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Drop

By: arbenitre



Ah, that shape. Full and rounded underneath. So heavy that it pulls and stretches the top until it leaves nearly a point there and, if it settles on a ledge, the bottom flattens and presses the middle outward to my eye. The nipple raised and pointing just upward. 

A tear. Liquid need. That would course over the curve of delicate cheekbone and deliver a hint of salinity to the corner of your red mouth. That's what it appears when you stand before me with arms outstretched, allowing free rein to your breasts. And the sway as one then another perfect shape wends its way to the dimple to be licked away by the merest tip of tongue or perchance to plink and glisten upon those persuading mounds.

Sobs don't wrack your body, but they undulate those marvelous breasts and as I watch, the collected moisturings from your eyes and the skies above round the curve to fall and splay over your legs and precisely polished toes. And you taste another and one more as I gaze upon another shudder.

Should I reach out and wipe the humidity from your translucent skin or pinch the stiffened teat and shake the water free of its adherence? Or shall I simply enjoy the runnels as they traverse your beauty?

A bead of perspiration that trickles down your side gives me fascination and delight. It catches the moonlight just so and the prismatic effect gives a tiny rainbow to the softened curve. Want encased. Embodied by dew, imbued with all you desire at this moment.

Winds ever so slowly the length of your torso, haltingly gathering to pendant shape before pressing forth to the next draw. Somewhere past your waist, it mingles with tears and mist and other beads of sudor to wash your trembling legs.

Would I ease that angst? Smooth the quaking muscles and ease the disquiet from your thought? Tenderly finger the open self you present and alleviate the velleity? Or survey the scene with rising interest and growing lust as I do now?

Ah, the drips are as rain drizzling over my heart and salving my soul with cool mist. Far from slaking the conflagration beneath my detachment, the haar comes like fuel and causes such anguish that I fear eructation of the pent beast within. I feel the shiver of your body in my own and know the agony of your torment as mine.

Will there come dribbles with the lashes? 

Sanguinous driplets of ecstasy? Tingling droplets from the sides of your teardrop breasts and heart smoothed bottom? The leather raises such delicate strands of reddened skin I wonder that the flesh is so enflamed with heat and wetness pumping just beneath the veneer of skin. And the way it takes you from the shivering heights that profess to take you through orgasm and beyond without further touch. Suddenly you come back to me and hang there by the merest thread. Before I will once again take you to that celestial ledge. How will you know when there has been enough? When there is no more need to refrain from the crashing abyss? When you can take no more. When the please ripped from you hasn't the strength to resist the wind.

Auogh, the feelings you stirred inside me when I called to tell of our plans for the night. The morning call, just before walking into the office. What did you wear? What do you have planned? Will you have time at lunch?

The deepening of your voice as you answer. A hope dress. Wished you might call. Nothing. Need it. Need more. Yes. Will and want to see you. And I heard you hold your breath. For an hour or minutes through the phone.

Time at lunch to buy a rain poncho. I told you how the park looks in the moonlight and the warm fug of almost rain. Like the clouds descended into the trees and given over to frenzied mating. An exceptional tree, like a lover and friend all to its own. With a branch placed as an arm around the shoulders of a fallen petal. A bough for your ties. Your fingertips could trace the bark of his limb as your toes caress the grass at his feet.

And the poncho that concealed your bound hands as we stalked the darkness to his welcome was designed with snaps that came undone and moved the vinyl sheeting to the side and above your bared being. And there, held in my hands and my vision, you squirm in luscious need and discomposed attraction and encapsulate emotions mizzling your form.

As I stare into the phone, I hear the catch of your breath and the yearning to say no. Just this once, this time. From now on and forgive and forget the craving. Shake in your sleep with the convulsions and fevers of passion and never release the pent concupiscence. Never again feel the loss of body and self and hope and control and sinew. Never again shift in your seat and groan with the aches of too well used muscle and soul.

And in those moments that your breath wouldn't come. As I described tying you to my brother willow and taking from the earth a switch, a part of him, to tease your heart from your chest with, I fell to the darkness you find yourself in now. The silence flayed my self as surely as the rod will open your flawless integument and incredible derriere.

My very thoughts became lost and fomented within my own wooden staff. When you asked in that wavering whisper if you had to, I could have poured my very spirit out over the phone. Pumped forth my very existence. Aouoh the misery and pleasure of telling you how you want it and hearing the timidity and lust and trepidation and need expressed in that simple syllable "yes".

My day was spent in visions and daydreams. Rock hard anticipation and when your text came "I got it." I could only picture the nylon sheathing wafting against your smooth legs as you glide through the fog and woods like an apparition of pure desire. I could have doubled over from the pangs of throbbing ardency.

And now here you stand, bared before me, doused and clammy with need, want, hope, and utter bliss. A rapture we share, here in the vaporous night. The screams of liberation and recrudescence contained in the beclouded forest and foreverafter held in our selves.

A thrum that quickens through your body as you recognize the nearing. The culmination of the teasing and torture. The times that my tongue found your very edge and took you along it, further and further to your falling. Always stopping just before you took flight. And the length and hardness that prodded your self to flower and blossom, sometimes thrusting and pounding, sometimes sliding and pressing. And always the willow switch to bring you crashing back to your torment. The muscles ache in your arms and your stomach where you've held on and been denied for too long before the final bursting you know to be close. You know because your hope fails.

And the liquid that cleanses my essential depravity slides from my flesh to mingle with your own fluids to form emotive puddles for our feet and later our bodies to lie in. Ahhh my love, when later comes laden with poignancy and waterlogged with love, you'll spread your wearied arms and press me to you with all the last of your strength. Leaving not even enough to voice to me your delight. Hardly enough to pull in another breath and release a soufflé of euphoria.

I'll bring you from the tree to your knees before me, pushing my hardness between your lips. When my need is too far gone to hold me to the earth any longer, I'll lie in the pool of our making and set you down upon my length. Move you to your deliverance again and again. Beyond counting and beyond your strength. And when I've lost myself within your bliss, when your breath gives not even a whisper, when you so want to say them all, I'll kiss it away. There is no voice to your suffering, but...

I'll know, love. I'll know. 

Drop By Anytime



The vibrator wasn't enough. The porn wasn't enough. Frustrated, Heidi closed her eyes and imagined the perfect man standing over her, his hard cock in position between her legs. He kissed her deeply, begging for entry. Finally, unable to control herself, Heidi wrapped one leg around his hips and she felt his—

The phone rang just then. Heidi groaned, annoyed.

She answered snappily, "Hello?"

"Hi. Is this Heidi?"

"Yeah." She recognized the deep, sexy baritone, but couldn't place who it was.

"It's Tyler. I live down the hall from you...?"

"Oh, hi!" said Heidi in a perkier voice. She regretted her earlier tone. She liked Tyler. Ever since he moved in two months ago, she wanted nothing more than a few minutes alone with him. 

"Hey," Tyler said, sounding relieved. "Am I interrupting you? I know it's kind of late."

"No, I'm not really doing anything. Just relaxing." Heidi turned away from her laptop and vibrator. "What's up?"

"Well, uh, I have a bottle of wine that I really want to open, but I didn't want to drink it by myself."

"Oh." 

"You said to drop by anytime, so I was wondering if this is a good enough excuse."

Heidi's smile stretched from ear to ear. When Tyler flirted, it was hard to say no.

"I think it's a great excuse," she said, already getting off the couch to clean up. "I've got wineglasses, so come by whenever you're ready."

"Great, I'll see you in a few."

Heidi managed to change her underwear, brush her hair, and put on some tinted lip balm just before Tyler knocked. She had hoped she'd get a chance to change into something sexier and classier, so she was almost embarrassed to answer the door wearing her nightgown, which only just about covered most of her lady-parts.

"Hi," she said with a smile when she opened the door. "Come in. I'm not really dressed for a visitor, so if you can wait for a couple of minutes..."

"No, you look great. I'm not either," Tyler said as he stepped in.

He wasn't being modest. Clad in a t-shirt and sweatpants, there was absolutely no hint that he had a rock hard body underneath. But then she gulped when she saw the faint outline of a bulge in his pants. She managed to drag her eyes up to his. There was a look of mischief in them. 

"Let me get the glasses," she said as she closed the door. "Set yourself up on the couch."

"Sure, after I get the wine open," he said, showing her a bottle of red and following her to the kitchen. 

As Heidi reached into a cupboard, Tyler came up behind her and casually touched her lower back, sending chills up her spine and down to her mound. 

"Is there a special occasion?" Heidi asked him as he worked on the bottle.

"Nah," Tyler answered with a smile and glanced sideways at her. "Do I need one to drink with a beautiful girl?"

Flattered, Heidi bit her lip to keep from grinning. "No, I guess not. Are you much of a wine drinker?"

"Not really, but I'm planning to get into it. There are classes and stuff. How about you?" He took the two glasses and filled them halfway.

"Not really. I'm more into beer and mixed drinks." Heidi secretly checked out his arms. They were veiny and muscular. She imagined his forearms pinning hers over her head while his other hand worked their way south and hovered just above her privates, teasing her. 

"I know my kind of drinks are low brow," she laughed lightly.

"Then we can be low brow together," Tyler said, winking at her as he handed her a glass. "A toast. To a memorable night?" 

Heidi's breath caught in her throat. There was only one way to interpret that.

She smiled the sexiest way she knew how and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "To a memorable night." 

They clinked glasses and took their first sip. The wine was sweeter than she expected. It went down smoothly and warmed her stomach right away.

"That's some good stuff," Heidi said, swishing her drink.

Tyler agreed. "Let's sit down?"

"Yeah, we should." Heidi put a little sway in her walk as she led him to the couch, knowing that he would be looking. Her silk nightgown hugged her curves in the right way. But it was also short. She suspected that a hint of her ass cheeks in her panties might be visible already. 

Tyler settled himself on one end of the couch, his package more visible after sitting down. Heidi sat in the middle seat.

"So what music do you like?" Heidi asked him. She grabbed the remote for her docking station as she folded her legs under her. 

"Rock. Seventies and eighties era. Like Black Sabbath and Aerosmith. You know those guys?"

"I've heard of them," Heidi said, "but I don't keep them on my playlist, sorry." She grinned as she put on slow, sexy R&B. "This is more my type."

Tyler cocked his ear to listen to the sensual intro and raised an eyebrow to mean he approved. "This is very suggestive, Miss Stream."

Heidi lifted her up her shoulders and smiled cutely. "If you don't like it, Mister Harmon, we can put on Broadway musicals. Or classical music, maybe? These are your only choices."

"I didn't say suggestive was bad. But you can't blame me if I get excited." Tyler gestured towards his lap, where there was now the unmistakeable outline of his hard-on. He was longer and thicker than Heidi had ever imagined.

"I want you to get excited," Heidi said as she slapped his thigh playfully. She pretended to adjust her position as she arched her back and thrust her breasts out, her large nipples outlined on her nightgown. She sighed almost dramatically while rotating her right shoulder.

"Everything okay?" Tyler asked her.

"I have a crick on my shoulder. Desk jobs," she lamented. 

"Ah." Tyler took Heidi's drink from her and put their glasses on the table. "Turn around. I know a thing or two about smoothing out cricks."

She did as told. "Really? How?"

"I'm a sports therapist," he said as he moved closer to her.

"So you're a doctor?"

"My patients do call me that," he answered as he gathered her long hair and put it over her left shoulder. His touch was electric and gave Heidi goosebumps.

"You nervous?" he teased her as he ran a finger along the back of her neck. 

"No," Heidi lied. She was slightly worried about doing or saying anything to turn him off. But all her concerns went out the door when he started to massage her shoulder. 

"That feels really good, doctor," she said.

"'Doctor'?" Tyler laughed. "Are we being formal now?"

"You don't like it, doctor?" 

"I really kind of don't. Feels wrong to be touching a patient like this." He hooked a finger under one of her nightgown straps and pulled it down. 

Heidi's privates started to throb. She glanced at him over her bared shoulder. "I don't think doctors are supposed to do that."

"There's a long list of things I'm not supposed to do to patients." Tyler pulled down the other strap. "By the way, this is going to cost you."

That snapped Heidi out of it. "Is it? How much?" 

Tyler's hands found their way under her nightgown and around her waist. As one moved around to her stomach, the other cupped one of her breasts. "I want the rest of the night," he whispered in her ear.

Heidi inhaled sharply. "Mm-hmm." 

"And," Tyler moved his hand lower to her clit, "I want to do anything to you." 

Heidi gasped. Without thinking about it, she grinded against his fingers. Tyler nibbled on her earlobe as he circled her throbbing button. 

"You're really fucking wet," he said as he pulled away completely.

"No, don't stop," Heidi protested. She turned to see him getting up from the couch, trying and failing to look innocent. His wicked smile was too visible.

"I'm going to get water. Do you want some—" 

Heidi didn't wait for him to finish. She grabbed his waistband with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, loving its turgidity and the way it was lay against his body. Tyler swore under his breath loud enough for Heidi to hear.

"Shirt. Off," Heidi commanded him. 

Wordlessly, Tyler obeyed, revealing a body that looked like it was carved out of marble: wide shoulders and a narrow waist, with arms that could wrestle her onto any position he wanted. He had small areolas, light brown and topped with small, hardened nipples. They looked perfect for licking.

The thought of being pinned under his body sent shivers through Heidi. 

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," she said. 

She took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. But before they reached it, Tyler pushed her up against the wall and kissed her deeply, his tongue forcing entry rather than asking for it. Heidi met him thrust for thrust and was so intent on dominating that she didn't notice her nightgown had been pulled down to a pool around her feet, leaving her full, perky breasts exposed to his hands. He palmed them possessively, running both thumbs across her hardened nipples. Heidi yelped when he pinched one of them, partly from the pain and partly from the pleasure that shot down to her crotch.

His hands wandered down her sides, grasped her tiny waist, and continued down to her hips. He caressed them briefly before moving on towards her butt. After cupping her cheeks, he pulled them apart, making Heidi moan in anticipation. Encouraged, Tyler pulled one of her legs around him and aligned himself with her. 

"Bed," Heidi said, breaking their kiss. 

"Why not here?" Tyler asked. He rubbed the sensitive spot just under her ass, at the very top of her thighs. It tickled and aroused Heidi at the same time. 

"If you insist." 

Heidi unwrapped herself around him and forced Tyler against the wall in her stead. As she knelt before him, she pulled down his sweatpants and underwear in one go, revealing the thickest cock Heidi had ever seen. 

"Fuck," was all she could say. Although Tyler was of average length, she didn't think she could fit him in her mouth with that girth. But she would try.

He was already purple at the tip, so Heidi gave him a lick there, tasting the salty precum that had already gathered. Tyler moaned as he watched her through hooded eyes. Heidi could just barely wrap her hand around his cock. She pumped him once to see how he would react. His hand twitched as if to grab her, either by the hair to pull her closer or by the arm to stand up and fuck, but he stopped himself. 

Satisfied, Heidi licked and sucked his balls enthusiastically as she jacked him off. She ran the tip of her tongue from the base to the tip before swallowing his head, enjoying the feel of something so warm and hard in her mouth. 

"I like it wet," Tyler said. "I don't care about being clean."

Heidi looked at him, eyes crinkled into the best smile she could manage. She hated being clean with blowjobs. 

One, two, three times Heidi took him in her mouth, an inch more than before, and she kept at it until his cock reached the back of her throat and made her gag. She barely made it halfway.

"Um," she said. "I don't think..."

"I don't care if I hear you gag," Tyler said. He grabbed all her hair behind her head. "But use your hands if it's easier."

Heidi nodded. She used her saliva on his dick to lube up the rest of him with her hand. Then she sucked him repeatedly until he ended up taking control and fucking her mouth. Her hands tightened around his cock to keep some form of control. 

Just when she could feel his entire length pulsating, he pulled out of her hand completely. 

"Bed," Tyler said, pulling Heidi up by her arms. 

He followed her into the bedroom, watching the way her heart-shaped ass moved when she walked. Ever since they first met, he wondered how she looked without clothes on. It turned out the real thing was better than his imagination. Her skin was smooth and supple, with a sprinkle of freckles on her shoulders and back where the sun had been on her. Even her legs were longer than he thought. Now he wondered how tightly they would wrap around him when the time came.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, he was on her. He couldn't resist kissing her lips, now red and plump from working on him so much. His hands were everywhere—her hair, her shoulders, her breasts, her waist, her thighs. He lay her on the bed and pulled off her panties, revealing a shaved mound, her swollen clit peeking out from between her lips. It made him pause.

While he rubbed himself one hand, he parted her slit with the other, which made Heidi squirm and try to close her legs. 

"No," he said, gently prying her open. Heidi bit her lip and spread her legs farther apart. She could feel her warm juices flowing down to her ass.

He bent down over her sex and inhaled deeply, her scent so sweet and primal. He licked her from her pussy to her clit, flicking her twice at the top. She even tasted sweet. 

Heidi gasped a little and moved closer to Tyler's mouth. His tongue felt good—rough, but soft, and it hit just the spot that made all her privates ache in a good way. She wanted him to keep doing that forever. 

But Tyler had other things in mind. With both hands, he spread her lips and observed how smooth and pink she was, her wetness making everything glisten by her bedside lamp. To think that the same stuff would soon cover him, too...

He licked her once more, then dove his tongue right into her opening. She was small and tight even now. He tongue-fucked her for a few seconds before pulling out. Then using his index and middle fingers, he went right back in. Involuntarily, Heidi cried out of pleasure and bucked against him. 

Tyler watched her face, taken in by how visibly aroused she was. He put his tongue against her clit and started rubbing her very lightly while fucking her with his fingers. 

Heidi swore under her breath. His touch was so light, yet it spread heat all over her. 

"More," she said. "Put in three."

So Tyler did. As Heidi moaned, he could feel more of her wetness surrounding his fingers and dripping down to her bed. He had to have her.

"Harder," Heidi said.

"No," Tyler told her, pulling out. 

"'No'?" 

He climbed on top of her then, nudging her legs farther apart with his knees. Heidi was almost quivering, partly from fear of his size and partly from her need to orgasm. 

"It's okay, baby," he said, aligning himself with her opening. He kissed her just before he entered, hoping to distract her.

Heidi felt herself stretched beyond her limit—and it was only his head. It was enough to make her tear up and groan through Tyler's kisses. The worst part was that, despite it all, it felt really good. 

Tyler lifted up her right leg and wrapped it around him to make it easier for her. He kissed her neck and ears instead, knowing she was more sensitive there. He entered her slowly and only a little at a time, coating himself with her wetness. Each thrust made Heidi cry out, but by the fifth time, she was doing it purely out of pleasure. Soon, he was sliding in and out of her with ease and he had to do everything in his power to keep from finishing.

"Harder," Heidi begged him. 

"I'll come too soon." He kissed her.

"I don't care. We have the rest of the night, don't we?"

Tyler looked at her then, surprised that she would hold him to it. Not that he was complaining.

"What if I said I want to take my time?"

"Screw that," Heidi said, and she pushed him away from her. Then she got on her elbows and knees and looked at him from behind. "Do me this way."

Tyler took in the most sensual sight he'd seen in a long time. It was all soft curves and exposed flesh just waiting for him to take, but there was something about the vulgarity of her legs spread apart and the gaping hole his dick left in her pussy that made his animal instinct stronger than anything else. 

Without a second thought, Tyler grabbed her by the hips and plunged in. Heidi clenched around him tighter than she did before, causing Tyler to pause for a second. When he started pumping, his balls slapped her clit and his pubis pounded her asshole. Heidi was in high heaven. All she could do was cry out as he repeatedly impaled her on him. She hardly heard the smacking sounds they made against each other.

