0 comments/ 14324 views/ 0 favorites Fantasy Date By: nykoala " What would be your ideal date be like... real or fantasy?" I typed. We had only known each other for brief time but had already gotten through most of the "what are you looking for questions." Internet dating and the world of IM were new to me but I was catching on quickly. "You first," she IMed "Fantasy ok?" I replied. "sure :-)" she responded. "This has to happen on a Saturday or a weekday when you are off. You are picked up by a limousine around 3pm and are taken to a day spa where you are pampered with a nice manicure, pedicure, deep tissue cleaning, massage and facial. By the time you are done, you are feeling relaxed, rejuvenated and refreshed. Your lovely auburn hair is styled nicely. You are ready. The limousine then takes you to a hotel downtown where you arrive no earlier than 8pm. You go to the front desk, tell them who you are and they hand you a card key without question, for the room that I have prepared in advance. You go to the room and when you enter, you notice that the drapes are pulled closed and the room is in darkness except for one lamp that is on. Next to the lamp, you notice a vase full of large red roses and a nicely wrapped gift box with a ribbon on it. You untie the ribbon and open the gift box in which you find four items; a beautiful silk bra, matching g-string, a blindfold, and instructions. Your instructions explain that it is very important that you follow the instruction exactly. You are to change into the silk bra and g-string, turn down the blankets on the bed, turn the light off so the room is in complete darkness, put the blindfold on, lie down in the center of the bed and wait. No television, radio or telephone calls allowed. Just wait. You follow the instruction to the letter. After about 5 or 10 minutes, you hear someone enter the room. Do not be afraid, it is I. No talking allowed. You are lying on the bed and must not say a word or remove the blindfold. Simply trust. You hear me walk around to the one side of the bed where you feel me sit on the bed next to you. I reach out and stroke you arm lightly from your shoulder down to your wrist then I close my hand around your wrist firmly. Next, I gently pick your wrist up and slowly fasten a wrist cuff on it. Then I chain it to the base of the bed that I have prepared beforehand. I walk around to the opposite side of the bed, and stroking your arm lightly from your shoulder down to your wrist, I fasten a wrist cuff to it. Stretching your arms out so you are in the center of the bed, I chain this to the base of the bed also. Neither of us speaks a word, as I skillfully fasten the ankle restrains and chain you securely spread eagle to the bed. You are now mine. Mine to do with as I choose. You feel me come closer and kneel on the bed next to you. Your heart races with anticipation and excitement. Running my fingers through your hair, I close my hand firmly pulling your hair, lean forward and kiss you gently on the lips, then once again more passionately forcing my tongue into you mouth while holding your hair firmly. I release your hair and you sigh. With a very light touch, I run my fingers over your eyebrows admiring your pretty face. You feel the back of my hand as I touch you cheekbones then I run my fingers lightly across your lips. You do not move. You have given yourself completely to me. I lower my face towards you again and you feel my breath upon you face. I lightly and slowly rub my nose up one side and down the other of your nose then I kiss you, pulling you closer with my hand behind you neck as I kiss you passionately. You feel me now leaning over you as I gently and slowly kiss your neck and shoulders. I soak up your beauty as I slowly worship you with my kisses. I undo the bra and pull it from you. My lips find there way to your breasts as I slowly and deliberately work my way toward your nipples. I circle one nipple with me tongue as it becomes erect. Sucking it, I roll the other tightly between my fingers then switch to the other. Your breathing becomes shallow as you pull against the restraints. Your body squirms with pleasure, yet the restraints hold securely. I stop and reach for the nipple clamps, taking care to ensure that they fastened tight - just right. You moan with pleasure as you pull against the restraints once again. Just to tease, I lean down picking up the chain between the clamps in my teeth then raise my head slowly pulling your nipples as you gasp. I kiss you passionately as you feel my hand move down your right side over the shapely curves of your waist, thighs, and towards your wet pussy. Your body can hardly contain the excitement as I pull the g-sting to one side circling your clit with my finger. You pull against the restraints and moan louder. Holding the lips of your pussy apart gently with my fingers I begin to lick your hot pussy and clit. Being inexperienced at receiving oral sex you are a little uncomfortable with this at first but them you surrender to your desires, your body aching in ecstasy as I suck your clit. Your pussy is wet with expectation as I slowly slide a finger in side you. You back arches in response. You can hardly contain yourself as you pull harder against the restraints trying to wiggle free to escape the raw passion that has engulfed you. Still neither one of us speaks a word. My palm facing upward I move my finger in and out and you become wetter. With each movement, I reach deeper inside of you my finger pressing against the roof of your vagina until I find the g-spot where I rub skillfully. You scream with excitement, you fight for each breath as your body succumbs to the pleasure and just as you are about to cum, I pause. You moan wanting more, but I am in control, your body is mine, given to me freely, and I will decide when you cum. I begin to suck your clit again only to deny you the orgasm your body cries for as I pause patiently. I loosen your ankle chains just enough to allow you to bend your knees as you eagerly await my throbbing hard cock. Positioning myself above you with my knees between your legs, you gasp as push my hard cock into your eagerly waiting pussy. I move my hips directly above yours as I thrust hard inside you. Bending down I pick up the chain in my mouth and as I thrust deeper, my back arched and pulls on the nipple clamps. I kiss you with the chain in my mouth and the hard thrusting becomes long slow stokes. Gone are the boundaries of flesh, our bodies one, one passion, one excitement. I feel your body begin to tremble. I raise my head, chain still in my mouth. You feel my strength and power as I thrust harder and faster deep within you. I feel your cervix as I push hard against it, driving me crazy, every nerve ending on the head of my cock alive, wanting you and you wanting me. The trembling in you body increases, you pull hard against your restraints, lifting your knees you scream as your body erupts in a violent orgasm. You are breathless, as the orgasm seems to last forever. Your back arches as you pull against the restraints to lift your body up and kiss me wildly and passionately. As the after glow subsided, I put my finger to your lips as if to say "Shhhhh." I withdraw and you lay still as I remove the restraints from you left wrist and ankle. You lay quietly as you regain your breath. I dress quietly and leave. You hear the door close. You are now free to remove your blindfold and the remaining restraints. To your right on the nightstand you see a cold can of Diet Coke, a glass and a card. You pop open the can of Diet