally he gets loose enough to answer it. He sounds tired and gives me a surprised Hello. "Hey sexy, what are you hungry for?" He gives a sly smile and can't tell me 'exactly' how grueling the day was...but tells me he is ready for a drink and a large steak. "Okay, I'll have that ready in your room"...and the phone goes silent. Looking at the phone, he is curious. He knows not to put anything past me. Surely she didn't, he thinks... Oh surely not. The thought that he had better check the room makes him leave the convention center and start that way. Grinning, I know I have peeked his curiosity. I call room service and order a bottle of wine, steak dinner and fruit plate to be delivered to my room in exactly 1 hour. I grab my robe and run down the hall and fill a bucket of ice. I pour another glass of wine and fuss with my hair and makeup. Approaching my red dress, I slip it over my head gently and slip into the red heels. Turning in the mirror and smoothing out the wrinkles, I notice the red nails. He's gonna love this; I can just see the look on his face now. It is all for him. His special lady in red for the evening. I grab my room key and purse and take the elevator downstairs. I find the biggest, softest chair in the lobby and grab a magazine and wait. Needless to say, I am approached by another man. "How are you, tonight", he asks. "My name is John." I just look at him and think, yeah, I bet you are a 'John' looking for a quick lay. I smile coyly and inform him that it is nice to meet him, but that he can't afford me. He tells me to give it a try, I might be surprised. I never put my magazine down, just drop it a little and ask him if he has the most gorgeous cock this side of the Mississippi? I explain to him that he could never live up to what I have experienced and what I am waiting on is well worth the wait. Intimidated, he sulks away. I watch out the window and check each taxi and shuttle. Finally I see him getting out with his bag. I throw the magazine up over my face and my heart starts pounding. I listen for him to enter and start to approach the elevator. When his back is completely towards me, I scurry to the elevator also. The door opens and he enters. I grab the side to hold it open and when he turns around......He has the first vision of the red dress. Speechless, but about to gasp, I hold my finger to his mouth to hush him and push the button to close the door. My hand takes the bag from his hand it sets it on the floor. My arms go around his neck and my leg slides up his side. The first of many kisses is planted on his lips. His strong hand rises to support my leg and feels my skin and notices there is allot of skin and no panties. The passion in the kiss makes me very wet. I hold that position until I feel the elevator slowing down. "Surprise", I say as I straighten out the blazer and make him presentable to walk off the elevator. He is still speechless, a little anxious, and having trouble walking. I straighten out my dress and smile at him and say "Opps, I forgot my panties." The door opens. "Follow me" I insist and he gives me no resistance. "Where did you leave your panties?" he inquires. I gave a chuckle and said that I could have sold them downstairs if I had wanted to...and told the story about "John". Watching me walk down the hall, dragging his tired butt and bag, I stop at my room and open the door. He asks no questions. We enter my room and I take his bag away from him once more and set it on the bed. I feel his hands on my shoulders and he gives me a strong turn around. The attack. The cherished attack. I guess the red dress was the right choice. I am smothered in his kiss and embrace. I feel him wanting me to lie down and I stop him and inform him "Not yet. I'm not going to hurry this evening." I feel his tension and wiggle lose to pour a drink. As I hand it to him and say "sit down and just enjoy", He is such a good boy and does just what I asked. I move around the room and fluff the pillows and start a hot bath. He never takes his eyes off me. As I am lighting the candle, I feel him behind me once again. Looking in the mirror, I tell him how nice he looks in his blue blazer. Slipping it off his shoulders, I proceed to hang it up. Bending over and checking the water and pouring the rest of the bubbles in, I turn and undo his belt. Slipping his pants down, I can tell that this is killing him. He is so hard, long and thick already. I grin and take the glass from his hand and explain that I have already had my bath...this one is for him. Pulling his shirt off, I slip out of the room to fix myself a drink and refill his. When I return to the bathroom, he has managed to sit down and adjust the water. I sit on the side of the tub and reach across his face for the sponge. Close enough for his nose to touch my breast and smell my perfume. Again, I know this is killing him. "I want those" he sighed. "I know you do, dear....all in good time." I whisper and handed him the glass of wine. Sponging the hot water to dribble down his back, he finally begins to relax. Laying back and closing his eyes, I finally have him right where I want him. What a vision. I give him the chance to relax quietly and sit on the vanity. Crossing my legs and sip my wine, I wait. Now, if you have any questions, you may ask them now", I say as I watch him peek one eye open to see what I am doing. I'm swinging my foot a little and waiting for him to speak. He just holds his hands up in wonder and says "what is there to ask?" "Good answer" I reply and just sip on my wine and ask him how the day was. A few comments on the convention and asking for more wine.... and I know he just want to see me move around. The knock on the door takes my attention. Somewhat panicky, he rises out of his fantasy slumber. He can hear the clatter, voices and grabs a towel. The door closes and he is curious. Remembering I had told him the story about the 'John' downstairs, it crosses his mind. Surely not....he thinks...but steps out to make sure. When he exits the bathroom, the aroma of a fresh grilled steak greets him. 