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Do you Trust Me

By: longhairman



She stood with her back to him. He couldn't take his eyes off her; she was his dream. Standing there wearing just what he wanted, the high heels, fishnet hold ups and that black soft leather corset showing off her beautiful curves. No panties, just the tops of the hold ups ending in the smooth curve of her thighs, the gentle roundness of her buttocks and then meeting that dark black corset.

Still she stood there not moving not speaking looking cheap, such a difference he thought so used to her looking classy, untouchable now she looked.... Cheap! He could feel his breath catching in his throat he knew what to do next. He slowly moved up behind her not touching her just caressing her with his eyes, feeling his excitement down in his stomach tingling in his fingers the tightness in his groin.

"Do you trust me?" he whispers in her ear so close to her he can smell her he is almost touching her with his body to her back. "Do you trust me?" he asks again his breath on her neck. Still she says nothing just nods her head slowly as a yes.

With an effort he steps away from her and for the first time he touches her placing his hands on her shoulders, then slowly gently runs his hands down her arms gathering her hands and wrists behind her slipping on a pair of leather cuffs binding her. He looks at her stood there shoulders slightly back now her hands are bound. 

Once again he feels himself growing inside his tight restricting thong so heavy he steps up close behind her again her fingers lightly scratch the front of his trousers sending shivers through him.

"Do you trust me?" he asks again wanting to kiss her bare shoulders. Once again she nods breathing heavy as she does. This time he slips on a blindfold. Now she is his, now he moves around her stands in front of her. For the first time he can see her like this bound, blinded. Standing there still silent but now he can see her breathing deep slightly flushed.

He struggles with himself he wants her, he wants to kiss her neck feel her soft skin under his lips lets his breath fall on her neck feel the small tremblings of her muscles under his fingers. Not yet he thinks he must wait this is as much about binding his own desires just like she is bound in front of him.

"Kneel for me" he tells her. Slowly down on to her knees she sinks he looks down on her. Her head is back defiant but he can see the dark shadow between her breasts. The last part of the game is beginning 

He picks up the little leather whip and trails it across her shoulders. Then suddenly whips its tails across her. A gasp bursts out of her. He wants her. This time he runs it across the tops of her breasts she moans gently shakes her head thinking he was about to beat her cleavage. No not this time. Now he is behind her again and she feel him kneel. This time she feels the handle of the whip against her hard and cool between her shoulders. Now he does kiss her shoulders as he slowly drags the handle of the whip down her spine. Through her hands it goes down across her buttocks.

They are so close together she can feel his erection trapped inside his trousers still he teases her, the hard handle slides down between her legs. He is struggling to control himself just a little longer he thinks then he can take this woman but he must finish what he started here. 

He presses up with the whip slowly dragging it back and forth between her legs she squirms moans so quietly. He knows she is ready. He stands.

"You may stand now" He tells her and helps her up. Then once again he is stood behind her hands still bound cup his trapped cock in his trousers. 

"Do you trust me?" This time his voice is trembling his breath ragged she is smiling bound as she is. Blindfold as she is she knows that she has always been in charge here.

"Yes" she breaths gently

"Wait for me like this" he tells her and steps away from her. Out of the room he goes and there waits his wife dressed like her he left behind. 

"Your turn" he says and hands her the whip. 

As he waits and watches he here's softly whispered in the woman's ear

"Do you trust me?"

Do You Trust Me



Anyone who knows me knows how much I enjoy sex, the feeling of a cock inside me just makes me feel amazing. Unfortunately, I am completely addicted to sex, and can't get enough. 

I have a very understanding boyfriend, who I love to bits, and who has a lovely cock, but nature being what it is, he can fuck me beautifully, but not for several hours every day. He is very happy for me to get my physical pleasure from gang bangs, of which I regularly partake, and then come home for a really loving fuck with him. 

He knows what I like, and seems to get great pleasure from providing people who can satisfy my needs. I rarely fuck other men on a one to one, that would seem wrong to David, my boyfriend, although occasionally I do 'slip up', but we often attend sexy parties or adult clubs as a couple.

One night I was curled up in bed with David. My pussy was full of his cum, my hand wrapped around his cock trying to encourage it to recover for a second fuck. I still had the itch between my legs, and knew I needed his cock or a large vibrator to make me cum again. 

"Do you trust me" David asked. The question came completely out of the blue and surprised me. I squeezed his cock and looked into his face "I would trust you with anything David, why?" "Just asking" he replied, and his hand slipped down to my pussy. I felt a movement in his cock, and knew I was going to get the fuck I wanted, and his strange question disappeared from mind.

A few days later there was a knock at the door, a same day delivery for me. I signed for it and sat on the settee to open the box. It was from David, who had only left me about three hours earlier. There was a letter on the top with the words 'Do you trust me' written on the outside. Intrigued, I read the letter.

'Dearest Charly, 'Well, do you trust me? I have booked room 69 (like the number) at the Lawns Hotel. I will be arriving there at 4pm. When I arrive I want you lying on the bed wearing these items. You should be spread eagled with you legs and feet tied to the corner posts of the bed. You won't be able to tighten them; I will do that when I arrive. Make sure you are wearing the mask. Love David XX'

I looked at the items in the box. There was a very skimpy short pink top, with matching pink crotch less panties that tied at the side with pretty bows. A mask, and 4 pink ropes with straps on each end.

My mind was racing, trying to guess what he was planning. He knew my needs, and I was sure there would be more than just David there, but how many, why the blindfold? I cut feel the inevitable itch between my legs, the itch that told me I needed a good fuck. I had a long soak in the bath, which needless to say, included a considerable playtime with my pussy. I couldn't wait for 4 o'clock to arrive to see what was in store for me

At 3.50 I was spread out on the bed. I was wearing the pink top and pants, which left a big expanse of bare flesh in between. My legs were spread wide and secured to the bottom of the bed. I strapped both the hand restraints onto my wrists. I was feeling so wet I slipped a finger into my dripping hole and played with myself for a few minute. Feeling mischievous I carefully positioned the slit in the crotch so that on entering the room David would get a glimpse of my pussy. I put the mask in place, fitted the right hand to the bedpost and just laid my left hand in position as instructed. 

I just waited, and waited. I didn't hear a thing, but eventually felt someone take my left hand and secure it to the post. "David" I said. There was no reply. I felt the strap pull me tighter. "David, is that you" There was still no reply, but he went all around the bed tightening up all the ropes, until I was completely helpless, my arms and legs stretched wide.

A hand went underneath my back and lifted me, a pillow being stuffed underneath me. I tried to picture what I looked like, spread-eagled with my pussy pushed up into the air by the pillow. I heard footsteps walk away, then the door open and close.

I waited for something to happen, for him to touch me, but nothing. 

"David" I called "Are you there?" I was getting so frustrated. I was sure I was going to get a really good seeing to, but didn't want to wait, and I couldn't even touch myself. The wait made me hotter and hotter. It must have been at least 10 minutes later, I felt the bottom of the bed sink as somebody sat between my legs, and I felt gentle kisses on my calf, first one leg then the other. This was repeated slowly up both legs, until the kisses were on my inner thighs. I felt a tongue run up my leg to the edge of my panties, and follow the line of the panties to and fro. The tongue briefly slipped into the slit in the crotch and touch my pussy, I pushed against it wanting more attention, but it was gone. 

The tongue left my panties and continued up to my bare waist, working up my body. I felt the top pulled up and the kisses continued to my breasts, first one then the other being so gently kissed. They were wet from his kisses, and I could feel him blowing gently on them. My nipples were so hard as he grabbed them in his teeth that I gave a screech of delight. The tongue returned to my inner thigh, before making the short journey to my bum, a tongue being inserted into this hole.

"Oh David" I moaned, welcoming the attention. I felt a hand on each thigh pushing my legs apart, allowing more access as the tongue started to fuck my arse, and I pushed onto the lovely tongue.

I was starting to pant I was feeling so hot, when something was pushed into my partly open lips. It took only a split second for me to identify this as a cock, and suck it into my mouth. I knew this cock, this was definitely David's. I had sucked it often enough to be sure, it was not only massive, 8 inches and thick, but had a very distinctive head which was more bulbous then any cock I had even seen, and I used to love closing my teeth over the head so he couldn't pull away. 

My hands were tied so I just had my tongue to use on his cock. I bought some saliva into my mouth and made his cock wet, as he started to fuck my mouth, it making a lovely slurping sound. The tongue between my legs had now found its way to my pussy, and was running up and down my slit, occasionally slipping inside then out again. I felt lips on my breasts. David was still gently fucking my mouth, his hands stroking my hair as he often did, so knew there were at least three men giving me attention. 

The tongue between my legs started to get more urgent. I felt the panties being undone and pulled away, as two fingers slipped into my soaking cunt. God he knew what he was doing, he was running his tongue up and down my slit, teasing my clit, while two fingers were fucking me. His other hand was pressing down on my pussy. I erupted and bucked against him as I came, his tongue stopping there as if glued to my pussy as I came with a massive shudder. 

This was obviously too much for David as his cock exploded into my mouth. I swallowed and sucked all I could, still aware of the attention my pussy was getting. I felt David start to go limp and pull out, and another cock took its place, which I started to suck on. The man between my legs had inserted several fingers into my pussy, and was pulling my lips apart. I felt a cock nudge against my pussy lips and start to push into me. Now I am used to big cocks, David's 8" feel quite snug, but this was massive. It gently eased into me, stretching my lips further and further apart. It made me wince as it went in, but he was very gentle. 

It was hard to concentrate with my mouth full of cock. Very slowly at first, then gradually building up a rhythm, I was getting fucked by this enormous cock. The cock in my mouth twitched, then shot his cum into my mouth and over my face, something I really love, but i just couldn't concentrate, with this cock now slipping in and out of me with a lovely rhythm. I knew it would be long before I orgasmed again. He was now really pounding me, and as always at this stage I lose control of my mouth. "Oh fuck me with that lovely cock, stretch my cunt, fuck me, fuck me, I'm going to cum all over your lovely cock, fuck me, FUCK ME". I screamed. I felt a finger slip into my arse, and that was it, I screamed the room down with pleasure, as I came again and again, juices pouring from my slit. 

The massive cock was withdrawn from my slit, and as he sat astride me I could feel his hardness lying on my belly. He started to work his way up my body, and I guessed this giant cock was about to invade my mouth. I felt the bed sink as he reached my head, and I opened my mouth expecting his cock. Two gentle hands held my face then I felt thighs on my cheeks, and I sensed his body being lowered to my mouth. 

I stretched up as far as my restraints would allow to meet this cock, and found a wet slit, a sopping wet, dripping pussy. Before I could say or think anything at all the cunt was being ground into my face. I was so turned on I responded and started pushing my tongue up into her, enjoying the taste as she bought herself off on my tongue, all her juices running into my eager mouth. She tasted so wonderful, I couldn't gert enough, stretching up to get every drop of her juices into my mouth. My mind was racing, I've just licked my first cunt, and loved it. Was it her between my legs licking me out, it certainly wasn't her fucking me with a giant cock, or was it? I wanted to see her. 

"Please take the blindfold off, I want to see her?" I begged. I felt two gentle hands fiddling with the mask before it was removed, and I was looking into the dark brown eyes of a very pretty brunette. Shoulder length hair, pretty face, breasts that stood firm with no support, and a beautiful shaved pussy, with her inner lips just peeping out, those lips that I had been sucking on just a few minutes previously. She leant forward and kissed me sweetly and passionately, her hands caressing my breast as she did so. 

"I think it's time we untied her" she said.

As I was untied I did a quick check of the room, there was this lovely girl, David, and another man I didn't know. The girl laid me on my back across the bed, and climbed on top of me to the classic 69 position, her tongue going straight into my cunt, my wet, dripping, hungry cunt. I ground it into her face as my tongue opened up her slit. We had been happily licking away for quite a time when the other man appeared, his cock hard again. He slipped his cock between my mouth and her pussy, so I started to lick it and suck it. 

"Put it in her cunt" he grunted, so I fed it into her pussy. As I guided it in I felt a cock go into my cunt, and guessed David was doing the same at the other end of my body. I watched in awe, just inches away as this cock slid in and out of the cunt I had been licking seconds before. I couldn't resist, my tongue automatically going up to lick the shaft as it came in and out of her.

After a few moments he completely withdrew, and put his cock back in my mouth, fucking my mouth, I could taste her juices on his cock. Her cunt, my mouth, her cunt, I lost count how many times he swapped, but I loved every moment of it. 

He went into a spasm and shot his lot into her pussy, as he pounded her some juices leaking out of her stuffed hole, as he withdrew I grabbed his cock and stuffed it into my mouth, sucking and licking every drop of his cum into my mouth. I licked my lips with pleasure, and the man disappeared. 

My pussy was still getting both fucked by David and licked by the girl. I grabbed the girl round the arse and pulled her down onto my mouth, tasking the cum recently deposited there. David can go for ages on his second fuck, and I felt the orgasm building inside me. I ground my tongue into the girls pussy and held on tight as I came again, burying my tongue deep inside her to control myself. 

As I relaxed David withdrew his cock, and I could guess it was in the girls mouth, as I could tell from the noise he was making he was about to shoot his lot. I wriggled into a position so I could see his cock filling her mouth, just in time for him to grab her head and pour his cum into her. He seemed to keep coming forever, but she wasn't complaining, taking the lot into her mouth. 

Once he was finished she looked at me with a glint in her, and pushed me back on the bed. Our lips were inches apart when she slowly opened hers, and David's cum started dripping into my mouth, I eagerly sucked it in. She made this last for several minutes, before our lips met in a passionate, wet cum covered kiss. God, she was incredible, but although I had only just cum, I felt so horny again, that itch between my legs. 

"God, I need another fuck" I murmured, but knew both cocks were out of action for a while. She just smiled and reached over the side of the bed, and picked up a massive strap on. I was about 12 inches and as thick as my wrist. I watched her intrigued as she put it on, there was a 6" cock shaped protrusion that she slipped into her pussy, then tied the straps around her waist and thighs, she was now kneeling on the bed in front of me with this massive didlo waving about. 

"That won't go inside me" I gasped "it's far too big

"It already has been darling" she laughed. 

Two eager men gently laid me back on the bed, and spread my legs wide and back toward my shoulders. "I don't think you need and lubrication, you're dripping down there, she said, and eased the massive rubber cock into me. I watched in fascination as my pussy stretched over the silicone, until it was all inside me. She then started to fuck me again. 

David was near my head, so I reached for his limp cock and shoved it in my mouth, my other hand finding the other man. I knew I was going to get a long hard silicone fuck, and who knows, maybe by the time she had finished the men would be hard again. Thank you David I murmured through my cock filled mouth as I pushed my cunt harder onto the dildo, Thank you.



Do You Trust Me?



SS23: "Do You Trust Me?"

***

This is my fourth dirty story holiday salute. Enjoy.

***

October 30th, 3:06 p.m.

Off the elevator, out of the medical building stepped 32-year-old Phil Dixon, following his most recent appointment with his therapist, Dr. Isaac Jameson. It'd gone okay, or as well as could be hoped for, Phil supposed, returning to his car. Most appointments were more or less the same nowadays. Now it was back to his house again to do...whatever. He'd decide when he got there.

Every other week he was afforded forty-five minutes to discuss his life and issues, which didn't consist of very much baggage, frankly. There wasn't a lot that could be considered wrong with him. He was securely employed at First Federal Bank, kept himself in reasonable shape, physically and hygienically, was about 5'10", 178 pounds, and didn't lead the loneliest social life. Yet for all his visible good points, he was alone. Oh, he always had his family, of course, but he'd never exactly been very good at meeting women.

It wasn't as if he'd never been on a date. He'd gone out with a handful of girls in high school and college, but that was all it was, nothing more. The percentage of the female population he met never seemed extremely keen on him. There were women in his bank who were attractive, who were nice, and who were both, but they were all very happily married. In fact, he was pretty sure his male colleagues were married also. And while he wouldn't want to date someone he worked with, he could do without the colorful stories of co-workers which began with "My husband..." or "My wife..." Having nothing to contribute, he felt a bit left out. On the rare occasion he met a woman he didn't know, about 99% of the time, she...no, make that about 100% of the time, she was married too.

And so his love life—well, lack thereof—was the subject that came up most frequently during his therapy visits. Dr. Jameson had mentioned to him that his chances of meeting someone would be undoubtedly improved if he tried a singles bar—a venue specifically designed, after all, for purposes of meeting someone with whom to strike up a romantic connection. He agreed with the logic, but, he didn't know. Much as he wanted to meet someone, his adult-long scarcity of female company had depleted his confidence—even if his solitude had little or nil to do with his personality. Even if the only reason he was alone was because everyone else had already been snatched up, it still didn't do wonders for his self-esteem. The environment of a singles bar seemed daunting to him. If it were lots of women and only he, with no other gentlemen around, he was sure he could get something off the ground, but he didn't think he could contend with other men. Here on familiar terrain it was safe, secure ground, but with no relationship prospects to seek.

The therapist suggested to him that it couldn't hurt to just go, walk around, peek about here and there and just get a feel of it; he wouldn't have to talk to anyone if he was intimidated, he could just have a look, and depart anytime he wished. It was essentially the romantic equivalent of window shopping for store merchandise. "Remember," he'd said, "Singles bars have raised a lot of batting averages. There are no guarantees; you may still strike out, and you may not. But it can't possibly lower your odds, and if you don't try, you'll never know. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take." Dr. Jameson was quite fond of his sports metaphors.

Phil was about to say something about having no idea even where the goal was, but the doc went on. "There're lots of women out there that're not only okay with meeting a man with a lot to offer like yourself; they want to. And besides, if you don't meet anyone today, nothing says you can't go back and try again tomorrow. You never know whose fancy might be struck by your presence."

You'll forgive me if I think that's just a little easy for you to say, Phil thought, as his doctor was happily married too. But the ol' shrink was making good sense. Phil was starting to think he should forget his apprehensions and inhibitions and just give it a shot. What the hell, he thought, allowing himself to be convinced. Really, what's the absolute worst that could happen?

Actually, he knew what was the absolute worst that could happen: he could be humiliatingly shot down at every turn, thereby utterly obliterating the few remnants of self-worth on to which he'd managed to hold. But he had a feeling that probably wouldn't happen. Like his doc said, he shouldn't have so much difficulty just getting a conversation started. Any woman he'd see could be looking to meet a guy just like him—otherwise, what was she doing there?

"Let me ask you something, Phil," said Dr. Jameson, "Just hypothetically: if you did meet a girl—at a singles bar, or anywhere else—and supposing she might be interested...what are you looking for? What do you want in a woman?"

Good question. Phil had to think about it awhile. He wanted to say, "Well, everything guys usually look for in a woman," but he didn't think that'd be a good or narrowed-down enough answer. He wanted someone who was sweet, kind, pretty, funny, with a good personality, a good heart and a good sex drive, at least for starters...but it seemed to him those were pretty standard on the checklist, basically par for the course. He thought those were just "givens." But as he pondered it for a bit, he finally arrived at the conclusion that besides these givens, he wanted someone who could...challenge him, in some way.

"Challenge you how?" asked the doc.

Better question. He admitted to this being an opinion to which he perhaps wasn't exactly entitled, but...frankly, he had grown just a little weary of historically doing all the "work," as it were. In the case of each date he was lucky enough to have in his teen years, it was he who'd laid the groundwork, initiated things, pushed himself to follow through and set up all the arrangements. And being that none of these encounters went anywhere, he speculated there was something he wasn't doing right. And it also seemed to him he couldn't get a girl to show any more enthusiasm than she felt obligated to. It seemed they only regarded him to keep him from thinking them impolite. He had no way of knowing if they were actually interested in him or not. And he was losing the will to try. It was a fair deal of pressure and trouble to go through each time, he told the doctor—not the women themselves, that was to say, but the whole exhausting courtship ritual—it was taxing on him, as well as his wallet, and it wasn't paying off, so...why bother?

This pattern generated frustration through its consistency. Life became a bit duller with each passing day of loneliness, and the more tedious things became, the more he desired someone to come along, lift him from the rut and spice things up. That was what he needed, some spice and pep to get his love life up and running. Being the aggressor proved a fruitless solution. Something of a catch-22, as girls liked to be pursued and play hard-to-get, which he found cute and charming...at first. Why shouldn't they like this feeling, he thought. Clearly, on the receiving end of attention, having the signal raised that someone is showing intrigue, who wouldn't enjoy that? One day he thought, what if I were the one to be initiated and picked up on? What if someone actually showed interest in me first, or asked me on a date? What if I was given the choice to accept or reject an advance? Not only would it finally indicate to him that a potential mate was (or thought she might be) interested, the dating ball would for a change be dropped into his court, for him to do with as he would. It was quite a feeling to imagine, but he couldn't see it actually happening. Even so...

What if someone were to challenge me for once? he thought. Traditional societal norms and abnorms aside, he saw nothing wrong with a woman making the proverbial first move, if she saw fit. At this point in his life, that he would find charming. Supposing (theoretically, of course) a woman approached him, began conversing and opening herself up to him, leading perhaps to something more than just this encounter. What would happen...he had nary a clue. It was something he'd have to experience to find out.

And so as Dr. Jameson said he'd see him in two weeks, and Phil left, on the way back home, this cycle of thought—just how sick he'd become of boredom and solitude—repeated, over and over, until producing just enough courage that he decided...Y'know what?

Why not? Why the gosh-darned hell not? What really have I got to lose, after all? He made up his mind to find a local singles bar and go. He had one personal errand to take care of, and then his path would be clear. He just hoped he didn't chicken out on himself.

***

October 30th, 5:39 p.m.

