0 comments/ 16345 views/ 0 favorites Denied By: sanatae Sarah was in the hotel room doing pushups when she heard the taxi pulling up. It was a small hotel, and it was an early hour. Club must've closed late, she thought as she pushed herself up and stood. She moved into the bathroom and flicked on the light. For a moment she stared at herself, She should be getting close. Staring into her gray-blue eyes she could see the effects of the alcohol. She pulled her shoulder length black hair out of the pony tail and shook her head, letting it fall down around her face. 12, 11 counting the steps up to their room, she twists on the faucet, mostly hot, with a touch of cool water. She striped then stepped into the stream of water, letting the shower scald her sweaty body. Applying the loofa she began to exfoliate her body, scouring along her reddening skin. 2, 1 Sarah was running the cheap, complimentary hotel shampoo through her hair when she heard the room door open. Her shower finished, she turned the water off and stepped out. Brushing her teeth before she wrapped a towel about her slender body, tucking the side in to keep it from slipping down as she returned to the bedroom. The room smelled like cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sex as Sarah walked back into it. It was too much for her already repressed urges, and the lowering of her inhibitions from the alcohol pushed her just over that fragile little edge. Salem lay facedown on the bed as Sarah moved toward the little closet area, pulling a length of rope out of her bag. She let the towel fall off her body as she moved back over toward the bed. "Sarah?" "Yah, it's me," she responded as she stood over the bed. Quickly, moving forward she pinned Salem to the bed. A knee against her neck discouraged Salem from moving while Sarah, breath moving heavily out of her lungs, began to wrap the rope about Salem's arms. "Sarah!? Sarah stop!" "I can't take it anymore," Sarah growled as she yanked the last knot into place... "Sarah? Sarah please..." "I can't.." She could feel herself exciting. She moved quickly and flipped Salem onto her back and put a small but strong hand over the other woman's mouth. "I can't stand it anymore Salem." Tears ran down both their faces as Sarah lightly caressed Salem's jawline. Sarah's mouth opens and she almost said it, almost confessed. But didn't. Angrily, she tore Salem's clothing from her body then used one of the pieces to blindfold her, and another served as a gag. With Salem restrained, Sarah reached out to the nightstand for her knife to cut off the remaining clothing. Shaking as she lightly caressed Salem's club-stained skin, tears fell lightly from her eyes. She gently slid her hands behind Salem's back and lifted her onto her knees. Her hand brushed lightly over the tears that had crept out from underneath the blindfold, but still she set her mouth on Salem's body. Kissing, licking, touching, tasting what had been forbidden to her for too long. As her mouth reached Salem's breasts, she lifted one hand from Salem's back and began to caress herself, fondling her small breasts as her mouth played with one of Salem's nipples. Then, her hand moved slowly downward, fingers drifted past the neatly trimmed patch of hair. Sarah worked her fingers against her swollen clitoris, pants and moans accompanying the licks and bites she delivered upon Salem's body. The hand still at Salem's back clenched, and Salem's body tensed and writhed at the strong pressure against her spine, her own moans muffled by the clump of cloth in her mouth. Sarah reached the release of so many long months of torturous longing and denial. A soft, punctuated moan denoted the release, and Sarah's body spiked into overly curved posture. Her other hand left Salem's back and the other woman fell to the bed. Sarah leaned down over Salem, her hand running lightly along her side as her lips rested almost on her ear. "I wish I could fuck you senseless." With that, she abruptly turned Salem back onto her chest, flicking the knife through the bindings and then tossing the blade back onto the nightstand. Sarah stood, lifting the ropes from the woman's body and dropped back onto the other bed. She crawled underneath the blanket, and with her back turned to Salem, she closed her eyes and silently cried. Denied I walk slowly down the corridor, my hands trembling as I straighten my skirt and check my hair one last time. I want everything to be perfect. I need to please him. I check the room numbers, my pulse increasing in sync with the numbers. When I finally reach his room, I can barely breathe. My excitement is palpable. My need is visceral. My hunger takes over as I raise my hand to knock. The door opens and my breath catches in my throat. He says nothing as he opens the door wider and steps back to allow me to enter. I step past him, catching the scent of his cologne and breathing it in deeply. I walk to the small desk, put down my purse and begin to remove my coat. I feel his hands replace mine as he slips the garment from my shoulders. I shiver as the cool air touches by bare arms. I start to thank him, but quickly stop the words as I remember his instruction not to speak. I simply nod my head and smile at him as I turn to face him. His fingers slide down my bare arms, slowly, deliberately. I tremble at his touch. I look up to find him gazing at me, his intense eyes studying me. I clasp my hands in front of me and fidget nervously. He gently takes my wrists and moves my hands to my sides. His stare penetrates me and I can't seem to look away. I am tempted to lean back against the desk for balance. My legs seem too weak to hold my weight. I lock my knees, determined not to falter as his gaze begins to slowly slide downward. I press my fingertips against my legs, bearing down to stop my hands from shaking. His eyes move slowly over me and I feel completely exposed. The thought makes my breath stutter. I feel my sex becoming moist, my nipples beginning to plump. His gaze seems to caress my flesh as it passes over me. His inspection seems to last forever. My mind races, my body begins to react, and I fight the compulsion to move. I close my eyes and try to control my breathing in an attempt to relax. When I open them a moment later, he is staring at me and smiling. He knows the effect he is having on me and is enjoying it. His hands grasp my waist and he pulls me closer to him. I nearly stumble as my legs fail me. I feel lightheaded and dizzy, my nerves wreaking havoc on my body. I take in a deep breath and try to steady myself. He smiles crookedly at me, relishing my plight. His fingers tighten on my waist as he steps back, pulling me with him. When we reach the far wall, he turns me, pressing my back against it. It is almost a relief when my weight falls against the solid surface. He slides his hands slowly upward until they reach my breasts. He squeezes them through the fabric of my dress. As instructed, I am not wearing a bra. The confirmation of this seems to please him. He runs his thumbs over my nipples, making them harder. The touch starts a tiny ripple of pleasure cascading over my flesh. I press my shoulders into the wall, arching my back and thrusting my breasts outward, asking for more. I am denied as his hands slide upward. He grasps my shoulders delicately and turns me. I face the wall, breaths quickening, eyes closing, and I wait. His hand slides along my shoulder and up the nape of my neck. A shiver runs down my spine. His fingers slide into my hair and I am ready when they close on my locks and my head is pulled back. Ready or not, my reaction is intense. As his other hands slides around my body to my chest, I let my head follow as he tugs my hair back further yet. The feel of his hand sliding up my chest to my throat elicits a soft moan. His fingers tighten gently on my throat and I feel every bit of my strength begin to escape me. My senses become heightened. I feel his breath on my throat and I know that he is watching my face, gauging my reaction. I realize that I have been holding my breath when my lungs begin to clamor for air. I breathe in deeply and am relieved as my lungs are filled. His fingers tighten a bit more on my throat and another moan escapes as I exhale. He holds me in this position for a few moments more. The moments seem to pass ever so slowly. My body trembles. My pulse races. My sex becomes wetter yet. I want something to happen, if only to break the tension that is building. When he finally releases me, I have to reach out my hands to catch myself. He places his hands on my wrists again and moves my hands higher up the wall until they are extended over my head. The movement brings his body closer to mine and I feel his chest against my back. I press back against him, enjoying the feel of his body against mine. As I press my hips back I am rewarded by the feel of his hardness against my buttocks. I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck as he leans in closer, softly grinding against me. I barely have a moment to enjoy the feel of him before he steps back again. His foot nudges the inside of each of mine and I step, widening my stance. Another nudge and I step again. I feel his hands on my shoulders and I lean back into his touch. They begin to slide lower. The pace is maddening and I want to tell him to hurry, but I dare not. I scold myself silently for my impatience. His touch moves lower yet, his palms flat against me, his fingers squeezing me every so often. When he reaches my calves, he begins to slide his hands slowly upward again. By the time his hands meet the flesh at the top of my stockings, I am dripping with need. When his right hand reaches my sex, the subtle moan lets me know that he is pleased that again, his instruction has been obeyed. He cups my bare sex and I moan in response. Without hesitation, his fingers slip deep inside me. The intrusion is so sudden after the torment of his slow inspection that I jerk in response. I quickly recover as his fingers begin to move in and out of me, and I press back against him. My knees bend as I try to allow him better access. I can already feel the wetness growing as he increases his speed. I cock my hips back and press my chest to the wall, wanting his fingers deeper yet. He chuckles softly and I realize what a perfect slut I must appear, desperate for more, offering myself up to him. I don't care. I left the lady at the door. I feel my sex begin to clench, tightening on his fingers as they move in and out of me. I feel my thighs begin to shake, and I