Tyler reached for her left shoulder as he cupped her right breast. He pinched and pulled her nipples. Suddenly, he was right on top of her, his left hand supporting himself while a finger on his other hand roughly rubbed her. It wasn't long before Heidi felt that familiar sucking motion inside her, a kind of wave that began in her clit and moved towards her pussy—insistent, urgent, and unstoppable. Tyler groaned when he felt her tighten around his cock again and pulled out to cum all over her back as he watched her pussy contract, seemingly empty and hungry.

Heidi collapsed onto her bed with a heavy, satisfied sigh. Tyler laughed. 

"Sorry about your back," he said. "Let me get you a towel." 

"No, don't," Heidi said. "Shower. You're coming with me."



Drop Everything



I've been at the keyboard, god knows how long, when I feel a tap, tap, tap on my shoulder. I blink, rub my eyes, perk up a little when I see you smiling at me, standing with your hands behind your back.

"Brought me food?" I ask.

Small frown, shake of your head.

"Oral sex?"

Pensive look for a moment, another shake of your head.

"Taking me away to the asylum?"

At this, you grab my jaw between the thumb and forefinger of one hand and turn my head so you can lean forward and... Your tongue brushing the outer edge of my ear stops time for a moment. I think it might've drawn a noise, probably a bit of a groan. The sudden sensation in that particular spot along with the turning of my head aside bring a familiar floating sensation. The teasing of your breath in my ear as you whisper doesn't help much either, drawing a whimper, followed by a struggle to pay attention to what's being said instead of the urge to whimper and squirm a lot.

"You will save anything important, and drop everything else and come with Me. And if I hear so much as a word out of you," I can hear the slight smirk here without having to open my eyes and turn to see it, "you will probably enjoy what's coming much less."

I bite my lower lip and nod, hands which never left the keyboard banging out a few quick, probably unnecessary, save commands. At the same time more nibbling on my ear is bringing small, breathless, whimpery moans, your hands are at my neck, the cold metal of a leash's clasp pressing into neck's flesh as you clip it around one of the upper pewter bits of my collar near my throat.

You step back, and I stand and stretch and rub my eyes, though not for very long. I'm interrupted by a tug on my collar as you pull me down enough that you can throw your arms around my neck, bury a hand in my hair and ... stop time again. My lips part at the pressing of your tongue, and it invades, sliding into the warmth of my mouth to run along teeth before darting to my own tongue. I suck lightly as our tongues entwine for a long moment, lost in the pressing of your body to mine, the feeling of the leash leading over my shoulder to where your hand is holding the coils of slack.

After lots of groping, and who knows how much time, you break the kiss and step back a little. I stand, frozen for moment, looking down, eyes closed, recovering my breath. I open my mouth to speak after a moment, and open my eyes a moment after. You're looking at me, head tilted, with a very blank expression on your face.

Oh. Damn. That was close.

My mouth closes, and you smile, pleased. You step closer and pat my head.

"You'd like to crawl when you follow me, wouldn't you?", near whispered, your hand having drifted down to my cheek. I wriggle a bit, and nod once, grinning. I get a gentle pet in response that turns into a light press down. I wouldn't say I sank gracefully, or anything, but I didn't fall to my knees or anything dramatic either. I just get down on all fours and crawl after you. You don't have to coax much to get me to hurry up (luckily for me, probably), especially when it becomes apparent we're headed for the bedroom.

Once inside, you stop and run a hand through my hair before smirking and murmuring, "Up, up, up. Silly boy, wanting to crawl around like a little puppy." I smirk and stand and you look up at me for moment before pulling the collar of my t-shirt out and dropping the leash through.

"You're going to lie down on the bed, which means those clothes are just going to have to come off." you say quietly, smirking at the last. It's been a rule for a while that I'm not allowed to so much as touch our bed while wearing any clothing without your permission. Naked, I can lay down, sit on the edge, whatever I want.

You sit on the edge of the bed and watch me tug my shirt over my head, step out of my socks, and take off my belt, and take off my shorts and boxers. When I'm done I fidget a little, and watch you eye me up and down for a few moments.

After standing up, and looking me over a little more closely, you nip at my jaw before taking the leash just short of where it's clasped to my collar and drag me over to the bed, tying the leash around the headboard so that I can turn my head a little, but I don't have too much wiggling room.

And then it's your turn to undress, and my turn to watch. You take much longer. Tease. Not that I mind, really. 

You sit on my chest and start teasing even more, grinding your pussy down on my chest while talking about various things you're considering doing to me. Most of the time your hands are pinning my wrists down, but occasionally you'll take one of them and run it over a breast, or have me pinch a nipple, sometimes one of mine, sometimes one of yours. I spend most of my time whimpering and moaning at pretty much everything you say, and nodding at the especially good ideas.

After a while, you snort and pinch a nipple, and twist harshly, causing me to whimper and arch my back towards your fingers, "Well, you're not much help. You like everything. Little slut." I love the way you say the last, a small, wry murmur that makes me go warm inside. Though the warmth is blocked at the moment by the sharp pain where you're pulling at my chest.

You tilt your head and watch me wriggle more underneath you for a moment, "Spread your arms." 

When I do, you scoot forward until my shoulders are pinned underneath your legs. I whimper and look up at you, dark eyes wide. You're close enough now that i can smell your arousal. You growl softly, and bury both hands in my hair, scooting forward more till your pussy is just over my face. You hold there for a moment and I wriggle more, trying to lift my head up to taste you, but the hands in my air, and the pinning of my shoulders leaves me immobile.

You growl again, "Lay still." I do after a moment.

You lower yourself onto me very slowly, only teasing once, pulling back a little after you feel my nose brush up against your sex. You sit on my face for a moment, motionless, judging by your moans, i imagine you're enjoying my nose bumping your clit occasionally as I start trying to lap at your pussy, settling for plunging my tongue into your hole and dragging it back out along velvety walls.

And that's how it starts. You begin grinding down on me in time with the rhythm of my tonguing, dragging your clit against my nose as my tongue slides back out of you. I can feel your wetness covering my nose and lips and chin as you fuck down on my face. We're both moaning, though mine are a bit muffled.

You slow down for a few moments, and have me lay my tongue out flat and you mash your clit down it slowly for little while. But then it's back to like before, my tongue sliding up into you, my nose being slid around your slit, being ground against your clit.

It doesn't take long for our rhythm to become more frantic, the grinding of your pussy down on my face becoming harsher, harder, to the point where at times it stifles breathing for a moment here, a moment there. I can't smell or taste or feel much of anything aside from my tongue driving in and out of your clenching entrance, the exquisite taste of your juices on my tongue.

Your moans get much louder, and more guttural too, as you build up to orgasm. Growling at me to close my mouth as you grind down against me one more time before cumming, lifting yourself very slightly away from my face as you cry out. I can feel you trembling and wish desperately to feel your pussy spasming around my tongue. I whimper very loudly as i feel the first few drops of cum trickle down on my nose and lips, wanting desperately to lick my lips, to taste your essence. More cum drips down, getting on a cheek, some on my chin.

You moan happily, sliding your pussy up and down my chest once, before sitting just below my sternum, "Don't move, dear. I want that to dry there. You may wash your face in the morning after I 'reward' you for tonight." I moan softly, eyes still pressed shut, enjoying your weight on my chest, the hand petting my hair, the feel of your cum and juices drying on my cheeks, and nose and lips.

We sleep after that, snuggled together. You leave the leash on, but do retie it to give me a little more slack.



Drop It Like It's Hott



I sit alone at home and my mind begins to drift. The thought of you being near me is exhilarating. I think about the kisses you would give, the way that you'd bite into my skin and how you'd gentle yet forceful in the acts you played against me. I begin to tingle at the thought of your tongue pressed against me with your fingers buried deep inside. I start to get wet at these thoughts and slowly my hand slips down my body. I am wearing only a light robe and my hand glides easily to find the place I am searching for. On it's path, I lightly tweak my nipples, pinching at them until they get hard. I continue my downward journey until my hand is right over my lips. I can feel the heat that is buried beneath. I slowly insert my finger and begin rubbing my clit slowly.

Just as I begin, the phone rings. I answer it and your voice is on the other line. You ask me what I am doing. I tell you that I was just sitting around thinking about you. You ask what I was thinking and I tell you naughty things. I tell you that I was just getting into satisfying myself. You tell me that the thought of me touching myself for you is getting you wett. I ask if you would like to tell me the things you want me to do to myself, while you listen to me doing them and getting myself off. You tell me that you would. You ask me if I am wet for you already and I respond with a whispered yes. You tell me that you want me to play with my breasts. I tell you that I am running my hand over one of them, feeling the hard nipple, pulling at it imaging it is your teeth. I then tell you that I am going to lick and suck at it. I move the phone so that you can hear as I suck at my breast and nipple. You can hear me breathing and notice that it is getting heavier. You can hear the sounds of my mouth on my breast and you can almost imagine the wetness as my tongue and mouth play with my hard nipple. You tell me that you like hearing me and you want me to move my hand down.

You tell me that you can imagine licking my clit, pushing your tongue through my pussy lips to find the sweetness within. I let out a small moan at the thought of your mouth on me. You ask if I like that thought and I tell you it makes me very wet. You tell me that you want me to rest my hand over my pussy. You tell me to not put anything between my lips yet. That you just want my hand to rest there a moment, lightly stroking the flesh. You tell me to run my fingers along my slit, but to still stay outside. I cannot go in until you tell me that I may. You tell me to press a little hard as I do it, so that I can feel the pressure against my clit. I do as you say and I tell you that I want to feel you inside of me. You tell me that I will be able to feel anything I want soon enough. You tell me to slowly put in one finger and push it deep inside of me. You want my finger to get nice and wet. I do so willingly and as I do, you hear me take in a long, deep breath. You tell me to pull out and push in a few times to get my finger nice and drenched. You then tell me to bring it out and up to my clit, that you want me to run that finger around, encircling my clit. You tell me that I should do this slowly and to think of your tongue doing the same to me while I am. You tell me that you want me to bring my fingers to my mouth and suck the juices from them and to describe to you how it tastes. I do so and tell you how it's sweet and that tasting it makes me think of kissing you after you have been eating my pussy. That tasting myself from your lips is one of the sweetest things. You tell me that you love kissing me after tasting me because you love to share such a great flavor with me.

Next you tell me that I should now run two fingers into my wet pussy. You want me to thrust them both in and out, not too fast. I do as I am told and my fingers begin to slide easily from the sweet juices between my legs. You tell me that you want me to run each finger along either side of my clit. To move it up and down, slightly pinching my clit between my fingers as I run them up and down again and again. I start to moan a bit more as my excitement builds. You whisper to me through the phone how you wish you were there to watch me as I played with myself. That you would find it hard to not throw me down and ravage me if you were with me now. I breathe in quick through my teeth at the thought of you just taking me for your own pleasures. You tell me to keep rubbing up and down on my clit with those two slick fingers. Go slowly, you tell me. Be sure to enjoy what you are doing. I tell you that I am and that I am thinking of you taking me, forcefully, to bend to your will.

I continue moving, moaning as I do. You then tell me to slide down and insert three fingers. You tell me to run my fingers so slowly down over my clit as I do, allowing my pussy to consume my fingers as they enter. I ask what you wish of me next. I am starting to breathe even heavier and the sound of my voice, almost at a whisper, makes you want me all the more. You tell me that you want me to push my three fingers in hard and fast and while I am, you want me to rub my clit with them with each inward thrust. I moan even louder as my fingers penetrate my pink flesh over and over. You tell me that hearing me moan like that gets you hot and makes you want to take me from behind, feeling yourself enter me as deeply as you can. Hearing this makes me tell you how I like you taking me, feeling you slide inside and filling me. I tell you how wet I am and that I can hear the sounds of it as my fingers push inward. I ask if you want to hear how it sounds and you simply respond, yes. I move the phone down and continue to bang myself with my fingers. I push in hard and fast and you can hear the sound of my wetness as they move in and out. I bring the phone back to my ear and listen as I can hear you beginning to breathe hard as well. I ask if you need to stop since you are calling me from work and you tell me not to worry, that you will be ok. You say that you want me to add another finger and to continue working my clit with my thumb and I oblige happily. I can feel as the slickness starts to run down towards my ass and I think of how you love to taste me and how you never seem to be able to get enough.

I keep moving in and out, running my thumb around my clit as I do. I ask you if you want me to come yet and you say no, not yet because you want it to last a little longer. You tell me to keep on rubbing and imagine you there with me, watching. That you want me to know how much it would make you want to fuck me hard and fast, until we both came. I keep moaning into the phone at all your words and the feelings emanating from my warm and very wet place. I'm closing my eyes as I imagine you there, watching me with hungering eyes. I continue to move as I listen to your breathing. I think of how good it would be if you were here with me right now. You tell me you want me to make myself cum and you want me to cum hard. You tell me to really go for it, pushing into myself. I keep moaning into the phone and I am beginning to call out your name as I do. You tell me to call out when I am cumming. You tell me to scream out to you as I do. I am getting close and I can feel it building within me. I have my eyes closed and am slamming my fingers in and out of my pussy. I am having a hard time holding onto the phone at this point since my desire and pleasure is really starting to take over me. I feel my insides start to turn and tremble as I am immersed into my orgasm. I call out to you and I am screaming as my hand continues to move in and out. I slow my rhythm and allow myself to relax as my body continues to shake from the massive orgasm.

I lay there a moment, eyes closed, unable to say or do anything. All of a sudden, I feel a hand on my shoulder and as I open my eyes, I see you looking down at me, bending to take a quick nibble of my neck. I smile and ask what you are doing here. You tell me that you got out of work early and decided to come surprise me. You tell me how you watched me as I fingered myself and that now, you are here to take me...

This one is dedicated to "My BeLoved" **Two Stars** You Are My ONE Love Of a LifeTime...I LOVE YOU WITH ALL THAT I AM & MORE...THE SILENT KISS DO IT LONG DO IT DEEP ~ TRUELY A PURE LOVE OF ECSTASY & BLISS XOXO DROP IT LIKE ITS HOTT LiXxX & WeTT KiSSeS All My LoVe ~V~



Drop On By



A Placebo slash fic by elegantdildo.

***

"Always stays the same, nothing ever changes, 
English summer rain, seems to last for ages" 


The sweet, hypnotic voice of Brian wafted throughout the massive crowd-bloated stadium, clearly drowning out the heavy distortion of the instruments being played. I don't know if was just the intensity of performing in front of 16,000 screaming fans, or the satisfying aftershocks you feel after rocking the mob silly… then starting all over again, but there was just something about tonight's performance that seemed to heighten my senses into unfamiliar territory; it was overwhelming. Probably our best performance yet. And there was just something euphoric about performing this particular song; the scattered, pop-electronica inspired beats, the blinding, sprinkled disco-like lighting, and of course that beautiful impish sex God whining into the mike on my left. I really wanted to glance over at Brian, but I didn't dare to break my concentration on my bass. Besides, just the sight of that soft, pallid body would be enough for me to drop my guitar and sigh into the microphone in awe. 

"I'm in the basement; you're in the sky, 
I'm in the basement baby, drop on by" 

Jesus, was that a subtle invitation? I chewed my bottom lip on frustration, trying my goddamn hardest not to look over at him. I hardly had been able to keep my eyes off him throughout the whole performance. He just looked so ludicrously sexy; a true pleasantry to the eye. He knew it too. And the fact that he was dripping in perspiration made him appear even more stunning. Maybe just quick glance… I whipped my head sideways, catching site of him. He was absorbed in working the sampler; moving his small body in measure with the beats. Gorgeousness. 

Impulsively gliding over across the stage to the direction, I passed him and stopped at the opposite side of the table, towering over his small frame. He glanced up at me, piercing me with those bright green kohl lined eyes, whilst still pressed the buttons. God, I wanted him so much right now. The lights shining down from the ceiling brought out his best features; ridiculously long, thick eyelashes and tantalizing fleshy ruby lips. God, how I wanted to taste those lips on my tongue. 

Still gazing up at me, heavily lidded, he stopped working the sampler and fumbled for the cigarette from the ashtray. Eyes still locked on mine, he took the smoke between his thumb and index finger, and brought the tip to his reddened lips. My eyes darkened with lust as he sucked in a big draw, and then exhaled, blowing a cloud of grey smoke in my general direction. My face cracked into a wild smirk as I knew what this indicated; it was directed in the most subtle manner, but Brian was horny. I was quite used to it; he always came looking for me after or midway through an interval. It may hinted as a simple nod of the head, to a surprise make-out against the wall, but either way, it always eventuates into the same outcome. 

I flashed him a grin of acquiescence, discreetly brushing past him as I made my way back the original place on the stage. 

"Close your eyes, and count to ten; 
Fall apart and start again," 

I bit my lip in anticipation, as mental images of what was going to happen very soon played upon my mind. As soon as it hits interval, I'll be working up a hell of a lot more sweat than onstage. And, I assure you ladies and gentleman, that there will no instruments involved. 

Only three more songs to go. 

***

"We fucking rock!" 

I heard Steve's drunken voice roar, overriding the combined noise of the general conversation amongst the crew and band members. I was sitting down on the steps, resting my legs whilst Bill was standing up directly opposite me, rambling on about something to do with broken strings on "Special K." I was barely paying attention, just mumbling a noise of affirmation every so often. I was too busy focusing my gaze on Brian, who was across the room at the dressing table, getting his makeup redone. Whilst Lisa was turned, sorting out the sponges on the dressing table, he glanced over at me, catching my gaze. Our eyes met with burning intensity for a few seconds before the motion of Bill's hand waving in front of my face broke my concentration. 

"Stef, are you listening to me?" 

"Huh?" 

I swatted my eyes back upwards, to the frustrated looking face in front of me. Bill sighed, shaking his head. 

"Look, you have all the time in the world to perve on Brian AFTER THE SHOW, okay, but right now, we have the matter of these strings…" 

My face went beet red at his honest words, and I looked away from him, officially embarrassed. 

"I'm not perving on Brian…" I mumbled, the element of timidity in my voice totally contradicting my argument. Bill's face lit up with disbelief, folding his arms, his expression reading, "Oh really?" I quickly added, 

"Strings… they broke. So what's there to tell?" 

"Well…" he started again, abandoning his previous pending comment, much to my benefit. I tuned out once more, shifting my eyes discreetly past Bill, and back to the place where Brian was before. But alas! He had disappeared. That sneaky little… 

"Damn, he probably gone to get changed… maybe I'll have to wait until the show after all…" I thought, trying not to let out a scream of frustration. 

I was just about to focus my attention back to blabbering Bill, but a figure in the black shadows of the hallway in the distance caught my eye. I needn't think twice to realize who it was; both the white outfit and outrageously large eyes, all shining and bright even in the darkness was enough to confirm it. 

It was just light enough to see him flash me a seductive grin, and being the King of subtlety, affirm his choice of location by one simple nod of the head toward the door on his right. Personally, I don't like the idea of doing it in a public bathroom, but with Brian, I'd do it anywhere. I returned a submissive sign by the raising of an eyebrow. With that, he turned the knob , and all his body disappeared inside, except for a single muscular arm, beckoning me over with the curl of peach-tipped finger. 

That tease. 

Politely informing Bill that I needed to "chuck a piss", with a sudden burst of energy, I rose up from the stair and wove my way through the crowd of the band and crew. Like a puppy being lead on a leash by his master, I followed Brian's footsteps toward the hallway. I briefly glanced back at the crowd as I turned the knob; no one seemed to notice, so I entered with ease.

***

Once inside, pitch black filled my vision. I fumbled for the light switch, but was instead pushed against the wall and greeted with a mouth crushing kiss. Immediately, the familiar taste of alcohol, cigarette and just pure BRIAN invaded my mouth and I feverishly reciprocated, sweeping my tongue over his, eager to explore every inch of that talented little gob. Still kissing him deeply, I flipped our positions, so he was pinned against the wall, and pressed my body harder against his, furthering over combined arousal. 

