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Him

By: devilgurl



Standing at the window, she stares out into the night, watching the stars softly twinkle in the dark sky, the moon floating quietly in a pool of midnight blue. Leaves twirl a silent dance to the soft breeze that flutters across the garden. Her fingers brush gently over her breasts, shivering slightly as her nipples start to stiffen beneath her shirt.

She feels him coming up behind her before he even touches her. Silently his soft lips trace over the smooth creamy skin of her neck as she leans back into him, his hand sliding up her back, into her long dark hair, grabbing it suddenly and pinning her against the wall. Pulling her arms behind her, he twists a length of rope around them, tying it tight so she can feel the rope digging into her flesh. Slowly he turns her round to face him, brushing the dark hair out of her eyes and kissing her lips gently before he blindfolds her. 

Taking her by the arm he leads her out of the room and up the stairs into a bedroom, sitting her on the edge of the bed and pushing her legs open slightly. She feels the cool sheets beneath the bare skin of her legs, his thumbs brushing softly over her nipples as he slowly unbuttons her shirt and slides it off her shoulders. He parts her legs, hands sliding up her thighs feeling how wet she is. She moans softly as his fingers find her clit, he rubs softly at first, quickening as she gets wetter, her head falling back, dark hair tumbling across her back like water. He stops, running his finger lightly over her lips, letting her taste herself. Her mouth closes over his finger, tongue flicking against it as she sucks it into her mouth, biting softly. 

Slowly he pulls his finger from her lips, her tongue reaching out and wanting for more. He pushes her back onto the bed, kneeling over her as he unzips his pants tugging them off. Her hands struggle against the rope that burns into her flesh, wanting to reach out and stroke him, wanting to pull him into her soft wet mouth and taste him. He smiles at her, running his cock over her parted lips, she leans towards him, her tongue reaching out for him as he pulls away, teasing her, he rubs his cock down across her neck, across her hard nipples, his fingers taking them, twisting them hard as he listens to her gasp. 

Leaning down he makes small circles round her erect nipple with his tongue, making them smaller and smaller then sucking it into his mouth, he bites down hard and she cries out, her eyes shut tight, lips parted as she breathes harder. He sits up on top of her, hand slipping between her thighs, pushing them open as his finger slips inside her easily. Pulling his fingers in and out slowly, he watches her, holding the head of his cock just out of reach of her mouth. She arches her back up, as he pushes hard into her pussy, moaning and reaching her lips up to his cock. He pulls out slapping her ass hard. She cries out, wiggling, trying to find his fingers again as he brings his hand down hard on her other cheek. She feels her ass stinging as his hands tighten in her hair, forcing himself into her mouth hard, her reaction automatic, tongue flicking against him as he fucks her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and reaching back to slap her hard everytime she gags. 

He pulls out, and flips her over, pulling the ropes off her wrists, his fingers wandering over the red marks made by the rope. As He lies back, she knows what he wants as she crawls to him, trailing her tongue down across the warmth of his chest. Softly she caresses him with her fingers, her mouth kissing up his thighs as his hands run gently through her long hair. She runs her tongue round the tip of his cock, bringing her mouth down slowly onto him. Her nails dig into his thighs as he holds onto her head, moving in and out of her mouth, her lips tight around him, his other hand twisting and pulling on her nipples. He feels her small hands, cool on his hot skin, tracing his nipples, his stomach, nails pressing into him as he starts to move faster inside her wet mouth. She feels him about to cum, her hands slipping behind him, pulling him deeper as he does, moaning at the taste of him in her mouth as she swallows and drags her mouth up him slowly, her tongue twirling round his cock, licking the tip of him clean. 

He drags her up to him, kissing her hard, his tongue pushing into her mouth roughly, hands pinching on her nipples, as he pushes her back, pulling her hands above her head and snapping handcuffs onto them. Kneeling between her thighs he watches her face as his fingers push deep into her pussy, watching her moan in pleasure, her hands tightening round the rungs on the bed as his fingers fuck her harder, getting wet through. He leans down, pushing her legs to either side, his tongue finding her clit, flicking against it while she wiggles, trying to get herself closer to his lips. His tongue runs down her pussy lips, feeling her shiver against him as he licks her, pushing his tongue into her, teasing her as she gasps and pushes down on him. He reaches for the vibe, pushing it hard into her, while his tongue flutters softly against her clit, hearing her moans get louder. She wriggles against the cuffs as they dig into her wrists, pushing against the vibe inside her, his teeth biting down on her clit. 

Moaning she tells him she wants to cum, he whispers that she can't yet,. Pulling the vibe out, he forces it back into her over and over. Pulling it out he slides his tongue up across her stomach, his cock hard and rubbing against her pussy lips, as his mouth moves over her breasts, he leans up to kiss her deeply as he thrusts into her, making her gasp. Her legs sliding round him, pulling him deeper into her, hips moving against his, his teeth digging into her bottom lip. she arches up to him, her hard nipples brushing across his chest as he fucks her faster, his hand between her thighs pressing his finger on her clit. He moves faster, pushing into her harder as she gasps, her breathing quickening, flipping her over, he pulls her up to him, pushing back into her as deep as he can, his hands softly sliding over her ass, still red from before, and up over her stomach, cupping her breasts in his hands as he thrusts harder and faster into her. Leaning down on her, his tongue trailing over the hot skin on her back, whispering that she can cum now, as he slips a finger, wet from her pussy into her ass. she gasps as she feels his finger moving in and out of her as he fucks her, pushing back harder onto him as she cums with him.

Breathless she leans back toward him, as he pushes her down, pulling her to him, his cock still inside her, his legs wet from her. His arm slips round her, softly rubbing her still hard nipples kissing her softly as she lays back against him in his arms...

Him



She was not what the male species would call hot. She was not bad looking but had more than average plush ness. Some men found her passable for a romp in the sack body wise. Problem was after sliding their hard cock deep inside her slick pussy they were hooked. 

So incredibly hot. Hottest some had ever experienced. She didn't know that is what made them return to her. Not that many gave her the chance. The ones that did were never disappointed. Her self esteem was poor, going out with the girls she was always the one still sitting at the table while they bumped and grinded on the dance floor. 

Tonight was a night just like any other. Going out with the girls. The married one she was seeing was not going to be around so she was going to get wild and party. Pulling long thigh highs up across smooth calves, feeling the slight twinge between the silky thighs as fingers graze the soft inner flesh. Not now no time. Sighing as bare feet slip into black boots, standing feeling the tight jeans glue to pale flesh as she stands up. Low cut shirt in a scoop neck showed just the right amount of cleavage from the full breasts that ache to be suckled and bitten. Looking in the mirror she shrugs not realizing how breathtaking her image appears to others. Touching up the light makeup, smiling she heads for the door. The ache between her thighs growing with each step as the tight jeans rub against the clit. She was different than most of the girls she knew. Independent on the outside but on the inside would do anything to please. 

Slipping behind the wheel of the car and heads out towards the club. Arriving at the meeting spot she laughs as friends are waiting for her for a change. Already drinking she sees. They walk into the club the music just pounding. Her friends look so hot. She feels out of place with them. Moving to the bar ordering her first drink. She always seems to relax a little more when out if she gets a beer or some specialty drink. The other girls hit the dance floor already as she sits laughing at them getting plastered.

She doesn't know it but there is one watching her every move. Suddenly she hears a deep voice soft smooth in her ear. "Is anyone sitting here?" He said. Startled at the flash of heat that immediately hits her belly spreading to her thighs at just his voice. He slides on the stool beside her and they begin talking. His voice she feels her pussy responding getting wet, hot. Blushing thinking oh god any minute now he is going to smell her lust. Not knowing that he didn't need to smell her to know how she was affected. He knew she responded to him. She had never reacted this strongly to a man. She was a little confused wondering what it was that was causing this desire for this man to just strip her right here and fuck her hard, fast without mercy. He was drawn to her, thinking to himself he had to have this woman. He stood grasping her by the elbow and moved to a booth. Ordering another round of drinks. She slides onto the bench seat her jeans digging against her clit. Panties wet, thighs hot. He slips in beside her. Wrapping an arm around her. God her body jolting. Nipples hard. Face flushing from the heat. Her girl friend came over and asked her to head to the bathroom with her. She looked at him and said "may she go to the bathroom please?" 

What the hell? She was asking permission? His lips lifted in this smile that said He was pleased. 

He whispered in her ear "of course." 

Her friend was yammering questions so fast. 

"Who is he?" she said. "Why did you ask to go to the bathroom?" "What the hell are you doing?"

She said "god I don't know." "Something about him." "He is driving me nuts." "Am feeling things I never thought possible." "He is so strong in manner, commanding, quiet yet loud, tender yet forceful." "I can't describe it." 

Her girlfriend laughed as she stammered over all these confessions. "You go for it girlfriend." 

Laughing they returned to the bar area. He stood and she slid into the booth beside him once more. He began talking about sex. Seems she had affected him somehow as well. The conversation changed to life's issues like her viewpoint on equal rights. She told him how she always thought she was born in the wrong era. She was more a the man handles things and the woman is raising the children, cleaning the house and pleasing the man. His smile made her tremble. 

Suddenly her pager went off. She grabbed it and looked at the number. It was the married man she was seeing. Calling her from work. 

She whispered "I have to take this." 

He stood and let her out of the booth and she went to return the call. Her boyfriend was livid that she was out with the girls. How dare she be at a bar. She hung up with tears pricking her eyes. Returning to the booth, sliding onto the seat once more. 

He looked at her with this piercing gaze. Heart skipping beats at his gaze. Her pager was beeping again. Hands reaching for it and his covering hers taking it from her. 

Whispering in her ear, "no." 

Emerald eyes widened as shivers of heat flashed through her. Releasing the beeper to his hand. They continued talking. She felt his hand slide between her knees, softly stroking the inner thigh. Up and down slowly, non threatening yet oh so commanding. She was lost in his touch. Nothing like this had ever happened to her. Her clit was throbbing so bad, jeans felt wet against her pussy. His hand moving up higher, heart racing. Gasping at his boldness. Moving to stop his hand.

Hearing that voice again simply "no." 

She stopped amazed that she was listening to him. Unsure of what was happening to her why was she listening to him. No one could see his hand as it moved to unbutton her jeans. Her hand moved to stop his again. 

This time he whispered in her ear "stop me again and you will not like the consequences."

She was startled. What the hell. But oh god the incredible lust that slammed through her. His voice firm, husky barely a whisper. His hand never moving past mid thigh just slow stroking. Driving her crazy. Her friends came to the table. He continued massaging her thigh. None could see but she felt as though all could smell her. They were leaving. She looked at Him. He nodded and for some reason she knew what He wanted. 

She made sure her friends were safe to drive. Said her goodbyes and returned to Him at the booth. He stood towering over her. His aura commanding. The strength emanated from Him. Grasping her arm the heat once more building within. Leading them out of the bar and to his car. He opened the door she slid onto the soft leather seats. The masculine smell of him caused even more wetness to gather between creamy thighs. He drove the car effortlessly as His hand rubbed her cheek reassuringly. Her mind a frenzy thinking she must be nuts. How could she be in this car with this man who she just met.

Something drew her to him something exciting. She heard the pager going off again. Then abruptly stopping as she figured he turned it off. The road dark. The music sensual, pulsating, decadent. He pulled into a driveway. A huge house sat lit up at the end. It was breathtaking. Beautiful. She stepped out of the car and immediately felt His hand at the small of her back. Guiding her towards the house. Stopping at the door her heart was pounding. Her hands shaking as He opened the door and moved inside. Hearing the click as the lock was turned. 

A jolt of fear suddenly gripped her. He leaned forward hands cupping her cheeks and presses His lips to hers softly. The fear quickly replaced by a fire so hot it actually made her wonder if she had a fever. His kiss deepening. Tongue rolling gently across hers, suckling, teeth nibbling the lower lip. Her tongue responding to His every move.

Knees begin to feel weak. Pushing her against the wall his knee pushing her thighs apart. Her hot pussy resting on His thigh. Every movement of his leg causing her clit to rub back and forth. His hands pulling on the scoop neck lifting arms high above her curly flames breaking the kiss long enough to remove the shirt. Then her bra. Suddenly the globes of ivory free the nipples hard as pebbles aching. Feeling His eyes rest there. Watching as His lips part leaning forward the warmth of His tongue caressing the aching bud. Moaning softly fingers run through His hair. Suddenly the most searing heat gripped the taut bud. Crying out as clit throbs the moisture building. His teeth tug on the swollen rose tip. His head lifts looking into her emerald eyes seeing the burning desire. Kissing her again hard. Opening to Him. Surrendering something of herself to Him. The feelings so intense they bring tears to her eyes. 

Guiding her up the long stair case. Moving into a room. A huge four poster bed setting there. Her eyes glazed from lust search the room. Startled by the decorum. Flat paddles hang on the wall. A few crops and a whip. Thinking He must ride horses. Seeing a hook hanging from the ceiling just within reach. Still not really wondering anything. He stands at the door watching her. He moves with quiet ease picking something off the wall and she continues to look around. Moving to sit on the stool softly His voice calls to her. She turns and moves into His arms. His fingers unbuttoning the jeans feeling them slide down the legs. Stepping out of the boots then the jeans. His lips touching hers as His hands grip her ass. Squeezing softly then harder. His knee between her now jean less thighs. Yes He likes how this girl responds. She is very hot. Very pliant. 

Suddenly she finds herself across His thighs. Her ass up with the way He positions her. His hands squeeze her cheeks. God rubbing against His thigh her ass being a highly erogenous zone for her. Suddenly a sharp crack is heard and a light sting burns against her ass. Screaming out her hips jerk her clit rubbing against His jeans. The rough texture torturing. Another crack and sting and another. Waiting between each one for her excitement to build. Crack again and again. Taking His time. Watching her writhe. Tears fill her eyes but the fire nothing like this had ever coursed through her body. Moving against His jeans her moisture coating Him. Feeling the spasms rip through her as He smacks her ass one last time. Crying out as she cums hard. Panting, tears stream softly, heart pounding hard. 

He stands her up His smile brilliant. Kissing her tears. God how she responded He could tell she had never done this before. His need was beginning to hurt Him. Her grinding on His thigh was nearly killing Him. Ripping her panties off bending her over the bed railing. His hands undoing His own jeans at the same time. His cock spilling free purple, hard, pulsating. Guiding it to the overly wet pussy. Feeling her thighs part for Him. Oh Yes this girl is ready for Him. Smiling as He slams full force into her tight wet cunt. Crying out as He fills her, opening to Him but tight. Pushing back against Him as He takes her. Pounding in and out. His hands reaching up grasping her nipples using them to help pull Him into her deeper. The pressure building deep within her. Her clit throbbing aching. Again needing to release. His fingers pinching the swollen rose buds hard. Pulling, then releasing one as His hand suddenly smacks her already red ass once more. Crying out bucking back against Him moving hard as He smacks again. 

Again faster, harder, grinding. Writhing against Him. "Please fuck me harder" she cried out. 

Yes He was pleased she was just as He thought a slut. Wonder if she knows it yet. Feeling His cock being squeezed. Her red hot ass against His hand. Suddenly exploding deep inside her. Feeling her own spasms rip through her as her cries are buried into the quilt. Moving quickly in and out making sure to spill all of Him into her. Her juices coating His cock. Rubbing her tortured ass as He pulls His wet cock out of her. 

Lifting her from over the railing. Kissing her deeply slowly applying pressure against her shoulders. Watching as confusion dawns but increasing the pressure until she finally goes to her knees in front of Him. His cock brushing her cheek. Her tongue immediately delving out licking up and down the hard length. His hands gripping her hair. Tasting herself mixed with Him. His foot between her legs wiggling His toe against her clit as she takes His cock deep in her throat. His own heart racing as her mouth greedy for Him. Suckling hard in and out. Her hips grinding against His toe. Hand stroking His shaft. Her mind racing thinking oh my god have never felt this hot. Like an awakening. Suddenly her mouth full of His essence. Exploding into her throat. Swallowing every drop as He pumps her face. His hands holding her head very still. Letting His cock slide out. Licking Him clean. He pulls her to her feet. Leading her to the bathroom where they begin to shower...

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Him



She felt it the first time they met. Some sort of a connection, a bond. She couldn't qualify why, but it was there. When she started working with him, it got worse, or should that be better? But it was insane. She was happily married with a teenage son, and he was married himself with a baby girl.

But still she couldn't deny the feelings she got when she saw him. He made her wet. As they worked together for a few weeks, she got to know him better, and they did have a lot in common. They began flirting. Mildly, innocently at first, but then she began to hug him each morning when she saw him, and those brief touches were electric. 

"This is nuts!" she thought. "My husband works here too!" 

But she couldn't help herself. She didn't want to leave her husband, but she wanted this other man. She didn't want to cause two households grief, but she ached for this other man. She began fantasizing about him while making love to her husband. She imagined it was his big cock pounding her from behind and she started having some very intense orgasms. She wanted to think it was his rough hands on her shoulders as her husband slammed her pussy raw. She didn't know what to do. Most days now were filled with a bizarre sexual tension she couldn't qualify. She couldn't tell anyone how she felt, but she thought she'd burst soon. 

People at work began noticing what was going on, and pitied the poor husband. 

"She's new here, where he's worked for years, and she's making a fool of him." They gossiped. "How could she do this?" 

She knew what they were saying, and could see her husband was becoming uncomfortable too. She was lost in lust, it wasn't emotional, she wasn't in love with this other guy, she loved her husband, and deep down, knew she was hurting him badly, but couldn't stop the insane ride she was on. 

One night, her husband told her he was going out for a drink, and wanted to possess her body when he returned. Their son was away on a sleepover, and they could be as uninhibited as they liked. She was trembling all evening until she went to get ready for bed. She showered, and as she lathered herself up, she imagined it was the hands of him, not her husband, rubbing soap into her pussy. She began fingering herself over this indulgent little fantasy, and almost slipped and fell when she came. Instead, she lay down and let the spray of the shower head bang on her clit. She began pulling and twisting her nipples until another moan escaped her lips and she shuddered as she came again and again under the needle like spray. 

She put on a sexy teddy, and some thigh high tights. She wanted to look special for her husband, but she would be thinking about him when they fucked. She lay in bed and slowly drifted to slumber where she had dreams of cocks. All shapes and sizes, at her beck and call. Hers to control. One in her pussy. One in her asshole. One in her mouth. One between her big tits. 

She woke a little when she heard the door open. The house was dark, and she heard her husband stumble over furniture as he made his way to the stairs. She thought it odd, as he did this every morning. It was always dark when they left for work. She heard his footsteps on the stairs, and as he walked into the room, she could barely make out his outline in the doorway. 

"I've been thinking about you all night, and my pussy is a lake!" she said, knowing how her dirty talk turned him on. 

She rolled over and while on her knees began to draw her skimpy panties over her ass. She heard him drop his pants and whip his shirt over his head. His hand caressed her ass from behind, and he promptly stuck his index finger in her soaked sex. He began an in and out motion and built up speed. 

"This feels wonderful! " she thought. She began to pretend it was him, and little moans escaped her lips. 

Something was different. They'd been together for years, and never before had he started foreplay like this, in and out, with his hand slapping her ass each stroke. She felt his hot breath on her ass, and he licked her cheeks, tracing his tongue around her asshole, and dropping lower to her pussy. 

"Oh my god!!!!" she thought, she was losing herself in her fantasy now. Her husband was gone and replaced by him. 

He began licking her pussy now, chewing lightly on her lips. He'd never ate her this way before! This felt soooooo amazing! She was gasping now, and grinding into his palm. She felt him fumbling around, and realized he was about to enter her. She usually sucked his cock a bit first, to get him as big and hard as possible, but she didn't care. Her face was buried in the pillows, and it was him poised with the head of his cock brushing her pussy lips. He stopped with the rough fingering and began flicking her clit with his fingers. Electricity shot through her. Her pussy was on fire, and she could feel herself begin to contract the way she always did when she had a big come just around the bend. She could feel his cock and began to grind backwards on its underside.

"God! He feels huge tonight!" she thought, and dropped back into her fantasy of the other one. She couldn't take anymore, she wanted to come on his cock, clutching and trembling!  "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out, hoping the neighbors wouldn't hear but not really caring. She felt him position his dick at her opening and as he entered her she gasped at the size of him! He felt longer and thicker than ever before! He must be as turned on as she was. She came then, big gasping shuddering breaths escaped her lips as her tight snatch grasped his cock tight. But she was dreaming it was his cock, not her husband's.

As she came back from the brink, he began fucking her in a slow steady rhythm. As she began to match his motions, she realized that he felt very different. He felt bigger, but is angle was different too, like he was taller, or kneeling on a pillow. She didn't care. In her mind he was fucking her, and she was fucking him. He started to pick up the pace, and began fucking her hard. He was pounding her pussy on the in stroke, and practically pulling her insides out on the outstroke.  She felt him grow even larger, and knew he was about to come deep inside her. She had another orgasm building and wanted to time it just right so they'd come together. She felt him begin to tense, and for fuck's sake his cock got bigger!!!!!

He howled with his release, and she felt the hot jets of his come shoot deep inside her. She too came then, pulsing and clamping down with her pussy and milking his cock for all it had. Electricity pulsed through her, starting in her pussy, going to her brain, and rocketing back down again. 

As she shuddered one last time, and his cock began to shrink inside her, the lights flicked on. She blinked as her eyes adjusted, and looked up at her husband - 

- standing in the doorway with his cock out, wailing away. She looked behind her and it was HIM!!!! She'd just had the shit fucked out of her by the object of her own obsession and her sweet, loving wonderful husband planned it!  

*

She was in a whirl. She didn't know what to think, to say.

"Did it feel as good as it sounded baby?" her husband asked. 

"Yes!" she gasped. 

She looked up at him and asked if he liked it. 

"Hell yeah!" he said, "At first when your husband approached me, I thought I was being set up, but he explained that he thought if we didn't do this, you might do something stupid, and wreck both our marriages. Frankly, since you started at work, and we began flirting and stuff, I haven't been able to keep my mind off of you. It was driving me nuts, and I knew that if you offered, I'd fall. I'm still not sure what I'm going to say to my wife after this, but seeing how much your husband loves you, and what he was willing to do for you, shows me that I've got some growing to do as a person, but I think if I approached it the right way, I might be able to do some stuff like this with her too!" 

The three talked for a while more, and another of her fantasies was fulfilled later that night, being fucked by two horny studs at one time. She'd never been so filled before, and felt like a complete slut. She loved every second of it, loved her husband, and would do anything for him. Maybe her girlfriend would help her repay this debt. She had noticed how he looked at her at the pool party that summer. 

The night wound out into morning, and in the gray light of dawn after he had left, they made love. Not fucking, not the raw animal passion of earlier, but sweet love making of a couple who cared deeply about one another. 



Him



She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly how she wanted to dress tonight, and she knew what kind of effect it was going to have on them. The group of guys she's going out with will just chalk it up to her flirtatious personality......and her overcharged sex drive. 

Knee high leather boots, tight mid-thigh mini-skirt, and a tight, plunging neckline top accented her natural cleavage. For the sheer naughtiness of it, she decided to forgo panties this evening. And anyone who worked up the nerve to put their hand on her ass would certainly get a surprise. She had given her hair a soft curl, so it just tussled over her shoulders. 

She smoothed out her skin with her foundation, and added a bit of color. She lightly accented her eyes, as she had decided to wear her glasses that evening. She wanted to give herself the sultry, intelligent look this evening. She takes a step back from the bathroom counter and admires her handy work. She slowly slides her hands down her sides, over her hips, and down her thighs. 

She smiles out of the corner of her mouth, *SMACK* as her hand comes down on her right ass cheek. She smiles brightly, "I may just want to stay home and fuck myself tonight looking like this." She says aloud. 

******** 

Her toys, as of late, have had some significant mileage put on them. It usually started off with her brown dildo sliding over her open mouth, her tongue circling the silicone cock-head, then slowly slithering down the veined shaft until she takes it into her mouth, feeding her oral fixation. All the while she's clenching her thighs together, putting pressure on her swelling clit, and slowly soaking her panties. 

After about a 10 minute blowjob, she sheds her panties and spreads her legs. She would then slowly slide her free hand down between her tits, down over her stomach, and over her mound. She spreads her fingers and slowly traces the outside of her warm cunt. Teasing herself while she continues to pleasure the dildo orally. Then she'll place her middle finger at the bottom of her outer lips, find the trickle of her juices, and draw them up onto her finger. 

She would take the dildo out of her mouth, and wipe the juices from her finger all over the slicked up cockhead, before she would continue. She'd then slowly lick the cockhead clean and resume her blowjob, as again, her free hand would travel back down to her cunt and resume tracing her lips. She'd then use her fingers to slowly spread her cunt open, filling the room with her scent. She'd dip 2 fingers into her now dripping cunt, and spread her juices around her opening, and up over her throbbing clit. 

After she had sufficiently lubed up her hole, she took her vibrator, turned it on, and she'd begin to slowly fuck herself. She'd thrust both the vibrator and dildo in and out of their respective holes in sync. With each thrust, she'd open her legs and mouth wider. Trying to take both cocks as deep as she could. She needed to be filled, she begged for it. She'd increase the tempo slowly, until she couldn't stand it anymore, jacking the vibrator up to high and begin to fuck herself as hard and as fast as she could. Her orgasm would begin to build rapidly, having her mouth and cunt filled at the same time was something that she needed sometimes, and soon wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. She spasmed, jerked, and twisted in ecstasy. She screamed in pleasure with her dildo filled mouth. Over and over she would come, until she passed out in sheer bliss.

********

She handled the cat-calls and wolf whistles that she knew were coming, with grace. She scanned the bar, looking at those who were drooling over her. 

She smiled inwardly thinking, "Maybe guys...one of you." 

She made her way over to where her friends were sitting, and struck a pose as they all laughed. She sits, and orders her beer and starts chatting the night away. Many hours pass, and the bar starts to fill up. The guys at her table have begun pairing up with the single women for the night. She's been coyly passing off attempts by most of the guys there. She still hasn't seen the right one. 

Though as that very thought passes through her mind, he walks in. Immediately she feels a jolt between her legs as she watches him look over the mass of bodies before heading to the bar. 

"Tall, dark, and handsome is an understatement!" she says to herself. 

He was six feet tall, broad shoulders, slim, but well built, judging by the muscular chest that was accented by his tight shirt. His thick brown hair was cut short, and he had piercing brown eyes. He carried an air of confidence, but looked like he just wanted to blend in. He sliced through the crowd towards the bar, and ordered a drink, but kept his head down for some reason. She smiled to herself as the model-like blonde bartender tried to flirt with him, but he didn't react. 

"Smart boy." She says. 

She watches him for a while. He sips his drink, and turns to watch the crowd. His gaze wanders from one side of the room to the other, his eyes stopping every now and then on a desirable target, but then continues his scan. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she watched him slowly scan towards her. She squeezes her thighs together trying to ease the growing sexual itch that needed to be scratched. 

Then her eyes met his, and a bolt of lightning shot through her body. Her nipples instantly stood out, and her cunt was on fire. She squeezes her thighs again as she looks him in the eye, and experiences a small, but intense orgasm. 

She whimpers, "Oh my God. All he did was look at me." 

She smiles out of the corner of her mouth, looks down at the table, pushes her hair behind her ear, then looks back up at him. His eyes are still locked on her. Her cunt is just dripping and is getting wetter as he watches her. He can see her squirm under his gaze, he smiles and turns back towards the bar for another drink.

"I'm not gonna let him get away." She stands, smoothes out her skirt, and makes her way to the bar, opposite him, making sure he doesn't see her approach. 

She flags down the blonde behind the bar and orders two shooters, Orgasms to be exact, and points to him. The bartender smiles and nods, as she mixes and pours the shooters. The shooter is delivered to her mystery man, and the bartender points out his benefactor. He sees her opposite him, and asks what the shooter is. 

"An Orgasm," shouts the blonde, and she walks away.

He smiles at her, and raises his glass. She counters and they both knock it back. They lock eyes for a few minutes before she motions him over with her finger. He nods, and makes his way over to her. He cuts through the masses as best he can, and slips behind her. He puts his mouth close to her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine, 

"Would you like to dance?" he asks. She smiles and nods, and offers her hand to him. 

He takes it gently and leads her to the floor. He finds a spot amongst the sea of bodies, and pulls her in close to him. His eyes lock with hers as he slips his arms around her waist. She puts her arms around his neck as they start to grind to the music. His hands caressing her back, and occasionally slipping down to her ass. She slides her hands across his hard chest and stomach as she slowly works one of his legs between hers so she can tease and tempt him with her sopping wet cunt. 

He leans into her, placing his lips by her ear, "I know what you want. I could smell your sex from across the bar. If you're good, maybe I'll give you what you want." 

Her mind is bombarded by images of him fucking her, his cock in her mouth, his tongue lapping at her swollen clit. Her body is ravaged by another orgasm as she buries her head in his chest. 

"How can he do this to me? Who is this guy?" she wonders. 

She looks up at him and tries to communicate the wanton desire and lust for him with her eyes. He just stares deeply into her ice blue eyes as he pulls her body into him. He presses his thigh into her crotch; she quivers and gasps as she slowly starts to fuck his leg. He smiles as he runs his hands over her tits, being sure to pinch her already erect nipples. 

She decides to take a chance; she slides her hands further down his front, down towards his crotch. She looks up at him, almost pleading. He just looks at her and smiles. She allows her hand to drift lower, her eyes never leaving his. She comes across a huge bulge in his pants. She grips it with her fingers, and slides them down further. His length is incredible. 

"God I'd love to feel this cock in me." She thinks. 

She gives his rock hard cock a squeeze, and feels him push upwards into her hand. The next thing she knows, her hand is pinned behind her back and there are 2 fingers in her cunt and a thumb on her clit. 

"The next time you feel this cock, it will buried deep inside that dripping cunt of yours." 

She shivers at the words, and almost collapses as his thumb puts pressure on her clit. She continues dancing with him for what seems like hours. His hands having free reign over her body, her lust growing to the point to where she would drop to her knees right there on the dance floor and swallow his cock if he asked it. Her mind's eye flooding with images of her on all fours and his cock pounding in and out of her cunt, his balls slapping her clit, and a constant orgasm running through her body. 

By the time the lights came up in the bar, she had no less than 10 small orgasms. She was dizzy with desire as he led her out of the bar and out into the warm night. They walked away from the dispersing crowd, and down the quieting street. The next thing she knows, she's in a dark alley, her back pressed up against the cold brick wall, and his mouth on hers. 

She opens wide to allow his attacking tongue into her waiting mouth. She feels his hands lifting up her top, and his hands massaging her bare tits. His mouth leaves hers, and she feels his tongue sliding down her throat, down to her left tit. She feels her nipple in his mouth, the pressure of his teeth and the tip of his tongue flicking across the tip. She gasps and pulls his head closer into her breast. She feels him sucking her already erect nipple harder, before his mouth leaves it to the air and licks his way to her right tit and begins again. 

She runs her hands up and down his back, then down around his front towards his button and zipper. He allows her to undo them, as he lifts her skirt and grabs her bald cunt. She pulls down his pants and grabs his equally bald, rock hard cock. He picks her up and pushes her harder against the wall, and pins her hands above her head. He slowly lowers her down until the tip of his cock is just at the entrance of her juice soaked cunt. He stares deep into her eyes. She returns his gaze, and pleads with her eyes to fuck her. Then with one swift motion, his huge cock is inside her. 

She cries out as a powerful orgasm wreaks sexual havoc throughout her over-aroused body. "FUCK ME!" She cries. 

He smiles and begins thrusting in and out of her slick cunt. Each thrust sends a jolt of sexual energy through her. His pace quickly increases, as the nights foreplay has him already close. She grips his cock with her cunt, and tries to hold off the already mounting climax. She locks eyes with him. 

"Cum with me," he growls. 

Those 3 words, dripping with pure sexual energy, was all she needed. He thrust hard inside her, and exploded, roaring like an animal. She cries out with him, her body paralyzed with the most intense orgasm she's ever had. She feels his cum shoot deep inside her, and her cunt milks every drop from him. Their eyes still locked, tears drip down her cheek. He pulls her close, and she buries her head into his shoulder. They stay linked together for what feels like an eternity, as he gently strokes her sweat soaked hair.