know that if he continues, I will surely release. I remind myself of his instruction not to cum until I am given permission. My abdomen begins to tighten, and I consider begging him to let me cum, but I have been forbidden to speak. The weight of my predicament hits home and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as I try to hold back. The sound of his fingers wetly plunging into me, the feel of his knuckles pounding into my flesh, the feel of my body closing in on release, makes it that much harder to hold back. The sudden feel of his hand on my throat makes me gasp. As his fingers tighten slightly I let out a desperate moan, knowing that if he does not stop, I will surely fail. "Do not cum, Catherine." His voice is harsh in my ear, his lips so close that I can feel the breath of each word. I feel my chest heave as I take in ragged breaths. I feel my thighs try to close in an attempt to stop him, but the movement only makes the sensation stronger. I fight back a sob, determined to fight back my need, but the battle is quickly lost. I feel the climax growing ever nearer and I know that it is beyond my control. "Please. Stop." The words emerge on sobs and sound pathetic to my own ears. Another sob escapes, and I suddenly realize that I am holding myself against the wall, my chest heaving, my breaths ragged, my knees threatening to buckle. I also realize that I am alone. My gaping sex clenches at air, desperate to be filled again. I ache with the need for release. My muscles are taut, waiting for the climax that had been promised. I feel his hand in my hair again as my head is pulled back. My whimpering fills the room. I think about what he had told me about breaking the rules, and I begin to tremble. The thought of punishment excites me, but that excitement is tempered by the realization that I have failed to follow his instructions. My ego feels suddenly deflated and I feel the heat of shame burning my cheeks. I scold myself for not being able to control my need. The stronger my shame grows, the more tempered my excitement becomes. Where I would normally be aroused by the thought of being spanked, I suddenly feel only the shame of my failure. I feel him release my hair. His hand moves to the nape of my neck and I feel a slight tug on the zipper of my dress. He lowers it slowly, the movement of the fabric on my flesh sending a shiver down my spine. As he slides the fabric over my shoulders, I lower my hands to my sides. The dress falls away and puddles at my feet. I step out of the dress one foot at a time and move my hands back to the wall. When he grasps my shoulders and turns me, I cannot bring myself to look up at him. He places a finger beneath my chin and lifts my head up until I am looking into his eyes. I see the hunger in them and I feel a sudden urge to step away. Instead, I lock my gaze on his and try to swallow what is left of my pride. "You know what this means, don't you, Catherine?" I couldn't speak even if I had permission to do so. I nod my head slowly, never taking my eyes from his. I take a deep breath to steady myself. If I am to be punished, I can at least take it with a modicum of dignity. He smiles at me, perhaps enjoying my failure more than he should. He takes my hand in his and leads me to the bed. When I am standing before it, he places his hand on my back and presses me forward until I am bent over at the hips. I widen my stance for support and rest my weight on my elbows. I close my eyes, feeling the humiliation of the promise of punishment that is to come. And then I recall his words and wonder if he will use only his hand, or if he feels the breach enough to warrant the use of his paddle. I begin to tremble at the thought of being punished so harshly. My thoughts are interrupted by the feel of his hand landing firmly on my left cheek. The blow takes me by surprise and my breath is expelled in a sharp cry. The next blow lands on my right cheek. It is sharper, the landing sending a jolt of pain through my flesh. The next blow is sharper yet, but it is followed by a caress that immediately weakens the sting. The blows continue, each cheek in succession until my flesh is afire. His caressing helps, but the pain is sharp, and takes my breath. After the final strike, his hand slides over my flesh slowly and deliberately. I imagine that he can feel the heat against his palm. Sensing that my punishment has ended, I allow my body to relax. His caresses are soothing, and I start to enjoy his touch enough for my breaths to slow once again. His caresses come closer and closer to my sex. I feel my need growing once again, and begin to raise my hips against his touch. The motion of his hand becomes rhythmic and I am lulled by the movements. When I feel something solid pressing against the opening of my sex, I am startled by the contradiction of the touch. The object is hard and cold as it is pressed into my sex. As he begins to plunge it in and out of me, my body responds. I am just beginning to match the rhythm of each intrusion when he pulls it all the way out, leaving me empty yet again. When I feel it pressed against my ass, realization hits and I immediately clench in response. I can't distinguish the sound that he makes, as it is somewhere between a chuckle and a moan. His fingers spread my cheeks as the plug slides over the ring of muscles, wet with my own juices. My surprise over, I relax a bit. I raise my hips, letting him know that I am ready. The sharp pain that follows tells me just how big the plug is. He presses it in slowly, allowing me to adjust to the pressure. A final sharp pain and then the plug settles home. The ache begins to fade as his hand once again begins to caress me. Once I begin to relax into the rhythm again, he begins to press against the end of the plug, pushing it into me each time his hand passes over it. The movements start to arouse me, and with each new intrusion, my hips begin to move against the pressure. His free hand moves between my legs and I feel his fingers nudging at the opening of my sex. I raise my hips higher, wanting him to fill me again. It is not long before I am pressing my hips back, meeting each thrust of his fingers. I begin to wonder if he will drive me to the brink again or if he will stop before my control is tested anew. I vow to try harder to control my need this time, but the feel of the plug in my ass makes it that much more difficult. As his fingers plunge deeper and faster, I wonder again if he will stop. Denied by Her I was left in my chastity device for close to a month, I was beyond going crazy. She wanted to control my orgasms fully but it was not just my orgasms. She wanted me to know she was in control all the time and not to forget it. From the start of the day, she would wake me up every morning by running a finger up my leg to my caged cock and balls and circle the exposed skin. As son I was awake she would kiss my body all the way up to my lips, look me in the eye and tell me it is time to wake up. I would get up from the bed and she would be waiting for me in the bathroom. I would undress her and then be expected to wash her slowly and gently. This would be so difficult, my blood would be at boiling point and my urge to fuck her brains out would be exacerbated. She would then go down and make us both breakfast whilst I showered. We would go our own way to work and throughout the day she would send me pictures and sometimes a vid from her phone of her in the wash room at work touching herself. Pretty much anything she could do to keep my thoughts on her and my tortured organs! When I got home from work, she would be there waiting for me already, usually wearing something incredibly sexy or nothing at all. She would lead me to the bedroom and strip me, push me on to the bed and passionately kiss me and my body. This is one of the times of the day my cock was allowed out, I would be incredibly teased before she put it away. This was always followed by me being required to bring her off using my mouth or a toy. Whenever I used the toy to bring her off, she would make sure her mouth was right by her ear so I would hear her well. That always made me incredibly hot. Whilst dinner was being made or we were eating, we would just talk as normal and catch up on our days. Before bed would be another time my Penis would get attention or should I say get tortured! We were incredibly in love and so she would always tease me in sensual ways that played with my emotions and increased them. I would be edged for at least an hour every night, longer on occasions. One particular night was a lot for a man to take. It was a Saturday and we had the usual morning where I would shower her. I then went to the shower, but this time she decided to shower me too. She would deliberately touch areas already washed etc just to tease me and you could see the twinkle in the evil smiles. When I came out and went to the bedroom to get changed I saw she was getting changed too. She put on a black PVC catsuit. I still have no idea when and where she got it from. She asked what I was doing getting changed and told me not to as today I wouldn't need clothes. She told me to sit on the end of the bed and walked towards me. She asked if I liked what she was wearing, knowing I loved it. When I replied yes, she asked me to show her. I instantly stood up and put my arms around her and proceeded to touch her everywhere. As much as I enjoyed touching her, she knew deep down that I was getting very excited. I ended up on my knees so I enjoy her legs and she turned facing me and her crotch was right in front of me and it had a zip which I couldn't refrain from staring at. She saw this smiled and pulled the zip down. She said If I closed my eyes I could have a taste so I did. I heard her move away and come back. She said to open my mouth and stick my tongue out, I stuck out my tongue dying to taste her. To my amazement she placed something on my tongue which seemed like a pill and I opened my eyes and she poured water in my mouth whilst telling me to take it. It was Viagra! I was dumbstruck and she just smiled and said that I would be needing a hard cock today. I knew this was going to be a Hard day. She took out the key to my device and started to open it. She took out my cock and pushed me on to a chair facing the bed. She went to the bed, laid down and took out some toys. I was not used to seeing her play with herself, as that was normally my job. Watching her was too much especially being able to hear her, so I moved my hands instinctively towards my