0 comments/ 27023 views/ 0 favorites Day Two By: Theresa Moore Taking off my blindfold and untying both of my arms, this handsome stranger informs me that I will be helping him paint. Hmmmm....all kinds of ideas are going through my head! With a confused look on my face he smiles. "Don't worry my pet, you will enjoy what I have in store for you today." He then takes my hand and leads me to a bathroom. Thinking to myself, "this room is the size of my house!" I smile but still confused. He opens up a draw and takes out 8 small bottles...each one a different color. Glancing at one of the caps I read, "Edible." Now I can feel my body getting very excited. I am then informed that these are edible body paints and I am to paint myself as he watches and then I will paint him. Now this is something I will enjoy! I start with orange and slowly trace my nipples...One at a time. I look over into my Master's eyes for approval and he intensely watches...glancing down I can see he is very turned on. I take some blue and make a trail from each nipple down to my pussy. Switching to purple I then cover my pussy lips and start to continue down my thighs. Adding some erotic humor...I take white and massage it onto my ass, thinking to myself...now the moon is out.... And I let out a small chuckle. My body is very sensitive and smells very fruity. Wondering if I will be his breakfast I start to feel my juices dripping down my thighs. Come my pet, it is now time for you to create your masterpiece on my body. I bend down to start at his feet.... Each toes a different color. I then start to massage his calves as I work my way up his legs. Allowing me to be very creative, I put red in my hands and start painting my name on his thighs...then I mix some green with the red and continue higher where he is rock hard. I very carefully make a face on the head of his cock. I love every minute of this and from the looks of things he is also! I now mix all of the colors on his hairy chest and make a rainbow starting at one nipple and then ending at the other one. I complete my work of art by painting a pot of gold at the end of his rainbow...he starts to laugh because I have slightly tickled him. Taking me into his arms we smear our painted bodies together. Turning me around, his hands go right for my nipples and he is playing and teasing them. Pulling me closer I grind my ass into his hardness and I hear moans of pleasure being whispered in my ear. His hands are caressing my breasts and then traveling lower to my thighs...my juices are now flowing out and onto his hand where he rubs it into my painted body. He turns me around, smiling he puts his lips to mine and kisses me... putting his tongue deep into my throat ...Our bodies are woven together and our tongues are inter-locked. This has been an extraordinary experience for me and I love it! Thinking to myself...What will his plans be for me next...He then releases his hold on me and turns the shower on. My slave, it is now time for you to lather my body while massaging me. We both enter into the shower and he hands me a pair of shower gloves and the soap. I lather my glove-covered hands and start to massage his chest. I love to touch and play with the hair on his chest. I am so excited that he comments on how hard my nipples are and have stayed this way since we started with the paints. Just the idea of not knowing what is next has made me cum over and over again...even without the feel of his touch. I start to massage his cock with my hands and then he turns me around and bends me over in the shower. Water beating on my back I feel him putting gel all on and around my asshole. Anticipating this and now for it to happen...my entire body is aching for his cock to enter. In his stern voice I hear him ...are you ready for me my pet? I answer, "Yes." He rubs a little more gel on his cock and then slowly enters my ass. Moving in and out and increasing his speed I moan so loud that between the tightness on his cock and my moans of pleasure we both start to cum so hard like never before...With a very satisfied look on our faces we rinse each other off and get out of the shower. My tall handsome stranger is definitely no longer a stranger to me after this. He is now towel drying me and kissing some of the droplets of water off of my shoulders. I turn and dry him off and massaging him at the same time. "You look a little tired my pet, perhaps a nap will help?" Carrying me into the other room he puts me on the bed and covers me with a lightweight blanket. Walking over to the side he makes his way into bed and cuddles up next to me. Whispering to me ...Now sleep well because my most exciting surprise for us is yet to come. Kissing my cheek, he smiles at me...I look into his eyes, smile back and then cuddle closer into him. Day Two - Afternoon For D.