Coke and without using the glass, you press the can to your lips and drink quenched your thirst. You remove the card from the envelope. Opening the card, you read three simple words "I adore you." Fantasy Date I've often imagined you making extensive plans for an evening with me. Special plans. Daring plans that stretch your boundaries. Plans that are all about seducing me. You're wearing a new outfit, something you feel almost naked in. Your blouse is tight and low-cut, showing off your curves, and even a hint of the delicate white lace of your bra. Your skirt is scandalously short, ending only halfway between your hips and knees. Your stockings end just below your hem-line, showing just enough skin to keep me thinking about the rest. You're even wearing heels to complete the look. Everything is white, and I tell you that you look like an angel, though I'm thinking you look more like an evil temptress. As you drive to our destination, you tell me that picking out the outfit, thinking about wearing it for me, and getting ready for our date made you horny. You tell me that you decided you couldn't wait, and started touching yourself. I touch your knee as you tell me and start to move my hand up your thigh, but you move my hand away, telling me I'm not to touch you -- not yet. You continue your story as we go, every now and then looking pointedly at my crotch, making sure you have my full attention. I can't help wondering whether or not you're wearing any panties, and make more than one attempt to find out, each quickly intercepted by you. I'm surprised when you pull into the parking lot of an apartment building. You've told me we were having dinner with friends, but with the way you're dressed, I've assumed it was a ruse, and I've been unable to imagine you even getting out of the car. When I open your door, you make a show of getting out, giving me a very unladylike view up your skirt, confirming that you are indeed wearing panties, lacy white ones to match that bra. You let me look for a few moments, then climb out, pressing your body to mine as you stand, close enough that I can feel your pelvis pressed against my erection. You lead me by the hand through the parking lot to one of the buildings, then up the stairs to the top floor. Just a step behind you, I pay a good deal more attention to your legs and your clothes than where I'm walking, and almost trip more than once. A tall brunette (all the women in my fantasies look suspiciously like you) answers the door and invites us in. I've never met her, but you mentioned her name was Karen (and reminded me earlier that evening, since I'd forgotten). She looks you over and comments on how sexy you're looking as you walk by, and barely glances in my direction. She leads us to the dining room, making small talk and mentioning that dinner is almost done. I'm slightly confused to notice only three place-settings, and you ask our host about it. Karen lets distress take over her smile for a minute. "He . . . won't be joining us. He left Monday. He moved in with that whore in 3C." You hug Karen to console her, even though you know perfectly well she's lived alone for years. Her imaginary boyfriend is all part of your plan. Your hug lingers a moment, then she breaks away and heads toward the kitchen. It's your turn to watch her leave. She's not dressed as provocatively as you, with her charcoal skirt quite a bit longer and only the top button of her white button-up blouse unfastened. For my part, I've barely noticed, much more intrigued by the way you're watching her. You blush as you notice my smirk, and lead me by the hand to the table. As we take our seats, I whisper teasingly in your ear. "You were totally checking her out." You look down, still blushing, then press your lips to my ear, whispering back, so quiet I can barely hear you, "I was just thinking maybe somebody should console her". With the words out of your mouth, you turn and stare fixedly straight down at your place, unable to look me in the eye. Karen brings out three plates of food and joins us. For a few minutes there's little talk, as we're all savoring the meal, then you and Karen start talking and then joking about the food. Your hand moves to my leg under the table, and then works it's way up my thigh and rests on my crotch. You massage me through my pants while you eat, and for a minute or two I entirely lose track of the conversation. My attention is brought back sharply when I hear you make a comment regarding "licking it off". You notice me stiffen in response and give me an extra strong squeeze, and continue with your talk, increasingly laced with sexual innuendo and tension. I notice that she's leaning much closer to you than she was a couple minutes ago. Just as I think you're going to bring me to orgasm right there at the table, she stands up. "I'd better take care of these dishes real quick." You're extremely quick to stand up too, "I'll help". You seem exceptionally eager. "Wait here for us?" you ask, almost as an afterthought. From the dining area, I can't quite hear exactly what the two of you are whispering and giggling about as you work, but I can see your bodies occasionally "accidentally" brush against each other. At one point she drops a dish she's washing into the rinse-water and accidentally splashes you, and you start splashing each other in play. When the two of you are done you come back into the dining area. Your splashing has definitely left it's mark. One of her breasts can be seen through her blouse, and a large spot on you gives me a view of the shape of your panties. Karen leads you by the hand to the living room, and I follow like a shadow. There's a loveseat and a chair, and Karen takes a seat on the loveseat, forcing us to choose seats separated from her. Not being an idiot, I choose the chair, leaving you to sit close to our host. "Want to watch a movie?" She turns on the TV without waiting for an answer. On the screen, a man and woman are deep in the act of passion, the woman mounted atop her lover and moving her hips rapidly while he fingers her clitoris. "Oh shit!" Karen exclaims, quickly stopping the movie. "How embarrassing!" Not wanting her to feel uncomfortable, you tell her it's ok. She looks relieved, and asks if we want her to turn it back on. You look at me for a moment, knowing how turned on I'd be to watch such a thing with you, but I try not to give away any of my thoughts, and you tell her that you'd rather not, that you don't like pornography. She looks ashamed again, somewhat dejected. "You must think I'm a slut for watching that." "No" you answer reflexively, your first nature to tell her everything's ok, then you take a deep breath. "I don't think you're a slut for watching pornography. I think you're a slut for trying to seduce me in front of my husband." You look anything but offended, with the hint of a mischievous smile at the corners of your mouth. Karen looks shocked for a moment, stutters a second, then looks at me as if for help, which I'm far too speechless to provide. Finally she rolls her eyes and asks, "So . . . how am I doing?" "Better than I would have thought a woman had a chance at doing." You try for sultry, but what mostly comes across is nervousness, just as erotic for its sincerity. Karen glances at me again, mostly at the erection that's growing even more obvious, and takes that as permission. She moves toward you slowly, catlike, looking at you almost like a predator at her prey. In a few moments, she's straddling your lap. You can feel the skin of the inside of her thighs pressed against