cock. STOP! What are you doing? I heard, so I stopped. She came towards me and held my cock and told me to stand up, she then pulled me to the bed by my cock and laid me down. She hovered over my face and carried on playing with herself with her toy! Not trusting my hands, she asked me to grab her breasts which I did. After she came, she turned around to see the huge pool of semen dripping from my now ultra hard cock all over myself. She had cum and was intent on keeping me teased. She went down towards my cock and started touching me all around. Knowing I wanted her to grab it and make me cum, she took my cock from the base and held it, peeled down my foreskin and started to edge me using her tongue. She swirled her tongue around teasing the tip and licking out the ooze, my head went back and quenched my eyes at this point dying to be grabbed and juiced! She knew I had not cum in a long time and that I would be close without her trying too much and so she stopped every so often would move towards my balls before carrying on. I wanted so much to have the head squeezed but it did not happen. She then just got up randomly and said 'come on, we are going down'. I was in total disbelief, again, and took a few moments to allow the thought to digest. This would be the norm, I knew I wasn't going to cum, I knew she was only going to work me up, but even then, there always the little hope that is created by the building orgasm which takes you away from logical thought. The process of acceptance takes a few minutes of calming down. I then followed her downstairs where we cooked and had breakfast. After breakfast she was on the phone whilst I was watching TV. I was pretty tired still and so fell asleep watching. That was pretty silly considering, but was not helpable. I do not know how long I was asleep for but was woken up by a long kiss. She was on top of me on the sofa, with one knee on either side of me. She continued to kiss me whilst putting my hands on her ass. Feeling her ass in the PVC was hot and my built up urges caused me to squeeze her cheeks hard. Kissing my neck, she pulled down the zip in the middle exposing her breasts and she moved them near my mouth. I opened my mouth to enjoy them and she moved them away, driving me insane, a few times before allowing me to kiss them and suck hard on her nipples. My cock was already hard and oozing, she unzipped her crotch and allowed my cock to occasionally feel her pussy, which was incredibly wet. She hovered over the tip and allowed it to touch a few times. Then she came close to me and said she was dying to feel me inside as she hadn't in so long. I whimpered, almost melted when I heard that and was now convinced I would be cumming finally. She lowered herself on me and after a month of not feeling her pussy around me and not being allowed to cum, I felt as though I would cum right away. She knew this also and remained very still. She placed a vibe bullet in my hands and leaned back on me placing her hands on my knees and asked me to use the vibe on her. This was extremely difficult as I was unable to stop concentrating my mind on the fact that I was inside her and that I may cum. Every so often she would move a little on me just enough to drive me wild. She finally came whilst giving me the best possible view of her sexy body. Throughout the remainder of the day, she frequently looked for opportunities to tease and edge me and the Viagra had ensured an unerect cock wouldn't save me. After dinner, we sat in front of the TV and watched random shows. Even whilst watching TV she would snuggle up to me and stop my mind from forgetting I was in her control. The evening was simply too much to handle. I will explain more depending on the way the story so far is received. Denied Ch. 01 Chapter 1: Beginning I had my first orgasm at the age of twelve. Since then, I've come at least once a day, usually twice, sometimes even more. I once calculated at least 20,000 orgasms in that time, maybe more. Competitive me wonders if there's record. Could phone those Guinness chaps. Now, I'm married to someone who's resolutely vanilla, and uncomfortable with going outside her boundaries. However, sometimes, she surprises me. Herself, even. This is one such occasion. ----------------- I'm inside her, building up to the inevitable. Face to face. Looking into each other's eyes. "I've been thinking ..." I slow down. "Yes?" "You come quite a lot, don't you." "Erm, yes. So?" "Well I was wondering ..." "Yes?" "I was wondering how it would be if you didn't. For a bit." "You mean?" "Yes. That thing you bought. I was thinking we could try it." "Oh. When were you thinking?" "Well, I'll let you finish. Make the most of it, though, it may be your last for some time." "How long were you thinking of keeping me?" "Not sure. Yet. Keep going. Of course, if you don't want me to, you can just stop now." I fill her within two minutes, knowing it could be my last for some time. Is that what makes it more intense, somehow? "Kiss me down there. Please?" I spend the next twenty minutes savouring our combined essences, holding on tightly through two shattering climaxes. Afterwards, we lie together, savouring the afterglow. "Right. Get it out of the drawer." I comply while she goes and gets something to wash up with. She then spends fifteen minutes making sure it fits properly, trying the various combinations of rings and spacers. I lie there, let her get on with it, only responding to her occassional requests as how it feels. Eventually, there's a click, and I look down to see my pride and joy encased in clear plastic, with a small padlock keeping everything together. Things start to feel tight, despite the recent exertions. There are two keys to the padlock. One is on a thin chain, that she places around her neck. Wearing just that, she picks up the other one, and telling me to stay where I am, leaves the room. A few minutes later, she's back, still nude apart from the key bouncing around between her breasts. "Right. Here's how it is. I've hidden the other key, in an emergency you can call me and I'll tell you where it is. If you find it and use it without telling me, I'll know. And I've thought about how long your cock is mine for, and I've decided. Rather than a set time, I have a pair of dice here, I'm going to roll them and you'll be released when you've given me that number of orgasms. Oh, and to make it more interesting for you, I'm not going to tell you what your score to beat is. Agreed?" "Do I have a choice?" "Not now, no." She grins, turns to the chest of drawers, and I hear the sound of the dice rolling. "Oh dear," she says. "Bad news?" "Could be. Now, show me how much you appreciate me." "Now? You want me to start scoring already?" "No. I want you to go and get me a cup of coffee." Off I go to the kitchen, contemplating the surprise of finding out she can be like this. And calculating the odds of a pair of six-sided dice. Denied Love, Found Love (This is a story I enjoyed writing for a friend. So please sit back in your chair and let me tell what happened.... stroke yourself (or finger yourself) when you need to... cum when you like... but just read and enjoy. Oh yes, please don't forget to vote on it and feel free to drop me a note to tell me what you think.) Once upon a time there was this lonely woman named Jane who lived with her husband and son in the sunny state of Florida... Jane was not a happy woman but she found she had a way of making others happy with her words so she began to write... she wrote erotic stories.. Ones where she wished she could be the main character. Along the way some one read her story he emailed her and asked if they could talk. She saw no problem with that.. So they emailed each other regularly, back and forth the emails got steamier. Each of them opening their fantasies up to each other. He offered many times to meet with her. She would always say no. Her fear outweighing her desire. When her husband no longer wanted her sexually, she felt maybe it was her fault. She wasn't sexy enough. He would often email that she was the most sexual and sensual woman he ever met and her husband was a fool. "Give us a chance" he implored. "Let me show you how you excite me." She finally gets the nerve up and she agrees to meet with him. They make plans to meet at a hotel restaurant not far from the town where she lived. She was so nervous and scared. Jane was not the sort to just be so spontaneous... but she took a deep breath and got out of the car. She dressed carefully in black slacks and a peach colored sweater. Lace bra and panties. Her makeup is perfect and she had the soft scent of peaches. She arrives at the restaurant... but he was not there. So she sits and waits. And she waits. She noticed others watching her but she just smiled and nods a hello. She wants only him and he isn't there. Tears of rejection and frustration begin to form but she bites them back and gets up. She walks out of the restaurant but suddenly the clerk at the desk calls her by name. Surprised, she turns and walks to him. He hands her a note. Her fingers tremble as she takes it. She opens and reads the note... ‘I am waiting for you’... She rides the elevator up to the 5th floor and stands outside the door to afraid to knock. She takes a deep breath and when she knocks the door just opens...its not latched. She walks in and looks around... candles lit everywhere, the bed turned down. He is standing at the opened window, his back to her. Walking over to him her legs are trembling but she smiles at the romantic setting he has laid... The ocean breeze washes over them both. She wraps her arms around his waist and he leans back on to her... her nipples react instantly. He grasped her hands and kissed both palms. When he turns around, she lifts her mouth for a kiss from the first man who ever made her feel like she was a woman. The kiss is deep and sensual and it flows all the way to her toes, caressing her very soul. He says “Hello Jane” And his voice was just what she imagined. Deep and sexy! He leads her to the bed but does not lay her down. Instead, he turns her to the mirror with her in front of him. He slowly lifts her sweater from her body his fingers sliding down her neck to her chest. He gently traced the mounds of her breasts where the bra did not cover. She shivers under his touch. He unclasps the bra and it falls from her arms. Her hand instinctively goes to cover herself, but he gently removes them. Her breasts are large and nipples are erect. “Beautiful!” he whispers. His fingers touch the tip of