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Giving In

By: SquishyGirl



I have never felt this way before. I can feel the blood flowing through my veins. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. My skin is buzzing with electricity and my senses seem to be alive. I am in love. I am in lust. Tonight is the night. Tonight is the night that I will become his Mistress.

I lay back and stretch my taut body enjoying the candles flickering playfully, their soft glow decorating the walls with a phantasmal light show. There is music in the background and although I don't recognize the voice, I can feel its primal beat pulsing through my body. The air is warm and scented with the jasmine blooming outside of my window. I reach for the goblet at my side and sip from the pungent wine I have selected for this evening. I glance at the floor and smile at my lover. He cannot see my smile through the silk scarf wrapped tightly around his eyes, nor can he speak to me with that ball gag between his lips, but he knows I am there and he knows I am smiling. His hands are placed on his thighs and I can see his leather bracelet, the sign of his submission, wrapped tightly around his wrist. He has been kneeling before me, awaiting my next command and his muscular thighs are shaking from the strain. His head is lowered and his back is straight, he looks to be very uncomfortable and this is exactly how I want him.

I loosen the gag from his mouth and tell him to stand for inspection. "Yes Mistress," he says as he rises gracefully to his feet. He really is something to see. I walk around him pausing to take in every inch of my precious pet. His skin is tanned and the hair on his legs and chest is silky and dark. His muscles are thick and well toned. His jaw is tight and his tongue darts out to lick his lips repeatedly. I run my hand along his chin, down his neck and to his chest. My fingertips glide along his skin with a feather like touch, carefully avoiding his sensitive nipples. When I do touch his nipples they are already stiff and his cock jumps as I pinch first one and then the other between my fingers. I continue my exploration of his body and I know that the anticipation is making him more excited by the minute. When I reach his swollen dick I take it in my hand and grasp it firmly in my fist, sliding down to my knees in front of him.

"Whose cock is this?" I demand as I run my hand down his thighs and then back up to his balls.

"It is your cock Mistress," he panted.

"That is right. Now turn around and bend over for your Mistress. Grab your tight little ass and spread those cheeks wide for me. I want to make sure you are a clean little slave for me to play with."

He did as he was told. Bending at the waist, his hands clenched his ass cheeks and spread them wide bearing himself to me. I run a finger down the crack of his ass and lean in close to smell him. I stood again and stepped back from him. I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly with his growing excitement. I could hear his breath jagged and hot in the quiet room. "Turn around and stand up straight. I am pleased with your appearance my pet. You have followed my orders very well." I stepped forward and removed his blindfold. His eyes were still downcast, knowing better than to look at me without permission. "I believe that you have earned a small reward for your good behavior, my slave. Go to the bathroom and get your supplies. My pretty pussy needs to be groomed."

His eyes lit up as he replied, "Yes my mistress" and scurried off to the bathroom. While he was away I slid off my panties leaving only my stockings and heels in place. I moved to the big, overstuffed chair in the corner and sat cross-legged waiting for him to return. I was damp with excitement, but I caught my breath and tried to control myself. I wanted his fantasy to be perfect and for that I needed to be in complete control. 

His arms were full as he came back into the room and averted his eyes to the floor. He knelt in front of the armchair and carefully laid out the things he would need to pamper my pussy. He had a big fluffy towel, a new sharp razor, warm baby oil and a bucket of hot water. He folded the towel in half and on bended knee spoke softly, "If it pleases my Mistress I will place this towel underneath you. I do not want to ruin your beautiful chair."

I reached down and patted his head and then stood in front of him so that he could lay the towel on my seat. I could feel his eyes burning on my skin and I knew that he was aching to look up and see my beautiful slit that was just inches from his face. When the towel was laid I spoke softly yet firmly, "You may look at me now my pet. I want you to take very good care of my pussy. I want it clean and smooth. If you miss a spot or hurt me in the least, you will be punished." 

"Yes my Mistress," he replied.

I again took my seat and my pet rose to his knees and very gently took one of my soft thighs in his hands. He placed it over the arm of the chair and then repeated the process with the other. I slid down a bit, spreading wide to reveal my pink folds to him. I could feel him shudder as he tried to hide his eagerness. He wet a washcloth in the hot water and applied it to my pussy. I let out a sigh and relaxed as his pampering began. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of the warm baby oil dripping onto my skin. As the oil dripped down to my ass, my pussy tightened with excitement. He massaged the oil into my flesh with expert fingers and then I heard the razor being dipped into the water. I felt the friction as he slowly slid the blades over my sensitive skin. My nipples hardened and my breath became quicker. He used his fingers to spread my lips and carefully slid the razor over every inch of my pussy, making it silky smooth to the touch. I could feel his fingers probing me as he used the razor up and down my labia. My clit was on fire and the warmth began to spread throughout my entire body. I arched my back and let out a moan as a climax rocked my body. He lifted the razor and buried his fingers deep inside of my dripping snatch as it pulsed with orgasm. As I caught my breath I whispered to him, "That is very good my pet. I see that your cock is purple and throbbing, I give you permission to cum. I want you to stroke your cock for me. When I tell you to I want you to cum on my pussy. That way I can watch my naughty little cum eater lick my pussy clean. You want to taste your hot seed don't you my little pet?"

"If it pleases you, it pleases me Mistress," he sputtered.

He took his cock in his strong hand and began to stroke himself. Slow at first, but soon he was in frenzy as he reached the point of no return. I saw his balls rise up to his body and I knew he was not going to be able to hold back any longer. "You may cum now my pet." As the last word left my lips his hot sticky cum shot from his cock, drenching my pussy. I could see his rod spasm and throb as burst after burst of his man juice shot from his swollen prick. My pink pussy was glistening with his cum and as he relaxed I placed my hand on his head and forced him to my cunt. "Lick every drop of that dirty cum off of my precious pussy. Now."

"Yes Mistress," was his muffled reply. He lapped up his semen from every fold of my pussy, making sure to bury his tongue deep and lick his stickiness from my tight hole. 

When he had finished and was licking his lips clean I took my legs down from the chair arms and stood before him. "You were a very good pet tonight my love. I release you from my service." With those words I undid the bracelet from his wrist and placed it back in the black satin purse where it is kept. He stood before me and looked into my eyes. His eyes sparkled and a small grin was easing itself onto his lips. 

"Thank you for a wonderful evening baby. I never dreamed it could be so good giving myself to you. Thank you for giving me my fantasy," he whispered.

He took me into his arms and held me. I felt safe and loved. He took my face in his hands and kissed me so tenderly that my knees went weak. I loved this man and I felt so lucky that he had trusted me with his secret desires. He carried me to our bed and we made slow, sweet love until we were spent. I fell asleep in his arms thinking about what had happened to us this night, thinking to myself, "I became his Mistress tonight, and I loved it." 

Giving In



It was Friday at last and I was looking forward to my drive out west of me to see Marlene, a good friend I went to school with. She'd tracked me down on Facebook and contacted me, much to my surprise and we ended up talking for hours afterward. One thing led to another and we decided to get together on the weekend and catch up on old times.

I pulled out of the oil change place and gassed up, then headed to the highway to go west. The weather was perfect and the tunes were just right for the drive. I love driving and seeing new places and this was my first trip going this far west of me. Once I came to the end of Iowa, I took a power nap and had a little fun with my remote bullet before I did. I locked the doors and left the windows open a bit for fresh air, as I turned on the bullet and closed my eyes to enjoy a lovely fantasy. The nap felt good and I got back on the road. I started to get excited that I was nearing my destination, as I pulled off I-80 onto I-29 north and headed in the direction she gave me. I went through Nebraska and finally came to the South Dakota border.

Marlene said she was a half hour across the border, so I was really glad to be at the end of my trip. I might like driving, but this was really a long one and was wearing me out. After all the hellos and such, I wanted to just sit and relax and get the road out of me. I came to the road she marked out as the one I turned left on and headed out into the country. It wasn't long before I noticed a distinct lack of civilization any where and wondered why she wanted to live here. I like some peace and quiet too, but this was crazy. The nearest town to get anything was over a half hour away to get to. I figured they got a deal on the land and that's why they were out here somewhere. 

I drove over my scheduled half hour and another fifteen and knew I had to have missed my turn off. I turned around and started back and just as I did, the oil light started flashing and an alarm was dinging away. I pulled over and opened the hood to check my oil and found the dipstick was almost dry. I got down on my hands and knees and looked under the car and sure enough, there was a steady drip coming from the drain plug on my oil pan. I lay down and slid under to try and tighten it, but it was too hot to touch. I got up and wiped the dirt off my hands and knees and looked around for a sign of life. Other than the road I was on, it looked like man had never set foot here before.

I took my phone out to call Marlene and got the dreaded out of range/no signal showing up. Now I was getting a bit worried on what to do. I'm a very independent woman and feel I can take care of myself in most cases, but this was beyond me what to do. I held my phone up, walking up and down the road trying to get a signal. Anyone who saw me would think I was a crazy woman, walking around with my phone in the air, shaking it and cursing the skies.

I gave up on trying and looked down the road as far as I could see. Nothing. I looked back the way I came and knew it held the same possibilities, nothing. I sat in the car again and felt the helpless frustration of being able to do nothing to fix my situation. I cursed the young guy at the lube place for not doing his job right and took some pictures on my phone of the oil dripping and the oil light glowing brightly on the dashboard. I thought if I drove really slow, it wouldn't hurt the engine if I did, so I started it up and heard the knocking sounds. I shut it off and knew that wouldn't work either.

I sat there feeling that helplessness sweep over me and hated that I had to accept that I was. I'm always in charge of things and always make sure things are okay, but this time I wasn't and had to rely on someone else. The frustration got the better of me and I started crying, making me cry harder because I hate crying over things like this. I had my hands on the wheel and my head against them, when I heard a sound outside on the road. I looked out and saw nothing coming ahead and looked in my mirror and saw a cloud of dust far back in the distance.

I went to get out and then stopped myself, wondering if who was driving was friendly or not. I didn't have too many choices to choose from, so I figured taking my chances with the stranger coming, was better than sitting there crying like a fool and doing nothing. I got out and stood beside my car and watched the vehicle coming towards me. I made out that it was a pick up truck and then made out two people inside. 

My heart was pounding like mad, imagining all sorts of scenarios that could play out. I kept a brave face and watched the dark, green Chevy come closer. Once I started making out faces better, I noticed it was a man and a woman and breathed a sigh of relief. I waved to them and they slowed down and stopped beside me. The woman, in her mid to late forties I guessed, rolled down her window and smiled as she said hello.

"Hey there, you okay?"

"Not really. Is there any place I can buy some oil around here? I had it changed before I left and the guy didn't tighten the nut good enough and it dripped out. I need a few quarts to get any where and hope I haven't screwed the engine up now. I tried it earlier and its knocking and banging pretty bad."

The man, I'd say in his early fifties, heard that and shook his head.

"That doesn't sound good. We have some oil back at the house you can use. Should have enough to get you going if everything is okay and nothing is busted up inside. If it is, all the oil in the world won't help."

"How would I know if it is?"

"We'll get the oil and a wrench to tighten the plug and see if it still makes noise once the oil is in it. If it does, most likely spun a bearing or something just as bad."

I wasn't liking the sounds of this already.

"Does that take a lot to fix? The bearing, I mean?"

I saw him chuckle and look at his wife, then back to me.

"It means they'll have to take the whole engine out and tear it all apart and rebuild it. Looking at a couple grand to do that."

"Are you serious? A couple grand? If it is busted like you said, those guys are going to pay for it, this is bullshit."

The woman could see I was getting more upset by the minute and told me to get in. She opened the door and slid over next to her husband so I could get in. I knew there was no other choice to make and got my phone and bag and locked the car. I got in and closed the door, finding myself pressed up tight against the woman. 

"Thank you so much for stopping and helping me like this, I really appreciate it."

"No problem, Honey, glad to be of help. I'm Sharon and this is my husband, Curtis."

"Hi, I'm ShaeLee, nice to meet you."

It was hard to shake her hand in the position we were sitting, but I noticed how strong her hand was in mine. It still had a softness to the touch, but I figured being out here, she had working hands. His felt even stronger in grip and leathery to the touch.

"Pretty name for a pretty woman."

I blushed at the compliment, not expecting to hear her say that.

"Thanks, well I guess my parents should thank you, they named me after all."

They laughed at my humor and made me feel a bit better about things. The little bit of brevity wore off quick though and my mind was back to thinking about my situation. My trip was turning into a disaster and now I might be facing all sorts of legal actions if my engine was needing repaired. I wasn't prepared financially to deal with it and then the realization that I was four states away from my own made it even worse. I tried to think of how I would get my car back to be repaired and how I would get around once I was back. More and more, I found the frustration of my situation getting the better of me again. Sharon noticed and felt me shaking in response to the raging conflict in my head.

"Hey, you alright, Honey? You're shaking like a leaf here."

I put on my brave face and said I was, but she knew it was all posturing and a cover up. She shifted and put her arm behind me, hugging me to her. I don't know why, but it just felt good to lean into her and enjoy her comfort. That brought me to letting go and my tears started again. She stroked my hair and held me with both arms, as the hitches in my breath started.

"There, there, Honey. It's okay. You have a good cry if you want to. Just let it out and we'll get you sorted out soon."

I did just that and let my tears of frustration out, feeling the relief from it. I held onto her thigh with my hands and felt a sense of security with her. It felt good to give in and let go of everything. I had no control over anything and that never happened in my life since I became single. I had no idea where we were going, or how far we had gone when I looked out the window. The road was bumpy and jostled us about, making Sharon and I move against one another. 

I could feel her larger breast rubbing against mine, creating a sensation that got my nipples going and I felt them swell. I stole a glance at what I was feeling and saw her nipples were doing the same and making their presence known through her T shirt. They were larger than mine as well and the dark color of them showed through. I watched our breasts rubbing together as we continued bouncing down the road and watched hers get even harder. My attention was taken away from them when we turned down a lane way and headed towards their house.

It was a huge, log house with trees growing all around it and a large garden of flowers blooming in front. We stopped and I got out, then Sharon came out my side. She held my shoulders and turned me around to look and turned me back. Curtis headed to the garage and went inside.

"I thought I felt something. Your top and pants are covered in dirt and grease, Shae. You didn't bring a change of clothes along, did you?"

I realized I had laid on the ground to slide under the car and now I ruined one of my favorite tops as well. This was just adding up to be one problem after another. I looked in the reflection of the window and saw the dirt she said was there and then noticed the dark streaks across my cheeks where I must have touched them with my hands. I looked like a total mess and no way to clean up and change. 

"Great. Just great. This is turning out to be one shitty, fucking trip for me. I'm lost, phone is useless, car's fucked up, my clothes are ruined and I feel like I'm spinning out of control."

"Like being in control, do you?"

"Yes, I do. I have too much responsibility to let someone else be in charge. I can usually handle things on my own, but I am so far out of my element right now."

"I bet. Come inside, Honey and let's see if we can start putting things right for you again. Have a shower and get cleaned up and I'll try and get these stains out and see if we can save your clothes."

I looked at Sharon and felt I needed her right then and there, that she was my only hope of saving anything of my trip and coming out of it okay. My look softened to her and she could see I was grateful for her help. She held her arms open and I stepped in and let her hug me, as I hugged her back. I liked the way she held me and comforted me and I felt a sense of much need security. She stroked my hair down my back softly and the soothing feeling made me sigh and hold her a little closer.

She released me and took my hand, leading me into the house. I loved it instantly and looked around at everything as we walked through towards the bedroom area.

"I'll take you for a tour after you shower and show you it all."

"I'd like that. Your house is gorgeous, Sharon."

"Thanks, Curtis and I did a lot of it ourselves."

"Really? That's awesome. I'd love to build a house like this, maybe not this big, but one like it."

"Good with tools, Shae?"

"Yep. Got my own set and know how to use them."

I felt Sharon's arm go around my shoulders and hug me to her.

"My kind of girl. I love making things and using different tools. Daddy wanted a boy to share his passion for tools and making things and girl or not, he was happy as anything I loved doing it with him."

"Awww, that's really sweet. I wasn't that close with my dad. He didn't have any hobbies or anything to share with me."

Sharon opened the bedroom door and I was awed by how lavish and completely comfortable the room looked. The huge, king-size four poster bed was decked with throw pillows and a fluffy, white, down comforter covered it. I stood in the middle of the room and just took it all in. Sharon went to the bathroom and brought out a robe for me.

"Take your things off and I'll see about getting those stains out and I'll freshen up your bra and panties too, they must need it after such a long trip."

"Yea, they probably do. Sharon, thank you. I'm so indebted to you and Curtis for all you've done. I'd be lost right now and sitting there completely helpless and alone without a clue on where to start to fix things."