'Voila'. I give it my best Vanna pose and pull the chair out for him. No hesitation and the steak dinner is quickly devoured. I have moved thru out the room and opened the curtains to let the moon light shine in and cast shadows a bit. Recouped from the long hard day, he sits back and just watches. Turning out the lights except for the little one in the corner, I move to the edge of the bed and slowly remove my shoe. Coming closer to me, he removes the other one. "I'm glad you came" is the whisper I hear when he lays me down. To be continued........ Dallas Ch. 01 “All right, you shithead, turn around and get on your knees” …the sinister voice returned…”AND DO IT NOW!” I tried to straighten up but my lower back wouldn’t let me…I was bent over so far that I could not get my balance to straighten up. Suddenly a hand grabbed my hair and pulled backwards, giving just enough leverage to allow me to stand. As soon as I was upright,…wham…a blow against the back of my knees and I went down like a sack of potatoes. “That’s better, now look upward”. I did and that is when I felt it…heat …and smelled it…the unmistakable smell of feminine arousal. Reflexively I tried to look around, but my head was grabbed by a pair of hands from behind and held in a viselike grip. “Stick out your tongue” was the order, which I promptly complied with… End of part 1….part 2 to follow…Ed Dallas Ch. 02 (Please pardon the delay in posting the second part of this story, but there have been some changes in my job status courtesy of some uncle named Sam (no, it’s not about incest, but it did fuck up a good career) and a wino (‘scuse me, that’s a rummy who acts like he is drunk on power), a crashed computer and a hiatus that was forced on me because of a certain Texan, who shall remain nameless, but his nickname is “Shrub”, which is a little bush….anyway, I digress…, or rather, I continue….) I tried to straighten up but my lower back wouldn’t let me…I was bent over so far that I could not get my balance to straighten up. Suddenly a hand grabbed my hair and pulled backwards, giving just enough leverage to allow me to stand. As soon as I was upright,…wham…a blow against the back of my knees and I went down like a sack of potatoes. “That’s better, now look upward.” I did and that is when I felt it…heat …and smelled it…the unmistakable smell of feminine arousal. Reflexively I tried to look around, but my head was grabbed by a pair of hands from behind and held in a viselike grip. “Stick out your tongue” was the order, which I promptly complied with… My tongue ventured out of my mouth as far as the lingual muscle would allow it to travel, then I felt, no… sensed a warmth coming close to my face…the telltale tickle of hair on the tip of the tongue. I wiggled it around, hoping to catch something on the end, but alas, the warmth pulled away. All I sensed then was an overwhelming odor of arousal…and the pheromones went to work on my libido. I tried to will my prick back down, but it just wouldn’t cooperate…”Oh Shit”, I thought, I am truly screwed now (but not like I had been earlier). I felt the bindings on my arms being lifted, forcing me to my feet, but still leaving me bent over at the waist. The earmuffs were removed and I heard Cindy as she whispered in my ear… “You have been a good boy so far, so now it is time for your rewards….and time to have you meet the other voice that has been commanding you.” Cindy moved closer to me, and slowly removed the blindfold from my eyes…I blinked as the harshness of the lights hit me, momentarily blinding me. I tried, reflexively, to lift my hands to shield my eyes, but to no avail, as they were still bound behind me. I felt two hands lightly tracing circles on my back, the hairs on my back tickling as her hands felt me up….then the pressure increased as the hands gripped the area around my shoulders- HARD- and squeezed. It felt like a vise grabbing at the muscle and nerves…there I go again back to my knees with the pain. I turned my head then was greeted with a sound slap across my cheek. “Keep your head facing front…Look at Cindy” the voice intoned. I did, and the pressure was lifted. “Now, I want you to assume the position of a subservient male slut like you are” came the nameless and faceless voice behind me. I bowed my head in supplication and looked towards the floor. In spite of the pain there is was, bigger than life, hard and throbbing in front of me. As hard as I tried (no pun intended) I could not get it to go down. I heard Cindy chuckling as I felt her gaze on me… “Ooh Karen, do you think that he has been a good boy yet? One piece of the puzzle solved, the second person was Karen, and the voice was androgenous, but something did not fit the profile. The second person was taller than Cindy (judging from the way the breasts dug into my back as she stood behind me….to be exact, the second person was about as tall as me. When she talked to me her voice came from a level even with my ears, but I didn’t feel her leaning over…and what was that I experienced a few minutes ago…not the cold rubber of a dildo or a strap on….I quickly figured this was no ordinary gal behind me…but… I felt two hands on my shoulders lifting me upwards till I was standing again, then felt the hot breath on the right side of my neck and a tongue slowly tracing along my earlobe. Cindy stepped forward and reached out for my cock, slowly stroking it in her hand…it jumped and I could feel the clear liquid flowing from the tip. The hands behind me reached around again and palms stroked over my nipples, bringing them to points like two bullets. I wasn’t sure what to expect next, but I knew I was interested, and God, it felt