"Yesss," he hissed as I leant in and licked at the hollows of his taut neck, tasting the warm salty skin on my lips, whilst slipping a hand in between our joined chests. Button by button, I hastily undid his white vest. Knowing I always came prepared; he reached behind me and fumbled for a condom in the back pocket of my jeans. Throwing his vest on the cold floor, he responded, fumbling for the hem of my shirt and sending it over my head. Time was running out and desires were becoming carnal, so once again, I captured his lips, kissing deeply, whilst bringing both my hands down to his stomach, quickly undoing his belt, then zipper, letting both barriers slip easily down his small legs. He assisted, stepping out of the clothing puddle, as well as his shoes. Briefly parting our kiss, he mimicked the same actions I did on him, and within seconds, we were both naked. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him; an electric current whipped throughout my body and up my spine as our bodies fused together in intense contact. 

He nuzzled at my ear, hot breath tickling my skin; 

"How would you like me?" he whispered seductively, coming to meet my face with his own.
"Against the wall, face to face," I commanded, giving him a peck on the lips in return. 

We smiled in unison as he draped his arms around my neck. Using my shoulders as support, he lifted himself up against the wall, wrapping his legs around my torso, holding me near. Freeing one hand, he handed me the tube of lube and in dainty Molko-fashion, tore open the condom packaging with his hands in one graceful motion. I felt a pleasurable twitch in my groin as he sheathed me inside the plastic. I flicked open the cap of the bottle and squirted a generous amount of lube onto three long fingers. 

I loved preparing Brian; it was almost as erotic as the sex itself. 

He breathed raggedly onto my neck as I traced over his pucker, teasing the pulsating ring of muscle momentarily before working a single finger inside him. He gazed up at me with a desperate look in his face that screamed, "I want more!" I inserted another, feeling the spongy interiors pulsating around my fingers. A slight hit of pain filled his face as I entered the third, but was soon washed away as I maneuvered my fingers into a scissoring motion, stretching his delicate inner walls. His breathed came in soft little pants, and fingernails clawed my neck as I increased the speed of finger-fucking him. Once again, I brought my lips to his and his moans were muffled as we engaged in a slow, almost lazy kiss. 

"Mphf… Stef!" he cried, pulling away, "you have to stop… I'm about to…" 

I suppressed a smile, and obeying his command, withdraw my fingers from him. I suppose I did get carried away. He smiled droopily, resting his forehead against mine, panting heavily. 

"Fuck me," he breathed, wrapping his short legs tighter around me, "Fuck… me…" 

***

I lined up my erection to his entrance, and keeping my eyes locked on his, pushed foreword, slowly penetrating him. Fingernails clawed at my neck like an eagle as I slid smoothly inside. 

"Ahhh…" he shuddered into me, closing his eyes, biting his lip. He wriggled momentarily, molding himself around me. As he was getting used to me, I couldn't help but lean forward and give him a quick but tender kiss on the lips. The feeling of being inside Brian was almost overwhelming; he felt so good, so tight. 

Giving a few moments to adjust to the familiar, gorgeous sensation, he finally gazed back up at me and gave a weak smile. I knew it was alright then. Setting the pace, I started to thrust upwards, slowly against his petite frame. I knew how Brian liked it; slow but deep. Every prolonged thrust, filling him with all I had repeatedly, drew a mixed sound from him. Gaining leverage, I took hold of his hips, making my thrusts deeper, pushing him further up the wall. He let out a strangled sound cross between a squeal and groan as our hot bodies bumped and grinded together in an aggressive rhythm. 

Even in the dark, he looked a picture of true beauty; with bottomless aqua eyes gazing off into oblivion, black locks plastered into his perspired forehead, mouth pulled into a little "o" shape. He looked like he was off into his own world, hypnotized. Clearly enjoying the ride… literally. 

Little beads of sweat were running down my face and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer; Brian didn't look like was either. I hadn't even touched his cock the whole time, and I knew that this probably wouldn't be necessary, considering what I was about to do next… 

"Bri," I choked, alerting his attention, "shift down a bit baby…" 

Following my instructions, he wriggled his lower body down the wall coming to meet his face with mine. I arched my lower back slightly and forcefully thrust foreword, my hardiness precisely hitting against his most sensitive spot. His eyes shot wide open, and he froze, gawking at me. So I did it again. He whimpered as his whole body tensed up, leaning his head back against the wall, face pulled into an expression to represented utter pleasure. I knew it would only one more time to set him off, as well as myself, so I withdrew almost completely, except for the tip, and wham, in one intense motion, I plunged deep inside him, hitting hard against his prostate. 

"Ahhhh!" he cried loudly, as we collapsed into a joint orgasm, shuddering into each other in dual ecstasy. 

Moments later, Brian's warm cum spilled over my stomach, as I let out a bucket load in Brian. Five long, hard bursts... it felt so good and lasted for fucking ages. 

Naturally, but unfortunately, our climaxes came to a finish. A weak, lazy smile formed on his face as I felt his interiors dilate, returning to their normal shape. I lingered inside him for a few more moments, getting my breath back, before slowly withdrawing. He released his legs from around my waist and stood up with wobbling knees, and leant against the wall, wiping his perspired forehead. As I reached down, ridding myself from the condom, I felt another pair of eyes on my, well, down there. A small giggle escaped his mouth. 

"What?" I said, smiling bashfully. 

He glanced up at me, then back down, then back up again to my face. 

"You're in the sky…" he said grinning, tilting his head toward my, well, you know. 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, smirking, as I retrieved my pants from the floor. 

"Brian!? Stef!?" 

The muffled voice of Xav cut through the air, jolting us out of the afterglow, back to reality. 

"Seven minutes!" 

We both exchanged worried glances and frantically grabbed our puddle of clothes from the floor. As fast as lightning, we both hastily got dressed, and as per usual, I waited for Brian to go out first. Just when he was about to disappear out the door, he turned, with that trademark smile plastered all over his glowing face. 

"Thank you," he whispered, his flushed cheeks and swollen red lips now evident in the lights. 

I winked right back at him; 

"Anytime…" 

*** 

FINI



Drop That Towel!



I was always a paper-pushing professional all my life. I had been an above-average student in school and was fortunate enough to land myself a well-paying job after the university. The job permitted me a lot of travel. That said, I would imagine that my life was what many people would consider as boring. For one thing, I wasn't a very outgoing person. I preferred to keep alone and lose myself in work. While my buddies in the office headed out to the bars and clubs after finishing up for the day, I preferred to work out my frustrations at the local gym. I guess my friends would tell you that I liked to live a quiet life.

I had no idea how much all that would change after what happened to me a few months ago, at a beach resort late one night. 

xxx

I was in a fix and I knew it. 

At that time, I was on a business trip and the client had booked me in a sumptuous tropical resort in Southeast Asia. I had my own villa to myself, overlooking lush green gardens beside the sea. 

Somehow, I managed to lock myself out of my villa wearing only a bath towel. How it happened, don't ask me. Let's just say that I can be quite stupid at times. I guess, anyone can, at one time or another.

If this were just an ordinary hotel, I'd just look for the in-floor intercom and ask for a spare key to be brought up to me. Unfortunately this was an outdoor resort and the front desk was about a kilometer away. This, plus the fact that it was about two o'clock in the morning, made me decide against walking to the reception lodge to ask for a spare key. 

I knew that the adjoining villa was occupied, so I took the chance of asking for help there. The lights were still shining out the windows of the front room, so there was a chance that the occupant was still awake. 

I rang the bell and a woman opened the door. All at once, I recognized her. She was staying here at the resort by her lonesome self and I remember running into her at the buffet table at lunch. I don't normally stare at women openly as I consider this a breach of etiquette but I could not help but glance at her with admiration when she passed by with a plate heaped with seafood. Her lithe, slim form was certainly set off wonderfully by the lavender sarong wrap she wore. Her lavender wrap left her arms and the upper slopes of her breasts bare, and I could not help but imagine how smooth her soft, creamy skin must feel. I could tell she noticed I was admiring her by the look that passed upon her face at that moment. What I could not tell was how she would have felt if she discovered that I was busy staring at what was beneath her wrap and just wondering how sexy she must be in the nude.

The memory of our earlier encounter faded away and I found myself before her once more, this time, in much altered circumstances. She was petite, fair skinned and blessed with a pretty, slim figure. Others would describe her as almost elfin but for the delightfully large breasts which, though surprising for a woman of her build, only made her appear even more desirable. She had beautiful almond shaped eyes, the kind you'd describe as cat-shaped. Tonight, she was wearing a long lavender nightshirt that barely reached until her thighs. By the looks of it, I was willing to bet she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Somehow, I wondered if lavender was her favorite color. Taking in the sight of her smooth shapely legs, silky thighs and just a hint of her bare breasts under the nightshirt caused my penis to twitch ever-so-slightly. I instinctively fumbled with the towel to hide my reaction, embarrassing as it was under the circumstances.

"Yes?" she asked, after opening the door just a bit. 

"I uh, I'm sorry." I managed to stammer. "But I seem to have locked myself out of my villa without my key. I was wondering if I could use your phone to call reception and ask for a spare one to be brought here?"

I was beginning to get rather flustered and embarrassed, standing clad solely in a towel at two in the morning before a very attractive stranger. The cool evening breeze whipped by and stirred the towel. It was a good thing that I consciously maintained my grip on it, as the last thing I needed was to have more of me exposed against my will. I wanted to get out of the outdoors as I could feel the cool evening breeze caressing my bare legs, my behind, and my excitable cock which was hanging loose underneath its only covering. Standing there, I absently hoped the wind would quiet down even for a moment. I was very conscious of the fact that my cock was no longer quietly flaccid but was now filling up, and becoming a bit larger. I felt a warm glow spreading from my groin and I knew that an embarrassing bulge was due to show any moment below the waistband of my towel.

She just stared at me in that peculiar way of hers for about a few seconds. Then, the seconds lengthened appreciably without her giving me a response, save for that quaint expression in her pretty face. It was getting pretty awkward and I was beginning to think it was a bad idea coming here. I started to consider trying another villa down the lane, although the next ones were quite a walk away. Maybe I could move along the bushes in the gardens of the resort grounds to avoid running into anyone unnecessarily.

I noticed that she had a way of staring at me with those deep all-so-attractive eyes, a way which I could only describe as mysterious and intriguing. I then had this uncomfortable feeling that she was sizing me up, almost as if she was trying to get a view of what the rest of me looked like under the towel. Deny it as I might, I had to admit that being under her scrutiny in my present state of undress aroused me somewhat. This caused my dick to harden even just a wee bit more, very much against my will, making me clutch the towel even tighter around my midriff. I knew for sure that a tell-tale bulge was now forming between my legs.

"Sure, come on in," she said with a smile; or more exactly, a cat-like smile.

"Thanks" I answered with a sigh of relief, entering into her villa. At the same time, I suppressed a sudden notion that I was a little mouse being led into a vixen's parlor.

Her villa's layout was identical to mine, one large bedroom which also doubled as a living room and a door to the rear leading to a generous toilet and bath. Her bed was turned down and only a pair of dim lampshades was on. The large French windows affording a picturesque view of the resort were open, the curtains drawn to the sides. 

"Now if I could just -" I began while walking to the phone on the bedroom dresser. I noticed the air-conditioning was turned up and it was quite chilly. My skin was already breaking out into gooseflesh as I am pretty sensitive to cold. I never got to finish my sentence as she suddenly spoke, interrupting me.

"It isn't working," she said. 

"I'm sorry?" I answered.

"It isn't working. I have a card key that makes it work." she replied. At the same time, I saw her lean against the front door, closing it shut. I heard the automatic lock click home. 

"Of course, I can get it working in a second," she said. "That is, provided you're prepared to cooperate."

"I'm afraid I don't understand," I said. 

By this time, I was standing in the center of the room a few feet away from her bed. The bedroom dresser was to my left and a glance showed me a large mirror capturing a full-body view of myself wrapped in the towel. I unconsciously admired the image that stared back at me. Spending time in the gym despite my busy work schedule kept me trim. I also noticed another large oval mirror near the bathroom door where again, I was exposed to full view, this time from the rear end. Mirrors, mirrors everywhere, it seemed. 

"Its simple," she explained, still cat-smiling me while settling down on the easy chair next to the doorway. "You want something I have, and I am willing to let you have it. All you have to do convince me."

I was beginning to develop a bad feeling about this but I went on with it anyway. Under the circumstances, what other better choice did I have? 

"All right then," I said sarcastically. "What should I do to let you let me use your key to call front desk? I'd pay you to let me use your key but as you can see I left behind my pants and my wallet is in my pants." 

I was getting rather cold and bothered. Standing around in nothing but a towel, having a conversation with a stranger at two in the morning was not exactly my idea of fun even with a stranger this attractive and appealing.

"Simple," she said. "For starters, I want you to drop that towel." 

"What?" I blurted out in a loud voice, with much indignation.

"You heard me. Take that towel off. I want to see those parts you're hiding under that sheet." 

She then paused for a few seconds and licked her sensuous full lips.

"I want you naked."

"This is ridiculous!" I objected forcefully. "I don't have to put up with this crap". 

"Sure you don't," she said still cat smiling me. She was obviously enjoying this.

"You can leave now if you want," she continued. "Go ahead, I'm sure you'll enjoy taking a stroll in the dark in just a towel. It's really up to you. Of course, no telling what kind of maniac you'll run into out there at this time," she added, running another glance across my body, sizing me up from head to toe. 

I had to admit she had me there. All the while this was happening; I fought to suppress this irrational feeling that the whole situation was provoking within me. As if on cue, my uncooperative cock gave yet another twitch under the sheet as if in acknowledgment of how sexy this was turning out to be. Still, I decided then and there to play along with her gag if only to get this whole charade over and done with. I had a meeting in a few hours and the clients were coming in from Malaysia. I needed my rest to be in top form.

"Fine," I sighed. 

"You win," I added with a smile that I hoped would placate her and thus defuse the situation.

"Hold on a minute," she said.

"Now what?" I asked, puzzled. 

She stood up and went to the wall switch. She turned a circular knob and the villa's interior lights lit up. All of a sudden I was bathed in harsh bright lights from the powerful interior lamps found in the ceiling above me. I knew the interior of this place was now even more visible in the darkness outside for hundreds of meters around. With growing alarm and apprehension, I knew that with the windows open and the villa's lights shining at their brightest, anything that went on inside was open to public view for what seemed like miles around. No telling who could be watching what was going on now.

"Let's just say I don't want the view spoiled," she said with a slight giggle, while resuming her seat. Again, much as I hated to admit it, her giggle turned me on even more. Nonetheless, given that I was fast losing control of things at the moment, this was certainly the very last thing I needed.

"But the windows are all open---," I began without finishing as in that instant, I saw myself caught stark naked under the lamps. I knew with certitude that all the bright lights would only emphasize my nudity and wouldn't help one bit in preserving my steadily eroding modesty. 

"Please," I pleaded desperately while looking down at the towel I clutched dearly to my body, "with all the lights on, anyone can easily see me, and I'll be wearing nothing." I had suddenly realized just how truly exposed I was. 

"Not my problem," she answered coldly. "Now quit stalling." 

I could feel the tension in the air. I could see she was breathing deeply while talking. Absently, I noted how her luscious breasts delightfully bobbed up and down, in time with her breathing. Her nipples, surprisingly large for a small framed woman were beginning to prickle and harden, pushing up against the cotton fabric of her nightshirt. Her eyes burned with an unmistakable spark of vulgar lust. Although it was cold, I also felt a warm flush spreading across my skin. 

"Now drop it," she commanded with deadly finality. 

"I want to see everything....," she added, leaving her words to trail off into silence. 

"I want you naked," she commanded me, speaking out each word slowly. It was as if speaking those words were enough to strip me of my towel.

My mind raced frantically, but I knew there was nothing else I could do. 

Get it over and done with, I thought. 

Grabbing the edge of the sheet at my waist, I summoned up all my resolve to do what I had to do next. I took a deep breath and pulled the towel open, baring my nude hips, my thighs and my tool which now jutted forward, erecting swiftly as it was hardly so flaccid anymore. I saw her eyes hungrily sweep over my bared body, as she nodded to herself. To my intense dismay, I saw her unflinching gaze descend upon my exposed member displayed rudely a few feet before her eyes. My cock twitched like a captive little bird as I felt it imprisoned by her hungry gaze.

"Go on," she said coldly. 

With a sigh of resignation, I let go of the sheet and the towel dropped to the floor. 

Finally, it was done. I was intensely conscious of the fact that I was forced to disrobe for the sole amusement of a complete stranger. Before this night, I had always lived a quiet life, if a bit unassuming, contented with the practice of my rather boring profession. All that appears to have changed in a moment as I now felt like a male stripper, posing nude and sexy beneath the stage lights before a discriminating one-woman audience. Although I was awash with shame I also found it hard to deny that the whole situation aroused me in a way I could never have imagined before.

I was now standing stripped and bared in a lovely stranger's house. I was intensely conscious of the fact that I was openly exhibiting my nakedness for the amusement of this mysterious and alluring stranger. I felt myself blushing uncontrollably. I felt a warm flush building from the center of my being, rushing down from my cheeks down to my chest, to my arms, down to my abdomen, to my thighs, my bare ass, and finally into my steadily inflaming cock. Finally freed of its covering, my uncovered shaft was rapidly erecting with arousal, throbbing hotly amidst my exquisitely passionate shame. 

As I glanced sideways, my breath suddenly caught at my throat upon seeing the image that confronted me in the bedroom dresser mirror. For a moment I failed to recognize the dark-haired man blessed with a hard, trim figure and a boyish smiling face which showed him younger than his real age. I saw myself standing stark naked under the hot glare of the lights, naked upon the behest of a beautiful and mysterious watcher. My reflection stared back at me and I saw just how flustered I was at having been compelled against my will to exhibit my nudity in the most helpless manner before this woman's lascivious and amused scrutiny. Despite all this, I was hotly aroused by the delicious sight was I presented with.

I could tell that my captor was in throes of arousal as well, by the way she kept fidgeting and crossing her smooth legs. Her hand went down unnoticed between her thighs and I could see that she had thrust her fingers into her cunt, which I knew would now be hotly spilling out her love juices. She was obviously savoring every single moment of her hold upon me, as well as my shamed nakedness, drawing out the pleasure it was provoking between both of us. 

"I remember you staring at me at the buffet table," she mused, without taking her eyes off my standing, throbbing cock. 

"Do you know that I knew what was going through your mind at that moment?" she asked me with a thin cruel smile on her lips. 

"Oh, I knew you were imagining me without my clothes on," she continued. "I knew that you were imagining what I looked like without my clothes on. Men, after all, can be so predictable." 

"I guess the tables have turned this time. So how does it feel to be caught with your pants down?" she jested. "Come to think of it, I was also wondering to myself how you would look stripped to your skin when I saw you today. For a while, I only thought I'd be imagining you. Of course, now, I have to admit nothing beats seeing a man like you in the flesh." 

"All your fleshy nakedness at that," she could not help but add, with a snicker. 

The intensity of her lascivious stare was so palpable, I could almost feel it. The effect was as though she was lewdly running her hands across my nude limbs and caressing most my intimate parts - my excitable cock and my bared buttocks. I could see her nipples under the nightshirt standing in stark relief upon her full delightful breasts. As she wrapped her smooth fair legs on the side of the chair, I saw her nightshirt hike upwards. I caught a glimpse of skimpy black panties and knew that she had kept herself shaved and waxed, as the smooth hairless triangle in the center of her silky thighs was wet through, staining the stretched black fabric of her thong. As if affording me a better view of her nether parts, she raised one leg before her, leaning on her knee, lending me a view of her sheer panties which barely covered that part where her buttock met her smooth inner thighs. Even in my distressed state, I noticed that the thong she was wearing left the creamy cheek of her left buttock quite nude.