the outside of yours. She unbuttons the top could buttons of her blouse, inviting you with her eyes to look at her breasts. From my angle I can see nothing, only your lingering gaze, but it's all I need to drive me wild. She moves closer to you, until her lips come to rest at the top of your head, her breasts brushing against your chin. Then she starts kissing her way downward. Your forehead, your eyelids, the cheekbone just below your eye, the tip of your nose, your soft cheek, your chin, and then finally your lips. At first it's just the lightest brush of her lips against yours, giving less sensation than her breath, but it's followed quickly with another, this time more firm, lingering. Then another, and another, until her lips are locked to yours, nothing between her body and yours but a scrap of cloth. Her kiss is passionate, hungry. Her hands start at your fingertips, trailing a line up the back of your hands, along the skin of your arms, up to your shoulders, where her hands begin to knead and dig, pulling you even tighter. Her lips move to your ears and whisper very quietly, "He's loving this." "Yes" you moan, and I assume you're responding to her advances. I'm squirming with my reaction to your intimacy. She whispers again. "I know the plan was just a little kissing, but we could do more if you want." Her fingers trail down slowly, touching the side of your breast. "I'll be he'd love to watch me slide down, kiss my way up your thigh, tear off your panties, and lick you 'til you explode all over my face." Her hand continues moving down while she speaks, until it's pressed between you, her fingers exploring your pelvis. Sometimes when I have this fantasy you relent, and she pleasures you even better than I can, until you orgasm with yells and screams, not moans and whimpers. Usually, though, the kissing is enough for me. It's your turn to whisper, "Let me think about it. I'm not ready. This was terrifying already". You pull her hand away from your crotch and lift it up to your face, kissing her palm. You both sigh audibly, and you pull away. "I think we should go" you tell her, and she climbs off of you. We say our goodbyes and you kiss her one more time before we leave, soft and chaste, but lingering on her lips. She takes a deep breath and jokes about needing to watch some more TV before bed, and you lead me out the door. I try to tell you how exciting the evening was for me, but you don't answer. Uncertain how to respond, I open your door for you, and you start to get in, but leave your legs on the pavement, giving me another glimpse up your skirt. You grab my pants by the belt and pull me closer. In moments my pants are open and both of your hands are working on me, one massaging my balls while the other strokes my shaft up and down. Your performance on the couch already has me so turned on I can barely think, and your hands jerking me off quickly bring me near to orgasm. When I am seconds away, you take me into your mouth and I let out a gasp. Your hands move to my bottom and start leading me, pushing me in and out of your mouth, and in less than a minute I'm pushed over the edge, wave after wave crashing through me. You climb out of the car and push me down in the driver's seat. I get my legs in just in time to avoid the door as you close it, then run around to the passenger side. You let yourself in and tell me to drive. I feel awkward with my pants still down around my knees, but obey. We drive in silence for a minute, and you finally announce, "I am so fucking horny." I grin. I love when you talk dirty for me. "Can I help you with that?" I glance over and catch you lightly brushing your fingers against the inside of your thigh. "I think you need to focus on the road." You recline your seat about halfway back, then pull your lacy white panties down to your ankles. I split my attention between the road and your hand as it begins to caress your beautiful body. You giggle a little as you slide a finger between your labia, surprised at just how wet you are. "You should touch this," you tease suggestively, but when I try to do so you swat my hand away. "But I don't think I'll let you. I think I'll just play with my pussy and make you listen. I'll just pretend this finger moving up and down across my clitoris is Karen's tongue." I can hear the noise as you touch yourself, and occasional glances let me see enough to make my heart race. "Are you getting hard again?" you ask, though you can see for yourself that I am. "Do I make you hard? Do I make you want to fuck me?" By this point, your body has started moving in time with your stroking, and your breathing has quickened. A light moaning has started, which drives me wild. Your left hand has moved up under your shirt to play with your nipple, sometimes caressing and sometimes pinching. Several minutes of this drive us both wild. Finally, you tell me I need to pull over. The moment the car is parked, you take my face in your hands and lead it to your vagina, where I eagerly start lapping up your juices and flicking my tongue across your clitoris. "Ooh Karen," you moan playfully. "That's just as hot as I thought it would be." Your pelvis rocking against my mouth tells me you've waited 'til the last moment, and despite all your playing, you're all mine. "Oh yes. . . . faster. . . yeah, just like that. . . now don't stop," and finally you're exploding for me, filling me with your lust. Your hands are entwined so tightly in my hair that it would likely be painful if I weren't full of adrenaline due to the rush you give me when you orgasm across my lips. I move my tongue in and out of you, not yet satisfied but knowing that to continue would cause you discomfort. After a few more moments of this I pull the latch on your seat, letting you fall roughly backwards the remaining foot or so, then slide up and into you. You gasp and giggle at once. "Sex toys? Karen, you naughty girl. But don't stop. I've never been taken with a strap-on before. It feels so real." Your tongue makes it's way down to my nipples, where you lick and tease, ignoring the lack of bosom, while your fingers work their way to my bottom, guiding me in and out of you. I speed up, moving against you with the rhythm I only possess while making love to you, and in little more time I reach an overwhelming climax, fueled by an entire night of arousal. Your eyes are still closed as I lay atop you, trying to catch my breath. "That was nice," you coo, "but don't tell my husband. He'd be jealous if he found out I didn't let him watch." Fantasy Date What I was going to do tonight went against everything that I believe in. So why was I going through with it? I always said that I would never be set up on a blind date. I mean what is wrong with me? It's not like I am bad looking or can't hold a conversation or don't have a personality. I have plenty of friends! Actually my problem is that I work too much. I never have time to mingle with people. So when my girlfriend Gianna set me up on this date I was totally against it. I can hear her voice now telling me how nice looking he is, that he has a good job, and lives on his own. Plus, she said, what did I really have to lose? There was just one little catch... he is into Erotic Fantasies. Something about him having sex in public places? Sighing, I wonder, really how bad can this be? It's been a long time since I have been out on a date. Plus, I am up for a bit of excitement! When she finally talked me into it, I told her to make sure the date is only for drinks. We are meeting in the city at a bar called The Lime Light. It's