5 comments/ 46889 views/ 3 favorites Knock Three Times By: awomanlikeme She was keyed up – as usual, really. But going too long without sexual release and sitting all day with boring, aging professionals was always sure to make her irritable and aggressive. When the firm knock sounded three times on the door at exactly 10:00 p.m., she smiled like a sunbathing feline. Good boy, right on time. Let's see if he remembers the rest of my instructions though. She took her time, checking her reflection in the full-length hallway mirror. She wore a wide-gauge fishnet bodysuit underneath black leather pants, low-slung on her hip bones and tight as a second skin, skimming toned thighs, bunching at her ankles just above black fuck-me stilettos. Leather G-string straps arched over those hip bones from under her waistband and buckled in back Otherwise, she wore only a black, silver-studded leather half-bra under the netting of the bodysuit. Her usual heavy silver choker chain banded her neck, a dangling S-shaped serpent charm, winked in the low light. Straight, dark-gold hair poured down to the middle of her back. She smoothed on thin patent leather gloves above her elbows as she contemplated the door. She'd spent a fortune on them, but even the embossed design of a coin could be felt through the supple leather. She raised her hands to admire the shine of them and slid one gloved hand down her toned belly, and further down to her crotch. She rotated her pubic bone against her cupped palm, remembering the last scene with this one. Was last time a fluke? Could he be taken further? Time to find out how good this toy can be. On the way to the door, she picked up a heavy leather leash and a black leather riding crop. ******************** He looked furtively side-to-side to check the hallway without lifting his head. The room was at the end of a hallway around a secluded corner. Not much reason for any other guests to come this way. Still he trembled with anxiety. Potential discoverers flew through his mind – workmen arriving unexpectedly, a lost traveler looking for their room. As instructed, he knelt at the door, on his knees, head bowed. He had worn only his jeans and had slipped those off at her door, folding them and laying them in front of his knees – an offering. He had slipped on the heavy black collar on the way to her door. The collar thrilled him, heart skipping wildly, with its leather scent, its outrageousness, and its impending meaning. She had slipped it in his attache today while tersely imparting his orders. The promise of the collar staring up from the depths of his bag had kept him on a sexual high all day. What would she take from him tonight? Would he measure up this time? Would he be able to handle all that she would require? How bad would it become, but how good could it be? He needed to follow this desire of his, finally. In spite of his fear of discovery in the public hallway, his erection throbbed expectantly. He wanted it so badly, to be controlled, tested, to give as much to his Mistress as he could pour out of himself and put into her firm control, to trust and, ultimately, to be taken care of. It wasn't a need that any others had been able to fulfill for him. She promised to make his fantasies reality, if he could please her enough. His neck muscles ached already from their desperately bowed position. As he felt the beginning ache, he worried about his ability to meet her expectations. How long had he been here – one minute, five? His perception of time was skewed by his anxiety at being seen here in this position. Had she heard his knock? Would she come at all? His instructions were clear. Knock loudly three times but only once. He fought not to raise his hand to knock once more. His anxiety made it a physical struggle to resist the urge. If he knocked again, there would be no answer, she had promised him, murmuring in his ear from behind. Her words and breath had sent erotic shivers slithering down his spine into his crotch. He had been eating lunch in the conference hall when out of the blue, she had appeared behind him, leaning over his shoulder on pretense of sharing some conference information. His conversation with the others at the table flew from his mind the minute her smooth voice purred, "Ten o'clock, toy. Room 512." Her concise, detailed instructions had poured on, ending with "Don't miss a single detail. I'm not in such a generous mood this time." And she was gone, leaving him struggling to control his breathing and a growing erection. He had despaired of ever getting another chance to serve her needs. He knew his only lucky scene with her had been due to her own desperation and he had almost blown that. That was months ago, and since that night, he had dreamed guiltily of more scenarios with the Domme, but she had not invited him. He had found himself half-unwittingly, over and over, putting himself in positions he hoped would lead her to take him again. Nothing had come of his attempts, as if she hadn't noticed at all. He ran back over the list of her commands in his mind one more time, checking them off one-by-one. He thought he would never forget a single detail of the instructions she had given him at that moment, but, with an electric jolt of horror down his spine, he suddenly realized he had forgotten one small item. His body twitched in his forced position, thoughts racing. He couldn't possibly make it to his room and back to retrieve his forgotten briefs before she came for him at the door, especially naked as he was. She had told him to wear only the jeans but to bring a pair of briefs with him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how could I be so stupid? His mind cast frantically for any solution to his error. With dread now, he watched the bottom of the door swing open. He wanted badly to look up but had been commanded to remain in his position until released by her, no matter what. From his bowed position he could only see darkness through that doorway. He heard movement, faint beyond the portal. He wanted desperately to leap through the door and out of the public hallway, but trembling, he held, seeking desperately to make up for the fault she would discover any moment now. She looked down on him, kneeling at her door, of his own volition. The trust and gift of power gave her goose bumps. Awed once more by the amazing transfer that some found cruel but was to her both a tremendous gift and great responsibility, not to mention a heightened sexual opportunity. Even more than that though, some deep need was met in that transfer of control for both domme and sub in their own way. Each a reflection of the other's need. She shook herself to turn back to the reality of the shaking man kneeling at her doorway. While his eyes