He felt his heart beating harder on the way, following printed-out directions. He was nervous, even though he hadn't arrived. He had his suit and tie, was freshly shaved, cologne'd and empty-bellied. He'd wait on eating, at least until something happened...or didn't.

There it was, Chance Romance. A semi-original name at best, but sounded promising. He double-checked the address, even though he could clearly see the sign. 4708 North D. Street. Yup. Okay, no excuse left now. He located a space, paralleled in, took out some change, fed the meter and locked the car. He took a breath, straightening his suit, and made his way across the street.

Once he got inside, he was a little surprised to see just how crowded it was—not particularly so much because it was a weekday, but because...well, he just guessed he didn't expect to find this many single people in town in the first place. Wow, he thought, Are there this many people here every night? There were probably even more on the weekends. For a moment he considered going back outside to make sure he'd come into the correct establishment, but he wasn't that addle-brained.

He shyly wandered in, relieved to see a healthy percentage of folks in attendance this evening dolled up like himself. Being the only gentleman in a suit, he'd feel a little out of place. He noted a pretty balanced male-female ratio. He passed around a few friendly smiles and waves as if to say, "Hey, yeah, I'm new here, what's goin' down," so forth. He made his way around the bar, looking for a place to sit. Another pleasant surprise presented itself as he noticed comely women here and there smiling at him as he passed—some quite flirtatiously. Eventually, he located some unoccupied stools, next to one of which sat a very cute blonde mademoiselle in her 30s, close to his age, sipping provocatively from her glass. Her brows arched cordially, making eye contact with him.

"...May I?" Just loudly enough for her to hear, Phil halted beside her and unassumingly motioned to the vacant stool to her right.

She smiled and nodded without hesitation. "Please!" she welcomed enthusiastically. Wow, this might be easier than I thought, he told himself. But just as quickly, he added, Yeah, but whatever you do, Phil, don't get cocky. Don't get overconfident.

Hey, this is me I'm talking to, remember? he reminded himself as he ordered a soda. Cocky? Overconfident? Me? Be real. And at the same time, don't get nervous, or underconfident either. Try to keep it at a good, balanced medium.

"My name's Phil," he said, matching his introductory tone and offering his hand.

"Hi, Phil!" she called to him, returning hands with a sitting curtsy. "Mine's Veronica."

"Oh, pretty name!" he smiled back, thankful he couldn't go wrong with sincere compliments.

They exchanged idle chitchat, which was easier said—no pun intended—than done over the din of the crowd. Her full name was Veronica Anna Upland, and she lived fifteen minutes from the bar towards the southeast end of town. She was a freelance writer-calligrapher, and was just about to turn 33. Wow, they were almost the same age, remarked Phil, his own 33rd birthday approaching in January. The more he looked at her, the more he thought, she's a lovely girl. She had soft blue eyes, her blonde hair flowing in locks around her cheeks and ears, slinking down her shoulders and back. And she was wearing a bright red cocktail dress which beautifully offset said hair and eyes. And when she turned to the side, something about the shape of her nose and cheeks made him think, ...My God, you're Heather Locklear. Being a reserved introvert, Phil wasn't prone to approaching the deep end courting a woman, but after a few more flirty smiles and coy glances, he might go so far as to call this woman a babe. To himself.

He couldn't help wondering if she thought he was attractive at all. But he told himself not to get his hopes up. They were still only chatting, after all. And he kept the thought fresh in the back of his mind that even if nothing played out with this foxy lass, there were plenty of others here. But eventually they finished their drinks together and ordered a couple more, keeping the conversation going. Phil was liking the direction in which this was headed. He decided he'd underestimated the advice Dr. Jameson had given him about coming here, as well as his own worth as a person. This girl Veronica really seemed to genuinely like him. Still, much as he wanted to, he made himself refrain from pressing his luck. Wait and see, he told himself. Just wait for more conclusive evidence that things might proceed in your favor before you push. Look before you leap, Dixon, just look before you leap.

In the meantime, it was sure fun getting acquainted with her. She'd moved here from Canada when she was 18, and spoke fluent French—"Je parle la langue de l'amour." He had no idea what she said, but was enchanted by it nevertheless. Her career spawned from her love of not so much language itself, as the written letters, numbers, symbols and diacritics used to transfer written communication, and she could expertly craft any alphabet in a hundred different handwritten styles. And so now, she explained, she designed fonts, as part of her "craft," and did written body art and tattoos.

"...Wow," said Phil when she'd finished. "And I'm just a teller at the bank."

"But I'll bet you make a good living," she offered. "And it is solid, honest work."

Gosh, this lady had charm, he thought. And class. He noticed a pattern in her speech, that her eyebrows tended to raise at the midpoint of every sentence, and lower back down by the time she got to the period—or full stop, as she called it. The way she smiled curled the edges of her lips up, forming lovely matching dimples at the corner of each cheek. He had to admit that when she smiled at him, he had more than a little trouble concentrating on what she was saying.

My goodness, he thought, are there more women like this? Is every girl in this bar so friendly? Have these women been here this whole time and I never knew it?? Right now, though, he wasn't concerned about any other women, here or anywhere else. To Phil, who, again, hadn't enjoyed his share of lady companionship to this point in his life, enthusiasm at locating a woman who seemed to fancy him was overwhelming—whereas to the casual common dater, such a rendezvous would be merely a little exciting. Despite all the things he told Dr. Jameson, he wanted to ask her out. But the intimidation of being rejected remained standing in his way.

Amazingly enough, he didn't get the chance. He'd been enjoying himself so much in Veronica's company, he was losing track of the time, and when Veronica consulted her phone for this very information, he only studied her magnificently sculpted face. It was more than safe to say that the next thing that happened blew his mind.

She turned back to him. "Listen, Phil, would you, uh...maybe like to go back to my place?" she asked.

His own eyebrows leapt to attention, his mouth dropping open. All that went through his mind was, ?!?!!

He couldn't believe he'd just heard those words come out of her mouth. It was as if the most recent time he'd ridden this particular train of thought—desiring for a woman to hypothetically ask him out for once—fate actually heard him, and stepped in to lend a hand. Against all odds, he was, in real life, being presented with this fantastic question he only imagined before! Unbelievable.

He had to make sure he'd understood her correctly. "Did...you just ask me if I wanted to go to your place?" he repeated.

"Yeah," she nodded matter-of-factly. "But, I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine too."

"Don't WANT to"??! "YES! Yes, I definitely do want to!" he insisted, trying not to sound overzealously eager.

"Okay, great!" Veronica smiled. "Let me just run to the ladies,' 'kay? I may be a little while, but don't worry—I promise I am coming back." She giggled and patted his hand, trotting off.

Ten minutes later, she returned, all set. She unsnapped her purse and said, "Lemme just pay for my drinks here..."

Phil quickly reached for his own wallet. "Oh no, please, let me," he insisted, standing to dig out some cash before she could decline.

"Oh, why, how sweet!" Veronica thanked him. "Just one thing, though. I came with someone else, but I'm pretty sure she's long gone by now. Would you mind driving us, and I'll show you the way?"

He could barely believe this was happening; it was almost too good to be true. "Well, of course!" he automatically agreed. They joined hands and threaded their way back out to the now half-dusky, chilly exterior.

WOW, he thought breathlessly. My first time visiting a singles bar, and I'm actually going home with someone! His doctor had been absolutely right; he never knew whose fancy might be struck by his presence!

***

October 30th, 7:12 p.m.

Phil led Veronica across the street to his car. She gave him initial directions to her house. They opened the doors and started in.

"Excuse me, sir? Is this your vehicle?"

Phil stopped in mid-climb and turned in the direction of the voice. He saw something startling.

A meter maid had appeared, right in front of his driver's side mirror.

"Uh...yes?"

"Sir, you inserted only an hour's allowance in the meter. You're more than half an hour over. I'm gonna have to write you a ticket."

"What?!" he exclaimed. "But that—...that's impossible! I...I could've sworn I put in enough for two hours!"

The maid directed him to look. "No, I'm sorry, sir, you see?" She indicated to him that it had in fact expired. "One hour."

It was getting dark, but the streetlights were on, and he could make out the "expired" status on the meter. Oh, geez, he thought. Well, that's just great; something happens that I've been waiting so long for, and then this. But still, again, I could have sworn...

He sighed. "How much is the ticket?"

"Sixty dollars."

"Sixty D—" Unbelievable, he repeated to himself, this time in disgust.

Veronica noticed what was going on and got back out of the car. "Uh, ma'am?" she addressed her. "Could I have a word with you?"

She took the maid aside for a few moments. Phil couldn't hear what they were saying, but after a bit he thought he noticed the maid raise her head with a different expression on her face. What exactly was happening now, he wasn't sure, but another moment later, they returned to him. The meter maid now looked a lot friendlier.

"Okay, sir, I...think I can let you off the hook—this time," she amended, to Phil's visible astonishment. "Just don't let it happen again. Drive safely," she called, heading in the opposite direction.




Do You Trust Me?



Whoa! Phil whipped back around to Veronica. "Oh my God, that was amazing!" he said. "How'd you do that?"

"Oh, I...have a way with people," she coyly shrugged as they got in the car.

"You're telling me!" he concurred. "What'd you say to her?"

"Ah, really, it was nothing Earth-shattering," she said modestly. "You just...have to know how to deal with certain folks."

"Gosh," he said, shaking his head. "Well, tell me, how can I thank you?"

Veronica smiled. "Oh, I'm...sure we can figure something out."

***

October 30th, 7:38 p.m.

Veronica showed Phil to her house and he parked. Emerging, he noted just how dim it was inside and out. Well, clearly, he reasoned, why would she leave her lights on if she's not home, but in comparison to the other houses around, it still gave off sort of a dark feel.

She took him inside. When she flipped on the first switch, Phil was again slightly taken aback by just how little light was actually offered. It didn't become very bright inside. At all. He could make out where things were, but the wattage was comparable to that of a lava lamp. The design and décor also struck him quite different. It mirrored the aura he'd gotten from the exterior of the house as they arrived. He didn't know much about architecture, but he was picking up something of a gothic vibe from it.

He turned back to Veronica, who smiled at him. "This...this is a beautiful place," he said. He was being honest and truthful, though he wasn't sure if he'd particularly call it "classically" beautiful. "Exotically," maybe.

"Thank you!" she said brightly. He took a second to reabsorb her cheerful pulchritude. If he were to be more honest, her blonde hair, blue eyes, red dress, peach skin and radiant personality all seemed rather sunny and lively—in stark contrast to the atmosphere of her house, anyway. But the last thing he wanted to do was criticize. Instead, he innocuously asked—

"Could we maybe...get some more light in here?"

"Oh, of course!" she said, gladly honoring his request. "And go ahead, sit wherever you like. Get comfy! Make yourself at home!"

They removed their shoes, and Veronica relieved Phil of his jacket and tie. He undid the top button on his shirt and aired out his sleeves. They perched on the sofa, resuming their conversation, now without the impairment of bar noise.

Phil was still very much enjoying this evening. He was beginning to really like her. A lot. She was a fascinating conversationalist—and person in general—she had a delightful—if borderline naughty—sense of humor, and she laughed at his little joke attempts. His courting skills were minimal at best, but she made things easy on him. She told him not to worry, it was going just fine.

"Wow, are you sure you're not married?" he asked her with a chuckle.

They giggled together. He started to loosen up, but as he loosened up a little too much, he ran into a bit of an awkward moment.

She was in the middle of telling him an amusing anecdote when she noticed his eyes were wandering. It was absentminded, and he was listening to her, he'd just inadvertently focused in on a particular section of Veronica's bodily eye candy, she noticed.

"Are you staring at my breasts?"

Startled, he immediately brought his guilty gaze back up to her face. She seemed neither happy nor angry about it.

"Uh..." he stalled, "I...um..."

"I mean, I'm not necessarily saying that's not cool, I'd just like to know," she clarified.

"I'm, uh...I'm sorry," he apologized, turning his eyes to the floor. "I guess I was...I guess, it seemed like there was a lot of cleavage going on there, and, uh..." He winced. "...That's even worse, isn't it?"

"Not necessarily," she repeated. "You're a normal human being, you have urges and tendencies. The same with me. So, I mean, if you wanna undo a few more of your shirt buttons for me, I think then we'd be even."

Phil looked back up at her. She was smirking suggestively. Was she asking him to start getting undressed for her?

But just the buttons, he reminded himself. "Well, if that'll make things cool," he acquiesced, granting her a peek at his own chest.

So Veronica continued with her funny little story she was telling, as did their friendly gabbing. At least until the next time his eyes slid down a foot from her face. This time he eventually noticed himself, and covered them with a shake of the head.

"God, I'm sorry," he reiterated. "I-I just...I dunno. I'll be damned if I know why I keep staring at them."

"Phil, I'm telling you, I don't really mind so much," Veronica insisted, "I told you before, it's a natural adult human impulse. And if it makes you feel guilty, you can unbutton the rest of your shirt for me. I understand you're curious about my body, and to tell you the truth, I'm curious about yours too. Hell, if you want to take off your shirt completely, you can look at my boobs all night."

He chuckled in embarrassment. He settled for revealing the rest of his chest and stomach for now.

"You still seem a little on edge," she remarked.

"Well, kinda, yeah," he agreed. "I mean, this all seems...just...surreal to me. Believe it or not, I've never had a really serious steady relationship. I've gone on a few dates, but nothing's really ever come of 'em."

"No kidding?"

"Yeah, really. I mean, you're just...look at you, you're gorgeous, and...well, not that I'm a forest troll or anything myself..." he mused, "But I guess I just never expected to even meet someone like you, let alone be asked to your place."

Veronica chuckled. "Well, thank you, Phil, that's really sweet. But you know, you don't have to feel intimidated, or inferior to me—if that's what's going through your mind. And you don't have to be any greater than you are, or try to impress me either. I asked you to come home with me 'cause I wanted to get to know you more. And because you're handsome."

Phil was very charmed by her indeed. He smiled, taking and holding her hand.

"You really think I'm handsome?"

"Yeah," she confirmed, rubbing his cheek. "You have a lovely masculinity about your face and body, and you're easy on the eyes."

Phil felt himself warming up at her touch. Wow, so this is what it feels like to have someone interested in me. He'd harbored plenty of interest in plenty of women in his life, but having a little of it thrown back his way, now that was novel.

"Can I fix you some breakfast?"

"Sorry?"

"Dinner?" Veronica corrected herself immediately. "Can I fix you some dinner?"

***

October 30th, 9:14 p.m.

Bellies full, they resumed chatting it up and flirting on the couch. Phil could barely believe how much he seemed to like this girl, and she him. Things just continued to progress more swimmingly than he could've imagined. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt like this. When he wasn't talking, he just smiled tenderly at her. As the night wore on and on, Veronica inched herself gradually closer. "Phil...let me ask you something," she uttered, smoothing her palm inside his still-open shirt, fondling his chest hair.

"Sure."

"Do you trust me?"

He stopped smiling, his eyes abruptly widening just a bit. "...Why?"

She laughed good-naturedly. "Oh, nothing. I'm-I'm just asking, based on how much you know me so far...do you trust me?"

He shrugged. "Well, I...I guess so, yeah. I trust you."

Her own lips curled up into a lovely grin that was both playful and sexy at the same time. She kissed him. A warm rush settled over him as her velvety lips pressed into his. Her hands slipped inside his shirt and rested on his sides. He returned the gesture.

Lips in contact, Veronica pulled Phil still closer, as they slumped together against the back of the couch. Her hands slid up his torso until reaching his shoulders, and pushed his shirt the rest of the way off. Now very excited, Phil eagerly pulled his arms out of the sleeves and whipped the shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. Veronica surreptitiously slid her foot along the carpet till she found Phil's tie. She picked it up with her toes, retrieved it and stuffed it between her boobs, keeping the passion of the kiss flowing to occupy him. With the other hand she caressed his now naked back and shoulders. A few moments later, tie securely concealed in her tits, they broke from the kiss. Opening her smoky, persuasive eyes, Veronica murmured, "Then come with me, please."

They rose from the couch and she led him by the hand to a different room. When she brought him inside and flipped on the light, Phil looked around to see a large desk, occupied by some electronic devices, a hundred different pens, pencils, brushes and other writing/drawing implements, an inkwell, a dozen different varieties of paper in a dozen different sizes, and a huge bookshelf to the side, overstuffed with so many books some of them were piled on the floor.

"Ah...so where are we?" he asked.

"My study-slash-office," said Veronica, silently shutting the door behind. "Where I do all my work." She slipped her arm around him, gazing up into his face, permeating the air with irresistible seduction. She leaned to his ear and lowered her voice to a whisper.

"ALL...my work."

For a moment Phil wasn't too sure what she meant by this. There was no longer any need to be confused in the next few minutes, though, as Veronica took his hands, and again asked him, "You said you trusted me, Phil, yes?"

He nodded, curious as to why this kept coming up. "Yeah...?"

A smile. "Then do just that," said Veronica, soft and low. She pulled out the chair from the middle of the desk and positioned him in its place, right under one of the fixtures on the eight-foot-high ceiling. Holding on to his right wrist with her left hand, she whipped out his tie from her breasts, took his left wrist, crossed one over the other, and started binding them together.

Unaware what was going on, but not suspecting anything in particular just yet, Phil asked, "Um...what's...the deal?"

"Oh, you're gonna see, in just a minute..." smiled Veronica. She stepped atop the chair and gingerly brought his arms up. "Now please stand on your tippy-toes for me if you would, Phil..."

With her holding onto him now, there wasn't much point in trying to go anywhere, so he did as she said.

"There's a good fellow. Now don't worry your pretty little head about this..." she went on, tugging on the tie till she got just all the slack she needed, double-knotting the other end to the ceiling fixture. "This is extra sturdy. You can't do anything to break it."

Satisfied he was now secured, she lowered herself to the floor.

"...Are we...doing something kinda kinky?" he guessed, a tiny bit weirded-out, yet undeniably intrigued by her initiative.

"Mm, you might say that," she replied, a little unsettlingly, caressing his torso. The next thing she did was unbutton and unzip his trousers. His expression intensified, but he didn't attempt to stop her in any way. There wasn't any point for Veronica to hold back at this point. Once they were unzipped, she reached around the back, took hold of both the pants and underwear, and zhoop! He was instantly naked in front of her. Phil was very startled, but definitely not turned off, not in the least.

"And, step out, please." Again, he obeyed, and she tossed them on her desk. Her next stop was the shelves, where she moved some books to reveal a couple sets of fuzzy, oversized cuffs. Returning to Phil's right, she knelt on the floor beside him.

"Leg, s'ilvous plaît." She secured his right leg to the desk at the ankle. She crossed around him and did the same with his left. Once she was done, she took a step back and smiled. "Beautiful," she commented. She glanced down to see him beginning to react to the kinkiness. Ooh, how flattering, she thought. He likes me. And he likes me too.

"Now, Phil, at this point, I must ask you again...do you still trust me?"

He wasn't totally sure anymore. "Why exactly do you keep asking?" His tone was timid.

She slipped her arms around his sides and looked up into his eyes with an expression cleverly disguised as benevolence. "Because if you still do..." she explained, her lips curling up—

"Then I must be even more cunning than I thought."

Phil's eyes widened a little. His brows rose. "...Huh?"

"Well, either that, or you really are overly trusting. And innocent, and naïve. But it's okay, sweetheart; that's very endearing."

Eh...ruh-roh, he thought. "...What do you mean, Veronica?"

"Phil, I have a confession to make...remember that meter maid who stopped you when we got to your car tonight?"

"Yeah..."

"Well...you were right. You didn't go over the limit."

"I'm...sorry?"

"She's a friend of mine."

"What?"

"Yeah, we, uh...kinda set the whole thing up."

"Wha—...you mean she's not a real meter maid?"

"Oh, no, she's definitely a real meter maid. We wouldn't have been able to do this if she wasn't. You know when I said I needed to go to the ladies' room? I was in there for a while, right? Well, while I was in there I gave her a call. We usually keep an eye out for cute guys who come in, so we spotted your car, and I told her to open the parking meter where you parked, and turn it to 'expired.'"

"What??"

"...Yyyyyyeah, so..." she hesitated, feigning embarrassment, "...Y'see, you weren't crazy or anything. You still had time on there."

"But h—..." Phil tried to process this. "But...w—...why would you do that?"

"Well, so I could come to your rescue, and get you out of the ticket, and earn your trust, my dear."

"So...you...deceived me...in order to...gain my trust??"

She nodded. "Mm-hm! And as you see, it worked perfectly!"

"Bu—..." He reflexively struggled with the bonds, even though he knew he couldn't go anywhere. He was about to ask her why she would think he wouldn't trust her, but he was beginning to figure that out. "S—...so what is this, you're just...kidnapping me?"

"Well...essentially, yeah, that's one way of putting it," cooed Veronica, stroking her way down his midsection and petting his bush. "But perhaps only temporarily."

"'Perhaps only temporarily'?"

"Right. Allow me to enlighten you as to what's gonna happen, Phil," said Veronica, a sweet smirk on her face. "We're gonna play a game. It's fun; you'll like it." She held her hands behind her back and rocked on her heels, smirk graduating to a saccharine smile.

"Wanna hear the rules?"

His face was now a little scared and nervous. "Um...do I have a choice?"

She chuckled. "That's a good point. Not really you don't, no.

"Okay, so it's pretty simple," she explained. "It's a bet. Right now it's..." She checked the time. "...Exactly 11:00. Now, Phil, honey, I'm gonna start...teasing you...y'know, 'down there'...and, I'm gonna bet you...that I can make you cum..." She paused for effect, looking slyly down at his twitching cock. It reacted to the saucy way she laid it all out, and especially the way she said, "cum."