supposed to be one of those places where everyone who is anyone goes there. All of a sudden I feel this rush of excitement. I really want to go. The thing is I don't really even know what he looks like. I was only given this basic description of him, black hair, blue eyes, great body and that his name is Jack. It sounds like he is so hot. Meanwhile he was given a picture of me, so he should have no trouble finding me. I have already decided that I am going to dress really sexy. After taking a shower I go into my bedroom and all my clothes are lying on the bed already. There is a sheer thong with matching bra. It fits so fine that you can make out my nipples through it. Below that are my thigh-high stockings in sheer off–black. And then let's not forget my Fuck Me Pumps. I have this one piece black leather outfit, short, strapless and skin-tight. One wrong move and I am busting out of it. After I am dressed, I look in the mirror. God, I am so hot that I would do me! My make-up is perfect with red lipstick on my full pouty lips. My full head of long curly hair is beautiful and soft to touch . Hope he likes brunettes! Just a hint of perfume and then off I go. I take a cab so I don't have to drive into the city and I get there within a half hour. The place is jumping and the music is so loud it's flowing outside along with all the chattering that is going on. I get out of the cab after paying the driver, and I can see how eyes are on me. It makes me feel good and this way I know that I look hot. I just hope that my blind date finds me hot too! Once inside the place I have no idea where to go. I work my way over to the bar and hope that he finds me. I stand there for what feels like an eternity and then I feel someone looking at me. I mean really looking at me. I slowly turn my head and straight across the bar I see a set of stunning blue eyes looking right at me. He was tall and muscular. His black curly hair was just long enough so that I would be able to thread my fingers through it. Even from across the bar I could see that he had straight white teeth and a wicked grin. Damn, he is so handsome! There is no way that can possibly be him. No way in hell someone that good looking is single. I blink my eyes quickly, but when I look again he is no longer there. Was it my imagination? It can't be. I know I was looking at him. All of a sudden the hair on the back of my neck stands on end. I feel someone right behind me and standing so close that I can feel his breath on my neck. He whispers in my ear, "No one told me how hot you are. You don't know how glad I am that you showed up, Tara." Before he finished whispering I could feel him run his tongue gently on my ear and the feeling of it makes me gasp. He licks and plays with my ear with his tongue. His breath is hot and my body responds immediately. I just met him and he is getting me all worked up! Never before has anyone ever made me feel the way he is making me feel right now. Then he turns me around and says, "By the way I'm Jack." Then he asks me if I had ever been fucked in public! Before I could reply he says, "Thought not." I feel something press against my clit unexpectedly. "Spread for me baby, I want you to feel how it is to have your hot cunt played with while you have so many people around you. Just think, if you start to sweat and drip a bit, anyone around you will be able to smell your scent of sex." He isn't giving me a chance to think, to respond, to do anything. I don't understand how he has so much control over me! All I know is that I am so overcome with all these different emotions all at one time. I can feel the heat of my body just running all through me... and I know I want to do what he says. I spread my legs for him and I feel him nudge the crotch of my thong to the side and just push something cold and long right into me. I hear him whisper in my ear, "Wrap your pussy lips around it baby. You are going for a ride." He licks my ear once again. Before I can react, I feel that cold thing start to vibrate with a slow deep buzz. Little by little it begins to vibrate more quickly. Oh my God! My knees feel like they are going to buckle. Jack is controlling the speed of the vibrations with a little remote in the palm of his hand. My head starts to spin and I wonder if I am going to pass out. The bartender walks over and asks us for our order. Chuckling Jack says, "I think my little lady need something real stiff here, to drink that is," as he winks at me. I can't believe that he is saying that to the bartender when he turns the vibrator up another notch without warning. A bit of a moan escapes my lips without me even realizing it. The bartender turned to me. "Is something wrong?" I am beyond speaking at this point, completely aroused and embarrassed at the same time. Jack answers for me, "She is just very thirsty. You see, she's been working up a sweat. Please bring us your best champagne on ice! The little lady and I have a lot to celebrate." The bartender leaves to take care of our order. I glare at Jack. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" "You are my fantasy date for the night, baby," he smirks at me. As the bartender returns to pour our champagne, Jack holds up his glass to me. "Tara, I am going to make this a date for you to remember." I feel a chill run up my spine. I sip at my champagne, trying to act calm and natural even though that vibrator is still pulsing within me. Jack swiftly pulls it out of me and I squeak out a startled, "Ahh!" I can feel wetness running down my inner thighs. Then I feel Jack's finger stroking the front of my thong, closest to my clit. "Mmmm. Tara, you are so hot and wet... Your thong is so moist. Slip it off for me baby, I want them." I turn looking at him straight in the eyes. "You want what? Are you nuts! You just expect me to slip it off and hand it over to you? All these people around us?" I feel his hand ready to tug them. I just know he will rip them right off me if I don't take them off myself. Jack seems to be someone who doesn't take no for an answer and I am secretly thrilled by his forceful nature. "OK! I will slip them off for you." Once my panties are off Jack takes them from me and squeezes them in his hand. He brings them to his nose, sniffing at them and then licking them before he puts them into his pocket. I stand next to him in disbelief wondering What have I gotten myself into? "Baby, your scent, your taste... I want more of you and I will have all of you." Jack takes me by the hand and we weave through the crowd. As we are walking he rubs my hand lightly over his cock. I couldn't believe how HARD it was and it just felt so BIG. Our eyes meet and Jack assures me that everything will be alright. All I can think about is how I am walking around with no thong on under my tiny dress. I feel so exposed... so naked. One slight move and my cheeks will be sticking out of this dress! I wonder if that's what Jack wants. Is he trying to put me on display, show me off? Naw, that's a stupid thing for me to be thinking. Yet, the thought of all this is making me very excited. The club is so big and crowded and I finally think to ask Jack where we are going. "Have you ever played Billiards?" he asks. "Yes," I respond. "Not that I am very good at it." "Well that is where we are going baby. They have this huge magnificent room that is filled with pool tables." Once there I couldn't believe how big this room was. The carpeting on the floor is so plush and the pool tables are made out of mahogany wood. It looks so masculine. The lights are dim and glancing