1 comments/ 11027 views/ 1 favorites His By: Lady_Black_Reign As I pulled into the hotel parking lot, I smiled to myself. I knew this was going to be an exciting weekend, to say the least. I parked my car and stepped out. A few swirls of pink surrounded the clouds, as the sun began to set. I grabbed my luggage and headed for the lobby. "May I help you Miss?" the receptionist asked minutes later. "I have a room under Antoinette," I answered. He handed me the key and I walked to the elevators. I pressed the 7 button and the doors closed. I didn't realize how nervous I was, until just then. I checked my watch and stepped out. I found my room at the end of the hall and stepped inside. The room was breathtaking. There was a king sized bed up three steps in the middle of the room and a balcony. The bathroom was just as nice and roomy. After looking around, I decided I better take a quick shower. After all, He would be here soon. Two days prior I received a hand written note with instructions to check into this hotel. Even after 3 years I still get butterflies and shivers and can't help but smile when I think of Him. There is something very erotic about Him and He knows just the right words to say to excite me. I showered and let my dreadlocs loose from the makeshift ponytail before stepping into my new red dress. The color highlighted my dark, ebony skin tone. It showed enough cleavage to leave you wondering and short enough to show off my long legs. I heard a key in the door as I finished spraying cocoa butter on my body. One last glance in the mirror and I stepped around the corner. Standing in the doorway was the sexiest man I ever laid eyes on. He stood 6 foot with a smooth, caramel complexion, bald head and beautiful brown eyes. I could see the muscles in His chest and arms under His shirt as well as the bulge in the front of His jeans. My heart skipped a beat as I managed a big smile. I walked towards Him slowly and stopped mid way. He gave a half smile as He nodded His appreciation. He made a circling motion His index finger. I knew exactly what He wanted and turned around in a circle so that He could get a full view. I turned around facing Him, waiting for His next instruction. My heart was beating so loud and fast I'm sure He could hear it. He could see the look of anticipation in my eyes and only nodded. I dropped to my hands and knees and slowly crawled over to Him. I moved my hands up His muscular legs and thighs, slightly brushing my hand across His cock where I knew it would be semi erect. He let out a low, almost inaudible moan. I unbuttoned and unzipped His jeans surprised to find He wasn't wearing his usual boxer briefs. His cock sprang forth a little, narrowly missing my mouth. I pushed His jeans all the way down and ran my hands up the back of His powerful legs and thighs to His firm ass. I breathed in His natural musk and looked up at Him as I held on to His ass waiting for Him to give me permission. He held my eyes for a full minute before nodding His approval. I opened my mouth and took Him inside its warm moisture. He let out a sigh as I slowly began to move my mouth over His powerful member. I started to pick up speed as I felt His hand move to the back of my head. I could feel Him grow hard in my mouth as my tongue played along the underside of His cock. I sucked the head getting some precum as a sweet reward. He started moving His hips, my slurping noises in chorus with his low throaty moans. I kept sucking and nibbling at His penis until he pulled away from me. He gave me a half smile as he started to take off His shoes and pants. I took His hand that He offered me, helping me up from the floor. He pulled me in close to Him and we kissed. My knees started to go weak and my tummy filled with butterflies as our tongues entwined in that perfect kiss. He walked me slowly backwards towards the bed. I heard the zipper to my dress as I felt His hands slide down my back. We were still kissing deeply as my dress fell to the floor. I ran my fingertips over His beautiful, broad chest as He unhooked my bra releasing my voluptuous breasts. I wanted to shiver as I felt His tongue trail down my neck but our bodies were too hot. I began to moan softly as His fingers run across my breasts. Slowly He lowers me back onto the bed and I gasp as He sucks my right breast into His mouth. He take my free hand into His and squeezes it tight. He licks around my nipple and blows warm air onto it making it erect. It makes me ache for Him and I squeeze his fingers tighter as He moves His mouth onto my other breast. He sucks it so hard, so wet. I push my breast up trying to get more of into His mouth. His disengages His hand from mine and slowly trails it down my tummy until I feel His fingers dance across my clit and then He slides a finger deep in my slit. I moan as the pressure of His finger inside of me makes me ache for Him even more. I rock my hips against His hand as I feel Him slide another finger inside of me. I buck my hips as His thumb circles over my clit. I'm so close to cumming when I feel Him stop, pull away and stand up. I was about to speak when I see Him shake His head and He reaches out to me, pulling me up only to turn me around and bend me over the bed. My head starts to spin as He licks from my clit to my ass. I need to cum so bad. He teases the outside of my pussy lips with his tongue until I start to shake. I scream out His name and immediately I get a quick, sharp slap to the ass. I'm panting heavy as His cock slides deep inside of me. He pumps in and out of me while holding tightly onto my hips. I feel His fingernails trail around my bum as He pushes harder into me. I'm so wet and aching as He leans over me more and holds onto my breasts. They're bouncing as He fucks deep into me. I bend my upper body down onto the bed more and rest my face against the mattress. This opens me even more to Him so that His cock is buried even deeper inside of me. He groans as His thrusts slow down and I feel His warm cum inside me. Slowly He moves in and out of me as He throbs. After a few minutes He collapses onto the bed next to me. We lay in each others arms and kissed. That is until I announced I was taking a shower........ (to be continued) His He hadn't expected her to fight back. The futile struggles that she put up in her apartment all weekend were just that, futile struggles. They had both known that she was no match for him. He was a good foot taller than her and out-weighed her by at least 150 lbs. Which caused him to completely forget rule one, 'When dealing with a new slave never let your guard down.' So, he never saw it coming when she raise her knee and made that painful connection with his balls. He went down like cement, cursing and grabbing his offended groin. As he lay there on the floor she saw her chance to escape and took it. Running through the door and up the stairs into the long hallway that lead to the main house. She didn't care that she was naked, she just wanted to get away. The hall let out into a large comfortably decorated living room that was bright and sunny. Not used to so much light after spending a day locked in the dim little room she was temporarily blinded and disoriented. She could hear his curses as he came up the stairs. Panic and fear sets in as she turns toward the light. One whole wall was almost completely windows, with large french doors leading outside in the center. She begins pulling frantically on the doors to no avail, they are locked. Letting out and cry that is part frustration, part desperation and all fear she turns and looks for another exit. He recovers quickly and storms up the stairs after her. Damn but the little bitch can move fast. He curses his own arrogance for letting his guard down and her audacity for attacking him. Halfway through the hall he slows his pace knowing she can't escape. All the glass is shatter proof and the doors are locked electronically. He's been through this before, live and learn. As he nears the doorway into the living room he can see her pulling at the French doors desperately. Even in his state of rage he finds her arousing. Once he breaks her she will be a pleasure to own. When she turns she sees him coming into the room. "NO" is all she can say as she dashes across the room towards the kitchen. He chuckles to himself as she does, knowing the only other exit from that room is also locked. Reaching the little door in the kitchen she begins to cry. Tears run down her cheeks and blur her vision as she sees him standing in the doorway. Looking around the room she realizes she is trapped. Her breath comes is ragged bursts as she shakes her head and moves to the further end of the room. She can see the anger in is eyes and knows she has made a terrible mistake. He moves slowly, enjoying the look of terror on her face as she begins to understand escape is impossible. She matches his stride backing away as he advances. Her head shaking slowly, "Pl...please stay away from me. Let....let me go." Her eyes are full of fear and desperation as she stares into his. Through her tears she can see the rage and amusement in his. They move almost mirror image to each other. Later as he watches the tapes he would think how much it resembles a lion stalking it's trapped prey. Just like any other animal when cornered she would fight to the death if necessary. She continues to back away until she hits the counter and has no place left to go. A little straggled whimper escapes her lips as she realizes she has been herded into this spot. He grins triumphantly, taunting her, "No place left to go pet." She remains motionless as her eyes dart from his to door on the other side of the room. "You'll never make it" he says in a low voice. He doesn't see her hand close on something left carelessly on the counter top just as she braces herself for his attack. Still advancing slowly he continues to taunt her. "Of course you know darlin' I'll have to punish you for this little diversion." In what she is sure will be her last desperate act before he kills her, she whips the object out in an attempt to defend herself. He hesitates for only a second, "PUT THAT DOWN" he commands with total authority. It's enough to cause her to falter, giving him the advantage. He closes the short distance quickly grabbing her wrist in a vise like grip as she swings making her drop the knife. In a total rage he backhands her hard, knocking her senseless as she crumples to the floor in a daze. Reaching down he grabs a hand full of her hair and hauls her up. "You dare take a weapon to you Master?" he growls low into her hear. Before she has a chase to regain her senses he drags her back the to little room by her hair. He quickly moves her to a post that sticks out of the floor. Grabbing her arms he locks her wrists into a set of manacles attached high on the post. Then he locks her ankles into a set attached to a steel bar that will prevent her from closing her legs. As she struggles trying to get free he grabs her jaw and forces her mouth open. Pushing a ball gag into place he makes sure to fasten it good and tight. Her heart pounds in terror as she whimpers and struggles in an attempted to get free. He goes to the wooden cabinet in the corner and opens the doors to reveal a wide selection of whips, floggers and crops. He scans them all taking his time before choosing a flogger made of 20 braided rawhide straps and a thick leather handle. It has a good weight in his hand and if used properly will leave a nice weave of welts on her back, ass and thighs without scaring. She can hear him moving around behind her but can't turn enough to see what he is doing or is about to happen. He stands behind her admiring the view. Reaching out he runs his hand lightly down her back and across her ass. At his touch she jumps and a gives out a muffled cry. She can feel his hard bulge as he presses his body tight against hers, breathing in her ear, "Lets see how well you take your punishment." Her struggles become more violent as she feels the braids of the flogger brush across her back and ass teasingly. He enjoys toying with her this way. It give her a something to anticipate and him a chance to calm down before punishing her. If rule one is 'Never let your guard down,' then rule 2 is 'Never punish in anger.' Because when you do you loss control and a good Master rarely lets that happen. She jerks, arching her back and screaming behind the gag as the first blow hits her ass leaving its angry red mark. He spaces his blows enough to give her a chance to catch her breath and think about what she has done. When he is through; her back, ass and thighs are covered in burning red welts. She hangs limply in the chains crying having long since given up struggling and accepting her punishment. He puts the flogger away making sure to lock the doors to the cabinet. Coming back to her he removes the gag, unlocks her legs and gently releases her wrists; soar bleeding from her struggles. Lowering her to the floor he sits and cradles her in his arms. Holding her against himself carefully as not to cause too much pain. Her disobedience forgotten now that her punishment is over. He can't help the smile that comes to his lips as she puts her arms around his neck and lets him comfort her. "Good girl, you took your punishment very well. I'm proud of you." He coos in her ear. His hand gently strokes her hair as they sit and watch the tape of her first lesson in acceptance together. Her head rests against the side of his right thigh. He was right those many months ago. Once she came to accept her place as his she has been nothing but a pleasure to him. She can see in his eyes as he looks down at her and by the bulge in his pants that it is going to be a long and satisfying night. HIS The instructions had been so detailed: how she was to open the door with the provided key; enter without noise; close the door again. How she was to let her eyes get used to the darkness for a precise number of seconds -- she counted in her head, one . . . two . . . ten . . . eighteen . . . . She left the key on a small table by the door. Being accustomed to obedience and trust, she did not mind that said table was invisible for the moment. She had known exactly how far her hand had to rise from her side before dropping the key, so very detailed had the letter been. So little control now; she was a puppet, not able to control even the wild beating of her heart. And whatever control she had left, she was about to let it go as well; it would be handed over to a stranger, along with the tether she reached for that was hanging on an invisible coat hanger to her left. At the end of the tether was a collar. She recognized it, not only from the instructions she'd received, but because she was used to wearing this for The One. She promptly attached it around her neck. Unfastening her blouse and skirt, she wondered if He could see her. She never had seen Him. Not once. What had started as a dare over the phone with a Stranger had turned into this, a mutual obsession, an addiction. Even though that one time on the phone had been the only time she heard His voice: low, slightly hoarse, sexy as hell. Now she was hoping . . . and afraid. Hoping . . . and afraid. Yet she also was excited . . . as always. Her blouse and skirt fell with a whooshing sound; she wore nothing underneath. She had wondered why the colours of her clothes mattered to Him since He probably would not see them. But who was she to question? The previous times with Him were a blur. Twice she had lost consciousness. She clearly remembered hooking herself up by cuffs she had attached to her wrists. She remembered the provocative, lewd poses she had been required to strike; the things she had been ordered to use on her body -- inside her body. Her remembrance of those acts was intensely pleasurable. What had made her swoon and faint were the almost imperceptible sounds, the whiffs of cologne nearby, the air moving around her . . . HE had been there. Close to her; so very close -- black out. She inhaled deeply, and then walked forward. One step; two steps; three -- her scream erupted in the room and startled her. The smarting from the slap on her buttock brought images of bright red flesh. She could not even know if she had been hit with the palm of a hand or something else. And she was wise enough not to turn around to find out. Anyway . . . she could not have seen a thing. She hoped it had been His hand -- the very first time He touched her. Mind straining now. . . remember the instructions . . . timing is everything. She shut her lips to stop the heavy breathing that was starting to sound like panting. Too soon; He enjoyed coolness, composure -- a zen-like attitude almost. But the next order was for her . . . to bend over. A second too late, she did. As her upper body leant forward, the snap of fingers had been heard. That could not be good. Timing had not been respected; precise counting of seconds was overlooked. There would be a price to pay, undoubtedly. She fought not to smile. Whatever He would do to her . . . . At once. Grating feeling between her legs; a hand, definitely a hand this time, slapping her right breast fiercely. She moaned. Could only guess: emery paper stretched across a hard object? A piece of dried, rough concrete? Before the feeling on her mistreated sex could be analysed, it stopped. And then . . . oh yes. His hand again, along her body from breast to knee; very light touch. His other hand on her inner thigh; slow. She squirmed out of their scenario, and so half expected the dual slap -- sex and breast: Hard. Cruel. Delectable. It was hard for her to stand. HE HAD TOUCHED HER SEX. Slapped it. No other gesture could mark it so thoroughly as now being HIS. Tip of a hard object sneaking between her nether lips. She smiled. She knew what that was. A vibrator. He slid it inside with cold control, not needing any lubrication beyond what she was providing so profusely. Many inches of cold plastic inside her. And then, she heard the flick: top speed. Time for the requested dance. She wondered if He could see her hips grinding lasciviously. She loved to move like this, feeling the sexiness of the stilettos at the end of her long legs. Sexy because with it came, naturally, the arching of the back, the protruding of her ass, and so, the protruding of her pussy. She knew all this. A second vibrator was pressed against her clitoris. She could not help but let her tongue point from between her lips. Thus she acted under intense sexual stimulation. Her lovers had always known when they had succeeded in exciting her sexually not only because of the wetness induced between her nether lips, but also because of this pointing of the tongue, insinuating itself between her other lips. Instruction: Go on with the dance. AND DO NOT CUM. You will be informed of the proper moment to cum. She almost was improper, but succeeded in holding on. The second vibrator stopped. The vibrator inside of her also was turned off, and withdrawn. The light slap on her breast, followed by a thoroughly investigative but ultimately soft caress, informed her that she had performed adequately. Leather. A leather-gloved hand. Tough, rough leather. Two fingers seizing her clitoris, shaking it wildly. Pressing down harder and harder as they shook, reaching such a rapid rhythm that it felt like a vibration. Hard grabbing vibration. Yet nothing indicated that she was allowed to cum. Tongue protruding further, she moaned like a she-beast. Stop. No more touching. The moaning had been a second mistake. A series of hard slaps on her buttocks. Fast, vicious spanks, slamming down on her in extremely precise and deliberate rhythm. Expertly delivered. Delightfully painful. She had forgotten everything about the collar and the tether, which was pulled down violently, forcing her to her knees. She shuddered. THIS HAD NOT BEEN IN THE SCENARIO. Whatever would happen now, it was out of order, so possibly out of control. Terrified, she reached for the hands leading her on, but her own hands were pushed away. There was a loud crack as the flogger hit her lower back. Once. Twice. But when her thighs were forcefully parted and that the flogger's coarse hair started to hit her sex, she stopped counting. After a while, the flogging stopped. She was pulled up again by the tether. Pulled forward. Felt heat against her face: HIS COCK. The rapid succession of sex flogging and hard cock almost lost her for good. She fiercely pressed her thighs together, and so could avoid the cum. But He reached forward and pulled her thighs apart again. And pulled her back to His Cock. It was huge and filled her mouth. Her tongue fluttered underneath the mighty Shaft. She suckled and sucked. Stroked and squeezed and licked. And sucked and sucked and pulled. And then her head was pulled back with a jerk of His hand. Warm Cum over her face. Loads and loads of it. Hot Lava. Thick. Powerful. Smelling of maleness and pleasure. She laughed out loud, and so got a spurt on her grateful tongue. She sobered when she heard, once again, the Voice that had been in her head for weeks. "This is the handle of the flogger. Now is the time to cum." The announced hard handle of the flogger was shoved between her legs, and rubbed hard against her sex. Seconds later, she climaxed ferociously. She heard a door open. A light was turned on. She sighed. The game was over. Her legs almost gave under her as she strained to get rise off her knees. She walked towards the light, knowing already that it led to a bathroom. There she found flower-scented soaps, warmed towels, a bath already prepared. Soaking in flowery aromas, she wondered where this would lead her. Wondering as her eyes wandered -- had He chosen the colours? Did He look through that window sometimes? Did He soak in this same tub? (shudders . . . ) Carefully, she took the dress out of the silky box on a shelf. Off white linen. Perfect for her. A simple, classic cut, exactly the correct size. Never had any piece of clothing become her better, she thought as she watched herself in the full length mirror -- had it reflected Him often? Naked? (stop . . . ) Dressed, she moved out of the bathroom and found her handbag by the door. Another gift would be in there, a printed paper gift. The value inscribed on it did not matter. It was a symbol, she knew. He had made her His slut. As she opened the door of the apartment and walked out, she felt the softest caress on her arm. She turned around. HIS FACE. Barely lit by the faint hallway light. Dark hair. Pale, smooth skin. Eyes as those of night itself. A fleeting Image that would stay there, engraved into the fabric of her mind, forever. He kissed her. His hand grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back inside again. Then the door slammed shut behind her. (Heartfelt thanks to sdbnnc for editing) His It had been a hot day. The sort of day where the humidity lays upon one's skin like a heavy blanket. She had spent nearly all day in the heat. The shower had been little respite. Warm damp did little to erase the exhaustion brought on by the sub-tropical temperature. After the shower, she wandered the house like a restless zombie. Air conditioners turned to high served to evaporate some of the moisture left from her washing. It did little to ease her restlessness. If anything, the cool only served to heighten the sensitivity of her skin. It was late, she was irritable, tired and aroused. She made her way to the darkened privacy of her bedroom, hoping to indulge in fantasy. Shimmying out of her pajama bottoms, she lay prone, face down on her bed. Camisole shirt bunched around her ribs and waist, tight, pleasurable in restriction. She let her mind wander, hips lifting in the air. Exposed. She smiled slightly at the thought. If one were to walk in on her, what would he see? A bitch in heat, ass in air, legs spread. Open. Ripe for the taking. A soft whimper at the thought. She closed her eyes, fingertips snaking between her legs. A graze of nails against slicked lips. What if? What would happen if he would walk in on her? A sound. Bedroom door opening, softly. Pushed shut. She senses his presence in the room, smells him. He says nothing, letting the silence grow uncomfortable. Her fingers stop, like a movie on pause. A knot forms in her belly, goosebumps breaking out on her skin. "Enjoying yourself, are you?" His voice breaks the stillness, cold. "I..I mean, I wasn't..." He cuts her off. "You were. Why?" Amusement, heavily laced with anger. She starts to pull her hands from between her legs, making a move to cover herself. He stops her, moving quickly to her side. His hand gathers her wet hair, yanking her head back roughly. Stars form briefly in her vision, momentary whiplash. "You were hoping to come. You don't own this." His other hand, the one not in her hair, reaches back to cup her cunt. He jams fingers into her, roughly, no concern for how wet she may or may not be. "This is mine." His voice is a whisper in her ear. "I'm sorry." Stricken panic in her voice. The knot in her belly grows tighter, fear of what could happen next feeding her arousal. He loosened his grip in her hair, yanked his fingers from her cunt as roughly as they were jammed in. She gasped, wet leaking down her splayed thighs. Left open, her muscles contracted momentarily around air. Soft fingers stroked her hair away from her forehead, gentle like a lover. Then nothing. She felt him abandon her, sensed he was still in the room. Afraid to move, she remained on her knees, her shoulders and chin against the cotton fabric of bedsheets. A rustle of clothing. She knows this sound well. The muscles in her ass tense like springs as he pulls the leather belt from his pant loops. His voice murmurs in the dark. "You wanted to play. So play." She feels blood rush to her face, coloring her skin hotly. So open, exposed. The skin between her legs fleshy, hot, wet. She's embarrassed. She shifts slightly, raising her bottom higher, to grant herself access to her inner folds. "Wider. I want to see you. Like a bitch in heat, that's what you are." Her mouth goes dry at his words. That's what she is, a bitch in heat. His bitch in heat, to do with what he will. She knows this. That doesn't stop her from wanting to cover herself, to pretend to be angelic. She feels wanton, a succubus, her need only sated by his want. She shifts again, muscles in her legs trembling as she spreads herself wider. So exposed. She feels as if he could see into her, crawl inside. She begins her show for him. The middle finger of her right hand tracing circles around her clit. A soft moan escapes her lips. The belt swishes through the air, the slap of leather against skin. She feels as though she's drained all air from the room, her pain and pleasure sucked through her teeth as a hiss. "You want to come. You're going to come. Hard. Do it!" The belt licks flames of pain across her ass. Red welts raise on cheeks and inner thighs. She struggles to continue her ministrations, adding another finger to the middle one circling her clit. She drops her hand down, two fingers plunging into the wet, not caring about the sting of leather against her hand. He continues to beat her as she masturbates. Her fingers pull from inside her cunt, now flying across her clit. Fast. Hard. Rough. A torrent of wet pours from her. The belt stops. A strangled cry comes from deep inside her. So close. On edge. She stops. He yanks her head back, pulling at her hair again. "Did I tell you to stop? You do nothing unless I give you permission." With a muffled sob, she uses the fingers of her left hand to part her labia, opening skin folds like petals. Her right hand strokes her clit, her nails catching skin. She feels him shove something deep into her. So cold. Not his cock. Something else. Its hard force sends her over the edge, hips bucking in the orgasm her pulled from her. Her fingers stop moving. "I didn't tell you to stop, bitch." She fights to hold on to some semblance of composure. Her thighs and bottom a mass of red welts against white. He pulls the object from her cunt. A plug. Average in size. She feels it press against her smaller aperture. She bites her bottom lip, enough to draw blood. She knows she should relax, open herself to him fully. The touch of the plug against her ass sends her into convulsions again, her legs spreading impossibly wider. He shoves it unforgivably into her, pressure, pain exploding in her belly in orgasmic release. The bed shifted. She knew he was on the bed. She felt him kneel behind her. She dared not move. A zipper comes undone. The sound of clothing being moved, not removed. She knew he was angry with her. He wouldn't allow her the pleasure of feeling his skin against hers. He slapped her ass, using his full force. The print of his hand would remain as a bruise for days. He pressed against her, the fabric of his clothing rough against over sensitized skin. "What are you? Tell me, who are you, and what are you?" It wasn't a question from him. It was a demand for her to answer. Her voice was barely a whisper. "I'm yours." "I need you to say it louder. Tell me." She cleared her throat, her eyes wet from spent tears. "I'm yours. I'm your whore, your slut. Your cunt, your hole to be filled. Your object. Your possession. I'm what you make me." He placed his right hand to her throat, pulling her backwards and up against him. Pressure caused her breathing to struggle, her head to go light. He snaked his left hand around her body, mauling at her breasts. From seemingly nowhere, he produced a set of nipple clamps that he locked onto her painfully aroused nipples. He let go of her neck, shoving her harshly back down to the bed. The smell of leather filled her nostrils, the belt becoming a make-shift collar and leash around her neck. He smacked her ass again, hard. "My cunt. I'm going to fuck my cunt." He plunged his cock into her, filling her. Wet leaks from around the two of them. She bucks back against him, eager to have him fill her. He slaps her again. "I said I was going to fuck you. Not have you fuck me." She stills. Her breath is shallow, her body tense, coiled, ready to spring at any moment. She would be happy to have him crawl inside her entirely, her need obliterated by his want. He pulls at the belt, a leash guiding her into submission. The fabric of his pants chafing her skin as he pounds his cock into her. The plug filling her ass stimulating the thin membrane that separates cunt from bowels. He leaves go of the belt. Hands grab her hips, holding her tightly, pistoning himself into her. His right hand moves to her clit. Forefinger and pinky splay her slit, her clit an angry red, swollen, hard. Using his middle and ring fingers, he masturbates her roughly. She cries out, pain from being fucked so hard, pain from a slightly abraded clit. Stars form in her vision. He squeezes her clit. "Tell me what you want. I'll let you come if you tell me what you want." Her breathing is ragged. Sweat slicks her back, beads forming on her brow. His fingers leave her, both hands at her breasts now. He flicks at the clamps. "I need you to tell me." His cock is unmoving, hard, buried deep in her belly. "I need.." "Tell me what you need." She bites her bottom lip again, drawing blood. The pain brings her mind back into focus. "I need to come. Please." The universal word of want. Please. He slaps at her breasts. "Beg." A torrent of words rush from her. "Please. Please, please. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me!" He slaps her again, still unmoving. Unmoved. He leans in against her, his breath hot against her ear. "How? Tell me how, cunt. Tell me what you want! Tell me why you need it!" Tears streak her face. Her skin is peppered with welts, mottled with the blush of desire. She's in agony. The slightest movement from him will send her over the edge. He lets go of her, a momentary collapse to the bed. He gathers the belt in his fist, yanking her upright. "Think fast, my bitch. Every second you waste I pull this tighter." Blackness forms at the edge of her vision. She has to form words or pass out. "I..." The belt pulls tighter. Words spill from her lips, a dam breaking. "I need you to fuck me, hard." Breathless now. "I need to prove what I can take. I need to give you, to earn it. Hard, make it hurt sweet. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." He accepts her words. He leaves go the belt. She's nothing but sensation. Fingers undo the clamps at her nipples. Blood rushes back in searing, sweet pain. She cries out. He grasps her hips, pounding into her. Pummeling. The plug in her ass moves in time with his movements, cock and plug in a debauched pas de deux. He speaks words of filthy endearments to her. His fuck toy. Pounding, grinding, juice flooding out of her, his cock bathed, his pants soaked. He cries out, cock spilling his spend into her. She's forced over the edge into searing pleasure, her entire body in orgasmic bliss. She blacks out. He pulls from her, momentarily sated. She's shoved off of his cock, her impalement the only thing keeping her from collapsing until now. She falls to the bed like a discarded toy. He pulls the plug from her, her cunt and ass gaping to be filled by him again. She collapses to her bed, the same as her fantasy. She knows her thoughts are a pale, watercolor facsimile of his. Her mind and body spent, her eyes close. Thoughts of his dark desires bring a smile to her lips as she drifts into sleep. His They had been talking for a few months. He had messaged her responding to one of her posts about looking for someone to train her to be the perfect submissive for her boyfriend. But after a while her boyfriend had lost interest and she became more and more attracted to her mentor, who she now calls her Master. He means the world to her. Not a day goes by where she doesn't talk to Him, and on the days she doesn't get a chance to she thinks and dreams about Him constantly. He had taught her so much. All He has to do is say the words "Cum slut! Cum hard for your Master" and she explodes into a wild frenzy of orgasms. She messes up sometimes and He makes sure she gets the right punishment. As much as she complains, the majority of the time she loves it when he punishes her. She loves when He tells her she isn't allowed to cum until He says so. She goes crazy when He calls her His little cum slut, fucktoy, and among all the names He's ever called her, the one that gets to her the most, the one that can drive her absolutely insane at just the sheer thought of Him saying it, His slave. Because that's what she was for Him. His slut, His fucktoy, His slave. She had been waiting for the longest time for the day when He would clip His collar around her neck. She thought it would never come until the day He told her He wanted her to come see Him. She was ecstatic. She was so nervous that she would mess it up somehow by saying or doing something wrong. But He assured her that even if she did, He would correct her and think no less of her. The thought of being in His home, sleeping in His bed, His arms wrapped around her at night made her practically dripping like the leaky faucet she was for Him. Then the day finally came for her to board the plane and meet Him. He told her she could only have one drink on the plane to calm her nerves and take the edge off and she obeyed, as she always tried her very hardest to do. She had seen pictures of Him. She thought He was the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. But what she saw when He wrapped His arms around her from behind was nothing at all what she was expecting. Her heart nearly failed when He turned her around and hugged her tight, and she almost exploded into one of those all too familiar frenzies when He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "I've been waiting so long for this slave of Mine." Her knees went weak and He had to help her into the car but she was the happiest she had ever been, and He could feel that. Before He started up the car He leaned over and separated her legs slightly and ran His finger lightly up and down the very wet pussy. She was told not to wear any panties, so she didn't, and now she knew why. He leaned in next to her face, which was just about as red as a cherry and gave her the hardest, most passionate kiss she had ever had, and she had had more than her fair share of kisses. As His tongue played with hers and He nipped gently at her bottom lip she couldn't help but notice that He now had two fingers in her pussy. Her pussy was already twitching from the dreams she had the night before and she would have killed for release but she knew that she wouldn't be able to until He told her she could. He broke the kiss all of a sudden and started the car. She started to close and cross her legs but He turned to look at her and she knew that look even though this was the first time she had actually seen it and kept her legs spread the way He had moved them. He spent the entire ride teasing her, poking her here and there, tweaking a nipple every few minutes and kissing her deeply every time they stopped at a red light. By the time they pulled into the driveway her knees were shaking and she could barely walk again, which is what she usually felt after He made her cum five or six times in a row. He helped her up the driveway and into the house where she collapsed onto the couch and He covered her up and let her sleep it off, after all, she did have a very long night coming up if everything went according to His plans. She woke up feeling a little groggy after about four hours of sleep. He was sitting on the chair next to her waiting for her to wake up so she could shower and get ready for dinner. He pointed out where all her bags were, where she would find the towels and how to work the shower. He sat in the kitchen while she was in the shower and thought about how lucky He was to have her in His home, after so long, she was finally His, for the time being anyways. She had told Him that she wanted to be His for a long time, possibly forever even, but He wasn't exactly great at telling her how He felt about her. But that didn't matter to her; she knew how He felt about her. She knew how lucky He considered Himself to own her. He felt she was a special treasure to Him; a diamond in the rough. She just needed a little polishing, and so far she was beginning to prove Him right. He couldn't wait until she was His all the time, but this visit was simply a trial run, to see how things went in person. They were great over the phone and online but He needed to see how they clicked in real life. For some reason He had a feeling they would be just fine. She stepped out of the shower, freshly shaven and scrubbed from head to toe in the body soap she knew was His favorite and wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel. She went into the master bedroom and found an outfit laid out on the bed for her. After slipping on the light pink sundress that was a little see through and the white flip flops she kept looking and realized that He hadn't laid out any panties for her. "Figures," she thought to herself. She shrugged off the thought and walked back into the kitchen where He handed her a glass of wine and pulled out a chair at the table for her. She had always joked with Him over the phone and online, being a smartass and talking back sometimes, but now that she was face to face with Him, she couldn't bring herself up to it. She was quiet as a mouse. He walked over to her and sat down in the chair beside her and pulled her feet into His lap. "Is something wrong?" He asked while looking into her eyes the way only He can. She looked up and met His gaze and suddenly began to tear up a little. "Nothing's wrong, I just can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that I'm actually here with you. I never imagined I would be sitting here with you, my feet in your lap and your face so close to mine." She blushed and looked down at the glass in her lap and He reached over and tilted her face up to meet His again and gave her another kiss like the one He gave her at the airport. He broke the kiss because He didn't want to get things started just yet. He wanted to give her something first. He pointed at the floor in front of Him and knelt and looked up at Him with a question in her eyes. "Not to be rude or anything but I thought you said I didn't have to kneel?" He rolled His eyes and giggled at her and went to get a box out of the living room. "Close your eyes." She closed her eyes and she heard Him open the box and take something out. She then felt her hair being pulled to the side and something soft around her neck, before hearing what seemed like a deafening click. She squeaked after He moved His hands away because she immediately knew what just happened. They had gone shopping for collars online together about a month ago and they had picked out a beautiful collar. It was black leather with a fleece lining. It had little red hearts on it and a little D-ring for a leash, or in this case, a tag. She looked down at the little red heart shaped tag she was holding and almost fainted again when she ran her fingers over it and whispered what it said. "Eddie's" She jumped up and wrapped her arms around Him and he held her close and tight. She stood on shaky knees and looked at Him. "I didn't think you were actually going to get it." He smiled and held her face in His hands as she continued to fidget with the tag. "I told you I wanted you to have it. I want you, I want this collar to remind you of me when we aren't together, and to remind you that you belong to me when we are together. I know you don't need a collar to stop you from doing things you know you shouldn't, but I specifically remember you telling me that you couldn't wait for me to wrap my collar around your neck. And if that's what will make you happy, then so be it." She felt the tears starting to stream down her cheeks that seemed to be engulfed in flames and jumped on Him again. This time she wrapped her legs around His waist and kissed Him hard and passionate on His lips. He moaned into her and walked until her back was pressed against the wall. He knew she had a thing about being pushed into a wall and being fucked, hard, and that is exactly what He intended to do. She lowered her legs and He turned her around and pushed her face into wall and raised her arms above her head. He reached around and pulled the already low cut dress down so that her breasts were naked and squished against the wall. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Is this what you think you want slut?" She whimpered nervously and nodded her head. "I'm sorry, I don't believe that's how you answer me." He lifted the bottom of her dress and landed His hand on her left ass cheek a few times until it was red and hot. "Try that answer again slut!" She cried out after He spanked her and tried to think straight enough to answer Him again. "Yes Sir! This is what I want! I want you to use me like the slut I am for you! Please!?" He laughed from behind her and reached forward again and took one of her nipples in between two fingers and pinched hard. She screamed out in slight pain but thoughts back to all the times He had her pinch them hard by herself and almost came at the thought. He noticed this and bellowed out at her. "Don't you dare cum slut! I control you and your body! You can try to cum all you want but you know you can't until I tell you to!" She moaned out loud and He shoved her into the wall harder and ran a finger up and down her wet pussy. "This pussy right here? This belongs to me! This is MY pussy! Tell me! Tell me who owns this pussy, tell me who it belongs to!" She whimpered in frustration and swallowed hard. "It's your pussy! You own it! It belongs to you!" He smiled to Himself and pinched her nipples harder and then twisted them. "These nipples belong to me too! Every part of you belongs to me. Your body, your mind, your soul, and especially, your heart. It all belongs to me. And you know that don't you slut?" "Yes! I belong to you! Everything I am and have belongs to you! Please! Please, please, please!!!" He pushed into her back with His forearm making it damn near impossible for her to move. "Please what fucktoy? What do you want?" She wiggled against Him, "Please fuck me! Use me! Take me! Take what belongs to you and use it as much and as hard as you can! Please! I'm begging you!" With that last few words He had His pants undone and slammed His rock hard cock into her with one thrust. She screamed out, not in pain, but in the pleasure of knowing that He was using her in the way she wanted Him to. She moaned and wiggled and bathed in the moment. He fucked her, hard. He started fucking her harder then she had ever been fucked, His balls slapping against her every time He slammed into her. He reached up and yanked her head back by her hair and nipped at her ear while still holding her hands tight and high above her head. Then He whispered those two little words that make her explode like nobody has made her explode before. "Cum slave." When she heard Him she did all but hit the ceiling. Her body started shaking and she could no longer control herself. She came harder and harder every time He whispered in her ear. "Cum for me slut. Cum hard for your Master. I own you; you belong to me and no one else. No one can make you feel this way; you will only feel this way with me. My pussy is and always will be wet for me, for your Master." She moaned out louder. "Oh fuck! God yes! Yes! I belong to you!" He pulled out and slammed into her ass in one swift movement. She screamed out again but this time it was in pain from having Him in her ass. "Fuck! Oh god yes!" He came in her ass and moved out from behind her. She stayed against the wall and He moved back up to her and turned her around and picked her up and carried her to the bath. He laid her on the floor while He filled up the tub with vanilla scented bubbles and warm water. He leaned down and picked her up and laid her in the water, then climbed in behind her and began washing her, head to toe. "That's just the beginning of our little visit baby. Wait until you see what I have planned for tomorrow." She giggled and leaned into Him. "I can't wait to see. Hell, I might never want to leave, you might just be stuck with me." He kissed the top of her head and wrapped His arms around her, "I wouldn't have it any other way." His It had been a quiet, enjoyable evening, snuggled up in Master's loving arms as we watched His *man's* movie. You know the type of movies full 0of soldiers, fighting, violence, all with a few women thrown in for fun. As the movie came to and end, He clicked rewind and nudging my arm he gently said, "come my pet, let us get some rest tonight." There was never any indication of the unexpected to come this long night ahead. As we complete the nightly routine with Master giving me all my medicines, I am thinking to myself, "I truly am blessed that He takes such good care of me." The desire to please Him in all ways grows ever stronger daily. Settling in against fluffy pile of flannel covered pillows, Master begins inspecting that which is His alone to inspect. Going over (my) His body with a gentle loving hand, caressing lightly. He gently urges me over, indicating He is ready to inspect the back side. Relaxing, sighing with the pleasure that only His touch can . and to love so much in return. I have no thoughts that something new and strange may happen as Master begins tenderly stroking down the back, along the curves of plump buttocks. Suddenly, He is on His knees coming between my legs forcing them wide to make room as He moves in closer. Without warning He thrust His hardness deep into His slave, taking me fast, thrusting deeply. After only a few quick strokes, He pauses, reaching up into the headboard. *Click* the sound of a top flipping open releases the aroma of spearmint into the air. My senses are reeling, the surprise of being taken in such a way, something so new for Master. Laying there whimpering, knowing I am His to do with as He wishes, but still bewildered at this new side of Him. He has never treated me so roughly before and I cant help worry if I have done something to displease Him. Feeling a cool tingling from the lotion, I tense as He smoothes lotion along the crack, stopping at His other opening nestled in behind. Again without warning, He thrust in deeply. Without a word He pins me to the bed, fingers digging into my arms. I moan and whimper, startled even shocked, but still falling deeply into His pleasure, knowing I am truly the slave of His desires. Pounding, thrusting in, out, violently taking His slave as is His right, I hear His unspoken words deep in my heart. You are mine, pet, mine to take as I wish, anytime, anywhere, in anyway I desire my little one!" So many times He has said the words to me. Tonight He is showing me the true meaning of them as thrust deeply into my ass. As He trembles, the deep shuddering overtaking Him, I feel the hot, wet cum released, filling me with His orgasm, oozing down my legs. I lay there still whimpering some, still unsure of what to do, He has not spoken, not a word of pleasure or disapproval. I am uncertain as to where I stand but still I am filled with my own pleasure, knowing I am His as I have desired for so long to be. "SMACK" I almost yelp but manage to bite my lip hard as the sting of His hand connects with my buttocks. *Smack* again and again, He hits me harder than before, not once asking if its too much, saying nothing. I shudder, tears forming in my eyes, knowing I cant take much of this but forgetting I even have a word for stopping it. I crave His hand on me, its more than I have ever endured but I cant stop it. *Smack , smack* feeling the heat rising, trembling at the pain but unable to stop. Just at the moment I am sure I can not take another touch, I feel His hand again, this time ever so gentle, smoothing on the cooling spearmint lotion. He caresses the heat of my ass, soothing it with His touch. After putting away the lotion He roughly yanks me close to Him, spooning around me tightly. Still He says nothing; I hear only a growling chuckle from deep inside Him. As sleep quickly claims U/us both, I have but a moment to savor the feelings, the joy of submission, the wonder at this new side of Him, the pleasure of being taken so, being shown by the Master fully that without a doubt I am His. Chapter 2 Laying in His arms, floating half asleep yet half awake in that dream like state, I whimper softly. Reliving in my mind the events of last night, I whimper louder and stir restlessly. Even in His sleep Master responds to my whimpering by pulling me closer, trapping me tightly in His arms. I wriggle against Him, inhaling deeply His scent, so proud to be His. But still I whimper, needing but unable to voice my needs, unwilling to waken Him for my own pleasure. But He knows and wakens, His voice deeply rumbling in my ear, "what is it that you desire My pet?" After being shown unconditionally last night that I am His for His pleasure alone, I am unsure of how to respond. He was so different then. What would this morning bring? It is always hard to express desires for my own pleasuring. Needing always to put Him first, I can only respond with a slight shake of my head. Still I press ever closer to Him, trying desperately to convey my needs without words, guiding His hand to my breast. Hearing the laughter bubble up inside Him and rumble deep in my ear, I whimper yet again. Master speaks again, "what is it you desire My pet?" Knowing I can't answer and yet knowing what I need, He yanks me roughly against Him. First pinning my left leg under His, then with the right foot He kicks my right leg wide apart and pins it to the bed. W/we are there, intertwined, me trapped helplessly in His arms, the safest place I have ever known. my breath increases rapidly, the pleasure coursing through my body when His fingers find my nipple and stroke it lovingly. I begin to moan lightly, His left hand has found His special place, the fingers dipping into the crack, feeling the hot wetness. Still showing me I am His to pleasure only as HE chooses, He pins me tightly to the bed. Master strokes my clit rapidly, roughly, as I moan in pleasure and increasing desire, trying desperately to press against His fingers but unable to move even a little. Slipping His fingers into the wetness and plunging deeply, He strokes in and out furiously. all I can do is cry out at the sudden intense pleasure. The desire builds to a feverish pitch as He continues to torture my nipples. Begging, "please Master, PLEASE!" finally I find my voice. "Please what my pet?" He purrs softly into my ear. Even though He knows just what I want, He will not give until I say it exactly. But, I CAN'T, not yet. So He strokes furiously, knowing I am on edge, barely containing. Moaning loudly, still I try to squirm, hovering in subspace, unwilling to plunge over the waterfall of release. Finally I scream out, "MASTER PLEASE LET ME COME" only to be greeted with the sound of His evil laugh at my ear. I whimper desperately as He makes me wait until HE says I am ready. I am lost as the waves of pleasure course over my body, radiating from the center out. Alternately moaning and whimpering as He plunges fingers deep inside and then out again to stroke His clit. In, out He works me furiously, still pinning me tightly to Him and the bed. Until finally just when I can no longer stand it, when I can no longer even moan, the pleasure being unbearably intense, softly the words are spoken, "Now my pet, now you may come" "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS", I scream as the release courses over me, wave after wave of orgasm, crashing down over me. "OHHHH MASTER YESSSSSSS" Tears