good. “Mmmmm, you’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you” Karen’s voice coo’d in my ear. “I see Cindy has the proof and I bet I know where you want to put it…” My mind was going nuts, thoughts spinning through my head so fast that I wasn’t sure that what I was going through was real or not. Cindy’s touch was like a thousand feathers on my cock….Karen’s breath on my neck and her incessant tounging and tickling was driving me up a wall. Her left hand went from my chest to my ass, and I felt a finger probing my pucker. I was still relatively loose from the previous episode, then felt a finger slide inside me and wiggle around. I gasped at the intrusion, and as I did, Cindy’s hand tightened around my cock and pushed the skin back towards my scrotum, tightening the skin and pushing it taut. I felt the fingers of her other hand slide over the tip and spread the pre-cum around the head. “How’d you like a sandwich, hungry boy?” came the voice at my earlobe. The question was punctuated by a second finger being thrust deep inside me and feeling the ring stretch as she worked her fingers back and forth, sideways and then balling up inside me. Cindy pulled me forward towards the couch where I had been spread-eagled earlier and laid down, pulling me towards her and on top of her. Karen followed, never breaking contact with me. Cindy’s legs opened and she pulled me to her pussy with no ceremony, just a commanding tug on my cock. I could feel her warmth and the smell of her arousal was penetrating my nostrils, making them flare like a dog on a hot trail. “Come on, Ed, time for your reward for being so good tonight”. My cock was enveloped by a wet heat that could only be described as being sucked into a hot, oily velvet glove. I could feel every ripple and bump as she pulled me in. I started to pull back but felt a hand on my ass pushing me forward, not allowing me to retreat. I felt a sudden cold liquid dripping down my ass and into the crack. “Now comes the good part” Karen chuckled as I felt a hot, blunt object probing at my sphincter. I felt the familiar pressure against me again and exhaled, relaxing the ring for what I knew was going to come next. The ring expanded and I felt the head going in again, then stopping for a moment. “Here hon, “ Karen whispered, “take a second and get used to this again.” I felt her move slowly forward again; the length pushing deep inside me, then slowly withdrawing. As she withdrew, she pulled my hips up, forcing me to pull back from inside Cindy. The pressure changed and I was pushed down again, and her cock was pistoning back into me, setting a rhythm that was slow and steady. As I pushed down, Cindy slowly rocked her hips upward into my pelvis, putting pressure on the base of my cock. It felt like Karen was fucking Cindy with my cock-her’s putting an exquisite pressure on the back of my balls as she thrust inside me. It felt like I imagine thrusting across a woman’s G-spot would feel…feeling the underside of the mushroom shaped head riding over the walnut sized spot…feeling every vein and bump as it slid deeper inside me. I was not paying attention to what was happening with Cindy as the feelings of ecstasy overtook me from behind. I was thrusting my cock downward and as I would hit bottom in Cindy, I would wiggle my ass as I pushed back up onto Karen’s formidable cock and urged it deeper into my bowels, feeling the head throb and expand as she pushed in. Cindy reached up with her hands and pulled my face to her and forced me to look into her eyes as we did our three way fuck. I saw a glint of mischief in her eyes as she looked first into my eyes and then into Karen’s. Her hips bucked up against mine and I could feel the large bump of her clit as it made contact with the base of my cock. Each time she reached the top, she would pause, give her hips a little swirl and prolong the contact. I could feel the tip against her uterus as it pushed ever deeper. Every now and then, as Karen pumped into my ass, Cindy would rock her hips to change the angle of my penetration. The feelings were exquisite as they choreographed their dance with me like the proverbial marionette, dangling on their strings as they manipulated my body between them. I felt Karen’s hands come around me and grasp my chest and nipples, pulling, twisting and eventually forming them into little tits that she offered to Cindy. Cindy leaned upward into me, her tongue reaching up and grazing the nipples as Karen offered them. First a warm, wet tonguing, then a chill as the moisture evaporated when she pulled away and gently blew on them. My head was spinning, my mouth dry as my breath came rapidly in time with the continuous pummeling of Karen’s cock in my ass. Her balls were slapping against the underside of mine as I was thrust into Cindy’s velvet pussy by the force of Karen’s thrusts. I felt a tingling deep in my bowels as Karen’s cock probed ever deeper inside me; a tingling that started like a tickle and intensified ever so slightly the longer Karen fucked me. Soon it was overtaking my system, my eyes rolling back into their sockets as muscles in my ass and stomach started an involuntary clenching and rippling. It was having a similar effect on Karen as I felt the telltale sign of her impending release….the rapid expansion of her cockhead inside me, feeling each pulse of her heart deep inside me….the thrust being held that extra few seconds to prolong the sensations that I knew were flowing through her as they were beginning to flow through me… “Oh God….I’mmmm goooiiinnnnggg to cuuuuuum”, the tortured words flowing out like I was talking with a vibrato….. Cindy thrust upwards, burying me all the way inside her…Karen thrust downward burying herself inside me and they held me suspended between them…begging for release as muscles spasmed throughout my wracked body. I felt Karen’s prick release inside me, several ropes of cum