—the love of all my lives. * I waited for what seemed like an eternity before I was joined again by Connor, Dr. Feria and Paul. Connor stood beside me, checking to see that all was okay and Paul busied himself taking notes while Dr. Feria commented on my progress. "Has she eaten today?" posed Dr. Feria. "Yes, she had the standard breakfast," Paul replied, with Connor nodding an affirmative. "Good, let's get her bowels cleaned out again, and get her ready for presentation." These words set off a flurry of action. I was eased down to the edge of the examining table and turned onto my sore and aching back. Paul left the room, ostensibly to arrange for my enema, and Connor moved to the space between my open legs. Dr. Feria joined her there. I felt a tug as the plug in my ass was twisted and removed, leaving my ass gaping and clenching, searching for the invader that had rested there. It wasn't long before I felt Dr. Feria's fingers searching my aching bottom. "She seems to be quite elastic here, that will play well with her presentation." "Yes, Ma'am, she does have a bit more to give, though." Paul returned with the enema bag and made quick work of hanging it nearby while Connor searched for a suitable nozzle. Finding one, she quickly smeared slick lube on my ass and not so gently seated the nozzle against my tight opening. Warm water quickly filled me up, making me moan with an embarrassed pleasure. The scent of peppermint permeated the room, making me wonder. Soon, the warmth of the water gave over to an exquisite burning sensation as I realized the water must have an extract of peppermint in it. Unable to stop myself, my hips began moving in slow circles, the peppermint acting on my membranes to produce a wonderful tingle. Finally, after receiving the enema, Connor held a basin under me so I could expel the waste. "Bathe her, and bring her to the presentation room in an hour," commanded Dr. Feria. "Her potential buyer is here to examine her." Connor led me to a tub filled with tepid water and bade me get in. Once seated, I was handed a cake of soap, a cloth for washing, and a disposable razor. After washing and making sure the razor left every bit of skin smooth and silky, I exited the tub and smoothed scented lotion over every inch of skin. The anticipation of meeting my prospective owner caused my skin to tingle and my groin to ache with need. I was led to another room down a long hallway. It was brightly lit, yet comfortable, with cushy sofas and chairs. Along one wall, a wooden bench rested ominously, its padding soft and leather. I was led to this and told to sit. Connor adjusted the catheter tucked inside me, made sure I was not in any physical distress, and left. I was alone. A short time later, she returned, along with Dr. Feria and someone I hadn't met yet. Assuming this to be my prospective buyer, I steeled myself to make the best possible impression. I adjusted my posture and held my chin high. Almost immediately, a sharp sting on my buttocks gained my complete attention. I gasped at the surprise. "Focus your eyes on the floor, slave," Dr. Feria commanded. "I'll not have you misrepresenting our program here." The stranger walked up to me, circling around my body, asking several questions of Dr. Feria. They left the room, only to return a few minutes later, with orders for me. "Lie face down on the bench, slave," the stranger directed. His voice resonated within me, caressing my soul. I followed his instructions and placed myself face down on the bench, arms and legs draped to the floor. "Warm her up a bit, and then I'll make my decision." "Sir, you can't be serious," Dr. Feria replied. "That is completely against protocol. If she can't completely submit, it could ruin her future chances for placement into service, and our reputation as a training center." "Regardless, I am the one considering purchasing her. I'm afraid I insist." "Very well," Dr. Feria responded, "If you will accompany me into the observation room, preparations will be made and we can begin soon." "With all due respect to your establishment, and their protocols, I prefer to remain with the slave, to see for myself." "As you wish, Sir." And with those words, Dr. Feria nodded to Connor and she began opening cabinets and drawers and removing various implements of pleasure and torture. Paul hurried quickly into the room, and together they worked to make sure everything Dr. Feria needed was easily accessible. "Not only this slave, but the other one, too," the stranger spoke. "I want to see both of them tested, see how they relate to each other." "Sir, you never informed us of your intentions. Only one slave is being prepared for presentation." "Well, now, I think I may want to purchase both of them, if they relate well together. They can entertain each other while I am away." "Of course, Sir. Connor, you'll be tested as well, for placement with Mr. Stewart," Dr. Feria directed. "Paul, see to the arrangements for Connor's tests as well." "Yes, Ma'am, right away." "But, Dr. Feria," Connor stammered. "You'll do as I say, slave," Dr. Feria commanded. Immediately, Connor was reduced in stature. She seemed to sink in on herself, and her demeanor changed completely. Gone was the person who had answered my questions, and in her place stood a cowed, deferential slave. Her head tilted forward, just a little, and her gaze fell on a spot on the floor. "Slave, disrobe and present yourself for inspection." Connor quickly shed her garments, gently placing them in a neat pile on the floor. As she turned around, I had a chance to see her body for the first time. Her back was lined with faded scars, so light as to hardly be detected. Both nipples were pierced, with sparkling silver circles, catching and reflecting the light. She was beginning to flush from sexual excitement. I had my first glimpse of what a slave truly looks like. Never had anything seemed so beautiful to me. Dr. Feria began first with Connor. I got the unspoken message that this is how an ideal slave responds when tested, and I was to respond in kind. I watched as the process began. First, Connor was led to a sofa and draped over the back of