She looks up at him and smiles, "I'm Kaiya."

He smiles back, "I'm Graeme."



Him



She lay in the bed, waking up slowly, leisurely. The sun was beaming in the window, filling the bedroom with a soft glow. She savored this wonderful, happy feeling inside, her mind filled with thoughts of him.

He had taken her to dinner last night. They went to a quiet, elegant restaurant. The table clothes were linen and snowy white. There was a small bouquet of flowers on each table. Candles completed the intimate feeling of the red leather booth. 

She could feel his muscular thigh along hers. The heat of his superb male body penetrated her skin through her thin silk dress. She gazed adoringly at him, admiring the dark suit, white shirt, and patterned tie. Everything he wore always fit and matched impeccably. 

She looked at his hand and wrist, the gold watch gleaming in the candlelight. A light dusting of dark hair covered his arm, what little bit was peeking out from under the cuff. She shivered as she remembered how strong those arms were when they were locked around her. Moving over his face, her eyes sought out his full lips, framed by the soft moustache and beard. Thoughts of how that moustache tickled and aroused flashed in her head.

Her eyes traveled over her as he watched her face. He could tell when she was thinking about something erotic just by the look on her face. As her gaze reached his neck, his tan skin a stark contrast against the white shirt, she could visualize his hard chest in her mind. Smooth, warm skin, with just a little bit of hair on his chest, and these perfect brown nipples. She felt again the sensation of feeling his strong heartbeat against her lips as she kissed him there.

She looked again at his large hands. She was constantly surprised at how gentle those hands could be at times. Soothing her from a nightmare, stroking her hair, a fingertip running over her lips. Yet she knew how strong they could grip her, sometimes holding her slim wrists over her head as he took her up against the wall. 

Their passion never ceased to amaze her. He brought out things she didn't even know she dreamed of or wanted. He generously gave them to her, fulfilling fantasy after fantasy with his sometimes fierce, sometimes tender lovemaking. 

She remembered a night after a party at some friends. They had mingled all night, talking to friends, their eyes catching across the room at times. He had told her not to wear panties under her red and white flowered dress, so he could visualize her warm and naked under it. 

The minute they entered her house, he had taken her; hard, fast, and devastatingly. Those firm hands had lifted her dress, stroking across her bare bottom. As one hand undid his trousers, the other penetrated her wet heat. She groaned as he pushed her to the wall, trapping her with his stronger, bigger body, his long fingers digging deep into her. 

He lifted her thigh, and entered her in one smooth motion. They both grunted with the satisfaction of it, his hard length filling, stretching her. Hooking his powerful arms under her knees, he opened her up, supporting her with strength. Her back was pounding into the wall with every thrust, and she reveled in it.

They both climaxed, her body clamping his tight as he filled her. Collapsing to the floor, hearts beating hard and fast, a languid feeling that would not last long. Every time they were together they seemed to never be able to get enough of each other. One session of incredible sex always managed to lead to another, usually more passionate than the one before.

Her mind came back to the restaurant, and she saw him grinning at her, chuckling softly. She flushed prettily, never able to hide anything from him. She glanced shyly up at him, and her eyes looked at his neck above the shirt. 

A night in a hot tub came crystal clear in her head. She remembered him sitting in the tub, her straddling him, and him buried deep inside her. Her arms were around his neck, and she had bitten him in her passion. She could still hear the throaty growl he made as her teeth sunk into him. He had stood up in the tub, her still riding him, and laid her down on the big fluffy towel next to the tub. 

She knew he had wanted to be in control then, that she had once again unleashed the lion lurking inside him. God, she loved that. As her legs wrapped tightly around him, he had thrust again and again into her, both of them moving in perfect counterpoint to the other. A primal rhythm, lust pounding in her head and heart. She never knew where this tigress inside her had come from, only that he drew it out of her often.

Once again the sounds of the restaurant had penetrated the sensual fog she was in. As her eyes cleared, she saw him looking at her. She could see his very soul in those blue eyes. They were sparkling, dancing with humor, yet full of so much love it almost made her want to cry. 

She loved that about him, too. She could cry, and he would just let her, sometimes holding her, rocking gently, other times kissing the tears away. When his big hands would frame her face that way, she never felt more loved than in that instant. 

His quiet strength was so deep and such a natural part of him. She never felt alone, even when he was not there. His presence was always with her, in her heart and in her mind. Never in her life had anyone "been there" for her like this man was. 

Her hand lifted to stroke across his cheek, a soft smile on her lips. He put his hand over hers, and turned his head to kiss then lick her palm. She felt it through her whole body, that velvet tongue lapping across her. She shivered. She knew it was a promise of what was to come later, after dinner.

She had managed to get through the meal somehow, and they had left the restaurant to come to her house. Taking her hand, he had taken her to bed, stripped her carefully, then made exquisite love to her half the night. There was not a single inch of her that he did not touch, or taste that night. 

She stretched luxuriously in the big bed, still fragrant with the smell of him and her. Just as she started to get up to take a hot bath, the phone rang. She smiled, knowing who it would be.

Him by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2009



Him



Introductions

He was standing behind me and I could feel his breath on my neck. He used his hand to raise my skirt across my legs. "Do you want me to stop?" The way he said it told me he wasn't going to either way. Why couldn't I answer him, tell him I was married? I was leaning onto my desk, my fists clenched, breathing heavily. By now he had worked my skirt around my waist, exposing my bum for him to see. He grabbed the back of my panties and pulled it tight into my slit. A soft moan escaped my lips. He didn't seem to be in a rush, he certainly took his time playing me like an instrument. How could I let him do this, without the least bit of hindrance? I suddenly realized that my secretary could walk in any given moment and that I needed to lock the door. Still it took me a lot of effort to turn my head back and simply say: "The door" But instead of doing anything about it he just said: "I know." And unwillingly I felt a rush of excitement course through my body. 

Now he pulled my panties down to knee level and moved his hand along my thighs towards my cunt. He covered my pussy with his hand and I suddenly realized how long it had been since anyone except my husband had touched me there. He let one finger slide into me and I grabbed the edge of the desk. The sound of the phone startled me. Then the voice of my secretary:"Your husband on line 1" 

All of a sudden he pushed two fingers into my cunt, "pick it up." I knew I would be crossing a line if I did, but still I picked up the horn.

My voice was trembling but I'm sure my husband didn't notice: "Hello?" 

"Hi honey, I just called to see how you were doing." 

"I'm fine, you?" I managed to say.

He soon trailed of about his day and He was fingering me vigorously until I could stand anymore and orgasmed while my husband was talking into my ear. With his hand still on my cunt he tells me to put my husband on speaker and I do. Immediately my husband's voice fills the room. 

He whispers into my ear telling me what to do, I refuse at first but he has started fingering me again and somehow I want to please him, make him proud and so I follow his orders.

"Honey? Are you there?"

"Yeah," I say, "listen, I want you to stroke your cock for me baby." He's silent for a while, probably surprised at the turn this conversation has taken but he manages to say okay. 

"Get it nice and hard for me. Can you do that huh? Are you stroking that cock of yours?"

"Uhuh." He says. 

The man behind me whispers into my ear, "humiliate him."

"Are you stroking that small cock of yours? Huh? You're fucking pathetic you know that? You want to cum, don't you? You think I will let you cum huh? You better beg me." I'm amazed at his reaction, I thought I might have pushed it too far but all he says is: "Please, please." And so I go even further. "On one condition, that you cum into your own hand and then lick it clean afterwards." I hear a gasp at the other end of the line but he still says yes. I think all of this has actually turned him on because he cums immediately into his own hand. By now I want to humiliate him and so I push on: "Eat it you fuck, eat your own fucking cum" Meanwhile His fingers are still working my clit and as I listen to my husband eating his own seed I cum again. By now I'm moaning loudly and to avoid raising suspicion I hang up the phone at once. 

"You get turned on humiliating your husband like that?" I nod, how could I possibly deny it at this point? Roughly he turns me towards him.

"Answer me, you fucking whore."

"Y..yes." I stammer.

Suddenly he slaps my face hard.

"Answer me properly slut."

"Yes Sir."

He seems content, but he isn't done questioning me.

"You ever did anything like that?"

"No Sir."

"Ever wanted to?"

"Yes Sir."

"Have you ever sucked his cock?"

"Yes Sir."

"Has he ever fucked your ass?"

"No Sir, never"

"Do you have any kids?"

"Yes Sir, a daughter"

"How old is she?"

"Nineteen Sir."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty five Sir, I had her when I was sixteen."

"Is she your husband's?"

"Yes Sir."

"Is that why you married him?"

I never confessed that to anyone. "Yes Sir."

"Do you love him?"

"Yes Sir."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes Sir."

"Do you think it matters what you want?"

I hesitate a while, "No Sir."

"Smart girl. What's your secretary's name?"

"Jackie, Sir."

"She's gorgeous isn't she?"

"Yes Sir."

"How old is she?"

"Twenty two Sir."

"Okay now listen to me, I want you to masturbate while I introduce myself to her, okay?"

"Yes Sir."

Immediately I reach down towards my still exposed cunt, aching for relieve. When he reaches the door I'm already halfway towards another orgasm when he stops and turns to me.

"Don't you dare cum, you hear me.?"

I let out a moan of despair, but I wouldn't dare to disobey him.

Ten minutes later he comes back, my secretary follows him, she keeps her eyes down. I immediately try to cover myself.

"Don't," he says and somehow I can't stop myself from masturbating. He walks behind the blonde girl and to my surprise slips his hand into her skirt and starts fingering her the way he did to me only minutes ago. He whispers into her ear but I can't make out what he's saying. She momentarily looks up at me, but then casts her eyes back on the floor. He's still talking into her. Suddenly he steps away from her and simply says: "Strip"

Again she momentarily looks up at me , before starting to unbutton her blouse.

"Don't be shy, can't you see she's fingering herself?" he says. I flush red but she just keeps going and pretty soon the blouse slips from her shoulders. After that she removes her skirt, she seems embarrassed by standing in her lingerie in front of her boss. She unclasps her bra and finally pushes her panties down and steps out of them. She's completely naked now and her face is a bright red. While I admire her body my fingers are feverishly working my clit. 

He walks towards her and unzips his pants and for the first time I see his cock, it´s definitely a lot bigger than my husband´s and I can´t seem to keep my eyes from it. He walks up to the girl, things are moving fast now, in one quick motion he spreads her legs and penetrates her with one single trust. Her gasp fills the room and she locks her calves around his waist and clinches onto him with her arms. His hand move under her ass and he starts to fuck her fast and hard. I´ve never seen anything like this and can´t remember the last time I was this turned on. I´m on the brink of orgasm but I don´t allow myself to cum. The wet noise of their fucking seems incredibly loud and there are no other sounds to be heard. She has her head thrown back while he´s kissing her neck. I think she´s having an orgasm but I´m not sure. All of a sudden he starts to grunt and rams his dick into her one last time before pulling out. 

I can see his cum still coating the top of his cock and I lick my lips. He finally walks towards me and grabs the back of my neck. 

"Clean her bitch."

I hesitantly take a step towards her but he pushes me down to the floor.

"On your knees, crawl you fucking whore."

And I do, I feel debased but I'm lost in this sexual haze. I crawl towards my secretary. When I arrive at her feet I look up, she looks down upon me, more confident now and I am the one lowering my eyes this time, until they reach her shaven cunt.

"Clean it." I hear him say from across the room. And I grab her ass with my hands and bury my face in her pussy. I can actually smell His cum. For the first time in my life I push my tong into another woman's cunt, immediately the taste of sperm hits me and it drives me wild, seeking for more. Her hands are on the back of my head urging me on. Five minutes later she starts to moan and I open my eyes and look at her face, but she throws her head back and suddenly her cum gushes into my mouth, I want to pull away but she keeps me in place and forces me to swallow it all. When she's done he's come up behind me and his hand are working my clit again and I want to cum. 

"Beg her," he says. 

Tears are welling up in my eyes, but I humiliate myself even further.

"Please, oh God please let me cum, mistress please let this little slut cum for you."

She smiles a little and moves her face towards mine.

"Open your mouth little whore."

And I do, as wide as I can. A long glob of spit slowly falls into my mouth and after that she spits into my face fast. "Go ahead bitch, if you can't resist.'

With that I cum, my face is beet red and I am screaming loud. She pushes me onto my back on the floor and I'm convulsing on the ground. I feel utterly humiliated at my display.

He crouches next to me and sticks his deflated cock into my mouth, I taste a few more drops of his precious cum. 

"You like to suck on that?"

"Yes Sir."

"Well, you see Jackie over there, she's just become a mother, you know that?"

"Yes Sir."

"She's still breastfeeding her child, but I think you want to suck on those milky tits as well, don't you?"

Slowly I nod my head.

"Yes Sir."

"Jackie come over here." It seemed he didn't just control me because Jackie also obeyed immediately. "Bend forward a little, so she can reach those nipples while kneeling before you."

Sure enough the young girl complied instantly. Her tits were now dangling in front of my face. I never had fantasies about sex with other woman, but since I had already stuck my tong inside her pussy, sucking her tits was a small step. He squatted next to me and took a handful of my hair. He growled into my ear.

"Do it cunt."

Somehow that was all the encouragement I needed, I reached for her breasts but he slapped my hands away.

"Hands on your back." 

By now I didn't think for myself anymore, he decided what I did. I clasped my hands together behind my back. And lifted my chin towards my secretary. His hand guided me to one of her nipples and I sucked, hard. Immediately the milky fluid filled my mouth. 

"Think about what I'm making you do."

I whimpered a little, feeling embarrassed about what I was doing. Still I kept sucking on her hard nipple. She started patting my head as you would a child.

"Good girl."

That was it, I started to cry, it was all just so humiliating. Why couldn't I stop myself? As if he read my mind he said I needed the humiliation.

I kept sobbing while I sucked her tits, he made me suck on the other one as well, directing my head back and forth, from nipple to nipple. I got so tired from swallowing that eventually most of it just dribbled down my chin. Finally he let go of my head and I pulled back. 

"Did you enjoy that?"

"No Sir."

"Liar." He roughly pushed his hand between my legs and stuck two fingers inside of me. He pulled them out and held them in front of my face. They were soaking wet.

"I'd say you enjoyed that very much."

Then he smeared them clean across my face before slapping me. How could I possibly get turned on by all of this? 

He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Perhaps I'll call you sometime." He said before leaving me on the floor of my office, next to my naked secretary, with the taste of her milk inside my mouth. The moment he left she seemed embarrassed about all of this and wanted to get dressed. I wasn't going to stop her, I wanted to erase what had happened and I think she did as well. We never speak about what happened, nor do we speak about not speaking. We simply go on like it never happened. 

When I came home that day, my husband was waiting eagerly for me. I felt guilty and wanted to tell him, but I couldn't bring myself to it. Besides, he seemed to willing to have sex for me, that it was hard to switch to a serious conversation. I let him fuck me that night, I never really enjoy sex with him, but I seemed to get a rush out of the idea that he might be able to taste another man's' cum from my lips. When he was about to cum I made him stop, with his dick still buried within me, I asked him if he enjoyed eating his cum. He nodded yes and I could feel his cock jerk inside me. At that point I didn't want him to cum inside of me, I just felt like he had no right. 

After that I tied him down to the bed. His cock was rock hard, pointing towards the ceiling. I made him beg to orgasm, and the more he did the more I hated him, he reminded me of my behavior earlier and I wanted to erase it. Eventually I jerked him off, milking him as a cow, it all seemed so pathetic. He came across his chest and belly. I rubbed my hand through the cum and brought it to his mouth. The white sperm glistening between my fingers. I told him to clean it, and he eagerly opened his mouth as I pushed my fingers inside. I kept feeding him his cum with my hand until there was barely any left. That was when I licked his chest and belly with my tong, collecting the rest and afterwards forced his mouth open. I spat the remaining cum into his mouth, down his throat. After he had swallowed, I slapped his face, and called him a fucking worm. I went to sleep and left him tied up, with the taste of his cum in his mouth. 



Him



His rage was seductive. The way he looked at me scared me but still it drove me wild. He was going to force me to do it weather I wanted it or not. I went in for a kiss. It was a mistake. He looked so angry, but he grabbed the rim of my shirt and pulled me into him. I knew he wanted me as bad as I wanted him but he wasn't going to admit it. He shaved off all of his hair the day before. I knew something was up but he would tell me anything. By the time I grasped what was happening I woke up in this room. 

I rubbed his head hoping to get some sympathy but that was another failed attempt. He drove his hands under my shirt and choked me. I was sitting on his lap with my arms around his shoulders and my hands grasping his jaw. He continued to choke me until my hands got weak and I fell into him. I woke with him rubbing my cheek and as soon as I looked into his eyes his tenderness turned to the rage it was seconds before I passes out. I wasn't supposed to see him caring for me but I did and that pissed him off. 

He ripped off my pants with an extreme amount of force. It tore some of the skin round the waist near my spine. It went unnoticed. He ripped of the rest of my clothes and unbuttoned his pants. He spit on his hands and rubbed my hole til he could stick a finger into me. I cringed. He took that as a sign that it would hurt me. He got up on his knees, pulled my face to his cock and smacked me repeatedly with it. It was thick and looked about nine inches. He got a good grip of the hair on top of my head and used it to pull my mouth along his cock. His eyes didn't wander, not even for a second. 

Our eyes were locked as he fucked my throat. I was gagging for a while. Soon his cock was easy to throat but he didn't let that last for long. He pushed me back down and got back between my legs. Before I knew it he was balls deep and pounding me masochistically. I couldn't stop tears from running down my face. He was hurting me but I knew that there was something inside of him that was being suppressed. It was his compassion, it was his adoration, it was the thing that I saw that no one would see, but me. The was a mirror on the ceiling and I could see the marks I was leaving on his back. We were in a cabin his parents left him and he wouldn't let me leave. Even if I tried to I would have no idea where to go. 

He put his hands on my sides. His grip was tight and I could feel his nails penetrating my skin. He sat back and pulled me back onto his lap. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders again and held him tight. It still didn't make him stop and at this point I wasn't going to try anymore. He pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. He pulled my hips into the air and took hold of my hair again. I reached between my legs and felt my cock leaking. He made me cum. I was in shock and he kept fucking me. I was shocked he could go so long and not take a second to breathe. He pulled me up to him and wrapped his arms around my torso and he started to slow down a bit. He was going to cum in me. I looked down at his arms and they were wet and the muscles looked worked. I suddenly felt his cum inside of me. It felt amazing. I lifted my head and we both fell back. He pushed me off of him, then got between my legs again and began choking me. "Please" I begged him. Things started to go dim and before I knew it I was dreaming. 

He was smiling at me. "I'm sorry" he said. I was laying on the ground in the forest. He pulled me up by my neck and kissed me. I closed my eyes and as soon as they opened he was gone. I woke up with the sheets on. He turned on a lamp and I could hear a t.v. on. I was too scared to go and see where he was and I went back to sleep.



Him



As I lay here, I can't help but think of him. My mind always wanders in his direction. I think of his sweet smile, those mischievous eyes, and the way he looks at me like I'm the only person in the room that matters. I long for his touch. I lay back and a fantasy of us begins to flit across my mind...

We are driving together on our way home from dinner with friends. I can tell by his silence he is plotting something as we proceed on our way to the house. I made a smart-assed comment during dinner to him which I knew was going to get me in to trouble. My pussy begins to get moist wondering what terribly wonderful things he has in store for me. 

By the time we arrive to the house, my legs are nearly cramping from squeezing my legs together attempting to relieve the heat between them. Before I begin to reach for the door, he places his hand on mine, leans in, and kisses me sweetly. In a calm, but stern voice he tells me to go in to the house and prepare myself for him. Then, I am to present myself to him in the play room. As he is telling me this, he slowly slides his hand in to my hair and collects a handful. He squeezes, pulling my hair and whispers, "And don't worry, I didn't forget about what happened at dinner." My face becomes flush as he releases my hair and kisses me on the cheek. 

I walk in the house heading straight for the bathroom. I am quickly undressed and in the water; breathing in the steam and letting the heat cleanse my skin. I shave my body leaving only a small, soft patch of fur above my clitoris. I rinse off enjoying the last moments of warmth before my skin is exposed to the cool evening air. Thinking only of servicing him, I lotion my skin, brush my hair, and make sure all of my makeup from the evening is gone. I want to be completely exposed to him.

Naked, I walk from the bathroom through the house and to the room that is usually kept locked. He is there, sitting in his favorite chair, waiting for my arrival. Without hesitation, I walk to him and sit on my knees in front of him. I hold my head high and look at my Sir as his eyes inspect my body. He always smiles at this part. He looks upon me as if critiquing a work of the renaissance era; examining every scar and curve as if he is trying to commit every bit to memory. I attempted to dry my cunt of its juices as I was toweling off, but I could begin to feel my wetness collecting on my labia. In that moment I would have done anything he requested, and he knew it.

He stands up and steps forward which places his zipper right in front of my eyes. He runs his hand through my hair and looks down upon me. I begin to reach for his zipper, and he allows me to fasten his pants, reach in and pull out his semi-hard member. I always love getting to it at this stage. I want to feel it grow in my mouth. I part my lips and lick the tip gently. Pre-cum has gathered there and deposits on my tongue as I run it along the slit. I close my lips around the head savoring the taste of him in my mouth.

Wrapping my hand around the base, I gently guide in as much of him as I can fit. I close my lips around the shaft and gently begin to suck as my tongue runs up and down the length of him. He begins to grow soon leaving the tip at the back of my throat constricting my airflow. I hold him there until my lungs begin to scream for air and my gag reflex begins to protest his intrusion. I remove his now hard and glistening cock from my mouth and grasp for breath as my hand continues to please him. Only a short break is taken before I have him inside of my mouth. Once again he invades my throat leaving me gagging and gasping. 

He begins to gently rock his hips back and forth while holding my head steady with my hair. He encourages me to take him as deeply as I can, like a good girl. He tells me that I have an amazing mouth, but should be more careful about what comes out of it. I know at that moment what my punishment will be and I begin to dread it. He continues to use my mouth to his pleasure and with each thrust I am surer he will force me to swallow his load. I have always had an aversion to swallowing. It makes me gag and turns my stomach. The thought of being forced to do it has always turned me on, however. My pussy becomes even wetter as he gets closer to using my mouth as his receptacle, but I dread it all the same. 

Soon he is no longer being gentle, fucking my face while holding my hair for support. He groans and fucks until I feel him pull most of his dick out of my mouth leaving in only the head. He begins to stroke its length as it swells in preparation of an orgasm. "Do not swallow yet, girl. I want you to savor my cum." I feel his cock pulse as his load begins to spray in to my mouth. He finishes inside my mouth and I can feel his cum on my tongue. Normally, he lets me take it in the back of my throat so I am not forced to taste it as much, but this time he wants to watch me suffer. I hold it in my mouth until he gives me the order to swallow. I gag, but swallow every drop before he releases my hair and allows me to catch my breath. 

I regain composure and look up at him while wiping off the tears running down my cheeks. He smiles at me, petting my hair and praising me for doing a good job. "You are not done yet, girl," he says grabbing a fist full of my hair and gently pulling me on all fours. He leads me to the St. Andrew's cross and instructs me to stand facing the wall. I can feel him moving behind me as I wait for what's next. My stomach turns slightly as it does every time I find myself in trouble. I hate it when he isn't happy with me. I breathe deep in preparation for what is to come. He uses thick leather cuffs to secure my arms to the cross and places a blindfold over my eyes. 

My skin begins to feel electric as all of my senses are heightened. I hear him lift a tool off of the rack on the wall and race myself for the impending sensations. Suddenly, I feel a shock as the leather strap meets my skin. I let out a high pitched yelp and pull at the bindings as I attempt to catch my breath. Before I am able to recover another assault lands the strap across my ass. My eyes fill with tears. Three more swings and the strap meets my ass and thighs leaving red welts across my skin. He leans in close to my ear, grabs a handful of hair and whispers, "Now, girl, we will be much more careful as to what we say, won't we." 

"Yes, Sir." I reply breathlessly.

"Good girl," he pulls my head back and brings his lips to mine, kissing me passionately. "Now, your punishment is over, but I am still not done with you. Back in position, babygirl." I happily comply because I know the fun part was finally beginning. I hear him moving behind me and change weapons. The first strike is a bit mild, but still more painful than normal because my nerves are already exposed. I know he is testing where I am and gauging my reaction before he moves forward. My Sir begins to rhythmically attack my cheeks and thighs with the soft leather flogger. The sensation is mild and enjoyable. I push my ass out from the cross a bit more to increase his ease of access, then wiggle it a touch just to tease him. 

He changes again, but this time to a bit stiffer flogger with a stiffer fall. These swings are much more sting than the last and more painful, but also more enjoyable. I remember to breathe deep as my endorphins begin to flow and my head begins to get light. A few minutes later he switches to a cane, then a crop, then a leather paddle, each toy increasing in intensity. Finally, there is only one toys left, my least favorite, the wooden paddle. I know it is coming, it always does, but that doesn't lessen my dread. He loves to push me to my limits, and this is his favorite way.

Without warning, the wood connects with my skin and instantly, tears fill my eyes. A yelp escapes my mouth and the air in my lungs follows. Another connection and I clench my fists attempting to keep some semblance of composure. A third one lands which is followed by another scream and more tears. His hands gently touch my hips as he praises my performance. I have please him which makes me smile. His fingers gently caress my reddened backside tickling me like crazy. I squirm and squeal and the softest touch drives me mad. He then removes my hands from the cuffs and holds me for a minute kissing me and wiping my eyes.

He directs me to the bed for a reward to which I happily comply. I lay on my back on the wooden four post bed, hands above my head and legs spread. He moves to my hands and fastens them above me, one on each post. He then directs me to bend my knees, but keep my feet on the bed, which spreads my legs wide. He fastens my ankles to the same points as my hands, so my legs are open and spread. I am completely exposed to him. He blindfolds me. I hear him moving around me, but have no idea where he is or what he's doing. Then, his fingers gently caress my lower lips feeling my wetness. I have been practically dripping since I left the shower and there is no area within the crease that isn't moist. 

He slips a finger inside of me while using his thumb to gently rub my clitoris. I gasp in pleasure as he gently curls his fingers teasing my g-spot. I feel him lean down and kiss my lower lips and inner thighs. He removes his thumb and replaces it with his warm mouth. I lift my hips a bit to encourage more and he obliges by increasing pleasure on my clit and pressure on my s-spot. It doesn't take long before I am breathing heavily and he knows my orgasm is building. He stops pleasuring me and slaps my pussy a few times. I wince and squeal more from frustration than pain. He reaches up and begins to play with my nipples, building my frustration with no way to release. I am begging for him to lick my pussy again. He looks down on me with a smile, then he wraps his arms around my thighs and buries his face in my box. His lips seal around my clit, suckling, kissing, and licking it at the same time. My orgasm begins to build once again, centered on my clitoris and I begin to ask for permission to cum.

He denies me permission and slaps my pussy a few more times. "That's not how I want you to cum, baby girl." I nod in agreement, but I am still attempting to recover from my near orgasm. I wish I could close my legs and release some of the pressure building between them. As soon as I begin to catch my breath, I feel his fingers enter me once again, but his mouth does not return. This time, he more aggressively manipulates my g-spot. He presses in and flicks his fingers over it back and forth. I am immediately responding with squeals and even screams of delight as I feel my cunt preparing to squirt. I get the sensation of needing to stop and relieve myself and know it will happen soon after this feeling passes. I begin to beg for release. "Please, Sir, may I cum? Please?" I am nearly screaming as he quickens his fingers to an almost unbearable pace. 

""Now!" is his only response and in that same moment my pussy begins to release its juices. I cum hard as my pussy squirts all over his hand. He slows, but does not remove his fingers from inside of me. Instead, he continues to gently play with my recovering cunt encouraging it to begin the process of building all over again. "Have you ever been made to squirt while your ass was filed?" He asks. I shake my head knowing what he has in mind. "Wonderful! Something new to try!"

He removes the blindfold from my eyes. He then walks to the restraint point and pulls my legs back a bit further. Now, my entire bottom is exposed. He has easier access to all of my holes. While he is near my head, he kisses me sweetly while resting his hand on my throat. I lift my neck a bit inviting his control. With my ass up high he takes the opportunity to get a few swats in on it. He then swats my pussy and inner thighs. A smile comes across his face as he spanks me and admires his handy work. Sir walks over to the toy chest and removes a few items. I can't tell which and he lays them out of my sight, so I am unaware of what he is plotting. 

I feel a cold drop land on my slit and run down to my ass. A few more follow and then I feel his finger massaging the entrance to my back door. As he massages, he gently presses his digit in to my ass coaxing it open for him. His first knuckle enters, then his second. He pulls it out a bit, only to repeat the process. I attempt to relax knowing it is only going to get bigger from here. It is uncomfortable at first, but the discomfort will give way to pleasure soon. After a few moments, he removes his finger and I feel something cold press against my tight little hole. He moves his other hand up to tease my clitoris while the cold, smooth tool gently invades my ass bit by bit. I know from the temperature, it is one of my glass toys.

As it slowly enters me I am able to determine it is one of my pink glass toys that I frequently used for anal play. I relax my ass a bit more knowing how wide my ass is going to need to expand to accept the toy. Gently, he slides it in and out of my rear. It gets looser with every thrust. An orgasm begins to build when he stops teasing my clit and begins to focus on opening my ass. He slides the toy in an out pushing a bit more in to me each time. Soon there is no more pain, only pleasure. 

Sir slides his fingers in to me reactivating my g-spot. He presses in to it and begins to manipulate it. He matches the pace of his fingers with the dildo in my ass. I have never been stimulated in this way before, and it takes a little adjusting to get used to. My g-spot and ass are both being invaded and the combinations of sensations helps to build another orgasm quickly. I begin to beg, but before he can respond, my cunt begins to squirt once again as my ass pushes against the toy inside of it. My hips buck as the last waves of my orgasm drive through me. I know I am in trouble for cumming before I could be given permission, so I start to apologize as soon as I have my breath. 

He smiles and says nothing as he moves to adjust my bondage. Sir orders me on my stomach and places a pillow under my tummy. "Well, I was going to fuck your cunt and let you take my load inside of you, but since you can't control your orgasms while your ass is being fucked, you're going to practice. Ass up, girl."

I comply with his commands and am soon bound on all fours with a pillow under my stomach and my ass totally exposed. I manage to retain the toy in my ass through the adjustments, but begin to feel it slip from me and then land on the bed under me. My hole is open and completely exposed to him. He wastes no time lubing up his member and sliding it in to the space once filled by the dildo. I gasp as Sir enters me. He slowly fucks my hole at first allowing me to adjust to his size and length. 

This does not last long, however, as he increased speed and depth with every thrust. Before long, he is pounding my ass as If it were a cunt. I am unable to stimulate my clit because my hands are bound, but this does not stop an orgasm from building. Soon, I begin asking for permission to cum, which I am denied. I attempt to refrain as it continues to build. He quickens his pace and I can tell he is getting close to cumming. I scream from his pounding and beg for release. "Cum now," he growls as his presses his cock deep in to my ass and I feel him shoot his load in to me. I am very happy to receive it. I love the feeling of cumming while being filled by him. Sir continues to press himself in to me as his member becomes flaccid once again. We lie next to each other and allow him to slip out of me. I collapse on the bed and enjoy a moment of pure pleasure. I am bound, used, and filled by him and I couldn't think of any place I'd rather be.



Him



*Caution* Drug use.

I look over and see him, he comes my way smiling like he always does when he sees me. He believes me to be a friend no more, It might shock him to know that I am not his friend, no, Not even companion, I am a hunter and for now, he is my prey.

He is the sort I often choose simply because they would not choose me, I do not measure up, I offend visually, and perhaps morally being so much older than the likes of him. With his easy smile and laughing eyes he comes to my side thinking himself safe and untouchable by the lowly likes of me, oh yes, he believes that I crave what I cannot have, but he is wrong. I will have what I want.