The sight of her like this was almost too much for me. I was alarmed to see my dick now standing stiffly, my erection wildly uncontrollable. There could be no doubt that my cock was now fully erect. Instinctively, my hands went to my front as I strove to cover my exposed and throbbing cock and balls. In so doing, I inadvertently turned to my left side and saw the window wide open. God knows how many people were now seeing me in the nude, clutching my hotly erect shaft. My gaze fell to the dresser mirror and I was greeted by what was reflected in turn from the oval mirror at my rear. It appears that as much as I was exposed from the front and sides, another view of my nakedness was captured from the rear as I glimpsed a reflection of my bare shoulders and back arcing down, muscles bunching and the nude cheeks of my bared behind flexing as I strove in vain to somehow hide my vulnerable aroused sex from my beautiful tormentor. Irrationally, I felt at that time that in doing this, I would be salvaging something out of my crushed modesty and regaining some form of control – anything, at all, from this situation.

Alas, I had passed the point of no return - my tool was already too stiff, its shaft throbbing and aroused and its tip, all swollen and smooth. I couldn't have covered my erection with my hands no matter how I tried. 

"Right," she said so suddenly, I almost jumped. "Take a man's pants off and he always tries to hide his pecker." 

She grinned and, reaching out behind her, threw something that landed at my feet. It looked like a blindfold, the sort of cloth cover for your eyes they give out on long airline flights to help passengers get to sleep. 

"Put it on" she commanded.

I bent down hastily and placed the blindfold over my eyes. Now I couldn't see anything. Then, as my hands went back down to shield my cock, I heard her say sharply, "Forget that."

"No use changing what I've seen already. Unless you want me to push you out now ...," she added, trailing off ominously. I suddenly had a vision of myself stumbling around outside her villa wearing nothing but a blindfold.

I was now completely in the dark but my other senses were screaming hyperactively. I could smell her hot, pungent fragrance, brought about by arousal. In turn, this added to my rising arousal too. My skin was alternately prickling up with the cold and flushing with shame and tension. I could hear her moving about in the chair. 

"Stand up straight!" she demanded. "Now put your hands on the sides with your palms out."




Drop That Towel!



Being in this position uncomfortably reminded me of being a slave on the auction block. 

"Now put your arms behind your head." She commanded.

I did this, feeling even more vulnerable. I was in such a compromising position that she could see every naked inch of me. All she had to do was reach out and toy with any part of me she wanted as I was completely in her power. I truly was her naked plaything at this moment.

"Now turn to the right... slowly," she instructed, and I pivoted, breathing heavily. I could hear her breathing just as deeply in tune with me. I was conscious that I was now sweating heavily. The tension and the heat generated by the bright lights were making beads of perspiration form on my chest, my armpits, and my back. I knew my nude skin was beginning to glisten with a shiny sheen as if it were oiled. I felt a drop of sweat roll across my bare back and trickle down my buttock, tickling me and causing me to break out in gooseflesh. Being blindfolded, made me hypersensitive so that my flesh became acute to any touch. I even felt a drop of perspiration land on my outstretched cock, which was now standing stiff and hard. 

Another sexy treat for my pretty voyeur, I thought to myself, sighing deeply. I hoped she was getting a thrill watching me perform as her private sex-slave, I reflected bitterly. 

"Now I want to see the other side," she said. "Turn around. I want to see that nice ass of yours." 

I was now facing the other way, and this time, it was the rear portions of my body that were nakedly exposed to her view. A lady trainer at the gym once said I had a nice butt, after all those long afternoons spent keeping myself trim. I was now conscious of the fact that that same very butt was presented and bared, this time for the amusement of another woman. 

"Nice," she observed. "Now spread your legs." 

Apparently displeased that I moved too slowly, she said sharply, "Wider! Much wider! That's better, now kneel." 

I had no choice but to comply. I could only imagine the insides of my buttocks with its shining sheen of sweat spread out before her as I stretched my legs and knelt in a position of awkward exposure. 

A few moments passed and I felt something cold and metallic close upon both my wrists, causing me to panic for a moment. I heard the sharp snap of a lock clicking shut. Handcuffs! She cuffed me with my hands locked solid behind me head. 

"Now be nice," she whispered softly. "I have a gun here. Displease me and I think you know what part of you I'll shoot first." This caused me to quiet down swiftly. I felt my balls retract a little bit and my engorged cock thankfully lost some of its hardness. 

I could hear her voice sounding from in front of me now. I could only imagine her staring down haughtily at me taking in the full frontal view of my helpless nudity. I must have presented quite a spectacle being totally bared, blindfolded and restrained, my legs spread wide with my naked sex erect and rudely exposed. I groaned as my cock began to stiffen up again. Now it seemed my erection was even more intense than it was a few minutes ago. 

Won't this ever end? I thought. 

"Now get up," she commanded me. 

I stood up in a daze and emitted a high-pitched gasp upon feeling her fingers close upon my nakedly stiff tool. Gripping my poor throbbing cock, she pulled me towards the bed as I followed the sound of her voice. I felt the silk bedclothes on my bare thighs. 

"That's it, get on the bed and spread your legs once more," she said.

I felt something tight fasten on my right ankle and almost lost my balance as my right leg was pulled taught away from my body. The same thing happened to my left leg. After this, I knew I was lying on my back with my both my legs spread wide open while my arms still restrained behind my head. The best I could do was to try to relax my arms and lie down on my back to avoid a cramp developing on my arms and shoulders. 

Then, suddenly, the blindfold came off, leaving me blinking in the harsh glare of the lights.

She was standing in front of me, smiling and admiring her handiwork looking for all the world like a tigress before her helpless victim. 

Still keeping eye contact with me, she reached below the hem of her nightshirt and placed her fingers under it. She then began to ease down her black thong, slowly, inch by inch across her rounded, creamy hips. Her thong slid down her silky smooth thighs, and still further down, until they were off. As she did this, I saw her smooth shaved crotch and her moist, hungry slit. 

This served to arouse my now very angry cock which stood up even straighter, although I couldn't imagine how much more erect it possibly could get. I thought that this was perhaps the largest erection I ever had in my life. 

When I looked back up at her, I saw that she had produced a slim, light camera and began to take snapshots of me in all my bared and aroused shame, giving special attention to my erect and throbbing cock. My position afforded me a delicious view of my shaven thighs spread wide apart. By raising my head off the bed, I could just see my groin, which I customarily kept shaved and hairless, now covered in a shiny sheen of sweat. From where she stood, the view that my outstretched thighs presented was an appropriate stage from the smooth center of my nakedness, where my throbbing cock was rooted, standing upright and straight, like a flagpole emplaced upon a bald hill. I shivered deliciously as I thought of how those pictures she was taking of my most intimate parts must look.

Putting the camera away, she began to move forward, sensuously like a snake, all the while cat-smiling me. I felt too much like a she-predator's naked prey, helpless in the moments before she pounces to devour him completely. I saw her settle her gaze once more upon my quivering nude cock and heaved an involuntary sigh. I could almost swear my exposed sex was radiating white heat from the intensity of her unflinching gaze. 

"Please," I stammered breathlessly. "Please don't. Haven't you had enough?"

It was as if I hadn't spoken at all, as all of a sudden, I lost sight of her face as she appeared to bow down over my exposed crotch. A groan of pleasure escaped me as I felt a gentle, fluttering sensation on the excited tip of my cock. I now realized she was blowing gently upon tip of my quivering, dick. Her hot breath caressed the shiny tip of my engorged tool and this only heightened the feeling of intense helplessness on top of my intense humiliation. Very soon, I could feel my balls throbbing and tightening. I was alarmed as this was a sure sign that my angry aroused cock was just about ready to shoot out its' creamy hot load. Very soon, I feared I would be helplessly spurting my thick cum on the bed sheets.

Then, without warning, her full lips descended upon my captive dick, causing me to arch my back as a wave of pleasure hit me. She lightly flicked the smooth full cap at its end with her tongue, savoring the frenzied effect it was provoking in me. Her tongue became yet another weapon used in subduing me, her naked captive, as, like some living thing with a will of its own, it began a tantalizing journey across my aching, throbbing shaft, down my shaved groin, up my smoothened thighs, and across my bared midriff. 

My nipples received special attention as she nibbled at them until they were two rock hard points. In turn, I saw her large nipples standing out in stark relief under her clinging nightshirt and smelled her aroused desire from her wet pussy. I knew that by now she was also on the verge of coming. 

Suddenly, she straightened up and grabbed handfuls of her nightshirt. She drew the clinging garment above her head in one furious motion and threw it aside. Then, she knelt before me, finally stripped and burning with naked lust. In a daze, I drank in the sight of her delightfully luscious breasts swaying to the rhythm of her breathing. Her crinkled large nipples were twin hard brown points, blooming in arousal. Her hips curved out deliciously and swayed sexily with her movements. Below all that was her hairless crotch, exposing her nude, smooth pussy, moist and smelling heavily of sex.

Every part of her was flawless, smooth and creamy. I ached to burst my bonds and run my fingers and tongue across her beautiful naked body, over her silky flawless skin, and into her cunt and ass; yet I was powerless to do this. My massive cock was raring to bury itself into her hungry wet cunt and discharge its massive load, yet I was restrained. 

Instead, she slithered onto me and rubbed her smooth naked skin across my restrained limbs, enjoying the intense arousal it was provoking in our bodies, the predator and prey. She took her time running her bared breasts across my exposed chest, down my midriff and finally across my nude, throbbing cock. 

"Please," I pleaded breathlessly. "I can't hold it in anymore. I'm going to come..." 

Yet she still appeared not to hear me, but continued to toy with my hot restrained body. My heart was thumping uncontrollably and I could feel a red-hot pulse echoing throughout my being. 

After what seemed like an eternity, I could feel her shifting position, sitting up on my stomach and moving downwards, straddling me. She eased herself on my throbbing, erect cock, which she had earlier left standing lewdly and stiff, naked for the entire world to see. I felt shame and arousal at the notion that my ongoing humiliation and restrained seduction was being witnessed by dozens of delighted onlookers. 

"Your- your name?" she demanded urgently, breathing in hot gasps. 

When my dazed mind could not respond, she wrung the answer from me by clutching my throbbing balls in a desperate grip. I felt a stab of pain in my balls and this spurred me on to even greater excitement.

"Robert", I managed to blurt out breathlessly just as she lowered herself fully into me. "It's Robert...," I gasped out loud just as my hips were beginning to pump upward with much urgency.

I felt my throbbing, angry cock being enveloped in a tight, sticky and hot grasp. I was gasping for breath as I felt her pussy tightening around my shaft, squeezing in it a slippery grip.

"Oh, oooohh!" I moaned with delirious pleasure. I had never, ever, in my whole life been so delightfully fucked before by a woman while being helplessly restrained to her bed. 

By now, my cock was firmly ensconced within my wanton tormentor's cunt, as she rode me, moving up and down, faster and faster. I was thrilled to feel my erect, hardened shaft sliding hotly and deliciously within her wet, hungry cunt. My balls tightened as my ass muscles flexed, and I knew I was seconds from coming. 

I arched my back sharply, lifting myself and her both off the bed as my cock spurted its massive load of sticky hot cum into her hungry throbbing cunt. At that instant, she also climaxed in the throes of a blindingly hot sexual release. Dimly, I was conscious of pumping out load after load of sticky white cum that flooded over and spilled out of her hungry wet cunt.

That turned out to be the first of many hot orgasms we inflicted on one another in the course of that evening. 

xxx

I awoke to the sound and feel of a beautiful naked woman sleeping the tired sleep of sex beside me. In the course of the evening, I was untied and uncuffed, finally set free to explore and enjoy the heavenly, smooth body of my one-time tormentor to the fullest. It was daylight outside but the window drapes were drawn. I knew I would miss my meeting with the client today but somehow I knew I could find a way out of it and frankly, I didn't really care. 

Then, she woke up and turned to me, giving me that oh-so-intriguing cat smile from those alluring almond shaped eyes. 

"The key is on the dresser anytime you want to make your call," she said.

"Thanks," I answered, smiling. I'd do anything for that smile. 

"I'll make that call as soon as I can find my towel," I said idly, remembering that I came to her villa dressed only in that one little sheet. I looked around but it wasn't anywhere in sight.

"I can't seem to find it," I said while standing up from beside the bed in nothing but my skin.

"Well, if you convince me to let you, I'll lend you a bathrobe," she replied with an intriguing look on her pretty face. 

Seeing the look on my face, she added, "Its Nika. My name is Nika."

Somehow, I had a feeling I'd have to work double hard in convincing Nika to lend me that bathrobe. Either that or I'd have to go fetch my spare key from the reception villa in the nude.



Drop The Towel



It was six on a Sunday morning when Liz and Mike were wakened by the phone. Mike supplied a few choice words and left it for Liz. This practically guaranteed the call would be for him.

With a few more choice words Mike took the phone from Liz and snarled into it. Liz heard him give a few grunts and a sigh. Hanging up, Mike stretched and headed towards the en suite. 

"That storm last night had caused damage all over the place. Boss says the phone is going crazy and he needs me in there now. There're a lot of people willing to pay Sunday rates to get things fixed now. I'll probably be out all day."

Liz sleepily sympathised and snuggled back under the blankets. It's an ill wind, she thought. Mike would get some decent overtime and she'd get to sleep in.

Just before he left Mike paused and went back to the bedroom.

"Hey, Liz," he said. "I was expecting Andy over sometime today. Apologise for me and tell him I got called in."

Liz grunted and went back to sleep.

Sunday, alone and lazy, it was after ten when Liz finally stirred and rose. She enjoyed a leisurely shower and a chance to shave without being in a rush. Finishing up with rubbing oil onto herself, Liz was ready to get dressed when the doorbell rang.

"Who the hell?" she muttered, half deciding to ignore the bell when she recalled Mike's parting words. "Bloody Andy," she decided. "Impeccable timing."

Liz grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself as she went to chase Andy away.

"Andy," she greeted him grumpily. "Mike got called into work. He'll be gone all day. He said to say sorry."

Belatedly, Liz noticed the way Andy was looking at her. She cursed not taking the extra couple of seconds to grab a dressing ground. Even so she was startled when Andy spoke.

"A hundred dollars if you drop that towel," he said.

Liz couldn't help herself. She giggled.

"Oh, come on, Andy," she said. "Do you seriously expect me to fall for that old line? You probably owe Mike a hundred. And what do think he'd say if I did?"

"Well, I assume you wouldn't tell him or he'd want a cut of the money. And I don't owe Mike anything. The reason I came over was because he wanted me to lend him my drill."

Andy indicated the tool box lying at his feet. Then he pulled out his wallet and extracted two fifties.

"Easy money," he murmured, waving the notes gently. "Just fancy. You can get some new shoes without having to run to Mike. Maybe the hairdressers or some perfume."

Liz bit her lip. He was right, easy money. If he paid it, that was. All she had to do was flash him. What harm? 

"Money first," Liz said.

Andy nodded. Bending down he picked up the tool box and stepped into the house.

"No use letting any passers-by see, now is there?" he murmured, passing over the hundred and giving the door a nudge to close it.

Liz reached for the money, but Andy held tight for a second.

"You're not going to take it and then back off?" he suggested.

Liz blushed. "Of course not," she snapped.

Andy grinned and let go the money, which Liz promptly put in the drawer of the small hall table. Swallowing, she turned back to face Andy, letting the towel fall. She found she received an excited little kick low in her stomach at the appreciation plain on Andy's face. She didn't even object when he twirled a finger, suggesting that she turn around.

Smirking to herself Liz did a slow three sixty turn, letting Andy have a full view. Easy money in her opinion.

"Very nice," said Andy. "Very nice, indeed. I'm going to enjoy this."

Enjoy what, thought a startled Liz, who quickly became a shocked Liz when she saw that Andy was unbuckling his belt.

"Hold on," she gasped. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting ready to get my money's worth," said Andy innocently.

"Oh, no," Liz objected. "Drop the towel is what we agreed to. That's all."

"Now, Liz, what do you really think a man is saying when he offers you a hundred to take your clothes off? You know damn well what I meant and you agreed."

"No, I bloody didn't. You said towel and I thought that was all. I wasn't agreeing to anything else and you bloody know it."

"And that's why your nipples are standing to attention like good little soldiers, begging to be touched," pointed out Andy, following through on this comment by touching.

Liz hastily moved away from Andy's touch, finding out a little too late that she had nowhere to move to. She was hard up against a wall and all she could do was watch while Andy took firm hold of her breast, squeezing it slightly while he rubbed her nipple with his thumb. Her very sensitive and eager nipple, she found, as little ripples of pleasure came from it.

"Andy, I'm serious," she started, only to be interrupted.

"So am I, Liz," Andy assured her, and she jumped as his free hand slid over her tummy and down across her mound.

Feeling Andy pressing closer to her, Liz knew just what was now pressing against her lower stomach. She tried to edge her legs closer together to deny Andy access, but her legs didn't seem to be listening to what she said. They stayed obstinately apart, letting Andy's hand slip between them, caressing her intimately.

Raising her hands, Liz pushed forcefully against Andy's chest, only to find her hands were clutching him instead of pushing. She could feel Andy's hand manoeuvring around her mound and wasn't really surprised to feel his cock moving into place.

Parting Liz's lips slightly, Andy pressed forward, slowly penetrating Liz while she squirmed restlessly against him. She knew what was happening, but just didn't know if she wanted it to happen or not, Andy decided. He resolved to make the matter clearer to her.

Liz squirmed and gasped, unable to move away from the cock that was slowly rising inside her, stretching and filling her. She gasped when Andy reached down and grabbed one of her legs, pulling it up and around his waist. With her leg raised, Andy seemed to find his access easier and he drove in forcefully, nailing her hard to the wall.

"Lift your leg, Liz," murmured Andy, and resignedly Liz obeyed, raising her other leg and wrapping it around his waist, leaving her clinging to him as he moved slowly inside her.

Liz could feel Andy pulling slowly out and then returning, familiarising himself with her body. After a couple of slow strokes, she felt Andy's hands come around and clasp her bottom. He would now, she assumed, get down to some serious action.

Not quite yet, it seemed. Taking her weight on his hands he moved away from the wall, turning and sinking down onto his knees, taking her with him. Then Liz found herself flat on her back, Andy on top of her and now he was starting to move.

Liz received another surprise. Or shock, to be more precise. Instead of moving with her, giving her time to adjust to, and cooperate with, his actions, Andy turned into a runaway pile-driver.

One moment Liz was expecting to have a nice (but reluctant) sexual encounter with a male chauvinist, and the next she was subjected to a ferocious battering. Andy was pounding into her, harder and faster than she'd thought possible. There was not, she decided, a hope in hell that she could match his rhythm. All she could do was lie there and take it.

If pressed, Liz would have had to admit that she found the whole ordeal wildly exciting. Andy was just taking her, totally ignoring any needs that she might have and just ravishing her body for his own enjoyment. She was squealing and writhing under his incessant driving, not cooperating as such, but accepting his need.

And Liz found Andy's need was stimulating her, exciting her. She could feel tensions rising within her, not slowly and gently leading her towards a climax but, like wolves on the chase, driving her headlong to the place where they would strike.

Liz shrieked as Andy continued to pound her, and shrieked again in excitement as she felt her climax rushing upon her. She barely felt Andy ejaculating deep inside her as she was swept away by the terrible release.

Andy smiled to himself as he watched Liz lying there. He could see little aftershocks still affecting her. While she was still not quite with it, he got busy.