"...And I mean really cum..." It reacted again. "...A full-fledged orgasm...by midnight. Here..."

She moved her digital desk clock to the bookcases where they could clearly see the glowing numbers.

"But the twist is..." she went on, returning to the desk to retrieve one particular item, "...I have to make you cum..."

His cock was already a little more than half-erect as she ambled back and finished, "...Using nothing but this."

She showed him the little prop she'd fetched: a long, stiff feather quill. He grew both stimulated and intimidated at the sight.

Veronica smiled, letting the feather blade glide down his face to his neck and continue on its way. "And, eh..." she went on, "As to the results...if I win—i.e., force you to cum, in the next fifty-nine minutes..." She leaned up to whisper the rest in his ear.

"I get to keep you as my sex slave."

Phil whirled on her in a mixture of fright and intense arousal. Her shady smile helped his dick the rest of the way to a full erection.

"Uh..." he said with a gulp, "And what, um...what happens if...?"

"I'm so glad you asked. If I can't make you cum by midnight with my little friend here..." said Veronica, wiggling the feather, "...Or, if I have to use my hand, or mouth, or anything else to do it...then you get to keep me as your sex slave."

Phil's heart starting pounding wildly through his chest. "...Really?" he asked, both skeptic and fascinated.

"Well, if you see fit. Actually, Phil, if you win, you can have absolutely anything you want from me. Literally, anything your innocent heart desires. That, my lovely gent, is the bet," confirmed Veronica. She stood up on the chair again. "So, is it a deal?"

Without waiting for him to say anything, she clasped his tied right hand, and shook it. "Good!"

She giggled and hopped back down off the chair again. He was looking at her with a "Come on, that's not fair" expression. But he rather doubted a mere feather held the power to suck an entire orgasm out of him. Still, Veronica was grinning with satisfaction.

"All right, big guy," she purred, leering at him as she twirled the feather, "Let's see how much you can take."

And so it began. She swirled, stroked, waved and slid the feather from the head, slowly to the bottom, culling an initial, raspy "Oh, God," out of Phil. His head went back till he could see his hands in the ceiling fixture. He could already hear her chuckling. He felt the overwhelming sensation ride him up and down, up and down, over and over, giving the balls their share of attention. After five minutes, it would seem he'd underestimated this feather. It was already driving him crazy. The feather was eight inches, weighed two ounces, and was making him go insane. After another minute, he was begging her to please stop just so he could catch his breath.

"'Please stop'?!" she teasingly parroted with a laugh. "How's that gonna help me win?"

At 11:09, she finally paused. "Okay, dude, you get a little break," she decided. She put the quill down, so she could proceed to take each of her own articles of clothing off. As Phil and his manhood watched her strip, he felt himself becoming even more turned on.

"Ah," sighed Veronica, now as naked as he. "That's better, huh?" Her back to him, she stretched, giving him a little show before returning to the audience participation. "Oh, gosh, I think I left something down here..." she mused, spreading her legs, bending to the floor, giving him an exquisite view of her pussy. It was getting to be too much. He was inclined to say, "Hey, that's cheating!" But, she'd made the rules, and said nothing about stacking them in her favor with her own nudity. And he still had fifty, minutes...to go.

"Oh, nope, my mistake," she corrected herself, standing up and clapping dust off her hands. "All righty, my friend, let's get back to it..." She picked up the quill. "By the way, Phil, just out of curiosity, what's your last name? I don't think I ever caught it."

He swallowed, taking a deep breath, figuring he'd need it. "Dixon."

"Dixon?" she repeated.

"Yeah...D-I-X-O-N."

"Huh!" she smiled. "Well, y'know, that's a bit of a coincidence...'cause right now...your 'dick's in' trouble, babe..." she said, once more sadistically twirling the feather between her fingers. "...Aaaaaand back to the torture."

On went the bet. This time Veronica guided the feather just a little further back, so as not to leave out his taint and ass as well. Phil was starting to lose it. He lifted his feet off the floor the inch or two he was allowed. OHMYGOD, he reiterated in his mind. How much time was left...he tried to focus his eyes and look at the clock. Still forty minutes?! Oh, he didn't think he was going to make it.




Do You Trust Me?



11:23: "You want another break, hon?" asked Veronica.

He nodded desperately. She granted him one. "All right, enjoy it while it lasts," she said. She was about to put the quill back down again when she stopped momentarily and said, "Actually...y'know what? This might be a good time for us to have a little, uh...chat."

He gasped for breath. "...Chat about what?" he finally sputtered out.

"Well, you know, Phil...I think I really like you..." Veronica started. "...Well, obviously; why would I ask you home with me if I didn't, but...there's something you should know about me. I hesitate to say it 'cause, well, it's a little out of the ordinary. It might, kinda...frighten you a little. But...well, I really do care for you, so I think you deserve to know this."

Phil felt a little disappointed that she apparently was about to tell him something he didn't want to hear, but at least it would bring him closer to midnight without being agonizingly tantalized and titillated.

"And there's really no way to say this other than to just come right out and say it," Veronica went on. "So I'm just gonna do that. Phil, my name really is Veronica Upland, but there's one other thing you need to know about me...

"I'm a witch."

Phil looked at her expressionlessly a few minutes. "...You mean...tomorrow?" he finally asked. "...For trick-or-treat? For a party?"

"Mmm, no," she replied matter-of-factly, "I mean...every day. It's my identity. It's who I am."

He stared with a face that he'd never made before.

"Phil?" she finally said, met only with the same look.

"...Penis for your thoughts," she joked after another awkward moment, nodding to his erection.

"Uhhhh..." he said, "I, uh...I don't believe in witches."

Veronica frowned. "Well, that makes me pretty sad, Phil. I wish you did, 'cause...here I am, standing right in front of you."

Phil was flabbergasted, his erection also confused. It didn't go away yet, but Phil felt something very upsetting descending on him.

"The, uh...the only, uh...'witches' I know are mean ladies," he stated confoundedly.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that with me, hon," said Veronica. "I'm a nice witch. Still a witch, but...I'm a good witch."

The next thing Phil did she did not fully understand. He turned away from her and sighed, blowing out his breath in dismay.

"What's the matter?" she asked, almost a little hurt by this reaction.

The pessimistic, cynical side of Phil came out. "I...I just—I should have known," he scoffed.

"Should have known what?"

He stared at the floor. "A real, actual woman...genuinely seeming to like me," he said sourly. "That had to be phony."

She started to react, but he kept going. "Boy, I'll tell you, Veronica...I've met a few girls who came up with some pretty interesting ways of letting me down 'easy,' but this..." He shook his head. "This is a new one, even on me. I mean, someone as beautiful as you, asking me—me!—to go home with you...I knew there had to be a catch somewhere. I knew it; I knew this was too good to be true."

"Wha—...no, Phil, no!" she insisted. "You've got it all wrong! That's not it at all! I'm telling you the truth! Phil, I swear, my name really is Veronica, I really am a good witch, and I really do like you!"

"Uh-huh," he nodded sarcastically. "Sure. Y'know what, you were right: I am obviously too trusting. So, what, you figured you'd just have your way with me, cast a little spell on me, and that'd be that?"

Veronica could tell he was hurt now, which hurt and scared her. "Phil, you don't understand!" she said. "If that's all I wanted, I could've just kidnapped you, fucked you, and shoved you out the door. But it's not! I don't wanna shove you out the door! Honey, for hell's sake," she chuckled, trying to lighten things up, "Why would I wanna make you my sex slave if I didn't want you around??"

Still he said nothing.

"Phil, I'm a perfectly normal, sweet woman in every other way. I just happened to be born with a supernatural power that belongs to Wiccans. And that's really all that makes me a witch. Please, how can I make you believe me?"

Phil hesitated. "Veronica..." he said with a sigh of exasperation, "...Actual witches...don't exist. They're mythical. They're not real."

Her face turned disappointed again. She looked down at his still half-erect cock, then back up at his face. Slowly, her expression turned shifty, as her lips worked up to a sneaky, roguish smile, thinking of a way to convince him to change his mind.

"Are you, uh..."

She turned the feather around, gently poked him just under the head of the cock with its quill end...and held it there as she asked...

"...Sure about that?"

Phil involuntarily threw his head back with a breathless, forced gasping scream, as she sorcerously shot an injection of blazing white-hot passion raging through him. His dick immediately re-hardened into a full erection. He could barely keep his eyes open, or from rolling back in his head, but he thought he saw the lights in the room flickering on and off accompanying this overpowering sensation, before she finally unquilled him. When she broke contact, both the quill and Phil's cock were dripping with pre-cum.

When he realized she'd released him from this new level of madness, Phil heaved out his breath and tried to refocus. "OH my God!" he exclaimed. "What the fucking hell was that??"

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey bunny," Veronica teased calmly, grinning again. "Was that too...intense for you?"

He gaped for breath, trying just to hold onto his sanity.

"You see, Phil?" she said, both persuasively and mischievously. "I really am a good witch...but, I can be very bad...if I want to."

Phil was still blinking and trying to breathe steadily. They both looked at the clock. 11:34.

"Well! Twenty-six minutes left. Guess we'd better get back on with this, huh?" she winked, waving the feather.

"Uh, Veronica...I-I don't know if I can take any mohhhhhGod!" Phil groaned as she cut him off with more ruthless cock tickling. He was already dribbling pre-cum down his shaft, which was also now glazing the feather tip.

"You know what, Phil?" He felt the feather swish around his leg as she crossed behind. "Why don't we get a little more personal?"

"Uh-oh..." he uttered. "Am I about to hate you?"

Veronica laughed, climbing up onto her desk. "Well, I certainly hope not! I was just kinda wondering, sweetie...you, uh..."

He felt the prickly sensation creeping up on his ass. He heard her sultry voice and felt her warm breath on his back.

"...Ever been fucked by a feather?"

The tingle driving him crazy seemed to penetrate his asshole, but he couldn't tell for sure. However, once she started teasing him, and slipped the tip of the feather inside, he did feel inclined to jump out of his skin and scream, "Rape!!" But he didn't...he tried to hold himself under relative control. His voice did jump about three octaves, though.

"Or perhaps I should say, ever been fucked by a nice witch holding a feather?"

His dick wanted to spurt right now. But Veronica planned otherwise. There were eighteen minutes left, and she wanted to enjoy all of them messing with Phil. She was pretty turned on herself. She got off her desk before she started to leak happy pussy drops on it. When she decided he'd endured enough assplay, she went back to tormenting his stone-hard dick and tightened balls, whirling and swirling the feather all over him. His face was red and sweating. He was dying, in a seizure of insurmountable pleasure thrust upon him. Veronica, meanwhile, fondled herself at the same time, fingers up inside herself, finding their way through the labial gates.

What she really wanted to do, was slather chocolate sauce all over that red, trembling dick, turn it into an éclair, put it in her mouth and suck out the sweet, thick cream...or drop the quill and jerk him off until he couldn't see straight...

...Or just jump on him, wrap her legs around him, and feed his cock to her hungry Little Veronica.

But all of those were no-nos according to her own rules of this little game. She'd have to settle for letting the feather do the work and have all the fun. She checked the clock. 11:47. The minutes were seeming to just drag on forever. It didn't look like he could take too much more, and she wasn't that far behind. With ten minutes left, she had to momentarily stop, sit down and wipe her forehead.

"Phil, darling?" she called up to him.

"Yes?..." he called back, weak and dizzy.

"'S 11:50...you wanna keep going, or you want a break?"

He looked down at her, almost half of her left hand inside her sopping wet cunt, blinking away the fuzziness. "You're asking me?"

Despite her supernature, Veronica was getting dizzy and weak herself. She didn't want to admit to Phil how much of an impact this was having on her, or undermine her power, but she didn't think she'd have to worry. Besides, as she replied in answer to his query, the break wouldn't be longer than a minute... "And I'm still gonna get your cum anyway," she smiled, wickedly toying with his mind.

Phil's dazed, confused mind wasn't sure what to make of this, or anything this evening anymore. His dripping, throbbing dick, on the other hand, still standing perpendicular to him, was absolutely in love with Veronica...and her feather quill.

PLEASE let me cum, the dick begged all of them—its owner, the witch, and the quill—PLEEEEEASE...I'm dying to cum... Unable to really focus that hard on the perils of being Veronica's sex slave, Phil was caring less and less in whose favor this bet came out. It was starting to be way too much, and he was needing to just, as his cock so eloquently stated, cum already. Even still, he didn't know how to answer her. Answering would have required the capability to think straight.

"Okay, well, tell you what," Veronica said, standing from the chair and laying the feather down, "I'll give you a sixty-second break. So this, therefore, doesn't count." Standing at his side, not touching any other part of his body, she stood on her toes, took his face and laid a long...hot...literally bewitching kiss on him, that possessed and enchanted him in every sense of the words. Her vagina dripped more liquid pleasure down her thighs. It wanted to know when it would be able to join the party. Next time, its owner told it.

Oh, come on! the pussy complained. If the dick gets to play, why not me?

Because that's not the plan this time. Tell you what, next time I'll make him cunniling-us, how's that?

Oh-kay...

By the time the kiss concluded, it was 11:55. "All right, hon," Veronica leered, picking up the feather. "Ready to hand it over now?"

Phil was breathing too hard to answer. But he again of course felt the sensation sending him through this perpetual whirlwind, the feather swishing up and down, up and down, up and down. Veronica wanted natch to make this a night Phil could never come close to forgetting. And while she didn't need to worry about that in the least, she still wanted it to be as intense as physically possible.

At 11:58, she paused briefly one more time, and said, "So, then, Phil..." His eyes fluttered open.

"Can I now safely presume then that you believe in me?"

Oh, this again, thought Phil. He sighed, trying to find the appropriate words and place them in proper order.

"Veronica...really...I...I want to believe you're a...a witch, but...I j—I just can't. I...I was brought up to think logically, and...and to distinguish fact from fiction, and...what's real and what's not. I...I'm sorry, Veronica, I just...

"...I just don't believe in real witches."

Hmm...what a shame.

"Phil..." Veronica uttered ominously, staring him in the face. She dropped her voice.

"...Look me in the eyes...and say that again."

This was difficult, gazing into her dreamy face to say these unfortunate words, but he pushed them out. At least, he started to.

"Veronica...I don't bel—"

His speech was interrupted, morphing into a shaking, quivering cry of fright, as before his own very eyes, Veronica's irises changed suddenly, from blue, to bright red. She dimmed the lights with her mind as her eyes transformed and glowed, boring into Phil's soul. They narrowed down as her lips curled up once again into her terrifying evil smile, and he heard her voice whisper to him.

"It's midnight, Phil...

"...Trick or treat."

Again, sticking to her rules, she touched only the quill to his cock, just beneath the head, lighting her sexfire under him once more. He closed his eyes, screamed and moaned, as every part of him sizzled and crackled with the same torrid passion she'd forced on him earlier, and before he knew what was happening, she jolted his balls with her playful black magic, coercing it all out.

He exploded. His cum shot through his dick and rocketed out with far fiercer velocity that he ever achieved on his own. It was utterly incredible. And unbearable. He couldn't take it, and at the same time, didn't want it to ever stop. After no less than twenty monstrous bursts, she concluded he had nothing left, and lifted the spell, letting him float back down. His hysterical shrieking had almost cost him his voice. He exhaled a series of post-cum groans and coughs before things returned to (relatively) normal.

His body slumped, only the tie keeping him from collapsing in an exhausted heap on the floor. Veronica could see he'd be out for a little while, so she returned her eyes to their normal soft blue, brought the lights back up, sat in the chair, spread her legs, opened herself up, gazed at his brazen masculine form hanging in front of her, and began tickling her own pussy with the feather, until she took herself up the elevator to heaven where she'd just sent Phil. She didn't fall asleep, though both orgasms had drained her energy too. She took her time to the bathroom, returned, dressed and sat back down, affectionately watching her sex slave recover.

***

October 31st, 12:37 a.m.

"Mmm..." Phil stirred to life, shaking his head. "Hm?"

Veronica, who was scribbling on one of her large pads of paper, looked up to see he'd awoken.

"Well, hello there, sweet thing!" she greeted, jumping up to kiss him. "I was wondering when you were gonna wake up!"

He blinked himself fully awake, trying to recall what was going on. "...What?"

"Welcome back!" she smiled beatifically. He could see her eyes were blue and the lights were back up. "Did you have a nice nap?"

"Uh..." He yawned. "Yeah, I...I guess so."

"Wonderful," she said. "Feel any different being a slave?"

He blinked again and opened his eyes wide. "What?" he repeated.

"Well, you remember our little game, don't you? I made you cum, by midnight, with my...little toy, so you're my sex slave now."

He looked at her, alarmed. "I...kinda thought you were just kidding about that."

"Well, why would I kid you about making you my sex slave?"

He was becoming scared now. "I...thought it was just part of the whole thing. Like, to...make it more fun, or something." He stared at her. "Wait a sec, you...you mean you're really gonna...just keep me here??"

"Well, of course not, silly!" she said, to Phil's temporary relief. "I mean, I certainly do plan to untie you. You won't be able to wait on me and serve me all the time when you're just locked up in my study, now will you?" she laughed.

Phil's relief was again replaced by panic. "You a—that's what I meant!" he said. "You are? You're just gonna...hold me prisoner?"

"Well, that's not a very nice choice of words," she said, sounding hurt. "Phil, darling, seriously, no kidding, slave or no slave, you're gonna love me!" insisted Veronica. "And you're gonna love it here with me! I'm telling you, even though you're my slave, you won't even notice it. I'm going to treat you like a king! I'm gonna feed you, I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna give you a great home!"

"Th—wh—y—...that's insane!" Phil finally shouted. "That's ridiculous! I'm not a dog, Veronica, I'm a man! I'm a grown human being! I have my own life!" he asserted. "I have a family. And I already have my own home. And I have a job!"

"Well—honey, calm down!" said Veronica. "It's okay! Your life doesn't have to stop just 'cause you're my sex slave. It's not like I'm never gonna let you see the sun again, for heaven's sake! I'll be more than happy to have you take me over to your place, and I'd love to meet your family. And we can go out and do stuff together...as long as you're not foolish enough to try to run away from me. And I doubt that; you're a smart man, I can tell. Really, Phil, honest to goodness, I promise, this is gonna be the most fun you've ever had."

"But, I—" Phil sighed, pulling on the tie and cuffs. "All right, just—...I won't run away, just, would you mind untying me, please??"

"Oh, of course!" Veronica gladly obliged. "And you don't have to start being my slave right away; we can get a little sleep first."

"Veronica..." Phil muttered, shaking his now freed wrists, "This—...this seems pretty unrealistic. I mean, I...uh...I like you and all, but...even leaving the witch thing out of it for a sec...I don't even know you."

She set his ankles free as well and hugged him. "It's okay, Phil, we have plenty of time for that. You'll grow to love me, and I you. We'll have a beautiful, wonderful life together. And, of course...the sex is gonna be way fucking hotter than you ever imagined."

"Yeah, but, uh..." He pushed himself out of the hug just enough to look at her face to face. "Just supposing that, like...doesn't happen? I mean...what if I don't end up loving you?"

As Veronica stared at him, her expression didn't change, but he did notice the lights dim again. "Don't worry, my pretty. You will."

He got the message. It was a pretty effective conviction that his love for her would manifest its presence one way or another. She held onto his hands, stood on tippy-toe and kissed him. He had to admit, she was a great kisser, and he loved the way her breasts pushed up against him when they embraced. And maybe this whole deal didn't seem quite as insane as it did five minutes ago, but...

"What about my job?"

"No big deal," she said. "Tell me how to get in touch with them, and I'll, uh...persuade them, to give you a nice, long vacation.

"Now then..." Veronica said, slipping her hand around his cock, being gentle with it after what she'd just put it through, "Phil...your owner would like to take you to bed, and fall asleep in your arms...will you come?" she giggled.

Given all they'd just done together, he didn't see a lot of cause for shock in that suggestion. And he could definitely use the rest. She led him out by the dick, passing out through the hall, but he stopped for a second. He looked still uneasy and troubled.

"Honey?...What's wrong?"

"Veronica...I'm just not sure I feel too good about this whole thing."

Her eyes softened with sympathy. She returned to him and gave him another hug. "Aw, Phil...you just need some sleep, honey. You'll feel all better in the morning. I promise." She continued to lead him towards the bedroom.

"Veronica..." she heard him say again, "A—...um...are you sure about this?"

She slowly turned back to him. "Why, of course, Phil..." she whispered, batting her limpid, feminine, red eyes...




Do You Trust Me?



"...Don't you trust me?"



Do You Trust Me?



"Do you trust me?" Sandra murmured in my ear over the thumping music in the disco. 

It was the third night of a seven day vacation, and it was our second trip to the clothing optional, all-inclusive Caribbean resort with a large group. The resort was unique in that it allowed, and even somewhat encouraged, open sexual activity between the guests. While many in the group were "lifestylers" (aka swingers) we were not. We enjoyed the group because we found the sexually charged atmosphere and the open minded and friendly people a lot of fun. We had a terrific time on our first trip; met a lot of friendly people, formed some new (non-swinger) friendships, and pushed our sexual boundaries. We spent most of the time there completely naked, participated in a few of the less wild activities, dressed up in sexy theme wear most nights, and even discretely had sex in public several times. 