one and she marveled at how hard it gets just from a touch. He touches the other and the same thing happens. When he takes them in his fingers and begins to gently roll them she feels the wetness flow between her legs. She moans her approval. With the sound of the moan his fingers get harder. Her legs began to buckle. “STAND!” She hears... Her legs lock and again his voice. “WATCH!” She watches as he rolls and pinches her nipples.... her orgasm is instant and fast. It hit her hard and she can't watch as her body shakes and trembles. When the orgasm is over he turns her around... she lifts her mouth for a kiss and she relishes his tongue in her mouth. She is greedy and sucks and caresses it. Her hand reaches for his jeans but he stops her... “No... You first” He removes her slacks and panties. And lays her down on the bed. She is fascinated as he slowly removes his clothes in front of her. “Touch yourself.” he says as he removes his shirt. Her fingers go to her nipples... she is not as tender to them as he.. She is so ready for sex that she needs a bit more.... as he undoes his jeans she hears him say “Lower” His jeans fall to the floor... it is obvious that he is excited.. His cock is bulging in his boxers.... she begins to slip her fingers in her pussy lips... and she touches the wetness his fingers caused in the mirror. She slide a finger deep inside and she is so tight even on her finger. “Another” she hears. She adds a second and her moan is audible... “Look at me while you fuck yourself” Her eyes meet his and the lust she sees is all for her. He removes his boxers and begins to stroke himself. She watches as his strong fingers slide the length of his cock. She wants so much to feel that silky smooth hardness in her body. They have talked often of anal sex but she wonders if she is ready for such a large cock. Her little butt plug is nothing compared to his size. She shivers at her thoughts. He crawls between her knees and tastes her for the first time. His tongue dipping deep in her wetness. Her finger continues to touch her clit and now her hips rotate with his tongue getting harder and deeper. Her finger matches his thrusts. And she cums on his tongue. He rides it out deep inside her and just when she thought she could handle no more his finger finds her ass.... her gasp has him moving ahead and it slides in so easy. The second it is in she explodes around him again. Her tears fall as she bucks hard down against his finger and up against his tongue. She is just shown that she does not have to touch her clit to cum. When her body slows he removes his finger and mouth.... sliding up he kisses her and she tastes herself on him. "Please” she begs but for what she don't know. He takes her hand and squeezes it gently.. Brings it to his mouth again for a lingering kiss and then moves it to his manhood. She feels him for the first time and he is just as silky and smooth as she thought. She squeezes him and stokes him as she watched him doing. Her mouth itches to surround him so she moved across his body, he moans his desire and when his hands thread through her hair she arches her head and he slides right in her opened lips. She holds him there to adjust her mouth and then slowly begins the torturous sucking and releasing her mouth can inflict. In and out he slides and she teases his balls with her hand... the hand in her hair tightens and he asks where does she want him to cum? Her words are stuck in her throat... she looks at him... he knows she has a problem expressing her true sexual desires and wants. He sees a single tear drop to her cheek as she struggles for that sexual freedom she desires. His voice is firm and harsh "SAY IT!" She is shocked at the force of it but it releases her fear. “My ass” And with that, he flips her on her back. His cock, so lubed from her mouth, is pushed at the entrance of her ass. She begins to push back and rotate her hips in a natural sensual way as he holds still. He lets her set the pace and when the head slips past the sphincter muscle. She welcomes the instant of pain as he slides it in and begins to work it deep in her. He suddenly stops and she looks back at him. He lifts her hips and places a pillow under her. His hand slides up her back to grip her shoulders and with a sudden and forceful thrust has her screaming. Over and over he thrusts hard and fast and she cums and then cums again. Never in her life has she experiences the joy of multiple orgasms and her screams turn to sobs. She feels his cum hit her ass walls and squeezes him tight. When he collapses on her back, she loves the weight of him on her. He kisses her tears and asks if she is ok? Her voice is soft and mellow and he strains to hear her when she whispers “yes”. When he rolls her to her side against him she cuddles into his body. She is secure in the knowledge that this is only one of many encounters they will experience together and she loves this man as deeply as a woman married to another man could possible do. He curls his fingers in hers and they both fall asleep. The End Denied Lunch This is my first story and a huge fantasy for me. I am little nervous, so please don't judge me too harshly but I do look forward to feed back. The story goes from past tense to present, that way you have background before being drawn in. I hope you like it! * About a year ago, I met the woman would fulfill my dreams and then some, over the Internet. I have always fantasized about finding a woman, I could relinquish all my control and sexual needs to. Someone who understands how to control my cock and my orgasms. A woman who would take great pleasure in doing so. Over this past year, she has trained me on when I could touch myself, how I should, and when I should stop. First, we started off doing this just through the chat room in which we met. We then moved to emails and chatting, slowly getting to know each other on more than just a sexual level. We connected, clicked. It didn't take long for her to give me her number and we started to chat on the phone, and eventually added in video chatting so she could see exactly what I was doing. Six months into it and we were talking several times a day. She would always be teasing me even during normal conversations. About five times a week she would order me to get on my web cam, get naked, and call her. Then she would put me through my teasing sessions having me pump my cock, stroke it, use a vibrator on it, everything she could imagine. I never knew when she would let me cum but on average it was about once a week. Sometimes she would ruin my massively built up orgasm and at other times she would force me to continue to stroke and endure massively vigorous post orgasm torture. We knew a lot about each other's personal lives but she always left out one detail about herself. She never told me where she lived. Finally, she revealed that we were actually about 45 minutes away from one another. My heart leaped and my cock stiffened. I could not believe that she would keep that from me but I was so excited about this I was able to get over the hurt. She asked me what my schedule looked like this week along with what my address was. I told her when I was working and/or when i had plans, along with sending her my address. She said that she was going to stop by and see me but wouldn't tell me when. The week passed very slowly as I sat at home in anticipation of when she would stop by. I would have the TV on very low, so that I would not miss the doorbell. I sat with butterflies in my stomach thinking about what was going to happen to me when she got her hands on me. It was nearing the end of the week and I had not heard from her nor had she stopped by. I was starting to worry that I had just made a big mistake. ~~~Present day. It's Friday now, and the day is dragging on. All I can think of is you, and why you have not come over yet. I can't wait for the day to end so that I can get home and sit in anticipation of your arrival. I'm walking across the sales floor. I'm a manager at a large retail store, and I see you standing there waiting for me. I approach you, eyes wide and mouth agape. I say hi, and stand there a little dumbfounded. I'm uncomfortable at first, not knowing what to say but you ease the tension by asking how things are going and other small talk. As I relax, we talk for an hour and you ask if I had taken my lunch and if not if I would like to get something to eat and talk more. I say yes and we walk out to your car. We are talking while you drive and I am not paying attention until you pull into a quiet abandoned lot. "You didn't think we were really getting something to eat did you?" you say with a devious gleam in your soft, brown eyes. You start to unbutton and unzip my pants. I move my hands to stop you and you just stare into my eyes. I can't tell if you are angry or disappointed, maybe a mixture of both. I move my hands back to my side. "Good boy," you say smiling at me. I felt relieved that I haven't angered you. I'm already hard and because of the awkward position, you have to roughly pull my cock out through my boxers and pants. I gasp, and you just giggle at me. You start to pump and say, "Carl, you have about 20 minutes before we have to drive back for the end of your lunch. Now I'm going to pump your cock until you either cum or ask me to stop." There is that sassy smile again and I know there is more to this. "Now if you cum I will make sure you shoot all over your pants so you'll have to return to work with a mess. Also, I will not stop pumping even after you have cum until it is time to drive back," and with that you start sliding your hand over my hard throbbing cock and my hips buck in response. You reach over with your other hand and start softly squeezing my balls as you start pumping me harder and faster. Soon I am almost at the point of no return. "Stop!" I yell almost too late, my voice cracking. My cock just throbs as I close my eyes, happy that I had the willpower to ask you to stop and thinking it was over. You start to stroke again and this time it takes less time but I still say stop again. You repeat this several more times and the ecstasy causes me to lose track of time. My eyes are squeezed shut as you start again and surprisingly, you are the one pleading, "Please, Carl don't make me stop. I want to see you cum. I know how much you want to, how much pressure has built up." What shocks me about this is I can feel your breath on the head of my cock while you say that. My eyes shoot open and you are leaning over with your lips near my cock