Reaching out he takes hold of my drink in a proprietary manner, after all that is what friends do, right? Silly boy, does he know I haven't taken a single drink? I would guess not watching him smiling and laughing taking sip after sip of what he never asked for.

I offer to drive him home, he's feeling dizzy and is afraid that getting behind the wheel of his car might not be a good idea. I tell him, It must be that bug that's going around, Just settle right here in my car, and before you know it you'll be safe in bed.

By the time we get to my house, he can barely hold his head up, walking in a drugged daze muttering small snatches of songs and giggling at the idea of being in my car, but after all, We are friends aren't we? 

Up to my room a large bed with black iron framework, no canopy, but simple black tulle wrapped and draped over the bare metal frame. Black sheets and covers. A simple bed in a simple room with deep blue walls and stars on the cream ceiling. As we enter he starts. "Where am I?" he asks, the simple question of a child though he is not. 

"In the bedroom, you are too dizzy to go home, you may sleep here tonight. He accepts my answer with the faith and naiveté of the youth he is. Fighting the laughter that tries to well up from deep inside, I pat his hand and helping him with his boots, cover him, kissing his cheek chastely as a friend would do.

Just before dawn I go back to the room, to find that he has stirred in the night, rising to remove all but his trousers and socks. It is just as well, he won't be needing clothing soon enough. Reaching between the mattress and box springs, I pull out the padded leather shackles, and slowly, quietly I place them on his ankles first, then wrists smiling at the fact that he barely moves in response to my actions. I take a seat and open my book, ready to wait for the next move in my little game.

He wakes with a start, suddenly gasping as his sleep addled mind tries to take in what is happening to him. "What are you doing?" He asks me pulling at the bonds that hold him tightly. 

"Whatever do you mean dear?" I reply putting my book down and moving towards him.

"Where am I?" He questions, still unable to see his predicament. 

"You are in my care." I answer simply. 

"Why have you done this to me?" He tries again to free himself without success.

"Because it is what I do." I watch as he shakes his head as though to free it of cobwebs. 

"Why me?" He begs, still not understanding.

"Why not?" I look at his form watching him blush under my gaze. 

"I'm not interested." He states, finally grasping my plan. 

"I don't care." I counter as I move closer to him, smiling as he helplessly squirms away from my gentle touch. 

"I don't like you in that way." He gasps as my hand touches his bare chest. 

"I know." Is my only comment as I reach into the bedside table and pull out a large knife. 

"What are you doing?" He screams as he sees the knife emerge from its heavy leather sheath. "Why? I thought you weren't interested?" Is my remark as I move the Blade smoothly down his chest. "Please, Don't kill me! Please!" I smile at the look of fear in his eyes. "I had no thought to kill you dear, just perhaps educate you." I watch him panting as the weapon slides under the waistband of his jeans. "Please NO!" he begs as the knife comes close to that which he holds most dear. "Hold still, I would hate to take off any more than was removed when you were tiny." I pull the blade up and grin as the pants begin to cut like warm butter. He holds still though his breathing is ragged and I can hear his young heart beating loudly in the otherwise silent room.

Once the pants are gone, and the socks as well, I step back smiling at my handiwork. "No underwear, why am I not surprised?" I comment as the morning light dances across his nubile flesh. "I don't know what you think you are going to accomplish, I am not doing anything with you." His eyes flash with anger that is strangely at odds with his present position. "No dear boy, You aren't going to do anything with me at all, other than entertain me." With that I leave the room and him shocked into silence by all that has happened.

A few minutes later, I return with a urinal in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Setting the glass down on the bedside I say, "Here, You must be ready to burst." I say as I reach down to his youthful phallus, obviously awake and needing it's morning release. As I reach down, he shrinks away from my touch, blushing. I pull back. "If you'd rather, I could just leave you like this, but I assure you, it will be some time before you are free to release yourself, this could get very uncomfortable." I walk back to my chair and once again open my book reading silently.

After a minute or two, I hear him softly say, "Please, I really have to go." Rising I move to the bed and take him in my hand allowing him to fill the urinal smiling as he sighs. Once done, I leave the room and come back empty handed. I sit once more on my chair and stare at him lying naked and fully exposed on my bed, tied and helpless.

"I'm really not interested." He mutters still trying to escape my bonds. "I know, You've made yourself perfectly clear, I am far too old and fat for the likes of you."

"It's not like that," He begins "NO!" I cut his words off. 

"It is like that, do you think I am stupid? I am old and yes even fat, my hair has gone to silver, but I am far from stupid. I know you, I know your kind. " I continue my monologue rising from my chair and pacing the room, throwing my words at him like daggers. 

"You would not even give me a chance, just like the others, but just like the others, you will learn." With that I move to the bed and capture his mouth in a punishing kiss, my tongue harshly demanding entrance between his youthful lips. He tries to pull away spitting at the thought of my aged form near his young perfect one. Pulling back I look at him and then down to the stirrings that the flesh cannot deny. My laughter is cold and harsh as I watch him blush in the shame of reacting to something so foul as me. "Your flesh is weak little one, he does not care overmuch for looks does he?" I mock as his phallus jerks and begins to shrivel as though in shame. 

"Stop this!" He demands. Once again I laugh at his folly. "You are in no position to make demands of me little one. But I will forgive it. This time." I reach out quickly and grasp his left nipple smiling as he gasps at the sudden pain. "Mmmm, No one pays any attention to you do they?" I speak only to his chest. "Well that will soon be remedied." Reaching into the table I pull 2 small clamps out and hold them before his wide eyed stare. "No!" He screams out pulling hard on the bonds that hold him tight in my grasp. "No? You say No to me? Again? I think not little man." My hand strays back to the drawer and pull out a small ball gag. Grasping his head I force the red ball past his perfect white straight teeth, and fasten the gag behind his head at the same time pulling the rubber band out of his long hair.

His eyes are filled with a combination of fear and anger as I move towards his chest with the first clamp. Bending down and letting my long hair tickle his chest I lick and suck his right nipple until it stands before me a tight little peak of skin. With one hand I open the clamp and hold it over his erect nipple catching his terror filled eyes in my own. Waiting a few breathes more I suddenly close the clamp on his tender flesh. He bucks away from the pain and gasps around the gag, trying hard to scream and failing. I walk back to my chair and once again sit, silently watching him writhe on my bed.

After a time I return to his side and smiling bend down to treat his left nipple to the gentle caress of my mouth only to trap it like it's twin in the harsh metal of the clamp. He bucks again, though not as hard and not as feverishly, as though giving up to the obvious control I have over him. His nipples caught, I step back from him to gaze upon my handiwork. His young phallus shriveled as though in fear of similar treatment, I laugh a giddy laugh of the hunter cornering its prey. "What is the matter dear? I thought you liked to play with women? I thought that they were just a game for you? The bigger the bitch the more you like to play? Isn't that right? Well, I am the Bitch, and I play back." I reach out and unsnap the gag, wanting to hear him beg and lie and tell me he wouldn't respond.

"You can't make me." He gasped as he worked out the kink in his jaw. "Oh can't I?" I respond by flicking the clamp on his left nipple with my fingertip. His eyes roll back as he tries to curl away from the sensation coursing through him. I look down and smile as I see his manhood begin to swell. "NO!" He yells, still believing that somehow he is in control. "No?" I say softly and reach out once more, this time to slowly twist the clamp on his right nipple. The sound he makes is not one of pain, and I watch as his cock swells more without even being touched. "You have always liked being in control haven't you?" I question as my hand slowly wanders his chest gently moving the clamps and smiling down at him as he softly moans under my touch.

"You have to be the Man? Right? That's how it works isn't it?" My hand moves up to the back of his neck playing with the short hairs hidden under his long mane, He moans louder as I run my fingernails up and down the shorn hair. "Your young pretty things all beg for what you alone can give them don't they?" I say bending down and once again pressing my lips to his. One hand on his chest I twist the right clamp and move my tongue between his lips as he gasps in pain/pleasure. Once in, my tongue traces lazy patterns along the roof of his mouth as I torment first one then the other nipple. He bucks under my treatment though this time not in fear or pain.

I pull away and smile at him as I look down towards his gift to women. "It seems as though I can." I say walking away and leaving him twitching in the breeze.

He turns his head away as far as it will go without pulling overmuch on the bonds, and when he turns back the fear and anger are gone from his eyes, replaced with longing. "Please?" was the only thing he said. "Please what?" I reply. "Please give you what you refused me? Why should I? I have done what I set out to do." Once again he pulls at the bonds, gasping at the sensation of the clamps moving on his hard flat chest. "Please? Please? I'm sorry." He begs trying to find the right combination of words to encourage me.

Knowing myself to be at a crossroads, I ponder. Looking to his body lying on the bed, bound clamped, and fully erect begging for the sensation young men so often feel they need.

Ignoring his pleading gaze I move back to my chair sitting with my book open.

Minutes pass, His words wander between begging and demanding, Still I wait.

I rise from my chair and walk to his side, reaching down; I lift the glass of water and hold his head up that he might drink. "I am not as cruel as you are, you know that don't you?" I say as he drains the glass. "I don't lead people on, I don't lie to them, I don't feign interest or desire, only to toss them aside once caught. I will not leave you unfulfilled I promise." With that I bend to kiss him once more his mouth open and willing for my touch. My hands reach down to first his chest and the metal therein and then on to that most prized of treats, his phallus. It twitches and strains at my hand as though trying to pump and release itself of it's own accord.

"But, I will only continue if you are willing, if not, I will let you go, and even drive you to the authorities if you'd like." I step back awaiting his response.

His eyes look at me, desire welling from deep within those blue depths. "I'm so sorry, really, I didn't know. I've been so thoughtless, please forgive me?" The words fall easily from his pouting lips as I stand watching him. "Words are petty things." I remark. "So easily molded into interesting shapes and meanings. I find it hard to believe you. Are you asking me not to untie you? Are you saying you desire an old crone like myself? Or are you simply trying to get off?"

Tears well up in those perfect azure eyes as he began to speak softly. "No one has ever made me feel like this before, I had no idea, Please, don't untie me, I want, NO I need you and your touch."

Knowing that once again I had won, I bent to kiss him, his tongue meeting mine as our mouth's touch, his chest heaving with the strain of trying to reach for me, to remove the thin nightgown from my imperfect unyouthful body.

I pull back from his mouth and look upon him in his glory. Reaching down, I take his cock in my callused, work-hardened hand feeling him twitch and beg. I pull him to full erection smiling down at the taut flesh. 

Once again I reach into the drawer of the bedside table and pull out 2 objects, the first a small jar, and the second, a string of 'beads'. Working quickly and efficiently. I open the jar taking out a small amount of lube with my finger and placing it at the puckered opening beneath his ball sack. He gasps and begins to softly beg, but realizing once again his complete helplessness he becomes silent.

Slowly I press the finger to the opening and then beyond it, he contracts about my fingertip, breathing hard at the heretofore-unknown sensation. In and out I pump slowly, carefully, watching the look upon his face change from pain to divine pleasure. Taking the first 'bead' in my hand I remove my finger and press it to the now well-lubed opening. The bead being slightly larger around than my finger meets the opening with some resistance, so taking my free hand I stroke his chest causing the clamps to dance and him to moan, allowing the bead to pass within. 

I repeat the process until all 6 beads are deep within him and his cock is dripping with pre-cum. His breathing is shallow and he mutters small words of begging under my touch.

I step back to view my creation. Like Adonis he glistens in the late morning light, a golden god in his glory. Once more I say to him. "I can stop, I will not proceed if you do not desire it." The fear returns to his eyes in full force. "NO!" He screams out his taut muscles straining at the bonds. "Please no, Please I need..... You." Once that was said his body relaxes in complete submission, save for that part reaching towards the heavens.

"Really?" I reply. "You would want this old pussy wrapped around such a youthful cock?"

"Yes, Yes, Yes." He begs, the words becoming a mantra. "Well then, never let it be said I disappointed a young man." I climb onto the bed and straddle his lithe form with my own heavy one and slowly lower myself to the tip of his twitching cock. "Are you sure?" I ask teasing him with the warm opening of my sex. "Yes, Yes please, don't stop, Please?" His words become whimpers as I shift allowing his head to press deeper within my folds. 

With agonizing patience, I drop upon his turgid member smiling as it fills and stretches me. 

Once fully engulfed his cock twitches, but I reach down and stroke his beautiful face so suffused with pleasure. "Now." I say, "We're just getting going." I take his face and kiss him; his tongue thrusting into my mouth as thought to fuck it like his cock would fuck my pussy. I lean back away from his mouth and take first one then the other clamp from his nipples rubbing them gently and cooing to him as the pain of restored bloodflow grips him.

As the color returns to the now very tender nips, I begin to tighten down upon his now slightly flaccid cock. With a sharp intake of air he once again jumps to fullness within me. I rock a bit on him, keeping most of my considerable weight off of his nubile body. I concentrate and he gasps as my pussy rhythmically strokes his cock without either of us moving an inch. My hands touch him and my eyes look upon him, seeing the lust plain on his face, he begins to thrust slowly up into my tight folds, and then when I do not stop him, faster with the strain of the bonds pulling at him.

I rise and lower myself matching his stunted rhythm as he pulls at the padded leather that binds him. I watch and listen to his breathing and slow myself to savor the moment. I feel him begin to tighten up beneath me, ready to shoot his youthful load deep within my ancient cave.

Reaching beneath myself with a grace and agility that would surprise those of less girth and age, I grasp the ring at the end of the string of beads. He stiffens and I feel the tight opening pucker in trepidation. 

He begins to moan and call out my name, as he is pulled closer to the inevitable end of the moment. As I feel him twitch and shoot I slowly pull the beads out of his tight hole watching his face writhe in surprise and pleasure as his orgasm is renewed and intensified. Once spent I reach over and unbuckle first one then the other wrist lying limp on the bed as he pants, moaning my name over and over again. As I moved to rise from his now limp cock, I am surprised by his hands reaching weakly up to touch my face.

"Thank you. Oh Thank you." He says pulling me towards him, and kissing me with passion.

I pull away from his touch and unbuckle his ankles setting him free. I walk out of the room silently and go to clean and dress myself.

A few minutes later, having found the clean pants I had laid out. He comes out of the bathroom slowly almost shyly looking at me sitting at the kitchen table.

"How can I ever thank you enough?" He asks pleading. "Simple, Stop playing with people like they are toys." I respond. "Yes of course, but what about us?" He begs. "What about us?" I say. "What do you mean, Us? I told you before, I am not looking for a relationship, I just wanted to fuck, and having done that, I am done." Rising from the table I go to my purse and pull out my car keys. "Now I promised to drive you home, and that is just what I intend to do." Gently pushing him out the door and to my car, he begins to sputter. "But how can you say that? I mean that was so incredible, everything else would pale to that and you."

"Well be that as it may, I've had what I wanted. Thank you." He falls silent in the car and the trip to his house is uneventful.

He called me that night, I knew he must have gotten my number from a mutual friend. He wanted to go out for coffee. I politely declined.

He emailed me everyday for 3 weeks and left messages on my answering machine filled with sweetness and begging me to talk to him. I didn't return the messages.

I saw him last week, his eyes had a hangdog look about them as I walked up to him, giving him a friendly hug in front of all our friends. The fact that no one reacted told me he hasn't told them. But the look in his eyes tells me that it isn't from the age difference. It's from knowing that he will never again have a chance with me.

Damn I wish he'd just get a girlfriend.



Him & Her



The excitement grew as the time of their meeting drew near. They have known each other for six months, exchanging e-mails and instant messages in that time. Initially, their relationship was based on a mutual interest in love and romance poetry, but as time evolved, something more developed. They began to have some real feelings for each other, although it was never discussed.

It was three weeks ago when Phillipe wrote Jennifer and informed her he was coming to New York City for a conference of professional software engineers. When she read those words, she felt her heart skip a beat and butterflies form in her stomach. What she read next made her smile and jump out of her seat in pure joy: He wanted to meet her at his hotel.

The three weeks went surprisingly quick, and the morning of his arrival came, she told her husband she had business in the city and would be gone for the entire day. She did not know when she would return.

"Maybe in the morning," were the last words she told her husband. He told her goodbye as she walked out the door and to her car. She sat in the car for a moment and wondered, wondered if Phillipe would truly like her.

It was these moments of doubts that made her insecure about meeting him. No matter how many words of encouragement he sent to her, she always not sure of herself. And now as she drove to his hotel to finally meet him, this man from France that has stimulated not only her mind but her body, her anxiety was starting.

The anxiety turned to excitement as the seconds ticked off until there meeting. He was on the elevator, the elevator that just arrived in the lobby. Her heart was pounding as the doors opened. She felt a little panicked as a man, his eyes and skin dark, his hair raven black with some gray, walked to her and smiled.

"Hello Jennifer," he said in his slight French accent. "I have waited a long time to do this," he added just as he put his arms around her and reached his lips to hers. The passion was instant and glorious. He wanted to take her back to his room and make love like they have discussed so many times. He knew, however, he must talk with her, to get to know his new love better. She broke the embrace and looked into his eyes.

"My God," was all she could say as she closed her eyes once more and kissed his full, soft lips. She felt something, something she had not felt in a long time. It started deep within, then moved to her groin. She felt it the instant he touched her. "My God," she whispered again through the kiss. She was feeling an orgasm.

He felt her become limp in his embrace and held onto her. He brushed away a tuft of hair from her eyes and looked deeply into them. He smiled as he saw something, something so wonderful: he saw not only a passion and desire, but love.

"I'm so sorry," she said as she began to regain control of herself. He just smiled and tried not to laugh and knew what she was feeling. If he was not so concerned over her well-being, he would have swooned as well.

"Let us go back to my room so we can talk and have something cool and refreshing to drink," he suggested, noticing Jennifer was nervous. She agreed and reached for his hand: it was warm to the touch.

Jennifer looked up at Phillipe as the elevator doors opened. She could do nothing but smile. As he lead her inside, she never took her eyes off of him. She was had a feeling for him, she had a lust for him. She wanted to watch his every move.

As the elevator climbed to his floor, Phillipe moved closer to her. He wanted to feel her heartbeat against his body. He wanted to feel her every breath and lusted for her body, he wanted to have her then.

"Darling," he said in his accented voice. "I need to kiss you," he said as he leaned into her. His lips were a few inches from hers. She reached out and met his lips. There was an electric sensation that flowed through their bodies as their tongues met.

"Pardon me," a strange voice announced as the doors opened. They had reached his floor and people were entering the elevator.

"I'm sorry," Phillipe offered as he looked at a man in his forties. "We couldn't wait," he slyly added as they left, his arm around her tightly. The man laughed as the doors closed.

"Where is your room?" she asked as they walked quickly down the hall.

"Right here," he said as they stopped in front of a door. He pulled out the key card and slipped it into the lock. With aloud click, the door was ready to open. Phillipe held the door for her and she walked it. As he walked in, she turned to him and smiled again. He looked deeply into her eyes as he closed the door.

She walked to him and hugged him tight. As he was leaning down to kiss her, the expression on Jennifer's face changed. No longer was it a look of anxiety, it was a look of pleasure and love. He was about to ask her a question, his mouth was agape, when she slowly slid down his legs and onto her knees. She kissed his manliness through his pants as she slipped past his zipper, causing him to stir.

He moaned softly as her moist lips caused his penis to feel the hot breath. Instinctively, he reached down to her hair and ran his fingers through it. She moaned as his fingers touched her hair, touched her scalp. She reached into his pants and pulled out his ever hardening cock. She smiled as she saw how much he liked her attention.

Phillipe reached a hand under Jennifer's chin and raised her to his lips. As she held onto his cock, he took her lips and pressed his against them. She pressed back and opened her mouth slightly. Their tongues met, their tongues danced. She began to stroke his cock as he moved his hands down her back and under her blouse. Jennifer moaned softly as Phillipe felt his way up her skin.

He reached her bra. He felt the fasteners and caused them to unhook. As she felt her breathing become unhindered, she moaned softly in his mouth. Phillipe broke the embrace and began to unbutton her blouse. He became frustrated when one would not cooperate. 

"Do it," Jennifer whispered softly. He was not sure what she meant, but took his hands and ripped her bouse. Her 40D-sized breasts were exposed to him. He looked fondly on them. He saw her tattoo, the tattoo on her breast he so wanted to see. She looked at him blankly, her eyes not showing her emotions.

"God, yes," she moaned as he looked at her breasts. For so long she wanted him to see them, to feel them, to have them in his mouth. Now, as he stood there, breathless, she began to smile.

"You like them?" she asked as she slipped off the remaining shreds of her blouse and her bra. He smiled and answered.

"Master is pleased." She looked at him, a shocked look upon her face.

"I, I never knew you liked that lifestyle," she stammered out as her eyes lit up. She walked back to Phillipe, reached up to him, and kissed him deeply.

"I love you, Master," she said breathlessly as she broke the embrace. 

"On you knees," he commanded, and she obeyed. Jennifer looked up at him and leaned against his body. She wanted him, wanted him more than anyone she's ever wanted in her life. He reached down with his hand and pulled her up. 

"Come with me," he said as he walked them to the bed. "Get on it, face down, ass up in the air," he said with an air of purpose.

"Yes, Master," she said as she crawled onto the bed and laid down. She raised her ass up to him. "Why didn't you tell me before hand you were submissive?" Phillipe asked as he took off his pants and underwear. 

"I never thought you would have liked me if you knew," she answered. He took his hand and firmly spanked her ass.

"Not the correct way to answer me," he said as he felt the sting of flesh against flesh.

"I never thought you would have liked me, Master," she said as she let the pleasurable feeling flow over her body. 

"Never again underestimate what I may or may not like," Phillipe said as he took his hand back and quicky ran it forward. The sound of flesh hitting fleshed echoed in the hotel room. Jennifer winced in pain, biting her bottom lip. 

"Oh, Master," she cooed as she felt the familiar tingle begin in her clit. She was wet, she knew it. She also knew if he continued, she would have an orgasm. "Master, may I speak freely?" she asked, her ass still in the air. Phillipe thought for a second, then allowed her to speak.

"Take me, now," she said. That was all he needed to hear. Quickly, he took off the remaining clothing and placed himself on the bed. He took Jennifer in his arms and kissed her passionately, his tongue searching for hers.

"I love you," he whispered as he gently placed her on her back and slide his hard cock to the opening of her wet and hot pussy. Instinctively, she reached for it and guided it into her.

"Oh, Master," she cooed as she felt his hot cock plunge deeply inside of her. She thrust her hips forward as he thrust his. As he withdrew, she pulled back some: she was meeting him stroke for stroke. "Yes, Master, yes," she called out as he began to increase his speed, plunging deep each time.

"Oh my God, Master," she said as her passion began to come to a head. "May I cum?" she pleaded as she felt his cock get harder and hotter.

"Yes, with me," he panted out as he continued to pound into her. He bit his bottom lip as he felt her pussy tighten against his cock, then he released inside of her. "Baby, I love you," he said as his cock emptied his hot love juice inside of her.

"My God, Master," Jennifer cried out as her body was overcome by waves of pleasure. She about lost her breath as each wave of pleasure was more intense than the previous. She grabbed her Master and held him tight as she felt each and every wave flow over her. She kissed his cheek as they subsided.

*****

"Baby, I love you," she said to him as she leaned against his body, playing with his chest hair. She leaned down and kissed the spot where she twisted some hair together.

"I love you, sweetie," he said, his French accent becoming more apparent. He held her tight as she finished kissing him. "What do we do now?" he asked, fearful their time would end.

"I have to leave for a few minutes. I have a few things at home I must attend to," she said as she rolled over. "And I have a few toys I want to show you," she added. Jennifer smiled as she began to put her clothes on.

"I know what that smile means," Phillipe said as he watched. "Be careful and hurry back as soon as you can," he said, concerned her husband might be there and ask questions.

"I will, baby," she said before she kissed him. "I love you, Master," she said as she walked out the door and down to the elevator.

"I love him," she whispered to herself as she waited for the elevator to pick her up. "I love him."



Him & Her: Candlelight Surprises



NOTE: This story takes place approximately one month after Reunion.

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He had everything just about ready. Music, ready. Wine, ready. Food, done. Now all that he had to do was wait for her to come home. As he waited, he ran his fingers over the little box in his pocket and thought back over the past month. Finding her had come as a surprise. Since then, he had come to find more surprising things. Such as, she had loved him before also, but she didn't know how to express it. She had a few lovers, but nothing spectacular. She had made a few attempts to contact him, but he had been moving around too much at the time. In the past month, they had spent so much time together they were practically inseparable. She had even gone so far as giving him a key to her apartment. Late one might, she confessed that in the past nine years, every man she dated she had compared to him, and they had all fallen short. None of them had his heart, his sense of humor, his unpredictability, and at the same time, his loyalty. She lay with her head on his chest at the time, unable to see his face and the tears that rolled down his cheeks when he heard this.

Now, he waited. She had gone to work that day, but he had the day off. Partly out of boredom, partly out of the desire to do something nice for her, he cleaned the entire apartment. Once that was done, he went out on a little shopping trip to get the items for dinner and a little surprise for you. When he got home, he fixed dinner with all the love in his heart and got the place ready. He heard something from outside and parted the curtains to look out on the parking lot. He saw her car pulling in and let the curtain drop as he rushed over to turn the music on. After he lit the candles, he stepped into the kitchen where he could see her but she wouldn't see him, his bare feet feeling cold against the tile.

She had a hard day at work, but now she was home and would be back together with him. She couldn't believe how much she missed him during the day. She had some wonderful news to tell him tonight. She grasped the door handle and turned it, wondering why he wasn't there to greet her at the door as was their usual. When she opened the door and stepped inside, she saw why. All the furniture in the living room had been set to the side and a blanket lay in the middle of the floor. In the center of the blanket were set two candles and on either side of the candles there were placed two plates filled with dinner. The scent of jasmine lay lightly in the air and music played softly in the background. All around the room candles were arrayed and a single red rose sat in front of her plate. She felt her breath catch as she looked at all he had prepared and could only think, "he did all this for me?"

As he stood in the kitchen, he watched her when she came through the door. Her face was radiant in the candlelight and he felt his heart soar when he realized she was very touched. He walked out of the kitchen and straight to her, enfolding her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately, their tongue running together. After a few moments, he pulled away and spoke softly.

"Careful darling, keep this up and we won't make it to dinner." She laughed and allowed herself to be led over to the blanket. As she sat, he kneeled beside her and slid her shoes and socks off. He sat across from her and told her to go ahead and eat up, "I have something very special planned for dessert." As she ate slowly, she looked with sensually smoldering eyes in his direction. Looks which he caught and returned with a small grin. When they finished, he gathered up the dishes, taking them to the kitchen. When he returned, he returned and sat down behind her and, putting his hands on her shoulders, gently pulled her back against him.

"I have something to ask," he whispered into her ear. She didn't see as he reached in his pocket, "You don't have to answer immediately. Think about it if you want."

She leaned her head back to look him in the face and assured him, "You can ask me anything."

He brought his hand in front of her, opening the lid of the box he held. He felt her suck in a breath as she saw the diamond sparkling in the candlelight. He spoke slowly and deliberately in her ear, "Will you do me the honor and pleasure of becoming my wife?" He reached around with his other hand and very carefully placed the ring on her finger. She didn't even have to think twice when she turned her body towards his and, with tears in her eyes, said yes. 

She came to her and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him so passionately he fell onto his back with her straddling him. He ran his hands through her hair as he pushed her back up to a sitting position, their lips never breaking contact. He ran his hands down her back as she took her hands and started to pull his tee-shirt over his head. The tee came off and was pitched to the side. His hands began to unbutton her blouse as his lips worked their way to her ears and neck. Kissing just below her ears, he finished with the buttons of her blouse and his fingers ran lightly over the smooth expanse of her stomach. Her hands slid over his back as his hands trailed upwards to cup her breasts, teasing the nipples through the material of her bra. 

She shrugged her shoulders and her blouse fell first to her elbows, then to the ground as she slid her arms out of the sleeves. One of his hands moved up to flip one bra-strap down her arm as his lips moved to her shoulders, then down further. He kissed his way across the tops of her breasts, one nipple almost exposed. His other hand moved to her back and unclasped the hooks, letting her breasts breath freely. She reached up and pulled the bra off, tossing it in the general vicinity as his tee-shirt. He gently pushed her down onto her back, his mouth and lips paying soft attention to her breasts. He skirted her nipples until she almost couldn't stand it anymore, then covered one of them and flicked it with the tip of his tongue.

Her hands came down on the button to her own pants and she suddenly felt the urge to take them off. She unbuttoned and unzipped them quickly and lifted her hips to take the pants off. He felt her lift up and his hands went down to her hips to feel her hands struggling with her pants. He helped her slide them over her hips and down her legs. As he slid the pants down, his tongue followed suit and trailed wet kisses down her stomach. He removed her pants completely when he reached the tops of her thighs. He saw that she was wearing a pair of sheer blue panties, which were so wet they were almost see through. He began to kiss and nibble softly at the inside of her thighs. She squirmed at the sensations flooding through her body. He worked up one thigh and down the other, coming close but not touching the vee between her thighs. He finally came up to where her most sensitive area lay beneath a thin layer of material. He blew on the panties just hard enough for he to feel it. Her hips bucked slightly when she felt the blow across her. He came in and placed a soft kiss on the outside of the panties. She moaned when she felt his lips on hers. He kissed harder and ran his tongue over her lips, causing her to gasp and run her hands through his hair. He reached up with both hands and slid her panties off her hips, following their course with his mouth. All the way down to her feet, he kissed and licked her legs. He then reversed course, making sure to hit every place that he might have missed. He reached the tops of her thighs again and lightly ran his lips over hers, now without the panties in the way. She moaned again, her hands returning to his hair. He began at the bottom, near the perineum, and slowly licked his way upward to where her clitoris waited. She wiggled under the oral assault he was giving her. 

He reached her clitoris and kissed it with just enough pressure for her to feel it. Her hips began to shake when he did this, and he pressed down, letting his tongue run over her button. He moaned his name and she ran her hands over his head. He toyed with her clit and lips as he got into his work, though he never considered it to be work. This was what he thought of as the highest form of enjoyment, being able to watch the expression on a woman's face as he worked his magic. He felt this even more now that he had someone he loved with all his heart and soul. He slid one finger up and down her lips before slipping it inside. Her breathing got heavier and he knew she was coming close to the edge. He backed off the pressure in an effort to prolong the moment. She felt him do this and raised her hips to bring the pressure back, but he was ready and kept just enough pressure on to keep her ready, but not enough to give her satisfaction yet. She moaned loudly, asking him to just let her have an orgasm, to stop teasing. He never could resist when she asked for something, and returned the pressure. Within moments her body began to shake uncontrollably and she almost crying out in pleasure, then her body became stock-still as her orgasm flooded through her, tossing her back and forth as a cork in a hurricane. He kept the pressure on with mouth and finger, drawing out her climax till she came down again. He let her lay on the blanket and moved up to look at her face and brush her dark hair back gently. 

She gave him a slow smile and putting her hand on the back of his neck, drew him down for a deep kiss. She could faintly taste herself still on his lips. She pulled herself on top of him and lay there, listening to his heartbeat. Against her stomach she could feel his hardness underneath his pants. She stroked her fingernails across the skin of his chest, feeling shivers run through his body as she did so. She lifted her head and planted a kiss on his lips, moving her body against his. He could feel the stiffness of her nipples on his chest. She brought her hands in between them and started working the button on his jeans, her hands brushing against his member. Every time her hands brushed him, it felt like an electric shock ran through her body. She kissed her way down to his chest, licking and biting gently at his nipples. He leaned his head back and groaned as she got his jeans undone, reaching inside to grasp him. Her other hand pulled the zipper down and face came back up to kiss him again. She stroked him under the jeans and his hands pushed them over his hips, his rod springing free to brush against her stomach. He pushed his jeans down and off his legs. She kept a hold of him as she kissed his chest and stomach, gradually getting lower until she was teasing to tip of his member with her lips. One hand reached under to cup his balls as the other hand went up and down his shaft. All that he could do was groan at the sensation. She ran her tongue down to his testicles and back up over the top. She lightly nipped at the sides with just her lips causing his body to shake. She looked up at his face and smiled slightly at the look on he had. She had never loved anyone as much as she loved him. She had tried to deny it all the years they were apart, but she knew it in her heart. Finally, she engulfed the tip with her mouth and slowly slid the shaft past her lips, stopping every so often to move back up, teasing him as he had teased her. He moaned her name and when she looked up, he told her he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Reluctantly, she left off and moved up to lay beside him. He reached over to his pants to retrieve the condom stored there, but she grasped his hand. 