bathing my intestines with a hot, viscous stream of passion…and as I felt her throb and jerk, it set off my own release. Three, four, five thick ropes of cum spurted out of my cock deep inside Cindy as she started a low wail deep in her throat that ended with a crescendo of moans punctuated by her pussy flooding and milking the remaining cum from my cock. She gave a final upward heave, timed with Karen’s thrust, and we all collapsed in a sweaty heap on the couch. I awoke a few minutes later to Karen’s cock shrinking and popping out of my ass, sliding along the crack and releasing her cum to run out and dribble over my balls onto Cindy’s crotch. I rolled off Cindy, still hard, and collapsed on my back on the floor. Looking up I say a tall, willowy, well built naked brunette with a cock and a smile. Cindy reached down and ruffled the hair on my head….. “Meet my husband and wife….Karen…or should I say Ken” was all she said. Karen smiled and leaned forward over my body, tongue trailing across my chest towards my neck and face…. “Nice to meet you, Ed….we still have all night to figure out what we want to do with you” was all she said. Dallas Ch. 02 His strong arms begin to position me on the bed so he has the best advantage of viewing my full body. He puts me where he wants me. Gently raising my dress, he glides his hand over my smooth legs. His hands stop short of my crotch and he watches me as he lifts the hem of the red dress to take a peek. "Still there?" I ask him... "Oh yeah," He grins and begins kissing my knees. Gently spreading my legs, he moves himself closer. His kisses are warm and tender as he works his way up my legs. I position a pillow under my head and adjust my beads that have fallen to one side of my breast. I feel his hand slide under my dress and rest gently on my pussy, as if he were taking my pulse. My head tilts back and I know that he is trusted to take care of my needs. The pulse is rapid, my pussy is wet and he inserts his finger gently. With a small gasp from me, he knows he should continue. He inserts his middle finger and I become flushed. Watching my reactions, he moves his mouth and places it over my clit. My head tilts back farther with a moan and I spread my legs wider for him. The tingles in my body begin to make me shiver. I reach for my breast and can feel my nipples standing straight and screaming for massage. As I am enjoying the warmth of his tongue and sucking on my clit, I massage my nipples and pull at my dress. His rhythm becomes faster and he throws the hem of my dress over my head. I raise off the pillow just enough to slip the dress over my head. All that is left is a little lace camisole covering my breasts. He watches my chest heaving. He watches as I pull at the ribbons that hold the camisole together. Once the lace is separated, my back arches and my breast are in full view. He turns his fingers upward and massages my full G-spot. I can feel my juices flowing and start to quiver. He knows I am close to cumming. He pulls out his fingers and they are covered in my sweet liquid. Repositioning himself, he inserts his fingers once again but now is able to suck on my nipples. I can hardly stand the double friction. My moans become replaced with heavy breathing and an "Oh Gawd, that feels so good." I hold his head close to my chest and tell him to bite me harder. My heart is beating out of my chest, my ass is raised in the air to not miss a single stroke and my back is arched with his teeth firmly gripping my nipple. A few more strokes of his finger and I have covered his fingers and hand with my fluid. He brings me to my breaking point. My groans and gasps are loud and my whole body shakes. He knows he has conquered the ultimate spots that are my erogenous zones. He knows me so well. As I start to relax, he covers my pussy with his warm hand, a gives me a gentle kiss. My hands begin to unclench the pillow and I release my arched back. Laying flat once again I open my eyes to see him move to the side of the bed. He is holding his hard cock close to my pillow. Presenting it to me, per se. As I roll to one side, I can lick his cock and pull it closer to me. Running my tongue over the shaft, I also tongue his balls. My hand takes a full, firm fist and I let my tongue dance on his crown. He sighs relief as I begin to suck his long cock. Knowing that I need him inside of me, I don't spend too much time lying down. I raise myself so I am between his legs with my mouth positioned to take every inch of him. Massaging his balls with my fingers and finally pulling his ass closer so he is fully fucking my mouth while standing in front of me. I can tell by his moans that he is becoming weak in the knees. I release my mouth and look up at him and lick my lips. His force in pushing me back on the bed and grabbing my hips to roll me over is unbelievably passionate. He raises my ass in the air and inserts his thick cock into my wet pussy. This forces him to climb on the edge of the bed for best penetration. As he begins to pound his member into me, I grab another pillow to help me stabilize myself. His force is very strong. He knows what he wants and I want to give it to him. He fucks me with the zest of an unbridled man who has been on a deserted island for years. It is all I can do to stay on the bed. I don't need to tell him 'harder'. He is pounding his cock so hard that I cum before he does. The passion is twofold. I can hear his moans as he is on the brink of exploding as he controls himself and pulls out. With a quick flip of my body, I am on my back and reaching for him to mount me. I whisper as I wiggle into position, "Take it home, baby. Fill me and give me all you've got. Make it hurt." He climbs up my body and begins kissing me as he readjusts his cock inside my pussy. He feels so good inside me. Hard and long and thick. He fills my pussy with his strong cock and