"Hey, no need to feel like that. Just helping a person out of a jam."

"You are, but I feel bad about stopping you from what you were doing before you stopped to help."

"Don't you worry about that at all, Honey. Curtis and I were just going out for a drive to look for stuff to buy. We didn't have any plans that you stopped, so don't let that bother you. Besides, we like meeting new people and you seem like a right, nice person to meet."

"You just know how to make me feel better about things, don't you?"

I was smiling for the first time since I entered South Dakota and felt the change in myself. I looked at Sharon closer to take in her features, wanting to know more about her. Her hair was brushed back and up, held by a large clip. She wasn't shy about the gray hairs blending in with her naturally light brown, it seemed to suit her. Her hazel eyes had an intensity that lay just below the calmness I could see and knew she had passion in her. Her face was well-tanned from being outdoors a great deal, a few lines around her eyes showing her maturity. Her smile was still warm looking and her full lips looked soft and supple. I almost stole a look down further, remembering the sight of her large nipples, but caught myself and looked back into her eyes again.

The intensity had grown and she cupped her hand to my cheek.

"So glad I do. Okay, get those clothes off of you and I'll soak your delicates, while I work on those stains. The shower has multi-jets that feel great, so give those a try after you're clean."

"Nice, but, uhm, I have no idea how they work. I haven't had the pleasure of trying them out yet."

"No problem, come, I'll show you. Bring your robe in and jump in the shower."

I picked up the thick, terry robe and felt the softness and thought about it against my skin, relishing what it would be like. I hung it on the hook on the back of the door and watched Sharon as she showed me the controls. She set the temperature to one hundred and ten when I told her I liked it hot and showed me how to switch from the large sunflower head overhead, to the massaging jets coming from the walls and to my surprise, the floor. I wondered hard on what that was for for about two seconds and saw her smile at me.

"Enjoy."

She patted my waist and stood outside the door for me to undress. I took off my clothes and handed them to her, thanking her once again for all she was doing and went into the shower. The water felt fabulous, as the day was stripped away like my clothes. I checked out her shampoos and saw she liked high quality which made me happy. I loved the smell of the one I picked and lathered up my hair. I looked out the glass wall and saw they had spared no expense in having only the best quality in materials and finishes. I stood under the water and rinsed off and lathered up again, feeling my hair become very soft and clean feeling. Rinsing off again, I looked at what she used for a body wash and it too was a top quality brand from a high end store. 

I started washing my body, feeling the rich lotion cover me and I was feeling like I was in the lap of luxury. I ran my hands over myself, feeling them glide over me smoothly on my skin and I loved the sense of arousal it gave. I finished doing my feet and felt bathed in opulence. I continued rubbing myself, more out of the stimulating feelings it gave me. I knew I was in a strange place with strange people who were being friendly with me, but I was alone and the moment was there and I started playing harder. My nipples were rock hard, but I could barely hold them because they were so slippery. My pussy on the other hand loved the slipperiness. My fingers were gliding between my lips and stroking my clit fast. 

I reached a climax really fast and was surprised at how hard I came. I know what I was feeling was more than just the lotion and knew I came hard. I was wanting more now and I thought about the floor jet. I switched the controls over and the jets came on. I saw the spray coming straight up and almost hitting the ceiling tiles. I noticed the jet was adjustable and bent down to see what it did. I turned it around and saw it get finer and more intense a stream, making it hit the ceiling and splash off. I turned it more and it started pulsing in spurts rapidly. I liked what I felt on my hand when I put it in and stood up again.

I spread my legs and held my lips open, as I moved forward and straddled the spray. I felt it hit and moved back and forth to get it to hit me just right. Instantly, my knees grew weak and I had to squat more to stay standing, but it increased the strength and felt my clit blast me off into orgasm. I started shaking harder and I couldn't hold back my moans of pleasure, as the spray assaulted my tender nub. I went for as long as I could and moved forward, the spray now hitting my pussy and ass. That just kept the excitement level going and I squatted further and took it as hard as I could on my clit again and fingered my pussy hard with three fingers.

I started getting louder and bit my lips hard, as I sent myself skyrocketing into a huge orgasm. I rode it through as long as I could and fell backwards, landing on my ass. I looked at the spray shooting up and then at the floor and saw my cum being diluted and flowing down the drain with the water. Right then and there I swore I was saving all my pennies and getting myself a spray jet like that. That took showering to a whole new level of fun. Using the water from the other jets, I rinsed my pussy clean and used my feet to make sure it all went down the drain. I couldn't imagine what they'd think, coming in and dried cum is all over the floor of the shower. I really didn't want that to be one of their first and lasting impressions of me.

I turned the shower off and used the fluffy bath towel left beside my robe. As I took it off the hook, I remembered it wasn't there when I hung the robe up and wondered when Sharon put it there. I started thinking of how long she was actually there in the room and didn't know what she might have seen or heard. I wiped the mirror clear of the steam and looked at myself. I wondered what she thought of me, if she did at all and turned to look. I knew the glass on the shower was foggy, but streaks of water afforded a clear view when they ran down. I was curious about it as I used the towel to wrap my hair and put the robe on. It felt as sensuous as I thought it would be. I loved how it felt against me, as I opened the door and found a note sitting on the bed waiting for me.

I looked and saw it was to me and read it. 'Hope you enjoyed the shower! Your clothes came out fine and are hanging on the line drying. Curtis and I are in the plunge pool enjoying a Long Island iced tea. We made a pitcher, so there's a glass waiting and a nice spot in the pool to sit and enjoy it. See you soon, Sharon and Curtis.' with two cute little hearts linked together after their names. I could tell they were a loving couple and really enjoyed their time together. I hoped to meet someone I could have that with. A few hopefuls have come on the scene, but I'm not sure about anything long term yet.




Giving In



I tucked the note in the robe pocket, as I walked out of the bedroom and down the curving stairs. I got my bearings where I was and where the back would be, but took my time admiring everything as I went. I got to the French doors and opened it, looking around where the pool was. I heard my name and saw them in a secluded area surrounded by rock walls and gardens. I closed the door and walked off the deck, then along the short path there. It was like coming into a small oasis garden with a small water fall. I stood looking at them, smiling broadly, seeing them as a couple, then noticed they were naked. I could see Sharon's breasts bobbing slightly and her dark nipples clearly capping them. I shifted and looked and saw Curtis' cock floating freely in the water. My smile left quickly, being replaced with an uncomfortable look and no idea what to say.

"Hey, Shae, it's okay, ain't got all day, it's time to play!"

I had to laugh at the dumb rhyming, even though I still wasn't sure what I would do.

"The drinks are over on the cart, so go pour one and sit at the side and put your legs in the water if you don't want to come in." 

I took that cue to get out of that situation and went to the cart, pouring a tall glass and made sure I had lots of ice. It gave me time to think and I had to remember that this was their place and they did what they wanted out here. This was normal to them and I did like the feeling of being naked outdoors, so I considered what I was getting in to. If Sharon had already seen me naked in the shower, which I suspected she did, Curtis might also have seen me and I was the only one not getting a look. Now that I had seen them, more or less, it sort of evened the scoreboard in my mind and figured when in Rome, do as they do. I took a big drink and topped it up again, before I came back.

"Okay, I'll join you for a dip. I don't think I'll scare you if I take my robe off. Oh, by the way, I really love it, Sharon, it feels so soft and cuddly."

"Isn't it great? Like a thousand soft hands holding you all at once."

"Yea, it does feel like that. Okay then, guess it's time to take it off and get in the water. No peeking."

They both laughed heartily and kept looking at me as I undid the sash and shucked it from my shoulders, letting it drop into my hands.

"Surprise!"

"Woohoo. Toss it on the chair there and come in. The water feels great."

I put the robe on the chair and came back dipping my toes in first. It was a bit chilly, but the hot sun and the hot shower and left me in a heated state. I slowly got in and sat down, feeling the water hit my aroused pussy and cool it off. It made me shiver hard and then sat down completely, feeling the water come up over my breasts just below my neck. The first thing that hit me was my nipples getting rock hard and almost aching they were so tight. I couldn't help myself and had to rub them as discreetly as I could to relief the aching. 

I looked up and noticed them both looking at my breasts and blushed hard.

"Sorry, the water was a bit too much on them and they were hurting."

"No problem, Honey, rub away. If it feels good, do it."

"No, it's not like that. They shrank so fast they were really hurting. The hot shower and the hot sun and then plunging them into this, they..."

"Hey, hey, it's alright. Relax, everything is fine. Don't think anything of it. To be fair and honest, mine did about the same thing and I gave mine a rub too. Poor Curtis suffered the worst. He got a bad case of turtle neck and I just finished coaxing him back out when you came out."

I didn't catch on at first and then it clicked. That's why his cock was floating above his lap like a sea creature luring its prey. I had to laugh. It all hit me just the right way, but I was busting a gut over it all. I just had to look at Sharon or Curtis and their looks just made me break out at seeing them. I finally got myself under control again and apologized. Sharon ran her foot up and down my shin softly and told me to enjoy myself and stop being in control of everything all the time and worrying about what people think.

I realized I was just like that. I was always in control of everything, because my life demanded it. Every part of it required me to be in charge and make sure it was done and done right. I really had little, or no time to just let go and not be in charge of anything. I reached back and grabbed my drink and took a few good swallows, feeling the alcohol do its thing and the relaxing feeling it gave me start to take away that sense of control. I lay my head back against the rounded edge and closed my eyes, letting myself float a bit more, feeling my legs becoming buoyant.

I felt Sharon's hands on my left foot, holding it and beginning to massage it. I squinted my eyes open and smiled.

"That feels incredible. Thank you."

"Great, Honey. I like doing massages. If I had oil, this would feel amazing, but it'll be good just the same in here."

"Oh, I bet it would. I had an oil massage before and loved it. I haven't had one in a while and wouldn't mind having one of those again. Love your hands, they feel so good. You give good massages for sure, I can tell."

"Well, thank you, Honey. That's sweet of you. Tell you what, after we have dinner and some wine, how about I give you that oil massage. I wouldn't mind doing a woman's body for a change. I love Curtis' body, don't get me wrong, but it's nice to feel a woman and the differences between them."

I took another drink of L I iced tea and felt another blast of calming warmth from it. I loved how alcohol made me feel. I didn't like getting smashed, just a really nice buzz and that warm feeling inside. I could feel the tingles up my leg, as Sharon worked the arch of my foot and then the balls of my toes. I always thought it was incredible how sensitive my feet were and the pleasure from touching them like this. 

I felt like I didn't have a care in the world right then, despite my situation being so dire. I understood about letting go and how it felt and I was happy inside and breathing easier. I felt Sharon put my leg on hers and then take the other foot and start on it. I didn't care that I really didn't know them from Adam and Eve, but they had given me the chance to unwind and relax and I was more than ready to. I just sat there, almost floating, sipping away on my drink as Sharon lulled me further into a relaxing state. The ice tinkled in the glass, letting me know it was empty and drained the last few drops of it and put my glass on the pool deck.

"Curtis, be a dear and fill Shae's glass again would you? Put some fresh ice in too. Thanks Baby."

Curtis leaned over and kissed her and stood up. I creaked an eyelid open and peeked to see what he looked like out of the water. Even limp, he was almost five inches and nicely thick, then I saw the rows of silver studs along the shaft and opened my eyes a bit wider to focus. There was at least six or seven rows that I could see, with about eight to ten in each row. The sun glinted off the rings on his balls and that had my eyes open all the way. He was shaven smooth and he had a tattoo of a pair of handcuffs linked together, with the initials SW in them. I figured out easily that S was for Sharon and their last name started with W, most likely. When I saw eyes turning towards me, I closed them again and envisioned him all in my mind.

It didn't take me long to imagine him hard and as big as I figured he might be, or hoped. I might be in a weird position right then, but cock was cock and I loved them. I sat there with my eyes closed, feeling Sharon rubbing the most delightful sensations into me as I imagined her husband's cock and what I'd like to do to it. Those studs spelled texture and that was big with me when something was going inside me. I liked cocks with big veins along the shaft and a big head on the end of it. It wasn't so much the length, but the thickness and ridges it had. Curtis looked like he possessed a cock with all the right features, at least in my mind.

I heard my glass set down beside me and a soft stroke of my head from him as he climbed back into the pool. It was only three feet deep, so his cock was out of the water as he passed me. I took a really good look and noticed the thickness of it, knowing he had to have good veins to make it swell to full erect size. I closed my eyes again and put all the new details to it and savored the thoughts. I felt my other foot being placed on Sharon's other leg and then her hands were doing my calves and massaging the muscles well. I was getting so comfortable with her touch and let her work away at me as she wanted.

I reached up and carefully took my glass and sipped at the cold drink. 

"This is really nice. I'm am truly enjoying all of this you two. Thank you for the drink Curtis and again, Sharon, your hands are marvels at making me feel good. My feet feel so relaxed and now my calves. You really do know how to make me feel good."

"Wonderful, Honey. I'm sure you'll enjoy it with oil later."

"Oh, that still sounds so delicious. My neck and shoulders still feel tense from all the driving and so does my lower back and butt for that matter."

That got us all laughing a bit, then Sharon put my feet down and stood up. I saw her naked for the first time and couldn't really avoid looking at her. Her breasts were full and round and the dark nipples I saw earlier looked even bigger and juicier in the flesh. She was in great shape physically, not much fat on her any where and I took a look between her legs and saw she was smoothly shaven and the glittering of precious metal came from her lips and clit areas. I saw her hold her hand out to me to help me up and I took it, holding on to my glass as I did. 

"Come, let's get dried off and have some dinner. You must be starving after your trip. We have some stew in the crock pot and a fresh loaf of bread I baked this morning. Curtis will get us a couple of bottles of a nice red to go with it and we'll have a nice dinner together."

"I just don't know how to thank you both for all you're doing for me. I'd be in such a worse position if you didn't come along. I don't even know the direction to the nearest town from where my car is. I just hope the engine is okay. That's my biggest worry right now."

"Well, let that worry go for now. No amount of worrying is going to change anything, until you know for sure what's what."

"You're right, Sharon. It won't help change a thing. No sense in worrying over nothing. I guess we'll find out tomorrow morning if it's okay to drive or not."

"Yes we will. Ready to go eat?"

"Sure am. I'm starving and a good bowl of stew and bread sounds yummy. I like reds myself, so I'm looking forward to it."

"Great, let's go get it."

Sharon walked me up the steps and I went over and picked up the robe. I saw Sharon standing there comfortably naked and went with the flow and held it in my arm instead of putting it on. Sharon smiled at me, liking that I wasn't shy about my body being exposed to her. She put her arm around my waist and it felt comfortable there. I put mine around hers and felt our hips together as we walked in. Curtis had the stew and bread on the table, bowls and plates at three places. He was opening the wine and pouring glasses as we came into the dining room.

"Excellent Baby, great stuff. Looks perfect. Okay, Shae, you sit here and help yourself to whatever you like. Lots of everything, so dig in."

"This is a new one for me. I've never sat with people naked and ate dinner. I do it all the time when I'm alone, but this is a first. Interesting."

"It is, isn't it? Sharon and I have been doing it for years. In fact we're naked more than we're dressed. Great sense of freedom from it."

"There is, Curtis. I like being naked myself. I like the feeling you're talking about."

"I find it let's us be who we really are and not hide behind the disguise of clothes."

"I would agree with that, Sharon. I've got to say, you guys made a great stew and this bread is great, Sharon. It's perfect for this."

"Glad you like it. Lots of great, small game animals around and we make a batch of stew with some of them. We grow all our own vegetables and eat quite well with what we have out here."

"That's great that you can do that. I wish I could do that some day. I like my independence and doing things like that, I just don't have the place or the money to do it. I hope one day I can live that dream out."

"That's a nice dream to have, Shae, hold on to it and you never know when fate decides to make it happen."

I felt her hand on mine as she said it, letting me know she felt strongly about it too. I shifted mine so I could hold hers and smiled at her, letting her know I was happy with her support on it. She gave mine a little squeeze and smiled broadly. I did love her smile. I found it so warm and inviting and made me want to smile back. Curtis picked up his glass to make a toast, so we picked up ours as well.

"Here's to good food, good wine and good friends. May they all bring us happiness to our spirits."

We all clinked glasses and took a good drink each, before we got back to eating and talking. No matter what topic we hit on, it was something we could all relate to and it brought us closer together. Sharon asked about my personal life and what I was doing. I told her I had tried a few new things and experimented with toys a bit more. I didn't want to let her know about my dalliances in bi-sex and kept that back from her. As comfortable as I was being naked, being that naked wasn't as far as I wanted to go.

She started telling me the things she and Curtis had tried out and found they were thinking much like I was in what they wanted to do. I wondered if she had been with another woman before and asked as subtly as I could.