were still downcast, she allowed herself a wide grin of animalistic enjoyment. Mine, she thought. She raised the whip and brought it down fast through the air with a threatening hisss. His body tensed and quivered, but his eyes did not come up. She reached down and clipped the leash to his collar. "Keep your eyes down, toy. And you will stay on your knees. You haven't earned the right to stand. Bring your clothes." Tugging on his collar, she led him, crawling awkwardly, into the sitting area of her dark room. The only light came from street lights outside filtered through trees and sheer curtains. She stopped him, laying the leash along his spine to dangle down his ass crack. "Well, I see you have brought your jeans. But you have not done everything you were asked to do." The last was said quietly, but with scorn. "I'm sor-," he began. "Silence! You will not speak until given permission to do so." "This is not a good beginning at all. There cannot be any good excuses for not following all of my instructions. Perhaps you just wanted to find out what would happen? Is that it? You wanted to test my promise? You may speak now, toy, but I warn you – think carefully first. And you will look at me while you attempt to explain this lapse." She was right. There were no good excuses. His only defense was honesty, he decided. Would she throw him out? Had he already proved that he was not up to her challenges? He looked up to speak, but his breath caught deep in his chest at the impressive sight of her, her long legs and arms sheathed in shiny leather, dark eyes looking coolly down on him. Damn, he didn't want to disappoint her or, worse, lose his chance to be dominated by her. Stammering, he launched his appeal. "Thank you, Mistress. Of course, you're right. There's no good excuse. I meant to bring the briefs too, like you told me to. I couldn't hardly think all day. I've been so nervous and excited to do what you want. All I can do is try to make it up to you, Mistress. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Please don't give up on me." He nervously stumbled to a halt. He hoped his conviction had come through to her. But the silence stretched out. She began walking slowly around his kneeling figure. She reached out with the leather crop and, touching him for the first time, even though indirectly, trailed it lightly over the small of his back, down his buttocks, down the back of his thighs. Thwack! A light tap stung the backs of both thighs. Oww! I'm in trouble. He thought, fleetingly, of calling it off, backing out. He was flat scared he wouldn't be able to cope with whatever she would demand from him. She rubbed the sting marks with the crop. He worried about where it would head next, but relished the feel of her touching him, even in this way. Tapping, she signaled him to open his legs wider. She dragged the crop between his thighs and teased his scrotum with the cool smooth flap of the crop. His softened cock began stirring again, in spite of his brain's real worry about the intention of that crop. Finally, she said, "I expect better from you." The crop suddenly sizzled through the air, making hard contact with his left buttock. He bit back his surprised yelp. The wicked sting grew, sizzling through his crotch and abdomen. "You are not to steal the attention that is mine by indulging your own excitement." Thwack! His right buttock this time. The sting grew and merged with the previous still fading in his center. He screwed his forehead into the carpet, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide, panting. "My directions when given should be your thoughts, your world, from now on." Thwack! Again to the left side. "I do not give so many that they are hard to keep track of." Thwack! The right. "From now on, when I give you a directive, it should fill your mind and you should act on it single-mindedly." Thwack – the left. His bottom was a fire, crackling and searing. The heat spread through his entire body from his center out. Struggling to avoid the pain, he began to realize that if he accepted it, submitted control over it, it became bearable. "This is a requirement of being my toy." Thwack – the right again. She finished her punishing reprimand, but resumed her caress of his exposed back and thighs and scrotum with the crop. She admired the abused red glow on his bottom, feeling satisfied and relaxed finally. No welts, no purpling bruises. The six blows had not been so cruel, but she knew they had been a distressing trial for him. "In order to make up for your error, you will bring me the item I requested. But you will bring it to me tomorrow instead and present it to me right before you begin your presentation. I will be there." "Yes, Mistress." He already worried how he would concentrate on his work while carrying out her directive. But he would make damn sure to bring her the briefs. He had no doubt that another mistake so soon would be the end of his chances with her. Eventually, the caress of the crop began to please his consciousness and tingling skin again. With some relief, he thought he may have made it through this challenge. "Do you understand that is the price of my control? Answer me, and you will look at me now." "Yes, Mistress. I understand. Thank you. I'll never forget another of your commands. Never. Pleasing you is all I want to do." Unbeknownst to her toy, her breath hitched and her abdomen clenched. His words were what she needed to hear. His strong need was what she needed to feel to satisfy her own dark desires. Flutters of contractions rippled through her canal. Her velvet fluids already lubricating her center, flowed out, spreading onto her thighs. She stood still, her straight thick hair shone like a candle in the dim light of the room, leather glinting powerfully. To him, she looked like a beautiful vampire queen, cool and calculating, ready to take everything from him or give him his deepest desires, depending on her whim. She turned on her heel and drew a small leather item from a full velvet bag on the bed. The contents of the bag clinked secretively. Worry crossed his mind again. She returned, walking behind him. With the crop again, she spread his thighs even further. Laying the crop along his spine next to his leash, she crouched down. Quickly, she lassoed his semi-erect cock and balls with the leather harness, pulling the main noose snug around his member. His testicles she pushed down into two loops, which she then cinched tight. Now trussed and well-displayed, she began a deliciously thorough exploration of her toy from behind, gliding her smooth leather gloves over the warm skin inside his thighs, his groin, his lower back, his hips. Grabbing both hips, she pumped his ass back hard against her crotch, grating her