stretches me. I love this feeling. I arch my back again to meet his strokes. He never removes his lips from mine. As he begins to release his cum and fill me, I can taste his erotic tongue and juices deep in my mouth. My hands are pulling his head as close as I can and my fingers are deep in his hair. The closeness that having his tongue in me and his cock in me at the same time is incomparable. The ultimate intimacy. The bond and the love are unmistakable. He releases everything he has to me. I have conquered the man in a way that only I can do. Starting to relax, I can feel his breathing slowing down. Holding me, having me pinned under him....there is no place I would rather be. This is what I envisioned the whole way down to Dallas. I live for this moment in time. This is why I came and this is why I love him so much. As I run my fingernails over his back and sooth the scratch makes that have suddenly appeared a bit red, I just let him breath. I whisper in his ear. "Do you want me to stay?" He gives me a slight nod 'yes'. I smile coyly and I take my thoughts to what I am going to do to him next. to be continued....... Dallas Ch. 03 Slowly rolling his exhausted body to one side, we lay with our eyes closed, my fingers enveloped into his. I can feel his breathing become steady and know that he is a well satisfied man. I lie next to this man who I have worked for and known for years and realize I have never spent the night with him. Is tonight the first? His breathing becomes sleeping and I hear the phone ringing in his jacket. Inching away from him, I step across the room and reach for his phone. I notice it is his wife and I set the phone in the bathroom, under a towel, to silence it. I didn't want it to wake him up. Lifting his white shirt off the floor, I slip it on and button a few buttons. Standing in the door frame of the bathroom, I watch him sleep. He looks very peaceful, so very handsome. Vulnerable. The wicked thought of jumping in the middle of him and riding him crosses my mind, but I drape my red dress across him instead. I can't resist painting his toenails with a single coat of my red nail polish. I brush it on lightly and quickly with silent giggles. Taking the fruit plate and what is left of the wine in the bottle, I step out to the balcony. Nestling in a chair to watch the traffic lights zipping to who knows where in downtown Dallas on this fine evening, I wonder how many of the masses would like to be sipping wine and eating strawberries. Leaving the door cracked a bit, the noise from the street and sirens from the distance wake him out of his afterglow nap. I can hear the bathroom door close and know that he is awake and moving around the room. He pulls his pants on and checks his phone. Pushing the sliding glass balcony door open as he joins me, I ask him if he wants some strawberries. He lays his phone on the table, adjusts the chair so he can sit at the table with me and says "sure". I ask him if he got his phone message and he responds with a grunt. He is not quite fully awake and notices that I have his shirt on. "When did we change clothes?" he asks. AND when did my toenails become blood red? Smiling innocently and replying "when you were sleeping, I guess Tinkerbelle decided to play tricks on you. She must like the color red." I hand him a strawberry. He lifts his toes in the air to admire the paint job. "This is a first." he admits. "Well, she could have doused you in chocolate and had her way with you, so you got off easy I think." Smiling at him, I sit back in my chair and watch the lights. "I want you to do something tomorrow," he begins. Perking up and taking notice that he is awake and his mind is beginning to spin, I ask him "What would you like, dear?" "I have to be at the convention center early. I want you to go shop and get a black suit and join me on the floor for the lunch break." "Ok", I reply. "Not a problem." I'm glad he asked me to join him. I was hoping to spend more time with him. My mind begins to race as to how I can doll up a black suit and show up at the booth and be his eye candy for the day. We finish the fruit plate and wine bottle in comfortable silence. He rises and takes my hand and leads me back inside. Closing the door behind us, he leads me to the bed. I sit gently and he asks if he can stay in my room tonight. I hand him a pillow, smile at him and ask him which side he wants. to be continued... Dallas Ch. 04 I never hear his phone alarm. He slips out of my room very early and into his own room to get ready for the day. He has to be on the convention floor by 8am. I sleep in and lounge with a cup of coffee and debate my shopping expedition. Looking in the phone book, I find the nearest Shoppe that I think will have something he has desired. Black suit. He didn't give any more specs. I gather my thoughts, take a quick shower, make myself presentable and head downstairs for a taxi. The Shoppe has assorted suits, many in black leather, and many in satin. It was not a Dillard's, by any means.... but I wasn't after a frumpy suit. I find a low cut, black satin pin stripe suit and matching hat. Also, a red low cut top. Perfect! I take the items to the dressing room and decide which type of jewelry it needs. Knowing that the jewelry will never be seen or noticed, I skip the jewelry and think that Less is More. Change clothes, check out, and head back to the room. Grabbing the phone, I call room service to have gourmet lunches package for me when I am ready to leave. Hair up for the hat, heels from last night, a spritz of perfume and I am ready to turn heads at the convention. Arriving at the east door, I wander a bit and make my way to the hall. Noticing allot of men in stiff shirts, ties to tight and bad suits, I begin to feel sorry for them. They notice me and I give a small smile and pass them by. Soon I can see the familiar faces and I stand still, hesitate