"I have, several times. Mostly when I was in college with friends seeing what it was like. I did meet a woman when I was in my early thirties that I had a chance to play with and that was a lot of fun. She was more experienced in it than I was, but it didn't take long for me to get into it and enjoy it. I hadn't really even considered doing anything with her, but one night we were getting drunk and one thing led to another and we ended up in bed together. It was before I met Curtis and after I had broken up with my ex. I was lonely, so was she, we hit it off and like I said, one thing led to another and we were at each other like crazy."

"I tried it once already too. Sort of happened like you did and we ended up making out together. We didn't plan on it, but like you said, one thing to another and we were naked and going like mad at each other."

"What did you think of it? The way a woman touches you and does things to you, compared to a man?"

"Hmmm, right off, everything was completely different than how a guy does anything, at least the ones I've been with. I think it's because we know our bodies so well and another woman's body isn't that much different, so we know where all the good parts are and we know how to touch them and do things at the right time. I like not having to ask to do something a different way that I like. I really liked that she just sort of knew by instinct and allowed me the chance to just enjoy everything."

"I agree. She knew all the buttons and the right order to push them. I just laid back and let her do me whatever way she wanted to. I knew I would like it no matter what it was. After I lost count of how many orgasms I had, I knew I liked being with another woman."

"I felt the same way, too. It was so exciting and everything we did just turned us on more. I came a lot too because of her and like you, knew I liked being with another woman after that."

I couldn't believe what I was telling them about myself. I never shared any of my intimacies like this. I wasn't sure why, but it felt good to be able to tell her about them. Curtis seemed to be a quiet guy and never really said anything. I could see Sharon was more of the dominant one in the relationship, but Curtis didn't seem to mind and accepted his place.

"So after experiencing both men and women, which do you like being with more?"

I looked at Sharon, wondering why she asked me that and hesitated in answering. I thought about it and gave her an honest answer.

"I think I'd have to say I still like guys better, because I do love cock, but there's something different and wonderful about being with a woman. I'd have to say I like guys more, but wouldn't mind a woman in the mix."

Sharon was looking at me and seemed to be studying me and measuring me. I wasn't sure why and it seemed innocent enough to me, but something told me there was more to it than just asking questions.

"I'd say I'm about the same. I like a good cock to fuck too and enjoy some pussy once in a while as well."

"I still can't get over that I'm even talking about things like we are. I'm normally not this open with things."

"I guess you just feel comfortable enough with me to say them."

I looked at her as I ate and had to agree. I did feel comfortable with her and felt better finally sharing them actually. I was also feeling a bit wet between my legs too. Sitting naked and talking about sex had my body responding to it all. Curtis topped up our glasses again and I was feeling the warm glow sweep through me as I drank some. 

"You know, Sharon, oddly enough, I do feel comfortable telling you. I'm not sure why, but I feel like I can tell you anything."

"That's because you know there's no judgments handed down here. You can be who you are and not worry you'll be thought of less."

"You know, I do feel that. I feel accepted and everything I say is okay. I really feel I can tell you anything and you'll understand."

"Of course I will. I stopped living my life like everyone else thought I should and live it my way, doing what I want to do. I don't care if they don't agree, it's none of their business anyway. I like who I am and love what I do and my happiness is important to me, so I wouldn't deny myself it because someone gets a bit bent out of shape over it."

"I like that. That's a good way to think of things. I want to know more about myself and what I might like and I'm always worried someone might find out about it."

Sharon held my hand again and looked at me squarely. 

"Honey, whatever you come up with in that pretty head of yours, go for it and enjoy it for all its worth. Nothing worse than wishing you had of taken a chance and tried something new. That's a regret I'd hate to live with."

I heard her words and each one sank in deep and took hold inside me. For all that I wanted to explore and find out about myself, I was holding back from doing it because of what I thought others would think of me if they found out. Sharon's words made all the sense in the world to me. I would never be living my life, until I stopped letting other people's concerns worry me. It all seemed to be, 'just give in and do it and the consequences be damned.'

"I like that attitude a lot, Sharon. I do feel some regret at not taking a chance when I had it. It was there for me to try, but I declined and I've kicked my ass ever since for not doing it."

Sharon studied me a bit closer, getting a sense I guess of what I wanted to try and didn't. 

"I bet I know what it was too."

"I doubt it, Sharon, but you can guess if you want."

"I bet you had a chance to do two guys and couldn't go through with it."

I was floored. That was what I had turned down and I had no idea how she could possibly know that. I looked at her with a great amount of surprise and she started to laugh lightly.

"Honey, that was easy to guess. You're not the only woman who's fantasized about having two cocks fucking her. That and being fucked and having your clit licked at the same time is another."




Giving In



"Oh yes, that too. I can't believe it though, that you just knew."

"You said you were open to new things and tried it with a woman before. You play with lots of toys, and you were married before, so there's not too much left to do that I figured you were into."

"Guilty as charged. I love my toys, especially my magic wand vibrator, that's my main one I use. I guess my fantasies are kind of tame then?"

"No fantasy is tame, Honey, none of them. They are what we derive our pleasure from and what we'd like to experience. I hate that society is the way it is and sex is taken as something bad, or sinful. The only people who really complain about what you do, are the ones who wish they had the balls to do it themselves, but are too scared. They're jealous and that's it. Anyone who says anything against it needs a good fuck to set them straight. I mean, how dumb is it to deny yourself the most beautiful experiences in life because someone said it was bad to do? I mean really, Shae?"

I really sat and thought about that and she was dead on. Every sexual experience I've had since I became single, has brought me so much pleasure and happiness and I know it was the same for those I was with too. No one regretted what we had done and like me, I know their lives were richer and fuller after it as well. I really was enjoying getting to know Sharon. Curtis got up and cleared the table, leaving only the wine and our glasses. 

"How was that, Honey? Your tummy feeling a bit better after that?"

"Oh yes. Thank you, that was delicious and hit the spot perfectly."

"Great, Want to go and lie on my bed while I give you that massage now?"

"Hmmm, not yet, let me digest that meal a bit first and then I'll be happy to get that massage."

"Sounds good. I know, how about a walk outside. The moon is almost full and the air outside is wonderful this time of night."

"That does sound like a nice idea. I'd like to go for a walk with you."

"Wonderful. Let's top off our glasses and we can drink while we walk and talk."

"Perfect. When do you want to go?"

"No better time than now. Let me tell Curtis and we can head out."

Sharon got up and went to the kitchen, where Curtis was loading the dishwasher and rinsing out the crock pot. I topped off our glasses and Sharon came back in after a few minutes.

"All set?"

"Yep, topped up our wine and I'm ready. Just need my running shoes and I'm good."

"You got it. Okay, let's go girlfriend and enjoy some cool night air together."

I got up and handed her her glass and headed to the door to get our shoes on. We walked out into the night air and it did feel incredibly nice on my skin. I felt my nipples doing their thing again and glanced over at Sharon's breasts to see if she had the same reaction. Sure enough, they were perking up to the cool air too. They looked so nice like that, I almost wanted to reach over and touch them. She took my hand and we walked down the lane to the road and headed along the shoulder. It was a slow, leisurely walk and our legs moved in unison together. We didn't talk for a while and I was happy not to. I was really enjoying just being in Sharon's company.

I could feel the sense of freedom I was getting, being naked and not caring about it. I loved the feeling of nudity and I was sharing it so openly with this wonderful woman holding my hand. I felt a warmness towards her, partly friendship, partly trust and I had to admit, partly from lust. I liked how she made me feel about myself and I liked her take on all things sexual. I raised her hand to my face and softly kissed the back of it. She turned and looked at me smiling.

"Just wanted to say thank you, Sharon. You've taken what could have been a disastrous day for me and turned it into a wonderful experience. I'm so happy things worked out the way they did and I met you."

Sharon stopped and faced me, making me face her. She smiled very warmly at me and used her fingers to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. She could see I enjoyed her touch and she caressed my cheek softly, looking at me and I saw the movement towards me. I knew what was coming and readied myself for her. I knew she was going to kiss me and I wanted her to. I let her see in my eyes that I was accepting of her advances and felt her breasts press against mine, as her lips parted slightly before they touched mine. I felt the softness in them against mine and reveled in their feel. 

She let go of my hand and put her hand around my waist, pulling me closer still until out hips met, as her other one went behind my head and held my lips to hers firmly. I started melting into her and let her take me. I wanted to feel her touch and embrace on me. I held her tighter in response and felt her hand leave my waist and go to the curve of my ass. Her fingers dug in and squeezed tightly, almost painfully, but not quite. I felt my arousal level soar instantly and I could feel the wetness between my pussy lips growing by the second.

She ground her pelvis against mine, as her tongue slid inside my mouth and dominated mine. I loved how she kissed as we stood naked, standing on the side of the road not caring, just enjoying what we wanted to. I let my hands fall to her ass and loved the feel of it. I pulled at her and tilted my hips to make contact with our pussies better and she knew what I wanted. Her hand came around to the front and slid down my tiny patch of hair and over my ring. I felt her fingers slide between my sopping lips and stroke them. My moans let her know I was wanting it and she let one finger slide inside and stroked me. 

I parted my legs more and gave her all the access she needed to get to me. Her thumb stroked my clit shaft, as her finger slid in and out easily. Another finger entered and that got me going more. She knew it and worked at me faster, her palm starting to slap off my mound. I kept giving in to her, loving what she was doing and felt an orgasm building. I stopped kissing her and pulled back slightly to look at her.

"I'm going to cum and I want to cum for you. Make me cum, please."

The added please was what she was wanting to hear and smiled. Her mouth went back to mine and her kiss was stronger and forceful, as were her fingers. I felt a dilation inside and then a third finger slid in and that was my cue to orgasm. Sharon thrust her fingers into me hard and fast, working my sensitive flesh inside up to its peak of stimulation. 

There under the bright moon, in the middle of no where with a strange woman, I stood naked and came hard. I cried out loudly and kept telling her to fuck me, as I felt my cum pour from me. I felt myself weakening in the knees, as my orgasm overrode my senses. I was moaning into her mouth and holding on to her tightly, as she fingered my pussy to another orgasm. I pulled my mouth away so I could breathe better, my moans and cries of orgasmic bliss echoing off into the night air. 

A coyote replied to my howls with one of its own and that broke the moment of euphoria, making us laugh together.

"Sounds like it enjoys your howls of pleasure and letting you know."

"You think? Well thank you Mr. Coyote for appreciating that, hope you enjoyed it, because I sure did."

I yelled it out to the night and that had us laughing harder. Sharon looked at her fingers, coated thickly with my cum and looked at me.

"I hope these taste as good as they look."

She slid them in her mouth and sucked on them, savoring my taste and slid them out again.

"You taste very delicious, Honey. Your cum is so creamy and almost sweet to taste. Want to let me have a little more?"

"How could I refuse after making all that wonderful cum in the first place?"

Sharon smiled happily and squatted. She put the back of my knee on her shoulder and moved her face into me. Her tongue knew where to delve in and find what she was looking for, then spread me wide and lapped at me. I wasn't finished cumming it seemed and I felt myself starting to flow again. Her tongue knew just how to evoke it from me and teased my inner flesh with it. She sucked hard on my clit and I held onto her head to balance myself, as I started shaking from the intense feeling of it. My cum was dribbling out in a steady stream and I felt it running down my shaking thigh. I dropped my leg from her shoulder and held onto her head, as she sucked and licked me into a frenzy. I felt her tongue lapping up the trail down my thigh and then sucked on me hard, draining me of everything I had to give. 

She finally released me and stood up, holding me to steady me and I fell into her, holding her tight as I panted through the finale of my orgasm.

"Like how I lick and suck?"

"Oh Sharon, that was incredible. I came so hard for you."

"Yes you did and thank you. I love your cum, Honey. I love how much you give too."

"I know. You had me cumming so hard. I don't usually cum that much."

I pulled my head off her shoulder and looked at her with dazed eyes full of lust. I saw her look at me and saw a look of triumphant happiness.

"Guess I have a way with your pussy that it likes."

"I couldn't say no to that. It was amazing. I loved it. I loved what you did to me and how we did it. This is such a wonderful experience for me, I've really enjoyed it."

"Wonderful, Honey, I'm so happy. Come on, let's go back now and let me massage that great body of yours. I really want to know what it feels like with oil."

"Okay, yes, let's go. Oh Sharon, I really like you. I really do. I love how I'm feeling and I know it's because of you."

"Then let me make you feel even better."

She held me to her and kissed me again, a deeper more meaningful kiss filled with promise. I held her hand and walked with her silently, no words needed because we knew where we were going and what we were doing. All we needed was the moment and we were a part of it. We walked the mile back and every step closer had me feeling more excited about what was next to enjoy. I felt how she held my hand and knew she was in control of where we went and I felt at that moment I would follow her where she took me.

We went back in and I didn't see Curtis anywhere and asked.

"He's probably taking care of the pool and doing the skim and clean cycle, all of that stuff. Come, let's go up and get you settled and hopefully Curtis has the oil warming like I asked him to."

"He treats you really nice, I noticed that. He lets you take charge and doesn't intrude on things."

"He's a sweetheart. I love him with all my heart, I do. We were made for each other. He likes who I am and I like who he is and we work well together. He never questions anything I want to do, we just talk about it and see if it's doable or not."

"He does sound like a sweetheart. I need a guy like that too."

"I think you do too, Honey. You're like me I think and need the freedom to explore who you are and support what you want to do. How miserable would it be, to be with a guy who wouldn't let you enjoy some time with another woman? Or one who didn't like you playing with toys? Or one who didn't like you cumming more than him? You need a guy who can accept you for you and not want to change you at all. You're only going to be happy being you and never being someone, someone else wants you to be."

"You're right, you know. I was never happy in a relationship I couldn't just be myself in. I love who I am and love what I do and it's true, I couldn't be happy like that, ever."

We made the top of the stairs and went into the bedroom and Curtis was good to his word, looking at a large bath sheet on the turned down bed and the bottle of oil was resting in a bowl of hot water. The lights were turned down dim, making it soft and warm about the room. The scent of something tropical and sweet filled the air and it just added to the atmosphere of the room.

"Lie down and get comfy and I'll give you that massage."

"Don't have to ask me again."

I smiled happily and lay face down on the soft towel, getting my head and body into the best position. Sharon sat beside me, her hip pressed against me and I felt the hot oil in her hands begin to be smoothed over my back. I sighed out at the feeling and smiled.

"I love this, Sharon."

"Good. Now shh and enjoy it all."

I nodded and left her to coat me in oil and felt her fingers work at me. The drinks, the food, the wine, the intimacies I just shared with her, all added to my feelings for her. I was all hers to enjoy and I wanted to give myself to her for nothing more than sheer pleasure for us both. She worked my arms and hands completely and felt them become dead weights by the end and felt the tension vanish. She started on my feet again and I loved it better with the oil. She stopped and I felt her shifting about and realized she was now between my legs. Her hands worked on both calves slowly, rising up my legs past my knees and onto my thighs. She stopped just short of my ass and started over again, using more oil and worked the muscles of my thighs.

She raised my right leg and tucked it under her arm and used both hands to do both sides of my thigh. Her hands kept creeping closer to my crotch and it stimulated me inside in want. She put it down and did the other one the same, teasing my sensitive flesh with her hands and exciting me, while relaxing me at the same time. She put it down and reached up to grab a pillow.

"Lift your hips up Honey and let me put this under you."

I wasn't sure why, but I lifted my ass off the bed and felt her pull the pillow under me. Before I lay down again, I felt her soft lips kissing my cheek gently. I pushed back slightly to let her know I liked it and she kissed the other one as well. I lay down and her oil-filled hands were on my ass right after. Her fingers kneaded and worked at them and it felt great. The relaxing of the muscles combined with the sensuous pleasure she was giving, lulled me into a euphoric state. 

I felt my legs being pushed apart further and I really hoped her oil soaked hands would touch my aching pussy. I did feel the oil, as she slowly drizzled it down the crack of my ass and let it trickle down over my lips. The heat felt wonderful and then her fingers were gently spreading it over me, feeling my lips spread wide and knew Sharon was enjoying my inner pink display. I was dying to feel her enter me, even raising my ass to her to welcome her, but she stayed outside and massaged my lips and outer labia only.

It felt wonderful, but only brought me to a higher state of frustration wanting more.

"Finger me, Sharon. I want to feel you inside me making me wet and wanting me to cum for you again."

Sharon chuckled lightly and kept working me over, her fingers relaxing the muscles inside, but leaving me aroused. 

"I'm not finished massaging you. I still have to do stretches. After that, I'll be very happy to put my fingers inside your sweet pussy and make you cum for me."