it, legs spread, head resting on her crossed arms. Dr. Feria handed Paul a flogger and he began. Strike after strike fell on Connors back, bottom, and thighs. Over and over, Paul placed them perfectly, never once landing in the same spot. A warm, red hue spread over the stricken flesh, and Connor never once made a sound. A musky aroma began to waft through the air, and I noticed moisture gathering at the apex of her thighs. Droplets rolled down her legs, pooling on the floor below. Despite this, Connor remained motionless. Paul traded the flogger with a cane, and again, dealt blow after blow. Each impact elicited only the smallest response from Connor. The slightest gasp of air was the only indication that she felt the strikes that rained upon her backside. I looked more closely at her, and noticed tears gathering in her eyes. Beautiful submission. "Would I be capable of this level of submission?" I wondered. I had never wanted anything more. During a break in the punishment, Dr. Feria placed weights on the rings in Connors nipples. They stretched obscenely, and swung back and forth in time to each blow. More weight was added, and I felt the ache in my own breasts as hers were tortured deliciously. Paul paused in his beating, and took a moment to walk over to Connor and feel her backside with his hands, running them up and down the length of her body. "She's pinking up nicely," he noted. He walked over to a nearby cabinet and returned with a small tub of lube and a large phallus. Only the briefest preparations with the lube and the order came for Connor to impale herself. I watched, amazed, as she reached back with both hands and held herself open. Gracefully, she inched slowly back onto the dildo, taking its entire length inside herself with a quiet moan of pleasure. Paul resumed the beating, pausing every so often to strike the dildo lodged deep in her ass. Wetness ran down her legs, glistening and musky, adding to the puddle already there. "Put them together, now," Mr. Stewart's voice echoed through the room. I was led from my bench over to Connor. I paused, wondering what position I was expected to assume. Mr. Stewart motioned with his hands and Dr. Feria ordered me to kneel on my knees between Connor's legs. I could see her lips, soaked with arousal, and smell her need. "Mr. Stewart, how would you like them to proceed?" Dr. Feria asked. Connor didn't raise her head, but I could sense she was eager to hear his response. "The slave can cum, but only during punishment," was his answer. Dr. Feria directed her next comments to me, "Use your hands and tongue to help her achieve orgasm." I had never been with another female, but it was something I had wondered about for as long as I could remember. Now, I was being ordered to service another woman and pleasure her to orgasm. I arched my neck and inhaled the strong scent of arousal. I could feel my own sex growing moist and achy. Tentatively, I stroked my tongue along the edge of her mound. Connor was completely bare there, and glistening. I reached up and caressed the soft flesh that tempted me so. As I began my clumsy ministrations, Paul once more took up the flogger and mercilessly flailed away at Connor's already red bottom. Several times, a few strands snaked across my chin or cheeks, bringing fire with each stroke. I could only imagine how painful it was for Connor, having endured for so long. I endeavored to match the pleasure to the pain, hoping to give her a way to focus on something pleasurable. I spread her lips and took her swollen clit between my lips, sucking gently. Pulling it taut, and then flicking the tip with my tongue while I held it firmly in my mouth. I timed my licks with Paul's strikes, at first matching him, then following each blow with a flick of my tongue. My fingers reached up, finding their way to the wet heat of her sex. I pushed my way inside, met with a groan. Connor's legs were quivering, from the pleasure or from the pain, I did not know. Finding the spot inside that gave me so much pleasure, I stroked firmly while continuing to lick. Soon, Connor lifted her head and whispered "Sir, may I have your permission to cum?" "Soon, slave," Mr. Stewart replied. "Paul, just a little more pain for her, please," he added. Paul once again traded the flogger for the cane, applying stroke after stroke to Connor's bottom. "Now, slave, you may cum," Mr. Stewart ordered. I doubled my efforts as Paul doubled his. At the next stroke, Connor's sex clenched around my fingers as fluid gushed from her, soaking my face and hair. Her knees buckled, and she sank, spent, to the floor, lying incoherent and whimpering on the floor. "Now the other one," said Mr. Stewart. I was flogged in the same manner as Connor. Over and over the lashes fell on my flesh, inciting pain wherever the strokes landed. Paul's breath was coming quicker, and I could tell he must be growing tired, but I couldn't feel it in the punishment he gave me. Each stroke jiggled the catheter in my urethra and bladder, layering sensation upon sensation. After what seemed like an eternity, Paul switched to the cane. Strokes of fire crisscrossed my thighs and backside. Tears streamed, unnoticed, down my face. Connor was led to kneel under me, but wasn't allowed to touch. I got the feeling she was placed there only as a distraction, so that I might wonder if there was going to be any pleasure to accompany the pain. It never came. When finished, Paul remarked to Mr. Stewart "That's all I fear I can