When he looked at her in puzzlement, she kissed him and said, "Please, trust me. Just believe me when I say I know what I'm doing." Having told him this, she grabbed his member and pulled him toward her. He trusted her completely and moved over her body. She positioned his tool and he began to slowly enter her. After just a couple inches, he stopped and pulled almost all the way out. He looked down at her face, glowing in the candlelight, and was filled with such love he felt his chest swell. He pushed in again and she looked him in the eyes with absolute love and trust. He buried himself inside of her and held it there for a few moments. He pumped in and out slowly, watching her face as it contorted in pleasure. She slid her arms around his waist and dragged her nails down the small of his back and the cheeks of his ass. He lowered his head to her breasts and suckled them, flicking her nipples and running his tongue all over them. She reached between their sweaty bodies and cupped his testicles, rolling them gently as he slid in and out. He reached down and, putting his elbows behind her knees, rolled her up slightly, moving his knees up to under her buttocks. He reached down and cupped one cheek in each hand. She could feel him filling her up and wave after wave of pleasure wove it's way through her body. He began to work his hips faster, one hand snaking down to gently rub her clit. He could feel her body getting ready to explode and pumped just a little harder as he kept a soft pressure on her button. Soon she cried out his name and her body went stiff as the orgasm plowed into her full force. Her legs straightened out behind him for a few seconds, then dropped slowly back to the position they were in before. He waited for a few minutes, staring at her lovely face covered in a light sheen of sweat, before he began moving his hips again. She reached up and softly caressed the side of his face. He moved his hips in rhythm and she matched his with a rhythm of her own. After a while, they both began to pick up speed, their lips meeting in a kiss of fire and passion, heat and love. He felt his climax building deep inside of him and she felt his testicles contract. She squeezed her muscles inside and pulled him down so his head in the crook of her neck. He was just about ready to lose control when her orgasm hit her, and he felt it. That was the last straw and he let loose with a flood inside of her. Their bodies moved as one, their minds seemed to join as time stood still for these two in this moment. They felt every sensation, from their skin brushing each other to the sweat covering their bodies, to the very heartbeats merging to form one beat. All too soon, the moment was over and they were left lying in each other's arms. That lay there, their breathing ragged and their hearts beating like drums, but happy to be there with each other. He rolled to the side of her and took her in his arms. She wrapped her's around him snuggled in close to him. After a while a thought occurred to him and he lifted her chin to look her in the eye.

"Honey, I trust you completely, but why didn't you want me to use the condom tonight?" Her answering smile had him confused until she spoke.

"I was trying to find the right time and place to tell you, and this seems to be just about right," she began, "do you remember how I had that doctor's appointment today?" When he nodded, she continued, "Well, I'm already two weeks late for my time of the month..." Understanding dawned on his face as she finished, "I'm pregnant, I have been for a month, since that first time..." She paused as she searched his face for a clue to what he was thinking.

He felt stunned and didn't know what to think. When he finally snapped out of it, joy and elation leaped inside of him and he pulled her close, "Oh my god, that's incredible darling." She pulled back and saw the tears in his eyes as looked at her, they knew in this moment that would be together for the rest of their lives and they just held each other.



Him and Her: Defiance



Him:

He'd been waiting for her. Sitting comfortably in his arm chair he was waiting in the living room, the only light on in the house was the bedroom light upstairs. The curtains ajar streetlights illuminated the house well enough, adding a slightly chilling glow to the rooms. He sat patiently, as he had been for the past hour and a half. It was nine pm, and he wondered how much longer she'd continue to defy him. He was lax enough with his rules, allowing her her freedom outside the house. She was permitted to go out with her friends more often than not, and as long as she behaved herself, he didn't impose a curfew. Earlier in the day he had told her that he'd be working late, and wouldn't be home before 11 pm. She had asked his permission to go out but he'd refused, and said she'd better be home when he got there. In an effort to surprise her he had lied about when he'd be home, and when he arrived home at seven he was less than impressed with her absence. 

Her:

Sneaking up the drive way she tried to muffle her footsteps. She thought to herself, what really did she have to worry about? Was he going to hear her from his office downtown? She knew he'd be home much later than her, and tried to relax herself with the thought that there was no way she'd get caught. Still though, she had a bad feeling as she unlocked the front door, scrambling for excuses in her mind as to why she had left the house. That night, without his permission, she had gone out for dinner with a few of her friends. It wasn't even a special occasion, just a Friday night, and she wasn't sure why but after he had refused her permission to go, she wanted to more than ever. In a small way, she was tired of him telling her when she was allowed to go out -- when she was allowed to do anything for that matter. She felt defiant, and after speaking with him earlier that day, she knew she was going out tonight, regardless of his opinion.

Him:

As he heard the lock turn in the front door he exhaled deeply, still sitting in his air chair, as he pondered different ways to punish her. He sat motionless as the hallway light went on, illuminating further the room in which he sat, and waited for her to proceed up the stairs before he called her out. How dare she, he thought. Tonight she was going to get it; he was done being nice.

Her:

As she flicked the light switch on to the hallway, she quickly realized how much trouble she was in. On the shoe matt by the front door, there sat the shoes he had left for work in that morning. Her mind began to spin, thoughts taking off in every direction: Oh crap. Where those really the shoes he left in? Are you sure? Damn it, I am sure. Crap. Where was he now? I'm going to be in so much trouble ... Maybe he'll be too tired from work to really do anything... She quickly concluded the best way to redeem herself would be to go straight to his room and present herself at the foot of his bed; if he was there, she would try and explain herself before he got too angry, and if he wasn't there, she would just wait. However, there was still a piece of her that felt the need to defy him. And though she knew the best solution to her current situation, she decided against it. Instead of going up the stairs she turned for the living room; tonight, she thought, since she was already in trouble, it'd be her turn to sit in his arm chair.

Them:

He was astonished she had the nerve to enter the living room, rather than going straight to his room to redeem herself. He had purposefully left his shoes in plain sight at the front door, knowing she'd see them and realize the trouble she was in. Either, he thought, she somehow missed them, or was purposefully defying him. He'd find out soon enough. As she turned on the living room light, their eyes locked and she froze in mid-step on her way to the chair he sat in. After a moment's silence, as the realization of their situation weighed in on both of them, she spoke.

"Good evening. Sir." She looked him dead in the eye as she spoke, a tinge of disrespect in her voice as she paused before calling him Sir.

His blood was boiling, and he had not a moment's patience for her games. He sprung to his feet, and crossed the space between them in three swift steps. Before she could even make a move to get away, he had his hand around her throat and had pushed her back against the wall, pinning her with his body.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your plans," he began, "but I wasn't expecting to find a disrespectful bitch in my house this evening". His grip tightened as he spoke, his voice almost calm for all the anger he was feeling. 

Her eyes were already begging him for mercy as she struggled for breath, and she cursed herself for being so weak. She tried to squirm, but couldn't move at all and as she ran out of air she found herself mouthing the word 'please'.

They both felt the power he had over her -- both found it exhilarating. He felt her submission and using the hand he had around her neck, he pulled her off the wall and threw her to the ground. As she landed on her back she gasped for breath, gulping air down greedily. Trying to roll onto her stomach she struggled to her feet, but a swift kick to her side sent her rolling on her back again. 

"Bitch, present yourself to me," he commanded.

Though she was beginning to feel defeated she wasn't done fighting yet. Slowly, she sat upright, getting her feet under her. For a moment she pretended as if she was going to present herself to him as he dictated -- on her knees, legs apart, hands on her thighs. Instead she lunged. Aiming for his legs she caused his knees to buckle and he fell back against the wall he just had her pinned to. 

She hadn't thought of her next move however, and as she wondered where to go from there, sprawled slightly over his legs, he lunged for her hair. Pulling her head back and then rolling her onto her back he quickly managed to get on top of her, straddling her waist, his full weight upon her petite frame. She felt his member, hard against her spread legs, and for the first time that night, she was aware of her throbbing pussy. Pinned to the floor in that position, she began to let her need for him outweigh her defiance.

"What the hell kind of game do you think this is?!" He snarled.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize he had asked a question and didn't answer him.

"Answer me when I talk to you!" One hand still in her hair he used the other to slap her hard across her face.

She gasped in shock, and as she tried to formulate an answer another blow came down just as hard as the first. "S-Sir, I'm sorry Sir." Her voice was shaking, and the last of her fight drained from her.

"Did I ask you if you're sorry? I don't care if you're sorry -- I don't even care where you were tonight. What I care about is how exactly I'm going to teach you not to be such a defiant little slut." His words were sharp but he wasn't yelling.

"Sir, please..." She began to speak but wasn't really sure what she was begging for.

"Please what?!" He snapped. "You fucking slut, choose your words carefully."

"Sir, please. I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry I went out tonight even though you told me not to. And I'm sorry I didn't go straight to your room when I got home..." he wasn't satisfied and she knew he wanted more from her apology. "Sir, I-I'm sorry I'm such a disrespectful bitch Sir. I'm sorry I was a defiant little slut." She spoke the words quietly, agreeing with the names he'd called her, and as she spoke the words, her clit throbbing even more, she realized she really meant them. "I know how much you care about me Sir, and you let me do so much; I'm sorry I'm so defiant, I just.... I don't even know why I did it Sir..." Tears began to fill her eyes; she really meant her apology.

"You think a few tears are going to get you out of your punishment?" He asked her mockingly. A smirk crept across his face, and leaning in close to her ear he whispered, "You little whore, we're only getting started. You wanted a fight? Well you're really going to get it."

"Please..." Her voice trailed off. She knew there was no getting out of this now and she deeply regretted her early decisions. 

Springing to his feet, he pulled her to hers also, his hand still wrapped firmly in her hair. She cried out in pain, but he ignored her pleas. Forcing her up the stairs to his room, she tripped repeatedly, though he was unrelenting as he pulled her along. As they got in the door he pushed her to the ground and she dared not try to get up, hoping to calm him with her compliance, though she knew her efforts at this time would be futile. 

"Clothes off!" he commanded, "Lay on the bed when you're done".

She moved quickly, and while she did so, he rummaged through a drawer on the other side of the room. She was nervous, unsure of what he was planning, but knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. On her back, staring at the ceiling, the slamming shut of the drawer quickly snapped her attention back to the present. He hadn't told her how he wanted her on the bed, but she'd apparently guessed the wrong way; approaching the foot of the bed he grabbed her ankles, and pulled her from the waist down off the bed, flipping her over onto her stomach while he did so. He then bent her over the bed, giving her head a rough shove into the mattress. She held perfectly still as he positioned her, all the while the throbbing between her legs growing more intense with anticipation.

Pulling a spreader bar from under the bed he fastened her ankles to either end; it seemed it bit wider than she last remembered, almost uncomfortably so, and her hips quickly began to ache as she shifted her weight to find some relief. 

"STOP THAT!" A hard smack from his hand came down on her ass. She should've known better than to squirm and for the second time that night she cursed herself. 

Holding still the best she could, she kept her face to the mattress as he came around to the side of the bed, and pulled each of her wrists out in front of her. Moving the pillows from the head of the bed, he uncovered the chains he they had bolted in place, and snapped the cuffs shut around her wrists. There was little give, her arms extended completely straight. 

"Comfy?" He questioned, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"Yes, Sir, thank y-," before she could finish her answer he'd yanked her head back by her hair then fastening in place a ball gag. Soon after came a blindfold. And then, silence. Had he left the room? She began to question herself. She didn't hear him leave, though she wouldn't have known if he had snuck away quietly. Time passed but she'd no idea how long it had been; trapped like this, 5 minutes may as well have been half an hour.

When he returned, he circled the bed admiring his work. "Tell me something," He began, calmly, "Why is it that you're such a defiant little whore? See I thought you appreciated a little freedom outside the house. I thought I could trust you to follow a few simple rules, we both know I don't have many, and you're lucky. But yet for some reason, you're still a fucking little whore that likes to defy me every chance she gets. What do you have to say for yourself? Oh, that's right, you can't really talk right now, can you?" By the time he was through, his tone was dripping with condescension, and her eyes were leaking tears from under the blindfold. Ripping the ball gag from her mouth, roughly, he prompted her, "well?"

She hated the situation; she was humiliated, genuinely sorry, and her pussy was aching so desperately for attention. It angered her slightly, and some of the fight she had in her earlier resurfaced. 

"I wanted to challenge you... I wanted to give you a challenge. Sir I-I don't think you could really hurt me." The moment the words left her mouth they were followed by the sound of his belt being pulled from his pants. It stopped her blood cold, but she hadn't really regretted what she'd said. The thing was, and she was thinking about this now, he was never really that rough with her. Not once had she thought about using her safety words; though he could cause her a great deal of pain it was never more than she could handle, and although he was strict in his discipline the punishments he dealt out were also sometime lax. 

"You don't think I could hurt you?" He said the words slowly, as if wondering how to accept this challenge. He moved slowly, deliberately, coming around to stand behind her exposed ass, dragging the belt alongside him as he went. "Say it again."

"I don't think you could h-" WHACK. The belt came down hard on her ass, cutting her off, and causing her to shift forward. She then realized how much her hips ached, the pain shooting not only through her ass but her thighs as well.

"Go on, finish your thought," He prompted.

"I said, I don't think-,"WHACK. Again the belt came down on her ass. Much harder than anything he'd dealt in the past she quickly began to writhe in pain.

"Go on slut."

"Sir, please, I didn't mean to-," WHACK. He was unrelenting.

"Sir!" WHACK. 

"Please!" WHACK.

"Bitch, hurry up and answer me, or I'll double the number of strikes you receive!" WHACK.

She then blurted out the words quickly, adding "But I didn't mean it, please! Sir!" to the end. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. "Enough, please!"

"And what makes you think you get to call the shots around here?!" Looping the belt around her neck like a choke chain, he pressed one knee in to her tender right ass check, leaning over her to snarl the question in her ear. Her neck pulled upward, the breath choked from her, there was also even greater tension on her arms. She tried to cry out in pain but couldn't make a sound; as he held her in that position, she began to think for the first time about using her safety words. She knew she was weak, and just as she was going to mouth the word yellow, a part of the color scale they used for pain, he released her.

"Oh, were you going to say something?" He mocked her.

"No Sir..." She was incredibly disappointed with herself for almost giving in. The tears had barely stopped flowing, but she had no fight left in her for the time being, and she lay limp on the bed doing her best to deal with the pain. She thought about how her punishment might not have been so bad tonight, but she had gotten herself into this, practically asking him to torture her -- well, literally asking him, she thought, now regretting her earlier words.

He took a moment to adjust the spreader bar around her ankles, providing some relief for her hips.

"Thank you Sir," She responded quickly.

"Oh, so now you're grateful for what I do for you?" His voice condescending, her guilt in defying and then provoking him only grew.

WHACK. She hadn't expected that. His assault on her ass began again, this time with a cane. When did he get that? She thought.

WHACK. Ow... She suffered silently in her head, trying to hold still, trying to stop the pulsing in her pussy that probably had her dripping wet by this point.

WHACK. "You know," he started, "I think it's about time you started thanking me for this wonderful favor I'm doing your ass. After all if it doesn't hurt like you say it couldn't possibly, well, I really think it's something you should thank me for, don't you agree?" She could practically hear the smirk on his face.

WHACK. "Yes, Sir, I agree, thank you."

WHACK. "Thank you Sir"

WHACK. "Thank you Sir."

WHACK. "Thank you Sir!"

"You're welcome. Oh, and by the way, what's the count at, currently?"

Oh crap, more trouble she thought, as she quickly tried to deduce to correct number. "Ummm, 20?" She guessed.

WHACK. "'Ummm, 20' would be incorrect." WHACK. "It's now 19. And you forgot to thank me for the last two."

"Thank you, S-" WHACK. He cut her off. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, Sir! ... And that was 25 Sir!"

"Hmm, interesting how quickly a dumb little whore like you can learn." He dropped the cane and left the room, still leaving her tied and blindfolded.

Again? She thought to herself. She didn't mind the break, though she was anxious to get out of her position. She was uncomfortable, in a lot of pain, still blindfolded, and desperately wanted to be fucked.

He wasn't gone for long though, and as he returned, she heard him squeezing something out of a tube. Lotion for her stinging ass she hoped. She quickly found out instead that it was lube, as he smeared it around her tight asshole.

Oh no, she thought to herself, please no. She braced herself for what she thought would be his cock against her asshole, but instead what came felt like cold metal. He pumped the piece in and out pushing it further each time until it was completely up her ass. She could barely stand the feeling against the soreness of her ass, but bit her lip to keep herself from speaking; she had already disappointed the both of them tonight, and she didn't plan on making things any worse.

"What a beautiful asshole you have, for the useless fucktoy you are." His words were sharp. He then came around to the side of the bed, and sat down next to her head, removing the blindfold as he did so. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light in the room, and as her eyes focused she realized he was completely naked as well. When did that happen? She'd no idea.

"Do you know what this is, slut?" He held out an object in front her face which seemed to be a remote control, though she'd never seen it before. She went with that as her guess. "Ah, so it can formulate an intelligent thought after all!" He mocked her yet again. "Do tell me how you like this button though."

And with the push of a button she felt the toy vibrating deep in her asshole, causing her whole body to shiver and spasm with the intense sensation. Just as she began building the release she so desperately needed, he turned it off however. "No, please Sir!"

He looked down at her shaking his head. "We both know you don't deserve release tonight, so I really don't know where you're going with that thought."

She was thoroughly disappointed when he said this. She knew he was right but she wanted it so bad. She'd been waiting for so long it seemed, she needed to feel him in her; she needed to be fucked and the anticipation alone was killing her.

Standing, he got off up the bed, and went again to stand behind her. He placed one finger lightly against her pussy, almost teasing her. She knew better than to move and try to meet his finger, and using what was left of her willpower she remained still. Sliding his finger he parted her lips slightly, and it was all she could do not to thrust towards his hand.

"Well, it would seem you're leaking, slut," he commented, "I don't think I've ever seen you dripping this wet. You're even more of a dirty fucking whore than I originally thought."

She felt slightly ashamed, though her desperation outweighed anything else she could've felt.

"Now take a look at what I have here," He threw two objects on the bed in front of her, and she craned her neck forward to see. One of the objects was the remote he had shown her earlier, and the second she realized, was another control. He had two? Then the other was going...

Before she could complete her thought he began pumping the piece in and out of her pussy. It felt so deliciously good she thought, her pussy finally getting some attention. A finger grazed her clit, and whether on purpose or by accident it sent shivers running through her whole body. Before she could cum he had the entire thing in her, and pulled his hand away. After experiencing the vibrator in her ass she knew there was more to come, and held her tongue as she waited patiently.

Instead of turning either one on though, it seemed he had one more object for her. She knew this one, the realization dawning on her, as she felt him clicking things in place -- a chastity belt. He had used it before as part of a milder punishment. ... This she knew wasn't going to be as easy.




Him and Her: Defiance



As soon as he had everything secured around her pussy and waist, he made his way to the front of the bed, his member hard and on display before her. Kneeling by her face he forced her head up by her hair yet again and thrust his cock deep in her mouth. He picked both controls off the bed, one in each hand and as she took him in her mouth as far as she could he turned on both vibrators, sending her into a wild frenzy as he fucked her face. Her tongue running over inch of his cock, her throat gagging as he forced himself farther down, she did her best to focus as the vibrators quickly built the relief she'd so desperately needed. Her pussy was pulsing harder than ever, and though her ass was sore from the welts he'd painted on before, the sensations running through her outweighed any pain she felt. She was sure he if he kept on like this she'd cum within seconds.

And just as he'd done before, he abruptly turned the vibrators off. She choked on his cock as she tried to yell no, but any protests were useless. He continued to skull fuck her, and though she was disappointed she wouldn't get release, she still wanted to please him, and redeem herself from earlier. So she sucked him hard and deep, and with his hand in her hair tugging at her scalp he came deep in the back of her throat, gagging her not only with his cock, but now also with his cum. She sucked him dry, and licked him clean, expecting him to let her cum too if she did her job well. Looking at him, begging for release with her eyes, he simply stared back at her and shook his head.

"Like I said," he began as he gathered himself, "You don't deserve release tonight." 

And at that point she knew he wasn't going to give her what she so desperately wanted. She couldn't bring herself to protest, to beg him to reconsider because she knew she really didn't deserve it. He was right. She was defiant and ungrateful, and she deserved everything he'd throw at her.

Standing, he uncuffed her wrists, and as her arms were finally given some slack, he took a minute to massage them for her. The tears welled in her eyes once again, partially because she was so disappointed and desperate, but also because she felt how soft his touch was -- she knew he really cared for her, that he always had, and that night she'd provoked him for no reason. Leaving her arms, he attended to her ankles, but left the chastity belt on. 

It was late when she looked at the clock, nearly midnight, and just as she was getting ready to crawl into bed, with him by her side she presumed, he commanded her to her feet.

"Stand!" He ordered.

She complied though she was confused. What else could he possibly have in store? She was tired, and as she wasn't getting release, she wanted nothing more than to go to bed. He gripped her arm, tightly, and dragged her through the bedroom door. The toys still in her, they shifted both uncomfortably and satisfyingly, and at the thought her tender pussy she wondered if she could cum simply from walking. 

The thought must've been written clear across her face because he responded sharply with a "don't even think about it. Cum without my permission and we can start this whole night over again, beginning with the spreader bar."

He let her take her time down the stairs, and she did her best not to think about the toys inside her. When they arrived at the bottom, he lead her back over to the living room where they started. Maybe he's reconsidering, she thought hopefully for a moment. Is he going to let me sit in his chair? And then she saw it. As she looked hopefully at his arm chair, the one thing she was never allowed to sit on, but only next to, she saw what sat on the ground where she did usually -- a crate. The big black cage made to hold a dog was in her spot in the living room, and not only that, it appeared he had attached handcuffs to the four corners. Her heart sank at the realization of what it was for. So this was what he doing when he left me alone earlier, she thought. 

He went around to the side and opened the door. "On your knees. Crawl in," he commanded.

Reluctantly she did as she was told, thinking her humiliation couldn't possibly get any worse than this. He slammed the door shut behind her, locking it, and then walked around the crate to lock her wrists and ankles in all different directions. The metal was cold against her skin and goose bumps dotted her body.

"One last thing before you go to bed, slut. There's going to be a few new rules around here. First, you're to spend your nights in this cage until I feel that you're truly sorry for being a defiant little slut. 2nd, for every hour you want to go out with your friends, you can spend an hour of your time in here. If you need to come out for whatever reason, like the bathroom, you can beg me and I'll consider. And you'd better start thanking me for what I do, because we're going to break the ungrateful out of you too. Until I feel like you're capable of being a good girl, rather than a defiant bitch, you can expect to spend most of your time in here, but I'll be sure to let you out when I need a decent fucktoy. Understand?"

"Yes Sir.." She mumbled, "Thank you for the cage Sir."

"You're welcome," he stated flatly as he turned for the stairs. "Oh, and one more thing." He briefly turned on both toys simultaneously, and before she could even finish her gasp shut them back off again. "Get used to the feeling. You're going to be wearing that belt for a while." As he headed for the stairs, both remotes in tow, he turned off the lights, leaving her chained to the cage in the dark.



Him & Her: Reunion



He had not seen her for going on nine years, which was not to way that he hadn't thought of her from time to time. Not so often anymore, but every once in a while, he would find himself thinking back. Thinking back to the way that her dark hair somehow absorbed the sunlight but still flashed and sparkled. Or the way that her velvet soft blue eyes would glow when she smiled that indescribable smile. They had been nothing more than friends, but he had always looked upon her with a deeper affection than just friendship. He kept those emotions at bay though, so that she wouldn't see the fire that smoldered in his heart. Some nights he had lain awake in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering what it would be like to tell her how he felt. 

To be able to take her in his arms, to protect her from the rest of world when she was feeling vulnerable. He never did. Their friendship meant too much to him for him to take the risk of losing it. That didn't stop him from dreaming though. Then came the day that he could never quite forgive himself for. The day he had said something to hurt her and the pain it caused in her beautiful eyes. She hadn't spoken to him since that night, whether by her choice or him just staying away he never really decided. The damage was done however. Now, nine years down the road, very few of his friends and co-workers knew about that part of his past. He still believed in miracles, just not the kind that happened on a hot august afternoon...

The coolness of the mall felt good to him after the sweltering heat of the day outside. He laughed to himself. He had lived in the south for almost five years now. God knows he should be used to the heat by now. He had come here to pick up a few things for his daughter's birthday. As he traveled past the stores his mind casually picked out items of interest, things he thought he might want to get later when he stopped in his tracks. He stared through a window at a woman standing inside at the counter. The long dark hair, the dazzling smile. It couldn't be her, not after all these years. He drifted closer to the door of the shop, all the while keeping her in sight. His disbelief evaporated when he heard her voice. Clear and shimmering like the sound of a bell, it cut straight through his heart. It was her. 

He watched her for a few moments as she talked to the cashier. Just as he was about to turn away though, when she turned and looked directly at him. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly moved away from the window, heading on through the mall. He kept his head down, hoping she wouldn't see him. He hadn't moved very far when he heard her right behind him and she spoke his name. Knowing that he couldn't walk away, he turned slowly around and looked at her. When he saw the glow of her blue eyes, his heart broke a little more. He managed to mutter a soft hello though his heart was still beating so loudly that he thought surely she could hear it. There was a puzzlement in her eyes when she spoke.

"Why did you walk away just now?"

"I...I don't know," he said cautiously, trying to find the right words, "I guess maybe I thought that you wouldn't want to see me after all that happened..." He let the sentence trail off and it was his turn to be puzzled when she let loose a silvery peal of laughter. 

"That was what, nine years ago? I forgave you a long time ago. Are you still feeling bad about that?" Her smile shone brightly as she continued, "I knew you didn't mean what you had said. It did hurt me for a while, but I was never really mad at you."

"Then why did you avoid me after that?" As soon as he got the question out, he realized it wasn't her that avoided him. It was him that avoided her. She watched his face carefully as he thought about it and she knew she didn't have to answer. After a few moments, she asked, "what are you doing tonight? We have a lot to catch up on."

He mulled it over for a few moments and decided he didn't have anything that couldn't be put off for a day or so. His daughter's birthday wasn't till next week. "Nothing really. You want to go grab some dinner?"

"Sure," her smile lit up her face again as they headed for the exit.

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At dinner, they talked over old times and what they had done in the intervening years. She had expressed amazement when she learned he had been married at one point and had a daughter. When she saw the pictures of his child, she told him that his daughter was very beautiful. When the conversation rolled around to her, he was somewhat surprised to learn that she still wasn't married. 

"I guess I just never found the right guy. All the ones that I ever met were just after one thing. They didn't care about me, they just cared about my body."

"All of them?" he joked.

"Well, not you, of course. I never knew just what you wanted sometimes. You just never seemed interested in anything other than friendship."

"And what would have happened if..." he left the sentence hanging as he stared down at his plate.

"What would have happened if...what? I know you were keeping something to yourself back then. You can tell me now." She reached across the table and grasped his hand.

"If I had told you what I felt for you was more than friendship? If I said that I wanted to take you in my arms and keep you safe from all those other guys? The ones who just wanted to use you. If I told you that I..." he stopped for a second to catch his breath before plunging, "that I loved you?" He watched her face as her eyes softened and her mouth curled up in to a grin at the tips. He spoke with a feeling that came straight from the heart, "you never knew, did you? You never had any clue that I would have done anything for you?"

"No, I didn't." The puzzled look came back, "why didn't you tell me?"

"Our friendship meant too much to us for me to take the chance and possibly ruin it. There were times though that I wanted to kiss you so badly."

"And now? How do you feel about me now?"

"You're just as beautiful as before. I don't think my feelings have changed one bit since then." The conversation lagged at that point while she digested that information. When she did start speaking again, she changed the subject to something more neutral. For the rest of the evening they spoke of other things, carefully avoiding talking about the revelations of earlier. After they finished dinner, they went walking around the downtown area. He learned that she lived not too far from where they were walking. She turned and looked him in the eye, asking in a soft voice if he would like to come up for a drink. Without thinking, he said yes. As they walked, he hoped that he wouldn't make another mistake like the one so many years ago. Sometime during the walk, she slipped her arm in his and he relaxed to enjoy the feeling.

* * * * *

He sat in her living room, sipping a glass of wine and admiring what she had done with the place. She sat on the couch beside him and that were relaxed, continuing the friendship they had left off years ago. Suddenly she sat her glass down and turned to look him in the eyes.

"I was just thinking about something. Something I want to try." Before he could ask what it was, she leaned over and pressed her lips to his. As their lips made contact, his body went into shock. He didn't dare move, didn't breath for fear the kiss would end. The shock began to fade and his body began to respond to her kiss. Her hand came up to stroke the side of his face. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer. Their lips parted and he looked her in the eyes again. 

"Not that I'm complaining, but why'd you do that?" he asked in a low voice.

"I just wanted to see how it would feel," she replied, letting one hand drop onto his thigh. He reached up and let his fingers drift across her face. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that? How much I've loved you for so long now?"

"Not until tonight. Please, no more words." She laid her head on his chest. After a few moments she stood and, leaning over to whisper in his ear, said that she would be right back. He leaned back in the couch and, staring at the ceiling, reflected in amazement on what had happened so far tonight. He heard the bedroom door open behind him and turned to look. What he saw caused his breath to catch in his throat. She stood in the doorway, the light framing her body, wearing nothing it seemed but a T-shirt that hung down to mid-thigh. She walked over to him and sat down, leaning against him. She looked up into his face and spoke softly.

"Do you remember how you used to give me shoulder massages?" When he nodded, she continued, "could you do me a huge favor and massage my back. It's been so long since I've had a good massage." He told her that it would be his pleasure. She lay down on the floor and he straddled her body. As he placed his hands on her back, she asked him not to do it through the shirt. "It feels better that way," she said in way of explanation. He lifted the tee and saw that she was wearing a pair of sheer white panties. The shirt came up further as his hands slipped up past where her bra should have been. 

When he felt no resistance, he stopped for a moment before lifting the short further. She raised up slightly on her arms so that he could move the shirt under her armpits. When she lay back down, he could see the sides of her breasts bulging out just a little bit. He could feel his pants grow tighter at the sight. He began slowly and methodically, working the muscles in her back. He worked down her back and up again, taking care to work her carefully. 

After a while, his hands drifted to her sides and his fingertips barely brushed her breasts. He felt her inhale sharply but otherwise made no move to stop him. Encouraged by this, he moved his hands further down until he was rubbing the sides of her breasts. Her breathing started to get ever so slightly heavier. He left her breasts and worked his way down to her hips and thighs, scooting his body downward as he did so. He began working one thigh and then the other, moving upward till his knuckles were brushing her panty covered slit. 

She raised her hips slightly and, taking this as a good sign, began to rub harder. He could feel her warmth through the thin material and the dampness seeping through. His erection by this time had grown to the point of being almost painful. His fingers slipped under the edge of her panties and lightly stroked the outside of her lips, feeling the moisture cover his fingers. She moaned slightly and buried her head in her arms. His fingers dipped into her and her hips bucked as her muscles contracted around him. He left one finger inside of her while the other one slid downward to find her clit. He placed his finger on it and rubbed gently. 

Within just a few moments, her body began shaking and rocking uncontrollably as her orgasm swept through her. When she finally came down, he removed his fingers and, as she rolled over, slip up to take her in his arms. She laid her head on his chest. He ran hands through her hair as her breathing returned to normal. Soon she raised her head and looking him in the eyes said, "you know, you haven't asked anything in return for yourself." As she this, she let her hand stroke his chest and stomach, coming close to his waistline and the hardness that lay just below. 