"Ooooh, thank you. What kind of stretches?"

"I'm going to release your spine and hips."

"How are you going to do that?"

"You'll see. Now, I think I'm about done here, so roll over and skootch down a bit, I need your hands above your head so they don't touch the headboard."

"Okay, but I was really liking the way you massaged my pussy."

"Sweet, I'll do it more later."

"Yum, I can't wait."

I rolled over and moved down enough so my hands couldn't reach the headboard.

"Is this good enough?"

"Perfect. Let me get the wrist restraints and we're all set to stretch."

"Wrist restraints? Can't I just hold on to the headboard?" 

I wasn't sure about the why and it was concerning me.

"Then you'd be tensing up to do it and I need you loose and relaxed. The restraints just hold you in place so you stay loose and everything releases easier and better."

"Okay, I understand that. They don't hurt do they? When you're pulling, I mean?"

"No, no, won't hurt a bit, Honey. They're soft lined and feel nice actually. Let me get them and show you and you'll see."

I lay there aroused and nervous, as Sharon went to her dresser and got the restraints. They were leather and rope and when I looked at them closely, they didn't look scary at all. I felt the soft lining and felt even better about it against my skin. The think band of leather assured me it wouldn't cut into me, so I smiled and gave them to her.

"Okay, they're quite nice feeling, actually."

"I told you. Okay, lie back and put your hands up for me."

I lay back and raised my hands over my head, as Sharon straddled me and attached the first cuff, then wrapped it around the top of the head board and then to my other wrist. The moment I pulled on them and felt the restraint of movement, I felt the submission hit me. I looked at Sharon and I was sure she could see it on my eyes too.

She shifted down so she could give me a kiss, her swollen nipples grazing over my flattened breasts and flicking off my hard nubs sticking up. I sighed at the sensation and felt her lips on mine, taking me and kissing me hard. Her tongue wrapped around mine several times and she sucked it out and bit the tip gently before letting go. I saw the change in her look, how she was looking at me now and I wondered if I agreed to the wrong thing. She moved down and cupped each breast and sucked and bit each of my nipples.

"I love your sweet buttons, Honey. They're so thick and juicy. Yum."

I felt the jolts of pleasure shoot straight to my pussy, zeroing in on my clit and I felt the warmth in me grow. She moved down again and had a leg of mine on either side of her. She started running her hands down my sides, pulling hard on the skin, but the oil made them glide. She got to my hips and began pulling on them and I could feel my spine stretching a bit. She did it several times and I could feel my back loosening each time.

"Let go, Honey and relax. Let me stretch you out and don't hold back by tightening up."

"Okay, it's just hard for me to let go like that."

"Like what?"

"Letting someone have control over me."

"Usually take charge of everything, do you?"

"Have to. No one else to do things but me. I haven't met anyone I feel comfortable enough with to let go yet."

"You feel comfortable with me, don't you?"

"Well, yea, but..."

"But what? You either are, or aren't, not a hard choice to make. I'd say you're comfortable and leave it at that. Don't think you have much of an argument to make, do you?"

I thought of the remnants of my cum still in my pussy from just over an hour earlier, giving myself willingly and eagerly to her to finger my pussy and suck it dry of my cum. I remembered I even begged her to make me cum for her. I was comfortable, but was I comfortable enough to let her have control of me completely? That was what I needed to know.

"I'm not sure. I've never done it, so I'm not sure really how to."

"Well, the first thing you have to do, is relax. Close your eyes and just stay that way as I pull you. I promise nothing will hurt you, or anything is weird that I'm doing. Now, close your eyes, that's it and just relax. Take a few deep breaths in and out slowly."

I did as she asked and felt the tension subside and calmed down for her. She stroked my sides again and then pulled on my hips. I stayed as loose as I could and suddenly felt my spine let go, one disc after another all the way up my spine.

"Oh, I felt that. That felt...that feels really good actually."

"Told you. Now let me do each leg for you. Then, I want to play with that sweet pussy of yours and find out what it can do."

"I'm ready and can't wait for you to play with my pussy. I'm still so wet from the massage."

"Oh, I haven't finished massaging it, I just needed to loosen up your legs and hips first."

I smiled at her with total lust, letting her know I was looking forward to it.

"Don't worry, Honey, I'll make you cum so much for me."




Giving In



"I'd like that. I like cumming for you."

I saw a look of success hidden in her eyes after I said it and wondered again. She moved down a bit more and took my left leg and started with her fingers pressed against my pussy and started working them down, stretching my skin the same way she did before. She held me at the knee and pulled and felt a slight pop and a feeling of more looseness. She did the other one and I felt that one let go as well. I moved my legs about on either side of her, feeling how much more relaxed they were.

"That feels wonderful, Sharon. I liked the stretching, it really loosened me up."

"Good, now let's loosen you up some more."

She raised my legs straight and then spread them wide to the sides and pushed at them to go further. She massaged the muscles and tendons right at my crotch and felt them drop a bit further. She released them and then bent and pushed each one against my chest, making sure all of my leg muscles were stretched well. She rubbed my thighs as she talked to me.

"I think that's enough stretching. Now, for some pussy fun!" 

Sharon moved from between my legs and went to her dresser again. She took out what looked like another harness and came back again. When she put it on the bed, I saw that there were two cuffs much bigger than the ones on my wrists. She took one and before she put it around my thigh, I had to ask her what it was for.

I wasn't sure about it at all. I couldn't really stop her either, as she closed the first Velcro closure around one thigh. I couldn't figure it out at all, bit I didn't let it cause me concern. Sharon took the other one and wrapped the Velcro cuff like my other thigh. It had a large leather pad in the middle of the rope that didn't make any sense to me.

"Uhm, want to tell me what this is for?"

Sharon could hear the nervousness in my voice and smiled warmly again.

"It's to help your legs relax while I play. You don't have to hold them up, or open, just let the harness do that for you. You just lay there and relax and let me make your pussy cum for me."

"I'm really not sure, but if it's for relaxing, well, okay."

She could see my reluctance in doing it, so she took the cord and used it to pull me knees up and then she placed the padded leather pad behind my neck and let it go. I felt the weight of my legs on me and realized how supported they were by it. I knew by my position that my pussy was front and center for attention. Once I got used to it, it wasn't that bad, but the lack of control over things was still bothering me. I wasn't sure if it was a trust issue, or if I just liked being in control, but I had never let myself get put into such a vulnerable state before. I felt a strong sense of trust in Sharon and I wasn't sure why, but something about her made me comfortable letting her take charge and have control over things. How much was now the question I had to consider. In my present state, I was completely vulnerable in every way. I knew already the restraints were strong enough to hold me and I had no way of undoing them. 

Sharon got the almond and vanilla oil and brought a few more towels as well. She slid another one that was folded, under my ass and smiled lasciviously at me.

"Just hoping you make a big mess for me Honey."

I was getting into a playful mood again too, with the prospect of my pussy cumming and delectably licked clean.

"I'm pretty sure I will, Baby. I should warn you that I squirt, so make sure you cover the bed down a ways, because it can shoot pretty far."

"Ooooh, I can't wait. I love squirters and you cum too!"

"Like guy cum, you mean?"

"Yes, nice creamy cum."

"Uhm, I have been known to make that mess too, on occasion."

"Oh my, Honey, I'm going to make sure you give me lots of that yummy goodness. I love girl cum, even more than Curtis' and his is very yummy and makes lots of it too."

I was getting into a bit of a slutty mood and added my own thoughts.

"I like girl cum too. That one woman I met, she could cum like that and it was tasty, I have to admit."

"So you know what I mean? Well, let's see how much you can make for me then, shall we?"

"Let's, but, uhm, can't you untie my hands first?"

"No Honey, for now, I want you left just the way you are. So you just lie there and start enjoying orgasms, okay?"

"I'm not sure I like that though. I like having some control at least."

Sharon saw how nervous and upset I was getting about the idea. She moved so her pussy was against mine and slowly leaned forward until our breasts pressed together and her lips were barely an inch from mine. She softly caressed my hair and face, smiling warmly and looking so lovingly into my eyes. I felt that sense of giving in to her come over me and waited for her to say something.

"You like me, don't you?"

I nodded my head instantly.

"Say it."

"I do, I really do like you, Sharon. I..."

Her finger went over my lips to quiet me, which I did.

"You like the way I touch you, don't you?"

"Mmmhmm"

"Say it."

"I do like the way you touch me. I start ge..."

Her finger was over my lips again and hushed me.

"You know I can make you cum real hard and long, don't you?"

I thought of what we did naked on the side of the road and felt wet. I knew how hard I came for her and couldn't take anymore, or I would have fallen down. I was absently nodding my head without realizing it.

"Say it."

"You can."

"Can what?"

"Make me cum hard."

"Yes I can, can't I. So tell me, why not give up the control of things to me and just let me make you cum? Let me take control and I promise, you'll love giving in."

"I don't know if I can, Sharon."

"Sure you can, I'll show you."

"How?"

Sharon didn't say anything and moved to the side of me. She placed her hand on my ass and caressed my cheek. She looked at me and put her other hand on the side of my face softly and caressed it.

"Like this, Honey."

She kept looking at me and began spanking my curved cheek hard, then moved to the other one. I felt the stinging slaps get sorer and sorer.

"Stop!, Stop it!"

"Make me."

The smug look on her face now irritated me all the more, knowing I couldn't do anything to stop her. I bounced around as much as possible, but her hand hit me where ever it wanted to and I was helpless to stop her. I started crying, partly from the painful stinging that wouldn't stop and partly from not being able to stop it. 

"Want me to stop?"

"Yes, yes, please, stop, please stop, pleeeaase."

I was begging her now, my ass was really hurting, worse than I ever got as a kid and I wanted it to stop now.

"Okay, I'll stop, but here's what you have to do to make me."

She kept spanking the whole time and I know several hits were right on my pussy and that really stung badly. My ass and the backs of my thighs were stinging and sore.

"I'll do it, whatever it is, I'll do it, just stop."

I could barely get the words out through my sobbing, I was crying hard and couldn't stop the flow of tears.

"Let me have control of your pleasure and I'll stop."

I didn't even think long on it, I wanted the pain to stop.

"Okay, okay, you can have control, just stop now!"

No sooner were the words out of my mouth and her hand stopped spanking me. I could feel the heat coming from me and I knew I must have been crimson red. I felt her hand smoothing over my skin, seemingly taking away the pain as she did. 

"Now, let's see how your pussy is doing, shall we?"

I felt her hand slide into my crotch and cupped my pussy. I could tell instantly I was very wet, as her hand started sliding easier over me.

"Oh Honey, you're very wet. If I didn't know better, you got very excited about all that, didn't you?"

I was almost ashamed to admit it. My pussy was tingling like crazy and it was exciting me. I didn't know what had really excited me, but I was and had to admit it to myself.

"I did, I don't know why. I know my pussy is soaking and it bothers me that it is. I don't like being spanked and crying."

"You might not like being spanked and crying, but your pussy doesn't mind. It's literally dripping right now."

I felt like crying again, I felt so embarrassed and ashamed of myself and what got me excited. For all my forays into the world of sex to explore who I was and what I was all about, losing control and being spanked wasn't even considered as a possibility. Sharon saw what state I was getting into and moved in close to me, cuddling me the best she could with the position I was in.

"Honey, why the sad face? You don't feel bad about liking it, do you?'

I was pouting and I could feel my lower lip quivering, feeling like a little girl again. Sharon comforted me like one and made sure I knew she was in control. I nodded and held back my tears as best I could. She gently used her finger and wiped away my tears and kissed me softly.

"Don't feel bad about it. Did you feel like this every time you tried something and found you liked it, when you thought you shouldn't?"

I shook my head no and lowered my eyes from hers. She put her fingers to my chin and nudged it slightly to make me look in her eyes again. I knew they were pools of tears waiting to spill, as I looked into hers, sparkling with a show of loving kindness in them. 

"Don't let this bother you then my sweet baby. Think of it as discovering something you thought you didn't like and found out it has a place in play time for you at some point."

"It's just so strange to think I got off on it some how."

"It was the giving in, the letting go. You can't always play it safe, not if you want to play in unknown territory. You can only hope that you can trust who you're playing with, to know how to bring out what might be inside you waiting to come out."

I looked at her through the blur of tears and blinked to clear them. I felt her lips press against my eyelid and down my cheek. She thumbed away the tears in my other eye and cheek and cupped it. I opened them and looked at her again, her eyes trying to tell me to believe her.

"Trust me Honey. Let me bring out what I think you have inside of you. Let me control your pleasure."

My breath fluttered in response, knowing deep down I really wanted to and just had to say yes. I looked at her, almost pleading for her to not make me say the words and just do it. She smiled brighter and caressed me.

"Say it."

I shivered hard and took a quick breath and tried to be brave.

"Take me."

I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing or not, but like she said, I had to trust her and I'd already agreed to let her control my pleasure. I had to keep that in mind, that this was about my pleasure and cumming and orgasms happened in lots of different ways. This was a brand new one I had to be brave enough to go forth into and experience. Sharon shifted around and got between my legs, making herself comfortable. She lay her cheek against my inner thigh and looked at me lovingly, as she started stroking my pussy lightly.

"I'd like a good taste of you before I start making you taste like almonds and vanilla when I use the oil. I loved what I tasted before and I've really wanted to know how much sweet pussy cum you can make for me. I love cum, Honey. Guy cum, girl cum, I love them both. Make me lots. I'll do what I can so that you do."

"Oh God, Sharon, what am I doing? I don't know about this. Can't I think about it more before I try it?"

"No. Time for you to start enjoying things without controlling everything."

I closed my eyes as I felt her cheek slide down and her lips were softly kissing my pussy lips. I shuddered at the touch and felt her tongue gently parting my lips, spreading them apart and licking my tender flesh inside. I knew she was only starting me off this way to take me somewhere else in pleasure I hadn't been yet and my heightened state had me at a peak of sensation and arousal already. It was the first time I was scared about trying something and finding out about myself.

I felt her fingers parting my lips wider, one of her fingernails hooking into my clit ring and pulling it back, exposing my clit to her. Her tongue worked me deep inside, circling my juicy flesh and then lapped me broadly from my ass, through my lips and over my clit. She flickered the tip over it and circled it rapidly, making it wet and slippery. Her lips started suckling on it, pulling on it lightly. I felt the sensations start shooting through me, hitting all those magical spots inside that get me turned on. I had to start trusting at some point and this was as good as any. I felt her urging me, evoking me to have an orgasm for her and I wanted to give her what she wanted. I felt a desire to please her, as she was pleasing me.

I heard her moan in pleasure, as her tongue lapped at me quickly and I knew I must have been giving up my creamy offerings to her. Her mouth was firmly placed over my opening and I felt her start sucking on me, drawing my cum out to her mouth and tongue. Her tongue flickered at the tender flesh inside, teasing it to keep me stimulated and producing cum for her. I bore down and used my pelvic muscles to squeeze it out to her and I'm sure not a drop was wasted.

I felt like I was being siphoned off by her, relieving me of all my cum I released. I had no choice but to and being honest with my self, I was completely willing to let her drain me. It was like she knew my pussy as well as I did and kept the right stimulation going. I felt myself contracting and dilating rhythmically to her tongue, feeling like I was starting to cum constantly at that point. 

Sharon didn't miss a thing and stayed with me while I writhed and twisted against my bonds, as I succumbed to the intense pleasures of orgasmic bliss. My moans were even coinciding with my releases, enjoying each spurting ejaculation of my cum as it was licked and sucked from me. The experiences with other women, was nothing compared to what I was feeling now. Where before it was all new and unknown, this time, knowing hands and mouth were showing me more of what another woman was like to be with.

It felt like I came forever, when Sharon finally stopped trying to make me cum more and licked away what was left. I was twitching and shaking from the stimulation and I knew I was ready for some serious sexual fun at that point. Sharon had worked me up well, making sure I was pleased, but not satisfied. I loved how she licked pussy and felt the trust grow back in to let her pleasure me as she wished. 

"Thank you so much, Honey, that was wonderful. I adore your sweet cum for sure and I'm so happy you made so much for me. Now, let's finish that massage and have some real fun after. Your pussy needs a good relaxing stretch like the rest of you got and it'll be ready to play all night for us.

"Us?"

That word jumped out from the rest immediately and wondered if she meant me and her. I didn't have to wait long for an answer to that thought though.

"Curtis is patiently waiting for me to call him and let him join in with the fun. From the looks of this pretty pussy here, I'd say it's ready to have some inner stimulation, so let's do that massage and we'll let you enjoy some of Curtis' lovely cock. You got a quick look in the pool at it and know he's got something substantial between his legs, but wait until it gets hard and fully erect, you're going to love feeling that beautiful cock sliding in and out of you."