and take a breath. He has his back to me. I approach the booth and can feel my heart beat faster. Anytime I see him, it makes my heart jump a beat. The others in the booth look around him to view me and he finally turns to see what they are looking at. He takes a double take and says "wow." I smile and whisper to him..."You said a black suit. You should have seen what I COULD have bought." A few hugs and 'glad to see yous' are given to me. I hand him the hotel lunch package and he says "Good, I'm hungry; let's go outside to the tables." He takes me by the arm and leads me to the elevator. "Opps," I giggle and remind him I forgot my underwear again. "No shit", he comments. "In that outfit who cares?" Making our way thru the crowds of many business men, he has a death grip on my arm. "Are you afraid someone will nab me?" I inquire. "No, I just want them to know you are with me." he replies. "Oh".. I glide by his side and smile coyly at the faces we past I hesitate for a second and pull on his arm. "Do you know that man?" I ask. "He is the one from the lobby last night." Giving the "John" a quick glance with an 'eat your heart out' attitude, I am guided past him without a word. Once outside, we find the picnic tables in a remote area and I climb on the table top and unpack the lunch. He situates himself between my legs on the bench. "Well, you didn't let me stay inside for very long." I comment. "Nope, Not gonna share you today." he smiles at me as he looks at my chest and licks his lips. "Humm.....Don't want to make the men inside uncomfortable now do we?" I question. "Nope, and I'm not going to be uncomfortable for very long. We will go back inside for about an hour and then you are mine." I had no question that he could only take so much of this outfit. It was classy, but revealing and screamed of needing to be ripped off of me. He wanted to be the one to do that. We finished lunch and returned to the booth. I am noticed by many who enter the booth and he is carefully watching the crowd's reaction to me and my personality. My friendliness is attitude rival my outfit for attractiveness. He is careful to stand behind the table display to hide his distressed cock. He is not sure he likes me standing to far away from him. It is a sign of independence and I want him to know that it is okay for me to hug others and have others touch me and kiss my cheek. My peripheral vision knows where he is at all times. After an hour or 2 passes, he loads his bag and starts excusing us for the afternoon. He makes up some story that we have to be someplace else. Yeah, I know where he wants to go... I'm thinking others are jealous and want to go also. Again, he takes my arm and escorts me to the elevator. "Where are we going" I ask. "I want you to take me to the store where you got that outfit." he replies. "I want to get you more of those." To be continued... Dallas Ch. 05 The Shoppe is still open when we arrive. Inside this store are many items that could be considered erotic. There are adult toys, videos, creams, lotions and clothes. His eyes are bright and he just stands in the door way and stares around the room. Somewhat intimidated but more embarrassed. I move towards the creams and begin applying a few on my wrists and hold them up for him to smell. He informs me that it doesn't matter to him, just get a vanilla. I roll my eyes at his lack of diverse favorite flavors and grab the vanilla cream and oil. "Whatever floats your boat", I mumble and grin at him. Then I pick up the chocolate flavored cream for me to use on him. We move past the display and look at the toys. I inform him that I brought my own and show him a package similar to mine. The clothes are on the other side of the Shoppe and we stroll towards them. Nities, robes, feathers, panties, they had it all. I flip the feathers on the neck of a nitie and he nervously flips thru a few on the rack and hands me a white, short robe with satin and lace. "Here, try this one on." he requests. "Come with me." I wink and move towards the dressing room. Once inside and the door is locked, he sits down and hands me the robe. I slip out of my black jacket. I begin to unzip my skirt and when I bend over to take my shoes off, he gets a bird's eye view of cleavage. I look up at him and hold the pose. He reaches to touch what he has wanted to touch for hours. He grabs my breasts with both hands. I know right then that I am not going to get to try on the white robe. I slip my skirt down and he stands and unbuckles his belt. He is bulging and can hardly get his underwear down over his hard cock. He pushes me against the wall and kisses me. With the help of the wall, he lifts my legs and positions me on top of his throbbing cock. Thrusting into me, I am pinned. He uses all his force to bury himself inside of me. Holding on to his neck, I ride him in mid air. Trying to be quiet, I gasp with each thrust. The passion in his power holds me and I am helpless to his demand. He is so ripe that it doesn't take long and he is exploding inside of me. I grin at him after he slowly releases my legs to the floor. I whisper to him "I'm sure we are not the only ones that have ever done that in this room." He can't speak. Kissing him slowly as I gather my clothes and proceed to get dressed. He sits down and watches me. We manage to make our way to the check out counter with our items and the clerk remarks "Sure this is all you need?" We can't even look at the clerk. He lays his credit card on the counter and just turns his back. I start to giggle and ask the clerk if he has any bracelets. He points to the glass case and shows me the studded leather straps. I graciously reply. "No, I'll pass, thank you. Not what I had in mind." Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the Shoppe door open and a very embarrassed man exiting. I thank the clerk and stand on the sidewalk while the car door is being opened for me. "Did you have to make small talk??" he laughs. Giggling, I enter the car. "What's the matter, hon? Do you really think that a Shoppe like that gets embarrassed?" "Get real, there were probably mirrors or video camera's in there." I adjust my top as he goes around to the other side and gets in. "Never a dull moment with me on a trip, huh?" I grin and place my hat on his head as we started back for the hotel. To be continued... Dallas Ch. 06 Back at the hotel, we decide to return to our rooms, respectfully, and change for dinner. "I'll meet you downstairs in the bar in about an hour" he tells me. "Ok, that's fine, I'll see you there." Kicking off my heels and thinking I have just enough time for a quick bath. Grabbing my robe, I also search in my bag and find my toy. It is going to join me in the bath this time. With my bath water running, I lay out my black pants and sweater for the evening's attire. Slipping in the hot water, I relax instantly. Thoughts of the crazy day drift thru my mind and I touch myself with a warm wet sponge. I let the water dribble over my breasts and feel my nipples harden. I run my fingers over my nipples and enjoy the feeling. The warm water is intoxicating. Laying back and spreading my legs, my toy finds its way to my pussy. Swollen still from the afternoon's adventure in the Shoppe, I let my mind go back to the thoughts of a camera or two way mirrors. It doesn't take much massaging of myself and the first orgasm comes quickly. Stopping there, I am beginning to wonder what the evening has in store for us. Knowing I must leave in the morning, I want it to be spectacular. Dressed and ready to enter the elevator, I have to wait for it to arrive. When the door opens, I start to take a step and run right into "John". He stops me by taking a hold of my shoulders. "Oh, excuse me, I didn't mean to....." I start to mumble. He hold me a minute and tells me that it is okay, no harm done. I am embarrassed at my clumsiness and begin to blush. He asks "where is the fire?" I reply "No fire, yet......but if I have anything to do with it...things will be blazing later this evening." He smiles and asks if I need any help. '"Uh,, I don't think so, but you never know." is my reply. Needing to kick myself for my cocky reply, I think to myself...What am I going to do with this guy? I seem to keep running into him. He tells me his room number and asks for me to give him a call if I need any help tonight. The elevator begins to close, I step inside and I just smile and say "Thanks." At the bar, the room is dark and a few people are sitting at the tables. I approach the bar and ask if they have a dinner menu. The bartender hands me one and I begin to study the entrees. I don't hear any footsteps as I am engrossed in reading and the music is a bit loud. He slips up behind me and kisses me on the back of the neck. It sends shivers down my spine. I turn and greet him with the menu and tell him that I have already made my choice. He takes it from me, lays it down on the bar and tells me he has already made plans for us. We order a drink and I begin to question the evening. "Since I have to leave in the morning, what are the plans for the night?" I ask. "Well, I thought I'd give you a special dinner and a special dessert tonight." "I have made reservations for us at the Reunion Tower." he replies. "Oh my, How romantic." I reach for his hand and give it a squeeze. "He continues.."I have a taxi waiting for us to go now, are you ready?" "sure", and I grab my purse. The drive was short, quiet and romantic while watching the city lights. We sat close and enjoyed our last moments together. The dinner was exquisite, the time passed quickly. "I don't think I left room for dessert". I explain as I sip my glass of champagne. He sets his arms on the table and folds his hands gently. "The dessert is not here", he explains. I watch him as he prepared to pay for our meal and put his jacket on. He takes my hand and I silently allow him to help me with my chair. We proceed down to the Hyatt Regency Hotel. Instead of exiting the complex, he approaches the desk and asks for his room key. Oblivious to his design of the evening, I stand and listen intently. He clearly has the lead. Taking my arm, we make our way to the new room. Once inside, the room is laced with a dozen roses. In awe of the beauty of them, I begin to feel the richness of the petals and bend to smell the fragrance. "These are just absolutely lovely," I whisper to him. "I knew you would like them and I have always wanted to present them to you, but never had the chance back home." he responds. Gently he puts his hands on my waist and nudges at wanting to remove my sweater. I silently lift my arms and let him lift it over my head. He lays it aside and runs his fingers over my red bra. I am speechless and afraid to say anything. I just watch him. My heart beat is beginning to gain speed. He slips my bra loose and gently releases it from my shoulders, never taking his eyes off my chest. Running his finger down my cleavage, first the left and then the right, I close my eyes at his touch. He unbuttons my pants and lets them fall to the floor. I step out of my shoes. My red lace panties are all that I have left on. Reaching up and removing a curl from my eye, he slips his hand behind my neck and gently pulls me into a warm wet kiss. I'm a gonner. I am so moved and so hypnotized at this point. Leading me to the bed, he motions for me to lie down. Thinking I am about to be invaded, he reaches in his pocket as he removes his jacket and pulls out the bottle of vanilla oil. He asks me to roll over and begins to massage my back. First in the small of my back as he works his way to my shoulders. His big warm hands covered in oil feel so good. The aroma of vanilla is very pungent. He works his way down each arm and into each crease of my