course from my eyes as Master draws me near, holding me gently, caressing my body. "There my pet, there, you did good." gentle words of praise from Him, the One I so desire to please. Snuggling deep within His arms, feeling His love as now He caresses me tenderly, His breath soft in my ear. "Thank You Master for taking such good care of me." I speak, my voice comes strongly now. I know where I belong. I am His, heart, mind, body and soul. Eternity and beyond, I am His. His... I belong to him. Even if he doesn't want me I've given myself to him completely. There is no one else. There never has been... I think of him as I lie in the bed I have come to think of as ours. My eyes closed, I make myself ready with my hands, gliding them over the womanly places on my body. I rub my breasts and play with my nipples. They become hard nubs as I caress them from the areola to the tip. I then slide my hands down over my belly to my cunt, parting my legs and rubbing my hands over my hairless mound. I keep it shaved for him. It's what he likes. I slide my hand over my clit then down along my slit. My own thoughts have already started to make me moist. I slide in a finger and gather some wetness which I apply to my clit. I rub it gently feeling pleasure build in me... I imagine as I touch myself that I'm in a house with him. Living together day to day and letting him have me whenever he wants. In the morning I take a shower and remember the night before my hands gliding over my body remembering where his hands had touched. The shower curtain opens suddenly. He's standing on the other side naked like me. He surveys me up and down with a look that is equal parts love, lust, and possession. He steps into the shower behind me and pulls the curtain shut. In seconds I am in his arms with the water falling down over us, and he is kissing me with a hunger that matches my own. His hands are roving my backside. He fondles my ass and my back. He breaks the kiss and rubs my cheek with his beard and whispers that he wants me. He turns me against the tile wall and then cups my face in his hands. He rubs his thumb across my lips then kisses me again gently. He presses his forehead against mine and looks down my body, watching the water sluice down it. I feel his hot breath upon my face as his breathing becomes unsteady. A powerful feeling of excitement hits me as I feel his desire. There is steam in the shower, and I wonder how much of it is rising off of us. I reach down and take his cock in my hand. It's already hard, but I love to touch it. After stroking it for a moment I put my hand on his balls gently touching them. He moves his hands to my breast to caress them. I love it when he touches me there. He knows how I like it. He holds them in his hand and gives attention first to the nipples then gently massages the full globes in his hands. He bends his head and takes the nipple of my right breast in his mouth softly suckling then grazing it with his teeth. A ripple of pleasure travels down my spine, and my pussy seeps with more juices. I instinctively push my breasts out for more, and he doesn't disappoint. Before he is done he has given both breasts the same wonderful treatment. He moves his hand down to my pussy, and I change my stance so that he can touch me however he wants. He slides his hand over my mound, and then uses a finger to play with my clit. I gasp with pleasure as he manipulates it. I can feel my orgasm building, and I grab the hand hold above the soap holder in an effort to stay grounded because I don't yet wish to come. He continues to attend to my pussy sliding a pair of fingers into my moist slit. I moan with the pleasure he generates in me. He moves the fingers in and out in a steady fuck, and I move with them. I close my eyes and try to concentrate, to gain control. I can't. It's too much, and I beg him to put his cock in me because I want it there when I cum. In a heartbeat he is in me, and we move together in a rhythm of our own making. We are joined like this for only a few moments before the orgasm that I've been trying to hold off comes. It hits me, and I fall over the cliff... I sag against him, and I slowly begin to remember where we are. I feel the water again as I press a kiss to his chest. He strokes my hair and whispers to me that he wants to go back to bed... I fast forward in my mind to me sitting on the bed and taking his cock in my mouth. I love the taste of it. I lick the circumcised head like it's a decadent ice cream cone. I glide my tongue along the hard length licking off the pre cum at the very tip savoring the flavor. Then I slide my mouth over it taking his cock in as far as I can get it. With my tongue and my lips I work it over with as much skill as I possess for several minutes. I play with his balls and lick the underside as well. He moans and then pushes my head away telling me no more. He tells me to lie back. When I do he opens my legs and puts his mouth to my pussy. In this art he is truly a master. He eats my pussy like a starving man. He relishes my flavor as much as I do his. He alternates between working my clit and thrusting into my slit tongue fucking me eagerly. I feel that familiar build up to my release as I grab the comforter looking for something to hold onto. He stops, pulling me down closer to the edge of the bed then grasps my hips as he thrusts into to me. I grab him around the waist with my legs, and try to draw him to me as much as can with my arms. He looks down at me as he moves his cock in a steady fuck in and out. Our eyes meet, and I nearly cum just from what I see in his. The connection we share is always at its strongest when we are together like this. It both frightens and excites me beyond words. He is everything to me. It still amazes me that I have let him this far... His pace picks up. He leans down to kiss me hard before taking a nipple into his mouth. He thrusts into me harder and faster his cock rubbing against my clit. I begin to orgasm tumbling into paradise. I ride out one then suddenly another incredible one as he joins me there thrusting in one last time as he empties his seed into me. As he cums my pussy grips his cock drawing out all there is. He looks down in my eyes and the emotion there pushes me further into one last orgasm... As I make myself cum, I wonder whether I will ever know this fantasy as real life. I have waited longer than most to feel this thing I never thought that I would feel. I have let him into places in my soul that no one else has been. Will he ever accept me, and all I have to give? There is no one else, and there will never be another... His. Jordan sat in the front seat of her 1983 Volkswagen Passat at about seven o'clock in the morning, listening to the rain. Just getting off from work at the 7-11, she looked in the rear view mirror, and admired the silver necklace that she wore, given to her by Master. Jordan smiled. This was one of the many collars He had given her. It wasn't His preferred collar, but the one He liked to see her wear when she went out in public. His favorite collar hung from the mirror, and sparked in the fresh morning sunlight that spread across the dash board in the reflection of the rain. With a smirk, she took off the silver necklace, replacing it with the diamond studded collar, thick, leather, with His tags dangling and clinking together with the heavy silver bell He liked to see against the fur on her neck. Setting the necklace on the passenger seat, she started the car, and drove to their home. Jordan worked night shift at 7-11, and took classes for her graphic arts degree at various times during the evening, mostly after six. Ahote, her Master, also worked night shift, working for the local emergency room, and usually didn't get home until around eight. Pulling into her parking space, she looked at the clock on her dash board. Living so close to her work, she was able to get home quickly, around seven fifteen. Turning off the car, she darted up the steps to their apartment, slid her keys into the door, and opened it. She closed her eyes and inhaled, still smelling His scent as she closed the door behind her, her tail flicking back and forth in contentment. As one hand reached back to lock the front door safely, her other hand lifted the front of her shirt, and gently stroked the firm small protruding belly that carried His child. She grinned, taking her other hand to caress it as well. With a loud purr, she whispered, ".... His .... all His". She looked over at the clock on the stove. Seven thirty. Jordan figured she'd have enough time before Master got home to take a quick shower, and wash off the smell of the night time convenience store, and be ready for Him when He arrived. She quickly tossed her clothes into the laundry room as she darted past it, naked, and bolted into the bathroom, ready for a good soaking of her soft light gray fur. Jordan leaned her naked body forward into the shower, turning on the hot steamy water, holding her belly with her other hand. Every movement she made, reminded her of her new child, their new child, His unborn life, growing, getting stronger, inside His kitten. As she stepped into the steam of the shower, the fur on her back bristled and tingled, as the front of her body soaked up the hot massaging water. Her tags and bell jingled together as she shivered. Turning around, Jordan let the shower soak the back of her neck, half streaming down the curve of her back, half pushing her red hair over her shoulders, trickling down between her breasts and over her belly. She cupped her hands at her belly button, and let the water swell and grow, giving a slight smile. The water traced past her nipples and she shivered, remembering the night He planted His seed in her. Remembering Him in His heat caused her to shiver more, how she loved the fire in His eyes, the strength in His cock, and the gust of His breath as He growled behind her, gripping the fur of her back as He plunged deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. Jordan felt her hands slide down the front of her belly to her already hot crotch, the water dripping past her fingertips and tickling her southern lips. She bit the inside of her cheek and caressed her pussy further, remembering the way she laid on her back as He tickled her pussy lips with His beard, His strong fingers and hands spreading her knees apart, gripping her flesh, panting as His tongue tended to her gentle insides, tasting her cum. Leaning against the wall of the shower, she moaned, spreading her pussy lips and letting her hard button clit slide out, lightly stroking it with her fingertips, cumming quickly as her hormones raced with a loud moan. "Mmmmm ... thank you, Master," she whispered to herself, sliding an empty hand up her belly to her breast, lightly pinching her nipple as her other fingers caressed her clit. ".... Thank you for what, kitten?" His low voice boomed and echoed in the tile of the bathroom. Jordan shook to an alert state, eyes wide, pressing herself against the bath wall, her tags and bell rattling loudly. "... Shit! ... Um ... Uh ... you're home?" Master had watched her play before, but usually she knows when He's doing so. Her body was now ridged in surprise, now wet only from her hot shower water. "Heh, of course I'm home. It's eight thirty. I've been standing here listening for the past fifteen minutes, and that better be Me that you're calling 'Master' in there," He said with a chuckle. Jordan pulled the curtain back slowly and peeked out at Him. Her gray fur was soaked a dark color, her red hair had blended in with her fur, and her deep brown eyes looked huge as she peered in His direction. Master stood in the doorway, leaning against the door frame, wearing only His scrub pants, His large strong arms folded across His wide, dark, furry chest. His head tilted lightly to the side, and He wore a soft smile, the one He usually had when He saw her after getting home. He held His scrub shirt in His hand, and His dark, thick, black leather collar shadowed lightly against the dark fur of His neck. His collar was plain and simple, but it told her that He belonged to her. He was her Master. Jordan's eyes grew wider. "Eight thirty. Shit. Your tea ..." Ignoring her shower soaked body, she darted out of the shower, starting to run past Him. His firm hand quickly reached down and grasped her tail hard, stopping her in her tracks just behind Him, and she winced at the firm tug. "I'm sorry, Master. I lost track of time. I didn't realize ....." "Shush, woman. I'm here. What do I want when I see you first? It's not my tea, is it?" His smile widened. Giving her tail another gentle tug, He dropped His scrub shirt to the floor, and opened His arms to her. She smiled, and pressed her hot wet body into the fur of His chest. His arms surrounded her as He lowered His head, gently kissing her lips. She closed her eyes, smiling into her kiss, and wrapped her hands around the small of His firm back. Her fingers curled and tugged gently on His fur, and her tail flicked happily from side to side. Quickly, she licked His lips and opened her eyes to Him with a grin. "I love you," she whispered. Jordan closed her eyes, and rested the side of her head against His chest, molding her body and belly to His. Nestled tightly against Him, she was able to hide her face of distress, thinking about her forgetfulness and His tea, losing her smile. "I love you, kitten." He gently rested His lips to her ear on the top of her head, kissing it gently, then gave it a playful nip. "I'm going to get out of these scrubs. I'll take my tea, now." His hands stroked her back down to her tail, then grazed along her sides to her belly, pausing briefly with a warm large palm against her belly, smiling wider. She quickly darted to the kitchen, turning on the stove for His tea. Still shaken from His abrupt appearance, and her not being ready for Him, her hand lightly trembled as she started the boiling water. Jordan folded her hands against her chest, looking at the slowly steaming kettle, worried about Him not getting His tea in time. He liked to have His tea just as He walked in the door, His teacup in His hand as His other arm wrapped around her. It was relaxing to Him, having what He enjoyed close to Him. There were times when He'd stand in the doorway, simply holding her with a smile, and as His tea cooled He'd sip it over her, followed by a gentle kiss to her head. Losing her head in thought in front of the steaming kettle, He appeared again behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, resting His hand on her belly, His other sliding His tea cup across the counter already containing His tea bag. "Missing something?" He asked with a smile, nuzzling His strong lips to her ear. Jordan jumped at him, clenching her hands tighter against her chest. "I'm sorry .. I'm so sorry ... I'm just all frazzled with these hormones. I don't know which way to...." He stopped her by turning her around, and resting two soft, strong fingers against her lips. "I said shush. You're okay, I'm not upset." He firmly pressed Himself against her, pressing His sweatpants covered hips against her bare fur, pinning her between Him and the counter with a grin. "Why would I be upset?" She rested her hands on His chest, stroking it softly, lowering her head and ears. "... Because I'm not doing what I need to do. I'm not taking care of my Master." With a soft sigh, she lowered her forehead against His chest, sliding her hands up to His shoulders, resting her arms beside her head on His chest. "I'm not making you happy like I need to." He took His fingers and lightly grasped her chin, lifting it so she could face him. Jordan bit her lip and looked away, lightly closing her eyes. He shook her chin gently. "Look at me. Now, kitten." Jordan bit her lip harder and looked into His eyes, her eyes wide and trembling, His eyes deep and warm. "Smile. It's just tea." "But ...." "It's just tea." "I forgot about ..." He shook her chin again, and firmed His face, losing a little of His smile in seriousness. "It's just tea. Now if you weren't here when I got home, I'd be upset. You're here. I'm happy. Tea can wait." The kettle whistled behind them, her eyes not noticing it as He ignored it other than a twitch of His ear, continuing to stare into her eyes. He quickly reached up and grabbed her tags, tugging on them. "This is more important than tea." She slowly lowered her head back to His chest with a nod. "Yes, Sir." Jordan sighed and leaned into His bare chest. He gave her ear another playful nip, as the tea kettle behind her grew louder, feeling disregarded. "You better get that before you start a fire," He smirked. Quickly, she turned around and took the kettle from the stove, turning off the heat, and gently poured the water into His cup. She reached up to the cabinet and grasped the tin can of sugar, as His chin brushed against her neck, His rough hand now sliding up her soft side to the back of her arms. She closed her eyes, loving the feel of Him against her, His gentle touch from His strong hands. She smiled slightly, and leaned her head against His, a hand falling slowly from the sugar to the top of His head, scratching it lightly with her trimmed nails. He purred. She knew that He loved to have His head scratched by her. Still thinking that she had done wrong, she liked knowing that she was doing something He liked. She scratched harder, sliding her nails to His ears and he purred louder. Her smile grew wider as she closed her eyes. "I love you. These hormones ... my brain isn't acting the way it should. I know that you know I'm trying. I just want to be everything you want me to be." He chuckled and nipped her neck. "If you keep that up, I'll be wanting you to be on your fours on the floor." Slowly, He licked her neck where He bit her. She grinned as her whole body shivered and she felt her pussy grow hot, reaching her open hand to the sugar. Letting go of His ears, she drew her attention to His tea. Grinning, she added His sugar and stirred it with her finger. "I want to be everything, and everywhere you want me to be, Master," she whispered. Lifting His cup into her hands she turned around to face Him, cupping the bottom of His teacup, facing the handle to Him as He liked it to be offered. He placed a hand around her lower back, taking His tea with His other, pulling her lower body to His as He sipped gently. Jordan could feel His already rock cock beneath His sweatpants, pressing against her belly. She lowered her head beneath His cup, and gently kissed His chest, returning her hands to His shoulders. Smiling, He kept His cup at His lips. "Lower," He said softly, His chest vibrating as He spoke. Her naked body shivered again, and she felt her pussy moisten simply at the rumble of His voice, and lowered her head further, kissing just above His stomach. He rested His half empty teacup on the counter with a smile. "Lower." His hands slowly slid up her back, twisting His fingers loosely in the ends of her long red hair. Jordan slowly knelt to the cool tile floor, kissing His firm abdomen as her hot cunt dripped down her leg. His fingers tightened in her hair and her fingers slid down His body to the edge of His sweatpants. "Keep going." She lowered His pants to the floor with a firm grin, gently resting her lips just above His groin, letting His shaft graze beneath her chin, its mushroom head lightly pressing against her neck. "What do I want, kitten?" Her tags and bell jingled as she swallowed, the cold metal rattling against His cock head. "Me." He tightened His fingers further with a grin. "What about you?" Jordan softly nuzzled the curls in His groin, letting His shaft stroke her cheek. "You want to know that I am yours, Sir." Her nipples hardened as she shivered, her saliva growing in her mouth next to the thick meat next to her lips. She closed her eyes, resting her hot lips around the side of His cock, sucking It gently. Spreading His fingers, He firmly slid His hands up her head, pulling her against Him, her cheek tightly nestled against His groin. "Good girl. Cup my balls and suck me." He pulled the back of her head, making her lips slide down His cock. Jordan slipped her hands between His legs, loosely wrapping her fingers around His swollen sack, and drew her head back to His mushroom tip, lightly swirling her tongue around it. Her fingers gently kneaded His balls as her tight lips slowly slid down His shaft, taking Him deep into her hot mouth, letting her teeth graze His flesh like she knew He liked them to. She swallowed and felt her hormones race again, her pussy dripping more hot juice onto the floor as her throat caressed His cock head, jingling the bell on her collar. He moaned, and rocked slightly to her head. Jordan softly bit down on the base of His cock, and gave His balls a gentle squeeze before letting her teeth loose to draw back, her lips tightly coming to a stop at the head of His cock. His hand pushed and pulled the back of her head, making her lips and teeth slide up and down His shaft, her tongue feeling the thick vein that ran underneath. Jordan arched her back, and slid her body closer to His legs, squatting, her knees spread to the side, lightly pulling on His balls for balance as she bobbed her head on His cock. A hand slid from her head to her breast, cupping it lightly, feeling her hard nipple between His fingertips. "Faster," He said under His panting breath. Obeying, she quickened her rocking up and down His rod, sliding her tongue from side to side, curling it around Its width. She moaned as His fingers tightened against her nipples, pinching them, lightly gasping as she felt a wave of heat in her belly. Her body tingled, sensitive to each touch and motion He gave her. She pressed her head deeply against His cock, moaning again as she swallowed against His head. Shivering again, she rocked her pelvis to the air, wanting His cock to fill her hot, dripping pussy. Jordan whimpered and moaned, the thought of that bringing her to the edge of cumming again. He groaned and held her head tight. "Bite me," He said with a growl, squeezing her breast firmly as His other hand firmly pulled her head to Him. His voice pushed her over the edge, tightly clenching her teeth against the base of His cock, loudly vocalizing a muffled scream as she came hard, her silky sweet cum oozing from her tight contracted pussy down her thigh. He held her head against Him, knowing full well what her body had just done. He smiled and drew His cock from her lips. "My turn. Fours. Now." He released her head and stood back as she quickly rolled onto her hands and knees, arching her back and lifting her rear to Him, presenting herself to Him as He liked her to. Jordan closed her eyes and grinned, knowing her pussy was still hot and slick for Him. His firm hands grasped her hips as His cock slowly slid into her tight, contracted pussy. She closed her eyes shut and rolled them back into her head, leaning her head to the side and opening her mouth as her tongue pressed against the inside of her teeth, holding her breath until He was completely inside her. Her pussy belonged to Him and He filled it well, slowly sliding His now slick shaft into her deeply, and His cock head hitting her cervix. She loved it when He took her to the hilt, showing her that all of her pussy belonged to Him. He growled loudly and curled His fingers into her hips, tightly. His growl slowly turned into a purr as He stroked and thrust into her, her breath panting in time with each drive. "Down," He said, driving harder, His balls lightly tapping against her cum wet pussy lips. Jordan lowered her head and breasts to the cold tile floor, making her nipples harder. She arched her back more to tilt her hips up to Him, her rounded belly lightly grazing against the tile. He felt her heat and juices against His balls, becoming wetter by the minute. He grasped her head, and quickly drew out of her with force just as her pussy was starting to clench further, swinging her body around and pulled her head to His cock. "Tell me how you taste, kitten." Jordan pressed her hot pussy against the cold floor and turned her head to Him, quickly taking His cock to her mouth, swirling her tongue around His meat. Her lips stroked Him as her teeth grazed against the vein beneath His shaft, her sugary cum mixing with the taste of His musky flesh. She drew her head back off His cock, a trail of her previous cum stretching from His shaft to her lips. "Sweet, Sir. Very sweet." His hand pushed her back down, and she lowered her chest to the floor, raising her rear for Him again. He looked down at His slick shimmering shaft and smiled, as His hands gently rested on either ass cheek, spreading them apart. He hadn't penetrated her ass in a while, and knew that she would be tight for Him. He gave a quick dip deeply into her pussy to slicken His shaft further, then drew out and lightly pressed the tip of His cock against her star shaped puckered anus. Jordan's eyes grew wide. "Master, I haven't stretched." As much as she loved her Master, He was thick, sometimes too thick for her rear if she hadn't prepared beforehand. The first time she let Him use her ass to catch His cum she cried at the pain, and was sore for days. He made up for it by His tender hand caressing her afterwards, and a new fancy collar, but it still hurt like hell. She quickly turned her head around to look at him over her back. He smiled. "Your point? It's mine." He leaned into her, pressing His thick meat into her rear, the muscles of her anus contracting at the foreign steel that entered her. She winced and quickly straightened her head with a grimace, and this was just His cock head. "Down, kitten." Jordan nodded and lowered her body again as He leaned over to her, His entire length sliding into her as her tail firmly beat against His chest, her cheeks nestled tightly against His groin. Her body clenched as a whole, spreading her fingers and hands against the floor. Her face tightened as He started His stroking, wincing and whimpering with each slow thrust. "Master, please..." she whispered. She rocked her body with His shaft, easing the pain slightly as her pussy dripped in desire, wanting His rod to caress her flesh again. He ignored her, stroking faster, gripping her hips and driving deeper into her tight rear. His legs quivered as He felt His heat rise in His belly, grunting through His pant. His. "Shut it." She pressed her forehead against the floor and clenched her fists, letting Him use her body as He wanted. His hips rocked and slammed firmly against her soft rear, finally giving her one last heave before cupping His hands against her hips, pulling her body firmly against His and cumming hard. He slowed His breathing, and lightly rubbed her back before slowly drawing out of her stretched ass. He slid His hand down her rear. "You wanna feel good? I'll make you feel good. Get your ass on that table," He said, pointing to the strong kitchen table next to them, slowly stepping to the closet. Jordan shivered lightly, and slowly crawled to the table as directed, using her body to climb up onto the thick hard and steady surface. "Master? You do make me feel good. I like it when you make me ..." "I said shut it, woman. I know what you like." He closed the closet door, rope in hand, and firmly pressed His hand against the back of her shoulders, forcing her chest to the table. "Kneel. Bring those knees under your body." As she tucked her knees beneath her, He dropped the rope to the floor, along with something else she could not see. Jordan felt His hand slide down her back, spreading His fingers along the width of her spine. With a nod, she closed her eyes, feeling His hand leave her back, and heard the sound of the rope being tied to the wooden table leg. She knew this rope well. It was yellow, rough, and would burn and leave marks if it was tied too tight and was brought taught too quickly. She felt it loop over the small of her back. "Lift your knees," He said, and she slowly lifted her knees from the table, feeling His strong arm around her, feeding the rope beneath her legs. The rope dropped around her and over the other side of the table, suddenly drawing tight. She winced, her body and legs becoming firmly gripped to the table, her rear and pussy fully exposed behind her. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, as the rough rope flopped across her shoulders, again drawing tight, pressing her breasts against the cold wood. She opened her eyes and looked at Him, lightly lifting her head. Master had lost His smile. "Sir .... I'm sorry, Sir." He gave her a look before tightening a loop around her wrist, fastening it to the leg closest to it, then to her other and doing the same. He knelt in front of her, His cock hanging down, fresh cum dripping from His thick mushroom head. His hand grasped her tags and bell, looping the rope through her collar and pulling it tightly down so her chin was firmly pressed against the table, finally tying the rope to itself between her wrists. "Look at me." Jordan's wide eyes looked up at His as He gently rested His fingers on her chin, jingling her bell. "You like to cum. You like to have Me make you cum. I like to make you cum. I like to cum as well. You make Me cum." Jordan nodded in agreement. With a gentle shake of her chin, He regained His smile. "You are My kitten." Jordan shifted her eyes from Him. "I'm sorry. I am your kitten. I should..." He suddenly lost His entire smile, and firmly placed His palm over her lips and mouth. "Quiet, damn it. That is enough, kitten." She brought her eyes back to Him, worried, scared, wondering what He had in store for her next as His hand quickly left her face, reaching below the table. The sudden sound of the duct tape unwinding sent shivers down her back, and she squirmed lightly beneath the rope. As His large hands tore the strip of gray plastic tape from the roll, her eyes trembled at Him, and her bound wrist wiggled lightly against the hard table. A muffled mumble was all she could get out past the gray tape as He firmly placed it across her soft furry lips. "No sorries. You know this. I will not hear any more of it." He stood and rested His firm, rough hand against her back, lightly scratching His fingers into her fur. This shiver made her eyes close shut, and her fur bristle all the way down her back, her tail quickly straightening, then curling over on it's end, her hips naturally arching up in presentation. This position made her swollen belly press against her thighs, again reminding her of what she carried inside her, and she closed her eyes, softly moaning past the tape across her lips. With a gentle smile, he whispered, "That's my good kitten." His fingers lightly scratched down her back, finally resting at the base of her tail, curling them around her bristled fur. Her tail curled tighter as she shivered again, her pussy becoming suddenly hot as she pressed her tongue against the inside of her teeth. "Kitten wants to cum? Of course she does." Jordan started to pant through her nose. His fingers scratching on her tail was making her hotter than ever, and she felt the drippings from her pussy start to trail down the back of her thighs. He scratched around her tail to her ass cheeks, digging His nails in more. Her eyes widened as His fingers left her rear, suddenly hearing another strip of tape being pulled from the roll, feeling the tape fastening her tail to her back. She darted her eyes back and fourth, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was doing behind her, suddenly clenching her eyes shut as the two inch vibrator quickly slid into her tightened pussy. Jordan knew this one well. Bright red, ridges, and the words "Master's Other Cock" written over and over in sharpie along its length. She twisted her head and moaned the best she could against the rope and the tightness of her collar. Her bell rattled against her tags with a soft jingle, her pussy muscles gripped the false cock as He slowly twisted it in place, and her ears perked as she heard the low rumble of the slowly shaking internal parts, rattling against her juices. Her heat hit her quickly, gasping against the tape across her lips, muffling a scream as she came fast, trying to catch her breath with a bead of sweat falling down her cheek. She could almost hear His grin. Jordan wiggled inside her bound confinement, each twist she made caused the tight rough rope to rub through her fur, tightening against her, digging deeper and closer to the flesh beneath it . The low rumble of the vibrator made her squirm more, whimpering against the tape on her face. His hand gently rested beneath her curled tail, caressing her lower back. "Kitten will cum." His emphasis on the word "will" made her wet again, and she clenched tightly on the plastic. Again, she heard the ripping of tape behind her, and couldn't help but stretch her head in the collar, pulling tightly against her neck, trying to look back at what He was doing. Before she could catch a glimpse, she felt the stickiness of the tape fastening the cock in place, still running, still shaking, still driving her hormones to the brink of screaming at her, begging her to beg him to stop. She breathed heavily through her nose as His hand trailed up her back. His hand appeared next to her head, His other sliding a blank piece of paper. She looked up at Him, her eyes whimpering , quietly moaning a mumbled beg. In His teeth, he held a large quill feather pen, humming to himself "You belong to me". As His hand drew the quill from His lips, He started singing softly, slowly writing out the words, "You Belong To Me, Kitten" in His rough, sketchy handwriting. Her eyes darted between the paper and His eyes, and then to the feather quill that He trailed along the side of His cheek, gently tapping its firm bristles against Him in thought. "Kitten will cum, but when I say she can. Fight those hormones for Me." As He slowly walked behind her, her head relaxed and her chin fell to the table. Her body shivered, listening to His slow footsteps, and quivered more as He ran the quill down the edge of her naked body. Jordan closed her eyes tightly. His hand trailed His fingers down the back of her rear, making her shiver again, her inner heat burning her spine. Torture, that's what it was. She panted heavily, trying to think of anything but the low rumble inside her pussy. Another tape ripping sound came from behind her as she felt His fingers slide along the edge of the tape already fastened to her ass, now dripping wet. "And I'm going to give you a challenge, kitten." She felt the hard end of the quill pen scratch her fur, then the bristles of the feather against her clit, shaking vigorously against the vibrator as the fresh piece of tape held it in place. Jordan moaned loudly, her pussy spasming and ready to cum. He stepped back and admired her, bound to the table. Turning back to the closet, He could hear her whimpers, and closed His eyes with a smile. "Doing alright, kitten?" All Jordan was able to produce was a grunt against the tape across her lips. "Good ... Good ... " He reached inside the closet and grasped His guitar case, carrying it to His brown leather chair next to the kitchen table. Sitting down, He laid the case on the floor in front of Him, and looked at her with a smirk. "Been working on this for a while." "Thank god," she thought. "Something to distract me from this." She watched Him unfasten the latches on the hard case, the clicking sound drawing from the rumble in her pussy. He opened the case slowly, her eyes pinned on His hands as they lifted it. Pulling the wooden instrument to His chest, He smirked at her, and slowly strummed an open chord, letting the strings vibrate cleanly. Her eyes fixated on the open hole of the guitar, and the vibration of the strings in front of it. "Oh shit." She felt her pussy clench again, letting out another whimper. He smiled, resting His open hand over the strings to silence them. "Nope. No cumming." He closed His eyes, lightly plucking the strings, major key, minor key, back to major. She loved listening to him play, with His low, soft and almost raspy voice. Fighting her hormones was hard, but she held her first wave and let herself relax slightly, as best she could. Jordan closed her eyes, and panted the rest of the way out of her heat. Her face softened, relaxing, and listened to the quiet, ignoring the humming behind her inside her pussy. He grinned. "That's my good girl," and leaned back, crossing His legs as He held His guitar to His chest. He continued to play, looking at her, looking at the sweat that started to form on her forehead. As He started to sing, she recognized the song. It was their song, the very first song He played for her, and she was amazed that she hadn't realized what song it was before. Her heat started again, and the rumble of His voice sent shivers back down her back, suddenly remembering the feather bristles against her clit. They were wet, but still vibrated and shook with the slow shake of the vibrator. Jordan made a loud whimper, and looked at Him with pleading eyes. He simply shook His head. "No cumming." Jordan gripped the table hard, and arched her back against the rope, stretching it. Giving a heavy grunt, she lightly rocked her hips back to the loving and shaking vibrator, knowing it was His. She panted, dreaming for His cock, dreaming for the weight of His body to plunge into her, but there was no weight there. Only the constant shaking buzz with the feather flutter could she feel, and it drove her mad. "Please," she thought. "I'm a good girl. Please let me cum." She whimpered again to Him, her face pleading, her rear still rocking, hoping He understood that she needed to cum. She flicked what she could of her tail, and arched her back again, shifting her knees slightly to her side, and pressing her swelling belly against the table. "You Belong to Me" is not a long song, and He was about finished when He finally looked up at her. He grinned and narrowed His eyes to her, finishing out the final verse. "... just remember darling all the while, you belong to me." He let the strings ring silent before resting His hand back over the strings. "You want to cum, don't you?" Jordan nodded quickly, her collar tugging at her neck. Resting the guitar back in its case and slowly closing the cover, sliding it to the side, He stood. A slow walk to her head, and resting His hands on the back of her head, He whispered. "You belong to Me. I will make you feel good, won't I." Jordan nodded quickly, still whimpering, now louder as her pussy twitched and burned, her juices almost flowing from her, soaking the duct tape. He scratched the back of her head. "What do I want?" Her voice was mumbled through the duct tape. Her tongue slid between her lips, trying to separate the tape from the fur on her face, pressing harder as the vibrator and feather became all the more apparent as she rocked. "Oh, I'm sorry. You can't talk. Let me get that for you." He reached His fingers beneath the tape across her mouth, already soaked and loose with saliva and sweat. It came off easily and without much effort, still gripping to parts of her fur. Wincing, she whimpered again, partially at the need to cum, partially at the pain of the fur being pulled from her tender face. Her voice trembled as her eyes shut tightly. "Please, Sir. You want to know that I am yours. Please, may I cum?" With a gentle hand, He rested the tape on the table. "Not yet." Jordan rocked harder, closing her eyes with a sigh. He drew a hand from her head, and lightly stroked His still firm cock, lightly curling His fingers around it, guiding His shaft to her mouth, and pressing its head to her lips. She quickly drew the mushroom head into her mouth, sucking firmly, swirling and curling her tongue around it. She widened her lips, opening her mouth fully, and slid the tip of her tongue down His length, leaning forward against the rope as His hand left His cock and returned to the back of her head, pressing lightly in approval of her sucking, wanting more. He grunted as he leaned His hips to her. Closing her mouth around the base of His shaft, she choked lightly, swallowing, closing the back of her throat against the head of His cock and hearing her bell jingle again. Finally breathing through her nose, she rested her teeth against His flesh, just how He liked. She shivered again, her pussy juices flowing freely, forming a puddle beneath her, running to her feet. Her hips trembled and she whimpered again, and rocked her mouth firmly against Him as He stroked His cock into her throat. "Such a good girl." He slid a hand to her ear, scratching it lightly, starting to pant as His cock throbbed against her lips. "Once I cum, you may cum." Hearing this her hips bucked in reflex. She wanted Him to cum. She wanted to taste His seed. Her bucking hips drove her mouth further along His shaft and she tightened her lips against him, growling loudly in frustration. He quickened His thrust, acting as if her small firm mouth was her pussy that He could stretch to it's limit. Each drive He took to her lips sent His cock head to the back of her throat, pressing firmly and almost choking her and loudly rattling her bell, before drawing back to do it again. He grunted loudly. His warmth radiated from His groin to her face as He gripped her hair tight. Jordan had to time her breathing with His thrusts, rocking against Him, inhaling between the short times between chokes. Jordan curled her toes, not knowing if her pussy could take any more. Her clit certainly wasn't helping her, dripping with wet silky slither that was teased with the soft feather. Her breaths turned to whimpered cries, begging for His sticky release. Her cries drew louder as He breathed vocally through His teeth, making her body shake and shudder. "Please," she thought. "I'm begging you." His head arched back as His grunts turned to growls, echoing against the kitchen tiles. He slowed His thrusts, grinning, and pulled His hands to her cheek with a smile. "You ready, kitten?" He whispered. "You better be." Jordan nodded quickly with His cock in her lips, vigorously swirling her tongue along the bottom of His shaft. Gripping the sides of her head, He pushed His shaft deep inside her, holding her head in place as His cock head cut off the air to the back of her throat. She swallowed so she could simply breathe. The motion of her throat muscles milked His cock, making His chest roar a loud moan. His seed shot from Him, filling her mouth and throat, seeping from the corners of her pursed lips. She screamed to His cock, whimpering as her pussy finally released in a swarm of heat and cum, quickly filling the puddle of juices between her legs on the table with white slickness. Her body shook, spent, and continued to cum, wave after wave, soaking the tape holding the vibrator and feather in place. Becoming loose, the feather pen dropped into the puddle of joy between her knees, soaking the rest of its bristles. As His hands slid over her shoulders and down her back she shivered, cumming again, hearing the drip drop of her cum to the table. Moaning softly, she slid her tongue along His shaft, tasting all of His salty goodness with a content sigh. He regained His breath, giving the top of her head a pat, and lightly flicked her bell with His fingers. "Good girl. Very good girl," He whispered to her. He drew His hips back, letting His limp cock fall from her lips. Jordan smiled brightly, and trailed her tongue along the edge of her mouth, searching for more of His cum, not wanting to lose a drop. "Want to get off that table, do we?" She looked up at Him and smiled, lightly wiggling her rear and tail behind her, giving Him a slow nod. His hands untied the rope from her collar, then trailed His fingers up her chin, pulling her face up lightly. She stretched her neck, giving His belly a soft subtle kiss. As He released her hands, she quickly wrapped her arms around Him, pulling His strong lower body to her chest. "Thank you, Sir," she said in her soft content voice. He reached His hands down her body, unfastening the rope around her waist, and quickly pulling the tape holding her curled tail against her fur. She winced at the rip, clenching her eyes and face against His body, quickly regaining her satisfied smile. She curled her back, her pussy clenching again firmly, strong enough to push the vibrator out of her cunt. It hit the table with a loud thud, and rolled in her cum before falling to the floor, splattering against the tile. "I love you, kitten. More tea if you don't mind." His hand slid up her back and around her neck, gently caressing her, finally running His fingers through her hair lovingly. Jordan purred loudly, and leaned her head to His hand, pushing her soft cheek into His rough palm. He cupped her face, and offered her assistance off the table. Slowly, she stepped down, one delicate foot at a time, standing upright in front of Him. Her smile never left her face, and she slid her whole body into His chest, nuzzling her cheek firmly against it. "Yes, Sir," she whispered softly, turning her head and gently kissing the muscle of His upper bare body. She ran her fingers along the edge of His shoulders, lightly twirling them in His fur. Turning slowly, she kept her hands on Him for as long as possible, daintily making her way to the kitchen. He smiled, and walked back to His brown leather chair next to His guitar, His eyes never leaving her body. He watched her make His tea, admiring how she held her hands against her heart, both of them knowing that it belonged to Him. He slowly sat down, and rested His large hands atop the arms of the chair, relaxing into it. The sound of the tea kettle whistled against the calm silence. She remembered the tea bag and the cup, as well as the sugar. Her eyes looked over her shoulder at Him, and she smirked as she stirred His tea with her finger again. Master liked His tea sweet, and always said that she made it sweeter. He was corny like that at times, and she loved it. Her footsteps padded softly against the kitchen floor as she turned, and walked over to Him, still stirring His tea with her finger. Looking up at her as she walked, He sighed softly, patting His lap. Jordan smirked, slowly and gently sat down on His thighs, lightly swung her legs over one of the arms of the chair, and turned the handle of the tea cup to him cupping the base with her hands as He liked. His. His head leaned forward and kissed her gently, as His hand reached out to take His tea cup, resting His arm across her lap. As He drew the cup to His lips, she curled her head into His chest, nuzzling it again, folding her arms to the side of her head and resting her hands on His chest. She closed her eyes, smiling softly with a purr, and listened to the bell rattle against her tags.. He lowered His head, kissing the top of it gently with a smile. "You belong to me." Through a deep content sigh and grin, she whispered, "Yes, Sir," and slid a hand to her swelling belly. His Her Master controlled every part of his pet's life. From who she saw and what she wore to what she put into her body- both sexually and otherwise. Food, drink, medicine, vitamins- all were under his control. And yet he still kept some secrets from his charge. For example, that her birth control pills had been placebo the last two weeks. Or that her vitamins had been switched out for those more suited to an expecting mother. He had been watching her carefully, planning his attack. And perhaps his pet knew something was amiss; some subconscious hormonal signal had switched on in her brain. Or perhaps it was his recent behavior, the lack of sex, the strange boxes arriving at the house that had tipped her off, made her more cautious around him. But the cause of her wariness was of no concern to him. He had been watching her closely and knew that tonight was the night he would strike. He entered the kitchen, a flicker of amusement dancing around his lips. His little mouse had been working hard to regain the favor she thought that she had lost. If only she knew. The room was scrupulously polished, dusted and mopped, and he could smell his favorite dessert baking in the oven. Clearing his throat, her Master waited for his pet to appear. And she did, coming around the corner at the sound of him. As always, she was fully nude, as he liked her best, bare feet pitter-pattering on the floor. She bit her lip a bit at the sight of him. It really had been too long, he reflected to himself. These last two weeks of celibacy had done a number on them both. And then she met his eyes. That singular glance never ceased to take his breath away. Her eyes, dark and wide, traced with lacy lashes were full of a thousand emotions at once. Unquestionable loyalty, true, but also deep love, submission, and a touch of concern for what he had planned. His eyes traced down her body- he was, after all, a man faced with a beautiful woman- and he felt himself harden. Her lips, plump, red, luscious. Full, round, pale breasts topped with dark nipples like chocolate chips made for tasting. Delicious curves, first in to a slender waist, then out to hips made to be grabbed as he took her from behind. Not the shape of a girl, but of a woman, a fertility goddess from legends of old. Shapely legs, between which nestled her bush, concealing her tantalizing pussy from prying eyes, the darkness of that hair matching the locks sweeping behind her waist. She was not a delicate flower, but a sturdy thing, a woman who could hold her own in bed and mind. So much more, then, was the privilege for any man to be able to call himself her Master. And her Master he was. And she was his. His lover, his pet, his possession. His plaything. A smile danced around his lips again. It was going to be time to play another game soon, one he had been planning for quite some time. One drunken night, back when he was merely dating the woman who would become his pet, she had confessed a fantasy to him, of being secretly impregnated. Pregnancy was something they both found erotic, and the thought of controlling this deep, intimate aspect of her womanhood... he caught his breath as he snapped back to the moment at hand and the beautiful woman standing before him, head bowed. He approached his pet, caressing her pale cheek softly. "So, my little one," he gently murmured into her ear, his stubble tickling her, "Have you missed me in your bed?" The ragged gasp, nearly a moan answered his question for him, even before she turned up her eyes and answered him with two words laced with longing. "Oh, yes." The same wicked little smile returned to his lips, filling his eyes and she knew it was not that she had done something wrong. These last two weeks had preyed on her deeper insecurities. Perhaps he no longer found her attractive; perhaps she'd done something wrong. But the look in his eyes, a look full of lust and longing dashed away those insecurities like cobwebs in the breeze. Whatever this latest game he had thought up, she knew she would enjoy it. And then he smiled at his Pet, a gentle smile, and took her by the hand leading her gently into the bedroom. He motioned to the bed, and quivering with excitement she climbed on, biting her lip. The last two weeks had been maddening for her and she ached for him in a way that she hadn't for a long time. "Your hands, pet" he commanded, and she held them out as ordered. Her Master removed his tie, and with a few simple, deft motions he had her hands bound above her head to the headboard. She squirmed deliciously, and he had to restrain himself. Could there be anything more beautiful than his woman, bound and willing to take him? He slid a pillow under her hips; not only would it improve the chances of his sperm reaching that lonely egg, but it would also serve to give him leverage to truly ravish her. It began slowly. He leveraged himself over her, covering her with his body. Kissing her gently, first on the forehead and then the nose. Moving down, he first planted a simple peck on her lips, and then, as if emboldened, took her by surprise with the next. Mixing electricity and passion with the restrained lust of the last two weeks, it was as if he was making love to her lips, conquering them, ravishing them. She moaned and responded in kind, kissing, nibbling, crying out into his mouth. And as she did, he allowed his hands to roam her body, reacquainting himself with those delicious curves. Grasping her breasts, her hips, holding tight to her waist until she squeaked. He broke the kiss, and she strained after him, but even without her natural submissiveness she was bound to the bed and his to do with as he pleased, the pace his to set. His kisses trailed down, no less full of hunger as he bit and kissed her pale, unmarked neck, almost growling in lust. She moaned, head back with her lip bit, enjoying it every bit as much as he. "Please..." she panted, begging him to take her now, to stop teasing her and just ravish her as she needed. But he was her Master, and he would do as he willed. His kisses traveled southward, to those breasts he adored. Worshipping them, ravaging them with bites and marks. Whoever had sad "more than a handful is wasteful" had never seen her glorious chest. Her cups overflowed with pert, perky wonders, so sensitive that he knew he could make her cum just by toying with them. And so he intended to, first breathing gently, licking, teasing one thick, dark nipple as he pinched and tweaked the other. Her breathing sped up and he smiled to himself, knowing what he was doing to her. He knew her body as he knew his own, and knew how to pleasure it as he knew his own. Something indescribable was swelling in her, clawing at her throat and in her belly as her moans intensified in pitch and volume as she screamed in ecstasy, bound hands clenching and unclenching, toes curled tight as it swelled and swelled. And as her cries intensified, so did his ministrations, sucking and biting and pinching harder, as if to draw blood or milk from her fat, puffy nipples. Then the dam deep within her, building up with pressure burst, her back arching as she came, overwhelmed with lustful frenzy, panting and screaming his name. She was not allowed to rest, not allowed to be sated as his hand traveled down to her sopping wet pussy. Inserting two fingers, he immediately began to rub her g-spot in a "come hither" motion, his knuckles teasing her clit with almost brutal precision. She squirmed, trying to close her thighs, but his strength hindered her. She panted and moaned, and he thrilled in every moment as she came again, the rush of adrenaline flooding over her. Lowering his head to her delightful pink pussy, he began to lick and tease her swollen clit, lapping quickly and suckling, not stopping when she screamed and moaned with orgasm again, her thighs tightening around his head as she came and came. And then he straightened up, draping his body over her again and kissing her fiercely, letting her taste her nectar on his lips and tongue. Grasping her broad hips, fingers denting into her soft flesh, he thrust deeply, almost painfully into her wet slit. Her back arched yet again as he entered her, her hands grasping at air as her eyes rolled back in her head, a nearly bestial grin on her face as she took him, hips bucking to meet his every thrust. Now he was overcome, engaging his own lusts within her, penetrating to her most intimate depths as he impaled her on his cock. He was not oversized, nor unusually thick, but he knew how to use his tool to pleasure them both. And pleasure them he did, tearing into her welcoming body, so tight and wet as he took her, biting at her neck once again, feeling her moans reverberate against his face as he marked her as his own. His own orgasm began to build, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear once again, knowing that she was not yet too far gone to comprehend his words. "Are you ready to grow my baby, my little slut?" The look of surprise on her face, expression clearly jerked out of her erotic reverie, indicated that these unexpected words had had the desired effect. "Wh-what?" she squeaked, still now even as his pace increased, fucking her deeper. He could feel her tension, making her already tantalizingly tight pussy nearly painful as he ravished her. "I said," he growled in her ear, no pretenses now "are you ready to grow my baby? Are you ready for me to impregnate you, fill your womb and transform you?" She squirmed now, under him, these unexpected words acting on her exactly as he'd hoped "You... you can't! I'm on the pill!" she moaned, meeting his thrusts nearly unconsciously. "Placebo, pet... didn't you wonder why I've waited so long to fuck you? To take what is mine?" she moaned at these words, squirming now. "Keep squirming, little one. I have you, and we both know I will do as I wish with you, and that you will enjoy it. After all, don't you want to give your master what he wants?" the look on her face was one of frozen panic, and he groaned before she could even open her mouth to answer him "Too late, pet, because here... it... comes!" he moaned now, his own orgasm taking over, grunting animalistically with each powerful thrust, hands tight on his pet's wide hips as she squirmed and struggled under him, crying out each time he thrust deep into her most intimate depths, feeling as he swelled inside of her, throbbing, preparing to fill her. And then with a mighty roar, he came, flooding her fertile body with his virile seed. His Author's Note: This started as a fun RP between me and a... hmmmm i'll call him a friend lol It escalated to this after I was naughty trying to turn him on by sending what I would like to happen in such a situation as written here, but it was so good I decided to turn it into a story. I hope you all like it cuz I freakin' love it! He's also my editor for the... uhhh VERY raw version of this that I wrote lol Thanks so much... steph *giggles* ***** I look at the clock for what feels like the hundredth time. I've still got 15 minutes before he's due, plenty of time to go over it all again. I turn in front of the full length mirror one more time, picking at the skirt he'd told...well...ordered...me to wear. I tug at the hem again, painfully aware of how short it is. I look up and sigh, realizing that even if the skirt were longer, the crystal studded neckline of my shirt dips so low that everyone would still be staring at my breasts. I mutter to myself, "Legs or tits, legs or tits, but no, Mr. Greedy has to have both." My hair's pulled back from my neck, showing off the choker and its "decorative" dog tag with my name etched into the front and 'Property of S' on the back. I turn, my eyes tracing the line down my body to the 6" heels Master prefers I wear since they 'show my legs to perfection.' And I am showing a LOT of leg: I tug harder at the skirt and wince when I hear a thread somewhere snap. "OK OK... no more tugging," I sigh, rolling my eyes at myself. I recheck my blood red lipstick just as the doorbell rings, and I nearly give myself whiplash turning toward the door. Glancing back at the mirror, scowling at myself I stick my tongue out at my reflection, then grin and grab my purse, hurrying to the door. Opening it slowly, I look out smiling nervously up at Master as I drink him in, and as I'm looking him up and down I realize how smartly he's dressed. Frowning, I look up: "Are we going to the same place?" He makes a tsking sound at me, smirking, and says, "Hello to you too little one." I blush as I hear the admonishment. I stand up straighter and stretch to kiss him, loving the feel of his hand wrapping around my waist as he grabs my ass and presses me against his length. He does this like he has every right to, and of course he does. The thought makes me shiver, and I feel hips twitch a little at that. Master pulls away just as it's getting interesting, so I pout up at him, because I know it will make him smile. He does. "Patience, pet. Now, are you wearing the underwear I asked you to?" I step back, grinning up at him. "Yes, Master." He makes an 'up' motion with his hand, leaning back against the door I pull up my nonexistent skirt to one side and show him the boyshorts with 'Bad to the Bone' written on them. "Good, slut. Now, take them off." I blush even more as I glance around, shimmying out of them and placing them in his outstretched hand, my stomach tightening in arousal. Keeping his eyes locked on mine he lifts them up and takes a deep breath. "Mmm... I see my toy is wet." I blush, nodding as I look down. "Good. Turn." He says this abruptly, in that moment his voice taking on that non nonsense Dom tone which makes me soaked and jump to do his bidding. I turn and face the door. "Brace." I hear him say this while he lifts the skirt up over my bare ass. I lift my hands to brace on the door. A slight breeze blows against my ass as he rams his fingers into my cunt, making me stand on tiptoe and letting out a surprised cry of pained pleasure. Feeling him lean into me as he fucks my cunt hard, painfully rough, he whispers. "This...is mine. Do you understand me, cunt?" Gasping, I nod. "Y-yes Master." He bites my earlobe, growling. "What this hole feels or doesn't feel, what this hole takes is up to me as its owner. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Master!" I cry out. I knew this already, but reaffirming that I was his property was something he loved to do whenever possible, and sometimes when it wasn't, since he knew it all but drove me mad with lust. Which is what was happening now. My cunt was fluttering, so close to release, and I pushed back at him, groaning. But before I could get any closer he yanked his fingers away. "Spread." The he slapped my inner thighs, and though all I wanted to do was beg him to let me cum I spread my legs wider. I could feel his hand and then the scrape of material as he reached up between my legs. I gasp, realizing he's holding my panties, then moaning as he starts stuffing them into my cunt. I spread my legs wider moaning as he pushing and shoves them into me. It's almost but not quite uncomfortable, leaving me feeling VERY full. Once they are inside he tugs on my cunt lips. "This is why I love boyshorts: they show an ass to perfection and are perfect to stuff a cunt to its limits." Then presses my cunt lips together as if to seal in my underwear and I'm sure that if I looked I wouldn't be able to see anything but I can feel every last inch of them as I squirm. I feel him straighten and then I'm yanked around, his had in my hair. Suddenly he's leaning over me, kissing me hard reaching down between us he spanks my clit brutally hard, making me yelp and pant looking up at him through my eyes heavy lidded with lust. My mouth works as I try to talk, unsure of what I want to say. Suddenly he pulls away and starts out the door for his car. "Come, cunt." I let out a slightly sarcastic "Woof" at S's command as I follow him to the car. This earns me a raised eyebrow in return with a chuckle as he climbs into the car. "I knew you were a bitch." My eyes widen in surprise as I let out a loud laugh. "You're horrid!" "Yes and you love it" "Maybe...maybe..not." I answer with a smirk as I fasten my seatlbelt and lean back, crossing my legs. In a blur of motion S leans over, smacking my thigh, making me yelp in pain and jerk in surprise looking over with a hurt expression. "I was kidding," I manage to mumble. S's eyes soften as he raises his hand and palms my chin, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb then pressing and invading my mouth, simply taking as he always does. I automatically start sucking. I make sure I bob my head and suck on Master's thumb, biting around the base like I was taught to pleasure his cock. I hear him speak again. "Your legs". Frowning I look up, seeing him looking pointedly down at my crossed legs. I move to straighten but Master hooks his thumb in my mouth shaking his head. I start to suck on his thumb again not breaking eye contact as I uncross my legs and spread them moaning in pleasure when he praises me. "Good slut." Then I swallow hard as he pull his thumb away and slowly reaches down to toy with my clit with his now wet digit. Throwing my head back, eyes closed I moan loudly, my hips bucking in pleasure, already so close to the edge. In seconds I'm close to orgasm and once again I am denied my pleasure as Master pulls his thumb away only to place it on my lips for me to suck once more. Opening my mouth, my eyes trying to tell him of my need, I suck his thumb, tasting myself on it. Smiling, Master pulls his thumb free and runs it along my lips. "Remember, your holes are always open and ready for my use... never cross your legs, whether I'm around or not. Understand, pet?" I'm breathing harder from being on edge and his words. I nod, answering breathlessly. "Y-yes Master, I'll try not to forget again." Now I'm thinking it's probably best my pussy was stuffed seeing as I would be soaked at this point being 'open' and 'available' for his use. The thought makes me squirm even more. Grinning Master turns, starting the car and pulling out of the garage. "I know pet, and that's what I love about you. You always try your best". Grinning proudly I look up at Master. "Even when I fail your unfair tests?" I ask with a laugh, thinking of the orgasm control and other such evil ideas he loves to plague me with. Looking down at me he gives me a look of pure innocence. "Me? Unfair? Neverrr." He drags out the 'R' in 'never' making me laugh. Then with a muttered "insolent wench" he starts to tease my clit with his thumb and fingers making gasp and lift my hips to meet his teasing as he plays with my clit. His Kali climbed out of the bath, wrapping her long hair up in a towel and headed out to the bedroom. His request had been simple and she felt a slight shiver at what was to come. She dressed according to his specifications. Her hair hung loose, dropping in auburn waves down to the middle of her back. Her eyes a crystal blue, the color of the ocean on a clear day. Kali walked over to the closet and withdrew the sheer black silk dress he had instructed her to wear. She slipped it over her head the fabric brushing over her sensitive nipples making them grow into hard little buds. She wore no panties or bra tonight for he wanted her bare under her dress. Kali slipped on a pair of black pumps, her long legs bare and soft to the touch. She slipped on the last item which was the satin collar he had bought for her to wear. Gray satin with one word in bold black letters wrote across it "His". Kali walked out the front door of their house and got into the car to drive to the restaurant he had picked out. Her legs felt a bit weak, her stomach in knots. She didn't know what this night would bring but knew that she wanted to please him. Her nipples were aching from the silk brushing back and forth across them. She knew better than to touch them though and bring some pleasure to herself. Kali Knew he wanted her on edge tonight, wanted her body to anticipate what would come. Kali arrived at the restaurant at nine pm on the dot as per his instructions. Walking in she gave her name to the Maitre’D and waited for him to seat her. This was a high class restaurant with high vaulted ceilings, low intimate lighting. The Maitre'D returned and led her to a table in the back, it was off a bit by itself. He handed her a menu and a note which he said had been left for her. Kali laid the menu down and read the note carefully. "Hello my pet I see you have done as told, very good I am proud of you. Now when the waiter comes tell him you would like a glass of champagne and that you would like to be left alone for awhile. Once the champagne arrives and the waiter has moved off I want you to adjust the table cloth so it covers your hips and legs. Next I want you to slide your dress up past your thighs and spread your legs as wide as you can. Remember my pet I am here and watching. Now take a sip of your champagne, then slip your hands under the table cloth and between your legs. I want you to hold your lips open for me my pet, wide open and stay that way no matter what happens. You aren't allowed to cum until I say you can. That's all for now my sweet." Kali shivered at his instructions, glancing around at all the people in the room. The waiter returned and she did as she was told and ordered a glass of champagne and asked to be left alone until she called for him. The waiter smiled and nodded his head in agreement. Kali took a sip of her drink and swallowed hard, her breathing already a bit heavy from nerves. She slid to the edge of her seat, moving the table cloth so that it covered her all the way to her hips. Kali then spread her legs wide and slipped her hands between her thighs. She slipped her fingers into the folds of her pussy, pulling her lips wide apart. A slight breeze brushed against her clit making her shiver slightly from the sensation. Kali sat and waited, not knowing what was going to happen. She watched the people talking at the other tables. Noticing a women approaching her table she becomes nervous. The women didn't say a word but pulled a chair very close to Kali. She then sat down and gave Kali a slight smiles but still didn't speak to her. Kali gasped lightly as the women's hand slipped under the table and between Kali's thighs. She knew not to move a inch for she had been told to say as she was no matter what happened. The women’s fingers slipped inside Kali making her shiver from the pleasure it brought her. Control was what the lesson was about tonight. While her insides quivered her outside appearance had to be that of total control. The women worked her fingers in and out of Kali`s hot pussy never saying a word just finger fucking her. Kali moaned slightly then snapped her eyes open to look around and see if anyone heard her. A few people glanced her way but nothing more. She bit her lip as the women slipped her fingers out of Kali and then began massaging her clit. Rubbing the hard little nub, working it over with her fingers. Kali felt her legs shaking, trying to maintain control and still hold herself open to this stranger who was invading her body. She felt her climax building, knowing she couldn't cum until he said she could. She looked around but still didn't see any sign of him anywhere. She let out a low sob as the women plunged her fingers back inside Kali`s pussy. Just when she thought she couldn't hang on any longer she saw him. He emerged from the shadows and walked slowly towards her. Kali sat shivering and shaking. The women continued to work over Kali's now throbbing pussy. He pulled a chair close to the other side of Kali and sat down. Leaning over to whisper in her ear "You have done very well tonight my pet. Now listen to me carefully, You may only cum when I say Now. You must remember where you are and remain in control. When I say "Now" I want you to cum and cum hard soaking the seat under you. Nod if you understand me." Kali shook her head yes, her breathing now heavy and ragged. She looked around once more at all the people, noticed a few were glancing their way. She no longer cared what they thought she just wanted to please him. The women’s hand moved away as she got up and left the table as silently as she had come. Kali made a slight noise of displeasure but was soon pleased for her Masters hand took its place. His fingers were much more powerful and knew her body well. He slipped his fingers deep inside of her, fucking her with two of them while his thumb worked on her clit. Kali choked back a sob, her fingers trying hard to hold herself open to him. She gasped as her body clinched around his fingers pulling them inside her. Looking into his eyes, pleading with him to give her the release she needed so badly. He only smiled, letting his fingers fuck her in and out. Brushing her G-Spot each time he went up inside her. She let out a whimper, her breath coming in short gasps. He leaned in and said "NOW" my pet, cum hard for me. Kali needed no more encouragement and bucked her hips up to his hand and came. Biting hard on her lip to keep from yelling out as her orgasm shook her in wave after wave spilling over his fingers and onto the seat. Her eyes closed as she rode the waves that racked her, not caring what people thought. Slowly he removed his fingers from her dripping pussy, wiping them on the table cloth. Kali felt herself slowly return to earth, her body still shaking from her release. Leaning over to her, he whispers "fix yourself my dear while I pay for the champagne". Kali did as she was told, then watched him make his way back over to her after paying the bill. He took her hand and helped her to stand, then led her out to their car. Kali shivered, she knew this was only the start of their night together and couldn't wait to see what came next. His She was His. Her past didn't matter, or her future, her desires, her needs, her fantasies, they all didn't matter because tonight, she was his. His toy, his object, his desire were all that were important. She was naked and shivering, mostly from the coolness of the darkened room, but also from a touch of fear... His desires were important tonight, his wants, his needs...and what he wanted, what would arouse him...was her pain, and he intended to be VERY aroused tonight. He brushed her soft lips with his fingertips then pushed inside her mouth, forcing her to open for him. He placed a ring behind her teeth and buckled it around her head. She could scream or breath, but she couldn't close her mouth and he had open access to use her it however he chose. Spinning her around, he pulled her hands behind her and placed them back-to-back. He wound a thin rope around the wrists and tied it off then bent her arms so her hands were between her shoulder blades. Taking the long ends of the rope, he crossed them over her shoulders and down her chest where he used them to wrap tightly around the base of her tits. After making sure the rope was secure, he tied string onto the ends of eight clothespins, for four of them, he tied the free end onto the straps of the ring gag, after pushing her head toward her chest, he put two clothespins on one side each nipple. Now she couldn't move her head without pulling at the tender nubs. He forces her onto her knees and spreading her legs as far apart as they can go, he ties them to a spreader bar. He ties the free ends of the remaining clothespins to the center of the spreader bar, then pushing her head down to the floor and pinches the clothespins directly on her nipples. She looks so helpless there, crouched on the floor, unable to move an inch up or down, or even side to side. Her ass and pussy fully exposed for his use. His cock is so hard just looking at her he could drill thru rock with it. He can't wait another minute; he grabs a handful of her hair and yanks her head up, knowing that the clothespins will pull cruelly at her nipples. He rams his whole dick into her mouth. All the way down till he feels the back of her throat pressing against the head. He fucks her mouth deep and fast, barely giving her room to breathe. He could shoot his load right there and then but he has much more planned for tonight and he so with one final deep thrust, he reluctantly pulls his cock out. She is in some pain now, but he plans to make it much worse. Her ass is high up in the air and just begging for him. He slowly works his leather belt from his pants. It's wide and supple and fits his hand just perfectly. He waits just one moment, then with all his considerable strength he whips the belt against her ass. Fast and hard he whips her, this is no easy warm up, no game he plays, he wants her pain, and he wants a lots of it!! He beats her as she screams, cracking the belt against her ass with every sound, Her whimpers make him even hotter and he hits her again and again, He whips her ass until she breaks down and sobs, as well as she can with the ring in her mouth she begs him to stop.... it only spurs him on more, He beats her as her ass turns purple and blue and each crack is as hard and fast as the first. Finally, when even his arm is tired, and his cock is about to bust open, he kneels behind her and slams himself into her wet pussy. If he had, by any chance, started to regret his cruelty, the cunt juice dripping down her thighs would fix that. But he didn't regret a thing, and he sure wasn't done with her tonight. As he drives himself into her, he digs his fingers into her abused ass and pushes both his thumbs into her extremely tight asshole. He decides that later he will punch his entire fist in, but for now, he wants that tight ass clenched around his dick. His thumbs pull her open wide and he pulls out of her cunt and plunges equally hard and fast into her asshole. He rides her hard, without any regard if she is ready or not, is she can accommodate his length and girth, if she even can handle him there. Nothing matters, for tonight, she is HIS. His He called when he got settled at home. The call was short, just long enough to give her the time and details for when to be at his place. It had been several months since they had last been together, and both were anticipating something they hadn't experienced in a long time. She had trouble sleeping that night- the anticipation was driving her crazy. They had made love before, but it wasn't until recently that their mutual D/s desires and needs had surface. As she was showering, she kept thinking about his touch. She took her time preparing for him. She knew this time would be different than all the times they had been together before, and wanted to make sure she followed his instruction to every last detail. As she was soaping up, she was glad she had taken the time to get a bikini wax so she would be nice and neat for him. Her hair was still short from the last time she had shaved. She had thought about shaving for him, but remembered their conversation and his desire to shave her, so she opted for the waxing instead. She wasn't sure if he planned to shave her this time or not. In fact, she didn't know what his plans for this meeting were. They had talked about so many things they wanted to do, that anything was possible. She put on the black lace panties he wanted her to wear and immediately felt her desire growing. She smiled to herself when she thought about how excited she got every time he had given her instructions and orders recently. She had thought of playing with herself several times over the last couple of weeks. All she had to do was ask his permission, but she decided to let her frustration grow- and wait until they could be together. She arrived at the his condo early; knowing this would please him. They wanted all the time together they could get. He answered the door almost as soon as she knocked. He was as ready for this as she was. He closed the door behind her, took her bag and put it down, took her in his arms and kissed her and held her tight. It had been too long since they had been together. Their kisses grew more and more passionate, standing there just inside the door. He slid his hands under her shirt and slid it up over her head. She was surprised at this; he usually took his time before starting to undress her. He ran his hands over her breasts, feeling her hard nipples through her bra. He loved her breasts and couldn't wait to get his mouth on them and see just how much she would endure for him. She moaned softly as he began kissing her neck. She backed away slightly, leaning against the wall behind her, as she ran her hands across his shoulders. He rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, pulling and twisting, causing her to moan even more. "You really like that, don't you hon?" he whispered softly in her ear. "Yes, very much" she answered, almost in a moan. As he kissed from her ear to her lips, he moved his hands to her back, releasing the clasp of her bra. Then, sliding his hands up her soft skin to her shoulders, he slid her bra off, giving him full access to her large breasts and large nipples. Oh yes, he would love torturing those nipples! He leans down and takes one of her hard nipples into his mouth and sucking on it, teasing it with his tongue. Her hands slid under his T-shirt so she could feel the softness and warmth of his skin. As she rubbed his chest, his sucking turned into nibbles- getting harder and harder. She pressed her chest against his mouth, wanting more. She starts to slide his shirt up but he grabs her wrists, stopping her. "NO" he said softly, yet firmly as he grabs her wrists tightly, pressing them against the wall over her head. Turning his attention to her other nipple, he started biting harder, her moaning getting louder and louder. When her moans turned to a whimper, he knew he could do what he wanted to do to her nipples. He backs away, looking into her eyes, "Don't move." She could tell by his tone that he was serious. She wanted him so bad, but knew better than to disobey him. He let go of her wrists, sliding his hands down her arms. Down across her shoulders, over her breasts, down her stomach, to the waistband of her jeans. He undid them and started sliding them down over her hips and down her legs. He kissed her stomach, slowly moving down to her soft lace panties. Finally he would see the panties that she had been teasing him with. She told him about every time she wore them and how wet she would get. Now he wanted to see for himself. He slid his finger between her legs and started rubbing her lips through the lace. He could feel her wetness through the lace. As he kissed lower, he could smell her delicious scent. She wanted to grab his head and press his mouth to her, but knew she would pay dearly if she moved. He reached down and slid her sandals off, then slid her jeans off. He ran his hands up the sides of her legs, up over her hips, over her breasts, to her face. They kissed softly, passionately. He knew how bad she wanted him and was deliberately taking his time. Teasing and tormenting her. He was impressed with her self-control. It had to be hard for her not to reach out and touch him. He wanted to push her limits and knew he was doing that now. He put one hand up on her wrists, pulling them together. He then turned her around and pressed her against the wall again. Her breasts pressed up against the hard wall. She pressed her palms firmly against the wall, at least she could now touch something, it wasn't what she wanted to be feeling, but it did give her something to ease her need to reach out and feel him. Her head was turned to the side with her cheek against the wall. He kissed her shoulders and then up to her ear, kissing and licking it. Pressing his body against hers, she could feel his heat, the hardness in his jeans, pressing against her ass. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back to meet his, as he whispered into her ear "who do you belong to?" "I belong to you," she said without hesitating. Turning her around, he led her into the center of the living room. "Then I want to see what it is I own" he said. At those words a knot started growing in the pit of her stomach. He knew how shy she was, and knew putting her on the spot like this would make her nervous. She could feel herself shaking as he stepped back a few feet and looked her up and down. He slowly walked around her, knowing full well the effect it was having on her. She looked so sexy standing their in her black lace panties. Even though he had seen her naked several times before, he now saw her in a whole new light. She belonged to HIM. And if he wanted to just look at her naked body, trembling and starting to blush, then that was exactly what he was going to do. This caught her off guard. She wasn't expecting him to use his knowledge of her like this. She wanted to say something but was at a loss for words. She watched his face, the look in his eyes as he admired her body. She felt herself starting to blush and lowered her face, not wanting him to see the flush on her face. How she hated that. He had always been able to make her blush, but somehow standing there in her panties, being looked over like a piece of meat made her feel very self conscious. He stepped closer to her, his body at her side, almost touching hers. She took a deep breath and was about to say something, but he put his fingers to her lips, making it clear she better not say anything. Leaning his mouth to her ear, whispering softly, "hon, these lips, this mouth, who own it?" Parting her lips slightly and softly kissing his fingers she replied "they are yours". Running his fingers slowly down her chin, down her neck and down to her left breast, circling her nipple softly. He kissed her ear softly. Then he moved behind her and reached his arms around her. Placing one hand on each of her breasts. His body pressed against her back. He whispers in her ear "and these.....who do they belong to?" Before giving her a chance to answer, he started pinching her nipples hard, causing her to whimper before she could get the words out. "They too are for you." After she got the words out, he stopped pinching so hard, but kept firm pressure on her nipples. Pulling on them, gently twisting them. She leaned her head back against him. Moaning softly, loving his touch. He slid his right hand down over her panties. Cupping her mound in his palm. "And this, who's is this?" "It is yours also." As she answered, he pressed his fingers between her panty covered lips, pressing the thin wet material between her lips. He slid his left hand from her breast and as he moved around her further, slid it down to her ass. Caressing her checks, softly running his fingers along the crease where her legs meet her ass. Feeling the soft lace against her skin. He starts kissing her shoulder, licking her skin. Smelling her perfume. Suddenly he grabs her panties and pulls up hard on them. Forcing them up the crack of her ass. She gasps as he does this. And he slides his fingers between her cheeks, finding her tight little hole and pressing the lace against it. "Do I even need to ask about this?" he asks firmly. "That is for you as well." He can't wait to use her and he has plans to use every one of her holes. Their lovemaking up to this point had been pretty hot and steamy, but not exactly what you would call kinky. He wanted to wait for that until he knew she was his and he could do what HE wanted to do. And now that time had come. He slowly backs away from her. As he stands there looking at her, her breathing heavy, her panties between the cheeks of her ass, she looks so beautiful to him. He had images of all the things he is going to do to her and make her do. It is taking a lot of willpower for him to not just throw her down on the sofa and fuck her. He turns to go into the bedroom, and then turns back to her. He wraps his arms around her and starts kissing her. She slides her arms around him, sucking his tongue into her mouth. She wants him so bad. He wraps his fingers in her hair, pulling on it. Then just as quickly as he started kissing her, he stopped. "Stay there" he tells her as he goes into the bedroom. It seems like a long time to her that he is out of the room. But that is just her mind playing tricks on her. In reality, it is only a minute or two. There are all sorts of thoughts going through her mind now. She has no idea what he is up to and the anticipation is driving her wild. He returns with a length of rope, about 3 ft long, and a small butt plug. He drapes the rope around her shoulders, hanging loosely down her chest, and places the plug on the coffee table. She smiles softly at him, knowing what ever he has in mind she will enjoy. She reaches out to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. She knows she is taking a chance doing this, but she needs to touch him. As she runs her hands over his shoulders, they kiss again, long deep passionate kisses. She unbuttons his shirt, wanting to feel his warm skin against hers. She is still hesitant, not sure if he will stop her or not. But he doesn't. She slides his shirt off, and he throws it down on the sofa. He places his hands on her shoulders and gently presses her down. She knows instinctively what he wants, and drops to her knees. She begins to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. She unzips his zipper, and lowers his pants, allowing his hardness a little more freedom. She smiles to herself, knowing from the bulge in his shorts that he is enjoying this as much as she is. His hands are in her hair, gently guiding her head to him. She softly kisses his hardness through his shorts, feeling the heat against her lips. She can't wait to taste him. She loves the taste of his cum. She slides his shorts down, freeing his wonderful hard cock. Taking it in her hands, she softly licks the pre-cum off the tip, and slowly runs her tongue around the head. Then kisses the tip softly and slowly takes it into her mouth. "Oh baby, you know what I like" he says as he presses his cock slowly deeper into her mouth. He guides her firmly by his firm grasp of her hair. Speeding up and slowing down as he wishes. She wraps a hand around the base of his cock, and caresses his balls with the other hand. She can't wait to have his seed in her mouth. She can tell he is close and looks up to him, as if to ask if she should continue. He smiles down at her and pulls her mouth off of him. "Would you like me to cum in your mouth?" he asks. "Yes please" she answers at once. He guides her mouth back onto him and begins to fuck her mouth with even more force. Then, he reaches down and takes his hard cock in one hand and with his other hand still holding her hair, he pulls out of her mouth and shoots his hot cum all over her face. He knows she hates this, knows she feels humiliated by this, but he also wants her to know that if this is what he wants, then this is what he will do. She is caught off guard by his cumming on her face. She starts licking her lips, trying to get as much of his cum into her mouth as she can. As he pulls her up to her feet, he reaches down to the table and gets the plug, and kisses her deeply on the mouth. Her eyes are closed, covered in his cum. He starts to kiss her face, licking his cum off of her. Then as he slides the plug into her mouth he tells her "hon, when I want to cum in your mouth, I will....but, if I want to cum on your beautiful face, then I will cum there." With the butt plug in her mouth she can't answer this. She wants to tell him to cum anywhere on her but her face, but knows, he is right. She is his now, and if this is what he wants, then she must put up with it. "Now, take off those panties" he tells her. She slowly slides them down and off, and now wanting to throw them on the floor, she hands them to him. He is pleased by this little surprise. He takes them and feels their dampness, then puts them up to his face and inhales her scent deeply. She has been wet for him before, but never like this. He reaches down and slides a couple fingers between her lips and is amazed at how excited she is. As his fingers brush against her swollen clit, she moans softly. He drops the panties on the table, and turns her away from him. He takes both arms and holds them behind her back. He slowly slides the rope from around her shoulders. As he ties her hands together he tells her softly, "I know you don't like gags, but unless you need to say the word, I want that plug or anything else I put in your mouth to stay there. Is that understood?" As he turns her back toward him, she nods yes, thankful that he did not use a real gag, but something that she could just push out of her mouth if she needed to. Then, he leads her into the candlelit bedroom and guides her to sit on the edge of the bed. He begins playing with her nipples again. Pinching, twisting, pulling.....causing her to moan and gasp. He spreads her legs and kneels down between them, taking one nipple in his mouth sucking and nibbling. As his mouth is gentle and loving on one nipple his fingers are rough and firm on the other. Her moans are starting to get to him, and his cock is beginning to react as well. Then he starts to bite and suck harder on her nipple, and gently caresses the other one with his fingers. She wants to cum so bad. His touches are driving her wild. The slightest touch from him sends chills through her body. But she knows this is just the beginning. He gently lays her back on the bed, and leans down on her. He takes the plug from her mouth and kisses her. Then begins kissing down her neck, down between her breasts and down to her belly button. Then works his way back up to her lips again. He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a large plug and as he licks her lips, he slowly slides this one into her mouth. Then slides it slowly back out, and back in. Fucking her mouth with this larger butt plug. Then leaving it in her mouth, he kisses his way back down to her belly button. He grabs her hips and slides her closer to the edge of the bed so her ass is barely off the bed. Giving him better access to all of his property. He lifts her legs and places her feet on the edge of the bed, next to her hips, spreading her wide for him. Her lips part for him, giving him a great view of her glistening pussy and tight little asshole. He licks one long slow lick from her clit down to her asshole. She is so wet and tastes so sweet. He takes the small plug that she had been sucking on, and slides it into her pussy, getting it nice and wet. Then, starts to slowly slide it into her tight rosebud. She moans softly as he slides it in and out, never fully inserting it. Teasing her. Driving her wild. She tries to press her hips against the plug, wanting it in her. But the position she is in, she can't get the leverage to press hard enough. OH he thought this out well. He takes his other hand and spreads her wet pussy lips, then as he gently grasps her clit, and gently squeezes it, he slides the plug home into her tight ass. She is ready to explode on his fingers. She starts to rock gently on the bed wanting him to fuck her, wanting release. He knows she is close to cumming and starts to slowly lick and suck her wet puffy pussy lips. Sliding his tongue deep into her, circling her swollen clit with his fingers as he licks her. Then, slides one finger deep into her pussy, while flicking his tongue across her clit. Her moans are becoming lower and more guttural. He knows she can't hold back much longer. He slides another finger into her and sucks softly on her clit. And then a third finger. This is too much for her, and she cums all over his fingers. Her pussy muscles tightening around his fingers. Her juices covering his fingers. As her orgasm starts to subside, he slides his fingers out of her and licks her sweet juices off his fingers. His cock is rock hard again. He leans up on top of her and takes the larger plug out of her mouth. Then kisses her and slides his fingers into her mouth. She can still taste her juices on his fingers and she sucks deeply on them. He softly sucks one of her hard nipples into his mouth. Flicking it with his tongue. And then the other nipple. Then while sucking on her nipples he slides the large plug into her sopping wet pussy. Covering it with her juices. He slides down and starts licking her clit again. Then, slowly slides the small plug from her asshole and slowly slides the large one in. It has been awhile since her ass has had this much attention and she is loving every second of it. Then, he slowly starts rubbing the head of his hard cock between her wet pussy lips. She tries to press against him, wanting his cock deep inside of her. She wants to reach up and pull him to her, but with her hands tied behind her, she cant. She looks into his eyes. "Please fuck me." He sees the need in her eyes and slams deep into her wet pussy and stops. "Oh yes" she moans at the fullness of having his cock in her pussy and her ass filled. Then he slowly starts to fuck her. Slowly, deliberately sliding in and out. Reaching up, he starts playing with her nipples as he slides in and out. Squeezing and pinching one as he slides in, squeezing and pinching the other as he slides out. Slowly driving her to the brink of orgasm again. He starts to pick up speed, sliding in and out of her faster. With every thrust in, his balls hit the plug in her ass, sending shock waves through her body. He pulls out of her and rolls her over onto her stomach. Then pulls her hips up so she is on her knees, her hands still tied behind her, her chest and shoulders on the bed. Then starts fucking her again. As he slides in and out of her pussy, he starts playing with the plug in her ass. Pressing firmly against it, then pulling on it slightly, but not pulling it out. This sends her over the edge and she moans "oh yes,...I am going to cum." It takes all his willpower to not cum with her as she cums on his hard cock. His "Yes baby," he says to her "cum on my cock." As she cums on his hardness, he grabs her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly. He keeps slamming deep into her. As her orgasm starts to fade, he reaches up to her wrists and unties them, giving her a little freedom. She has no strength left to move. She places her hands up next to her shoulders and grabs the comforter. He keeps pounding her. Deep and hard. Then he grabs her hair and pulls her up so she is on her hands and knees. He slowly slides the plug from her ass, and slides his cock out of her dripping pussy. "Oh yes" she moans as he places his throbbing cock at her asshole. He fights the urge to just drive it in in one quick move. It has been a long time since she has been fucked in the ass. Which was why he planned this the way he had. He slowly slides in. As she starts to press back against him, he knows its ok to go harder and faster. So he starts, driving his cock in. Holding her hair still, he says to her "play with your self, I want you to cum again." They both know it wont take much for her to cum again. She reaches down and starts to finger her pussy and clit. He feels her approaching another orgasm, and can't hold back any longer. He pulls her hair and says "yes baby, cum with me. Cum as I shoot my load deep in your ass." She presses back against him as she cums, wanting him deep inside her as fills her. They collapse on the bed. His arms wrapped around her. He grabs a blanket and wraps it around them. She turns to him and gives him a soft kiss as he runs his hands through her hair. Oh yes, this is going to be the beginning of a new journey for both of them. His Affair, Her Affair He sat at one end of the bar, nursing a drink. His sport coat was unbuttoned and his tie pulled down. His eyes kept darting down to the blonde sitting at the other end. Of medium height, she wore a black leather skirt. Already short, that skirt was cut up the side, showing the tops of her fishnet stockings and the straps of the garter belt that supported them. She crossed and recrossed her legs, obviously aware of his scrutiny and just as obviously ignoring it. The next time the bartender wandered down to his side of the long polished wood bar, the man jerked his head towards the woman. "What's her story?" The bartender looked at him with surprise. "Are you kidding me? I've never seen her before, but whatever you want from her I'm sure its available. For a price." "Oh, she's hooker?" "My God man, does she have to post a 'For Hire' sign on her? Look at her." As though she could hear them talking, the blonde pivoted on her stool. Her black brassiere could be seen through the half-unbuttoned blouse. Her make-up was heavy, particularly her dark red lipstick. She looked over the two men, immediately dismissing the bartender but eyeing the man with interest. She lifted an eyebrow. When he gave a small smile in return, she ran her tongue over her lips. He grinned, picked up his drink and walked down to where she was sitting. "Buy you a drink?" He slid on to the stool next to hers, one foot braced on the bar railing and the other on the floor. In spite of his self-assured tone of voice and attitude there was something in his demeanor that was hesitant, slmost shy. "Sure." She turned to face the bartender, who was watching with an amused smile on his face. "Give me one with real booze in it this time," she ordered. "Real booze?" "Yeah, this one was soda water." Seeing the look on his face, she snorted. "Hey, if I could afford my own drinks and all, I wouldn't be here, and doing this." "What would 'this' be?" The man chuckled as he laid a hand on the woman's leg. "Hey, no free samples," she brushed his hand off, jumping in surprise. She wavered in uncertainty, as though she was tempted to run for the door before she settled back onto her stool. "Okay then. How much?" "How much for what?" "Oh come on honey. Cut the crap. We both know what you are. How much?" "Well," her voice was scornful. "If we both know what I am, I at least think you should take off your wedding band before you start picking up any girl in a bar." "Why? Are you married?" She snorted "What gives you an idea like that?" "The pale skin at the base of your ring finger gives me that idea." "Gee, you're a regular Sherlock Holmes aren't you? Okay, so I'm married. It's a long sad story, accompanied by a full orchestra. What does that matter?" Her voice quivered, not matching the bravado of her words. "Nothing. I just wanted to point out that your throwing stones is ridiculous. So, how much?" "God, I should have worn my rings. I think the idea has you excited." "How MUCH?" he persisted. "Three hundred." He snorted. "Honey, I just want to rent it. I don't want to buy it, take it home and put it up on the mantel." "Two-fifty." "Two hundred and two ways." "Okay. but the original three hundred if I can get you back up a third time." "Three-fifty then, for around the world." "My," she marveled. "You do fancy yourself as some kind of stud don't you?" "I guess we'll find out." "I guess we will." She slid off the stool, her dress riding up enough to show that she didn't seem to be wearing panties. "Pay the man would you?" She indicated the bartender with a nod. He tossed a twenty on the bar and took her arm. they left the bar, turned right and went down the hall and outside. He guided her to a first floor room, unlocking it and then closing it firmly behind them. He hooked the chain and turned the deadbolt. She stood in the room, her hands on her hips. "What a dump." She popped gum she must have slipped into her mouth after they left the bar. "We're not here for the ambiance. We're just here to fuck." "God you're a romantic. I bet your wife can't keep her hands off you." "Never mind her," the tall man said. "Lift your skirt." The woman did, revealing that she indeed had no panties." "Good." He walked up to her, spun her around and kissed her. As he did, he pushed her backwards until the back of her thighs touched the low set of cheap drawers against the wall. She kissed him back, even as her fingers undid his slacks and reached in to pull out an already hard cock. "Hmmmmm," she whispered as the kiss broke. "This might not be so bad after all." The man pushed her back onto the dresser top. When she toppled, her legs flew up and he grabbed an ankle in each hand. Spreading her wide, he jammed the head of his cock between her labia." "Hey! Watch it. For crying out loud put it IN me. Don't beat the outside into submission. You're already paying for it." The she gave a muffled cry as he adjusted their position and in one long stroke drove his cock up inside her. "And wait a minute! I need to get a condom on you." "Fuck that," he growled. Wasting no time, the man began to slowly pump in and out of the woman. He drew back just a little at the first thrust. Each subsequent entry pushed a little harder, pulled back a little farther. In a short time he was almost pulling out of her and then pounding her with long deep strokes. He had pulled her to the edge of the dresser and his balls swung forward each time and slapped against the cleft of her ass. Her legs were spread into a wide open Vee and her hips rolled back, lifting her ass from the wood top of the dresser. He maintained his grip on her ankles, leaning forward now to add the weight of his muscular body to the hammering of his hips. "God," the hooker's head rolled on her shoulders. "Let me put my legs around you before you split me apart and make a wish." "Already making a wish little darlin'," grinned the man. "And its coming true, 'cause I am just... about to... oh yeahhhhhh..." He fell forward on top of her, bringing one squeal from her as he pinned her into a U-shape, her high heels up around her ears. A second squeal came as his buried cock spasmed and emptied a load of hot cum deep in her pussy. A third squeal came as she bucked so hard that she nearly threw his much bigger body off of her own. When the twosome calmed down and their breathing returned to normal, a rather plaintive voice said "Could you let me up now? I think my spine is permanently bent in a half circle." "Oops, sure." The man hastily rose, then nearly tripped as he tried to take a step and his forgotten pants, now around his ankles, caught him. "Are you okay?" asked the woman anxiously as the man nearly toppled to the floor, catching himself with one hand. "Just embarrassed," he admitted. "Well good," she replied. "Why don't you go ahead and take those off? I'd hate for you to fall and break your neck. Not only would I have a hard time explaining this to the cops, I'd have an even worse time collecting what you owe me." The man pried his shoes off and dropped his slacks and underwear. He caught up the slacks and draped them over the straight-backed chair sitting in the cubbyhole in the middle of the dresser. "Probably have a rough time explaining it to your husband." he noted. The woman snorted. "That worthless bum? Crap, if he could keep and hold a job I wouldn't be out here supporting his lazy ass by spending my nights on my back or on my knees." "That's a helluva a way to talk about him." the man commented. He walked over to a carrying case on the sink and opened it up to reveal two bottles of whiskey. He took the top off one, poured three fingers in a hotel glass, added a single ice cube and stirred it with his finger. He turned to look at the hooker. "Scotch?" He indicated the bottle he had just poured his drink from. "Or Irish?" "Irish please," she responded. "As for my jerk husband, what do you care? Are you going to tell me what a saint and great lay and all around lovely gal your little woman is?" He snorted back. "That frigid bitch? She's rapidly turning into a cow, she's gaining so much weight, and you and I have already had more sex tonight that she and I have had in six months. Besides, I'm on the road all the time working my ass off. I deserve a little R&R." He passed over the drink she had requested. "Why stay married to her then?" "Why stay married to your old man?" "Why are we even HAVING this discussion?" "Beats me." The man took another sip from his glass. He walked over to an overstuffed armchair and sat down in it. "Why don't you finish your drink and come over here and get on your knees?" "Just a moment." The woman undid her blouse and hung it up in the clothes enclave. She unfastened her bra, heaving a sigh of relief as she did and massaging the strap marks. Her skirt followed, draped carefully over yet another hanger with the bra tossed on top. "Whenever you can spare the time..." came a dry hint from the other side of the room. "I'm coming, I'm coming. What is your hurry? You rent the room by the hour or something?" She crossed the room and lowered herself to her knees. Bending