around I really don't see any women in here. I begin to feel uncomfortable. Jack notices how tense I am and he whispers in my ear. "Relax Tara, we are going to be having a good time here. You will do very well. I know that you can play this game." We find a free table at the very back of the room. I am relieved that we aren't in the middle of the room with all these people around. Jack walks over to the wall and gets two pool cues and chalk and sets them down. That's when Jack tells me that he is going to make this game a bit more interesting and challenging. I am intrigued even though I have no idea what he means. Jack pulls out a blindfold. "Turn for me baby and let me put this on you." "Hey, wait a minute! How am I supposed to see what I am doing, where I am going, or if I am able to play the game?" "Ahhh baby, that is where I cum in," he leers suggestively. "I will be guiding you the whole time." I'm not sure I like Jack's idea very much after all. But I think to myself, it's just a game of Billiards. I let Jack blindfold me, hand me a pool cue and lead me to the table. He tells me to get the rack and set up the balls. "Get closer and just reach out with your hands Tara... you can do it, it's right there." I hesitate, knowing that if I move the wrong way my ass will be exposed. "Come on, baby, just do it." I lean over but I really can't feel anything. Jack tells me to reach out a bit further. I reach as far as I can. I am pressed up against the mahogany table and I know my ass is exposed. My pussy is right up against the wood. Abruptly I feel someone take hold of my hands and pull me up a bit more onto the table. "Hey!" I sputter in surprise. I feel the thick end of the pool cue that Jack is holding start to tease my pussy. He rubs over my clit slowly. Then I feel it slipping it into me. He pulls it out and then presses it back in, this time a bit deeper. "Ooh... stop..." I moan. Jack isn't listening to me and starts working it a bit more in me, teasing me. "Jack," I moan again, more loudly this time. Then I feel a ball gag in my mouth. "Baby... don't fight the feeling... go with it. I am just getting you ready for me. When I fuck that cunt of yours I want it dripping wet!" I have all these mixed feelings -- hate, fear, pleasure. Oh God how I hate Jack right now... but do I really? Before this my life was kind of boring. I actually like the feeling that Jack is using me, letting me feel like such a dirty slut. Jack stops teasing my cunt and I feel my hands get released. Before he takes out the ball gag he tells me, "Only moaning allowed and NO screaming, Tara." I nod my head up and down. The gag is removed and I'm so relieved to breath easily again. My body is stretched out fully on the pool table by that point and Jack is on the table too. He pulls me up on all fours. My ass is out in the open and I know my tits are hanging out a bit too. Jack whispers in my ear that he wants to give me a little taste of what's to come as he licks my earlobe. God, oh how that makes me wild. Before I know what is happening Jack mounts me right here in front of all those men. "Aahhhh," I wail as I feel him easing the tip of his hard cock into me. I can feel it pulsing, both pleasure and pain. It was throbbing almost as much as my swollen, aching clit. He stops when just the head is inside me and moves it around in circles, stretching me. I hiss with pleasure, "Ahhh yesssssss!" Jack pulls out of me, "No, baby, not yet." "No, Jack, please... Fuck me!" Jack only teases me again. He must know how much I want him as I moan and writhe when he enters me but he withdraws again! "Nooo," I plead. "Please, Jack... Fuck me please..." The third time Jack shoves his cock into me, he thrusts so hard he nearly knocks the wind out of me. His huge, glorious cock pumps into my pussy a few times and then pulls out completely. I'm whimpering at the loss of it, "No, no, no. Please Jack!" "Baby, baby, baby..." I hear Jack's voice through the haze of my sexual frustration. "I told you that I was getting you ready." He gets off the table and helps me down to my knees on the floor. I am still wearing the blindfold but his hands in my hair he tell me that he wants me to suck his cock. His words confirm my guess, "Mmm, baby, work me in your mouth so good now. Show me how much you want my cock." I start running my tongue up and down the shaft of his cock. I lick my way down to his balls and take them into my mouth, stroking his cock all the while. After a moment of that I return my mouth to his cock, running the tip of my tongue around just the head. I'm licking in circles... up and down... getting it all wet all over and up once again before starting to slide it in my mouth. "Ahhh," I hear a moan coming from Jack has he takes my hair and starts working my head up and down. He pushes me down on his cock, trying to get me to deep throat him. Mmmmmm, I love the taste and smell of his cock. Jack stops me and pulls me to standing. He tells me to lift up my arms and that is when he takes my dress off of me along with my bra. All I have on now are my thigh-high stockings and heels. Once undressed, Jack nudges me down to my knees again. I go back to work on his cock when I feel soft hands pulling my nipples, caressing my tits. Those hands do not belong to Jack and they are working their way down to my pussy. Jack says to me, "Tara, don't stop. Just go with it." "But, Jack... I... wait..." "No, baby, Go with it. It feels good, doesn't it?" "Yes, but..." Jack pushes my head back down on his cock, effectively ending my indecision. "Suck it better now baby." As I am sucking him, I feel someone spreading my legs wider. Then I feel my leg being lifted a bit and that's when I feel someone beneath me. Someone is licking my clit, sucking on it, and fingering me too! The feeling is so good that I work Jack's cock with even more enthusiasm than before. I am so excited that I am able to work it deeper into my mouth. I suck it in and out, over and over again, squeezing. Jack stops me, "No Tara... I don't want to cum yet." I am still being licked, sucked, and fingered and I love it. Without warning, Jack takes off my blindfold and I can see that it's a woman below me! I am sitting on her face! Jack tells her to stop and to sit up. My mouth drops open in astonishment. The woman that has been licking my cunt and fingering me is my girlfriend Gianna, the very friend who set me up with this blind date! Before I can say anything she put her arms around me and pulls me close. She kisses me deeply, swirling her tongue around in my mouth and sucking on it. She rubs my tits and I take Jack's advice. I just go with it, too. I return her kisses and licks while my hands are roaming around down her body. Squeezing and pulling on her nipples, I travel further south to find that hot love patch of hers. Probing with my fingers, I slip one in. I work it in circles before slipping in another. I press deeper and then add a third finger, pumping that cunt of hers! Her juices are running out of her onto my hands and down my arms. We are moaning, licking and sucking at each other. Jack stands in front of both of us so we both start licking and sucking on cock and in between we are kissing each other. Jack has us both by our hair, controlling our movements and bobbing both our heads up and down his shaft. All this time I had forgotten about the other men in the room. They are watching us and each of them strokes his own cock. They must be wishing they were part of our scene. I am nearly breathless from all the excitment. Jack takes me by my hand and stands