pants against his still-tingling ass, grinding her full weight into him. The leash left hanging down his crack, pressed intimately against him. Then, she shoved his hips away. She gently massaged the fading glow on his ass cheeks, pushing his smooth muscles apart and together so the leather leash squeezed between his buttocks. Spreading his crack, she worked his skin back and forth so the pressure tugged on his asshole. Her thumbs journeyed along the sides of his crack and massaged deep to the root of his cock just behind his balls, teasing those super-sensitive regions that never receive attention. Now his forehead pressed against the carpeted floor and eyes squeezed shut for a different purpose – savoring the fascinating joy of being fondled and used this way by her. The fresh sensations were overwhelming his nerves, already on high-alert after the punishment he'd endured. She cupped his bound balls in her gloved palm and then surrounded the top of each with a forefinger and thumb, tugging on them alternately. Squeezing those balls gently in one hand, she tugged on his leash, pulling him upright on his knees, the abandoned crop falling to the floor. Her leash-hand snaked up around his neck to pull his ear back to her lips. He could smell the warm leather of her glove. "Look down at yourself. Look at what you get for giving your control to me." Reaching around his torso, she lay his now-swollen cock across her shiny, smooth, leather-covered palm. While he watched, her hand slowly cupped and curled, wrapping around the length of his cock. Slowly, she tightened her fist and released, again and again. Before releasing him, she pumped his rod several times, with a twisting motion. His eyes rolled back and head lolled back on her shoulder. He felt strangely safe, and unbelievably turned on. She walked around to stand in front of him, commanding him, "Undress me. Take these pants off of me." She thrust her hips forward, presenting him the button. "But don't you dare touch my skin with those hands." His hands shook as he carefully unbuttoned the leather and slid the zipper down. Peeling the folds back, he savored the mixed smell of leather and arousal. His hands ran over the slick, warm, taut leather on her hips. Carefully, he pulled the unzipped folds to roll the leather over her hips, their weight sending them sliding to pool at her feet. She lifted one foot and then the other for him to pull the pants over her shiny black stilettos. Now only sheathed in her fishnet-covered leather lingerie, she bent over in front of him to stare into his eyes, gripping his chin, holding him steady. She reached down to her own crotch while he flicked his eyes down to watch. She pulled apart the fishnet and he realized that her outfit was made to come apart for access. Even the leather G-string was split at her crotch and she pulled the sides apart for him to see her finger slide into her slit. "And now you're going to slide your fingers into me, at least two. Stroke me and lick me until I come all over your face, toy. I'm not sure how many times will be enough. We'll see. And then.... Then, I'm going to show you how well you did. You're going to like this, aren't you?" At his enraptured nod, she continued. "But you're going to go back to your room very unsatisfied, if you mess this up. Understood?" At his nod, she smiled, hotly, and stepped forward to straddle his body, pulling his head into her crotch. He had to bend into uncomfortable angles to keep his face pressed into her slit. His tongue reaching deep to find her clit and opening. He snuck a touch of her soft taut thighs encased in fishnet as he ran his hand up to slide the requested two fingers into her soaked hole. The sound of his fingers wetly squishing into her slippery stretchy canal made him ache to sink himself deep into her. He spread his fingers and rubbed his knuckles around her walls trying to catch the right spot to give her every ounce of what she expected from him, hopefully more if he could. What would his reward be? He was dying to get the chance to find out. Her breathing began rasping rapidly in and out. Within two minutes of flicking her clit with his tongue and massaging her walls deliberately, he pushed her over into a badly-needed climax. It hit her hard and fast, she felt like dropping to her knees, but hung onto his head, buried in her snatch. Her hands and feet tingled from lack of circulation, her head spun, dizzily. She wondered if she might faint before her vision slowly returned. Her pleasing toy had not stopped though, only slowed his pace. As her breathing came back down, he began again. And, now that she'd had her first she was primed for more. His fingers and tongue sent her over the edge in half the time. She growled with pleasure as this orgasm rolled deliciously and more slowly through her. Her thighs quivering with fatigue from rubbing her pussy on his face. Still she looked for more, knowing she had more she could take from him. His body ached and sweated from holding this position to pleasure her. But he ignored it as he enjoyed her obviously appreciative response to his efforts. He picked up his pace again, following his previously-successful pattern. And was rewarded after another short but very hot session of licking and this time sucking on her clit with her loud moans of pleasure. Her third orgasm had built and built before finally peaking and sending her into a delicious floating feeling. Still amazing how different they can all be, she thought. She floated and enjoyed his tongue licking up her juices, which were now streaming freely out of her. "That was very well done, pet. My goodness, you have some talent. Perhaps you've been giving this some thought since the last time. Well, it's time to reward you for such a satisfying performance. Stand up." She tugged him on his shaky legs and aching knees over to the doorjamb at the bathroom and shoved him back to lean against it. She brought the retrieved crop up to slide up the tender inside of his right thigh. She balanced his balls on the tang of the whip and then released them to trail the smooth strap up his heated, bruised-looking shaft. His genitals ached deep inside from the building pressure without release and yet his erection just seemed to get fuller and harder. She backed away to the other side of the door. "Rub yourself for me. But don't come yet. I want to watch you." He reached for his cock for the first time since arriving. It jumped and got fuller yet at the sensation of skin finally. He wished he had lube, but knew he'd never be able to stop, if his tool was slicked and sliding through his fist. The feeling was overpowering as it was. He felt a fuzzy warm tightening in his crotch as his warm familiar palm worked slowly up and down