give her. I'm afraid I'll draw blood." "Thank you, Paul. Thank you, Dr. Feria. See that whatever loose ends they have are tied up. I'll be taking both of them." With those remarks, my future was sealed. Connor and I were both the property of Mr. Stewart. "What would my life be like with them?" I wondered. Day Two - Morning Please read Day One for this story to make sense. Day Two-Morning A soft, unknown sound penetrated the barriers of my sleeping conscience. I awoke, slowly, limb by limb, and stretched each one to relieve the tightness in my body. Shivery tingles and strange aches in uncertain places served as a reminder of the previous day's ordeal. I woke, strangely comforted, by the sight of the austere room that had been mine for the previous hours. No one had come to see to my welfare, to my knowledge, since the door closed and I had been locked inside. I was totally and completely alone. I had been given six hours for sleep. Groggily, I sat up and felt my sore and abused bottom still stretched around the plug which had been lodged there overnight. The sound that woke me echoed again, closer this time. Moments later, the door to my room opened and someone stepped inside. It was not someone I had met the night before. "I hope you rested well. My name is Connor. I had previous commitments last night that kept me from being here. There are more activities planned for you today. I brought your breakfast, and will come back for you in 20 minutes," she said. True to her word, Connor left a tray containing a carton of yoghurt with a spoon, a muffin, and a bottle of water. I ate, surprisingly hungry, considering the trauma of the previous evenings events and the wonder about future activities. When I finished eating, I waited on Connor to come for me. My wait was not long. She arrived quickly. "Close your eyes and hold out your arms." I did these tasks and a blindfold was placed over my eyes and some sort of restraint was wrapped around my wrists, binding them together. I held my arms down in front of me as I was led from the room. "Someone has made an offer for you, if your training proves successful. I am taking you for showing later on today." "I'm not ready for this," I silently screamed inside my head. "I've only been here one evening. What if I've made the wrong choice? Who will take care of the things that must be done if I enter into service?" I was led into a chilly room, with the sound of several voices nearby. They were the team from last night. Their discussion must have been a heated one, for though they were whispering, their words carried in the still air. "This is not acceptable protocol. She has only been here one night. He has no right to expect that she is ready for anything other than the remainder of the training," the woman from last night snapped. Connor spoke gently to the bickering couple, "Excuse me, please, I have the candidate you requested." When did I become the candidate? I had heard no one speak my name since I arrived last night. Is this part of the training? Do I cease to exist as a person to be reborn only as parts to be used for sexual pleasure? My name is Claire. I repeated this mantra over and over again to myself as I waited. The order was given for me to kneel and I was assisted to my knees. Connor stayed with me while the others in the room left. "Your training will begin soon. If everything goes as planned, you'll be tested on your pain threshold today." I heard Connor move to the edges of the room I was being held in. Other rustlings of sounds like chair legs, a pen on paper, and drawers being slid open and closed kept my mind from wandering. Another sound, a whoosh, and white-hot pain erupted on my buttocks. The shriek that followed came from my own mouth. With no warning, another strike blazed across my skin. Again and again, the whistle of the cane led into agony as strike after strike assaulted my back and buttocks. When there was finally a lull in the whipping, I found myself resting in a puddle. I had humiliated myself by releasing my bladder. Connor spoke softly to me, "Let me help you stand up." I didn't think it was possible. My legs were jelly, the stripes from the cane screamed with each motion, and nausea roiled in my gut. Connor gently but firmly hoisted me into a standing position and led me to a table of sorts, where she removed the blindfold and the restraints from my arms. It was the same table in the same room where I had been evaluated last night. "Lie down on your stomach, please." Gently, I lowered myself to the table in front of me. Connor spread cooling salve onto my fevered skin. That one simple act of kindness almost did me in. The tears came, a torrent, signifying the loss of myself, the submission of my body to another's will. "Roll over onto your back, please," Connor murmured. Though difficult, I managed to ease myself onto my back. Connor moved my feet into the stirrups at the end of the table and then helped me wiggle gingerly down to the end. My legs were spread, exposing my sex and my ass. As she was working, cleaning me, Connor bumped the plug still seated deep in my rectum. Funny, I had forgotten it was there. The agony of the beating had faded into a dull, warm ache. I felt myself squeezing my butt so I could feel the plug there. Connor moved away and the man from last night came in and stood between my open legs. "I need a Foley kit, 18 French, I think," he said. "Oh, and some Surgilube." "Because you couldn't control your bladder, Dr. Feria