"I don't want to make you do anything that you don't want to do," he replied, meaning every word. As he looked back into her eyes, he felt the love swell in his chest and he finally understood the phrase, 'love till it hurts'. He cradled her face in one hand and pulled her closer. Pressing his lips to hers and he felt her lips part. Her tongue ran across his lips for a brief second until it plunged past and explored every crevasse it could find. Her hand slipped down until it covered the bulge in his pants. She broke the kiss just long enough the sit up and pull her shirt the rest of the way. She reached down to grab the material of his shirt just above the belt and tugged. He sat himself up slightly and she pulled the shirt over his head, exposing his chest. She put one hand on his chest and pushed him until he was lying flat on the floor again. 

She straddled him, her breasts grazing the skin of his stomach as she bent over and started kissing his shoulders. She worked her way down slowly, licking and biting ever so softly. When she reached his nipples, she spent a few moments playing with them as she unbuttoned his pants, unbuckled his belt, and slipped one hand inside. He groaned as her hand wrapped around his manhood, which had not gone down even a fraction since this began. She used her other hand the start pushing his pants down, and he raised his hips to accommodate her efforts. 

As she moved lower, so did his pants. He kicked off his shoes and socks and when his pants reached his ankles, he kicked them off also. She reached his hardness with her mouth and worked her way to the underside of his shaft. She slowly licked her way up to the tip and lowered her mouth over it. With one hand she rolled his testicles gently, the other hand sliding off her panties. Her lips did a magic dance on his member. Sliding her mouth up and down, he knew he couldn't take much more. He grasped her under the arms and pulled her up so they were face to face. She ground her hips into his as they kissed again. She reached down and positioned him, lowering herself onto his pole. They both groaned aloud as he entered her.

That both lay still as they enjoyed the sensation. Soon her hips began rising and falling in a rhythm as old as man and woman. Their breathing getting heavier, they looked into each others eyes again. Her hips pistoned slowly at first, but soon, they began moving faster. She started moaning his name. He began to thrust back against her, their respective orgasms building until they could no longer hold it in. In a rush, they climaxed within seconds of each other, her muscles contracting around him, his seed shooting deep within her. She collapsed on his chest and they lay there, feeling each others heartbeats. His arms came up and wrapped around her still quaking body. 

As he softly stroked her hair, he whispered, "I love you, I always have." 

She smiled as she lay her head on his chest and softly replied, "I know, and I love you."

Together like that, they drifted off to sleep.

End

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Him and I



The early morning light came through the window as the sun gently rose to bring the day of all days.

Today was the day when I would meet the man of my dreams, that big beautiful stud, oh I had waited so long for this.

I would start with a nice long soak in the tub and apply all the skin softeners, also to repeatedly shave my entire body so as to be girly smooth. My long blonde hair now down to my shoulders with a hint of streak in it was soft and silky.

When I was washed and powdered I began laying out my clothes for the day, a black pushup bra to help enhance my pert breasts along with black panties to match, black garter and black fishnet hose and of course five inch stiletto heels, my black leather skirt just long enough to cover my pert little bottom and don't forget the white ruffled blouse just to add the brightness needed to make me glow.

There already to go and he won't be here for another 3 hours, time goes so slow when anticipating the night.

At last it was time to dress, the hose feels so nice caressing my legs, I can't help but rub them, but not to much as I might not be able to contain myself, don't want to stain my clothes. There the blouse is on, push up my breasts and fluff the blouse, dawn the heels wellah. Girl you look hotter than hot.

The door bell rings and I become so nervous that I'm trembling, but I answer the door with a smile and feast upon him, he is all he had told me, oh we chatted on the net for almost a month before I got the nerve to tell him where I was.

I could tell he liked what he saw by the broad smile, as we embraced his big strong arms held me tight and as I looked up at him he kissed me. Not that little peck type either, a lot of tongue and as I melted into it I returned the same, finally when it broke, we smiled at each other and sighed.

Come on, we can't do this now, we have a big night, as he swept me away with his big arm around me, out the door we went.

The restaurant was pure perfection, I felt so much like a women now, I could feel the eyes on me and him thinking get away suckers she is mine.

After dinner, we headed off to a show and as we sat there and held hands, this man was such a gentleman, I will do anything for him.

We headed back to his Hotel room and wow was it plush, big king size bed, pillows galore, then we embraced again, this time I gave totally into him.

We kissed and he started to undress me, my skirt fell and my blouse was soon to follow, his hands were needing my now erect nipples through by black bra and as his head fell and engulfed my right nipple, his hands needed my pert little bottom.

Breaking free, I twirled around showing myself to him, bending and turning, running my hands up and down my sides. I started to undo my stockings and he yelled, No, No, don't take them off, I like the way the line runs up the back of your stockings!

He patted the bed next to him and that was all I needed, I slithered over to him, standing in front of him, he reached out for me dragging me onto the bed beside him.

As we began making out, his hand cupping my butt, his thick middle finger rubbed my aching hole, oh as he rubbed the hotter I became, moaning and breathing so hard I would never catch my breath.

I pulled him up off the bed and knelt in front of him, I had to see his manhood, as I dropped his pants I leaned in and gently nibbled his now erect cock, my god it felt enormous through his briefs.

Reaching in I freed his now dripping tool and was taken back by it, it had to be at least nine inches long and I couldn't get my fingers around it.

Kissing the tip and savoring his precum, I was very impressed with my man, not only a gentleman but a hung one.

My first night as a woman was more than I could ever imagine, I worked the tip and started sucking on the knob fitting all I could into my mouth. His balls were big also and they did not have to wait long to be adored too. First one then the other I let them pop from my mouth only to lick my way back up his cock. Stopping at the head to slide even more into my mouth and suck, ah more precum, he did taste great. He started to complain he was about to cum, I moved down kissing his balls and then lower to his taint and gently sucking the mound he begged me to stop because he would cum, in a last effort I moved even lower to kiss his brown, the musk of my man almost made me cum, as I licked he pulled me up and started kissing me again.

Looking deep into his eyes I said I need you in me and he said not yet as he would like to return the favor I had just done to him.

Removing my panties he admired my now erect cock all seven inches, he bent forward and engulfed the knob swallowing just about half of it and in a few seconds was rewarded with the most intense orgasm I have ever had, I didn't think I would ever stop cumming. He drank all of me and then slid up to share his reward with me.

As we kissed and shared my cum, he very gently slid his finger in my now ready hole a little more spit and the second one was in too, the third was all I could take and shot another load up between us, baby I think I'm ready for you now as I raised my self up over his engorged cock, moving back placed a big drool on his tool and went to work working my way down onto it.

His now fully engorged monster was sliding around on my virgin hole and kept stabbing at it, stopping long enough to position it, I lowered myself down as that enormous head began to spread me. Fully lubed the head popped in and as I jumped from the sharp pain it inflicted, I was so glad to have it in me. As the moments passed I was able to slide down more and more until I felt his short pubic hairs touching my cheeks.

The feeling was incredible I never felt so full in my whole life and as it throbbed wave after wave of pleasure cursed through me from my bum and outward.

He moved up and kissed me while he held still, buried to the hilt, I looked down and said I love you. With that he rubbed my now rock hard cock which made everything feel so much nicer.

His monster started to soar in and out of me, I was whimpering like a little girl, fucking like never before, savoring the feelings running through me. Then it happened and as he swelled I started to cum again and again triggering him to explode deep, deep inside of me.

His cum was so hot it almost hurt and I could feel it leaking out around his cock and down my legs. Oh baby fill me with your hot sperm, make me pregnant I will have your baby, I'll do anything for you darling.

As I laid on top of him with his hard piece still buried deep in me, I looked into his eyes and saw the love he had for me. I gave myself to him completely hoping this would be the way it would be.

Smiling at me he said turn around so we can sixty-nine, I want to taste you! His cock was still hard as I took him into my mouth and wallowing it around I could taste his cum and me. 

His mouth engulfed my now ridged member and as he deep throated it I oh-ed in pleasure, never having been deep throated before.

He kept on until he felt me go stiff and rigid and I squirted shot again shot of another load into his waiting mouth, he drank it all down and moving up he sucked both of my balls and up around my now gaping hole with his baby making sperm running out of it. Not to be out down by me, sucked on my hole and licking up his juices until there was none left.

The mans cock never went down and as I climbed off of him collapsing on the bed face down, he was on me, kissing my neck, he was nestled in my now slippery butt crack only to find my open hole or should I say his pussy. As he slipped it in to my now pussy with one push he bottomed out and fell asleep.

Now the light was again coming through the window as like the morning before, softly waking us both, he stirred some and realizing where he was, stared to work in me, the sound became very sloppy and loud as he pounded away at me, me whimpering like the night before, he soon swelled and began filling me again with but another load, never pulling out, he said there some more for you, my sperm was all over the sheets now and turning my head up, I said baby fuck me all you want until I get pregnant with your little girl, because I'll always be your little girl.



Him Ch. 02



As they enter the shower. His lips find hers once more. Tasting His cum mixed with the taste of her all at once. Whispering softly to her. “My name is Nick.” And yours?

Still overwhelmed by His handling of her and the lust He built within her softly stammering “mine is Liz.” 

Taking her hand, leading them both into the large shower. The hot water streaming down upon the sweating flesh. 

“Ohhh.” she cried. As the hot water ran across the burning parts of her ass.

Chuckling in His mind. Nick’s hand reaching down gently kneading the plush flesh there. Knowing it stung but finding it incredibly erotic that she didn’t fight Him over it and knew He was sure this was her first time with anything like this. Gently nuzzling her neck. Tongue glides out slowly dragging from base of neck to the ear. Biting it tenderly. Feeling the lush curves press against Him as the ivory flesh begins to tremble in the heated water.

Thoughts moving a mile a minute. Liz’s mind screaming “what the hell did you just get yourself into?” Shaking a little but His hot tongue distracting her to no end. Wondering how she let Him hit her with that paddle. Why did she allow Him to even guide her to His home without even knowing His damn name. What in the hell was in her drink earlier? All of this crazy through her head.

His finger tilts her chin. Nick’s blue eyes search for her lovely emeralds. Looking deep as His firm lips gain hers devouring them like a lion devouring a lamb. Moans escape her lips like music to His ears. Liz’s pale arms reach to grab His shoulders. Eyes closing as the heat begins to consume her again. Afraid of what might happen next but also afraid not to go further as she has never been so horny in her entire life. 

Leading her out of the shower, Nick stands there dripping upon the carpet. Holding out one towel. Not two just one. Waits in silence to see what she does. Liz looks around for another towel as emerald eyes drink in His dripping form. Wanting to touch Him again so bad. Bare feet pad behind Him. Pressing the towel to his back. Slowly in circular motions drying Him. Moving down the arms, the back, across His firm ass, down the legs. Moving to the front. Down His chest, placing light kisses as she goes, down His legs, finally back to His wonderful cock. Grins devilishly as she moves closer to it. Blowing gently the beads of wet slip away as the heat of the lovely mouth dries this area so well. Tongue delving out wrapping around the tip and teasing it with a gently suckle. 

Backing away, still on the floor unsure of what do to, what He wants. Oh god what if He is mad that I dried Him? Trembling as suddenly her hair wrapped in his powerful fist pulling her from the ground. Looking at her swollen lips. Leaning forward crushing His to hers. Tongue forcing its way into her sweet mouth. Rolling around it. Suckling upon the tenderness. Nick wraps the towel around her and pushes her back towards the bed. Liz’s ass still stinging as eyes land on the paddle. A surge of wetness flows between the silky thighs. Pulling the covers back Nick guides Liz to bed. Then crawls in beside her. Pulling her deep into His arms. 

Finally after about 20 minutes of just holding her He speaks. “You are wondering what has happened tonight?” or “what you have done?” Probably a lot of questions. Please voice them so that I may help you with them.” He said.

“Well I…I..have never been touched this way.” she stated. “I am unsure how You were able to do this without my protesting.” “Was I drugged?” she cried suddenly.

“No Liz.” He said reassuringly. “You were not drugged and you are ok.” He then began to explain the happenings. Explained about the lifestyle of Dominance and submission. How some women are submissives and do not realize it and how some men that are Dominants pick that right up and go with it. He noticed Liz in the bar and knew almost immediately she was submissive. Liz sat listening avidly but in shock. He also assured her that what she experienced tonight was very virginal. Nothing like what can happen and does happen. Liz was remarkably shocked. Had heard of kinky things like whips and chains and wearing all this vinyl and things but nothing like what He was discussing. He explained to her as well that what was occurring now was aftercare. What every good dominant gave to a submissive be she old or new. 

“What is aftercare?” queried Liz.

“Aftercare is where the submissive is allowed time to wind down out of subspace that place of intense feelings where everything is stimulated and you feel almost on overload. Then the questions begin within. The self doubting and the confusion.” “This time is for the Dominant to care for you and help you understand what you did and what happened and how natural and ok it was.” He said.

Liz shook her head in understanding. Her heart began to slow as she relaxed more an more into His arms. Nick’s strong body lean against her plush curves. He leaned down and kissed her gently. 

“ You have pleased me well girl.” He whispered

Shocked Liz looked at Him then at herself. For the life of her she could not figure out how this handsome man would want someone like her. She started out with the question when

“Silence girl.” He said commandingly. “ I do not want to hear anything on that subject.” “You please me that is all that matters here.”

“Please forgive me Nick.” she begged. “I am not used to being pleasing.” “Most think I am to fat.” she coughed out.

“Shhhh babe.” He said. “All will be well.”

His hand between her thighs now. Slowly and methodically rolling over her pearl. Down the slit and up again. Liz’s pearly whites bit hard into her lip as the excitement built once again. Pressing her hips into the bed refusing to lift them though desperate for His touch. Nick knew she was fighting Him and also knew one day He would have to teach her that lesson of no fighting the Dominant. Suddenly two fingers slid easily into her hot wet pussy. Fingers gripped His arms as hips began to meet the rhythm He ensued. God she is so hot and such a slut. Nick was pleased with his find. Her hand moving down between them, wrapping around His thick cock. Moving up and down it at the same rhythm. Imagining Him deep inside her. Squeezing His hard tissue. Their moans mingling as the pressure begins to build for them both. In and out, up and down. Tongue intertwine, teeth biting lips as the rhythm isn’t broken. Increasing it as Liz was about to explode. Lifting hips higher to meet His fingers. Stroking His cock harder as she can’t hold back any longer. Suddenly Liz bucks wildly against His hand. Screaming out in the room. Pussy soaking His hand as spasms rip through the ivory flesh. Her hand still working magic wanting Him to cum to. Glazed eyes meet His as the kiss breaks. Her head ducks forward kissing Him again. Still gripping His fingers buried inside her tight hot hole. Fingers squeezing, hands stroking. Tongue licking His lips. Feeling that long length begin to swell and thicken. His fingers begin moving inside her hard and fast suddenly. Faster. Harder the noise within the room of her juices fills their ears. Slamming into her as her hands continue manipulating that awesome flesh. Nick adds a third finger to her cunt. “Cum NOW Liz NOW.” He screams.

Just them they both explode. His cum shooting across her belly. Her juices soaking His hand dripping down upon His body. Her hand filled with His thick goo. Liz’s leg trembling from the force of the orgasm. Gasping for air as the waves of passion roll over and over. 

Liz lifts up seeing His cum upon her hand and her belly. Begins to rub it into her flesh. Leaning forward taking the tip of the cum soaked cock and licking it. Suckling. Moving the pink tissue up and down the thick length. Getting all the cream off. Feeling His hand in her hair as she deep throats Him. Nick holds her their. His body on fire just to pump this beauties mouth. Liz swallowing His tip as it is so long. Finally allowing her up. His smile radiates His gorgeous features. 

“Liz hon.” said Nick “You my dear are a natural slut.” “In a good way not bad.” “You are a submissive but you have to decide if you wish to find out what that really means.” He watched her as He explained. “Over time a submissive answers to One whom she calls her Master or owner.” “Sometimes she is collared to Him first and then her training begins.” “Other times she is trained without collar and submits to another.” 

“Nick” said Liz. “All I know is You do things to me that I have never felt before.” “I do not know if I could turn away from it.” “I don’t know what You want from me.” 

Nick held Liz through the rest of the night. He took her three more times greedily and passionately the first two. Then slowed the pace down and took her with care stretching her, priming her, giving her a glimpse of what there was to be offered………………….

Nick and Liz had a lot to talk about. But would she run in fear of what He brought out in her? Or will she stay and become enslaved by His power over her?

niyah2



Him Ch. 02



They stepped out of the alley and back on to the sidewalk. Her arm linked with his, holding it tightly. He flagged down a cab, and they hopped inside. She gave the driver her address and off they went. His fingers were entwined with hers, as she rested her head on his shoulder. They didn't say a word during the entire ride back to her place. 

The warmth of their powerful orgasm still flowing through their bodies. But they both knew that their night wasn't over yet. She kept her arousal up by subtly squeezing her thighs together. She knew this was rubbing off on her new found lover, as she could see his bulge starting to grow in his pants. 

She smiled to herself and squeezed his hand tightly. He mimicked her hand squeeze and kissed the top of her head. Before they knew it, the cab pulled up at her building. He paid the driver, and they quickly got out and entered the building. He followed her closely, his eyes glued to her ass and hips as they swung hypnotically to and fro. They waited quietly for the elevator doors to open, then stepped inside. 

The moment the doors shut, she found herself with her back pushed up against the elevator wall and his lips mashed against hers. She opened her mouth wide and accepted his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. She could feel him grinding his bulge into her, and she responded in kind. But all too quickly the elevator arrived at their floor. They composed themselves and walked down the hall to her door. She pulled the keys out of her purse. Her hands trembling with anticipation, she fumbled to get the door open.

She managed to unlock the door, and they were inside in a blink of an eye. He shut and locked door behind them. She turned and faced him. He slowly started towards her. As he moved forward he started peeling off his shirt. She started backing up, unbuttoning her blouse, and dropping it on the floor along with his shirt. She quickly removed her bra, and started to unzip her skirt. He was busy unbuttoning his pants, and kicking off his shoes. She let her skirt drop to the floor, and pulled off her boots. He dropped his boxer briefs, and his huge cock sprung free. Her eyes were instantly drawn to it, and she unconsciously licked her lips. She got her boots off as he approached her. 

"Get on your knees, Kaiya." 

She dropped, and looked up into Graeme's eyes. Her gaze communicated her lust, desire, and willingness to do anything he asked. He moved closer to her, placing his cock less than an inch away from her quivering lips. Her eyes locked on the bulging, purple cockhead. She noted some precum leaking out. Her mouth opened slightly, and she licked her lips again. Graeme noted her reaction. 

"You want something, don't you, Kaiya?" He asked. 

Her eyes never left his pulsing cock. "Yes, Graeme." She whispered.

"What is it that you want?"

"I want your cock."

"What do you want to do with my cock? Do you want to suck it?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want to suck your cock."

"Say 'Please Graeme, let me suck your cock.'"

"Please Graeme, let me suck your cock."

He smiled, and gently placed his hand at the back of her head. "Ok, Kaiya. You can suck my cock." 

His approval sent shivers down her spine. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and used the tip to lift the precum off his cock. She got her first taste of him as she brought her tongue back into her mouth. She savored his sweet and salty flavor for a moment before her tongue snaked out over his cockhead. She slowly circled his head with her tongue, covering every inch with her saliva. She then slid her tongue down the underside of his long shaft, slowly tracing the vein right down to the base of his cock. 

As she reached the bottom, she gently lifted his cock with her hand, and then started licking her way back up, using broad tongue strokes, slicking up his cock. She reached his cockhead again, and slowly opened her mouth. He saw her mouth open, and gently pushed her head towards his throbbing cock. He was desperate to feel her warm mouth around his shaft, but he didn't want to let her know it. 

Kaiya felt the pressure at the back of her head. Her clit throbbed and her cunt pulsed as Graeme gently forced her towards his cock. 

"God I can't wait to swallow his cock!" she thought to herself. 

His cockhead crossed her lips and entered her hot mouth. They both moaned in pleasure. The vibrations of her moan traveled down his shaft and into his balls like lightning. Her cunt convulsed as her oral fixation was being fed. She sucked on his cockhead gently, bringing the remaining precum into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his head sending waves of pleasure through his body. She sucked and swirled for what seemed like hours to him, before she started to take more of his cock deeper into her mouth. 

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, Kaiya took Graeme's rock hard cock deep into her mouth, and down her throat. Her tongue slipping and sliding all over his length. She savored the familiar flavor of her own juices from their furious fuck in the alley not to long ago. Her nose finally touched the shaved area at the base of his cock. She had all 8.5 inches of his cock in her mouth and throat. Her cunt was on fire, and her juices were dripping down her leg. She had to slip a few fingers inside her hole to give herself some relief. Her mind was racing, and so were her fingers. She looked up at her lover. He was looking right at her, looking deep into her soul. She could see the lust in his eyes, and could feel the pure sexual energy this man radiated. 

She moaned again and sent shivers through out his muscled body, and began to bob her head up and down his cock. Slowly up, and slowly down. His entire length moving in and out of her mouth. Their eyes never parted gaze, as he guided her motions with his hand. Her fingers dipping in and out of her hot, dripping cunt, spreading her juices over her lips and around her throbbing clit. Each stroke of his shaft and her clit sent jolts of ecstasy through every nerve of her body. 

Seeing her twitch in pleasure, and feeling the warmth of her mouth around his cock caused the pressure to build in his balls. He forced her to increase her pace, and she happily obliged. She increased her suction, and quickened her strokes. Her head bobbed faster and faster, while her fingers circled her clit faster and faster. She couldn't help moaning into his cock. The combined sensations he felt through his cock were incredible. 

"Mmmmm, yeaaaaa. Just like that little girl. Suck that big cock."

His words struck her clit like a lightning bolt. She came that very instant. Her whole body tensed, her fingers squeezed her clit, and she screamed in bliss. The cock in her mouth shook and reverberated with her orgasm. His balls tightened, and he cried out. He drove his hips forward, forcing his cock deep down her throat. His hands gripped her head, as his own orgasm took over. His cock twitched and shuddered in her mouth, then exploded. It shot spurt after spurt of hot cum down her throat. 

She was hit with another orgasm as the first jet of cum hit the back of her throat. She greedily drank his seed down. Spurt after spurt, gulp after gulp, she drank his cum. Together they rode wave after wave of orgasmic energy until she drained his cock. She slowly withdrew his still hard shaft from her mouth, being sure to suck the last little bit of cum from the tip. 

"Mmmmm, he tastes as good as he looks." She thought.

Despite his shaking knees from the intense orgasm he just experienced, Graeme lifted Kaiya to her feet. He planted his lips squarely on hers in a passionate kiss. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue in. He could taste himself in her mouth, but it certainly didn't bother him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tightly. She returned the embrace, as their tongues dueled. She suddenly felt weightless. He had scooped her up in his powerful arms, and began to carry her to the bedroom.

He laid her down gently, and slowly kissed his way down her throat, covering every inch of her skin with kisses. He slowly worked his way down across the top of her chest, and down to her right breast. He kissed a slow, spiraling circle in towards her erect nipple. 

Kaiya was writhing beneath Graeme's touch. Her mind was overloaded with pleasure, and her nerves were on fire. She caressed his back, and stroked his hair as he kissed his way over her nipple. He sucked the pink point into his mouth, and she gasped. She pulled his head into her breast as he drew his teeth across her tit. He isolated her erect nipple between his teeth and gently increased the pressure. She mewed at the sensation. He began to quickly flick his tongue tip across her nipple, back and forth. Kaiya began to gasp and moan, her fingers clenched Graeme's hair. He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, then slowly pulled away until it popped out of his mouth. Kaiya sighed at the loss of stimulation, but was quickly anticipating another round as Graeme kissed his way over to her other breast. 

He began his thorough method of kissing her breast in a slow spiral in towards her nipple. She began pushing her breast up towards him, eagerly awaiting his mouth. He smiled inwardly at her action and decided not to prolong her agony. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, and clenched it between his teeth. She shuddered at the pressure, as he began to work her nipple with his tongue tip. He bit her tit a little harder then sucked it deep into his mouth. She gasped as he slowly let her nipple slip from between his teeth until it popped out into the open.

Graeme looked up into Kaiya's eyes.Tthey were glazed over in sheer bliss as she moaned silently. He smiled and started kissing his way down between her breasts, and down her stomach. He slipped his tongue in her navel, and dragged his tongue from her navel, right down to the top of her cunt. He pulled his head back and admired the view. He inhaled deeply. He became dizzy with desire as her scent filled his lungs. He kissed around her swollen, bright pink cunt. He noted the stream of juice flowing out from between her folds. She knew he was teasing her, but she was going to have none of it, she shifted her body, trying to place her hot sex in front of his mouth. Graeme grinned but removed the smile from his face. SMACK! His hand came down on her cunt. Kaiya cried out in pure pleasure.

"I will eat you, when I'm ready to. Understand, little girl?" 

She nodded, her cunt throbbing after the sudden assault. He resumed his slow licking and kissing. His tongue licking the stream of juice flowing from her cunt. 

"God she tastes amazing. I could do this all day." Graeme thought to himself. 

He slowly started to part her lips with his tongue, her juices collecting on his tongue as he probed her sex. Kaiya endured minute after tortuous minute as Graeme's tongue teasingly probed her cunt. She ran her hands through his hair, trying to urge him deeper into her sex. Her arousal driving her insane with lust. 

"The minute his tongue touches my clit, I'm going to explode!" she thought.

And she did just that. Graeme had parted her lips with his fingers and pressed his tongue hard against her throbbing, swollen clit. 

Kaiya screamed. "GRAEMMMMMME!!"

She ground her cunt against his face, her hands pulling his head into her sex as a powerful orgasm wreaked sexual havoc through out her body. Graeme flicked his tongue tip across her clit, sending crashing waves of sexual energy through her over-sensitive clit. Her juices flowed out of her convulsing cunt, and dripped down his chin. Graeme pulled back after a few minutes, in order to allow her a short recovery period. Her whole body was twitching, her skin had a sheen of sweat. Her nipples were rock hard, and she was breathing like she had just finished a marathon.

But he wasn't finished. He shoved two fingers deep inside her. Kaiya's back arched instantly as another orgasm took her. Graeme dove down on her clit and began licking and sucking away. He pumped his two fingers in and out of her sopping wet cunt, being sure to hit her g-spot with each thrust. He sucked her clit hard into his mouth, and flicked his tongue tip across it as fast as he could. Each pass of his tongue caused Kaiya's orgasm to intensify. Her nerves were on fire, her body acting of its own volition, and she could barely see straight. All she could feel was the pure rapture that he was causing. 

"GOOOOD!! YESSSS! FUUUUCK! GRAEMMMMMME!" she screamed. And he heard every word.

Her orgasm was rubbing off on him, his cock was throbbing. He desperately wanted to be inside her again. He sucked her clit hard one more time, then pulled away. Kaiya collapsed, breathing hard, and sweating like crazy. She turned her head towards him, 

"Fuck me Graeme. Please. I need you inside me."

Graeme smiled, and got on his knees. "Get on all fours, Kaiya. Present your cunt to me. Now." He growled at her. 

Her dazed look, turned to pure animalistic lust. And she saw it in his eyes too. She rolled over, and got on all fours, and looked back at him. He moved forward. Graeme's cock was aching. His eyes were locked on her bright red cunt, swollen with arousal. Her juices dripping from it. He positioned his cock at her opening, and grabbed her hips. He slammed his cock in hard! 

"AHHHHHHHHH GOD!!" They both cried out together. 

Kaiya's cunt gripped his cock like a vice as another powerful orgasm shook her body. Then he started to thrust inside her. Her orgasm ended, but instantly another one began to build, and build quickly. Graeme pumped his rock hard cock in and out of her tight cunt. Despite cumming a short while ago, he was ready to explode again. He dug his fingers into her hips as he pulled himself deeper into her cunt with each thrust. Instinct had taken over in the two lovers, and he fucked his mate hard, moving towards his orgasm quickly.

Graeme grabbed Kaiya's black mane, and pulled her head back. Her cunt tightened its grip around his cock with this simple move. 

He leaned in, and placed his mouth by her ear, "I'm gonna cum, Kaiya. I'm gonna cum deep inside you."

"Cum inside me, Graeme, please." She responded.

Graeme thrust hard twice more, "AHHHHHHH KAIYA!!!!!"

"GRAEMMME!!!!!"

They climaxed in unison. The most intense orgasm either of them had ever experienced. Graeme shot a massive stream of white hot cum deep into Kaiya's cunt. Each pulse his cock made, intensified her own orgasm. For what seemed like an eternity, they rode their orgasm together until they finally collapsed together on her bed. Their sweating bodies molded together. He kissed her neck, and shoulder as he held her close to him. Her hands sought his out, and she entwined her fingers with his as tears once again streamed down her face. They both closed their eyes, and drifted off to sleep, happy and content.



Him Ch. 03



~~A special thanks to BDSMBill for his volunteer editing and his encouragement to keep writing.~~

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Liz left Nick’s house still feeling a little lost and dazed, but that was okay. He dropped her off at her car at the bar, and of course there was a note on the windshield. She knew before picking it up what it was going to say. Nick got out and walked to her car and noticed the paper as well.

“What is it Liz?”

“Oh, nothing, probably just a ticket Nick.”

About that time Nick grabbed her, pulling her face to look Him in the eye. “I won’t ask again Liz.” Liz’s tears began to fall as she did not want Him to read the note, but something inside made her hand it over to Nick.

Liz,

You fucking whore. I see you went and found someone to fuck around with on me. On ME!!! Of all people. After I treated you so well. You piece of shit slut. Fat cunt. I will come by and show you just what I mean about our relationship. You are not allowed to see ANYONE. Period. You better call me by noon today.

Jeff

Liz was visibly shaken ‘cause she knew Jeff could be violent. He was the state trooper that kept paging her in the bar. Nick reached out and gently slid a thumb over the tears that spilled over the reddened cheeks -- knowing the words said had hurt her -- knowing she had feelings for this guy and now felt even more insecure about herself.

Nick leaned forward, dragging her flush against His rock hard body, and pressed lips of steel against her soft pliant ones. He nibbled, licked, bit, and sucked on them until she was gasping for air. Liz was wet again already, the note almost forgotten.

“Liz, you are a beautiful woman, with a woman’s sexual desires. Have no shame in them. You are so sexy that just looking at you makes me want to bend you over your car right here and take you as hard as I can,” He said.

Liz blushed again, the tears drying up as her need had increased again, and wondering, “Would she ever see this man again? Would Nick just disappear after taking her to heights she had never been?”

Once more He leaned down, looking into her eyes. “Liz, I want to see you again, and again. I want to see you tonight. I will pick you up at 6pm,” He said.

Liz smiled, gave Him her address and phone number, and off they went in separate cars. Liz fumbled with the keys as the note now stared her in the face once more. What to do…

Liz slid onto the seats a little more carefully than usual. She was sore. Heading home, she entered the house, finding it silent. The message light was blinking, but right now she just wanted to take a hot bath. She ran up the steps to the bathroom. Her fingers twisted the knobs. The water began to flow with a smooth, trickling noise. The temperature was adjusted, the relaxing bath salts added, and Liz undressed and entered the steaming water.

She turned and looked herself over in the mirror. Is it possible this is me? She looked at the flushed skin, the radiant glow of happiness, and the eyes sparkling like raindrops. Crimson lips couldn’t conceal the smile that radiated across her features.

Liz settled down into the water. Having forgotten the flushed ass, an “ouch” permeated the air. She laid back and her thoughts drifted to last night. Hands slowly soaped up the skin, over the large breasts, around the areolas, and down the belly. Liz began to get hot as she felt His hands on her once more, moaning slightly as the cloth slid between her shaved petals. She gave a gasp at the tenderness there, but wanted more as the night replayed over and over.

Fingers began rubbing the clit harder as the other hand tweaked, pulled, and twisted the nipple of first one lovely breast, then the other. Oblivious to everything but the hot water and the thoughts of Nick, the sensations from her hands were consuming her. Liz felt the tight spiral as it started to build, the heat on her ass as she pressed two fingers deep into her slick, well-invoked, overwhelming lust.

Her hips lifted out of the water, pumping furiously fast. Her eyes closed as moan after moan escaped her parted lips. “Oh, god, I wish Nick were here,” screamed in her mind. Suddenly she screamed out as hands grabbed her from the water. All sexual desire turned cold and nothing but fear was left. Liz’s eyes flew open to see Jeff standing there. Looking down she could see His cock as it bulged against His pants. She had never played with herself in front of Him and now He was here.