Liz could feel Andy moving her, but wasn't paying attention, just going with what he wanted. As she slowly came down from her high she started to take notice of the world around her.

Why, she wondered, was she now on her hands and knees? Actually, crossed arms and knees would be more accurate, as her head was resting on her forearms. Which meant, she thought, that her bottom was high in the sky. She was just turning her head to see what was happening when she found out.

Andy, kneeling behind her, drove forcefully into her, bringing a startled squeal to her lips. Gasping, she turned to look at him.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

A long firm stroke from Andy was her immediate reply. She gasped again. He couldn't. Not so soon. A steadily moving Andy gave the lie to that idea. He was taking her firmly, driving in regularly, and her body was picking up the rhythm and responding to it, pushing back firmly to accept Andy as he drove into her.

"Now that my immediate needs are no longer so urgent," explained Andy, "I can take my time and get my money's worth. You feel good, and I have every intention of making this time last. Do you think we can make this time last for half an hour? I think we should see just how long we can stretch it out."



Droplet



This is a long winded story. It's a slow starter. Roll with it, give it a chance, you'll be grateful if you do. This doesn't just dive into the smut like my last story; if you don't want to read about the background and the relationship between the characters, this story is not for you. It will help if you watched the show (particularly Season 4 and the Willow / Tara relationship therein).

This will probably end up with multiple parts.

Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

*****

Amber sat down.

This was not going well.

The whole 'try not to undress Aly with her eyes' thing.

In fact, it was turning out to be a pretty difficult thing to do, especially when Aly was wearing THOSE trousers. The tight ones that showed off her pert ass so well.

Damnit, the whole situation was way too complicated - Amber, supposedly straight in real life, but now discovering that she most definitely held lesbian tendencies, playing a lesbian girl in the show who is in a relationship with the ex-straight girl that Aly played, who was also straight in real life...and also the object of Amber's obsession.

Amber sighed. Why couldn't it be simpler? Why couldn't she just go up to Aly, ask her out on a date and get on with it? She just wanted to be with that gorgeous redhead; to hold her, to kiss her...to make wild, passionate love to her.

Her reverie was cut short by the aforementioned redhead sitting down next to her.

"Hey, you OK?" Aly asked.

"Yeah I'm cool, just, y'know zoning out." Of course there was no way Amber could let on what she was actually thinking. Or the fact that her body temperature had risen several degrees due to the proximity.

"I know the feeling. Pretty intense day at the office, huh?"

Amber thought about it. Yep, pretty intense. Not least of which was the fact that the script demanded that she had had to kiss Aly - properly, as lovers do - for the first time in the show. Holy shit, had THAT been intense (and had gotten more intense as Joss demanded more and more takes - they'd begun to wonder if he was doing it for reasons other than making a good show); Amber's lips were still on fire from that. As was most of her body.

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Look, um, you're not weirded out by this whole thing are you? I mean, if you are then that's okay too, but y'know, the whole 'kissing another girl' thing can be strange and new and kinda weird but at the same time not so weird and maybe Joss is just making us do this coz he's a pervert and mayb-"

"I'm not weirded out" Amber smiled back at the babbling Aly.

"Oh, cool! I mean, totally cool. I was kinda worried you'd be all weird with me after, um, we kissed...I mean, our characters kissed. I mean it was pretty intense and I know it took me a while to get into it and I didn't want you to think that I was weirded out by it an-"

Aly was getting pretty worked up now, she was obviously very worried about the whole situation. "Aly, hey, it's okay, I'm okay with it. It was cool." Amber's head screamed at her: It was cool?!? Did you even just say that?!? What the hell is she going to think?!?

Aly stopped in her babbling to process Amber's words. A strange look crossed her face. "It was cool? Really?"

Amber's face flushed red. Damnit, Aly had noticed her slip. "Um, yeah, I mean, you can really kiss!" She said with a chuckle, hoping the laugh would cover up the real emotions behind her words.

Aly laughed but looked a little disappointed. Her head dropped a little and she looked at the floor. "Heh, yeah, well, um, thanks...I..." she trailed off. She looked up at Amber again, this time with that strange look again. "Amber...look, you and I have been friends for a while now, right?" Amber nodded. "This may sound weird, but um...I just want you to know that, um, if I ever had to pick one person to be gay with...it, um...it would be you."

Amber's jaw dropped. Holy shit. Say something! The question was, was that a hypothetical statement, or a veiled question of whether it was a possibility? Amber was praying it was the latter, but suspected the former. There was only one way to find out, but was she ready to go there yet? What if she was rejected? Nothing could hurt more at this moment in time. "Um, thanks, I..." she took a deep breath "I would...would choose you too."

Aly's face lit up like a lighthouse. "Really? I mean, you could choose anyone - I mean, c'mon, Sarah's pretty good looking, and so is Michelle...I mean OK, a bit young, but hey, in a few years...Emma's beautiful too. And that's just people on set, what abou-" 

Amber stopped her babbling in mid-flow again - this time, the 'be careful what you say' filter between her brain and her mouth seemed to have stopped functioning though: "I'd choose you." She said, a little too quickly. She then realised she was staring deeply into Aly's eyes as she said it.

Aly's face was a picture of happiness. Aly took a deep breath; what came next, Amber could not have foreseen. "Amber...I'd...I'd kinda like to have something that's...that's just mine, y'know?"

Amber's heart rate tripled. Aly had just paraphrased the scene from the show where their characters' relationship was first made known to the viewers. The scene that Amber had had to do FAR too many takes of due to nerves. Amber searched for any other way to construe those words, for she knew what her reply had to be. Was there any way Aly could be meaning anything else? No. There was no other meaning. Christmas had come early. Birthday too. Easter, New Year, everything. A huge smile lit up Amber's face as she made the response. "I am, you know."

Aly continued the script with a beaming grin: "What?"

Amber closed the scene with the word she had wanted to speak for so long: "Yours."

The words were barely out of her mouth when the redhead threw herself at Amber and planted her lips firmly on Amber's for the twenty-third time that day. Only this time was different.

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A small whimper of desperation escaped Aly's vocal chords. She wanted this to be real; she wanted to show Amber how she felt, but she was scared that Amber had just gone along with the little scene just as a joke or something.

But now a hand came up to her head and gently pulled her into the kiss. Amber's mouth opened and Aly's tongue slipped inside.

"Mmmff" Aly sighed in happiness, relaxing into Amber's embrace. Their tongues met, and a spark shot through Aly's entire body.

This was what she had wanted since the second she had seen Amber first arrive on set. Their tongues slid together, toying with each other, tasting, stroking, flicking over each other.

Eventually they parted for air, each girl breathing heavily. They looked into each other's eyes, each searching for confirmation from the other one that this was most definitely more than just practicing for a scene.

There was no doubt.

They kissed again, this time pulling each other close, hands roaming up and down each others' backs, necks, and through each others' hair. Amber's hair was perfectly smooth and flowing, and Aly's fingers slid through it and stroked it and generally wanted to wrap herself in it; Amber's hair had fixated her from that first moment; from that adorable zig-zag parting right down to the way it fell about her shoulders like a beautiful blonde waterfall.

Either someone had turned the heating in the room up a notch, or this makeout-session was getting pretty heavy pretty quickly. Aly's body was on fire already; she'd always been a quietly sexual person, and now that private side of her was screaming to be let out.

It was not to be.

Amber pulled away gently, leaving little butterfly kisses as she did.

"Aly..." she whispered breathlessly.

Aly's face dropped. Had Amber discovered that maybe she didn't like this...whatever this was? Had she decided that actually, yes, she was definitely weirded out? What was going on?

"Aly...I can't...We...Not so fast. I want to go further, but...not yet."

Aly breathed a sigh of relief, but her body screamed in frustration. "I-it's okay, I um...I'm sorry, I kinda dived in pretty quickly there..."

"No, please don't apologise - it was wonderful, it was...I don't have words. I...I've wanted this for a long time. It's...you're...god you're amazing." Amber's blue eyes bored into Aly's green.

"Really? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Um...fear I guess? Why didn't you tell me?"

Aly laughed "Same, seems kinda silly now, huh?"

Amber laughed with her "Yeah. So, um, you wanna, um, go on a date or something?"

"No."

"Oh..." Amber's head dropped.

"I wanna make out with you again. Now."

Amber smirked a little as she saw the look on Aly's face. "Okay, but we take it slow this time, okay?"

Aly nodded. Their lips met again, this time tenderly, each taking their time, drinking in the other girl; the feel of their lips, their body heat, the smell of their hair, the colour of their eyes, the feel of their body...They were in heaven.

They stayed in heaven for hours.

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Amber lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

This was easily the best day of her life.

They had kissed. Off-screen. Outside rehearsal (literally). For real.

Aly had finally gone home to get some dinner, and Amber had decided to do the same.

She could still feel the residual tingle of Aly's lips on her own, still taste a little of the strawberries Aly had had for lunch in her mouth. Still smell the strawberry shampoo she used. What was it with Aly and strawberries? She could still feel the heat from Aly's body through their clothes.

Aly's body.

There was something else. Amber had admired it from afar many times, even been allowed to touch it sometimes during shooting due to their characters' relationship. Every time she had reveled in it, but felt a little guilty afterwards.

Now, all that had changed. Now she could admire Aly's body in all it's glory with no fear of what would happen if Aly caught her looking (although there was still the problem of other people noticing, she thought with a frown).

And so she had looked.

The most obvious thing about Aly had been her hair. That copper flow with the little flicks at the ends was just divine. The way it bounced a little when she walked, the way the sun glinted off it's perfect surface. The way it framed her beautiful face so perfectly.

Her face! That smile that she ALWAYS wore; Aly was almost never frowning. The rare times that she was usually meant that she was concentrating. Those deep green eyes that were so earnest and adorable, then that beautiful nose and those lips...those lips! She had claimed them as her own earlier that day, and it was an experience Amber would never forget.

And then her body...my god, that body. Amber's heart beat faster at just the thought of it. Her sexy waistline, those long slender legs, those hips that swayed just a little as she walked, the perfect little mounds that signified the most pert breasts on the set, and, of course, that perfectly shaped ass in those trousers. Imagining what was underneath those clothes was something Amber was well adept at.

Amber suddenly found her fingers had slipped into her panties. Wet panties, she corrected herself. She was soaking; normally, Amber would take her time and tease out a slow orgasm as she imagined Aly undressing for her. But today was different. Unbidden, the thought of Aly's face buried in her pussy sprang into her mind. She imagined that copper-framed face looking up at her as Aly's tongue lapped at her clit and thrust inside her.

Amber slipped a finger into herself and exhaled sharply as it brushed her g-spot. Aly had her lips sealed around her pussy, her tongue flicking rapidly around.

Amber slipped another finger in, speeding up her motions as her breath came quicker and her back arched off the bed.

She imagined Aly pushing her face right into her crotch, sucking her clit and using her tongue to play with it, while slipping a finger inside her.

It was too much.

Amber's back arched taught like a bow, and she cried out Aly's name as her orgasm crashed over her. She imagined Aly hanging onto her thighs with her hands, forcing her face into Amber's pussy while she bucked and thrashed and shook. She was shaking uncontrollably, her orgasm ripping through her entire body, every single inch of her spasming with pleasure.

Eventually her orgasm subsided, and she lay on the bed, her panties strewn on the floor (Amber raised an eyebrow - when had they come off?), her body still spasming with aftershocks occasionally, feeling the warmth of the afterglow filling her. She was exhausted. Amber was no stranger to good orgasms, but this was off the scale.

Fuck, she thought, what will the real thing be like?



Droplet Pt. 02



This is the continuation of Droplet; you'll get to find out where the story's name came from. It's considerably steamier than the first. 

DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

***** 

What the hell? 

Amber, still half asleep, looked sideways at her alarm clock. It was 3:07 AM. 

Who the hell would be knocking on the door at this time of night? 

It was dark outside, barring the faint glow of a nearby streetlight. The only noise was the wind rustling the leaves of the willow tree outside her open window. 

She considered ignoring it, hoping that whoever it was would go away. Maybe they'd got the wrong door. 

The knock came again, more urgent this time. Annoyed, she threw the bed sheets off, put her bathrobe on, and went to open the door of her apartment, flicking a low lamp on as she did. 

Stood in the doorway was a similarly attired Aly. Without a word, Aly pushed through the door, back-heeled it shut, pressed Amber against the wall, and kissed her hard. 

Startled, Amber barely had time to register what had happened before Aly's soft lips met her own. The kiss was desperate; Aly was impatient. The kiss had barely begun before Aly insistently pushed Amber onto the bed. 

Aly crawled on to the bed too, on all fours on top of Amber, and continued kissing her while shrugging off her own bathrobe. Aly was completely nude underneath. 

By now Amber's brain had processed the events of the previous few seconds, but was incapable of forming anything other than a vague sense of confusion, mixed with happiness. Aly was on top of her, naked, and Amber's body was heating up rapidly. 

The kiss became deeper as Aly's tongue found a way into Amber's mouth, passing the barrier of Amber's full lips and meeting the prize that was her tongue. 

"Mmmm..." Aly growled, pushing her tongue deeper. 

Amber circled her tongue around Aly's, wanting as much contact as possible, before pulling back slightly, pressing her lips to Aly's. She pulled back again for some breath, looking into Aly's eyes. Amber began to open her mouth to form a question, but was cut short. 

"I need you." 

The simplicity of the statement spoke volumes to Amber; she felt the same. The heat between them was intense, and Amber knew that Aly meant those words in two ways. 

The kiss resumed before Amber could speak, and Amber found herself revelling in the feel of Aly's tongue duelling with her own; her hands came up to Aly's hair, holding her head softly as they kissed. Her breathing became heavier as Aly lowered herself down, Aly's soft skin touching her legs where her bathrobe had parted. It felt like silk, smoothly slipping across her own skin. 

The grogginess from Amber's sleep vanished very quickly, as did her previous thoughts of 'taking it slowly'; this felt good, it felt right, and it felt like she'd been waiting for this for far too long. 

Aly's movements became more urgent, until she could take no more. She lifted herself up and off Amber's body a little, took one of Amber's hands, and moved it downwards, between them. 

Amber could feel her heart thudding in her chest. She could feel Aly's breath quickening in anticipation. She could feel her own hand shaking. She knew what Aly wanted; and she knew that there was no way she could refuse her. Her stomach felt like every butterfly in the country was taking flight. 

Eyes the colour of emeralds looked down from between copper drapes. "Take me, Amber," Aly commanded breathlessly. "Now." 

As she delivered the demand, Aly placed Amber's fingers softly on her clit. Amber exhaled, belatedly realising that she'd been holding a breath in. Her fingers moved through Aly's slippery folds, gently caressing the firm nub that denoted the source of Aly's pleasure. 

It felt divine; Aly was as smooth as silk, slick, and soft under Amber's fingers. The wetness was warm and slippery, and Amber had to take care to keep her fingers on target. She could feel every fold of Aly's lips slipping around under her digits. 

Aly inhaled sharply as contact was made, shifting slightly so that she could look down at Amber's hand. 

The look on Aly's face was worth more to Amber than anything she could think of - the huge smile, framed by the two curtains of copper hair hanging either side of it. Amber felt her heart leaping for this beautiful redhead. 

She's so perfect...I'm so lucky to share this with her. 

After a minute or so of massaging Aly's clit, Amber slid her hand down a little more, pausing for a second. Aly's head came up and nodded approval. Amber curled her middle finger and slowly slid it inside her lover. 

Slick with juices, Aly's warm pussy engulfed Amber's finger completely. The sigh that left Aly's lips was like music to Amber's ears. Aly's eyes closed as her neck arched back. Her breathing was coming fast now. 

Aly's head dropped so she could look into Amber's eyes. "Sorry," Aly panted, "Was so horny...had to feel you insi-...ohhhhh fuck...ff..fffff..." Aly's head went back again. 

Coherence left Aly as Amber curled her finger a little more inside her lover. She found the small button inside Aly's pussy that she was feeling for, and started to massage it, feeling Aly's body start to tremble slightly. She could feel Aly contracting and pulsing slowly around her finger as the button firmed up. 

Aly's face returned to her once more, and Amber now saw two wide green eyes looking up from under her bangs, boring into her own. Aly's breathy voice lowered, commanding, "Fuck me, Amber. Fuck me like you've wanted to. Show me h-...fuuuuuck...fu...how you want me." 

This is one ultra-horny girl, Amber decided. She obeyed, sliding a second finger inside the warm silk that was Aly's pussy. Her fingers were slick with Aly's juices, and her own pussy was responding in kind. This would definitely be the second set of panties going in the wash basket tonight. 

She risked a look down, and was rewarded with the sight of Aly's breasts - two perfect mounds hanging downwards, puffy areola with hard nipples like bullets poking down out of them. Amber wanted to wrap her lips around one of them, but they were just out of reach. Further down, she could see Aly's smooth tummy leading down to her own hand sliding smoothly backwards and forwards; her palm slipping over the wet folds of Aly's pussy lips, her second and third fingers engulfed in Aly. 

She could feel Aly's rock hard clit as her palm slipped over it. She could feel Aly's entire body quivering with pleasure; the vibration was all the more obvious through the fingers inside that slippery heaven. 

"Faster..." came the hoarsely whispered command. Aly's hips were bucking and small spasms were starting to rock her pelvic region. Amber obeyed, knowing that Aly was close to coming. She felt Aly's pussy contracting around her fingers, saw Aly's body tensing up, and knew it was time; she lifted her head, and took Aly's lips in her own. She sped up her ministrations even more. 

It sent Aly over the edge. Her orgasm exploded through her body in a chain reaction that started at Amber's fingers and ended in Aly's extremities. 

"MmmmMMMMMMMMNNNNNN!!" She moaned into Amber's mouth, her pelvis shaking violently, her legs spasming out of control. Amber kept pumping, holding on as Aly's body convulsed around her fingers. It was incredible how Aly came, watching those alabaster thighs shake with pleasure, feeling the juices flowing freely from her pussy, feeling her fingers being squeezed, watching Aly's breasts jiggling, and seeing the powerful bucking of her hips - Aly's body was alive with violent shudders; it was like an earthquake was shaking her apart, and the epicentre was her pussy. 

Again, Aly moaned into her mouth. Amber was amazed - she was STILL coming! Aly's body was still quaking, still shaking with pleasure, still gripping Amber's fingers like a wet vice. 

Finally, Aly's orgasm began to subside. Amber slowed her ministrations. 

"No, don't stop!" begged Aly's breathless voice. Her expression was desperate; she needed more. 

Amber, mesmerised, could do nothing but oblige. Three pumps later and Aly was well into her second earth-shattering orgasm, even more intense than the first. Aly cried out as her body hurtled into it. 

Fingers pumping, Amber continued making love to Aly until the third and fourth orgasms came, crashing over her lover like waves of unbridled pleasure, each one more intense than the last; each one threatening to crush Amber's fingers. 

After the fourth, Aly collapsed into a quivering heap on top of Amber, still shuddering and spasming with aftershocks. Amber gently withdrew her fingers, wanting to taste the nectar on them, but unwilling to disturb Aly 

Aly had no strength left in her limbs, and she felt utterly spent, but it was worth it for the four best orgasms of her life. With her emotions overwhelming her, she kissed Amber and stroked her cheek softly. 

"Amber..." she croaked, her eyes glistening 

"Shhh..." Amber comforted, wrapping her arms around Aly. 

They laid like that for a while, enjoying the afterglow, until Aly realised that she could feel the wetness of Amber's warm pussy touching her leg. She grinned, and summoning some energy from a deep reserve somewhere, moved down the bed, pulled Amber's panties down, and planted her face into the glorious pussy lips belonging to Amber. 

Still reeling from the impressive events that were Aly's orgasms, Amber's brain swiftly kicked back into gear when the feeling of warm lips wrapping themselves around her pussy ricocheted up through her nervous system. 