me up, slipping my dress back onto me. Without a word, my girlfriend just wraps a towel around herself and disappears. Jack takes my hand again and leads me to another end of the bar. We take a set of stairs going up. "We are going somewhere where we will be alone... just the two of us," he tells me. We walk up a long staircase. At the top landing Jack opens a door. My eyes can't believe what they are seeing. The room is huge and adorned with silk and sheer, long, flowing curtains that blow gently in the breeze. There are French doors that are slightly opened. Outside is a magnificent balcony and overhead the stars are twinkling brightly. Soft music playing, there is a wet bar in the corner, and some kind of incense is burning in the room. There is a beautiful big bed with a cream colored comforter; the thread running through it almost looks like gold. Jack draws me into the room and tells me to get comfortable. He then walks over to the French doors, closing them. I start to feel strange; it's the smoke! Jack instructs me to inhale deeply so I can take it all in. "What is it?" All he will tell me is, "Darling this will make you feel so good." He is right about that. I start to relax and I lose my nervousness. At the same time my body is reacting too. I am getting very aroused -- my nipples harden and my clit is tingling. Jack saw me licking my lips and he knew I was ready. He walks over to me and begins to run his hands over my body. Stepping closer, he gently removes my dress then starts licking my lips himself. He parts my mouth with his tongue, slipping it inside to kiss me deeply. A moan escapes my mouth. All Jack says is, "Yes darling." He runs his tongue down my throat and down to my cleavage. With his thumb and finger he is squeezing my nipples. When Jack takes off my bra my titties just stand up so perky! He puts his mouth over one, sucking and licking it. My hands are in his hair, pressing him closer to me. He continues to run his tongue down my stomach, and once he gets to my thong he pulls it down with his teeth. I step out of my panties and I can feel how excited my body is! Now I am wearing only my thigh highs and my heels again. Jack's nose is right in my crotch, and he tells me how sweet my snatch smells right before he starts to run his tongue over my hard clit. There is such electricity going through my whole body .... all I can think of now is reaching an orgasm. After a moment he stands, takes my hand, and leads me to the bed. He tells me to get on all fours and I do as he says. Immediately I feel Jack directly behind me rubbing my firm ass with his hands. He spreads my ass cheeks. Putting his face there he starts licking my asshole, rolling his tongue and sticking it right into my tight hole. It's driving me absolutely crazy and I feel my hole start to pucker. Jacks moves back, takes his cock in his hand and starts rubbing it up and down my ass crack. He can sense how excited I am, I can feel how excited he is! Then taking the head of his cock, he lubs it a bit then starts pushing it into my tight hole. "Oh no!" I cry out in pain! "Feel me, baby," I hear Jack say. "Take it, baby. It will start feeling good soon." He is pushing deeper, repeating, "Feel me, baby." Trying to relax, I feel him slide all the way in. He moves his cock in and out of me slowly at first, then he starts to pick up the pace. "Ohhhhhh," I moan. It's starting to feel good! I work with Jack's thrusts, backing myself up against his cock. "Feel my hungry cock, baby," he groans as he pumps his cock in and out of me. Reaching his hand out, he grabs a few ice cubes from the ice bucket on the nightstand. Before I can wonder what he will do with them I feel him rub them over my hot cunt. Fantasy Date "Oh my God!" I scream out, "That is so good!" Then he pushes the ice cubes into me. With the same finger he starts fucking my cunt. In and out, he drives that finger deeper into me while he is still fucking my ass. My head thrashes around in a frenzy. I am breathing heavily and my body clammy with sweat. At that point he pulls his cock out of me, wipes it clean then bringing it to my mouth I can suck on it for a bit. Mmmm, his cock is still so nice and hard, I think to myself. Then Jack presses me down onto my back and grabs my legs to pull me to the edge of the bed. He is standing next to the mattress and raises my legs in the air so that my calves can wrap around his shoulders. He is at the perfect height and he takes his hard cock and sticks it in me oh my fucking god so deep! Deeper into my pussy he goes with every stroke, pumping hard, sliding it in and out of my hot juicy dripping pussy. We are both moaning, talking dirty, as he fucks me fast and hard. Through the haze of my lust I can hear Jack telling me how he just wants to fuck me forever, Mmm... He is relentless, pumping away deeper, harder... Oooooh... I can hear my name being called over and over. I hear a pounding sound... it sounds like someone is at the door! I open my eyes, I look around... but wait... this isn't room at the top of stairs of the club. I am home and in my bed! The pounding at the door continues. I get up, yet something just doesn't seem right. I am looking around and my clothes are still on the bed. I grab my robe, put it on and open the door. Standing there is my girlfriend Gianna! She asks me, "What happened last night? How come you never showed up for your date?" All I can do is stare at her. Finally I tell her that after my shower I must have fallen asleep. "I had such a strange dream! I thought I did go out on the date!" She shakes her head and laughs at me. I tell her how sorry I am that I missed it, and that I doubt this guy will be interested in meeting me now. "I think you are wrong about that!" she laughs. She reaches her arm out through the open door and pulls someone in by the arm. My mouth drops open in surprise. "Tara, I want you to meet my friend Jack." I look into a stunning set of blue eyes as the man from my dream greets me with a wink. The End "edited by Rosmarina." Fantasy Date Night This was an exciting moment for me. We had been planning this for months and we are finally living out our fantasy. Monica spent the last few days shopping for a dress for tonight. I sometimes wonder if that was necessary since her lover would only be interested in her. Usually my wife was a jeans and tee shirt kind of girl but tonight she went that extra mile to look as sexy and appealing as she could. The red dress she wore tonight hardly covered anything at all. Monica has a great body and after having two children she still looks as sexy as the day we met. I'm always telling myself that I'm the luckiest guy in the world to be married to such a beautiful and smart woman like Monica. We're both 32 and have professional carriers. Our children are 4 and 6 and spending a long weekend with their grand parents. Monica has blonde hair. She is 5'1" tall and has a knockout figure. Like most attractive women these days who have had breast implants, Monica needed no help in that department. For a petite woman she has a 36C bust which is enhanced by her tiny little waist and proportioned hips. Her shapely little legs look perfect right down to her pretty little ankles and feet. Those little feet happen to be wearing 6" pumps tonight. I told Monica a lot of guys called them "Fuck Me Pumps" which made her laugh. Those pumps were red to match her thin little dress. A dress that barely covered her perky little round ass. The plunging neck line exposed an ample portion of her milky white breasts for all to see. The dress