his shaft. Knock Three Times Let me start by saying that at times I can be rather dense – slow on the uptake, as it were. A classic case of the absent minded professor, only I'm not a professor. Not yet, anyhow. I have as much sex drive as the next man (at least I think I do) but, to me, there is a time and place for everything. If Cupid's arrow comes at an unexpected time or from and unexpected direction, it will probably just bounce off my backside. Such was the case about 5 years ago. I was a first year meteorology student at Penn State. Yeah, I said meteorology. If you are thinking "nerd" you would probably be right. Brown hair, hazel eyes (hidden behind glasses) and tipping the scale at about 160 I owed my physique more to genetics than to exercise. I wasn't a virgin – there was the girl I took to my high school's senior prom – we left the dance early, but she got home around sunrise. Let's just say that I was in no danger of being saddled with "Hef" as a nickname. By working for my father's lawn care and landscaping business all summer, I had saved enough to rent a small studio apartment near the campus. No noisy dorm room for me, no sir! I would have a quiet place to study, relax and spread out. Yes, I know movies like Animal House glamorizes wild frat parties and pooh-pooh actual school work, but in the real world most of the "Animals" end up in a career whose greatest challenge is not burning the fries. That is not to say that I don't go in for a little "fun" now and then. After all Penn State isn't a monastery. There were co-eds everywhere! The ones that weren't looking for a husband were just looking for a good time. The ones that weren't looking for either were looking to further some "feminist agenda" I would rather spend the morning listening to the rants of a Jehovah's Witness than be trapped in a room with one of those! And then there was the girl who lived right below me. She wasn't a co-ed, she was a single mom. I had seen her more than a couple of times already. Our building was a four-plex - two apartments on each floor, each with its own outside entrance. Separate wrought iron spiral stairs led to each of the upper floor apartments. Now, this is where things get just a little goofy. In this age of email, cell phones, and what not the girl who lived below me chose to get my attention by knocking on the ceiling of her apartment with a broom. Knock knock - knock! Three times, just like the old song. Corny, huh? Actually, it took her a couple of tries to get my attention. Like I said, I can be dense at times. Also, I've lived in apartments before, and was used to "noisy" neighbors. Over the years I had taken a live and let live attitude toward noise – as long as I can hear my TV without blasting my ears out, I don't make a fuss. Finally, the pattern of the knocks got my attention and I decided to see what was up, er down, um well you get the idea. She answered my knock on her door almost as if she had been standing there waiting for me (which, in fact, she had). "Hi, my name is Steve. I live upstairs and I was wonder why you have been knocking on your ceiling." I said, in as pleasant and non-confrontational a voice as I could manage. "Yes! Hi, Steve, I'm Sharon. You see my, um, well, garbage disposal is on the fritz and I haven't been able to get a hold of the landlord. I thought you might be able to give me a hand or something." I am a sucker for a British accent and Sharon's was just perfect - not too Cockney nor too "upper crust". She had a matter-of-fact beauty to her that did not jump out at you, but was coyly hidden beneath her loose fitting, foppish clothes -- there is just something about a woman who isn't wearing a bra. If you ask me, making the bra optional was the best thing to come out of the 60s. She had a face that made Helen of Troy look like Phyllis Diller. Long, wheaten colored hair, straight, but not stringy, that stopped just short of reaching her shoulders. Her petite mouth whose thin lips were enhanced by understated lipstick balanced deep blue eyes that matched the waves of an unseen tropical sea. Sharon led me over to her kitchen sink even though I could have found it blindfolded on my own – the floor plan of her apartment was identical to my own. When most sinks clog up, the water stays in the sink, this one was bone dry. This should have clued me into the fact that she was more interested in the plumber than the plumbing, or maybe she was more interested in the plumber's plumbing! "This shouldn't take long, I'm pretty good with plumbing", I said. I could have sworn that I heard her mumble lecherously, "I certainly hope so...". I could sense her presence close behind me as I used a flashlight to examine the sink and what I could see of the disposal. Surprise! Everything looked fine. I decided to see if the disposal itself worked. Holding the flashlight with one hand and balancing myself over the sink with the other, I asked Sharon to switch on the disposal. "Try it now", I said without turning to look at her. It was then that I felt her hand reach up between my legs and try to cup my balls through the thick material of my jeans. I spun around, and found myself mere inches from Sharon's face. "Uh, that's not what I meant". "Didn't you like it?" She asked innocently, batting eyelashes. "Well, sure I did. Who wouldn't? But I thought your disposal..." She gave me a knowing look that said, you didn't really think I wanted you to come down here and fix my garbage disposal, did you? I wasn't about to let her know that I was so naïve that I did. "Let me, please you. Please?" With that she sank slowly to her knees in front of me. Sitting on her haunches she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants as I leaned back against the kitchen counter. My cock was rapidly becoming hard. Well, whose wouldn't? She guided it carefully through the opening in my boxers and into her mouth. "Well, if you... insist..." She did. And it was obvious that this wasn't the first time she had had a man's cock in her mouth. Most women only think they know how to suck a man's cock. Other's don't like the idea at all and only do as little in that arena as they think they can get away with. As I said before, I wasn't a "virgin", but my only experience with oral sex was with the first two kinds of women, those who don't know how, or don't want to know how to do it. Sharon was a whole new breed for me. She knew how to suck cock and, more importantly, she enjoyed it. I cradled the back of her head with my hands as I fucked her mouth. Each time I thrust forward into her, her tongue would find another sensitive part of my cock to lick and tease. Feeling my hands at the back of her head she looked up at me with a devilish smile in her eyes. Her hands