“Hello Liz, did you have a good time fucking last night? Did the whore take it all?” He said.

“Jeff, stop it. You don’t own me. I can see whom I wish. You are married after all,” Liz shouted back.

Jeff smacked Liz across the face with a “Shut up bitch. Now it’s my turn to be fucked.” Jeff pushed her into the bedroom, where normally she had shared many a night with Him cuddled in His arms. Never having seen this side of Him, she was afraid. He looked at her ass and said “Ohhhh, my bitch likes it rough now, eh?”

His eyes got a darkness that Liz was desperate to get away from. He jerked His clothes off. His hands pushed her onto the bed on her belly. Jeff secured both arms, stretching them so that each was tied to the opposite bed post. He positioned her so that her belly and chest pressed the bed. Her ass was raised high in the air, thighs wide apart.

He saw the red marks on her ass and it just sent Him wild. Liz had never let Him do anything like that before. Liz’s tears fell wildly. She pleaded with Jeff to stop, that it was over. They were done. But Jeff was determined that if they were done, He was getting what He felt He deserved.

His bare hand smacked her ass hard. She screamed in protest. He smacked it over and over again, not like Nick had, but harder. Jeff’s hand slipped between her thighs and felt the dampness, which drove Him to slap harder, over and over until the flesh was purple. Only then did He take His rigid staff and shove it deep into her waiting hole.

Liz couldn’t help being wet. Nick had awakened a passion that just wouldn’t go to sleep for any reason, a passion that seemed to increase from being spanked. This was different, but she was still wet. Jeff slammed into the slick well over and over again. The juices glistened on His hard length. He was buried deep inside her, deeper than ever with this position, and the warmth from her ass brushed His skin.

Jeff pulled out. Liz thought, “Thank god, He is stopping and coming to His senses,” but no, Jeff had other plans. Suddenly she felt the head of His huge cock at the entrance to her ass. “No Jeff, please no!!!”

He lubed up the area and pushed forward. Jeff had never had anal sex and pushed too hard, too fast, and just rended her. Liz screamed out in pain as the thickness stretched her so wide, she tried breathing through the pain. He began pumping furiously. Jeff was lost in the tight ass. Almost cumming as He entered, He entered the ass three times before Liz heard His words, “Oh god, oh fuck, here it comes baby.”

She felt His spasms as load after load of the hot liquid slid into her tight ass. He lay down on top of her and panted. His body relaxed. Jeff pulled out and saw blood.

“Oh god, Liz, you are bleeding. I am sorry, Liz. I love you baby. Please forgive me? I never wanted to hurt you. I just can’t stand seeing you with another guy,” He said. His voice begged as her mind ignored His pleas. Finally He said, “Liz, you better clean yourself up. You’re bleeding.”

Jeff untied her. His mood turned black again. His next words sent chills to her very core. “You can never leave me, Liz. I won’t allow it to happen. Cheat on me again, Liz. Please do it again. Just know that if you do, I will kill the man, every man, any man you ever look at again,” He said.

Jeff left Liz lying there. Her body bled. Her eyes cried. The bruises showed already. Liz knew her ass was ripped, the cheeks purple. Her entire body hurt. Liz was terrified. She had to call Nick, to cancel tonight. She knew Jeff was serious. Liz dialed the phone. Nick answered on the first ring.

“Nick, I have to cancel the date tonight. I am sorry, but I am just not interested,” Liz said hurriedly.

“Liz, that isn’t true and we both know it,” Nick said.

They hung up with the date cancelled and no plans to see each other again, but that night at 6pm the doorbell rang. Liz walked gingerly down the stairs in her robe that covered the marks and the need for a pad on her ass. She opened the door and just about fainted because it was Nick. He had ignored her call and come anyway.

“Nick, please you have to go. You have to go now,” Liz pleaded. She panicked.

“No Liz, I am not leaving you until you tell me what is going on. Now start talking,” Nick demanded.

He grabbed her arm and she flinched. Nick looked puzzled. He pulled her into his arms and she gasped in what appeared to be pain. Nick instructed Liz to drop the robe. Tears welled in her eyes, but He had a certain way about Him that she could not deny His direction. Liz slowly slid the robe off the freckle covered shoulders. At first nothing but bare flesh was revealed. Slowly it worked its way down and still nothing.

Nick told her to turn around, and of course she did. As the robe dropped, the sharp intake of Nick’s breath made Liz know He was repulsed by her. She picked up the robe and ran up the stairs as quick as she could without injuring herself further. Nick was right behind her, blocking the door before she could lock Him out.

“Liz, I did not do this to you. What happened?” He said with concern.

“No Nick, you didn’t do this to me, but because I went out with you the married man I see decided that since I liked it rough He would show me rough.”

“Jesus, look at you,” Nick replied.

Nick went to the store, returning with some creams and lotions. He smoothed the soothing cream into the welts on her ass, making sure to coat the area well with the goop. He then treated the ripped hole with another type of cream that actually made it feel a lot better. The burning stopped, and Liz began to feel somewhat better. Nick went down to the kitchen and fixed them both some dinner, bringing it back up. They ate in silence.

Nick pulled her into His arms, kissing her gently and tenderly. Liz started to cry again as he held her tightly. She fell asleep in his arms, not waking until late the next morning. Nick was still there holding her. She looked up, saw Him awake, and smiled at Him. She knew it was over with Jeff and she was going to have to learn to trust Nick. He seemed too good to be true, but she refused to think that way.

“Liz, once you heal I will take you back to that place of pleasure you enjoyed so much. Until then, my arms, my touch, and my kisses will have to be enough,” He said.

Liz clung to Him and basked in His care for the next few days. Finally, she was healed. During this time Jeff had called a couple of times. Nick answered the phone each time. He told Jeff He had evidence of Jeff’s violent nature, and that if He ever came around Liz again He would be locked up. Liz prayed that would be the end of Jeff but she was so unsure. He was very persistent. He would probably interfere again before everything ended for good.

Nick told Liz to get ready for a night out. He was taking her to the bar where they met. Her friends had called and were going to be there. He kissed her, catching her lip between His teeth, applying some pressure as His hands roamed to her ass. Cupping the plush flesh, he squeezed it until she ached for Him. Nick broke the kiss and said He would return by 8pm.

Liz took a quick shower. She did her hair, making sure it shined and looked the best it ever had. Her face once again was a radiant glow. She walked with ease to the closet. Fingers pulled out a forest green shirt that was sheer, so one could see the bra she chose beneath it once it was on. She picked out a lighter green bra to wear, and a pair of black jeans. As she pulled the thigh-high hose over the smooth flesh, the mirror revealed the material sculpting her calf, coming up over her knee to rest just below her shaved petals.

Liz pulled on her jeans, feeling them slide over the thigh-highs and the dark green thong. The material kissed the succulent flesh beneath. It sent shivers of heat to her hot, wet pussy. Liz added the bra, and then the shirt. Her trembling fingers applied a light amount of make-up. She made sure to accent the deep emerald eyes.

Liz grabbed her coat and headed downstairs, checked her appearance in the mirror again, and waited for Nick. Nick showed up, and when she opened the door her breath caught. Nick was dressed deviously handsome. She didn’t want to leave the house. She just wanted to stay there and explore the delights He had promised were coming.

“You look great, Liz. I could almost forget going out, but not quite,” He said.

Liz blushed, thanked Him, and followed the handsome form out to the car after the front door was secured.

Liz slid over the leather seat of His car and inhaled the Halston cologne He wore. Liz felt the ache between her thighs and the wetness that had dampened her thong. She wondered if He could smell it over her Eternity perfume. He smiled as He settled on the seat beside her. As he drove to the club, talk was light -- nothing serious as his hand gripped hers in a light hold.

His thumb rubbed over the top of her hand. She smiled as shivers ran up and down her spine at His touch. Liz anticipated later tonight, clad ass tingling lightly at the thought of His hands there.

They entered the club. Liz’s cheeks were flushed from the ride over. Her friends asked questions as they had not heard from her in over a week or more. Her best friend even wondered what was going on. Liz asked Nick if she could go to the bathroom with Lori. Of course He said “yes,” but she asked anyway.

Again her friend was like, “What is up with all this permission stuff?” Liz gave her a short explanation of what had been happening, and what happened with Jeff. Lori was just in shock as she hugged Liz tightly, saying how sorry she was for all of this mess. They left the bathroom with her friend knowing just how happy she was with Nick.

Nick had a booth for them, and he stood up, which allowed her to slide in beside him. His lips touched hers briefly in the softest of kisses. Liz began to ignite. Her thoughts for days now had been His touch and the heights He carried her to in His arms -- delicious thoughts of decadence and naughtiness.

Her thoughts let her be a sexual being that had repressed her desires for far too long. They sat until the music began playing something sexy and sensual. He pulled her out of the booth to the dark dance floor. Nick wrapped Liz within His arms, which began to build the fire that would threaten to consume her by night’s end. His body ground against hers to the rhythm of decadence.

She lost herself in the erotic feelings and responded with abandon. Her friends were at the bar and saw them, and even Lori was shocked. The two of them were so into each other that they were oblivious to everything and everyone except themselves and their sexuality.

Liz lost herself in the erotic music. She allowed Nick to lead her where He willed and touch her as He wanted. Finally the dance ended. Liz’s face was flushed and her nipples were rock hard and visible through the sheer blouse. The couple left the dance floor hand and hand. Nick decided it was time to go. Liz said goodbye to her shocked friends, all of whom could not believe her sudden change.

Out the door they went, rushing to the car. Once inside, Nick leaned over and kissed Liz thoroughly. He guided her hand to His wooden hardness. Liz squeezed her thighs together tight, trying with each squeeze to relieve the ache there. Tongues warmed over tongues as her hand massaged Him through His jeans. Liz moaned into His mouth as His hand began to unbutton the sheer material that had teased Him all night, pulling the shirt off. Seeing that dark green against that so pale flesh had further incited Him.


Nick had been waiting, wanting to be sure Liz was healed and ready to further their play. Her nipples and body against Him on the dance floor told Him she was ready. He would take it easy again this time, nothing too intense, but He would put her in that space again. She lusted for it and He could tell. Her hand rubbed more urgently, as if massaging His cock would make her get off faster.

He broke off the kiss and whispered very softly for her to open her thighs. She was not to close them, clench them, or do any other movement that would relieve the tension building in that hot little clit. Liz’s bright eyes popped open as His whisper reached to the very core of her sex. She opened her thighs and realized just how tightly she had been squeezing them. Nick moved her hand from His crotch, started the car, and drove towards His house.

He watched her closely as she sat against the leather seat. Liz’s thighs parted widely. There was no blouse, just the dark bra that covered lush flesh beneath. Nick stopped a moment and kissed her again. Fingers felt for the clasp of the bra, removing it completely with one, fluid motion. Nick smiled as He watched Liz’s blush suffuse those lovely cheeks. His hands covered the ivory globes, tweaking and teasing the rocks of flesh. He leaned down gently and kissed each one.

Liz’s hands automatically moved to His head. Her back arched, trying to push more of the bare flesh into His hot mouth. Nick slowly removed her hands and returned to driving.

Nick pulled the car into the driveway. Liz’s thoughts were running rampant as memories of the last time at this house consumed her. She had never sat half naked in a car before. She was beet red with embarrassment, but it was for Nick, and something told her to take it and go with the flow. He opened her door and helped her out, unlocking the front door and leading her straight to the bedroom.

Neither seemed able to wait. Both wanted the other badly. Liz stopped at the door of the bedroom, emerald eyes once again drinking in the things that hung along the walls, dropped from the ceilings, and rested on the floor. It made her uneasy, her imagination too virginal to even comprehend the pleasure that would be revealed from those various items. 

Nick lay upon the bed covers. He looked at Liz as she stood there so doe-eyed it was almost comical. He asked her if she trusted Him and she immediately said “yes,” but would that trust go far enough for Him to lead her down this beautiful path of dominance and submission, discovering fetishes she probably had never heard of yet, let alone ever participated in, but soon she would. Liz stood there with just her jeans and boots on, bra and shirt long gone in the car.

Nick instructed Liz to remove her jeans and put them on the black chair near the bathroom. Liz slowly unbuttoned the jeans. She attempted to tease Him as her fingers shook from nerves, but her body was on fire and all she wanted was to feel Him inside her, pushing her over the edge like the last time. Liz removed the boots, and then the jeans finally were off. Soft hands placed both items on the chair. Nick’s tongue slipped out slowly and slid over His bottom lip.

Liz walked towards Him in nothing but black thigh high hose. Nick told her to stop. He instructed her that to come to Him she must ask, that it was a privilege to be in His bed. Liz faltered, and apologized profusely, explained she didn’t know or understand. Nick’s voice was a “shhhhhhh” as He crooked His finger, instructing her to the bed. She crawled upon the bed and knelt there.

Liz had no idea exactly what she was doing. It was just a natural feeling to kneel there before Him. His hand reached out, grabbed a huge handful of flame colored curls, and pulled her hard against Him. Lips met, tongues danced, and His hands filled with the luscious globes of flesh. He pulled on the nipples and elicited moan after moan from the supplicant Liz. He loved how she responded in His arms.




Him Ch. 03



God, she was like clay, and He was going to mold her and keep her. Liz was soaking wet. She nipped at His lower lip. The nip caused a hard pull upon her left nipple, which caused a loud noise to escape into His mouth, but the surprising thing to Liz was the intense heat that was left in its wake.

Nick pulled her closer, so her body was against His. He rubbed his large hands up and down her back, and over her bare ass. His fingers teased the little rose pucker between the tense cheeks. Liz was so wet she left a spot on His jeans. The kiss deepened as the passion began to rise. Nick’s cock was straining at the jeans, but He was determined to take this slow. Liz needed it slow this time after what Jeff had done to her. His head leaned forward as His mouth wrapped around the taut bud, sucking it deep into His heated mouth. 

Liz rubbed herself against His leg with each suckle of the sensitive flesh. Oh god, it was pure pleasure that built within her belly. She ground against Him, wanting more. Liz lost herself in the pleasure of the moment. Over and over His hands did new things -- a pinch on the ass, a light slap, nails dragging over her flesh in sensitive spots. Every nerve ending came alive faster than Liz could think.

Nick pulled Liz over His lap. Once again her ass was high in the air -- so pale, so in need of color, He thought. Suddenly the smack came loud and clear to Liz’s ear at about the same time the heat consumed the left cheek. Liz gasped loudly at the shock of the smack and then again another smack, and another. Suddenly Nick’s fingers were buried deep in her wet pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” she cried out as one hand dipped in and out and the other blushed her ass good. The heat emanating from the smacks caused her well to drip more and more. Liz began tossing her head as the emotions were so overwhelming, the stimulus almost something she couldn’t handle. Grinding against His fingers but moving with each smack, her bottom began to pump up to meet the smack and then down to meet the ramming fingers as she began to relax in His touch, trusting Him.

The heat of the spank was so intense that Liz was ready to cum quickly, grinding on His fingers, crying for more. Nick urged her on with words of, “What a good girl, a good slut. That’s it, keep going,” he was saying.

Liz was losing herself in the passion. Suddenly she screamed loudly, her pussy flooding His hand as the spasms milked His fingers. Nick smiled as he felt the precum hit His jeans. God she was hot. Liz rode the waves. Millions of bright lights exploded behind her eyes as her body convulsed in passion.

Liz’s breath was panting, gasping, shaken by such an intense orgasm. Nick was saying something, but she missed part of it and had to ask Him to start over. He explained to her that this orgasm was a gift. The next one she would have to beg for. Liz was shocked. Beg to cum? Her mind was reeling. One look in His eyes though, and she melted. She would do anything to please Him.

Nick pulled His drenched hand from between her legs, showing her the juices she had exploded out. She blushed again at such heat as Nick’s fingers rubbed the wetness over her lips, instructing her to suck His fingers. Liz’s tongue peeked out, wrapped around one finger, sucked it deep in her mouth, and moved her lips on it like she would His cock later that night. She sucked until all His fingers were clean. Nick leaned forward, claiming her mouth. They tasted her sex upon their lips, and it made both become greedy for more.

Nick wanted Liz wilder, though. He knew she was ready for something new, but what could He possibly think of now. Nick left Liz on the bed and went downstairs to get a couple of things. Liz heard Him rumbling around but wasn’t sure what He was up to. He returned with a glass with ice. Liz felt goose bumps at the thought of ice. Nick set the glass down and took her lips to His once again. He reached over and grasped a piece of ice without her knowledge.

Nick slowly circled her reddened ass with the chilled piece of rock. Liz screeched slightly as the very hot ass met the very cold ice. His tongue rolled over hers, giving Liz different sensations all at the same time. His free hand caressed the hard peak, twisted, and rolled it until Liz writhed in His arms. She felt everything at once -- goose bumps, chill, heat, lust, desire, passion.

Liz couldn’t concentrate. The sensations drove her wild. Her ass felt very cold as Nick slid the ice cube into her rectum. Slowly of course, but ohhhhh, god how it felt. His hand came down upon her ass cheek again. The heat stormed over the bare flesh. The cold within her ass burned after a couple of minutes, matching the flames against the red cheeks.

Nick’s hand found the wet slit again and His thumb and forefinger rolled over the clit, tugging on it. Nick made Liz squirm with need. Liz moaned louder and louder. Her hips lifted and ground against His hand, though all He did was tease the swollen clit. Liz’s limbs shook as the pleasure consumed her. Over and over again His hand spanked, as His other hand tweaked the pearl.

The ice melted in her ass and dripped upon the bed. Which dripped worse, the ice or her well-swollen, sexy cunt? 

The edge was so close. Her hips undulated underneath His ministrations. Wanting more and more, Liz’s soft sounds begged. She pleaded as the desire overtook her writhing form. He pulled her clit far from her shaved petals. Nick’s hand was relentless in its touch. Liz screamed as the spiral was so tight she was about to explode.

She pleaded loud, and then louder still. “PLEASE NICK, please!!!!”

His ears were pierced by her cries. He slid three fingers deep inside her. The tight hole so wet. Nick leaned down and whispered to her, “Cum now, slut.”

Liz exploded in a puddle of molten lava. She had never cum like this. She floated on air. Lights of numerous colors danced behind her closed eyes. Her body shivered and trembled as her pussy clamped His fingers, milking them like it was His hard cock deep inside her. The smell filled the air with her lust.

His lips pressed to hers once more. Nick devoured her mouth as she rode the waves of the most wonderful feeling she had ever had in her life. Nick knew there was more to come, but for now He was letting her enjoy the moment. Perhaps next time…



Him First



I have written several stories about my wife and her love for black cock. All are true. But this one is FICTION, drawn from what my wife said she wished she had done.



John and Mary were getting married, both were virgins, the only thing about sex was that they enjoyed oral only until they were finally married.

On their wedding day they were talking when Mary said to John.

"Honey I am a virgin and you are too, and I want someone else to open my cunt for you."

John laughed at her and with a smile told her.

"I have thought about that too, and it is ok with me as long as I can watch"

"OK but honey I want it to be a black man."

"OK I was thinking that way also and know just the man that would love to fuck you."

"Who".

"Tony, the limo driver."

"Oh that's nice he's the same edge we are, have you talked to him about it?"

"Yes, and he's eager to fuck you in the motel room we are going to be at when we leave the reception."

Mary had been on the pill for a month and was ready for sex and didn't expect them to use condums.

They drove to the motel made all the reservations and left the car there and took a bus back to the church.

After the receptiom Mary changed clothes and returned to John dressed in onyl a short skirt and very tight blouse the top 4 buttons open showing a lot of cleavage.

Her figure was vert neat, 5'4", 120lbs, brunette, and waist at 34. stomache at 22, and breasts at 38dd.

As they went to the limo, Tony suggested that she sit in the front and john sit in back. He opend the door for her and she sat on the seat with her legs onthe ground, then with Tony watching she put one leg in the auto showing him her shaven cunt. then she was in the car. Tony looked at her saying "Oh that is nice" closed the door and went to the other side and sat next to her. John watched as he tookMarys hand and placed it on his crotch, the fly open and his cock was visable for Mary to hand on to it. 

"Oh" she exclaimed.

Tony asked "something wrong"

"No it's just you're so big. willit hurt me"

"Yes I am larger than many but we wil be sure you can take it"

John had a real hard onand was afraid he'd cum before they got to the motel as he watched his wife play with Tonys hard cock, then watched as she leaned over and took the head in her mouth, and slsowly sucked on it till they reached the motel.

At the motel Tony quickly opened the door for her and watched as she slowly put one leg on the ground showing Tony her shaven cunt.

Tony commented "Oh let's get inside I can't want to get me cock in to you"

Mary and John hugged each other and arm in arm went to the motel room, followed by Tony.

Once inside they quickly stripped and soon Tony and Mary were on one bed as John watched.

As Tony slowly opened her legs wide and fingfered her cunt then rolled atop of her placing his cock at the entry. Then he stopped with his cock about an inch in her he looked at John and then Mary and asked "Is this what you want."

Both Mary and John looked at each other and said "Yes" almost together.

He looked at Mary and told her "here goes your cherry: and pushed into her mayabe 6 inches as she moaned the pain,

"Oh it's gone and now you can fill me, Oh John it feels so good in me. She wrapped her legs around his waist and told Tony "Fuck me good"

Tony looked at John and told him "she's a tight cunt and I'm ging to cum quick the first time."

It didn' take long before Mary climaxed for the third time as Tony kept up fucking her and soon told her here it comes, do you want it in you or not."

"Oh fuck me and cum inside of me this first time, I'll suck you later, fuck me now deeply".

Tony did as he was asked to do and soon he was spraying her insides with a lot of cum that soon was dripping out of her.

"Oh I liked that and I want you to know you can fuck me any time you want. We're going to be here for the week."

"Oh I like that and can stay the night and will fuck you more, but it is John's turn now"

Tony pulled his cock out of Mary and soon John was in her as they made love.

Afterward Tony told them "I want to fuck you some more later in the week but I am going to be out of town tomorrow and the rest of the week. But I know a couple of black guys that would love to fuck you OK"

With John laying on one side of her and Tony on the other side she told him "OK, and remember you can come to fuck me anytime you want we'll give you our address and phone number before you leave in the morning, now fuck me again and John gets ready to make love again"

John and Mary made love two more times before morning. Tony fucked her 3 times and they actually fell asleep with his cock in Mary as she hugged her husband.

After a fairwell fuck Tony left the two of them alone. Mary and John talked about what had taken place and that they still have two more black men coming to fuck her. They husseled at washing and dressing to get something to eat. Mary wore the short skirt and blouse that she wore last night again with the cleavage showing a lot of her lovely tits, and her clean shaven cunt. 

AS they walked tothe motel diner MAry told John "I loved being fucked by Tony and glad that he is sending two more black men to us, did yiu like seeing it?"

"Yes and I will like to see more black men fuck you. Watching that black cock slip into your cunt was great."

They entered the diner and a black man led them to the table, in a corner and away from others and as they sat down asked "Are you the friends of Tony?"

"Yes, why"

"Oh when he left he told me that you would be in and that he is paying for the meal." As he said in a low tone voice that he was looking down Mary's blouse at her tits and said "He was right you have a nice pair of tits just right for sucking and fucking", He added

"He told me you liked black cock, feel and tell me if you'd like mine in you."

Noone could see as Mary ran her had up his crotch and then talking to John she said "Yes I'd like that in me". He smiled at her and ran his hand down her dress and cupped one of her tits saying "ok I willbe down when you finish breakfast."

They finished eating and as they were ready to leave the waiter came to them saying "Remember it's free and I'm coming with you."

As they walked to the room the waiter had her tits out and was cupping them until they reached the room. Once inside it took no time at all before John was watching his naked wife spread her legs and watched as the waiter's black cock slipped into her cunt. Both of them climaxed almost at once and as he pulled his now very wet cock for Mary to suck her told them There are 5 more black guys at the diner that would love to fuck you shall I send them doen one at a time"

For the next three house Mary was being filled with black cocks and their cum as nine differnt black men showed at the door.

Later the two men came that Tony told her would be there and they spent the night fucking her as John watched and at different time was able to make love to her as well. He enjoyed feeling the cum that they had put in her cover his own cock as he shot his cum in Mary as well.

This couple found out the one man couldn't keep his wife happy.

********

My wife had this type of thoughts after she got fucked by her first black men she couldn't get enough and was always ready for one when it ws handed to her.



Him, Her, and Me



I'm in my late twenties, now, and I'm married, for the second time. But when my wife isn't around, I still like to masturbate. I think my masturbation habit developed after my divorce, when I didn't get to fuck as regularly as I like. 

When I play with my cock I usually think about having sex with women. As I stroke and fondle my penis I think about sucking erect nipples and licking wet pussies and about having my cock sucked by horny nude sluts. I make myself have an orgasm by thinking about sticking my penis into wet, ready vaginas, fucking like a goat until I made my imaginary nasty naked girls cum.

But a funny thing happened to me after that divorce. Ever since then, when I jack off I find myself thinking about having sex with men. While I fantasize about sliding my penis into a warm, slippery cunt, suddenly the thought of sucking a hard cock at the same time comes up, and I get really, really aroused. Sometimes I work my finger up into my anus while I masturbate. I imagine myself fucking a guy in the asshole, playing with his erect, throbbing cock. In my fantasy a naked girl watches us and plays with her clit and gives me her pussy to lick. Masturbation daydreams like this make me so horny that I often orgasm right then and there, squirting hot, thick, white cum all over my bed or the shower.

And a while ago, shortly after the divorce, I met a couple who made these dreams come true.

I met them running in the park. I just happened to be running behind this couple on the trail, and they really caught my eye. They were obviously experienced runners. It showed; her butt was tight and sweet under her cute little shorts. I slowed down to run behind them so I could watch her ass crack switch back and forth under the tight, smooth cloth. The cheeks of her round, hard little butt pumped and flexed as she ran. There was just enough fat on her ass that her ass cheeks jiggled a little with each step. My ex-wife had an ass like that. I thought about my ex-wife's ass. I wondered if this girl's ass, naked, looked like my ex-wife's ass, naked. I started getting an erection as I ran.

Then those new tendencies popped up. I started to notice that the guy's butt was nice, too. I found myself thinking nasty thoughts about his asshole and penis. I wondered if he was wearing a jock strap or if his cock was bouncing as he ran. My erection stirred as I watched the two of them move. 

I ran up alongside them. She had blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing little blue running shorts and a tight white sleeveless T-shirt over a sports bra. Her round, full breasts bounced just deliciously when she ran. She had bigger tits than my ex-wife. I couldn't help but stare. She smiled at me. She seemed to like having her tits looked at. 

I struck up a conversation, which continued throughout the run. She kept smiling over at me as we talked. She had big brown eyes. A friend of mine once called the look a girl gives you when she wants you "the Fuck Look". All through the run she kept giving me the Fuck Look. 

He was a nice looking guy, very smiley and buff. They told me right away that they were married, but with as she kept looking at me with those hot eyes, I started to wonder what their relationship really was. When we got to the end of the run they invited me over to their place for dinner. 

When I got to their apartment she answered the door in a bathrobe. Her hair was wet. She told me she had just showered. I pictured her naked in the shower, and my cock throbbed a little. Her husband came in, and we shook hands and said "hi".

Dinner was delicious: some kind of chicken with rice, with a sort of chocolate mousse pie for desert. They had a great red wine, and we all drank a lot of it.. During dinner she kept giving me the Fuck Look. Her robe was open enough that I could see the full swell of her beautiful breasts. I couldn't help but stare. Every time she caught me looking at her tits, she smiled. With the Fuck Smile. Her eyes smoldered with lust. I kept looking at her husband, but he didn't notice or didn't care.

After dinner we went into their living room. We sat around and drank wine and talked. She was still in her bathrobe. The way she sat curled up on the sofa made the robe ride up off her legs, and I could see a little sliver of her ass. Then she moved in a way that caused the robe to fall open in the front. I could see most of one breast, soft and full and round. I even saw the edge of her pinkish brown nipple. She was obviously completely naked under the robe. My cock was stiff in my pants.

We were all getting a little drunk. The conversation turned to sex. She told a dirty joke about King Kong's penis. I told another penis joke, then her husband did too. We all began joking and talking about fucking and sucking and tits and pussies and cocks and assholes. 

She told me they had a porn collection, and she asked me if I liked porn. I said "yes", of course. She asked me if I wanted to see some of it. "Yes, please." What else? I couldn't wait.

Her husband brought out some DVDs and put one in. It was an orgy movie, with about twenty naked men and women fingering and licking and sucking and fucking each other in every way possible. Girls were eating each other's cunts and sucking each other's tits and getting fucked in every hole by multiple men. Men were wildly fucking the girls' pussies and mouths and asses and sucking each other's cocks and licking and fingering and fucking each other's assholes. Naked, writhing men and women were fucking and sucking and masturbating each other to orgasm all over the place. 

I was sitting next to her on the couch while we watched the porn. Her husband was on the her other side. I could feel the heat of her body through our clothes. Her breathing was getting harder and harder. She put her hand on my thigh and began softly stroking my leg as we watched.

A scene came up in the movie where a girl was getting fucked in the asshole. She was on her knees, masturbating herself as some guys took turns sodomizing her. Her fingers were rubbing and penetrating her wet pussy while stiff, bulging penises plunged in and out of her red, stretched anus. She was squirming and bucking with pleasure, wildly humping the hard cocks that went up her ass. Her naked body was glistening with the sweat of sexual excitement. 

"Do you guys ever do that?" I asked, jokingly. "Every day," she said, giggling. "Usually three or four times," he said. We all laughed.

Then the camera in the video panned to two men making love to each other. They were sixty-nining, sucking each other's hard dicks. Then one guy climbed on top of the other and lowered his asshole down over the other guy's stiff prick. First his erect penis was waving around as he humped his asshole on the other guy's cock, then the other guy began to masturbate him, stroking his penis as they fucked.

"Do you ever do that?" she asked. "I'd like to," I said. "I would too." he said. "I'd like to watch," she murmered. My heart was beating hard. 

She was panting softly now, her body moving against me in a steady, sensual rhythm. As we watched the people fuck, she began stroking my leg, higher and higher, until she was softly bumping her hand against the tip of my erection through my pants. I glanced over at them. Her husband had his hand under her robe between her legs. It looked like he was rubbing her there in rhythm with the movements of her pelvis. He was finger-fucking her pussy right there in front of me. And she was enjoying it. Her hand was stroking right across the head of my penis by this time. She masturbated me through my pants with one hand. Then she slipped her other hand into her robe and began playing with her breast and nipple under the soft cloth.

Her husband slid her bathrobe off her other breast. He leaned over and started sucking it, squeezing it and kissing her nipple. She was moaning softly. She leaned up to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her tongue slid deep into my mouth, and mine into hers. We licked each other's tongues. She slid the rest of her bathrobe off her tit and put my hand against her big, soft, full breast. As I caressed and squeezed her nipple she leaned back and a shudder of ecstasy ran through her. Her husband's hand was working her under the bathrobe, stroking and fondling her vagina.

She suddenly got up and shifted her position, lowering herself onto her husband's lap. "Oh, oh, oh my God!" she moaned. I hadn't noticed until now that his pants were around his ankles. His penis was naked. She had just sat on his cock. She began fucking herself on him, moving her body up and down on his penis, gasping and moaning. His hand was between her legs, stroking her clitoris as they fucked. Her robe had fallen off both of her tits. They were gloriously naked, round and soft and full. Her nipples were stiff with excitement. She was caressing herself, squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipples. 

I got up and slid off my pants. My erect dick was throbbing with excitement. I moved over and brushed the tip of my cock against her face. She immediately took my penis in her hand, opened her mouth wide, and slid her warm, moist lips over the head of my dick. She stroked my dick head with her tongue and lips, looking up at me, her eyes half closed with sexual excitement.. She took my penis out of her mouth for a moment and said, with a soft smile, Yum." 

She wiggled her bathrobe all the way off. Totally naked, her body glistening with the sweat of her sexual heat, she began to stroke and suck my erect dick in rhythm with her fucking. 