During our first trip we immersed ourselves in the erotic environment and saw plenty of public sex, but we both commented that the experience had been a bit tamer than we'd expected. For example, the roof-top Jacuzzi lounge, which opened at 3:00pm, was a place for open sexual activity, but we'd rarely saw such, except very late at night. Most happy hour afternoons at the hot tub were filled more with drinking and socializing than with public sex. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it was just a bit less wild than we thought it would be. We were prepared for more, and I think deep inside we were both a tad bit disappointed that we didn't see it. Nevertheless we had a great time and had scheduled our second trip to the resort with the same group even before we'd left last year.

The months leading up to last year's trip had been extremely busy. This year our schedules were less full.. Without saying so out loud, at least at first, we were both prepared to ramp up our experience. With more free time on our hands we used it to the fullest to get ready. We spent more time at the gym, watched our diets very carefully, and liberally used the tanning beds before our departure. Our attention to physical appearances extended beyond losing a few pounds and making sure that the tropical sun didn't burn us in uncomfortable places. Sandra normally "groomed" me on a regular basis, keeping my abundant body hair trimmed down to short, enjoyable length. She also waxed the pubic hair off my cock and balls, making sure that I have no "dental floss" to interfere with her oral ministrations. For several months before our trip, she groomed and waxed me even more frequently, making sure that I was completely hairless everywhere she wanted me to be. I loved the attention of every primping session and the end result of smooth, bare skin all over my cock, balls and even around my anus. With her extra attention, I didn't have a single strand of stray pubic hair, and she had trimmed the patch above my cock extra short to further increase any and every sensation that she might shower on me. Sandra often commented on her handiwork, "I like the way it makes your cock really stand out."

Immediately before we left, she spent even more time than usual using the electric trimmer, neatening up every square inch of my body, chest, back, stomach, even my butt, arms and legs. It felt great and I loved the whole idea of looking as close to perfect for her as I could.

The extra pre-trip efforts didn't stop there either. Our sex life went into high gear. We tried all kinds of new positions, made love multiple times per week ("Got to get into sex shape too," we joked) and pushed a few boundaries at home. We took advantage of an empty house without the kids around as often as we could, and found all kinds of new uses for the kitchen table, the back porch, our hot tub, and the stairs as we made a point of having sex everywhere and every which way in the house that we could think of. 

Far from exhausting us, each time we did something new, we got more energized and more determined to try another new thing, or push even farther. We delved deeper into Sandra's exhibitionist streak, and she went out to dinner several times without panties so I could take advantage of her secret nakedness to bring her to orgasm under cover of a restaurant table cloth. One clothes shopping trip even included a strip tease by her for me in the dressing room, which was followed by a passionate release for both of us in the car before we left the parking lot. We spent several evenings teaching each other what specific touches and techniques were the most stimulating and we finally figured out how to use the electrostim toy that we have. We even enjoyed watching each other masturbate. By the time we left for our vacation, we had deepened our physical and emotional connection to each other, and we fired up for an extra sexy trip. 

When we got to the resort, we jumped right into the naked and sexy fun. Many of the friends we made from our last trip were there again, and there were also plenty of new folks that we got to know quickly. Maybe it was just us, and all the fun we had getting ready for the trip, but the atmosphere felt significantly more charged than the previous year. It was just as friendly and laughter- filled as before, but the open sexuality was much greater than before. 

On our very first afternoon at the hot tub there were multiple couples using the loungers for some pretty wild daylight sex. Excited by the edgy and erotic atmosphere and our pre-trip preparations, we jumped in to the amped sexuality with both feet. The first night we had noisy, wild sex on a bed out under the stars in a corner of Jacuzzi lounge while other couples did the same, and a large crowd partied in the nearby over-sized hot tub. On other occasions I enjoyed feeling Sandra's hands around my cock, stroking me while we floated in the hot tub talking with our friends. She even covertly ducked her head a few times engulfing my cock for a mini blow-job mid conversation. I, in turn, returned her attention by secretly stroking her pussy as often as I could without interrupting whatever we were doing at the time, which was usually talking and laughing with other couples. Unlike the prior year, we somewhat more publically displayed our physical affection for each other, but kept our activities a bit hidden from view. 

The new couples that we met and hung around with were also more openly sexual than those we met last year. Many of them were swingers to one degree or another. As candid as Sandra is about discussing our sexuality, the conversations often became quite explicit as she and whomever we were with talked about various blow-job techniques, favorite positions, the pluses and minuses of various toys, or what everyone liked best about his or her partner. In a place like that resort, such conversations were commonplace, and it was refreshing and stimulating to be so open and honest with relative strangers. All-in-all, the extra charged atmosphere this trip matched our own charge and we knew from the start that it was going to be a wilder week than we'd ever had. Little did I know how much. 

****

"Do you trust me?" Sandra murmured in my ear again. 

The costume theme of the evening was white night. She was dressed in an extremely short skirt (I'm not even sure if it could be called a skirt outside of the resort since it didn't cover her butt) and a sheer see-through white top. Her luscious, tanned 34 DD's were easy to see through the nearly translucent fabric and brushed up against me as she leaned into me, seductively whispering in my ear over the music in the disco. 

I had on white scrub pants and a sort-of matching button down short sleeved shirt fully open to the waist. What I didn't have on at Sandra's insistence, was any underwear. I felt her hand on my thigh through the thin cotton. Each time she stroked my thigh, going higher and higher toward my crotch, my cock jumped. The result wasn't a "bulge" in my pants. It was more like my hard cock was tightly outlined and obvious through the thin material. Sandra loved teasing me like that, and here at the resort because I knew how much she liked seeing me on display, I didn't mind having an obvious hardon. As she breathed in my ear and kept stroking me, my head swirled in pleasure in time with the throb of my growing cock. The loose pants very quickly began to feel tight.

"Do I trust you?" Sandra's question echoed through my mind. "Yes, yes. A thousand times, a million times yes,." I thought in silent response.

I flashed back to everything we've done together and the incredible bond that we have. It is founded on an absolute trust in each other. I will do anything she asks; absolutely anything, but her question was a combination of temptation, promise and threat. 

"What are you up to?" I wondered.

"Of course," I smiled back and kissed her deeply, my hand caressing her nipple through the sheer fabric of her blouse. 

"Good," was her simple, answer. "Good," she said again this time her voice was filled with sensual promise. "Let's make a pit stop, and I'll meet you at the door." 

We headed for the co-ed bathroom and split up to enter our separate stalls. When I came out Sandra wasn't in sight, so I made my way to the front door of the disco to wait for her. In a minute I saw her approach with two oversized resort towels tucked under her arm. She took my hand and led us outside into the marginally cooler night air. 

"We are we going?" I asked. 

"Down to the beach," Sandra answered. 

"I thought it was a no-no to use the beach beds at night," I said. 

The beach was open to the general public and the resort rules disallowed any sexual activity there.

"As long as we're not too noisy or attract attention, I learned that we won't be bothered. Besides it's dark and nobody will even know we're there," she said. 

"Dark? It's a full moon out tonight" I countered. 

"We'll be behind the curtains in the shadows. It'll be fine. It'll be fun," she said squeezing my arm. "We're going to meet Sheri and Diane and a few others at the beach beds," she added. 

In a moment we were almost at the sand. 

"Really?" I said raising an eyebrow beginning to feel a bit unsure about this. It sounded an awful lot like we were headed for a swinger's orgy, which was definitely out of my comfort zone. 

Sandra read my mind, as she so often does and allayed my worries, "No, I don't want to play with anybody else. You're all for me, and I'm just for you," she cooed. I could tell there was something she wasn't saying as she kicked off her sandals and jumped into the sand. 

"But that doesn't mean that I don't want to show you off," Sandra said with a twinkle in her eye. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek then ran across the sand for the beach beds leaving me speechless.

"Show me off? I wonder exactly what that means," I thought as I walked across the sand toward the thatch-roofed beds. My heart was pounding, both from excitement and more than a little bit of anxiety. The beds she had disappeared into were on the front row, closest to the water. They were solid wooden structures consisting of a platform raised about 3-4 feet off the sand and large enough to hold about ten or twelve queen-sized mattresses side-by-side. The back "wall" of the structure was gauzy white linen and it was roofed by a combination of cloth and thatching. Each mattress could be separated from its neighbor by cloth curtains, but most of the time, they were pulled back to allow the breeze to blow freely across the whole area, and to facilitate socialization. At that time of night, despite the moon illuminating the beach, the inside of the beds was in deep shadow. I couldn't see in as I climbed up the step leading to where Sandra had disappeared. 

I was greeted by soft chorus of "Hey there's" directed at me, and the clink of ice cubes rattling in glasses. Instantly I could tell that there were more people there than Sandra had described, and that they could easily see me. It almost felt as if they had been waiting for me. My heart rate jumped. I could also hear low moans and rhythmic creaking coming from all along the lengthy structure. Obviously there were multiple couples in there deep into carnal activities. Standing on the step at the edge of the structure, just outside of the bed where I was sure Sandra was, I was lit up compared to the murky interior. I felt like I was in a spot light for everyone inside to see. Just what she was hoping for I was sure, and not the end of whatever Sandra had planned.

As I began to step forward into the bed, her hand shot out from the darkness onto my hip, palm against me, stopping me. With her other hand, Sandra reached up, caressing my still hard cock through my scrub pants. 

"Mmmm. I just love your hard cock," I heard her say, loud enough that I was sure anyone nearby could hear. She continued to rub me. holding me in place with her other hand, leaving me spot lit in the moonlight.

"But these simply will not do," she said next. And with a quick tug on the drawstring, Sandra loosened my pants and slid them down to my ankles. My cock bobbed free, standing out like a flag pole in front of me for everyone to see. I heard people moving in the gloom of the beds. Were they all staring at me, or was this a show just for the two of us? There was no way to tell. 

"I really love your hard cock," I heard from her again, perhaps even a little bit louder this time. Sandra was rubbing my cock with both hands, running them up and down its full length, caressing my balls. I shivered with pleasure at her touch.

"I love the way it feels in my hands, and I love the way it feels in my mouth," I heard right before she slid her warm, wet lips over my rigid member. 

The sensation was incredible. If I hadn't been holding on the wood frame of the beach bed, I would have lost my balance and fallen backwards into the sand. I moaned my pleasure, and I felt Sandra smile, her mouth still filled with my cock. She bobbed her head up and down on me a few more times, coating me with her warm saliva before saying, "Now get in here." She tugged me by my cock into the darkness and onto the bed.

I fell forward into the welcoming gloom and onto the mattress, which Sandra had covered with the beach towels from the disco. In a flash, she flipped me over me onto my back and tugged my pants off over my ankles. I could tell that she had taken off her sheer top. Her beautiful breasts swayed free, silhouetted in the dark against the moon-lit beach. I could feel the lust radiating off her like animal heat, and sense the presence of multiple other people very close by, but I was so taken in by Sandra's sultriness that I didn't pay any attention to whether they were watching us or not. She straddled over me like she was claiming a prize. 

"I'm going to tend to you and your cock and drive you crazy. Then you're going to lick me until I cum all over your face," Sandra announced, just a tad louder than necessary. She knows that I love it when she's aggressive during sex, and I could feel she was really going to turn it on tonight. It was so erotic; her lust and the audience that I knew was nearby. 

"I'm going to make you cum so hard," I snarled back to her. I felt her smile at me in the darkness as her hands roamed down over my body reaching for my straining cock.

While her hands stroked and fondled me, her lips and teeth found my nipples, licking and biting me in the ways she knew I loved. I moaned letting her know how much I liked it. I've never been one to stay still during our passion, and tonight was no exception. I didn't hold back at all. I didn't care if anyone could see us or not. If they were watching, I wanted them to see how much pleasure she can give me. I arched my back, thrusting my chest against her mouth. 

"Oh god," I moaned. 

Sandra's lips trailed down my stomach while she licked and nipped at my skin. I flung my hands up over my head and spread my legs wide inviting, no begging, for her to take all of me in any way that she wanted. 

"You are so hard," I heard her emote, her mouth was inches from the tip of my cock while she stroked my balls. 

"I love being hard for you," I called back to her. I could feel pre cum beginning to drip out of me. She wrapped her hand around my cock, making me buck, and then began stroking me, using the pre-cum as a lubricant. Sandra's always given me the most incredible hand jobs that bring me to climax quickly. I had to stop her before she made me cum with that first touch. 

"Not yet. Not yet," she murmured. "I have plans for you." She let go of my throbbing cock, but kept stroking my balls. 

I next felt her tongue beginning to explore my bare scrotum. Little teasing licks at first that felt incredible on my hairless skin. Before long, the gentle licks gave way to broad, strong strokes from her tongue that ended with her sucking each of my balls into her mouth, massaging them and coating them with her slippery saliva. I knew that she wasn't going to leave my cock untended to for long; just enough to bring me back from the edge of an orgasm, and I was right. As I drifted down from my peak, I could feel her tongue sliding back up the length of my throbbing shaft. I had a death grip on the mattress with both hands and arched my back thrusting myself up to meet the stroke of her tongue. I was totally under her control, unable to stop myself from writhing in pleasure. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that this was exactly what Sandra wanted; to play me like a fine instrument and demonstrate to everyone watching what a virtuoso she was. I was her show and I was more than happy to play my part.

When Sandra slid my cock once more into her waiting mouth, it was all I could do not to cum right then. I gasped and held my breath as I felt the roof of her mouth slide over my cockhead as her tongue swirled around my shaft. She had one hand was wrapped around the base of my cock and the other cradled my balls as she bobbed her head and jacked me at the same time. Each downward movement of her head drew me deeper and deeper into her mouth. It felt as if she was swallowing me whole. With all my might, I willed myself with all my might not to cum, wanting to make the sensations last forever I spread my legs wider to give her as much access to me as possible; signaling her with my body for her to have her way with me. 

"Mmmm," she growled hungrily. I could tell she was enjoying herself. I felt the faint vibration of her moan radiate up into me through my cock. 

My heart pounded harder. With a last ounce of restraint I brushed the top of her head with my hand, urging her to stop before I came. She took our well rehearsed cue, and with a loud slurp she once more let my cock fall out of her mouth back against my belly with a loud slap, while a stream of saliva ran out of her mouth, and over my balls where she was still rubbing me. 

"So smooth," she said pretending to talk to herself while continuing to rub me. I was panting loudly trying to recover from the orgasmic edge she had led me to. "So smooth everywhere," she said again this time pushing her finger down between my cheeks stroking my anus. "I'm definitely going to take advantage of the smoothness here later," she said wickedly. 

I knew exactly what Sandra meant and my heart skipped a beat in renewed excitement knowing what she had in store for me. But I knew the act she was teasing me with was for us alone and not for this public display. 

As my ragged breathing slowed and the blood pounding in my ear quieted a bit, she raked her fingernails up over my chest and announced emphatically, "My turn!" 

I grabbed a handful of Sandra's flowing blonde hair and tugged her firmly up the bed and over onto her back. 

"No, no. It's my turn," I said grinning. "It's my turn to feel your pussy in my mouth and taste your wonderful juices. I want to feel you dripping off my chin when you cum." 




Do You Trust Me?



This was a performance and I was determined not to be outdone by my lovely mate. I wanted the audience to know how much I loved giving her pleasure, not just how much I liked receiving it. I reached down to run my fingers over her pussy, feeling the radiating heat, as I lowered my mouth to her firm breast. I drew her nipple into my mouth and stroked my hand firmly over her sodden, swollen labia. I was rewarded with Sandra's gasp and felt her body spasm in pleasure against me. I continued my attention to her nipple, alternately sucked and licking it, circling the areola and enjoying the feel of its growing harness against my tongue. 

My hand did not remain idle. I explored first her outer labia with my fingers, stroking, rubbing and gently pulling on them as I felt her get even wetter. I carefully avoided stroking her clit, knowing that the more I stroked and teased her, the more she would squirm and thrust against me. I loved it when she got that way, writhing, on the edge, her lusty passion driving her farther and farther out of conscious control. I held my hand still, letting her thrust against me, I knew desperately trying to force my fingers into her waiting pussy. At last, I left her have what she was frantically seeking, and I slid first one, then two fingers down over her clit and just barely inside her steaming entrance. 

"Shit! That feels sooo good," Sandra moaned, still wildly thrusting her hips hard against my hand fiercely attempting draw me deeper into her. 

"Yes it does," I said and brought my glistening wet fingers to my lips so I could dramatically suck them clean. 

I was enjoying acting as director now. "But I need more. I want more of you!" I declared. 

"Then take me. Take me now!" she replied with desperation. 

I sat back on my knees for a second to gaze down upon her. My cock stood up tall, away from my body, clear evidence for all to see how turned on I was. I reached down to Sandra's ankle and and raked my fingernails over her instep and up the inside of her thigh, marking a trail of heat that ended at the center of her pleasure. As I lowered my head toward her wet, swollen pussy I heard her gasp loudly right before she thrust her pussy up to my face. I buried my tongue as deep into her tight wetness as I could. 

The next few minutes were a whirl of ecstasy for me. I could feel Sandra's swollen pussy lips against my tongue, and taste the juices pouring out of her as she repeatedly ground up against my face. The feel, the smell, and the taste of her passion drove me to mercilessly tongue her, delivering every ounce of pleasure that I could. I was rewarded with her pelvic thrusts and raucous moans. It was an encore performance of the passion she had just finished raining down on me and I was determined to make it an award winning show of my own. 

I pulled my mouth away to catch my breath, but continued stroking her dripping pussy with my hand. 

"You know what I want," Sandra growled. "Give me what I want!" she demanded thrusting her hips into the air toward me. 

"Your wish is my command," I replied, then thrust my finger deep into her tightness, deliberately stroking over her G spot.

"Aaah," Sandra wailed out loudly as I buried my finger into her and pressed my thumb against her clit. I knew that I was in control now, and I had no intention of letting up. I wanted a big climax to this spectacle; one that I knew would come with her explosive orgasm. I traded my thumb on her clit for my tongue and sucked hard simultaneously flicking with the tip of my tongue. I heard a second, louder, guttural groan from her and that urged me on. I was determined to make her cum harder than she ever had. Not only did I want to shower as much ecstasy on her as I could, I wanted everyone watching to see how much I loved giving her pleasure. 

I began firmly stroking my finger in and out of Sandra's pussy and swirling my tongue over her labia and clit. She responded by thrusting even harder against my mouth. I heard the swish of her own hands rubbing over her nipples, a signal that knew meant she was getting closer to orgasm. With my mouth tight against her, I moaned, letting her feel my own pleasure and the same vibrations that she had given to me earlier. Each stroke of my finger into her made her even wetter so that her juices were dripping off my hand despite my furious lapping. I shifted position so that my index finger penetrated more deeply into her pussy while my middle finger rested against the edge of her anus. Her pelvic thrusts caused my finger to rub the outside and gently press against this intimate area, heightening her mounting pleasure. I returned my focus to her clit, massaging it with my tongue, alternating broad firm motions with suction, and pressure. At the same time caressing and probing of her G spot and tickling the outside of her anus. She had never been so wet and so lost in wild abandon. I could feel the beach bed sway beneath us as Sandra wailed out loud her ecstasy, writhing and thrusting her body wildly against me. All I could think of was how happy I was to be the agent of her pleasure and how badly I wanted her to cum.

With another guttural moan and a simultaneous gasp I felt her push even harder against my mouth as every muscle in her body clenched. Her pussy clamped down hard on my finger and I'm sure I felt her clit swell against my tongue. I even felt her rosebud pucker against my other finger. Sandra came ... hard, in waves, rolling one after the other and gloriously lasting long minutes while she spasmed against me and poured her wonderful cum into my mouth. I lapped and sucked wildly, continuing to stroke her G spot and lavish her clit. I could not keep up and I felt her juices drip off my chin. It was incredible. 

Slowly the waves of her orgasm faded to small shudders. I gently lapped at her pussy, trying my best to clean her up, as I softly stroked her swollen lips. 

"Oh my god! Oh my god! That was incredible," Sandra gasped trying to catch her breath. 

I raised my head from her crotch and began sliding up her body. I could feel her warm wetness against my skin . 

"Yes it was," I said laying atop her. 

Her breathing slowly returned to normal and I could tell that her eyes were once more able to focus after her orgasmic high.

"I'm not finished with you yet," Sandra announced as if talking to the unseen audience. 

"Oh really?" I answered back. Before she could say anything else, I rotated my hips and smoothly thrust my now aching and rock hard cock into her slippery pussy. I wasn't quite ready to cede control of the show back to her.

Sandra gasped both with shock and delight. She shuddered hard as I slid unchecked deep into her. I smiled enjoying her obviously unexpected, but momentary loss of dominion. I rocked my hips back almost fully withdrawing my cock from her then thrust forward again, this time a bit harder. We both gasped this time. I levered my upper body up off of her so that my weight was on my hands. In that position I was able to rotate my hips even more and I thrust even deeper into her, pressing my pelvis hard against hers. Sandra closed her eyes and held her breath. I did it again, evoking the same response; a gasp and a hard shudder of bliss. I paused, so that we could both back down away from another climax, especially me. I didn't want to cum quite yet. I wanted this to stretch out so we could both enjoy the feeling of being so deeply connected for as long as possible. There was also a bit of me that was enjoying our show, and I wanted to draw it out a bit longer. 

"Oh god that feels so good having you deep inside me," Sandra said, now back in control of her senses. 

"I love being inside you. The deeper the better," I answered back. 

"Well in that case I know just what to do." Sandra put both of her hands on my chest and began pushing me off of her. "I'm gonna ride you and fuck your brains out," she declared loudly.

I was grinning like crazy as she rolled me across the mattress and over onto my back. I've always loved it when she is on top; her weight pressing down on me as she impales herself on my rigidity. She usually teases me with her pussy, slowly riding up and down my hardness, getting it slick with her juices until she can't stand it anymore and then begins pounding hard on me. It has always felt incredible and I love seeing her go wild, riding me hard until we both cum. That night was no exception, and she began her erotic routine, slowly teasing my cock with her dripping pussy, except... 