head. You look up pleadingly at me, "Please Carl cum for me!" and with that you lower your lips onto just the tip of my cock. You have sapped all of my willpower. I do not care about how embarrassed I'll be walking back into work with stains all over me because my desire is well past the boiling point. My balls feel heavy and sore. The head of my cock is very sensitive and my entire shafts tingles in anticipation of my eminent explosion. The build up starts and I am almost there... and then you stop. "Okay, time to get back to work." "But I,... oh Veronica, You can't stop now!" I say in a quivering voice. You look over at me with a scolding stare, "Carl, I wanted you to cum but you made me stop six times!" Your bottom lip is sticking out and you are pouting as you say,"I must not be good enough to make you cum. I'll just have to try again Monday at lunch, and this time I'll try even harder." You roughly grab and stuff my engorged, red, and angry looking cock back into my pants zip me up and drive me back to work. Denied Pleasures She met him again in the hotel room. He guided her to her knees. He liked her like that. He grabbed her face and opened up his pants. She eagerly awaited as he took his erect penis out of his mouth and placed it in her mouth. The grip that he had on her chin was firm as he thrust his hips, gagging her with each thrust. He loved the way she sucked him, he loved the way she was submissive towards him. He had such control over her, she needed to be tamed, he was the one to break her wildness. He took his cock out of her mouth, grabbed her by the hair and guided her to the bed, where he had her on her knees over the foot of the bed. He teased her with his dick knowing very well how much she wanted it, needed it, even. He slowly put it into her wet cunt, took it out and rubbed her juices onto her swollen clit as she begged him to fuck her. He fucked her a little and when she was about to come, he took it out and made her suck it. He kept doing this to her. She cried out wanting to come. He came inside her mouth as he fingered her cunt, teasing her, not letting her achieve an orgasm. He then rolled her over on her belly, still playing with her pussy. He reached into a bag and got out an anal plug and got it wet with her juices and shoved it in her ass. She yelped, not expecting anything like it. He told her that he wanted her to think that it was his dick inside her ass as they went out to dinner. He was firm throughout dinner thinking about what was in her ass. He reached between her legs and found her wet beyond belief. She was enjoying it way too much. He kept asking her how it felt to have something in her ass in public. She was so turned on, as he was too. After dessert, they got up, paid the bill and left. Walking back to the hotel, they came across an alley. He guided her down the dark alley, where he brought her to her knees once again and made her suck him off. He came as some dripped out of her mouth, onto her chin. He wiped it and let her lick it off his fingers. He grabbed her hand and they walked back to the hotel. They got back to the room and he undressed her, the anal plug still firmly in her ass. He laid her on the bed and told her to rub herself. She did. He wanted to watch her taste herself, she did. He watched as she was on the verge of orgasm and made her stop. She kept rubbing herself, harder and faster. He grabbed her hands and tied her up, he felt the frustration burning inside of her. He loved it. After he tied her up, he took the anal plug out. She was nice and opened, ready to be fucked. He got his dick nice and moistened and shoved it into her ass, feeling her body tense, her back extremely arched, her cries of pain, as he forced her ass open wider. She started moaning, this time in pleasure, as he pushed it deeper and deeper, moaning louder and louder, as he told her what a dirty little whore she was. Fucking her harder and faster, grabbing her hair, biting her neck, smacking her ass. He reached between her legs and felt the dew on her thighs, he knew she loved it. He came and collapsed on top of her. She lay there with a smile on her face, glowing. He kissed her and then got up and cleaned himself off. He lay down beside her and they fell asleep. In the morning they woke up. He asked her if she was a good girl and brought what she was supposed to from home. She replied yes. He asked, yes, what? And she replied yes, sir. He asked her to take it out of her purse. It was an 8-inch dildo. He removed her clothing and told her to get on the bed. She complied, she knew what would happen if she disobeyed him. He told her to spread her legs as wide as she could. She did. She was squirming around, extremely aroused. He asked her if she wanted to touch herself. She said very much so and asked him if she could. He said yes. She was awfully wet as she rubbed her self and inserted her fingers in herself. She was moaning and moaning, he told her to stop touching herself. She did, but was still grinding herself into the bed, trying to feel the friction between her legs. He told her to stop being bad by grinding herself. She stopped. He told her to lube up her dildo, she did. He wanted her to shove it into her ass. As she was trying to get it in, he asked her if it hurt. She said it did. He got hard watching her do this to herself. She got it in all the way. He was moaning, so turned on as he told her to fuck herself hard with it. She did, pushing the dildo in her ass as far as it would go and thrusting it in and out of herself. She started rubbing her clit. He yelled at her, telling her to stop, she didn't ask him for permission first so she shouldn't be rubbing herself. She stopped, still thrusting her dildo into her ass. She asked him if she could rub herself, he said no. She begged him if she could rub herself, he still replied no. He got some ice cubes, with one hand he rubbed her clit and fingered her, making her moan loudly, while she begged him to let her come. As she was about to climax, he took the ice from the other hand and rubbed it all over her cunt, making her lose her climax. She was frustrated, she needed to come. She wasn't allowed to the night before. She now, felt like she was going to burst out crying. He asked her why she stopped fucking herself in the ass. She didn't have a reason for him. He said that she was a bad slut. She needed to listen to him and do what he told her. She started fucking herself, again in the ass. He got on top of her chest, his dick in her face and told her to suck it as he shoved it down her throat. She was gagging from it, he didn't care. He looked back to see if she was still fucking herself, she was, harder and faster as she sucked his dick. Tears were streaming down her face as she sucked. He took his dick out of her mouth and came on her face, calling her a whore, asking her whose slut she was. She replied, I'm your slut, as the come dripped down her lips and chin. He wiped her face and put his fingers in her mouth. She licked them off like she had always done. She was a good slut. She was still fucking herself with the dildo and begged him to let her come. He complied. She started rubbing herself and was reaching orgasm when he told her to stop, he changed his mind. Tears once again rolled down her face. He reached over and tied her hands to the bed post. He reached over and shoved the dildo up her ass so that it was all the way in and spread her legs as wide as they would go. He rubbed her clit furiously as she moaned and pleaded to let her come. Her clit was swelling and her lips were quivering ready for her to orgasm. He stopped. She cried and begged telling him that she needed it. He told her it didn't matter what she needed, it was about what he needed. He reached into his bag and brought out a candle. He lit it and soon the wax began to melt. He dripped wax on her nipples. It hurt because the wax was so hot, it made her flinch. He dripped wax down her belly and when he reached her pussy she abruptly closed her legs. He yelled at her again, telling her that she was bad and that he was going to make sure she got disciplined for that. He forcefully and roughly spread her legs again, wax dripping from the candle onto her pubic region, down her thigh, and then onto her lips. She cried out begging him to stop. He didn't listen to her. He rubbed her clit as he dripped wax onto her pussy. He adjusted her dildo as more wax dripped onto her pussy. She was crying, begging him to stop. He ignored her while he rubbed her clit and started fingering her furiously. He was extremely hard and he knew what he wanted. He blew out the candle and climbed on top of her. He rubbed his dick on her and then shoved it inside of her. Fucking her hard, spreading her thighs wider and wider as he fucked her. He reached down and started fucking her ass with her dildo as he fucked her cunt. She started moaning louder and louder, begging him to let her come. He said yes, she could come. Her body was in ecstasy as she climaxed, her breathing so erratic that she almost passed out. He took his dick out of her and came again on her face. She was his cumslut and she knew it. She licked her fingers off like she had always done. She was a good slut. Denim Dreams The following story is essentially true. Enjoy. *** I've always been a curious person, and have always been willing to satisfy my desires to learn or experience something new. Be it riding a motorcycle, rock climbing, sky diving, learning a new language . . . or getting up close and carnal with another man. My curiosity in that last regard began shortly before my best friend Clint and I started masturbating together. We would lay down on the living room floor, our shorts or jeans pushed down, and watch porn or talk about girls while jerking off. I was always fascinated with how Clint used just his thumb and first two fingers to squeeze the head of his dick, jerking them up and down swiftly until he shot his cum all over his stomach. I went for the whole-hand approach, and pumped my dick along the full length. Once we were done, we'd wipe up with hand towels, fix our clothes, and play air hockey. Not once did Clint and I ever touch each other. Although I wanted to. I was curious as to what another boy's cock would feel like in my hand. I wanted to feel the throbbing against my palm, the stiffness of the shaft, the slickness of the head as it seeped pre-cum. I wanted to know the thrill and satisfaction of making a dick other than mine ejaculate. It was while I was in college that I got my first chance. And