gripped the backs or my thighs. Like I said before, this girl knew what she was doing and it didn't take her long to bring me to orgasm. Usually, I have a good deal of self control and can stretch things out with the best of them. But, to be honest, this situation was so out of the norm for me that I just wanted to "get off" before she changed her mind. Oh, and yeah, she did swallow. No, I 'm not going to claim I came "by gallons" or any of that juvenile crap. All I know is that when I did cum, she didn't pull back and she didn't spit it out. In fact, she let my cock shrink in her mouth while still gently sucking it and licking it clean. Then she returned it to where she had found it, zipped up my pants and buckled my belt. I took her wrists and pulled her up until she was standing next to me and we embraced. With her head gently resting on my chest, I whispered, "Thanks, that was great!". She nodded her agreement. "But", I said abruptly with mock anger, "If you think I'm going to let you do all the 'work' and let me have all the 'fun', you are very much mistaken, my love!" With that I unbuttoned her jeans and with a single movement I sent them and her panties cascading towards the floor. "I'll teach you to lure innocent young college students down here under false pretenses!" I said as we switched positions. "Up on the counter young lady, I intend to give you the tongue lashing of your life!" She giggle, jumped up on the counter and draped her long tan legs over my shoulders as I knelt down in front of her. Ah, youth! It was just the start of a very long night! Knock Three Times This was my very first attempt at erotica, it is purely a work of fiction from the mind of a sexually frustrated wife. The characters in this work are both over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy it. As I walk towards the door, I see a movement in the downstairs window. I smile and wave at my neighbour before jogging up the stairs to my flat. Letting myself in, I drop my shopping in the kitchen area and head right for the shower. I figure that if the ice cream thaws slightly, it will be easier to dig out a couple of scoops before I put it away in the freezer. It is handy having a gym and convenience store so close to my new flat, it means I can grab food for tea after my workout and come home for my shower and just put my sweats on after. I strip off my sticky gym shorts and top, unhook my sports bra and wriggle out of my damp knickers. Standing under the shower, I feel my muscles relaxing under the hot flow. Grabbing my sponge I begin soaping myself, thrilling at the new curves and dips. I have worked hard to get my shape back after years in a loveless marriage; it's just a shame I am the only one enjoying them. My nipples begin to harden as I circle my firm breasts with the sponge. I briefly toy with the idea of masturbating, but the shower head is clogged with lime scale and the flow is feeble. I make a mental note to replace my shower as a priority. Instead, I finish washing, dry myself roughly, especially my tits, rousing my nipples and causing a frisson between my legs. Walking into the bedroom I lie down on the bed. I don't know what has gotten into me lately, whether it is freedom, my new firm, tight body or the endorphins from exercise, but I have never been this horny since I was a schoolgirl. These days all I have to do is think of that lush young thing in the flat downstairs and bingo! Wet. God he is cute. Not quite young enough to be my son, but certainly too young for a sad old bag like me to flirt with. I envision his dirty blond curls, lying between my legs. I see him looking up with those cheeky blue eyes as he reaches his tongue out to swipe my clit. With a groan I roll over and pull out the divan drawer, reaching down I grab the vibrator. My battery boyfriend; I've never had one before, but now I can really relax and enjoy the climaxes it gives me every time. I roll it over my nipples imagining it is his hands, or even better, his lips teasing my nipples taut. I soothe my hands up and down my body, feeling my flesh goosebump under my touch. My legs draw up and relax to the sides of their own accord. Cool air swirls my pussy from draught through the open window. I tease myself, sliding my hands up and down my thighs, getting close to the heat of my throbbing centre, sometimes fluttering across it, occasionally drifting back to a breast to tease a nipple back to attention. Grabbing my vibrator I begin to touch my clit lightly, then gently with more pressure. I slide it down the valley toward my hole, feeling the slickness of my leaking pussy in the sudden slipperiness of the vibrator. Groaning now, I slide it gently into my depths, feeling its tight fit. I clench it with my muscles holding it inside me as I try to pull it out enjoying the sensation. I begin pumping faster, feeling my stomach swirl as if I were on a roller coaster, and slide my other hand down towards my clit. Groaning, moaning, imagining it is the sexy lad downstairs I feel my climax mounting. "yes, yes...Oh god yes...I'm coming....Oh.. Godddd...." I begin to slide back into my body, my freshly showered skin now slick with sweat. Oh well, I can always jump back into the shower. I get up and wash the vibrator, drying it and returning it to the drawer. Then I meander naked into the kitchen for a lazy spoon of ice cream. Just as I raise the spoon to my lips, there is a ratatat on the door. I grab a towel from the bathroom, briefly conscious of the fact it barely covers my modesty. I open the door, OMG! It's him, my spunky neighbour. He looks even cuter close up, even though he is currently grimacing. "Woman, you have to cut me some slack!" I look at him perplexed; this is our first conversation, what have I done to him? Speechless I step back holding the door open for him to come in. His eyes stray over me, mentally stripping away the towel and he groans dropping his head in his hands. Nervously I reach out and touch his hair, it is just as soft as it looks and I can't prevent my errant hand from stroking it. He looks up. "Do you have any idea what you are doing to me? You come bouncing in day after day, all high titties and firm ass looking so damn fuckable, then come up here and, and.. fucking cum! Loudly! Do you know how that leaves me?" I am beyond mortified! He knows? He hears? Oh fuck! I'm going to have to move...Hang on... Did he just say I looked fuckable? My eyes drop to an obvious bulge in his board shorts. I let the door swing shut behind him, and taking a deep breath, I drop the towel. He takes in my body. "You are so beautiful," he sighs huskily. He reaches a hand towards my face, and moving in, gently kisses me. His dry lips move across mine, his tongue tip tickles them apart, and the