was very thin and you could clearly see her skin underneath the material including her hard dark nipples. If the kids could see the way their mom was dressed tonight they'd probably say she looked like a shorter version of their Barbie dolls. Monica smelled so good when she got out of the bathroom tonight too. The hotel room where we are stay is a suite. We'd traveled from our house in Northern Michigan down here to Ann Arbor just for this meeting tonight. It's a college town. Lots of younger people walking around downtown. In fact you see people from all over the world here from many different ethic back grounds. There are also lots of high tech companies based out of these area with connections around the world. This is what brought us to Ann Arbor tonight. We're meeting a man from the South African region tonight. Rather I should say we already met him a few hours ago. He likes to be called Roger. He laughed telling us in his deep accent that he always wanted an American name. He seemed rather charming when we met. I only stayed in the club long enough to get acquainted before leaving him alone with my beautiful wife. It was a dance club. There were lots of singles here including a few of the students that were old enough to drink alcohol. People from all over the world it looked like were here tonight including our new friend Roger who is as black as coal. That was Monica's fantasy. She dreamed about it for years. Making love to a handsome black man. Roger was certainly a handsome looking guy. He was 6'5" tall, very muscular. Didn't look like an once of fat on the guy but yet he looked so big and massive. Monica and Roger had been exchanging correspondence for several weeks now including exchanging pictures. The last pictures he sent her were him in the nude which were tastily done but still showed her the size of his massive looking manhood. I remember seeing the photo of him naked myself and couldn't believe the size of his cock. Ever since Monica got those naked pictures she debated about baking out of this and perhaps finding a man a little more less endowed. But it was Roger's charm and handsome appearance that Monica seemed most attracted to. Once we met him at the club he shook my hand first as I introduced my wife to him. He seemed very educated and extremely polite. I could tell he was trying not to stare at Monica while I was with them but I know if couldn't help looking at the way her red dress high lighted every single curve of her gorgeous petite body. We talked for over an hour. It was longer than I intended to stay. Monica and I talked about our plan over the past week. She told me she would be extremely nervous about doing this and wanted to spend time alone talking with Roger if I didn't mind. I truly didn't mind at all and found the situation very exciting. After our short conversation I stood up shaking Roger's hand than giving my wife a gentle kiss on the cheek. I was even able to whisper in her ear, "Good Luck" before I left them alone. I wouldn't have left her alone with Roger if I thought she was afraid or too nervous but we had already worked out a sign she would give me by touching her nose with her index finger which she had done. I walked away from their table.?The club was large and rather dark. People were dancing a few feet away from where they were seated. I decided to stay and have one more drink at the bar and found an empty stool where I still had a view of my wife and Roger. He sat much closer to her now. They seemed like they were wrapped up in a pleasant discussion. I sipped on my beer while looking back there way every couple minutes or so. The DJ was playing a mix of dance music both fast and slow. He'd play them in groups and as soon as the next song playing was a slow song Roger got up taking my wife by the hand and led her to the dance floor. He's large frame dwarfed my petite wife as he held her in his arms dancing to the slower paced song. They were still chatting as they talked but Monica seemed very at ease with the big man. I watched them dance and kept an eye on the way Roger held my wife. As they danced and kept chatting I noticed his hand drop down to just the top of the curve of her narrow waist and the top of her round little ass. They turned around as they danced. Monica's smaller arms circled around his back. As they turned I could clearly see now that Roger's hand lowered down even further and was now cupping one of her cheeks. His second hand moved down covering the second cheek than it happened. They were kissing. Their kiss seemed to last a few seconds. It looked rather passionate from my prospective even though I was about one hundred feet away. The music changed to something a little faster so Roger led my wife back to their table holding her hand all the way back and helped her back into her seat. He sat down right next to her and took her hand again as they talked. I finished my drink than decided that perhaps they'd want to come back to our suite soon so I headed to the elevator. I walked into our room turning on the light. I could still smell the scent of Monica's perfume lingering in the air. I fumbled in out bags and found my movie camera and tripod and began getting it ready for their arrival. Yes, Monica had already talked to Roger and he said he didn't mind me watching and taking a movie tonight. I only had to wait about thirty minutes when I heard our door being opened. We had two adjoining rooms. As planned I was going to stay in the second room and they would have the first bed all to themselves. I had promised Monica I'd be very quiet when they got back to our room so I sat down on my bed with the movie camera pointed into their room. I could hear them talking with a little laughter here and there. The camera was on so I knew whatever was happening would be captured on the camera drive. It got very still and quiet. I heard the faint sounds of kissing and clothes being removed. I got up to take a peek for myself. They had a dim light on next to the bed. I only saw Roger's back. He'd removed his clothes already except for his grey boxers. Monica's hands were on his waist. I couldn't see if she were naked or not at this angle. I saw her hands pulling down his boxers. She could barely see her little petite body hiding behind his but it looked like she bent down to pull his boxes down to his feet. I heard her voice. "It's so big." I heard them kissing. Than I heard his voice. "Hold it in your hands." There was dead silence for a few moments. Monica must have been feeling his massive cock. He moved and sat on the edge of the bed. I could clearly see my wife now. She was completely naked except for the "Fuck Me Pumps." "Go ahead. Get acquainted with it." Roger told her. I saw my wife kneeling down right in front of Roger as he spread his legs for her. She grabbed hold of his huge cock again and licked the head before sending it down past her rosy red lips. It looked so massive. She could only fit the huge mushroom head inside her mouth. Roger let her play with it. She did by licking the sides and picking up his ball sack giving them gentle kisses. Monica devoured his cock like a slut for the next several minutes. Roger was gentle with her allowing my wife to do what she pleased with him. Than he stood up. My wife was still on her knees as he placed one of his hands around the back of her head. He seemed to be guiding her head back and forth as she sucked on the massive looking head. I wasn't sure but his cock looked to appear about 10" long. It was extremely thick. Roger stroked Monica's blonde hair telling