to this day, the circumstances around that first encounter still amaze me. *** I was shopping for something – what it was, exactly, I can't recall – and had hit the nearest mall. It was a pretty lazy weekday, not too much traffic along the tiled walkways that glowed softly from the sun streaming down through the skylights above. I was still a kid in many respects, and looked and acted like it. I may have been old enough to vote, but even my best friends were constantly telling me to grow up. Anyway, being the late eighties, I was wearing jeans and a rather snug-fitting shirt. I never thought too much about my wardrobe, just put on what I felt like wearing. I never considered the idea that my choice of wardrobe could actually give the (mistaken?) impression that I might be gay. I finished some of my shopping and decided to get something to eat in the food court. I took a table off to the side. As I was munching on fries and reading an advertising pamphlet someone had left on the table, I started getting the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced around, saw a man at another table, about thirty feet away. Maybe my mode of clothing was ambiguous, but his made it pretty clear that man beneath the light-colored cashmere sweater was gay. He was significantly older than me, maybe early or mid-thirties, and very slender, with short blonde hair and small eyes of blue or green. I had never really looked at other men with the idea of 'checking them out.' But suddenly, I was. And so was he. Seriously. He had a smug, confident look on his face that was, frankly, intimidating. It embarrassed me. I felt uncomfortable. I felt hot. I felt . . . aroused. I looked back down at the pamphlet before me, but I wasn't reading it. The damn piece of paper might just as well have been imprinted with Chinese ideographs rather than the letters of the English language. I simply stared at the page, confused by the reactions in my body and mind. My palms were sweaty, my throat felt dry, my heart was pounding, and my cock . . . was getting hard. It felt like several minutes had passed, but it was probably only a handful of seconds before the chair across from mine was pulled out with a raking of worn-out plastic bumpers on the tile. I looked up, watching as the older man sat down, setting his half-finished basket of steak fingers in front of him. That cocky smile was omnipresent as he looked me over. "You mind?" he asked, in a way that implied he really did not care what my answer might be. I shrugged. "Sure," I said, trying to play it cool. "I'm Tom," he said. He didn't offer his hand. His eyes wandered over me. "You're pretty hot." I could feel the blush flooding my cheeks. I couldn't meet his gaze. Instead, I stared at the base of the V-neck collar of his sweater. "You're shy," he said with a touch of mirth. "That's cool. I can handle that." I took a breath. "Um, look," I said, and finally met his eyes. Aquamarine, I decided. "Maybe I gave you the wrong impression . . . ." He smiled thinly. "I don't think so." I laughed sharply. It was a purely nervous reaction. "I'm not gay." Tom shrugged. "So you're bi," he said casually. "Nothing wrong with that." He leaned forward and gave me one of those smoldering, I'm-turned-on-and-I-want-you-to-know-that looks. "Me, I'm gay. Very gay. And I happen to think you're a sexy guy." I swallowed nervously, while at the same time feeling my arousal spike. My cock was punching against my jeans, as if it was trying to get out. Part of my mind was screaming in my head, telling me I should be insulted. But that part was small, dominated by the feelings of sexual curiosity that now roared through my brain like an inferno. "Hey, don't be embarrassed," Tom said, leaning even closer across the table. I felt a spark of defensiveness. "I'm not." He shrugged. "Of course not." I frowned slightly. There was something about Tom that I didn't like, or maybe it was just that I didn't like the way he was turning me on. "What do you want?" I asked him. Tom glanced about casually, then smiled with a more than lecherous gleam in his eye. "How blunt do you want me to be?" I tried to play it off. "I don't care." "You know, when I was checking you out, first a noticed your body, then your eyes. You've got incredible eyes. And then I noticed your mouth, and those soft, soft lips. Started giving me ideas." "Like what?" I asked. My voice seemed like it came from the other side of the food court. He chuckled softly. "Do I really need to tell you?" I took a breath. I knew what he meant, of course, but I was afraid to say anything, lest I give away how utterly experienced I was. He leaned even closer still. "You do know how to give a blow job, don't you?" he asked, his voice a whisper. His statement was an obvious challenge, and my ego wouldn't let me back down . . . even if it meant doing something I had never done before. "Of course I do." He leaned back, an expression of triumph mixed with arousal on his slightly lined face. He didn't say anything, just smiled and stood. He gave me a wink. An invitation. A compulsion gripped me. I had to follow. I rose from the table and followed about twenty feet behind Tom as he made his way across the food court toward a small clothing store. My heart was pounding in my ears the entire way. I couldn't believe what I was doing, what I was about to do. The thrill I felt was undeniable, total. The store was practically empty; just a salesgirl talking with another young woman at the counter. They seemed to be friends and barely gave Tom and I a look. The store was fairly small, with shelving and tables along the walls crammed with clothes and several circular racks heavy with jeans, jackets, and long-sleeved shirts. There was barely any room to move about. Tom acted like he didn't know me as he headed toward one of the circular racks toward the back. I, too, pretended to be nonchalant as I looked over neatly-folded polo shirts and sweaters. I looked to the two girls at the front of the store; they were oblivious to everything but their conversation. I shifted my attention to Tom, wondering what he was up to. He stood behind the circular rack, looking like he was going through the jeans on display. Then he cocked his head my way and winked again. Another invitation. I stepped closer, noticing that he had separated the jeans on the rack in front of him, making a space. My heart started pounding again. Here? He wants me to do it here? "Come on," he whispered in an urgent voice. "Before they notice." And that was the moment. I had a decision to make. Leap in, take the risk, satisfy my curiosity and desires, or . . . back out and keep wondering what it would be like . . . to get on my knees, in a clothing store, in the middle of the day, and . . . . I didn't think. Libido overtook my actions. With a quick glance around, I slipped under the clothing rack, positioning myself on my knees, facing Tom. I heard him sigh with anticipation, watched his hands drop to his slacks. I could just make out the bulge of his cock through the material. I forced myself to take deep, calming breaths as Tom unzipped his pants. I had to remind myself that I was completely hidden from view by the curtain-like array of denim around me. The aroma of the fabric surrounded me. To this day, the smell of denim is a turn-on. Tom reached inside his fly, fumbled around a bit, and pulled out his cock. It wasn't very hard at first, but as soon as the air hit it, it began angling upward toward my face. Soft-looking blonde hair sprouted around the base of his dick. It also covered his balls, but sparsely, which I noticed as he extracted them from his pants. So there I was, staring at another man's cock. There was a slightly musky aroma, mingled with the clean, fruity smell of some kind of lotion. A pearly drop of fluid glistened at the tip, just beneath the tiny slit. Tom touched my head, gently pulling me closer. I could just hear his whispering voice: "Go on, do it. Suck my cock." Those words sent a jolt through me. I'm going to suck another man's cock, I thought, then leaned forward, opened my mouth, and slipped out my tongue. His pre-cum tasted just like mine, I figured as I licked it away. I liked the feel of his smooth cockhead against my tongue, the way his dick twitched. Tom let out another barely audible sigh as I licked all around his dick. His hand pulled my head closer still. His cock slid along my cheek. I pulled back, reached up to take his throbbing shaft in my hands. His dick wasn't as long as I mine, I realized, and a little slender. Just the right size, I figured, for my first blow job. Slowly, I slipped my open mouth down around his cock, feeling the head and shaft gliding over my tongue. The taste was salty-sweet, a little bit oily. I closed my mouth around Tom's cock, and just sucked on it for a few moments, drawing out the flavor. I massaged the underside with my tongue, pulled in my cheeks. I could just hear a soft grunt from Tom. Guess I'm doing something right, I thought. Encouraged, I began moving my head, back and forth, pulling and pushing on Tom's dick. I could accommodate a little more than half his length, but Tom seemed to like it the most when I just sucked on the head, and stroked his shaft with my hand. And when I started rolling his balls in my other hand, his dick twitched, jumping in my mouth. I was really getting into it, calling upon the numerous pornos I had seen, in which I had watched girls sucking and drooling and licking men's cocks until they exploded. I wanted to make Tom's cock explode. I suddenly wanted to taste his cum, to suck it out of him, feel it fresh and warm and thick in my mouth. I had tasted my own semen, usually from my fingers. A few times, while jacking off, I had been able to double over and lick the tip of my dick as my sperm surged out. But that wasn't the same as having a cock in my mouth when it spurted. I could feel his body tensing, and Tom pushed forward, his cock suddenly stiffer, vibrating like a tuning fork. Instinctually, I knew he was close to cumming, and the reality of his imminent orgasm was both imposing and exciting. I squeezed his cock harder, pumping it into his mouth, and cupped his balls in my hand, pushing them up gently. My lips were slippery around the head of his dick, and I ran my tongue firmly against the underside. That did the trick. The clothing rack around me shook slightly as Tom gripped the stainless steel structure. I could just hear a choked-back grunt escape him, and in that instant I tasted a thick flood of