"How did you know? You couldn't have seen me looking."

Sharon started laughing a bit at my answer, throwing me off by it.

"I felt it."

"You felt it? How?"

"In your foot. I felt the change the second Curtis got up to make your drink. Your foot tensed up and your toes started to curl. I knew you were interested in it and it didn't stop for a bit after, so I had a feeling you were thinking about it as I was massaging."

I knew I was blushing from guilt. She knew exactly what I was doing and thinking. I had no idea my foot had done that, never paying attention to something that far below my pussy when I got excited.

"Tell me I'm wrong."

I shook my head no, knowing she knew the answer already.

"You like cock, don't you?"

"Yes."

I loved cock, but I was trying not to give too much away any more.

"Like a big, thick, meaty cock? One that stretches you and fills you up inside?"

I nodded quickly and smiled.

"Good, because Curtis has eight inches of juicy, thick cock I can't get my fingers around." 

She held her hand up and made a circle with her thumb and finger, showing me how thick he was. Just looking at her hand and imagining it in my pussy, made me drool and I felt a trail of warm slipperiness run out and over my ass. 

"I can't wait to see your pretty lips stretched tight around him, as his cock goes inside you."

That was another image that had me getting soaked at the thought. That was one of the things I loved feeling the most, was a big cock filling me and fucking me well and long. I knew I was getting close to the stage where that's what I wanted to feel and felt myself looking forward to it. I remembered the studs along Curtis's cock and imagined they would be much like the nubs on my glass toys that I loved so much. Imagining that as well, I was feeling my pussy getting ready for it and wanting it, despite any reservations I was still holding on to.

Sharon took the oil and held it above my pussy and let it drain out slowly, coating my mound and lips in it. My ass was coated from the overflow and I knew Sharon was going to do something that required such a large amount. She snapped the bottle shut and ran both of her hands over my pussy, coating them and rubbed them together, getting them coated completely. She palmed me with both of them, pressing against me and pulling down on my skin. Then she placed a palm on me and massaged in a clockwise circle, then used the other one and went the other way.

I felt my pussy easing up like the rest of me and didn't realize the amount of muscles were involved down there. He hands went to my thighs and she used her thumbs to massage and knead my outer labia, pressing against the plump mounds and working at them. I couldn't tell between the oil and my cum which was slipperier, but the feeling was wonderful. It was as stimulating and arousing, as it was soothing and relaxing at the same time. 

My apprehensions were falling away, as she lulled me into a soft, hazy euphoria. She stopped using circular motions and began running her thumbs along my inner lips, pushing against them to the sides, making me splay open wide. I looked at Sharon through slitted eyelids as she played with me. She was happy and contented looking, clearly enjoying the art of massage. Her hands were experienced and knowledgeable, knowing how to work me open and relax my entrance and the walls inside. 

I felt like I was being prepared for something, like an athlete gets a rubdown before the game, or match. I wondered just what kind of games I was going to be playing in and if I was up to the challenge. Her thumbs went inside me and she started pulling at me like she was separating a piece of fruit, prying me open as far as she could and holding me there. She let go and rubbed up and down along my walls, easing the slight burning and stinging from the stretch. She did it again a few more times and then her fingers began doing something I liked feeling.

Using a finger from each hand, she started fucking me with them, working me open each time she brought them out. She slid in another two and the four of them felt nice going in and out, slowly pulling me wider at the end of each stroke out. The oil and my juices made it so easy for her to get into me with no struggle. She worked a third pair in and slowly pushed so her fingers went as deep as they could go. I felt it deep inside and groaned loudly, my pleasure in it making her happy. I loved that feeling of being stretched like that. Every nerve ending around my pussy was alive with stimulation, as her thumbs continued sliding along the shaft of my clit as she went in and out.




Giving In



It was the most delicious feeling to feel, the wetness clearly being heard by us both. She held me open with one hand and poured a large amount of oil straight into my gaping hole. I felt the warmth and languished in the feeling of it. The soothing feeling swept through me and was added to instantly by the addition of her fourth fingers. Slowly she worked them through my lips and entrance, now nicely dilated and relaxed, feeling the glorious stretch of myself and gave up a new batch of creamy thank you to her. 

Sharon's thumbs stopped any more progression inside, as they rested against the side of my clit. Holding them there, she started fucking me with her hands, slowly at first, making me wet and juicy, then faster and harder, her thumbs working my clit as well and sending me into the throes of orgasm again. Cum oozed out past her fingers and drained out over my ass, as I pulsed and spasmed rapidly through the rapture of it. She took her fingers out and reversed her hold, putting the backs of her hands together, digging her fingers into the inner walls and rubbing them hard.

I'd never felt such intense stimulation of them before and the wet sounds increased rapidly, as my cum was stimulated from me. I moaned and groaned through it all, barely finding words to say.

"Yes, Baby, yes Baby. I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Oh make me cum, I want to cum for you. Make me cum harder."

"Yes you will, Honey."

Sharon put her lips over my throbbing clit and sucked on me hard, then bit me. My legs were shaking nervously and hard, as I started twitching and bucking against her. I was sloshing inside from so much fluid build up and the oil and knew the towels under me were getting soaked by it. 

"I think you're ready to squirt for me, Honey."

"Yes, yes, make me squirt. I want to squirt for you."

She took her left hand out and turned her right, so her fingers were facing into my G spot. Her fingers curled into it and she was tickling and teasing the ridged flesh inside. I responded instantly to it and felt my area get tighter and the pressure build up. Sharon rubbed my clit with her fingers, as she started working me over harder inside. I became saturated and then that feeling of release came and her fingers shot out of me and my squirt came. I could hear the strength of it in the sound of the hiss it made. Her fingers were back over my splayed flesh and rubbed me fast and hard. That brought me right back to squirting and shot another few streams out.

At that point I was usually done, but Sharon had three fingers back inside me and worked my G spot up again. I felt the pressure build up quickly and knew I had more to go and so did she. She tapped at me and pressed in on me, my clit providing the fuel for the blast. Everything lined up again and her fingers shot out with another big stream right behind them. Once again her fingers rubbed my juicy flesh and kept the squirt going longer. I felt it spraying over me and soaking me, loving the feel of it. I know all I was making was incoherent sounds by then.

"Beautiful, Honey, you are such a good little squirter."

She slowed down and brought me back gradually, several small spurts still shooting out as she did. She took her fingers out and rubbed my pussy softly, feeling my engorged and fattened lips and clit.

"I think it's time Curtis has a chance to enjoy some of this lovely pussy now. He's so good at waiting until I'm done having my fun first. He loves to be squirted on, so he's going to love you. You're all primed up to go, so he'll be happy."

"Oh God, Sharon, I don't think I have any more in me."

"Of course you do. I barely got you started squirting."

"I've never even squirted that much before, how do you know?"

"You'll be surprised at how much lovely juice you have to squirt. Oh, and think of all the wonderful orgasms you'll have while doing them. I'm just going to make you cum all night for me, Honey."

"Oh my God, you'll drive me crazy, Sharon."

"Yes I will, count on it. I don't want you thinking of anything but cumming for me, Honey. That's all I want you to think about, nothing else. You're mine to pleasure and you'll be well pleasured, I assure you, like you've never been pleasured before."

I'm sure the distressed look of panic was written all over me. She saw it and smiled, as she leaned down over me and kissed me again, like she was my lover and partner in life. I tasted myself on her lips and tongue as she kissed me and she once again calmed me, making me feel safe with her. I always felt I needed to be in control, that without it, I was vulnerable and liable to get hurt if I wasn't, at least that's how I always saw it. Lying there restrained with a woman I had only met hours ago, had me wondering about myself and how and why I let myself get into this situation.

Sharon leaned over to the phone at the side of the bed and punched a button on it. I heard it buzz once and then heard Curtis.

"Hello my Love."

"Hi sweet man. Time to come and play, Baby."

"See you shortly."

She clicked the phone off and lay beside me, running her hand over my soaking pussy. 

"He'll be right here. Tell me, have you ever been pumped?"

The word made me gulp. Of course I pumped myself. I loved doing it and playing. It was like making a normal play session ten times better. I got so sensitive and it took so little to make me cum.

"I have."

"Oh good, so you know what it's like. Do you like it?"

I knew I could lie and say I didn't really, but she was going to do it anyway and I confessed my enjoyment of it.

"I do."

"Wonderful, Honey. I love when a pussy gets big and fat from pumping. Have you done your clit too?"

"I've only done my clit actually. I haven't done my whole pussy yet."

"That's so great, I get to be the first to do it for you. You're going to love it. If you like your clit done, this feels incredible."

I wasn't sure whether to start worrying, or start getting ready to have fun. Me playing by myself was one thing, but letting her have control of me like that was signing over my sanity. The door opened and Curtis came in. I looked over and he was naked, his cock larger looking than before. He put the box on the bed and sat down beside her between my legs.

"Baby, she's absolutely a treasure. You'll love how she cums and squirts."

I saw Curtis smile happily as he looked at my soaking wet pussy and then up my body to look in my eyes. 

"I'm looking forward to filling your sweet holes with my cock and cum, Shae. I see my Angel has got you ready for some fun and it looks like you're ready to enjoy a night of it with us."

"She's more than ready, Baby. She let us have control of her pleasure, so I say we owe it to her to make sure she's well pleasured."

"I agree. I love how juicy her pussy looks already."

I lay there listening to them talk about me. I wasn't sure if this was for me, or if it was more for their pleasure. I was losing my sense of safety and comfort now that Curtis came into the picture and saw him moving forward, feeling him butt up against my ass. Sharon lay down beside me and softly stroked his cock, as it lay on top of my pussy between my lips. I could feel it getting bigger, my lips being covered more by its girth as it grew. She held it in her fingers and began rubbing it sideways in my lips, spreading me open and soaking his cock with my juices.

I didn't know what to say to them, or ask what they were thinking of doing to me. I knew it wouldn't matter, because they would just do it anyway, knowing I couldn't do anything more than argue and they'd change my mind. I liked what she was doing with his cock and my pussy, as she pressed harder on his head, making it rub my swollen clit and send waves of wonderful pleasure coursing through me. 

"I love her pretty clit, don't you, Baby?"

Curtis moaned loudly and nodded, his eyes closed, truly enjoying what she was doing to us. I wondered if he was her equal, or if he was submissive to her and let her have her way always. I wasn't able to concentrate on that thought, as she worked the rounded stud going through the back of the head of his cock, over my clit rapidly. My juices were oozing freely and Sharon made sure she coated his cock with them. She held my lips against the sides of his cock and he began stroking forward and back, the stud running up and down my clit.

Sharon pressed down on his shaft, making sure it gave me the maximum amount of stimulation and it was certainly doing that. My already highly stimulated pussy was enjoying it very much and sent me into a nice orgasm. My cum oozed past my lips wrapped around his cock and coated it, making it feel even more sensuous to enjoy. 

"Oh, beautiful. I told she was a sweet little cummer, look at the beautiful cream she's coating your cock with, Baby."

"I love it. I want to feel her hot pussy wrapped around me while I fuck her."

"Me too. Let's get this pretty pussy pumped shall we and you can feel that hot flesh."

They stopped exciting me and I felt the abandonment between my legs. I was wanting more of that and another orgasm, but they had other ideas on how to pleasure me. I saw them open the box and take out glass tubes and the vacuum pump. Sharon used a bit of my cum to lube the inside of the tubes and put the first one on my nipple. She adjusted it to sit right and pressed in to secure the seal. It only took several pumps and I felt my nipple rising and swelling. I watched myself grow and felt the arousal in it as well. I was transfixed at seeing it done and normally doing it. 

I was at least three times my normal size when she stopped and I felt the slight aching in it. She attached the next tube and I watched my other nipple grow and swell to the same size. Both of them kept sending signals straight to my pussy and it was soaking wet. I could feel little trails sliding down over my ass and exciting me. Sharon took hold of them and started tugging lightly and twisting them and my nipples were singing happily about it. She knew just what I liked and I was giving in to the sensations.

"Yes, oh yes. I love that, Sharon."

"Mmmmm, yes you do, I can see that. Now, let's get that lovely clit all big and juicy too, shall we?"

Curtis handed her the pump with the tube attached and she placed it over my clit and held it firmly. She squeezed the handle and my clit was pulled out of me and started filling the tube with it. I strained to look and saw it swell to the sides and keep growing in length. I felt myself start to shake nervously, my nerve endings screaming out to me from the stimulation. She finally stopped and released the pump from it. My clit was at least three inches long and turning red and purple from the blood engorging the flesh. 

"Now, while those are doing their magic, let's get you big and hard for her."

Sharon started by taking the restraint rope from behind my neck and undid the Velcro wraps. They helped me to sit up straight, my hands going behind my head, still held by those restraints. Curtis stood up and held his semi-erect cock in his hand towards me.

"Make him nice and hard, Honey. Show him how much you love cock like you said you did. I want to see you suck that gorgeous cock and make him ready to fuck you."

I looked at the large head, the stud through the hole and the smaller studs lining it. I could see my pussy cum coating it thoroughly and knew I was ready for some action. He moved forward and pressed the head against my lips. I looked into his bright, blue eyes, sparkling with excitement and knew he was going to put it in my mouth, so I opened it and felt the head slide past my lips. I tasted my cum and loved my own taste. I rolled my tongue around the tight skin of the head and opened a bit wider. I felt the shaft going in and the first of the studs along the shaft.

The texture of them felt interesting against my lips, as my tongue felt the underside slide over it. He worked four or five inches in and began slowly stroking my mouth. I could feel him swelling bigger, making my mouth open wider. Wider and wider my mouth kept going and I felt the stretch in my lips. I knew my pussy could take it, but I also knew what a long, thick could would do to it too. I loved the feeling of being filled completely inside and squeezing my muscles around it. With the thickness of what I was feeling in my mouth, I knew it would be hard to squeeze him, because I would be stretched so widely and almost unable to.

I could feel more of him working its way in and I wasn't sure I could take any more. I felt Sharon's hand stroking the back of my head as Curtis stroked me and then she was holding me more firmly.

"Stroke it all into her, Baby. Shove that cock down her throat and let her know how her pussy is going to feel."

I took a deep breath after hearing her and felt his cock sinking deeper into my mouth. He was fully erect now and his large head started banging the back of my throat and made me gag a bit. I felt his abdomen touch my lips and knew he had all eight inches slamming into my mouth. I started gagging more, my saliva drooling out abundantly, then he pulled back soaking in it. I saw the studs shining along the shaft, then the large, purple head and felt amazed at myself for taking all of it, even though Sharon had made sure I did. I had a thought about protesting what she did to me, but I knew I would have done much the same to myself, trying to take as much cock as I could in my mouth.

Curtis moved down and knelt between my legs again. Sharon opened the drawer beside the bed and took out a small object. She was putting it on Curtis' cock and then I saw it was a cock ring and what looked like a small bullet attached to it. His veins stood out greatly, adding to the texture of it and I loved what I saw. I knew I could take him easily, as I used a toy that was bigger than him and fucked myself to many wonderful orgasms using it. I was now really looking forward to what they were going to do and waited, my pussy oozing and eager to be filled.

The pump had me swollen huge, both nipples and clit, the sensations keeping me in a highly excited and aroused state and anything would feel good about now. She held the clit tube and pulled on it slightly, drawing me out more. I groaned loud in response and she twisted and pulled it even more. Her fingers were rubbing the inside of my pussy and I was getting wetter than I'd ever felt before. She twisted the end and released the suction on it and I felt my clit tingle hard. I started having a small orgasm just from that sensation and then she rubbed and stroked it.

That was far more than I needed and started cumming harder and having a stronger orgasm. Her fingers slid inside and stroked me, making my cum begin to spill out in abundance. 

"She's good and cummy, Baby, just how you like it. Slide that sweet thing in and let her feel how good it feels."

Sharon turned to me and smiled, looking so happy that my pussy was going to be fucked. I was just as happy and felt my legs raised and my ass sliding down the bed towards him. When my head was on the pillow, he held my legs open at the knees, while Sharon held him and spread my lips apart. She pulled on him to enter me and once his head had passed my lips, she let him go and turned the bullet on. He started slowly, pushing his cock into me and I felt the studs rubbing my inner flesh. They were an added stimulus that I really enjoyed and honed in on them.

He kept pushing and pushing, my relaxed inner walls letting him in easily. I wasn't sure how much he had inside me, but the moment I felt the bullet hit my clit, he pushed himself against me hard and held it there, as my pussy started going into spasms and contractions. My orgasm started getting harder and harder as his cock filled me and the bullet blasted my clit. Sharon pulled back my ring and exposed my clit more and I screamed out. I looked at her through erotically charged eyes, showing the shock and surprise to how intense an orgasm I was having. On and on, I just came and twitched hard, as my orgasm took my senses away. 