"I'm gonna ride you too!" I heard clearly in my right ear from what sounded like inches away. It was Diane vociferously announcing her intentions to have her way with her husband. 

"Me too!" Sheri theatrically chorused in from the other side of our bed, also sounding like she was right next to us. 

Just a few short feet away I saw their naked bodies rise up in the dim light, as they got ready to mount their mates the same way Sandra was doing to me. Any small doubt I might have had whether or not our show was being watched vanished. Not only had we been watched, but studied and now emulated as multiple couples joined in sync with our final, carnal climb to climax. I was sure this was exactly what Sandra had planned. 

Sheri groaned as she sunk down onto her partner's waiting cock, and I could hear the swish of skin rubbing against skin as both she and Diane began to rock back and forth making good on their mutual promise to fuck wildly. It was just Sandra that I felt on top of me and that was all I wanted. But the image of other women riding their men in time with her riding me was unbelievable. It felt like we were all on display and putting on our best show for each other.

Looking down on me from above, grinning, Sandra dramatically guided my aching and hard cock to the entrance of her wet and waiting pussy. Inch my inch she lowered herself onto me, dragging it out even longer than she usually did, so we both enjoyed every second of it. With a flair she threw her head back, arched and moaned loudly over and over again and she lowered herself inexorably onto to me, impaling her tight wetness with my hot, hard member. When she was as far down onto me as she could get, I grunted out equally loudly and thrust up against her, pushing myself even deeper into her. I was rewarded with her resounding gasp that synchronized with mine.

"Oh god!" she exclaimed. I heard similar cries of passion echoed by Sheri and Diane, and several others whom I couldn't see all around us. 

I ran my hands and fingernails up and down Sandra's back as she raised off me and then again lowered herself agonizingly slowly onto my cock. When she sat upright with her weight fully on my pelvis, I could feel my cock very deep in her, pressing against her G spot. She paused once more allowing me too savor her tightness and her my thicknesss. Then she began undulating her hips against me, pulling my cock back and forth over her G spot. I could see her breasts, nipples tensely erect, swaying in time with her motions in the shadowy moonlight filtering through the thatched roof. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, gutteral, lusty sounds emanated from her throat. She was totally lost in the moment of pleasure. It was a sight that will be forever emblazoned in my mind.

"That feels so good," we both moaned in unison, reporting our delight to everyone in earshot. 

I grabbed her butt cheeks hard and pulled her tighter against me. Sandra put her hands flat on my chest and surrendered to the pleasure. Finally, blissfully she let herself go, and began bucking wildly on me. I could tell she were on a mission to indeed fuck my brains out and I was ready and willing to go with her. Again and again she thrust down onto me, and I in turn thrust up into her; meeting each of her assaults on my cock with my own, deep into her pussy.. What had been the sounds of skin brushing gently together turned into the aggressive smack of flesh against flesh, of furious and wild sex. That sound echoed from all around us as our nearby friends accelerated into the same wild abandon as us. 

I let go of any inhibitions at about the same time that Sandra did. Together we moaned, grunted, and yelped out loud our pleasure for any and everyone to hear. I could hear the same coming from Sheri and Diane, and it was as if we were all cheering each other on, encouraging each other to reach a higher and higher plateau of ecstasy. 

"Cum with me! Oh, cum with me!" Sandra called out, her fingernails digging fiercely and wonderfully into my skin. 

That was all it took to push me over the edge. With one hard thrust of my hips up into her, I drove my cock as deep as I could and exploded what felt like a river of hot cum. I heard Sandra gasp and felt her pussy spasm hard around my cock, her legs wrapped tightly around my hips as the crest of her second orgasm flooded over her. We stayed that way for what felt like forever as our climax faded and my cock sent a few more jets of cum deep into her pussy, each one making her shudder. 

When my head began to clear and I became aware of my surroundings, I could see both Diane and Sheri in the dim light finishing their own orgasms. Sandra was staring unabashedly at them, clearly taken in by the beauty of their moments of carnal pleasure. I could hear us all panting when Sandra collapsed onto my chest and I felt a small trickle of our combined cum trickle out of her and over my balls. 

"I think we made a wet spot," Sandra giggled. 

"I think we all did," I heard another voice say. 

"That was incredible," I said, and heard four other voices agree with me. 

I whispered in Sandra's ear: "I can't believe we did that." 

"What?" she said with mock innocence.

"I can't believe that we had sex in front of, no ... with everyone like that. I felt like we were on a stage. You planned all that didn't you?"

"You liked it, didn't you?" Her tone made it sound more like a statement than a question.

Before I could reply, she just smiled, and rested her cheek against my chest. "Do you trust me?" she asked, leaving me wondering what boundary we were going to push past next.



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Do You Trust Me?



Our love life had been a bit stale as of late. Not too surprising--when you've known a girl for eight years and lived with her for four, you're bound to hit a few dry spells now and then.

The night before, as I turned out the lamp on the nightstand and slipped into the sheets, Gretchen told me that she had something planned that would get us out of our doldrums. She refused to tell me what it was, saying only that I'd have to wait until the next evening.

Needless to say, I had a hard time concentrating throughout the next day. Gretchen can be one hell of a tease, and even after eight years she still manages to surprise me. I counted down the hours, waiting for my lover to come home.

After we had dinner, Gretchen told me to go take a shower and clean up while she cleaned up the kitchen. I went back into the bedroom and stripped out of my work clothes, then into the bathroom where I turned on the shower and got in. My body was nearly shaking with anticipation, wondering what Gretchen had planned for me.

When I finished and got out, Gretchen was there waiting for me. She toweled off my body, sensuously but not too slow. With a brush she combed through my hair, leaving it straight and still wet. Finally, she produced an emerald green satin robe and slipped it on me from the back. It was a robe I hadn't seen before, and it was so short that it barely reached mid-thigh.

"Where'd this come from?" I asked.

"It's a gift," was all she said as she reached around my front to tie the sash around my waist. "Do you like it?"

I turned my neck around to look at her. "I love it. It feel so smooth on my skin." 

I moved my mouth towards hers for a kiss, but she pulled her head back, denying me the taste of her luscious lips. I arched my eyebrows questioningly. "Not yet," was all the explanation that she offered. "Go into the bedroom and wait for me."

Gretchen closed the bathroom door behind me as I exited. I heard the shower turn on, but with the door closed I could only imagine her getting cleaned up for me. With nothing to do but wait, I looked around. The bed had been stripped of nearly all the bedding, leaving just the bottom sheet and the two pillows. I also noticed that Gretchen had placed a candle and a pack of matches on the dresser. I picked the candle up and brought it close to my face, inhaling the fragrance: vanilla, one of my favorites. Striking a match, I lit the candle, watching the flame as it began to burn and fill the room with the warm, sweet odor. The window was open and a light breeze lofted through, causing the flame to dance with the wind. 

I was so mesmerized by the tiny fire that I hadn't noticed that Gretchen had finished. In the mirror over the dresser I saw her come out of the bathroom behind me, wearing a robe identical to the one she had given to me a few minutes before. I expected her to approach me, but instead she walked over to the window.

"I see you found the candle," she said as she turned the rod on the blinds. She didn't close them all the way, leaving enough of a gap to let the setting sunlight come partially through, causing the room to be bathed in a warm orangish-yellow glow.

Silently, Gretchen came over and took me by the hand, leading me over next to the bed. We were facing each other, standing so close that our breasts were nearly touching. She had a very serious look on her face and looked straight into my eyes, her deep blue eyes peering to the very bottom of my soul.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

The question hung there for a minute. My first impulse was to blurt out: 'of course I do!', but I could tell that she wanted me to seriously consider her words. Did I trust her? 

"Yes," I replied, that one simple word saying volumes. I would trust my life, my very soul to this woman.

Gretchen nodded her head. "Good," she replied. She reached into the pocket on the front of the robe and pulled out a black fabric blindfold. I wasn't all that surprised, as just the evening before we had read a story involving a blindfold and Gretchen had had a wicked little grin on her face. So I was somewhat expecting this part. What I didn't know was what she had planned after she put the blindfold on me.

She smiled slightly as she lifted the blindfold up over my eyes. I couldn't see a thing; it was pitch black. I could only feel her forearms on the side of my head as she tied the blindfold in place.

Next I felt her hands run over the smooth silk of my robe down to the sash, which she slowly untied. She pulled the robe back off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a pile at my feet.

Completely naked, I now stood before my lover. Gently, she ran her fingers over my body, gently tracing circles around my breasts. "You are so beautiful," she told me, speaking barely above a whisper. "You are so very special to me." She kissed my lips, briefly and only once.

"Lay down on the bed," Gretchen instructed me. With her arms she guided me down on my backside. The cool cotton of the sheet contrasted with the low heat that was beginning to build inside of me. "Lift your arms above your head," Gretchen said, even as she was folding my arms above me herself.

I felt Gretchen get up and move away. "Stay just like that," she said. "Don't move." I heard her walk over to the dresser and open a drawer, then she came back over to me. The next thing I knew I felt a silk scarf being wrapped around my wrists. That surprised me. On rare occasions we'd played around with restraints in the past, but never blindfolded. I started to say something, but then remembered Gretchen's question, hearing it within my head: 'Do you trust me?'

"I trust you," I said aloud. "That's good, my sweet," Gretchen replied, tying the scarf. It wasn't tight, and I could have easily broken free if I'd wanted to. I couldn't see what Gretchen did next, but I soon figured out that she had tied the other end of the scarf to one of the bedposts. There was plenty of slack, but not enough to allow me to bring my arms back down from over my head.

With my hands now secure, Gretchen once again began to run her fingers over my body, as well as placing light kisses across my bare flesh. I was naked and exposed before my lover. She would do with me what she pleased.

Without saying a word, Gretchen ceased her attentions to my body and I heard her walk out of the bedroom. I have no idea how much time passed while I was alone. I could only smell the warm scent of the candle burning, hear the wind rustle the blinds, and feel my naked body against the sheets.

After what seemed like forever, Gretchen returned, setting several things down on the nightstand. She sat down on the bed near my head. I wondered what she had brought in with her. It wasn't long before I found out.

I shuddered involuntarily as I felt a cold ice cube touch against the top of my chest, one of those crescent shaped ice slivers that our ice maker in the freezer creates. Slowly, gently, Gretchen moved the shard of ice up one collarbone and then the other. I leaned my head back as she ran it up my neck, exposing my entire throat to her. She moved it up over my jaw to my lips, inviting me to suck on the frozen water.

After the first shard had melted away in my mouth, Gretchen produced another one. This time she began at my breasts, circling the ice around in a spiral ending at my hard nipple, one breast and then the other. Once that sliver had melted away she used a third, first rubbing it across my abdomen, then down between my legs to my slit. By this time my pussy was rather warm, and my body thrashed as the cool, smooth ice caressed my shaved lips.

"Relax, sweetie," Gretchen said, using her free arms to press my thighs back down flat against the bed. She continued to rub the ice around my crotch, and I shivered hard when she pressed the tip against my clit.

After the ice had melted away, Gretchen brought something else up to my lips: a strawberry, dipped in cool whip. I bit into the sweet fruit held in her fingertips, savoring the sweet flavor in my mouth. The she brought another strawberry to my mouth, but this time dipped in chocolate syrup. She alternated between berries dipped in cool whip and in chocolate, sometimes letting the syrup drip onto my face, shoulders or breasts, which she then would lick clean. When she came down to the last berry, she climbed up on top of me, straddling my stomach. Then, holding the berry in her teeth, she leaned over me, offering the berry to my mouth. We both bit into it at the same time, then she kissed me, a sweet strawberry kiss from my lover.

For several minutes we kissed with Gretchen on top of me, only her smooth robe separating our bodies. Instinctively I tried to move my arms down to wrap around her, but the scarf stopped me from doing so. I was still at my lover's mercy. I could not see her or touch her myself, I could only feel her body and her lips pressing against my own.

When finally she got up off of me, I wanted to reach my arms out, grab her and force her to stay, but of course I couldn't. I struggled to hear what she might be up to next, but all I could tell was that she hadn't left the room.

Finally Gretchen came back over to me, leaning her mouth down to whisper in my ear. I could tell from her nipples pressing into my arm that she had discarded her robe. "Are you ready for a surprise?" she asked me. I nodded my head 'yes', though I couldn't imagine what she had in store next.

Gretchen moved down to the foot of the bed. She grabbed my legs by the knees and lifted them up and back, completely exposing my wet pussy. I expected her to lean down and lick me, but instead I felt something rub against my slit. For a brief second I though it was a dildo, but then I realized that couldn't be, as she was still holding my legs back with both of her hands. As it began to press into me, I realized that my lover was wearing a strap-on, and she intended to fuck me with it!

In the eight years we'd been having sex, we'd never used a strap-on before. In fact we rarely used toys at all, only on those occasions when we were both in the proper mood. But here she was, thrusting slowly inside of me. "Oh Gaawwwdd!" I moaned as she began to slowly fuck me. She let go of my legs and I wrapped them around her hips. My thrusts matched hers as we banged our pelvises together.

Gretchen reached her hands to my face and moved the blindfold up from my eyes onto my forehead. "I want you to see how beautiful we look," she told me. I gasped at the beauty of the sight, my golden-tressed lover thrusting her faux-cock between my thighs. She sat back up straight, her large breasts bouncing as she pounded inside of me.

"Do you like me fucking you?" she asked me in a husky voice. "Do you like me fucking your pussy?"

"Ohhhh Yes Baby Yes!" I cried out. My entire body tensed as I finally came, my legs squeezing around her and then going limp.

"Oh baby, you look so beautiful being fucked like that," Gretchen told me as she pulled back out of me. She replaced the flesh-colored shaft with two of her fingers, pushing them up inside of me. "Oh, you're sooo wet," she said, removing her fingers and then licking my juices off.

Gretchen grabbed me around my thighs. "Roll over," she told me, as her arms helped me to twist over on my belly. She pushed my knees up under my hips, causing my ass to rise up into the air. I tried to twist my head to look at her, but with my arms still above my head I couldn't twist my shoulders enough. I could only feel as she once again guided the strap-on into me, this time taking me from behind. I cried and moaned with pleasure as she fucked me through two more orgasms.

I was totally exhausted, my body covered in sweat when Gretchen finally finished with me. She rolled me back over onto my back, and I watched as she took off the new toy that had given me so much pleasure. I noticed that the harness had an attachment that had been up inside her own pussy, meaning that she too had been pleasured while she had fucked me.

I opened my mouth to speak, but found that I couldn't--I didn't have the strength. Gretchen took a pair of scissors and cut through the length of scarf that had been attaching my hands to the bed. She then untied my hand and took me into her arms, cradling me, kissing me, and wiping away the hairs that were sticking to the sweat on my brow. I felt safe in her arms. 'Do you trust me?' she had asked. Yes, I would always trust her, my lover and my best friend. "Close your eyes, my sweet," she told me, rocking me gently in her arms until I fell asleep.

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The Fine Print: This story is copyright 1999 Kelly Adams. 



Do You Trust Me?



Helen and I had been friends for about two years. We met at work where we both worked swing shifts at the local hospital while trying to get through school during the day. She worked as a clerk on one of the nursing units and I did some light maintenance which gave me the freedom to move around the hospital and converse with all the lovely ladies. (A note to all you single guys out there trying to score. Get yourself a job at a hospital. You will find that the place is about 75% women and most of them have this over whelming need to make you feel better.)

When your in college it seems like you move every semester. I ended up taking an apartment across the street from Helen’s building. We would see each other often, coming and going from work, school, and home. We didn’t ever have a relationship in th two years of our friendship. Our love lives were not on the same cycle. It seemed whenever one of us was free, the other was dating someone. So we just ended up going out for some drinks with a group after work or hanging out together, sometimes talking for hours. 

Did I say that this young lady is incredibly sexy? I would often find my self dreaming about her clean, fresh, shoulder length auburn hair, Mediterranean complexion with piercing green eyes and a carefree smile. Her petite body at about 5'4", sleek with a shapely ass, supporting a firm pair of C-cup breasts. She would invade my sleep, the warmth of her tender shape, the tickle of her hair across my chest as I held her in my dreams. As I would emerge from deep sleep into the twilight, not asleep but not awake, I would start to stroke myself while thinking of her until my body would spasm and my cock would cum.

A warm spring breeze blew across the town that night. I had just arrived home from an evening class as the sun was in the final stages of setting. I had the night off and was preparing to sit on the stoop outside my apartment front door and enjoy a beverage and the last of the crimson sky when I noticed a light go on in Helen’s apartment. Not looking forward to spending a Friday night alone after leaving a four-month relationship I grabbed a cold bottle of wine from the fridge and a joint and headed over to Helen’s apartment.

When she opened the door, I was greeted with that carefree smile as she let me in. I produced the wine and the joint and asked her if she wanted to hang out this evening. She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail, wearing a yellow tank top that almost reached the top of her cutoffs.

“I rented a movie” she replied. I was just going to hang out anyway. Why don’t you join me?

We poured some wine, settled onto the couch, put the movie in the VCR and proceeded to light up. The movie was terrible. It suffered from bad plot, bad writing, and bad acting other wise it was pretty good. If it wasn’t for the fact that we both had a little buzz going it would have been completely intolerable.

About a half hour into the movie I got up took both our glasses into the kitchen to get some more wine. Standing behind the couch I handed Helen her glass and put mine down on the end table. I stood there for a minute looking down at the warm skin of her shoulders, down past her cleavage and at the cotton shirt that covered her breasts continuing down her smooth legs. Then without thinking, like an irresistible force, I started to rub her shoulders. This was the most physical contact that Helen and I have had. Yet it felt so natural to kneed the muscles of her neck and shoulders. Helen must have thought so too. She did not act surprised in any way as I touched her. Within seconds I could feel her start to relax as the tension flowed from her body by way of my finger tips.

“That feels good”

“ I’m enjoying this myself” 

Then like the same irresistible force was guiding me, I asked her “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do. What do you mean?”

“Maybe I could give you a massage instead of a neck rub”

The wine and the joint were having an effect on both of us. Being friends for so long, we had both put up barriers so not to destroy the comfort level that we had established over the years. The relaxed atmosphere help dissolve any awkwardness and every thing felt so natural.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Go into the other room and get undressed. Put on a bathrobe or something while set the mood out here”

With that Helen got up from the sofa and walked toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”

I laid out some blankets and pillows on the floor that I found in the hall closet. I lit a couple of candles and turned off the television and remaining light in the kitchen.

When Helen emerged from the bathroom, she had been transformed from a sexy young lady in a ravishing, erotic beauty. Her shoulders were draped in a white silk bathrobe that hung to her knees. A sash tied around her waist pulled the silk tight across her breasts with her nipples interrupting the smooth curve of the material. Her hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders. 

I walked toward her and held her hand catching a trace of a floral perfume that penetrated to the core of my senses I could feel my heart beat harder as I inhaled. I lead her to the place I prepared on the floor, having she lay face down on the blankets and removed the sash from her waist. I then helped back her arms out of her sleeves and left the robe in place draped over her back and legs.

“Do you trust me?” I asked again.

“Completely”

With that assurance I took the discarded sash and covered her eyes tying gently behind her head.

“This will make it more intense” I told her.

Then I stood and removed my shirt, pants and shorts so that I was now completely naked my cock hard and pulsing with my heart beat. Her eyes were covered so she could not see, but could sense my nakedness. I knelt beside her and slowly pulled the robe down to the small of her back exposing her skin to the flickering candle light. I started to massage her shoulders and back letting my fingers alternate between firm relaxing stokes and light electrifying touch. Running my hands down her back, just to the outside of her spine, then outward and up the side just barely letting them brush the tender sides of her breasts. I continued this motion letting the tension fade while letting the erotic energy build. I finished off the back rub by gently kissing the base of her neck then under each shoulder blade. As I leaned over and kissed the small of her back her body quaked with a mild tremor was she passed into the next level of relaxation.

After replacing the robe to cover her back I moved onto her feet. This time applying strong penetrating pressure to the ball and instep. I kissed each instep before moving up to the backs of her legs. Kneeling at her feet I started moving my hands up to the backs of her calves moving higher and higher while pushing her ankles outward so I could slide up a little to work on the back of her thighs. 

I worked my palms over the back of her calves leaving my thumbs on the inside of the muscle to apply a little squeeze. My hands kept working higher, moving up under the robe that was covering her legs and ass. As I worked higher the robe moved up with my hand, slowly revealing her thighs and ass. As I worked higher, I slowly parted her legs more so I could slide forward and work even higher. As her leg spread and the robe moved up I could start to make out the treasures she held between her legs. Continuing to work my palms over legs her breathing got deeper the higher I moved, my thumbs came closer and closer to perineum, and the scent of perfume was starting to give way to the sent of excitement. Each stroke got closer and closer until my thumbs started to caress that soft spot between her thigh and vulva on my way to massage her ass. I massaged her ass with firm strokes that pulled the globes apart letting her whole perineum feel the air. I finished massaging her legs by kissing the spot where her thighs meet her ass and soft spots on the back of her legs and she responded with that same mild tremors shook through her body before. I returned the robe to its original position and held it in place while Helen rolled onto her back 

I moved up so I was kneeling at the top of her head and started to gently stroke her face with my finger tips. I ran my fingers over her forehead across her cheeks and over her lips then kissing them. My hard cock was just inches from her face as I let my fingers glide down her throat and arms, then lifted her hands to kiss her finger tips. My hands continued down the center of her chest, pushing the robe out of the way exposing her breasts. Her nipples were hard and pink about the size of quarters and aching to be touched. I stroked my hand in circles, her breathing getting deeper the closer I got to her nipples, down the center and up the sides then finally across the top letting my fingers caress her nipples. After a few strokes over each breast I leaned over and gently kisssed each nipple.