rich, bittersweet, slightly salty fluid pouring over my tongue. I sighed around the pulsing cock, kept sucking to get every drop out of Tom's dick. Semen filled my mouth, inundated my senses. The flavor was similar, but suitably different, from my own seed. Tom trembled against me, letting me milk his cock. But after a few more moments, he suddenly jerked back with a wince. A long trail of cum and saliva stretched from the slit of his cock to my bottom lip, bowing down before snapping. It hung off my chin, wet and heavy, before I wiped it away with my fingers. I looked up, Tom's sperm swishing my mouth, as he slowly stroked his spent and glistening cock. He gave me a grateful look, then offered me the head of his cock, oozing with a thick, grey-white bubble. Dutifully, I leaned forward and licked it away. Tom smiled in satisfaction, then tucked his dick back in his pants and zipped up. I just sat there, unsure of what to do with the fluid swimming around in my mouth. I couldn't very well spit it out (I was afraid it would be heard), and I had it in my mouth already, so . . . I sucked in my cheeks and swallowed. It was gritty and dry, the flavor sticking to the back of my throat. Not too bad, but I wasn't expecting that. Nor the stickiness that clung to my lips. Tom motioned for me to step out and stand up, so I did so, feeling a little strange. I had just sucked a man to orgasm, and in a public place at that. I felt a little cheapened, but more than that, frustrated. I no longer had an erection, yet my arousal was still high. And unsatisfied. "You're pretty good at that," muttered Tom, giving me an appraising look. Once again, I avoided meeting his eyes. "Thanks." He chuckled. "Come on." He grabbed a denim jacket from another rack, headed up front to pay for it. I followed mutely behind, like a well-trained puppy. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, and in a way, I hoped nothing would. With the eroticism of the moment gone, I was left with little more than a dry taste in my mouth. We left the store – I don't know if the salesgirl and her friend ever suspected what had happened under their noses – and Tom directed me to follow him toward the bathrooms. I hesitated a moment, then fell in step, passing through the door as Tom held it open for me. There was no one else in the bathroom. He headed to the last stall, which was enlarged for use by wheelchair-bound patrons, and let me go in first. He locked the door and turned to face me with an expectant look. "I wanna see it," he said. Suddenly, my cock was hard again. My arousal was no longer compromised. Hormones took over. I jerked open my jeans, fishing out my hard cock before Tom's appraising eyes. He grinned, then got down on his knees. His hands went to my jeans and tugged them down, exposing me to my knees. Tom licked the head of my dick, leering up at me, then ducked his head, turned it sideways, and latched his mouth to my balls. Oh, did that feel good! Automatically, I began stroking my cock, smearing pre-cum all over the haft, as Tom's mouth and tongue massaged and swirled around my balls. I leaned against him, and he held me steady as I jacked off. "Tell me when you're gonna shoot off," he whispered, breaking the mouthlock on my balls. Then he returned to sucking them, pulling them into his mouth. His fingers squeezed and kneaded my cheeks, pulling them apart. I flinched slightly, faltering in my strokes as Tom's fingers delved into the cleft between my cheeks. But I didn't stop him, not even when the tip of one of his fingers started massaging my asshole. For some reason, I found myself pushing back against his hand just a little, encouraging him to continue his exploration of my anus. The sensation of being penetrated there was a little uncomfortable at first, but Tom knew what he was doing. I felt his finger curl inside me, and there was this intense tickling sensation in my groin. My orgasm suddenly blossomed, faster and more intense than anything before. Amid gasps and moans, I managed to convey that I was about to cum. Tom quickly slurped his mouth from my balls, and as he plunged his finger even deeper into my ass, he plunged his mouth down my cock. I came with an incredible, body-wracking intensity, holding firmly onto Tom's head as my balls emptied into his mouth. He sucked hard on my throbbing tube of flesh, pulling as ardently for my cream as I had for his, and swallowed it all down. I felt like all strength had left me. I swayed on my feet, letting Tom keep my cock in his mouth, despite the nearly painful sensation of his sucking mouth. I felt lightheaded, giddy. I couldn't do anything but laugh. *** I saw Tom a few more times after that day, but we never had what you would call a relationship. He did, however, give me that denim jacket he had purchased. I kept it for years, only wearing it now and then when I went out to gay bars. It just seemed right that I would only wear it on such occasions. It gave me confidence, served as a constant reminder of that first mind-blowing encounter with another man. These days, however, whenever I meet a hot young stud, he's more likely to be the one on his knees surrounded by denim, not me. DeNiro At Night It was softly resonating in the background- A Supremes song playing wistfully in the living room air. "Come on, Bobby baby, I know you know how to please hoe’s like me." This was said by the fairly over-tanned girl named Lattice that Mr. De Niro met while filming his latest cinema opus, Analyze Who? with Billy Crystal and Lisa Kudrow. Since Lisa was a little too, well, white for Bobby's taste, he decided to ask the assistant to the script girl, Lattice, over to his place to maybe talk over the picture. When she arrived and heard The Supremes Baby Love on the radio with a partly drunk Robert De Niro on the couch she knew either she was reliving a scene out of Jackie Brown or she would have some duties to fulfill with him, not meaning the script obviously. "You like this song?" Bobby asked. "Oh yeah, it really turns me on," said the girl, now before De Niro with a ultra tight halter top and skin tight pant-legs whilst Bobby rocked back and forth in his chair with a bourbon in one hand and himself in the other. "Oh, it looks like you're ready for a close up, Mr.," said Lattice at the sight of his little Bobby sticking out of his 900 dollar pants. "Please, just Bobby now. Come here." He then placed a kiss on her full brown lips and held that kiss as a French one for a few minutes. "Come on, Bobby Baby, you know how to please hoe’s like me." De Niro stood up as the song drew to an end and brought with him is bourbon and his pants hanging down to his ankles into his bedroom. Without a word, Lattice followed him into his room where the two plopped on the bed and were locked in an embrace, kissing passionately with their tongues. "Hold on, sweetie," whispered the 2 time Oscar winner as he placed his drink on the nightstand next to the bed and flicked on a light that was right next to the bed as well. The light that came on was a black light, showing around his room were numerous posters, a few of his own movies (Raging Bull, Deer Hunter, Showtime, Meet the Parents) but also black-light posters of men and women in afros coupled together. This could've been unappealing to Lattice, but she didn't care; the aura of the room had her pussy dampening in her leopard skin panties. The two lovers still kissed while tentatively undressing, Lattice revealing her peach sized tits and full bush, like the cliché of Buckwheat in a head lock, except well groomed to be just a large triangle of hair. It was dampened by her vagina. "Oh yeah, you feel so good," whispered an aroused De Niro. "Oh, Bobby, please finger me, finger me right now." Bobby started circling his fingers around her bush and flicked at her engorged clit that was growing bigger and he flicked at it and prepared to plunge his digits in- The phone starts to ring, loudly, loudly it's sounding to the two lovers on the bed. "I think I better get that," said a disappointed De Niro. He picks up the phone. "Hello...oh, hey Marty, what's up...no....no um, I won't be available until Ramis' new movie's done....uh huh....uh huh....GoodFellas 2, Revenge of Jimmy....uh yeah, um, can I get back to you, I'm in the middle of....yes....ha-ha, that's a good one....ok, see you at Pesci's...bye now." Robert hangs up the phone. "Who was that, baby?" Acting on De Niro's communicative instinct of saying very little- "nothing, nothing, come here." This time, Lattice moved down so that her face met up wit his crotch and inhaled his member. She was a pro at this and closed her eyes as she used her mouth like a human vacuum cleaner. Bobby moaned and within one minute of this he let out a word- "Stop, wait." "What's wrong, sugar?" asked the heavily in heat script girl. "I want to fill you, and don't be talking' to me," said the acclaimed screen star. He lies down on his back on the bed as Lattice straddles him and impales herself dutifully on his aged yet forceful member. She started riding him slowly, and then gaining with more force as she started to pant and wail. "Oh god, yes, oh, yeah, I'm fucking you better than anyone, oh yes." Robert thrust as well, although started to think when she said that. "What does that mean, oh, oh?" "Oh, Oh, OH, my white bronco, go, AHH, AHH, AHHHH!!" Lattice started yelling loud as a crashing orgasm was taking hold of her cunt walls and flooded and contracted her whole area around his cock. Bobby felt the pulsing coming through and shot his load into the black hole. The two lay side by side for a few minutes, each smoking a cigarette, satisfied, until De Niro asked, "What did you mean earlier?" "What?" "Just before, I heard things." "What did you hear?" "All I'm saying am I heard things. Like, fucking better than anyone, white bronco, what the hell does that mean?" "Oh, baby, I was just all crazy over your piece." "I don't know, all I said is I heard things." After a pause De Niro turned to her. "You should leave, I'm starting to think too much about my wife, plus I got to memorize 13A for tomorrow." "What. WHAT! So, I'm just some ho you can throw out after you've had your way and then wait up for your fucking hoochie wife! Fuck you!" With that, Lattice picked up her clothes and stormed out of the loft on 81st Street. Robert De Niro, one of the most respected actors in the past quarter century, falls asleep under the glowing light of negro black light posters and the sedation of the hoe’s velcro and a bourbon. He drifts to dreams of winning number