Holy shit, she thought, it's actually happening! Her fantasy was coming true! 

Aly decided that she needed better access to the Garden of Amber, so tugged at the sides of Amber's panties. Amber obliged and lifted her pelvis off the bed so Aly could extract the offending article of clothing in the most efficient manner possible, before pushing her face back into Amber's pussy with increased gusto, now grabbing Amber's milky thighs for better purchase. 

Amber looked down to see a pair of perfect green eyes - wide with wonder - staring back up at her from a frame of copper hair; the bottom half of Aly's face was hidden by Amber's pubic mound as the redhead started to bury her tongue into Amber's hot folds. 

The feeling of Aly's tongue sliding over her clit was incredible; considering that Aly - formerly 'officially' a straight girl until earlier - was something of a newcomer to the whole idea of eating another girl's pussy, she was doing a superb job. 

Amber's clit was already primed and the excitement had brought her to the point where it wouldn't take much for her to climax; sensing this, Aly decided to rapidly flick her tongue up and down across Amber's clit in a butterfly-esque movement. 

It sent Amber spiralling over the edge; she had been close when Aly's head had first ventured southwards, but now she lost complete control of her trembling thighs and they thrashed about as her abdomen bucked and her hands gripped the bedsheets like a vice, screwing them into balls in her fists. 

Fire shot through her entire body as, halfway through her orgasm, Aly somehow slid a finger into Amber's pussy and stroked her g-spot. Amber's moans became a prolonged cry as her entire body took off into spasms. 

Aly was holding on to Amber's thighs for dear life, keeping her mouth sealed around Amber's clit and her finger inside that tightening, spasming wetness that was Amber's pussy; Amber's bucking was making it somewhat difficult, but she knew she had to hold on to give her lover maximum pleasure. 

Amber's orgasm went on for some time, until finally she was too hoarse to cry out and her clit finally decided that enough was enough. Amber gently pushed Aly's head away from her slick pussy. 

Sweating from the exertion of keeping hold of those spasming hips, Aly finally let her lips unseal, and retracted her soaked finger from Amber's pussy. Not wanting to waste the flavour of the gorgeous blonde before her, she quickly sucked Amber's juices off her finger, sighing contentedly as she did so. 

Aly was still very horny, and the taste of Amber coupled with the feel of her orgasm had done nothing to sate that. However, looking at the exhausted blonde on the bed, and feeling her own strength ebbing away after the Battle Of Blonde Mound, Aly decided that maybe it might be a better idea to wait a while before the next bout. 

She climbed up the bed, laying herself slightly to one side of Amber, but with legs and arms still entangled. 

They were both still breathing heavily. Amber's eyes were closed, and as she opened them she turned her head to look into the wide green eyes staring back at her. 

"Wow..." was all she could manage. 

Aly giggled "Yeah. Big wow. Biiiiig bigbigwow!" 

"So much for taking it slow, huh?" Amber smirked, before turning serious. "Aly?" 

"Mmhmm?" 

Amber wondered if it was too soon for her next statement, but went with it anyway: "I love you." 

Aly's grin doubled. "I love you, Amber." 

Relief and elation flooded Amber's mind. They kissed softly, then Aly lowered her head onto Amber's ample chest, and they lay there until exhaustion and sleep claimed them both. 

Amber blinked as the sunlight from the window became too intense to sleep through. She yawned, looked down and found a naked copper-haired actress asleep on her chest. 

A smile formed on her lips. My copper-haired actress, she thought. 

She looked at the clock; it was early. Joss was spending the morning editing, so no shooting until the afternoon. Just as well, she thought. There's certainly one person in this bed who isn't good with mornings. 

She lay there, playing gently with Aly's hair and watching her sleep for what seemed like hours, until eventually a sleepy face lifted to look at her. 

"Morning, sleepy-head." 

"Oh hey, um...morning," Aly blinked, then her eyes shot open and her head jerked up. "What time is it?" She quickly propped herself up on her arms. "What time do we need to be on set?!?" she squeaked. 

"Relax, it's 11AM and we're not due in 'til three." 

"Oh, good. Uh, yeah, editing morning, I remember now," Aly rubbed her eyes and flomped back down on the bed. 

"I think it's mostly Sarah's scenes today anyway." Amber turned onto her side. 

"Cool." Aly paused, then turned her head to look at her lover. Her fingers started fiddling nervously with each other. "Amber, I'm sorry if I was way too, um, forward last night...I just couldn't control myself. I kinda get like that sometimes when...when I get horny. I want you to know that I'm not just here for the sex, okay? I mean, the sex is awesome - amazing, in fact, god it's..." she trailed off as memories of their lovemaking came back to her. 

Amber chuckled and gave Aly her lopsided smile, "I know. And yeah, it was incredible. I've never...I mean, first time, with a woman. With you. I couldn't ask for more." 

Aly grinned "I can give you more. Every day if you want. Twice a day. Three times. More-" 

"Aly, we have to work and eat at some point..." 

She frowned "Stupid work." Then her face brightened, "work will be so much easier now! We can kiss and it'll look so much more natural!" 

Amber's eyes dropped a little. "Um, yeah, about that...I...I'm not ready to let people know that I'm..." - she took a deep breath - "Gay." 

Taking Amber's hand in her own, Aly's face softened. "Amber, first of all they don't have to know if we don't want to tell them. Secondly, people will be cool with it. I mean, look how everyone has been with the script and stuff, and hey, Joss wouldn't have written that if he had a problem with it..." 

She mulled it over for a few seconds. "Okay, maybe you're right. Maybe I'm freaking out a bit too much, but...it's such a big thing. Does anyone know that you...?" 

"No. I mean, I've dated guys and everyone knows that and makes assumptions based on that." She frowned a little. "Although I think Sarah has suspicions. I think she caught me staring at her ass a couple of times." 

Amber laughed, but part of her felt a pang of jealousy, although another part of her had to admit that Sarah did have a great ass. "Really?" 

"Yeah, it was a while ago, she was wearing some pretty tight shorts...I didn't have you to stare at." Aly raised an eyebrow and grinned. 

"You stare at me?" Amber asked hopefully 

"Mhmm. Do you...um, stare at me?" 

"All the time," Amber grinned, happy that she could finally admit to it. 

Aly's face lit up. "Did you, ever think about doing something more than staring?" 

"Yes. Lots," Amber sighed wistfully. 

"Me too." Aly's voice became excited. "We lost so much time! We could have been together for years! We need to make up for it." 

"Definitely," Amber agreed 

"Right now!" 

"Hey, we have all the time in the world, right? There's no rush." 

"Sorry, I can be kinda impatient sometimes." 

"I noticed!"Amber chuckled, "like last night!" 

"But not always!" Aly defended herself. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, I mean, okay, last night I was a hornball, but sometimes I take things slow!" 

Amber cocked her head slightly and raised an eyebrow. "Tell me more about this taking things slow, Ms. Hornball." 

"Well, sometimes I just kinda do my own thing by myself. And I don't rush. Sometimes I can go for hours." 

Cottoning on to what Aly was talking about, the penny dropped. "Hours?!?" Amber's voice was incredulous. 

"What? I like to tease things out occasionally..." 

"Me too, but hours? Really?" 

"Yeah! You should try it. No, we should try it!" 

Memories of the previous night were still fresh in Amber's mind. "I could never last that long with you." Her body was already starting to heat up in response to the direction the conversation had taken. 

"Oh I could make you last..." Aly growled, a smile forming on her lips. 

"That sounded like a promise..." Amber's cocked eyebrow had made a return, along with an insistent urge that started developing deep within her. 

"We've got about three and a half hours if we start now...but you have to promise to do as I say. Game?" Aly asked, trailing a finger lightly down Amber's neck. 

That sent a delicious tingle through Amber's body; the decision was already made for her. "Done, Lady Hornballigan The Impatient. So...how would you like me?" she added a lopsided smirk into the raised eyebrow bargain. 

Aly looked at Amber's face and felt her own pussy do some talking. That look could melt ice from miles away, Aly thought. "On your back." 

Amber rolled onto her back. Aly watched her lover's large creamy white breasts wobble slightly as they settled. It was a mesmerising sight. 

The intense look in Aly's eyes brought another smirk to Amber's face. "Part of the deal is that you have to last as long as me, you know." 

Aly's face showed a flicker of worry, but then settled into determination. "Challenge accepted!" 

She lowered herself down on top of Amber, their bodies touching completely, and kissed her lover gently and slowly. 

Their tongues duelled for a while as Aly gyrated very, very slowly on top of Amber; eventually she started tracing a tortuously long path southwards with her tongue; she started at Amber's lips, then led a wet trail down her chin, zigzagging across Amber's throat with the lightest touch of her tongue. 

Amber exhaled sharply. "Uhhhhh...mmmmm..." The noises came out unbidden; Amber wondered how Aly knew already that her neck was a major erogenous zone. Tingles spread out all over her body, converging on her pussy. She could already feel wetness seeping out onto her pussy lips. 

Aly kissed the side of Amber's neck, and then planted soft, gentle, but slightly wet kisses along the route from there to the point where Amber's neck joined her shoulder. Upon reaching this point, she felt Amber's body tense in anticipation. 




Droplet Pt. 02



Aly smiled briefly, knowing she'd found a special spot, and then sealed her lips around that point, proceeding to flick her tongue across it as if it was Amber's clit. 

"Fuck, Aly..." was all Amber could manage. Amber's hands moved towards her pussy, but were caught by a restraining hand before they got there. 

The flicking stopped and Aly moved her face in front Amber's. "No hands," Aly commanded. "We're playing by my rules now." Amber opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced by a kiss. "Play by my rules now, and I'll play by your rules after," Aly promised. "For now, only I get to touch you; you can touch yourself later." 

Amber thought she'd seen a loophole, and her hands headed for Aly's ass. "Nah-ah-ahhh! Only I get to touch me. Hands down!" 

As if to make the point, Aly lifted herself off Amber slightly, and meaningfully looked at Amber's face, then looked down at her own pussy, and slid a finger inside herself. 

Aly's eyes look up from under her brow. "Mmmm...enjoying the view?" Aly asked her lover. Amber just nodded, her mouth open, her breathing heavy. 

Sliding her finger back out, Aly brought it in front of Amber's face. Amber rose as if to take it in her mouth, but found the finger yanked away. "My rules." Aly chastised; she took her finger into her own mouth and sucked her own juices off it, closing her eyes as she did, savouring her own taste, teasing her lover. 

Once she deemed her fingers clean, she resumed using her hand as a support for her body, and just hovered over Amber, still staring, as if daring her lover to do something - anything - that would violate her 'rules'. 

Amber still wasn't entirely sure what the rules were, but it took a supreme effort of willpower to restrain herself from doing any one of a number of things racing through her mind. No doubt all of them would be against the rules. Aly tasting herself had made her supremely aroused; at that moment she would have given anything to feel Aly's touch on her pussy. 

Aly was still kneeling forwards over her, staring down. She leaned in, next to Amber's ear. "Watch," she whispered. "Closely," and drew back again. 

Her hand trailed southwards down her body, until it reached her pussy. Once again, she slid a finger inside herself, this time slipping it back and forth agonisingly slowly, until Amber saw a drip of her lover's juice gather on one of her knuckles. Aly felt it, and stopped. She watched Amber's breathing become even heavier in anticipation. Amber's eyes were glued to her hand. 

Her knuckle was positioned directly over Amber's clit. 

Amber looked up at Aly's mischievous grin, then back down at the gathering liquid, watching it slowly increasing in size. It seemed to stabilise and just hung there, a clear globule of nectar dangling from Aly's knuckle. 

Her body was getting frustrated now. Her eyes were fastened on this tiny volume of teasing fluid; never before had she hated the concept of surface tension so much. Her body was crying out for attention, and this was taunting her, just hanging there tantalisingly as Amber squirmed slightly in a vain attempt to calm appease her body without breaking the rules. 

It seemed to dangle there for an eternity, until finally, the droplet of Aly's juice gathered enough weight and separated from the knuckle, plummeting towards Amber's clit like a falcon homing in on it's prey. Time slowed for Amber, as she watched gravity do its work, until at last it splashed onto her clit. 

Amber exhaled - she realised she'd been holding her breath - as a jolt of electricity shot up her body from her clit. She could feel the droplet tickling slightly as it slowly traced a path around her clit and onto her pussy lips, where it mingled with her own. A moan escaped her lips. 

Aly moved up the bed until her pussy was directly over Amber's face, and continued sliding her fingers in and out of herself, again going as slowly as she could. 

Seeing Aly's pussy that close, seeing her lover's fingers lazily gliding inside, seeing the lips flowing around the knuckles was driving Amber's body wild. Her breathing was deep now, her pussy on fire and gasping for some attention. 

But Aly had barely got started; once again a droplet of juice started to form on one of Aly's knuckles. She slowed her hand to a stop, and with the ends of her finger still inside herself, positioned the knuckle in question directly over Amber's open mouth. 

"Close your mouth." 

"Hhhhrrr!" Amber objected, her face pleading - she wanted that juice in her mouth. She wanted to taste Aly, more than anything in the world. 

"Close it or you get nothing." 

Damnit. Amber reluctantly obeyed. 

The droplet continued to gather weight as Amber watched it, almost crossing her eyes to keep it in focus. Fuck. 

"The Donut Game." 

"Hmm?" Amber's confusion was evident. 

"You're not allowed to lick your lips. Until I say." 

"Mmf." Amber agreed, disgruntled. Her pussy was screaming at her for attention now, the word 'horny' just does not cover this feeling, she decided. Aly was teasing her beyond what she thought was possible. 

"Are you ready?" 

You know damn well how ready I am! Amber nodded enthusiastically, not wanting to break the rules by opening her mouth to reply. 

Aly slowly slipped her fingers into herself again, and with a small wet sucking sound, brought them out again, leaving the tips of her fingers on her pussy lips. Now the droplet began to gather enough weight; seconds later it separated, and to Amber it seemed to take years for it to make its way towards her - still closed - mouth. 

Finally, it splashed onto her lips. 

"MMMMFF!" The urge to lick her lips was unlike any she'd known. Even the inevitable sugar transfer resulting from donut consumption had never caused this level of reaction. It was taking all of Amber's self-control to keep her lips shut and her tongue in check. 

Aly was still kneeling above her face, fingers in pussy, grinning widely. "Keep it shut!" 

As if Amber wasn't struggling to keep her mouth shut already, what Aly did next made life for Amber considerably more difficult. 

She spread her knees wider, and slowly lowered her pussy lips towards Amber's face. Slowly removing her fingers from inside herself, she then lowered her pussy directly onto Amber's lips, and just rested there for a second. 

Amber had never felt the urge to stick her tongue out so badly before. She wanted to push her tongue deep into Aly, to explore her pussy with her tongue. She wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. Amber was on the verge of losing control - rules be damned, she thought; by the time she'd given Aly's clit a few good licks, Aly would have forgotten all about the rules. Amber would have Lost The Game, but she'd still be a winner. 

Aly, however, had other ideas: "I know what you're thinking...if you do it before I let you, I'm going to get dressed and you'll have to wait until tomorrow to lick my pussy." 

Frustrated, Amber exhaled through her nose in a huff. She was already gripping the bed sheets in an extreme effort of self-control. She could feel that the sheets were absolutely soaked under her own pussy. 

The view, however, was incredible. Aly's pussy was literally smooshed down onto her lips, and looking up she could see the length of Aly's torso, up to those wonderful breasts with their puffy nipples, and then that mischievous, grinning, beautiful face looking down from behind two red curtains of hair. 

Aly started moving her pussy around on Amber's lips. Amber groaned; this was almost becoming intolerable, yet at the same time this was everything she had ever hoped for and more. 

The feeling of Aly's clit sliding over her (still closed) lips was incredible. Aly was rubbing her clit from side to side along the groove formed by Amber's lips, leaving sticky, slippery juice smothered all over Amber's lips and chin. 

A devious thought entered Amber's head. If she were to push her tongue up against the back of her lips, then apply on the bare necessity of pressure needed to keep her lips closed, eventually Aly would push a little bit too hard and accidentally part Amber's lips. Thus, Amber's tongue would instantly come into contact with Aly's pussy. And it wasn't breaking the rules, was it? Amber would have kept her mouth closed as instructed; it would be Aly who would have 'forced' her lips open... 

Amber smiled into her lover's pussy; she eased the tension in her lips, moved her tongue, and waited patiently. 

She didn't get away with it: "and what are we smiling about, Miss Devious?" 

Amber managed a shrug 

"Are you trying to hatch some sort of plan down there? Trying to bend the rules?" 

Amber sniggered to herself; answering this question while 'sticking to the rules' enabled her to get her own back a little: she shook her head. The effect, of course, was that it caused her lips to slide over Aly's clit much more quickly. 

"Hah, fuck!" Was all Aly could manage as the sudden change in tempo lit up her sensitive clit. 

Amber continued to shake her head, a mischievous expression all over her face. Hah! Whose game is it now, huh? 

"Fu...fff...hhhh" 

Amber started to shake her head faster; the previous 'plan' involving her tongue having gone out of the window - this was much more fun! 

"N...no, not fair! Not fair! Nnnn...fuck...ohmygodI'mgonnacum..." Aly's arms flapped in mid air, unable to find something to grip onto as her orgasm crept up on her like a freight train bursting out of a tunnel at full tilt. 

"Ammmmmmmmmberrrrrrrrrrrrr!!" Aly's body shook from her toes to her head, her pussy leaking juices all over Amber's face. Amber had - rules be damned - clamped her hands around Aly's hips from behind, and was now pushing her lips firmly into Aly's clit. From her previous experience, she knew that one orgasm wouldn't be enough for her new girlfriend, so she kept her face locked to Aly's pussy even as the orgasm started to calm. 

"Y...you broke the ruuu...ohfuck...yes, there...there...the-ohhhhhhhffuuuuuuUUUUUUUCK!" Aly's second orgasm crashed over her as Amber broke another rule and flicked her tongue against Aly's clit. Amber had the pleasure of feeling her girlfriend's thighs quivering in her hands, her pussy quivering on her lips, and her juices covering her face. 

Finally the orgasm subsided, and Aly just knelt there, unable to move or speak, her head hanging down because her neck muscles were lacking the energy to lift it. Amber looked up; Aly was spent. She was having to support her lover so that she didn't fall over. 

But Amber decided that the game had changed. It was now her turn, and there was only one thing she wanted to do; only one thing she wanted to feel. 

She gently guided Aly to one side until the redhead collapsed onto her back beside her. Next, she scooted to the other end of the bed and turned so that she was facing Aly. 

"Wha...what are you doing?" Aly whispered, still trying to gather her strength. 

"Give me your right leg." 

"Huh?" 

"Right leg, up, now!" Amber commanded. Aly did as she was told. 

Amber slid her left leg under Aly's right, and bridged her right leg over Aly's left thigh. Aly's eyebrows lifted as she realised what Amber wanted. A surge of energy from somewhere materialised, and she scooted down the bed a few inches to meet her lover. 

Their pussies were inches apart. Amber could feel the heat of Aly's pussy on her own. She could feel a slight tremble of anticipation in Aly's thighs; hell, her own thighs were doing the same. 

Looking into her girlfriend's eyes, Amber slowly pushed her pussy towards Aly's until they met. The effect was electric. A gasp escaped both of them. 

"We're gonna have to be careful...still sensitive," Aly warned. 

Amber smiled "That's cool...I mean, I need to last as long as you, right?" she replied, with a smirk. 

"Yeah, that's what I was afraid of!" Aly replied, knowing full well that her bravado about lasting for hours had gone straight outta the window when Amber had turned the tables in their little game. 