has decided that you'll be better off for now with a urinary catheter. The prospective buyer won't like it if you smell like pee when you're displayed. This won't hurt, but it may feel a little weird, especially if you've never been catheterized before." Connor strode over and opened me up further with her fingers while the man dipped his gloved fingers and a small rubber-like tube into a glob of clear jelly. He pushed the tube into my urethra and left it there a second for me to accustom myself to the feeling of an invasion of this previously virgin orifice. He was right; it didn't hurt, but strangely felt erotic as it snaked its way up my urethra and entered my bladder. He injected the sanitary water necessary to hold the catheter in place and taped the extruding length of rubber to my thigh and attached a small collection bag that I would be able to carry when it was necessary to walk somewhere. Even the smallest move reminded me of its presence as I waited. His next move was to press firmly into my lower abdomen. "The bowel feels okay, but another enema may be necessary tomorrow for her showing. I think we need to increase the diameter of the butt plug, but I'll have to check with Dr. Feria for approval." As he exited the room, Connor moved next to me. "Are you a candidate for service?" I whispered furtively to her. Her reply was slow in coming, as if she had chosen her words carefully. "I live here at the clinic," she answered. "I was taken into service 2 years ago and my master returned me after 18 months because he became ill and couldn't keep me any longer. I have a room here, and I work with the candidates during their testing, but I don't belong to anyone. Technically, my master is still responsible for me, but until his death, I can't be sold to anyone else. Dr. Feria and Paul will find another master for me when it's time." "Is your master now terminally ill?" I queried. "Yes, it was cancer that made him so sick. I don't know if he's still alive or not, but it was inoperable and he wasn't given a lot of time, so he may have already passed on. When it's possible, and a suitable master can be found, I'll leave here." The despair that accompanied Connor's words signified a love for her master that probably even his death wouldn't overcome. Strange to think that someone could feel that way about another person who controlled you. "Dr. Feria and Paul, are they the ones from last night?" I wondered aloud. "Yes," Connor replied. "They are in charge of the testing of candidates. Another committee is in charge of placement." "What do you do here?" I wanted to know. "You shouldn't ask so many questions. If we're caught, I'll be punished and your next session will be more severe than it has to be," Connor snapped. Just as I was about to ask Connor something else, Paul, the man from the previous evening returned carrying a tray of sorts laden with anal plugs of all sizes and materials. A hypodermic needle was resting alongside the plugs. Something resembling a mixture of apprehension and desire began to build in my belly. "Connor, is the candidate ready to begin?" Paul asked Connor. "Why does Connor keep her name?" I wondered to myself. I had only been addressed as 'the candidate'. "Yes sir, she is prepared," Connor replied. "She has been caned and the aloe salve has been applied." "Excellent, we can begin the expansion." I felt the plug seated in my bottom being twisted and pulled at the same time. Moments later, it popped out leaving my anus gasping and twitching. A quick hiss of air was the only indication that I had felt his ministrations. Immediately, a cold smear of something thick and slippery was slicked across my anus. Pressure followed, then a retreat. More pressure, from a larger object this time, causing me to gasp involuntarily. The pressure soon turned into a burning as the ring of muscle was stretched further to allow entry to my rear passage causing me to whimper. "She's accepting this one without too much trouble," Paul reported to Connor who was nearby with a pen in hand, taking down notes on my training session. "Because of the unusual circumstances with a possible master, I think I'll start with the largest and work backwards to get to her limit. That will save some time and we can get more accomplished should the prospective master decide to take her." I don't know which of those statements disturbed me most. I had seen the plugs he brought in and some of the larger ones looked terrifying. Finding out that there was someone who was interested in being my master so early on increased my stress level exponentially. I watched as Paul retrieved the hypodermic needle from the tray to disappear between my legs. Several quick stings followed by a burning sensation assailed my already aching ring of muscle. "Surely he didn't just inject my anus?" I wondered. "This is Xylocaine, the same thing the dentist uses to provide anesthesia to fill a cavity. I'll get the maximum stretch from your bottom this way." Minutes passed and my passage was numb. This was the strangest feeling ever. I couldn't tighten it, couldn't relax it, nothing. I looked to the side and saw Paul picking up the largest of the plugs. Briefly, he maneuvered between my spread legs and returned to the tray for another plug, a tiny bit smaller. Another try gained the goal of full insertion. "She accepted the #2 plug. Let's leave it in for a while." I was left lying there with my feet in the air and my rear passage filled. Paul stepped