I threw the robe aside and laid down next to her and hugged her. Her breast pressed against my chest and my cock against her belly. I removed the blindfold and we stared into each others eyes before we locked into a long deep kiss.

Then in a soft voice Helen said, “If you don’t make me cum right now I’m going to explode.”

Not wanting to deny a woman in desperate need of an orgasm. I kissed my way down to that magical area between her legs. She was clean shaven, with only a wisp on her mons. Lips were full and parting, clit clearly viable under her retracted hood. I placed her butt on a pillow and placed her legs over my shoulder as I moved my mouth toward its goal. I placed my tongue on the small patch of flesh between her vagina and bum, then moved it upward over her vaginal opening, between her labia and over her clit. As my tongue parted her labia, her juices started to flow out of her. When I reached her clit her back arched, and she let out a deep moan and held my head so my mouth was on her clit. Helen obviously didn’t want my mouth straying from her clit so I just let my tongue swirl over it with some gentle sucking while inserting two fingers into her vagina to massage her G-spot. It didn’t take long for the fist waves of her orgasm to crest. Her back arched again while her thighs squeezed my ears and pressed down on my fingers inside her as the moaning continued. She would relax for a few seconds, then another wave would crest. Six seven times this would repeat until she fell limp. She summoned me back up and greeted me with a ravenous kiss. 

“I want you to cum inside me.” She said, as she held my cock at the entrance to her vagina. 

I slowly slid into her feeling the silky warm wet tightness of her vagina from the tip to the base of my cock. The excitement was almost too much to handle as I felt my cock start to twitch just from the initial entry. I had to stop and squeeze my PC muscles to keep my self from cumming right then and there. Afer a few moments I was able to regain my composure and we started to rock together. It didn’t take long before I felt her muscles start to tense and her vaginal muscles clamp down on my cock. With that, cum came firing out of my dick as the wave of the orgasm shot up my spine and out the top of my head. 

We both slept there on the floor. I awoke slightly, into twilight sleep and felt her warm body next to mine with the tickle of her hair on my chest. I felt a familiar stroking of my cock and then realized I had both my arms wrapped around Helen. We made love twice more that night and hundreds of times over the next weeks and months, until that day we both graduated and went our separate ways to seek our fame and fortune. Over time we lot touch. If your out there somewhere Helen, give me a call.



Do You Trust Me?



Joel came home from work, tired, grumpy & not really wanting to see anyone, at least until he had had a chance to relax. Just as he was sitting down with his remote & beer, the phone rang. He looked at the phone with mild irritation but answered it anyway. He closed his eyes & muttered a barely civil hello & heard his best friend, Andrea on the line. His irritation lifted slightly upon hearing her soothing voice. She always sounded like she was grinning, on the verge of laughing. She asked all the usual 'starting off a conversation' things like how was his day, how was the drive home etc... As they talked, his irritation slowly went away, being replaced by a relaxed feeling that only Andrea could make him feel. 

Andrea suggested that they get together that night. At first, Joel didn't really want to. All he really wanted to do was stay home alone & watch TV & veg. They kept talking & finally, she convinced him to agree. She sounded like she had something up her sleeve & Joel was curious to see what she was up to. Joel agreed for her to come over in about an hour. After they had said good bye, he jumped in the shower & ate a little something to tide him over. 

About an hour later, Andrea showed up, right on time. As usual, she had her huge bag with her that she seemed to carry everywhere. Her blonde hair was caught up in a tight bun & she was wearing her customary loose sweats & flannel over her shapely body. She grinned mischievously at Joel when he opened the door to let her in. They hugged & she set the bag down with a *thud* & dropped into the nearest chair, still grinning. Joel commented mildly that she looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. He offered her a beer & they sat for a while, drinking & talking. As the time passed, the subject got around to sex. Both of them a little more than slightly drunk, started touching & feeling each other. 

It was obvious that Joel was quite excited, the bulge in his shorts growing as he groped Andrea's full breasts. Previous to this, they had always been the best of friends, even sleeping together a few times when they both were lonely & without partners. Andrea kissed him gently & whispered to him in the sweetest voice he had ever heard... do you trust me? He kissed her back just as gently & nodded. Pulling back from her, he asked her what she had in mind. Giving him a sly look & massaging the growing bulge in his pants, she asked him if he would let her tie him to the bed.

Joel's eyes grew wide & he paused in unbuttoning her flannel in the effort to get at her nipples. More than a little stunned, he asked her where she got an idea like that from. Smirking, she finished unbuttoning her shirt & pressed his hand to her breast & continued massaging his erection. In her smooth, soothing voice, she told him that she had chatted with a few people that were into that & made it sound really hot. She told Joel to imagine himself helpless to her, totally in her control. Stuttering a little, he asked her what she would do to him. Stroking his cheek, still massaging his dick through his shorts, she told him only what he would want her to do, nothing more, nothing less, that his desires would be the ultimate goal.

He thought about what she had said as he played with her nipple, stroking it to hardness. Andrea had a way of making him curious about things, making him want to do things that he didn't ordinarily do. While he was thinking & stroking her breast, she told him all the things that she would do to him, how she would touch him, how she would kiss him. The more she talked, the more intrigued he became. Again, she asked him if he trusted her. He considered what she had told him, still thoughtfully toying with her breast. She made it sound so damned hot & with her hand on his crotch, rubbing so deliciously, he was leaning more & more towards what she was suggesting. He did trust her with a great deal. Most of his beer buzz was gone now but it was replaced by a growing horniness & curiosity about being tied up. 

She continued to tell him, to reassure him that everything would be done for him, to make him feel good. She opened her shirt more, exposing both breasts, bringing his other hand up to cup her free breast. Looking into his eyes, she told him that if, at any time he wanted her to stop that she would, in a heartbeat. His eyes came up to hers & he finally spoke. Stuttering, his voice a little thick, he admitted that he was turned on at the idea of being helpless to her & that he did trust her. Kissing her, he told her with ultimate seriousness that he trusted her. Andrea kissed him back & told him that he wouldn't regret it.

Taking his hand in hers, she grabbed up her bag & led him to his bedroom. Joel's expression was an odd mix of excitement, a touch of fear & a burning curiosity. Once there, Andrea turned to him, kissed him gently & tugged at his clothes, urging him to undress. Without making a sound, Joel undressed slowly, his mind working. Andrea helped him, gently lifting his shirt over his head & helping to pull his shorts down around his ankles. His briefs followed, freeing his rock hard dick from its cloth prison. Andrea knelt before him, bringing his dick to eye level. She kissed the head gently, cupping his balls as she did. Joel groaned as her warm lips caressed his most sensitive spot. Already, a perl of precum emerged from the tip of his cock & Andrea carefully licked it off. 

She stood up & kissed him on the lips briefly before asking him to lay down in the center of the bed. Silently, he crawled onto the huge queen sized bed & lay in the center, just as she asked him to. Andrea went to her bag & took out 4 lengths of soft rope attached to fur-lined leather cuffs. Joel eyed these with mixed feelings. Seeing his hesitation, she explained that these were very comfy & wouldn't hurt at all. Blushing, she admitted that she had used them on herself a couple of times in the past. Joel seemed to relax a little & she asked him if he wanted his arms above his head or out to his sides. Thinking for a moment, he put his arms above his head. His eyes met hers, now full of trust for his best friend. This wasn't lost on Andrea as she bound his wrists, one each in the cuffs & secured them quickly to the headboard. She made sure that he had room to move around but was still tied.

She kissed him tenderly on the lips before moving down to his feet. Cuffing each ankle, she secured his legs apart to the posts of the footboard of the bed, kissing each foot carefully as she went. This done, she stripped off her clothes slowly, almost doing a strip tease for Joel, down to her tiny G string. Joel watched his attention riveted on her every move, his dick waving as he got harder. Reaching behind her, she undid her bun & shook out her hair, letting it fall in cascading waves. Andrea looked every part the aggressive seductress that she was at that moment. Starting at his feet, she caressed, kissed & licked him, every available inch, past his dick on up to his face. Joel lay still, unmoving as she did this, concentrating on every feeling that she gave him. When she got to his face, she whispered to him, asking if he was okay. She let her barely covered pussy brush his dick as she asked that. 

Joel nodded & even managed a grin. He was starting to relax into this now. He managed to tell her that he liked what she was doing so far. She giggled & told him that the best was yet to come. Again, she asked him if he trusted her. He nodded. Getting off of him briefly, she went to her bag & pulled out a black blindfold. Showing it to him, she asked if he was okay with this. Joel licked his lips nervously but said that he would allow her to blindfold him. She straddled him, pressing her barely covered pussy against him. He lifted his head willingly so she could slip the cover over his eyes. Leaning down to secure it behind his head, her nipples brushing his chest. She kissed him gently & licked the tip of his nose playfully. He managed a giggle at this, sensing that she was getting into this more now that he was effectively helpless to her. 

Andrea slid down his body, letting the whole length of hers press & rub his dick on her way down. Her hair, loose now, tickled & caressed him in a way that he had never felt before, so strangely erotic to him now that he couldn't see it. Now with her face near to his dick, she blew warm breath against the head, watching his muscles contract, making it move. She reached out, touching the shaft gently, letting her fingers graze his skin ever so lightly. His soft groan came to her ears as she continued to let her fingertips trace up & down the swollen shaft, going up to the head & back down to his tight balls. Her attention was focused on his reactions to her touch. Under her light stroke, she felt his dick stiffen further. She changed tactics, letting her fingernails graze the sides as she let her tongue flick the sensitive underside. 

Joel shifted slightly, his breathing shallow as his mind & body centered on Andrea's light but relentless caresses. She gently asked him if he was okay & Joel, already in a sexual trance, could only nod & utter a breathless 'uh huh'. She lay with her head pillowed on his thigh, watching his dick closely as she played with it. She paused in her play to take off her G string. Joel asked her what she was doing & she giggled, saying that she wanted to be more comfy. She lay back down, wrapping her legs around one of his, pressing her moist pussy against his leg. He gasped feeling her wetness & immediately started moving his leg, rubbing it against her tender parts. 

Andrea smiled at this, vowing to herself silently that she would 'allow' him the chance to get her back for the delicious teasing that she was giving him now. She grasped his shaft & leaned forward, tonguing the head of his dick. His sudden inhalation pleased her greatly & she continued for a few moments, using the tip of her tongue to trace around the glans. Her hand stroked his shaft gently, just tight enough for him to feel it. Precum started emerging from his dick & she closed her lips around the head, tenderly sucking it up. Joel groaned & stiffened slightly, his hips jutting a little. Kissing his dick head, she asked him, letting her lips move against it if he liked that. In response, he contracted his muscles, making his dick move & he breathed out 'uh huh' to her. 

His reactions were really turning her on. The idea of teasing him sexually, even for a limited time, (this time), was incredibly exciting for her. She loved the idea of exciting him while bound & wanted to make it the best experience possible for him. She pressed her pussy against his leg, tightening her legs around his. He pressed back, wanting, in the only way he could, to give her pleasure. Now licking all up & down his shaft & caressing his balls, Joel moaned out loud, writhing slightly at the duel stimulation. In between licks, she talked to him, telling him how good his dick tasted to her, how she loved feeling it & playing with it. For the first time, he tried his bonds, trying to pull his hands down. He groaned at the realization that he was helpless.

Andrea wetly kissed the base of his dick, then licking his hairy balls. Eagerly, she took one ball into her mouth & with great care, she sucked on it. Joel grunted & spread his thighs apart a little more, tugging at his restraints again. He wanted so badly just to touch her, to grasp her hair & urge her on with his touch. It was maddening that he couldn't. She went to the other ball, just as carefully taking it into her mouth & gently sucking on it. Her hands caressed his thighs as she did this. His dick rested against her hair all the while. It tickled the underside maddeningly. All he wanted to do was to grab her & thrust his aching dick inside her & unload his aching balls of their cum. The more she sucked on them, the more, her hair teased his dick, the more he wanted to move & try to orgasm. 

Andrea released his ball from her mouth, giving it one final suck before letting it go. In a husky voice, she asked Joel if he was okay. She had heard him grunting & whimpering while she had been paying attention to his testicles. Now panting & sweating, Joel said that he wanted to cum now, more than anything in his life... he wanted to cum right then. Andrea slid up his body to straddle his torso. Leaning down, she kissed his lips tenderly, letting her tongue taste him. He kissed her back hungrily, opening his mouth to her, sucking her tongue eagerly. He felt her wet pussy on his tummy, so close to his dick. She told him that she wanted to take him further, make him feel better than he felt right now. Kissing him all over his face, nibbling his neck, she whispered to him that she wanted more than anything to give him the best climax of his life. 

Joel moved his body, rubbing his tummy against her pussy as he took in what she told him. This was a little more extreme than he had wanted to take it but hearing her say that she wanted to give him the best climax of his life got him to reconsider. As it stood, he was excited enough to bust if he didn't cum right then. His dick ached with his need for release. Without waiting for his answer, Andrea slid down his body, making delicious contact with his dick all the way down as her mouth wetly kissed whatever it met on the way down. Joel groaned & shifted under her, wishing more than anything that her mouth or pussy would slide onto his prick & get him off. 

Once her face was again near his dick, she resumed kissing & licking it slowly. Once it was covered with her saliva, she gripped the shaft gently & let her mouth cover the head as she stroked him ever so slowly. Joel's hands gripped the covers, his stomach muscles contracting as she brought him closer & closer to orgasm with her gentle teasing. Her lips closed around his dick head gently, sucking while her tongue teased the sensitive glans. She could feel him swelling inside her mouth & stopped sucking & stroking him. He was in ecstatic agony, mere seconds from cumming & she stopped!!! He cried out his frustration in a near animal groan. Andrea smiled sweetly, knowing that she was near to her goal. 

Leaving the bed, she went into the bathroom & got some cool tap water in a glass for him to drink. Feeding it to him in small amounts, she told him that he was doing very well. She stroked his hair gently as she fed him the water, which he drank gratefully. Joel, in his heightened excitement, could smell Andrea's sex close to him. This was nearly unbearable to him. Even with the water that she was giving him, he would have rather slaked his thirst with her juices than this plain water. She pressed her tummy against his arm as she leaned down, her breasts touching him lightly. He whispered that he had had enough water. Andrea put the glass on the night stand & climbed back on the bed to straddle him again. Her breasts dangled in his face, brushing his lips. He opened his mouth eagerly to take them. 

While he busied himself with sucking on her nipples, she told him how horny she was & how badly she wanted to feel his dick inside her. This spurred him to suck harder, lashing his tongue against their tips. Andrea wet her lips, feeling the rush of sensations that he was giving her. He went from one nipple to the other, turning his head & feeling with his mouth for them like a blind puppy. He longed to feel the soft flesh of her breasts in his hands as he teased her sensitive buds. Andrea let her bare pussy brush against his raging erection, playing her wetness against his dick head. 

Joel groaned, muffled by Andrea's flesh in his mouth. He could feel how hot & wet she was & this just made his bondage all the more frustrating. He longed for nothing more than to grab her & slide into her hot sex & pound himself into her like a tent stake. He pulled at his bonds, groaning in frustration. She whispered to him, asking if he wanted to taste her. Nodding with her nipple still in his mouth was all he could do. She pulled away & kissed him firmly & then turned around, her pussy only a breath from his face. He inhaled deeply, relishing her hot scent. He lifted his head to taste her, his tongue flicking out, testing. He found her clit & settled to suckle on it, wrapping his lips around it & lashing the tiny nub with his tongue. Again, he wished fervently that his hands were free to touch her most secret place, to slip his fingers inside her, to grip her thighs tight & draw her to him. His mind was filled with one thing... animal lust in its purest form. His body & mind were so filled with the intoxicating feelings of sexual excitement, wanting nothing more than to fulfill the aching need that was so incredibly undeniable. 

His dick throbbed in time with his heartbeat as he ravished her pussy, now sucking & nibbling on her clit, making her the one to moan now. Her hands were all over is dick, stroking & caressing in response to his eager pussy eating. He could hear her telling him how great that felt; how she loved the way he sucked on her clit. She pressed her sex against his face, urging him on. Her thighs gripped his sides as he went all out, sucking on her clit as hard as he could, suddenly plunging her into orgasm. Her hips bucked against his face, her body shaking as her orgasm overtook her. He eased back; tonguing her inner lips for a few moments then went back to sucking her nub as hard as he could. He could feel her muscular contractions as she came over & over, her body writhing. Her hands working spastically on his dick while he worked his tongue on her for all he was worth. Her moans were music to his ears. 

Andrea hadn't planned on letting herself this soon. She had wanted to wait until he was unbound before allowing herself this pleasure. Much to her surprise, Joel's sexual hunger took over despite his bondage. Her intent in letting him eat her was only to excite him more & make his teasing more intense. His sucking mouth only served to inflame her more, make her ache to be filled. She arched her back, pressing against his mouth, giving more of herself to him. He brought her to the brink of orgasm, sensing even through his own lust that she was close & backed off. Grinning against his pubic hair, she sensed his game. He was teasing her right back!! He knew from past experience that one orgasm just got her going all the more & that once he got her started that she was insatiable. 

Andrea played back, stroking him hard, sucking on his dick, playing with his balls, teasing him for all she was worth. Joel paused in his clit play, gasping at the sudden sensations on his dick & balls. His hips jutted as he felt her mouth slide over his dick, suckling it tenderly. An animal whimper escaped his throat at that, his need to cum back upon him with a vengeance. With a monumental effort, he renewed his clit licking efforts, not sucking as he had been but slyly licking all around it, circling around it in a teasing way. Andrea gasped at the change in sensation, not wanting to pull away but wanting to concentrate on Joel's pleasure, not his pleasuring. With a huge effort, she pulled her throbbing pussy from his mouth, turning to straddle him once more, her aching sex near to his throbbing dick. Breathlessly, she kissed him, stroking his hair. He kissed her back, parting her lips with his tongue. They kissed passionately, Andrea pressing close to him. 

She told him that she wasn't quite done yet. Taking the blindfold from his eyes, she kissed him again & said that for the moment, he was her toy & she was going to play with him. The look of mischief was back in her eyes. Joel, dismayed, pleaded with her to please let him cum. Once again, she slid down his body, this time, letting him see her do it. As her drenched pussy dragged across his dick. Joel groaned, shifting his hips. For a moment, she sat up, her pussy firmly against his rock hard dick. He watched, spellbound as she rocked on it, her hips moving sinuously against his hardness. All he could do was shift his hips under her weight, sweating heavily, his body now throbbing. Panting heavily, he whimpered as he felt her silken heat teasing him so sweetly.




Do You Trust Me?



She continued her journey down his body, her face once again near his dick. Joel's attention riveted on Andrea. He watched as she took his rod in her hand. His cock was now an angry red, his head swollen & nearly purple in color. His balls were tight & swollen too; filled with cum. Andrea knew that he was nearly at his limit. Not wanting to be cruel but wanting him to reach the heights of passion, she slowly licked his dick, letting him see everything that she was doing. From his head down to the base of his shaft, she licked him slowly & methodically. Joel could do nothing but watch her do this, licking his lips & groaning. Andrea watched his expression closely, both to monitor how he was doing & to just enjoy the look of pure need in his eyes. She started licking his head, swirling her tongue around it while her best friend watched helplessly. He started groaning & grunting, his hips working. Through gritted teeth, he begged Andrea to make him cum. She pretended to ignore him & continued to lick his dick head, feeling his rod swell even more under her gentle attentions. 

By now, Joel was starting to panic a little, pulling hard against his restraints, writhing in an ecstasy of sexual frustration as Andrea calmly continued to tease his sex with her mouth. He tried in vain to thrust into her mouth, her hand firmly gripping the base of his dick, only allowing him small movements. She knew that he wasn't far from exploding if she wasn't careful. Sitting up, she grinned at Joel, licking her lips suggestively. He glared at her, now demanding that she make him cum. Softly, she told him that he would, soon. In the same soft voice, she asked him if he ached for her, if he lusted after her. She leaned forward, letting his swollen sex nestle in her ample cleavage. Joel whimpered & helplessly thrust against her, trying to get off. She asked him again if he ached for her. He threw his head back, groaning loudly as she pushed her breasts together, pressing them around his manhood. Her saliva lubed his dick, helping it slide into the cleft between her breasts. 

Joel groaned but stayed silent, his dick thrusting up between her breasts. Andrea let her tongue swipe at his swollen head each time he thrust up. She pulled away suddenly, leaving him to thrust his hips helplessly in the empty air. Again, she asked him if he was aching for her. She lowered her mouth to his cock & wrapped her lips around the head, sucking hard for a moment & then released it. 

Now, Joel was panting, barely able to speak as he uttered one word... 'please'. 

Andrea smiled & asked him 'please what?' 

Joel breathlessly whispered, 'please make me cum...' 

Andrea grinned & told him that that wasn't good enough. Moving away from him slightly, she gently caressed his balls, tugging on them lightly while her tongue continued to lash his head. Joel's head went back, the cords standing out on his neck, the sensations overwhelming him. His hips worked fruitlessly, her mouth just out of reach to him. He cried out in frustration, pulling frantically against his bonds. She stopped & told him that she wanted to hear it again. His dick, now deep red & the head purple with his intense need for release. Joel lay there, still fighting against his bonds, the sensations filling his body even though she had stopped. He looked at her, his eyes wide & desperate as he cried out that he wanted her to make him cum.... PLEASE!!!!! 