Amber's pussy was still screaming at her from earlier, and now it was getting some contact, it decided it needed more. Amber once again had to control herself; she moved her pussy as slowly as she possibly could, in circles relative to Aly's pussy. They were both well lubricated with their own juices, so their lips and clits were just sliding over each other with no friction. 

It felt incredible, Amber decided. There was no other feeling in the world like it; nothing as intimate as having the most intimate parts of your bodies touching, sliding, slipping over each other; feeling labia sliding over your clit, feeling your juices mingling, and occasionally your clit brushing past hers. 

Aly's pussy was still recovering from her orgasm, and she was still getting small aftershocks each time Amber's clit slid over hers. 

They took their time, still looking into each other's eyes, occasionally glancing down at the connection between them. Amber decided that seeing Aly's pussy sliding over her own was the most wonderful sight in the world. Perfect. 

Minutes went by, the tempo never increasing, just two girls slowly rubbing their pussies together. 

The tension was slowly rising though, and after a while, Aly start to feel that telltale feeling starting in the centre of her body, rooted in her pussy, starting to spread. 

"Amber..." she said, looking deep into the other girl's eyes 

"I know" 

"How...?" 

"I just know...I don't know how." 

Amber sped up slightly, pushing her pussy a bit more forcefully into Aly's. The reaction was an instant moan from Aly as her head tilted back. As the minutes went by, Amber gradually applied more and more pressure, feeling her own body ramping up towards ecstasy. She sped up even more. 

"Give me your hands" Amber asked breathlessly. Aly held her hands out, sitting up so she could reach Amber's outstretched hands. Amber clamped her hands around Aly's wrists, and looking into Aly's eyes, nodded. Aly did the same, clamping on tight; then Amber leaned back, using her body as a lever to push her pussy even harder into Aly's. 

Their bodies were almost horizontal again now, pulled together, Amber thrusting her hips against Aly's. Aly could see Amber's breasts jiggling around as she did, could see her hair flowing around in the air as her girlfriend thrust and squirmed their pussies together. Aly started to thrust back, her body wanting more. 

As her peak approached, Amber managed to pant out a command: "Look at me when...hhhh...when you cum" 

"Always", a breathless Aly replied, teetering on the edge of her third orgasm. 

That one word was enough for Amber, and sent her crashing over into the biggest orgasm of her life. 

"HHHhhhhhaaaAAAAAAAALYYYYYYY!!" she wailed as her thighs thrashed about uncontrollably; it took some effort to remain looking at Aly, whose body was doing much the same. Their eyes locked, their arms locked, their pussies locked, the only thing able to move was their legs. Convulsions and spasms shook both of them, compounding the attention that their clits were feeling. Fire was shooting through them both, the electric buzz of orgasm consuming them from the inside. 

Aly managed to squeal out "I looove youuuuuu!" as her body degenerated into an earthquake of flesh. 

"Don't l-let go!" Amber shouted, her orgasm still powering through her entire body, vibration filling all of her at once, but stemming from the contact she had with her girlfriend. Seeing Aly's green eyes staring back at her as their bodies quaked together was the most intense experience of Amber's life; she couldn't think of a more perfect event. Her heart was pounding, pounding for Aly. 

"NEVER!" Aly replied, mashing her pussy into Amber's. 

Eventually, all good things come to an end, and so it was with their mutual orgasm. The final climax washed over them both, leaving them breathless, panting, covered in sweat, their pussies tender and slippery, their clits swollen and throbbing. The two girls finally disengaged, and Amber flopped on top of Aly, sobbing quietly, overcome with emotion. 

"Heyyyy, what's wrong?" Aly asked, unsure what was happening. 

"Aly, that...that...was the most perfect thing that has ever happened to me. Thank you...I-I've never been this happy." 

"Sssshhhh, just cuddle." Aly whispered, pulling her love into her. 

They lay there, naked, pussies still dripping and tender, bodies pressed together, in each others' arms, occasional aftershocks still causing hitches in their breath for hours. 

Amber considered her girlfriend, her life, her world, and what the future held. All of it brought a smile to her face. 

Sleep eventually claimed them both; one can't expend that much energy without consequences. 

The alarm clock's display read 15:12.



Droplets



The doctor said get fit. I chose swimming. After a few months it was thirty lengths three times a week, and I was feeling the benefit. People said it showed too. Swimming is exercise and spectator sport all rolled into one. Humanity in all its forms comes to the pool, and some of it is worth a second glance. In fact some of it is worth studying. I'd become adept at the subtle check out above and below the water.

I'd seen her before. Black swimsuit cut for sport rather than show, and goggles. She meant business, and seemed to be part dolphin. That was the part I liked. Firm, lithe and with bumps in places they should be. Some of the young girls wore swimwear that would make a pole dancer blush, but she was there for the sport not the show.

I looked forward to seeing her cut through the water. She was fast and had great technique. Yes, that word made me wonder too. She was my treat after thirty lengths. I'd rest on the edge of the pool and watch her a little, enjoying the curves and muscles as they changed and merged with the water. A poet would have made something of it. I simply took it in, and tried to control the tickle of desire.

Then one day she came with a guy. He was all muscles and concern for his hair. She swam a little and splashed about with him. I disliked him instantly. He'd spoiled the show, and was probably getting what I wanted. After that they came as couple. He never swam seriously and she gave up the torpedo impressions. I wished multiple drownings on him.

I needn't have done. He screwed things up himself. She got cramp and hobbled out of the pool. He stayed behind and after ten minutes was chatting to a blond with breasts that could have kept me and him afloat in a rough sea. I guess he thought she was gone. His face when she made a reappearance wore an expression I'd wished on him more times than I should. There was a not very whispered argument, and he was given his marching orders. She was the only one of the three who stayed in the water, and my hopes were fulfilled. She went back to doing what she did best and making me wish I was every molecule of H2O that brushed her skin.

I didn't usually take a sauna after swimming, but that night I did. It was mixed, and modest - swimsuits all round. She was already there, head down and dripping. Her skin was slick with sweat and her eyes were closed. Her head back and he hair sticking to her shoulders. I watched beads of perspiration appear on her skin and trickle into places I longed to see. My imagination decided it liked this game and offered me the feel of her hot salty skin on my tongue. I felt a stirring and decided to keep those thoughts in case my blood pressure gave me away.

I chose a cubicle in the shower room. Usually I just stood there buck naked with the other guys and tried not to compare who had the best assets. Tonight I wanted privacy. The hot water hit me and my hand found my cock. I teased it a little with a finger tip and it began to bob upwards with a feeling like all the nerves were on acid. I imagined me and her in the sauna, her peeling down the top of her swimsuit and me licking the drops of sweat from her as they formed on her breasts. I got very hard very fast and stroked long slow strokes, I tried make it last but she was messing with my self control. I came hard and squirted a line of hot wet liquid on the shower door. My knees trembled and I emptied. I gasped too, and tried to hide it, just in case. I needn't have worried. I was alone.

If she didn't read minds, then she did a good job of making it look like she did. Next time, she abandoned the black sporty number for a bikini that would have felt right in Rio. It was small and tight and barely covered the places I'd thought about. The top showed a hint of nipple and the bottom showed much more than hint of cheek. It was all I could do to stop myself masturbating there and then. As it was I was showing more of my admiration than the pool attendants would have liked.

I'd never seen her do backstroke before, and it was a sight to behold. Still lithe, still firm, still full of grace, but now with the beauty of her breasts cutting the water in a way sharks dorsal fins do. I had trouble remembering to breathe. Her hair streamed back and rippled in the water and her firm thighs barely broke the surface. This was what water was made for, and I'd let the world turn to desert to keep her in it. She moved up and down, and also a little sideways with each length, drifting off course. If I stayed put she'd eventually bump into me. 

The first contact was a wack as her hand slipped over her head and hit my abdomen. She stopped and stood up, turned around and brushed the water from her face with her hands. 

"Sorry"

That was it. She turned around and decided to go back to breast stroke (Yeah, that one had me thinking too). She did a little dive and gave me a perfect view of her perfect arse. It occurred to me then that I was being flirted with, but it also occurred to me that she had very nearly stroked my cock with her finger tip, and I was drenched in testosterone and thinking as straight as a horny bull.

It took a month before I managed to engineer a meeting. She finally left as I left, and I chanced what I hoped was an understated and casual looking smile. There was a little flicker of something back. I think. I followed her out and no guy was there to meet her. Seems like the muscles with the hair had truly blown it. Well, well. She headed for the bus stop, and so did I. I didn't need the bus. 

Three weeks later she was tied to my bed. Her arms were raised over her head and secured to my solid wooden bed frame with thick, soft red rope. Her breasts were stretched tight across her chest, but were full enough to show the curve. Her nipples were darker than I'd imagined, and were erect, taught and ready to feel. She wore only a pair of red panties. They were the type that show some bum cheek but not all. She was blindfold, and lit by candlelight.

We'd been on dates, and we both knew tonight would be the night. I cooked for her at my place. Her senses were already teased a little. Now they were going to be aroused. She undressed for me. It was a slow provocation, a revelation. I'd been hard from the moment she stepped in my bedroom and slipped off her heels. No, hard didn't begin to describe it. This was like steel, and steel under stress. I tingled and throbbed and ached and wondered if I'd just cum in my pants simply by looking at her. Just in case I didn't I had a plan.

I let her listen to me undressing. I said nothing and took it slow. Maybe it was a teasing revenge, more likely it was a little foreplay for her cute ears. I rustled my shirt, popped my buttons and zinged my zip. Then I stood there, naked and throbbing. I looked down at my erection and it excited me. I was aroused and ready to enjoy her, and I wanted her to enjoy me. I watched her shift a little on the bed. Her hips moved as she positioned herself. 

Then I left the bedroom. I knew she heard me leave, and I knew she must be wondering why, but she didn't say a word. We agreed no talking, and no sounds. She was competitive, and she wasn't going to let me win a round in our game of pleasures. I went out for good reason. It had to be a good reason because every nerve in my body wanted to feel and see her. I went to find the toys I'd prepared. She must have wondered what was coming. There were little sounds as I returned. Hints of liquid things, and no hints at all of other things. It took two trips to bring everything and I stayed hard for both. 

I knew how I would start. I dipped my finger tip in a mix of crushed strawberries, sugar and vodka. I let a drip form on my finger tip, and held it to her lips. They were closed but opened instinctively for the moist treat. To my delight her tongue darted out and she licked her lips. There was a little smile but nothing else. I played the strawberry dip game with each one of my ten fingers and wished I had another hand. Sometimes she sucked the juices and my finger deep into her mouth, and other times her tongue flicked and searched for a treat. My hands were slick with her saliva and the fruit juice. They felt more erotic than hands had a right too.

The temptation to make my cock wet with juice and offer it to her lips was almost too much to resist. Almost. I knew I had other treats in store and didn't want to get too direct too soon. This was a game of anticipation. 

My fingers found an ice cube in one the bowls I had prepared. I popped it in my mouth and sucked on it long enough to smooth the edges. Then I leant over her, my mouth hovering just a centimetre or so above her nipple. I felt the droplet of cold water form, and I knew it had dropped onto her sensitive erect place when her body twitched. She bit her lip to stifle a sound, and I smiled to myself. I played my tongue over the back of the cube and moved across to her other nipple. It got the same treatment and same response. Still there was no sound. I'd have to play dirty.

It wasn't too hard to grip what was left of the ice cube between my teeth. It was melting but still whole. I chose her right nipple. I lowered my head and brushed the ice across it. She bucked and tugged on the ropes. I circled and teased, and she twisted. I could see little rivers of ice water running down her breast and goose bumps forming. The tight skin must be hightening the sensation. I lowered my head again and held the cube there. I just held it and let the cold find her nerves. She was breathing hard and her legs were squirming, but now her torso was still. 

I played the same game with the other nipple. When I'd given it sweet torture I licked the ice water dripping down her breast and side. And I couldn't resist. For a moment I watched her lightly muscled stomach rising and falling, and then I dropped an ice cube in her navel. She bucked and raised her mid section off the bed. Still no sound, but she twisted and ejected it onto my bed clothes. I picked it up, popped it in my mouth and kissed her, letting her feel the contrast between my hot soft, tongue and the cold, hard ice. She kissed me hard.

It was mango next; soft, sweet and pulpy. I'd cut it up into cubes. I ran one across her lips and dropped it in her mouth. Then I took a few pieces in my hand and squeezed them over her panties. The juice flowed from between my fingers. It found the rim of red lace and oozed down. I did it again, just because I could. And a third time. Her panties, dripped now and there was a wet stain below on my bed clothes. It wouldn't be the last.

For a moment I did nothing. I wanted her to feel the wetness, the stickiness and know I knew her most sexual place was drenched in it. Then I lowered my head again, and bit the little bow at the top of her panties. I tugged my head up slowly. Her panties gripped her pussy more tightly and pulpy juice was squeezed from them. It ran from between the lace and out of the sides. She opened her legs briefly and then closed them tight. I smelt mango and pussy. I felt more drunk than a wino at Christmas. My cock bobbed and throbbed and asked my why I wasn't sliding into her. It was a good question. 

The answer was simple. She had to say something. That was the game. There'd be no union until one of us spoke. And silence meant exquisite torture. I pulled at her panties again and felt her legs open wide. They stayed open. I tugged down this time, revealing a little landing strip of pubic hair. Juice stuck to her hairs and skin. I held her underwear down with a finger and licked at her exposed skin. I licked across her pubis. I sucked fruity pulp from her hairs and I let my licking and sucking go down almost to her clit. She was moving softly now. Her hips raised and lowered slowly. I didn't know how long I could resist.

I did know I had to see her most intimate place. I'd always been visual. I had an artist and photographers eyes, and those eyes wanted to see her. I pulled her panties off slowly, watching the trail of moisture they left on her thighs. In the candlelight detail was lost, and only a dark crevasse hinted at the exact shape of her woman's sex. It seemed neat, and pert and I could sense the heat and her own moisture as I put my face close and inhaled. I was close to her and I exaggerated my outward breath so it wafted across her pussy. She threw her head back and shook it slowly. I smiled. She was a player.

I left my face there, just breathing her in, and reached out to find what I was looking for. The paintbrush was new - a wide sable, soft, with a hint of resistance in its bristles. I brought it to make art. Now it was going to paint in a different way. I held it carefully and raised myself onto my elbows. I let it drift down her thigh, just touching. She twitched at the first stroke and I felt her muscles tense. I let the soft bristles roam up one thigh, across her strip of pubic hair and down her other thigh. She was tugging on the rope a little. For a few moments I painted her pubic area, letting the bristles flow over her. Finally, I gave her with she wanted and what I was desperate to offer. I slipped the brush onto her clit.

She bucked upwards like she'd been plugged into the mains. Her legs were wide open. She was pulling hard on the ropes, her head thrashing from side to side. I used the tip of the brush on her clit, flicking it over slowly like moving paint on a canvas. I watched the bristles matt from the fruit pulp and her juices. She thrashed with each movement, and it was hard to keep contact, but this was a job I wanted to excel at. I let her clit rest and brushed her pussy lips. The result was the same. She was jerking and twisting so hard that I worried she would hurt herself. Her mouth was closed tight, held firmly shut.

It didn't do her any good. She caught the first whimper a moment after it escaped her throat. There was no mistaking the sound. It was as powerful in its sexual urgency as it was short. She was going to lose control soon, and I wanted her to. I threw the brush aside and let my tongue drift slowly all the way up her pussy. When it reached her clit I circled with the hard tip. This time she let out a puff of air; a brief explosion of her breath. I started a slowly powerful lapping, her taste fading my own desperate need. And then it came.

"Oh, just fuck me! Fuck me!"

We joined in an exquisite movement of thrusting hips and firing nerves. I took her tied and blindfold. I didn't want to dominate. I just didn't have the self control to free her. I had to be in her. I wonder if she knew I was playing myself as well? Each erotic moment had ignited my desire, and now the only thing that mattered was being inside her. Surrounded by her soft, hot moistness I started to move. She moved too, meeting each of my thrusts with one of her own. We started slow, a dance of rubbing and slipping. She wasn't holding back. Each new movement was met with a gasp and muttered urgings. 

There's a certain pride for guys in lasting a long time, but I knew I wouldn't. I knew I was lost when she gasped through deep breaths

"I'm going to cum. So soon! Fuck, I'm nearly there."

I felt that change in sensation, the tightness in my shaft, the feeling just below the head of my cock that moves beyond pleasure, and into something primal and unstoppable. She wrapped her legs around me and suddenly she was leading the movement. It went to fast and urgent and twisting. She began puffing out deep breaths with each thrust and then screamed. It shocked me for a moment. It filled the room with intense female noise, and I knew she was there. That was my last thrust. I held my cock deep in her and gave in to my body's urgings. 

My body was rigid, and my mouth open as if screaming with her, but no sound came out. For a moment I was frozen everywhere, except my cock. It spasmed inside her, pumping hot white liquid deep into her pussy. Each spurt of semen set off a wave of pleasure. I held myself until the feelings began to ease and my muscles told me to relax. I lowered myself on to her slowly, easing my body against hers. I had strength enough to slip off her blindfold. Our eyes met, and even in the semi-dark they shared a lovers' exchange. I kissed her lips and fumbled to undo the bindings. On release she wrapped her arms around me, and we melted into each other.

We stayed like that for long delicious moments. Then she lazily pushed met off and I completed a roll onto my back. She must have slipped a finger between her legs because the next thing I knew I was licking a cocktail of semen, fruit juice and wet pussy from her finger. And then she straddled me. I felt my arms tugged over my head and ropes hold them tight. I felt the blindfold take away the sight of her and it hurt like a child losing a favourite toy. I felt her get off me, and heard sounds like she was putting something on. 

"So" she whispered "Do you know what I was thinking all those times I let you watch me in the pool?"



Droplets of Lust and Blood



Its cold standing outside waiting in the rain and my blood is running even colder. It has been too long since I have fed and my appetite feels like it will devour from the inside. I'm waiting for the theatre to let out tonight and I hope to pick my next victim here. I'm sure someone will pique my interest. Ah yes, finally the theatre is out and people are beginning to depart. I lick my lips in anticipation, running my tongue over my sharp teeth. Before long, I zone in on a voluptuous woman with hair the color of wheat and her tall masculine male companion. 

I think I will have them both for dinner tonight and with as quick as my thought was, I move to follow them closely and without notice. They halt and wave down for a cab. This is going to be interesting I mutter to myself. I step beside them and wave to the cabby coming also. He stops in front of me and I open the door. I look to them seeing that they are frowning, but I wave for them to come to the cab. "Where are you headed? Maybe we can share." I ask.

The woman speaks up first, stating their heading. She's beautiful but from listening to her speak, the stereo type of a blonde seems fitting. I conveniently state that we're heading to similar directions and I climb into the cab with her in toe. The gentleman with her quietly sits up front. He must be a patient man to be with a woman like this. He seems to be the strong silent type. 

I give the cab driver the dictation of were we are heading and I sit snug next to the woman. She smells delightful and I can feel her pulsating with life. I eye her neck, her wrists, and her breasts and the lusts of blood rise within me. I believe I will have fun with her. As I am examining her body I realize she is babbling endlessly and finally she asks my name. 

"I am Vanessa." I say dryly. I think it is time I begin to move into action before I bore myself even more with her mindless chatter. 

Using my words of power, I spoke demandingly. "Look at me." She did as command. I touch her face and gaze into her pretty blue eyes. "I will have you night. You shall come home with me." 

I can feel her companion's eyes on me; I turned my head and reach to caress his face staring at him. "You too shall come home with me. I will have you as well. I will have both of you." He smiles and nods. 

The car had slowed down; the driver was slightly slumped barely conscious. I point in the direction I want to head and spoke the words of power again. "Drive." I say. He sits upright immediately and begins driving faster to my destination of need. 