to the side and motioned for me to turn my head to notice the cane he had in his outstretched hands. "I only numbed the orifice; I didn't numb your buttocks. You'll feel each stroke of the cane." I could only nod and wait for the whir of the cane and the sting of the stroke. Immediately, lash upon lash fell upon my waiting buttocks. It was a strange sensation, the numbness coinciding with the pain of the cane. I counted ten strokes before he stopped, leaving me teary eyed and whimpering. "I think her pain level is acceptable for a candidate," Paul reported. "Her master may want to increase her threshold some, but for a new placement, she should be okay." I was left there, catheter in my bladder, plug in my ass, to wait for further instructions. Day Two with Josh I woke up early – I always wake up early ... it really sucks but I'm more of an early day person than a late night person. Josh, I have been told likes to stay up late and sleep late into the day. I was hoping to change that; ha ha! It was only 7AM so I figured I would be nice and let Sleeping Beauty have his rest since I intended to tax him the rest of the day. I went downstairs and made my tea and then sat at my computer writing for a little bit. It was very difficult to write stories about Josh when he was lying not 3 feet away in my bed no less. Nope, nope, nope ... couldn't concentrate. Leaving my tea and my computer I crept back into the bedroom and stood by the half wall that separated the bedroom from the "bonus" room where my treadmill and my elliptical trainer were stored and watched him as he slept. Okay how do you describe the most beautiful thing you've ever seen and have the person who's reading it be able to see it themselves without taking a picture? That's how I felt watching him sleep. He was curled onto his side, his face pressed gently into the pillow, hair splayed across it; the dark color a stark contrast to the light blue of the pillow cover. I had a sudden urge to play with it since it actually was as soft and silken as it appeared. His eyelashes were softly resting on his lower lids. His arms where straight down and tucked neatly between his knees which where bent. The covers had come down sometime after I left the bed so quietly I crept over and pulled them up over his arms. He jostled a bit then I felt a hand tighten around my wrist. "Where do you think you're going?" He mumbled and opened one eye. I smiled. "Just having some tea. Want some?" I asked as he tugged at me. "Not just yet. Come snuggle." Only a total fool would turn him down. I skirted around the other side of the bed and slipped between the sheets with him. He curled himself around me, our bodies fitting neatly together like locking blocks, or Legos if you will. Josh was snoring softly within minutes. When I was sure he was sleeping soundly I slipped away again and this time stood resting against my dresser and watched him for what seemed to be hours before my buns started to hurt and I went back to my computer. Sometime after 10 I decided I had to get on the treadmill, couldn't interrupt my routine – it's so hard to get started again after quitting! I changed into shorts and a tee shirt then began to walk. I knew he would wake up, how could he not but I was almost finished with my session when he rolled over and looked at me. I was jogging at that point and he smiled. "What are you running from?" He teased. I smiled. "Better question is what I'm running to." I panted. He grinned and then flopped onto his back. He rubbed the surface of his chest lightly and I felt electric sparks circulate throughout me. "Run to me, baby, come on ..." He said and slowly pulled the covers down his body. I watched as they slid down his chest, over his abdomen and then over his hips revealing his enlarged member. "Oh, look at this!" He said as his hands slithered back up the tops of his thighs and took himself into his hands. My thighs ached with desire to have him and I was flooded with passion as he began to stroke it. "Oh God, Josh." I groaned. "Wait for me." He was making all sorts of lustful faces as he stroked himself. It was all I could do to stay upright on the belt as it moved quickly under my feet. "Oh Terri, oh baby, you feel so good." He moaned, his eyes closed, licking his lips seductively. I groaned again, my body vibrating from the force of it. His eyes popped open and he looked at me. "Got any lube?" He asked. I burst out in giggles. "You are so not jerking off in front of me and not letting me partake." I puffed. He shrugged. "Fine I'll do it without lube; either way I'm doing it." I sighed. "The bottom drawer of my nightstand." I said . He rolled over, extracted the bottle of slippery liquid called 'Wet' and poured some into his palm. Slowly he greased himself up, lust burned throughout me as his engorged staff glistened from the liquid he spread all over it carefully. "Oh God." I whispered to myself as his hand moved up and down. I watched him as I ran and after a few minutes of his moaning and calling my name as he jerked himself I could see that he was getting close to coming. His eyes were closed, face awash in ecstasy, hips rising slightly as he grew nearer. "Oh Terri, I'm going to come." He breathed. I pulled the emergency plug on the treadmill and rushed over to the bed. I covered the head of him with my mouth and sucked deeply as he peaked and began to pump his hot seed. He moaned loudly. "Oh Jesus!" He cried as I sucked the juice right out of him, his