kiss becomes deeper, more passionate. My arms slide up under his shirt, caressing his firm young body. I tense and he senses it, leaning back to look me in the face. "Problem?" "I'm old enough to be your mother, I don't even know your name, no one but my ex-husband has seen me naked it 20 years, and we're neighbours for god sake, we will have to look each other in the eye after today." It comes out in a single garbled rush. "Ok; One, you are old enough to be my older sister at most," he is stroking my sides as he speaks, his hands sliding up and down, gently and all too briefly grazing the underside of my breasts. "Two, my name is Sam, three, I think you look sensational naked, and four, if I don't fuck you in, like the next 2 minutes, my balls are going to explode, I swear." His puppy dog look was so incongruous compare with his words I burst out laughing. I reached for his face and lean towards his lips, as we meet I murmur; "You'd better get fucking then Sam, hadn't you, I don't want to feel responsible for any harm that may befall you otherwise." He pulls me into his erection, so I can feel how eager he is for me and I flood with arousal. Bending, he sweeps me up as if I weigh nothing and carries me through to the bedroom where he throws me unceremoniously onto the bed, as I straighten myself he strips, scattering clothes without taking his eyes from mine. They mesmerise me, those eyes, so full of lust. He starts to slowly crawl up the bed, stroking and kissing, he is getting closer to my pussy, and he starts to slide my legs apart. He gently nips the inside of my thigh then licks the back of my knee, oh god, who knew how good that could feel. Licking the other knee and nipping up that thigh I am squirming with anticipation. How am I supposed to go back to my vibrator after this? Butterfly kisses float across my muff, I have never been one to shave other than bikini line, but Sam doesn't seem deterred. I suddenly realise my fantasy wank has come true. This tousled head is between my thighs and he is so making a meal out of me, Jesus H, perhaps I should have fed him first the way he is... scratch that; this feels.. fucking phenomenal! I stop thinking, and just enjoy the sensation. His teeth are grazing across my clit, he is literally, and gently munching on me, it is beyond erotic, it is totally fucking dirty! Suddenly a finger delves into my slit, angled toward my g spot. He begins rubbing, massaging, I am moaning and he lifts his head, his face slick with my juice, his eyes bright. "Have you any idea how many times I have battered one off listening to that moan and wished it was me causing it?" "Have you any idea how many of those moans were caused by you?" I raise a brow and grin. "Oh you dirty, dirty bitch." He is grinning back and, moving further up the bed he kisses me deeply. I taste my juices on him and cannot believe how much hornier it makes me. I reach down for his young cock; it is waving around begging for attention. It is my turn for a little fun. I push him down, still holding him. His eyes glaze as I move down his gorgeous body and gently tickle the very tip of him with the tip of my tongue. He growls in the back of his throat as his hand finds my hair. His fingers slide amongst it and grip me. "Woman I'm going to lose it real quick if you keep that up." Ignoring him, I slide my tongue down his shaft, and run my teeth back up at the top. I swirl my tongue around and then drop my mouth over him, taking as much as I can before slowly drawing up, sucking in my cheeks, he moans again stoking my head. I suck his cock and roll his balls in my hand. With a gentle nail I scratch his perineum; he bucks his hips and pulls me back. "You are too much!" He pushes me back down on the bed kissing me and sliding his hand down my body to my clit where he begins gently circling; matching his tongue in my mouth with the action of his finger on my bud. I feel a climax building, groaning into Sams mouth and bucking my hips. He slides across and enters me swiftly, my God! Ready as I am he feels huge. He pulls out slowly almost withdrawing; a protest sigh escapes me before he slowly eases back in. "You have the tightest pussy baby. I could fuck you forever." He speeds up his action. "Oh, yes, oh god Sam yes. Fuck me, oh fuck me." His hand is still between us, teasing my clit I am tensing around his shaft, sucking at him with my cunt muscles. He pulls his head back and looks at me in amazement before diving back for another deep throat kiss. He is pumping hard now, I am rearing up towards him as he is ramming deeply into me, his hand setting me towards the stars. As my climax peaks I am clenching Sams cock deep inside. He rears up, roars out and I feel him pumping as I am sucking, sucking, sucking him for every drop. He collapses on top of me careful to take his weight on his elbows. Looking deep into my eyes he pants and grins. "This is definitely not the last time we do that, woman, I'm not even sure who fucked who." I grin back at him, glazed with sex. "Next time I'm feeling horny I'll let you know. We could have a code." I grin "I could knock three times on the floor." "You'd have to actually make me go back home first, and I'm not in any real hurry to leave." Rolling off me he gently strokes up and down my body as he smiles into my eyes. "Man that gave me an appetite, have you got anything to eat?" "That depends. How do you feel about sloppy ice cream?" As soon as I say it and see the gleam in his eyes, I realise eating it will probably not involve bowls. "Do not move a muscle woman. I'll get it." "I do have a name you know!" "Oh, I know, and I know what it is, Ginnie." He lays his hand familiarly on my warm wet pussy. "But," he growls, "you bring out the caveman in me. Ever since I first saw your gorgeous body, heard your first solo climax, I knew I was going to claim you as my woman." He grins and beats his chest, turning for the door. I lie back smiling stupidly, thinking about my energetic young stud. It may only last days or weeks or maybe it will last longer. I don't care. This sweet sexy guy wants to claim me as his woman? As he walks back into the bedroom brandishing a tub of ice cream, some chocolate sauce, and a raging hard on, I'm in no hurry to deny him or kick him out! The End Knock Three Times on the Window It was with only a hint of trepidation that the young woman slipped through the shadows of the darkened buildings around her, moving quickly toward the one window that she knew would have a candle in it. She heard a groan from an alleyway, and stopped a moment to listen, then resumed her journey as she heard a soft feminine moan. 