Her husband was masturbating her steadily as she worked her pussy up and down on his cock. She moaned and panted harder and harder. She was sucking my penis so hard it almost hurt. Then she took my prick out of her mouth again and looked up at me pleadingly. 

"Lick me, please," she said softly, her voice thick and heavy with sex. 

I got down on my knees in front of them and looked at his big, throbbing cock sliding in and out of her wet, naked pussy. His penis was dripping with her vaginal secretions. Her cunt was quivering and spasming with pleasure as he fucked it. It looked so delicious! I had to taste it. I buried my face in her wet crotch and rubbed my lips and tongue against their genitals. I licked her pussy lips and his hard penis shaft and her swollen, excited clitoris. Her vagina was hot and fragrant and dripping. Her clitoris felt electric against my tongue. His penis and her cunt lips and her hot, erect, clit throbbed and pulsed against my lips and mouth and face. I rubbed my hard cock against her leg as I licked and kissed and tasted their sex organs.

Suddenly she shouted and writhed. "Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh my God!" She jerked and spasmed as orgasm after orgasm shook her body. Her pussy suddenly became very wet against my face. I licked harder and she shrieked with pleasure, then pulled my face away. Then, a moment later, she pushed my mouth back into her crotch. Her husband was still fucking her steadily. I licked her to another orgasm and she moaned and spasmed again and pulled me away. When she pushed my face back into her crotch I began licking her again, but her husband's penis slipped out of her quivering vagina and right into my mouth. I loved it! I moved my lips over the hot head of his penis, then took his cock deep into my mouth. She was moving her hips feverishly, gasping and whining with excitement, trying to find his penis as I sucked it. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and pushed it back into her vagina with my lips. She let out a little cry of pleasure and began fucking again. 

Together we worked her clit and pussy to several more orgasms. Every now and then, as he fucked her and I licked her, he'd let his penis slip out into my mouth and I'd suck his cock for a little while before putting it back into her vagina. 

Her orgasms were getting softer and softer. Then he grunted and moaned. I felt his testicles tighten against my face. I felt his penis throb hard and his hips quivered under my hands. His cock and her pussy became very wet against my mouth, and I smelled and tasted the unmistakeable yeasty, saltiness of sperm. His cum ran out of her orgasming pussy, down his cock and onto my face and mouth and tongue. And as I licked up his orgasm, she came again, harder than she had all night. She screamed with pleasure. Her pussy clenched and spasmed and her sex juice oozed out of her vagina to mingle with his sperm in my mouth. 

They humped and squirmed against each other for a little while as I licked them. Then his cock got softer and softer, and their movements got gentler and gentler until finally they lay still together and his wet, limp penis slipped out of her. I wasn't licking them now. I just watched them. Snuggled naked against each other, they kind of sank down in a heap on the couch and fell sound asleep. 

I looked at them and softly fondled my dick. They looked so pretty, so cute, somehow, tangled naked together asleep like. The only problem was, I hadn't had an orgasm yet. My penis was hard as rock and I was horny as hell. I went into the kitchen and got some chicken and pie and a glass of wine. I liked walking around their apartment naked, with an erection. 

The TV was still on. The DVD player had been on all this time, but the porn movie had long since run out, and the movie intro was playing and re-playing on the screen. I found the remote by the couch, turned the sound down, and searched the scenes until I found the one we had been watching when we started to fuck. I sat down in front of the couch, pushed play, and as I watched the people fuck I ate and masturbated. After I finished the food and wine I just masturbated.

After a while I heard the couple stir. She stretched and got up to go to the bathroom. She stroked my shoulders as she walked by me, and looked down at my cock. "Nice." she said.

I heard her take a shower. When she came back she sat down beside me. She smelled good. Her hair was up in a towel, but the rest of her was naked. 

"It seems like a waste," she said, "A nice, hard penis like that, all alone." She leaned into my lap and took my cock in her mouth. Her stiff, tingling nipples brushed against my leg as she sucked me. 

She played with my dick. I heard him get up and go to the bathroom. He took a shower too. Then he came back, naked also, his cock very erect. She was kneeling on all fours, sucking my dick. He knelt down behind her and slid his penis up into her pussy from behind. 

He fucked her for a while. It was distracting her from sucking my cock. She kept stopping to have little sex spasms. Finally she turned around to him and said, "Bring that thing over here." He pulled his prick out of her. He came and straddled my legs. I was laying down by this time. He rubbed the tip of his penis against the head of my cock. Then he took both of our penises in his hands and masurbated himself against my dick, squeezing and caressing our erections together. His penis was dripping wet with her sex juice. Mine was wet with her spit. Our slippery cocks rubbed against each other deliciously as he jacked us off. She licked and kissed our dick heads as he fondled them. Then she lifted her ass up over us and lowered her wet cunt onto our penises. She tried to get both of them into her pussy at once, but her vagina was too small, and she finally satisfied herself with rubbing her clit and pussy lips against the heads of our cocks. Every now and then the head of one of our penises would pop into her cunt and she would cry out with pleasure and we would all laugh.

Finally she stopped. "I want to watch you fuck." she whispered, looking back and forth from her husband to me. She looked at me, then at her husband. "He really does love sex with men sometimes," she said. My heart leapt, and my cock got suddenly even stiffer.

We all stood up. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He walked in behind us. He stroked my butt as he followed, squeezing my butt cheek and running his fingers up and down the crack of my ass. 

They had a big king sized double bed. She by the bed and stood facing us, so sweetly naked. She stroked her body up and down, caressing her big breasts and pressing her fingers into her wet slit. Her tits were so tasty looking; full and round; her big, stiff nipples were sticking out with excitement. 

I glanced at his cock. It was was standing up stiff. Mine was throbbing, it was so hard. I couldn't resist her nipples. I reached out and gently took them between my fingers and played with them, squeezing and pinching and pulling them. She smiled and kissed me, rubbing and pressing my erect dick. 

Then she turned to him. She took his penis in her hand and pressed it. He kissed her, squeezing and caressing her naked breasts and ass, and she kissed him back. It was so delicious to see their nude bodies together. Then she kissed down his body, rubbing her tits against him, until she got to his cock. She nuzzled his erect penis for a minute, then took the head of it in her mouth. She knelt in front of him. Her hand was between her legs. She masturbated as she sucked his cock. Then she reached up between his legs and stroked his testicles and ass. At one point he gasped, as she slid her finger in and out of his asshole while she sucked him. I was masturbating too. 

She stood up, took his hand, and put it against her pussy. As he stroked her wet cunt, she leaned over and whispered something to him. He laid down on the bed, smiling, and opened his legs. His cock was completely erect; red and throbbing. The veins were standing out on the sides of his penis, and his dick head was swollen and shiny with erection. She climbed on top of him and lowered her vagina onto his face. She laid down on his body and worked her cunt against his mouth. As she rubbed her nipples against his belly, she took the head of his penis in her mouth, reached around his ass, and pulled his butt cheeks apart. She had moistened his asshole with her her sex juice, and it was wrinkled and shiny and open and wet. 

Suddenly she sat up and looked at me with a smile. "You need to be lubricated," she said. She turned and bent over and pressed her ass against my hard cock. Her cunt lips pushed out between her butt cheeks. She worked her wet vagina against my penis until my cock slid up into her. She moaned with delight. Her pussy was warm and soft and slippery. She twitched and gasped, and her cunt contracted in spasms around my dick. 

She gasped. "OK," she said, "That's enough. Your turn." She scrambled back onto the bed beside her husband and began playing with herself. 

I knew what she wanted me to do. I lowered myself over his naked body and pressed the head of my cock against his anus. He moaned and pushed himself against me. I pressed gently, then harder, until the head of my penis slid slowly up into his ass. His rectum was warm and soft and wet and very tight against my excited penis. I penetrated all the way into his rectum, then drew my penis out, then in again, building up a steady fucking rhythm. He was squirming and moaning with delight. She was kneeling on beside us on the bed, rubbing her clit as she watched us. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it as I fucked. I pumped his hot asshole harder and harder, until his body was shaking and twitching with excitement. 

Suddenly she jumped up and pushed my hand away and sat on him. She slid her vagina down over his penis and began working herself up and down on his cock. She was masturbating herself as she fucked. I could feel her fingers working against her clitoris while I pushed my dick into his hot, tasty little ass over and over again. 

Then he moaned: "Oh, shit! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum right now!" Suddenly his asshole contracted and spasmed against my cock. I felt his testicles move and his penis stiffen as he squirted his orgasm into her. She screamed out, "Oh God! Oh God!", and her body shook and twisted. She cried out again and again as she wildly pressed and stroked and masturbated her clit. I felt my orgasm gathering in my testicles, then my balls and cock and ass filled with the sweetest sexual pleasure and I squirted stream after stream of sperm deep up into his hot rectum.




Him, Her, and Me



It was such a delicious orgasm. We just clung to each other like that for a long time, savoring it. After a while my limp penis slipped out of his asshole. She kind of collapsed off his soft, wet cock and laid down on the bed. We all sort of crawled into comfortable positions and fell asleep.

I woke up several hours later. I had to check the clock twice. I had no idea I had been sleeping that long. It had felt like a few minutes. It was about 3:00 am. The room smelled like shit. I wondered what it was, then I realized that it was my cock. It was covered with brownish film of mixed sperm, sex juice, and excrement. Anal sex is exciting, but it smells really bad. I got up and went to the shower to clean myself.

As I was washing my penis and testicles in the shower (very carefully!) she came into the bathroom. I could tell it was her. I heard the toilet flush (and the shower water suddenly got very hot) and she stepped into the shower with me. She saw what I was doing and began to laugh. "Disgusting, isn't it?" she said, giggling. "Now you get that thing nice and clean. I might need it."

"In fact," she said, "I'll help you." She knelt down in front of me and began gently washing my penis and testicles. Her hands were soft and tender. She was far more careful than I ever am. My penis began to get erect. "Hmmm," she said. "I might just need this right now." She leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth, She caressed it with her lips and tongue, licking it and kissing and masturbating the shaft it until I had a full-on throbbing erection. 

She stood up, turned around, bent over, and pushed her ass out. "Fuck me." she said. I rubbed my penis against her butt crack and cunt lips until I found her opening, then pushed my cock deep into her wet, soft warmness. She gasped, and I felt her vagina spasm. "God, that's nice." she whispered. The hot water was pouring down my back as I fucked her harder and harder. I could feel her masturbating her clitoris as my penis penetrated her. Finally her body shook and she moaned and her pussy quivered and clenched again and again. 

Hot electric feelings flooded her vagina, making the head of my penis feel incredibly sweet. I couldn't stand it. An ecstatic sexual pleasure filled my testicles and ass and cock. I felt like my whole body was cumming. I squirted stream after stream of hot sperm up into her cunt as she orgasmed over and over. She practically collapsed in the tub. We fucked as long as we could, working every little last drop of pleasure out of our orgasms. Finally my penis softened a little and I slipped out of her. We stood naked, clinging to each other as the hot water ran over our trembling bodies.

I finally left her in the shower and went to get dressed. I had to go home. I had to work the next day. When I went into the bedroom to say goodby and thank you, they were both sound asleep, so I just wrote them a note with my phone number and email, left it on the kitchen table, and exited the apartment as quietly as I could. 

I never saw or heard from those guys again. I was not surprised, and it was okay. I never tried to look them up or find them. The whole experience had a once-in-a-lifetime feel about it. Plus, I was worried about disease. The whole episode had been unprotected. But I had myself checked out, and I was completely clean, so I felt lucky. However, I didn't want to chance it again, especially with people who fuck strangers they have just met that day in the park. 

And shortly after that I met the girl who is now my second wife, and my life changed completely. I only tried to contact those guys once: I told my wife about the experience, and she wanted to meet them. She wanted to have an orgy, which shows you what kind of girl she is; that's one reason I married her. So I went to their apartment, but they didn't live there any more.

But I remember my one and only bisexual experience happily. Sometimes I talk about that experience with my wife. I usually talk about it while we're fucking. It almost always makes her have an orgasm.



Him, Her, Him



Disclaimer: This story is about consenting adults engaging in sexual acts. It includes male bisexuality and elements of dominance and submission. It is however, a psycho-erotic story. 

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He was well organized. A planner. His attention to detail was highlighted by his fetishes and how thoroughly he thought those through. He had us provide him with our cell phone numbers and made sure that we had the blue tooth receivers that we could put in our ears. 

The instructions were clear and simple. Dress consisted of long over coats and shoes. Her's were specific -- strappy high heals. Shoes she has only worn a handful of times and only on special occasions. I was on my own with regard to footwear. 

The weather played to my advantage. I opted for boots to try to hide my exposed legs. It was April and wet with a slight chill. While I looked ridiculous at least it wasn't completely inconsistent with what I should be wearing. She looked normal. Nothing particularly stood out with her look.

We looked at each other and were both apprehensive. It was in her eyes and I'm sure mine, as well. Our kiss was short but passionate. My arousal was thick and heavy between my legs. We walked out the door.

The walk to the car felt like prom night. Nervous, excited, unsure. In the car she distracted herself with her phone and I was lost in thought. The beep from the earpiece broke my trance. The, now familiar, voice was equally as confident, but had a harder more demanding presence. My sudden tension got her attention and my monosyllabic responses heightened the mystery for her.

It was a hotel that I was familiar with. I had never been inside but passed it a number of times. Never gave it a second thought. Now I will never forget it. The parking garage was at the bottom. Hundreds of feet of excavation to allow the upper level unobstructed views of the city. It was a typical subterranean structure. Dark, gloomy and seemingly desolate. Most parking garages were like that. Except for special events, no matter the time of day they always seemed to be devoid of people. Later, I would come to appreciate this observation.

The walk out of the garage was normal. Our somewhat mismatched and odd appearances were masked by the variety of the city. The stroll around the block was almost normal. A slight respite from the fantasy that we were walking into. The shops looked warm and inviting in contrast to the gray drizzle that cloaked the streets. People bustled in coffee shops and ducked into bars and boutiques. We rounded the next corner. A side street. Less of a buzz but some lone stores. Stores that wanted a piece of the action but couldn't afford the rent on the front street. 

Per his instructions, I found the address. It was an ice cream shop. Didn't appear to be a chain, but probably could have been. Not that it mattered whatsoever. She was confused. Rightfully so. Her mind had her geared up for something much, much more. Surly this wasn't part of the plan and there was no way that I would deviate from it. Her quizzical look dissolved as I opened the door and ushered her in, briefly trailing my hand down to her ass. My arousal found its way back for a moment.

I walked to the counter and ordered a large cone. Plain vanilla, per his instructions. He was cerebral and the irony was not lost. She got nothing and remained silent. We exited the store quickly.

The side door to the hotel was about 5 strides from the ice cream shop and the rear bank of elevators was about 10 paces from there. As we ducked in, we could see through to the lobby. Brisk but not overly crowded. The elevators across the lobby got the most use. They polished chrome and glass with views of the lobby and outside world.

I began to sweat. Nerves and excitement. My hands were ice cold and my stomach knotted. His instructions were simple and clear. It was now a matter of performing. That's exactly what we were doing, performing for him.

The sound on her phone indicated that it was face-time and the click in my ear told me to listen. His words were quick and clipped. "Tell her to hold the phone out so that both of you are in the picture. You know the rest." Again, confusion, but with this game she caught on quickly. The doors closed, I pressed every button up to 14 and dropped to my knees.

She was shocked, surprised, but docile. Compliant. As she would be when he chose to play with us. As I spread her coat, I could see her beauty. The lighting, while not glamorous clearly made people look better. Good for business in a hotel, I guess. 

I was delicate at first, almost timid. I didn't want to topple the ice cream and I wasn't sure how all of this would play out. It was less than elegant, though. Clumsy. I lightly touched her sex with the ice cream. She startled from the cold sensation and the lewdness of the act. My warm tongue must have felt like heaven. I was thick again, I was acutely aware of my sex between my legs. She braced herself against the rails and I completed the pass. I licked her thickly and completely. It spawned a smile on her lips and I quickly stood and we covered ourselves as the doors slid open at floor two. No new passengers. The big doors rumpled and closed. Back down on my knees, a little more daring, a bit more ice cream. Looking up she was enjoying it more. Eyes closed, biting her lower lip. I spent a little longer licking the cream from her wet, sticky folds. Floor three. A passerby, but no new passengers. I repeated the procedure.

Floor four was not so lucky. There was a couple waiting. Maybe not a couple, but they were together. Convention-goers or friends. Fortunately they were in their own conversation so our appearance did not alarm them and our obvious tension went unnoticed. At least I hoped that to be the case.

Once inside, they looked quizzically at all of the numbers that were pressed. I flushed with fresh concern. They glanced at us. Our lack of response was as good as an admission, but there was nothing to say. I was trying to hide, not be noticed. The click in my ear startled me. I answered. I was sure that everyone could hear, his voice was clear, loud and booming. I made a sideways glance, but common sense kicked in and I composed myself. The earpiece was working and his words were pointed and raw. "Take a dollop of ice cream and spread it over her pussy." I panicked, but disguised it. Paranoia gripped me, but the logical place in my brain observed that the pair had resumed their conversation. I shuffled slightly to my left with my shoulder slightly in front of her. Checked the mirrors to make sure that no angle was revealing me. In a quick move, I lowered the cone, coated my finger with a glob and deftly swung it back and parted her coat. Her response was slightly audible, but with her mouth close to my ear I heard a guttural sound, softened by restraint and then a sharp inhale as the cool substance glided over her. Her initial reaction melted like the ice cream and she relaxed to accept my finger as it smoothed and probed her.

Floor five. The doors parted but we still had our guests. It felt like an eternity waiting for the ascent to resume. The earpiece hissed to life. "Enjoying the ride?" His voice was smooth and condescending. It shouldn't have been this way, but I started to get hard. I felt ashamed and conflicted, but intensely aroused. Moments ticked and he reprimanded me. "When I ask you a question, you answer." I dropped my head and as near a whisper as I could I said "yes".

I heard an impatient follow-up, "What was that?"

I repeated "Yes" a little bit louder. My response drew eyes. The pair and in the mirror I could see her watching.

The elevator car jerked to a stop. His lecture began. "You must remember one thing, I am the superior and you are the subordinate. You will address me clearly and with respect when spoken to. Is that clear?" my throat was dry and voice cracked, "yes....sir". It was out there. Heard by her. Heard by the strangers. It was somehow affirming for someone else to hear. I was embarrassed. It was the first time that I had addressed him as such. The pair looked at me as if confirming that something strange was going on. There was no denying it and I felt myself falling deeper into an erotic trance. 

Floor six. The doors rumbled open and the people stepped out. Relief washed over me but I could feel the heat from her gaze as the people shuffled out. She had questions, so many questions. We both did, but I had the voice. I was receiving the instructions. There were few, very few words, but I was being guided. I somehow knew more than the instructions were implying, but she was on an island. Gauging our situation by my reactions and responses. I was afraid to look at her. Afraid that it wasn't what he wanted me to do.

The doors closed. "Alone again, I see. Better get back to it, your ice cream is melting." Rang his voice. Dutifully, I knelt and resumed the ritual. Parting her coat, lubricating her sex with ice cream and licking it off. Floors seven, eight, nine were devoid of people. We resumed our rhythm and she was building some momentum. Eyes closed and reacting. Her foot braced herself on the wall as she thrust her hips forward.

Ding. Floor ten. A crowd of people. Staring, realizing that this car was going up and they were going down. Lucky. She was a mess and I was beyond composure. I could taste her on my lips mixed with the ice cream. My cock was hard and my balls felt heavy, sticky pre-cum was smeared inside of my coat. I could feel it's cool dampness on my leg.

Floor eleven. Three more to go. "Share your view with me. Take her phone down with you on your next repetition." I nodded to myself, turned and delicately stole the phone away from her. There was no resistance or questioning. She complied. I knelt between floors eleven and twelve. He was impressed with the view. No words, but an approving "mm-hmm" echoed in my ear. It was lewd, demeaning and unbelievably erotic. I panned up as the small screen captured her sticky, matted sex, her belly and the bottom swell of her breasts heaving with every breath. I held her face in the phone for a few seconds. Eyes closed -- from pleasure or humiliation, I don't know -- but she was entranced. His voice was low and gravelly. Somehow appropriate to the situation in a twisted way. "Lap the cream from her cunt, boy." Again vulgar and rude, but I did it. The words spurred me on. I lapped. I obeyed. The alteration to the plan distracted me. It distracted us both. When doors opened for floor twelve, I was kneeling and she was on display. 

No recovery could be quick enough. I turned abruptly and saw nobody. Down the hallway a maid's cart squeaked, but that was it. Laughter in my ear "You two are really naughty. That could have been embarrassing." amusement in his voice. "For the rest of the way, no licking. Finish with your ice cream and go to room 1412."

I complied. Floor thirteen. Doors opened and closed. She dared to speak to me. She leaned in close. Her voice a whisper. "I'm dripping." I glanced down and three small pools of milky white cream lay at her feet. I could see the drops running down her ankle. I felt playful. Maybe some reaction to being near the top or a brief respite of comic relief. I knelt and licked the cream from her ankle. It tasted salty, sweet and a bit tangy. She giggled and quickly composed herself as the car came to a stop and the doors opened on the fourteenth floor.

Her first few steps were unsure. Legs wobbly and tentative. I fumbled with the phone and the cone and shuffled out. We adjusted our paces and laced our fingers together. It was a pure moment. Could have been a first dance, a simple date or two lovers sharing a touch, we held hands and walked down the hall. Of course the circumstances were far from innocent and pure. We were, nonetheless, as nervous as our innocent counterparts. 

1402, 1404, 1406....we continued down the hallway to room 1412. It was like all of the other rooms. It was a hotel, of course it was. A tray sat outside the room. Some dishes, silverware and napkins piled on top. We shared a clichéd glance and I summoned the courage to knock on the door. Three restrained, meted out knocks. They were quite, conspiratorial. Not meant to be heard, but they resonated up and down the hallway. Announcing our arrival and our decision to continue. 

He waited. I know that he did. The room wasn't that big. It was maybe two minutes, but forever when you are nervous and apprehensive and aroused. The door opened fast, but controlled and he invited us in like a business acquaintance or salesman. I stepped forward and then gestured for her to go. It was an awkward little dance that summed up the confusion. Was this my show or hers? Should I lead us into uncertainty or should I be the gentleman? The answers are now clear. It was his show. Always his show. He chose our roles and we acted as expected.

She proceeded to enter and stopped at the end of the short hallway. I followed after closing the door. By all appearances everything was normal. 

That quickly evaporated when he offered to take my coat. His dark, dry sense of humor added to his air of command. Did I have a choice? He clearly left me none and held out his hand until I took my coat off. 

He was almost clinical in his actions. One would not have guessed the situation other than the fact that I was standing wearing nothing but boots in a hotel room in front of a man and my wife. He dropped my coat into a garbage bag, turned and directed me, "Please be a gentleman and help the lady with her coat." A twisted wry smile surfaced on his lips as he relished our discomfort. She blushed, dropped her head and started to shed the garment. I slide it down her arms and he proffered the bag. I dumped her coat in with mine, he bundled it up, strode purposefully to the door and placed the bag and contents on the tray.

My wife and I exchanged a glance, but he was back before I could read her. I still had the ice cream cone in my hand and it drew his attention. Still the polished host, he offered to take it. I sheepishly handed it to him and he took a minute to examine it as if it were a lost relic. He leaned forward, handed the cone to my wife. "Do be a dear and stick this on his cock." 

She appeared eager to follow his instructions because there was no hesitancy. She took my cock in her hand, the touch alone elicited a response and as I gradually hardened, she slid the creamy cone on to my manhood. He looked directly at me. "That is as close to your wife's pussy as you will get for tonight and the next week. Please enjoy." His laugh added the exclamation point to my woeful predicament. But by this point the pure cruelty acted as an aphrodisiac.

He walked back to a small table along the wall with two standard issue hotel chairs next to it. Sitting on a white plate was a sundae with whipped cream and a cherry on the top. He picked up a small desert spoon, dipped it in and savored the flavor. He sat down on a chair next to the table and motioned us closer. I shuffled forward and the cone fell from my cock. My wife stepped forward, trying to reclaim some modesty by covering herself.

He looked at me and asked, "How was your desert?" The laugh returned. My wife blushed and I dropped my head and replied, "good"

"Good? Good what?" He was agitated. 

"Good, Sir"

This time she could hear and I could see him. This wasn't just words or playing or in any way deniable. I was submitting. In fantasy or even play with a lover it was easy. Sexy. Fun. It could be explained in the moment or dismissed all together if it was conjured in my mind. This was real. It was real and my wife was watching. The act itself was tolerable. Given my state of arousal, it was easy. I was horny. We hadn't had sex in two weeks and I had no relief. The physical scene was just that, a scene. The truly difficult part was knowing -- or not knowing -- what she was thinking. Was she disappointed? Upset? Or excited? Tormenting me was her silence.

"It seems that you have some trouble remembering your place." He waved her over to the table, glanced up and smiled. "Would you like a lick?" Catching on, she replied a bit shakily, "Yes,...Sir." He smiled. Took the spoon and sucked off the remnants. He gestured with his hand and she was confused, but pieced it together. With gentle words, he coaxed her, "Have a lick, my dear." As she bent forward he unbuckled his pants. I could see her eyes widen, but she continued. A bit of the whipped cream dotted her mouth, and she wiped it away quickly. "I liked your little elevator show," he said smugly. "I think that I might enjoy something like that. Use your tongue and put some cream on my cock." She blushed again, but quickly followed through.

His cock lay on his thigh. 

This is debasing, beyond words. I would have never thought this let alone articulate it, but he was big. Not monstrous like a porn star, but he was a large man. Thick, heavy, meaty. He was bigger than myself, but not a lot. He was endowed. He knew it. I stared as her face moved closer, cream on her tongue, his length and girth expanding, uncoiling like a snake. She let the cream slide off and then spread it around like she was French kissing. He looked pleased. Appreciating the act and the sensation. I thought that this was it. No warm up, right to it. He was going to take her. Enjoy her and use her for his pleasure. He was going to degraded her and then take what he wanted. But he chose not to. She righted herself, looked at him uncertainly. His nod of approval brightened her face and she lowered her head in deference.

His manner towards me was not as kind. The sole stark word was "Kneel." I obeyed. He let that hang there for a while. Letting it sink in for her to see and me to understand. His pleasure came from the internal conflict that he could conjure. And he was good, very good. His next words were open for interpretation. He wanted to make me conclude it. Wanted to watch it happen "You have practice, you know what to do." Submission. 

I could have fought it or pretended to not understand. He knew it. He was smart. I wasn't there because I was fighting. I was there because I had been defeated. Defeated by my own erotic burdens and defeated by him. The last point to prove was reality. A reality that would haunt me and, in turn stimulate me for years. He didn't need to conquer the scene. At its element it was just another sex scene. Kinky, sure, but played out in movies and bedrooms. Perhaps a bit taboo, but nothing that the world hadn't seen. He wanted to make this a reality. Not a reality now, that could be reconciled as a one-time dalliance. He wanted to make clear that I was below him.

I crawled. Hands and knees. He allowed that much. He could have insisted that I scurry on knees only. Shuffling ridiculously across the floor. I was thankful even though this is what he wanted anyway. Nothing in it for him to make me look stupid. Watching me crawl, head down, cock dangling was what he wanted.

His tumescent member was smooth. I could understand why she might like it. I had never been that close to another man before. It was different than mine. Somehow fatter, smoother. His skin was perfect. No blemishes. I can't escape these memories. Seared into my mind.

His lack of words said everything. I just did it. Instinctual. Like some animal servicing and preparing the superior. At first I licked the cream. Dabbed at it. He let me find my way. I knew not to use my hands. He didn't want that. I knew that he wouldn't. I worked around and took the tip in and went further. He grew and I did my best to accommodate him. I slid my tongue around and began to slobber. I began to wonder how it would end. I couldn't just stop. He was in control. It was his choice.

It must have been five minutes. He was erect, but not close to orgasm. He changed. His demeanor. No longer the proper host. He was now the primal alpha male. He took his fist and glided it over his rod, pushing my face away. It signaled that I was done. I sat back on my heels. I, too, was hard. Disgracefully hard. He shed his clothes and there we were in a hotel room with the roles clear.




Him, Her, Him & Ass



Friday night, 10 PM. Her lover is out of town. Horny, she calls him at his hotel.

HER:"Hey, lover, what's up?"

HIM:"Hi, baby. I Just stepped out of the shower, drying myself off."

HER:"Mmmmmmmhhhh, I'm picturing you nice and naked and wet!"

HIM:"Naked and wet and... horny! Horny for you."

HER:"Music to my ears, lover! I'd love to be there to dry you off, then get you up on the bed on elbows and knees."

HIM:"And what would you do then?"

HER:"Something you know I love to do. I'd lick your asshole. Can I? Can I lick it?"

HIM:"Hell, yes! Eat it out!"

HER:"Oh yeah! I love those words. God I've always really liked to eat out guys' assholes. Wonder why that is?"

HIM:"You like ass, babe, you're such a bottom feeder!"

HER:"That I am. And I know just how excitable that sexy asshole of yours gets, lover. I'd spread you wide open and then just dig my wet, slippery tongue into that crack of yours. So spread those rugged male cheeks of yours wide open for me and let me snake my tongue between them and really eat you up, lover."

HIM:"Oh yeah, lick that hot hole of mine like you mean it, the way you always do. Let me feed it to you, let me feed you something I know you love to eat."

HER:"Uh huh! Feed it to me! I'm so fuckin' hungry for your ass. Want to feel me run my tongue all over your puckered hole as I rim it with raw hunger, flickering it over your anal love hole teasingly, tantalizingly? Feel me curl that strong, tongue of mine and snake it into your manhole as you push your hot muscled, smooth ass back against my face like a charged-up male slut in heat, greedy for the rimming of his life."

HIM:"That's me, babe. Greedy for the rimming of my life."

HER:"And lover? While I'm rimming you, while I'm eating out your red-hot, sexy ass? Would it be okay if I let a sleek young stud into the room? If the two of us have ourselves some company? A cute, sexy stud with a really spectacular penis, an ultra-thick, beautifully-shaped, steel hard 10" cock." HIM:"I think you could talk me into that."

HER:"He'd saunter over and feed you that cock of his while I just kept taking good care of your hot little butthole with my sexy, kittenish tongue. Wouldn't you just love that? Something big and thick and meaty to suck on while I lapped away at your hole."

HIM:"Oh yeah, babe. That would keep me busy just the way I like to be kept busy."

HER:"Uh huh! And as I keep lapping away, lover, why don't you reach around and grab hold of his hard male ass and draw him closer while you suck his massive cock and he works it hard and deep between your cocksucking lips. You could even wet a finger and stick it up his ass while you suck him. Bet he'd like that. Bet that'll make him extra hot so he'll fuck your mouth extra hard with his big cock while I fuck your ass with my hot, wet tongue."

HIM:"I like the sound of that, getting it at both ends."

HER:"That's right. Ass and mouth, you stud, mouth and ass."

HIM:"Tongue and cock, babe, tongue and cock."

HER:"And lover? After I've really eaten up your asshole, when my tongue is starting to get a little worn out, I'm gonna take the stud by the arm and drag him behind you with me. Then I'm going to grab hold of that incredible hard penis of his you've been sucking and stick the tip of it against the slick hole I've been licking."

HIM:"Goddamn, yes! Press that big, smooth cockhead against my hot manhole. You've licked my asshole and I've sucked his dick. And now I'm ready, babe."

HER:"Ready for what?"

HIM:"Ready to take his big dick up my ass, ready to get fucked!"

HER:"Goddamn! Do I ever love to hear you say that, you cock-loving slut! It really turns me on that you like to take dicks up the ass, that you love getting fucked."

HIM:"Hell, babe, you've worn out a couple of your dildos fucking my ass."

HER:"Dildos are cool, but there ain't nothing like the real thing. A hot, meaty penis for your ass, that's what you crave. You need a thick cock up your horny male fuckhole. You need it right now!"

HIM:"Oh yeah, hell yeah! Do it! Help him get it inside me!"