body writhing in pleasure. All I have to say is thank God the windows weren't open! When I drank as much as he gave me I lightly licked the tip and then sat down on the side of the bed. He let out a breath and covered his eyes with his arm. "Oh God." He moaned. What is it about pleasure that causes us to invoke the Devine when we are at our most vulnerable? I smiled and kissed his fuzzy chin. "Good?" I asked. He nodded and removed the arm from his face. "I'm glad." I said and leaned over resting on his chest. He made to touch me and I told him I was very sweaty. "I don't care." He said. "Then I'll be sweaty too and we can wash each other in the shower." I chuckled into his chest. I gave up the rest of the workout; I'd done most of it anyway and went to take a shower. Josh lie lazily in bed as I turned on the water, stripped and climbed in. The water was chilly as I slipped underneath it and let it run over my head cooling me and regulating my body temperature. When I exercise I get so heated that my face turns into a glowing cherry so I take a cold shower afterward to bring me back to normal. I scrubbed my sweaty scalp then washed my clammy face. As I had my face under the spray I heard the shower curtain pull back and in stepped a very naked and smiling Josh – that was until he got a taste of the cold water. "What the fuck are you doing?" He exclaimed leaping backwards and flattening himself on the wall. "That water is ice cold!" I giggled and flicked some at him. "I'm cooling off." I said. "I'm freezing!" He whined and hugged himself. Giggling again I adjusted the temp so that it was warmer. "Better?" I asked with a smile and reached out for him. He slid hesitantly into my arms, not sure if he should trust my idea of 'warm'. He sighed as he felt the water, now a nice balmy temperature and ran his hands over my shoulders and down my back. "Better." He whispered as he took my mouth into his and kissed me. I pressed my body against him and let my hands fall to his small buns then downward where I wiggled them between his thighs. One hand made its way around to the front and slid up the front of his thigh and over his belly. He pulled back slightly allowing me access to his hardness. "You want more sex?" I teased as he groaned when I took his balls into my hand and massaged them gently. "Now you can't call what I just did 'sex'." He argued and hooked his hand under my knee, lifted it up and set my foot on the side of the tub so he could gain entry to the very wet spot between my legs. I moaned as he slid first one long finger inside then another. His mouth came down on mine again and we kissed for some time. "I want to eat you." He whispered into my ear as he passed it on his way to the little spot where my neck attaches to my shoulder, a place that in just one day he'd found was my most erogenous zone. At the first bite my legs went weak and I fell helplessly into him. "Oh please eat me." I gasped. "Or at least tenderize me." He snickered and then looked around the shower. "No room for eating in here. Let me help you get washed up then we'll adjourn to the other room." I pushed his head back to my neck urging him to bite again and he did. I stroked him lightly as he nibbled at me and his fingers tickled the delicate folds between my legs. He pulled them out a short time later and grabbed the shower puff that hung on the wall and squeezed soap onto it. Before washing me he pressed his mouth on mine again. Right at that point in time I didn't how long we took in the shower, if I could stand there all day kissing him I would without hesitation. He made little circles all over me with the soapy puff then with our mouths still engaged pushed me backwards under the waterfall. He shoved me out when I was rinsed and took a moment to wash his hair and body then found me toweling off in the bedroom. When I finished I twisted my towel and snapped him on the ass with it. He yelped and came after me, grabbing me, and tossing me down on the bed. I giggled as he tried desperately to tickle me but I delighted in telling him I'm not ticklish. "Who the hell isn't ticklish?" He asked frustrated. "Me." I said sitting up. He pushed me backwards and pushed my thighs apart. "Oh, Josh!" I said as he positioned his face between them and wiggled his tongue into my lips. I gasped at the first touch of his tongue against me, it slithered into the folds and he began lapping at me like a dog drinking water. "Josh ..." I breathed. It felt Heavenly and my body slowly became feverish with want as he teased me; licking here, sucking there. A short time later my thighs began to tingle as he slid one of his lengthy fingers inside me and pressed his tongue flat against my swollen clitoris. "Yeah, baby, right there!" I moaned. He licked faster and I was right at the peak when he slowed and pressed his finger in deeply. "Josh! Why did you do that? I was right there!" He chuckled and worked his tongue faster. I felt my orgasm welling inside, aching for release and he almost had me again when he backed off. I grabbed his wet curls and pulled him towards me. "Please?" I begged. This time he indulged me and bathed me with his tongue pulling me towards the edge and nudging me over it. My body pulsed with every wave of pleasure that washed over me. Before I had even come down Josh was on me, entering me swiftly and plunging himself inside pressing deeper with every thrust. He slid his hands under my hips and pounded into me. "Harder baby." I panted and pulled