forward, she took his balls in one hand and began to rub them gently with her thumb. He sighed. Then her mouth descended on his cock as it rapidly grew stiff again and he groaned. She slid her mouth over the head, coated with his cum mixed with her juices. She didn't stop there but continued down, her bright painted lips smearing on his skin, until she had taken his full length in her mouth. She drew back and completely released him. She grinned at the groaning protest from the chair. "Just checking to make sure it all fit." Her tongue probed at the slit, licking it clean. Then her head moved in a circle as she swirled her tongue over the entire helmet. She drew back and flicked at the slit again, once more starting to ooze traces of pre-cum. She then took it in her wet mouth once more and slowly began to work down the shaft. When she had engulfed him again, she released his heavy sac and braced both hands on the edge of the chair and started to bob her head. The man had just fastened his hand on the back of the woman's head when a knock came at the door. Crisp and authoritative, it was followed by a verbal command in an alto voice. "Sheriff's Department. please open the door." "Oh crap!" the woman released the cock from her mouth and sprang to her feet. "What the hell?" The man stood too. He stepped into the bathroom and wrapped a towel around his waist. He gave the woman a quick once-over. "Loose the heels. And here," he snatched up a bathrobe from an open suitcase. "Put this on. You look like a hooker." "No shit? Wonder why?" she mumbled as she hastily thrust her arms through the robe's sleeves and wrapped it tightly around her. She kicked one heel, then the other, into the corner. The knock came again, louder this time. The man called out, "Hold your horses, we're coming." He opened the door with the woman right behind him. A determined looking female deputy stood before the duo. About five feet five inches tall, she was just about the height of the woman. Her complexion was dark though while the hooker's was pale and showed a few freckles. Behind the female officer stood a male, wearing the bars of a Lieutenant. He folded his arms and coughed. "Sir, we have received a complaint from the hotel management alleging that prostitution is taking place here tonight." "Really? That's terrible," said the man blandly. "To be specific, its alleged that this woman with you was soliciting in the bar and you left with her. We'd like to come in and settle the matter." "Really?" repeated the man. "I don't know who would make such an allegation. But apropos of nothing whatever, unless there is proof of such an occurrence, as in someone saw money being exchanged, then I don't think there's any grounds to support that allegation. I'm sure no one has seen anything like that. Now, me and the missus want to get back to bed. And NO," he held up one hand. "You can't come in and you have no probable cause." The man could feel the petite female cowering behind him was shaking as she hid herself. Reaching back to touch her in reassurance, he gave the Deputies a disgusted look. "I hope that same officious buttinski clerk showed you that I paid for a double occupancy tonight when I registered so he's got no beef. We're not disturbing anyone and no one in here is filing a complaint against anyone else. So if you would kindly leave up alone my little gal friend and I will get back to sleep or something." Keeping her distance, the young female officer looked at her superior. He was unable to answer for a moment as something had apparently caught in his throat, producing a coughing fit of spectacular proportions. Finally he calmed down. "Sorry to bother you folks," he managed to say with a still wheezing voice. He gestured to the female officer, who, her face showing her disappointment, followed him back to the marked unit parked nearby. The man closed the door and refastened the locks. The woman looked at him admiringly. "Wow, I never would have dared talk to a cop like that." He shrugged. "They were just fishing. They didn't have any grounds unless the bartender said something and he was out of earshot when we concluded our deal. Besides, bartenders don't make complaints like that, it cuts into their tips. So I knew it had to be the desk clerk and he can't testify to anything." He looked at her. "Don't tell me you've never been busted before?" It was her turn to shrug. "Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Now, where were we?" "Hmmmm," mused the man thoughtfully. "I seem to have lost something." "Lost something?' "Here," he pointed to the front of the towel around his waist, which no longer tented. Giving him a naughty look, the woman unfastened the towel from around his waist. She reached down and ran her fingertips over the deflated cock. She looked up, grinned and dropped back to her knees. "Just a moment. I think I can find it again." He moaned as her mouth returned to its former position. This time though there was no teasing, no gradual taking in of his shaft. She took all of him in at once and it wasn't long before her efforts bore results. His fingers curled in her hair again and his hips began to pump, sliding his rapidly thickening and lengthening cock in and out of her tight lips. She grunted as his movements became faster. Now the balls were swinging again, this to slap against her chin. There was a muffled grunt and the woman's eyes opened wide. At the same time the man locked his fingers into her hair, held her head and thrust almost violently. His groin slapped and held against her nose. She made several strangled noises and her hands grabbed his hips. Her throat worked frantically to drink him down as he shot his second load of the night down her throat. He finally released her and helped her to her feet. This time she went for the bottle of Irish Whiskey and poured the drinks. She caught up a washcloth from the sink and dabbed the corners of her mouth. "Whew," she remarked as she passed him his drink and took a sip from her own. "Its sort of hard to compare, considering where each ended up, but I'd say that was an even bigger load than the first. "Well I'm flattered, I guess." "Trust me you should be. Twice is more than old bonehead ever managed. And now I'm looking forward to seeing if I can get you back up and earn that full amount you promised." "Give me a minute or two. Or maybe ten. I'm not as young as I once was." "Some of us are." "Whatever THAT means." "Private joke with my dear hubby." They rested for a bit, drinking and catching their breath. The conversation did not resume. After a while, both sets of eyebrows rose as life began to reappear between the man's legs. "Put your heels back on," he ordered. "Oh?" she lifted her eyebrows but at the same time slipped her feet back into her shoes. "Does this do something for you?" She caught sight of his cock stiffening again and whistled softly. "Looks like maybe it does.' "Maybe so. It will also bring that ass to my level. Why don't you face the mirror and bend over the dresser. Spread your feet. Just a little more." he titled his head to one side. "Bend all the way over, until your tits touch the dresser top. That's VERY nice. Puts your cute little ass right up in the air and stretches those legs. Makes everything look great and your lingerie frames you." "Well, I'm glad you like it." The attempted sarcasm failed, as she was beginning to shift back and forth from one foot to the other in apparent eagerness. She watched in the mirror as he crossed to the suitcase and extracted a bottle of lubricant. His cock was bobbing between his legs now as he returned. Then he was behind her and she gasped as he dribbled the cool liquid between her ass cheeks. "Mmmm," she moaned as he tossed the tube aside and grasped her hips. He began to rub his once more stiffening cock between her cheeks, coating it with the freely applied lube. She leaned over the dresser as far as she could, her hands gripping the far edge. He settled the head of his cock against her anal ring and took her hips in his hands, holding her firmly. Slowly he leaned forward, using his weight to push his rigid cock against her. He felt her strive to relax and allow him into her body. Bit by bit the tight ring gave way, stretching over the mushroom head. He was careful, not thrusting at all, just entering her bit by bit. There was a groan, muffled against her arms and he felt the head pop into her. Once more he waited. "More," came a whispered command from woman. He moved his hips, almost imperceptibly at first, then more and more as he worked the shaft down inside her ass. She was responding now, rocking on her toes to meet him. Between the two of them he burrowed deeper and deeper into her until finally his groin touched the firmness of her cheeks. "God that feels good." he breathed. "Yes it does." the woman wiggled her hips, as did the man, shifting himself around inside her, probing and pushing at different spots. "God," she gasped, "It feel so damn good. Now then. FUCK ME!" "Your wish is my command, fair maiden," the man said. Tightening his grip on her hips, he began to rock back and forth drawing out and thrusting home. His pace picked up as did the lengths of his strokes. Now he was pulling almost out and then slamming into her. Her hands were beating on the dresser top as she urged him on and her hips were meeting him and corkscrewing to get the last little bit of his cock in her puckered hole. The couple went on and on. The man began to worry that the lube would give out before his cock did. Between strokes she was grinding herself on the edge of the dresser, humping the hard wooden edge and squealing with delight as he plunged into her ass. If anything was bothering her, he certainly couldn't tell it. The pace finally took its toll. Desensitized or not, his cock spasmed. Feeling it, the woman gave a strangled whoop of pleasure that included the words "Three-fifty!" and rammed back against him. He arched and then held inside her. This time his release was much smaller, but still enough so the woman felt the hot liquid in her ass and a final hump of the dresser edge she was pinned against brought on her final orgasm of the night as well. The man almost collapsed against the smaller form under him. Eventually he pulled back, and out of her. She staggered on rubbery legs to claim another washcloth that she used to make a token attempt to clean them both. Then dropping it from her hand she crawled into bed with him, snuggled her head on his shoulder and blinked twice before falling asleep. His Affair, Her Affair Neither stirred until late morning. He was stretched out on the bed, his hands behind his head when she came out of the shower. She was wrapped only in a towel and he nodded approvingly. "I see you're no longer a blonde. Good. I like you better as a redhead." She laughed. "What was I going to do, shower with the wig on and wash it instead of my hair?" "I guess not." He sat up, grasped her hand and pulled her down onto the bed. Her struggles were hampered by having to keep on hand at the top of the towel. "Okay, geesshhhh." She added something in a language he didn't understand but probably wasn't complimentary. "Before you get any ideas there big boy, where's my money?" He grinned. "I got a twenty dollar bill in my wallet in my pants pocket. That's it." She sat bolt upright. "What do you mean 'That's it'? You owe me three hundred and fifty damn dollars." "So sue me." He pulled her arm again and, caught off guard, she fell against him. "Why you welcher! You MOOCHER! I earned that money." Her face tipped up towards his but the angry expression cracked and she giggled. "I've got a good mind to tell our kids what a cheapskate they have for a father. Or worse, tell your Mom and Dad." She shook her finger at him. "And where the heck did that 'Frigid Bitch' stuff come from? Its a darn good thing I love you Michael Gibson, Jr. or you'd wake up some morning soon tied to the bed and missing your hair. ALL of your hair." He smothered any attempt to continue the protests with a long deep kiss. Leaning back against the pillows he had piled behind his back, he snuggled his redheaded wife's head on his shoulder. "Oh, and you said you had a 'Worthless bum' as a husband. Besides, I bet telling Mom and Dad would be futile, Bridget my darlin'. Roger has probably spread the news through the whole family about the hooker and her john that he and his new trainee caught at the No-Tell Motel last night." The couple shared a deep laugh. "Oh my Gosh, Mikie, I thought he was going to die when he recognized us. If he had not managed to turn those chuckles into 'Coughing Fits' he would have given the whole show away. How he managed to keep a straight face I'll never know." "Him? I could feel you quaking behind me. And when you buried your face in my back! Don't try to tell me you weren't smothering a giggle fit." "Oh I WAS. I came closer that he did to blowing it. And HER!" She ran her fingers over her husband's chest and laughed again. "What do you imagine she is going to think when she meets us officially at a Department picnic or the Christmas Ball?" "Actually," smiled Mike. "No matter what she thinks it won't be as strange as the reality." "Speaking of reality," Bridget looked at the clock by the bed. ""We're supposed to be at your parents' place for Sunday dinner at one. It's nearly ten now so we better start thinking of getting dressed.." For an answer, Mike rolled Bridget over under her and commenced to nibbling the side of her neck. "The room's paid up until 11, we can stop by our house on the way and my folks will have taken the kids to Mass with them. So we have lots of time." "So we do, replied his wife as she moaned a bit at the touch of his lips on her skin. "But can I ask a favor darling?" "Anything." "Can I get on top this time?" (The End) (Oh, like you've never picked up YOUR wife at a bar dressed as a hooker? Oh, you haven't. Well, *blush*, silly me. Okay, that outfit goes way in the back of the closet between the nurse's uniform and the Catholic schoolgirl outfit. Or maybe its with the WAC Sergeant's outfit with the really short skirt. Or one of my old Police uniforms. I KNOW the fishnets also go with the "French Maid" outfit. Hey there! No peeking!) His Agony, Her Pleasure The thoughts still possessed her. Over a simple noodle salad with her date that evening, she reminisced of the previous night's dream. Curled toes in orgasmic delight, she owned her lover, taking each other to stellar levels of ecstasy. The things she did in that dream, they did, seemed so taboo, almost evil - yet completely correct. Essential even. Yet it burned within her to make it happen. Perhaps tonight, finally, would be her night? The connection between Monica and Steven was becoming all the more apparent the more time they spent together. As they took in the nightlife that evening, a sensation continued to bubble in her of a happiness she had so longed for, yet seemed so distant. Monica was your typical `other crowd' college student. With a penchant for oddities and her prevalent shy nature, she was a loner on campus compared to the competition of young, available peers. Her average build and complexion didn't offer many advantages. Being somewhat artsy and mysterious, she soon fell into the Goth crowd, compelled by its dark nature, although never quite fully integrated into it. She was quickly labeled a freak for her strange outfits, unusual jewelry, dark makeup and her short, flat and straight jet-black hair. Such was Monica's life her first two years in college. Her rebellious yet reserved on-my-own outlook had now lost its charm. Realizing she was close to being halfway through her college years - still without a boyfriend, she tried an online dating service. Soon enough, she received several hits from various men around campus. She found, however, that their alluring online presence quickly turned sour in real-life. The first guy she dated thought her dark demeanor was a gimmick. When he realized it was who she was, he quickly distanced himself. Her second suitor had the healthy, well-built physical look that would make any woman take notice. But after an awkward first date, ending with him trying to get Monica in bed for some 'freak-sex', she cut him off as a basket case. Similar dating-disasters continued throughout the summer, with the Fall semester looming over the horizon. Frustrated with the whole online experience, and was about to give up when she read Steven's online description. Figuring she could give it one more shot, she agreed to a date. Steven looked more and more like the man she was looking for. His online photo wasn't as alluring as others; he sported a prep-ish look with an above average build, though hardly as fit and muscular as she would hope for. He was active - playing intramural soccer over the summer - and had an internship with a company near campus. When they first met, neither was too sure the other was really their type. As time progressed and they pressed on trying to get a working relationship, they found a bond growing between them. Despite their different backgrounds and tastes, they soon found themselves going steady, enjoying a one month anniversary out on the town. As the night dwindled down and inebriated party-goers started teaming the streets, the two decided to wind the night down themselves, heading back to her apartment. Along the way, Monica's magical sensation continued to stir within her. She felt somewhat intimidated by it. She had never felt this strong a drive arise in her before. At the doorstep of her apartment, they turned to each other, still holding hands. "I had a wonderful time tonight, Monica," Steven started, staring intently into her eyes. "So did I." She replied in kind. They slowly moved into each other, embracing each other passionately. Their hands moved about the sides of each other's faces as they kissed, tenderly caressing the other's being. The sensation inside Monica continued to stir within her, growing stronger with his touch. She had been hiding it all night, still playing her dark persona. But she couldn't deny her feelings much longer. As their kiss broke up she placed both hands on Steven's face, looking intently back into his eyes. Lifting an eyebrow, she asked softly, "Would you like to come in?" On entering her apartment, they engaged each other once again, ripping into each other more passionately than before, hands running through each others hair, caressing each other's bodies as they moved closer together. Thoughts of uninhibited lust and desire crept through her skin, fighting her conviction that Steven wasn't really her type, that she didn't want to move this far quite yet. When she felt his member hardening through their garments as they continued in their embrace, her inhibitions gave way. Monica kicked the door closed behind her, as the couple stumbled in a lustful frenzy to her bedroom. Breaking away from the passion, she quickly closed and locked the bedroom door behind her, the moonlight crackling through the window-blinds their only guide. A look of wild perversion possessed her usually inexpressive face, that of a tigress ready to pounce, taking the time to savor the look of shock on her unsuspecting prey. Her bubbling desires overcame her, she was now on a mission to fulfill them. Steve could only reinforce his already present grin. A moment of silence passed as they looked into each other. A release of laughter broke the tension between them, as Steven took a seat on her bed. Monica softened her poise somewhat, still possessing the look of a lust-starved woman. "So, uh, do you wanna do it?" Steven lightly chuckled for his lack of better words, nodding her next to him on the bed. Monica so wanted to, but she didn't want his first taste of her to be a "wham, bam, thank-you ma'am" experience. Her expectation of desire would scare away the typical alpha-male, she thought. Still, Steven wasn't the typical `alpha-male'. The flame still burnt within her - yes, he would be the one to finally pleasure her. "Yesss," she replied, walking slowly towards him with a cat-like bounce. "But I don't know ... my ideas of doing it are probably, different than yours. I don't know if you're up for handling me." "Hmm Hmm. Well, I'm always up for trying out new things, so long as it won't, you know..., leave a scar." "Ooohhh...," she replied, circling her eyes about in her play-like manner. She teasingly tapped dark-purple fingernails on his chest, replying in her best, soft, seductive voice, "Not unless you want me to." "Ho Ho Ho!" he laughed, now resting himself on the bed. He watched as Monica turned around, making her way to the dresser. Opening a drawer, she turned to ask, "Do you think that you could take your shirt off?" She pulled some items out of her drawer, while Steven pulled off her shirt, falling back onto the bed with both hands behind his head. Monica was now walking back, holding a lover's blindfold with her. She stopped next to the nightstand, lighting a concave crimson candle. In the glow of the candlelight, she took off her black shoulder-strap top. She followed by unbuttoning and pulling down her skirt, before finally unstrapping her bra. Holding the blindfold and bra in hand, Monica ran her hands from her sides to her breasts, cupping them from underneath, admiring their simplicity in the flickering light. She wasn't blessed with great breasts, but they weren't flat either. And she knew how to properly tease a man with them, she gleefully reminded herself. Facing the candle's glow, she turned to face her lover. Holding up the blindfold with a smile, she asked, "Are you ready?" "I, I guess," he replied, with a chuckle. With her feminine, silky presence, she climbed up next to Steven on the bed. Across his chest, she straddled him with her legs. Smiling, she reached over and placed the blindfold around his head. Secured, she lowered herself down to kiss him. "Mmmm..." Steven's hands moved up to feel her thighs, their soft, silky smoothness inviting to him. He would slowly move them to her breasts, but Monica had other plans. She broke their kiss, her body still atop his chest. "Could you, move your hands behind your head?" she asked, reaching over to the nightstand drawer. "Uh, ok" he replied, while Monica carefully pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the drawer. She was careful not to rattle them, going to lengths to keep her true intentions a secret. Putting her weight back onto him, holding the cuffs with both hands, she leaned over him. As she prepared to put the first cuff around his wrist, she sighed softly into his ear. Click! "Wha, uhh, hey, what's go..." Steven began to say, startled. But before any objections could be made, still whispering into his ear, she cooed, "Mmmm, trust me on this, ok baby?" As she spoke, she wrapped the chains of the handcuffs behind one of the bed's posts, around and back to the other bar. Before Steven could even reply, the other cuff had snapped itself shut. Steven's mind was awash with thoughts of betrayal and panic. Here he was, blindfolded and handcuffed to her bed, his arms and upper body restrained. Thoughts of thrashing around in protest crossed his mind, but special feelings for her persisted in him. She promised no physical harm, and he still trusted her. His horny, untouched desire to explore kept him going with her little game. With another meow of delight, Monica kissed him on his forehead, working her way down to his right cheek. Steve tried to return with a kiss to the lips, but she was expecting it, and dodged it. "Ah ah ah, you naughty boy," she spoke in her still playful voice, "You must be patient..." She continued to kiss him down his body with her small, soft, wet kisses, leaving faded marks of her violet lipstick along the way. She worked down the middle of his chest, moving her hips over his growing erection and down to his feet, until her mouth reached the base of his khakis. "Ohhh, we can't have these," she said to him, his reply being a somewhat hesitant chuckle. She undid his leather belt, laying it on the side of the bed before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, discarding them carelessly in the room. Looking at his boxers, Monica noticed his bulge trying to protrude. She thought it would have grown bigger, its full erection didn't seem present. Perhaps, she mused to herself, his intimidation is preventing him from enjoying this experience. If so, then Steven is due for a little treat... "Ohhh, and these tidy boxers are in my way..." she cooed in her playful demeanor. As with his pants, she took them off and tossed them in the room, exposing to her his full love muscle. Climbing back around him, slowly wetting herself with thoughts of what's to come, Monica positioned her hips above his own, his prick now standing more erect and ready. She quickly took off her panties - she wouldn't need them for what was going to happen. Grabbing his equipment with one hand so as to guide it in, she descended on his manhood, offering as little resistance from herself to give Steven the pleasure he sought. "Ooohhh! I think I've found what I'm looking for!" she exclaimed in a girlish voice, preparing to execute her next move. "Ahhh..." was the best Steven could muster with the warmth that enveloped his cock. Patience has paid off, he thought, as he continued to fill her, his inability to see delightfully heightening his other senses. With his belt in hand, Monica securely tied one end of his belt through a post at the bed's end before doing the same with her bra to a different post. Fortunately her short bed allowed his feet to be poised close to the end of the bed. She prepared to finalize her plan - with Steven now humping rhythmically and eagerly into her, unaware of what Monica had in store for them. Quickly, she began to tie one end of the belt around his foot. Steven's thrusting halted abruptly. Like slamming into a brick wall, his mind's joyous swim through pleasure now nervously floated in panic once more. What is she doing to me now? She's tying me completely up? Is she going to torture me? Is she going to humiliate me? Rape me? He had tried to sit up, but the rattling of the chain against the bedpost reminded him of where he lay. Almost shouting, Steven demanded, "Whoa, whoa! Monica! What are you doing?" By now she tied up the first leg and quickly moved to secure the second. Disengaging herself from their position, she quickly tied his other foot before he could thrash about. "Its okay baby," Monica replied in her soft, seductive voice while she worked. Soon his other leg was fastened by her underwear. She devilishly smiling on her achievement, knowing she could now have him as she wanted him, and they would truly be able to enjoy each other. The shear thought of it made her wet - she never reached this level of intimacy with any of her previous boyfriends, and soon she would be realizing one of her most treasured fantasies. Climbing off the bed and turning around to face his restrained, blindfolded body, she began to stroll her way back to the nightstand. "You don't need to worry. I'm in control now." Steven's heart was fluttering quickly, and it wasn't due to their brief sexual contact. He was truly scared now. He thought back to stories he had seen on movie boxes at porno stores, of dominatrixes whipping and piercing their slave's nipples, bodies and ... penises? "Jesus Fucking Christ," his mind raced in a panic stricken fury, "she's going to violate me!" Whispering into his ear, she softly spoke, "And as long as I'm in control you won't get hurt, so long as you do what I tell you to..." His breath growing heavy, he started to thrash his arms and legs about, trying to loosen the binds on him. "Monica, please, I don't want to do this anymore... please stop!" The smile of lust that possessed Monica's face since they first entered the bedroom swiftly left her. She couldn't have a complaining partner, it would disturb their sexual appetites. In a much more stern, louder voice, she addressed Steven, "And the only rules, my dear, are no touching, and no noise. Do I make myself clear? If I hear another peep out of you, I will hurt you. You got that?" Steven's mind was going a mile a minute, but to no avail. How does one respond to such a question? Still breathing heavily, he decided to give in for the time being, and allow Monica to direct any action from here. He awaited for his next command in silence. "Good." She gingerly strolled over to his semi-erect maleness. The fear overcoming Steven was causing his sexual drive to wilt - he would simply play until she tired of him, and maybe then escape this freak. But what others see as an indicator to try something else became for Monica a challenge, and their start into the realms of sexual bliss. Climbing onto the bed and around Steven's motionless torso, she lowered and began grinding her hips onto his chest, facing his now limp penis; her unshaven, moistening pussy coming well into contact with his chest. Monica let out a fulfilling moan from deep within her as she began to work out her fantasy. Regardless of his hindered sight, she turned to him, her lover. "I just want to show you, Steven," she spoke, "that I have no hard feelings against you." With that, she lowered her body onto his, grabbing his member as she lay on top of him - forming their sixty-nine position. With soft, gentle kisses, she began to tease his cock into waking up, all the while slowly bucking her hips over his head in a subtle rhythmic motion. Steven's mind was trying to assess the situation, his fear preventing him from enjoying the moment. It didn't look like she was going to just get up and leave him tied to the bed, or begin to inflict pain on him, but just what was this woman up to? "Mmmm, Mmmm!" she purred as she began licking his still limp cock. The juices she worked up while she distracted him still coated his dick. While she discovered she didn't really much care for her own taste, Monica found the very concept exhilarating! Like a kid at the fair with an ice cream cone she licked on his cock, trying to work him up. The fragrance of her womanhood filling his sense of smell, Steven contemplated what she might do for the rest of the evening. While trying to 'not-enjoy-this', he felt his penis twitch, his body betraying himself. It was enjoying this setup - she was making him enjoy this helplessness, and there was nothing he could do about it! In realization of his position, remembering her 'rules,' he could only mouth the words, "Oh dear God..." "MmmMmm!" Monica's responded in feeling his prick twitch - continuing to give it a tongue bath. She was enjoying this greatly, becoming hornier by the minute, her pussy getting wetter with each breath. In a moments time, feeling the need that Steven wasn't quite into this yet, she took his cock into her mouth. She went as far as she could without gagging, giving it the special treatment she felt her boyfriend needed. What Steven experienced for the first time was getting head from a woman with a tongue stud. As she began to take him in her mouth, he hoped that she would suck him off and that would be it. All thoughts scrambled when her tongue started working his cock. The sensation was unbelievable! In his sparked lustful frenzy, all Steven hoped for now was not to come too fast. Monica knew her tongue's piercing was having its effect, as Steven's manhood twitched much greater now, erecting itself more fully in her sucking mouth. She also noticed his breathing had increased, as she could feel it breezing by her already hot pussy. She knew her plan was working wonderfully, and she was loving it. She continued to work his member for some time, until she could taste the pre-cum at the tip of his cock. With her final gesture, she pressed her tongue from the tip of her lips along his cock to its tip, doing a little swirl at the top to collect some pre-cum, before backing her head away. The brief sight of the string of cum from his cock to her mouth delighted her. Her move almost fried Steven's mind. He was simply lost in his ecstasy to ponder what she might do next. Resting her hips back on his chest, her moist cunt's aroma now permeating the room, Monica released a sigh of delight. "That was nice, wasn't it dear?" Feeling that, perhaps the worst was over, Steven replied "Yeah..." "Steven, you aren't supposed to talk!" she said to him in a playfully disappointed voice, turning around to capture the look on his face. He sported a look of surprise, he must have simply forgot. "But maybe you just had to share, hmmm? No matter, I'm still going to have to punish you," she teased, now climbing back off of him and the bed. "But don't worry, I'll make it worth your while!" Monica went next to the nightstand, standing in the warmth of the still-flickering candle. Her breasts heaved in its glow, standing perky with her nipples erect. This whole experience certainly made her hot, and she wasn't even done with him yet! The fires burnt brightly now. A pool of hot, crimson wax lay in the candle's middle. Perfect, she thought. She picked the candle out of it's holder, slowly bringing it back with her to the bed. Climbed back over her lover, Monica positioning herself to take on his manhood. With a mild giggle, Monica asked, "Are you ready, my love?" Clueless as to what was going on, Steven's seething lust begged him not to drag this out any longer. While his drive let up a little in the absence of affection, he still found himself wanting to cum and end this strange ordeal. With what movement he could muster, he silently nodded yes. Monica lowered one hand to grasp his penis. Moaning to try and heighten the experience, she let him invade her womanhood once again. Placing her free hand on his chest for balance, she lowered herself until her stretching cunt had reached his base, and Steven filled her completely. "MmmmMmm! Is this such a bad punishment?" she asked deceptively. His Agony, Her Pleasure Steven imagined they would finally fuck, that the night would finally glide to an end. He moaned back in approval. "Ohhhhh! Good! I was hoping it wouldn't be!" As Steven instinctively tried to begin thrusting into her, Monica brought the hand holding her candle over until it was poised over his chest. With a muffled giggle, she slowly tipped the candle. The stinging pain caught Steven's body off guard. The searing heat sent a torturing shockwave throughout his body. For an instant, Steven was helpless to do anything about it. Monica's seemingly insane giggling echoed hauntingly through his mind. A reminder of his punishment. Did worse await if he screamed in protest? Grimacing, Steven raced to find a way out. As his prick lurched deep into her, he held his position as best he could, focusing on the pleasure, trying desperately to divert his mind away from the pain. Looking up at her lover and stopping more wax from being poured, Monica found humbling delight in Steven's twisted expression. It was one of unbridled pain, yet one of obedience and respect. Furthermore, she knew he was enjoying it too. When the wax hit his body, his prick jolting in her sent an indescribable wave of pleasure through her. He hadn't cum, but the experience was no doubt pleasuring - for both of them. Mouth agape with joy, she resumed pouring the hot wax onto his body, giggling out loud all the while. Monica continued to enjoy the painful contortions of his face, his restrained grunts, each painfully warped expression corresponding to a surge of raw pleasure he sent back into her. As his prick continued to leap forcibly in her with the flowing sting of the liquid wax, her own breathing became heavier, her sensations increasing as his manhood jolted out of shock inside of her. She found herself gasping during her giggles like a woman gone mad, her eyes fixated on the event between them. Monica randomly drew on her new-found canvas with her unusual new sex toy, until the molten wax was no more. Although brief, the moment seemed to last an eternity... She stayed on his prick for a moment watching the wax harden on Steven's body. They both breathed heavily, coming down from their exciting new highs. Her heart pounded strongly for him. He could have screamed, wrestled and complained his way out of this scenario if he truly wanted to. She told herself she would have complied, but instead he took it. He took it as she had hoped he would. And he was still playing along. Slowly, she lifted herself off of his incredibly stiff member. She could tell Steven had fought through the pain and was sexually ready to burst, but she didn't want him to cum quite yet. There were many more things she wanted to try. While she may not be able to tend to all of her desires tonight, she wanted to drag him through their erotic pleasures as far as she could. "Ohhh I'm so sorry if hurt you a little too much, my dear," she cooed. "But I'm afraid you had to be punished. But don't worry, I'll help you cool off..." With that, Monica lowered her hips and her incredibly wet pussy back down onto his chest. The globs of crimson wax on his stomach had not cooled, but none the less she pressed herself onto it, simply for the taboo nature and amusement of it. She continued by dragging her hips along his body, close to his chest plate. Within close range of the nightstand, she retired the candle to its holder - its work being done for the night. In leaning over, Monica had unconsciously put her breasts in close proximity to Steven's head - feeling his still strong breathing, his moist breath, cascading over her tart, erect nipples. The feeling alone made her pause a moment to enjoy the sensation. For Steven, the past moments had been nothing but incredible, even if the pain still stayed with him. He had found that her infliction of pain to his body during intercourse had increased his sexual appetite. While the molten wax poured onto his body, the increase in pain that he endured was matched by an increase in pleasure from their union! Steven had never felt such an incredible primal energy through any other experience in the past. He was finding himself in fear of what Monica might do next, while at the same time yearning for it, knowing it would heighten his sexual experience when she did it! The sensations she opened up to him were indescribable, and he could only crave for more... As he contemplated his new found experience, he felt his own breath coming back onto his mouth. The proximity of warmth and her prevailing scent told him that it must be her body; her position holding momentarily signaled to Steven that perhaps he should take action. His sexual drive having reached new heights, he gave in to his lustful urges. Steven's head moved up to kiss her essence, delighted by the presence of her nipple. Without hesitation, he gorged himself on the feast that awaited of him. "Ooohh!!!" His move excited Monica tremendously, causing her to gasp for air and lose control, even if just for a moment. She knew Steve secretly enjoyed this despite his earlier worries, but she didn't expect him to be this into it this much. His breath caressing her breasts made her nipples extra sensitive, and now he was feasting himself on her! While she secretly enjoyed it, she also knew she couldn't allow Steve to direct any of the action. Still, the wave of pleasure it sent through her body couldn't be denied, and she decided to allow him to enjoy this much. After all, he was being a good pet, and deserved a little treat. Steven suckled on her tit for a moment before Monica pushed his head back. Anticipation of what might happen next was driving him wild. His breathing grew even heavier now - his cock getting close to climaxing. "You like my nipples, don't you?" she asked in a soft, curiously nervous voice. Steven grinned at the comment, remembering to not make any noises, unless he was to invite more pain to besiege him. "I can't blame you," she continued, regaining her composure by stroking the back of his uplifted head. "I have to admit, I'm pretty fond of them myself." He began to feel Monica descend back onto his rigid pole. The wet warmth that once again enveloped his rigid cock made him incredibly excited. As she continued to slide down his cock, he felt his climax bubble from within. Once descended completely down his cock, Monica said in her seductive tone, "I love your cock just as much, Steven. It fills me like I've never been before." Her words tickled his ego. He knew he satisfied her - he could feel it in her muscles around his cock. And he knew he could pleasure her even more if he came. His animal lust in effect, he began to hump with as much energy as he could muster, deep into her womanhood. His drive surprised Monica once more. She could tell he was close to cumming, and if things continued, he will have ended things on his terms. While she enjoyed his thrusts and their union, quick action clearly needed to be taken. *Slap!* With a flick of her wrist and a sweep across his face, she slapped Steven. His face turned with a grimace in the direction of the blow. The humping ceased. And much to Monica's delight, his prick leapt in her. Although Steve still did not cum, he was right on the verge of it, and they both knew it. Monica thought about this for a second, realizing what this meant. She had made him a glutton for sexual punishment. At least for tonight. This could make all their future encounters all that much enjoyable. She cast a devilish grin across her face. "Oh Steven", she thought, "what wicked fun we shall have in the future". She noticed Steven's controlling his breathing now. She could sense he was preventing himself from cumming, trying to make his pending orgasm last as long as he could. With a stern voice, Monica stated, "That was for not obeying my direct order to not touch! You suckling my breasts and humping my snatch are clearly out of line!" And with a wicked thought instantly crossing her mind, she leaned forward ever so slightly. "And this," she continued, readying her hand, "is for what you've done to me!" *Slap!* She slapped his face again. Steven gasped, his prick thrusting mightily in her. He came harder than he ever had before, almost blacking out from the intensity. His gushing fluids, spurting and mingling with her juices, brought her that much closer to cumming herself. Breathing heavy, Monica found herself gently riding his spewing cock. Watching her lover enjoy the throes of a well-earned orgasm, she herself wanted to taste the fruits of victory. She continued to bounce on his cock as he emptied himself into her. With every spurt, Steven wanted to scream in release. In addition to being his strongest orgasm he ever. Once she was filled with his seed, his breathing came down off its high. Now, she thought, for the grand finale. "Mmmmm... that was incredible baby. That was really impressive, wasn't it?" Steven remained silent in his blissful, albeit scarred state. Again, she put her hips on his stomach, dragging her pussy along his body to his head. Steven could feel the sticky mix of their juices trailing behind as she made her way towards him. After the restraints, candle wax, slapping and other deliberate teasing she had done to him, he found this gesture tame and, frankly, welcome. "But you made a mess in me honey," Monica said when she scooted to his face. Lifting herself up and grasping the front of the bed for support, she squared her hips above his mouth. "I need you to clean me up!" She lightly descended her bushy cunt to his mouth, the scent of their mixed sexes a strong indicator of what she wanted him to do. Steven had eaten out girlfriends in the past - but never quite like this! He had always done it on the condition that they had shaven, and never would he eat out anyone whom someone came in. But he was hardly in a position to negotiate. After all that had happened, working his mouth through her bush, mixed with their juices and bits of wax to get to her sloppy hole, didn't seem so bad. He slowly worked to lap up their mess, but it was hardly to Monica's liking. Growing impatient, she forced herself down onto him, demanding, "C'mon! Work me baby!" Grabbing the back of his head, she nestled his face into her pussy. Fully engorged in her opening now, Steven worked her interior with his exploring tongue with a surprising willingness. The strong scent and wicked taste discouraged him, but the whole perversion and taboo nature of what he was doing, of what was being enjoyed tonight, drove him on. In no time he was working her clitoris and g-spot, causing Monica to whimper. Steven relished eating her, finding more of his sperm trickling down from deep within her and lapping it up. Her whimpers turned into moans, becoming louder and louder. She began to melt over his face, intoxicating him with her pungent aroma. Then briefly, her moaning and subtle movements stopped. Only the sound of Steven's persistent mouth could be heard. Monica's body tensed up completely. She had been brought to the gates of bliss with such an energy pent up in her as never before. And Steven was bringing her closer. And closer. And closer! With a piercing release of ecstasy, Monica came, sending Steven's face awash with her juices. He continued to eat Monica out as well as he could through her climax, but her triggered orgasm shaking through her body, as well as the rush of her fluids made it difficult for the intrepid explorer. As she came down from her orgasmic high, she found him simply lapping up the trickle of juices from her womanhood. "This once conservative boy," she thought as she looked down at him, "has given in completely to me. Willingly. Perhaps, maybe, we aren't so wrong for each other after all..." As Monica's breathing normalized, she slowly began to slide back down his body. Her weakened body slithered over the slimy trail of their juices - those she created over his body only a moment ago. Her breasts caressed his face as she passed over him, coming to lie on his side, half perched over her lover. She caressed his face, as they did at her doorstep earlier that evening. The same hand that hurt him earlier, now reassuring both of them. For a moment she looked at the expression on his face. His mouth, covered heavily in their juices, was slightly agape. Missing was the telling truth of his eyes. Moving in, she kissed him softly, tenderly on the lips. She followed with a deeper, more passionate kiss, tasting the mixing of their union well inside his mouth, before kissing him softly once more. On the side of the bed, with her body, breasts and self warmly pressed into him, she removed his blindfold. The opening of his eyes showed the mixture of emotions that had run through him during his experience: fear, panic, confusion, ecstasy, anticipation, lust, rapture. But most importantly, and that which most stood out, was his passion for whom she was and what she has shown him. The bond between the two had not been jeopardized, only strengthened. With a smile of absolute happiness on her face, in the flicker of the candlelight, they looked deep into each other's eyes throughout the night. "Now was that so bad?" * * * * * * * * * * Authors note: This is based off a dream I had one night. The differences are that in my dream I wasn't blindfolded nor was there any candle. I was just tied up and she was doing me eight ways from last April. But I think they spice the story up nicely. Nor was she Goth - she was just sorta there, but how! Anyway, since I'm not one who participates in BDSM, bondage or anything like that, I'm sure I screwed up in a lot of places (yes, opened to interpretation ^_^). I apologize if Monica's methods were less than sanitary too. By the way, I do not condone the pouring of wax onto anyone. I'm sure Steven will suffer second degree burns at least. Also, although there is no mention of it in the story, I advocate the use of safe sex. There's too great a risk today to ignore it. And please, if you're gonna do it recreationally, at least use a condom! With that, I'm done! Its my first erotica, and I hope you like it! I would sincerely appreciate any and ALL feedback possible. If you're reading this on Literotica, at least provide a vote if you won't e-mail me. Thanks again! flawed_ethics His and Her Pleasure "Oh god...yes...oh yes baby..." The guy moans as I work my tongue around his shaft; my mouth sucking on his lovely head long and hard. My small hands knead his balls as my mouth and tongue work his dick. I work faster, wanting him to shoot his cum into my mouth and just when I feel him tense up and groan, I grab a shot glass that has amaretto liqueur in it already. As he cums into my mouth, I hold back from swallowing it; even though I really want to. Once he is done-and moaning softly-, I let go of him and spit his cum into the small glass. I stand up, watching his sexy tanned skin gleam with sweat and smile to myself. "Bottoms up my friend," I say to him as I sit on his lap and make him drink the whole glass. He swallows it all and as his eyes grow wide, the guy starts to cough and look at me weird. "What the hell was that girl?" "A shot of liqueur and your cum." I wink at him and lick my lips. "Wha-" He starts to say something but I cut him off by kissing his chapped lips. While he is still dazed by that hard, passionate kiss I just gave him, I grab my trench coat and heels and walk out of the room. "Laters," I call out as I shut the door, tying my coat closed. ~~~~~ "Hey Rin, I'm parched! Drinks on me?" My friend, Mimi, yells over the blasting music. She smiles at me through her veil of golden blonde hair. "Sure! Let's go!" I yell back at her. We link arms walking through the thong of dancers and make our way to the long onyx graphite counter, plopping our firm butts down on the cushioned stools. Mimi waves down the bartender and to the left of her, I notice a man gazing at her C-cup breasts that are about to fall out of her over-exposed skin tight top. She ignores him of course, just like she does to every guy who doesn't wink at her first before staring at her big boobs. "You rang Miss?" I turn my head to gaze at the hottest man I have ever seen. He looks exactly like Damon from The Vampire Diaries-and I know a pile of drool must be pooling under my mouth!-and his name tag read Damon on it as well. "Yes I'll have an...After Sex," Mimi says, winking at him. "And for you?" His dark eyes gleam at me with mischief. "My usual please, it's called the Blow Job." I'm not sure why but my cheeks heat up and I can't help but smile sexy at him. Damon's eyebrows reach into his hairline and we burst into giggles. "A Blow Job After Sex coming up...and you do know how to drink that properly correct?" He asks me. "Watch and find out." I couldn't help but flirt back. He nods and goes to make our drinks; while Mimi gushes to me. "You flirty, sexy bitch! I cannot believe he by-passed this body," she cups he boobs and runs her hands down her body, "for you!" She squeals, standing up and moving to stand behind me, she does to me what she did to herself, but makes my boobs bounce. "You're an athlete with a tiny, tight body and thick, dark long hair.....then again...I would want to fuck with you too." Mimi says that last sentence a little too loud and all the guys around us turn and stare at her hands still cupping my breasts. "Mimi, stop it. The dogs have kids that are hardening at that thought," I tell her and remove her hands from my B-cup boobs. She sighs and moves back to her seat, waving the guys to look away. I watch Damon as he makes our drinks. His black hair catching the light and turning blue in some areas; those dark eyes taking peeks at me every few seconds; his broad shoulders, so relaxed while making simple drinks; those hands that seem to have seen alot of work in the past. I wonder what it would be like to have those eyes staring at me; having my soft hands and long arms wrapped around those broad shoulders; his hands touching me everywhere... Stop it, Rin...Oh SHIT! He's coming back! "Here you go ladies." Damon places out drinks down and he meets my eyes. "Prove to me that you know how to drink that BJS right." He leans against the counter and Mimi steals his bandana to tie my hands behind my back. "Go on Rin, show him who you are," she whispers in my ear. A soft moan escapes me as my hands become immobile behind my back. He raises an eyebrow at us, hiding a smile. I place my lips on the glass, clutching the edge with my teeth and I tip my head back to gulp it down. Mimi takes the glass from me so that I could lick my lips clean of whip cream. "We need a few shots of Vodka, Tequila, and two more of each of our drinks pretty please," Mimi practically purrs. I nod my head in agreement. After about a dozen shots each, I could tell that Mimi was tipsy just by how she was letting the guy she was making out with grope her. Her boobs were out of her top and my how erect her nipples had gotten within the few minutes that they have been kissing. Just by watching her, it made me want to be in the strange guy's place. I must be tipsy because she never looked this hot before. "Another Blow Job shot miss? Or are you too drunk?" The bartender-whose name I forgot after that eighth shot-asks me. I shake my head and lean against the counter, finding him very attractive. "Hey now...what's your name? 