Andrea smiled & told him that she would make that happen. Without another word, she leaned down, letting her lips circle his swollen dick head. She took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first, her hand gripping his shaft. As she leaned down, her hair tickled his thighs, adding to the feelings that she was giving him. Joel's hips worked, moving his cock in her hand as she sucked the head a little harder every moment. His groans were constant now as she worked his shaft in her grip. She moved her hand down & took his full length into her mouth, her head bobbing fast. Joel thrust his hips wildly, his orgasm past the point of no return. With one final hard thrust, his body stiffened & he screamed as his cum filled her mouth. Andrea never stopped sucking, taking all the cum that he had to offer. As he came, his body spasmed, twitching with each ejaculation. When his body finally stopped moving, Andrea carefully licked his dick clean. 

She let him lay still for a few moments then got up & released the cuffs, massaging his wrists & ankles in turn. He was still panting heavily, covered with sweat, laying there limply, letting Andrea release him from his bonds. She left him there for a few moments, going to the bathroom to get a cool wash cloth to wipe him down with. Coming back to him, she carefully wiped his face, chest & then carefully washing his cock. Joel watched her do all this, his expression mysterious. For the moment, neither spoke. When she was done, she lay next to him, holding him close. He held her too, pulling her close to him. She asked him if he was okay as she stroked his hair gently. He rolled onto his side & kissed her gently. In a hoarse voice, he told her that that had been the most intense orgasm he had ever had. Then, he added that he wanted to know if he would get a chance to get her back for that. Andrea grinned & told him playfully that he would have his chance at some later date.

Andrea kissed Joel tenderly & they held each other for a while, just touching here & there. Even as worn out as he was, his dick managed to gain respectable size with her innocent touches. She felt it growing against her leg & commented mildly that he was one horny guy. He slid his hand between her legs & told her that he wanted to show her just how horny he really was. Rolling her onto her back, he lay between her legs, kissing her thighs & fingering her wetness. Caught by surprise, Andrea could only lay there & enjoy the feeling of what he was doing to her. Easily finding her clit, he gently circled it with his index finger while his mouth kissed her inner thighs wetly. Her sex was wet with her juices, her inner lips & clit swollen & glistening. 

She opened her legs wider, her hands twining in Joel's dark hair, urging him on. He parted her outer lips wider & began slowly licking her from her pussy hole to her clit, flicking her clit gently at the end of each lick. Each lap of his tongue sent a fresh shot of pleasure through her. He changed tactics, licking slowly & settling his mouth on her sensitive nub gently sucking for a few moments, and then licking again. The anticipation of each lick & suck drove her wild. Soon, her hips fell into his rhythm, meeting his sucking lips at the end of each lick with a tiny push. He started going faster & faster, using his whole mouth on her, ending up latching onto her clit, sucking hard, his tongue lashing the tip relentlessly. Andrea's climax washed over her suddenly & completely, her body arching, pushing her spasming sex against his mouth. Moaning loudly, she gripped Joel's hair, pulling him to her as she came hard. 

He continued sucking on her until she relaxed, kissing all around her cleft. Getting to his knees & stroking his hardness, he smiled at her, enjoying the look of flushed bliss on her face. She glanced at his hand stroking & then at his face. She nodded & reached for him. He grabbed her hips, pulling her to him. Taking his dick, he let the head play against her inner lips, her moisture readying him. Seeking her aching pussy, he slid into her like a hot knife to butter. Gripping her hips, he rammed into her like he hadn't cum in ages. Andrea's legs wrapped around his hips, planting her heels on his ass, urging him to thrust harder & harder. He leaned forward, his mouth ravaging her breasts, mouthing them almost frantically as he pounded into her. 

Suddenly changing his mind, he urged her onto her tummy & then to her knees. She knew what he wanted & obliged him eagerly. She knelt, facing away from him & leaned forward, her ass presented to him. For a moment, he caressed her ass cheeks gently, and then went to her dripping pussy. He grabbed his dick & aimed it to her pussy, taking her from behind. He grabbed her hips, pulling her to him as he slid into her. Her groan of pleasure spurred him on. He thrust into her hard & fast, his balls bouncing on her clit. Her body shook with the force of his movements. Here & there, he smacked her ass as he pounded himself into her. Each smack brought forth a moan of pleasure from her, her hips thrusting back in time with his. Soon, Joel thrust as hard as he could, his body going rigid as he came. Even as he came, he reached under her & tweaked her swollen clit, massaging it hard. This sent her over the edge, making her cum again.

He released her hips from his grip & she slid to the mattress, exhausted. Joel, too lay down next to her, both breathing hard. Andrea wrapped her arms around him, unable to speak. Just before they drifted off to sleep, Joel kissed her forehead tenderly, whispering that that was just a sample of what he had in mind for her. 



Do You Trust Me?



"Do you trust me," he asked, her arms already tied to the four-poster by scarves, the blindfold covering her eyes. He played with her shoulder length dark hair and ran his fingers over her pretty features. She wore nothing but a pair of white cotton panties and a smile.

"Yes," she answered. He moved his hands down her wriggling body, down under the bed from where he produced a length of rope. He wrapped one end around an ankle and she giggled. "Oh god," she said, and laughed out loud again as he tied the other ankle to the bedpost. 

"Tonight you're mine," he whispered to her as he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it.

"I think I smell a bare chest," she said. The shirt landed on her covered eyes, making certain she could not see any longer from under the blindfold. Again she giggled. "Yup, I'm pretty sure he's bare-chested now."

"I'll be right back," he told her. Taking off his jeans and leaving himself only in silk boxers he left the room, quickly and quietly making his way to the kitchen where he extracted an ice cube from the freezer and a pocketknife from the family room. He came back into the room where she lay on the bed and sat astride her chest, rubbing the silk of his boxers across her abdomen while he squeezed the cube above her until a drop landed upon her left breast. She gasped aloud at the new sensation. 

"oh, ho... you have an ice cube..." She squirmed again under the cold touch of the next drops. 

He smiled, kissing her deeply and squeezing her breasts with his free hands. She moaned into his mouth at the first full exposure to the cube. He sat up and began to rub the end over her nipples, which became quite hard. He then ran the ice down her stomach and over her inner thighs, spread to his whims by the ropes that bound her. Back up again over her chest and neck, back down to her ribs. "How does that feel," he asked against her earlobe.

"Amazing," she answered. She kept making little sounds and her lips went from a tickled smile to an obvious expression of pleasure. He ran the cube down to her white panties. They were already becoming wet, so he moved the cube down and over again and again till she was soaked through. 

He still hadn't elicited the response he was looking for though, he thought. He was driving her mad with desire. He could tell by the way she struggled against the bindings, and he knew she was used to feeling his body with her hands when he made love to her. Not this time. He would see what pleasure he could bring to her body and watch how it affected her, feel her passion. He looked at her, her beautiful exotic skin wet from the ice and his kisses. He palmed the cube and ran the hand down her sides and over her thighs, between her legs and back over her belly and breasts. As the cold hands again touched her thighs she wriggled in her bonds and gasped aloud. "Ah!" she exclaimed as he touched her all over her legs and stomach. Finally, he was getting somewhere, and it excited him. He ran the wet, ice-encasing hand over her breasts, working the nipples to a dripping, extreme state. The he took each of her small, soft breasts into his mouth, warming the surface quickly again with his heat, running his tongue over the tortured tips. She was pulling hard against the scarves now, "don't stop," whispering on her breath.

"Oh, I'm nowhere near done," he breathed into her ear. "How does it feel?"

"Would you hold it against me if I answered 'amazing' again?"

"You'll lose no points for a lack of a thesaurus when you're tied up, lover."

He lapped up the last of the cube from her navel and then opened the knife. He ran the blade down her stomach lightly, then pulling it out of the way as he moved his face to between her legs, licking the soft wetness there through the drenched panties. Then he carefully ran the blade under the elastic of the undergarment and began to slice through the hip band. Again she moaned aloud at the prospect of what he was doing. He cut through and moved the torn, wet garment aside to allow his lips to kiss what he found. His tongue moved through the velvet-like dark hair and below to find her clit, teasing it for a few moments, working her into an ecstasy. He stopped as her cries became louder, but only to remove his own boxers and straddle her form again, this time facing the foot of the bed. He ran his lips and kisses over her bound legs and up to tease her inner thighs. He began to again kiss and lap at her sweet nectar, moving his own manhood over her chin. He felt her kisses reach for his inner thighs, and he helped her place his erect phallus into the warm recesses of her mouth. Then he drank her deeply, running his tongue over and over her erect clit in a way he knew she loved. Quickly it worked her back up to a lustful frenzy. He began to move his own hips over her head, in and out of her mouth as she in turn wriggled her hips against his hungry mouth. Her juices flowed freely now over his taste buds and the two fingers he worked into her opening and he could hear her cries muffled by his large manhood stuffed so deeply into her. She began to hold him harder now, her teeth grazing him as he worked his tongue faster and faster. She cried out once, twice, louder each time as she convulsed and seemingly tried to swallow him whole. He watched between them, pulling his cock free from deep within her mouth thinking for a moment that he may have been choking her. But now that her lips were free to cry out he could tell it was just the throws of passion, and he lapped up the nectar between her thighs as she continued her orgasm. She sighed aloud each time his mouth took her in to swallow her cum.

Kissing her thighs again he got up long enough to turn around and straddle her hips facing her. He kissed her deeply, entwining their tongues he forced her to taste her own juices. He moved his hips down over her own spread-eagle legs and ran his cock down between them. He moved forward and easily slid in. "Ungh," she said and again she struggled, pulling at the scarves. She began to moan and cry out again, quickly working back up her ecstasy as he moved himself in and out of her. Never before had he felt so in power; he straddled her shapely legs and thighs as his hands kneaded her breasts, pulling at the nipples. She could do nothing, tied down spread-eagle, pinned by his weight and impaled by his manhood, her mouth ravaged by his own. The torn panties still hung from her right thigh. Again he took her breast into his mouth as he pumped himself over and into her, again, again. Faster he moved now, the slickness between them its own aphrodisiac. He was fucking her at a frenzy now, moving as deep as he could from this vantage, her cries again sounding louder with each thrust into her body. He came inside her, feeling himself convulse into her, still not stopping the attack upon her beautiful flesh. Finally he began to collapse down onto her. She was sweaty and breathing fast.

As they caught their breath, again she pulled at her wrist bonds, a smile spreading across her face. "I want to hold you." He untied her wrists, and she nuzzled against him, grinning. "That," she said, "was amazing."

They held each other close, each having enjoyed the eroticism they could share with someone they could trust.



Do You Trust Me?



It was another day in their on-line relationship. The young woman who had dared to live her dreams out in Erotic writing had become his friend. He had dared to be her friend, her helper, to lead her safely into the path of dreams and fantasies, to make them a reality in her world, but not to be shared in his. The mental stimulation was having an effect on him – in the best of ways, manifesting itself in tortuous and physical erections that he could not hide when he read her words. She was in his mind, and in his thoughts.

He looked at his wife, she smiled back at him. As far as she was concerned he was researching on-line for some family tree stuff, boring to her. He had a page open, ready to flick on, should she happen to get up from the sofa and glance down at him on the floor as he "surfed"

He was online with Amanda, emails flicking back and forth. Sometimes the wait for a reply was torture! Apart from vague descriptions they had mutually agreed to disclose, neither really knew what the other looked like, apart from age, height, hair colour. And that was fine. Anonymity spared either of them the blushes of real life, and whilst nt describing themselves as perfect, each was able to paint an ideal picture of the other in their minds, and after all, this was the joy of the imagination. No need for perfection, no need for advertising flawless models, just a safe, warm, comforting view of each partner in this, their Cyber world. He had turned off the volume, so that the "ping!" of incoming mail did not alert his wife or pique her interest. 

Was she ready for the next step? He decided to take her hand, in the ether, and lead her through the next door……

Amanda – Do you Trust Me? - xx

He seemed to wait an age. Sam – with all my heart – yours, Amanda.x

After pondering a while, and letting her maybe sweat a little – after all, they were perfect teases, perfect foils for each other as they stretched the boundaries of their games. He knew she was safely alone at home at the moment, her flat mate having gone out for the evening. It was nine pm, another Saturday and he was stuck in, his wife never wanting to go out to friends or for a drink, content to be a stay at home grannie.

You are alone at home? When will she return?xx

She will be back at eleven, she has to work tomorrow, ha ha! But not me! Amanda.x

That reply was rather quick! He rose from the floor and stretched, and ambled through to the kitchen to make a coffee, enjoying the cool clean air after the warmth snug of the coal fire.

He returned to the living room and settled back down. "How's it going?" his wife asked, her eyes never straying from the screen, another endless repeat of CSI playing, which she'd already seen, the Woman's Own on her knee open and unread. Was this the way he was meant to live out his life? No chance!

"Oh it's not bad, but I have to keep trying to search different ways, still looking for your mum's grandparents."

After she had nodded and drifted back into the flickering drama, he began to type.

Amanda – All you need to do is answer me Yes or No to the following. There is no "right" answer, only what you are comfortable with. Do you trust me? Do you have a digital camera? (Do not send me any pictures from this) Do you accept a dare? Will you follow each step as I ask? Are the curtains all drawn? Will you give me one hour of your life tonight? It will not harm you, and I hope it will enlighten you. Do you trust me? - Sam.xx

He put the laptop down, and finished his coffee. His wife had left the room, the door open, and a draft raising the flames from the coal and wood in the fire. He stared into the embers, imagining a blush on Amanda's cheeks as she read and digested that last email. This was a whole new world to him, and he was enjoying it. Over the past weeks, the outwardly shy and reserved Amanda had come to flower and blossom within their friendship, and her story writing had evolved well. Her fantasy wish to be an exhibitionist had bloomed, even pervading into her real life. She had told him that when shopping, she had bought knickers instead of panties, lingerie instead of underwear. He had no way to check, he had no wish to check, but the visions it gave him in his mind had caused him some rather painful and embarrassing erections!

She returned to the room, and installed herself back on the couch. Plain black trousers, cover-all jumper which hid (he knew) a T-shirt, cami top and blouse, and those thick woolly socks. He remembered when she used to wear stockings, and silk, and………but that was before she became a grannie. He returned to the laptop, saddened by the memories.

Sam – Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.No. Yes. And implicitly Yes. Yours, with wonder, Amanda.x

He smiled to himself. He could imagine the look on her face and possibly a slight sigh escape her lips as she read his reply. "I am logging off". He hit "Send".





Do You Trust Me?



And she froze to the spot. 

Collecting her thoughts, she stepped, despite wanting to stride, to the fridge, and poured a glass of cold water. She had thought of wine, but just wanted to slake her thirst. The ice cold water soothed her throat, and she rolled the glass across her forehead as she closed the fridge door. There she was a gain, reflected in the window glass.

Pitch black night made it a perfect mirror. She could not see out, could not see if anyone was looking in. her stomach lurched, not with sickening fear, but with a dance of delight and sexual excitement. Her lower body would be framed by the sink, she knew this, as she slowly washed her hands and then dried them, still standing in front of the sink. Finally, after wondering if some lucky voyeur had had a glimpse of her, the "Sexy" Amanda, she turned to the door, flicking the light off, and walking – slowly, but surely, to her bedroom. The house in darkness behind her, she closed the door,, slipped the bra and now-soaked knickers off, placing them on the chair, and climbed into bed. The coolness of the sheets upon her hot skin, the sliding of her stockinged legs against the cotton, she felt like she was almost going to come, there and then. Her final thoughts as she drifted off to sleep, were of Sam. Would he be pleased?





Do You Trust Me?



Do you trust me? That's what the note said. Just a simple note.

Do you trust me? Then the time, place and what to wear. Of course I trust you. Of course I would be there tomorrow night, at the mandated time, wearing the mandated outfit. You know what I like, so I trust you to make this night special. 

I stood on the corner by my house, waiting. I was wearing a pair of red, four inch fuck me pumps, black thigh high stockings and garter belt, and a trench coat. That's all I was allowed to wear, according to the note. A warm breeze was blowing, and it caressed my thighs and pussy under the coat. It was a pleasant feeling, knowing I would see you soon, and I was wearing next to nothing.

At precisely the right time, a car pulled up.

The driver got out and said, "I am supposed to ask you a question. The answer will determine if you are the person I am supposed to pick up. Do you trust me?"

"Yes" I answered.

"You are her" he said and he opened the door for me to get in.

I climbed in the car. And there was another note. I opened it. Do you trust me? Of course I trust you. In the note you told me I was to put on the blindfold that was in the car and sit back and enjoy the ride. I did as you asked. I was beginning to get wet just thinking about what you may have in store for me tonight.

After just a short time, the car stopped and the driver told me you would be there in a minute to collect me.

When the car door opened, I heard you whisper "You DO trust me."

You helped me out of the car and we walked slowly to the door. We walked in and you asked for my coat. Naked except for stockings, shoes and blindfold, you led me through the building. I wasn't sure what type of building it was. It felt big. You opened another door and as we walked through, you said there was a bed in the very center of the room. I was to lie down on the bed, as you prepared the rest of my surprise. 

When I laid down, I felt silk ties wrap my wrists and ankles, securing me spread eagle to the bed. The door opened again and I heard the rustle of feet as others entered the room. I don't know how many, nor did I care. I knew they were there for me, and that's all that mattered. The bed shifted as someone got in it. It was you. You whispered to me that my favorite fantasy was about to come true. You kissed me, as I felt someone else climb in bed. I felt long hair caress my legs as that someone slid between them. It was a girl! She began kissing my thighs at the top of my stockings. She kissed me in the hollow between my my thigh and my pussy. She went to the other side and did the same. Her mouth was soft and hot as she breathed on me. And then her tongue found my dripping wet pussy. She lapped up what juices I already had flowing, before she licked my clit. 

As her tongue found my clit, I screamed out in pleasure. She sure knew what she was doing. She sucked my clit into her mouth and nibbled lightly at it with her teeth. She licked me all over as you leaned over and kissed me.

You said, "Let the games begin."

I thought they already had, but boy was I wrong! I heard people walking up to the bed. A mouth found each nipple and both of my hands were filled with long, thick, hard cock. I didn't know if the mouths and the cocks belonged to the same two people, nor did I care. Another cock nudged at my lips so I opened my mouth and took it in. All the while, she was doing amazing things to my pussy. I felt her tongue dart in and out of my slick, wet hole. Her fingers, or someone's, replaced her tongue and her lips engulfed my clit again.

I was working the three cocks as best as I could, while cumming all over her face, again and again. The bed shifted again and she left me. Her amazing mouth was replaced by another dick, sliding deep into me. Four at once, so close to my ultimate fantasy. I was in heaven. But you knew better. You knew there was one more thing I wanted at this moment. I was untied, but still blindfolded. The guy inside of me rolled over, pulling me momentarily away from the other three. I felt someone on my back, it was you.

You whispered again, "Do you trust me to make this the best experience for you?"

You pulled my head back by my hair, another cock slid in my mouth, two more back in my hands as you slid your fat cock in my ass. Finally, five at once. This is what I have always dreamed of. I was being filled to capacity with every move. Either you in my ass, or one of the other two in my pussy and mouth. I was screaming my orgasm around that cock, as I couldn't stop cumming.

You came and pulled out of my ass. Someone shot their load of creamy cum down my throat. And I was rolled back over, where the two in my hands could shoot their load all over my tits and face. And finally, the last guy pulled out and came all over my stomach. There I was, blindfolded, covered in cum, and very happy. I heard people walking out of the room. You were still there, you were talking to me. Asking me if I was done. It didn't matter, because she was back. She began cleaning me up with her mouth. She licked me from pussy to neck, lapping up every drop of cum on me. When she finished cleaning my face, she kissed me. You took the blindfold off of me, and I was surprised at who I saw. She was the only person I told who I was going to be with that night. 

We were all lying in a heap on the bed, getting some well deserved rest. I rolled toward you and wrapped my arms around you.

I put a finger in your ass and whispered in your ear, "Do you trust me?"



Do You Trust Me?



Angelo had been so tense through his set at the café this evening, that he was afraid that it could be heard in his voice or in a change in how he coaxed the music out of the strings of his guitar. But those sitting around a smoking and drinking long after the food service had been shut down didn't seem to have reacted any differently than before, with just those exceptions. Although all of the regulars in the café were encouraging and always bantered with Angelo in a way that showed him he was liked and at home in the seaside Italian village of Positano, where he'd been born and raised, they had come to receive his musical sets in the café in the evening as a given that was just part of the atmosphere of the place.

Angelo didn't mind. He was doing this mostly because he liked it, although the little bit that the café owner, Maria, paid him plus the occasional tip from a tourist were welcome supplements to his income. Angelo was a fisherman, sailing out alone in his small boat six mornings a week, casting his net, and, by twilight bringing his catch, meager as it usually was, to the fish markets on the pier in the small harbor of Positano. This picturesque village closely climbed the steep slopes from the Mediterranean of the surrounding mountains that paralleled Italy's eastern coast west along a rugged coastline from Salerno.

And this was all just temporary for Angelo, including the fishing with the boat he had inherited from his father who had inherited it from his own father. Angelo would be going to America at the first opportunity—to maybe be in the movies. That was his dream. And Angelo was a dreamer.

And not just a dreamer. Angelo was also seen as a dream by the women of Positano and by not a few men of the village as well. He had dark, sultry, movie star looks. And perhaps that was what had set off his dream of going to America. For as long as he could remember, people were telling him that, with his looks, he should be in Hollywood—or at least in Rome.