his mouth down on mine. We sucked at each other as he fucked me – I can't say we made love as what we were doing was not 'making love' – we were fucking and it felt fabulous! I knew he had it in him and I was happy he was putting it in me! He seemed to get more excited the dirtier I talked so I went on and on until he began to whimper as his orgasm approached quickly and overtook him. He buried his face in my neck as his body throbbed with the force of it and then he groaned when it was over. WOW! That was awesome! The best, EVER! And I wouldn't say that if it weren't true. I've had one absolutely fabulous lover in my life – he was every woman's dream. How I got so lucky I'll never know but he was hot and he could kiss, he could use his tongue in ways I'd never dreamed of and last but not least, he could fuck. Laying there on the bed, Josh's sweaty, sticky body on mine, lips lightly sucking my skin, I had decided that he had beaten the best's record and it actually brought tears to my eyes. I tried in vain to control them but they slid down the sides of my face and into my ears. Josh's hands were holding my head and when he felt the dampness he looked up at me and frowned. "Why are you crying?" He asked gently. I sniffled and tried to smile; it turned out to be a very weak, lopsided one and he kissed my warm lips lightly. "Come on, tell me." I sniffled again. "Because it was so good." I said and then giggled. He eyed me nervously. "Are you sure that's it?" He asked watching me for any sign of a lie. I nodded. "Yes!" I said and giggled again. He wiped the tears away with his thumbs and kissed me then smiled. "Well in that case it's okay." After handing me a wad of tissues (wet spot, remember?) we snuggled together under the covers and napped. When we woke we dressed, got in the car and sped off for the city of Chicago. I gave him the dollar fifty tour and when we passed the Art Institute he whined until I agreed to take him inside. We parked the car – holy crap $25 to park!!!! – And went inside. I'd been to the AI before and you know, I just don't understand how someone could take some paint, throw in on a canvas sign it and then sell it for a million bucks! Just so I wouldn't wander off or fall behind Josh slipped his hand inside mine and held it tightly as we browsed the galleries. "Okay, explain this Mr. I Have More Talent In My Little Finger Than Most People Do In Their Whole Bodies ... these ..." I waved my hand at a line of paintings that were reproductions of Campbell's soup cans. "These 'works of art' and I use the term loosely – I could have done this but they wouldn't be in the Art Museum!" He sighed. "Yeah but you're not Andy Warhol either." He said. "So fucking what!" I said, somewhat annoyed. "So he made abstracts of stars in different colors – I can do that on Paint Shop Pro!" He laughed. "I'll make one of you, does that make me famous?" He pulled me to him and hugged me. "You are silly." He said. "Does being silly make me famous? I could change my name to Silly Warhol, will that help?" I teased. He kissed my forehead and ignored me pulling me out of one gallery and into another. There was art I could appreciate – paintings where the artist has created a person and that person looks so real yet doesn't actually exist. I stood in awe in the still life gallery and Josh stood behind me, his arms around my neck, body pressed against me. "Now this ..." I sighed. "This is art." "It's beautiful." He said softly. He held me so close I could feel the vibration of his voice in my back. It gave me shivers. "Someday you will let me paint you." I snickered. "You mean like paint me or paint me?" I teased. "I'll paint you." He said and growled in my ear. "What will you use as a paint brush?" I said in a low voice. He only growled again. We moved on and before we knew it, it had grown late and Josh was starving. I talked him out of eating in the downtown area complaining that it was too expensive, you didn't get what you paid for, I hated all that trendy crap they tried to ram down your throat by telling you it's what they're eating in Hollywood ... blah blah blah ... after laughing at me he finally let me win the argument and we headed back out of town towards Naperville. Naperville wasn't real cheap eats either but at least they had quality fare. We ended up at BD's Mongolian Barbecue, a cool restaurant where you pick out all your ingredients and they stir fry it for you. Josh ate more than I would ever believe he could eat and then teetered somewhere between awake and asleep as I drove back home. Every now and then he'd pick his head up off the seat and ask groggily, "Are we there yet?" I'd smile and push his head back down stroking it lightly. When we got back to the townhouse I thought I was going to have to carry him back in and after a few minutes of coaxing he finally dragged himself inside. I pulled him up the stairs, pushed him to a sit on the bed and slipped off his shoes and socks. I pulled his shirt up over his head and pushed him gently backwards. His head hit the pillow as I unzipped his jeans and pulled them off him. I went back and forth in my head whether or not I should relieve him of his underwear and then as he snored lightly I decided to leave him be. I undressed and crawled in beside him curling into him and sighed pleasantly. Sometime during the night I woke to Josh pushing my legs apart with his knees. I allowed him his pleasure which of course was my pleasure too and then we slept sound.