her she was doing it fine. He kept moaning and groaning like a big animal as my wife kept sucking his big black cock. My camera was capturing everything. I made sure I zoomed in on the action. Roger than placed both his large meaty hands on the back of Monica's head. He started forcing her head forward as my wife tilted her head up a little. His meaty cock kept disappearing inside her mouth. Monica started making sounds like she was trying to get air but Roger wouldn't let go of her head. He pushed forward a little more than allowed his cock to back fully out of her mouth. Monica gasped for air as Roger held onto her head. She coughed and choked a bit but agreeable opened her mouth wide for him again as he slid forward. Down it went. Inch by inch until several inches were stuffed down her throat. Monica was waiving her hands in the air. She couldn't breath. I was debating if I should run out there and put a stop to this than Roger allowed my wife to get some more air. She coughed and gasped for air again only this time she cried out. "Oh God....." Roger replied in a much more dominating demeanor saying. "Do you like it?" Monica clearly replied almost in tears. "Yes." He didn't even wait two seconds before pushing his huge black cock forward down Monica's throat again. She seemed to take it even further this time. Her head tilted so she could accommodate him more easily. Almost half a minute passed when Monica started waiving her arms again. Roger allowed her to pull it out with even a louder gasp for air this time. Monica was crying but it all seemed like she was enjoying being treated this way. Was this planned? I wasn't sure but as long as she wasn't telling him to stop than I was good with it. Roger kept her face tiled up as he leaned down and spoke to my wife. He held her hair tight in his big hand making a fist as he held the blond hair as tight as he could. "Tell me what you want, whore." Roger shook her head when she didn't reply fast enough. Monica cried but replied. "I want your cock in me." "That's not good enough whore.....Tel me again..." "I want your big black cock in my pussy." Than she cried some more as he held her head tight. He leaned down a little further planting his big black lips on her mouth. She was sucking on his tongue as he probed her mouth with it. He suddenly pulled her face away from his and pulled her up to her feet by her long blonde hair. He finally let go and told her in a dominate tone. "Get on the bed and spread those legs for me, whore." Monica was whimpering as she got on the bed and did exactly what Roger wanted her to do. She sat right on the edge and spread her legs as much as he could. He moved up into position taking hold of her legs around the knees and pushed her body back as he lifted her legs up so they would rest against his chest. Her pumps were high in the air about the level of his shoulders as he moved his massive body in closer lining up his thick black cock with her pink pussy lips. He toyed with her holding onto his big black cock rubbing the head along her wet pussy lips. I could see my wife trying to buck her hips desperately trying to lodge the big black head between her pussy lips but he kept teasing her with it. Roger finally gave in and pushed his body forward sending just the head between her tight pink pussy lips. This made her body go stiff as she cried out in pain and please. I held the movie camera in my hand now wanting to capture every erotic moment. Roger hand his arms wrapped around her legs which were pointed straight up in the air as he kept pumping his massive cock deeper inside my wife with each stroke. Monica's hands kept hitting the bed as Roger drove deeper and deeper inside her tight blonde pussy. I think Roger was in most of the way as he positioned himself and began driving his massive cock in and out of my wife like a wild jack hammer. Monica was moaning and now screaming with pain and passion as Roger banged my petite little wife. Her tits swayed back and forth with each thrust Roger made. Monica' was crying out trying to catch her breath with each inward thrust. He was driving my wife insane with passion as she finally screamed out her first orgasm. Roger didn't let up and kept banging her harder until she came again. He finally pulled out dislodging his big black cock with a plopping sound and pointed for my wife to move up onto the pillows. She scooted as quickly as she could and waited for the big man to get back into position between her legs. She yelled out when he first entered her but held onto his waist with her tiny white hands as he started to drive that massive big black cock back inside her tight pussy again. Monica's little legs bucked as high as they could. Her heels pointed upward as Roger pounded that tight little pussy. I kept pointing my camera at them making sure I got good close shots of his huge black cock sliding in and out of her tight wet pussy. I could see a white film forming around his massive shaft as he fucked my wife. Than it hit me. Roger was supposed to be wearing a condom. I got a little nervous at that point since Monica wasn't on any birth control. What could I do? Walk in there and tell him to put on a condom? I just stood there holding the camera with a hard cock as Roger fucked my wife bareback. She kept moaning and was now screaming and chanting for Roger to keep fucking her deep and harder. Her arms wrapped around his back with her nails dug into his jet black skin. Her pumps in tangled around his lower legs now as he kept slamming that thick black meat into my little wife. Suddenly he grunted as my wife came again. This was her forth orgasm if I didn't lose count. Roger's body stiffened up and he drove himself forward in one long lunge and kept himself planted in that position as he sent waives of hot potent seed as deep as he could inside my wife's belly. He backed out briefly only to lunge forward again and laid still for almost five minutes until he finally backed out exciting my wife's once tight pussy with a plopping sound. I could see a thin string of cum leading from her wet pink gaped opened pussy to the black head of his cock. They were both trying to catch their breath as he sat on his knees looking down at his handy work. I wondered what he was thinking at the moment. I sat the camera back down on the tripod after panning in for a nice creampie shot and like a gentleman I handed him a nice big clean towel. He wiped his face and rubbed it around on his head thanking me for the gesture. Monica was starring at me and motioned for me to come give her a kiss. She gave me a warm passionate kiss and I asked her if everything was alright and she nodded her head that she was fine. They rested and drank some wine before going a second round that night. I spent the night in the second bed listening to them fuck most of the night off and on until early morning hours. We slept in late the next morning. We went down and had a late breakfast. Monica seemed so happy and fulfilled. Roger thanked me before we parted that weekend and hoped we could get together again sometime son. I told him it was up to my wife. I remember seeing their passionate kiss as we said our goodbyes that afternoon. Roger and Monica talked before we parted. I just wonder if she made plans for another meeting. On our drive back home I asked her about birth control and she had totally forgotten all about it. I did notice she was in deep thought most of the way home that evening. Starring down toward her belly off and on. I just hoped she wouldn't become pregnant after this meeting.