'Not the only one with company tonight, Astrid,' she told herself, pale hands pulling her up to a low rooftop, and then knocking three times softly at a light window, to be let in a moment later. Aidan lit the last candle in his bedroom, leaving his velvet king sized bed bathed in the soft light of pure white votives and tapers. He smiled as he heard the knocking at the window in the next room, then walked over to it and opened the window quietly, holding a hand out to the violet-eyed woman in velvet. Astrid stepped in, and smiled at her would-be company, a young man in black with a taste for the dramatic. Her mousy-brown hair spiraled down around her with the ceasing of the wind blowing in from the window, and her pale violet eyes looked at him lovingly. This was the man who made her moan with pleasure, and whom she made groan in ecstasy. Aidan was only a few inches taller than her, though he was two years older. His eyes were of a deep blue hue, the kind that Astrid wanted to lose herself in- and she often did. His hair was where he had gotten his name from, for Aidan meant flame, and his hair was the color of fire. His smile was soft, but mischievous, as he leaned down to kiss Astrid's lips gently, his mouth lingering only a breath from hers as he bid her his usual hello. "A fine evening for loving the most beautiful woman on earth." Astrid blushed softly, crossing the distance between their lips to kiss Aidan deeply, then giggled as she felt him pick her up and carry her to the king sized bed that they often shared in the evenings when neither had work. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Astrid smiled as Aidan gently laid her down on their bed, joining her there a moment later. Aidan slipped his hands beneath Astrid's blue velvet skirt, smiling at her as he reached the line of her panties, and with a gentle tug, he pulled them away. It was the work of a moment to slip off the skirt as well, and then Aidan slipped off Astrid's velvet shirt and satin bra. "Undress me," he whispered softly, tracing the shape of his lover's bosom, following his finger with his tongue, grinning as Astrid moaned softly before beginning to disrobe him, sending his shirt and pants to the floor. Astrid smiled as she rolled Aidan beneath her, leaning down to circle his male nipple with her tongue as her left hand slid down his chest to take Aidan's already swollen manhood into her hand and caress it gently, causing the shaft to harden further. She heard Aidan's gasp of pleasure, and switched nipples, lavishing his left one as much as she had the right. "Someone's glad to see me…" she murmured, as Aidan pulled her head up and then covered her mouth with his, sending sparks through both of their bodies. "As you are to see me, lovely one," Aidan replied when he could speak again, as he shifted above Astrid, slipping a finger into her warmth, grinning when he felt the moistness deep within. Slowly, his finger shifted in and out, adding a second as he explored her inner walls as if for the first time, his thumb gently rubbing that little bundle of nerves, as Aidan knew she liked it. When he had her arching beneath him and moaning, he stopped, sliding his fingers out and licking the musky liquid from his fingers seductively. Astrid arched up and took Aidan's manhood into her hands, meeting his lips with hers as she slowly massaged his shaft and the sac beneath them. She had him writhing beneath her, and her fingers roughened, massaging and teasing more quickly until Astrid felt Aidan stiffen, close to his first climax. "Take it, love..." and with those words she leaned down, licking him harshly, suckling, until she felt him buck against her and clutch her close, spilling his seed into her mouth. Astrid only smiled as she slipped up to lay beside him, kissing him deeply after swallowing the precious seed. Aidan gasped softly, grasping Astrid tightly as he slowly slipped his tongue along her neck, tracing shapes with the pinked muscle as one hand slowly caressed along the hardened nipple of his lover's right breast, and then he lowered his mouth to the tight bud, his arms around her again as his tongue worked its dark magic on her little globe. Astrid was already moaning and arching to him, her hips thrusting against his as a reminder that she had not been given the release that he had received a moment ago. "First you, and then together," Aidan whispered into her ear, his fingers again slipping inside of her caverns to rock within her, before he slid down her body and replaced them with his tongue, fingers draping to a surrounding caress, gently touching the folds of her most secret place, stirring the already flaming desire between them to a higher blaze as his tongue suckled her bundle of nerves. Aidan purred against her softly, his tongue delving within her, tasting of her willingly until he felt her contractions and heard her muffled scream as she climaxed beneath his mouth, sending a gush of musky fluids against his mouth. Astrid could only breathe- and barely at that, as Aidan slipped up beside her, teasing her nether mouth gently with only his fingertips before kissing her more passionately than before, wordlessly showing her how deeply he wanted her by taking her hand and placing it on his fully hardened erection. When she smiled up at him and kissed his chin to give her assent and then gently pinched his manhood, Aidan groaned softly, then reached down with a pale hand to part her thighs, and slipped smoothly inside her, softly moaning when he felt Astrid's warmth sheath and cradle him. They grasped hands as Aidan thrust deeply within Astrid's secret place, and moaned in unison as their desire was increased tenfold with the pleasurable feel of hot, wet flesh against flesh and bodies coming together and moving apart in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Astrid smiled up at her lover as he moaned against her breast, and then kissed him deeply as she wrapped her legs around him and urged him to move more deeply within her, which Aidan did, buried to the base within her, and wanting to be even deeper. "We go together, this time," Astrid whispered softly, arching up to meet him thrust for thrust, squeezing his hands convulsively as the pleasure built in sparks of fire and pleasure, and the world began to come apart. Aidan thrust more deeply into her, looking into Astrid's eyes as he groaned, squeezing her hands in reply. He felt himself nearing, and let go of one of her hands to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her close as Astrid's walls began to contract around him and she threw her arm around him to stay close as she screamed again, pulling Aidan into the orgasm with her as they writhed against each other and he spilled his seed deep within her body, then collapsed on the silken bed in a pile of useless, molten flesh. When Astrid could breathe again, she looked up