When I thought I was getting close to passing out from the massive overload, the buzzing stopped and my pussy was once again abandoned in its time of need. I was crying again, but more from the release of so much emotion. The orgasm was mind-blowing and strong, more than I had ever given to myself and I realized I had always come up short of what I could really do if I stayed at it longer. 

Sharon bent over and placed her lips on my pussy and licked at me and all the cum. She took my clit in her lips and suckled it and that brought me back to cumming hard again. I felt Curtis' cock going back in and this time he began fucking me full length, the studs tenderizing my juicy, inner flesh. Sharon continued playing with my clit and my orgasm flew back into high gear and brought me crying and moaning into blissful pleasure. 

"Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me Curtis. I love feeling your cock in me."

His size and length were doing just what I loved a cock to do to me and the studs were adding to it all greatly. Their texture was making my flesh juicier, my cum and juices already soaking his cock. He started stroking into me full length and that's when the real pleasure of it began. He would slide into me deeply and hold the buzzing bullet against my swollen clit for a second and pull out again. He got a rhythm of it going and I followed it with great lustful need. I was concentrating on his cock and nothing else, as it hit every spot in me consistently time and time again. That continuous barrage on me took it's toll and my cries came out long and loud, 

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh Baby yes, fuck me hard and fast. Yes, yes, Baby. That's it, oh God I'm cumming."

My words left and cries and sighs of ecstasy came, as one wave of pleasure after another obliterated my senses with euphoric bliss beyond anything I'd felt before. This was definitely going on my list of favorite ways to be fucked for sure. The only sound I could really hear was the wetness of my pussy and the sloppiness of it from being so wet and getting looser. He pounded his cock into me hard and made sure my clit took a beating of vibration each time. I'm sure I sounded like a lunatic with all the sounds I was making and then he made me drop octaves fast, when he buried into me deep and let the bullet beat on my clit again. 

I felt myself losing it and then Sharon's fingers were there. She undid the cock ring and I felt Curtis pulsing in me.

"Now Baby. Fuck her hard and fill that pussy with your hot cum. Give her a beautiful creampie for me to eat."

Curtis thrust his massive meat into me hard and fast, slapping against me hard and then he started grunting deeply in growls. He was holding the backs of my calves, his pelvis slapping against my already tender ass and then he started cumming. I felt the first large jet spatter deep against me and then another. Several strokes more and he shot another huge wad into me. I could feel it filling the tiny amount of space left between him and me and working its way out. I thought he was finished when he pulled out, but he was holding back and held my pussy open with his fingers, then shot the rest of his cum all over my lips and clit and the succulent flesh exposed.

"She's ready for you my Love."

He sat back and then lay back on the bed, as Sharon quickly moved into place. He fingers held me open and her mouth was quickly down, her tongue lapping me up everywhere the cum went, before she started working on the tasty mix of Curtis and myself. My groans were becoming feral grunts, as I kept pushing out cum to Sharon's waiting tongue.

"That's it Honey, make me lots of yummy cum to eat. You taste so good."

Her words seemed to urge me on to keep cumming and somehow, I felt like I was steadily cumming for her. When she got all she could, she slid four fingers inside me and started working on my G spot again. I went delirious with the sensation, but my pussy was only to happy to comply with her request for me to squirt. 




Giving In



8:00am, time to go Tira thought 10:00 meeting with my potential new partner providing that this merger happens. Heading upstairs to my office wearing my, knock out black - I'm in charge suit, knowing that today's meeting would make or brake Starlett Corner I tell myself I'm prepared for anything.

"Good morning MS. Wade" floats around the room as the doors open for me "good morning." Lisa has everyone arrived? "No Ms. Wade we're still waiting for Mr. Shepherd." 

I'll be in my office please notify me when Mr. Shepherd arrives.

10:25.

Ms. wade, yes Lisa, Mr. Shepherd is here, thank you Lisa. 

Walking through those doors I think to myself Just who does he think he is? maybe he just doesn't care about this company but this is my baby. Without looking up just to make my point I walk straight to the conference room Mr. Shepherd Please follow me, somehow he's ahead of me as we enter the 

conference room and takes my seat at the head of the table nonetheless. "Excuse me Mr. Shepherd but you are sitting in my seat if you don't mind" without letting me finish he says "yes I do mind" Ms. Wade if you'll ask your secretary and everyone else to leave the room we can begin."

But everyone here is needed as well as apart of this company I can't just ask them to leave " I say. Fine Ms. Wade I'll do it everyone who is not the CEO leave thank you, (the room is cleared almost instantly) I start to speak. But --

Ms. Wade , I have decided to accept your offer however I made a few changes to the contract as you can see now it's all a matter getting your signature. "I have already signed the paper work Mr. Shepherd so I guess all that's left to say is welcome partner and since the terms of the contract go into effect in three days I'll see you then.

As I stand to leave, " sit down Ms Wade we are not finished yet "Look Mr. Shepherd I've got a lot of work to do" you don't recognize me do you "Tira" or should I say, Lexy? (Oh my Go-) I don't know what you're talking about. "Don't you Lexy? "Stop calling me that"

I screamed. 

Come here to me Lexy, "no-I can't I-I" 

Eric, Oh my God Eric how did - HOW? Lexy, Lexy my sweet Lexy!

In the contract that you drafted you stated that you would do whatever it took to turn things around for this company and that's just what you're going to do anything I say, (under the anything clause ) here's how it will be. 

Tonight you will pack your bags a car will pick you up at 7:00, from tonight on you will live with me for six month if after that time you wish to leave I will walk away and you will have your company at full strength but if you leave before that six months is up Startlett belongs to me "NO! I won't do it. " 

Rule1. You may address me as Sir. 2. You wear what I tell you to when I tell you.3.You spread your legs when I say. 

"Don't be late."

I can't Loose Scarlette Corner...

7pm I take the long ride to my new life.

Hello Lexy come in 

"Eric please lets talk about this please." Come in and sit down!

He was in total control pure dominance; "Speak" 

Eric I- I can't do this again. Then you forfeit?

NO! NO! "Starlett is mine"

Spread your legs Lexy. Eric please. I want so much to please him but 

What did you call me? 

'Sir I'm sorry. "Spread your legs NOW!" Slowly I open my legs showing him everything. From this position I knew he could smell my need "Good girl have you though about me Lexy?" do you touch yourself when you think of me? 

"Answer me!"

'Y-Yes Sir. "Show me Lexy, remove your panties"

Eric Please I can't; " follow me Lexy" as I walk slowly behind him I feel strange yet at home. We enter a room that was lined with leather walls, king size bed, and I start to remember the need to please my Lover, my Master my Friend.

He leads me to the center of the room, as if trapped by yesterday's pleasure I kneel.

"I see you remember" he says. Are you ready to begin my sweet? Yes Sir! 

"Then walk over to the bed Lexy" hurrying over to the bed I wait for his next command. 

Strip! NOW! ; standing naked beside the bed he tells me to bend forward.

"Spread your legs wide" I move my legs a part anticipation raking my body "wider" he commands. He kept me waiting as I listened to him move about the room 

his foot steps fall calmly as he aproaches the bed .What happened next was both pleasure and pain." Oh Sir please" I scream as the leather thongs of the whip lands hard against the lips of my pussy, burning so sweetly that my knees nearly give out.

However it was Eric's (my master) question that kept me upright. 

"What is your name?" "Tira" I says and the whip falls again this lash stronger than the first "Ooh oh Eric" I cry as I feel the muscles of stomach contract and moister gather between my thighs "Wrong answer Lexy" the whip falls continuously strike nerves, spreading the wet proof of my need and awareness. "Pleas Sir oh – oh – oh"

His voice stead but strong "What is your name?" the whip falls 'THWACK the sound vibrating through the room. THWACK, THWHOP "Lexy, my name - is - Lexy Sir" I needed relief" Sir, Master may I come?" as the pleasure mixed with pain washes over me I wait hoping to please him and gain the release I needed.

"From now on Lexy there will be complete honesty between us, no pretense, and most of all no running away from who we are or what we feel." My body is trembling as wait for master to command my orgasm. "Do you understand what this means Lexy?" 

"Yes" Eric had made himself very clear, I had hurt him deeply by running away from the home we had built. I stepped on his heart. 

"Then say it I need to hear it from your lips Lexy. I know what your body is says but 

I must know what your heart is saying." THWACK the whip meets it mark "O-OH," my screams echo around the room. "I- I'm sorry Sir, Eric I need you. Sir I left because I was afraid" the room is now silent the Eric's hand paused in the air as if I had just said the sky was falling. "I just never felt so strongly for anyone it was, new. 

When I was with you Eric I wanted to do the things I had only fantasized about."

I heard the whip clatter to the ground the his finger were touching me exploring the 

Moisture dripping from my now swollen pussy lips "oh yes, I've missed you Master" 

With weak knees I push my hot body back against his hand. He whispers 

To me as he masters my body controlling my breath with knowing finger now buried deep inside me.

"Tell me what you want Lexy" my soul told me there was no turning back once I went down this road and for the first time I had no doubts. "YOU, I want you Sir"

my heart pounding my pussy screaming from need. Suddenly my well whipped lips 

were spread wide and I was quickly filled by long hard familiar fingers, pumping 

pressing hot and hard. "Yes oh yes more." I gasp. 

"You like belonging to me don't you Lexy, you'll still do anything to feel my cock inside you. But it won't be that easy my sweet you will beg before the night has ended, I want you to acknowledge who and what you are " al the while stretching 

her already swollen passage making her whimper and plead " Master please , please fuck me" ignoring the desperate plea he presses on . "Who are you Lexy I want to hear it from your lips TELL ME" he demands" OH – I- I am your submissive master, dwelling for your pleasure" the words are torn from my lips when suddenly 

he remove his fingers leaving me empty, wanting. He moves gently placing me face down on the mattress, I kneel anticipating what would come. I feel so exposed knowing Master could see my juices running in revolts down my thighs. "Are you ready to take your rightful place Lexy? Not just as a submissive but as the woman I love. When I woke up that morning six months ago my heart stopped when 

I realized that you were gone, So I waited and planned for the moment that I would see you again."

THWAP THWOP THWHOP...the unexpected lash of the whip jerks my body only to be followed by the softest caress of his fingers against my pussy. The pleasure laced with pain took me by surprise, leather striking my buttocks fingers seeking moisture. "OH I'm sorry master, I was afraid" he continues to whip and caress driving me to the edge only to stop and demand that I explain my actions while the world wind ride begins anew.

"Why would you run from the man you swore to love?" THWAP the whip falls, 

"OH" I scream wanting to come so badly. Then he drops the whip knowing that I was at my limit. "Ericccc...I was confused I-I couldn't stop thinking about you. You made me crazy, I needed you all the time, when you weren't in my body you were in my mind." instantly I'm lifted high only to be brought up against his magnificent mouth as it devours my pussy tongue forcing it's way pass my entrance sucking my hidden jewel. He is merciless in his task making me remember why I loved him, reminding me that he knew me almost better that I knew myself. "Oh God, Sir – Eric - Master please, I need to come I beg you." Confused, torn and on edge Knowing that with one more touch from the man of silk and steel I would fall into millions of pieces. 

"Come for me Lexy. Accept it, fly baby. Tell me what do you feel?" As tears roll down my cheeks my body ravaged with orgasm after orgasm, I feel the mattress shift with his weight as he lays down next to me arms surrounding me I whisper "FREE, I feel free master." We embrace and I know that I am home. His voice strong and pure "Lexy forget the contract. Will you stay with me?" 

Yes – yes I love you Eric" I say as we both give in to the beauty of love. 



Giving In



Kaylin felt the knot in her stomach grow when her boss called her into his office. Sam had been pushing her hard for the past several weeks and pushing her to the limits of her patience on a daily basis, almost as if he were waiting for her to snap and tell him off so he could fire her for insubordination. It didn't help that they had once acquaintances in a swinger's club, before her divorce and decision to leave all that completely behind. When he had been hired into the company he'd tried to convince her several times to sleep with him again, but she had promised herself to not have sex just for the sake of sex anymore. Needless to say, he wasn't taking it well. 

She walked in and stopped short at seeing another colleague there. Eric was only twenty-four and incredibly attractive, tall with dark brown hair and gray eyes, but very shy, making Kaylin think that he must have been awkward as a teenager. He gave her one of his small smiles as she leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, green eyes taking in the sight of her boss sitting at his desk, going over some paperwork

"Come in, shut the door and sit," Sam said, brusquely. At forty-five he was fifteen years older than she, but still handsome, with silver hair, and deep blue eyes.

"I'm fine where I am." She had barely finished the sentence when Eric grabbed her and pulled her inside, managing to shut the door quietly as he did so. Shock stilled her for a moment, and when it occurred to her to struggle, his arms were wrapped tightly around her, pinning her own arms against her body as Sam stood and walked over to them. He traced the curve of her cheek with his hand and leaned in to kiss her softly, pulling back sharply when she bit his lip.

"Let me go, now." Kaylin was trying to sound pissed, but it came a little too soft and breathy for that, and a lump rose in her throat when she realized her panties were damp, her nipples tight and her heart racing.

"Is that what you really want, baby? I don't think so. I think you want for the two of us to strip you down and pass you back and forth, taking turns using this sweet little body." He grinned devilishly. "Hell, I bet you'd love to have us both at the same time. As I recall that was a specialty of yours." Sam's hot mouth caressed the side of her neck while Eric leaned down to nip at her shoulder and she moaned. Eric's arms loosened and she felt him take hold of her long auburn hair.

Kaylin's breath became more shallow as Eric pulled on her braid, forcing her head back, and Sam began nibbling on her exposed neck, his mouth and tongue hot, even against her quickly overheating skin. Male hands were roaming over her body, slipping under her shirt, unfastening her jeans before slipping into her panties. She sagged against Eric as one of them, her mind was so clouded with disbelief and lust she couldn't tell who it was, began playing with her clit. The logical, rational part of her wanted, needed, to stop before things got out of control and someone walked in on them, but the bigger part of her, the slut, relished being fondled by these two men. It had been so long since she let herself give in to her deep, secret desires. Eric nipped at her neck, his fingers twisting her nipples. "What are you?" Sam said low and hoarse. She whimpered and Eric pinched harder. "What are you?"

"A slut," she half sobbed, her knees going weak. She wanted to scream in frustration at her own lack of self control, but could only moan as they continued to fondle her.

"Good. Very good." The two men bent her over the desk and Eric tied her hands together while Sam tugged her pants down and squeezed the pale, fleshy globes of her ass, before smacking one side, then the other, and squeezing again.

"Spread your legs, Kaylin," he told her, his knee wedging between her thighs. She did, as tears began to stream down her face. Kaylin had sworn to herself she wouldn't wind up in a situation like this again, but here she was, relishing the feel of two strong men using her. Sam's blunt, wide fingers probed her pussy, spreading the wetness that had already begun to collect.

She watched as Eric unzipped his pants and guided his long, thin dick to her mouth. He rubbed a drop of precum against her lips with the tip and she opened her mouth obediently to take him. His groan as her tongue teased the underside of him sent curls of pleasure through her. There was nothing more erotic to her than giving pleasure. She was so focused on giving him the best blow job he'd ever had that she had pretty much forgotten about Sam, until he slipped his thick cock into her pussy at the exact moment two of his fingers plunged into her ass. Kaylin managed to keep her lips tight around the rod in her mouth, as her body convulsed around the intruders of her other orifices. Kaylin's mind swam. How could she have forgotten what bliss it was to be completely filled this way, to know she was fulfilling her true nature? She moaned softly, sweetly against Eric's dick and tried to press her hips back into Sam, to take him deeper, but his free hand pushed into the middle of her back, keeping her immobile against the desk.

"Keep working on him," Sam said. "You're so pretty with those lips wrapped around a cock." She resumed sucking, with even more enthusiasm as he continued. "Your cheeks are flushed, and those gorgeous green eyes are sparkling like I haven't seen in a long time. You don't like admitting it, but you've missed this."

Kaylin gave a soft moan of assent, and this time the vibration sent Eric over the edge, his hands tightly gripping the sides of her head as he came hard into her mouth and she swallowed eagerly. When he began to soften, he pulled from her, replacing his sweet cock with a balled up bandanna, before sitting nearby to watch her get fucked by their boss, pants still around his knees. She had a feeling her mouth wasn't the only part of her that would get a taste of him today. She watched him closely as he fondled his dick and balls, working himself into another hard on. Apparently he enjoyed watching others having sex because it wasn't too long before he was hard again. He walked over and sat on the edge of the desk, then asked Sam to lift her onto his lap. She felt empty as he pulled out of her pussy and ass to move her, but then he was settling her onto Eric's lap, her back to his chest. One, two quick dips into her sopping cunt, then he pressed into her ass with a moan of pleasure. Kaylin sighed in gratitude as he forced his entire length into her, then again as Sam reentered her pussy and the two of them began to rock her back and forth between them, one pulling out as the other pushed in, over and over again. Sam ripped the gag from her mouth as kissed her deeply as both men roughly grabbed and pinched her tits.