What had suddenly made Angelo tense in playing his café set and had upset his world was Guido, another young fisherman who had been in playful competition with Angelo in casting the nets off the Positano shore for a couple of years. Guido was sitting at the bar, nursing as few drinks as possible for Maria to let him occupy a barstool and smoke cigarette after cigarette, as he had done nearly every evening that Angelo had played. Guido was also dark and sultry, and very well put together. He just was two steps behind Angelo in every department of desirability and had known he was since the two were boys. Hence—at least Angelo had thought—the friendly competition and why Guido always seemed to be there, somewhere, in the background wherever Angelo was. Of course Positano was not a large town, so—other than the looks of wanted, combined with envy, Guido gave Angelo—there wasn't much to be remarked that they were always somewhere in proximity of one another.

It had been what Guido had asked Angelo to do the evening before after Angelo had finished his set that had changed Angelo's world, made him nervous in the close-scrutiny nearness of Guido, and made Angelo rethink why Guido was always hovering around.

Guido had asked—no begged—Angelo to fuck him, saying that he had wanted this ever since the two were in school together.

Angelo hadn't, in a million years, caught Guido's attention to him as signaling any such desire.

He had refused, of course, as gently as he could. He had told Guido that there was no chance that he could be a friend to Guido in that way. What he didn't tell Guido was why. Guido had made it quite clear that he wanted Angelo inside him. But to the extent that Angelo had ever thought of having sex with another man—which had, in fact, crossed his mind, sometimes in ways that disturbed him and had, thus far, caused him to hold himself above having sex with anyone, man or woman—those thoughts had been him in the same position of need and want as Guido had declared he suffered and wanted Angelo to deliver him from. If Angelo was ever to have sex with a man, he wanted the other man inside him.

But Guido, although he had done no more than to show and express regret, had not taken Angelo's answer as a "forever no." He had simply asked Angelo to think about it. And here he was, tonight, sitting in his customary place at the bar, fully attentive to and ever smiling upon Angelo. The difference now was the Angelo now knew what Guido wanted—and it wasn't just the continuance of a friendship of two young men who had grown up together in a small seaside town and who both went to sea as fishermen in boats handed down to them by their fathers and their fathers' fathers.

Guido's attentive smile now bored into Angelo as he played. And it wasn't just Guido this evening. Often tourists came in to the café, having heard him play his guitar and sing, and sat watching him. A good many of them would want to watch Angelo even if he didn't do anything but exist as the beauty in form that he was.

And sometimes the foreign residents of the town—people who weren't passing tourists and may even have been here for decades but who were still considered foreign visitors in one way or another because they hadn't been born and raised in Positano—came to the café, having heard about Angelo and both his beauty and his music. Some of these were, in fact, foreigners. Some of the wealthiest people in the town—and who were treated with distant respect because of the revenue they brought to the region—were actually foreigners. There was a whole enclave of them to the south of the town, living in villas along the coats and beyond the mountain spur that went down to the sea there and defined the edge of the town. Villas were strung along the coast to the south, perched on the rocky slopes of the mountains and with steps down to small, private beaches below, each separated from the neighboring villa by rock formations tumbling down to the sea.

It was off these beaches that Angelo did most of his fishing, both because the fish ran well there and because Angelo enjoyed watching the activity in the villas of the rich foreigners through his binoculars. And some of the foreigners, aware of Angelo's frequent fishing visits off their coast also watched him move, in his skimpy loincloth bathing suit around his fishing vessel.

Angelo like to watch because often the villa owners and their young guests came down to their private beaches in the nude. And sometimes they fucked on the beach. Angelo enjoyed watching this, no matter what the mix was in the coupling of the sexes.

That's why Angelo knew who the two men at the table who were scrutinizing him as closely at Guido—and causing him as much embarrassment—were. The older man owned one of the largest villas perched above the sea, one with extensive verandas and frequently with young, very good looking and well-muscled men roaming around in very little. Angelo already knew the older man to be Doran Kokinos, a grossly wealthy Greek shipping magnate, who spent several months a year in his Positano coast villa. The man was in his late fifties at least and, though solidly built and well-muscled, was squat and a bit rotund and extremely hirsute with salt-and-pepper hair. His features all were thickish and slightly piggish, and he glowered more than looked at whatever caught his attention, under bushy eyebrows. But he had impeccable taste in young men, and he fucked them well on the beach.

Angelo knew Kokinos fucked men—and young men—because Angelo had, through his binoculars, spied him doing so from time to time on his terraces or down on the beach. And Angelo's binoculars were high powered enough for Angelo to know that what Kokinos lacked in body beauty, he made up for in cock girth and length.

Kokinos had been in the café for hours this evening, the first time Angelo had known him to be there, and his glower had been trained on Angelo, piercing his composure during both of Angelo's musical sets. What occurred to Angelo, though, and that had deepened his embarrassment and apprehension, was that perhaps this wasn't the first visit of Doran Kokinos to the café. Perhaps he had been here before and perhaps before he had trained his attention on Angelo just as he had done this evening—and Angelo, in his innocence, had just not caught what was in the air. Perhaps the single, simple declaration by Guido the previous evening had awakened Angelo to a reality that had, in his innocence, not been part of his real world before—but inevitably was part of that world now.

And when Angelo thought upon that, the image of that cock of Kokinos's sinking in and withdrawing from and then sinking in again the ass of the young prey of the day on the beach below his villa gave Angelo a chill of envy. The man's ugliness in other ways seemed only to add to the mystery and fantasy of Angelo's sexual longings.

To his added embarrassment, Angelo, in turn, had had to struggle not to give his undivided attention this evening to Kokinos's table companion. The man was younger than Kokinos—by far—but older than Angelo's own barely twenty years. The man struck Angelo as an American—a blond, athletic American. Perhaps it was the apparent openness of him and the ready smile. Whatever it was, he had charisma and an assurance about himself that was justified by his rugged good looks. Now there, Angelo had thought, when he first noticed the young man—noticed him noticing Angelo—is a true Hollywood movie star type.

Angelo couldn't remember having ever seen him with his binoculars, and that thought had set off another thought that he wondered what the man looked like in the altogether or in a skimpy Speedo, a thought that had made Angelo forget what song he was singing at the time and made him stop, apologize, blame it on being thirsty, taken a swig of his water, and then start of a song that may have been the same one he had stumbled on but again may not have been for all the attention he was giving it.

Angelo was distressed at the longings that Guido had loosed in him the previous day by openly talking of sex between men. Angelo had mostly been able to suppress his thinking—at least consciously—of these things to this point. Guido had unleashed that monster from the cave Angelo had locked it in.

In that patron-, raucous discussion-, and smoke-filled café room, with patrons tumbling out onto the tables set up at the edge of the narrow, cobblestoned, winding street, Angelo had struggled through two sets feeling that he was pinned to the wall by three sets of eyes—Guido's, Doran Kokinos's, and the mysterious, mesmerizing blond. This was the first time he'd ever felt like this. And, in his imagination, Angelo was lying under each of the men, his hips rotating, and something throbbing and thrusting stretching his insides.

And it was all Guido's fault.

Forcing himself not to look at any of the three when his set was over, Angelo put his guitar in the stand next to his stool, where it would still be the next time he came to the café to play and sing, and turned to go through the door behind him covered by a beaded curtain that led through a corridor to the kitchen on one side, bathrooms on the other, a storeroom and Maria's office and then to an exit that hovered ten feet above the street below the one the café was located on. Descending the rickety wooden staircase there would put Angelo just one street above his own, where he had two rooms and a kitchenette and bathroom at the top of the building he had inherited and where the rent from the two floors below his made his life as comfortable as most any other resident of Positano.

He was just beyond the doors to the rest rooms, however, when Guido caught up to him, swung him around and pinned his back to the wall with his body. Guido was slightly taller and heavier than Angelo, and he was just as strong. Caught by surprise, Angelo was slow to react with any sense of defensiveness.

"Please, Angelo. Take me to your rooms. Or come with me to mine. I can't deny my want for you any longer."

"Guido, no. I can't. I told you yester—"

Angelo wasn't able to finish the sentence, as Guido was pressing at his lips with his own and crushing him against the wall. One of Guido's hands was pressing on Angelo's crotch.

Caught completely by surprise, Angelo was slow to react. He was looking around wildly, not knowing why he was here like this, why Guido was in such a frenzy, or what he should do next. His eyes caught the movement of the beaded curtain separating the back corridor from the main café room, and he saw movement there. A man. The blond man Angelo thought of as the suave American.

The expression on the American's face was one of surprise. But then it turned to an amused smile, and, rather than withdrawing, the man stood there, watching.

Adrenalin finally surged through Angelo's body, and he broke away from Guido with a, "We can't . . . I can't . . . sorry," and he rushed through the door at the end of the corridor and almost lost his footing on the precarious wooden steps of the staircase down to the lower street.

Once in his room, he turned off his lights and moved out onto the small terrace he had that overlooked the Mediterranean and the lower town as it cascaded down to the harbor. He stood, watching the moonlight on the sea for several moments, trembling and overwhelmed by the strange, unfamiliar sensations accosting him. He was surprised—and embarrassed—to realize that he was hard.

He stripped off his trousers, briefs, and T-shirt and laid down on the chaise lounge on the terrace, and, as he looked up at the bright constellations in the clear night sky, he began to masturbate. What was this terrible—but perhaps glorious—monster that Guido had awakened in him? He had no idea, and his emotions were conflicted. As he slowly and rhythmically beat himself off, though, he realized that an image of a man was floating in his brain and feeding his arousal. It wasn't Guido, though. It was the image of that smiling all-American blond, standing, naked, in the doorway at the café, the beads of the curtain caressing his body, as he watched Angelo masturbating—and stroked his own hard cock with a loose fist.

A second image swam up. An ugly face and a squat but solid body. And much black curly hair. But an air of authority—and a bit of cruelty—and an invading monstrous cock that had Angelo panting and whimpering of how filling it was. As the mastering cock in Angelo's fantasy began to pump his channel, he threw his head back, ejaculated onto his stomach, and muttered the name Doran Kokinos.

Instead of giving him the lift he expected, these fantasies brought a sourness to Angelo's mood. This was wrong. He wanted to think of lying under a beautiful man like the blond American or even Guido—before Guido had burst that bubble and revealed himself as a receiver rather than a driver—not one who was old and ugly such as Kokinos. Did the aura of authority or the size of the cock really make that much difference? And, even if the cock was all important, he had not seen what the blond American had to offer.

* * * *

"Are you just going to leave me down here, or will you give me a hand up?"

Angelo looked around in shock, not seeing where the voice was coming from, complete nonplused to hear a voice at all. He was on his fishing boat, all alone, or so he thought, off the beaches below the villas of the rich foreigners strung along the Amalfi coast south of Postiano.

He had set his nets and then gone to the stern of the boat with his binoculars and scanned the beaches and the villas perched on the side of the mountains above as he liked to do. He told himself that he hadn't stationed the boat off of Doran Kokinos's villa on purpose, but, of course, he had. And in doing so, he had been rewarded.

Not long after taking up his station, he had seen activity on one of the villa's terraces and then the figure of a tall, well-built—and very well-equipped, he could see, because the man was naked—young man descending the stone steps between the villa and the beach. He had a beach towel over one arm and a canvas bag slung over his shoulder.

To Angelo's great interest, the young man engaged in a few aerobic exercises while standing next to the towel that he had unfurled on the beach in front of a sky-blue cabana tent.

After a few moments of surreptitious work with the binoculars, Angelo ascertained that It was the same blond man Angelo had seen at the café, sitting with Doran Kokinos, the previous evening.

Angelo laid down flat on his belly at the stern of the boat, with just the lens of the binoculars showing above the gunwales and watched the blond, who he thought of as "the American," do his calisthenics. The rough wood of the boat hull punished Angelo's bare chest, but unheeding of that, he unbuttoned the fly of his skimpy shorts, pulled out his hardening cock, encircled the staff with the hand that wasn't holding the binoculars, and moved his hips, letting the head of his cock rub across the pile of the netting in the bottom of the boat.

When the blond man turned and went into the cabana tent, Angelo realized that he should have pulled in his nets some time ago to see if he'd caught any fish and then set them again. It took him nearly a half an hour to do that, and he had just finished when he heard the voice.

"I say, you going to leave me just hanging onto the side?"

Angelo raced back to the stern of the boat. Two well-muscled, lightly tanned arms, emerging from the water next to the boat, were slung over the gunwales. He grabbed for the arms and helped the blond American climb on board the boat. He was naked and wet, but he had the canvas bag slung over his back by a string around his neck.

Both the surprise of his arrival and the beauty of his body took Angelo's breath away.

"You wouldn't happen to have a dry towel, would you?" he asked in broken Italian.

"Yes. Yes, I have. Just a minute," Angelo stammered.

"You speak English," the blond said, sounding quite relieved.

"I take in school. I go to America some day and I want to speak good American. You American?" he asked shyly.

"Yes, I'm American. And I'm shuddering from the cold water at the moment. It's a longer swim than I anticipated."

"Uh," Angelo muttered, still dumbfounded by the man's appearance and by the casual, comfortable attitude he was taking despite his nudity.

"The towel? You were going to find me a towel?"

"Yes, of course," Angelo stammered, as he back peddled toward the small cabin at the center of the boat.

When he came back, the American was still standing there, in a provocative pose, but he'd opened the canvas bag and extracted a bottle of liquor and a couple of plastic glasses. "I hope you don't mind Johnny Walker Red. It was the most ready at hand in Dodo's bar."

"Dodo?"

"Doran Kokinos. I believe you saw us at the café last night. He was very impressed with you. In fact, he'd like to meet you. I call him Dodo. For some reason he prefers that. He's Greek, you know. He probably doesn't know the connotation of that in the States. It does seem to suit him. But here I am, running on, and you're probably very thirsty from all of the fishing work you've been doing—not to mention the work with the binoculars."

Angelo had barely been able to keep up with what the American had been saying. He had no trouble understanding the part about binoculars, though, and he blushed from the realization he'd been caught as a voyeur. And he was even more nonplused to see that the American was hard and not seeming to be the least self-conscious about it.

And, yes, he knew Johnny Walker well, although he'd rarely been able to cage more than a couple of shots of it himself. The foreigners had it shipped in by the case during the Christmas season and handed bottles of it out as gratuities for those in the village who had supported their lifestyle with goods and services throughout the year. For two weeks after Christmas, in the new year, the Johnny Walker red became the gold standard of Positano and was filtered down in smaller bottles throughout the fabric of the town—until it was all gone until the next year. Angelo rarely got more than two shots of it himself in a year. And here the American—the beautifully built and handsome American of the open, broad smile—was offering to share an entire bottle with him. 




Do You Trust Me?



Kristina giggled as I pulled her into the tiny room I'd rented. Our night had been a blur of tequila shots and bars. I was living in France for a few months while I sorted my life out and I couldn't pass up a night of heavy drinking when my best friend came all the way from England to visit.

Several years ago we had had a secret relationship, doing nothing but spending nights together and stealing kisses, nothing serious, but when we went off to uni, we grew apart. It was hard to keep up a relationship when so many miles kept us apart and when Kris continued to swear that she was definitely straight. Kris had always wanted to visit France though, so it was the perfect opportunity for our reunion. I didn't want to get my hopes up that something would happen, but I knew I couldn't let Kris leave without making a move.

Yes, it was a bit low, but people are always up to more when they've had a bit to drink and what better way to loosen up than with a bottle of Mexico's finest? I usually wasn't much of a pre-gamer before going to the local bars, but I still had the bottle of tequila some friends had given me for her birthday, so I offered it up and we both had about ten shots before even getting on the bus. Ten shots of tequila was nothing for me since I was anything but a lightweight when it came to alcohol. Kris, on the other hand, wasn't used to going out often and was already pretty unsteady on her feet. We stayed out until the bar closed and ended up having to get a cab home, but I didn't mind, Kris was already more susceptible to my touches as I had been teasing her all night.

So, when we stumbled to my tiny room, as soon as I got the door open, I pulled Kris in, and pressed her up against the door I had just shut, turning the lock so we couldn't be disturbed. Kris eagerly pressed her lips against mine, used to this even if it had been years. I had somehow managed to keep my hands in check so as not to frighten Kris away just yet, but all I really wanted to do was rip off her clothes right then and there.

After several minutes of intense making out, I picked Kris up, wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her to the bed. Letting my hands become more daring, I swept them under my friend's shirt, exploring her tight stomach and sliding up her back as I kissed down Kris's jawline and neck, making her moan in pleasure. When I got to her bra, I deftly unhooked the three hooks, freeing my friend's large breasts. Kris always hated her boobs, they were so large for her petite frame, but I loved them, couldn't get enough of them. Ever since the first time we started fooling around the night of my 17th birthday, I had wanted them. Now four years later, I was finally getting my chance.

It took Kris several moments to realise I had removed her bra and was now kneading the soft flesh. She started to protest, but I briefly pressed my lips against Kris' before pulling away and asking, "Do you trust me?" Eyes still a bit unfocused, Kris nodded. I smiled, crushing my lips against my friend's once again as I completely removed Kris' shirt and bra, throwing them to the floor. I began playing with Kris's nipples making Kris groan into my mouth which only made me start to kiss down her neck, teasing all around the hardening nipples with my tongue before sucking one into her mouth. Kris unconsciously twisted her hands in my hair, moaning loud enough that the neighbor's had to have heard. Not caring what people might think, I moved onto the other nipple, giving it the same treatment before moving my lips back up for another kiss.

As we kissed, I slowly slid my hand away from Kris's breasts and down to her shorts. Gently rubbing her pussy through the denim, I felt Kris subconsciously press herself up against my hand. Even though her body was saying yes, I could see the hesitation in Kris's eyes. "Do you trust me?" I asked again. This time, Kris looked at me clearly, the alcohol wearing off. After a few moments, she nodded and I continued the gentle strokes before unbuttoning her shorts and pushing them down Kris' toned legs. All the while, watching her eyes for any sign of complaint.

I was beyond thrilled. Kris had just given me the permission I had always wanted. It was all I could do to continue my slow progression and not rip off the rest of her clothes, taking everything I had ever wanted from my friend's sweet body. I moved my hand slowly under Kris's underwear, stroking her pussy and circling her clit, feeling her wetness. Kris arched her back, moaning even louder as I started working my lips down her neck once again. I stopped briefly at her breasts, laving the soft undersides before taking them into my mouth and flicking my tongue over the stiff nipples before continuing down. Kissing her flat stomach and then down to her inner thighs, letting my tongue trail all around, but not actually touching my friend's pussy.

A few more moments of this teasing and Kris groaned in frustration. "Please," she whispered.

"What was that?" I chuckled, running my fingertips lightly down Kris' legs as I kissed the skin all around her most sensitive area.

"Please, Natalie," Kris moaned. "I need you."

With that I ripped off my friend's panties, throwing the pieces to the floor and dove into the sweet smelling wetness. She tasted even better than she smelled and I had to control myself, slowing down my onslaught to allow my friend the maximum enjoyment. Kris' fingers tangled themselves in my hair as her moans increased. I couldn't help but smile. Circling Kris' clit with my tongue, I slowly inserted a finger and then a second, curling them to stroke her g-spot, making Kris gasp in pleasure. I slowly increased my pace, intentionally keeping my tongue circling, but not touching Kris' clit, and soon she was panting. Sensing Kris was close to orgasm, I removed my fingers, hearing her small whimper from the loss, before sucking her clit between my lips. Kris exploded beneath me, crying out my name, while I continued my onslaught, reinserting my fingers to keep the orgasm going. Before I knew it, Kris was pulling me back up to those beautifully sensual lips.

Kris' kiss was fierce and desperate. She may have just cum, but she was still horny as hell. It probably didn't help that I had strategically placed my thigh so that it was rubbing against her still throbbing pussy as we kissed. Before Kris could recover, I flipped her over so that she was straddling me, her beautiful breasts hanging down. My hands went up to cup them, massaging them as Kris groaned into my mouth.

It took all my will to break the kiss, but I got to suck an amazing nipple into my mouth again, so the trade was worth it. I could play with her breasts all day and never get tired, exploring the entire surface with my tongue. I especially loved how Kris gasped as I nipped at the soft flesh underneath before trailing my tongue over the small hurt. Pressing her breasts together, I took both nipples in my mouth at once making her cry out. Finally, I let one hand trail down to her pussy and I spread her lips easily, feeling how wet she was. "So wet," I whispered. "So incredibly wet, for me."

"Natalie," Kris gasped. She was trembling as I let my fingers slide up and down her slick flesh.

"I have wanted this for so long," I told her.

Kris' closed eyes flew open. "Me too," she whispered, clearly surprised despite herself.

I grinned before bringing my lips up to hers and impaling her with two fingers. Kris rode my fingers, begging for more, so I obliged, slipping a third finger easily into her heat. Still she begged for more, so I managed to get a fourth finger in as she bucked her hips hard on my fingers. Knowing she was close, I let my thumb begin circling her clit as my mouth took one of her nipples and the effect was instantaneous. Kris' back arched, driving my fingers even deeper inside her as she practically screamed my name. Her body had frozen as she had begun to climax, but I didn't let her off so easily as I continued to finger fuck her, loving the feel of her muscles rippling around my fingers, milking them.

Kris finally came down from her explosive orgasm and I removed my fingers, drawing back from her slightly. Her eyes opened in confusion as I stared right back at her before bringing my glistening fingers up to my mouth. I sucked two of them clean before offering her the other two. Without hesitation, Kris took my fingers into her mouth, tasting herself. I couldn't hold back a groan as I felt her tongue wrap around my fingers. Drawing my fingers from her mouth I brought her lips back to mine, needing them. We continued like this for a while before letting exhaustion take over, my arms wrapped around her naked body.