'Cause I find you very attractive and sexy..." My words seem to purr out of my mouth. The hot bartender strokes my cheek and we gaze into each other's eyes. "My name is Damon; and you my pretty young friend, is my next one night stand or my personal mouth fucker." "Huh?" I look at him, then look around noticing for the first time that the four of us were the last ones here. Damon climbs over the counter and sits in front of me, grinning very mischievously. He leans close to me, kissing softly as if he wants to make sure what he is doing to me registers in my drunken mind. "Jameson, leave Mimi alone and let's lead these ladies to my private quarters so that I may have my fun now," Damon tells the guy who is kissing Mimi. The guy nods his head and gets her off his lap, taking her hand and pulls her away. They disappear but after a few minutes, the walks out and nods our way. The guy-Jameson-walks out the door, locking it behind him. Damon gets up and places out his hand to me. I grab it and he pulls me up, leading me to the same room that Mimi must be in. "Damon...where-where is he going? Where are we going? When did this place close?" I look around, trying to figure out what happened over the past few hours. My drunken mind still can't comprehend the empty place. He opens the door, pushes me inside the comes in as well, locking the door with a key and placing it into a pocket. I look around, searching for Mimi, but don't see her. Damon takes a step towards me. "Come now my beauty, the fun awaits us with your friend. No need to be scared, she is right here after all." He gestures to the right of me and there she is; her hands tied behind her back and blindfolded. Mimi groans and tilts her head from side to side. "Rin? Hey, where is everyone?" I stumble over to her and grab her arm. "I'm here. Oh Mimi, don't worry, I'm here," I tell her softly. "See, now both of you can help me out since we are all together." He walks up to us slowly. "You see, you two got me so hard just by watching her grab you that way and to watch you moan as she tied your hands...it just turned me on more. Now you two are going to help me and I'll help you Mimi." He crosses over to us and takes Mimi's blindfold off. She looks at me then looks at him. "You'll...you'll really play with us? You really will?" Oh god...was she begging? Damon smirks at us and bends down to look into my eyes. "I will indeed Mimi," he whispers, as he kisses me and his fingers move up her leg. Before he could do anything more to her, he grabs my hands and ties them in front of me with the same bandana I had before. The look he gives me practically makes me want to beg him to fuck me. I watch as he sits down in front of me, grabs Mimi by her waist and places her on his lap. He kisses her hard and very possessively, almost like he wants someone to try to take her away. He stops kissing her long enough to command me: "You should now suck my dick, suck it like you did those drinks. I saw how much you loved them; no show me how much you love my little friend." I raise an eyebrow and nod my head once. His legs are spread for me, and he holds Mimi against his chest, making room for me to get close to his growing bulge. While he makes out with her right in front of me, I wrestle his pants off; knowing full well my hands are tied up tightly, it takes all my strength to pull them off. Seeing as they are ignoring me, I pull his boxers off as well, fighting with them as I had done with his jeans. "Come now girl, you can work better than that. Show me what those pretty lips of yours can really do for me." He says to me, keeping Mimi begging for more from what I can hear of her soft moans. "I'll show you just what I can do for you. You will feel a bit of pleasure....." With that said, I latch my lips onto his head and start sucking. "Oh!" I hear from him and Mimi at the same time. He must be fingering her for her to be making that kind of noise. As I continue to suck him off, my hands work his shaft, moving up and down, putting pressure now and then and working his balls. My tongue works its way all around, bobbing my head and making sure to lick in all the right places while sucking him hard. Working a lot quicker than what I'm used to, I force his dick into the back of my throat and suck him off even more. Loud moans and groans come from above me, but I don't stop sucking or massaging his hard cock. A scream from above lets me know he got Mimi to cum a large load and a groan from him lets me know his turn is coming soon. I work even more-bobbing my head, his cock going from the back of my throat to the back of my lips and back down again; licking all around as my hands massage his balls-and get rewarded with a loud groan and a stream of cum down my throat. I swallow all of it down, working it all out and clean him up as I pop it out of my mouth. Damon places Mimi next to him and bends down to kiss me, licking hiss cum off my lips. "Now that, my pretty, was the best blow job I've ever had." I smile at him and raise my hands to him. "Free us and maybe we'll show you what real pleasure is all about," I whisper to him. He returns my smiles and unties me. I sit on my knees and watch him untie Mimi. She looks around, still in a daze. "Rin?" "Hey there..." I say to her. He pecks her cheek and strokes mine. "Maybe next time you can show me while y'all aren't too drunk; right now I-sadly-have to go get ready to open the bar up." I help Mimi up and nod. "Sure we can, after all...blow jobs are my favorites and Mimi wants some real fun before and after sex." I wink at him and help her walk out. ~~~~~ "Rin, why are my panties wet?" Mimi asks me once we are seated in the back of a cab. I just smile at her and shrug my shoulders. "I don't know, but we should so return to this bar next Friday, because the bartender was checking us out and begging for some attention." She giggles softly and soon we both drift off moaning softly; me having my sweet wet dreams of Damon fucking me and her probably of the same thing. His and Hers His muscular legs pressed against hers, spreading them further apart for him as they lay on the large beach towel. The heavy breathing was obvious and there had already been many passionate kisses. They leaned further into each other until the breathtaking moment when they finally pushed deeply together with dreamy eyes. He was really there today and not just the usual dark night fantasy with headphones and soft blankets. At this very moment she was not preoccupied with responsibility. He also had blocked work from his thoughts and they were there together. He roughly leaned harder into her as she pressed and wiggled her hips up and against his firm weight. Her eyes opened, to see him as part of her. The distinctly sexual urge and attraction between them seemed to have always existed. His pleasure was evident as she felt him deeper inside with each sigh, breath and pounding heartbeat. Over and over he pressed strongly against and into her. On the beach, she arched against his body with every inch of her sun drenched and half bikinied skin. There were clasped hands and a pulling away from her for just a moment. She glared lustfully at him, understanding his desire was to have her in more than one way. Instinctively she sat up and turned her want for him. With his firm hands on her sides, she rolled over but stayed on hands and knees to avoid the beach sand. His hands pulled her closer to his smooth defined body and securely onto himself. Uninhibited and eager, they moved together. With confidence he held her so the pressure of them together would be smooth and deep. Though they probably didn't notice, the tiny portable music player hummed in the background propped against an orange beach bag. It was a subtle and sexy part of the atmosphere when blended with the constant whisper of waves caressing the shore. The beautiful beach really set the romantically comfortable mood. Playful and carefree they drank from half frozen bottles of water while comfortably stretched out on big and colorful towels, it wasn't long before the bright and hot sun called them toward the sparkling blue. They wandered along the sand and into the surprisingly warm and clear salty water. The small black bikini against the vast blue beckoned to him in a special way and his confident attitude proved intriguing to her. This beckoning intrigue exploded sometime between the flirty accidental slip of brushed legs and the not so accident brushed hips and thighs that followed while they enjoyed the water. Smiles and splashes lead to kisses and hands in sexy places. The relaxing swim in the clear ocean simply melted away lurking stress or concern. A pelican soared over while she tugged her swimsuit back into place after bending over for a closer look at one of the many shells that were scattered along the shore. His eyes lingered and she turned toward him. His striking stance brought her closer to him until she reached for his arm and gently urged him back toward their spot on the beach. With wet hair and swimsuits they lay down together on the same beach towel and could not resist the sweet and lusty desire to press themselves together. His dark stare was enough for her to become lost and forget all modesty and reason on the secluded beach. They reached for each other, touching gently at first. Swimsuits slid easily aside to feel silky bare skin. She griped and held him tightly in her hands and leaned her head over closer to put her lips to his. Seductively her lips moved from mouth to chest and then lower down his body. The arousing boldness of the act, wildly together they were there with sea oats and palms trees as the only voyeurs. The erotic opportunity was inevitable because they both knew they could not resist each other. The permission had been given and fantasies already imagined. She showed her affection with soft lips and tongue rubbed up and down him. Feeling him slip smoothly into her mouth. Now, in the salt air they had given in completely to desire. Harder and harder her sighs gave way to deep breaths. She rolled over and with her back again pressed to the sandy towel he lay down against her, deeply inside her. Her arms were tight around his shoulders. She squeezed against him orgasmically while he held her tightly against his chest. Every encounter between them steamed with a surreal chemistry, but the beach was the perfect place to be at that very moment. He sighed a quiet moan into her. Delicious kisses, wild daydreams and fireworks made together, were worth every grain of sand in hair, clothes, shoes and towels. The sky started to dark en around the edges with rain clouds. Thunder rumbled in the distance. The sunset watched as the day was transforming into a hot summer night in the quaint coastal town. His & Hers I think it's because I care; that's why she likes me so much. I could go on and on about how I'm the luckiest guy in the world or a girl like her only comes around once in a lifetime, but that's boring and cliché. Not to undermine her brilliance or anything though, because she is rather wonderful. But like I said, I care. When couples plan their weddings, I think all Americans understand as a culture that the woman is supposed to be in charge. She knows what she wants and the man is not to interfere. And don't get me wrong, Maria was no exception to this stereotype. But I cared about the wedding just as much as she did and I was not about to let the general public's expectations stop me from offering contributions whenever I happened to have an opinion. Not that my suggestions were ever implemented, but I did care and I'd like to believe Maria appreciated it. I did manage to convince her of one change though. She had her heart set on having the color scheme consist of pastel yellow and pastel blue. Now, if there is one thing I learned from middle school art class, it's that a color scheme looks best if there is a neutral color involved. So after a lengthy discussion, I succeeded in convincing her to change to black and a normal light blue instead of that watery pastel stuff. Not only did these two colors look much better, but it had a dramatic effect on her entrance to the sanctuary. When the groomsmen, the bridesmaids, the pastor, and the audience were mostly dressed in black, the room naturally seemed darker. But when I saw my radiant bride enter the room, dressed all in white, striding gracefully down the aisle toward me, it was almost too much to handle. The sudden brightness of her gown, the most divine of affections splayed across her features, and every moment I had ever shared with this wonderfully fantastic woman drove me to my emotional limit. While I managed to suppress the sobbing, I could not stop the tears of joy suddenly rolling down my face. She believed in the tradition of the groom not being allowed to see the bride before the ceremony, so that was the first I'd seen her in all her resplendence. That was the high point of the ceremony for me. The kiss was nice and all, but we had kissed before and honestly, I couldn't get the image of her gliding down the aisle toward me out of my mind. I hope I never do. It happened hours ago, but everything seemed to be on fast forward after we left the altar. The reception hall was literally right across the street so we didn't need a car ride which meant no alone time. While this was the most pragmatic approach, I think I would have liked just a few minutes alone with her after the ceremony. Alas, I was denied this privilege. Dinner was wonderful though (Maria always knew what she was doing when it came to food) and my little brother teamed up with her older brother to give The Toast to End All Toasts, as we began to call it afterward. As with any good toast, it thoroughly embarrassed Maria and I while still managing to give everyone the feel-good sensations of vicariously experiencing our happiness. Which is a little weird, and one of the reasons I don't really enjoy attending other people's weddings. Then it was time to say good-bye to the hundreds of attendees. Thankfully, many of them were families of their own and one good-bye could cover anywhere from 2 to 6 people. But this reduction was undermined by all the guests that wanted to personalize their good-byes, which turned them into 10 minute manifestos of adulation and well-wishing. Finally, at ten o'clock, my new bride and I were on our way to my—our—home. I thanked God for giving us the brilliant idea to have our wedding at two in the afternoon. It gave us plenty of time for the ceremony and the reception and the ordeal of talking to family members afterward. The drive home was interesting to say the least. Maria and I spent virtually the entire time laughing. Not that anything in particular struck us as funny, but we just got married! We weren't coming down from that high for at least a week. But now we are home. The car is off, but our seat-belts remain buckled. I turn to my darling Maria and look her in the eyes. One of the reasons I absolutely adore this woman is because we are able to communicate so much non-verbally. In that look, I saw the joyous rapture, the eternal gratitude, the weight of the day finally lifted from her shoulders, and... desire? ~ Desire. Never in all my life have I felt this much desire all directed at one very specific—and very tangible—item. I didn't even know it was possible until now. I probably shouldn't call my new husband an item, but I am a bit overwhelmed with everything that's happened today, so I'm not sure I care. Thank God everything went smoothly though. If today's events had not been executed perfectly, I honestly don't know if I could even enjoy my first night as a married woman. But I am not going to think about that. I need to focus on the here and now. Tonight is the night Isaac and I are going to begin our lives together as husband and wife. And that, of course, comes with a few traditions I have been looking forward to very, very much. Growing up Lutheran, I have learned to repress my sexual urges. I don't hold a grudge or anything; I'm actually quite thankful for my Christian upbringing. As I watched my classmates going through the drama of teen pregnancies or even pregnancy scares, I always took solace in the fact that I would not have to worry about having kids until I was married. But now I am married. Now, I am free. I no longer have to hold back. Isaac and I can move on from the innocent little kisses of dating life. The whole of my sexuality is finally unrestrained. I just hope he can handle it. He looks a bit confused, actually. "Is everything alright?" I hope I haven't accidentally just killed the mood. "Oh, yes, of course!" he replies, slightly flushed. "I honestly have never been happier." He smiles genuinely. "I've just never seen that expression on your face before. Heck, I'm not even sure I can identify it." "You'll have all night to try and figure it out," I allude, none too subtly. I do love how in tune he is with my emotions. I was doing my absolute best to hide my desire, but he picked up on it so I'm going to roll with it. "Then why are we still in this car?" he asks with a mischievous grin. With that, we finally start our journey to our home, the final destination being the bedroom. Or anywhere, really... No. Our first night together needs to be in the bedroom, on the bed. There will be plenty of time for creativity in our ensuing years together. He opens the front door and holds out his arms. Yes! I love this man so much. I leap into Isaac's arms and he carries me lovingly across the threshold of our home, both of us laughing the entire time. I expect him to set me down in the front room, but instead he carries me all the way up the stairs and into our bedroom, almost as if he knew what I wanted. I have often wondered whether or not he possesses some form of ESP, but in reality, I think he is simply incredibly in tune with my body language and non-verbal cues. I wish I could be the same for him, and hopefully that will come with time. He sets me down on the bed, and I notice for the first time how damp my underwear are. It startles me at first, but I've been aroused before and the feeling isn't exactly new. Although for the first time in my life, I can do something about it. Even better, I can have my new man do something about it. This realization cranks up my arousal a few clicks. My breathing is becoming heavier and I can feel my skin starting to flush. I wonder if he'll notice. "Well, you sound like you're ready to go," Isaac teases. He definitely noticed. But I am not about to let his snark get the best of me. Oh, no. I learned how to combat this years ago. A completely calm and rational explanation of whatever he's mocking usually shuts him up pretty quickly. "Isaac, I have been repressing almost every sexual and sensual urge that has struck me since I started liking boys—" over-simplifying my diction works too, "—and tonight, I can finally give in to them. That's nearly ten years of built up tension that is about to be unleashed here very soon. So pardon me if I seem a bit eager." I'm glad I managed the calm and rational tone, but I don't know how much longer I can stay in this dress. It's practically begging to be ripped off of me. "Hmmm, I see," he muses. If he doesn't make a move soon, then God help me I will tie him to this bed. Actually, that's not a bad idea... ~ As much as I want to drag this out and build the anticipation, I don't want to go so far as to ruin the mood. And good heavens she sounds like she's in heat. I need to cash in on this fervor now. "Ok, you got me. But first we need to get you out of that dress." The fire in her eyes had been there since we left the car, but I swear steam blew out of her ears at that remark. Immediately, she begins frantically undressing. I watch her heels fly across the room, her veil haphazardly tossed onto the vanity. "Whoa, whoa slow down there." Betrayal and puzzlement cross her face. "I said we. Sit down." The realization breaks and she follows my orders. I slowly lift her dress, never severing eye contact. Goodness, she's practically shaking. I peel off her hose one gorgeous leg at a time and toss them over my shoulder. I can feel the heat radiating from under her dress and as badly as I want to go in now, I know I would have trouble breathing. So instead, I take her hands and bring her to her feet. Once spun around, I slowly undo the zipper to loosen the dress. I let it fall to her feet and she steps out, like butterfly emerging from her chrysalis. All that's left now are her undergarments which, despite their plain nature, are the most enticing of all. "Wait," she says and stays my hand. "You are a bit overdressed for this." "Yes, ma'am." I kick off my shoes then hold out my arms, and she immediately starts on my tux shirt and jacket. I have never been undressed before and I must say, it's an odd sensation. I hope I'll have more opportunities to acclimate myself with it. "Slow down! I don't want to sew these buttons back on!" "I'll sew them back on right now if that's the only thing on your mind." There is no stopping Maria now. I throw up my hands in mock defeat, which actually helps her pull off my shirt and jacket. I fall back on the bed and almost make a similar comment while she tears my pants and socks off. It's probably for the best because any words would have been smothered by my beautiful and extremely eager bride. I barely have time to react. She is all over me, passionately kissing every part of me she can reach. I bring my mouth to hers and she abrasively engages my tongue in a one-on-one battle with hers. Meanwhile, her hips are grinding my pelvis so hard I'm afraid she's going to hurt herself. But after getting to know Maria over the past five years, I'd leave it to her to blur the line between pleasure and pain. "Isaac, please," she begs breathily. "Get this stuff off me." I can only assume she means her bra and panties, the latter of which look quite damp. I start with those because they don't have an infamous clasp known for its perplexity. Phew she is in heat. I never realized just how intoxicating a woman can become when she's in the mood. I toss the panties aside, but make a mental check of where they land. I know I'll want to revisit them later. Maria turns her back to me so I can have a clear shot at the clasp. Bless her. Obviously, she knows how much they can stymie beginners. I quickly examine the mechanism and unhook it with ease, pleasantly surprised. Still turned away from me, Maria slowly lowers the garment from her shoulders and tosses it aside as well. She is now fully nude and the anticipation is killing me! "Are you ready?" Ugh, she is such a tease. I think I'll turn the tables on her. Instead of answering, I hug her from behind and cup her in my hands. The sharp intake of breath tells me I succeeded in catching her off guard, and she hardens instantly under my palms. She adapts quickly and places her hands atop my own, breathing erratically the whole time. But that isn't enough for Maria; she shrugs me off and throws herself onto the bed, face up. I can't help but follow her one beckoning finger, though my eyes linger over her nearly steaming sex. When I get close enough, she grabs me plants an especially long kiss on my lips. Then she looks directly in my eyes and guides my head down to her newly exposed bosom. I have been dreaming of this moment since I asked her to marry me. Still not breaking eye contact, I slowly exhale onto her right breast. I know her hormones are in overdrive, but she must also be sensitive in this area because that sent her eyes fluttering back into her head and caused the first moans of pleasure to escape her lips. I haven't even made contact yet! But her nudity has fueled my passion as well, so I waste no time in kissing her incredibly erect breast. She wails, high in her vocal register. She wraps her legs around me and grinds into my abs as I begin softly sucking on my prize. More wailing. And she places a hand on the back of my head to keep me rooted in the source of her pleasure. Oh! Ow! She's digging into my back with the nails of her other hand! It hurts, but I think I like it. I do like it. I can feel her sexual energy flowing from her fingernails into me. I need more. I open wider and take more of her breast into my mouth. Maria moans louder and rewards me by dragging her nails across my back. Oh, this is euphoric. I don't even try to repress the shiver that runs through me. I lift my head to give equal affection to the other breast, but quickly replace my mouth with my hand. Her breasts are so perfect, and I don't care how cliché that is. I know she has always yearned for bigger, but I am enamored with her precious A cups. Mental note: tell Maria that afterward... ~ This is infinitely better than anything I could have ever imagined. AH! Oh dear, I am going to break Isaac's ribs I am squeezing him so hard. This is too much. I need a break. "Isaac, wait." I gently unravel myself from around his form. "Is everything alright? I thought you were enjoying this," he says, genuine concern and perplexity in his eyes. "Oh no, I was! So much..." I'm starting to feel dizzy. "I am a little lightheaded, though." "Water?" he asks and hands me a bottle. "Where did this come from?" "I put them here earlier today. The internet says to stay hydrated while... consummating marriages," he says and winks at me. I hadn't even noticed the water bottles on the end table. He opens the second and takes a long drink and I follow suit. Yep, that was it; my lightheadedness is subsiding. God, thank you for this man. He thinks of everything. "I love you, Isaac." I look directly in his eyes, as deeply as I possibly can. "I love you more," he retorts with a grin. Oh so that's the game he wants to play. "You sure about that?" I ask, standing. I push Issac onto his back and yank his boxers down off his legs. Now we're finally both nude. I pull Isaac to his feet and push him up against the wall and hold him there. He winces. Good. I start with a barrage of kisses, mostly on his lips, but a couple stray to his jawline and neck. Oh my, his cock feels so good straining against my cunt. Wait, cock? Cunt? Who am I? Oh, I don't care; all I know is I want Isaac inside me right now. I have never let these urges progress this far and it's probably good that I didn't. This is intense. I reach down and grab his engorged member to guide it into me. Isaac seemed sheepish when he first told me how small he was, although I was too when I told him my bra size. I certainly don't see any problem though; it's longer than all my longest finger and at least twice as wide. I stop my kissing and look into his eyes, the same way he did to me earlier. Our breathing is ragged and he gives me a slight nod. I ease him into me, which hurts slightly, and continue the kisses. After I get past the head, the rest slides in easier. Ohhh, this is so good. I have to stop kissing so I can breathe. When he is all the way inside me, both of our knees give out. Luckily, we're still leaning on the wall and that helps keep us up. I don't know how Isaac feels, but this is fairly awkward. I push off of the wall, but keep him pressed against and inside me. Thank God we are nearly the same height, else this might not work. I quickly but carefully lift a leg and wrap it around Isaac's back. "Ahhhh," I can't help but moan. This position is so much better. I can feel something building inside me. It feels like a balloon swelling up and the bigger it gets, the better it feels. I am grinding Isaac's cock so feverishly; he moans and says, "Yes! Oh yes, Maria!" in response. Both of my arms are wrapped around him and digging into his back; his arms are wrapped around me too, keeping me pressed as close to him as possible. Each of our heads over the other's shoulder. We are building toward something big. Orgasm! That's what's coming! I can't even tell where I end and Isaac begins anymore. This pressure inside me is mounting. Both of us are screaming. Oh this will be intense. I don't know where we are or when we are or if there will ever be anything other than this ecstasy. The balloon is going to burst! I'm going to explode! "AHH! YES! YES, YES, YES!" we both scream together. Oh! I think—I am—oh! I can feel Isaac's explosion inside of me. "ughhh..." I shudder. My knees give out again, but Isaac catches me and keeps us both from collapsing. I'm still shaking as he slides out of me, the sensation causing an aftershock which is almost as intense. Isaac lifts me up and carries me over to the bed. He sets me down gently and then lies down next to me. I curl up next to him. "I love you, Maria." I can feel his deep voice vibrating through the mattress. I smile and snuggle closer to him. "I love you more." While we aren't making eye contact, I can imagine him rolling his eyes. "Ok, I deserve that." "You certainly do." I look up with a smile and we kiss. "Mmm, a girl could get used to this." His and Hers Affairs The things I do for my husband. Love, it's strange, no? When going into an open marriage, you expect to have a slightly different life than the average American couple, but still. We both knew when we met, when we started dating, when we got serious, when we considered even the idea of marriage that there was no way we would be able to stay physically faithful to one another. We were tipped off to that fact that we were both seeing other people when we had our first date. I suppose it goes without saying that we had sex on the first date as well. Having a threesome with a drunk sorority girl on our fourth date pretty much sealed that deal. (Long, stupid story. Short version: We were playing a game of sexual chicken, we went into one of the local bars frequented by other students like us, a few drinks later there's a blonde Greek in our bed. Well, his bed actually, but I was spending pretty much every night there already.) Anyway, the first serious girlfriend Mike had after our marriage was good for him. She got him out of the house, she was good in bed, I was better looking than her so there wasn't any jealousy there. It was great...until she decided to marry the guy she was seriously dating. Even that would have been fine, Mike had no objections. But apparently her fiancee, soon to be husband, took offense that she had been seeing someone behind his back and he refused to marry her unless she dropped her boyfriend. Some people have strange morals. This was unexpected, but a few months later, Mike found a new girlfriend and all was well and good with the world again. That lasted about two years until Mike started moping around the house and I knew something was wrong. Naturally I had to ask. What a mistake. "Lydia doesn't want to see me anymore." I could tell he was trying not to cry like a little girl. It took forever to weasel the story out of him, even then he refused to go into detail, just that they had an argument and had broken up. Thing was, he still had a thing for her. Great. So I either needed to find him a new girlfriend right away--so I could continue fucking around--or get him back with Lydia. I chose Lydia. It seemed the easier route. It was easy enough to find her dating profile online; Mike never hid it from me, but I never looked either. It was easy enough to find. The internet has been a blessing to millions of people looking for long intimate relationships and those looking just for a one night stand of sex. More reliable than singles bars too. Oddly, even though I had heard about the woman for two years, I had never seen a picture of her nor had I bothered looking her up. Name: Thongirl Age: 30 (I knew that was a lie, maybe by only a few years, but still) Height: 5' 9" (taller than I expected, taller than me) Weight: 140 (if true, not bad, Mike had said she had curves) Hair: brunette, long (contrast with by short, blonde; I guess Mike likes variety) Skin: pale with freckles Body type: sexy and curvy (see, I knew; again different, I'm petite and athletic) Bust: 38D [full D] (her note, not mine, and wow, I'm barely a B) Piercings: ears only!!! (not that adventurous I see) Tattoos: none (same as me, but it's the quiet ones you have too look out for) Pubes: shaved (well, who doesn't nowadays?) Personality: shy (yeah, right) Marital status: Married, but looking (no duh) Favorite sex position: female superior (aren't we all?) Fantasy: three-way, group sex Orientation: bi-curious It was the last item that let me know exactly how I was going to do this. I won't bore you with the emails we sent back and forth, it was all pretty humdrum stuff. Suffice it to say that I led her on--just a bit--and she went for the bait. I never really told her who I was. The internet is a wonderful thing. We met for the first time at, of all places, a bagel shop. I don't like coffee bars and nightclubs are no place to meet and talk with someone. Besides, where else can you meet someone in the safety of daylight and not look like you're up to trouble? I was waiting for her and even though it seems a bit trite, when she walked in I recognized her immediately, more from her description than the few pictures she had sent me. She was much more striking in person than in the somewhat forced and posed pictures she had sent me. Tall, dark hair that cascaded down her back, simple white blouse that showed off a touch of cleavage and tight, but not too tight, jeans. I stood up from my table to greet her and held out my hand. She smiled, clasped my hand, then pulled me in close and kissed me on the cheek. "A handshake is a little formal for what we have planned, isn't it?" she said. Her voice was high and light. I smiled back at her but didn't kiss her cheek. It would have seemed forced coming from me. She was aggressive, not the shy she had put in her profile, but then again, we were friends already, weren't we? "Yes, I suppose it is," I agreed with a laugh. We sat down and there was an uncomfortable silence. "So easy to send email," she said, "so hard to speak in person." "Yeah, strange, isn't it? I've met a lot of people this way, but its always a bit uncomfortable at first when you're face to face." "How many...people have you met this way?" she asked and we were off and running. It was easy to see why Mike was enamored of her, she was funny, witty, vivacious and more than a little sexy, even if she didn't have what I normally looked for in a partner—namely a penis. But even if she wasn't sexy and forthright, I would have been attracted to her, there was just something about Lydia that was indescribable and yet perfectly desirable as well. "Why 'Thongirl'" I finally asked her as the conversation began to wind down. She looked at me blankly a moment, then sudden realization dawned on her. "Oh, my screen name! Well, I like thongs, why else?" "Don't you find them a little...uncomfortable?" "You've got to find a style that gives you the right fit," she half-whispered to me, reaching across the table and patting my hand. "Makes me feel like I've got a wedgie I can't get rid of," I complained. "Guys find them sexy," she said. "Girls too." "My husband is always getting after me to wear them," I agreed, dodging subtle pass she made at me. "I only wear silk bikinis." "What color?" she asked. "What color what?" I said, a bit confused. "All colors, depends on my mood." "No," she said, squeezing my hand slightly. Her fingers were strong and warm against mine. Her index pressed on my wrist, as if she were taking my pulse. "What color are you wearing now?" "Oh!" I blushed. "Red. String bikini." "Matching bra?" she asked me. "Yes," I hoarsely answered. She smiled, unable to control the pleasure on her face. "Me too, red that is. Only mine aren't silk. They're lace." She paused a moment, lowered her eyes slightly , then looked at me through her eyelashes. "Want to see them?" Outside the bagel shop she took her hand in mind—I felt strange to be out in public holding the hand of a woman I barely knew, but this was downtown where all the artists, students and the gay community lived, so we were safe and hardly unusual—I thought to lead the way to her place which she promised was only a few block away, but after walking perhaps half a block she suddenly pushed me up against the recessed doorway of an empty storefront, pushed her body into mine and kissed me harder and fiercer than I'd been kissed in longer than I could remember. I could feel my red panties getting wet as her tongue explored my mouth. Her breasts pressed against me, right above mine, her hands wandered down to my waist, but didn't curl around and cup my ass like a man would have. It was heaven. Soft and fierce and everything I wanted right then. I couldn't wait to get back to her place. She broke the kiss and pulled back just enough so I could see her smile. "Think you can run to my place and still have enough energy to go to bed with me?" "Three blocks?" I asked her eagerly. "Less." "Yes." We ran the rest of the way, hand in hand, screaming like little schoolgirls. Her place was one flight up in an older brownstone. She raced up the stairs ahead of me; I admired the way her ass swung back and forth. Inside we fell into each others arms in an instant, exchanging kisses and pulling at each other's clothes. True to her word when I got her pants and shirt off she was wearing a red lace bra, that was more lace than anything else; I could see her pale red nipples erect and straining against the wispy material. Her thong was a perfect match, obviously sold as a set, and I could see through the material that she most certainly did shave her pubes down to nothing. We were only in the living room and she had my shirt off and I was displaying my own small breasts and nips struggling to escape their material bonds. "Come to the bedroom," she invited me, turning around and almost skipping away. She did it purposely, so that I could see her ass displayed by her tiny thong. It worked; I suddenly understood why men liked seeing women in those tiny bits of lingerie. I also discovered she had lied on her profile. She most certainly did have a tattoo. Right ass cheek. A pair of pink ballerina slippers. It was unusual; most women sporting tattoos stuck with hearts, butterflies and roses. I liked it. She lowered herself onto the bed and gave me a come hither look. It was the same look I'd seen on the faces of too many men. I couldn't resist her pull. I in a moment I'd joined her and our lips were once again locked in a passionate kiss. Before I knew it her hands had slipped around by back and my bra loosened. She pulled back and slipped my bra away from my breasts. "You've got great tits," she said, looking at my small, erect nipples. "Thanks." I blushed and looked down at her. They were huge next to mine and I felt inadequate. "Yours are so big," was all I could say. "Boys like 'em that way." She took it as a compliment which was good. That's how I meant it, I guess. "And girls too," she added, pulling me back down to her. A moment later I was on my back and she was easing my panties down my hips. It was the same position and situation I'd been in before many times...only this time it was a woman. She freed the red silk from my legs and looked down at my crotch. "You are a natural blonde," she said with a smile. Unlike her I didn't shave my pussy completely. Mike often said I should, but I also wanted to advertise to the world—or at least my lovers—that I was as she had discovered. Too many bleached blondes in the world. "Yeah," I breathed. It was getting hard to think and react. There was a pressure on my chest, an anticipation, and a tightness in my stomach. I was eager but unsure of myself; then I remember that supposedly Lydia was supposed to be bi-curious, not some experienced woman who was acting like a professional lesbian. "I love it," she said lowering her face to first kiss my belly button, then my smooth, flat stomach, then the fine, thin strip of golden curls that just barely hid my pussy. Without effort on my part my legs fell open and I was displaying my wet, pink pussy to her. She looked up at me from between my legs, her face so close to my musky womanhood that I could feel her breath tickling my clitoris. Her eyes were half-lidded, then suddenly completely closed as she buried her face in my cunt and slid her tongue the entire length of my open labia, stopping to lap at my clit. I arched my back and groaned in frustration and pleasure. She knew exactly what she was doing and I loved every bit of it. Then her tongue and lips were suddenly busy in my pussy, lapping and licking, teasing and tickling. I squired beneath her ministrations, and she put a hand on my stomach to quiet me. I brought my hands up to my small tits and squeezed the nipples, focusing on the pain so that I would hold still. I needed her to bring me off. I wanted a woman to fuck me and to taste my juices. It wasn't long before I was gasping for breath and then suddenly all the tension was released out of my body through my pussy. When I was this excited I was all too likely to squirt and that's exactly what happened; I soaked her face with my scent and fluids. It was both painful and pleasurable at the same time. It was perfect. After a minute I stopped trembling and I realized that Lydia and gotten out from between my legs and was laying next to me, watching as I breathed. "You're beautiful when you cum," she told me. "Thank you," I said, accepting the strange compliment. "You know your way around a pussy." "I should, I've had one all my life." I laughed. "But I thought you've never been with another woman before," I said, affecting a puzzled tone. Even after sex I needed to keep control of this situation. I told myself I was doing this for Mike, not for me. "I haven't," she said. "Well, okay that's not true. I've been drunk a few times in my life and had the opportunity to kiss a girl and feel her tits, but this is the first time I ever really got to eat a pussy, really make love to a woman." I wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not, if she was, then she was a natural cunnilinguist, if not, she was a perfect liar. "What about you?" she asked. "You ever gone down on a woman?" I hesitated. How much to tell? "Well, no, not really. I've done a threesome before, with my husband—boyfriend at the time—and another woman, but mostly I just watched him fuck her. Though I did make her cum with my hand." She smiled at her, her head resting on the pillow. Then suddenly she leaned forward and kissed me; I tasted myself on her lips. "Do you want to go down on me now?" she asked. I hesitated. I did, but I didn't. I was confused. What should I do? Then she solved the problem for me. "Or would you like to fuck me?" "What?" Now I was truly puzzled. She rolled off the bed and pulled open a drawer on the dresser. Lydia took out several sex toys—a vibrator, a large black dildo, some tubes of cream—and then a harness and another dildo, this one pink and average sized. It took me a moment to realize what is was: a strap on dildo so a woman could have a fake cock. "I use this to fuck my husand in the ass," she told me. I just goggled at her. "The harness," she explained, "not the dildo. Will you fuck me with it?" she asked. Her voice was a little bit softer and shyer. Lydia was almost embarrased to ask this favor of me. What could I do. "Yes, if that's what you want of me." She helped me into the harness. It had four straps and there was no way I would ever have figured it out on my own. There were straps around my thighs, one around my waist and one going from the socket at the front up between my ass cheeks. It was she put that last strap into place did I understand why she was so used to wearing thongs. The last part was to slip the pink dildo into the socket so I suddnely had a fake cock jutting out from my crotch, resting against my pubic bone. When I was ready Lydia got back on the bed, on her back, her tiny lace thong still in place, and smiled at me. "Ready?" she asked. I nodded nervously and joined her on the bed, crawling up from the foot, the dildo projecting out awkwardly. She slipped her hands behind her head and raised her knees slightly. I could see her swollen labia half-hidden under the lace; her panties were as soaked as mine. I hesitated, not knowing what to do, then screwed on my courage and crawled all the way up to her. Lydia moved her knees together and off to the side slightly. I reached for her hips, slipped my fingers under the side of her thong and eased them down over her hips. She smiled as I did so, then let her legs fall open exposing her waiting pussy. It was shaved and beautiful, but I couldn't see myself burying my face in it. I don't know why; I loved to have my pussy kissed and eaten, but I couldn't do it. Luckily I remembered the strap-on Lydia had buckled on my hips. It was strange, approaching her as a man would, but she was sexy and beautiful and that made it easier. As I reached her, she grabbed hold of the fake cock and eased it inside her cunt. "Careful now," she instructed me. "Let it get good and lubed up before you start pounding away at me." I"I giggled a tlittled at her, but slowly lowered myself into her, letting her juices makethe dildo all slippery. Our tits met and mashed together, which was a strange sensation, but nice too. I leaned in for a kiss just as our hips met. I don't understand how lesbians do it because the way two women are shaped doesn't exactly allow for the perfect meshing of bodies, but I managed. I pulled out a bit then slipped it back in, starting to pump into her like a man would. The motions were familiar and similar, although reveresed from what I was used to. After just a few thrusts I discovered something else. The harness of the strap-on dildo was specially designed for the straps and harness were working a way to stimulate my clit. "Oh," I moaned a little, surprised at the sensation. She grinned up at me in triumph. "Found my little secret, did you?" she grunted at me. "Yeah," I whispered into her ear. "Don't slow down," she hissed back. "Fuck me hard." That was the easy part. I started slamming into her as hard and fast as I could. She quivered and shook as I did until at last she cried out in pain. It sounded like pain to me, at least for a moment, then I realized she was cumming and I was able to let myself go and another wave of pleasure washed over me. Only then was I able to collapse onto her, breathing heavy, enjoying the slow recission of the orgasm. "That was good," she whispered into my ear, only then did I roll of her body. "This is crazy," I said. What was I doing? I wasn't a lesbian. I like men. Girls are beautiful and all, but... That's right I was doing this for my husband. I just fucked my husband's girlfriend. Shit. Time to start easing them back together. I turned to her, but before I could speak she kissed me lightly on the lips. "I don't want to break the mood, but you need to leave soon," Lydia said to me. "My husband will be home soon." This wasn't exactly what I was expecting her to say. "Okay, when do you want to get together again?" I asked her, trying to be seductive. She smiled at me. "As soon as possible." "This was wonderful, I think I'm going to start doing crazier things with my life," I declared to her. "Yeah?" she asked, half-interested. "Like what beyond fucking girls?" "How about a threesome?" I suggested. She laughed and started to push me out of bed. "Maybe some day. Now get dressed." Not knowing what else to do I started gathering up my clothes, but I couldn't find my panties. I stood up to ask Lydia if she had seen where they went and saw that she had slipped them on. "Looking for these?" she asked. They were a bit tight on her, but perfectly outlined her labia. I blushed, I don't know why, after all we had just done, but I did. "Yeah. Why are you wearing my panties?" She shrugged. "Because I wanted to. Makes me feel sexy and closer to you, a little bit naughty." "Take them off," I told her. "I need to wear them home." She shook her head. "Nope. I'm keeping them." This exasperated me. "Then what am I supposed to wear?" A sly smile crept across her face and she dangled her red thong from her fingers. "These are for you," she offered. On the way home I reflected that maybe, just maybe, thongs weren't so uncomfortable. I did feel sexy wearing Lydia's panties and knowing that she had mine on. The only wrinkle would be explaining them to Mike. That actually turned out to be the easy part. He wasn't home from work yet so I just stripped down and jumped in the shower. For some reason cleaning up after a roll in the sack with another woman seemed to make the whole thing a little bit sleazier. Mike and I had an open relationship; we didn't need to hide affairs from one another, but still there was something that I wanted to keep quiet about my relationship with Lydia for a little while longer. Besides, explaining another man's aftershave on my body would be easy enough; explaining Lydia's perfume would be tougher. His and Hers Affairs He found me in the kitchen making dinner. I'm not much of a cook, but when inspired I can compete even with the memories of 1950s housewives. I was wearing only my silk robe and Mike moves so silently that he made me jump when he slipped his arms around my waist. I nearly sliced off my finger in the middle of chopping veggies. "Geez you scared me!" "Sorry, I just couldn't resist you standing there in your robe, wet hair and nothing else." He started loosening the belt to the robe. "I'm busy," I told him as he kissed the back of my neck. "You haven't stared cooking yet, the stove's not on." He now had the robe off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. I'm glad that Lydia wasn't a hard player; she hadn't left any love bites or scratches on me. "But I'm trying to make dinner," I only half protested. "Your words say no, but your tone says yes," he said, as he worked the sleeves off my robe. He was right too, which was confirmed when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrored wall we have beneath the kitchen cabinets. There was pure ecstasy on my face. There was no way to fake that. "You look like you want to be fucked," he whispered in my ear, seeing me looking at myself. By now I was completely naked while Mike was still fully clothed. "Maybe you've already been fucked today?" he asked me archly. I suppose I did have the same expression on my face I usually have when I come home after another man has had his cock in my pussy, but tonight I could give a different, and truthful answer. "No, I haven't been fucked," I told him. To me, fucking would entail a cock, or at lease a dildo or vibrator up my pussy or ass, neither of those had occurred today. "But you're right. I think I want to." I tried to turn around so that I could get to him, pull out his cock and suck on it. I needed a man right now to prove to myself that I suddenly hadn't crossed the rainbow line and was now a lesbian, but he wouldn't let me. He held me tight, walked me over to the table and bent me forward, exposing my ass and pussy. "Going to be rough tonight?" I half-taunted him, letting him see my still inflamed and wet pussy. "Yes," he grunted tersely. Already his cock was out of his pants and rampant. Before I knew it he was inside me and thrusting away. It felt good. It felt right. He must have just pulled down his zipper and pulled out his cock because I could feel his pants pressing up against my ass. I tried to turn over so that he could admired my tits and body as he fucked me standing up, but he wouldn't let me. Mike went so far as to take my hands behind my back and held me down so I couldn't move. "I'm in charge," he declared, thrusting all the harder. My tits were pressed into the cool wooden surface of the table and it felt so good. He was the boss tonight and I was there for his pleasure. A moment later he came and filled up my pussy with his semen. It was hot and wonderful and that alone made me cum as well. Mike collapsed onto me and we rested that way a few minutes until his cock shrunk enough to easily slip out, only then did he stand up. "I need to clean up," I told him heading for the bathroom. He caught my hand. "No you don't. You've come home plenty of times with other men's cum in your pussy. You can make dinner and let mine stay there as well." "It won't stay in," I told him. Already I could feel the semen starting to weep out of me. "Doesn't matter," he said, tucking his cock back into his pants. "I just want to watch you cook naked anyway." He was getting stranger and kinkier the longer he was away from Lydia. I resolved to make dinner, even if I did drip all of his cum over the kitchen floor, and then tell him exactly what I had done during the afternoon. Later in bed when he dipped his fingers down into my pussy, he commented, "You're still wet," and kissed my neck. "There's a good reason for that," I sighed pleasantly. "Mmm?" if he had asked an actual question I might not have responded, but his vague response was enough of an opening for me to lead the conversation along.. "I fucked Lydia today." He froze, I'm not sure if it was in shock, plain surprise or perhaps he thought I was making a sick joke. "What do you mean?" was all he said after backing away a bit. His face was blank, perhaps a bit shocked even, but he was trying not to let it show. Since I already stunned him, I decided to go in for the kill. "I emailed her, talked with her, seduced her, took her to bed and fucked her." That was all true except the seduction part, but there was no reason for him to know she had seduced me. I think. "I can't understand why you stopped seeing her, she's fantastic in bed." He was dumbfounded. All he could manage to say to me was, "I didn't know you slept with women." "You don't remember the cheerleader in college, what's-her-face?" He nodded slowly. "I remember her. Mostly, we were pretty drunk. What was her name again?" "I don't know it doesn't matter. Why did you stop fucking her?" "The cheerleader?" I dope slapped him to bring Mike back to his senses. "No! Lydia!" "Oh, well, you start seeing a person for a long time and either you move on with the relationship or it ends." I glared at him. "That's such a load of crap. What self-help book did you read that in?" "Are you saying I'm lying?" he asked, trying to look innocent, a state that's hard for him to achieve when he still has two fingers in my pussy. "Yes." I yanked his fingers out of me and gently twisted his wrist. "Now tell me the truth." He opened his mouth to answer, hesitated a moment, tried to speak again, then cleared his throat before speaking. "I called her by your name when we were in bed," he finally admitted. I looked at him in disbelief, but the blush on his face told me he was still embarrassed by his faux pas. I couldn't help it: I burst out laughing at him. "It's not funny," he complained sulkily as I held my sides to control my laughter. "It is!" I gasped between chortles as I rolled around the bed. "And to think she fucked the woman her boyfriend was thinking about when he last fucked her." "I thought you said you fucked her?" The near-epileptic fit of laughter was mostly over. "Po-tay-toe. Po-tah-toe. There were lips and pussies and tits and lots of orgasms." I grinned at him. "And you weren't there to enjoy it." This made him angry, like I intended. "Why exactly were you fucking my ex-girlfriend?" he asked accusatorily. "To see if she was worth the effort," I half-joked. "What effort?" "The effort of getting you two back together." "That's not going to happen," he pouted. "Oh, it so is!" I insisted. "You've been moping around here ever since you two broke up because you can't tell the difference between a skinny blonde and a voluptuous brunette." "Okay, fine," he said dismissively. "What makes you think she's going to want to see me again. We had a huge argument the last time we saw each other, then sent some nasty emails, that was pretty much the end of it." I looked at him as if he didn't know who I was. "Because I know women. And men. And I know that Lydia has a three-way fantasy she wants fulfilled and thinks her husband wouldn't put up with her fucking around. I got in bed with another woman, dear husband, for you, so that you could make up with your girlfriend and things around here could go back to normal." His face softened. I call it his love look. "You really did all that planning for me? You had sex with another woman for me?" "Yes," I told him. "That and because she was beautiful and I discovered she was a great lay." He's so easy to shock. After I said that, his mouth moved, but no words came out. I sigh, half in frustration, half in amusement. "Now put your fingers back in my pussy and make love to me," I told him. "Haven't you gotten enough yet today?" he asked as he complied with my request, his nimble fingers finding the spot that makes my knees shake and my stomach flip-flop. "Not yet," I moaned. "The more I get the more I want." It seemed like it kept getting harder and harder. Each step was another half-truth and lie that needed explanation and a guilty admission. When my mother told me the pleasure of sex is its own punishment, I thought she was crazy. Only now was I beginning to understand what she meant. Lydia sent me three emails before I responded to her. This was where I would have to admit to her that not only was I married--which she knew--but I was married to her ex-boyfriend...and I wanted her to get back with him. And I was willing to help fulfill her fantasy to do just that. Of course, being the coward that I am, I couldn't just come out and admit that. I simply invited her over to my place for another session in bed. I failed to mention that we would be joined by Mike. He knew what was going to happen. We planned it together. It was a dream come true...but we couldn't figure out a way to tell Lydia beforehand without giving her the opportunity to say no. So we didn't give her the opportunity to say no. We met in an hotel bar and almost immediately went up to the room I had checked into earlier. For all that I wanted, Lydia would always be the more aggressive of us two. She was waiting at the bar for me wearing a tight black dress that left little to the imagination. I was pretty sure she didn't have anything on underneath; that would be a mystery soon revealed. The dress was practically backless, exposing a vast expanse of skin right down to the top curve of her buttocks. I greeted her with a light touch on her back. She turned and smiled at me. After a quick hello, she leaned in an kissed me, wrapping both her arms around my body, letting one hand trail down to my ass, not grabbing it, just brushing it softly to let everyone in the bar of her intentions. Not that it wasn't obvious to everyone near us what we had planned. Her tongue was halfway down my throat and our lips were locked together like we were long lost lovers. Or brand new ones. My panties were immediately soaked from her attentions. I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest, even through her dress and my silk blouse. She pressed her long leg up against me and couldn't help myself; I slowly humped my hips up and down against her thigh. It was heaven. We broke apart for a breath and I caught both the bartender and at least one male patron gawking at us. Inspired by Lydia's boldness, I looked the drunk in the eye and said, "Jealous?" Lydia and I laughed as we walked out of the bar and up to the hotel room. We held hands the entire way. If feeling like this was what lesbians felt like all the time, I would be willing to switch teams. Except I knew that I had a generously proportioned cock waiting for me. Inside the room I suddenly became a bit nervous. Not because I was going to bed with another woman, but for what I had planned for her. It seemed a bit underhanded, but then I realized it was all for the best. We resumed our kiss and slowly moved toward the bed. She practically threw me down on the bed and grinned at me in triumph. "I knew I'd get between your thighs again," she proclaimed. "So did I," I agreed. "Take off your dress," I ordered her. She complied, pulling the black dress over head and dropping it to the ground next to her. I was right. She hadn't been wearing a bra. Her rock hard cherry-red nipples stuck out proudly, showing me how turned on she was. She wasn't completely naked, though she had already kicked off her shoes. A wispy little black thong hid her quim from my view. "Ready?" she asked, approaching me. I scooted to the end of the bed and sat up so that I could kiss her soft belly. Sliding my hands up the backs her legs I discovered she wasn't wearing a thong, but actually a tiny g-string. It didn't matter. I pulled it down anyway and inhaled the musky fragrance wafting up from her pussy. The soft light revealed her labia was already moist with her juices. Dipping my head down I gave myself the tinniest taste of her. Heaven. "Don't tease," she moaned, pressing forward with her pelvis. I complied, pulling her bare pussy forward and burying my face into her sex. She moaned under the firm strokes of my tongue. She was insistent and her legs started trembling as her climax slowly built up. "Stop," she ordered. "No," I mumbled into her pussy. She didn't take my no for an answer and pushed me back down on the bed. Following quickly her legs straddled by head and I found her cunt now pressing down on my face. I was slightly smothered, but it would have been a wonderful way to die. My death wasn't necessary. I found her clit with my lips and sucked and nibbled and teased until it was suddenly too much for her. She screamed, her body shook uncontrollably as her pussy filled my mouth with her wonderful gushing fluids. In her moment of vulnerability I pusher her to the side and flipped our positions so that now I was on top. I straddled her chest and steeled myself for what was about to come. It was only now that I realized that I was still completely dressed. "Ready?" I asked her. She had no idea what I was asking but she readily agreed. "Yes. What are you going to do to me?" she asked between gasping breaths. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips then whispered in her ear,"Secret." From its hidden spot under the pillows I pulled out one of the restraints and quickly looped it around her wrist securing her right hand. "Oh!" she said, pleasantly surprised. "It's been a while since I've been tied up. I should have told you I like it this way." I smiled and said nothing, but took the other restraint and fastened down her left arm. "What do you have planned for me?" she asked. The answer came easily. "Nothing you'll like." "There isn't much I don't like," she replied as I started fastening down her legs. "Really?" I asked. "And I thought you were a big dyke who only liked to fuck women." "Ha!" she snorted. "I am married, don't forget." She waggled her left ring finger at me as I pulled the blindfold out of my bag. "Blindfolded as well?" she asked. "Isn't he just a beard?" I asked as I started fastening the blindfold around her head. "No. I like fucking men. I fucked a lot of men in my time." "Good, good," I said, running my hand down the side of her face. She was beautiful and I so wanted to fuck her. But first things first. "That's it, isn't it?" she asked, smiling. "You're going to watch as some man fucks me aren't you? You going to get off on that? What are you going to do when he's done? Something really vile?" I turned my back so I could ignore her. Pulling my cell phone out of my bag I dialed and said one word. "Ready." Then hung up. The knock came at the door a minute later. "I'm ready," Lydia giggled. "Shut up," I all but barked at her, "or I'll gag you as well." I half expected her to keep up the smart comments, but she didn't, she just settled back and smiled. Opening the door, I greeted him with, "Don't say a word." He nodded and handed me the camera. Why not record this? Actually that was all Mike's idea. Men. They have to do everything they can to see women naked, naked and fucking if at all possible. I had decided to indulge in this bit of kink for him. "Take off you clothes," I whispered to him. That was entirely unnecessary because he was already half-naked. Mike's eyes hadn't moved from Lydia's naked, bound body since he walked in. And when he was completely naked, I noted he was already erect. Perfect. "Fuck her," I ordered him. Mike didn't even look at me as he moved onto the bed and quickly penetrated Lydia's already sopping pussy, thanks to me. I was half-shocked watching my husband fuck my girlfriend. I hadn't seen anything like that in years. It was beautiful. Without missing a beat I raised the camera and started snapping pictures. Evidence in a future court trial or memories to be cherished when looking back on a misspent life? Lydia was moaning and groaning away as Mike slammed his cock in and out of her pussy. I'd seen plenty of porn before, but seeing it live was something else. I knew I wouldn't have a moment of regret for this. Though perhaps Lydia would. "Fuck you're good!" Lydia suddenly burst out. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She hadn't been that verbal before, previously she was just moans and groans, but now she was sounding more like a porn star. Maybe it was just something she did with men. "I want to touch you," she burst out. Her hands strained to reach toward Mike who was still up on his elbows pumping away. Mike had always been the silent type in bed, practically silent until he shot his load. "No," I ordered. "Just let him fuck you." I found I liked being in charge. She started bucking her hips up to meet Mike's thrusts. Lydia was almost out of control. I had never let myself go wild in bed as much as she had. I felt a pang of jealousy as I dropped my fingers down between my legs and started stroking my pussy. The only thing that would take the edge off was a nice little orgasm. Suddenly Lydia screamed and strained against her restraints like a woman possessed. Mike let out a strangled cry and I knew he was cumming. I had seen that look on his face and heard that cry so many times before. "Fuck," he breathed as he collapsed on top of her. Lydia did nothing. Her body shook slightly as they rested from their orgasms. A sheen of sweat covered their skin and Lydia moaned slightly as she came down from her high. I couldn't resist and worked my fingers rapidly along my clit. My own orgasm quickly washed over me as I finished as well. "Get off her," I ordered him. We hadn't planned beyond this point. I told Mike I wanted to watch him fuck her and cum inside her pussy, but after that we hadn't discussed anything. I decided I would be in charge from here on forward. He nodded and pulled himself up off the bed. Lydia moved slightly but was too exhausted from her own exertions to make even a feeble and useless attempt at stopping him. "No," she protested weakly. "Don't go." "Don't say a word," I told him as I looked at his semi-flaccid cock covered with his semen and her juices. With as much self-control as I could muster I forced myself not to reach out and either fondle him or take his cock into my mouth. I did have presence of mind enough to snap a few pictures of his nude body as he moved away from her and then took a few more of her pussy as it leaked their combined fluids. Mike was the perfect gentleman and said nothing. I pointed to his clothes and he got dressed as Lydia moaned slight. I swore that I saw a tiny tear trickle out of the corner of her eye as it mixed with the sweat that had beaded on her face. "Don't make him go," Lydia all but whined. "You're not in charge," I told her. "Leave," I ordered Mike. He looked confused for a moment, then I winked and nodded at him to let him know everything was okay. The door opened and closed. Lydia let out a gasping sigh when she knew he was gone. "Why?" she asked. "Why not?" I replied. "Sometimes you just need to live in the moment and enjoy the sexual thrill." "I've never fucked a complete stranger before," she admitted. "I don't count?" I asked. "I knew you," she snapped. "At least a little." "Mm-hmm," I hummed noncommittally. The temptation was too much to resist and a dipped my fingers between her legs, scooping up a bit of Mike's cum and her juices. She shivered a bit as I did so. Then I licked the flavors off my fingers and savored the thrill it danced on my tongue and down my throat. "Delicious," I announced stripping off my clothes. "What are you doing?" she asked, hearing me moving about. "Getting some pleasure," I said, mounting the bed and kneeling over her face. I looked down at her blindfolded visage as I lowered my pussy down, the thin trail of my pubes pointing downward to her lips until I made contact. His and Hers Affairs "Umm," she moaned and got her tongue working up into my cunt and tickling my clit. I leaned forward and lowered my face into her soppy, messy pussy. I feasted on the ambrosia she offered to me. It wasn't long before her cunt stopped producing the divine liquid. A little bit later her tongue wormed its way up to find my g-spot and I received yet another orgasm. We relaxed that way a few minutes before I got up off the bed and got dressed. "What are you doing now?" she asked me. "Getting dressed," I told her, making sure my clothes were straight and presentable to the public. "And leaving." "What!" Her face turned red and she was becoming visibly angry. I went to the bed and pulled down the mask. "Quit fooling around," she hissed at me. "I'm not," I told her innocently. She was stunned. I kissed her lightly on the lips. "Just another game," I said. Her face softened slightly. "But I'm still leaving," I told her. "Before I do, I'm going to give you a present." "What?" she asked eagerly, realizing this was just another game, another sexual tease. "Two presents, actually." I smiled. "Right before I leave I'm going to loosen one of your cuffs just a bit. I've practiced; it should take you about fifteen minutes to free yourself. If not...the maids will find you in the morning." She smiled but said, "You're evil." "Wicked, I think would be a better way to describe it." Her smile didn't fade. "What's the other present?" "Want to see a picture of the man who just fucked you?" I asked her, picking up the camera and turning on the LCD display on the back. "You know I do," she said, her smile broadening. "If you feel like getting together again, give me a call. Here's my number." I wrote it down on the pad of paper every hotel leaves on the nightstand. "Ready?" I asked her queuing up the picture of Mike as got up off her, his cock slick with her juices, half erect and pointing at her belly. "Yes," she cried eagerly. I showed her the picture. She was puzzled a moment, then a look of recognition washed over her face as she realized that it was Mike her had fucked her. She looked at me a moment, confused. I clicked to the next picture, one that had been taken a few weeks ago by a friend, one of me and Mike standing on our back deck, kissing. "Mike?" she asked. I raised up my left hand and waggled my ring finger at her, the one with my wedding band. "You mean my husband?" I asked her. Lydia's mouth dropped open, unable to understand exactly what had happened. I kissed her lightly on the cheek before saying goodbye and walked out the door. "You're a wicked woman," Mike said to me in bed later than night. "That's the second time I've been called wicked tonight," I told him. "It's true," he pointed out. "Maybe so, but sometimes a woman would appreciate a more noble compliment." He shook his head slightly in disbelief then asked, "Do you think she'll call?" "Of course she will," I told him, kissing him on the lips and going to sleep. It took a few days, but the middle of the week I got home and found Lydia's phone number on our caller ID. I listened to the message. "I was so angry and confused," she said, "when I realized you had tricked me. But then, I finally realized that when the two of you fucked me, it was the most wonderful night of my life." There was a long pause as she worked up the courage to speak again. "I was hoping we could all get together again." I smiled and saved the message so Mike could listen to it. I'd let him decide. His & Hers Hot Tub I pledge this one to my Lovely Wife who was inspired to make one of my fantasies come true. Or was it one of hers... Thanks, LM (Lake Mary)... HIS It was the middle of fall. A Saturday in November I will always remember. My wife and I have always talked about fantasies. I have many more than she does. I think her fantasy has always been me.. I booked a reservation at EHT Hot Tubbing. We usually book an hour, but today I booked an hour and a half in anticipation of something new to our normal adventure. I had to work taking inventory, so I told her to meet me at EHT around 5:00pm. Of course, I had already planned on being there around 4:30pm. This is where the adventure/excitement begins... One fantasy I've always had is a threesome. I've never limited my threesome fantasy to two girls and a guy. Of course I prefer the two girls and a guy, but I know my wife prefers it the other way. I've known Jeff for 17 years. Now Jeff is not your big, burly, muscular guy. In fact, Jeff is a little over weight. He loves my wife's looks; and I have to admit, she is hot, and I love when she gets "naked". I called Jeff and told him about my plans. I could tell he was stunned. I told him not to drool too much; it would ruin his cell phone. Jeff and I arrived at the EHT around 4:30pm. The guy at the front counter looked at us a little funny when I gave him my reservation time and asked if our hot tub was ready. He seemed at ease when I told him my wife would be joining us at 5:00pm. When we got to the room, Jeff and I undressed and jumped into the hot tub. I've known Jeff for 17 years, but I've never seen him naked. Most guys l know have a tendency to, nonchalantly, check out other guys "units". This was no exception. I know have a small cock, so it was no surprise that Jeff's was bigger. My wife always says size doesn't matter; but deep down, I wonder if she really means that. Most women prefer bigger cocks. I opened up the cooler I brought and cracked a couple of beers for us. We drank them and bullshit about the normal stuff, "What about those bears?", etc., etc. Even though we were talking sports, both of us were thinking about how the evening would go. At 5:00pm, I heard a knock on the door. The front desk guy said, "Your wife Mary is here, can you let her in please." I jumped out of the tub, unlocked the door, scurried back into the tub and said, "the doors unlocked hun, come on in." The door opened, and my wife walked in. The second she saw us she smiled. "JEFF!!" she said. "Cumming to join our little adventure tonight?" Now, I told my wife prior that I had a surprise for her, but I didn't tell her it was Jeff. Somehow, judging by the smile on her face, I could tell she knew. Jeff responded, "Yes I am.." My wife looked HOT. She wore my favorite black dress. It's skintight. It outlines her body perfectly, and she rarely wears underwear with this dress. I was hoping this would hold true. She laid a bag down she brought, along with an exercise mat. Concrete is hard on your ass, as we've previously found out. The cooler of beer was sitting near the hot tub. She walked over to the cooler, opened it, and pulled one out for herself. She was careful when binding over to grab a cold brew not to show us if she was wearing anything underneath her dress. After taking a few swigs of beer, she took off her shoes, and stepped into the hot tub a couple of steps. She sat down on the mat she had laid out. She took a couple more swigs and hiked her dress up about mid thigh. She slowly spread her legs so Jeff and I had a perfect shot of her pussy. You guessed it, NO PANTIES... Both Jeff and I were submerged in the hot bubbling water, but neither of us had to look at each other to tell our cocks we were hard as rocks. Now my wife prefers, at my request, to keep her bush full. She has a full, dark bush. I love when she pulls her hairy lips back and exposes her pink labia to me. I didn't know if Jeff liked big, hairy pussies, but the look on his face told me he was enjoying the view. There's something erotic about pulling a few pussy hairs from my teeth after I've given my wife a thorough tongue lasing. My wife sat in that position a couple of minutes. Jeff and I couldn't take our eyes off her bushy mound. After taking a couple more swigs of beer, my wife, being coy, said, "you both appear to see something like!!" Jeff once again responded, "YES we do!!" With that, my wife reached around to grab her duffle bag. She unzipped it and was fumbling inside for what felt like an eternity. Jeff and I just sat there with our eyes fixed on her pussy. When she turned back around, she was holding her favorite vibrator. With her eyes fixed on us, she opened her mouth and started licking and slowly fucking her mouth with it. That was all for me. With the heat of the water, and the heat she was providing, I hopped up out of the tub and sat on the edge. The water could no longer hold my excitement as my cock was sticking straight up in the air. The steam was coming off it and my body. My wife stopped licking her vibrator a few moments to say, "Niccceeee". Jeff didn't know what to do, so he just followed my lead. As my wife noticed Jeff's hardness, she again said, "Niccceeee". She set the vibrator down next to her. Then she stuck her middle finger in her mouth, moving it in and out like she was sucking our hard cocks. After a few thrusts, she puller her finger from her mouth, and stuck it in her pussy. She began finger fucking herself, looking straight at us saying, "I'm soooo wet..." She pulled her finger out of her wet pussy, and returned it to her mouth. Licking the nectar off her finger she said, "Ummm.. I taste good". She picked up her vibrator and turned it on. We both could hear the buzzing over the jets making bubbles in the hot tub. Again, coyly, she said, "Would you mind if I masturbate for you?" We didn't need to answer; she knew we wanted her too. My wife pulled her dress bottom up past her waste, which totally exposed her wet pussy to us. Her nipples were hard, you could see them sticking through the black material. She moved the vibrator to her wet box, and started buzzing herself. Her eyes closed momentarily, as she let out a soft moan, and said, "Oh yeah, that feels so good..." At first, she slowly moved it up and down along her clit. As she became more aroused, she occasionally pushed it into her wet hole and fucked herself with it. Jeff and I were mesmerized. Her moaning became more audible as she came closer to orgasm. She was lying on her back now, and was moving the plastic cock faster up and down her swollen clit. She then started pinching her nipples through her dress. She kept saying, "YEAH, YEAH". She lifted her head up to look at our rock hard cocks. She told us, "Stroke your cocks for me". Upon seeing that, she straightened her legs, stuck them in the air and said what we already knew, "NOW!! I'm going to cum right NOW!!" With that she laid her head back down and her whole body started shaking. The sweat was beading of Jeff and I. We both took a couple drinks of our now warm beer, as my wife lay there resting from her orgasm. I was the first to speak. "That was awesome, babe!!" Jeff said, "I'm sorry, but I had to stop rubbing my cock. One more stroke and I would have spewed in the tub." I walked over to my wife, helped her sit up, kissed her and pulled her dress over her head. She stood up so we both had a great view of her tits and pussy. She has great tits. She took a couple of steps, and sat down in the water. HERS As I sat in the hot, bubbling water, eyes closed resting from the incredible orgasm, I heard my husband, say, "Here, you look like you could use a cold drink". My clit was still throbbing from the vibrator doing its magic. I slowly opened my eyes, and reached out to grab the cold brew he was holding. He was right, I was thirsty. I hadn't eaten lunch and the beer gave me that unmistaken euphoric feeling. I started to giggle, and said, " Whew that was one good orgasm!! I need to relax my muscles a bit for the next round." Upon hearing that, Jeff and my husband both turned their heads towards me. I just smiled at them and winked. I finished off the cold brew, and noticed the steam filling the room. I knew the guys had to still be rock hard from the show I put on because neither had a chance to relieve the incredible pressure in their balls. I started to catch my second wind. I reached, through the bubbling water, and grabbed each of their manhood's. I was right, ROCK HARD.. Between the steam and the brew, I was getting horny again. I looked at my husband, squeezed his cock a couple of times, and said, "Shall we see what our guest has to offer?" He kissed my lips, and said, "Go for it!!" I turned to Jeff and said, "Why don't you sit out of the tub." It was obvious by the smile on his face he liked the idea. Jeff popped out of the water, and sat on the edge of the hot tub. His cock was nice and hard, and steam was rising from it. I looked over at my husband, winked at him, and then reached out and grabbed Jeff's meat. I slowly stroked Jeff's cock with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. A glance at his face told me he was enjoying my touch. He started to moan, "that feels sooo good" – it was evident he wasn't going to last long, so I decided to tease him a bit. Water doesn't make for very good lubrication, so I dipped my fingers in my wet pussy. My juices were already flowing. Pussy juice always makes good lube. After lubing my fingers, I resumed the slow stroking of his cock and massaging his balls. They were full and ready to explode. My husband told me it had been a while for Jeff. He was right. I asked Jeff, "Would you like to rub my tits??" He reached out and grabbed my tits. He started squeezing my nipples. The tingling sensation between my legs intensified with each squeeze. I knew that I would be cumming again real soon too. My hands were doing there magic on Jeff's cock. His breathing became heavier with each stroke. My husband sensed this. I was standing with my legs spread, stroking Jeff's cock. My husband came up behind me and stuck his hard cock between my legs. The warmth of his body felt good against my cool skin. What a sensation. Stroking Jeff's hard cock, and my husbands cock nestled between my legs, touching my wet pussy. I heard myself moan. Just then Jeff reached the pinnacle. He said, "I'm cumming Mary..." Boy did he. Not wanting to let his jism get in the hot water, as he was cumming, I pointed his cock towards his belly. The first stream shot up to the middle of his chest. He shot three more loads before he finished. After Jeff finished, I turned to my husband, who still had his cock between my legs, and said, "I need you to fuck me right now!!" With that, I moved toward the mat I had masturbated on earlier. It still had a wet spot from where I was vibrating myself. My husband asked if he could have a "snack" first. He knew the answer. With that, he proceeded to run his tongue up and down my, now, very lubricated lips. He loves licking my pussy, and I've never met anyone who can please me like he can. He started out slowly, but I was past the build-up. I told him to flick my clit fast. The point of his tongue did just that. It felt like my vibrator, but it was more direct. I glanced over at Jeff, and he was sitting down in the hot, bubbling water, exhausted from my hand job. He was staring at my husband flicking my clit. He had a great view. He could tell by my eyes that I was enjoying the treatment. Just then, my husband stopped flicking my clit, and buried his tongue in my wet hole. I let out a very audible moan. I told Jeff to come over and squeeze my tits for me. The minute he touched them, my husband pulled his tongue out of my pussy, and resumed his assault on my clit. I couldn't hold out. My husband new I was close. His eyes were fixated on my face. I looked at him eye-to-eye and said, "Babe, I'm cumming now!! I'm sure Jeff was still massaging my tits, but I couldn't even feel him. My husband let me calm down just a few seconds before he rammed his hard cock into me. He started pumping slow, then fast, then slow.. God I love the way he fucks me.. I looked at Jeff and said, "Do you like watching Brian fuck me??" Before Jeff could answer, my husband started moaning, "I c-c-can't h-hold out m-m-much longer." I forgot he hadn't had a chance to cum yet. I said, "it's okay babe, you can cum." With that, he did. He shot his load inside me. When he finished and pull his limp cock out of me, gobs of white cream flowed out of me onto the mat. Jeff still had his hands on my tits. His cock was hard again. I just squeezed and said. Save it for your next threesome... His and Hers in Costa Rica Part 1, His: Hydrotherapy I leave the locker room area, dry after my shower, and step into the spa area. Water, minty water, juices, fruit and bananas await in a small entryway to the right in this quiet corner of the Costa Rican resort where we are spending the week. There is a small shallow pool in the center of this area, with nest-like beds inside of what look like wicker bee hives positioned around the pool. She's in one of the nests, waiting for me. She stirs, smiles and stands to come out ... giving me a view of her body. The strong, lean killer legs leading up to a green bikini bottom and matching green bandeau top. She walks directly to me and kisses me — I love her greetings. Her suit has dangly stones hanging from the sides of the bottom and on the ties going around her neck. We know we're here for a relaxing spa, but we're both already thinking of fucking. I can see it in her face, and I know that's what I'm thinking. A mind will go where it wants. (Interjection from her: I love his swim trunks. There's no built in underwear in the thin sandy colored fabric, and the outline of his cock is obvious, showing me exactly what he's thinking.) The hot tub. We walk in and she immediately sits next to me, and places her hand down onto the outline of my cock that I already saw her eyeing earlier. Slowly and patiently ... working with her thumb and fingers to massage me. I look at her to let her know I'm paying attention to every touch she gives. She keeps going, hardening me. We're not the only ones in the spa. A few older women walk the hydrotherapy course, starting under the cold water blast, the water massage chairs. (She's massaging my dick through my jeans on the bus from the resort to the airport as I sit and write this, reading over my shoulder.) What's appropriate suddenly comes up as one of the women comes to the tub. We eye the massage chairs and walk over to them. She sits on one and I sit on the other. As she closes her eyes to absorb the moment, I watch her and see her tits perking in the cold water and her legs shining and wet. I keep watching as I complete the other cold water stations. She stays on the chair the whole time, eyes closed. "Want to go to the sauna?" I come over to ask her. "Yes, but I can't go for long. I get claustrophobic in hot enclosed spaces." "Alright. We'll make sure you're comfortable." The sauna is relieving — the dry heat soothing after the cold water. I brought in extra water bottles to rehydrate what we'll lose. The sauna's large — 3 tiers of benches along two walls. The door opens to the corner of the room, and it expands to your left as you come in, though you can hardly tell in the dark as your eyes adjust from the bright light outside to the relative dimness. I turn the sand hourglass for 15 minutes, and join her on the bench across from the door. Now I sit above her and massage her shoulders. She's still in the relaxed mood from the outside, and drinks her water and moans a little as I knead her back. Despite the size of the sauna, we're the only ones in here. She turns to me and whispers into my ear, "I noticed as we came in that the corner over there is practically invisible." She points to the benches farthest from the door. "Would you like to move?" We move to the corner and I sit next to her. She looks expectantly at me. That moment of anticipation. I place my hand on her clit through her bikini. She's sweating in the heat and breathing to match it. She reaches down and gently grabs my cock ... holds and caresses me through my trunks. I'm breathing a little heavily now too. I move to the top tier and she turns to me, and now reaches up my right shorts leg with her right hand, touching skin now. She fully turns her attention toward me, turning around and losing herself in the moment of touching me. (We're on the plane home now, and she's currently sitting on my left as I continue recording our adventure, massaging my dick surreptitiously through my jeans as I write.) My shorts are long, and I pull them up a bit give her more room. She's stroking me faster, huffing her breath. Touching me always turns her on, and I can imagine her clit and pussy getting wetter. It's not long, only a minute, until she pulls me past the edge of my shorts — and immediately into her mouth. I'm getting louder and touching and grabbing the wooden bench as if to hold on for the ride. There's a sound suddenly ... and the door swings open. We immediately scramble like guilty teenagers to return to appropriate 'sauna posture' sitting on the tier. "Hello, welcome to the sauna," I call out to the elderly woman who has just entered. The woman says, "Oh! I didn't even know you were over there. I can hardly see a thing in this dark." "Yes, we noticed that too." I see the dial. It's been 10 minutes for us in here. Next to me she makes an attempt at regular conversation, "Ah, my water must be hot by now in this heat..." as she drinks to replenish her natural lubrication. "Oh water! That's a good idea," the woman says. "There's a whole water station out by the fruit — go ahead and grab one for yourself, " I say, thinking I might buy us another minute of privacy. And sure enough it works. "Good idea! I'll be back," and she leaves. The door closes. She turns to me. She pushes up my shorts again and picks up just where she left off. Twirling her tongue around the front half of my cock, holding me. Oh god. And my thinking is even swirly in the dark sauna with her. She's licking slowly, then quickly, softly, and with all of the attention she has. She is 100% with my cock and her body. She sits back, pushes my shorts up farther, and makes a discovery — my whole cock can go out the bottom of my trunks. She quickly moves closer. My cock is still pressed off to the right by my trunks and she hugs my right leg as she sucks on me. Driving me wild. The woman should be back, but she still isn't. The 15 minute hourglass is empty. She is sucking my dick in a hot wooden sauna. Faster now — she's raising the intensity. I look down at the scene and wonder at what an amazing life I've found myself in. She is starting to arch up in anticipation as I harden even more. I flush and extend up. I'm arching and trying to dampen my sounds. "Mmm, mmm, mmm, oooh," she's calling and humming at me. I come at last and grip her shoulders as my orgasm rocks me. Breathe in and soundlessly gasp and twitch as she keeps holding me with her mouth around me. Getting every last drop from me. "Oh my god. We just did that here," she says. She's already touching herself from being so turned on. Can't help but stroke her pleasure and swollen clit. I tuck my trunks down and come to her tier and place my hand on her leg, kissing her passionately. All the slick sweat i snow present and she slides under my hand. I probe with my tongue for the taste of cum and can't find any. She always does eat fast. She's still touching herself when the woman returns, but stops abruptly and sits up, even though we both know the woman can't see us. (Stroking me through my pants isn't enough anymore, and we take a break from writing here. More on that in part 2!) "Welcome back." "Thanks — wow! I can't see a thing." "Our time is up here. I'll start the hourglass for you. It'll last 15 minutes," I say, knowing that her 15 minutes couldn't possibly be as amazing as mine were. Part 2, Hers: We Join the Mile High Club Sitting on the bus from the resort to the airport in Costa Rica, I turn to him and, grinning, ask him to tell me the highlights of the week for him. "Under the stars on the beach. For sure. Maybe also the bathroom by the pool. God... it's making me hard just thinking about it." The last statement makes me immediately start to get wet myself, and I feel a damp patch beginning in my underwear. We talk more about the week at the resort, and then I pull out the green notebook. I begin writing about the first night, finishing an entry I began earlier in the week, while he fills in our schedule of what we did each day of the week. There are a LOT of stars on the schedule, the symbol we devised for marking times when we had sex. I finish the entry and ask him which other encounter he thinks bears recording in greater detail. "Ooh! The tub — during the day." I start writing, checking in with him about the details, and I can tell by the way he's shifting his pants that he is getting more turned on. Once I'm finished, I pass the notebook to him so that he can write the sauna story, thus freeing up my hands. Which is good, because I REALLY want to touch him. We pull his sweatshirt into his lap under the notebook, and I begin stroking his already hard cock through his jeans, enjoying the sudden inhalations that mark moments of particular pleasure. Both of us trying not to alert the other passengers of the bus as to what is actually happening in our seats. The whole scenario is super sexy, with me touching him and occasionally reminding him of parts of our sauna encounter as he writes. The bus ride is over before we know it, and we have arrived at the airport. In the airport we take a break from the sexy shenanigans to check bags, go through security, and do some Chanukah and Christmas shopping. I love wandering a bit away from him as we shop and then just watching him. There is something about the way he moves his long lean body that drives me wild without him having to even be near me. Then it's time to board, and we are both already excited for the flight. You see, last night by the pool we played 'Never Have I Ever', and the topic of the Mile High Club came up. One of the other members of the group playing the game had done it, and I had watched Him light up and avidly inquire as to how to go about it. So we both know it is going to happen. First we have to get through take off and ascent, however. I get out the notebook and pass it to him, put the sweatshirt on his lap, and continue stroking his hard cock. I can't wait though, and unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper, pushing my hand into his pants and stroking him through the thin fabric of his boxers. He has been hard for so long now that he has accumulated an impressive amount of precut, and as I slide my hand under his boxers and move my thumb down from the tip to the base of his cock it is slick with his moisture. I almost gasp out loud as I feel myself getting even wetter in response. Finally the fasten seatbelt light goes off, but I'm not convinced now that it will work. It is daytime and the cabin of the plane is well lit, and many people are awake. Plus, the flight attendants are hanging out right next to the bathrooms, and there's no way they won't notice us going in together. "Maybe we should wait for the second flight, when it'll be dark?" I suggest. "No, it's perfect — look." I turn and see that the flight attendants have both left the back and are heading our way with the drink cart. "And it'll be at least an hour before everyone is getting up to go to the bathroom," he says. I don't need to be told twice. The pulsing need in my clit is enough motivation. I get up out of my seat and head to the back, not waiting to see if he is following me. Both bathrooms are available, so I choose the one on the left, go in, and lock the door. After what seems like too long, there is a knock on the door. I quickly open the door and pull him in, locking it behind him. I pull down my pants at the same time that he does the same, revealing his gloriously hard cock, dark and swollen and just waiting to plunge into me. God! I am so excited! I turn toward the mirror, reach down to spread the wetness a bit, and then he is in me, pounding me with the urgency of long hours of pent up need. We are both watching in the mirror, enjoying the view. Almost as soon as he is in me I can feel my pussy clenching in pleasure. We both revel in the need for speed, scared of getting caught if we take too long, and push to a climax in just a few minutes. After we've come, he stays inside me a few moments longer, almost shaking with the intensity of it. As we clean up and pull up our pants, I turn to him. "Welcome to the club," I say with a grin. He smiles back. "Welcome to the club." His Angel Douglas pulled off the main highway and found a cozy place to park his eighteen-wheeler. It had been another long boring day, and he was not ready to turn in and say goodnight yet. After getting every thing ready, he sat at his computer and logged on, checked his e-mail, then went surfing. Douglas is around the age of 50. He works as a truck driver. He doesn't have a happy marriage, nor, does he have the typical male type job. He is not contented with a routine 9 to 5 job. He loves driving a rig, except for the long, lonely nights. His life resembles a roller coaster. No matter what he does to make things better, it feels like someone is out to make sure his life is a living hell, twenty-four seven. He closed his eyes, letting his mind travel twenty years back in time. He was so happy then. As the image of Pamela came into view, she was the first woman he had ever loved totally, unconditionally. They had made plans to spend eternity together, until someone took her away from him forever. Somehow, he could never recapture that essence. With tears in his eyes, he brought down his fist against the dashboard, "Oh-god, why?" Unable to sleep, he just sat there, clicking through his favorite sites. His eyes seemed drawn to an erotic story site. After scanning the list of new stories, he found one by a new author her name was Kandie. He began reading. "Hot-dam she's good!" Her words pulled him into the story, as if he was one of the characters. He grinned then readjusted his pants. Not only did his mind love it, his cock was rock hard! He left her an e-mail feedback, giving her a few hints. He also hoped that she was the kind of writer, who took constructive criticism. He did not expect to hear back from her, because less than two percent of those he writes, reply. The next morning, he was amazed to find a thank-you note from her, in his e-mail box. She stated that her real name was Amanda. The message went on to say, that she would be very interested in his opinion. She was a novice writer and had lost her editor. She also attached a hot sexy picture of herself. He sent her a sexy response. Soon their relationship went from editor, to friend, and then to online lover. He is still not sure what really happened, but here they were having an online relationship. It was better then most real ones. When she sent him that provocative picture wow, he fell in love, head over heels. She was not only talented, but also gorgeous! One catch, she was married. When asked if she was happy, she always replied, yes. Then she informed him she loved to cyber and chat online. "Bummer, adding that he was not into breaking up homes, or stealing lonely housewives. But if she would allow them to cyber, the online love affair would be satisfactory. Well, maybe, because his mind was screaming at him," That's what you think!" Through their many chats, he learned that her heart was breaking. Her so-called happy marriage was not stable. Many nights, he listened as she let go of all the pain. It was then that Douglas told her, he wanted to be more then just a friend. He was falling in love with her. Spring was just around the corner. The cold winds of winter were blowing across the plains, holding it within its snowy grasp, one last time. Douglas happened to get the run that he wanted, right close to her place. In addition, he had the whole weekend off. Man, what a lucky break this was. Maybe, she will even meet me. "OH GOD, I hope she will." He sent her an e-mail about the details. He wanted to be able to hold her, for real, instead of just in his dreams. He just could not wait for her email reply, so he picked up the phone and called her. "Hey doll, what do you have in mind to do for Valentine's Day?" "Not much, just watch television, surf the net and just relax. I really do not have any reason to be celebrating Valentine's Day. Why?" "Well I am coming down your way and I thought we could meet." There was a long pause, "Now that is the best thing I have heard all week. Sis has been bugging me to get out of this house, so now's my chance." "Great, where can we meet?" "Well there is a mall close to the house, and Sis can drop me off there. The stores are open all night, so it will be safe for us to meet there." She then told him the name of the mall and gave him directions. "Ok well, I know where that is. I should be there around 7 pm. Friday." "Ok, see you Friday." The day arrived, and he felt like a teen again, on his first date. How will I act? What will I say? Will she be as sweet and sexy as she sounds? Oh God here she is. What do I do now? She came into his arms like one who had always been there. They kissed for the first time, he felt an electric shock run from his lips, straight to his cock. He was speechless. He mumbled something to her sister, who had brought her to the meeting place, then whisked her off into his truck. He then went around the back of the building, looking for a place to turn around. However, then she came close, and touched him. He could not take anymore. He had to have her right then and there. To hell with anyone that might see them. He parked the truck. He took her into his arms. They kissed over and over again, ending up in the sleeper. His mind was reeling. "How did I get undressed? How did she get naked? Oh My God, she's a raving beauty. Is she really here? Will I really be able to hold her? Will she really allow me to make love to her? Can she possibly know that I wasn't just spouting words when I said, I love you?" Her kisses, burning with desire and passion went clear to his soul. Her body looked like a Goddess lying there. She was waiting for him to come to her, wanting him to make love to her. Where are all the plans, he made for this meeting go? What happened to all the things, I wanted to do before we made love? He had to feel her arms around him. To feel her soft velvet vise of her womanhood as he thrust deep into her. He had to have her now. He could not wait another second, to make her his. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she came into his arms. He still wanted to make this union of their bodies' special for her. He wanted to hold back, to prolong their lovemaking on that first time. However, there was no way he could hold anything back from her. Not even this. "Amanda, I Love you," he cried as he shot his load deep inside her pussy. "Now what have I done? I guess I have just ruined the whole damn weekend for her. Now she's gonna think, that all I wanted was her body. Why do I always have to be so freaking impatient. I just could not wait could I? I just had to fuck this wonderful, beautiful creature. What's wrong with me? I can't even follow a simple plan to make her feel good without fucking it all up. Now, what's she going to think? Will she want to leave and go home? Will she just go on, and slap the shit out of me, like I deserve?" Then, he heard the most beautiful words in the world. "Douglas, I love you". His heart came into his throat. He wanted to jump for joy, to do handsprings. Mostly, though, he just wanted to hold her close, and never, ever let her go. Three more times, they made sweet passionate love that night. Three more trips to Heaven. When he awoke on Saturday, he just couldn't believe that she was there. Holding him, loving him, and wanting him. Again, before breakfast, they pleasured each other. When she took his cock deep into her throat, he thought he would just die right there. This was like nothing he had ever experienced before. With pleasure so intense, it was almost like pain. He knew that he couldn't live without her. He wanted her to be with him as he traveled the highways. With him, when he stopped at night in some lonely rest area, on an even lonelier interstate highway. He wanted to have her next to him, when he went into a truck stop for his dinner. He looked into her soft green eyes. "Amanda, I love you!" He drew her into his arms and kissed her again. This time with all the passion, he had within him. In the back of his mind, he wondered how he could have found someone so beautiful. To him, she was an angel—no—"His Angel" more precious, then priceless gemstones or the purest gold. She fit within his arms like a tailored leather glove. He did not care what tomorrow would bring, because she was his until the end of time. He ran his finger down her spine and felt a tingle of electricity, going from his fingertips straight to his cock. He softly laid her down, and with wet butterfly, kisses followed the trail left by his fingers. "Oh Douglas, I love you," as she felt his hands caressing her. She thought back to the first time they met online. When she asked for a picture of him, at first he hesitated. She told him, that she just wanted to match the face with a name. He sent her one with the caption; "Beware the following maybe hazardous to your health!" When she looked into those blue eyes, she felt drawn to him like metal to a magnet. In the back of her head, she wondered how a picture could do all that. At first dismissed it, saying she was just horny, as usual. However, when he called her, his voice, went straight through her to the center of her womanhood. She wondered if he could heart the beating of her heart. She wanted to follow the phone line to him and scream, "Take me I am yours!" Was she just her usual hot and horny self-playing online to meet the hunger between her legs? On the other hand, was she beginning to feel the affects of a neglected wife after five years of marriage? She did not care. All she wanted to do was snuggle deep within his arms. When she was reading his e-mail the next day, he asked her a question. "Amanda, was that a dream I had last night, or was it real!" "If I am dreaming, then I don't ever want to wake up. Whoever wakes me up better wish they had not," she replied. She was not even sure what brought the two of them together. Now, this was a weekend in paradise. Douglas was all she wanted! Part two: That night she lay there watching him sleeping. Damn-it girl, what's wrong with you? You're acting like a teenager, who was throwing caution to the wind. This was not like her at all. She always took her time to find out about a man, before letting them come near her. "Oh-my-god, you went after Douglas as if you have not been fucked in ages. Oh-god what did he think of her now?" "I bet he is thinking wow-oh-boy is she easy! How, could such well thought out plans, go amuck? She let the tears flow. "How, can I be so selfish? I have ruined everything!" She fell asleep nested within his strong arms. When she awoke, he was holding her close. "Well hello doll, did you sleep well?" He kissed her. Then he told her, she would not be allowed to think about any of her problems that whole weekend. She was to let her hair down, and have some fun for a change. Her problems would still be there on Monday. "I don't know why, but I love you!" He went on to say he was not quite certain what that really meant. No matter what happened he would love her and always be her friend. He pulled his angel closer. Then, he raised her chin, and began kissing her tear stained checks, her sweet button nose, and her irresistible lips. She wrapped her arms about his neck, pulling him closer. God, it felt like heaven being in her arms. "Douglas, this is where I belong, right here in your arms. See, here's my name right here on your chest." With her fingers, she spelled out her name and it tingled clear down to his toes. "I know doll. This is where I want you. I just don't want you to hurt Bryan. He is a good man." "Yeah, you're right. Bryan is a good man. He just does not know anything about women. He wants to be mothered. I refuse to raise another child. My kids are grown and I want to have fun now." "I know, Amanda. If Bryan is not careful he is going to loose a great woman and a sexy lover." He drew her close and kissed her deeply. Then he sucked in one of her nipples, feeling it swell under his lips. Then he bit it, gently at first then harder, giving both nipples equal attention. He felt her arch her back, as she pulled his head closer to her bosom. Her sexy voiced urged him on. He slid his finger between the wet folds of her pussy. He knew he was one touch from heaven. His fingers found her swollen clit and he encircled it with his thumb. His two fingers slid in and out of her vagina. She began moaning and moving her hips wildly. Slowly he drove her over the edge, into another earth-shattering climax. He felt her fingers caressing his cock. Oh god, she could play with his cock all day if she wanted to. Damn, it felt so good! He was about to ask her to suck his cock again, when she sat up and placed her lips around his member and deep throated him. He yelled, "Oh Fuck, Amanda what are you doing to me? I think I'm loosing my mind, don't stop now, suck me off!" She continued sucking him deep as her other hand squeezed and massaged his balls. One thing Amanda loved was sucking cock. In her mind, it was no fun unless you swallowed! She continued until she had drained every drop from him. She lay back licking her lips as she snuggled up in his arms. "I can't take anymore, woman! I'm all fucked out!" "For today you are! But we still have Sunday!" He smirked and said, "Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?" In the back of his head, Douglas told himself that Bryan must be a crazy fool for not loving and treating Amanda like the one she deserved. He pulled her close and said, "Doll, it is time, we get some sleep. That's if this damn back will let me!" She felt him tossing and turning, reached over, and placed her arms around him. When she ran her fingers down his back, he trembled and winced. She knew his back was hurting. She kissed his shoulder. "Ok, roll over on your stomach. It's time you received one of my famous massages. Your back feels tighter than a rubber band." He rolled over. When he felt her fingers caressing him, mumbled, "Oh god, don't stop! Let your fingers do the walking they feel wonderful!" She gently rubbed his neck, then she worked her way down to his ass and slowly back up several times. God, he was so tense you could bounce a quarter of his back and get change. She worked her way downward once more this times her fingers firmly working each muscle and pressure point. Soon she felt his muscles relax and watched him drift off to sleep Douglas was asleep, or at least he thought he was. He was standing in this beautiful peaceful meadow. It looked as if God sprinkled the ground with every color of the rainbow. As if, God made it just for his eyes. The sky was the brightest blue he'd ever seen, scattered with white clouds. One could not ask, for a more gorgeous day. He wondered for a moment. "Why am I here?" The angel flew so close to the ground. He felt the essence of angel dust brushing over his cheeks. When he looked up, he wondered how that beautiful creature could find him, in the midst of all the thousands of people on the earth. Was she observing the wonderful creations of God, or helping little children find their way? Or was she searching for love in this hate-filled world of ours? He had never seen the same angel before. She had been watching over him, as he drove his eighteen-wheeler down the road, one stormy winter day. The snow packed icy pathway made driving hard, he could have very well lost his way. When it seemed he could not tell where the road should be, she whispered, "I shall guide you." She then guided him through the winding turns and along slippery surfaces, until the storm had passed and he saw the sunrise of another day. The angel also held his hand, when he went to see his sick dad one day. When he looked into his dad's face, he wondered if he would be with him for another day. He trembled at the thought of loosing him. He felt the angel's presence surround him. "I have been with you this far, doesn't let your faith waver. When you could not go on, I carried you the rest of the way." This same angel was with him, the night he cried in loneliness and despair. She wiped the tears from his eyes. It made him wonder, if true love would again come his way. With her soft touch, she reached within his heart and calmed his fears. "Your love is out there, she's just a breath away." When tomorrow came, the angel guided his footsteps. Then she introduced him to someone who astounded him. She took Amanda's hand and placed it in his. When they touched and his fingers enclosed hers, he felt his heart skip a beat, as it passionately intertwined with hers. He tilted his head, so he could look into her soft green eyes. The angel pulled each of them closer. He placed his lips on hers and kissed her softly. The angel whispered, "Douglas, this Angel before you, is here to stay!" Her tears awoke him when they fell against his chest. He looked into her face, pulled her chin up to his. "OH Angel, what's wrong?" "I don't want to go home, Douglas, ever! I am for the first time in my life in love. I cannot bear to leave you!" Part Three: Amanda curled up again in Douglas's arms. She wanted to push the world away and began to cry once more. He raised her chin, kissed her softly on the lips. "Honey, you and I both know there is Bryan to consider. You two have five years together and there is something between you, or you would not of been together this long. You need to talk to him, seriously now, you owe him that much." "You're right! Oh god, how can life be so complicated!" As she methodically went through the motions of getting dressed, she again wondered what in the hell just happened to her. Was the feeling she having just lust of a sex starved homemaker? Or was it love? The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her feelings for him were more then just lust. Lust does not make you want to cuddle and talk for hours on end. He pulled into the parking area of the mall. She thought the dam would burst and she would float out of the truck on a blanket of tears. However, she had known in her heart that she had to be sensible. She looked into his eyes, "Hell, why does this have to be goodbye? I know in my heart that we'll meet again." He held her close and kissed her hard, then pinched her ass. "That's a big 10-4 doll. I love you!" She watched his rig drive out of sight. Wishing she was still with him. Then she walked toward the store to look for her sister, who was picking her up. She found her near the vending machines, drinking a soda and reading the newspaper. "Hi Sis, how long have you been sitting here? " Her sister saw that Amanda was beaming from ear to ear. "Oh not long, did you have a good time honey?" "I will tell you all about it on the drive home." As her sister drove to her home, Amanda chattered as if a love struck teen. When she stopped talking and glanced at her sister, she had that, girl you have gone loco look in her eyes. When they got home, her sister brewed some coffee. Then Amanda began to give her all the juicy details of her sexual encounter with Douglas. She was sure that she loved him. Her sister looked at her sternly. "Amanda, how can you know that? You've just met the guy. Honey, stop and think things through will you. You have not even taken the time to get over Bryan. Here you go, plunging off the cliff once more. I think you need to steer completely free of men for at least a month. If this is love, what's the hurry?" She thought of her sister's works all night. Damn-it, has she done it once more? You ran from one crappy situation into the arms of a man, without seeing what lay ahead. You also did not take care of your broken heart. She wondered if it was really lust. "Oh no," she concluded. No man had ever touched her like that and made a spark go clear to her soul. No--one--it was love! His Angel "Master," I whisper to myself as I lay out my clothes. A fitted halter top with a zip down the front, a short black swing skirt and black high heels. My new lingerie next; black strapless corset and lacy thong, with matching thigh high stockings. I smile at myself in the bathroom mirror as I undress and step into the scented water, hot enough to make my skin redden slightly. I sink down and allow the water to fan my hair out around my head, then sit up eager to begin my preparations. Beginning with my shoulder length blonde hair, lathering it with soap before applying conditioner to give it a lustrous shine. I wish to be perfect for my Master. My face is next, a warm washcloth and some vanilla soap seem to soothe my tension away. I gently run the cloth down my neck and over my breasts, cupping each to feel the warm weight in my hand. I soap slowly down to my pussy, lifting my hips as the roughness of the cloth begins to arouse me. I reach for the shaving cream and apply it, it foams over me so cool and light. Lifting a leg over the side of the bath I begin at the back and slowly stroke the razor forward ending at my now tingling clit. When I satisfy myself that my pussy is smooth, running my fingers along my slit, I neatly trim the remaining hair on my mound into a tidy triangle. After I rinse the cream off I reach for a small mirror to admire the results. My freshly shaved pussy lips pout back at me, juicy and plump with desire. I stroke them gently and slip a naughty finger slightly inside then bring it to my lips, tasting myself, so sweet and salty. With an awareness of time I quickly but thoroughly cleanse the rest of my body and stand up to rinse under a cool shower. The colder water running over my nipples makes me tremble, and I bring the shower head down to tickle my clit with the spray. It feels so amazingly tingly that I linger for a moment, then reluctantly shut off the water and dry myself. The rough texture of the towel teases my skin. I then inspect myself in the mirror raising my arms to see my large breasts lift, cupping them gently and rolling the tender nipples between my fingers. I turn my back to the mirror and, looking over my shoulder, slap my ass. It jiggles a little and turns an indignant shade of red. I smile, imagining what Master and the rest of the evening have in store for it. The ticking of the clock brings me out of my erotic trance, and I turn from the mirror, walking to the bed where my clothes are laid out. I step into the thong and slide it up my legs until it nestles pleasantly between my cheeks, the lacy front tickling my protruding clit. I sit on the bed and roll on my stockings, smoothing them gently as I think of my master's touch. I slip into the corset, arranging it just right over my breasts, then take a deep breath and quickly, viciously yank the strings tight. This makes my breasts quiver and bulge appealingly as the corset compresses my chest, causing a small jolt of pleasure as my hard nipples are squeezed. Tying off the ribbons into pretty bows, I quickly cover it with the halter top, zipping up the front over my straining breasts. I finish dressing with the short skirt, barely long enough to cover my bare ass cheeks, and the high heels which make my legs look long and sexy. Back in front of the mirror, I decide on a simple bun for my hair, giving me an innocent look which I hope Master will enjoy. I apply just a little makeup, knowing it will soon be worn and smudged. Now I am ready to await Master. I kneel by the door, arranging my body into a worshipful and submissive pose, and close my eyes to wait. I summon Master's face in my mind and gaze upon it with love. As I look into his well remembered eyes my breathing slows and I relax. This is almost like meditating except for the growing feeling of heat in my pussy. I am aware of the silence in the room and the gentle pressure of my knees on the carpet. I feel totally devoted and at peace as I wait. Some time later my heart jumps as I hear his footsteps, then the door opening, and his shoes and trousered legs come into my sight. I stay perfectly still. "Good evening angel." His words wash over me. "Welcome Master." His feet stop in front of me and he lays one hand on my head while the other is held out in invitation. "Rise my angel." The words thrill through me as I take his hand and he gently raises me, cupping my chin to bring my eyes and lips to his. I eagerly return his gentle kiss and lay my head upon his shoulder, breathing in his scent. He holds me close in his strong arms for several minutes while my pounding heart slows, then pulls away to inspect me. I feel his gaze as it travels from my face down over my protruding breasts and sucked in waist, over my tiny skirt and down my long legs to my shoes. I feel breathless as he smiles back up to my eyes. "Angel, you look just perfect, good enough to eat." He pulls me close again bending his head to my neck, licking and sucking, making me gasp. Suddenly he bites me passionately and I arch my body up into the pain, giving myself to his hungry mouth. His arms are around me now, holding me possessively as his hands slide down to my ass to grasp it hard, pulling and grinding me into his hardening cock. His fingers slide under my skirt and caress my bare asscheeks then forward along the line of my thong as he continues to savage my neck. Suddenly he pulls back in mock surprise. "Well it appears my angel is really a horny little slut down there. Why are you so wet, angel?" His eyes challenge me and I look down, away from his gaze, blushing. "Look at me and explain yourself." I look up and see in his face that he wants to make me say these dirty things myself. "Master, this horny slut has been wet all evening thinking of you." He nods but remains silent. "Master I can't help it, I think of your hands on me and your cock inside me and my pussy gets so juicy and wet." He smiles and strokes my hair. "I'm glad you are so honest with me angel, as a reward you may remove my pants." I kneel down in front of him and go to work on his belt, hands clumsy with lust. I undo his fly and his cock springs free, huge, hard and purple. He sits in a chair and I carefully remove his shoes and slide off his pants. I look up at my Master and gently kiss his foot, moving my lips up leaving a trail of kisses up his ankle and calf. He sighs and strokes my hair. I gently nibble the back of his knee and he begins to moan as my hair brushes his inner thigh. I get closer to my prize, with my face almost touching his balls when his hand tightens roughly in my hair and my head is yanked back to look up at him. "Did I say you could touch my cock slut?" "No Master," I say softly, licking my lips with his private scent in my nostrils. "Turn around and bend over my knee with your hands on the floor." "Yes Master," as I obey with a quiver of anticipation. He lifts my skirt and Smack! his hand comes down hard on my upturned bottom. I gasp at the sudden pain. Smack! again and tears start in my eyes. Smack then a pause and he gently rubs my throbbing ass, soothing it. Smack! Then he traces his fingers down my thong and I feel him pull it downwards. Smack! as it's at my knees and Smack! again as he works it over my feet. He gently strokes me again and lifts my sopping underwear to to his face. "Mmm you're enjoying this aren't you my little slut?" I moan in assent as his finger is rubbing lower, distracting me. He brings my thong to my lips and makes me taste it as his finger slips into my wetness. He gently strokes the edge of my pussy lips as I moan into my underwear. Smack! the pain flares more intensely on my already sore ass. Smack! once more then he lifts my upper body and turns me to face him. "Now my little slut, have you learned your manners yet? Is there something you wished to ask permission for?" "Yes Master," I mumble around the thong hanging from my lips. He smiles and draws it out of my mouth. "You may ask my angel." I look into his eyes with a lustful gaze. "Please Master, please may I have the honor of sucking your cock?" "That wasnt so hard now was it?" I nod. "You may" "Thank you Master." I lick my lips eagerly and lower my head, once again kissing his thighs as I place my hand around his thick shaft. Letting saliva pool in my mouth, I moisten my tongue and tentatively lick the end of his throbbing cock, tasting the exquisite saltiness of his precum for the first time. I swirl my tongue around and over his purple throbbing head and gently take it in my mouth. He sighs and places his hand on the back of my neck. I slide my mouth down feeling his hardness fill me and begin to press into my throat. Back up for air and a quick glance at his face then down further than before. My hands come up to grasp his hips as I push his large head past the resistance in my throat, and he helps with increasing pressure from his hand on my head. My pussy is throbbing and I feel wetness seeping down my thigh at the pleasure and pain in my throat. I push down hard and Master's hands encourage me to forces the last inch in till my lips touch his balls. I pause in wonder and excitement at being impaled on his giant cock, hardly believing can fit it all inside me. I finally have to pull back for a breath then slide down all the way again. Master groans and twines his fingers in my hair, beginning to slowly fuck my face. My pussy twitches and my nipples throb as I surrender and enjoy the feeling of being used for his pleasure. I gasp for air when he allows it, sometimes pulling out and slapping my face with his cock while I pull in gulps of air. Then he forces it into my mouth again, down my throat so deep that tears stream from my eyes to mix with the spit leaking from my abused mouth. He speeds up and thrusts harder, stiffening, sending the first shot of his precious cum down my throat. He pulls back a little so I can taste the second spurt on my tongue. My mouth is overflowing so he pulls out and shoots the rest on my face. I swallow greedily and rest my head on his thigh, looking up at him with love as I clean my lips with my tongue. He smiles back and rests his arm around my shoulders, sinking into his chair with a sigh. "Thank you Master." I whisper. A few minutes pass as we both catch our breath then he sighs and releases me. "Go clean up angel then return and strip for me." I climb to my feet and make my way to the bathroom, where I wipe the last of his cum from my face and the top of my breasts. I wash my face with a warm cloth, feeling refreshed and still excited. Then I return to find him lying on the bed now completely naked. "Come over here and take off your clothes." His words roll over me making me shiver in delight. I stand next to the bed and slowly unzip my shirt, loosening the corset with a sigh and slipping it off. With my eyes on his still I step out of the skirt and sit on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes. He reaches out and pulls me to him so I lay with him curled around behind me. His hands undo my now messy hair and run through it. He nuzzles the back of my neck and sighs, putting his arms around me and gently stroking my breasts. I nestle back into him feeling his hardening cock fit nicely between my ass cheeks. As he kisses my neck and plays with my nipples I relax feeling warm and safe with the fire of arousal glowing in me. I feel his cock harden and slip between my legs and he begins to slide it teasingly along my pussy lips through my wetness, just reaching my clit. I moan and try to rub against him wanting it inside me but he murmurs "Be still," in my ear and continues to tease me. He slips it back and forth spreading my wetness around from my clit to my ass and back again. It feels amazing, held strongly in his arms as jolts of pleasure run through me. Now he slides back to my asshole and rubs his wet cock around it gently making me gasp as his hand goes down to rub my clit. He presses his cock firmly against my ass and holds perfectly still. "Now you may move." A wave of excitement washes though me as I realise what he wants me to do. My pussy is aching and twitching and it feels so good as I push back a little and feel my tight ass stretch and I moan at this new sensation. A strange feeling as his head pops inside and I wriggle a little, amazed that he is inside me already. We lay like that for a while, his breathing a little heavier on my neck and his finger tracing slow circles around my clit. Soon I want more and I arch back into him allowing his cock to slip inside surprisingly easily. He bites my shoulder a little and we both gasp as I press hard needing him and force it all the way inside me. We lie still again in wonder at the amazing full feeling of him deep inside me. I begin to move my hips again and he moans and lets me fuck myself on him. "Oh yes good girl, I knew you could do it. How does it feel having me buried in your ass?" "Oh Master it feels wonderful, so dirty, so close, so full. I love it." "Oh?" His tone tells me he wants to hear more as I grind against him and start to pant. "Mmmm Master you are so good inside me, stretching me taking me ohhhh." "Its not me taking you you dirty girl, you got my cock in your ass all by yourself, fucking yourself with it what a slut." "Yes Master, but its so good! Please Master fuck me, fuck my ass hard, I need it so bad!" With a quick twist of his body he rolls on top of me pressing my face into the pillow muffling my moans of pleasure as he fucks me unrestrained, kissing my back biting me then grabbing my hair and forcing my legs apart a little as I raise my ass to meet each glorious thrust. Now I'm screaming into the pillow, incoherent begging sounds as his cock causes unbeleivable sensations deep inside me. "You dirty little slut you love having your ass fucked. You've been such a good girl you may cum when I do." He slips two fingers tasting of my pussy juice into my mouth and I suck eagerly, feeling utterly depraved as he rides my ass and I buck and thrust with him wanting his cum in me. I reach a hand beneath me and pinch my clit rubbing it between my fingers and I feel him stiffen then an amazing sensation as he shoots cum deep in my ass and I cum hard, clenching around his cock as it spasms inside me. He sinks down on top of me holding me close as the shudders of orgasm roll through us both. He sighs and strokes my hair. "Good girl." His Angel The next few weeks were hard. She was confused and terribly alone. He was on the road. All she could do was think about him! God, she wanted to hold him close and feel his naked body next to hers. She wanted to feel his lips. Kissing her and going from her sweet lips to her clit, setting every inch of her ablaze with passion. She realized she had to have him in her life, no matter what. She did not want to talk with Bryan, or see him. Heaven forbid she could not even bring herself to the point of telling his she had found another man. He was due to bring her things down the following weekend. She knew that if she saw him, things might be different. Hell, he might even sweep her off her feet. Then take her off to the nearest hotel to talk or make love to her all night. It would be nice if he did that. It would mean he had come to his senses. After all, she had over five years invested in their relationship. Something was there, or it would not have gone this far. She sat her feelings about Douglas on the back burner and once again focused on Bryan. She knew that in her own way, she did love Bryan, no matter how scattered brained he was. She just knew this was the last chance to rekindle that love. All day Friday, she could think of nothing else. She envisioned Bryan grabbing her and kissing her, telling her, he would not let go until they talked privately. Then she went a step further and she saw him loving her like he did the first time they made love. She had herself convinced that this little trip away from him could indeed bring him to his senses. That Saturday morning, she was up before the alarm went off. By this time, she was a nervous wreck. She went to talk with her sister. "I can't face Bryan. I cannot stand to be in the same room with him!" Her sister wiped her tears and told her she could not have to see Bryan until they had unloaded all of her stuff. She could sit in her bedroom and try to stay calm. If anyone knows Amanda, they are aware that when she is upset she is worse then a loose tornado. When the time was right, her sister came into the room and told her she Bryan was there. He was waiting for her in the den. She would leave the two of them alone so they could talk privately. If Amanda needed her, all she had to do was come and knock on her bedroom door. The steps Amanda took toward the den felt like a ten-mile walk. When their eyes met, Bryan took her into his arms. "I love you. I hope your visit with your sister is going well and that you have not been in a lot of pain." He proceeded to show her the things he brought down for her. Explaining he forgot to follow the list, but she could make him a new one. He then moved the heavy stuff around, placing them where she wanted them. He then set up her computer. About that time, her sister knocked on the door. She excused herself, saying that Amanda had a phone call. She asked if she wanted her to take a message. Amanda told her she had better take it, because it might be her son. He was worried about her. She left the den and took the phone call in her sister's bedroom, that way, she could talk freely. When she answered it, she discovered it was Douglas. He was inquiring if she was ok. She told him, she was all right. Considering the fact her heart had been shattered in a million shards and her marriage was over. She would feel him in on details later on. Right now, she was too upset to think straight. She then went back into the den to see if Bryan needed any more help. She was hoping he would say, "Let's go someplace private so we can talk things out honey." All he did was tell her he was finished and needed to start the long drive home. He kissed her and told her he would send an email to her when he got home. Nothing more was said. With tears in her eyes, she walked him toward the back door. Bryan stopped her. "I do not want you to follow me out to my truck. I think it is best we say our good-bye here." He left closing the door behind him. She walked back into the den. Then stood in the middle of the room with her fist clenched tightly screaming, "God-damn--it," repeatedly! Her sister rushed into the room, held her close, and told her to stop. She looked into her sister's eyes. "What in the fuck is wrong with that man? It was as if Bryan did not love me at all. Oh god, how could I have been so stupid and marry him?" It took her sister late into the night, to calm Amanda down. She knew if she did not let her cry, the pain would torment her more and cause more health problems. Amanda finally wiped the last teardrop from her eyes. "That's it, NO-MAN, is worth two fucking years of tears! I thought he would take me home and make sure we were back on track and never let me go again. My god, he just killed the last sliver of love I have for him. Nothing will make me go back to that town or him at all now. If it's okay with you sis, this is now my home!" "My home is your home, anytime you need a place to stay. Now just try to rest for now. We can talk about things Monday." Amanda then attempted to sleep. Tomorrow she would have to rebuild the rest of her life. She knew she could do this. She had been down this road before. She hated that road too, but sometimes life throws us a curve ball. We just need to take careful aim and knock that ball clean out of the ballpark. The next morning she wrote Douglas an email. She told him she was sure that her feelings for him were love. The sensations were not those of sex-starved wife. She wanted to nurture that love and watch it grow. Then she told him what happened between her and Bryan. Adding there was nothing in her life now that would block her feelings for him. She knew she was once again happy and on the verge of a new romance. Part four: The time is 11 p m. Amanda is talking to Douglas by phone. His calls to her were beginning to be a regular occurrence. At the same time every night, he would call and they would talk for hours. She needed to hear his voice, not because it was sexy, but because it calmed her tattered spirit. No matter how bad things were, Douglas always made her feel special. "I love you Douglas!" The words made her body tingle from head to toe. She wished he was kissing her and his fingers were probing all the right places. She could continue the conversation and add some more hot sexual words to it. Nevertheless, she wanted to have the real thing. Why, did he have to been somewhere between there and New York City? He needed to be between her legs, making love to her. "Douglas, how am I going to handle you being on the road a lot? I need you to hold me and fuck me, more than one or two days, every two or three weeks. I love you dearly." "When I stop to think about things, I realize we both have too much emotional baggage in our lives to think straight. It would not be fair for us to make a commitment right now. "You're right, doll. It is just too soon. But baby I love you. I do not know why....but I love you! I also get jealous of the thought of another man touching you. You are "My Angel." I would love to hold you and make love to you every night. But we both know that is not possible with the type of job I have. We have plenty of time to decide if this is love and where we are going. For now Angel, I need to get some shuteye. I have to drive that long road to New York City, tomorrow. It also looks like there is a storm coming my way. Oh marvelous, looked like I am going to see a free lightning show. I had better say good-bye. Sweet dreams baby. I love you my sexy green-eyed Angel!" She blew a kiss into the phone. "Good night, my sexy blue-eyed devil. Spoiled by the blue-eyed devil again, hum, wonder how he will make a fuss over me next!" What a visual it made, the devil hugging an angel. Talking to him always left her horny as hell. Wishing he was there to satisfy her hunger. She leaned back and ran her finger down her T-shirt. She pulled and squeezed each nipple and rolled them moaning in delight, feeling them harden in her fingers. Then she lay back on the bed and slid her other hand under the waistband of her shorts, into her soaked panties. She quivered when she ran her fingers the length of her slit. Then glided them inside her vaginal orifice, "Oh Douglas, I wish these were your fingers touching me!" Sliding the rest of her clothing off, she spread her legs wide. Then she whispered his name as she teased and rolled her swelling clit. Then shoved three fingers inside her hole and squealed, "Fuck me baby. " Closing her eyes and moving her hips in a fucking motion. She envisioned his cock sliding in and out of her. Damn! She wished he was there fucking her. She wanted him so bad she could taste him on her lips. She felt his hands grasping her hip as he thrust in and out of her. She arched her back, quivered hard and climaxed. She was lazily playing with her pussy again when the phone rang. She jumped and nearly fell off the bed, reaching for the phone. "Hello." "Hello Angel. I have a silly question for you. How long will it take you to pack a bag? Honey, they changed my location. I will be making a delivery near you the day after tomorrow. If it is okay with you, I can come by there and pick you up around two am tonight. I have been thinking about you all day! Oh god, I want to fuck you all night long until we are both speechless. By the way, my cock has been screaming, "Cum and get it for the last hour!" She was so excited she almost dropped the phone. "Hello darling! What do you have in mind big-boy? My pussy has been screaming all night, Hey I need some hard cock inside me, NOW! "She bade him goodbye then rushed around the room packing a small overnight bag. Since her sister was at work, so she left her a note on the refrigerator. She told her she would be gone overnight. Then put down her cell phone number. She then went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Dressed casually, applying just enough makeup to be alluring. Then dabbed some soft musk in all the right places, and then stood in front of the mirror inspecting her, winked, and smirked. "Hot-Damn, girl you are about to get laid tonight!" She grabbed her bag, went into the living room and waited for him to drive up. She felt like a teenager again. One who just discovered the joys of fucking? She began daydreaming of how she would throw her arms around his neck and kiss him hello. It would be the type of kiss guaranteed to make any male go weak in the knees. The doorbell jolted her back to reality and she got up to answer it. She opened the door and gave him a big sexy smile. Before she could move, he pulled her off the floor and into his arms. Kissing her so hard she saw stars. She paused. "Hi baby!" Then put her arms around his neck pulled him closer and gave him one of her knock out kisses! She felt him quiver. He sat her back down on her feet when they finished greeting each other hello. "Oh-my-god, honey, did you miss me that much? Wow, that was one hell of a kiss baby! Now, grab your things doll. I am going to show you how much I missed you. Are you prepared for a night in paradise?" She gave him a wink and nodded yes. He helped her into the truck then told her to buckle up. He got behind the wheel of that big rig. Then he drove off into the sunset. Then winked at her and told her that heaven was just around the corner. She watched him drive. For the first time, she realized that no matter what happened she would have him in her life. Douglas pulled the truck up to a local hotel. "Shhh, get out of the truck carefully. Then I want you to close your eyes doll. You are about to enter the gates of paradise." She got out of the truck and closed her eyes. Then felt his hands go around her and his voice guiding her footsteps. A million thoughts went through her mind. With each step, her panties got wetter. Then she noticed he had stopped walking and it sounded like he was unlocking a door. "Now keep those pretty eyes shut doll. I'll tell you when to open them." She kept her eyes closed and heard the door open. She then gasped as he picked her up and carried her into the room. Her first sense was the smell of roses, not overpowering but alluring. The second was the sound of romantic music serenading them. She then felt his lips on hers, as he gently sat her on the bed. He then told her to open her eyes. The soft clan descent light illuminated the room. As she looked around the room, it resembled a rustic cabin hidden deep in the mountains of a ski resort. It even had a white bearskin rug on the floor, next to a fireplace. Although, it was too hot for a fire, she knew they would be on the rug, making heat of their own. One side of the room had swinging doors that she assumed was the bathroom. "Hey doll, how about doing something relaxing to start off the evening?" "What do you have in mind?" "Well follow me and I will show you." He took her arm, escorted her through the doors. There was a heart shaped Jacuzzi, surrounded by candles. "Give me a second to get something and I will be back to join you. Now, don't start without me!" "You do not need anything doll. All I want is you!" She watched him strip. Then she started to remove her clothes. He stopped her and told her he wanted to do that. She felt her knees go weak when he stood naked before her. Oh-my-god, he was gorgeous. He came over to her and as he helped her out of her clothing. Kissing, licking and nibbling every bit of her exposed flesh as he uncovered it. "Oh fuck! She is so beautiful! How can she love a lonesome ole trucker like me? He did not care. Here they were together at last, in paradise!" He pulled her naked body close to his and felt her tremble as he kissed her lips again. He then helped her into the warm water and followed. "Oh my sweet sexy Amanda...the fun has just begun!" He leaned over, sucked her nipple into his mouth and felt it swell and get hard. His fingers slid under the water between the folds of her pussy. He could tell by her swollen clit that she was ready for him. She knew he loved it when she talked dirty. "Oh baby, suck and bite my nipples hard. Then I want you to eat my hot cunt!" "Your wish is my command! Now sit on the edge of the tub and spread those beautiful legs. Daddy is hungry!" She did as instructed. She gasped for air when he blew across her clit. He then ran his tongue the length of her slit. When he zeroed in on her clit and ran circles around it, she almost lost her balance. He sure knew how to push all the right buttons. She would not mind him eating her pussy all day. He moved a bit and continued lapping at her pussy. Then he shoved two fingers deep inside her in a fucking motion. He then added another finger, while has was sucking her clit. She was so fucking wet and it was not from the water. "Oh-my-god, this woman is wired for sound!" He then took her clit in his teeth and bit it. She shook so hard, he thought she was going to pass out from climaxing. He then rose up and kissed her hard letting her taste her own juices on his lips. He then slid her off the tub right onto his throbbing cock. It felt so good, to make love to a real woman again! He grabbed her hips, slammed her pussy down hard, and fucked her into ecstasy. "Oh yes! Fuck me hard baby. Ram your cock deep into my hot cunt!" "Suck your nipples for me honey, you know that makes daddy cum!" She reached for her tit. Sucked in her nipple and bit it hard, feeling his cock pulsating harder inside her. Oh god, it has been so long since a real man has fucked her! He could not help it. The sensation of her pussy milking his cock and the awesome sight of her sucking her own nipples was more then he could stand. "Oh shit baby here it comes. I thought a Jacuzzi was supposed to relax you. Hell that did not relax me one-bit baby do you have any suggestions? Do you have any suggestions?" "We have only had one hour in paradise, and here you are complaining already. Now, shut up and kiss me, the fun had just started!" The next day he took her home. The drive was only two miles long, but it seemed like 100. He pulled up in front of the house, helped her out of the truck and back into the house. Then he held her for as long as he could. He felt the tears on his cheek and her body tremble. He knew this was the hardest thing for them both to do. However, he had a job to do. He kissed her softly. "Don't cry baby. I will be back to hold you and make love to you. I love you Amanda. " Walking to the truck seemed like the longest walk he had ever made. Never before, had it been so hard to say goodbye to a woman. God, he wished there was a way she could travel right beside him. He blew his horn as he pulled away from the house he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. She unpacked her things and sat down on the bed. How can she find the man of her dreams then have thing go berserk all in one weekend? She knew that if their love were to grow she would have to be comfortable with his job to. Now, that seemed impossible. She held her face in her hands, crying. What was she going to do now?" She must have fallen asleep crying, because when she awoke her pillow was wet. Nevertheless, she had the words of a poem running through her mind. Sometime words came to her just like that. She has learned that if she did not write then down, that very minute, she would not remember them in the morning. She went over to the computer and typed out the following poem. She then emailed it to Douglas. She knew he too was troubled and maybe this would calm some of his fears. "Douglas. Sweetheart, the following words came to me in the middle of the night and I just could not wait to sit down and email them too you. I hope you like it. "The Wings of an Eagle" How can I tell you that all I want and need in my life right now is you! I can still taste you on my lips, feel your touch and caress you with my heart. I am right there beside wherever you are on the road my arms tightly holding you. I Listen I can hear the loneliness in the rhythmic beating of your heart. I can see you wiping the tears from your eyes as you whisper, "Amanda, I love you." Time keeps moving, life goes on, and I ask you, "Why must we be apart?" In the stillness of the night, I feel your love beckoning me to come to you. I pull my covers close to me and tenderly cry, "Douglas, I love you with all my heart!" I lay back on my pillow close my eyes and let my heart on the wings of an eagle fly to you. I lie down beside you and feel my pulse begin to beat in unison with your heart. You sense my presence and kiss me passionately as you pull me close to you. Your love surges through me and I tremble as my love entwines with your heart. Our soul is touched and soars in endless flight through the night as I make love to you. We are lost in each others embrace suspended in time body, soul and heart. For your eyes only, Your sexy green-eyed Angel Amanda" She sealed the email with a kiss. The she went to bed and fell into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of Douglas and their next rendezvous. When Amanda awoke the next morning, she did as she always does, and checked her email. She was elated to read that Douglas loved the poem. He added the following stanza to it. "As I travel down the highways in this lonely truck of mine I can see your wanting, lovely face Just beyond the headlight's shine. I know you are waiting for me somewhere just around the bend I see your arms are open. I hear you whisper, "Come on in" From the bunk of this lonely sleeper I hold you in my arms I feel your body pressing close, I give in to your charms. When our lips touch, it ignites a fire somewhere deep within my soul I can tell the fire has you too. Your eyes burn like bright green coals. His Angel I hold you close the whole night through until the dawn of another day. That is when I whisper "Amanda, I Love You Too" With a love that's here to stay. For your eyes only, Your sexy blue-eyed devil, Douglas" She felt the tears flow down her check. She touched the computer screen. "I love you my sexy blue-eyed devil, I don't know why......but I do. Part five: The following months would test Amanda's love for Douglas to the limits. She would soon find out how hard it would be to handle the long weeks of separation. It was July and he was on the phone telling her he was on his way to California. He most likely will be gone four weeks this time. He knew it would upset her, because so far they have not been apart for more than three weeks at a time. He chose his words carefully, when he talked to her. "Amanda, I know this is hard on you. I told you it is hard to have a relationship with a trucker. Honey, I do not want you to cry over this. I have a job to do and you know that. " Amanda held back the tears and tried not to let him hear her voice quivering. "I know darling. Who said, I have to like it? Why does your company not understand a man needs time for his own love life? Don't they understand at all?" In the back of her mind she was screaming, "Why in the hell, did I have to fall in love with a trucker?" He knew she was crying. "My sweet Amanda, I wish I wish I was holding you. I hate being apart from you just as much. Damn-it, I want I want you! I want to be kissing your lips and caressing that beautiful body of yours. I need to stop talking this way, or I will have one hell of a hardon. I still have 400 miles to drive before I can relax and call this a day." "She felt that ole tingle of desire. "Well, we both know that your sexy voice has my body already tingling with desire. I am not going to tell you what its doing to me neither or you will have to stop just to relieve yourself. Now, tell me goodbye big guy. I will talk to you later tonight. Drive carefully my sexy blue-eyed devil. Feel my arms around you all along the way. I love you! " That night, he called her as he has done, for the past four months. He told her about the beautiful country he has seen on this trip. The laughed, as he told her about a few idiotic drivers he encountered. "Oh Amanda, my Angel, I wish I wish you were with me right now. I cannot stand to be laying here in my lonely bunk without you in my arms. I want to kiss your lips and let my tongue tickle yours. Then I will move down to those tits of yours and squeeze them with my hands. Then suck and bite each nipple. Oh baby do you feel that?" "Oh honey, I love you! I am laying here in just my lavender nightie. I'm pulling it up, sucking my nipples wishing they were your lips. I want to kiss you and work my way downward until my sweet lips engulf your throbbing cock! I know you love that and you know me, I love sucking cock! " She knew her enticing words had him as hard as steel. They had a way of making each other hotter then firecrackers even over the phone. She ran her fingers down through her wet pussy. "I am there baby. I am lying with my head next to your cock. My pussy is within reach of your fingers. I lightly run my teeth down your shaft! I feel your fingers go inside me as your thumb encircles my clit." If this conversation were not on his headset, he would have dropped the phone. He loved her sexy voice. He could not talk to her for more than 25 minutes without getting a rise in his Levi's. "Woman, what are you doing to me? You know I love your mouth on my cock! Suck my cock honey, make your daddy cum!" She threw back her head and fingered her clit hard. "Do you know what I am using on my pussy? Its ten inches long and something you gave me." "Oh my God, you're using that vibrator, I bought you. Aren't you? Hot damn, pretend, it's me fucking you deep and hard. Doll, let me hear you cum! " "Yes! I gave my toy the nickname, "Douglas Junior." I am shoving it hard inside me now. Fuck me baby! Oh, yes, just like that! Ah yes, harder baby, oooh daddy, I'm cumming! Now, feel my tongue, lips and teeth going all the way down to the base of your cock. I am sucking you harder. I can feel your cock pulsating about to explode, cum for me!" "Holy shit, I'm cumming!" Oh you sexy thing, I love what you do for me, even when I am a long distance away. Now, I need to get some shuteye." However, before I do, I need to tell you something. Guess what?" "What?" "I love you! Now listen carefully. I am going to be out of cell phone range for maybe a day or two. I am not sure why, but every time I go through these mountains, it messes up my cell phone. If I can get online, I will talk to you. In the meantime, I will be thinking of you until we talk again. Try and get some sleep and meet me later in dreamland, goodnight my sweet angel." "Good-night love, may the angels watch over you until we meet again? See you in dreamland. I love you, sweet dreams." She cried after she hung up the phone. She wanted to be lying in his arms. He was not even gone a day and she already missed him terribly. How in the hell was she going to handle four weeks? She laid her head down and drifted off to sleep. When she awoke, at first she did not know what time it was. As her eyes focused, she looked at the clock, and saw that it was only three am. She lay back down, but did nothing but toss and turn. She got out of bed and went to her computer, logged on to check emails, and maybe chat. She did not find anything exciting at all. She opened her writing program and looked into some of her stories she was working on. After about thirty minutes, she just could not get into gear for that either. All the erotic words only made her horny for Douglas. She then puttered back to bed. Removing her nightie lay down naked on the bed and began fantasizing. She wanted her fingers to be his as she tantalized her hot pussy. Soon she came hard, saying his name aloud. The she hugged her pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep. The next day everything seemed to go slower then a snails pace. Every time she did something, she'd feel his sexy blue eyes staring at her and a shiver would go up her spine. She knew his spirit was with her and many times turned around and spoke as if he was there. "Douglas quit tickling me, I am trying to concentrate!" Although like him, she knew his spirit did not listen either. Around 10:30pm, she finished sending some emails, and logged off the computer. She then took the phone into the bedroom so she would not miss his nightly phone call. As she lay there, she could hear the beating of her own heart. She needed to hear his voice. It made the ending of every day a place of sensual tranquility. Awhile later, she glanced at the clock and it read midnight. She wondered if he was still driving or had stopped for a bite to eat. She knew he pushed himself too hard. He often fell asleep too exhausted to call her. She felt the tears forming in her eyes again. "Oh darling, I can't stand this! I want you, I miss you!" She picked up the phone and dialed his number. All she got was his answering machine. She knew then that his phone was out of range. She went to the computer hoping that maybe he was online. When she did not find him, online her heart sank and she began to cry again. So she returned to bed and started reading her book, hoping that it would relax her enough to sleep. The next thing she knew the sun was shining through the window awakening her. She looked at the clock, it read 7am. She picked up her cell phone, placed it on the charger. She then went about fixing herself some breakfast. She hoped he would be able to call her today, but decided not to get too upset. After all, he said he might not be able to talk to her for few days, Time came and went. Three days later, she finally heard from Douglas. When the phone rang, she nearly jumped out of her skin, and then picked it up. "Hello." "Hello Doll! Sorry, I could not call before now, but this is the first chance I have had, to use my cell phone!" "Hi baby! I am so glad to hear your voice. I am fine, now that I hear your voice. Are you ok? Is everything fine? " "Yes and no. Now, do not get upset, until I tell you what happened. I just spent the last three days, inside my truck waiting out a nasty humdinger of a storm. I thought it was going to blow my truck away. I could not wait to call you and let you know I am fine. So, how's my baby doing?" "I am okay. Where are you?" Oh, I am somewhere in the middle of New Mexico. On my way to Arizona, this should take about three more days. I will call when I can. I love you. " "I love you too! I miss you something fierce! When will you be coming this way again?" Now, you know I have no idea when that will be. I should be there in about a week or two if I am lucky. We will be together as soon as I can get a run down your way. I gotta get rolling honey. I love you, bye." She uttered a goodbye in the phone and once again fought back the tears. "You knew this would happen, he is a trucker." Now, all she needed was a way to come to terms with things. One Friday evening, the phone rang around 8pm. When she learned, it was him, she was elated. She just knew he was going to tell her, he would be seeing her by the middle of next week. It was four weeks from the day he left. "Hi baby. I bet you're glad, this run is almost done, and I cannot wait to see you next week! " "Whoa baby, hold the phone! Something has come up, and I won't be there next week. That's why I am calling you, at this odd hour of the day. I am headed back up north and I am not sure, when they will have me come down your way again. You know, I cannot always be where I want to be. Please understand that. I hate it, as much as you do. I wanted to see you again, so bad I can taste your kiss on my lips. I wanted to make love to you all night long! Now, don't start crying I cannot handle it when you cry. " "Damn-it Douglas, why do I always have to wait to hold you in my arms? Why can't you tell them to let you come this way first?" "Honey, I have to go where they say. They almost never listen to me I told you that. I'm sorry. I don't like it either. Sometimes, I cannot help it. I have a job to do. Maybe you should think about seeing other men, that way you will not feel so lonely. Think it over doll. I will call you again late tonight, when I know we are alone. I love you my sexy green-eyed angel." "I do not want to go out with other men. I want only you! I will think about it, ok? I love you my sexy blue-eyed devil. Talk to you later tonight, bye baby!" She knew she was not handling things at all. The more she thought about it, the more she asked herself this question; "Was she really cut out to be a trucker's girlfriend?" She needed to be touched and to make love more then once every three weeks. She pandered asking him to change for her, but knew that if she did it would drive them apart. She then thought about calling the guy who has been bugging her to go out. He wanted a casual relationship with maybe a little sex, with no strings attached. She decided not too and once again cried herself to sleep. The next thing she heard was the phone ringing. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Hello." "Hello honey. I'm sorry that I did not call you at 11pm. I fell asleep. I am so tired I can't see straight." She sat up in bed, rubbed her eyes again and asked, "What time is it, anyway?" "Two am doll. I just wanted to hear your sweet voice. You were quite upset earlier and I wanted to make sure you are okay." "I am alright, just tired. Let's go back to sleep and talk tomorrow, alright? I love you good-bye." "Ok. God, I wish you were here in my arms. I love you, talk to you tomorrow, good-night baby." She then laid her head back down, wanting to drift off to sleep again. The more she tried the further awake she became. She sat upright in bed and shouted, "Douglas, why can't you be with me like I want you to be. Oh baby---WHY?" She then walked to her computer and opened her writing program. She was not sure, what she would write. Sometimes, when she was troubled, she could put her thoughts down in poetry. Writing always calmed her tattered spirit. "Teardrops of an Angel" His Angel spoke softly as a lonely tear trickled down her cheek. "Oh my darling, I miss you, my arms ache wanting to hold you!" His Angel wiped away another tear then blew him a lover's kiss "My lips beg to kiss you and light then fire of love I have for you." His Angel bowed her head she wanted him lying next to her. "My heart yearns for you it rhythmic beating saying I love you.' His Angel desperately wanted resolution to her many questions. "I know I love you and you love me, but will our love survive?" His Angel enjoys life and all the things that bring her happiness. "My motto, take each day one step at a time and try not to worry." His Angel smiled and chucked because tomorrow was here now. "Oh-my-god, I just remembered things I forgot to do yesterday." His Angel wanted her life to return to normal and be at peace. "When is my life going to make me feel loved, secure and happy?" His Angel looked for a man who would love despite her flaws. "I will never be second in his life behind his family or his job!" His Angel awoke in the night and her loneliness overtook her. "Why can't I do anything, but sit here and cry out your name." His Angel felt her desires rise and wanted to feel cock inside her. "Honey, I can't go three weeks without you making love to me!" His Angel was hurt when she heard him speak these words. "I do not own you go and find a man to fill the void in your life." His Angel told him that she has done that and even fucked them. "I cried when he left because I have betrayed my love for you." His Angel told him she loved him regardless of the circumstances. "But to be truthful I cannot say that I will love you in the future." His Angel added that she also had a fear falling for someone else. "A guy who was their all the time and it would hurt you my love!" His Angel reached out into the darkness of her room and uttered. "Hold me tight, be my friend, love me and don't ever let me go!" His Angel knew she had to come to terms with all of this and said. "Destiny will decide if our love is meant to be it will be!" She edited the poem then emailed to Douglas. Their future was uncertain, but her love for him would always be there. Part six: Amanda looked at the clock by the bed and it read 5am. She decided to get up, there was no use trying to sleep when she was this troubled. No matter what she said or did lately, things between her and Douglas, just did not turn out the way she had dreamed they would. She was way past the point of being upset, she was now angry. She was mad, for letting herself fall in love again. When she knew she had not even given her heart time to heal. God, she was doing the same damn thing she did, when her first marriage failed. She met a man while still married. Then, fell in love with him for all the wrong reasons. She wanted to crawl inside a deep hole and die. In her mind, she vowed she would never love again. The pain was more than she could bear. She sat down at the computer and logged on. She figured, she might as well chat and have some sexy fun. She went into her favorite chatroom and typed the following then chucked. "I'm going crazy at dawn and selling tickets! Come join the party. It will sure be a lot easier than what I am doing now! " Soon one of her male friend's responded. "Oh honey, nothing is as bad as that, besides you can't go crazy, you're already there." "Smart-ass, you take all the fun out of my pity party!" "Not really, I'm just an educated ass!" He then asked, what was troubling her. She told him the short version of her dilemma and then reached for the tissues. She also told him, that she hated crying over any man or situation. "I hate it and wished I had not met this guy, or fallen in love at all!" "I know baby. You are a very loving, sensitive, and caring person. In addition, I bet that right now, you feel the pain is more than you can bear. Just think for a moment, if you did not open up your heart to love again, the pain from the past could not have been let go." "You know, I never thought of it that way. Thanks for listening. I think I will try to go to bed again, good-morning." "Ditto, love yahs. Take care." She was about to log off, when she decided to write Douglas an email. Maybe, if she put her thoughts down in writing, he would think again, and not push her away. "My Blue-eyed devil, How can I tell you what is on my heart, without hurting and crying? A part of me wants to get to know you and fall deeper in love with the other side of you (the one I do not see in bed). I want to scream, "Why not? Then I rationalize things and tell myself, I understand. Until the next day, then I miss you once more and start crying again. Damn-it, I wanted you to be my love, the only man in my life, forever. However, deep down I know that we will never have that kind of love. I also know that part of my feelings stem from what I did not find with Bryan. I know these are rebound feelings that I am having. Although, we may thing it real love. It is not the kind of love that takes time to develop and mature. Still, I wake up in the middle of the night crying and screaming, "Why can't it be?" Douglas, how do I move on? When, I am too scared to let myself go and find out? I guess time will heal all wounds. I will always wonder why when it comes to you. So always, be my friend and hold me close to your heart. I wish you were holding me and making love to me! I miss you terribly! I think I will always love you! I hope we can get together soon. Will meeting you make me cry and want you more? I do not know. I just know that I am not ready to give you up. Your sexy-green eyed Angel. Amanda " As he read her email, he cried. He knew that both of them were realizing that their love affair was coming to an end. He didn't want it to happen, because he knew he still loved her. He knew that, somewhere deep in his heart, he'd always love her. However, he also knew that he couldn't give her what she wanted or what she needed. She needed a man who would care for her every day not just every few weeks. She wanted a man who could go off to work in the morning and come home to her every night. He couldn't give her that, because he was on the road all the time. Driving a big rig, that's his job. That's how he makes a paycheck. There was no way that he could stop, just for one person. Even though, it was his happiness at stake too. Many thoughts ran through his mind. Like hers, his heart was breaking. It had to be this way. He knew that he would honor his promise. No matter what happened between them, they'd always be friends. He'd always be there for her. Although, he wondered how they could be just friends after the love they'd shared. Many of those thoughts kept running through his head. Not an hour went by during the day that he did not think of her. At times, he could still hear her sexy voice and laugh. He could still feel the softness of her caress. The way her hair felt in his fingers as it lay upon his chest. Plus, he remembered the fire that ignited in her deep green eyes, when she was aroused. He could not get out of his mind, that special way she had of waking him up in the morning, with her lips on his dick. Not a night passed, when she was not there, in his dreams. There were times he'd awaken in the middle of the night, and know she'd been there, even though she was hundreds of miles away. He knew that she loved him. He knew that he loved her. However, what can you do when fate deals you a losing hand? Fate had dealt the cards and these two had to play the cards they were dealt. There would been no shuffling and drawing from the deck again, they were not playing Gin Rummy. They were playing for life, they were playing for happiness, his and hers. It was just his tough luck, he reckoned, that he'd wound up with a busted flush. His Angel But maybe, she could find her another man, with the full house that she needed. He hoped this was so, even though it was sure to break his heart. He would rather have cut out his own heart, than tell her goodbye. He knew, that day was coming, sooner or later. If only, there was some other way. He knew that there was no other way they could go. He cried like a baby after that. His fingers were trembling way too much to even try to type and send her an email. He would have to call her. She answered the phone, while wiping the sleep from her eyes. She had not slept much last night. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his piercing blue-eyes. Then she'd call out his name and hug her pillow. Finally, around 5am, she cried herself to sleep. She listened as he poured out his heart. She knew he was hurting as much as she was. She knew in her heart that fate had dealt the final hand and they had lost. "Oh Douglas, I could wish that I had met you 30 yrs ago. I would be your first and only wife. There would be no discussions about heartache, lost love, or the future. You know something, one of these days I am going to look fate in the eye. Then say, fuck you, this time fate, you just drew the losing hand. Douglas, I pray that one day you to will find the love, peace and happiness that you deserve. She told him she needed to see him again. She wanted to feel his arms around her one more time. Then she could say adieu. She did not want him, to hear the tears in her voice, when she told him good-bye. However, these were not tears of sadness, this time. They were tears of joy, because she had reached out her hand to him, and touched his heart. She had loved once more and now she needed to let him go. She fell asleep that night without difficulty. She had finally begun to come to terms with everything. At 4am, she sat upright in bed, with the words of a poem running through her mind. She walked out to her computer and wrote the following. Then she emailed the poem to Douglas. "Let Your Green-Eyed Angel Free" How many tears will it take for this heart of mine to realize our love will never be? How many lonely nights will I have before I realize we will never be together anymore? How can I stop remembering your touch when I still feel your spirit all around me? How come I crying out your name and say I love you when you do not hear me anymore? How can I move onto tomorrow when I reminiscence and the memories block me? How can I tell myself to let you go when my heart and soul wants you more? Hold me in your arms one last time and love me then bid me adieu and set me free! "Adieu my love." His Angel's Release He had been watching and wanting her for days. He familiarized himself with her daily routine and had carefully orchestrated his plans. He sat patiently in his truck, a bag of essentials at his side. He really wished it didn't have to be this way, but he felt he had no other choice. Women always rejected his advances, no matter how nice and polite he was. He looked a bit rough and didn't have extra money for many clothes other than jeans and tee shirts. His working class hands were rough and he had a long scar on his left cheek that seemed to scare women away. If they would just give him a chance, they would see that beneath his well muscled six foot one rough exterior and velvet blue eyes, he was a very gentle and caring man. He would treat his love like a princess, showering her with tender affection and taking care of her needs and desires. But they never gave him that chance and that's why he had to carry out his plan. He knew it was a big risk, but worth the attempt to ease his constant pain and loneliness. Excitement coursed through his body as her jeep suddenly appeared through the fading sunlight and pulled into her driveway. He watched as she extended one silky leg out and smoothed her curvaceous body down from the leather seat. The remaining sun danced sparkles over her pretty blue and white sundress and sexy white heels. Her long brown hair was pulled up with a golden comb, bits and pieces hanging seductively around her stunning face. She retrieved her purse and briefcase and sullenly walked into the house. He was amazed that she didn't have a man in her life. He could only attribute that fact to her shyness. He had spoken to her only once to say hello. She responded by averting her eyes and looking at the floor, giving a hasty nod and walking away. At first he thought she just didn't want to talk to him, but as he watched her, he noticed she was this way with everyone. Oh how he wanted to hear her scream and moan for him through that sweet shyness . She needed to be released and her desires awakened. He was going to do that for her whether she wanted it or not. The vast darkness surrounding his van interrupted his thoughts. He silently stepped from his vehicle, carrying his bag, and crept through the raven shadows to her dimly lit bedroom window. She was sitting at her vanity, taking the comb from her luscious hair and delicately brushing it down past her shoulders. She was swaying her body to the slow beat of a radio and stopped to take a brief sip of her white zinfandel. His body nearly screamed with lust at this incredibly sexy sight. He couldn't wait to run his lips and hands all over her beautiful body, knowing she wouldn't get the chance to reject him. He moved to the back of the house and found the sliding glass door locked. He checked several windows and finally found one he could easily loosen and pry open. He slowly strolled to her bedroom door and peered through. She was now standing next to her dresser, her back to him, and reaching around to unzip the back of her dress. He quickly puts on a ski mask. Swiftly tossing his bag on the bed, he lunges forward and grabs her, covering her mouth with one hand and encircling her waist with the other. She twists wildly against him. Holding her tightly, he whispers in her ear "Calm down and stop fighting me and you'll be okay." She stops struggling, but he can feel her body trembling against him. He nudges her to the bed and pushes her down on her stomach. "Will you be a good girl and stay quiet if I take my hand away?" She nods. He removes his hand and reaches into his bag for handcuffs. He forces her hands above her head and clicks them together, then turns her over to face him. They stare into each other's eyes and he can feel how terrified she is. He gently caresses her cheek, trying to ease her frightened state. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you angel." Pushing her hair back, he leans down and kisses her neck lightly. She tries to pull away. "Please stop. Let me go, please," she whimpers softly to him, tears beginning to streak from her dark brown eyes. "I can't let you go now sweetness. I have so many so many wonderful things planned for us tonite ," he grins at her, licking his lips and gazing over her voluptuous body. He continues nibbling her neck, tracing the outline of her jaw with his tongue. He licks along the outside of her earlobe, moving to her soft cheeks, then down to her full red lips. Parting her lips with his, she tries unsuccessfully to clamp them shut in protest. He tenderly runs his fingers through her hair as his tongue continues to explore her warm mouth. Although still very scared, his gentleness has a calming effect and she begins to relax beneath his touch. He reaches in his bag, retrieves his knife, and places it at the nape of her neck. She gasps and closes her eyes. "Oh! Please don't kill me!!" she shrieks, her voice dripping with fear. "Shhhhhhh, I promise I won't hurt you angel. Don't move" Filling the quiet room with small ripping sounds, he takes the knife and slowly cuts her dress open. Then he slices the material around her arms and forcefully yanks the dress from her body. Feeling the cool air hit her body. her breathing is fast and heavy now as she waits for his next move. He pulls a scarf from his bag and quickly ties it around her eyes. "No, please don't blindfold me like this." she begs him. "I'm sorry, honey, but I can enjoy your body better without this mask and I'm not ready for you to see my face yet." He rips the mask from his face. Picking the knife back up, he delicately cuts away her light blue satin bra and panties, as she lies perfectly still. She hears him inhale sharply as he views her stunningly naked body. Her soft, but firm breasts are perfectly round with large dark nipples springing toward him. His heart beats with raging hunger as his eyes trail down her flat tummy to her carefully trimmed dark patch of silky hair and sexy long legs. "You are so fucking beautiful," he whispers as he leans down and takes a cherry nipple between his anxious lips. His hand reaches up to squeeze her other breast as his fingers lightly pinch the erect tip of her nipple. He licks circles around her hardened nipple down to the underside of her breast, around it, then back to her ripened bud again. "Please don't. I want you to stop." she pleads with him again, moving her head back and forth on the pillow. He looks up at her, smiles to himself and squeezes her breasts slightly harder. His hungry mouth slides down her stomach and stops to suck on her belly button. A small moan escapes her lips. He flicks his tongue in and out before continuing his desired journey. He blows soft kisses along her creamy thighs and toned calves, as she continues to whimper softly. It was now time to begin testing her. "I want you to spread your legs for me?" he tells her gently. Panicked, she shakes her head, "No, please I can't!" He grins and moves back up to her breasts, crushing them harder now. He squeezes and kneads them lovingly, teasing her nipples with his teeth. He moves his right hand down to her thighs, caressing them softly. He starts whispering seductive compliments in her ear, telling her how gorgeous and sexy she is. He tells her he wanted to make sweet love to her hot sultry body the first time he saw her. After a few minutes of this, she begins moaning louder, rocking her hips against him. "Spread your pretty legs for me now angel." This time she doesn't hesitate and he starts to think his plan might really work. He reaches between her legs and rubs between her delicate folds, caressing her moist lips with such tenderness. She is incredibly wet and excitedly bucks herself against his touch. His thumb traces gentle circles around her swelling clit. "Does this feel good angel?" he asks, leaning down and flicking the top of her nipple with his tongue. "Oh yessss. It feels so good." she cries out to him, feeling her face flush warmly. "Do you REALLY want me to make you feel good angel? he asks, rubbing a bit harder now. " yesss," she hisses quickly, the heat rushing down her body. Her excitement was turning him on immensely. "Beg me to make you feel good, honey." "Oh please, pleeeease make me feel good now." Biting her lower lip in anticipation, she thrusts her womanhood toward his fingers, her hands twisting inside her cuffed bonds. He pulls his fingers away and slides down on the bed, positioning his face between her legs. He can smell her arousal and his cock is throbbing from the sound her sweet voice begging him to please her. He licks her wet lips from top to bottom and in the delicate skin beneath her pussy. She jumps as she feels his tongue, her body enveloped in exquisite pleasure. "Moan for me angel. Tell me how this makes you feel and what you want. I'm here to please you." "Ohhhhhh yess. Please don't stop. Your tongue feels so good on me. ohhhhh pleeease!!!" In answer to her pleading, he licks around her clit, then slides one finger inside of her. He pushes it in and out as his tongue flicks her mercilessly. She continues to writhe and moan beneath him. lustful whimpers flowing from her tender lips. "I want you to cum for me angel. Let yourself go and cum for me NOW!!." He slides in a second finger, circling his tongue powerfully against her clit. "Ohhhhhhhh yesssssssssss!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh yesssssssss!!!!! I'm cumming now!!!" He feels her powerful orgasm against his fingers and tongue as she quivers and shakes, waves of pleasure filling her entire body. A man can only take so much and he's about to explode, so he slides up and parts her legs, placing them above his shoulders. He enters her quickly and plunges himself deep within her, as she gasps and wiggles beneath him. He pumps her hard, pushing down inside her, then sliding up to his tip and back in again. "Can you take me all angel? Can you take my cock this deep in you honey?" He whispers in her ear. "Yes," she replies breathlessly. "Tell me you want me! Scream for me! Tell me what you want me to do!!!" Using amazing restraint, he slows down his pace drastically and acts as if he is going to pull out of her. "Oh no, stay inside me. I want you to fuck me deep and fast and hard! NOW!! PLEASE!! I NEED YOU IN ME NOW!!!" She lets go and screams exactly what she wants him to do, not holding anything back anymore. She feels so free from the restraints she's been locked in all these years. He plunges back into her swiftly, grabbing her cheeks and lifting her hips high and deep to meet his thrusts. "Yesss my angel. I'm giving you what you crave!!" He penetrates her sweet body with animal lust, feeling her tight pussy constrict his thick 8 inch cock. He takes her left breast in his mouth as he fucks her with enduring strength until their bodies finally erupt in a thunderous climax. They both scream and he continues pumping until the last drop of his seed fills her panting body. He collapses on top of her, laying his head on her chest. She tries to catch her breath, almost crying from the passion she now feels for this incredible stranger. He slowly pulls himself out of her and rolls to her side. Now comes the decisive moment when he will either be filled with happiness or face the possibility of being sent to prison for the rest of his life. He uncuffs her hands, takes off her blindfold, and nervously rests his face above hers. She blinks, getting used to the soft bedroom light once again. She looks first into his beautiful eyes and smiles. His fears begin to surface as he sees her smile fade when she notices the long rough scar on his rugged face. This is it, he thinks, she will find me hard and repulsive and push me away. Instead, she reaches up and pulls his face to hers. She turns his head and plants small tender kisses along the length of his scar. She touches his lips with hers, kissing him the way a man desires to be kissed by the woman he adores. She smiles again and whispers, "You are so handsome." Then she softly adds, "Thank you for everything you did for me tonight." "You're welcome." he whispers back and starts to get off the bed to leave her alone now. She pulls him back. "Please stay with me. I need you. You are the man I always hoped was out there, but I never thought would find me." He smiles, lays back down and snuggles quietly into her arms. His loneliness had disappeared into the night and he knew that she would always be his angel. His Annual Visit Tasha took a blouse out of her closet, eying it closely as she weighed her options. She knew she wanted to look her best, even if it was just for a friend. She hadn't seen Rick in nearly eight years and it would be insulting to not go beyond her typical outfit of t-shirts and jeans. She held it in front of the mirror; hazel-green eyes and dark brown hair framing a thin, pale face stared back at her. He always did like to see her looking good. Even if they were just friends, she told herself again. She slid the lace top over her tiny breasts, too small for a normal bra so she generally went without, and felt it tickling her nipples. It felt good and her sensitive body responded to the gentle brush, but she ignored it. She was constantly ignoring the messages her frustrated body sent her; she had other, more important things to focus on at the moment like finishing picking out her outfit for the evening. She pulled out a pair of low-rise jeans and a pair of short black heels. With the blouse, they looked fantastic... sexy even. Not that it should matter. Tasha was desperately trying not to think about one of the last times she saw Rick before he moved to Annapolis. Tasha and her boyfriend of many years Evan had just broken up with their first serious girlfriend in devastating manner and ended up commiserating with Rick and his now ex -wife Dora in their favorite bar. As the most (in)famous free-love advocates in town they were well suited to the task. A few rounds of drinks later and the conversation had turned increasingly personal. Rick and Dora became bolder, suggesting the possibility of exploring a relationship between the four of them. It wasn't long before Rick and Tasha were in a dark corner of the bar kissing while Evan and Dora had slipped off somewhere of their own. The memory of those kisses was bittersweet. She could remember the feeling of his mouth on hers, with just the right level of firmness, and the way his tongue probed in all the right places building and combining with the sensation of sinking into the arms of another man. As Rick's hands began to roam down to the top of her jeans she had begun to feel the growing warmth between her legs and little beads of moisture began gathering on her quivering labia. Just as his hand was about to offer relief she felt another, rougher hand pull them apart. "How dare you expose your sin and shame in public you little whore!" a vicious voice spit at her as a group of hateful men and women gathered around them. Tasha, without another look at Rick, had run out of the bar crying. She was shamed beyond belief, having felt attracted to a man other than her boyfriend for the first time ever and horrified at the reaction others had to it. She still had never been with any other man but Evan. They had discussed the possibility several times, but it had never happened and after that night she figured it never would. So they had remained friends. Rick and Dora moved to Annapolis. Evan and Tasha moved in together and occasionally had a fling with another woman, but after that scene in the bar neither of them was too keen on being that overt with their sex lives. They kept out of the public eye and Tasha slowly became increasingly withdrawn. More recently, Dora had left Rick and now Rick was facing his annual trip back to town alone, being single for the first time in years. Tasha in the meantime had become almost totally socially isolated. She was almost unbearably anxious just to be out in public at her old haunts and potentially around her condemners, let alone the prospect of seeing Rick again. That was the problem. Why should she be nervous? Tasha bit her lip in consternation. After that night it had never come up again, which was surprising considering Rick had been trying to get in her panties almost since the moment they were introduced and that was before she and Evan had even gotten together. She suppressed a giggle at the memory of the night they met; damn he could be so arrogant. He thought she would fall right into his arms and bed. The other women around had warned her about him within minutes. He was notorious for trying to sleep with pretty much everyone around. One of her old acquaintance's words from that night rang through her head. "Oh he will be after you forever, but eventually he will show up at the exact right time and it WILL happen and you won't regret it. No one ever does "But it was over. They lost their chance. And it was for the best, wasn't it? Their friendship was what mattered. Their friendship and not being labeled like Hester Prynne. A pair of blue eyes below dark hair appeared in the mirror behind Tasha. Evan came in close and put his arms around her slender waist. "You look gorgeous Sash," he said, using his pet name for her as he twirled her around for a kiss. Evan's kisses were wonderful too, they always started soft as down, the softest touch she had ever felt on her lips, before he got worked up and started to dive into them "I'm a little scared. It's been a long time since I've been out," she mumbled into his shoulder. "It'll be fine Sash. It's just one night and Rick really wants to see us. A lot of his friends have screwed him over since Dora left him and he needs a good time." "Yeah I'm familiar with the type of good time Rick is looking for," chuckled Tasha. But not with her she thought. He always had several women around to take his pick from. Why did that bother her? It wasn't the thought of all the other women around which was actually rather arousing to Tasha. It may have been a while since she had acted on it, but she was still attracted to women. Was it the thought that it wouldn't be her at all? It couldn't be. They were friends. She kept repeating it to herself. They were just friends. The second she saw him again she knew, if nothing else, that the last eight years of separation were meaningless. Her hazel eyes locked on to his deep brown ones the moment they spotted each other and didn't break for several heartbeats. He had put a few pounds on and greyed a bit at the temples in a rather fetching manner, but otherwise was exactly as she remembered him; tall, espresso brown hair, barrel chested and still sporting inexplicable facial hair. He pulled her in for a friendly hug and whispered, "You look great, beautiful." Tasha blushed at the compliment, but felt gratified he had noticed the effort she had put in to look so good that night. "You look pretty great yourself," she answered with a smile. Within moments she was pulled into a group of people talking and laughing as if nothing in the world had changed from the days of them all hanging out, trading drinks and stories. "The Beatles have always left me cold. I can't get that into them. Whenever one of them had a good idea they ruined it by overthinking." Rick was off on one of his favorite pontificating rants again. Just like old times Tasha thought. Rick could come off awfully full of himself, but anyone that knew him well enough took his somewhat overbearing qualities in stride with his intelligence and humor. There was also no denying that he was so talented it made his arrogance at least somewhat justified. He was holding court like a visiting noble in one of the handful of booths in the place and the position suited him. Over a dozen people were crowded around him hanging on his every word. He looked as happy as Tasha had ever seen him. Most of the evening Tasha could barely get close enough to see and hear what was going on, but every so often she would look over and her hazel eyes would meet those brown ones again, but she wasn't sure if she was imagining the significance in his look or if he was just making sure all eyes were on him as the center of attention. Which of course was why she was looking; he was the birthday boy, the visiting prodigal son and of course she was focused on him. Wasn't it? Every time their eyes met it sent a shiver down her spine to all the way down to her tailbone that felt almost orgasmic and she was having a very hard time telling her brain to ignore the signals her body was sending. Eventually she was able to snag a spot at the table once the early birds had headed home. Rick immediately went to the bar and brought her a shot. It felt so much like the old days that it was almost eerie. "Where the hell have you been all evening Tasha?" he asked as he sat back down. "You're Mr. Popularity and I couldn't get a word in, let alone a body, "she responded with a grin as the subject changed back to music. "I would love to hear what Tasha thinks is the most overrated album," he asked, immediately drawing her into the conversation. He had always been good at that. "Dark Side of the Moon, no question," she answered quickly, which judging by the nodding heads and laughs at the table seemed to be a popular choice. For the first time in years she felt welcome and it was bringing out the old outgoing Tasha of years past. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so happy and relaxed in public. It must have been at least eight or nine years. Before Rick left town and before the ugly scene that had destroyed her confidence and left her a recluse. "Are you actually making the argument that Paul Revere and the Raiders is a better band than the Beatles?" Evan said, nearly choking on his beer. Tasha was pulled back into the conversation from her reverie by his stunned statement. "You're damn right I am. Better rhythm section, equally good songs and no overblown opinion of themselves," Rick responded. "Dude, you're crazy," Evan quipped. The entire table was laughing now as Rick and Evan threw a friendly arm around each other's shoulders. Tasha knew they loved their back and forth repartee and how much they must have missed it. Just like when they were all younger, the two of them had her and everybody else around in stitches. Rick turned his attention to the gorgeous, petite and rather busty brunette on his other side and Tasha could see he was laying his charms on her. She didn't seem to be having it. Tasha laughed to herself as it was obvious that the other woman couldn't quite handle Rick's bizarre combination of bravado and vulnerability. One minute he was the greatest genius alive and everyone listening to him would believe it and resent the hell out of him for it forever and the next he needed to be reassured he was still attractive now that his wife had left him. Tasha rolled her eyes at that rather obvious ruse, especially knowing he had been bragging to Evan about his recent conquests less than half an hour earlier. Still, she knew there was a lingering hint of doubt in there and she cared enough to feel for what he had gone through. They were friends after all. She could see that Evan was having the time of his life. It had been a long time since he had a chance to really cut loose or be seriously intellectually challenged. A little later in the middle of a cigarette out in front of the bar Evan struck up a conversation with another friend of Rick's that had joined them. He was a nice looking, vaguely surferish guy with a sweep of strawberry blond bangs going into his eyes. She gave him the once over and Tasha, coastal girl that she had been raised, shot him a look of appreciation which he returned with a grin. "Hi I'm Evan and this is my girlfriend Tasha," he introduced himself. "Hey good to meet you. I'm Chase," the stranger responded. After another few minutes of back and forth about their mutual acquaintances Evan said, "This is kind of a weird coincidence but you remind me of my oldest friend who was also named Chase....," A look of dawning revelation passed over his face almost as soon as the words trailed off. "Wait a minute, Evan?" replied the stranger as both men fell into gales of laughter. "Sash get the hell over here," called Evan, "this is my oldest friend Chase. We were Cub Scouts together. How long has it been 25, 30 years?" Struck by the ridiculous image of Evan and this new man as little boys in kerchiefs and badge adorned sashes, and the bizarreness of the long-delayed reunion happening so out of the blue, Tasha nearly fell over right into Rick. Her head swam dizzily, it must have been the mixture of alcohol and amusement, as Rick helped her back to solid footing. A hand brushed against her breast, her nipple stiffened at the touch, but it was just an accident. Wasn't it? "Can we move things somewhere a little more private?" inquired Rick with one of his rakish half-smirks. Evan was still laughing as he responded, "Our place isn't too far away. Chase, you coming man? We have 30 years to catch up on." "Sorry dude, my girlfriend is pissed enough I'm still out. Next time for sure." With a round of goodbyes and hugs the party broke up at the bar and four people headed back to Tasha and Evan's place. Everyone was pretty drunk by that point and Tasha had finally unbent a bit. No longer worried about what people were thinking she threw herself down on the couch next to Evan, cuddled into the curve of his arm. Rick pulled the attractive brunette over by him on the love seat. She was getting friendlier by the minute and Tasha was trying not to get too turned on watching as Rick went for the kill. She had seen him attempt to seduce several women over the years, often successfully, and the quiet eavesdropper in her was eager to see the results. He was quietly whispering in her ear and Tasha couldn't make out what he was saying, but she could imagine and the thought made her whole body feel warm. The air began to subtly charge with sexual tension and was coming close to the breaking point when the other girl suddenly pulled herself up saying she needed to head home. She left in a hurry, rushing out before things could get further along. Rick leaned back into the love seat; eyes hazed with frustration and alcohol, and was silent for a few minutes. Tasha was barely aware of the girl leaving as she drifted on a booze-fueled wave of her own. "Tasha-kiss me." Out of nowhere came the three words Tasha had simultaneously feared and longed for but didn't expect to hear. Or had she expected it all along? She looked up at Evan, her eyes pleading, but was it for him to say yes or no? He shrugged and motioned for her to go ahead. One little peck between friends wouldn't mean anything, Tasha told herself. She approached Rick and realized she would have to straddle him to get in the right position. With just a second's hesitation, Tasha threw her legs over his, attempting to ignore the enormous bulge pressing against her leg. She leaned in, her lips touched his and everything clicked into place. It wasn't electric or fiery or pulsing. It was like falling into a comfortable bed after a long journey. Her body relaxed in a way it never had before as the kiss continued in waves and crests of slow consuming passion. When she finally pulled away the only response from Rick was "Wow." Evan looked a bit bothered by their display, although Tasha couldn't say it was jealousy. "I'll be back in a few, I need to go buy a pack of smokes," he excused himself abruptly. With just the two of them left, Rick motioned for Tasha to join him on the love seat. She was nervous, she didn't know how Evan was going to respond to any of this and she didn't want to unfaithful. Not that that should really matter. He had been with several women since they had gotten together and she had not always been involved. Evan had told her several times he was bothered and felt guilty he was the only man she had ever slept with and he had given her permission to kiss Rick. The tumble of thoughts ran through Tasha's mind but at the forefront was her longing to repeat the amazing feeling from a few minutes earlier. A shy smile was his greeting as she sat next to Rick and he came in for another kiss. It was just like the first one; only this one lasted much longer. With an audible groan Rick pulled Tasha onto his lap. She could feel his member; harder than ever, pushed up against her leg as the wonderful sinking sensation from earlier took over again. His hand moved to her breast and she caught her breath in a gasp as he stroked her through her blouse. She knew from long experience that she was what she supposed could be called hyper-orgasmic. The lightest touch could set her off. It was why she had trained her mind to not pay attention to her body. She could get overwhelmed and carried away in minutes and she couldn't let this go much farther. Just Rick's hand caressing down back and forth between her neck and bosom had her nearly ready to scream. She began to whimper with pleasure as he slowly teased her into a greater state of arousal. The gentle caressing was almost a form of sensual torture. Rick's hand went lower and grabbed the hem of her blouse. Tasha briefly began to panic. Evan could be back at any time. She was also self-conscious of how small her breasts were compared to the girl who had just left. She started to put her hand on his to stop him as he leaned in and whispered, "Relax darlin'." She paused and took her hand away. Rick, with a murmur of frustrated and inarticulate lust, pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Her tiny, round breasts with their erect rosy pink nipples were exposed beneath the long curve of her neck and above the tiny indentation of her waist where her jeans still sat covering her lower body. Another kiss, hotter and swifter than before, blacked out her senses briefly. His lips traveled down through the curve of her swan's-like neck and over her collar and breastbone until, unable to stop himself any longer, they found the sensitive tips and Tasha's mind exploded as her body contracted into orgasm. His tongue tickled the tiny ends and his lips wrapped around them, kissing and sucking her areola. When his teeth sank into it with a tiny nibble Tasha was forced to grab onto his back to keep from falling off his lap as the spasms took over her body. Rick leaned backwards onto the love seat and pulled Tasha on top of him, his lips never breaking contact with her body. A hand began to trail down the back of her jeans as he thrust upwards and she could feel his erection through his jeans grinding against her private area. If things weren't fiery and electric and pulsing before, they certainly were now as every touch felt like it was sending a shock wave through Tasha's entire being and down through her pussy into him. She was dripping wet and the crotch of her jeans was beginning to dampen through her underwear. She was sure he could tell and she was momentarily embarrassed until his tongue found her nipple and it blocked out all thought again. She had no concept of time or space, just hands and tongues and their body's reactions. "What the......" trailed off a well-known voice as Tasha looked up to see Evan watching her and Rick. With a tiny yelp, Tasha pulled herself off of Rick in an instant and looked up into the eyes of the man she loved. There were a thousand emotions in Evan's face and Tasha couldn't read any of them as her own eyes clouded with tears. "So Rick, that's why you came back, to fuck my girl?" asked Evan. Rick had a sheepish half-grin on his face and Tasha didn't bother to wait for him to explain himself. Her eyes nearly blinded with tears and shame she grabbed her blouse off the floor, ran into their bedroom, shut the door and threw herself down on the bed. She couldn't believe what she had done and the realization that she had hurt Evan was nearly unbearable. She could hear quiet voices in the other room, but she was too distraught to try and hear what they were saying. After about 10 minutes it got even quieter and she thought she heard the front door. She didn't look up from her pillow until she heard the door to the bedroom open behind her. Evan came in and sat next to Tasha on the bed. He spent a few seconds just breathing in the sight of her flushed and worked up body sprawled on the sheets. He reached an arm around her and Tasha stiffened, surprised at the unexpected affection. His Annual Visit "Please don't cry. Sash...please. Sash, I....I....oh goddamn it I can't stand it." "You hate me, don't you?" "Hate you? I couldn't hate you. I love you more than anything. Damn it you don't... won't understand...I...you...I can't deal with.... just how fucking hot it was to see you with another man," he finally finished. "I have never been so turned on in my life." Tasha looked up at him skeptically, not sure she had heard what she thought she had just heard. Did he really say......? "Yes Sash, I mean it," he answered her silent question as he undid his pants and pulled out his beautiful dick, fully erect. "I've thought about it before...I wasn't expecting this but..."Her eyes widened in shock as he leaned over and gave her a kiss of his own, that lovely feeling of softness, which quickly turned over into passion that easily matched her own. He kept mumbling "God you've got me so hot" as his own lips traveled the circuit his friend's had a short time earlier down her neck and to her small bosom. Tasha's mind was still reeling from Evan's revelation; he WANTED her to be with another man? How could that be... or more to the point how could she be so... lucky? He was obviously nearly as worked up as her. Her already aroused and tensed up body responded just as eagerly to her partner as it had to her friend and it was only moments before she was beginning to contract in small spasms of orgasmic bliss as he played with her breasts expertly. His hands followed the same path as Rick's down the small of her back and to the waistband of her jeans. With a single movement he removed them and the underwear beneath leaving her throbbing mound and lips exposed to the cool air. After a minute of letting it tingle he reached a tentative hand down and touched. Immediately her mind exploded again as his fingers tickled her labia lips up and down before finding the button of her clitoris. With a soft circular rub he began building those explosions further. Her own hand reached out and grabbed his erection, her thumb gently teasing the head as the other four fingers stroked up and down the shaft. Evan let a moan of his own escape as her own experienced hand moved down and her lips parted revealing her tongue. She traced the same spots her fingers had just before. Up and down, licking and flicking the spots she knew would drive him mad before she opened wide and took the whole thing into her mouth. She had never seen him this hard or this responsive to her tender ministrations before, his throbbing cock felt bigger than ever as she relaxed her jaw and swallowed him down her throat. Evan grabbed the back of her head and assisted her bobbing up and down on him. She could taste him beginning to come and the feeling of it combined with what he was doing to her was pushing her ever closer to the edge of what she could stand. Evan let go of her hair and his shaft popped out of her mouth glistening and wet. She put a hand between her legs and could still feel her own heat and moisture eagerly waiting. He leaned her back with another one of his feather-light kisses and then pushed her down as he thrust up and into her. She almost screamed when he entered her-she had never been this worked up in her life. The walls of her pussy contracted and gripped him tightly as he slowly began to move in and out. This wasn't animal rutting or the sweet lovemaking of a long-term couple, it was something else. Every bit as loving as her first time so many years before with him and every bit as wild and passionate as when there had been another woman and more. His thrusts went deeper still, stimulating her G-Spot until Tasha thought that she might break in half as she tensed tighter still around him. Now that she had started she couldn't stop coming and it kept building higher and higher, hotter and hotter in waves before ebbing just slightly and flowing back stronger than ever. He increased his speed and now she was having trouble catching her breath as they built towards mutual climax. She had never felt like this. They had been together hundreds of times and Evan was always a proficient and tender lover capable of taking her to amazing heights, but she had never known him to be so emotional and virile and passionate as he was right then. Every tiny movement made her over-sensitive body writhe more and Evan was playing her body like a symphony, his hand still working her clitoris and surrounding mound, his tongue still teasing her nipples all while he fucked her with increasing rapidity and power. There had always been a part of her she had held back in fear of letting go too much. Evan had pushed her past it once or twice before but it was rare when her mind would allow her body that kind of freedom. She could feel those boundaries falling away as she let herself truly and completely feel and experience the pleasure she was receiving. Tasha bit her lip and was all but crying with the pressure of orgasm tied in so closely with the immense relief it was providing. She was riding another crest to its apex when she felt Evan begin to stiffen. She increased the muscle tension around his member and felt his own explosion deep within her as a last wave of pure lust washed over her. Everything went dark again as she collapsed beside him onto the bed, drenched with sweat and their mutual juices. After a few minutes she could hear Evan trying to talk to her but it all sounded like babble and her mind couldn't make sense of anything. He laughed and shook her on the shoulder. "Earth to Natasha. Come in Natasha." She giggled as she looked up into her favorite pair of blue eyes and sighed and leaned back into the mattress. A smile of pure contentment played across her face. "Can I ask what you're thinking about that has you looking like that?" Tasha rolled over on top of Evan and kissed him again. "I'm just thinking about next year." Evan's grin was a mirror of her own as they embraced again. Neither one of them could wait for next year. His Apartment I had been seeing my current boyfriend (damn, I hate that term since I'm no longer a "girl," but a woman) for a few months now and I finally got a chance to spend some quality alone time with him in his apartment away from my kids. He was cooking me a meal and we were going to listen to some slow, romantic music, snuggling on the couch after. The meal was delicious and after we cleaned up we put the music on. We sat down on the couch holding each other, our eyes closed just enjoying the soft, slow music. It felt really good to have time with him, just us. He squeezed me a little tighter and I looked up into his face. We smiled at each other and he lowered his lips to mine. We kissed gently at first, lingering on each others lips, we were in no rush tonight. Our kisses grew deeper, our tongues intertwined in our mouths. Our hands slowly caressing each others chests. I got an idea of something I'd wanted to try but never got around to it. I told him to undress as I did the same. I pulled him to his feet. I moved into his arms, wrapping mine around him as well. I pressed myself tightly against him and told him to dance with me. As we swayed to the music, our bodies grinding against each other, I could feel myself becoming more aroused, (and by the feel of his shaft growing hard between us, he was too). I couldn't believe just how erotic nude dancing felt. We continued this for quite awhile until I told him to sit in his reclining chair. He did, reclining it fully and I straddled his hips, leaned my face to his and kissed him deeply. Then I remembered something else, this chair has a vibrator. I told him to turn it on and I could feel the vibrations under my knees. I put my hands on his chest and was surprised that I could feel the vibration coming through his body. I kissed him again with his head resting against the back of the chair and could feel the vibrations in his mouth. By this time I'm totally turned on and my pussy was wet with anticipation. I lowered myself onto his eight inch joy stick, taking all of it in and my crotch tight against his body. I gasped, I could feel the vibrations not only going through his body to my clit but also through his shaft deep inside me. While he sucked on my tits, I started slowly raising and lowering myself on him. The feel of the him inside me was intense. I started riding the hell out of him hard and fast. He couldn't hold it any longer and spewed his hot juices deep inside me. I continued to sit on him, kissing him, enjoying the vibrations still going through him into me. He didn't get soft, so we decided to take it to the couch. I laid down and he immediately placed his face between my legs and shoved his tongue deep inside me, rubbing my clit with his nose. He licked every crevice of my pussy while finger fucking me. Lightly sucking my clit. My hips arch as a loud moan escapes my lips, I explode in a huge orgasm. Now it was my turn. I start nibbling and sucking on his nipples. Slowly I work my way down his body. I grab his erect cock in one hand as I lower my watering mouth to his meat. I savor every lick. Up, down, around the rim of the head until I take the head in my mouth poking the small opening with my tongue. I suck lightly on just the head at first, then pull as much of his shaft in as well. He holds my head and fucks my mouth. I could tell by his breathing, I'd better stop. He positions himself on top of me and thrusts his throbbing cock deep inside me. He pounds me so hard I thought he might hurt himself, his balls slapping against my ass. I pull him tightly against me, my fingers and nails digging into his back and arms, drawing a little blood. He erupts once again, filling my hole with his seeds. We stay in each others arms, our sweaty bodies tight together. As we allow our fast heartbeats and breathing to slow his juices start oozing out of me all over his couch. We hold each other what seemed like forever. I open my eyes and glance at the clock. Shit, I have to head home to my kids now. This night went by way too fast. We get dressed and kiss tenderly at the door. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I say. We hug tightly and as I'm walking to my car, I vow to make more time for him and me alone real soon.