at Aidan quietly, then turned her head to kiss their joined hands. "You are…amazing," she whispered softly, smiling when Aidan held her closer and did not bother to remove himself from her body. "As are you…every climax is like a blessing…because you know exactly what to do…and it is wonderful, my love," Aidan whispered gently, wrapping both of his arms around her. Astrid smiled, then startled as she heard a knock on the wall, causing Aidan to start as well. "Aidan…?" Aidan grinned and snuggled close. "It's just old man Morris…he always does that when you're over…he hates loud noises." Astrid laughed softly, laying her head on Aidan's shoulder and drifting off slowly. "I love you." Aidan smiled, turning to curl her against his body, kissing her cheek. "I love you too." Knock Three Times "Stop!" She commanded and he froze, but grimaced with the effort. "Grip the tip tight. Use your thumb and forefinger. Tighter!" she reached down and unsnapped the straps, that had been binding him mercilessly tight the harder he got. An indescribable feeling swept down his spine as the circulation flooded up, down, and back out of his shaft. He could feel the hot rush of blood singing through his crotch. The tight ache that had frustrated him became equally delicious sensation now that he was freed. She sank to her knees and growled, "Let go." As he obeyed, her wet lips and tongue reached forward to cup the head tightly. For a moment, her lips and tongue caressed the head and made miniature thrusts into his hole. His hips quivered and bowed. With a flood of saliva and pre-cum beginning to ooze onto her tongue, she pushed her mouth down over his bloated erection, her tongue gripping him tight, suction building, until she was four-fifths of the way down to the base. His head was buried at the top of her throat and he could feel the tight muscles working to hold him there. His head fell back and hips thrust another half-inch forward. Her hands came up to rub his still tender bottom, adding one more layer of feeling to the sensational mix, and pushed him deeper until her lips touched the base at his crotch. She pulled all the way back out, drooling pre-cum and saliva. The sight was amazing, and he shuddered with a sudden overwhelming craving for more. One of her hands came around to twist around the wet base and tightly slid up to her lips. His head dropped back and he gasped for air, moaning. His cock was buzzing with pure pleasure and tight with need. It was heaven, but it was quickly going to push him over the edge of control. "Oh god, I can't take much more. Please may I come? Please, Mistress? What would you like me to do?" Another of those deep thrusts into her throat and her fist sliding over him would probably be his undoing. He worried that he might not be able to obey her command not to come yet. He couldn't risk displeasing her. He was sure it would mean not ever having her again. This was too good to lose. Abruptly, she stood in front of him, staring into his eyes, measuring him. Her hands roamed up his ribcage, spinning his nipples and kneading his chest. She bent and took his left nipple in her lips, tenderly, just scraping with her teeth. Her tongue pressed hard and warm against the bud. Straightening, she pressed her full length against him and slid his member between her thighs to nestle into her hot, wet slit. She reached up and nipped his bottom lip, snaking her tongue in to touch the back of his teeth. His head reeled with the change in her mood. She seemed soft and pleasing and open to him. He risked deepening the kiss, sucking her tongue deeper, caressing her lips with his. Her resulting sighs of pleasure and long, hard breaths on his cheeks, encouraged him. Still, he cautiously kept his hands behind him though they ached to reach forward to caress her long back and firm ass. What did this change mean? Where would it lead? His mind raced through various scenarios and his cock twitched and thrust between her thighs. She squirmed on his hard length, moaning again. "What would you like, Mistress?" he asked again. "You." She sighed into his lips. "It's your turn. Your reward for bringing me so much pleasure with your trust. Take me. Show me what you'd like to do to my body." Without another thought, his hands snaked down her back to grab her fishnet-covered ass, pulling her against his groin, grinding. Quickly, he spun her body around and pressed her back against the wall, grinding again into her crotch with his. The hair on his chest ground against her nipples, exciting her senses. She laid her head down on his shoulder and turned to suck and bite the side of his neck and scrape his earlobes. Her hands wound up to the nape of his neck, tightening in the ends of his hair. She growled and whimpered with lust, grinding her crotch back against him, seeking more pressure, giving as good as she was getting. He was beyond rational thought, moving by instinct and desire. He spun her body around to face away against the wall and pushed his cock into her hole from behind. His crotch cupped her buttocks, pressing in and out. She pushed back and bent down so the last inch could enter. They were both gasping and groaning with animalistic lust, gripped with the overpowering pleasure. He reached around and pressed his fingers into her slit, seeking out her engorged clit. He pressed his fingers to either side while he drove into her, letting the motion of his hips rock her slit against his hand. The rhythm and his fullness quickly sent her over the edge into a long grasping orgasm rippling around his cock. Her sharp, sweet cries of ecstasy made him feel powerful and complete. Her muscular spasms pulled him along after her for his much-needed release. It felt like his ejaculation would never come as pulses of orgasm built higher and higher in his groin until finally the semen came boiling up his shaft and spilled over, deep into her body, draining him and finally dulling his intense lust. Reverently, he caressed her ass and stroked up her ribs, as slow pulses of pleasure continued to spike through both of them. She rested her forehead against the wall and her forearm as she waited to come back to herself, rubbing her ass sweetly against him. She straightened and turned to face him when she could find the strength to move again. "Surprised?" she asked softly, nestling her face into his neck. "You are always a mystery to me, Mistress." He felt her smile against his neck. And dared to pull her against him with a hand on the small of her back. "Anything to please you. Anything. You give me more than I can possibly give you." "You've made a splendid start, pet. You please me a great deal." She wondered if his determination and trust would last, but knew now he was well worth giving the chance.