fingers. I turn my head so I can see his shadow. Slowly he continues to massage and makes love to my back with his hard fingers. Reapplying oil to his hands he turns his attention to my legs. All the way down each leg and spending extra time on each foot. My toes are gingerly and lovingly caressed. I feel a gentle tug as he rolls me on my back and begins to massage my front. Careful not to touch my nipples, he traces the same pattern as he just performed on my back. I cannot open my eyes. I am so relaxed. I am in a trance. He gently removes my panties and I hear him at the foot of the bed undressing. Time seems to stand still. Taking each of my ankles, he softly pushes them to bend my legs. He spreads my legs as he climbs in between me. I feel his tongue on my nipple. His hands are resting on my shoulders. I turn my head to kiss his hand and he inserts his finger into my mouth. Giving my other breast equal attention, I begin to arch my back. He reaches for a pillow and places it under my lower back. I stroke his hair in silence. He places his lips on my raised clit. Sighs and moans are the music in the room. His tongue massages my clit and his fingers and hands are warm on my stomach. He moves his hands down to my thighs and presses them to open me further. His tongue travels as far as it can inside me. The shudders and moans I give him are pleasing him. His tongue is strong, his lips are warm and I have my first orgasm. It is a slow one, just a teaser of the power he has over me. Slowly he lets his tongue explore the whole region and finds his way to my stomach. I reach for my breasts and hold them for him to find. My hands are replaced by his. His hands take control and massage the full breast. Arching my head back, I can feel his hard cock closing in on my pussy. I am throbbing with desire to have him enter me. I raise my hands over my head to give him full exposure and control. He extends his fingers and traces my arms to be in the same position. He interlocks his fingers in mine. One full thrust, one full gasp and he is in me. I freeze the moment in my brain. There is nothing separating us now. Our breathing is together and we start the rhythm of the dance. It becomes a waltz. His kiss is deep, long and strong. His cock is hard, thick and full. The dance is perfect and carefully orchestrated as he pumps his cock into my wet pussy. He makes love to me in his special way. Wiggling and grinding, I feel his cock become so swollen. He reaches for my legs and bends them to my sides. I pull my knees open to allow him as much room to bury himself inside of me. "Do you love being fucked by me?" he whispers. "I love being fucked by you." I answer. "Can anyone fuck you like I can?" He whispers. "No one can fuck me like you can." I answer. "Do you love my cock inside of you?" he whispers. "I love your cock inside of me." I answer "Do you feel full of me?" he whispers. "I feel full of you." I answer. "Do you want me to cum inside of you?" he whispers. "I want you to cum inside of me." I answer. He reaches for my hair with both hands and pulls. He begins his pressure strokes on my hot cunt. My pussy responds with tightening around his thick cock. His thrusting is rapid. His cum shoots hard, deep inside of me. I can feel his warm liquid massaging my pussy. I have had the ultimate massage. My orgasm reaches every muscle in my body. His moans from orgasm are pain and pleasure. We slowly release the grip we have on each other and begin to relax. I ask him not to move just yet. I want to feel the moment just a little longer. He rolls to one side, taking me with him, still in an embrace. To be continued... Dallas Ch. 07 A slow and easy night makes for restful slumber. We wake quietly to the morning rays peeking through the drapes and I know it is the morning of my departure. Covering my head and rolling over, I am in no hurry to leave. We call for coffee and begin the journey back to our original hotel rooms. Once there, I gather my things and prepare my bags for traveling home. "I'm keeping the chocolate cream," I explain to him as he sits and watches me pack my bag. "Ok," he responds and adds, "I'm keeping the vanilla oil as I have another night her in Dallas. Keep the chocolate for the next time." I turn and wink at him and can't resist giving him another bear hug. Holding me tight in his arms, he whispers "I'm really glad you made the trip." "It was all for you, hon. And I had a wonderful time." I say to him as I look into his eyes. He gives me a deep kiss and whispers to me he will see me soon back at the office. "Ok, I think I am ready to go now," I lift my bag on my shoulder and he takes it off and says "I'll get that for you and see you to your car." My car is pulled up and a few more words are spoken of well wishes and have a safe trip. He watches me pull out of the parking lot and then hangs his head. Turning to the doors to make his way back to his room and get ready for the day, he sees "John" standing at the desk. "John" is watching him reenter the lobby and speaks to him. "Does she have a sister?" He asks. "No, and she is HIGH maintenance, but I hate to see her leave." He responds. "She spoke very highly of you." John says, as he proceeds to checkout at the counter. Looking back at the glass doors, he says "I don't know what I would do without her. I don't want to find out either." Rubbing his arm, he is sad. Checking back into reality, he prepares his mind for his last day at the convention. Dreading the day, he enters the elevator. Entering his room, he sees the bottle of vanilla oil she left behind for him to enjoy. Picking it up and sniffing it, it brings back a vision of their time together in Dallas. Just won't be the same without her, he thinks to himself. Just won't be the same..... He takes her vision with him into the early morning shower and wonders how long it will take to get back home to her.