"I can tell you two put a lot of thought into this," she panted. "And I'm guessing it was your idea, Sam."

"I've missed you at the swinger's parties. You always were the sexiest one there, the one having the most fun going from person to person. Bonnie wants to have you over for dinner soon, too. Her cunt needs some special attention." His eyes twinkled as he nodded to Eric. Eric pressed his hand firmly against Kaylin's mouth before both men pulled almost completely out then slammed into her hard. She screamed against his palm as her body convulsed in the strongest orgasm she'd ever had. The two continued to pound her, forcing more smaller orgasms from her. Finally, just when Kaylin thought she would have to beg them to stop, first Sam and then Eric began to shoot their cum into her, both of them panting into her neck as she groaned her thanks. She was trembling and dizzy as Eric gently lowered her to the floor and covered her with a jacket. He kissed her cheek and turned around to straighten his clothing. Sam knelt beside her several minutes later as she began to come down from the pleasure high, and assisted her in redressing and untied her wrists.

"Eric will pick you up at 5:30 tomorrow evening, wear something sexy and easy to take off. Plan on staying the whole weekend, we have some catching up to do." Kaylin only nodded, and slipped out of his office, concentrating on not weaving as she walked to the elevator. She had to go shopping tonight. 



Giving In



"I look nice this evening…my hair has fallen around my shoulders in tumbling, loose curls that stretch down to the base of my back. We have had a nice evening a good meal and some great wine and talked about anything and everything from the inane to the serious…

We are both sitting on a couch…kicking back and relaxing. I can feel you next to me, feel your warmth and I am intently aware of every movement you make. Moving your hand from your leg to the arm of the sofa…the way your body is positioned in relation to mine….turned towards me as a gesture and reply that you want more…want things to go that step further with me.

As we chat I touch my hair with my fingers, subconsciously perhaps, twirling the dark strands around slowly, a telling but misty look in my eyes. You notice these movements I make and observe me intently….the way my skin radiates a wholesome glow…the way my dark eyes twinkle in anticipation, the way my head is tilted to one side…listening as you talk. 

The conversation tails off…perhaps because we are both distracted by the one thing that could happen…of letting go and giving in to that urge and desire. An idea that overwhelms our thoughts.

I notice that your hand has moved to rest on the seat next to me….a small but deeply intense gesture. You look at me, the trace of a smile on your lips, not needing to say anything. I move my hand so its sits upon yours and we almost breath out a sigh of relief at this final contact…moving from the emotional flirting to the physical. I teasingly move my hand away and bring my legs up on to the seat and get on to my knees as if I were on all fours, you smile more broadly but underneath I can see the passion simmering…flickering to life. Every part of your body language is telling me that you want me to move closer, I do so and my lips are just inches from yours. I open my mouth slightly and get closer so I am within touching distance. I simulate a kiss and can hear and feel you breathing. We linger like this before you reach your hand over and take my right leg, pulling it softly so that I am now sat over you. I lower myself gently down so that I am astride you. You run your hands over my back and through my hair, playing with the long curls as we cast a glance at another for a moment. Every sense in me is alert….I can feel your legs underneath me and your warm hands through the material of my clothes, the only things shielding me from giving in to you completely. I sit back a little and grind myself very lightly on you, moving my hips in a rhythmic motion. I can feel you harden beneath me, I grind with a little more pressure, I enjoy watching you react.

You respond by putting your hands on my waist and drawing me towards you…you take control and kiss my neck…your tongue flicking and feeling its way across my soft, scented skin. I move my head in response to your touch….tingling rushes through my abdomen and down in to my stomach. I place my hands on the back of the sofa and moan just a little, enough to let you know that I want you. We allow temptation to win and we kiss, at first slowly and gently, our lips barely touching. I let my warm, wet tongue run along one of your lips and you reply to this action with a sweeping lap of your tongue in my mouth. We kiss deeper and more urgently and the swirls of our tongues intertwined sends me dizzy with anticipation.

The tight jumper I have on is no match for your curious hands, which explore my breasts with a confident and wanting touch. The material is soft but you know my skin is softer, so we stop kissing and you help me lift the top over my head. You immediately gravitate your hands to my shoulders, playing with the straps of my bra before allowing your hands to move down and take hold of my breasts, .squeezing and feeling them with increasing want and vigour. I pull down a strap….it drops lazily past my shoulder and you let your lips trace the path where your hands were just a few moments before. Small kisses at first; I hold your head with my hands, urging you to taste my skin…

You expose a nipple that hides underneath the bra cup and I shudder….you take it in your mouth and allow your tongue to swirl round in circular motions. It hardens immediately to your touch and I can feel the first real signs of that electricity firing in my belly…that explosive charge that will eventually rip through my whole body.

I stand up and swiftly get down on to my knees so that I am touching your knees with my hands. I then run one hand up a trouser leg as far as it will go…towards your inner thigh. I can visibly see your increasing erection through your trousers…I tease it in to life even more with my encroaching hand. I arch my back and move my head and body up between your legs so that I am face level with your shoulders. You go to move your hands towards me and I grab them, forcing them back beside you. I smile at you and you smile back….silent recognition that what I was about to do to you would be in my control…

I unbutton your shirt quickly….and push it aside so that your chest is exposed. I immediately drop down to a nipple and take it between my teeth…alternating the licking and nibbling as your muscles tighten through the rush of pleasure it bestows upon you. My right hand is now making progress and moving down assertively towards your trouser zip. My lips soon follow suit and I take my other hand and let my nails glide gently down your side….

I start to undo your zip, all the time feeling the heat of your hardness beneath me. You shuffle in the seat and let your legs spread a little more…I adjust myself and reach inside your trousers, my hand immediately meets you and you are so hard and wet. I reveal you through your trousers and it stands hard and trembling, veins protruding as the rush of intoxicating blood increases with every movement and threat from my hand. I move my hand over the head and let my fingers trace over you and down the shaft. The anticipation is palpable and I can see the change in your eyes…the fires are truly burning and you are eager to take me. 

It feels warm ….I can feel myself getting hornier at the thought of pleasuring you. I allow my hands to explore it together, running swift movements up and down, seeing what you can take as you arch your back slightly, and moaning as you let me take hold of you… I have taken you in my hand and am working you gently...I can feel you shiver slightly after each stroke of my soft skin, gripping around you as the rhythm increases. You are holding on to the side of the sofa, eyes closed, head arched slightly back. All the time I am increasing the vigour in which I stroke and squeeze your shaft. Your wetness increases with every tug from me…I cannot help but let my tongue suddenly lick up from the base to the top. You replicate the movement with a bigger arch of your back and a louder moan. I can taste the salty cum and want more…so I allow my warm, succulent mouth to take you inside it…firstly the head as I suck it ever so gently, feel the pulsations running through the shaft. My fingers caress your balls, which have tightened in response to the attention you are receiving. I then bring my mouth away and massage it a bit more with my hands…it looks wet and hungry…

I slip my mouth over it again and this time take more of it in…down the shaft and suck…a pressure that you respond to by taking my head in your hands and making short, sharp breaths. I then push it in to my mouth some more before withdrawing it slightly….then down again. We build a rhythm and you sit up slightly…..overcome with ecstasy as I speed up the motion…all the time clasping the base of your cock with my hand as I suck. 

With my spare hand I reach down and can feel the wetness that has developed between my legs….something that turns me on as I bob my head up and down. You start to jut your thighs out a little in short spurts, rocking with me as I suck and lick you. I can taste your juices and can feel them slip down my throat…the pressure building all the time within your loins. The stomach muscles contract, thigh muscles taut and flexed. Every part of you wanting me to bring this to a conclusion….

I withdraw my mouth and you take in a deep breath….I stand up and unzip my own trousers…slipping down my knickers to the floor. You can see how turned on I am and reach forward for me, pulling me towards you…..you separate my legs slightly and allow your fingers to run over my clitoris…I tingle all over as you then allow all your fingers to work my clitoris….ever once in a while entering me with two fingers as you feel my muscles tighten around them. I rock on top of your touch…you draw your fingers away and put them in your mouth…tasting me on them as you lick them. You make a suggestive, satisfied groan before pulling me even close so I can feel your breath on me. You let your tongue take its first proper taste as I feel it run over my clitoris…feathery licks as you get me in a position where you can taste me better. You use your fingers to find me, before opening your whole mouth and taking one, big, delicious lick that erupts a volcano of desire and want in my belly. I gasp as you take my clitoris in your mouth and suck, nibble and tease it before taking longer and tastier licks whilst entering me again with your fingers. I ride them gently before changing position and climbing over you, easing myself slowly down until I am sitting astride you once again. We can both feel the heat radiating from each others bodies like furnaces…I kiss you again and you respond with long, luscious licks that swim around my mouth. I can taste myself on you and that makes me hornier still. 

I take your cock in my hand and lower myself on to you…we both gasp as you enter me…your wetness clinging to me as I so easily take you in…I start to ride you straight away, pushing my hips on to you and taking you wholly. You undo my bra with one hand and let my breasts free of it, taking them in your hands and sucking tenderly on each nipple. You are starting to gently thrust your hips inside me, a reciprocated motion as I push harder and harder on to you. We both moan as we can hear our skin gently slapping as I raise myself slightly, allowing you to push harder from below. The pace quickens….my breasts bounce as you hold them….forcing me down on to you as I tighten around you. 

You take my hair over one shoulder and wrap it gently around your hand, tugging lightly in time with our motion. I can feel the orgasm building inside me…deep down inside me…small pulsations tremble through my clitoris as it rubs against you…with each tantalising motion. 

I am riding you with such vigour that the seat is moving slightly….I slowly withdraw you from me and stand up, reaching out to you where you take my hand. I walk around to the back of the sofa and you come up behind me, taking my breasts in your hands as you do so. You let one hand drop down to in between my legs and run your fingers expertly over my vulva and clitoris, feeling your way around me. You can feel how wet I am and separate my legs slightly, allowing yourself to enter from behind. You thrust straight away, both of us wanting it as much as the other. Your thrusts are hard and assertive…I can feel each rip through me with an insane pleasure….a fulfilling rush. You increase the pace and I move with you, you hold my hands slightly behind me so that you are taking control…we are both panting and moaning as I feel you throb inside me…..harder and harder. I tell you I want to cum and you moan louder…I can feel the orgasm getting ready to unleash…like a tidal wave of pleasure that is about to swamp me. With one last thrust you cum, your whole body tightens and releases….relief and pleasure mixed in your gasps as I feel you ejaculate inside me. At the same time my orgasm explodes, taking over every sense and feeling in me as I cry out…pulsating through my veins with intensity I have not known before.

You still thrust gently as we relax ourselves…you withdraw yourself from me and I turn round, kissing you feverishly as recognition of the pleasure we have just lavished on each other…"



Giving In



Ryan and I met under unfortunate circumstances. Perhaps it was not so much the circumstances that were unfortunate, but the time in our lives when we happened to meet. We were both in our first year of college. I had never had a serious boyfriend and considered myself incredibly sexually ignorant. He had been in a relationship for over three years, but was also a virgin. The only fortunate thing about when we met was that we were young and incredibly horny, eager to learn all we could about sex.

It was a time in my life where I had more confidence than common sense. I had recently discovered that all men wanted one thing, and I learned quickly how to play up my best physical attributes and approach a guy with confidence. When I first saw Ryan at the campus bar, I was immediately attracted to him. He was tall, with an average build and great looks. He was the type of guy that could be devastatingly attractive to a girl but didn't realize it. I got aroused just looking at him, and imagining the things I would like to do to him.

As luck would have it, Ryan was in two of my classes that fall semester. Without hesitation, I started sitting beside him and talking to him and we bonded instantly. I worked up the courage to ask him out to lunch, then over to my apartment for lunch, and I began to think that the attraction was mutual. Although he hedged around the topic of a girlfriend, he admitted that he had been seeing someone back at home but brushed it off as a fairly casual relationship.

One Thursday, Ryan came back to my place after our Psychology class. We had lunch, hung out all afternoon watching movies, then separated briefly to get ready to go to the campus bar. I knew from the time spent together that day that it was time to make my intentions to him known. Hanging out with him was great, but I couldn't help but want more from our relationship. At the end of the night, after many drinks and while we were slow dancing, I started kissing him, and he responded. With some feigned reluctance, he came back to my apartment with me and my roommates after the bar closed, under the guise of needing to discuss what was going on between us. He admitted that he had a girlfriend but that he was attracted to me as well. Standing in my bedroom, in the dark, I asked him what he wanted, and with only slight hesitation, he kissed me again.

We stayed up the entire night, making out on my bed, but things didn't go much farther than that. We were both virgins, and although I had every intention of saying goodbye to my virginity that year, I wasn't in too much of a rush.

At the same time that my relationship with Ryan was developing, I became involved with another guy. We met at work and soon started dating. I cared for him but didn't find myself physically attracted to him the same way I was to Ryan, but I felt that since Ryan had cheated on his girlfriend with me, I couldn't ever trust him in any sort of relationship. I lost my virginity to my boyfriend, while Ryan continued dating his girlfriend throughout the school year. We discussed the physical attraction between us, but decided we couldn't do anything about it. There were plenty of drunken phone calls, and an occasional slippage which found him in my bedroom in the middle of the night, but in general, things remained fairly platonic, although very sexually charged between us.

Over the course of the year, Ryan and I became close friends, able to talk about anything and spending a lot of time together watching movies and going running. Although I was still very much attracted to him, I tried my best to stifle these feelings as did he. It became acknowledged and accepted that our relationship would remain the way it was, a friendship.

Before we knew it, the year was almost over. Spring had come and Ryan and I went running together several times a week. I found that this was a great way to spend time with him in a safe non-tempting environment, plus it allowed us to charter our sexual tension into something productive. One April day, we ran in the morning and I invited Ryan up for lunch. When we got into my apartment, all my roommates were out, and I immediately started sensing something different in the way that Ryan was acting. Before I could get the lunch started, he wandered into my bedroom, and when I went in after him, it became clear that he wasn't there for lunch. The months of desire and tension that had built up between us were about to be unleashed.

He looked at me, and my stomach did flipturns. As much as I had tried to be faithful to my boyfriend and push aside the sexual attraction I felt for Ryan, I couldn't do it with him looking at me like that. My eyes confirmed I was thinking the same thing he was, and before either of us could think about it, we went to each other and starting kissing.

In our earlier encounters together, we'd gone down on each other, so I had a chance to see that Ryan's member was above average, and I'd often fantasized about what it would be like to have him inside of me. It soon became obvious that I was going to get my wish. It is well known that running, or any other form of exercise, can make you horny, and when I realized what was happening between Ryan and I, I couldn't wait to fuck him. I had been having sex with my boyfriend for several months, but had yet to have an orgasm during sex. I had been masturbating for several years, but still considered myself sexually inexperienced and the topic had never come up with my boyfriend before. I had read that it was difficult for many women to achieve orgasm through normal sex, so I didn't think that this was abnormal.

When I helped Ryan take his running shorts off and I had another look at his beautiful large, wide cock, I could feel how wet I had become. He pushed his fingers inside of me and I groaned with pleasure. We went through the motions of foreplay, but I was eager to get to the main event. I felt guilty because Ryan was still involved with his girlfriend, but my lust for him at that moment outweighed the guilt.

As Ryan entered me, I gasped with delight. My boyfriend's cock was of average size, but Ryan was both long and wide and he filled me up in a way I'd never been filled before. Knowing it was his first time, and that it likely wouldn't last long, I tried to savour every moment of the experience. Each time he thrusted into me, I was overcome with the most extreme sensations. 

I was amazed at Ryan's stamina and as we switched positions so that I could get on top of him, I felt a rising within me. I knew I was going to come. Sitting down on his big, hard cock, I moaned loudly. I slid my body up and down his cock and his expression told me that he wasn't going to last much longer. I twisted my hips round in circles and leaned back so that I could access my G spot. I started rocking faster and faster, knowing that I was going to orgasm, and I did. The orgasms I had had while getting myself off were nothing compared to this. As my clit throbbed with pleasure, I felt Ryan come inside of me, filling me with his warm juices. I climbed off of him, feeling satisfied in a way I never had before after sex. We laid beside each other, said nothing for half an hour, then started all over again. We stayed in my bedroom for the rest of the day, fucking over and over until both of us had had more orgasms than we could count.