The car stops in front of my home. I open the door and take the blonde by the hand leading her out of the car; the man close behind me. I unlock the door to my premises and allow them inside closing and locking the door. I lead them both by the hand up the staircase and into my private chambers; I, like so many others like me, keep them dark and private. I wave my hand and dozens of candles light giving life to the room. The bed will easily hold the three of us with room to share. This couple will bring life to me for a while and I can feel the fire already igniting within and the desire burning me hot. 

I remove their coats and they stand still and quiet eyeing me. I remove my coat and clothing, letting my dress hit the floor and I stand there nude and yearning. I turn facing the woman; my attention will be towards her first. I trace my finger nails down her neck, down to the top of shirt and breasts. I grab hold of her both sides of her shirt and tear forcibly exposing her breasts. I reach for her and fondle them, twirling her nipples in my hands. Her companion comes from behind me, and starts kissing me around neck. He lips are strong and forceful. I think to myself that I believe I will enjoy him the most. 

I grab her by the hair and pull her to me. We are breast to breast and I kiss her sinking my fangs into her mouth. Our mouths trace each other and I nip her tongue too bleeding it then sucking on it. I lick her mouth with my tongue and the marks of my bite fade immediately. I begin kissing around her neck and I can feel her life flow pulsing, calling my name. It will be hard to contain myself, I am so hungry. I drive my hands to her pants, tearing them off and leaving her naked now. I can still feel him touching me, kissing my neck and fondling my breasts. I move my hand to her center, sliding my fingers across her wet pussy. I hear her moan and I pull her close kissing her neck and sinking my fangs into her. I toy with her pussy more, wetting my fingers and sliding them around her hardened clit. I can feel her arousal as I move in light circles. Her veins are pulsing in my mouth. I am being very careful to only sip her. I'm still playing with my food after all. 

She lets out delightful moans and I think it is time to take this to the bed. I lick her neck and my marks again fade. I turn, staring at the man observing his body. He's so tall he has to bend to reach my face to kiss me. He does come to me for a kiss. I do not bite his mouth however; I truly like the warmth of his kiss. I pull from him. "Get undress." I demand. He did as he is told and I point to the bed. Both of them walk toward it. I stay behind to admire my prey. She was short and curvy; voluptuous hips and breasts. He was so tall, dark, and fit. His muscles rippled across his body and his cock was suited well for him. I only hope he knows how to use it well. 

I crawl into the bed like a beast stalking prey. I push her down and ease between her legs. I could smell her, sweet and ripe. I lay down, sliding my arms under her legs kissing her thighs. I kiss and lick from side to side listening to her sweet moans. I dart my tongue over her center getting the taste of her on my tongue. So sweet she is. I can't wait and I drive my tongue hard onto her sensitive clit. She gasps and moans as I begin to twirl my tongue around it. I take her into my mouth, careful not to let my fangs hit it and suck on it, twisting my tongue around. I can feel her intensity. 

Soon I feel a pair of hands on me, pressing for me to lift my lower body. I do and I feel him move sliding his own head between my legs. He begins searching for my spot and starts aggressively licking me. I almost loose my concentration, but quickly get back on track to my toy. I press harder with my tongue and lick faster. I dive my fingers into her hard massaging her spots inside, sliding them in and out. I feel her lift and moan loudly. I push her back down and suck on her. I feel her close, trembling and I start moaning, breathing heavier. I can feel the heat of him licking me and it feels so divine. The intoxication of giving her pleasure and receiving my own is becoming unbearable. 

I feel her clinch and begin to pulse. She's come to orgasm and I release her from my mouth and bring my finger to her clit, rubbing it with speed giving it friction as I move to lick her juices. I can't take it anymore and I bite hard into her lips. She gasps and lifts from the sudden pinch. I grab her with my arms holding her still, sucking the juices and sweet blood. 

I'm so very hungry and she is filling. So sweet, but my attention is quickly brought back to the man licking me. I feel my heat building, the excitement is tantalizing. I feel his tongue diving into me and I start grinding myself into his face. He wraps his arms around my legs and pushes back harder with his tongue. I move to her inner thigh and bite again, hitting her vein. Feeding like this is always intense. I feel my orgasm approach and he drives his tongue faster and harder into me. I convulse and shudder spilling my sweetness into his mouth. I'm still feeding, muffling with moans. Finally I release her; I've had my fill and I'm ready to feel his cock in me. 

She is nearly dead, I've drained her well and she will slip into eternity soon. I slide up and push her off my bed. I didn't want her dirtying up anything more. He doesn't flinch and his eyes are always on me. I lay onto my back, welcoming him into my arms and bringing him for a kiss. I think he is going to be a good lover for the night. He starts kissing around my neck and down to my breasts. He starts teasing my nipples with his tongue and teeth and I moan delightfully, but I notice he stopped and he is looking at me. I prop myself on my elbows, looking down at him puzzled. 

"Don't stop." I say feeling frustrated. 

"Make me like you." He said. 

Normally this doesn't happen. Under my presence my victims should never speak me like this.

"Like me?" I ask. "You want to be an immortal beast with the lust for blood, like me?" 

He nods. I could tell by his gaze he was sincere. He could make a good pet, better yet a companion in the night. And I have been lonely. 

"I want to see how good of a fuck you are first." I say coolly "Then perhaps I will grant you what you desire." 

He nods again and I lay back down. If he can move his cock the way he did his mouth. Surely I could fulfill this request. He moves over top of me again, returning his attention to my breasts. Licking and sucking around my nipples, nipping at them. I moan with pleasure and he moves down my stomach, kissing and biting at my skin. He moves to reposition in between my legs. I lay my hand on his shoulder. "I think you've had quite enough of that. I want this." I reach down to his erect dick and begin to stroke it. He closes his eyes in pleasure and I move faster. 

With a sudden move he grabs me by the waist and lifts me up to his lap while he is knelt. I wrap my arms around his neck and lay my legs across his. He holds me with one strong arms and plays with me using the head of his cock. I star at him discontentedly; normally I am the one to tease. He lifts an eyebrow to me and smirks sliding himself into me. He puts his other hand on my waist and we begin to move back and forth. I begin to moan with pleasure and look down to watch him slide in and out of me, he fills me up nicely. 

He slides me off his lap and lays me onto my back. I sit up grabbing my legs up, he'll be deep this way and I want to watch him fucking me. He moves up and penetrates me again. He starts moving faster, banging into me harder. I love watching him, watching his body flex with every thrust, the sweat beading on his brow. I'm staring at his neck; I see the life flowing through his veins. I hear his heart thudding loudly. I throw my head back closing my eyes and concentrating on his rhythm, sliding in and out of me, moving faster, pumping harder. I feel the heat inside of me building up, moaning loudly and rocking my hips slightly. He pumps into me hard and it sets me over the edge, sending my juices all over him and all over me. I couldn't stand it anyone and I release my legs falling back onto the bed. He towers over top of me, lifting my legs over his arms, thrusting harder still inside of me. He is hitting me in all the right spots I feel myself ready to explode. I look at him staring back at me. His eyes are looking at me as if I am the prey now. I break eye contract throwing back my head in a scream-like moan, arching my back coming all over again. He has not slowed down a second. He has the stamina of a king. I reach up to him grabbing at his neck and he lowers down to me. It is time; I think I will keep him. I eagerly sink my fangs into his neck as he is still thrusting inside of me hard and strong. As I pierce his skin and start sucking his nectar, he grunts loudly and I feel him pulse, coming inside of me. His motions slow as I suck his blood harder. He tastes so good and so powerful. He came as I gave him my kiss, this I took as a good sign. As I drain him more he slumps over my body. I must be careful not to drain him too much. 

He is still inside of me as I release his neck licking his wound. I lift his head up looking at his face. He was the epitome of masculinity. I roll him off of me, laying him on his back. He is wavering as if drunk and in many ways he is from the euphoria of my "kiss". I bite into my wrist bringing it to his mouth allowing my blood to drip into his mouth. I whisper "Drink from me." I feel his tongue lick my wrist and he begins to suck. He drinks my blood and becomes eager for more of me. I feel him becoming erect again tasting me. I pull my wrist from him and climb off. He eagerly climbs back to me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, trapping him. He doesn't realize a change will start. I will have to hold him tight knowing that this time my strength will have to out do his. 

We struggle and I hold him through his pain, whispering in his ear words of encouragement. It seems cruel at first, but I am much kinder to him than the master from my embrace was to me. Finally he eases down and I kiss him, no longer as a mortal but now my undead companion. He returns the kiss, his teeth growing in. He is still warm and erect. We live in desire of each other again, but now as immortal lovers. 



Dropping Jenn Off



At the parking lot for the train, the rain was heaving down. The volume on the roof was nearly enough to drown out Jenn's moans and screams as I thrust in and out of her. The heavily fogged windows provided the perfect cover from the would-be prying eyes of other commuters.

Jenn's black pants were off one leg and on the other. Her shirt unsnapped and her tits overflowing the top of her white bra. She had gained about 25 pounds in the four weeks we'd been together and none of her clothes seemed to fit right. Perhaps it was because of the fringe benefits of working at Wendy's or maybe I'd been cooking too many romantic pasta dinners. But it seemed that since we'd began our relationship her weight had increased dramatically.

To tell the truth, a lot of things had intensified over the past month besides her weight. She'd become more clingy and needy but also more moody as well. A simple comment could cause either a fight or a dark cloud where she wouldn't speak to me for hours. Always followed by a teary apology and great make-up sex but the ups and downs were stressful and began to take their toll on me. There were times I regretted that first day helping her move with all the problems it caused.

For instance, during a conversation with one of her former classmate, Jenn revealed that she had "hooked up" with me. Well, in a small community like that word spreads quickly and I was quickly asked to turn in my resignation from the group home. Not that I had done anything illegal - Jenn was eighteen after all, and free to make her own decision - but the appearance of having a thirty-eight-year-old man lusting after girls old enough to be his daughter would have too many consequences for the agency that employed me. This left me jobless with about a month in savings and two months left paid on my apartment.

Additionally, Jenn in her clinginess had taken to calling herself "my little girl" in bed. That was just a short step to calling me "daddy" and I wasn't sure I wanted that to be the direction the relationship took. Join that with her moodiness and the unpredictable fighting and it was the perfect recipe for second thoughts. As good as the sex was and as beautiful as she was, I was about ready to call it quits and I think she might have been thinking the same.

So it was a welcome announcement when Jenn said she wanted me to drive her to the train station. She wanted to visit her father in Connecticut for three days as her own parents had just split up and then her friend Jamie for a "little girl time." While it was unusual that she would want to see her dad, as they have never been close, I was excited for some uninterrupted time myself.

Which brings us to the train station. Jenn's bag was in the back and we had about 45 minutes until the next train came. The small glass waiting booth was filled with huddled commuters bracing the raw wetness of the pissing rain. She told me to drop her off and that she didn't mind the weather. I told her she was just being stubborn and that she should at least kiss me good-bye.

Our relationship, as volatile as it was, was grounded in good kissing. Her full lips joined mine and our tongues danced. What started out as a delicate exploration of the petal-softness of her plump lips evolved into hungry and passionate violation of her innocent mouth.

She readjusted herself in the passenger seat and I released the seat lock at her side letting the back glide downward. My hands moved instinctively to her oversized breast. What were once D-cups had become DDD's and I welcomed the change. None of her shirts could contain them now and often buttons would be missing from her uniform from popping off. The seams of the pants she wore as part of her Wendy's uniform were straining from the new girth of her rear and hips and that was the last pair she had left.

Contemplating the wealth of curves she presented left my heart weak and my cock hard. I unsnapped her shirt and suckled at the abundance of flesh spilling over her tight bra. 

Jenn looked at her watch and said, "We're gonna have to make this quick if I'm gonna catch the train."

Not needing further encouragement, I fumbled with the black plastic button fastening her pants. It popped off in my hands and she sighed in resignation, or perhaps disappointment about her weight. I unzipped her and we both struggled to move the tight fabric below the equator of her ample wide ass. As the waistband of her black Rayon pants relinquished its resistance, she drew up one meaty thigh and removed it from the confines of both pants and panties, leaving her right leg clothed "in case someone comes."

Whatever the logic, I didn't care. I unzipped my own jeans and let my ten-inch prong stand at attention. Jenn was beautiful and sexy and delicious. Her round face, almond eyes, and olive skin made my heart melt inside. I positioned myself at the hot wet gate of her womanhood and rubbed the head of my cock against her swollen clit, a move I knew drove her wild.

"Quit teasing. you know what that does to me!" she cooed in my ear. I wasn't about to be rushed or forced. I continued jilling her off with the tip of my shaft. Faster -then slower - then faster again - watching the contentrd expression on my baby's face. Looking down I could see it glistening with the slick juice of her pussy.

"I know what that does to you. It makes you cum. Doesn't my little girl want to cum." As weird as I knew it was, I wanted her to call me daddy before she went to see her own father. I was determined not to stop teasing until I got my wish.

"I do. But I want to cum with you inside me. Oh, this is too much, lover. I need you in me," she whimpered.

"Does this feel good?" I asked as I brought my overlubed tip to the entrance of her ass. 

"Yes. You know it does. Please I want you in me."

Jenn had never let me in her ass. We'd talked about it and the willingness was there I suppose - as she didn't mind a finger in her from behind - or my tongue, if I was going down on her. But surprisingly, the subject hadn't presented itself in any real way until now.

"It feels good. But I don't think I can take it. I don't want to hurt. I promise when I get back you can fuck me however you want."

As she said that, I pushed the tip of my cock into her ass, just letting her get used to the feeling.

"Please no. Oh God, It's too much!!!"

"You don't like it? Tell me what my little girl wants." I eased out a bit letting her breathe.

"When I get back, I want you to take me in every hole. But not today. I don't want to hurt for this train ride. I promise, I'll even let you fuck my ass while I have a dildo in my pussy. I'm your slutty little girl. Anything you want baby. Anything."

"Call me Daddy." I said.

With that, her look softened and the power shifted. her hand moved from my back to my cock which she brought to her sopping slit.

"Is Daddy ready to take his baby?" she said. The hint of a tear streamed from her eye as I slid into her tight hole.

It didn't take long for either of us to reach a buildup.

Jenn whispered in my ear, "I'm close Daddy. You can cum inside me. It's okay. Your baby will never tell. Give me that cum. Make your little girl your cumwhore!"

As she ground her cunt around my shaft, her breath quickened and tears were making her mascara run. I used my forearms to spread her fat thighs further apart as I pounded my meat into her. In one final thrust, I buried as much of my prong as I could into her.

"That's it Daddy. Yes! That's it. I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming, oh I'm cumming!"

She clenched her body and seized into a climax as I felt the white heat of my loins erupt. Spasm after spasm burst forth into my little girls honeypot. 

"I'm cumming!" we both cried together. Reeling from the aftershock, we kissed frantically as we lay together. My hard sweating form in contrast to her soft round curves.

As I pulled my cock from her a last spray of sticky fluid landed on her belly. I moved to the drivers seat. She quickly got dressed and looked at her watch.

I exited the car and grabbed her bag. The rain had let up a little and I walked her to the yellow line of the platform.

After a long, soft, wet kiss Jenn whispered, "I love you Daddy."

"I love you too, baby"



Drops in a Strawberry



Elena stood in the middle of an unknown airport. She looked for a familiar face only seen on the screen of a computer. An e-mail attachment photo of a man with grey silver hair and tired eyes. She searched around and at the far end of an aisle she saw a man in black trouser and dark blue shirt. He was holding what seemed to be a dozen roses wrapped in plastic paper with a red lace holding them together. 

She approached him cautiously and asked,

"Andrew Gallager?" 

He looked at her and took her presence slowly. She wore an A-cut knee length skirt with black tights, her feet were covered by black flats with a bow in the front. Her blouse was gray and of tight fit, and there was a thick belt on her waist. She wore little make-up and her eyes were of a very light brown color. Her hair was up in a loose bun and her ears were decorated with black pearls. A small purse in her right hand and a robust suitcase on her left. 

She smiled, her unstained white teeth showed as well as dimples on lower right cheek. 

The man with gray hair smiled back, 

"Glad you could make it," he said.

They both walked out of the airport, Elena was holding her small black purse and the roses while Andrew carried her heavy suitcase. They made small talk about the plane and the waits and the hour difference between the United States and Australia. They smiled occasionally at each other, both with lust in their eyes. 

Andrew could hardly wait to see Elena moaning of pleasure at the mercy of his dick. 

Elena admitted her tiredness and hunger, so Andrew suggested they had dinner at a local Italian restaurant close to his apartment. Elena pointed out that his idea was good, but she had referred to a different kind of hunger, one that his genitals could only satisfy. 

With her words Andrew changed the direction of the car and over speed to his apartment. 

He opened the door for her and she saw the simple yet inviting place. He closed the door and place the suitcase a closet close to the entrance. He went to her and embraced her from behind, feeling her flat stomach and the rough texture of her blouse. 

"Do you have any Fruit?" she asked. 

"I have Strawberry's" 

"May I have some?" 

"Of course."

Andrew went to the kitchen and placed five strawberry s on a crystal plate. While he was at the kitchen Elena had been looking freely at the large apartment. He met her at the living room. She was looking out one of the four windows, by a chair. He went to her, set the strawberry's on the dresser and sat on the chair next to her. She sat on his lap. There was a silence while they looked at each other, and Elena gave the first kiss. One of her hands on the back of his neck pushing him towards her. He placed his hand on her waist and let it slip to one of her butt cheeks. She unbuttoned his shirt and he took off her belt and dress. Her shoes slipped off as he carried her to his bed. She laid there motionless as he took off her tights and saw her black bikini with a matching bra. He went to the dresser and picked up the strawberries and placed them on the bed. His hands were cold against Elena's smooth skin. He felt her thighs and worked his way up. He removed her panties and held them to his nose; the smell was as sweet as the smell of crutch could be. She sat down and pressed her lips against his, then placed her tongue on his mouth touched it and bite it. He pushed her and her back hit the bed. He spread her legs and saw the pink flesh and the juices in her. He felt a compulsion to lick them, and so he did. He circled his tongue around her hard clitoris while she moaned. Her whole was the main attraction, it was small and her lips faced in, she had not been too used. He teased her with his finger and placed it inside her, then another followed, he hole had been opened wider, so he adventure to place another. He pushed his fingers deep inside her and not only slide them in and out but moved the tip inside, almost as if he wanted to tickle her vagina, the result was loud moaning. 

Andrew grabbed one of the strawberries on the glass plate and put it on the edge of inside and out of Elena's hole. He bite the strawberry and lick it, he continued this until there was no strawberry but flesh, her moans were loud. 

Elena sat up and looked at him, 

"Please let me eat you," she said. 

He nodded and stood up. With strawberry juice and her own Elena kneeled and kissed Andrews erect shaft. She then kissed his testicles, a few hairs there, and lick the back side of his shaft all the way to the head where she licked off drops of pre-cum on the tip. She touched the tip of the head with the tip of her tongue. Then she placed pressed the head with her lips. Andrew felt the warmness of them. She continued to place the whole dick in her mouth, and pushed it as far as she could until the head was touching the back of her throat and she was gagging. He rocked his hips back and forth trying to fuck her young warm wet mouth. She massaged her balls and felt the heaviness of them. He pushed her head towards him and moaned. 

He felt the cum bulding up in him. He desire to shot the jets of cum in her pussy but he could not contain any longer. He shot his seed in her mouth to which she tried to get the head away from her throat, she kept his dick on her mouth, and began to drink from the elixir of his wisdom and genetic. Drops on sperm crawled from the side of her mouth, and traveled down her chin, then her neck and chest, and ended on the tip of her very hard nipple.