HER:"I love teasing you, lover, rubbing it against your hole. Making you really want it, beg for it. Go on and beg, let me hear you beg for it!"

HIM:"Give it to me, please give it to me, I really need it! I want those thick ten inches of rock hard male meat up my cock-loving ass!"

HER:"Fuck, yeah! Now feel me work it inside you inch by thick inch, helping him ease that cock of his up your ass so he can fuck you the way you need to get fucked. Feel good? Does it feel good to have all that thick cock buried inside?"

HIM:"Feels great, I fuckin' love it! "

HER:"I bet! I bet you love having him drive his potent bull cock inside your ass with deep, hard strokes, reaming you out with a young, virile stud's raw cock power." 

HIM:"You sure are right about that. And I really like having you stand there behind me, next to him, watching as he gets into his ass-fucking groove, working that shaft of his in deep, so, so deep, the whole giant dick buried inside me now, to the balls."

HER:"That's right, lover, to balls. Turns me on so much to look down and watch his balls slap against your ass, mash into your balls as he pounds every single one of those thick ten inches up your boycunt, up your fuckin' manhole. You know how much I love watching two good looking, masculine studs ass fuck for my viewing pleasure, don't you? I fuckin' love it!"

HIM

"Yes, babe, for your viewing pleasure. And later? After we take a break and go another round, you can rim his sexy ass for me and then watch me fuck it."

HER:"As long as you rim it with me first, lover. We can feast together at his hot manhole. And then you can give the stud the fucking of his life."

HIM:"That's a promise."

HER:"Well, lover, I've been standing there and watching him screw you long enough. Don't get me wrong, I love the show. But I'm hungry again and need something to eat. Bet you're wondering what that's gonna be? Could be his ass while he fucks you? Or your dick while you get fucked?"

HIM:"You know what I want, babe."

HER:"I sure as fuck do. I'm gonna come up front, drop to my knees and gaze at your big, beautiful steel hard cock, lover. Just look at it! So fucking stiff, standing up so straight and erect as you keep taking it up the ass. So aroused, so thick, the head so glossy and smooth. God, lover, it makes me shake all over just to look at it!"

HIM:"Don't just look at it, babe. Take it in your mouth and suck it! You've rimmed me like only you can, you've worked that stud boy's huge cock up my ass so he could fuck me. Now I need to have you suck my dick. I need to be sucked while I get fucked. Blow me, baby, blow me. When we first met you told me they used to call you 'Cocksucker Connie' in college. Now show me why."

HER

"Oh, I'll show you why, lover, you know I will. But first let me just hold it in my hand a little longer and look at it. You know how crazed I am for your cock, the sight and touch of it, not just the taste."

HIM:"Get an eyeful, babe, get a nice big eyeful while he keeps slamming it up my ass"

HER:"An eyeful, and now a mouthful."

HiM:"Damn, does that ever feel good! Suck it, babe, suck my dick. You look so good with your sexy lips wrapped around my thick cock."

HER:"Sucking it, lover, sucking it! Sucking your dick while you get fucked, don't you fuckin' love it!?"

HIM:"You know it, babe!"

HER:"And while I suck it, I'm gonna reach around and run my finger around the stretched rim of your asshole where he's busting it wide open with his thick piledriving cock. And with my other hand, I'm gonna cup those big, heavy cum-filled balls of yours."

HIM:"Do it, cup my balls, finger my wide-open rim. Reach around and have a good feel of just how much thick cock I'm taking up my ass."

HER:"Hell, you really are stretched wide" HIM:"Oh babe, I can feel it starting to throb inside me, his dick. Now I can feel him squirting, blasting his load into my ass. Fuck, he's really cumming like a motherfucker, like a cum cannon, throbbing like crazy, filling me up with hot sperm."

HER:"Oh lover, that must feel so good, so sexy! Him blasting off inside you like that, big time! Unloading from the tip of that cock, buried so fucking deep inside your ass. Bet it's going to make you cum any sec, cum in my cocksucking mouth."

HIM:"Fuck, yeah!"

HER:"Oh god, you're cumming! Your cock is really starting to throb like crazy too. I guess the combo of him fucking you, blasting his load inside you and me sucking you the way I'm sucking you took you right to the edge, huh?"

HIM:"Ohhhhhhhhh, babe...!"

HER:"Holy fuck! I know you cum buckets, but never like this! You're filling my mouth and I'm trying to swallow all I can, but there's so much, so fucking much! I'm swallowing and, still, that never ending load is filling up my mouth, spilling out of the corners of my lips, dripping down onto my tits. God, I love the taste of your semen. I'm tasting it, lover, in my mouth. And you're feeling his, in your ass! And my fingers are really whipping up a froth down between my legs. I know it's going to be so strong, so sharp, so intense....!"

HIM:"Oh fuck......!!!!"

HER:"Oh fuck.....!!!!" 



Him, Her, Him



"Kiss her." More guttural. Testosterone flowing, voice deepening. I stood and did. She accepted. Her hand discretely found my cock, moved past and cupped my balls. A very odd action, but I accepted. It was intense. My earlier fears were allayed. She was into this. Whatever this was and whatever part excited her, it was working.

He gave us time to embrace, but he was just getting the next rung of descent ready. He placed two washcloths on the floor about hip width apart. One thing was certain, he had particular, well thought out desires and he implemented them. 

I was incapable of shaping the scene. Unable to influence what happened next. That much was clear, clear at the outset and clear now that he was pulling the strings. I thought it odd but strangely I did trust him to lead us down whatever path he desired and I trusted that we would find some satisfaction in his warped little activities.

His voice broke the silence, "Next time I'll make you take the stairs.....now one foot on each cloth." I stood, as ordered. "We're going to see how much stamina you have." 

Turning to her, "Now kiss him and wrap your legs around him like he just got off of a plane." We fumbled but we ended up with her legs wrapped around me, her arms over my shoulders and I cupped her ass for added support. My erection was trapped between my belly and her sticky wet sex. I wanted more than anything to slide in, but my awareness was jarred away by a slap to my ass. "Keep her off of the floor. When you can't take anymore, ask me for help." 

Bizarre is one word that describes it, but I quickly lost my opinion on the activity and focused on my wife's kissing and the throbbing of my cock. I was like a man in the desert finding a glass of water. Her touch, her body had been distant for weeks. By his design, of course, but feeling her again consumed me. And then it became frustrating. He was clear, I was not allowed to enter her. This was going no farther. This was a tease. He tricked me into hope and now that was dashed.

Standing in a fixed position, holding another person is quite taxing. I think that I made it for five minutes and she started to slip. I fought it, tried to hold her, but for what? For something that I didn't know. Holding her wasn't the reward. Holding her and keeping her from whatever consequence he had devised was the reward. He let me conclude that. He let me develop my own fear. I reluctantly asked for help. 

He laughed, "That's why I'm here." He came up behind her. I could feel his hands touch mine as she got a boost. Then his cock pushed between us. I felt him. He felt big and solid. It was awkward, but somehow like a dance. We re-distributed her weight, his hands replaced mine under her ass as her arms hugged my neck. I hooked my arms under hers and cradled her head. I lost my balance and pressed back against the wall. Trapped. The position evolved, but I'm sure that he planned it like everything else. I kissed her intimately as I held her up. He peeled her body away from mine, leaving my cock bouncing irrelevantly in front of me. Her breath caught and she let out a long moan. She held my face and kissed me deeply. I knew what happened, didn't need to be told. It was clear. But he wanted to narrate, "You are so tight, darling.....It feels so good.....I can feel the length of my cock sliding against your velvety walls.....So warm, so wet." She cried, whimpered but loved it. He now stood between her legs. She was suspended like a superhero flying. Connected to my lips and his cock. She had to work, no relaxing. It must have taken a tremendous effort. I could feel her shake either due to exertion or orgasm. I'm not sure.

He did it slowly. Deliberately, just like everything else. I could see over her shoulder as he extracted his cock. A slow withdrawal, making her feel and think about every inch. Worry that he would put out and leave her empty. Make her involuntarily tighten around it. Hold on to it. His return thrust matched in complexity. Slight circular motions of his hips spiraled him deeper into her. Penetrating her, taking her. He was masterful, I heard it, felt it from her.

The pace stayed constant but her urgency grew. He dictated, she took it. He came. Not what I expected. His face betrayed him for the first time as the next few thrusts yielded his seed. He pumped her hard, leaving red marks on her hips where his grip had tightened. Stayed tight with her for a moment and let his cum flood her.

The act ended. He was back to the perfect, attentive host. It was controlled and sensual. Probably worse than if it had been primal. He was in control. In control of himself and us. He gently let her down. Now they were both facing me. Her in front of him. Coolly and naturally he spoke, "Lap up your cream, boy."

I sunk to my knees and saw it. Saw them and the result of their coupling. Disgusting, I'm sure. But it was erotic. He sensed my need for direction. "First the lady." I responded by gently tonguing my wife. She was swollen and used and deeply satisfied. I glanced up to see her glassy eyes staring down. Not sure that it was all in focus, but she watched as I licked her. Watched as his seed spilled out. He leaned in and whispered something to her. I asked later, but she said nothing. A slight smile crossed her lips. 

He gently guided her away. Over to the chair. He sat next to her and flatly stated, "Come here and show respect." I knew what he meant. I did it. No shame. Knelt like they were the King and Queen. Lowered my mouth to his cock. "Now, not too much, I'm sensitive...she's quite tight." He laughed. I gave his cock a lolly-pop kiss and sat back.

He abruptly sat up and dismissed us. Confused is an understatement. He escorted us to the door and showed us to the hall and handed us our keys, phones and my wallet. We were naked, filthy and dazed. Our bag with the coats was gone along with the tray. Panic set in as the door clicked shut. I led her to the stairs and we prayed the stairwell was empty. We descended 14 flights of stairs and continued down through the garage. A couple of people saw us, but we managed to make it to the car.

The ride home was awkward. I was nervous, on edge. Really horny. I was naked in my car in the city and my balls were aching. I couldn't think straight and I wanted comfort. She offered none. 

I don't think that it was intentional. She was sorting things out for herself. She was also pleasured by two men and had the luxury of the afterglow. Yes, it was kinky, crazy, unbelievable, but she basically had sex. With two men. The emotional aspect was complicated...for both of us, but I wanted, needed to share something with her. A laugh, or some sort of agreement to let me know that we were in it together.

The chirp of my phone interrupted my internal debate. Bluetooth kicked in and his voice filled the car. "Was it your first time sucking dick?" He was brash and blunt, yet somehow polite. His directness rattled me. It shouldn't have by this point, but it did. It gripped me and felt smothering.

"Yes sir" I managed. He smiled. You could feel it through the phone. Very pleased with himself, knowing that he made me.

"You were good. You have a natural predisposition." He smiled again. "You know, most men wouldn't do it. They would refuse or fight. There were times that you just did it like you wanted to or were meant to do it." I couldn't argue, his statements were accurate. I struggled with what to say. He had painted me into a corner where agreement was the only applicable response. I didn't want to affirm it. Maybe this was my fight. Fighting over the phone as I drove away naked. Weak. 

I realized that she could hear everything. He didn't know it, he just spoke. This was no theater on his part. He was talking to me directly and she could see our dynamic. His power and my obedience. She witnessed it in the room, but she was there. My wife. Maybe a kinky sex fantasy, but it involved her. She didn't hear the instructions over the phone, so she didn't really know how he directed me. Now she did. Her perception of me in this new context was filling out. It was deeper than she knew. Not superficial, it was deep and had meaning. She was trying to comprehend it.

"Did you enjoy holding your wife while I fucked her?" A direct question, his voice dripping with amusement. He had been making comments. Statements. Asserting his opinion. Debatable, even if I offered some agreement. Now he wanted to know. He wanted to get inside of my head.

I was shaking. With excitement. It would be a confession. Did I enjoy it? Did this get me off? Of course I was as far from making a rational decision as anyone could be. Hormones raged and I was as in need of sex as I have ever been. And he knew it. Used it.

"yes,....sir"

"Yes sir, what?" He jumped on it quickly, seizing the momentum and going in for the final attack.

"I enjoyed holding my wife."

"Ha ha, you've held her before. Probably lots of times. What made this different?"

"You fucked her, sir."

I couldn't look at her but she was locked in on me. Studying me. Soaking this in.

"Fucked who?"

"My wife....you fucked my wife....fucked her hard. You fucking owned her. Fucked her........sir"

He let it hang there. The hiss of an open phone line. The fact of what happened. I had nothing to say. I just waited. 20 seconds passed; 30. 

Her phone chirped indicating some sort of communication. It went ignored. Silence. 

"Yes, I did."

My eyes were watering. I'll deny crying, but it was raw, carnal, emotion.

He started talking again, like a professor having made his point and moving on to the next topic. It was as if it were an afterthought, "Don't cum tonight or this week, as I said. Your acquiescence will be rewarded; Disobedience will be punished. Put your wife on."

"yes sir"

I nodded at her. She said "Hello." 

"How do you feel, dear?" He was softer, more caring.

"I'm good."

"Good. I told your husband my expectations and I wanted to tell you, too. He is to refrain from sex -- either self-pleasure or with you tonight and this week. This doesn't preclude you from enjoyment. In fact, I expect it. Tonight go home, get into bed. No shower, no clothes. Be close. Be husband and wife. Sleep together. In the morning, reaffirm your bond. Have him pleasure you with his mouth. He is not to cum, but I expect you to. Do you understand?"

A trace smile played across her lips but faded quickly. "Yes sir, I do understand."

"Good. Check your email. A byproduct of our interlude will provide a little leverage."

She checked her phone. There was a picture. Actually several pictures. Shots from the face-time sessions and some stills. The elevator shots were grainy and disputable if it was her. Her face was out of most of them and the ones with were from an odd angle. But there were others. Others with me and they were clear. It was me, and him. My tongue licking cream from his cock and swallowing him.

................................................................

Another voice startled me, this time female, "Time is up, but I'd like to continue with this background in our next session."

Possibly continued...



Him Inside of Me



That night was cold, but no one really seemed to feel it. There were only four of us, but I'm sure that the other end of the street heard our laughs and giggles as we meandered back to the house. It's not as though we were all outrageously drunk, but the few drinks we had had made everyone lose their inhibitions, and we'd become more comfortable with each other – making jokes, touching, being affectionate. 

I smiled as he fingered lightly around the top of my trousers, and then slid underneath them exploring my ass. He joked it was because he was cold, so I responded by asking him where he was intending on putting his other hand. We often did this – exchanged dirty banter, but despite our overtly sexual appearance we hadn't actually had sex. We'd both wanted it but there never seemed to be enough times when we were alone. The build up became frustrating for both of us, because we wanted and needed each other so passionately, but it became an erotic challenge – and each time we were interrupted, it built up the tension further, until each touch somehow became more intense.

We'd all got back in to the house, and we coupled off. Chris and I had been together for a couple of months by this time, and the other two had been together years. We all said our goodnights and headed off to our respective bedrooms. Chris and I were to sleep in the same room tonight. It was tiny. After shutting the door, he embraced me in a deep kiss, which took me totally by surprise. He was pressed up against me, against the door, and his body was gently pushing on mine. I could feel one hand running through my hair and the other which was pulling me closer towards him. We stayed lost in the moment for quite a few minutes, just kissing and touching. During this, I reached down and caressed his stomach. I had always loved it – not because he was particularly toned, but because it was all natural, and all a part of him. I could feel a subtle hardness pressing against my body and thought it'd be fun to take advantage of this.

Whilst still kissing, every kiss becoming more urgent and more furious than the last, we turned around so it was him leaning against the back of the door. One of his hands was moving my head so that it stayed close to his, and the other running through my hair. My hands were a little occupied with undoing his belt buckle and with all this fumbling, I could feel him growing beneath the jeans and I knew he wanted to be freed.

We stopped kissing and stared at me intensely. We both had a little smile on our face.

You know how sometimes things just happen so quickly? Well, within a split second, we were on the floor, he was on top of me, and our hands were all over each other. There was such excitement and such energy in the room that I honestly couldn't take it anymore. I was tingling and throbbing so much down there that it was all I could do to not scream for him to take me now.

Like most men, bras were not his strong point, so after a bit of a fumble, I helped him unclasp my bra and wriggle off my jeans, in exchange for me removing his clothes, using this time to feel every part of him that I possibly could. The room was fairly cold, and this made my nipples protrude. I'd always loved my breasts because it was the one part of me that I wasn't self conscious about. They were (and still are) much larger than average and very sensitive to the touch and being exposed to the air just heightened the sensation of eagerness which was driving me mad – as all I wanted was to feel him moving inside of me.

Moving down, he kissed a trail from my neck to my stomach. Slowly. Sensually. I was so horny and I could feel the heat grow between my legs and a flutter of anticipation build as I knew exactly what was coming next.

Oh!

That first flicker across my clit with his tongue made my back involuntarily rise which buried his face further into my mound. He expertly darted across my clit bringing me waves upon waves of pleasure, which was quickly building up. I wanted it faster. I wanted something inside of me. I wanted release! But he stopped and kissed back up my stomach and concentrated on my breasts – smiling as he realised how heavy my breathing had become and how close I was. 

In a mock gesture, he lay down beside me and commented that he was feeling sleepy and was glad I had enjoyed the night. We both kind of laughed, and I pounced on top of him. We both knew the night wasn't going to end here.

Kissing deeply again, I felt him bulge underneath me. The fact that I had such power over someone was very erotic! Copying his move, I traced a trail of kisses from his lips to his belly button, paying careful attention to his nipples. The taste of him on my lips was addictive – I had to have more. His penis was bulging now, and much larger than I would have imagined it. I wanted to stare. I wanted to explore it. I wanted to revere it. Instead, I momentarily stroked across its head and evoked a low moan from his lips. His cock was glistening with droplets of pre-cum and very warm to the touch. I took it between my lips and flicked my tongue across the head whilst massaging his shaft – encouraged by his rapid breathing and gentle moans. As I continued, I took more and more of it into my mouth, alternating between deep and shallow thrusts, experimenting with the suction created, and massaging the tops of his legs and his balls, whilst watching him. Seeing him squirm and writhe underneath me gave me so much pleasure and made me hungry for him. I could feel myself much wetter and wrapped up in my own desire.

Slowing down, I gradually stopped sucking on his dick before he came. He was now very hard and almost shining with the mix of saliva and pre-cum, which scented the room. The room smelt like sex, all musky and enticing. 

I straddled his hips, just above his cock and stared into his eyes. I wanted him inside of me so very badly. I would have done anything. I needed something to fill me up, to make me feel complete. To stretch me and show me pleasure like I had never felt before. I needed to feel what I imagined would be an amazing build up of pleasure, each of us watching the other becoming so lustful and so close to the edge that it made us both even hornier. He looked back into my eyes, and placed his hands on my hips, gently applying pressure. My pelvis was pushed down just above his expectant dick.

Breathing in sharply, I lowered myself onto his hardness. It stretched and felt unexplainable, like nothing I had ever felt before, and as I managed to take more of it in, I saw some of his muscles tense and a sharp exhale from him also. As much as I wanted to forcefully ram it inside of me, deeper and harder, because I wanted to feel the most sensation possible, I continued lowering myself until he was all the way inside of me. It never occurred to me to proceed faster because every second of this experience was new for both of us and we were both so focused on the sensations that each of us were feeling. I was quite tight so I could see that it was intensely pleasurable for him each time my muscles tensed, and began to use this, tensing and releasing my muscles which caused tiny yelps of pleasure to escape from his lips.

Slowly grinding my hips into his, I began to move and was spurred on by tingles which I had never felt before. Wow. They gave me the overwhelming desire to keep on grinding, to take him deeper, and the more I moved, the more tingly I became which made me want to thrust him inside of me more. He filled me so completely. I was able to form a rhythm and move consistently, bobbing up and down upon him, each thrust becoming decidedly harder and more forceful. 

Oooawwoo!

Underneath me, Chris's head rolled back and he arched, moaning loudly, and then began to rock his hips in rhythm with my movements. This sent me over the edge, and a powerful force built up inside of me which made time stop. That moment was pure pleasure. The heat hit me, and I became very aware that I was flushed, and was extremely tired, but this sensation wouldn't allow me to stop. My back arched, my head rolled backwards and I let out a deep moan as his rocking made me climax violently. To this day, it was the most powerful I'd ever felt. My legs were shaking and I couldn't catch my breath, but this strange sensation felt wonderful. With the tightening of my muscles from this mind-blowing experience, he stiffened under me also and as I continued rhythmically rocking, he gave a series of moans and was breathing so fast that I was worried about him catching his breath. Soon, the grinding came to a stop and we were both left very breathless and very tired as I climbed off of him and laid back down, resting my head on his stomach. We remained silent for a while, until the only thing you could hear was our breathing returning back to normal pace. He moved to hug me and although I couldn't see his face, I knew he was smiling. 

In a swift movement, he got up on his knees and moved my legs apart. I could feel the tingle of anticipation build up again as I knew that I needed as much inside of me as possible, hurriedly pumping away, relentless until I was screaming and pushing him in deeper, begging for more. He moved towards me, cock in hand, and guided it into me.

All of a sudden, he pushed forcefully into me, unexpectedly, almost as though he read my mind. This made me lose my breath, and as his eyes met mine, we both knew that the night was merely beginning.



Him or Me



The day that I saw him I hid under a desk. He was outside talking and I was inside peeping from out behind the desk and trying to understand why I was doing this. He was my co-worker and I was a manager, even though I am a year younger than he is. He worked in the cafe and he was married. I pulled myself up and turned around to catch the reactions of the customers and workers whom had witnessed this moment of insecurity. His name is Conner.

Conner was the kind of guy that had short conversations and questioning eyes. His gaze is startling and innocent creating a haunting effect that lingers lasting the rest the day. I wanted him but knew what it means to want someone who is straight and married. The people it hurts, you change three lives maybe even more through lust. I had decided to leave him alone and admire from afar.

When I invited his wife, who was a friend of mine, over for drinks months later, he came with her. I was shocked and had purposefully forgotten all about him but as soon as he walked in to my semi messy art cluttered upstairs garage apartment, time stopped. I noticed the green on the leaves outside my window, a slight breeze on that 101-degree day and the way he looked me. He searched my face for any sign indicating any emotion. I avoided his gaze focusing on the drinks and looked back after pulling it together. Why was I was nervous and why did I like it? 

We spent most of the afternoon talking and drinking, all three of us. We talked about god and state, love or lack thereof in the world and I concluded with by bragging about a story; how I got fucked by some hot older guy (one-night stand) a week ago. I normally know what kind of reaction to expect from telling the trashy details of my sex life to my girlfriends but was worried that the graphic details might alienate my straight 23 year old male co-worker. I was relieved when my eyes were met with a flirtatious smile. 

We were running low on liquor so I offered to run to the corner store and pick up some beer as they come make themselves comfortable and hang out with my female roommate who had arrived to join in on the lazy afternoon happy hour. I started walking when I hear the screen door open and slam behind me. It was Conner running after me asking if he could accompany to the store. I was delighted to have company and was already feeling very comfortable around him. As we walking I felt tipsy as did Conner and I was starting to notice that we were bumping into each other on the walk. Our hands would brush alongside each other sending shots of electricity shooting throughout my body. I was feeling warm on the inside and felt my pants getting tighter from the excitement. On the way back from the store he picked a flower from one of my neighbor's yard and handed it to me. He said, "This is for you". I blushed hard. When he noticed, he smiled. When we returned back to the apartment, his wife had noticed my flower and inquired about it as she admired it. Conner reached for it and said he had picked for the house. I didn't understand why he did this. How could something so harmless become a secret? 

After that night a few encounters came proving his true nature. During a movie he would touch my fingers with his. At a restaurant he would sit next to me in the same booth and caress my thigh. I never showed interest back because in most cases his wife would be right there. She was unaware of her husband's advances towards me. At one particular bar when he had been rubbing my leg and trying to see if I would respond, he sighed and took his hand away. I dizzy from his attention placed his hand back on my crotch; he smiled as his wife continued to talk. That night we went barhopping and got drunk. He asked if he could spend the night for he had to go work early the next day. I lived closer to our place of business and his wife suggested that it would be a good idea. I nervously said sure. 

My roommate had gone to bed leaving Conner and me alone. We were in my living room listening to an old Mazzy Star record he had put on. He told me to sit closer to him on the couch. He said the he liked my hair as he ran his fingers through it. Swirling his thick callused hands through my hair he began to pull me closer, my heart beating out of my chest. He's my height with beautiful clear white skin. His skin so clear not one blemish anywhere. His nose large and sloping downward, was imposing itself as a challenge to win a kiss from this modern day Adonis. His straight hair long gently touching the tops of his eyebrows are being pushed to the side of his face by my fingers. He directs my hand to his dick and I can feel that he's rock hard and large. I can feel his heart racing. He tells me I'm beautiful and he kisses me. 

It starts off slow and builds up passionately. We start to moan from the kissing and touching. I want him. I want to take as much of him in my mouth as I can. He removes his T-shirt and I mine. I see he has a little boy frame but has huge muscular arms. He looks at my build, which is fuller than his is. I am more muscular and Latino. He throws me on my living room floor and tears off my pants. He reaches for my 9-inch uncut cock and begins to kiss it. He's so excited to suck me off his enthusiasm shows. Both hands on my shaft as his tongue plays with my swollen head. He would have made me come had I not stopped him. I pulled him up on top of me and pull his pants down slightly. Our cocks pressed hard up against each other. He starts riding me. I sit up to stand and pick him up carrying him to my bedroom. 

I pulled the away the entrance of my mosquito netting and placed him on the bed. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I washed up and put on my favorite scent and as I was leaving caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What was I doing? He's married to my friend and I can already feel him burrowing his way under my skin. I walked back into my bedroom with the intentions of stopping the infidelity. There's a soft blue light coming from a lamp in the corner of the room and he is naked and lying on his side with his back facing me. His ass is perfectly round almost bubblish. He turns to look at me and he quickly comes to his knees on my bed and as I come closer he kisses me through the sheer netting. He begins to touch and suck and lick through the netting as gentle guitar rifts hum throughout my apartment. I enter the netting and begin all over again. As we jerk and kiss and hold each other, we both begin to have tears running down our faces. I don't think that these were tears of pain but the sensation that it was love that we were making. It bothered me because I just wanted to fuck and be bad. He was stealing the excitement and was making love with me.

He came first then I did. We fell asleep in each others arms as our slender naked bodies laid there entangled like it had been made that way. He said he wanted to be with me ever since he saw me. I wasn't hiding from his gaze, I wasn't looking away, our hearts had stopped racing and were beating as one. We went to sleep without the concern of what all of this might mean in the light of the future days. 



Him Under Her Desk



I'll be thinking about discreetly hiding under your desk so I can have a taste of that delectable warmth.

Hmmm, you tucked neatly under my desk (it's a big desk- you'll have room :-) ) my blue dress today tugged up around my hips, with my legs thrown over your shoulders opening up my soft folds for your skilled tongue to snake it's way in and out, making me squirm in my chair, as you revel in the fact I have to keep a straight face with clients as you lap at my wetness from below, knowing you are driving me wild...

My tongue not only focusing on your delicious folds of wetness, but also tasting every inch of your inner thighs. Licking back and forth - leaving my own trails of wetness from my hungry tongue - always coming back to your inviting home - the tip of my tongue slowly licking up and down each of your engorged lips - lightly venturing inside your even wetter hole to retrieve some of that delectable essence - eventually finding it's way to your throbbing clit, slowly and lightly licking around and around it as your hands clamp down on the edges of your desk trying to maintain composure.

Ahhhhh, I love it. That thrill of having to keep composure while wanting to scream out!!
You dipping your tongue into my warm hole, the sweetness rolling onto your tongue like nectar. You notice my hips pushing up to meet your hungry mouth. Spreading my legs as far as my skirt will let me as an offering to you. Wider, wider- thighs shaking around you.

And as your inviting thighs spread out, I accept your invitation and bring the hunger of my entire tongue to the delicious task of slowly tongue fucking your hot, wet pussy. My mouth pressed firmly against your lips as my tongue pushes it's way deeply inside of you, then back out and again inside. Over and over again. Tasting your entire musky essence. Your juices smearing my face. My fingers pulling your lips even wider so my tongue can go even deeper.

The most feminine part of my being, splayed out for you to feast on. My hard little bud twitching, jealous of the attention you are giving my sopping wet pussy. Your tongue moving in and out, faster and faster and your fingers hold my lips open wide.

Your tongue, now coated in my sweet juices, travels south to my tight rim. I gasp at first, my body tensing, as you smile, seeing the effect you have on me. Your soft yet firm hands move out to my hips as to coax my legs open further, giving you access to both holes. Good thing everyone in the office is out to lunch and we can close the doors... Alone at last...

You scoot your tush down further in the seat, desiring - craving - electricity coursing through your body in expectation of my tongue exploring your darkest and tightest of areas. My thumb slides inside of your pussy, thoroughly enjoying the moist sensations it leaves behind so that it can focus on your clit while the very tip of my tongue begins rimming you - circling your dark hole - moistening it for it's further passage of exploration.

You can tell my body is initially resisting. My long, shapely legs are tense now, my abdomen taught. But you press on, convinced I will thank you when you're done. 

You take such care to be gentle and accommodating- circling, wetting, lubing me with your own saliva, mixed with my juices. It is then that my little clit betrays me. Your thumb, slick with my oils, has been circling it. Finally giving it the attention it's been craving. Unconsciously, it forces my legs open wider as I melt into submission, giving you full access on the most intimate level. You know I'm completely yours now. You feel my cheeks relax as your daring tongue and fingers get a little more brave...

I love tasting every inch of your body - first it was your pussy and now your ass. Every lick, every nibble, every kiss, it's all about experiencing who you are at your most intimate level while relishing in bringing you closer and closer to your height of release. My tongue pushes it's way inside your ass - not deeply, just near the outer rim but your body responds approvingly, your moans fueling my passions. While my tongue explores your ass, I slide two fingers deeply inside your pussy, feeling it's heat while lightly touching your G-spot. I withdraw those same fingers and bring them to your hungry mouth - you taste yourself while our eyes lock, your's in half closed ecstacy, mine in a hungry mission to enrich that ecstacy. I bring my wet fingers back down and as my tongue makes it's way back to your clit, you feel one of those wet fingers slowly pushing it's way inside your tight but willing ass.

I am practically crazed now. My body teetering on the edge, knowing that once I fall into my first orgasm, I won't be able to stop. And knowing how starved you are for me, I know you won't be content with just one orgasm for your good girl. 

I lick my lips and taste my sweet juices. This is what you've been devouring? It's almost intoxicating. It incites a fire in me, knowing you are literally drinking me in. 

Your brave finger, coated from my own saliva, makes it's way through my tight bud. You hear me gasp. It enrages your lust for me. Your lips cover my clit now as you begin nursing it lightly, my breath is getting short. Your fingers move deeper...

Slowly deeper and slowly faster. My finger invades a part of your body that doesn't often get attention but is so connected with every other part of your sexual being. At first it stops at the first knuckle, withdrawing and entering again. Juices from your pussy dripping downwards, ensuring this invasion is smooth and sensual. Deeper, to the second knuckle. Your body tensing with every push inwards. Your desire for the entire finger to fill you from behind which I eventually do. And while my finger explores, my tongue, mouth and teeth have their own feast as your throbbing clit is licked - nibbled - sucked - only to be licked again.

I want you to make me come.

My middle finger deeply penetrating your ass, back and forth, over and over again. My thumb not wanting to be left out of the fun finds a warm, welcoming, wet home inside your pussy as my tongue hungrily devours your attentive clit. One of your hands grabs the armrest of your chair while your other hand buries itself in my hair, pulling my face harder against your pussy. Your pelvis lifts off the seat but my fingers and my mouth stay with you - enjoying the ride of bringing you to ecstacy. One finger deeply in your ass, another deeply in your pussy, my lips sucking your clit deeply inside my mouth, my teeth rubbing against it........... your body tenses - both hands now gripping my head - your thighs clamped against my head - your head thrown back, mouth open in a silent moan with no breath escaping - electricity coursing through your body - your legs spasm in release - your juices flowing in freedom as my tongue moves away from your twitching clit to delicately lick at your lips once again.