Although we both should have felt guilty about the experience, neither one of us did. Over the course of that summer, we got together on several other occasions when our significant others were otherwise occupied, and the sex got better and better. Though we have pretty much lost touch over the years, I'll never forget that hot, sweaty afternoon in my apartment or the best sex I've ever had.



Giving In



"Ohh...." A woman screamed from inside the closed and presumably locked room. Jacob tried reading his paper, again. He had been stuck on the same sentence for what seemed like ages. Even with the music piping directly into his ear, the sound of the woman enjoying herself stopped him from being able to think about anything. Well, anything aside from wishing he was in the room with them.

Frustrated, Jacob walked over to the bedroom and banged on the door. "Could you two please keep it down in there?" 

His only reply was the giggling of the two girls. He remembered thinking how rooming with a lesbian would be the perfect set up for him. No loud parties, no drunken brawls, just a nice quiet woman to split the bills with. And as every guy who has wanted to watch a little girl on girl action knows, most lasses who swing that way are butch and definitely nothing porno worthy. A hot lesbian who loves to fuck around in public is as real as the Easter bunny. So he moved his stuff in and was happy to find that Andrea was just what he expected. She had a face that definitely made his cock twitch, not in the good I want to fuck way, but the 'I wish I had somewhere to hide way'. It was the perfect combination as he was completing his last year in medical school and didn't have time for distractions. 

That was until she had to move out to take care of family matters. To be fair, she found someone to take her room so that he wasn't stuck with the entire lease. That's when Morgan showed up. With one look at her, he was hard and ready to bend her over for a good fuck. The two seemed to get on well, and Jacob even paid for dinner the first night she was there. He couldn't help but look her over at every opportunity she looked away. Her bright red hair and green eyes sparkled and she had lips perfect for taking all of his cock. School boy crush aside, he liked her. 

That was, until she introduced her girlfriend Gabrielle the next day. At first he thought Gabrielle was just a friend from work, until he saw the pair kiss. Gabrielle or Gabby as Morgan called her, had light ebony skin, long dark hair, brown eyes, and was all curves. The two of them were like night and day. Whereas Morgan had legs for days and perky tits, Gabby was a bit shorter, a bit softer. Over the next few days, Jacob's frustration continued to build. 

No matter how many times he jerked off, he couldn't get the images of the two touching, kissing, fucking. He even tried going out of the house for a casual fuck with a friend just to get himself sorted. But he had an itch for Morgan and as Gabby kept coming over wearing less and less, he needed to fuck her too. While he never wanted to screw a roommate, not doing so was driving him crazy. So he started to flirt with her when she was around. Occasionally she would respond, but for the most part, she acted oblivious. He even went as far as to try and burst in her while she showered, but she kept the door locked. 

The minxes sometimes went all hours of the night and there was never anything that he could do. 

He looked down and he was rock hard...again. Minutes later, Gabby quietly closed the door and tiptoed out. Jacob had had it. His limits were reached. As soon as he heard the front door close, he quietly opened Morgan's door. She was naked and sprawled out on her bed. 

He went back to his room and grabbed the handcuffs he had mixed in his porn collection. Without making a sound, he walked back into Morgan's room and lifted her hands into position. He fastened the cuffs to the bed, but Morgan continued to sleep. 

He turned her over and took a good long look before he unfastened his pants. His cock was ready. He knelt on the bed and opened her legs with his knee. She was waking up, but it didn't matter. He shoved his cock deep into her pussy and felt for the first time in weeks, a sense of relief. Her tight pussy squeezed his cock. He had wanted to wake her up with a cock... wanted her to get a taste of what she was going to get that night.

"What the fuck Jake?" were the first words out of her mouth. She tried to squirm away, but Jacob pinned her legs down. Watching her thrash against the cuffs only turned him on more. He began to pump harder and faster into her. He needed to cum so badly, but before that he needed to make her as frustrated as he had been. Morgan looked like she was about to scream. Jacob covered her mouth with his hand and whispered in her ear. "You're going to do just what I tell you to do little slut. The longer you struggle, the longer this is going to be. I'll gag you if I think you're going to scream. So are you going to be a good little whore for me Morgan? Or do I need to punish you?" 

She nodded in acquiescence. Jacob then took the tip of his tongue and started tracing her trembling lips. He took her bottom lip in his mouth and sucked lightly, enjoying how submissive she was being. He started to kiss her gently, feeling her writhe underneath him in pleasure. He unlatched the cuffs, allowing her to rest her arms down. She laid there unmoving.

Jacob sat up and looked at her. "Open your legs." He commanded. Without hesitation, Morgan obeyed. "Wider." Jacob continued. He looked down at her bald pussy and thought about all of the times he heard her moan. He thought about all of the times that Gabby probably licked her sweet little pussy. But he didn't want to give Morgan what she had always gotten. He wanted to use her, fuck her like he had been dreaming about. While still looking in her eyes, he shoved two fingers into her pussy. Her body jumped slightly at being penetrated, but she didn't move. He began to finger fuck her slowly, loving the feel of her pussy around his fingers. She was getting wetter. He bent down to lightly run his tongue across her moist lips. She tasted so sweet. He was tempted to lick every drop of her right then and there, but he held back. 

While still enjoying the feel of her pussy, he kissed his way up her body until he reached her tits. He used his tongue to tease one nipple, then the other. He went back and forth until she was arching up for him to take her entire nipple in his mouth. He began to suck lightly, but when he heard her moan, he couldn't help himself. Little nibbles and sucks became rougher. He grabbed the back of her head and brought her lips up for a swift kiss. Fingers started sliding in and out of her faster. Jacob used his thumb to rub on her clit and she was moaning so loudly right now. 

The fact that she was moaning for him, wanting him to make her cum, broke Jacob's restraint. Her eyes blazed and her mouth was open...she was close. He removed his fingers and shoved his cock deep within her. Her pussy was so wet, so tight, with all of the pressure; he knew he wouldn't last long. He pounded his cock into her as deep as he could, as hard as he could, for as long as he could. She stopped moaning, and started panting. She came hard and long. Her mouth gaped open, body all clenched up, and Jacob watched it all. He never slowed down his pace, even when she turned to jelly. 

Right when he thought he couldn't hold it anymore, he pulled his cock out of her cunt and shoved it into her mouth. At first, her relaxed body was surprised and took only part of his cock. So he grabbed her head and started ramming himself into her deep. He was on the verge of cumming when he heard the knock at the door. Morgan's eyes got wide, but it didn't matter. He shot his load deep into her throat and kept thrusting until every bit of him was spent. Morgan tried to swallow some, but it spilled out and ran down her cheeks. Tired, but definitely not finished, he pulled his cock out. Using a finger, he wiped the cum off her cheeks and put the rest in her mouth.

"Swallow like a good whore and I'll be right back." She looked at him with disbelief. 

Jacob fastened his pants back on and went to the door. He opened it with a smile.

"Hey Jake. Sorry, forgot the cell." Gabby said as she tried to pass him.

"Don't be sorry at all," Jacob said with a smile. Tonight was going to be an amazing night he thought as he followed her to Morgan's room. And this time, he would take his time.



Giving In Again



It was a typical way to end the week. Michael was driving along the Coast Highway, with me as his wing man. One last gasp of freedom before the craziness of the work week took over. 

Being as fall was settling into winter, the top on Michael's car was up. Yet, while I missed the wind and salt air, I found the car's warm interior comforting and intimate. In such a setting my tongue was often loosed, and tonight was no exception. 

Michael and I talked about anything and everything. His struggles with his boss, and my insecurities about life in general. Michael is my best friend. There is no one I'd rather be with. 

Of course, friendship is the greatest aphrodisiac in the world to me, and after an hour had passed, I started to find a certain warmth passing through my body. I knew this was trouble, but it had been two years since I had allowed this type of feeling to lead to physical intimacy. 

Not bad, two years without sex. Actually, pretty damn impressive, considering I felt this way all the time. Even more impressive, was the fact that Michael often placed his hand on my leg when we went on these drives, and nothing else had come of it. 

To be fair, Michael wasn't trying to start anything. Michael is just a "touchy" type of guy, and he loves me as I love him. Yet, two years ago, on a similar type of night, I had reciprocated by placing my hand on Michael's leg. Then I touched his inner thigh, his arm, and well, you get the idea. 

Eventually, Michael and I found ourselves nude on his living room floor. We didn't have sex. Well, not exactly. There was more than cuddling, though. I sucked his cock, and he mine. Finally, we managed to disengage and mutually jack off. Sigh.

Incredible memories for me now, even though shame had initially troubled me. After all, I was an unhappily married man. 

Now, tonight, only good memories remained. I would give anything to go back to the night I lay nude in his arms. The sexual tension was great, and my desire deeper than mere longing. 

I shared so much with Michael that night. I told him how much I admired him as a man, and how he was my hero. I felt safe enough to admit I was "the girl" in our friendship. 

Michael is my rock, he makes me feel safe. I feel like a princess whenever I am with him, and yet never doubt my manhood for a moment. I would do anything to get him to lay me down, and fuck me hard. I feel so attractive and loved when I am with Michael. Yet, his sheer masculinity intoxicates me.

Physically, Michael and I are so different. I am very tall (6'5"), and have an ex-basketball player's body. My muscles are long and wiry, and my ass is small and tight. My hair is light brown, and I have pretty, kind green eyes. 

In recent years, I have taken to getting professional body waxes. I want my whole body to be smooth. There is no hair on my chest, armpits, balls or ass. My dick, by the way, is quite long, average in width, and it gets very hard. My preference is for thong underwear and tight tank tops. Wearing them makes me feel hot and desirable. 

Lately, I have been thinking about piercing my right tit. I often fantasize about a lover pulling my tit ring, while sucking my other tit. In fact, I play with my own tits and ass hole all the time. I love it, but it would be better if Michael were doing this stuff to me.

As for Michael ... sigh ... he is all I have ever wanted. I'm artsy, but he's a manly business stud. His tailored dress shirts, and well cut pants, frame a classic man's body that haunts me every night. His shoulders are broad, and his waist thick, but not fat. 

I love how Michael takes charge when we are out shopping, or when he takes me to dinner. By the way, he always picks the perfect wine. I love how homophobe's stare at us and cohomophobes we're a couple. After all, that's what I want.

Covered in beautiful auburn hair, Michael's body is solid and comforting. I love his cock! Short to average in length, it is adorable, powerful, and quite thick. It fills out my mouth nicely. At least it did one night a few years ago. 

Back to reality, here we were. Two years later, and my heart was warmed, my legs shaking, and my pants increasingly uncomfortable. 

Ah, fuck, my eyes filled with tears of frustration and longing. Michael, of course, immediately noticed, and pulled his arm away in concern. I thought he misread me, as he made a u-turn and headed towards my house. 

Unable to speak, I reached over and grabbed Michael's big, strong hand. Michael smiled, and I lay my head on his shoulder, while my other hand began caressing his arm. 

Michael's voice sputtered, as he huskily muttered, "Ah man, you are so beautiful, you know that?" 

He pulled to the side of the road, turned off the engine, and as cars drove by us, he stroked my cheek, and I kissed his palm. Michael groaned, and I leaned in to kiss his neck. 

Safe in my man's arms, I grew too hungry, and placed his beefy mitt on my hardened shaft. Even though I was fully clothed, this shocked Michael back to a very painful reality. Pushing me away gently, but firmly, Michael started the car and roared back onto the road. 

There was no more talking, or touching, the entire drive home. I cried like a wounded girl the whole way. I can't tell you whether Michael did. Once in my house, I grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, and struggled with my thoughts as I sat at the breakfast bar. 

Emboldened my the beer, I called Michael's cell. 

"Yeah," his voice answered with a sniffle. 

I responded with, "Get back here now. We need to talk," and hung up. 

As soon as I heard Michael's car pull onto my street, I walked outside into the night, and into a very different chapter of my life. Slipping into the car, I jumped right into conversation, afraid of losing my nerve. 

"Michael, I love you," I began, "and I want you, and need you." 

Before he could respond, I kissed him square on the lips. I tasted faint traces of salt, which only fanned the fire within me. My hands stroked his chest, then his face. I felt his tongue slide between my lips and into my mouth. 

Snorting for air, I sucked Michael's tongue, and then explored his mouth. Oh man, I wanted to get fucked right there in my driveway. I started to leave my seat, and straddle Michael's lap, when once again he pushed me backwards.

"No," he said simply. 

My heart stopped, I grew cold, then angry. All of this happened within a few seconds. 

Before I could speak in response, Michael said, "Not here, you dumb ass," and then laughed. 

He backed into the street, and drove away, still chuckling. My heart swelled with relief, and lust. 

Not to be deterred, I returned his jab, and matter-of-factly said, "Well, you will fuck me tonight, and I will not wait to to touch you." 

With that, I slid my hand into his sweat pants, atouchnder his boxer waistband. Oh man, it was like going home. Michael's shaft was engorged, and as thick as I remembered it. Shorter, but meatier than my penis. Man, I love Michael's adorable dick. 

Continuing to stroke and adore Michael's manhood, I reached over with my other hand to fondle his balls. "Unnnhhh," Michael moaned, as I placed my head on his shoulder for the second time that evening. 

My heart leaps and thrills once again as I write this. I was back where I knew I belonged, with my best friend, boyfriend, lover and hero. The pre-cum slid onto my hands and I began to lick my fingers, tasting my man. 

I couldn't handle much more of this drive, but I soldiered on. Stroking, tasting, longing. Somewhere on the perimeter of reality, I noticed Michael was driving into his garage. When I reached to touch his face, Michael took one of my damp fingers and tasted it, savoring his own taste with a purr. 

I needed him badly now. We both hopped out of the car, into the quiet, and now private garage. Waiting at the door, I decided to service my man right there. 

As he walked around to my side of the car, Michael got his keys out. leaned up into my face and kissed me hungrily, and then turned to open the door. "Not yet," I said with desire and authority. 

I turned Michael back towards me, and then slid to my knees, pulling down his sweat pants as I dropped to the door. I inhaled his musky scent, and ran my fingers through his silky chest and stomach hair, and then made my way to his wiry pubic hairs. 

"Leave the light on," I pleaded, as I took in the beautiful sight of his meaty thighs, slightly round tummy, and thick cock. All of him was coated in gorgeous auburn hair that smelled of manhood. 

I felt Michael pull my tank off of me, and I wiggled out of my pants. I left my thong on, but my cock made a nice, dampened, little tent of stretchy blue fabric. 

Michael's big hands massaged my neck and shoulders. I shivered, and pulled Michael's thick, hairy body close to my waxed , thin physique. 

"Enough," I said, and then ran my tongue along the base of his shaft a few times before placing all of him in my mouth. 

Michael's salty taste, and thick scent intoxicated me. I began to suck the tip, and then lick it, before working my mouth up and down my lover's whole dick. Michael tried to pull me up, entreating me to let him make love to me inside. 

"No way," I responded in a barely audible grunt, "I need to do this for you," and then my hands grabbed his full ass. 

I grabbed each muscled check with viselike hands, roughly massaging them, as I pulled him closer to me. Sweat dripped into my eyes. vise-like know if it was Michael's or mine. In spite of the cool evening, we were both now covered in sweat. 

With some struggle, I pulled Michael's dick out of my mouth, the saliva linking my tongue to the tip of his penis. Licking first my lips, I began to lick his legs and stomach, tasting his salty, wet body. 

Now it was Michael who took charge. Just the way I like it. He proceeded to thrust his cock back into my mouth. I shielded my teeth, and gave him a strong, but soft mouth to fuck. He rocked back and forth, using my mouth as a cunt. 

I trembled with delight, then pressed a finger into his tight ass crack. Something incoherent struggled out of my mouth, but Michael understood, and he relaxed his ass a bit. My finger probed deeper, feeling a soft, sweaty, and puckered hole. 

I wasn't able to get very far into Michael's pleasure hole, but I ran my finger around the ridges, and pinched his left tit with my other hand. 

Shaking and groaning, I felt Michael's shaft press back into my mouth. As I sniffled and struggled, I felt Michael's hands tighten around my head, his cock going deeper still. 

Just as I felt I would pass out, I felt bursts of cum spray the back of my mouth. Gagging, but not fighting my mouth fucking, I determined to take it all, and I did. 

Michael finally released me, and slid to the floor, his sweaty ass making a sloppy wet sound on the concrete. Gasping, I fought to keep his cum in my mouth. 

I was still aroused, while my lover was post-coitus. I ran the salty treasure around my mouth before swallowing it. I then grabbed my dick and prepared to pleasure myself. 

Out of no where, Michael's strong hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me. 

"No," he stated simply, "Come in and let me make love to you." 

What could I do? He is my man, after all. I followed him into the house, and into a new life together.