three very soon... Denisa & Black Boy + Voyeur Lady Denisa now had black lovers from three generations of the same family. The oldest at seventy was the most sexually accomplished. His son aged 39 was a crippled war hero who Denisa helped to relieve his sexual frustrations. Her favourite still though was Kenny at eighteen the son and grandson of the other two. He had been her regular lover at the airbase and now was employed by her as her driver and black toy boy. It was 1946 and the war with the Nazis had just finished. Lord Henry her husband had also admitted his adultery with a black girl who'd had his child while he was stationed in Africa. He was away trying to bring his black girlfriend and their child back to England. While her husband was away Denisa was enjoying the summer sunshine and her young lovers black body. However they had been watched having sex by an old lady in tweeds. Denisa couldn't get this woman out of her mind as something seemed wrong about the woman. What it was she wasn't sure but it was preying on her mind. The ladies attire seemed incongruous with her actions. A woman wearing tweeds wasn't normal around here. Because of the war the average housewife wore faded clothing of very inferior quality. So to wear clothing made from the expensive Harris Tweed indicated a 'lady' from a well of family. But Lady Denisa thought she knew every one of the upper class females locally and she didn't recognise her. Mind you Denisa had been fucking her young black lover at the time so was somewhat preoccupied. She would have imagined a woman of her breeding and age would have been outraged at their public sexual exhibitionism. Either she'd run away and report them or perhaps faint with shock. But faced with an older Lady fucking a young black lad with a huge ten-inch cock right in front of her. This old woman didn't retreat or even hide but stood in the open rubbing her pussy below her skirt in time with the rutting pairs thrusts. At home again I couldn't get the woman in her tweed skirt out of my mind. With the older woman presence I'd cum the most I'd done to date. Was it my latent exhibitionism or the tweed skirted implied conservatism of the woman that had made it so erotic. Kenny was taking me out driving again a few days later when I spotted the older tweed skirted lady. She was bicycling down the same county lane where she'd watched me fucking my black lover previously. The woman was on a sit up and beg black cycle that was normal in 1946 and as we neared Kenny tooted the Rolls Royce's horn. This startled the lady who swerved, hit a tree and fell off. I told Kenny to stop and we both got out to see if she was all right. Her front wheel was buckled so I had no alternative but to offer her a lift, which she accepted gratefully. It seemed strange to be sharing my car with the woman who'd been our voyeur only a few days previously. The woman was at least seventy and spoke with a high-class accent. She wore the severe beige tweed skirt and waistcoat over a thick cotton blouse. When she'd fallen off her skirt had rucked up and I noticed she was wearing pink passion killer draws that extended to her knees. With draws like that it seemed incongruous that a woman of her age and obvious breeding would masturbate herself while watching a middle aged woman fucking a eighteen year old black man. The woman's hands were slim and manicured quite obviously not used for manual work. Despite all this the woman seemed mesmerized by the back of Kenny my young black driver. As she looked at him she licked her lips in admiration of his swarthy appearance. Surprisingly Kenny was having trouble watching the road, as he seemed to be trying to catch glimpses of this very mature woman in his rear view mirror. I was fascinated by this enigma, so invited her to participate in our picnic and told her we'd give her a lift home afterwards. While Kenny set out the picnic the Lady introduced herself as Lady Coletta she said she was the sister of a Duchess. She told me she owed us an explanation for her behaviour a few days previously. She said, " When I was eighteen I stowed away on a liner going to Africa. I wanted to be with my brother the Duke. When I confronted him he paid my fare but as there were no free cabins I had to share his suite. My sister the duchess had declined to go along and as I'd fancied him I was determined to take her place. Unfortunately he was the perfect gentleman and kept his distance from me. So I took matters into my own hands. While he slept I crawled naked into his bunk woke him with a blowjob then mounted his cock. From then on he fucked me every day of the voyage. Before we arrived at our destination he'd got me pregnant. As the aristocratic gentleman that he was he said I'd be provided for. He arranged to give me a large house and a substantial private income. He also had our child brought up as if it was my sisters his wife. As my sister was baron this made my child his heir. While trawling Africa for rare plants we came across a tribe who lived completely naked. On afternoon there was a lot of excitement from the naked womenfolk. Curious I watched to find the cause it was a hunter returning with a deer. But it was his naked genitalia that caught my and all the woman's eyes. Even flaccid his cock was over a foot long and his balls were the size of greatfruits. I wanted to see how long his cock was when hard. In fact I'd also have liked to feel the big black pole in my pussy. Though I knew this couldn't be or the Duke would cancel my fanatical arrangements. I crept up to his hut in the night and by the light of the fire saw it in all its magnificence. His cock when stiff was at least sixteen inches long and he was soon shagging a young native girl. She was squealing like a stuck pig and I'm not at all surprised with the battering his huge cock was giving her. The guy was sexually insatiable fucking and shooting his virile cum into the line up of women looking for attention from his long knob. I wanted it to but had to be content with masturbating while I watched him fuck the women. By the end of that night I was a confirmed voyeur. When I returned home and the baby had been handed to my sister I stalked the lovers lanes and haystacks looking for couples to spy on. But until a few days ago I'd never seen a young black guy fucking a middle aged white woman. I was hoping I would catch you doing it again when I was startled and fell off my bike. I know you must think im awful but I've fantasized about being fucked by a young black boy for all those years. Initially I wanted a baby by a black man but that chance has long gone. What I propose is that I buy the boy from you to fuck me for one hard session. I'm prepared to pay you 100 guineas for the privilege, what do you say? I felt sorry for the old woman in her tweeds but couldn't ask Kenny at eighteen to fuck a seventy year old. I was about to say no when Kenny intervened he said, "Mommie Denisa I love you and you know I prefer older women. I don't mind if you sell my body to the Lady as long as you get me excited first! That's wonderful Lady Coletta exclaimed I was going to ask you to fuck him first as my voyeur streak needs that stimulation at my age. So it was agreed we had some food and drink then she handed me the money. After a civilized afternoon tea the desert was big black cock. I helped the lady out of her tweed skirt, waistcoat and stays while Kenny waited in mounting excitement. The old lady stood with her tits sagging and swinging as she removed the huge pink passion killer knickers. Surprisingly she had completely shaved and her pussy lips were large and hanging. Kenny was fascinated looking at her labia that must have been five inches long, with a big pink clit like an acorn in size and shape. I stripped naked and allowed the old lady to undress Kenny. Her hands trembled when she released his ten-inch black cock. Her dreams from so many years were about to be realized at last. She pulled it to her and kissed his black cockhead tenderly then led him by the cock to where I was laying legs akimbo. Kenny lay on his back and I mounted his long black cock and started bouncing my pussy up and down on him. The tweed skirted lady as I still thought of her that, with her huge lipped pink cunt spread open as she fingered herself to get herself ready for her first black cock. Kenny's eyes were like saucers, he may have been doing it for me and the money initially but now I could see he wanted the old woman. He was so excited he soon came in my cunt the same time as I did myself. I rolled to one side and the seventy-year-old woman took my place and mounted Kenny's black cock that was still hard from his excitement. The old woman looked ecstatic she'd finally managed to fuck a black cock after all these years of hoping. She was sweating despite the chill breeze as she rose and fell on the youths black monster. She was mewing with undisguised pleasure leaning down to grab his black balls and twist them. She was cumming I could tell but it wasn't the big explosive orgasm she craved. She turned her self on her back and had Kenny do the work that he was physically perfect for. He thrust his black rod up her vagina until she was crying with lust! To my surprise she called me to go to her and pulled me down so my own pussy was on her mouth. Then she licked my hole so she could get the black mans cum from me. It felt good I'd never been licked out by a woman before, now she was licking my clit as Kenny pounded into her cunt. I felt my orgasm coming just as she let out an animalistic scream and her whole body started to writhe in that great orgasm that she'd been waiting for all those years. She howled like a banshee "Yes yes cum for me my magnificent black stud! Kenny obliged shooting his sperm hard inside the old woman's cunt! She shook uncontrollably for several minutes; the wait and payment had obviously been worth it. Her tongue had given me my first lesbian orgasm and Kenny had loved his experience. I'm sure he will do her again for free whenever she asks. This go's to prove you're as old as you feel! Chronological age is just a label to restrict our ideas. If your body still wants sex why not have it. We dressed Coletta put on her tweed skirt but she left off her passion killer knickers she won't need them anymore we all knew. Kenny drove us back to my hall, just as my husband Lord Henry arrived with his young black lover and their baby. "Denisa," he said, "I didn't know you knew my birthmother!" Oh my God my mother – in - law had just sucked me off!